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Falling like the stars✨

Pairing: Alive! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

Summary: Luke and Y/N never got to be a thing. Whatever they had ended abruptly when she settled on someone with far more status than the aspiring guitarist. Months later, now single, Luke entangles her in a scheme to make Sunset Curve more popular. The only thing she needs to do is fake date him for 2 weeks.

Songs used: Holy Ground by Taylor Swift, Loved You First by One Direction and Falling Like The Stars by James Arthur.

High school is a world by itself. It has its own system and everyone moves through it. It is something that although it is not discussed, everyone knows. Including the three members of Sunset Curve, who are lying in the yard trying to find a solution to their latest problem.

"We need more people to support our music. If we can't get this little school to support us, how are we going to fill clubs or sign with a label?” Reggie wonders aloud to himself, no matter how hard they try, they can't get the Los Feliz student body to listen to their band.

“We should have thought about it before, Reg. Now we're just the problem kids who most likely won't finish school. Why would they come to see us at those seedy little clubs when they can go show off at football games.” Luke stands up suddenly after Alex words, one of those huge smiles that comes out when he has a really bad idea on his face.

“Well it seems that the solution is easy, boys. We have to make them see us on the same level as those jocks.”

“Oh yeah, and how are we going to do that, genius?” Alex fiddles with his hands as he rests his head on Reggie, both tired of not being able to come even close to fulfilling their dream.

Luke points to the nearest post, on which there are at least 5 posters to support the homecoming king and queen.

“Really? Do you think someone would vote for you? Before all those star athletes who also have a cheerleader to back them up? You basically have just us and I don't think I can do one of those tricks.”

“We’ll think of something. Winning that stupid thing would put us directly in the top of the pyramid. We’ll find a way, we always do.” Before anyone can respond, some screaming and commotion can be heard.

“Savannah is accusing Y/N to mess with her man! Run, they are in the hall!" students mention as they start running to watch the discussion.

“Oh god, Y/N. I’ll better go and see if I can help her somehow.” Alex gets up and Reggie begins to follow him, but not before turning to make sure Luke is following too. The guitarist makes an irritated face but ends up walking behind his friends.

From the moment they enter the main hall they can hear the screeches of probably the most popular girl in school, Savannah Miller. One of those typical unbearable girls who for some reason always reach the top of the elite in schools despite treating everyone badly.

Y/N Y/L is on the other side of the discussion, she looks calm and even bored. The first thing Luke digests from Savannah's words is that she thinks Y/N was making out with her idiot of a boyfriend during third period. What's interesting about the situation is that Diego cheated on Y/N with Savannah maybe a week and a half ago and had been dating her ever since.

But that's not Y/N's style, no matter how angry she is.

Luke knows her well enough, or so he wants to believe. She was always good friends with Alex and Reggie, and her relationship with them remained strong over the years despite how unstable and fleeting her relationship with the guitarist was.

He's never going to admit how deeply he felt for her. How much it screwed him up that just when he finally began to believe they could be something else, she completely walked away from his life so she could date the man that would end up cheating on her just because he looked more promising at the time. Rich, popular, the quarterback of the football team, the ‘perfect guy’ she said to the boys.

But hey, that's past.

Luke looks up to meet Y/N's eyes on him. In the moment she realizes she was caught, she sneakily turns to Alex, who is just inches from the guitarist and smiles at him.

“Are you actually smiling? You think this is funny?” The girl looks furious, but she's smart enough not to make this a battle of strength.

“I already told you, Savannah. It wasn’t me.”

“I can count, Y/N. Neither you nor Diego were in class."

And that’s when it hits him. The possibility of getting to the top of the pyramid in front of him. Because maybe Y/N is not the most popular, but it is undoubtedly one of the most loved by everyone. Intelligent, caring, beautiful, talented. And she certainly has the status after dating Diego Hernandez for one semester. No one had managed more than 3 months with him and the guitarist thinks that was a good sign that that idiot is not a good idea but well, it wasn’t his choice.

Luke begins to walk towards the center of the circle, Alex tries to stop him but cannot catch his arm in time. Both girls turn to see him surprised, but neither says anything.

"You can go find culprits elsewhere, Y/N was busy with me at the time. You can ask whoever you want and they'll tell you that I wasn't in class during third period either."

Of course, he wasn't there because the trio got into Reggie's old truck to get some hotdogs but no one has to know that.

His hand goes to take her firmly by the hip, just like all those nights that now only remain as memories. He is looking at every inch of her face, searching for her reaction, and is surprised by the naturalness with which the girl accepts the gesture. As if his hand belongs there. And maybe, just maybe, it does.

“Do you really want me to believe this?” Savannah asks, clearly annoyed.

“Y/N and Patterson? There’s just no way in hell. C’mon babe, he’s just pathetic, you could do better.” Diego says out loud as he approaches the scene in the middle of Y/N and Savannah.

There's something about the disgruntled way they both said it that makes Luke want to prove that a girl like her could want him. He doesn’t know how to distinguish if it is pride or insecurity but at the moment he is not interested.

He's barely going to open his mouth to defend himself when Y/N starts talking. "No. You can speak as badly as you want of me but you're not going to bring Luke into this."

Luke lets go of her so he can step back a few inches and see her from a better angle. She’s definitely not calm anymore. Her face looks altered and she is undoubtedly in protective mode. She turns to see him when she feels his hand leave her body but he offers her his hand and she intertwines it between her fingers without hesitation. At this rate she is taking control of the situation so he is going to let her continue and try to achieve his goal along the way.

“I know you need a partner to have any hope of winning the crown, but choosing Patterson is a desperate move.”

And that’s his cue. "If my baby wants that crown I will get it for her. It's that easy.”

“What? I do-” At that moment Luke panics and pulls her by the hand that they have intertwined and with the other holds her face while bringing their lips together. When he reacts to what he is doing he is afraid that Y/N will push him in front of everyone but to his surprise she kisses him back instantly, releasing his hand to bring him closer to the neck.

The kiss is passionate and almost desperate, but it only lasts a few seconds since a voice brings them back.

"This feels like deja vu." Reggie whispers to Alex, they both walked during the discussion towards the circle and are so close that Luke and Y/N heard him clearly.

“Well, we already clarified that she was not with your boyfriend so, I’ll take my girl. It was a pleasure, we should repeat this another day... said no one ever." Luke takes her hand and leads her to the nearest empty living room, Reggie and Alex locking the door behind him.

“What the hell was that crown bullshit? Why did you even cover for me? What are you up to? At least tell me is fun... or that includes you shirtless.” She jokes, a cheeky smile spreads in Luke’s face.

“I need a favor and thought you’ll appreciate an alibi.” She raises her eyebrow in reflex.

“Why would I help you, Lucas?” Luke can only think of how she makes a name as simple and boring as Lucas sound so sexy when she says it. Is incredible.

“Cut the act, beautiful. We both know you've never been able to resist me.” Y/N laughs amused at the boy’s sassiness. She won't admit it but she missed his eyes on her. She missed the way he uses that cocky stupid voice that melts her when he wants something. How he gets closer with each sentence, or his lips on her mouth.

Before she can counter attack, Alex stands in front of the guitarist raising his hands. “I know he’s an idiot, but we really need your help, Y/N. If we want Sunset Curve to gain popularity we have to start here, and this is our last year. Gaining popularity among the elite of the school would help us a lot.”

“We are getting desparate.” Reggie adds, a sad smile on his face.

“And pretending I made out with Luke in third period and getting to be homecoming dance queen and king helps you... why?”

“That crown is literally a test of popularity and status. It would put Luke on the same level as the popular kids like Savannah and Diego. People would be more interested in Sunset Curve after that. For now, for them we are only three good for nothing that one day will not appear around here again. You heard yourself that those two didn't think Luke was good enough."

Her face flushes with anger as soon as she remembers the contemptuous tone of voice they used to refer to Luke. If they hadn't been in the middle of the hall, she probably would have said a lot more than she did. That single comment is enough to make her decide, so without thinking Y/N asks “What do you need me to do?”

“Just play perfect couple with Luke until homecoming dance. Then you are queen and king, Sunset Curve gets the fans we deserve, you get to laugh at Savannah’s face and you can separate next day if you want to.”

“I’m not sure If someone is going to believe it.” She blurts out loud as she glances at the guitarist.

“Oh please, you know each others mouth better than your own names.” Reggie says without thinking, Luke snorted with laughter and Y/N blushes like crazy.

“Yeah, and you used to spend a lot of time together too, two weeks shouldn’t be that hard.” Alex tries to recover the seriousness of the situation to close the deal.

“Okay then. If I can help Sunset Curve and get that smirk of superiority off Savannah's face then sounds good to me. Are you willing to date me, Patterson?”

Their eyes meet again and without a sign of hesitation her now officially boyfriend for the next two weeks, answers.

“Beautiful, you have no idea.”

There is something about relationships that never get to happen that make the heart weigh more, that nostalgia to be stronger, the person more difficult to forget. Luke can't help but remember during the last periods of the day just how good it felt to taste the girl's lips again. Feelings of desire, of familiarity, of belonging. All colliding and going deep into his bones.

He decided a long time ago he didn't do relationships, but if he did, it would have been with her. He was willing to break that rule for her, but she had the final decision and it wasn't him. He accidentally put himself in the perfect situation though. All those what if’s will finally have an answer.

For two weeks he can test what it would have been if Y/N Y/L had chosen him. And when he finally tries the experience he will be free. Free from all the what if’s, free from her, from her memory. And there's also the part of how much the band will benefit. The main objective of doing this, obviously.

The last hour is finally over and Luke sped off toward Reggie's truck. In front of it is Alex already waiting and he can see Reggie and Y/N also walking in the same direction. The four of them regroup and Y/N starts to discuss game plan.

“If we are going to do this, we are going to do it well. There will be a party at Finch's house this Saturday and the three of you are coming with me."

The three members of Sunset Curve make an annoyed face at the words of their friend. "That's exactly why no one supports you. You think you are too cool to hang out with the people but then you want everyone to happily buy your shirts and listen to your music."

“She has a point there.” Alex agrees, and puts his arm around her shoulder.

“Okay, let’s do this. If you all come with me, we can leave early and crash one of those places you usually play. Maybe even have some people of the party to come with us and hear you rock the shit out of that place.” All three smile with bright eyes In response.

“You got yourself a deal, pretty lady.” Reggie says in a flirting tone and winks at her. Luke gives him a light punch on the arm.

"I'll see you on Saturday in my house then, at nine. Goodbye boys." She winks at Luke and walks over to her car, making sure to do a perfect walk because she knows pretty well that the guitarist isn't going to stop watching her until she pulls out of the parking lot.

Luke gives her a perfect smile one last time before Y/N leaves school. These two weeks are going to be weird.

The four members of the band are in the truck, Bobby decided to get out of school recently but a party and a gig sounds like a rad Saturday. Luke gets out and walks to the door to wait for Y/N to come out. When she finally comes down he feels like all the air is coming out of his lungs.

She's wearing the black Sunset Curve t-shirt that he forgot one of the many times he climbed up to the second floor of the house to see her. A short black skirt and one of his red flannels that he probably left there several months ago as well. Black fishnets stockings which he can't help but imagine ripping out with his teeth, her lips in that tone of red that drives him crazy, and her classic black boots that he hadn't seen since she started dating the cheating idiot.

“Genius huh? Is there anything that says more ‘Luke Patterson’s property’ than this? I don’t think so." She smiles proudly and blushes when she notices Luke's gaze locked on her legs. Fishnets may have been included in the outfit due to a certain weakness that the musician has towards them.

The hair that the guitarist is used to seeing in a perfect bun lately, is now loose and tousled. As rebellious as the day he met her, moving in harmonious tune to the rhythm of Now or Never.

Luke reaches out to to entwine his hand in her hair and whispers slowly into her ear “You look... fucking hell, you are not playing fair, baby.” Lightly biting her lobe when he’s done speaking.

They both linger in a trance for a few seconds, considering whether they should just walk in and lock the door. But before they can decide, the boys that already know this story pretty well and are sick of waiting for them while they flirt, get out of the truck. Reggie carries Y/N like a sack of potatoes and between Bobby and Alex take Luke by the arms, putting them in the vehicle so they can finally get to the lame party and then, the gig.

When they finally arrive, the eyes of almost all the girls go to the members of the band, who are definitely dressed for the occasion. Y/N can't help but notice how most of the cheerleaders wink at her boyfriend. Yeah, it’s not real and will last two weeks, but for now she justs wants to forget that part and enjoy the feeling of him being hers.

So she makes a small, harmless gesture to mark territory and puts her hand in the guitarist's back pocket.

Luke turns to see her, an amused smirk on his face. “Jealousy looks so hot on you, I wouldn't mind if you marked my lips with that red lipstick too."

That statement resonates in Y/N’s head. All the times Diego refused to kiss her so as not to stain himself and even forbade her to use that lipstick that for her was part of her brand returning to her head. Followed quickly by every night Luke came down after finishing playing and instantly attacked her lips with his, caring for nothing more than the feel of their tongues fighting for control.

“Not jealousy, just a quick reminder to everyone. You are all mine tonight.” She puts a little more pressure on the hand in his pocket and stands on her tiptoes to kiss the corner of his lips.

“Dance with me?” She asks innocently while giving him a flirtatious smile.

“With you, always beautiful.” He smiles back, winking charmingly.

His hands find hers and she begins to dance and jump gracefully to the rhythm of the music as he spins her around, both singing the lyrics to each other with unmatched energy, happy to be together.

“Tonight I'm gonna dance, for all that we've been through.” She sings with a determined voice, taking the musician by the hair and bringing their faces closer.

“But I don't wanna dance, If I'm not dancing with you.” Luke returns the verse with the same passion, just inches separating their lips. His beautiful and trained voice tends to sound like a more country vibe when he gets carried away and especially in more pop melodies like this, and honestly drives her crazy.

The fact that the rocker at heart gave in to listen to other genres for her and even remembered the lyrics was enough to melt her heart. The last time she was able to let herself go and sing at the top of her lungs like this was with him, listening to a mix of their favorite songs in his car while going for their favorite icecream. Whatever they had was a lot more deeper than what they are willing to admit.

“Did we really just see Luke sing and dance to a pop-country song?” Reggie asks the band, Alex and Bobby behind him laughing at the guitarist who blushes and kisses his date's forehead. “I am not going to discuss this. I'll go get us something to drink." He winks at her and dissapears into the crowd.

“I’ll go too, be right back.” Bobby announces leaving Y/N with Alex and Reggie, who smirk at her.

“It seems that pretending is easier than you thought.” Alex can't stop smiling, Reggie playfully itches the girl's ribs who grins from ear to ear.

"Everything always fits when I'm with him. I ruined my chance. I'm totally aware, and I'm not expecting anything from him, because I honestly don't deserve it. But I plan to enjoy every second of these two weeks that came from heaven to the fullest.”

“You should explain hi-” Before Reggie can finish speaking, Diego appears behind Y/N and tries to forcefully pull her by the arm.

The guys manage to react quickly and release her arm while stepping in front of her. But right away his teammates get behind him.

“Save yourselves the pain, she is going with me.” Diego says confidently, his face showing arrogance.

“Guys, ple-” She tries to stop them from getting hurt, but both step a little forward, determined to protect her no matter the cost.

“You are not taking her, Diego. But you are more than welcome to try.” Alex's voice sounds cool and calm, but Y/N can see how much his hands are shaking and her heart hurts at the sight.

They are all so into their own business that nobody notices the guitarist's return until his lips collide with his girl, who is surprised for a few seconds but immediately recognizes him and gives him space for his tongue to taste her mouth.

They both lose themselves in the kiss for a few seconds longer than necessary and then slowly separate. Y/N grinning from ear to ear as she tries to wipe some of her lipstick off Luke's mouth. He just smirks, as happy as ever.

"Sorry guys, do you need something?" He plays the innocent card. After that kiss, most of the people at the party are watching the scene, so Diego, who looks furious, chooses to leave without saying anything. Right away they can hear a long restrained breath from Reggie and Alex.

“You are a cocky genius, I'm not sure we could have won that one.”

“I’m not sure? Did you seriously think we had a chance?” Alex asks, clearly anxious after what had just happened.

Y/N stands in front of them and throws herself into their arms, whispering how many thanks she can say in a row. They return the hug and begin to relax in each others arms. Bobby and Luke join in the hug, and Luke whispers his own thanks to his friends.

The band decides that it’s time to go and to their surprise, when they let people know that they are going to play at a small club in the center of the city, some decide to follow them. On the way, Y/N spends her time wiping her lipstick off Luke’s face with some wipes she had in her bag, struggling not to press her lips against his every time he made her an adorable grimace or a flirtatious smile.

“You know the drill, beautiful.” Luke turns to see her directly in the eyes, concern on his face just like every time before.

“Front row, not a second out of your sight, so if I need something better wait for you guys to finish performing to get it. Better safe than sorry." She recites, proud to remember every word.

“Thank you, baby.” He smiles a little more calmly, gives her a light kiss on the cheek and starts to help take out the instruments.

They are only doing a few songs from their repertoire, but the energy they transmit drives everyone in the little club crazy. The Sunset Curve members look at a Luke they haven't seen in a long time. The energy and passion in his voice dedicated entirely to the little woman in the front row who sings with all her strength every word and melody, imitating Luke's guitar solos or Alex's drums with her arms.

The 15 students who decided to attend are close to Y/N, trying to get her attention from time to time but nothing can take her eyes off her friends. Not even she knew how much she had missed seeing them play. The look of maximum happiness on their faces.

The last song is one that the little club seems quite familiar with, but she had never heard it before. So it must have been written in the last six months.

“Had my chances, could've been where he is standing.

That's what hurts the most, girl, I came so close

But now you'll never know. Baby, I loved you first.”

The lyrics leave her breathless. Luke, who had made contact with her practically all night, now seems to avoid her eyes like a plague. She definitely has to ask Alex about this song before getting any ideas.

The four bow and get off the stage, Luke launches immediately for Y/N, some of the girls try to get his attention and even try to grab him by the arm or waist but he remains firm until his hands meet his girl's hip.

“What do you think?” Luke's fingers shaking in the grip on her waist tell her he's nervous. The fact that her opinion of them matters so much to him that it makes him feel insecure makes her heart skip a beat.

“It was amazing as always, rockstar.” A huge smile appears on the guitarist's face, who gently takes her face with his hands and kisses her nose. After all, he has to remember that they are only pretending to date and for now he has no good reason to push his lips against hers. It doesn't matter how much he needs her.

The way home is uneventful, Y/N sleeping in Luke's arms while Alex puts the guitarist's red flannel over her.

“Will they ever stop pretending they're ridiculously in love with each other?” Bobby asks Reggie as he turns his head to see the couple.

“They are both stubborn and allergic to real feelings. Especially love. They are so terrified that they have to sabotage themselves somehow.” Alex answers for Reggie who just nods without taking his eyes off the road.

"Do you really have to talk like I'm not here?" Luke asks, resting his chin delicately on the head of the woman in his arms.

Tonight felt unreal. Felt practically like one of the many dreams he has had with the girl throughout these months. Seeing her in his clothes was enough to make the night special, but without a doubt dancing in her arms, savoring every inch of her mouth and seeing her energetically sing each of his songs to end the night with her in his arms is just perfect. Reggie parks at Y/N’s after dropping Alex and Bobby, and as Luke decides how to get her to bed without waking her she sinks deeper into his chest.

"Carry me to the door hotstuff, I like to be in your sexy arms." Luke lets out a cheeky laugh in surprise, another laugh coming from Reggie.

“She’s so asleep, I can’t. Adorable though.” Luke agrees and takes her bag before walking down with her in his arms and carrying her effortlessly to the door.

“Thank you for tonight. I didn’t think I could ever feel this happy and complete again.” She murmurs in his ear before giving him a sweet peck in the lips and enter the house.

What the two of them took from tonight is that indisputably, they are both still head over heels for each other. But it was like that the first time and it just wasn't enough.

Days go by with the couple being the school's favorite gossip. People talking in the hallways about the special way Luke looks at his girlfriend, comparisons about the dry way Y/N used to be with Diego compared to how she is with the guitarist, always touching him somehow and spending all the time with him as possible, visibly much happier. Some also talking about how good the band sounds and wondering why they hadn't heard it before. Everything going according to plan.

On Thursday afternoon, Luke arranged to pick her up for the two of them to find him something formal enough for the dance. When Y/N opened the door she met his beautiful greenish hazel eyes, and swears that for a second she forgot how to breathe.

She knows this scene. He smiles sweetly at her, takes her hand and opens the door of the car for her. Multiple interesting memories inside this car coming back to her mind. His firm hands on her legs, his tongue testing her mouth, his hot moans after biting his lower lip...

“Beautiful? Whatcha thinking?” Luke's voice brings her back to the present, his hand goes directly to her thigh as all that many midnight drives and without saying anything he plays the girl's favorite album.

That’s it. If she wants a chance with him, she needs to make this right. “I- We really need to talk.” Hearing the tone of her voice, Luke senses what is coming. He was here before. So he turns off the car that hadn't even started to move yet and turns to look at her.

"I know we've been putting it off, but we have to talk about how it all ended, I-"

Luke interrupts her before she can finish, his voice sounds broken, sad, angry. "I really don't want to talk about how you preferred an idiot for whom you don't feel the remotest thing just because he'll get a football scholarship and this perfect future.”

She spends a few seconds processing his words. Did he really say what she thinks he said? "It wasn't like that, Luke."

"I know it looks like I can't compete with him, but I would have done anything for you. And I thought you knew that.”

She doesn't know what to do or say. She was so unconscious, so selfish, so heartless, that she didn't even think about how he could have understood the situation. In how much he must have suffered these months watching her with Diego, believing he wasn’t good enough. Believing that she chose someone who wasn’t him, because he wasn’t good enough.

He stays quiet, examining the girl who seems about to cling to tears. The anger evaporates instantly and he leans into her seat to wrap his arms tightly around her. She starts sobbing, but seems determined to talk.

“R- Remember the night we met? It was the first Sunset Curve presentation. I had just entered the little club, but your voice dragged me to the front row like a magnet. And when I was finally in front of the stage, I knew it. It was you. The butterflies that everyone talks about for the first time in my stomach. I knew I could never feel again something even close to what I was feeling at that moment.

I got carried away in your voice, dancing to the rhythm of the melody and recording every sound in my head. And when I opened my eyes again, yours were staring at me. And I understood that you felt it too. It was me, and you knew it. It was so natural, powerful, magnetic, deep. I loved you since the first day, Luke. How is that not going to scare me?

When the feelings started to get so strong they burned, I knew I had to run. You always made it very clear that relationships were not your thing, I could not continue to wait for something that from the beginning you made it clear you could not give.

Then Diego arrived at the right time to give me an exit, and I took it. I knew he just wanted to have me around to raise his good boy status, and feeling nothing was safer than feeling too much. So I lied. I lied to you, to me, to everyone. And I’m sorry, but I was so scared. I was a coward who should have done things differently.”

When she finally finishes pulling out what she's been saving for months, she pulls away from Luke to see his face. His eyes look crystal clear, his cheeks red. But his beautiful white smile lights up his face.

"Next time you love me so much that you can't bear it, let me know, please? I can step on your foot or sneeze in your face. I was literally going to ask you to be my girlfriend that weekend. I even wrote you a song."

“You were? The one you sang the other night?”

“Okay, I wrote you a lot of songs. Maybe too many. But the one I'm talking about is different. Maybe I'll let you listen to it one day. If you stick around long enough this time.”

She smirks and kiss him lightly on the lips, enjoying the feeling of being able to. He knows he reacted way too chill. But he also understands her feelings. What is the point of reproaching her for something they can no longer change? A bad decision made by a love so immense that it left her blind. He is simply not willing to waste any more time. They are finally going to do things right. Neither of them is going to self-sabotage it this time, and since he doesn't trust it, he'll put Alex and Reggie in charge to make sure.

The night of the dance arrives. Y/N is wearing a beautiful black dress and her classic red lips. Luke tried his best to look fancy and he's wearing a pretty cool suit but in a sleeveless version. His still fake girlfriend couldn't stop smiling when she saw him. Just perfect.

Dancing in his arms, letting him go only once in a while to dance with the other three members of Sunset Curve made the night amazing. The rest of these two weeks they spent it talking, laughing... making out. Enjoying the most of the time they lost. Even completely forgetting why they were faking it in the first place, until they ask the candidates to take the stage.

"And your king are queen are... Y/N Y/L and Diego Hernandez!"

They all turn to see Luke in shock. Just hearing their names together is enough to make him frustrated, but there's not much he can do right now. And that's when he remembers what he asked the boys to play for the king and queen's first dance. Great, now dance they’ll dance to his song together. Just his damn luck. He sabotaged himself again without imagining it.

They are crowned and Diego offers her his hand, not without first throwing a face of superiority to the guitarist. She walks but continues straight until she is in front of her lover.

Luke looks at her strangely, she smiles at him.

“But I don't wanna dance, If I'm not dancing with you. Remember?” She sings happily in his ear, and offers her hand.

“Dance with me?” He looks at her adoringly and takes her hand.

“Always, beautiful.”

They walk to the center of the floor, Alex begins to sing the first verse. Y/N rests her head on Luke's chest, her hands around his neck, as he presses her against him by the hip, wrapping her in his arms. His head bent to sing the song in her ear.

“I swear to God, I can see... you're still the girl in the club.”

Tears of happiness begin to flow from Y/N, the words that she never had the opportunity to know, finally getting revealed. Luke's sweet, soft voice in her ear. The perfect melody and the beautiful voice of Reggie and Alex in the background.

“And I need you to know that we're fallin' so fast

We're fallin' like the stars, fallin' in love.”

The moment he sings in love, Y/N lifts her head to meet his eyes. He lifts his hands to her cheeks to wipe her tears, gently holding her face to make sure she sees him recite every word.

“And I'm not scared to say those words. With you, I'm safe.

We're fallin' like the stars, we're fallin' in love.”

The second Luke finishes singing, Y/N stands on tiptoe and pushes her lips against his. Tears of happiness continue to fall from her face, wrapped in a passionate, slow, deep kiss. He's all she wants. Her heart chose him since the very first day.

“I can’t believe one of Luke’s random ideas it's what made them find their way back to each other. Reg, we tried for 6 months and we were never even close. Two weeks ‘pretending’ and bam! they are just fine.”

Both watch the happy couple dance now that they are official.

"You know what they say, Fake it till you make it.” Reggie smirks while watching Luke happily kiss Y/N.

“Fair. At least everything was fixed before we shoved Luke into the pool to see if Y/N would rescue him with a mouth-to-mouth kiss."

“We still could try, you know... for science.”

“Cool. Monday works for me. Do you think that even though he didn't win, we still have a chance to win some more fans?”

Reggie raises his head before answering, a smile appears when he sees the bunch of girls and boys who are spying on them just a few meters away. Probably waiting for them to finish talking to get closer.

“I think Sunset Curve will be just fine too, Alex.”

Thank you for reading✨

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How Ats characters would spend Halloween with their s/o:

A/N: Happy October! This is written on the assumption that the s/o really likes Halloween !! 🖤💜

Warning: Reader gets sired in one hc (Darla’s).

Angel:

Angel is surprisingly content to celebrate

Doesn’t feel it’ll be bad luck - I mean how more cursed can he get

if you really like Halloween he will do every dumb activity in the name of making sure you’re happy

Will take as much time off for you around the time as you like

He’s the boss anyway

Halloween’s usually pretty quiet

(always is around this time of year)

Won’t like people dressing up as vampires

Will call them all posers

If you do dress up as a vamp he’ll tell you that you look ridiculous

“What are you wearing, huh?” “You don’t want to be like this, y/n”

And will tell you to change

If you pout and sigh he’ll look back at you and instantly feel bad

Explain it’s just a fantasy

And laugh, offering to dress him up as a human

Might protest at first but finds the idea funny

Give him a fake tan and a Hawaiian shirt

Or something brighter anyway

He’ll give you one of those looks

But secretly find it fun when you excitedly pick “human” make up and clothes

If you try and show him off to the others will refuse

Can’t let them know he can get giddy and fun (that’ll just be for you and him)

But you will take pictures

Lots of pictures

he’ll scoop you up and hug you to him, so you can’t see how wide he’s grinning

Spike:

Spike likes to pretend he hates it

But he loves it

No denying it

Won’t even be good at hiding it

but he will maintain he doesn’t wanna go anywhere

if you really plead will go to a bar with you

won’t dress up

but will get a lot of compliments on his Billy Idol costume

you might have to drag him away from a couple bar fights on Halloween

soul or no, the next person that says that name will be in the ground

if you’d rather stay in, he’s got you covered

he’ll have a tv guide or similar and have made a precise schedule of all the best Halloween shows/movies

and have made a reminder of where and when to switch over

will ensure you both have plenty of snacks and drinks to last very near twenty four hours

will have a show or a movie lined up for any mood

want to be scared senseless? Here you go

Something cuter and a little spooky themed? Will line it up for you

(but will complain it’s lame)

Will make sure you’re comfortable and not scared if you’re watching horror movies

will take the piss if you jump but if he notices you’re really not enjoying it he’ll have a back-up to watch

will probably have several alternatives at the ready

the man knows his tv

if you’re frightened he’ll pull you into his side and give you as much comfort as you need

Cordy:

She’ll really like the holiday

Especially dressing up

(and the 24 hours off)

she will have planned her outfit (and yours) a few weeks before

Cordy will have conned Angel into letting her throw a party in the hotel

she will be doing a surprise-Halloween part for you

You love Halloween and you had kept hinting that it was getting close

maybe you could make plans

but she kept making excuses

there was a demon you needed to research

she was tired this year after all the work you guys do

she might have even faked a vision to get out of the conversation

Cordy will want everything perfect

she will threaten the entire team

that they have to come or else

and all of them will be there. She’s too scary not to listen

On the day you might look a little sorry for yourself

sat at reception in a costume just waiting for someone to have Halloween plans

You’ll get told to come into the ballroom (there’s a ballroom in the hotel)

Angel or Gunn will have been tasked to bring you

it’ll be a Halloween wonderland

Decorations, great music and all your friends in cool costumes

(except Angel)

Cordy will run at you and squeeze you tight, kissing your forehead

telling you its all for you

and will give you an amazing costume for you to quickly put on

it’ll be the best Halloween part ever and she will barely leave your side all night

Doyle:

will be a bit unsure about the holiday

Has a bit of insecurity he’s still working on surrounding his demon half

Used to drink his way through the 31st alone

All of the masks and costumes

hard for him not to get a little cynical

Was hard to keep his usual good humour up

also, at this time of year his brooding could have put Angel’s to shame

But will have changed even slightly when he met you

And saw your enthusiasm

How could he deny you that excitable smile you always got around this time of year?

he will literally follow you to any activity you want

just so long as he gets to see you smiling like that

You choose a haunted house or similar

you know all about his demon half, he was open with you

so he doesn’t really find the house scary, although he does jump more than once

finally, he jumps so much he changes and manages to scare the actors away

he gets very pleased with himself

talking about ‘winning the haunted house’

in such a good mood will come with you to a party after

steals a crown from someone’s head

professes he’s the king of Halloween

and you absolutely have no intention of arguing with him

will appreciate all of the extra affection you lay on him through the night

Fred:

will adore the holiday

And absolutely adore you if you love it as much as her

Will literally vibrate with excitement

moving her hands around as she speaks animatedly

telling everyone your plans loudly

Everyone will have heard at least twice

Ghost trains and candy apples

Pumpkin carving and decorating the entire hotel

Literally every floor

Even the already spooky looking rooms

by the time the actual day comes around you’ll both be suuuper tired

you’ve done something pretty much every day leading up to the 31st

you’ll be laying in bed together and she’ll be threading her fingers through yours

humming contentedly and then talking non-stop

about all of your adventures

you start to giggle speaking of wearing costumes and knocking on the doors of the hotel

so you do

you annoy Angel by doubling back and asking him for candy twice

you knock on every door of the hotel, shouting trick or treat excitedly

one ghost answers and says they would like to see what tricks you have on offer

you both scream

you run, hand in hand, away from the ghost on the far side of the hotel where nobody goes

huddle together, under your shared bedclothes

as if that would protect you from the ghost

you spent the rest of the evening, still in costume, wrapped around the other

Gunn:

used to spend it patrolling his neighbourhood

Making sure all the kids were safe from vamps, etc while they were out

(Didn’t know about the Halloween rule)

When he told you about this, you loved the idea

You both came up with a plan

You managed to get him to dress up a little (an eye patch and a hook or similar) and you dress up too

Taking some of the kids Gunn used to look out for to the posh neighbourhoods so that they can get the best candy

The kids had some great costumes and mountains of candy

You made sure they all got back safely

Luckily no real demons in sight

At the end of the night Gunn would offer to take you out somewhere

Maybe a bar if you’re up for it seeing as you have some costumes on

he will enter you in a costume competition

knowing that you look the best in any room

(Halloween or otherwise)

if you don’t win he will absolutely argue with the person that picked the winner

the disrespect

If you don’t wanna go out he’ll be content to go home with you, telling you he’s gonna scare you senseless with the goriest movies

Will look away from the screen more than you

Insists he’s not scared - I mean he fights worse in real life

it’s just it’s a lot of gore when he could be admiring you duh

You won’t be able to tell if that’s the truth or not but take the compliment lol

And cuddle up to him just in case

Wes:

wasn’t such a big thing in England when he was growing up

Took himself very seriously as a watcher

So never really celebrated

So if you love it and suggest all of these fun activities

He’ll be straight into reading up all about them

By the next day can tell you the origin of all of the activities

And after a long-winded explanation which you will sit and listen to

Cos he’s very cute when he rambles like that

He’ll nonchalantly add he wants to try pumpkin carving first

so you’ll be looking for the nearest pumpkin patch before he changes his mind

make a day out of it

hold his hand through the entire day

and maybe hang onto his arm a little

he will absolutely adore you being so physically affectionate

won’t be able to stop smiling

especially if you’re gushing about the

he’ll offer to carry the pumpkins but may struggle a little as he hauls them to the car

you’ll both stop and not be able to stop smiling at each other

he’ll want to make the best one and will research so many designs

he’ll be really proud of himself and you when you show him yours

Wes will hug you softly to him and whisper his thanks

you bring that little bit of joy into everything you do together

and Halloween is not different

he will set the carved pumpkins out pride of place on his desk at Angel investigations

or on the mantlepiece at your shared home

Lilah:

Pretty much works through every year

But this year was different

Made up a horrible excuse and spent it with you

She told you not to expect her to ever do this again

will have spent most of the day in bed with you

you don’t get much time around her job as it is

so you really enjoy spending this time with her

will suddenly get up in the afternoon and tell you to get dressed

you’ll frown, but feel she’s got something planned

you skip to the closet and she shakes her head, places a box on the bed

very special, several outfits for you

with a robe to place over the top

has been talking to all of her contacts and has got you both a very special ticket

she knows how much you enjoy Halloween

so has found a way for you to indulge

time travel, something that has been offered by the senior partners for employees to use (a kind of bonus)

she takes you through the decades

to different events/parties/time periods so that you can experience real events

All spooky themed

she’ll come with you and you have an amazing time

she makes you feel really loved

Lindsey:

he’s indifferent on the holiday

But will humour you if you like it a lot

Probably went trick or treating and all that growing up

But will have “grown out of it”

One he notices how excited you’re getting for the holiday will have to ask

he’ll smile, maybe chuckle at the way you admit you love it

will say he’ll hope for the time off to spend it with you

won’t want to miss your enthusiasm

they don’t give him any time off.

So you call him in sick, using your most professional voice

they believe you (or at least they don’t need him cos its Halloween so they let it slide)

Introduce him to an escape room or something

One of those properly haunted mazes with the freaky actors that jump out

It might even relax him more than his job

He’ll hold your hand through the entire thing

will find a ‘cosy’ corner

and pull you into the shadows, for a kiss

only you could keep his mind off the stress of Wolfram and Hart for this long

he was actually enjoying himself

and the idea he was protecting you from this made up threat

will start to plan something for next year (maybe a surprise for you)

Lorne:

has mixed feelings on the holiday

Loves that he can walk around without question

But gets annoyed at how many people start to touch his skin and try and “take off his mask”

could get really annoyed, making him hide away more

or, with you there, he may embrace it

If you’re really into it will throw a Halloween party in your honour

In caritas, with 90% of the guests being bemused demons

Some will have never heard of what humans do for Halloween

Apple bobbing would be a hit

Lorne will literally stop at nothing if it’s your favourite

I’m talking cobwebs in the corners, spooky playlists and themed karaoke choices

The cocktails would be brilliant and the regular customers that were invited would get really into it and want there to be an annual party

You would be the guest of honour

Lorne would ofc have practiced at least one number

and shout you out (with a big spotlight on u) at the start and the end

of any and all numbers

i’d be surprised if you weren’t pulled on stage at some point

To ensure everyone knows you’re his s/o and there would be no Halloween fun without you

Darla:

really won’t know much of Halloween

But might be surprisingly into it

You all worship us? Once a year?

Has visions of walking through the streets and making people sacrifice themselves to her

She will humour you if you want to dress up

but you only have one option: vampire

she wants to turn you anyway, she can’t spend much longing toying with a human

the other demons would talk

she will break into a mall

clear the area and reserve it for you

take you into all of the shops and will help you pick the most expensive items of clothing

will want to dress you up from a period of time she will remember fondly

as soon as you’re in your outfit will not be able to keep her hands off you

will take you out and show you off

everyone will basically worship you (as she suspected)

she will lure someone away (after she is turned back into a vampire again)

have her fill

and nobody will notice

Halloween will be her new favourite time of year and will love you more for introducing it to her

She will know you like it so much, will offer to sire you that evening

Will want you beside her forever. And knows Halloween is special to you

You accept. It’s the best Halloween you ever spent

Harmony:

will have a plan for you to go to every party she’s been told about

An hour at each and you can double back if there’s a good one

Will wear the least clothing she can get away with

Will look reaally good

Might actually melt if you offer to do a couples costume

She’s a vampire but she’s still used to being a human

Loved Halloween and still does

Great excuse to get drunk and kiss her s/o

She’s very handsy anyway and will try and press as many kisses against you as she can at parties

Might start to nibble on your neck

If you’re into it and don’t tell her to stop she’ll squeal and get excited

And nibble a little harder to test your limits

Either way will be hanging off you in some way

So everyone knows you’re with her

Is surprisingly protective over a s/o

Especially at parties

Loves violence now so will try to get into at least one fight on halloween

You will have to pull her back from slapping the nearest person for looking at one or both of you funny

If her vamp face shows people will assume it’s a costume

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purplecatghostposts · 4 years

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If you're still doing the song writing ask thing,,, could I ask for frenmy(or as others call it,, frenreylatta) with 1 or 24? 👉👈 Or just frenmy in general I will appreciate and holde whatever

CANNNN do!!

(Also I’m juuuust now realizing these are song titles I just saw one word and went ‘LETS WRITE A DRABBLE OFF OF THIS’ oops- uh enjoy either way!)

—

For better or for worse, Tommy isn’t always taken completely seriously.

Which is fine. Tommy can brush it off, he might have some “Childish Interests” but he’s a grown adult, he can take a hit or two.

(Tommy doesn’t know why anything has to regarded as childish when anyone can and should enjoy anything and not get shit for it but that’s a whole other can of worms).

But when Tommy says things like, “Grab a soda, it’ll help you see faster!” Nobody thinks twice about it. Which is good, because Tommy didn’t mean to say it at all. There’s certain things Tommy doesn’t like to talk about and his more ‘Inhuman’ attributes is one of them.

Son of “The G-Man” has a few perks after all.

The ability to make his eyes glow and see in the dark, the ability to create- both living and non living things, immortality and the ability to share it with something like a dog he created with his own two hands, and most of all, a connection to Time itself.

Tommy has all of these abilities under control, except for the very latter of the bunch. Because turning on and off your eyes like a flashlight is something he’s been doing as a kid; Immortality he was born with, sharing it came to him in his late twenties; and while difficult, Tommy now has a bit of a knack for creation; but Time? Time is something else entirely. It’s its own entity, and not even his father has much control over it.

And of course, with a difficult entity like Time, Tommy got saddled with the worst ability to have little control over. His father, G-Man, can freeze, suspend, and even travel through it. Tommy can see it, and Time shows him too much.

Tommy does not dream, he Sees. The branches of time are shown right before his eyes whether he likes it or not, and possibilities are laid out. Time is not set in stone- there’s millions of timelines and ways it could go- and when he sleeps, Tommy can see them.

There’s no physical way to stop it without fully mastering it, but Tommy has found that there’s a few things that can make it more pleasant or at the very least, bearable. Low stress or going to sleep happy and content means he usually sees happier timelines. Caffeine, for whatever reason, means that when he sees timelines, it’s at a speed where he doesn’t have to comprehend anything or have to see something he doesn’t want to see. So far, it’s the only two methods he knows, and since he can’t always control how stressful his situation is, Tommy turns to soda.

He means what he says. Soda helps him see faster. He’s just glad that he doesn’t have to explain it to Gordon. His inhuman attributes used to scare other kids off when he was younger, and he knows that Gordon is an adult like him and probably won’t run, but the fear runs deep and Tommy keeps his mouth shut.

Benrey knows, of course. He’s not human either, he understood. But even when Tommy has bad dreams, he doesn’t like to bother other people about it. They’re just dreams, he can handle them.

Until they get personal.

Tommy has been seeing dreams about how it could end for them in Black Mesa for days now, but his intake in soda means he doesn’t really process them. They pass by in a flash and Tommy wakes up and promptly forgets about whatever was shown to him.

But of course, his luck runs out.

Tommy’s leg bounces anxiously as he stares at the broken vending machine. Nothing but water- no caffeine. Water is good for survival- Gordon gulps it down greedily then gawks when Benrey eats the whole bottle in one bite making Tommy laugh- but it means Tommy’s at risk for bad visions. And with the stress of soldiers starting to come at them as well as aliens, he suspects that tonight will not end well.

There’s a tug at his sleeve. Tommy glances down to meet Benrey’s eyes, who studies him silently. He knows something’s up- of course he does- but Tommy smiles like there’s nothing to worry about. Benrey won’t confront him directly- not unless he’s certain it’s really bad- but he has a feeling that Benrey’s still going to try something in his own little way.

“Getting late.” Gordon comments, rubbing his eyes. “We should probably get some rest.”

“Baby Feetman wants a nap?” Benrey grins lazily. Gordon rolls his eyes in response, but doesn’t look all that annoyed. He’s more relaxed than usual, looking less like he’s a twig about to snap and more a river who’s just going with the flow. In fact, Tommy swears Gordon smiles for a second.

“Shut up, you got dark circles under your eyes. You could use it too.”

Benrey rolls his eyes. “Haven’t slept this entire time, don’t intent to start now.”

Both Tommy and Gordon’s attention snaps to him. Benrey almost shrinks under the spotlight, looking utterly confused. “Uh... Care to fill a bro in on what I said wrong..?”

“You haven’t slept?” Gordon’s voice raises.

“Benrey, that’s not good for your health!”

“Jeez fuck- I don’t need to sleep to live, guys.” Benrey cuts in. “Not like you guys. Besides, someone’s gotta keep watch so like, I don’t sleep. S’not a big deal.”

“Benrey, you- you told me that half of your energy to use your abilities comes from sleep.” Tommy says slowly.

“Yeah, and the other half is food. What of it?”

Gordon joins in. “We’ve gotten the bare scraps of food down here. You- you have to be running on empty.”

“Don’t worry about it, Bro-”

“No!” Both Tommy and Gordon shout simultaneously.

Benrey jumps, eyes darting between the two of them and rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, this isn’t fair, you’re tag teaming me, I deserve someone on my team.”

Dr. Coomer pokes his head from around the corner, Bubby following. “Is something wrong? We heard some shouting!”

“Hey, Coomer, Bubs, you uh, you gotta back me up, they’re bullying me.” Benrey points accusingly at Tommy and Gordon respectively.

Bubby shrugs. “Just do what I did whenever someone bullied me.”

“Somehow I feel like this is going to be bad advice...” Gordon mumbles.

“Set them on fire.”

“Andddd I was right.”

Benrey pretends to consider it for a moment. Gordon rolls his eyes at him, earning a smile from Benrey. “But uh, these two keep yelling at me because I haven’t slept. Tell them to stop.”

Dr. Coomer frowns and Bubby narrows his eyes. Tommy snickers to himself, knowing Benrey isn’t winning this battle.

“You haven’t slept? What the hell do you think you’re doing? Fucking dumbass.”

“Benrey, sleep is an important function we all need to live!”

Benrey groans into his hands. Gordon grins cockily. “Hey, Bubby, Dr. Coomer, mind taking watch tonight while Tommy and I get Benrey to sleep?”

Bubby snorts like it’s obvious. Coomer smiles brightly and nods. “Of course! If anyone tries to come after you in your sleep, we’ll take care of them, if you know what I mean.” Coomer winks, then makes a punching gesture.

Gordon laughs at that. Tommy rather likes when Gordon laughs, his whole body moves with him. It’s wholehearted and genuine and if it were possible, Tommy would love to bottle it and keep it with him.

Tommy’s fully aware that he’s rather smitten with Gordon and Benrey. Benrey’s his best friend and Tommy is fine if it stayed that way, but he’s also felt a certain romantic fondness for him too. Benrey’s not easy to decipher but Tommy has learned he shows he cares in the subtle ways. How Benrey learns to read people and distracts them when they feel down. He’s done it to Tommy himself, and recently, he’s seen a very similar sentiment towards Gordon.

And Gordon wears his heart on his sleeve, which is endearing on its own. Tommy sees the way he acts around Benrey and around himself, and he can’t help but wonder if Gordon might feel the same way he does.

They find a place to camp out and before he knows it, Tommy has Gordon on one side and Benrey on the other. Despite lying on the concrete ground, Tommy doesn’t think he’s ever felt more comfortable in his life. Benrey’s curled up next to him and Gordon is lying on his side with an arm over him and Tommy feels himself get lulled to sleep. He doesn’t want to ever move again.

His dreams are not as kind as his situation. Because Tommy Sees all possible timelines, and one too many of them involve two of the people he cares about most in the world.

Benrey betrays Gordon and gets his hand get cut off. Gordon betrays Benrey and Benrey comes back not looking quite right. Gordon lets Benrey die, Benrey lets Gordon die, Benrey stands on an alien planet and attempts to kill everyone- does kill everyone. Gordon stands on an alien planet and sees Benrey being the thing they have to kill and he doesn’t hesitate.

They tear each other apart, no matter what Tommy says or does. And in a few timelines, their rage is directed towards him, and Tommy’s heart breaks into two.

“Tommy? Tommy, bro, c’mon, you gotta wake up.”

Benrey’s voice pulls him out of it. Tommy sits up, trembling and reaching out blindly. His vision is blurred and all attempts to speak come out as quiet sobs. A pair of hands grab onto his while a second gently touches his shoulder, grounding him to reality.

“Benrey?” It’s deathly quiet but it’s unmistakably Gordon’s. “Benrey- his eyes- is he okay? They’re- they’re gold-!”

“I know, dude, this happens sometimes, he’ll be okay.” Benrey responds, shockingly calm. “Tommy sees bad things sometimes when he goes to sleep and sometimes they’re overwhelming and this happens. Just... Trust me and follow my lead on this?”

A beat. Tommy tries to wipe his eyes but tears keep streaming down his face.

“Okay. I trust you.”

Tommy can’t see but he has a feeling Benrey is smiling a little at that.

Benrey and Gordon both begin to whisper reassurances and ask him what he can feel around him. They talk and talk and talk until eventually, Tommy can finally see them again and the anxiety in his chest is manageable.

“Thank you...” Tommy gives them a weak smile.

“Bad visions?” Benrey guesses. Gordon looks mildly confused but doesn’t ask questions. Tommy nods in response. “You... Wanna share or nah?”

Tommy’s gaze lowers. He sucks in a small breath. “It- it was a lot of bad timelines with you two. And I-...” He hesitated for just a minute but thinking of the timelines again made him push through it. “And I really care about both of you. A lot. In- in a platonic as well as a... A romantic way.”

Silence. Tommy swallowed thickly, not wanting to look at either of them and unsure if he made the wrong choice to tell them or not.

“Oh thank god, I’m not the only one.” Gordon blurted out. He let out a long breath, laughing softly. “I was- fuck, I was really struggling there.”

Benrey cracked a smile. “Cringe Gordon can’t deal with gay feelings? How embarrassing for you. Can’t believe I have gay thoughts for such a loser.” His eyes turn to Tommy and his smile grew. “I guess having gay thoughts for a really cool guy balances it out so it’s chill.”

Tommy couldn’t stop smiling. Was this really happening? Were they really all just on the same page? “R-really?”

Benrey shrugs. “‘M kinda surprised, thought I was obvious.”

“You’re not obvious with anything.” Gordon tells him, rolling his eyes but relaxing his shoulders.

“I...” Tommy let out a laugh. “I- I really care about you both! And- and after we get out of Black Mesa... I want us to stay this close.”

Benrey nodded. “‘Course we will. You’re some of my best bros and how else would I kiss you both goodnight like all bros should?”

Gordon snickered, then cleared his throat. “Hey uh... Have we all just been holding this in the entire time even though we all felt the same-!”

“YES.” Bubby screaming from across the room made all three jump in surprise. Bubby and Coomer were both sitting by the door, Bubby wrapped in Coomer’s arms but he still scowled at the three of them. “You’ve all been pining like a bunch of fucking idiots. Just ask a guy out by setting half a building on fire like a regular person!”

Tommy looked back at the other two and laughed to himself. Soon enough, the three of them were laying down again but this time, Tommy wrapped his arms around one each and held them close to him. In the morning, they could talk more about the three of them and their newly forming relationship, but for now, they deserved to rest.

Gordon’s head rested against Tommy’s shoulder while Benrey clung to him. Tommy felt his eyes get heavier and heavier but he wasn’t as afraid of getting a bad vision. Partly because he had two of the most important people in his life in his arms and he knew that those futures wouldn’t be his, but also partly because even if the visions did get to him, he had support when he woke up.

His own personal paradise. There was a light at the end of the tunnel and Tommy knew that by the end of this, he wanted both of them by his side and in his life for a long time.

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I don’t know why this turned into a Tommy Lore/Angst Fest BUT hopefully it turned out alright! I hope you liked it! These three are veryyyy soft and it was sure fun to write! Feel free to send in another request if you want!

#hlvrai #half life vr but the ai is self aware #benrey #hlvrai gordon freeman #tommy coolatta #frenmy #frenreylatta #SB Writes #My Fic #My Drabble #Ask Meme #Ask Game

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aw-eather · 4 years

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Heather Watches SG1: s2ep22 Out of Mind and s3ep01 Into the Fire

Ah two of my all time favourites. Maybe even THE favourites. They’re just SO good. Also my shipper heart cannot take it but we love torturing ourselves here so lets go.

I’m gonna try and do enough that y’all get at least one post a day and scheduel them to go up periodically :)

This go very long so I hope it posts properly.

Ooooh mysterious tank

I mean honestly this was suspicious from the get go

Don’t trust this guy

JACK

YOU’RE ALL WET JACK

Is he?

Are they dead tho? Are you sure? Cause that sounds fake...

You see, the year is now.............. 2077

CREDITS

Teal’c looks all big and scary but really he’s a precious boy

End credits

TERYL ROTHERY

honestly that device looks very Star Trek

Missed opportunity to make a 69 joke

Girl he has been asleep for 79 years he probably remembers shit all

Good boy, answer nothing. Don‘t trust the random men that woke you up

thats not sarcasm, I don’t trust them either

“the rest of the facility” riiiiiight

Wizard of Oz reference

38 teams is a lot of teams

MMMMMMMM sounds FAKE

DON’T TRUST HIM JACK

General whats his face just dropped something on the ground

STARGATE

Jack is handsome

Me: I’m gay

Jack O’Neill: Yeah sure ya bethcha

Are ya just? What makes ya think Jack can help? he’s been asleep for 79 years

Tok’ra mind probe

Benefical alliance my ass, what did they ever really do for the Tau’ri??

Except promise to send a ship when they “had one available”

So thinking of Sam right now would be BAD Jack.

NOX

I LOVE THE NOX

WHAT CUTIES

look at them, they’re so sweet

Jack stop thinking and showing them shit

Could be a great weapon but the Nox are peaceful and beautiful and I love them

LITTLE GREY ALIENS WITH THE LITTLE GREY BUTTS

Thats a big ship

This is the only “look at all the shit we’ve managed to do so far” episode that is actually any good

Why don’t we meet the Furlings?

I wanna meet them

They sound fluffy

I love the baby asgards look at ‘em so cuuuuute

Kathrine! You’re great girly

“Touch it” *Jack touches it without knowing what it does, could die*

Jack waving his gun to touch the molecules seems like a bad idea

Yeah let him rest stop bullying him

purple goop

stop the pruple goop Jack

purple goop is never a good thing

Oh look... ANOTHER tank

DANNY BOY

Please cover your nipples

I don’t wanna see your man nipples

A third tank... funny that

SSSSAAAAAAMMMMMM

Funny how none of them are ACTUALLY dead

LIES WE’VE JUST SEEM THEM

Get these people some clothes

leaving her wrapped in a blanket is rude

Blanket looks like a mat tbh

BRATAC

SKARRA

Daniels hair is so bad in this episode I’m not sorry its HORRIBLE

He has a SHIELD Jack

FUCK YEAH JACK THROW THAT KNIFE YAS

HATHOR

I love Hathor hosts

She’s great honestly

Sam and janet and the girls kicking ass is the best

RIP Hathor

No seriously Daniel’s hair is BAD

Teal’c

JANET

ah yes, unusual

Teal’c is so passionate and caring about his friends I love him so much

THREE FUCKING WEEKS?!?!?!?!

janet is such an angel you can’t convince me otherwise

Are they tho?

Yeah he would but Teal’c with do anything for his F A M I L Y

Well he will leave

Aw Teal’c I love you with my entire heart

That zoom in on the patch is nice

YES JACK STOP THE GOOP

Nice kick!

BYE TEAL’C I LOVE YOU

AWW THIS EXCHANGE IS SO NICE

AW THE SALUTE BABE NO THAT HURTS MY HEART ITS SO SWEET

#SorryNotSorry but Jack looks so fucking good in this outfit

Like... he looks sooooo good

God I am questioning my sexuality left right and centre today

But seriously can he dress like that more often?

Go get ya girl, Jack!

Oh look... not the SGC

WHO WOULD HAVE EVER GUESSED

Serpant and Horus guards! :O

STOP THINKING BABE

THEY GONNA FIND YOOOOOU

SAAAAAAAAAM

BEAT THIS GUYS ASS AND SAVE. YOUR. GIRL

O U C H THAT WOULD FUCKING HURT

SHOULDER TOUCHING

SHOULDER RUBBING

SHOULDER TOUCHING

SHE IS TOUCHING HIM

I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD FOLLOWED BY A MEMORY OF HIM NEARLY DYING

SHE’S STILL HOLDING HIS SHOULDER

STARING AT HER NAKED BACK

TRYING NOT TO STARE AT HER NAKED BACK

HE IS SO IN TROUBLE

HE FANCIES HER SO MUCH

I MEAN SAME

she also looks good but like he looks better???

GRABBING

WALL HOLDING

HANDS TOUCHING SHOULDERS

PINKY CURLED IN SO HE DOESN’T TOUCH BARE SKIN

COULD HAVE MOVED BUT ISN’T MOVING

THEY WANNA HOLD EACH OTHER

DEAR GOD

sorry I’ll stop with the caps

I just physically cannot with those two

i love them so much

and i hate how they were treatd

Hathor you idiot,

SUANNE

LOL Jack

Servants in the royal court? Yeah sounds great

Rude Jack

lol the pat on the shoulder Jack you dick

uuuuuuhhhhh didn’t notice before how HOT IT IS WHEN HATHOR RUNS THE IDC REMOTE UNDER SAMS CHIN AND THE LOOK SAM GIVES HER I-

ACK SNAKE

I hate them the same way Jack does tbh

they make me squirm

Give it to Daniel. Why is Daniel the only one that never has a snake in him... wait...

sorry but I just wanna talk with the national captions institute...

Alright! On to Into the Fire!

DAVIS

MAJOR DAVIS I LOVE YOU

MY FAVOURITE

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH EVEN IF THINGS DO FALL TO SHIT WHENEVER YOU’RE THERE

Dramatic zooooom on Hathors name for E M P H A S I S

CREDITS

I love how Hammond is like EVERYONE is saving SG1

How DARE you, Daivs. They are THE team, rude!

I love that everyone steps forward because everyone loves SG1 but also everyone knows you don’t leave anyone else behind.

I love Hammond

MARTIN WOOD :O

He is a great director

Ew snake

Jack still looks fucking good

Jack now is not the time for sass

Give it to Daniel. No one cares

Sam is like “I’m not scared bitch bring it”

Of course it wants Jack

Poor Jack

Why is it always him??

You tried, buddy

Sam’s hand on his CHEST PLEASE JUST GET MARRIED

TEAL’C

BRATAC

Sam literally hates watching Jack in any pain

Poor Jack

Hathor fuck off

What exactly was the point of ripping his shirt? It makes no difference to the snake going in the back of HIS HEAD

oh gross

i hate it

I hate it so much

ugh the chills I currently have

Suanne Baun is super pretty though

YAS TOK’RA LADY

WE RESPECT AND LOVE YOU

Another Wizard of Oz reference

Sorry Daniel looks so bad

its the hair honestly, the little dorky fringe

Sam’s hair, on the other hand *chefs kiss*

Yeah but he’ll be fine, Tok’ra lady saved the day <3

YAS GIRL

NOOO Poor Tok’ra lady

Sorry fam, I forgot her name lol

Sam pulling that jacket on, Sam in a jacket thats a little too big for her , Sam in a white shirt.. Sam

Yeah they are Teal’c.

Dead and false and dead... or is he???

Hand dance

Energy barrier is in the way, boys continue to shoot

oh no shooting towers of death are never a good sign

And of course Daniel got hurt so we have to baby him for the rest of the fucking episode jfc just sit him down somewhere and Sam and the rest of the teams can do the hard work... again

Cool Tok’ra tunnels are Cool

Lol Daniel being sassy (oh its just a deep, bleeding gash, it’ll be fine) lol sorry he is funny when he’s sassy

I’m sick of your army already, Hathor

OOOOH a barrier

Hammond is awaiting

Why do they give them such short time periods to do shit? Like they know things go wrong literally ALL THE TIME

Like “hi you have 24 hours to go into a SECURE, GOA’ULD FACILITY, RETRIEVE THREE SG MEMBERS AND GET OUT. PIECE.OF.CAKE”

6 hours is a long time to sit on your hands and do nothing tho. Ah well might as well go and save the boyfriend

The president can suck a rotten potatoe

Davis, you can’t really argue with him, he outranks you about 4 times

Sam’s sleeves are too long and baggy and its SO CUTE

GO SAM

SAVE THE DAY

BUT SAVE YOUR BOYFRIEND FIRST

Hammond visiting Chulak

because he’s an angel baby

and the best dad ever to his four kids; Major Dr Science Space Baby, Sassy Grumpy Fruit Loop and Sam Carter Loving Space Baby, Warrior Gentle Giant Space Baby and Annoying, Doesn’t know shit, Archaeologist Space Baby.

Yas Teal’c, spill that tea

I will join you, bb

Hammond in a toga will also join you cause he a babe

and he needs your help cause Davis said No.

HAMMOND OF TEXAS IS MY FAVOURITE THING EVER I LOVE IT

Sam: I’m gonna go and shut this shield down

Sam: but not until I have tried to save my Future Husband.

Poor Tok’ra lady

Hand on chest again

Fucking Hathor man

Go away boo, you’re ruining the moment

Stop hurting Sam

YAS JACK FUCK YES I LOVE THAT

I love his response to it too

Like the shock and fear

This hug goes on a long time

I know he’s cold or whatever but like...

and I know he’s in shock and so is she a bit

he’s doing it for her as much as him

but they’re STILL hugging

They literally never do this again

Its so sweet because after this its just... nothing? Like POV happens and then Upgrade and Divide and Conquer and they go ah fuck we can’t hug anymore so all we get is platonic shoulder holding and using shoulders as pillows. The closes we get to a hug is Death Knell and emotional trauma Threads. I want a REAL hug

And he holds her arms for ages and helps her up

Wow they’re so fucking in love this hurts

“Found ‘em” Jack stop so cute

C4! Who’d have thought it

Ah shit they’re surrounded

He still looks good

They BOTH look good

They make a great couple

Nope, not really but its what ya got so you’re gonna have to deal with it

This general guy is a bit of a dick

Thats right Sam, don’t listen. Good job, Danny boy.

Only 1? Thats not a lot of time

Get out there, Jack! Buy that time

Gun Bum! (if you know Sanctuary, you’ll get it)

He’s really not doing a great job of pretending to be a Goa’uld

Its really not impossible

ex-goddess lol

“She’s Gone. She is no more.” I’m honestly shocked people didn’t shoot him more often

I love him tho

Thank god, thats good timing

Hammond is IN. HIS. ELEMENT

There is no way she heard hiom say now but she still knew. I love them. I love how well they know each other and they’ve only known each other a little over two years

Time to KICK SOME ASS

JAFFA YAS

ooh coming in from behind, sneaky

YEEHAW

OH HAMMOND YOU PRECIOUS BABY

Sam going straight to Jack and it looks like she goes to put her arm around him.

I hate them ffs

Bra’tac and Human fuck me thats so cute

Sam’s smile when they see Teal’c and Hammond is Gorgeous

and Hammond patting her on the back! stop! I love Space Dad and his idiot Space babies.

Final Thoughts:

Seriously guys this is my favourite Final and First eps of a season.

100% one of my favourite two parters, if not my all time favourite two parter

Great direction, good story, excellent bad guys, good acting, just enough suspense with out being too drawn out, something for everyone, comes of the back of a fun as fuck episode (1969), Hammond has a big part, Davis is there, lots of cute Sam/Jack and of course, Daniel’s Elf Hair.

Also the Tok’ra are actually useful in this one which is SHOCKING

Lemme know your thoghts friends, I’m excited to hear them!

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neverwatchedonepiece · 6 years

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551-552: "The Battle Is On! At Conchchorde Plaza!" and "A Surprising Confession! The Truth Behind the Assassination of Otohime!"

I KNEW IT!!

I knew that scumbag Hordy was behind Otohime’s assassination! Oh, I only wish I’d been a fan while these chapters were being released so I could have made a bet with someone. Then again... everyone reading at that time probably knew too. I mean the flags were vast and red.

As soon as I saw the title for 552 flash up, I thought, “Yes. This is it. Hordy is gonna confess.”

Was not disappointed.

And that wasn’t all. The reveals kept coming. The circumstances of the assassination? Check. Madame Sharley’s family? Check. 30,000 hidden human slaves? Double check. Plus, I finally know what Noah is (yes, it is a “what” and not a “who”). And it is currently being controlled by Decken who has finally gone off the deep end.

Why Does Hordy Look Like He’s About to Judge Someone on a Talent Show?

Have to say, I forgot to mention something in the last post. Neptune brought up an inconvenient truth about the Fish Roids. Those rad pills that grant you super strength? They come packed with horrendous side-effects. Namely: they take years off your life.

Maybe that’s why Hordy has snow white hair now as well as a water shoot attack that can fell buildings and destroy royal army squadrons.

Episode 551 served pretty much to build Hordy’s threat potential as a villain. And boy it was done in quick time. By the end of 551, he had strung up Neptune, decimated the royal army, the royal ministers and had defeated all three princes.

I kind of hate Hordy’s guts right now, so it was nice to see the islanders so concerned for their beloved king, shielding children’s eyes as the execution convoy flew past. Neptune’s guard tried to take a stand, but Neptune told them to run, not to die a meaningless death. See, that’s the difference between a good king and Hordy (I refuse to call him a king. He ain’t crowned yet). Neptune cares for his people and they respect and care from him in turn.

At the plaza, Hordy’s Head Goons assembled. Brave islanders climbed the walls because they wanted to rescue Neptune. They had prime seats for the upcoming show.

By the time they had scaled the fence, Hordy had cleared out the royal guard and installed himself on a giant pink beanbag throne. Neptune was trussed up to a St Andrew’s style cross. No idea if there’s any symbolism there, but Andrew was called a “fisher of men”. Maybe it’s just the whole martyrdom thing. Being willing to die for the peaceful ideals of Otohime. Or maybe Oda just thought, “Yeah.... saltire crosses. That’ll do.”

One poor soldier tried to pull off a suicide attack. If he could just take out one of the Head Goons before the princes arrived, it would aid the rescue effort. But the merciless hype machine ground its gears and the solider became fodder for Hordy’s power up.

It was an impressive power up. Just the normal water shoot bullet but ramped up to eleven. BOOM! It blasted through walls, buildings, rock formations and only lost momentum miles away at Mermaid Cove. I thought, “This guy really is a scumbag. He’s just wreaking havoc and destroying things because, lel, this is fun and I have the power now.”

Then the princes arrived. I finally remember all of their names! Fukaboshi, Ryuboshi and Manboshi. Better late than never. The spectators on the wall cheered. The princes were here! King Neptune would be saved! Hurrah! The princes declared, “WE WILL SAVE YOU, FATHER!”

I felt like Madame Sharly. I could see what was coming a mile off.

Fukaboshi, because he’s going to become king someday and be fucking excellent, gave another good speech. “Why don’t you understand, Hordy Jones? You people are the weakest on this island [Hordy was triggered by this]. The other islanders were trying to ignore the history of discrimination by humans and to forgive the murder of their hero and their queen who died at the hands of a human [oh, Fukaboshi...]. They endured their pain to change their future and sign their names. Why can’t you appreciate the boldness and kindness of their decision?”

Because he’s Fishler, that’s why. You can’t reason with Fishler types. You could say, “Well, remember that chap Whitebeard? He was an alright human, wasn’t he?” and a Fishler would shriek, “NO, HE WAS JUST PRETENDING! WHITEBEARD WAS FAKE NEWS!” Or, “Have you ever been to the surface, Fishler?” and they would reply, “NO, BUT I DON’T NEED TO.” (I think Hordy has because he’s a pirate, but the attitude’s the same).

I don’t know why they talk in caps. But

Now, the annoying thing about Hordy’s goons beating down the princes was that those boys are actually no slouches. Were it not for the Roids, they could easily have kicked ass.

But Hordy claimed they would never lose, as the had been, and I quote, “given great power from above.” From above? As in the surface? Now that’s suspicious. Who has been supplying these Fishmen with Roids? I half expect Vegapunk to be involved somehow.

At any rate, the Head Goons showed their stuff. Roided up, they were faster, stronger and crushed the princes. And they were strung up alongside their dad.

And It Gets Worse

No, not just because of the crowd of Hordy’s followers baying for blood.

Back at the Sea Forest... the fight between Jimbei and Luffy had been off-panelled.

This, I think, is weird. We did not get to see Luffy in a mangled, defeated state. We never got to see Sanji, Nami, Chopper, Robin or Franky. All we heard was Jimbei saying, “Phew, he gave me a hard time,” before he escorted Shirahoshi back towards the palace.

Except that didn’t work out because they thought a balloon version of Neptune was the real thing and were netted and dragged off to the plaza. (I am suspicious of the lack of Luffy, so I kind of hope this is a roundabout scheme from Jimbei. Schemes wouldn’t work with Luffy but maybe Jimbei’s clever enough to steer him in the right direction and count on Luffy being Luffy to sort things out in the end).

Hordy was pleased at the special delivery of Jimbei, Shirahoshi and Megalo. Before that, he didn’t want to kill his hostages until Shirahoshi was lured to the plaza. It’s her power to call Sea Kings that he feared most and other than Neptune, she is the one he wants dead most. It was also the only reason he teamed up with Decken. (Now it makes sense! I thought Hordy only wanted a way into the palace.)

The poor audience of islanders on the walls, though... they were distraught. It was like a quadruple whammy of gut punches. First Neptune, then the princes, and now Jimbei and their beloved princess Shirahoshi. I mean, I’d wager Jimbei is almost as much of a legendary figure as Fisher Tiger nowadays. To see him brought so low must be truly shocking (still hoping it’s a ploy).

Now Hordy’s only concern is what the Strawhats will do. He guessed they’d return to the palace, free Zoro, Usopp and Brook. But he had some surprise guests waiting for them...

Yes, that’s right! 30,000 human slaves Hordy caught! Plus another 70,000 armed thugs (fodder for Strawhats). “One hundred thousand outlaws together!” he crowed. I guess this proves Hordy can perform basic addition.

I mean, there were a few female and child slaves along with the male ones, but they would be taken care of later. And I don’t think he means given a hot meal and a roof over their heads. :|

Madame Sharly Steps Up

This is when the episode got Extra Juicy.

Madame Sharly stepped up, spoke up and got Hordy so wound up he snapped and went completely off the rails in public.

“You fools are a dishonour. Horsing around in public. You kids have no class at all. Don’t push your luck. I just wanted to say one thing to you since you’re at the height of your glory: a man will destroy Fishman Island.”

“Wasn’t it me you saw?” Hordy said, modestly.

Bad news, Hordy. “No. The man who will destroy it is Strawhat Luffy. I can’t tell what he’ll do specifically. But it is not you. The one who will determine the fate of Fishman Island is not you, Hordy Jones.”

Well...

Let’s just say this news was not received positively.

As Madame Sharly is another legendary figure in Fishman Island, her not backing Hordy’s rise to power was disastrous PR. Even the goons were freaking out. “Omg, that means Hordy will never gain control of Fishman Island. Her predictions are accurate!”

The Hordy stepped up and slapped the crap out of Madame Sharly.

Forget what I said last post about not wanting Luffy to come and sort shit out.

Get down here now because this guy needs taken down a peg.

I was so enraged by Hordy’s obvious threatened response to Madame Sharly that when he revealed she was ARLONG’S SISTER (WTF??) I barely heard it and had to rewind and watch it again. He also bare face admitted to her he was only using the Arlong Pirates name to unite people under his banner.

Properly triggered by Sharly’s lack of support, he went on a mad, Roid-Rant, yelling that HE was the ONLY ONE who could take over Fishman Island. His scheme is ten years in the making! He had the power to do it. ONLY HIM. OH, AND BY THE WAY, YOU KNOW THAT QUEEN YOU ALL LOVED SO MUCH?

I think this is Hordy’s biggest mistake. Some of you guys in the comments for the last post talked about Luffy sorting out Fishman issues not being a problem because would Hordy really have many supporters to resent Luffy?

After this, I am convinced he won’t have any. Because those islanders on the wall? They were enraged.

While Hordy had his villainous, “YES, IT WAS ME!” moment, a flashback revealed he did pay a human to be involved in the assassination. At first, I thought Hordy just paid the human pirate to shoot her. Was shocked but no surprised to learn that he hated Otohime so much that he wanted to pull the trigger himself. The human accessory only set fire to the petitions.

Hordy has gone so far off the deep end with the lack of Sharly support that he forgot that triggering Shirahoshi has geological scale consequences.

“Don’t you think she was annoying?” he said straight to Shirahoshi’s face. “She begged everyone not to seek revenge against humans but to be friends with them instead. She was bugging me because she’d almost accomplished her goal. I wasn’t satisfied with just killing her. [No of course you weren’t...] To me, your mother was someone who deserved death. I came up with the idea to make the best of her death, that would allow me to stoke the fire of hatred towards humans, that Fishmen citizens once had, and destroy the islanders’ stupid dream once and for all! I’d frame a human for killing her. You were all fooled exactly as I hoped. She was worth killing, right, Shirahoshi? She wasn’t killed by a human. She was killed by me. I, a kinsman, did it.”

I thought the earthquakes would start and the Sea Kings would begin, slowly, to stretch it out over several episodes, to swim towards Fishman Island.

But no.

The twist was even better!

Shirahoshi turned to Hordy and said, “I already knew.”

WHAT THE---?

Honestly, I was as shocked as Jimbei. Even Hordy was dumbfounded.

I cannot wait to find out how Shirahoshi knew. I mean, if she knew and didn’t tell anyone, that’s a pretty big ball to drop, you know?

Oh, and I forgot to mention this guy...

Decken: King of the Incels

This is some next-level creepy madness, let me tell you. Especially when the news only a couple days ago reported that some incel just shot up a yoga studio because “women”.

I mean, Decken has a neckbeard and is even wearing a Fedora. It’s like Oda had a vision of the future and turned it into a pirate because the reality was just too weird.

Anyway, Decken has also gone off the deep end, and has adopted a: “If I Cannot Have Her, Everyone Will Die” mindset. To achieve this, he has brought to life an ship called Noah built by Fishmen “a while ago” (hmm.... seems older than that, but I’ll run with it.

I’m half thinking Noah could it be one of those Pluton-like weapons because the ship is half the size of Fishman Island, apparently. Great for ramming into a protective bubble and killing everyone in it, eh? Woo hoo! What a great guy!

*whistles innocently*

#one piece #neverwatchedonepiece #nwop #never watched one piece #fishman island #monkey d. luffy #jimbei #hordy jones #princess shirahoshi #neptune #fukaboshi #queen otohime #fisher tiger #captain vander decken #madame sharly

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thesaltoforion · 5 years

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Not a Monster

[Diana x Brynn]

[AU where Diana works at an archery arena and hunts monsters in her spare time. Brynn is still half valkyrie but nobody actually knows about her ancestry. She lives on earth so she can learn more about humans.]

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The employee at the archery arena leans against the wall behind the register. She holds an open book in one hand and an apple in the other. She takes another bite out of the half-eaten fruit and turns the page. In gold letters, the hard cover reads The Odds and Ends of Monster Anatomy: A Pocket Encyclopedia for the Expert Hunter or Huntress. It was a gift to herself, along with a new model of night vision goggles. The copper name plate on her work-issued black shirt says Diana. Several scratches lie across the plate and the corners have worn down to a dull silver.

Diana listens to the children shrieking in the party room. She smirks as she hears strands of her co-worker’s voice. It seems the parents won’t discipline the rowdy kids so poor James has to do it himself. She feels bad but not enough to trade spots with him. She’s not on break but nobody’s lining up to register or pay for gear so she’s taking advantage of the situation.

The glass doors swing open and a group of people drone in. Diana judges that, based on the attire, they’re here for a company function. Many of them carry duffel bags or backpacks – probably filled with athletic clothing. She looks bemused. Most of those clothes probably haven’t been used in a while. She opens the ledger sheet on the computer. She sees the entry for the birthday party and under that, she reads: Bee9 Solutions – 13:00, company package, 17 persons.

She tosses the rest of her apple into the bin under the counter and closer her book. Seventeen employees, all of them probably fed up with each other and annoyed at their boss, she smiles professionally, they’re going to eviscerate themselves.

A man approaches the counter. He has a chiselled beard and thinning hair. The suit he wears looks expensive. She registers his party and he shoves a business card under her nose. Politely, Diana pretends to tuck it into her pocket. She drops it in the waste bin when he looks away.

She leads them to the locker rooms and rounds them up to the armory once they’ve changed. She spells out the safety rules and shows them how to put the safety gear on. She watches as they fit arm guards and chest plates around their bodies. A cute, blond, lady catches Diana’s eye. Dozens of braids weave up her head and into a tight side bun. Diana muses over the intricacy of it. Must’ve taken her hours. Does she have to be so extra?

After issuing the bows and quivers of arrows, Diana address the large group.

“If you need anything come back to the armory. Look for someone in a shirt like mine – you can’t miss it, there are white targets printed on the back and the front of each shirt. I’ll be up in the arena rafters, reffing and watching for foul play. Have fun, kiddos.” She leaves just as Kayla arrives to open the arena doors. After a quick elevator ride, Diana steps out above the arena. The “rafters” is just one large platform that circles the arena. Two bridges intersect in the center, connecting the halfway points of the platform. They do a quick training with Kayla before she sets off the countdown on the large score board.

Diana watches with mild interest. The office drones handle the equipment better than she expected but their skills are dismal at best. Still, the insults they scream at each other are enough to entertain. She catches sight of the blond from earlier. Her braids catch the arena lights as she weaves between the obstacles. Diana leans against the metal railing and watches. This lady moves like she has wings on her back – her feet barely touch the ground. She nails most of her shots with compelling accuracy. Diana figures she must have prior training. She watches for the rest of the hour.

They regroup in the armory and Diana wanders among the employees, offering help with the armor. Casually, she makes her way over to the blond. If she wasn’t going to get a number, Diana at least wanted a name.

“Need any help?” She starts, lamely.

“That is kind of you.” The lady smiles, “I have enough practice to do it on my own.” She rips the Velcro apart on her arm guard. Her tone pitches high but not in a grating way. It pitches in a regal way – the sort of way that makes one shut up, sit and listen.

“It seemed like that. You’re pretty good, for an office drone. Almost as good as me.”

“My performance was lacking. I was trying to keep things fair for the other team.”

“Careful, they might hear you. What’s your name?”

“Brynn.”

“Brynn.” She hums. The name rolls off the tongue like butter. “Where do you usually do archery?”

“Sometimes the forest behind my apartment. In all honestly, I’m more prone to axe throwing.”

Diana gives her a once over. It’s questionable but Brynn certainly has the biceps of an axe-thrower. “You should try practicing in our complex. We have the newest equipment from this season and you won’t find prices like ours at other arenas.” Diana pulls a business card out of her pocket and holds it out between two fingers. “Besides, you’ll get to see this pretty face every time you walk in.”

Brynn takes the card from Diana. On the front is the name, phone number, email and fax number for the arena. On the back is Diana’s cell number. She has more of these cards, for specific situations such as this one. She raises a thin, blond brow, “It’s a little forward of you.”

“I’d hardly consider this forward. If it’s forward that you want, I can show you forward.”

Brynn’s eyes dart back to the small card, “I think I’ll pass. Perhaps I’ll send you a text tonight. It wouldn’t be too much trouble to get an employee discount?”

“None at all.” Diana smiles easily.

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Brynn glides in through the automatic doors the next Tuesday. She wears a peach button down that tucks neatly into a navy pencil skirt. Her black pumps click against the linoleum. She’s already put her hair up in a tight bun. She’s made fewer braids this time but it’s still very intricate.

Diana stands behind the register and pretends to read. There’s a small, flat mirror concealed in the pages of her book. She checks the state of her double winged liner before she closes the book and puts it on the shelf under the counter. She watches Brynn click across the floor and envies the employees in her department.

Diana makes her way around the counter and takes Brynn to the locker room. They make small talk and ask about each other’s day.

“How do you do your hair like that?” Diana asks as they put on the armor.

“Magic.” Brynn answers, distracted with the straps on the chest plate. Diana decides that Brynn must be joking. The get their weapons and settle into the arena. Everyone’s gone home for the day. The score board remains dark, but Diana keeps track in her head.

Diana lets Brynn play man hunt for a while. She keeps hidden behind barriers and obstacles. She uses the tactic in competitions and, more frequently, on monsters. Eventually, the impatience wears on their higher-level thinking and they start to take riskier attacks. Brynn’s arrows nearly nick Diana a few times.

After ten minutes, she steals herself and loads her first arrow. She runs from the barrier and catches Brynn by surprise. The arrow leaves her fingers and the string reverberates through the bow. It heads straight for Brynn’s shoulder.

The arrow never hits its mark.

“Huh?” She’s not sure what went wrong. Brynn loads another arrow and the rubber head catches Diana’s side. The chase continues. Diana gets a chance to tie up the score. She misses again and this time she can see the way the arrow drifts slightly to the left, like something unseen diverts its course. By the end of the hour, she manages to score two hits. Brynn, despite the obvious advantage, only manages to land three arrows.

“Say… how did you get into archery?” Diana asks as they strip their armor. She doesn’t really listen as Brynn describes a sunny village and her fierce aunt. She watches the way Brynn removes the chest plate. The Velcro parts but her fingers barely clutch and pull at the straps. Her muscles flex in odd patterns and Diana notices fangs in her smile.

“Magic.” She remembers Brynn’s voice, powerful and uninterested. Fuck. Now you’ve done it. You’ve seduced a monster, Diana concludes. What even is she? Vamp? Fae?

“Diana, are you alright? You look a little pale.” They’ve moved into the locker room and Brynn is back in her skirt. “Did you drink enough water?” Her concern makes Diana’s heart skip.

The monster seduced you, more like.

“What? Oh, no, I’m fine, thanks.” She puts on a smile, “I realized that I … didn’t pay my cable bills this month.”

“Be thankful it wasn’t your credit balance.” Brynn closes the locker and Diana follows her out, shutting the lights on her way. “Do you have anything else going on tonight?” Brynn asks as Diana locks up.

Stakeout at a graveyard, she doesn’t say. “Thinking of you, probably.” Diana winks instead. Her mouth feels dry.

“Why don’t I take you axe throwing next week? My treat.”

“Sounds like an axe-cellent idea. I’m super axe-cited.” Diana imagines the way Brynn might lodge an axe into the thick bark of an ancient tree. She shivers pleasantly.

Brynn’s giggle delights Diana’s ears. “Great.”

Maybe she isn’t even a monster. She could be a different mystical being. Or a hybrid – hybrids aren’t technically monsters.

“Yeah… I’ll text you tomorrow.”

“Of course. Good night, Diana.” She gazes under her lashes at Diana.

“Good night.” Diana nods. She walks briskly to her red Toyota Yaris.

She can’t stop thinking of Brynn’s smile and the way the moon glittered against those pretty fangs.

- Fin.

Requested by @onetrickdiana for that writing prompt post. Hope you like it :)

Sorry in advance for any spelling and grammar errors.

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bifuriouswaterbender · 6 years

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A Sense of Identity--Yukonic Fanfic

Read on AO3 here. This was inspired by the motto “If no one else will write fanfic for your ship, write it yourself.”

Fandom: Deadpool (2 technically)

Characters: Negasonic Teenage Warhead, Yukio, Colossus (briefly), Deadpool (mentioned)

Pairing: Negasonic/Yukio

Rating: G

Summary: Negasonic reflects on her own name as she deals with the gay panic of a teenager lesbian facing her first major crush.

She had never liked her name.

Ellie was so plain, so simple. It was a common name that had never really fit her. Now if her parents had been forward-thinking enough to name her Elliot, she may have felt differently. But Eleanor had never suited her, and Ellie barely worked. But it was the only name she had.

The first time she accidentally exploded into a ball of fire had been terrifying for everyone around her. For Ellie, it was a relief.

She loved her parents, but they’d never really understood what made her tick as a regular human. As a mutant? They were happy to send her off to a fancy school where she could harness her powers and maybe learn some manners.

She hadn’t exactly gained the manners, but Negasonic Teenage Warhead was a miracle of a name. When she was struggling to come up with something that felt like enough, one of the older kids had suggested listening to old songs. Some of the coolest names came from the lyrics. Taking their word for it, Ellie had flipped through old records, pausing when she saw a song title she liked. Negasonic Teenage Warhead had frozen her, an exciting sense of cold running down her center to cut the heat she always knew was there. It was over the top, strong, and just anarchistic enough to feel like an identifier. Once she listened to the record, she decided the song itself was fine. But the name couldn’t be beat.

Most of the other kids found her name to be too much of a mouthful, and she became Negasonic to most of them. Occasionally someone dug up the name Ellie Phimister. It wasn’t exactly a secret, but Negasonic did everything in her power not to answer to it and to get people to stop using it.

Most of the time it worked. Even when she wasn’t actively using her powers for anything, just channeling them was enough to intimidate most people. She infrequently got asked what she would do about her name once she wasn’t a teenager anymore.

She would shoot whoever asked a scorching look complete with one raised eyebrow and say, “The name is more than just Teenage. I think I’ve got other parts to keep.”

Secretly she liked the ring of Negasonic Warhead. It sounded even more badass in her mind than the full moniker, but twelve-year-old Ellie had been too excited by the idea of literally identifying as a teen. Until she turned nineteen, though, she could handle the middle, especially since no one ever used the full name anyway.

Except occasionally Wade, but he alternated that with so many insults and (often outdated) pop culture references that she didn’t really care.

“Negasonic,” Colossus called up the stairs. As usual, his voice carried without him actually raising his voice above typical speaking level. “Come down here. There is friend I want you to meet.”

Friend was not a typical word thrown her way. Negasonic knew Colossus had been trying to find her a nice friend ever since she’d buzzed her hair. It had been the same chin-length bob since before discovering her powers, and Negasonic had needed a change when she hit fifteen. She thought it made her look edgy. One of the more obnoxious preteens had said it made her look ready to beat someone up. She’d only somewhat threatened to beat him up for it.

Even now that she was letting it grow, Negasonic was more than happy to lean into that reputation whenever possible. She imagined this supposed friend would be easily intimidated with a scowl or two and that Negasonic could escape after a quick tour and a little awkward small talk.

She wasn’t expecting a perky pink-haired girl with gorgeous eyes to be waiting at Colossus’s side.

“Negasonic!” Colossus said enthusiastically, clamping a hand on her shoulder that was obviously oblivious to her gay panic. “This is Yukio. She will be joining X-Men.”

“Hello,” said the girl. She bounced forward--literally bounced--and stuck out her hand for Negasonic to shake. “It’s nice to meet you.”

She reacted on autopilot and shook the girl’s hand, trying not to focus on its soft warmth. “You too,” Negasonic said. Was her voice faint? Damn it! She’d gone through all this work to build a reputation, and it was all about to be undone by a single pretty girl.

“Colossus said we might have a lot in common.” Yukio’s eyes actually sparkled as she looked up at the metal man.

Negasonic looked up too, mostly to determine if he was having heat stroke from baking in his metal body all day. Aside from an affinity for nontraditional aesthetics, Negasonic couldn’t imagine what she and Princess Bubblegum had in common.

God, she needed to spend less time around Wade.

“Indeed,” Colossus said, giving Negasonic a firm thump on the back that almost sent her flying. “You two are same age, both sassy, both independent. I expect the two of you to be fast friends.”

As two pairs of eyes looked at her expectantly, Negasonic felt a bit of sweat building at the back of her neck. But gay panic or no, she couldn’t afford to be weird. If she screwed up this girl’s first day, Colossus might not forgive her. Plus, bangs that perfect and that pink couldn’t belong to a straight girl, right?

“We’ll see,” she said, trying to remain neutral outwardly. “Would you like a tour, Yukio?”

As Yukio beamed at her, Colossus gave Negasonic another affirming pat on the back. This one did force her to stumble a bit because she’d been so focused on not letting herself be blinded by the literal sunshine on Yukio’s face.

“Wonderful!” Colossus moved a couple steps down the hall. “I have paperwork to do—finalizing Yukio’s transfer to the team and figuring out her class schedule. I think she would like some of the same classes as you, Negasonic. You two have fun!”

Negasonic watched him gently thunder down the hall, her panic slowly rising toward the surface as she was left alone with the most beautiful girl she’d ever seen.

There was a twinkle in Yukio’s eye that made Negasonic wonder if the girl was onto her. Before she could process that idea, Yukio took a few bouncing steps up the stairs.

“So where do we start?” she asked, offering Negasonic a knee-weakening grin.

Negasonic swallowed hard. Time to hit the reset on her feelings because she’d never be able to function if this kept up. Pretending to become her usual moody self, Negasonic jerked her head in the direction of the grounds.

“It might rain. We would probably check out the training areas first.”

The smile Yukio sent back at her was more reserved than the ones from earlier, and Negasonic tried to pretend the smaller smile gave her a smaller reaction. Being a girl had its advantages for hiding such things.

…

As Negasonic thought back on the last hour, she wasn’t quite sure how Yukio had ended up on her bed.

They’d barely made it inside as the rain started up outside. Yukio had scrambled back toward the door with such zeal that Negasonic hadn’t been able to help running alongside her. They’d stumbled back inside laughing loud enough to prompt Colossus to stick his head out of his office. When he’d seen who it was, he simply smiled and let them be.

The downstairs hadn’t taken very long since many of the spaces were ones that they weren’t supposed to go in or had classes in progress. Negasonic was technically missing Latin, but she both hated it and was pretty sure Colossus would vouch for her. He seemed to be in that kind of mood today.

Upstairs was mostly dorms, and when Negasonic had pointed out her own bed, Yukio had collapsed onto it dramatically.

“I hope we’re roommates,” she said with a kind of dreamy earnestness that smacked Negasonic on her ass.

She sat down at the end of her bed, trying not to think about the fact that she’d never had another girl on it before. She didn’t have any female friends who did things like sit on each other’s beds to gossip. The closest she’d come was an offer to visit someone else’s bed when she’d snuck out to a local gay bar. She suspect the other woman had also lied her way in with a fake ID, but even with that suspicion, Negasonic hadn’t been able to justify to herself sleeping with someone she didn’t know, especially if that person thought she was over eighteen and named Alex instead of Ellie.

“We probably will be.” Negasonic shrugged and tried to look like she didn’t care one way or another. “They try to room people age alike. Since most of the other girls are under fourteen or at least eighteen, we’re pretty secluded. There were two other girls in the middle bracket. Both roomed with her, but neither of them talked to her much.

“Lots of guys though,” she added as an afterthought. Without meaning to, Negasonic watched for Yukio’s reaction.

There wasn’t one. Instead she leaned forward and looked expectantly back at Negasonic. “You have a really cool name.”

She didn’t know how to handle that. “Um, that’s the idea,” she said, annoyed by how easy she had been to fluster. “What about you? Is Yukio based on something?” Negasonic didn’t really know anything about Japanese culture, so she hoped it wasn’t something obvious.

“No,” the pink-haired girl replied. “It’s actually my real name.”

Negasonic furrowed her brows together. “Do you not have a name yet?”

She hadn’t when she’d first arrived, but Negasonic had still been relatively young. And Ellie had shed her name as quickly as she could.

Yukio shook her head, ponytail whipping around her face as she did so. “No, and I don’t want one.”

“But you have to have one.”

Yukio smiled, like she knew something Negasonic didn’t. “Actually I don’t. We have them for safety, but it’s not like any of us do anything to protect our identities.”

That was true. Some superheroes were ridiculous about keeping their identities secret, and while Negasonic could understand that perspective, it wasn’t true for a lot of mutants. Often their powers outed them, like hers had. Regardless the big players had their strong we shouldn’t have to hide agenda that they frequently pushed. Many mutants who could have otherwise kept their powers a secret, as she could now that she had much better control of them, readily revealed their identities. Masks weren’t exactly big around here.

It was easy for her, though. She didn’t have a secret identity because Negasonic felt much more like a name than Ellie ever had.

“Still,” Negasonic said. She didn’t know what she was trying to argue, but an argument felt like it needed to be made.

“I’m okay only have one identity,” she insisted. “Besides, my family call me Yuki anyway. Yukio is starting over in a way.”

“A new identity isn’t the same as starting over.”

Yukio simply looked at her, the playful indulgence easy to read. “No? Then why did Colossus call you Negasonic? Why do we all call him Colossus? There may be mutants who go by both readily, but for most of us, the new one is the only thing that matters.”

Maybe that’s why she’d always called Deadpool Wade. As near as she could tell, his alias was purely for professional purposes and because he thought it sounded cool. But to everyone who actually knew him, he was Wade. But despite basically dying multiple times without actually dying, Wade wasn’t a Before and After. It was weird because he literally looked nothing like he had before. (She’d seen the pictures. He was tolerable if you were into clean cut white men, which Negasonic wasn’t.) His personality hadn’t shifted at all, and he’d really just used his After as an extension of the same kind of personality and shit he’d done before. He was just more deadly because he couldn’t die.

Yukio angled her head as she studied Negasonic. In turn, Negasonic wanted to crawl under the bed.

“What’s your birth name?”

Negasonic bit her lip. That was the million dollar question, wasn’t it? “I don’t actually like it,” she admitted, hoping that would be enough.

That unfortunately didn’t seem to satisfy Yukio’s curiosity. “What not?”

Shrugging in an I-don’t-care way, Negasonic stared down at her bedspread. “I guess it never really fit.”

Yukio didn’t respond. The silence filled the space between them before expanding into the room as a whole. It left Negasonic ready to suffocate, and she couldn’t stop herself from willingly sharing her name for the first since taking on her superhero identity.

“I’m Ellie.”

“That’s a nice name,” Yukio said, “but you’re right. It doesn’t really fit you.”

Negasonic swallowed, glancing back up at Yukio. The seriousness she found on the other girl’s face transfixed her. They stared not uncomfortably at each other for longer than Negasonic cared to admit.

“What about El?” Yukio asked suddenly.

“It’s a nice letter,” Negasonic responded, not understanding where she was going with this.

As Yukio shook her head again, Negasonic let her eyes track the pink swinging hair again.

“Not the letter L. El as a shorthand for your name. It suits you.”

Negasonic paused as she thought about it. It felt less childish than Ellie and less girly too. “I like it,” she said. Without meaning to, she added, “I like you.”

Instantly Negasonic froze, ready to bolt form her own room of embarrassment. Yukio, to her credit, just grinned with all that sunshine Negasonic had noticed earlier.

“I like you too.”

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blackfodder · 5 years

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just to be safe

1.9k | Titans TV | bbrae | fluff

He would do it again, a million times over, eating a guy and all — the only downside to it was Rachel realizing he would agree to anything if she asked him for it.

Garfield Logan compares life now to life then and tries to navigate everyone telling him how he feels about Rachel Roth.

Gar realized he had sealed his fate with Rachel and Angela the night he disobeyed the Robin to break into a fortress. He would do it again, a million times over, eating a guy and all — the only downside to it was Rachel realizing he would agree to anything if she asked him for it.

So despite the fact that he had just found the perfect spot on the floor, device charged and ready. Kori and Dick out of the house and Donna missing. He knew plans had changed when Rachel and Angela walked in, hands clasped behind their backs and smiles on their faces.

Angela wanted a refresher on cooking the basics. It had been so long and she loved his pancakes, the best she could remember she had gushed. He really wanted to say no, he really wanted to play his game. But it was Rachel, and she had the gall to pout at him as if he’d actually say no. He thinks of what life could have been for a split second. Had his parents not died and his mom got pregnant with that little girl they always talked about. Would it be like this? A little sister who pouts and annoys him until he makes her and mom pancakes. He lets himself pretend for a few moments as he follows them out of the room.

The kitchen had been a horrible mess by the end of the day, and deciding that Angela needed the first shower to wash all the food from her long hair, Gar and Rachel took up cleaning duty.

Cleaning was easy, the dishwasher made the worst of it go fast. It wasn’t until they were both wiping down sticky counters and appliances that Gar took the chance to sneak a glance at Rachel. He wondered if she ever took off all those necklaces she wore. There was something sticky on the long one, leaving little drips over everything she had just wiped down. Did she wear them to bed? He had tried to do it once, with his parent's old dog tags. They always wound up choking him in his sleep, so he resorted to keeping them tucked away in a case in his pack. His parents would have liked Angela, and they would have liked Rachel too.

“Gar?” her voice snapped him out of the thought, and his gaze went from the necklaces on her neck to her eyes.

She was staring him down, clearly uncomfortable. But he couldn’t figure out what to say, and neither could she. So they stayed like that, awkwardly staring each other down five feet apart with a counter in between. She finally took in a sharp breath through her nose and her face relaxed, not into a smile, not into a grimace. Gar not sure what his face had looked like until that point, was ready to offer a smile in return, until a large whooping noise broke both their gazes and there stood Kori, Dick, and Donna Troy.

“Interrupting are we?” Kori teased out, earning a giggle from Donna. She had that same smile she gave him on the train ride here. Sickly is what it made Gar feel. He let his gaze flutter between the small group and Rachel, her face had gone stern again and her neck was slowly turning red underneath all those necklaces. Kori and Donna were laughing at each other about something she had said, and the uncomfortable pit in his stomach was screaming at him to come up with something stupid to add in, something to get him out of this situation. Until Dick saved the day, again.

“Kori,” it was stern but not mean and it got Donna and Kori to shut up. He turned to them, suddenly soft and light again, “I don’t like my ice cream warm thanks.” He pointed at the grocery bags in their hands with his own, also full of groceries and supplies and shoved past Gar to the fridge behind him. He had enough sense then to head out of the kitchen and couldn’t even bother to feel bad for leaving Rachael there alone.

He had spent the rest of the night cooped up in his room, waiting until he was sure everyone was in bed before trying for the bathroom. Luck of course, still managed to let him run into Angela, she paused for a second to let him through the tight hallway offering a soft, “Gar,” and his arm a firm squeeze as he slipped in the bathroom. No doubt someone told her about earlier. Or she figured it out herself.

He could feel the corners of his eyes burn remembering that morning in the kitchen of Batman's safe house. He had felt caught, dirty and uncomfortable when she brought up the way he looked at Rachel. What was wrong with him? He caught a look at himself in the mirror and stopped -- what was it they saw?

A memory pushed its way forward again, the first time he had been alone since he realized his parents were really gone. The little bathroom of a commercial flight back to the States, Dr. Caulder hadn’t let him leave his site until then. After everything that had happened between him and Rachel, he realizes now Caulder had been worried he’d run away. Only feeling at ease to let him out of his sight when they were thousands of feet in the air. If he hadn’t found Rachel he’d still be there, with Chief. No, trapped with Chief. If he didn’t stop staring at Rachel, how long before he couldn't be here anymore too?

Gar considered for a second if they kicked him out where he would go. Back home? Was that the Congo? He waited until the shower was running hot before letting himself cry under the water. Would it be weird to ask Angela for that hug after all?

It was nearing dawn when Dick had knocked on his door and asked him to follow him outside. It was so cold outside and Dick seemed so serious that all he had managed to grab were hit boots. When they made it out onto the front porch he let Dick stand in front of him, tall and looming, but all Gar could think was at least he was blocking his bare chest from the wind.

“Look, I don’t want to,” Dick furrows his brow, hands shoved deep in his brown jacket and looking away from him. He was embarrassed Gar thought. “I don’t want to put you on the spot here. I know Kori does it enough. But we need to talk about you and Rachel.”

He knew what he was going to say or had a good idea, it wouldn’t be the first time. At least he wasn’t getting kicked off the team with zero warning.

Back before everything, there was a girl from the Congo, Laure. She would walk past his parent's clinic every day with her mother. It took weeks to build the courage to approach her and say he liked her purple and orange dress. She laughed and confidently said she didn’t really like his clothes, the colors are boring she had told him. He added that stupid red bandana to his khakis. She loved it.

They eventually made it a habit of walking the road out of town together. Her mother walking a few feet ahead pretending not to listen in to their broken flirting, her French so different from his. It took another whole month until he let his hand brush against hers, and she instantly hooked their pinkies, looking straight ahead but smiling as bright as her purple orange dress. The next day two men came knocking on his parent's door and spent the better part of the morning yelling at his father. She didn’t walk into town after that. Her mother came alone.

“Garfield, I mean it.” Dicks' voice pulled him back to now. “Rachel doesn’t need that, you don’t need that. I want you both to focus on yourselves. You’re not just here because of her. Be here for yourself.”

Gar nodded, piecing together what he figured had been the gist of Robin v.1’s speech. “I am, I promise.”

He could see the wheels turning in Dick’s head, the way his eyes bore into him like he had a built-in lie detector he was booting up. He probably did, Batman tech and all.

“It’s not like that,” he said the words, firm and clear, like Rita when she was done with a conversation. Gar drew an imaginary ex over his chest, he was still him after all. He kept his gaze steady, meeting Dick with what he hoped was the right emotion. He seemed convinced.

“Right. Look, I didn’t mean to,” he was looking for the right words. Gar had always been good at picking up silent panic in people. Maybe because they smelled a little bad. Like someone just warming up for a workout.

“Well you know, teenagers. I was one.” Dick tried again with a laugh, “I was on a team with some you know, we had ground rules but we made them ourselves. I trust you two to do the same.”

He gave Gar a smile or an attempt at one, it was more of a grimace. He didn’t know how to end this conversation.

Gar stood up straight, and gave him a salute, “Sir, yes sir! You’ll see a list of ground rules on your desk first thing!”

Dick laughed, relief washing over his face and clapped him on the back. “You're a good kid Gar,” and with that left him alone on the porch.

There wasn’t much point in dragging himself back to bed. So he sat himself down on the steps leading down from the porch. He let himself float back to the memory of Laure.

It hadn’t been much, just two thirteen-year-olds learning what love was. Or what it could be. And despite only having held pinkies once, he cried for days. Because they had been friends first.

Eventually, his father explained that girls never end up with their first crush, it was better this way. If he found her again in the future he stood a better chance. His mother had yelled out in shock, “Mark! What kind of trash is that!” But his father only laughed and started teasing his mom about some Nicholas Galtry who she still held a torch for her.

Gar let his head lean against the banister and tried to work out his dad's logic. He wondered if Rachel had ever had a crush before. She mentioned a guy, Matt who stood up for her once. Rachel had insisted he was still a jerk anyway.

This was dumb, yes he liked her, but a friend is a friend. And what Dick said was true, he needed to be here for him. They could be friends first.

He let his leg swing down through the rails onto the ground and kicked the earth with the tip of his shoe, smiling at the thought of his mom and dad arguing over his first crush theory. “Well,” he whispered and scraped at a rock stuck in between the dirt. He got it free and kicked it up into the air. “Just to be safe, better make it two.”

Nope, he definitely didn’t like Rachel.

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fandomblues · 6 years

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English Girls [Billy Hargrove]

Fandom ; Stranger Things

Pairings ; Billy Hargrove x English!Reader, slight Steve Harrington x English!Reader

Summary ; You’re just as much of a player as Billy Hargrove and you’re out to let him know that

Warning(s) ; brief mention/description of sexual activities, slight voyeurism, swearing, some derogatory remarks about women, slight asshole!Billy

Word Count ; 2.9k+

Author’s Note ; This is one of the strangest things I’ve ever written, though I actually quite liked it. I know the Steve in this fic isn’t the most accurate, but this is purely fanfiction and nothing is accurate anyway. Let me know if you want to get tagged in my writings. Enjoy xx

| based off the song ‘English Girls’ by The Maine |

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He said,"Smoke whatever you've got left, it's getting late and we don't have much to lose."

Well she said,"English girls they just like sex."

I couldn't believe when he said

"I've got news for you, American boys do too."

A red car rolled into the parking lot of Hawkins High and as it turned in, everyone’s heads turned to give it a glance; including Billy. Billy observed how the wheels of the mystery car reflected the sunlight, showing off how sparkly clean and shiny they were, and how the candy red colour stood out from everyone else’s dull and boring vehicles. Except his, of course. Billy had always thought his car was pretty, but in the moment it had seemed that this new mystery student’s ride had taken his car’s number one position in the beauty pageant.

“Woah, check that out,” Max gasped. “It looks so cool.” Billy grunted at that. “It’s not that good looking,” he scoffed, pulling a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket and shoving an unlit joint into his mouth, letting it hang out between his lips. Max glanced at her step-brother and quirked an eyebrow. “Of course it isn’t,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. Billy’s head snapped to hers quickly and he stared her down. “What’d you say, little shit?” Max’s eyes widened when she realised that he had heard her comment and she immediately turned around, hopping onto her skateboard and flying off towards the middle school, desperately wanting to avoid Billy’s wrath.

Billy would deny it to his deathbed, but he was clearly thoroughly impressed by the bright 1964 Chevrolet Impala; until it pulled up right next to his car. Billy squinted as he attempted to peer through the sun-reflected windows to see who the naive person was, bold enough to park next to Billy Hargrove’s car. He placed his hands on his belt, puffing out his chest as he took on his gangster stance to intimidate whoever was going to come out of the pretty vehicle, but to his surprise, a girl stepped out.

A tight denim skirt hugged her hips perfectly, showing off her curves; her chest was covered by a tight bralette in a similar shade to her car. A leather jacket was thrown over her shoulders, expensive Ray Bans resting on the bridge of her nose, long locks held back by a red bandana headband. Black leather combat boots matching her jacket were worn on her feet, and it made a satisfying crunch as it made contact with the gravel ground when she stepped out.

Billy was surprised by the sight in front of him, and his shoulders slumped ever so slightly; his jaw dropping when he caught sight of the gorgeous dame. She caught sight of Billy in front of her and she tugged off her sunglasses, staring at him icily. “Can I help you?”

Billy was immediately thrown off by her thick accent. “You British?”

She raised her eyebrows, slamming the door of her precious car shut. “English,” she replied curtly, brushing by him without so much of a glance at the mullet-wearing boy. Billy got a whiff of her perfume as she walked by him. Roses and vanilla. He didn’t say much as she passed him by, his eyes raked down the length of her body, stopping at her hips as they swayed in the most sensual way with every step she took.

Billy smirked a little to himself as he yanked the unused cigarette out of his mouth and discarded it on the ground. Now this girl was someone he really wanted to get in his bed.

The fucking new kid was going to be the death of Billy Hargrove. In just a week, Y/N L/N had the entire male student body of Hawkins High wrapped around her finger; and there were rumours going around that she had already slept with the whole basketball team. Apparently Billy was the only guy on the team that she hadn’t had sex with. Apparently she was really good in bed and gave amazing blowjobs. And apparently even Steve Harrington had gotten it on with her; and Billy figured that was true, because he saw her getting into Steve’s BMW a few days after arriving to Hawkins High. Then Steve turned up to school the next day with a dumbass smile and a hickey on his neck.

Y/N had officially beaten Billy Hargrove’s record of sleeping with the most number of people in the shortest time. And Billy loathed her for it.

First, she had a nicer car than him. Then, she beat his sex record, and now she was the Ruler of Hawkins. She’d pretty much stripped Billy of his entire reputation.

Billy had decided to confront the new chick, teach her a lesson, intimidate her a little. Yeah, she was hot, but that didn’t mean she was entitled to taking everything away from him. Billy stood at his camaro after school, leaning against the hood as he waited for her to turn up to her car, which was still parked next to his.

Then he saw her approaching, and he raised an eyebrow when he saw Liam Carpenter glued to her side, following her. Like most of their run-ins, Y/N ignored the boy, not wanting to pay attention to him. She couldn’t deny that he was easily one of the most attractive boys at Hawkins, but she had learned of his reputation pretty quickly. He was competition, and there was no way she was going to sleep with the enemy. No matter how much she wanted to.

“L/N,” Billy’s deep voice spoke up as she passed by him to get into her car. He didn’t bother turning around to look at her. Liam paused and both Y/N and him exchanged glances. “Hargrove,” she greeted coldly, not quite wanting to stick around to hold a conversation with him.

“You should watch out.”

Billy’s words made Y/N pause and she narrowed her eyes at him. “What’re you talking about, Hargrove?” she asked. Billy turned around and glared at her. “You better take a few steps backwards. What? You think you run the school now just because you have money and a banging body?” he seethed. “I run this school, L/N.”

Y/N stared at the boy for a while, before she threw her head back and let out a sarcastic laugh. Billy kept his eyes trained on her as he growled. “Aw, baby, you jealous you ain’t popular anymore?” she taunted. “I do what I fucking want, Hargrove. It’s not my problem you’re now expired.”

Her accent was thick and noticeable in every word she spoke, and Billy would be lying if he said he didn’t find her accent fucking hot. But he covered up his attraction with a menacing stare. His jaw clenched, and breathed out heavily but didn’t say anything further. Y/N lips curled into a grin, and she blew a kiss at him. “Don’t get too riled up, babe. I’ll see you around,” she drawled.

With that, she got into her car and sped off with her new boy toy.

Y/N was pressed against the wall by Steve fucking Harrington, his slimy hands were on her, caressing the bare skin on her waist. She had on a tight black, satin dress that hugged her curvy body; It was a halter-collared dress, so it failed to show off any cleavage, but it was so short that she had her ass to display to everyone anyway. Her hair was pulled up into messy bun, lips fiery red and eyes smokey. Billy stood across the room watching as Harrington enjoyed himself with her. He whispered something into her ear, earning himself a giggle. Billy, on the other hand, wasn’t too happy.

Billy didn’t even know why. Maybe it was because she was hot, and he was just pissed at the fact that he was one of the only guys who hadn’t gotten a chance to touch her yet. Or maybe he just hated Steve. Could be both.

As the weeks went by, Billy had found himself more and more attracted to the English beauty. He wanted Y/N underneath him, whimpering and crying out his name while he rammed into her over and over again. He wanted to fuck her in his bed, but he also wanted to strangle her to death. She was both annoying and hot, and Billy hated himself for even liking his new nemesis in the first place.

He wasn’t the only one though, Billy caught the glances she threw to him every now and then; and when she was sure he was watching, she’d wiggle her ass, adjust her top to show more cleavage or do some teasing shit that would make Billy get a hard-on right in the middle of the hallway. She wanted him just as bad as he wanted her, even though both of them hated each other. She had imagined his fingers in her countless times, pretended that whatever guy that was busy pounding into her was the mullet-headed boy; she needed him badly.

However, both Billy and Y/N’s egos were the size of the universe, and there was no way in hell either of them were going to be the first one to give in. That was considered losing.

He watched as Steve’s hands trailed down her body and gripped at her ass, massaging it as he continued to whisper things to her. Probably some lewd shit. But whatever it was, she seemed to be enjoying it, as she continuously laughed at whatever he was saying and toyed with the belt loops of his jeans. Billy’s hand tightened around his beer bottle and his jaw clenched as he continued to burn holes into the side of her head. Then she turned around and her eyes met Billy’s.

A coy smirk made its way onto her face, and she reached up and whispered something to Steve, and then their lips were together. His hand snaked down under her dress and Y/N’s mouth dropped open in pleasure, giving off the message that Steve’s fingers were clearly inside her. She clearly had no qualms about getting fingered in the middle of a public space. Billy flushed red as he gripped his bottle so tight his knuckles turned white. He tried to turn away, but his eyes stared glued onto both his enemies. Eventually, he saw her grab onto Steve’s hand, and drag him through the crowd into the middle of the living room, where everyone was dancing, and she wrapped her arms around Steve’s neck as she began to sway her hips to music.

Billy growled and took a swig of his beer, turning away and making a beeline towards the backyard. He knew what she was doing; trying to rile him up and get him all flustered and mad. But he wouldn’t pay attention to her. Billy was smarter than that.

He stood outside, discarding his bottle and lighting up a cigarette to rid himself of frustration. His eyes scanned the yard, casually observing all the party-goers; making out, smoking, drinking, throwing up or doing some sort of dumbass dare. Twats.

“You got a light to spare, Hargrove?”

Billy’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull when he recognised the English accent. “No,” he rejected, not bothering to glance back at the girl. He tensed up when he felt her hand on his jacket clad shoulder, giving him a little massage. He smacked her hands away. “The fuck is your problem, L/N? Can’t you keep your slutty hands to yourself for one second?” he spat, whipping around and pushing her away, much to her surprise. He got up in her face, towering over the foreigner as he stared her down. She looked a lot sexier up close as she gazed up at him flirtatiously, taking her bottom lip between her teeth, clearly not that much affected by his aggression.

“Why are you mad, Hargrove? All I did was ask for a light.”

“I know what you’re fucking doing, L/N,” he growled, sending shivers down her spine at the domineering tone of his voice. “I’m not giving in. You can go back to fucking Harrington in the living room.”

She quirked an eyebrow and grinned at him mischievously. “Oh, so you were watching me and Steve?” Her hand moved up Billy’s chest and her pointer finger curled around one of Billy’s curls. “Did you enjoy the show?” she purred.

Billy narrowed his eyes at her but stayed silent. He did like seeing her face twisted in pleasure, but he certainly did not like the fact that it was Steve’s fingers inside of her and not his.

“He’s reeaaally good, you know, Hargrove?” Y/N giggled. “His fingers always feel amazing, he knows just what to do with them.”

Billy stared at her menacingly, silently warning her to shut up, but she continued with her lewd descriptions of Steve and her’s activities in the bedroom, until Billy’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her forward so he could bring his face down level with hers.

“You want a fucking light? You can have mine. Now shut the fuck up.”

Billy plucked his cigarette from his lips and shoved it between Y/N’s red lips. He released his harsh grip on her wrists, turning round and pulling out a new stick to light up.

“Jealous, Hargrove?” she asked, sauntering up to him and leaning against the pole opposite him. Billy scoffed. “Don’t let your ego inflate too much there. Only a rabbit would be jealous of you.”

“Not me. You’re jealous of Harrington, aren’t you?”

Billy ignored the girl, focusing on his cigarette as he puffed out smoke. “You want to be the one fucking me,” she continued, smirking. “I don’t blame you, really. If you want me, you can just say it, you know?”

Billy laughed. “Sure thing, princess. I’ll hit you up once my collection of whores get stale, but I don’t think I need to point out that every girl in Hawkins wants me, so you may need to wait quite a while for my phone call,” he shot back.

“Every girl, huh? You may need to double check your data or the source you’re getting that information from, because last time I checked, I didn’t want to fuck you.”

Billy’s lips curled up into a cheeky smile and he licked his lips as he stared at her flirtatiously. “You may not want to fuck me, but you may want to suck me off. Or have my tongue in you.”

Y/N stared at him, clearly at a loss for words as she failed to come up with another comeback. Billy celebrated inside a little. She turned away from him, looking straight ahead while she continued smoking on the rest of Billy’s old cigarette.

Billy cleared his throat. “So which part of the UK are you from?” he asked casually.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “What are we? Friends now? What’s with the small talk?”

“No need to be so harsh, I was just trying to be nice but if you want me to be an asshole then sure.”

She kept silent for a while before she turned to Billy, glancing up at him. “I said I’m English. I’m from England. Birmingham.”

“Why did you move to the US then? Especially a shit town like Hawkins? Why didn’t you move to California or some shit?”

“What is this, an interrogation session?” she questioned. Billy glared at her. “I’m just asking. Stop being such a bitch about everything.” Y/N shrugged, puffing out some smoke. “I can’t help being a bitch around people I don’t like,” she sighed. Billy rolled his eyes at that.

“Mom died. Dad wanted a ‘fresh start’ as if running away from a place was going to suddenly make us forget about all the bad stuff,” Y/N stated nonchalantly. “I didn’t want to leave, but nobody in the rest of our family would take in a screw up like me, so here I am.”

Billy stayed silent as he listened to her and when she finished, he chuckled. “Huh, funny. I have the exact same story.” Y/N looked at him and raised her eyebrows, almost in disbelief. “Looks like we actually have somethin’ in common, princess,” Billy winked, throwing his cigarette on the floor and stepping on it to put it out.

And for the first time that night, Y/N cracked a genuine smile. Not a sarcastic one, not a flirty one; but a real smile of happiness. It disappeared just as quick as it appeared, unfortunately. She looked a lot prettier when she wasn’t marching around with a mask over her face, Billy thought. He dismissed that thought quickly though. It was clear that both of them weren’t ones to discuss cheesy affairs of the heart.

“So, uh... what’s the deal with all your little boy toys?” Billy asked, moving over to lean against the pole next to her. Y/N didn’t make a move to push him away. “You trying to find a good guy to be friends with benefits with? Numb the pain? Or...”

She shrugged as she finished smoking, putting out the joint underneath her heel like Billy had done with his boot. “Oh, I’m English. And in case you didn’t know, English girls just really like sex, Hargrove.”

Billy bit on his bottom lip as he looked down at the girl, who gazed at him sultrily, with the same seductive look in her eyes that Billy had. “Well I’ve got news for you, sweetheart, American boys do too.”

With that, she grabbed onto his hand and both of them bolted into the house and up the stairs, flinging themselves at each other when they found privacy in an empty bedroom.

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phencyclidinc · 6 years

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Acquired Business - A SPN Hunter verse

brought to you (aka the people entirely to blame for) by the bae @ameliorenous and the bae @creaturesxfhabit

What's a kid like you doing coming after us, hm? Did mommy and daddy get killed and now you want revenge?

She remembers every detail of the first time she saw a demon. Couldn't forget it if she tried. And try she did.

She had been in her third semester of Mechanical Engineering in Columbia, and despite being a top of the class student and the captain of the basketball team, she still felt like an outsider. Most nights, she either went to the gym or out running until she was exhausted enough to sleep.

With music in her ears, Chris was making her way back to her apartment when she saw movement out of the corner of her eyes, which had her retreating a few steps and looking down an alley. She saw a man and a woman. One of his hands clamped over her mouth and the other around her neck. She couldn't hear whatever it was he was saying, but she didn't need to. Her body moved on its own, running up to them and breaking them apart.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

Before she could move to stand between the woman and who she thought was her assailant, black took over her eyes and she laughed. A sound filled with mocking joy and such cruelty that every now and then she still hears it in her dreams. Black smoke rose from her mouth and her body crumpled to the floor, leaving Chris rooted to the spot.

"Fuck!" The man cursed and turned towards her. "What did you-"

She remembered squaring herself and shoving him away from her, hard enough that he nearly fell backwards. "Don't fucking touch me! You were just choking a woman in a dark alley!" Only she already knew that wasn't a woman.

"I- I wasn't." She saw it in his face, how his temper cooled and he seemed to realize what it must have looked like from her point of view.

"What the fuck was that?"

He looked away from her and to the body, crouching down to check for vital signs they both knew would be missing. "...You're better off not knowing."

"You expect me to just forget about it?"

"Yes." The harsh finality in his voice had her growing even more defensive, eyes unsure on whether she should watch him or the body as he stood again. "If you're lucky, you'll never see anything like it again." Her shoulders rose tensely as his hand reached behind himself and remained there even after he'd pulled out a card with nothing but a number. "If not, call me."

Chris remembered how she felt when taking the card: caught in a haze of numbness and confusion. Things went a little blurry after that. He told her to go. Reassured her he would take care of it. She didn't want to know what he meant by that.

After running straight home, she locked the door, doubled-checked all the windows of the small apartment and sat in silence, flipping the card between her fingers. Too afraid to sleep, every little sound made her jump until she finally dozed off in the couch, only to be woken by her doorknob hitting the floor.

She leapt to her feet as a guy she'd never seen before casually walked in, heading straight to her with a smirk that revealed the true nature of whatever was wearing that man's skin. "As a thank you for what you did before, I'll make you my new meatsuit. And what a suit it is."

It felt like her heart was going to beat itself right out of her chest, but she kept her cool as best as she could. It wasn't the first time she was fighting for her life and she fought men who were bigger and stronger than herself all the time.

She deflected his outstretched hand, scored her elbow straight to his solar plexus and... nothing. He simply reached with his other hand and grabbed her by the neck, lifting her as if she weighed nothing and instantly reminding her that this was the first time she was facing whatever it was.

Before even the panic could take root inside her, she heard a familiar voice speaking in Latin and saw the man from before coming towards them with a bottle in his hand. The clear liquid burned and smoked wherever it touched the creature, making it hiss and loosen its grip just enough for her to kick him away.

From there, her body took over again, landing a bit awkwardly on the floor before moving to drop the twitching man on the ground while the chant continued to weaken him. Following the example of what she'd seen before, Chris put her knee to his throat and covered his mouth with both hands, holding him down while they were both doused in the liquid that seemed to have no effect on her.

At the end of what she recognized as an exorcism, it was as if the universe itself felt that last hint of skepticism inside her and promptly crushed it by having the dark smoke from before push her hands back as it violently rose out of the man's mouth and made a downward arch, disappearing into the ground.

She backed away from the body with a visible tremble just starting to take over her fingers, half soaked in holy water and the lingering sensation of an overwhelming strength closing around her neck.

"I figured it'd come after you." The Hunter said as if it explained everything. "You're lucky I followed you."

"You used me as bait, you mean." She retorted, pushing herself up to her feet and deciding not to waste time feeling scared of what she'd just witnessed when she could use it to get answers instead.

"It's done now." He didn't even bother denying it, putting the bottle away on the inside pocket of his jacket. "It was just a piddly foot soldier looking for a new vessel. It wouldn't have told anyone else about you. It happened. It's over. You can make a clean cut and move on. Most people aren't this-"

"Call me lucky again and I'll punch you." She warned, barely holding onto the aggressively defensive energy still keeping her muscles tense. "Tell me. Explain it to me. Everything. You owe me as much for letting it follow me back to my house."

She remembered the weary sigh the hunter let out and how they sat down around her coffee table despite the freshly exorcised corpse a few feet away. Remembered asking him what happened to the person the body had belonged to, if she'd been the one to kill him, to which he explained that the demon was in a hurry and probably didn't bother keeping the host alive. She now knows that was a kindness on his part.

She ended up helping him get rid of the body - it was, after all, in her apartment. Asked him all the questions she could think of and more, listened to every word he said no matter how ludicrous it seemed to think that all the cliche monster stories exhaustively exploited by movies and books and every type of media available had counterparts in the real world that had actually originated them.

They talked for the entire night and well into the morning. Then he left. Off to another job. But not before making sure she kept his number. Just in case.

"Nope." Chris answers the demon handcuffed to the chair bolted to the concrete floor of her workshop at the center of the painted devil's trap. They’re always so annoyed by it, they never really notice the mirrored one scorched into the ceiling. "Didn't have any family even before I met you guys. Which pretty much gives me a leg up, don't you think?" She doesn't know if that Hunter is still alive, but she remembers seeing the edges of yellowed pictures poking out of a secret pocket in his journal. A weakness for sure, but also a reason to fight for, she can only guess.

She tried to forget about all of it. Focused on her grades and on her games and kept moving forward. But the memory of black eyes and black smoke invaded her sleeping hours and eventually spilled to her waking ones. She'd sometimes catch a flicker of dark sclera a fraction of a second before they disappeared behind a flutter of eyelashes, or smell sulfur in odd places and random people.

She ended up changing her major and graduated as a Chemical Engineer. With a minor in classical languages. She'd always had an interest in languages, after all. Fresh out of university and with a great research job at a big pharmaceutical company, she became an apprentice to a blacksmith, using whatever free time she had to master the craft. Out of mere curiosity.

The second time she met a demon, she was more than ready for it. And after that, she couldn’t pretend not to notice things anymore.

Turning away from her distilling setup, she faces the one she has trapped and gives the question a bit more thought. "It was just an acquired business." Shrugging, she unrolls a leather case atop her counter and singles out a wrought iron knife she'd forged, etched handpicked sigils onto and quenched in holy water. "Now. Shall we begin?"

#v: acquired business

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bubblegumwitchswriting · 6 years

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Chasing Dreams

Pairing: Will/Nico (plus very minor Percabeth - more if I continue this)

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15705150

Summary: Inception AU. Nico works a job with forger Will Solace, and crashes one of Will's dreams.

They were in Paris. Nico wasn't fond of Paris. The city of love mocked him: every street seemed to have a dark-haired, green eyed man with a blonde girlfriend hanging off his arm, staring at him with simpering, limpid eyes. That - that wasn't fair to Annabeth. She was smart, and fierce and the best damn architect in the business. It made sense they were working with her, just as it made sense that Percy had fallen for her. Making sense didn't make it hurt less.

He'd grown sick of the two of them working together so flawlessly, as well as Leo and Jason's arguments about various technical aspects of the plan. He’d gone out for fresh air, and possibly coffee since it had been another long night discussing boring, but crucial technical details. The others thought he was a black coffee, espresso person but he ordered what was essentially a version of a cappuccino. It was good, but didn't beat the coffees he'd had growing up in Italy. He drank slowly, watching the city pass, dragging out the time until he'd be compelled to return to the flat they'd set up base in.

It was crudely furnished with only the essentials, and too small to comfortably house the six of them. They were all old acquaintances, most people in the business were, but the six of them had never worked together as a team before and after a week there were still arguments as they found their feet. Jason and Percy clashed most frequently, both used to leading. The job had been Jason's idea, but Percy had come up with the more detailed plan which made things worse.

Nico, as the one who had to force their visions into reality, make them work in the real world and make sure everything was in the right place at the right time got conflicted requests he usually had to deny which wasn't making him any friends. It was giving him a headache and pushing him towards antisocialism rather than just plain and simple introversion.

The door to the flat was stiff and he had to give it a shove with his shoulder before the swollen wood gave and the door heaved open. Looking in at the living room at first he thought all the others were out, but then he saw Will lying back in an chair, the sun falling across his face and lighting up his hair a soft gold. His eyes were closed and at first Nico thought he was just asleep, but then he saw the PASIV, connected to his furthest arm, almost out of sight.

Nico wasn't sure how he felt about Will. He'd met the blonde a couple of times before, always as a friend of a friend, an acquaintance of an acquaintance. Will had served as an army nurse for a time before moving into the dreams business. His speciality, surprisingly, was forgery and he was good. His medical talents were also a bonus, both in dream and out of it, and he probably had the best knowledge of the PASIV of all of them, even Jason who spent far too long chasing dreams. Will was calm under pressure and though he had a sharp tongue and a wicked smirk, he was easy going and more stable than any of the others.

So Nico wasn't really sure why he didn't like him. Except, that wasn't exactly right because it wasn't even that he didn't like him. He also couldn't place what it was. Whenever there were together they seemed to bug each other. They bickered. It was mostly harmless. Sometimes Will would get the upper hand, sometimes Nico would. A victory never felt like much of a big deal, nor a defeat a particular loss, but they kept arguing anyway.

He walked towards the PASIV. He didn’t usually invade other people’s dreams, but something had him hooking himself up to the device.

The first thing Nico noticed about Will’s dream was that it was really warm, far warmer than Paris in January. A light breeze ruffled the fields of wheat. Under the shade of the porch Nico shrugged his jacket off. Will had his eyes closed in the dream as well as in reality but he noted Nico’s presence with a laidback self-mocking salute.

Will opened his eyes.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. He didn’t sound annoyed, just curious.

“Practice,” Nico said with a shrug. It was plausible enough. Jason had been insisting that they all need to get to know each other, to understand how the others work to ensure that the operation ran as smoothly as possible.

Will nodded, closing his eyes again.

“So, what have you figured out about me from my field of wheat?”

Nico wasn’t exactly the most sensitive individual on the planet admittedly, but he did know better than to ask Will where the dream was based on. He was beginning to regret crashing.

“That you like boring scenery?” Nico suggested.

He sat down on the deck, placing his hands down on the rough wood. He was impressed with Will’s detail for what was clearly just an escape from the confines of the flat, a chance to see the horizon instead of a slightly seedy Paris street in a slightly shabby area.

Will smiled at the sky.

“I like the space,” he said, with unexpected honesty.

Nico looked up at the sky.

“It’s not bad I suppose,” he said. A complete compliment didn’t completely sit right with him, but he did admire Will’s work. The sky was slightly darker than the pale Paris morning offering and was streaked with moody grey clouds. The sun outlined the wheat in gold. It wasn’t the busy suburban landscapes or overstuffed and crowded rooms Annabeth had been recreating faithfully, but it was deceptively detailed inside its simplicity.

Nico took a breath. The air smelt of peaches.

“It’s not is it?” Will answered, not rising to the bait. He seemed even more languid than usual, not interested in their usual barbed banter. It was a change of pace Nico hadn’t expected and it threw him.

“The others are a bit of a pain right?” Will commented, a slight gleam in his blue eyes. “It’s nice to escape every once in a while.”

Nico nodded. He got that. He didn’t get this new side of Will. He seemed calm but there was something underneath, something boiling in the distance like the storm clouds Nico could see on the distant horizon. He was distant, engaging in conversation but only really going through the motions. Nico almost missed the sharp bite of their arguments, when Will was familiar.

The wood under Nico’s fingertips had a slight warmth.

“I know this whole thing is a teamwork kind of gig,” Nico said. “But I keep thinking this will be the last one. I’m not really a team player.”

Will glanced at Nico, sharp surprise written in his face.

“You want out?” he asked. His calm had slipped for the first time.

Nico frowned, shrugged.

“These aren’t really my people.”

Will turned to the horizon where the storm was gathering.

“I thought you and Jackson –“

“Jackson and me what?” Nico snapped, before he could stop himself. He was an adult goddammit. He had an apartment, that admittedly he hardly ever visited because he was usually globetrotting on illegal covert missions, but it was his. He would do taxes if was a more honest person. And yet a mention of Percy and he was snapping back into a stupid, paranoid love-sick teenager.

“I thought you went way back. Were good friends.”

Oh. That rumour. They did go way back, but friends was pushing it. There was time Nico might have filled the annoying kid brother role, way back when the both of them were starting out. But Percy didn’t especially want an annoying kid brother, and Nico had fallen way too quickly for that to be what he wanted Percy to see him as. A mission had gone wrong and Nico blamed Percy. It was easier than sticking around.

No. They weren’t good friends.

There was a rustle in the wheat.

“You’re going to get kicked out of here soon,” Will commented. He was sitting back again, one arm thrown over his face. For the first time Nico noticed a letter dangling from his other hand. He’d seen the outside of that letter briefly out in the real world, before Will had snatched it up and taken it out of sight.

The sky was getting darker.

“Want a wake up call?” Will asked.

Before Nico had a chance to answer, Will shoved him hard and he was falling sideways off the deck which suddenly seemed not feet off the baked ground but miles.

He woke with a sharp jolt in a chair in the flat. He blinked, disorientated, turned to see Will still lying asleep in the chair. Barely a minute had passed.

He sat up slowly, watching as Will began to wake. He focused on removing the PASIV’s needle from his arm, deliberately not looking at Will: he’d been so different in the dream, Nico felt like the world had been swept out from under his feet.

“Did you mean what you said?” Will asked as he fiddled about with the PASIV.

“Which part?” Nico asked.

“The part about leaving,” Will said sharply.

Nico shrugged.

“Don’t pretend you’d miss me,” Nico answered. He still couldn’t quite face Will so he didn’t see his expression, couldn’t gage his response.

“Oh I wouldn’t,” Will said, breezy and carefree all of a sudden: almost too breezy, too carefree. “It was nice having someone to argue with a guess, but you’re nothing special. There are plenty of point men out there. In fact, we might as well replace you now.”

Nico flipped him off in response, but was saved answering by Jason’s return.

“I’ve had a thought,” Jason announced.

“And I can’t wait to hear it,” Will said. Nico heard the trace of irony in Will’s voice. He didn’t know if Jason did.

The two of them walked over to the dining table and spread out one of the blueprints. Jason spoke, Will responded monosyllabically at first but then with more interest. Nico stayed in the armchair, staring out at the city of love. He’d been so convinced it was the right thing to do to leave the business, to leave all the bad memories behind. Listening to Jason and Will his conviction waver.

One more mission. One more mission, then he’d see.

#chasing dreams #pjo #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Will solace #will solace/nico di angelo #Nico di Angelo #percy jackson #jason grace #annabeth chase #leo valdez #solangelo

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spideyschelles-blog · 6 years

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Feelings For You - Chapter 1

Michelle is dating Nick and Nick and Peter have been best buds since they were kids. But what Nick doesn’t know is that Michelle and Peter are harboring secret feelings each other. How does Michelle deal with her feelings for her boyfriend of nearly two years and her hidden emotions towards his best friend? How does Peter deal with the fact that he’s in love with his best friend’s girlfriend? (POV will be switched every chapter).

Chapter 1

Michelle It’s a Friday night and I’m getting ready for Peter Parker’s annual back to school party. Peter is my boyfriend’s best friend and teammate; it’s been this way since they kicked it off at their first youth football practice when they were ten years old.

Nick and I have only been together for about two years. He was the first person I met when I was new to Midtown High School and who I kind of latched onto during the first few months of school. A few days after me being at Midtown I tried out for the cheerleading squad and my prior competition experience from my other school allowed me to become the captain of the team the following year. So, I guess you could say that Nick and I are your cliché football player and cheerleader couple.

I like Nick a lot but sometimes I feel like besides the fact that we like to put on a show for other people and enjoy making out, we don’t actually have a lot in common. And this might sound bad but when I was a freshman getting with Nick seemed like the best way to get people to know who Michelle Jones was. My phone buzzes on the charger and I rest my beauty blender on the white vanity in front of me to check who it is. It’s a text from Nick. Just picked up alcohol. Gonna drop it off at Peter’s and then come get u. Nick used to use his older brother’s old ID to get alcohol but now he goes into the liquor store on 15th street so much that they don’t even card him anymore. He’s dropping the alcohol off at Peter’s which gives me approximately ten minutes to finish getting ready so I rush the last few steps of my makeup routine which consists of me putting on concealer and an unhealthy amount of mascara. When I finish taming my curls I head downstairs to wait for Nick in the living room where my family is watching a movie. I plop down on the couch next to my 10 year old sister Ava who’s sporting a matching Moana pajama set and a messy bun. “Where are you going?” She asks without looking up from the television screen. My mom, dad and Ava have a movie marathon every Friday; this how they bond since dad lives at work on the weekdays. Mom is already passed out in the recliner seat with a glass of wine threatening to spill all over her lap and dad is so invested in the action movie that I don’t think he even notices my presence. “Party at Peter’s,” I reply, taking a handful of popcorn out of the bowl on her lap and shoving it in my mouth. She makes a face. “I like Peter. He isn’t mean like Nick.” “Nick isn’t mean,” I say while chewing. “You just like Peter because he gives you extra sprinkles when I take you to May’s.” May’s is an ice cream shop about five minutes away from my house. Peter’s aunt May and his uncle Ben joined the ice cream business when they were really young and now they have five locations in New York and a really high ranking. Ben passed away when Peter was thirteen and ever since Peter’s been picking up shifts and helping May run the place. I honestly would not expect anything less from because he genuinely likes helping people out; that’s just the type of person he is.

“Okay true. But I still don’t like Nick!” she emphasizes. My dad finally decides to join the conversation by lowering his neck and whispering in Ava’s ear loud enough so I can hear. “I don’t like him either kid.” Ava giggles and I roll my eyes. “You guys are so immature,” I make sure to emphasize every syllable in the word immature so they get the point. My dad playfully puts both palms up in defense and I try to hide my laughter. My dad isn’t too fond of Nick because he always makes up excuses so he doesn’t have to stay over for dinner and it hurts mom’s feelings. Just when I’m about to say something else I get a text from Nick saying that he’s outside. “Wellll I wouldn’t want to intrude on the ‘I hate Nick’ club or anything so I’m just gonna go,” I say, getting up and making my way to the front door. Just as I’m about to close the door I hear my dad yell. “Remember no later than two o’clock!”

“Got it Pops,” I yell back loudly. It’s a chilly fall night which is great because sometimes Peter’s parties get so packed that I have no choice but to go outside for fresh air. As I get closer to Nick’s range rover I hear rap music blasting through his speakers and see him bumping his head to the beat of whatever song is playing. I open the door and hop in, immediately putting my seat belt on before greeting him because he drives way too fast for my liking. “Hey hot stuff,” He yells over the blaring music, pulling out of the driveway and making his way to Peter’s.

“Hey,” I say smoothly. “I thought you were gonna drop the liquor off at Peter’s.” I kick the forty pack of beer at my feet and turn my head to see the rest of the alcohol lying on the back seat. “Wait sorry what are you saying?” He questions turning the music down to a decent volume. “I said. I thought you were gonna drop the stuff off before you came to get me.” He scratches the back of his neck with one hand while keeping his right on the steering wheel. “Oh uh. Yeah well I thought it would just make more sense to get you first since Parker lives a few streets down from you.” I cock my head to the side and look at him funnily. “Yeah but I thought you didn’t like to drive around with alcohol in your car.” “Yeah well don’t make it a big deal. There are barely any cops on the road tonight.” “Okay tough guy,” I punch him in the arm playfully and laugh but I notice that he’s more tense now. “Okay I didn’t mean to spook you I was just wondering,” I say when he doesn’t laugh with me. “I know I know,” he says back but his emotions don’t change. He turns the music back up and we don’t talk for the rest of the ride. We pull up in front of Peter’s house not long after and Nick turns the ignition off. His phone buzzes in his pocket but he doesn’t make a move to look at it. “Probably Parker, let’s go,” He announces while swiftly picking the beer up from my feet and getting out. I get out and notice that I’m annoyed with Nick because of the way he’s acting. When he comes to my side of the car he pays me no attention and piles the other bags of alcohol onto the box of beer. Instead of asking if he needs help I decide to make him struggle and walk up the steps that lead up to Peter’s house. Music is already playing through the loud speakers but there’s barely anyone here because it’s still early. I say hi to the few football players that are in the living room and make my way to the kitchen knowing for a fact that Peter is still setting up in there. When I enter the room Peter’s back is turned away from the doorway and I see that he’s adding different kinds of fruit flavored juices to a cooler that I suppose is going to be the jungle juice for the party. He’s wearing a red flannel and light blue jeans and his brown hair is slicked back like how it is every day. I decide to poke him on the back to get his attention which is a bad move because he jumps and drops an entire liter of juice. “Jesus fuck,” he curses. I cover my mouth with my hands and speak through them, giggling uncontrollably. “Oh my gosh I forgot you scare easily, Parker.” “Ha ha,” he says assessing the mess that he made because of me. I look around the room and when I see the paper towels I run over to grab them and toss them in Peter’s direction; to my surprise he catches the roll with one hand. “Hey you don’t play football by any chance, do you?” I mess with him while walking back over to the actual mess. “You’ve got jokes tonight huh?” “Plenty.” He rolls his eyes playfully and gets on his knees to clean up the spill. “Well why don’t you make yourself useful and pour the rest of the juices in the mix.” I put my right hand up to my forehead to and pretend like I’m saluting him and he just shakes his head while laughing. Peter and I have always had a playful relationship which is why I enjoy being around him. Everyone likes him because he’s super funny, attractive and you don’t have to be really close friends with him to have a good conversation. If it isn’t Nick who girls want, and can’t have for obvious reasons, its Peter. “Where Dick?” He asks. Dick is a name Peter came up with for Nick when they were in eighth grade because Nick dumped his middle school girlfriend in front of all of her friends on her birthday. I open my mouth to answer and Nick comes bustling into the kitchen with the drinks. “So nice of you to help Michelle,” he sets the beverages on the ground and looks up at me in disbelief. I give him a tight, sarcastic smile with no teeth. He shakes his head before turning to Peter so they can do their man handshake. “What’s up man! Ready for the best banger of the century?!” “You bet,” he says excitedly, walking to the trash can to throw the now wet paper towels away. “Oh, and May doesn’t want your ass driving home tonight so I hope you packed a bag.” “Can I sleep in her bed,” He winks and Peter winces. “Nick why do you have to be so gross?” I question him, annoyed. I pour the last bit of juice into the cooler, moving away so Peter can mix in the alcohol. “Jesus, It was just a joke Mj!” He shoots back with his hands up. I ignore him and move to the other side of the kitchen. “Yeah Dick don’t be so gross,” Peter thumps him on the back of the head and moves away quickly so that Nick doesn’t have time to hit him back. “I’m gonna get you for that by beating your ass in pong,” he points at Peter and nods his head. “We’ll see about that. I beat you the last time.” Peter says triumphantly and I laugh at how proud This is how he always gets when he beats Nick at something. Nick gives him a dirty look before gulping down a beer and then grabbing another; in that moment I can tell that this is not going to be a sober night for him at all. *** The crowd grows larger as the night moves on. It’s now eleven o’clock and I think I overheard Peter saying there’s almost a hundred people here. I have no idea where Nick is and I’m pretty content with not knowing because I’m having a good time. I’m on the couch giggling with my best friend Liz, who’s also the co-captain of the cheer team, and we’re on our way to being more than wasted. “Is it just me or is Peter looking way too good tonight?” She questions, swaying to the beat of ‘In my feelings’ by Drake. I glance at Peter and look at his profile. He’s playing beer pong with Ned, who Nick has always been jealous of because Ned and Peter are clearly closer, and they’re high fiving after having made a perfect shot. His hair has grown a lot since last year so now he looks a lot like prince charming. My eyes move down to his arms; I tilt my head and wonder if his triceps have actually gotten bigger or if I must be really drunk. “Yeah I guess he does. You should go for him,” I say. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m so serious,” I nudge my shoulder with hers. “Like you said he looks pretty hot tonight.”

“I only said it because you were thinking it,” she raises her eyebrow and takes a gulp of her drink. At the rate she’s drinking she’s going to have the biggest hangover in the morning.

“Pfft I was not. May I remind you that I have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah but everyone knows you and Peter have like some unspoken tension,” Liz says knowingly.

“Okay one, there is no unspoken tension. Two, Peter and I are just friends so stop being weird you’re making me uncomfortable,” I sneak another look at Peter which I guess isn’t so sneaky because when I give Liz my attention again she’s smirking at me.

“Not another word from you,” I say. I see that my cup needs a refill so I use that as an excuse to get away from Liz before she starts interrogating me some more.

In the kitchen, there are a few people lingering around the island making small talk while others are raiding Peter’s pantries looking for food. I’m too drunk to tell them to have some respect for his house so I just head to the punch to get another refill.

Just as I’m finishing scooping juice into my cup I feel someone tap my shoulder lightly and I already know who it is. I turn around to see that Peter’s standing in front of me with low, drunk eyes and a smirk on his face.

“See that’s how you’re supposed to get someone’s attention. Not by scaring them half to death,” he says.

“I didn’t know me poking you would scare you like that,” I lean my back against the island casually and he takes a step towards me, grabbing my cup and taking a sip of my drink before speaking again.

“More like aggressively plunging your finger into my spine.”

“Whatever Parker. Anyways aren’t you supposed to be playing pong?” I ask him, using my neck to point in the direction of where the table is set up.

“Beating everyone was getting old. I need some real competition, where the hell is Nick?” He looks around for a minute trying to locate him but he fails.

“I have no idea but I guess I should try to find him before he does something stupid.”

He laughs. “Good point. I’ll help you look for him.”

We go outside first to make sure Nick isn’t passed out in any bushes because believe it or not, we have found him in that situation several times. When there’s no sign of him in the backyard or in the front of house we go back inside to check the upstairs area.

“He’s either passed out in my bed or puking,” Peter says and I giggle because his words are true. For a person who likes to go so hard at parties, Nick is definitely the biggest lightweight I know.

We check in Peter’s room first but it’s vacant much like the rest of upstairs. No one is allowed to come up here unless the downstairs bathroom is being occupied but other than Peter always makes it clear that upstairs is off limits.

When we can’t find Nick, we decide to take a break and sit against one of the hallway walls with our knees unintentionally touching. Peter let’s out a sigh while leaning his head back before speaking with closed eyes.

“Do you ever wonder what It’d be like if you met me first?”

I look at him with curious eyes. “What do you mean?”

Now his eyes are open and they’re looking at me intensely. “Like do you think...” he hesitates. “Do you think it could’ve been me and you instead of you and Nick?”

I don’t know what to say. Whenever Peter is intoxicated and Nick isn’t around he says things he wouldn’t normally say. This isn’t the first time he’s bringing the topic up and I don’t think it will be the last time.

“You can’t say things like that,” I whisper. Now I’m looking at him and he’s looking at me and even though there’s so much noise downstairs, it suddenly feels so quiet up here.

He lifts his hand up to caress my left cheek. “I know,” he says back. He clears his throat before dropping his hand and looking away from me and now I’m left feeling confused like how I always am when Peter is like this.

Just as I’m about to say something to break the awkward silence Nick stumbles out of Peter’s room with the red cup he’s been holding for what seems like all night. Peter and I stand up too quickly probably making ourselves look a little suspicious but Nick doesn’t realize.

“Babbyyy,” Nick slurs. He walks over to me and grabs me my the waist with one hand before giving me a forceful kiss on the lips. I don’t like it when Nick gets rough but I feel so guilty right now that I give in to it.

I pull away and hold the base of his neck. “Where were you?” I ask.

“Found myself laying in Peter’s closet, no idea how I got there,” he slurs, pulling me in for another kiss. He’s being so affectionate right now that all of the annoyed feelings I had towards him earlier in the night go away.

I forget that Peter is standing there so I pull away. “I should probably get going. Liz’s dad is picking us up and I don’t want my dad waiting up for me.”

“Noo staaayy,” Nick whines.

I ignore him and look at Peter. “Make sure he eats before he goes to bed. You know how he is when he gets a hangover.”

Peter nods but doesn’t say anything. Nick let’s go of my waist and sits where Peter and I were just minutes ago so I take this as my cue to leave to go and find Liz so I can tell her to call her dad.

***

I’m home now and laying in my bed; whenever I try to close my eyes to fall asleep I feel dizzy. Peter’s words are still haunting me and now I cannot stop thinking about how his arms would feel around my waste in this moment.

I know it’s wrong of me to think about being with Peter instead of Nick but this isn’t the first time I’ve thought about it just like it isn’t the first time Peter has, in some way, brought up us being together.

And the unsettling thing is I know it definitely won’t be the last.

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