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you can’t blame a girl for trying - C. Makar
Summary: The night Luna met Cale, she thought her world was going to get turned upside down…so why are all of their dates such disasters?
Also known as, the Cale Makar dating fail fic.
4 times a date with Cale failed, and 1 time a date went well.
Word Count: 9.8k words.
Warnings: some bad language, awkward situations, one bloody injury, anxiety, 4+1, fluff
A/N: this has been a work of love over the past few months, a WIP I kept going back and forth from, and I just want to say thanks to @wyattjohnston for all of the support and encouragement!
Title credit; Lasso by The Band Perry
also tagging @hockeylvr59 @fallinallincurls @starshine-hockey-girl
*
Friday night
When I first laid eyes on you,
Well, the night just felt so odd,
You looked at me and the stars lined up,
So I thought I'd heard from God,
And I gave him my best shot.
Friday nights were made for dancing, drinking, and letting go of the stresses of the week. At least, that’s what Luna believed. Going out with friends to blow off some steam felt so cathartic, and this evening was no different. She’d come out to one of her favourite bars in Downtown Denver with some friends from work, and she’d danced, sang, and gossiped her heart out, a few shots of vodka easing the way into the weekend. This was her comfort zone for sure, and she knew her confidence turned heads just as much as the loud conversation with her friends did.
A few cute guys had come over to their table, clearly intent on talking to a couple of her friends – which Luna was absolutely cheerleading because get it girls – and she took the time to escape to the bar herself, ready for another drink. It was only when the bartender had taken her order that she noticed a guy staring at her from down the bar. Huh. He was cute, that much was clear even if he wasn’t Hollywood Handsome, and the way his shoulders filled out his shirt definitely caught her eye. Well it couldn’t hurt to hold a conversation of her own while her friends were busy, no? Luna flipped her long dark hair over her shoulder, tilting her head invitingly, and the guy’s eyes widened slightly before he slowly made his away over. She couldn’t remember the last time a guy looked so nervous to talk to her, especially a guy this cute, and it only enthralled her more. When he finally reached her side, she forced down the butterflies stirring in her stomach at just how much bigger he was than her. Wow.
“Hi,” she murmured, looking up at him through her lashes.
“Hi…do you come here often?”
Oh wow.
Luna couldn’t stop her inelegant snort at his cheesy words, grinning slightly at the mortified blush that crept over the guy’s face. “How often has that line worked for you?”
“I’ve literally never used that line before in my life, I am so sorry,” he groaned.
Simply by the horrified look on his face and the stiff way he held himself, it let her know that he was telling her the entire truth. Poor lamb. Somehow it was endearing though.
“I’m Luna,” she mused, holding out her hand.
He quickly took it, shaking her hand gently, yet she could still sense the strength of his grip. Definitely something she appreciated in a man.
“I’m Cale,” he replied, more relieved than anything else, “Do you mind if we forget the last 30 seconds?”
“Oh I’m remembering this for years – you’re not getting out of that embarrassing line that easily,” she smirked.
The guy…Cale…groaned but seemed to laugh at himself anyway, shrugging his agreement. “That’s fair.”
Luna just smiled to herself, taking him in. She tried waving off Cale’s offer to buy her drink as the bartender finally appeared back in front of her, smiling her thanks as Cale just added it to his tab – who was this guy? – taking a sip of her vodka soda while her eyes not-so-subtly ran over the man next to her. Just as cute as she’d thought when she first spotted his eyes on hers, shoulders somehow even broader in the best way, and his blue eyes were both pretty and earnest. Not to mention tousled light brown hair that she just wanted to run her fingers through, and a perma-blush dusting across his cheeks? He’d definitely caught her attention looking this good, even if his clear awkwardness being in this environment caught her attention even more.
What was this guy’s deal?
“You really don’t come here often, do you?”
“I can’t say a bar of this…intensity is my usual forte, no. I’m just here with friends,” he admitted.
Honesty. She could appreciate that. And he was cute…
“So what would be your forte?” she asked smoothly, tilting her head ever-so-slightly again.
He immediately picked up on her change in tone, her lean towards flirting, and it was almost as if his whole demeanour changed; his shoulders broadened as he relaxed against the bar top, his nervousness eased out, and he smiled softly. She liked it.
“Somewhere a lot quieter. Can’t exactly talk to someone properly when I can’t hear them, hm? Can’t appreciate them like they deserve here,” he shrugged, although his eyes locked with hers, intense and intent.
Oh damn. How direct. How perfect.
“Somewhere quieter to appreciate someone? Like what?” she asked, smile curling at her lips, playing along with his flirting.
“A private intimate dinner. Maybe a little light music, just to set the mood. Candlelight, flowers, excellent wine,” he said with an effortless smile.
Oh he had game, finally.
“That sounds much more appealing than this place. I can see why it’s more your forte,” she said as neutrally as she could.
Nice and neutral, just to see what he would do next. Just to see if he would take the bait.
“Maybe I should take you some time then. Take the opportunity to get to know you properly,” he suggested, eyebrow raising in suggestion.
Oh wow. Hook, line, and sinker – she was intrigued.
“I could be up for that,” Luna replied simply, smiling innocently back, giving none of her racing thoughts away.
“Sounds like a date,” he grinned.
*
Thursday night
“So you’re really going out on a date with awkward bar guy?”
Luna glanced away from where she was putting on mascara in the mirror, frowning at her flatmate Elena standing in the doorway.
“Cale?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Weird name,” Elena snorted.
“Rude,” Luna shot back.
Elena just stuck her tongue out in retaliation, making Luna laugh. It wasn’t that Elena was acting strange or jealous – she was protective. The two girls had lived together since college, meeting freshman year and moving in with a group of friends in sophomore year. While everyone else had moved away or moved back home, they were the only two to stay in Denver and they knew each other well enough to not want to separate as well.
She and Elena were two peas in a pod, both outgoing and still loving the nightlife that their chosen city gave them, but still with that comforting balance of girls’ nights in; both sharing so much in common that Luna truly considered Elena to be her best friend. And to be honest, Luna couldn’t fault her friend for being overprotective; it wasn’t like her dating history was all that great, and it could never hurt to have a friend looking out for her. Especially when it came to meeting up with strangers.
“Look, he’s really cute and we’re meeting in a public place,” Luna pointed out, “And he was really dorky with his flirting. Even when he got a little smoother, that blush told me everything I need to know about how little he actually flirts around.”
Elena tilted her head in acknowledgement. “Not a fuckboy?” she asked.
“Not that I can tell. I’m pretty good at spotting a red flag like that,” Luna mused.
“And you normally run headfirst towards those red flags,” Elena teased.
Well that was unfairly true.
“Maybe meeting Cale is the break I’ve been looking for,” Luna said, shrugging.
“For your sake, Lu, I hope so,” Elena laughed.
In the week that had passed since she’d met Cale in the bar, having exchange numbers after talking over a couple of drinks, they’d texted here and there; mostly to confirm what day and time to meet for the dinner he’d romanticised about, but also tentatively getting to know each other. Luna hadn’t been lying when she said that she hadn’t spotted any signs of him being a fuckboy. He seemed sweet, and genuine, and even a little shy, which surprised her considering how attractive he was. Then again, it wasn’t like her to judge a book by its cover, so she was trying to keep an open mind about how such a hot broad-shouldered guy could be so modest.
To be honest, she was looking forward to finding out more in person this Thursday night.
Soon enough, she was happy enough with her appearance, smoothing her floaty silk dress over her curves – apparently their restaurant tonight had a dress code – and by the time she’d slipped into a cute pair of heels, her uber was outside.
“Have fun!” Elena grinned from where she was sat on their sofa, “Don’t forget – no glove, no love.”
“Oh my god, not on the first date,” Luna groaned, feeling her cheeks heat up at the ridiculous advice.
Elena just shrieked with laughter as Luna shut the door behind her, leaving her cheeks still burning as she headed towards the waiting uber. The drive to the restaurant was short, not giving her any time to get too nervous, even though she’d taken even precaution by not giving Cale her address and so on, and when the uber pulled to a stop, she smiled to herself as she noticed Cale already standing in the street.
But when she got out of the car, shutting the door behind her, she noticed that Cale looked frazzled, eyes a little wild, sending a pang of worry through her body. What the hell?
“Uh, hi?” she said, more than a little awkward as she waved hello.
“Hi!” he blurted out, although he didn’t look any less stressed.
“Is everything okay?” she frowned.
“The restaurant we were meant to go to, the one I’d made a booking with for tonight, is closed,” he huffed, running a hand through his hair.
“What?”
How had he been able to make a booking, if the place was closed?
Cale pointed just to the left of where they were standing, and it was only then that she noticed a couple of even-more-frazzled people standing out the front of a darkened restaurant, in the typical white shirts and black trousers of waiters, talking to people apologetically.
“What happened?” she frowned.
“A pipe burst,” he explained, making her groan in understanding, “It flooded the main dining area but also shorted out their booking system.”
“So they couldn’t contact anybody who had reservations for tonight,” she guessed.
“Exactly!” Cale nodded, before sighing, “I just wanted tonight to be perfect, to wine and dine you just as I said, and even that can’t go right.”
The poor guy looked miserable, genuinely upset as well as flustered at the thought of not taking her out on the date he’d promised her, and it made her heart ache a little. When was the last time she’d met such a sincere person?
“Hey, this isn’t your fault. And it’s definitely not their fault, so there’s nothing to blame here other than some shitty pipes?” Luna mused.
Cale huffed out a laugh, nodding his acknowledgement, making Luna smile as he smiled slightly too.
“Sorry for not texting you in time – I only got here a few minutes before you did, and I spent that time talking to the restaurant staff as they apologised,” he winced.
“No harm, no foul,” she laughed, shrugging, “Not all plans go smoothly.”
“Still…we can reschedule? I’ll find another restaurant for another time?” Cale offered.
“We can’t still go out tonight?” Luna asked, confused.
Unless he was trying to think of an excuse not to see her…
“I mean, I don’t think anywhere I wanted to take you will seat us tonight without a reservation,” he explained.
Oh.
Oh.
He really wanted to wine and dine her, didn’t he? Pull out all the stops, everything fancy?
“You know, I don’t need anything high-end to be on a date with you,” she pointed out, “I’d be happy somewhere really low-key.”
“Really? Even though we’re dressed up fancy?” Cale frowned.
Luna looked down at her silk dress and his nicely tailored charcoal grey suit, before shrugging. “So we may be the nicest dressed people in the next place, that doesn’t matter.”
Cale laughed softly, shaking his head fondly. “You might be the most chilled-out person I’ve ever met.”
“And you are adorably flustered over a restaurant reservation,” she teased, earning a fierce blush, “Come on, relax a little. It’ll be fun.”
“I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he insisted.
What a sweetheart. Still incredibly flustered, but sweet.
“Alright, it’s a deal,” she mused, earning a smile, “And I know just the place. Let me just text my flatmate about the change in plans.”
“Ah yeah, of course. Safety first!” he nodded seriously.
Could this guy be any more perfect? Really?
~
To: Elena
The restaurant has a burst pipe.
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I’m going to take him to Tom’s diner down on Colfax.
~
To: Luna
Oh man, that sucks for the restaurant. But thanks for keeping me in the loop.
Hah oh wow, I bet he’ll love that place in his fancy suit.
~
To: Elena
How did you guess he was wearing a fancy suit?
~
To: Luna
I just got those vibes.
Fancy restaurant equals fancy suit.
But seriously, have fun!
And have a chocolate milkshake for me.
~
Luna smiled and tucked her phone back into her handbag, earning a smile from Cale.
“Is your flatmate okay with us changing location?” he asked.
His eyes were earnest, letting her know he wasn’t teasing in the slightest, allowing her to relax slightly. “Yeah, she’s glad I let her know. And she’ll be even happier that you understand that it’s important,” Luna nodded.
Cale just smiled a little wider, looking pleased with himself, making her laugh at his reaction.
“Ready to change things up?”
“I trust you. Can’t be worse than my attempt to take us out to dinner,” he winced.
“Alright, I’ll keep it a surprise then,” she grinned, “It’s not like you could’ve predicted a burst pipe.”
Cale just laughed, shrugging in an easy going way, Luna just smiling as she pulled her phone back out to pull up an uber request. Soon enough the two of them were on their way, and Cale’s eyes went wide when they eventually pulled to a stop.
“Oh man, you weren’t kidding about changing things up,” he said, smiling.
The smile let her know that he wasn’t put off by her casual choice, and she just waved goodbye to the uber driver as she stepped up next to him.
“I figured that a fancy place was off the cards tonight, so why not go for something comfy and casual,” she shrugged, “The food here is great and so are the vibes.”
“Can’t go wrong with that,” Cale grinned, opening the door to the diner for her.
Sure, they might’ve been the only people in the place in a fancy silk dress and effortlessly tailored suit, but that just made it more fun. Luna knew she looked good and she felt good in her dress, so what was wrong with that? It didn’t hurt that Cale looked amazing in his suit too, all the lines accentuating his incredible physique. And maybe tonight hadn’t gone as well as planned so far – but that wasn’t anything a chocolate milkshake couldn’t solve.
“So what’s good here?” Cale asked.
If he was put off by how sticky the table and menus are, he wasn’t showing it.
“Okay, get ready for the burger that will change your life.” Luna said, smiling.
*
Friday morning
To: Luna
Hey, are you free on Sunday?
~
To: Cale
For you Cale, absolutely.
What did you have in mind?
~
To: Luna
I thought it might be nice to visit Denver Botanic Gardens?
It’s meant to be really pretty there.
And I thought it might be good to try something different than dinner.
~
To: Cale
Dinner last week was great, even if not how you planned.
But a walk around the Gardens sounds good to me!
~
Sunday morning
Luna checked out her outfit one last time in the mirror before leaving to catch her bus to meet Cale. She’d decided on wearing a pretty blue sundress, dotted with tiny pale pink flowers – it had a mid-depth v-neck and cinched at her waist, more than enough to let her feel as feminine as she liked without feeling over the top. It wasn’t anything fancy, not like her silk dress from their first date last week, but it was still more than nice enough to show Cale that she’d made an effort.
Her dark brown hair was perfectly straightened, make-up simple but pretty, and her shoes were comfortable to walk around in – she was ready.
Elena wasn’t home right now to tease her or boost her confidence, either of which she could’ve used to distract her from the butterflies she felt in her stomach. All Luna could hope was that this would go smoother than their first date. All of their conversations over text had been so easy since the night of the restaurant fail three days ago, so she desperately wanted that to continue throughout their date today.
Different setting, different time of day, different vibe.
Positive thinking, right?
Thankfully her bus ride was fairly quiet, leaving her as relaxed as she possibly could be as she walked up to the entrance of the botanical gardens. Cale was waiting for her off to the side, and the wide smile he sent her when he spotted her walking towards him sent those butterflies going crazy again. Wow. He looked so good in his white polo shirt and jeans. How was it possible for anyone to make a polo-shirt look that good? His broad shoulders and defined chest filled it out so well, and it took all of her effort not to get caught staring at him.
“Hey, you look beautiful,” he said sweetly.
She laughed softly even as she felt her cheeks heat up with a blush. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
Cale just grinned. “Good to know. Shall we?”
Luna tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow as he offered it to her, trying to tamper down the giddy feeling rising in her chest. What a gentleman.
The next few hours were spent arm in arm, walking and talking, everything going to smoothly that it felt like she was floating through a dream. The botanic gardens were incredible, she had to give him extra points there for how pretty everything was, and she loved that she was experiencing it all with him. Strolling around the Monet Pond with Cale by her side? Win. Hushed conversation through the Shofu-en Japanese garden? Win. Everything from the orangery to the iris garden to the oak grove, they wandered through and around it all for hours and hours, just talking and laughing, enjoying each other’s company on this beautiful day.
The whole vibe was so incredibly different to their first date, completely different atmosphere, and she loved that she got to see this side of him too. His easy laugh, warm smile, and attentive listening was winning her over quicker than she ever thought possible, if she was being honest with herself, and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this at ease with a guy this quickly. It was everything she’d been wanting for so long, and she almost felt like pinching herself to see if it was all real.
But all good things had to come to an end.
One moment sunlight was streaming down warming their skin, and the next dark cloud cover had rolled out over the blue sky, a gusting wind picking up. Before Luna could even voice her wonder to Cale, a deluge began, rain hammering down in a way that momentarily stunned them both, before they quickly ducked under a tree as refuge.
“What the hell,” Luna gasped, clutching her handbag to her chest, trying not to think about how her dress was sticking to her skin.
Cale still looked stunned, eyes wide as he watched the pouring rain in front of them, before he seemed to shake himself out of his stupor. “Let’s make a run for the gift shop?” he said, pointing to a building in the distance.
“Good idea!”
Luna found herself smiling as Cale took her hand, the two of them wasting no time in breaking into a light jog through the lilac garden, unable to talk as they went because of how heavily the rain was battering down. By the time they eventually reached the visitor center, far from the only people sheltering inside, Luna was completely drenched from head to toe, her dress soaked through and her hair a sopping mess.
Of all the things – a freak heavy rain shower. What were the chances?
Cale guided the two of them to the far side of the gift shop, an illusion of privacy, before stopping to stand in front of her.
“Are you okay?” Cale asked, pushing his dripping hair off his forehead.
She tried to ignore how disappointed she felt when he let her hand go.
“Oh, yeah, I’m fine! Not what I expected to happen today, but fine,” she laughed, “Are you okay?”
“Other than another date going awry, sure,” he said, frowning slightly.
“Two dates in a row where original plans have gone wrong,” Luna mused.
“This has never happened to me before. I swear!” Cale groaned.
“Cale, relax – it’s not like you could control any of it? You literally couldn’t predict that pipe bursting in the restaurant, and you certainly can’t control the weather,” she teased.
“I know, I know,” he laughed, making her smile in return, “I just want something to run smoothly for once, to make a good impression with you, you know?”
Well that was sweet.
“You’ve already made a good impression, I promise. Dressing up all fancy to eat in a diner was a memorable first date,” Luna insisted, laughing softly, “And what we had of this second date was good too…up until we got soaked.”
He winced, nodding his head in acknowledgement. “Shall we do a rain check then? No pun intended.”
As much as she would’ve liked to have continued on with the date, like they had the first time that their original date plan had failed, this time she was soaked to the bone and so unbelievably uncomfortable. And she dreaded to think what her mascara looked like.
“Definitely reschedule. Maybe an indoor one next time just in case?” she mused.
“Yeah that sounds like a good idea,” he said, laughing again, although his cheeks flooded with a fierce blush, “Can I at least give you a ride home so you’re not sitting on the bus soaking wet?”
Oh what a sweetheart.
And absolutely what she needed.
“That would be great,” she nodded.
Elena was going to get a real laugh out of this date, that was for sure.
*
Thursday night
“I can’t say I was expecting you to suggest this for our third date.”
Cale just laughed, nodding his acknowledgement as she waved goodbye to her uber driver, moving to stand by his side.
“I know, it’s not my usual. But I heard good things about this place anyway? One of my neighbours goes out in this area a fair bit and this is one of the bars she always talks about in the elevator,” Cale explained.
He hadn’t waited to ask her out after their failed-date in the rainy botanic gardens – the moment that he pulled up outside her apartment building, he’d asked her to go out with him again, somewhere ‘indoors’ this time as she’d teased. After tentatively suggesting Thursday night then and there, Luna leaving him with a kiss on the cheek, he’d texted her the next morning with a plan, leaving the two of them to resume their easy conversation just like before.
As their date drew nearer that Thursday night, Luna had kept things casual with her outfit again, at Cale’s suggestion, wearing a pretty white blouse over her favourite black jeans, pairing it with a pair of pretty silver hoops, black leather jacket and her comfy black ankle boots. Simple but again it left her feeling confident, which shone through to add that little extra edge. While she had gotten herself ready for the evening, she’d drank a glass of wine with Elena, her flatmate sitting on the end of Luna’s bed to tease and support her, a much-needed girl’s time while she dressed and put on her make-up, so by the time her uber pulled up outside the bar that Cale had suggested, her butterflies were in full effect.
Despite the fact that their two dates so far had each failed to a certain degree, she was still excited to spend the time with him, desperately hoping that for this date things would just run smoothly. She deserved that much, right?
“Hey Cale!” she said with a big smile, as she walked up to where he was waiting for her.
“Hey Luna,” he replied sweetly.
As she leant up to kiss his cheek in greeting, just as she had on Sunday afternoon when he drove her home in the rain, his cheeks flushed a vivid red, only making her smile even wider. If that reaction was anything to go by, he was just as excited to see her as she was to see him, which could only be a good thing.
“It’s good to see you again. I haven’t been here before, but I know there’s definitely indoor seating,” he mused, a playful nod to their interrupted outing four days ago.
“So you haven’t been here yourself?” she teased.
Cale blushed slightly again but shook his head, making her laugh. She already knew he wasn’t a bar person – he’d admitted as much the first time they met. So why now?
“Why a bar tonight then?” she asked curiously, eyeing the expanse of outdoor bench seating and music drifting out from inside the building.
“It’s a pretty casual place, rather than the intensity of the bar we first met in?”
Well that answers that question.
“…and I know you feel comfortable in these situations so I thought I’d push the boat out since my last two attempts didn’t work out well?” he offered.
“That’s really sweet, Cale,” she said, smiling softly, “But I don’t want to be comfortable at your expense. If it gets too much at any point, let me know? I’d hate for you to feel completely out of sorts.”
“Deal,” he nodded, smiling in relief as the two of them finally made their way towards the entrance, “We can do easy low-key drinks, right?”
“Definitely,” Luna replied, laughing.
Cale just smiled a little wider, holding open the door of the bar for her. Immediately she was hit with the familiar scents and sounds and vibe of a well-loved local bar, and she quickly relaxed. He was right – this was definitely her preferred social scene, and the fact that he was willing to be here with her, trying out the bar that was new to both of them? That made her heart beat just that little bit further, she could admit that.
Somehow they managed to snag a table in the corner, leaving her with a view of the entire room and Cale with his back to everyone, both of them comfortable with the situation. It was far from the fanciest place – definitely far from the bar that they’d met in those couple of weeks ago – but it was busy and comforting and had a great vibe. Luna was honestly excited to see how this evening went, eager to see him in this kind of setting, and she loved that he was trying to do something she felt comfortable with. Hopefully it wouldn’t come at the cost of his own comfort, but time would only tell.
“What can I get you to drink?” he asked, resting his forearms on their small table.
Luna happily asked for a glass of wine, figuring it was probably safer to stick with what she’d already started drinking at home, and soon enough he returned from the bar. They eased into conversation as easily as they always did, talking about their week so far, stress from their workplaces, ridiculous stories about Elena and Luna’s work colleagues as well as Cale’s own colleagues. Speaking of colleagues…Cale also finally told her about his job. About the fact that he was a hockey player in the NHL. It blew her mind a little that he had even looked her way that first night in the bar, that he was still interested in little old her, but she could tell that as much as he was trying to downplay his career to her, he was so incredibly proud of everything he’d achieved. Which, yeah, maybe she should’ve recognised him or at least his name from the Cup Championship last year – but to be honest, she was a football fan (go Broncos!) and had never seen a hockey game in her life. For some reason, that admission eased out a line of tension in his shoulders that she hadn’t realised was there, easing her guilt a little for not knowing who he was. If Cale – Cale Makar – wanted to keep his career low-key with her for the moment, then she was absolutely happy to let him do that. It just showed her yet again how much of a genuinely low-maintenance chilled-out guy he was, and it only made her like him more.
One drink turned into two, Luna buying the second round seeing as he bought the first. As she sat back down at their table, she launched into the details of the trip she was planning in the summer to go back home to see her family, Cale admitting he would be doing the same for the first time in a while. Easy, breezy, fun conversation as always. People ebbed and flowed from the bar, filling up the room beside them, but it felt like they were in their own bubble, nothing mattering outside their little table. How did things feel so easy with him, after only a matter of weeks? It felt crazy, if she was being honest with herself, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to complain.
Halfway through the third round of drinks though – he bought this round, taking things in turn again – someone cleared their throat into a microphone, snapping Luna’s attention across the room. What the hell?
“Testing, testing, one, two, three.”
Oh no.
Everything had been going so well…
“Alright, welcome back to Thursday nights at Tavern on 26th! Who’s ready for karaoke?”
Karaoke.
Fuck.
Luna quickly looked over at Cale, who had gone white as a sheet and looked horrified.
“You didn’t know?” she asked, grimacing.
“Not a clue. I’ve never been here before!” he groaned, “And my neighbour has never said anything about karaoke!”
Luna couldn’t help but laugh, a little resigned already. “Well it is our luck, I suppose.”
“Maybe it won’t be so bad?” Cale offered.
“Up first, Miranda with Total Eclipse of the Heart!”
Maybe not.
As the wailing voice started out across the room, a pained look flashed across Cale’s face, making Luna laugh again. “Shall we get out of here?”
“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” Cale said, sighing softly, “Sorry.”
“Hey.”
Luna rested her hand lightly on his forearm, smiling softly as he looked down at her.
“Not your fault. You didn’t know,” she shrugged.
“I should’ve looked it up? Checked out the bar’s event page?”
“Who does that for a low-key bar, eh?” she mused. “Why don’t we just go for a walk?”
“So much for third time lucky,” he said dryly, grimacing as the chorus started.
Damn, this ‘Miranda’ was clearly heartbroken and at least one bottle of wine down. At least.
“Date’s not over yet,” she said simply, “Just because we don’t want to stay in this bar, doesn’t mean we can’t keep talking on a walk, right?”
“You are too forgiving,” he said, huffing out a laugh.
“There’s nothing to forgive,” she replied. “Now let’s get out of here before the key change.”
“Oh fuck yes,” he laughed.
He held a hand out to help her up from their table, Luna gladly taking it, smiling to herself as Cale didn’t let go. As he threaded their fingers together, she felt an unfamiliar blush settling dusting across her cheeks, Cale smiling down at her. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
Another date plan fail.
Hopefully the walk would salvage what was left of it, the alcohol in her system making her not want to leave him just yet. But as he said, it was third time unlucky – was that a sign? What was the universe trying to tell her, in making the plans for their third date come to an abrupt fail? As much as his smile gave her butterflies, could she really ignore all of these signs?
For this evening, she absolutely could, she knew that much. Holding his hand while they walked out of the bar felt too good not to.
*
Friday morning
To: Luna
Hey, I’m sorry about last night.
Again.
Can I make it up to you?
~
To: Cale
No apologies! The bar was fun…before the terrible karaoke.
But I’d love to see you again?
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To: Luna
Fourth time lucky, right?
How do you feel about going on a picnic on Sunday?
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To: Cale
I can’t remember the last time I went on a picnic.
I’d love to.
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To: Luna
Okay great!
Leave everything to me.
I’ll pick you up at midday?
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To: Cale
Okay sure, sounds like a plan!
~
Sunday midday
For once, Luna was driving her old car to their date today – she rarely drove, usually preferring public transport, mainly due to the lack of decent public car parking available in downtown where she spent a lot of her time, but Cale had already promised her that the park he’d chosen had plenty of parking spaces, leaving her able to sing along to the radio as she drove, calming her nerves a bit.
Sure, she’d decided to wear a pretty green dress, floaty and low-cut but still cute, curling her hair to give herself that extra boost of confidence. Sure, Elena had let her borrow her comfy white sneakers, keeping the outfit casual. And sure, she’d even had the chance to facetime with Cale yesterday before his game in Minnesota, knowing they wouldn’t get a chance to speak before their date today. But it was Elena’s hesitant words that had left the usual butterflies feeling a little frantic.
A picnic in a park? The two of you are chancing the outdoors again with your luck?
Because Elena wasn’t wrong. Three dates they’d been on now, and not a single one had gone by without a fail. The pipe burst in the restaurant. The unexpected rainstorm in the botanic gardens. The sudden karaoke in the bar. She could only wonder what today would bring, even as much as Elena tried to hype her up with positive attitude.
As she pulled into the parking lot, spotting Cale easily with his cheery smile and wave, she tried to let all of the worries go. Cale wanted to be here on this date with her. He wanted to be with her, which should be enough in itself, right? Fourth time lucky, that’s what he joked. She could only hope he was right.
“Hey, glad you made it okay,” Cale said, smiling as she locked the car behind her.
“Old Betsy may be getting on in life but she still gets me around,” Luna laughed, shrugging.
“You named your car Old Betsy?” he teased.
Luna fought back the blush on her cheeks. “What, you haven’t named your car?”
“I can’t say that I have…”
From there, their conversation started up as naturally as always, Luna smiling as they walked through the park, glad that there wasn’t too much of a crowd yet, letting him lead her to a shaded area under a tree. Perfect.
“I packed a few things for us – I hope they’re all okay?”
As Cale spread out the blanket he’d had tucked under his arm, Luna opened up the picnic basket he’d been holding, eyes wide as she took in all the tubs inside.
Mini vegetable tarts. Chicken salad. Sliced strawberries and kiwis. Double chocolate brownies. Freshly squeezed orange juice from a deli. If she was being honest, Luna was a little blown away at the thought he’d put into this picnic basket, and she knew by the little smile on Cale’s face that he was pleased with himself – as he should be.
“This looks amazing, Cale. Wow,” she murmured, still a little stunned.
“I hope it tastes as good as it looks,” he mused.
Luna just laughed, shaking her head. If nothing else, the effort would win out over anything else – no-one had ever tried so hard to make sure she was happy. She sat down with her legs crossed, facing him as he pulled out the various tubs as well as cutlery, leaving the napkins in the basket for now, smiling at how happy he looked. He really was so cute, wasn’t he?
“Dig in, please!”
Well he didn’t have to tell her twice.
Between bites of food, talking about their last few days apart including the game that Cale scored the winning goal on, as well as people watching and cooing over cute dogs, the next couple of hours passed easily. Luna found herself basking in Cale’s happy smile, sweet and shy all at once, all of her earlier worries melting away. Here was an amazing guy, who’d planned an amazing date, and everything was perfect. The whole date was perfect, from the location to the relaxed atmosphere, and she couldn’t help the wide smile on her face. Finally. Finally.
Eventually, after they’d faux-battled with their forks for the last strawberry, Cale packed all of the tubs away in the basket, letting them both stretch out their legs across the blanket.
“I can’t believe how full I am,” Luna groaned.
“Me too,” Cale laughed, resting a hand on his stomach, “I may have overdone it with that last brownie.”
“So worth it though,” she grinned.
Cale just grinned back, nodding his agreement. A man who appreciated food – she could definitely appreciate that.
Luna tilted her head back for a brief moment, closing her eyes as she let the sun wash over her and sink into her skin, before she opened her eyes again. Out of the corner of her eye, a large black object flew across her vision, and just as she turned her head to see what it was, she saw it collide with Cale’s face with a crunch.
And then blood started pouring down his face.
Oh god, a drone. A drone had hit him smack in the face, and the crunch wasn’t just the plastic either. Fuck.
“Fuck,” Cale groaned, clutching at his face with wide eyes as he unknowingly echoed her thoughts.
What the hell?!
Without hesitating, Luna pulled out the bundle of napkins from the picnic basket, quickly passing them to him, and he wasted no time in pressing them to his nose with a wince. Oh shit. Oh shit, he was really injured, what the hell was this? Of all the things to happen, even with their track record, this was terrible. Fuck, poor Cale.
“Oh man I am so sorry, a dog ran into me and I lost control…”
The apologetic voice trailed off, just as the two of them looked up.
“Oh god no, I broke Cale Makar,” the man gasped.
Shit. A fan. Now she could see why Cale wanted to keep his career so low-key with her – attention like this really wasn’t what he enjoyed, not in this kind of setting. She could only hope this wouldn’t get plastered all over the internet; they’d spoken before on how much social media could drag people down, and that was the last thing she wanted for him, especially because they were on a date. But what could she do?
Cale winced, shaking his head. “Really, it’s fine. Doesn’t feel broken.”
Luna raised an eyebrow, not believing him in the slightest, but stayed quiet for Cale’s sake. If he wanted to make a fan feel better then that was his choice – and fair enough, the guy looked distraught – but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to make sure he had it looked at properly.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” she said lightly, smiling as genuinely as she could.
“Good idea,” Cale nodded, voice muffled through the tissues.
The guy apologised profusely again as they stood up, Cale just waving him off as Luna picked up the basket and blanket, and they started to walk back through the park towards the parking lot. She could see people stopping and staring at them, not just because of the blood staining his white t-shirt, each time Cale’s shoulders stiffening a little more, him looking more and more uncomfortable as they made their escape. Finally, when their path was a little clearer, almost at the exit, she took the chance to glance up at him, feeling a pang of sympathy at how miserable he looked as he held the bloody tissues to his nose.
“Hospital then?”
“No, definitely not,” he groaned, shaking his head, only making her frown.
Why was he being difficult?
“Cale, you really should have that looked at,” she said hesitantly.
“Oh, no, shit, yeah I will, you’re right about that. I just think maybe it might be better to go to the medical staff at the arena? I know there’s some of them working today, and it’ll avoid any fans taking photos.”
That made much more sense.
“Fair enough,” she mused, trying not to grimace at the fact he had to take publicity into account. “I’ll drive us, yeah? I guess you can send someone to pick up your car later?”
Cale just nodded, wincing again, making Luna grimace in sympathy. Thankfully she hadn’t parked too far away from where they’d walked in, and in no time at all, she was buckling her seatbelt, waiting for Cale to do the same before she started the engine of her old car.
“Do you want to call and give a heads up that you’re coming in? So that we’re not held up at the gate?” she suggested, pulling up directions on her own phone.
“Another good idea. You have a lot of those,” Cale nodded, “Shame that I don’t.”
What?
She frowned to herself before his words clicked in her head. Another date gone wrong.
“A picnic was a great idea, okay? Getting hit in the face by a drone wasn’t part of your plan at all and, again, nothing you could’ve predicted,” Luna said firmly.
The last thing she wanted was for him to blame himself. Again.
“I have the worst luck,” he laughed dryly.
Well, yes, it really did seem that way. But she wasn’t going to say that out loud.
“All the food was really nice?” she offered.
Cale laughed for real this time, sliding his phone back into his pocket now that his messages were sent. “Can’t go wrong with strawberries and kiwis together.”
“Right? Perfectly sweet,” she nodded.
“I might have to see if I can recreate those vegetable tarts myself too,” he added.
The hopeful look on his face, that she could see out of the corner of her eye, made her smile, relaxing into her seat as she navigated the street in front of her. This positive attitude was much more like it – and he wasn’t wrong about those tarts either.
“They were so good! You’ll have to let me know if you can find a matching recipe,” she grinned.
She quickly glanced at Cale, finding him grinning back at her, through the blood and tissues still covering his face. At least he didn’t look as miserable as he had done in the park – that was at least a silver lining on the epic fail this date turned into.
Fuck, what was their luck, seriously?
As she dropped him off at the arena gates, several members of training staff waiting their anxiously for him, it was all she could do to squeeze his hand goodbye as he promised to call her, a heavy ominous weight sitting in her stomach. Why did things always have to go so wrong around him?
*
Friday night
“Hey, how do I look?” Luna asked Elena, leaning in her doorway, “Is this date-night-at-home suitable?”
She was wearing a light-knit dress, long-sleeved with the skirt reaching just below her knee, clinging to her curves in the most comfortable flattering way possible. The soft grey material felt right for a meal indoors, her dark brown hair falling in gentle waves in a way that added to the whole vibe, and she could only hope Cale liked it too. She knew she looked good…but was it the right choice?
“Well, you look as hot as always…but really? You’re going on a fifth attempt at a date with Fail Makar?”
Fail Makar. Ouch.
Technically not wrong, but ouch.
This Friday was not Luna’s usual Friday night. Instead of her typical night out at a bar with friends, she was trying something new. Both her and Cale were – rather than going out, Cale was making them a home-cooked meal. After insisting that the trainers had cleared him from serious injury, going as far to promise that he was still okay to play in the two games over the days that followed, he’d asked her out on another date.
Luna had been hesitant, naturally. Not because she didn’t like him, not because she wasn’t attracted to him – both of those he pulled out of her in spades – but because of everything that had happened over their past four dates. She was only mildly superstitious in general, but even she couldn’t deny that there was some serious bad luck surrounding them so far. How bad was she going to let it get before it was irreparable?
But when he had suggested a date night in, him cooking for them, she hadn’t been able to say no. She was so desperate to make this work with him, the sweetest most genuine guy she’d ever met, that she knew she’d have to give him another chance to have a date run smoothly. That didn’t mean it was fun to hear from her friend.
“Don’t be mean,” she frowned.
“Don’t ignore the cosmos and karma and all that jazz,” Elena shot back, raising her eyebrows.
Luna sighed, but nodded. It wasn’t as if she’d been ignoring the signs herself.
“I’m giving it one more chance, or I really will have to accept that this is fate telling me that things with Cale really aren’t meant to be,” she admitted.
Elena’s expression shifted from judgemental to sympathetic. “Hey, I know you like this guy, okay? I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I know. And I appreciate that. I just really want this to work out,” Luna sighed.
Cale had kept texting her while the team trainer took a look at his nose – it wasn’t broken, thankfully, but he did have a nasty bruise, which she’d been stupid enough to look through the speculation on the internet before Elena took her phone away to stop her looking at social media. She couldn’t help the guilt she felt for the extra attention on him, attention she knew he hated, even though she knew that she wasn’t directly responsible for the vivid bruising on his face. That didn’t mean it was easy to read all the stupid rumours sprouting out about what could’ve caused it, seeing as there was no evidence of him being hit in a game or practice.
But there wasn’t anything she could do about. All she could hope was that this attempt to get a date to go smoothly for once wouldn’t be their last one – she just didn’t know how much more she could take.
“Well if a stripped-back, low-key, homecooked meal doesn’t work then I don’t know what will,” Elena mused, “If you need an escape at any time, you just text or call me, okay?”
“I will,” she nodded, smiling. That was the friend she knew and loved. “But I have a good feeling about this date.”
“I can only hope you’re right, for your sake.”
Again, Luna had decided to drive for this date, mainly at Elena’s insistence to give herself an out if she needed it, but she only hoped that she didn’t need it. Maybe she’d make sure to only have one glass of wine, just in case.
By the time she’d arrived at the address Cale had given her, parking in the private apartment parking lot, she’d relaxed enough to feel a lot more positive about the evening ahead of her. Cale was a great guy. They would have a good night, she was sure of it. Why should she let the past four fails dictate how this night was going to go as well? As she walked up to his apartment, Cale having buzzed her in like he’d been waiting at the door, she steeled her nerves and untensed her shoulders. He was letting her see a side of him that no-one ever did outside of his team – and maybe not even all of them. Welcoming her into his home? That was special, and she was determined to embrace it.
“Hey,” she said, smiling as he opened the door.
“Hey!” he said happily, stepping aside to let her inside, “You look incredible.”
Flattery, as always. She couldn’t deny that she welcomed it though.
“Thanks! And thanks for inviting me over,” she said simply.
He shut the door behind her, helping her slip off her light jacket, and hung it up on the hooks next to their heads. It was a relief to see that the bruising on his face had almost completely faded, just as he said it had – even though he’d insisted it wasn’t as bad as it had first looked, seeing it for herself fizzled away the last of that guilt.
“It’s really good to see you. Thank you for giving me another chance,” Cale said softly, “I know things haven’t exactly gone how I’d hoped so far.”
“I can’t say that I’ve ever had so much bad luck either,” she mused.
She winced as Cale winced himself, biting her bottom lip lightly.
“I really don’t want to mess things up tonight,” he murmured.
Her heart panged a little at the nerves in his voice, hating that she was glad he felt as nervous as he did. It was a good sign that he cared so much, right?
“We can only see how the evening goes, right?” she said simply, smiling as reassuringly as she could, “I’m happy I’m here with you, if that counts for anything.”
As Cale smiled, she noticed how relieved he looked, making her smile in turn. “It definitely counts for a lot. Um, dinner is all ready, it’s just warming in the oven. And I’ve set up our date just through here.”
Cale guided her out of her entry hallway into the open-plan living room, dining room, kitchen, a gentle hand on her back, pausing in the doorway. Oh wow. As she took in the room with lips parted in surprise, her mind drifted back to the words he’d said to her the very first night they’d met.
~
“Somewhere quieter to appreciate someone? Like what?” she asked, smile curling at her lips, playing along with his flirting.
“A private intimate dinner. Maybe a little light music, just to set the mood. Candlelight, flowers, excellent wine.”
~
It was all here – candles lit around the room, beautiful yellow roses in a vase on the counter, soft music playing from the kitchen that drifted into the dining area. A private intimate dinner – complete with excellent wine, in the glasses he now held in his hands. She hadn’t even realised he’d left her side, too caught up with her memories.
“My god, Cale,” she murmured, “this is amazing.”
“Yeah?” he said shyly.
“Yeah, it is. Exactly how you described your forte location, when we first met,” she said, still in awe as he handed her a glass.
He huffed out a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. “I didn’t think you’d remember that.”
“Of course I do. It was one of the things that intrigued me most,” she admitted, making his blush softly, “And then I got to know you even more.”
Cale’s blush deepened but so did his smile.
“I hope I can keep getting to know you, Luna. I know our dates have failed pretty spectacularly so far, but I really like you. I’ve never met anyone as amazing as you before,” he said softly.
Her lips parted at his earnest words, Cale’s eyes watching her intensely, and it was all she could do to take a quick sip of wine. Damn, it really was excellent. He really liked her? Like, really really? Wow. Even after everything, he was happy to be so open with his thoughts and feelings?
“I really like you too. And I really want this to work,” she said seriously, “I just…hope tonight doesn’t have the same bad luck.”
“Me too. The flowers are for you, by the way, to take home with you. And I cooked one of my staple recipes which hasn’t gone wrong so far, and the candles haven’t burned down the apartment while I was getting ready, so it feels pretty good so far?” he said sheepishly.
She couldn’t help but laugh at his expression, forcing down her doubts, letting his increasingly-familiar comforting presence soothe her. So far so good, right? He had pulled out all the stops, recreated their attempted first date in a safe-space setting, and she could definitely appreciate that. The fact that he was letting her see this side of him too, this vulnerable intimate portion of his life? She’d be a fool not to embrace it.
“Shall we?” she said, tilting her head towards the kitchen.
“Absolutely,” Cale nodded.
While Cale pulled out the covered dishes from the oven and plated them all up, Luna sipped at her wine, watching him intently. He seemed so in his element, relaxed in a way she’d never seen him before, and she had to admit that she liked seeing him like this. Maybe this was what they’d been missing, that comforting edge. She could only hope.
“Okay, ready.”
Cale’s cheerful declaration broke her out of her gaze, and she immediately smiled at him.
“It smells amazing, Cale,” she said happily, letting him lead her into the dining area as he carried both plates while she held their drinks.
“Can’t go wrong with coq au vin!” he said simply, although his cheeks were dusted with a pleased blush, “And I made garlic mashed potatoes as well as roasted green beans to go with it.”
Wow.
Just wow.
“Incredible,” she murmured.
Cale just laughed softly, shaking his head as he sat down at the table.
“I like cooking, you know? It’s something that so different to everything else I do, gets me out of my head when I’m stressed with hockey,” he explained.
“I can definitely understand that. How long have you been cooking like this? Because this, and I can tell you this now with sincerity, isn’t just amateur,” Luna mused.
That blush of his really was something. But as he started talking about when he started cooking, mostly with his mom and family, their usual easy conversation started to flow, allowing Luna to sink into the relaxed atmosphere. She shared some of her own family cooking stories with him when he asked, the two of them continuing to talk as they ate, laughing and smiling the whole time, and to be honest Luna couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a date like this. With anyone. It was everything she’d dreamed of, everything she’d ever wanted from the food to the conversation to the vibe in general, and the more that she was consumed by it all, she forgot all about her worries that had built up over the past week.
How could she have doubts about him, when he made her feel so at ease?
After they’d finished eating, Luna helping Cale load the dishes into the dishwasher for later, they moved to the sofa with a glass of sparkling water each, Cale insisting on not drinking now that she’d stopped too. Honestly it felt like a dream. Where had this guy been all her life?
She lost track of time while they continued to talk and laugh on the sofa, the music still playing softly in the background like a damn movie, and before she knew it, the evening was drawing close to midnight, and she needed to get going before she gave into temptation and stayed overnight. That was far too soon for their tentative relationship, she knew that much.
“Did we just have a date that went smoothly?” Cale mused, as he helped her back into her jacket.
Luna laughed but nodded her head. “I think we did.”
Her grin matched his, and she didn’t care if she looked silly because she was just so damn happy. Finally, fucking finally, their date hadn’t failed. The universe had finally worked in her favour, giving her a perfect date with a perfect guy, and she knew that despite everything, the wait had been worth it.
“Call me when you get home? Just so I know you’re safe?” he asked softly.
Those wide earnest eyes were going to be her ruin, she could tell. Fuck it. Here goes nothing.
“Only if you kiss me goodnight before I leave,” Luna said hopefully, far braver than she felt.
Cale’s lips parted in surprise, only briefly, before that familiar sweet smile spread across his face with a blush to match. He didn’t reply to her, just stepping forward to lean down towards her, one hand rising to cup her face just as his lips touched hers. Luna couldn’t stop the soft sound that escaped her mouth at the gentle touch, hands clutching at his shirt as they kissed slowly, sweetly, sending tingles down her spine. Wow. So incredibly worth the wait. After what felt like hours but could only have been minutes, Cale slowed the kiss down to a few last gentle pecks, lifting his head away from her with a stunned smile.
“Best date ever,” he said happily.
She couldn’t agree more.
#my writing#cale makar fic#dating fails#cale makar imagine#cale makar fanfic#cale makar x oc#hockey fic#hockey imagine#hockey fanfic#nhl fic#nhl imagine#nhl fanfic
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The urge to ask you to draw my oc for no reason just to see what it looks like is string but I'm not going to do that to you☠
SODA??? FROM THE DISCORD?????
Is this starshine ur asking for cause thatz who i drew
#anyway i dont do requests normally lol#if at all?? anymore???#saranootnoot#starshine fnaf#i... think#myart
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Get to know me!
I go by, Soda/Sam/Niki/Blue
I am 15 years old!!
I have a Main coon named Mylo
My name ocs..
Starshine(TSAMS/FNAF OC)
Fogshine(TSAMS/FNAF OC)
Bluemoon(TSAMS/FNAF OC)
Mix Crystal(IBVS OC)
Clovis Crystal(IBVS OC)
Lyra(Sans oc)
Thing This Thee(Main Sona)
My ibvs oc story is here!!
And my FNAF OC starshine and bluemoon story is here!!
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starshine legacy playthrough part 4.3
i had a lot of glitches with the dialogue there… what did i miss… guess i’ll find out! ouch burnt my finger on my poor laptop
Level 3 - The Destiny of the Soulriders
oh ok thanks game!!
lisa referenced her dad but alex’s mom has a Portrait! impressive! and her roots are brown! so alex’s hair probably is also brown! that makes sense bc the Prophecy Fortold that the warrior would have brown hair but only the sightseer has brown hair. been wondering about that
girl WHAT are you planning with a lil kid wearing a soda hat
ah. she’s ransoming him for the horse. ok
i love how anne was all “ugh lisa’s crazy, talking about magic powers and talking to her horse… what’s that? my horse is talking to me? nah, i’m just stressed…” but alex never even questioned it. she just went straight from “oh, that’s my horse whose thoughts i can now hear” to “whoa, just like lisa and linda! cool…” like she just got shown a psychic vision and she’s not at all concerned about the mystical parts of that. good for her!
like she JUST got initiated into secret magic society and she doesn’t even know if mr herman has heard about it or believes in it or anything but instantly she’s like THIS HAPPENED in full confidence that he’ll believe it. alex rocks
FINALLY SOMEONE ADMITS THE PATH IS TREATUEROUSE ! Treah. trecharuous. treacherous . thanks autocorrecet
we just fell off a cliff into the sea… rip alex.
aw rats! fripp says katja is with the baddies… …wait. wait, was katja the cool emo violinist who made storms who i met in sso? was that her??? i just noticed recently that the four girls in the sso loading image are Those Four… the plot thickenings!!
MURDER POWER MURDER POWER
so funny… big complex explanation to alex on how to use her powers by being in two worlds at once and then he just says “(click left mouse button)”. incredibly dangerous powers that can never be used… click left mouse button
wwwwWWAIT A SECOND! katja’s face is on the GLAMOUR POSTERS!!
Level 4 - the legend of Garnok
alex just said she would simply Stun the goons with her power, the dangerous power, the power that takes life away,
in this chapter we learn that Garnok exists and is bad & lisa’s dad who works for the dark core just got summoned to the garnok project work site, so garnok is the thing sleeping in the spaceship under the sea and they’re about to be raised! wahooooo
Level 5 - Dark Core Garnok Project
aughh there’s 5 goons to murder without getting caught and i’ve been caught twice so far. this is major because there’s a cutscene and a trail to follow every time i have to restart the mission. murder is hard
wait… there’s also a tunnel that goes under the sea straight to the garnok project that i’ve been walking past??? so what’s the place with the fight i’ve been going to, then??? mysterious…
ah, ok. gotta fight the goons in order to open the grate they’ve got on the tunnel to keep kids like me from breaking and entering. wah
I JUST ACCIDENTALLY SOULSTRIKED TIN CAN INSTEAD OF MOUNTING HIM
HE SURVIVED BUT EAHSFHKDJHN
i got to the keycard that i need to pick up but i couldn’t click to pick it up because it just kept doing the soulstrike again… guess i need to kill all of the goons first in order to get it…
i have lost track of the number of times i’ve restarted this mission
I GOT THE KEYCARD!!! and only killed 1 goon!
love it when you’re eavesdropping on a guy and he says “good thing that scary girl doesn’t have this book that i’m holding, otherwise she’d be able to defeat us! lmao ammiright lads”
NO I MISSED
phew! it onlys sent me back to the tunnel!! i don’t have to get the keycard again!! thanks game!!!
missed again
my blast went over their head this time
ok we did all that to get a book about rules that even evil people follow during fights, and using it we can now banish people to the shadow dimension???? isn’t that anne’s thing? oh well
last part
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"See, that's the thing. Why do those golden ol' eyes of yours have to charge up the 'End of Days' premium package for me, one way or another?"
By now the actual charge she gives him in terms of presence particular is stifling. Though her manner of decorum shows well around the others, it's restrained, but only that. Caelus could feel how there was some ambition tucked deep within their form, a determination, one that had him aligned the instant she could feel a very unwilling resonance between them.
"What I want here is you. Just as some parts of me you want out of the picture. If we got plenty of room, why not get to the bottom of it?" He mentions, arms mildly stretched out as a display of his own gnawing exhaustion. In that same scope through Stelle's eyes, the vibrant energy within almost seemed to glimmer, holding a form of starshine that almost seemed to be mocking her. Entirely unintentional mind you.
It's simply clear that there's an unnatural balance at play.
"You want me dead, don't-cha, Stelle?" Crisp and clear. Their lives spent wading through the Fragmentum, finding colossal forces that swam within the realm of deities, not to mention their own explosive growth, who in the hell wouldn't come to sense this? If he were to be honest? An odd end part of the Nameless wanted to see what her potential culminated thus far. On the other hand? It feels like they were too much of a 'shaken soda can' for anything else.
"I'd like some old fashioned quality time for us to figure that out."
@everlastiingiimmortals from X
#everlastiingiimmortals#| Threads#Y'KNEW I HAD TO CONTINUE THIS#Nothing like some ol fashioned tension to break the ice
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22:32 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
22:27 Weathertunes - Naked Lunch (Original Mix)
22:22 Katoey - Serenade (Downtempo Mix)
22:17 Orbitell - Liquid Sunshine (Ibiza Chillout Mix)
22:14 Urban Phunk Society - Self-made Paradise
22:13 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
22:10 Lenny Ibizarre Feat. Elimar - Lazy Living (Vocal Version)
22:05 D. Batistatos - Sunset At Noon
22:01 Eriq Johnson - I-'ve Got You
21:58 Ikarus - Secrets Of Tantra
21:58 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
21:53 Newton Feat. Twila.too - New Beautiful Life
21:49 Charlie North - Wholoo
21:45 Moods - Comfortable (Feat. High Hoops)
21:40 Blank & Jones - Good
21:40 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
21:33 Starshine Bros - Coffe Relax
21:28 Felipe Gonzalez - No Hablas Espagnol (Original Mix)
21:24 Naoki Kenji - Destination Earth
21:20 Airily - 42nd Street (Lemongrass Remix)
21:19 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
21:13 Blue Lagoona - Follow Me (Feat. Io Vita)
21:08 Privat Projekt - Sunshine
21:02 Enrico Donner - Sensual Education
20:58 Riccardo Eberspacher - Osiride
20:58 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
20:53 Marc Hartman - Tears Run For Love
20:48 Charles Webster - The Gift Of Freedom (High Skies Mix)
20:43 Eriq Johnson & Movox Feat. Marga Sol - Noname Story (Original Mix)
20:38 So Phat! - A Love Bizarre
20:33 Velvet Lounge Project - Someday (Nux Easygoing Remix)
20:29 Fenomenon - Out Of Control
20:25 Kosmopolitans Feat. Crystalia - Wild Is The Wind
20:20 351 Lake Shore Drive - Xtc
20:20 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
20:16 Etherwood - The Night
20:12 Loungeside - Al Burj (Original Mix)
20:08 Living Room - Aqua
20:02 Obersoundz - Escucha (Lounge Mix)
19:58 Amour Fou - J'aime Comme Tu Rit (Original Mix)
19:52 Velvet Dreamer - Last Kiss Of Summer
19:48 Mercer & Gissal - Scandal (Feat. Nicole Grimaldi)
19:43 Blank & Jones - Barefoot On The Beach
19:42 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
19:38 Megablast - Love Is Always There
19:35 Brazil Affairs - Don't Let Go
19:30 351 Lake Shore Drive - Forever (Feat. Genius Jane)
19:24 Castlebed - Level Frequency
19:20 Lemongrass - Keep Dancing
19:17 Cherokee Feat. Yeseo - Long Distance
19:13 Ronny Morris - Build To Last (Ganga Remix)
19:08 Lemongrass - Wherever You Go
19:07 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
19:01 Eskadet - Solitudes Feat. Amethyste (1:00 Am Mix)
18:56 Night Loungers - A Little Lazy Morning In Paris (French Kiss Vocal Mix)
18:51 Pat Appleton - Cloudless
18:46 Mario Basanov & Vidis Ft. Jazzu - I-'ll Be Gone (Extended Original Mix)
18:43 Garden City Movement - My Only Love
18:38 Lyn Leon - Tomorrow
18:32 Rainfairy - You-'re Not There - Brighter Than The Sun Mix
18:27 Marc Hartman - I Can't Stop
18:22 Dab - The Blues
18:17 Factory - Livin Trouble
18:11 Openzone Bar - Quality Of Life (Feat. Addex)
18:05 Deeparture - Ocean Drive
18:00 Lana Torres - Elite People
17:55 Sven Van Hees - Barracuda Staredown
17:52 Beacon - It Won't Be Long
17:46 Bee Side - Twilight
17:40 Kama - Incanto D'amor
17:35 Lemongrass - For All Seasons
17:31 Gxr - To The Lighthouse
17:25 Le Voyage - African Daydreamer (Ethno Mix)
17:25 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
17:20 Mahoroba - Des Moments (Guitar Mix)
17:15 David Tort - Chase The Sun (Musica Feliz Ibiza Beat Remix)
17:10 Naoki Kenji - Let It Flow (The Jazz Mix)
17:06 Stefan Reh, Kara - Unknown
17:03 Love Pacific Industries - Conselve (Original Mix)
16:57 44th Floor - Saint Placid (New York Sunset Mix)
16:53 Amelie - Softwood
16:46 Xemplify - Always You
16:41 Blank And Jones - Revealed
16:34 Lemongrass - Ocean Kiss
16:30 Bernon - Don't Worry (Wellness For Your Soul Mix)
16:25 Steve Osaka - Lazy Day
16:20 Dalminjo - And She Said (Ex-girlfriend Mix)
16:15 Chris Le Blanc - Now And Zen
16:11 Vargo - One Language
16:07 Ross Couch - First Love (Original Mix)
16:02 Mirage Of Deep - Manhattan 3-25 Am
15:57 Neophyt - Sence Of Rain (Original Mix)
15:53 Koresma - Bridges
15:47 Miguel Migs - Breakin-' It Down
15:42 Lounge Groove Avenue - Don't Be So Shy
15:37 Arrojas - Over The Past Year
15:33 Gary B - Without You (Original Mix)
15:29 Lenny Mac Dowell - Ain't No Sunshine (Original Mix)
15:26 Anthony Island Feat. Lazy Hammock - Never Goin' Back
15:21 Marga Sol - Feel The Sun
15:17 Anam - Precious
15:12 In Credo - Casa Del Como (Lounge Mix)
15:12 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
15:08 Naoki Kenji - Samishi
15:03 Conjure One - Sleep
14:56 Magica Fe - Words
14:50 Leonardo Bortolotto - The Vibe
14:45 Gushi & Raffunk - Sound Of You (Beat Ambasada Mix)
14:41 Maximilian V - Room 58
14:37 Stina Nordenstam - Winter Killing
14:33 Velvet Lounge Project - How Far, How Long
14:27 1000 Memories Feat. Nikki Sale - One Man Ahead & Nikki Saletta
14:24 Emilie Simon - Desert
14:17 Project Blue Sun - Show Me What You Know
14:14 Ritual - Josephine (Feat. Lisa Hannigan)
14:13 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
14:08 Ian Pooley - Stoyridge Terrace
14:04 Bent - As You Fall
14:00 Flunk - Blue Monday
13:55 Mirage Of Deep Feat. Josephine Sweett - Luxury Living Room
13:49 Fresh Moods - Solarcell
13:44 Simon Le Grec - Feelings (Piano Mix )
13:38 Rebekka De Rosa - On A Different Page
13:34 Riccardo Eberspacher - Light Signs
13:34 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
13:27 Sunyata Project - Pi Lo Chun (Extended Mix)
13:23 Yuri Petrovski - True
13:20 Love Pacific Industries - Groove Jet (Original Mix)
13:14 Vargo - Speak To Me
13:09 Lounge Generation Feat. Namara - Inner Voice
13:04 Paul Hardcastle - Summer Love
13:00 Lunatic Soul - Time To Remember (Original)
12:56 Mailky - Flawless
12:52 Gabriel Le Mar - Welcome To Dreamland
12:48 Velvet Lounge Project - Baby With You
12:42 Blank & Jones - Darlings (Feat. Laid Back)
12:38 Jazzamor - Sometimes
12:34 Funkstar De Luxe - Tell Me Why
12:29 Naoki Kenji - Let It Flow
12:24 Titeknots - Time Mending Time Again
12:18 Christos Fourkis - Until The Morning
12:13 Toby Ernest - Gonna Be Fine (Turbotito Ode To Keni Remix)
12:10 Honour - Aradeo
12:04 The Man Behind C. - Wherever I Go
11:59 Esberg Port - Lemongrass
11:53 Krystian Shek - Samarkand (Feat. Nina Ramsby)
11:48 Orbitell - Sundown Highway
11:44 Sven Van Hees - Pastel Paradise
11:39 Dave Ross - Globetrotter
11:33 Pascal Dubois - Deep Into The Night (Long Island Mix)
11:29 Paul Hardcastle - Chillstep Echoes (Feat. Maxine Hardcastle)
11:23 Chicane - Looking Down (Drax & Goodings Room With A View Remix)
11:18 Atb - Some Things Just Are The Way They Are
11:17 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
11:12 Jerome Ismaae - Underwater Love
11:07 Truby Trio Feat. Marcus Begg - Universal Love (Arme Rootdown Round Midnite Mix)
11:03 Pochill - Violet Theme (Nick Version)
10:57 Exit Mars - Gliding (Comfort Version)
10:51 Aimee Sol - Anything You Want (Sunshine Deluxe Edit)
10:47 Lemongrass - Journey To A Star
10:44 Stargazer - Slomotion
10:39 Blue Lagoona - Tears Will Dry (I Found Love Mix)
10:35 Hooverphonic - One (Sven Galy's Flemish Shuffle)
10:29 Sunpeople - Lost (Born This Way Mix)
10:25 Sven Vath Feat. Miss Kittin - Je T'aime...Moi Non Plus
10:21 Johannes Huppertz - Seven Sences (Original Mix)
10:16 Dj Maretimo - Blue Guitars Of Picasso (Lonely Beach Cut)
10:09 Sunyata Project, Chris Le Blanc - Journey To Mandurai (Extended Mix)
10:06 Tryst (Uk) - The Bay
10:02 Smoove & Turrell - The Difference
09:57 Lemongrass - Night Blossom
09:53 The Soulful Sun - Loose It (Original Mix)
09:44 Brass - Breeze
09:39 Jean Honeymoon - Bang Bang (Lazy Hammock Chillout Mix)
09:33 Simon Bareilles - The Sound Of Silence - Guitar Lounge Mix
09:28 Chris Le Blanc - Beyond The Sunsets (Ibiza Late Night Mix)
09:24 Edo - Relaxed Love
09:16 #esteve - Sunset Beach
09:10 Steen Thottrup - Heading For The Sunrise
09:05 Bloomfield - Mon Coeur
09:02 Juzhin - Wonderful
09:02 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
08:56 Jean Mare - Everything (Original Mix)
08:52 Room Service - Ambrosia
08:48 Opal Feat. Querubyna - Loving You
08:44 Pnfa - Underground River (Original Mix)
08:43 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
08:40 Catching Flies - Komorebi
08:35 Gary B - My Love
08:31 Thievery Corporation - Stargazer
08:27 Nikonn - Sunrise
08:21 Jose Delgado - Sal Rossa
08:17 Dejamove - Warmin'
08:12 Roberto Sol & Chris Le Blanc Feat Ines - Ahora
08:09 Mashti & Jean Von Baden - Love & Happiness (The Remix)
08:04 Four80east - Been Too Long
07:59 Airily - 42nd Street (Lemongrass Remix)
07:55 Steven Dual - Flying (Balearic Guitar Mix)
07:50 Re Lounge - Fast Love
07:49 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
07:45 Jane Maximova - A Straw
07:41 Jazazamor - Tonight
07:36 Tycho - Weather
07:33 Capa - Freezing Moon (Capa Remix)
07:32 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
07:27 Trinah - Every Day
07:23 Everything But The Girl - Amplified Heart
07:20 Breakfast Trim - Dubai Sun (Original Mix)
07:13 Fresh Moods - Rhythmbreeze
07:09 Philip Aniskin & Alexsandra Mell - Los Angeles Dream
07:06 Hooverphonic - One
07:01 Triangle Sun - Beautiful
06:56 Velvet Dreamer - Your Game My Love (Five Seasons Remix)
06:51 Kraak & Smaak - Guilty Discomforts (Feat. Wolfgang Valbrun)
06:48 Capa - Imperfection
06:45 Ikon - Rosa (Original Mix)
06:41 Bevasso - A Night Like This (The Cure)
06:37 Lee & Sun - Underwater
06:32 Chicane Present - No Ordinary Morning (Original Mix)
06:26 Shakes Seven - What A Mess
06:21 Minus Blue - In Your Arms
06:21 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
06:17 Marga Sol - We Could Be
06:13 Creflex - You You You
06:07 Green Lemon - Just A Man
06:04 Davinci - Love Me
05:58 Polished Chrome - Come Home
05:53 Jazzamor - Tonight
05:46 Lorenzo - I Need You, I Want You
05:41 Two Heroes - Dream Of Something Sweet (Chillin Guitar Mix)
05:36 Vanilla - Snowdance
05:32 351 Lake Shore Drive - Blue Baby Moon (Feat. Picidu)
05:26 José Padilla - Que Bonito
05:21 Eskadet - Un Soir D'ete
05:21 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
05:15 Over Soul - Universal Unfolding (Original Mix) Feat. Gram'ma Funk
05:12 Paul Hardcastle - So Into You
05:08 Emar - Smile At Your Heart
05:05 Dc Lounge Theme - Vienna Dc
05:00 Cocogroove - Puerto Azul (Blue Waves Mix)
04:56 Luke - Heaven's On Fire
04:50 Freelander - Autumn Mood
04:45 351 Lake Shore Drive - Ocean Blue (Cafe Ibiza Edit)
04:45 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
04:41 Suburban Crew - Giada - Original Mix
04:36 Naoki Kenji - E-qualize
04:32 Demetrio Da Soto - Marrakech - Original Mix
04:26 Cinematic - Noises (Dream Of You Mix)
04:21 Science For Girls With Renee Cologne - Violets
04:17 Lenny Ibizarre - A Drop In The Ocean (Original Mix)
04:13 Golden Vessel - Never Know (Feat. Lastlings)
04:07 Coastline - Adriatic Sea
04:00 Twentyeight - Monday Night
03:54 Max Melvin - Flying High
03:50 Sunbeams - Uko
03:46 L'esperanza - Smile (The Songs Of Innocence)
03:46 Jingle - Radiosun.ro
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I want arsenal of monster can crafts.
The mask, the crown, the tab chains that you can like hook to your pants for Aesthetic reasons, tab bracelet, an axe made out of the cans, the monster can gun.
I just I want all of that
#starshine rambles#on another note#i started a soda can tab collection#i want to make chain mail from it
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[Cinematic Theatrics] - Sundrop x gn!Reader
Took me long enough to get this out. Here's that tooth-rotting fluff I promised. Reader works in the theater.
Also, a note, there's no real gendered language used to describe the reader here, as opposed to the fem!reader I'd originally intended. Can't promise it'll stay gender neutral for future installments if they so happen to spring up. We'll see. Anyway, enjoy~
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CW: None. Tooth-rotting fluff. Original male character who is a turd. 'Das it.
Cheerful music buzzes from the speaker above your head as you hum the tune to yourself. It was impossible not to get stuck in your head when it could be heard everywhere in the Daycare area and even here behind the concession stands of the Superstar Daycare Theater. Your hands grip at the damp rag you were using to wipe down the counter and soda machines when the soft thumping of what sounded like many small footsteps and the sweet tinkling of bells begins to creep closer and closer. Leaning slightly over the counter, you couldn’t help but smile as a small parade of toddlers and children began to march towards the Theater, a tall, bright figure leading the charge with a voice as bubbly and exuberant as his design.
The animatronic in charge of the daycare lifts his knees high, arms swinging joyously, unhindered by the multiple children practically clinging to his spindly yet sturdy frame. Though you didn’t often work very closely with them, you found Sun and Moon to be the highlight of your days working at the Freddy Fazbear Mega Pizza Plex. It was so interesting to be able to see such fascinating characters in action; the AI that had been developed for Fazbear Entertainment never ceased to amaze you in how much depth and realism each respective character had. Indeed, you often found yourself musing how downright human some of the animatronics seemed. Maybe in another life it would have been too eerie, bordering Uncanny Valley territory; maybe it should have bothered you how easy it was to accept the fact that, although they were made of metal, wires and plastic, you could so easily see them as people rather than objects made for children’s entertainment.
But, no, not to you. You lived to see this.
“The ants go marching three by three, hurrah~! Hurrah! The ants go marching three by three, hurrah! Hurrah!” A quick shift of his head has Sun beaming in your direction with a wave. “Hellooooo, [Y/N]~! You’re looking awfully swell today! Say hello, kids!” A chorus of children's voices half-shouting your name never failed to put a smile on your face as you waggle your fingers back at them, stretching your body to lean your elbows on the counter and count them as they slowly march by. “What’s on the schedule for today, Starshine?” he calls out.
“It’s your favorite, Sunny!” you coo, happily in response, watching the solar rays surrounding his faceplate spin rapidly in glee, arms outstretched in a pose that radiates pure elation at the news.
“Oh, ‘FazTasia’! Wonderful, wonderful! Popcorn and Fizzy-Faz all around!” he cries, causing the children to scream in cheer at the news that there would be soda and snacks to go with their movie.
“You got it,” you reply back easily, keeping that mental count in your head of how many would be needed to hand out to every child. It looked to be a total of about fifteen kids; thankfully you weren’t the only staff member working the concessions because heaven knows you couldn’t grab it all on your lonesome, even with your prior experience in the food service industry. “Anything for you, Sunny! Enjoy your movie, kids!”
At your words, the daycare attendant animatronic seems to jolt and spasm for the briefest of moments, kicking a leg out in his enthusiasm at the slight praise. “Wow, wow, wow!” He seems to almost puff and preen at that, a more defined bounce in his step as he and the gaggle of kids at his heels disappear further into the cinema. You chuckle, shaking your head; it really was too easy to rile him up. The littlest glimmer of praise and compliments and he instantly became a puppy wagging his tail.
You turn your attention to your coworker, Ben, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and giving you a stare that seems to be equal parts judgement and amusement. “What?” you ask, a twinge of bashfulness causing the blood to ride it’s way to your face.
“Why do you do that?”
“Do what?” you counter, beginning to focus your energy on counting out the number of cups, lids, straws, and popcorn bags you would be needing to sate the appetites of the kiddos. “Are you going to just stand there and watch, or are you going to help me? Get some trays.”
Ben merely shrugs off the wall and grabs a few large serving trays from a cubby under the counter, setting them out as you set about organizing snack time, all the while peering at you with a strange expression. “Why do you talk to the daycare attendant like that? It’s not human. Don’t you think it’s kind of creepy?”
You don’t bother to spare him a glance, instead lining up the small cups and beginning to dispense the fizzy soft drink into them. Each child at the Daycare was given one pass for a free FazMeal at the diner or a pass for free concessions at the theater when there was a show scheduled, like today. Those, you would collect from Sun once the treats were passed out.
Ben of course is a teenager, perpetually edgy, angsty, and unimpressed with most things. And while you can’t exactly blame him—hell, you remember your teenage years weren’t exactly a walk in the park; now in your mid-twenties, you sympathized with your poor parents for having to put up with you, bless their hearts—it still strikes a nerve to hear him speak of Sun in this way. You adored Sun; his bright and bubbly personality was a breath of fresh air to you (especially when compared to Mr. Grumpypants over here). If you had even a smidge of an opportunity to work more closely with the animatronic, you’d have taken it in a heartbeat. It helps that you adored children, despite having none of your own. Working at the Mega Pizza Plex (and particularly the Daycare) was a dream come true for you.
“No, I don’t think he’s creepy at all,” you retort, correcting his improper use of Sun’s pronouns and passing the drinks to him to place their lids on; fifteen cola-flavored Fizzy-Fazzes down, now on to the popcorn. It was as simple as filling the bags, as the machine had been prepped and a fresh stream of fluffy kernels had been popped and perpetually heated only a few short hours ago. “He’s actually very sweet, not to mention he’s such a hard-worker; him and Moon. You have to be, in order to work with this many children every day.”
You think you hear him grumble something about “Of course it is, it’s programmed that way,” but you choose to ignore that with a sigh and a roll of your eyes. There was just no pleasing some people. Teenagers.
“Just help me with these, would you?” Exasperated, you grabbed the plastic tray with both hands, hoisting it into the crook of your arm and shifting your weight to help balance it. While it was tempting to just give Ben the fifteen soft drinks to carry on his own, in the spirit of fairness, you’d divvied the snacks equally between the two of you; in part, you didn’t want to be responsible if the kid happened to trip up and dump all the drinks on the head of some hapless toddler, thus making more mess for Sun to clean and fuss over, though you also acknowledged that though the popcorn bags weren’t a great burden, their distinct lack of weight compared to their height only meant they were slightly more top-heavy and liable to tip over on the tray and spill. Either way, you were saving yourself and Sun a mess to clean up later.
Not that you’d ever seen the happy-go-lucky attendant seem to mind much. True, he was programmed to see to it that any messes made were promptly and efficiently cleaned before they became a hazard to those in his care or to his fellow employees, but he also never seemed to get truly upset over it, either. Always taking whatever the day threw at him in stride (unlike certain coworkers you’d not mention by name). The perks of being a machine crafted specifically to cater to and keep up with children and their boundless energy; Sunny was a (literal) ray of sunshine who never seemed to tire the way a human would.
Spotting Sunny doing his absolute best to wrangle the children into some semblance of order in the front rows of the cinema, you and Ben begin your trek down. Spot lights illuminate the small section of stage before them as they clamber about, squirming over the padded bench cushions and colorful foam play blocks strewn about the area, while a Fazbear and Friends cartoon advertises the glorious treats to be had at the concession stands. Within seconds, several of the tots have taken notice of your approaching figures and a cacophony of cheers erupts, causing Sun to turn his head in your direction. His static grin almost seems to stretch wider as the light casts a shadow across his faceplate, though you’re fairly certain that is an impossibility.
Even still, you find yourself grinning right back, unable to help it. You watch as the rays around his head spin and wiggle in delight as you draw near. “Wonderful, simply splendid! Oh here, let me help you with that, Starshine!” the animatronic enthuses as he rises and takes the tray from your hands, holding it ever so carefully to allow you to begin passing around the treats to the kids.
Once everyone settles in, he passes the now empty tray over to Ben, who takes it with an averted gaze and a groan, even as Sunny thanks him heartily for his service. You muster a stern glance at the back of Ben’s retreating head as he seems only too eager to get as far away from Sun as he can, but even then, as you bask in the presence of your most favored animatronic, you can’t find it in you to be frustrated for more than a second or two. Sunny just has that effect on you.
The children happily chatter away as they wait for the show to start, the company commercials starting to roll just like in any normal cinema would. Backing away a bit so as to not make a nuisance of yourself getting in the way of the kids, you crook a finger at Sun, who is only too happy to follow you those few steps, looming over you as he shifts from one foot to the other. Ever the restless bundle of energy, this one.
“You have their passes?” Lowering your voice, you hold out your palm. Sun’s grin only seems to get wider, a trick of the light, as the LEDs of his eyes dim ever so slightly, as though he were squinting at you. For having a fixed appearance, he sure could be expressive with the limited range he possesses.
“Of course I do, silly,” he chirps, brightly though not as loud as he usually is, dialing down his boisterous nature to accommodate the theater setting. It was an amazing example of his advanced AI, having the ability to recognize such social cues from his surroundings and adjust his behavior accordingly. From a pocket in his pants, he produces the aforementioned Theater Concession Passes—(“Good for one free popcorn and Fizzy-Faz with the purchase of a Superstar Daycare/Theater Pass! Complementary refills at select locations. Offer valid for date of purchase only. Certain exclusions apply. See S.T.A.F.F. for details!”)—and waves the stack in your face. “They’re all right here, see?” The animatronic makes as though to put them in your hand, but seems to think better of it and snatches them back, dangling them out of your reach. “What will you give me for them, hm? Hm?” Sun’s voicebox is low but excited, giddy, teasing you as he uses his towering height to his advantage.
This isn’t really so odd of an occurrence. The daycare attendant animatronic was rather quirky and playful, even to staff, much to the chagrin of your fellow employees who didn’t seem to care much for Sun’s antics. You, however, were a different story. You could play his game. Resting your chin daintily on your knuckles, you simply smile at him as you shift your weight from one side of your hip to the other. “Okay, I’ll bite. What would you like for them this time, Sunny?” Often enough when he got into these playful moods, he would usually politely request an extra concession snack for himself—though, truthfully, you weren’t even sure if he actually ate it considering his mouth didn’t move or open; it was much more likely that he shared it amongst his little charges instead, sneaky Sun smuggling them extra treats before naptime—or perhaps a few extra FazCoins to pass out to the kids so they could each have a chance to stop by the arcade and play a game if they liked.
Sun hums to himself, mimicking your stance and pretending to think about it a moment. “Hmmm, how about…” He draws it out for so long, you begin to wonder what’s on his mind. Usually he’s all too eager to ask for those extra snacks, knowing exactly what pleading tone to use to get his way. Something lights in his eyes, and you briefly think you see a faint flicker of color there—blue, red, blue in a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it pass—before they turn back to their normal pale white, leaving you wondering if you really saw anything at all. “How about, for these passes, I get…” He leans his faceplate in closer, leering over you. “…a kiss!”
If you’d been drinking anything in that moment, you’d probably have spat it all out in Sun’s face, sputtering for a reply. That was the last thing you’d expected him to ask of you. Where did THAT come from? Who taught him that? “A… kiss…?”
“A kiss,” he confirms, merrily, waggling the passes once more. “Then these are aaaaaaall yours. Whaddaya say, Starshine? Just one little kiss, right here.” He turns his face towards you, tapping a long, spindly finger on the rounded portion of his cheek. How does he manage to look both smug and shy at the same time, you wonder. It’s honestly adorable. “Pretty please?”
This… didn’t mean anything, right? Certainly didn’t—couldn’t—mean what your poor disheveled mind was trying to twist it into… It had to be the children. Or– or maybe even their parents! Sun must have seen one of the kids giving a kiss to another, or a mother kissing her husband, and thought that maybe that’s just what friends do. Because you were friends. Everyone was Sun’s friend, but you especially considered yourself his friend, because, well, you liked Sun. And Sun sure seemed to like you, but that didn’t mean— It didn’t— He didn’t “like you” like you, did he? Was that even possible, because you’re fairly certain that—
You cut off your panicked inner monologue mid-ramble as you blink and take in the sight before you. Oh. Oh, he’s still waiting, looking at you rather expectantly, and just how can you say no when he asks so politely and looks so sweetly back at you? (Could you get in trouble for this? Well, nothing in the employee rulebook specifically states that you shouldn’t kiss the animatronics, and it is just a peck on the cheek, right?) “O-of course, Sunny.” As if it were the most natural course of action that you weren’t overthinking and overcomplicating. It’s a kiss. Just a little kiss. Between coworkers— friends.
Placing a hand on his head, you turn Sun’s faceplate more towards you and away from the little ones sitting not ten feet away—(hopefully they were too invested in their soda and popcorn to notice and any who looked your way would think perhaps you were just sharing a secret with their daytime guardian; hopefully.) Having to stand on the tips of your toes rather than dragging him fully to your level, you lean in, finding that he’s also doing the same. He wants this.
Your lips touch the smooth, warm texture of Sun’s faceplate, and you can feel through that brief contact the way he thrums with energy and electricity, mechanisms vibrating and gears turning and fans whirring away underneath a shell of plastic and what feels like soft silicone. Pulling back, you spot what looks like stars and hearts pulsing within his eyes and he rocks back on his heels as though knocked for a loop, like a living cartoon. Large hands come up to cup his own face and he swoons with a glitchy, warbled “Wo~owza!”
You giggle to yourself; what a ham. There’s a soft sound, as of someone clearing their throat, and you nearly give yourself whiplash as you spin towards the entrance to the theater, where Ben was peering around the corner, probably wondering why you were taking so long, with a look that was quite possibly disgust and judgement but you couldn’t tell from this far away. Oh boy. You avert your gaze elsewhere, face burning and you cough and hold out your hand to Sun again, who, it seems, still hasn’t composed himself either. “So, the, uh, the passes?”
“Oh yes, yes, yes! It’s only fair, only fair,” Sun says, rocking forward once more, practically caging you against the theater wall. You throw your hands out to press against his chest as though to hold him up but he merely crouches down to your level and begins counting out the tickets aloud. “—fourteen, aaaaaand fifteen! There we are! All present and accounted for!” He eagerly presses the stack of passes into your palms and you curl your fingers around their weight. “Thank you so, so much for your hard work, [Y/N]!” And he leans back, addressing the children even while his attention never leaves your form. “What do we say, kids?”
A chorus of children’s voices—both semi-harmonious and oddly discordant with the varying levels of attention and enthusiasm from the little tots—reaches you, gratitude for the snacks and drinks. Only some seem to really bother to look your way, as they’re all mostly buzzing with sugar-fueled energy and anticipation for their movie. “You’re all so very welcome. Enjoy the movie,” you manage in return, face still warm as you shove the tickets into your waist apron. Hitching a thumb in the direction of the concession stands, you avert your gaze from Sun once again. “I should get back to work and get that movie going.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Sun enthuses, already recovered from the kiss in record fashion. “Don’t want to keep you from your work. Thanks again, Starshine. I’ll see you again on the way out.” The soft inflection of his tone seems so…. hopeful, like he’s looking forward to it, and you’re not entirely sure what to make of that.
But before you can pull away entirely, a large hand curls around your own and lifts it. You follow the motion in puzzlement before Sunny bends his mechanical neck and presses his faceplate against the tops of your knuckles, a soft mimicry of a kiss, the only way he knows how. Even embellishes it with a soft “mwah”. The gesture is so tender and… dare you call it, romantic of him? Where did he learn these emotions from, these downright human expressions?
Something in your chest tugs and squeezes and begs to be analyzed further, as he lifts his face to stare at you once more, color blooming to even his cheeks now. Your fingertips chase the pigmentation, swiping across his face in a gentle caress that he leans into with a hushed exhalation from his voice box.
You allow your hand to slip from Sunny’s face and the moment is broken. He straightens, skipping back off to join the kids at the front of the cinema. Wiping your palms across the front of your apron, you nearly trip over yourself in your haste to get back to the counter. Bringing up your FazWatch, you enter in the command to finally queue up the movie for the group in there, hearing the cheers of the children as the lights dim ever so slightly and the opening theme music to FazTasia begins to swell.
Returning to your spot, you take up your cleaning rag from before and set about tidying up your station, even though you’re lost in thoughts of a certain jovial robot in the next room, currently singing along to the music of the movie that plays. Feeling eyes on the back of your head, you scoff and try not to look Ben in the eye, knowing full-well he’s there and staring at you like you’ve grown two heads. Finally, unable to take much more of his silent stare, you snap. “What?”
Ben merely scoffs and shakes his head. “Seriously, gross.” You roll your eyes and get back to your work, yet your peripheral vision catches the small subtle quirk of his lips.
“…So, when’s the wedding?”
He has to duck to dodge the heavy rag you violently chuck at his stupid grin.
#frazzie writes 🖋#frazzleboop#x reader#sunnydrop x reader#fnaf sb x reader#sunny x reader#sundrop#sun x reader#fnaf x reader#five nights at freddy's#fnaf sb#tooth-rotting fluff inbound#gn reader#original male character#ben is a turd
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Hi there. This is my new AG Celestina Azula Damon. She's a doll I customized, and she's also my Gorillaz OC, 2-D's daughter. I was inspired by @agrosehamada's blog, and wanted to do something similar. I answered a "get to know the doll" list, also from ag rose (though I added a few things), and I hope to make friends in the AG community. Please feel free to ask questions (I turned anon off to prevent from mean messages, so if you want to be anonymous, just ask the question, say you wanna be anonymous, and I'll copypaste and answer the question).
Get to Know the Doll :)
-Birthday: June 23rd 2005
-Family: Sharon Damon (mom), Mia Lucci (stepmother, married to Sharon), Stuart Pot/2-D: (dad), Murdoc Niccals (family friend thru 2-D, like an uncle, a drunk uncle), Russell Hobbs (family friend thru 2-D, also like an uncle, but more responsible), Noodle (family friend thru 2-D, like a cool older sister)
-Favorite Foods: Teriyaki chicken lo mein, fresh peaches, Mia's homemade pizza with pepperoni and mushrooms
-Favorite Drink: Peach soda pop
-Favorite Dessert: Cherry trifle, cotton candy ice cream
-Favorite Animal: Bunnies and pandas
-Pet: A gray fluffy bunny named Scratchy
-Hobby(ies): Sewing plushies, singing, practicing keyboard and/or drums
-Favorite Show: Sailor Moon, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Steven Universe, and Powerpuff Girls
-Favorite Movie: Mama Mia, Zombieland, Rocket Man, she also loves Disney and Studio Ghibli movies
-Favorite Color: Blue (any shades), pink, lavender, mint, black
-Best Friend(s): Lucy Phillips (close friend and singing partner, hopefully, something more in the future?), Kailey Green (friend since childhood, and fellow theater nerd)
-Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff
-Dream Job: A famous singer like her dad, or an actress (more likely in a Broadway musical or a musical movie), maybe fashion designer.
-Favorite School Subject: Music, Art, English
-Favorite Book: Mostly manga and American Girl books, she has a soft spot for Samantha and Julie
-Favorite Candy: Pocky and KitKats
-Favorite Flower: Roses, sakura blossoms, bluebells
-Favorite Music Genre: She loves listening to songs from Gorillaz (her favorite songs are Starshine, On Melancholy Hill, Clint Eastwood, and Humility), she's also a fan of Queen, David Bowie, Melanie Martinez, and she likes soundtracks from her favorite musicals and Disney movies.
-Dream Vacation: Any of the Disney Parks, and Japan, but she hopes someday soon she can visit her dad and the rest of the band in Britain to see the new Kong Studios.
-Favorite Holiday: Halloween and Valentine's Day.
-If She Could Have Any Superpower: Understand any spoken language, including being able to speak to animals, and zombies!
-Hero: She looks up to book her moms because they raised her and gave her a good childhood, and she looks up to her dad because he's this cool singer in a band, and even though he has his problems, and it's difficult being a long distance parent (as he's in Britain and Celestina lives in the US), he does his best to be in her life as much as possible and he loves her.
#american girl#american girl oc#american girl fan character#gorillaz#gorillaz oc#celestina damon#american girl doll
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SunnyStars and PepperNova comms I got a while back from the lovely @ravenousscorpian!
#msa#mystery skulls#mystery skulls animated#lewis pepper#arthur kingsmen#msa oc#soda starshine#msa soda#art by others#raven art
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“Are you even looking at this? What do you mean ‘it’s not that bad’?” for Omega squad?
Y’all want some angst, huh? Gonna make this a bit of a follow up to “Baby Mine”
Also!! I am so sorry this took so long! Work has been super crazy the last few weeks!
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It’s not often the team’s parents can be together for dinner, but today, with the exception of Bruce out of town on business, things have worked out pretty perfectly. Jason managed to show up, carrying Dahlia with him, and the Drake-Kents have shown up, baby Grace sleeping in Kon’s arms.
Added with the 8 members of Omega, there’s more than a little chaos going on, people spread out around the room, eating and laughing. The hero had turned to a favorite topic: Missions and scars.
“Are you even looking at this?” Lian asks, showing a twisted scar on her forearm, “What do you mean it’s ‘not that bad?’”
“I am looking at it,” Mar’i laughs, pointing at the archer with her fork, “Just saying, based on powers and all, any scar I get is likely to be worse by comparison. With the near invincibility and all.”
“Is this what you all talk about when you’re here, squeaker?” Roy laughs.
Lian gives her father a not-so-charming smile, “Not always, but I don’t feel like getting hit with a sandal again.”
“Why, Li?” Colin snorts into his soda, “You and Jai pranking alpha isn’t worth getting mad about. Now the tortures Damian puts us through in training—”
“They aren’t tortures, Wilkes, and I’d expect you to know that,” Damian tuts. Dahlia toddles toward him, hands stretched out in front of her. Damian lifts her into his lap, tapping her mouth three times with a sweet pepper from his plate, “Mar’i, what scar are you talking about?”
The princess wipes her mouth, standing, “Warning, lifting my shirt a bit.”
“Take it off, Mar!” Irey laughs. Mar’i makes a face at her friend, lifting the edge of her top enough to show a nasty scar on her stomach, barely bigger than the palm of her hand. Her normally tanned skin is red in the center, growing pinker at the edges.
“Holy shit.” Jai blinks, “When did you get that?”
Mar’i sits back down, “Remember when we got ambushed by my aunt?”
“Cass?” Linda frowns, sure the assassin turned dancer would be the last person to hurt Mar’i.
“No, my mom’s sister. Kormand’r.” Mar’i’s slight accent thickens at the name, “Translates to Blackfire in English.”
“I remember her,” Milagro leans against Colin. “It was just after your 12th birthday, right? We were investigating a vandalized property.”
“Yep. She ambushed us and you all got locked in that cage. No powers, no weapons.”
“She beat the shit out of you...” Jai says softly. The team gets a similar look. Like they’re all a thousand miles away.
“That she did. I made that big starblast, destroyed the cliff edge.”
Irey shifts uncomfortably in her seat, “We looked for you for hours.”
The team sits in silence for a moment, then shift, like coming out of a trance. The other heroes in the room understand. They’ve been there too.
“Anyway,” Mar’i continues, “My aunt had taken me to this hanger thing. I’m not sure. I woke up and she was staring at me. Like she was planning. Naturally I got up, ready to fight, but the blast left me weak. Next thing I know, she’s on top of me, and there’s a knife...”
“She stabbed you?” Bianca blinks, unable to understand how anyone could do that to a child.
“She did. When I screamed, she just twisted the knife and laughed.” Mar’i nods. Dick reaches over and sets his hand on his daughter’s. A simple gesture they’ve seen him do a lot over the years. Roy, Wally, and Clark suddenly seem very interested in their plates.
“How the hell did you survive that?” Kon asks, taking a bottle from Tim as Grace fusses. The princess frowns, brow furrowing.
“It’s fuzzy. I just remember a burning feeling then Dad holding me in bed, singing to me.”
Jon looks over at his father, frowning at his hunched shoulders and blank stare, “Dad? You okay?”
“Not really.” Clark can’t look up. “The burning sensation Mar’i remembers...That was my heat vision. We- Wally, Roy, Dick, and I- we found her. Half dead and bleeding.”
“She wouldn’t have made it to a hospital.” Wally says, “We had to help hold her while Clark cauterized the wound.”
More silence, this time uncomfortable. The four men still hear Mar’i’s screams, her pleas for them to stop. The others exchanging a few looks, none of them knowing what to say.
But Mar’i does.
“You saved my life.” Everyone looks to her kind, firm voice, reminding too many of them of her mother.
“We—”
Mar’i gives Roy a kind look, “Uncle Wally said it himself. I wouldn’t have made it to a hospital. You all made a field decision.”
Dick leans over, kissing his daughter’s temple, “Still. We’re sorry, Starshine.”
“Don’t be. Kormand’r hurt me. You all saved me.” Mar’i smiles as she gets up, carrying her plate, “Besides, we already have to many emotionally constipated people here already. Let that shit go.”
That gets a laugh from the group, breaking the tension. As Mar’i sets her plate in the sink, she turns to find herself face to face with Clark. The others have changed the subject, now arguing about most accurate hero/action movies.
“Mar’i, I just wanted to say I am sorry.”
“Clark, you really don’t need to.”
“I do. Coming from someone else that’s, well, hard to hurt, I know what it feels like when you do get hurt.” He places a hand on her shoulder, “I just wanted to say I am sorry. I’m sorry you were hurt and I’m sorry that you still have the scar.”
Mar’i smiles at him, “Scars remind me that I survived whatever tried to kill me. I wear mine with pride.”
Clark nods, smiling back at her, “Jon’s lucky to have you in his life. All of us are, really.”
“Yes, you are.”
That makes the older hero laugh as he hugs her. Mar’i has always hugged the superfam harder than other people, reminding them she won’t break. At times like this, Clark’s grateful for it.
“You know you’re Lois’s favorite, right?” He asks as they walk to the table.
“I’m everyone’s favorite.” Mar’i laughs.
Kon hears that and rolls his eyes, “You sound like your parents.”
Kissing her father’s cheek, Mar’i stands behind him, holding herself to her full height, “And I will never apologize for it.”
#mar'i grayson#damian wayne#lian harper#irey west#jai west#milagro reyes#jon kent#colin wilkes#omega squad#omega parents#clark kent#dick grayson#roy harper#wally west#tw child harm#tw childhood trauma#tw scars
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I love how our current nicknames match
you are starshine, and I am sunshine!
frootloop and stardrop kinda match too?
then I called you comet and you called me poppy (I actually never understood that nickname, like what the inspiration is. But it was adorable)
funny enough I have almost never called you by your name
Ooh! Poppy was inspired by the flower, and your discord tag! Soda pop! I think it related to one of your xenogenders too.
#local loop#and sunshine because you are the sun to my moon#you are just really#really nice#jtjjtimfkfkk#also i have several names!#and i like all of them :)
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Ok, so y’all remember this post? Probably not, either way, after that I kept adding pet names, and... I sort of got a little bit carried away (just a little bit) and made a whole other notes on it... and now I wanted to share it whith y’all for no reason in particular! I hope this helps some writers out there in need of pet names! If any of you have any additions you’d like to make, PLEASE COMMENT OR REBLOG! Ok, that’s it, thank you! 😊Source 1 Source 2
pet names, Pet Names, PET NAMES!!!
- Angel
angel eyes, angel face, angel heart, angel of mine, heaven
- Baby
baby cakes, baby boy/baby girl, baby doll, baby face
- Beautiful
- Blueberry
candy 🍬, candy cane, cheesecake, cherry 🍒, cherry lips, chocolate thunder 🍫, cinnamon, cinnabun, coconut 🥥, cookie 🍪, cupcake 🧁, eye candy, fruit loop, fruit loops, fruit cakes, honey 🍯, hon’, honey scoop, honey cakes, hunny bunny, Kit-Kat, lemon boy 🍋/ lemon girl 🍋, lollipop 🍭, muffin, marshmallow, pancake 🥞, peach 🍑, peach pie 🥧, peanut, popcorn 🍿, pop tart, pumpkin 🎃, short cake 🍰, short cakes 🎂, short stack, sugar, snicker doodle, soda pop, strawberry 🍓 strawberry, suga’ pie honey bun, sugar, sugar daddy, sugar lips, sugar mama, sugar muffin, sugar pie, suggar plum, sugar puffs, sweets, sweet thing, sweetheart, sweetie, sweet cheeks, sweetie pie face cakes, sweetness, sweet kisses, sweetsie, sweet stuff
- Boss
boss-man/boss-lady, boss baby, hoss, soldier boy/ soldier girl, chief, sir, mam
- Boy wonder/ Gril wonder
Wonderful
- Buttercup
daisy, lily boo, sunflower 🌻, rosie 🌹, tulip 🌷
- Butterfly
dove 🕊, kitten 🐈 , kitty 🐱, puppy 🐶, penguin(g), hummingbird, goose, monkey 🐒, guinea pig, hamster 🐹, silly goose, teddy bear 🐻, tiger 🐯,
- Captain
- Cuddle-bug
cuddles, cuddle bear
- Cutie
cutie pie, cutenesses
- Darling
darlin’, darling o’ mine
- Dear
- Deliciousness
heat slayer, hot stuff, sexiness, sex god/ sex goddess, tasty, sexy mama
- Dimples
- Doll
doll face, tinker bell,
- Dummy
- Giggles
- Gorgeous
- Handsome
- Heartbreaker
- Huggy bear
- Laziness
sleepyhead, sleeping beauty
- Love
love bug, lover boy/lover girl, luv, lover (mockingly ofc)
- Mama
- Ms./Mr./Mrs.
Ms./Mr./Mrs. McDreamy, Ms./Mr./Mrs. McSteamy,
- Moonlight
shooting star 💫, starry boy🌟/starry girl🌟, sun beam, sunny, sunshine ☀️, superstar ☄️, starshine, sparkles ✨, twinkle ⚡️
- Munchkin
- Num Nums/ Noom Nooms
- PB&J
- Paradise
- Perfect
- Pinky
- Poopie/Poopsie
- Pretty thing
pretty boy/pretty girl, pretty princess, pretty ricky
- Princess
Ariel, Beauty and the Beast, Belle, Cinderella, Elsa, Pocahontas, Rapunzel, Snow White, Tiana,
- Shmoop
shmoopie, shmoopsie, shmoopsies, smoochie snookums, snuggles, snuggle bunny
- Smiles
smiley boy/ smiley girl, smiley face
- Sport/Old sport
- Superman/ Wonder Woman
- Teardrop
- Toots
tootsie, tootsie whoopsie,
- Treasure
- Winky dink
(Ok, I’ve had this in my drafts for months, and now I’m posting this for my little fruit loop, @mayliia, but if anyone wants to use these, feel free! 🤗💗)
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Of “Love” & Murder - (8/13)
CHAPTER TITLE: Intelligence is Lethal and Deadly
RATING: M
PAIRINGS: P. Sanders/V. Sanders (main/one-sided); R. Sanders/V. Sanders (former); V. Sanders/L. Sanders (former); V. Sanders/D. Sanders (former); Remy/E. Picani (side); T. Sanders/OMC (mentioned)
CHAPTER WARNINGS/KINKS: Murder, Arsenic Poisoning, mentions of Lying, mentions of a False Past, brief mention of Alcohol, minor Religious Allegory, introduction to Janus Sanders
CHAPTER SUMMARY: Logan tells Patton all about his death.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: And now, the death of Logan! Plus, we get the introduction to the last of Virgil’s spouses! :D Not a lot of triggers for this chapter, but it’s still a death chapter, so please take care of yourself if you decide to keep going! And in case anyone was wondering, Logan’s death was inspired by an Italian novel, and actual arsenic poisoned books that are currently housed in the University of Denmark. Have fun reading everyone! xx Virge
INSPIRATION: This post by @phantomofthesanderssides
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Patton’s heart dropped to his stomach. Like with hearing the method of Roman’s murder, his face grew pale and his hands started quaking. He could swear that his legs were also buckling and quaking underneath of himself.
“You—” he almost didn’t know what to say. “Y-You were poisoned?!”
“I hadn’t realized my sentence has fallen upon deaf ears,” Logan’s mouth twists into something almost cruel. “After hearing of Roman’s ultimate demise, I did not realize that hearing Virgil is capable of committing such horrific and murderous atrocities is still hard so conceive.”
Again, Logan didn’t have to be mean about it, but it’s true! Even after hearing Roman explain how he was murdered; Patton was still in some form of denial. He’s been seeing Virgil for over a month now, and he’s just now discovering the truth about him? It was like he was in a nightmare! And, in a way, he is; a nightmare where he isn’t sleeping, which seems to be much worse.
He didn’t have it in him to ask how, he didn’t even know if he could. Poisoning was poisoning, it was so linear that there is almost no need for an explanation. And yet, Logan was willing to give him one.
“It appeared to be a normal day for the two of us. We woke up together, made and had breakfast, then spent some time by ourselves— I was working on essays for journals and drafting a possible novel idea. Virgil isolated himself upstairs in his office doing whatever he tended to occupy himself with— but that didn’t mean we did not spend quality time together. We would have afternoon tea, then then dinner, and after that we would spend some time reading in the library before we would go to bed.”
“It was very unexpected,” the novelist’s frown grows deeper. “Virgil seemed…almost normal, as normal as a murderer can be. I failed to see him poisoning my possessions, I failed to any murderous paraphernalia in the manor, and most importantly, I failed to see the truth behind all the niceties. I failed to see how I had fallen into the trappings of evil.”
Patton’s heart sunk lower in his body. Logan’s fancy way of words almost made is seem crueler.
Xe continued on. “I was here in the library, simply enjoying my novel when he came in with a tray of drinks and snacks. Then he left and returned with a box for me, a box containing my favorite work by Agatha Christie. One could say that I was touched by what he had gifted me. I absorbed myself in the novel, but I slowly started to have an upset stomach. I drank my tea in hopes that would help me, but then an unbearable pain quickly took hold of my being. Sweet-sounding words were then cooed into my ear, but they didn’t hide any cruelty. And finally, blackness.”
…
Virgil shuffled about the kitchen, humming a tune under his breath as he finishes preparing drinks for himself and his new spouse Logan, French press coffee and green tea respectively. The kitchen still faintly smelled of the dinner they had just had together moments before, a dish that was a particular favorite of the novelist.
(Even though xe was going to die soon, he figured he would give xem the same treatment he did his first husband. Minus the whole drowning and choking, that is.)
He also got started on biscuits and cake for themselves, grabbing dishes of butter, marmalade, chocolate sauce, and jelly spreads— which was an unabashed weakness of Logan’s.
All that was needed was one more finishing touch.
He made his way upstairs and into his office. Sitting on his desk was a decorative box, but he wasn’t focused on that just yet. He rummaged through the drawers before finally finding what he was looking for.
It was a small bottle filled with a white powder.
Any normal person might confuse it with everyday things like flour or baking soda, but Virgil knew exactly what it was and what it was used for.
Smirking, he grabbed the bottle and the box before taking them back down to the kitchen.
He opens the bottle, making sure he doesn’t inhale any of the toxins, before dumping some into Logan’s tea. He quickly puts the bottle away before stirring the contents together so it would dissolve.
When it did, he finally carried the tray to the library where he knew his second partner would be.
Sure enough, Logan was reclining in one of the chairs closest to the fireplace. One hand was holding xyrs book securely so it wouldn’t fall out of xyrs lap, while the other was perched on xyrs chin. Xyrs dark blue eyes were looking at the text in deep fascination.
Virgil couldn’t help but peak down and look at the cover.
Cosmos by Carl Sagan.
He liked talking about stars and constellations and whatnot with Logan every now and again, but sometimes he would get annoyed because the novelist would drone on and on. He often wondered how xe was able to do that publicly, every single day and not annoy people. Then again, the panels and conferences they would attend (much to Virgil’s chagrin) would often have people that shared in xyrs interests.
In a way, xe almost reminded him of Roman, what with how he would talk about Disney and Broadway musicals all the time. The only difference was he didn’t hear singing constantly coming from the novelist’s mouth, if any for that matter.
(Such a minute thing almost made Virgil miss the late actor…almost.)
A soft clearing of his throat got Logan’s attention.
“Ah, Virgil,” Xe sits up a little straighter and closes his book, but not without putting a page-marker in it. “How are you this evening, my moonlight?”
Despite his dark motivations, Virgil couldn’t help the tiny blush and faint growl. Damn this nerd for saying something so simple yet making it affectionate at the same time!
He quickly recovered however. “Oh, I’m doing just fine, starshine.” He says as he sets the tray down on the table beside Logan. He moved closer and gave him a small pinch to the corner of his lips. (This was their special way of expressing love to each other since neither were very affectionate people). “Reading anything special?”
“Nothing that I already didn’t know about,” xe tells him, showing him the cover. “But it’s still an exciting read regardless.”
Virgil hummed. “Well, I’ve brought some tea and biscuits for us before bed. I even brought your favorite jellies because I know you can’t resist.” He snickered at the noise Logan made. “I’ll be right back, just have to get something else from the kitchen.”
“Alright.”
His devious smirk returned as he slipped out of the library and back into the kitchen where he left the box. He grabs it and returns to see Logan still preoccupied with his current book.
The wealthy man cleared his throat once more, signaling that he came back.
Logan looked up. “Oh, you’ve returned.” Xe noticed the box Virgil was holding. “What is that you’re holding?”
“Just a little something special for you,” he says with a sweet-looking smile. “Here. Open it.”
Setting down xyrs book and taking the box, Logan opens it and is surprised by what was inside.
“Is— Is this a copy of my favorite Agatha Christie novel?” xe asks in astonishment as xe pulls out the copy of The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. “I-I…I don’t even know what to say…”
“Maybe a thank you?” Virgil snickered.
Logan cleared xyrs throat, faintly blushing in embarrassment. “Y-Yes. Yes, I suppose— Uhm. Th-Thank you for this, Virgil. It is a very thoughtful gift coming from you.”
“Anything for my new spouse.” He gives him another pinch before taking his mug of coffee.
No more words were spoken between the two as they read from their respective novels. The only sounds made were the crackles of the fire and the occasional turn of a page.
Virgil couldn’t help but look to see how Logan was fairing. He watches with a hint of amusement as the novelist was more absorbed in this book than the last. He hadn’t even touched his tea yet!
Although he wanted to frown at that, he didn’t.
He knew better.
The time will come eventually.
What he did notice was that Logan read (or maybe skimmed?) the pages then lick at xyr fingers before flipping to the next one.
Virgil hid his victorious smile within his mug. He sprinkled the corners with that exact same powder he dumped into the tea, so at least xe were ingesting it. But it wasn’t enough to garner a true reaction out of xem just yet.
He goes back to his book, but still looked up at his spouse every now and again.
Things started to get interesting sometime after.
Logan let out a quiet grunt, which wouldn’t be a big deal had it not been for what Virgil had done to the book and tea. He watches as the novelist tries to play it off.
“You okay there, starshine? Got a headache or something?” He feigned concern, watching his second victim for any tell-tale signs that the poison was slowly taking effect. He then sees xem drinking xyr tea, hoping that would help ease his pains.
That only made things worse, however.
Logan began to cough, and again, it wouldn’t be something to worry about had it not been for the blood that appeared on his hand.
“Are you sure you’re alright, L? That was a pretty hard cough.” Virgil continued to fake his concerns.
Logan coughed again, waving him off. Xyr hands started to shake as xe brought xyr cup to xyr lips. “Y-Yes,” xe reassures. “I-I’m alright, Virgil.”
Xe think xyr fine. How adorable. Virgil had done his research; it takes about a half an hour for an eighth of a teaspoon to kill someone. He put in a little more than that, just for good measure.
Virgil kept staring at his spouse, watching every little thing that went on. It was intriguing, if he were to be honest.
Preoccupied with his dark thoughts, he didn’t realize Logan’s eye roll into the back of xyr head, and only became aware of his surroundings when he heard the thud of his spouse hitting the floor, a book falling right beside xyr body, and xyr glasses flying of xyr face.
With a smirk, the widower slid down to the floor, holding Logan’s head in his lap. He pets xyr hair, the very thing he remembered the novelist doing to him when he (pretended to) have anxiety and panic attacks. All the while he whispered quietly, knowing Logan would hear but wouldn’t respond to.
“Oh, Logan. My brilliant but naïve starshine. I think I forgot to tell you something. There might have been a little…surprise in both your tea and your book. Yep, a surprise. What was it, you might be asking? Well, if you hadn’t already deduced it— and I doubt you have— it was a bit of arsenic that I keep in my medicine cabinet.”
He chucked sinisterly while Logan seized in his arms, all the while, petting xem like xe were some sort of sick puppy.
“How does it feel, Mx. Oxford? To know that your death was caused by the two things that had meant the absolute world to you?”
Logan jerked violently, foam starting to slip past xyr lips. Virgil laughed.
“The minute I heard you come into my old bookstore, it seemed like a sense irony was on my side. And you were such an easy target too! All I had to do was debate with you, butter your ego up with flattery and you followed me like a schoolboy getting praise from a teacher.”
Virgil’s smirk grew wider, almost to where he was smiling.
“Too bad it wasn’t gonna last. Like I did with Roman— you’ve heard about him, haven’t you? The Scarlet Rose from my first marriage? — I had to get rid of you eventually. And now, I am.”
Logan’s body jerked violently again, foam now pouring out of xyr mouth and down xyr chin. Xe kept coughing, blood turning the foam pink and red in places where blood clots came out.
“Now, just sleep, Logan. Sleep and dream of those oh so wonderful constellations you kept ranting about to me~”
Suddenly, after Virgil’s last coo, the novelist stilled. The blood and foam slowly stopped leaking out of xyr mouth, but xe already drench the now two-time widower’s hands in red.
Virgil fished cleansing wipes out of his pocket and cleaned his hands as best he could. He knew he would have to get the peroxide out later. Right now? He was going to finish reading his book.
Allowing Logan’s head to thump to the carpet underneath, he stood up and simply sat back down in his leather chair, acting as if nothing had happened.
He flipped the page and chuckled at the short story he turned to.
Edgar Allan Poe’s “Murders in the Rue Morgue.”
Devilishly ironic.
Name: Logan Oxford
November 03, 1954 - April 18, 1978
Cause of Death: Arsenic Poisoning Accidental Suicide
…
Patton felt tears burning his eyes once more as Logan finished his recollection. The novelist looked down at the floor, xyr hands were behind xyr back so the confectioner couldn’t see how they were shaking in slight rage.
He didn’t know what to say, he couldn’t say anything. All he did was sniffle and wipe his tears.
“I was stupid to play it off as nothing,” Logan says, a cold anger slowly seeping into xyr voice. “I should’ve recognized the symptoms of arsenic poisoning.” Xe huffed something akin to a laugh. “It’s indescribable…watching your spouse place your head in his lap and pretend to comfort you in such a sickening way. All the while telling you it was his intention to kill you.”
First with Roman, and now Logan?… He still can’t imagine it, it all sounded so horrible.
Suddenly, something that the novelist said resurfaced in his mind.
“Wait,” he says with a small crack in his voice. “Did you say…Virgil worked in that bookstore?!”
Logan nodded. “That’s what I hypothesized from his words. He didn’t seem all that comfortable with being there the first time we had met, last I recall.” Xe tell him. “While it is not a lot of evidence, there is no way he wouldn’t say that to me— as I was dying, mind you— if it wasn’t anything but the truth.”
All of this was changing everything for Patton.
Virgil originally worked in a bookstore? He lied to him from the first moment they met? His heart was slowly breaking. If this was just one thing Virgil lied about, then how many more lies did he tell him? And, most importantly, how many of them did he fall for?
“I’m not one to beg,” the novelist tells him. Xe looked at him with a small hint of desperation in xyr dark blue eyes. “But you must leave this place at once, Patton. We are warning you because we do not want another person to fall prey to Virgil’s inhumanity.”
Patton was surprised by how tiny his voice became.
“Logan—”
“I’ll have you know that we are not saying this to scare you,” Logan’s eyes sharpened, causing the confectioner to coil back in surprise. “We all have been flattered by his smooth praises, compliments, and other methods of blandishment. He made us feel good, made us feel more appreciated than how we were before we fell into his hands.”
The novelist’s shoulders slumped and now xe were looking at him tiredly. Xe were tired. Tired of all the emotions xe had suppressed while xe were alive. Now, they were finally breaching up to the surface.
“Listen to me, Patton. There is much more to your life than just having Virgil in it. You have accomplished so much before you met him, and you will be able to gain so much more if you leave.” Xe explain. “Love makes people do extremely irrational things. It makes them pull stupid actions, and this, is one of them. So please, heed our warning and escape this manor. Escape Virgil.”
“…I promise.” Patton says in a whisper, another one that had a lie burning underneath it.
Feeling satisfied, Logan nods and fades away. The fireplace flickers out the second xe vanished.
Two stories down and only one remains.
With a sigh, Patton leaves the library with a gentle shut of the doors (or as gentle as double-doors can close). He curled forward as he rested against them.
His mind was swimming with emotions, primarily those on the negative end of the spectrum. And despite the deep (very deep) desire to run and never look back, he still didn’t have it within him to do that just yet. He needed to know who the one in the suit was, what role did they play as Virgil’s last husband (or spouse), and how did the two-time widower destroy him too.
So, Patton forced himself to straighten up and made his way to the back of the manor.
Light shined from the glass door of the conservatory, sending him a small amount of comfort as he stopped in front of the walnut door. He looked up and down it, observing the serpentine engravings marked on it. Then, his gaze settled on the cobra-looking door handle.
After inhaling and exhaling a deep breath, he inserts the key and moved his wrist. It finally clicked open after a few minutes of jimmying with it. Feeling emboldened, he pulls the door back and walks inside.
It was an office, he realizes. A simple, yet fancy looking office.
The carpeted floor was a dark green as opposed to the dark blue ones in the library, and instead of silver embroidery, it was detailed in gold. The desk was mahogany wood and in front of it, were two black leathered seats.
A file cabinet rested against the wall right of the desk, and a glass tank (maybe for fish? reptiles?) rested left of it. A bar was to the left of the door, no alcohol was stocked on the shelves, aside from a crystal platter holding cups for vials of stock and whisky.
Behind the desk was a beautiful, ornate glass window that shined moonlight thanks to the parted dark green and gold curtains. Photographs hung in various places on the walls, many of them were newspaper headlines — headlines of famous court cases, many of them won.
Patton closes the door.
“My, my.” A deep, silky voice rings in the air. “It amazes me how an innocent little lamb continues to wander far from the comforts of Eden.” The confectioner shivers at the sound. “But I wouldn’t want to be a lost sheep forever. One must return to God soon, or he shall be slaughtered by the wicked Devil himself.”
Patton looks around to see where the voice was coming from, but he couldn’t find anyone. Then the leather chair slowly swivels around to face him.
The person sitting in it? Was the one in the third portrait.
The one in the suit.
“I’ve been expecting you, Mr. Hart.”
#Sanders Sides#Patton Sanders#Logan Sanders#Virgil Sanders#Janus Sanders#Moxiety#Analogical#Anxceit#death tw#blood tw#poison tw#Of Love & Murder
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The Lights in the Sky Will Never Compare to the Light in my Heart That Burns for You 12 Days of Logince Extra New Years Special!
Word Count: 578
TW: fireworks, logan has sensory issues and wears headphones to prevent sensory overload
Notes: This is the real last one! Its set on new years eve and its mostly just sappy cute so I hope you enjoy the conclusion of the 12 days of logince!!!
Pairings: Logince
Summary: “starshine darling its an hour til midnight.” Logan may not enjoy new years, but his boyfriend and all his other friends help to make a difficult holiday fun.
“starshine darling its an hour til midnight. You should get up and get your headphones ready, I know you hate the noise and me pat and rem are still bad at toning it down for you. Cam and vee have a little fort built if you wanna join them”
Logan had a love hate relationship with new years. He couldn’t stand the noise, or the parties and the idea of a new year is simply preposterous. He’d been likened to a pet for this, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed at a reasonable time and sleep. Roman had helped him find ways to tolerate the event at least. He found that if he could nap up until an hour before midnight and wear noise cancelling headphones, he could watch the fireworks without getting overwhelmed. It was also helpful that the others knew sign language, so he could still converse. He finally stirred from his cocoon in the living room. He put on his glasses and took in his surroundings. He saw the fort Roman had mentioned, Virgil laying on cams back and getting yelled at, and in front of them they had small glasses of cider. Roman was absconding to the balcony of their dorm where Patton and Remy stood holding their own cups of cider, as well as Roman’s. He saw the bottle sitting half empty on the kitchen counter with a cup next to it as well as his set of headphones.
He stood up and stretched, straightening his clothes, a thin Ravenclaw sweater with a matching cloak on top and black sweat pants, before walking over. He placed the headphones on his head, quickly connecting his phone to it so he could listen to calming lo-fi, then set his phone back in his pocket and poured himself a glass of cider. He walked over to Roman, curling himself in his side, humming quietly when Roman wrapped his arms around him.
By the time it was a minute til, virgil and cam had joined them on the balcony and were excitedly watching the countdown. Roman had tightened his hold on him making Logan feel warm and protected.
10 seconds and though he couldn’t hear them, he could see their jumping and wide smiles as they stared at the clear sky. He may not have heard them, but he felt the deep rumbling vibrations in Roman’s chest as he tucked himself as close as possible to preserve his heat. One second til, and they held out their glasses for a toast. At midnight the 6 downed their drinks and started cheering. They 6 gathered in a hug and though he couldn’t hear, he could feel their thunderous laughs. Though he couldn’t hear, he could see the gorgeous lights that painted the night sky bright colors or red and gold, the colors of his life partner. And though he never loved this holiday, and though he couldn’t hear, he felt a smile paint across his features as he kissed his prince. He didn’t need to hear to know that the love and happiness he felt in that moment wasn’t for the holiday, but for the people he spent it with. And he would never trade that feeling for anything in the universe. He already had his universe and it stood in front of him bundled in bright colors with a smile brighter than any sun on his face. This is what the holidays were for.
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I hope you all enjoyed this series as much as I enjoyed writing it!!!
Thank you for reading I will see you later ladies lords and nonbinary royalty!!!
#logince#logan sanders#roman sanders#new years fireworks#my writing#my fanfiction#college au#12 days of logince#extra day#new years
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