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make-me-your-animal · 6 months
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Chapter 12: Room numbers
Authors note: I'm not a hundred percent sure how I feel about this chapter, but it's also driving me crazy that I haven't finished this story yet. It's literally making it, so I can't write anything else. I have spent hours just staring at a blank page, trying to come up with something. This will be the second to last sirens and leppard chapter. But I have already started a sequel, so we will see. I hope you all enjoy it.
Room 306:
"Steve, wake up." Amaya giggled. she had already gotten ready for her day. washed her face, brushed her teeth, and brushed out her hair. when she returned to the main room, Steve was still curled into the blankets. All she could see confirming a person was even under the heap of white comforter was his wild hair. She wasn't surprised in the slightest, Steve was a lot of things, but a morning person wasn't one of them.
She frowned. Something seemed off today. Usually, he would just beg her to join him under the covers, but today, he just pulled the blanket up until there was nothing for her to see.
"Stevieeee," she purred, pulling on the edge of the blanket. He clutched it tight, not letting go.
"No," he grumbled. His voice was barely audible, but she could hear the sadness in it.
"Why not?" She asked, crawling back into bed with him. He engulfed her in his caccoon. The blanket was just thin enough that she could see him clear as day as they laid facing each other under the white comforter.
"Last night of the tour," he said slowly like that would answer her question. Amaya tilted her head to the side. What did that have to do with anything?
"And?" She questioned when the blonde didn't elaborate.
"Don't want this to end is all," he shrugged. His blue eyes were clouded with sadness. "I just... I don't think I've ever been this happy before. You make me feel happy... i love you more than I've ever loved someone."
"Oh, steve," she reached out a hand to craddle his face. "It won't end, baby. You make me happy, too. I'm not gonna throw away over a year of a loving relationship just because we aren't getting paid for it anymore. I love you too much for that"
"Promise?" He still looked nervous. It broke her heart.
"Promise," Amaya leaned in, kissing Steve softly.
"Promise you won't tell phil. I told you I love you more than him," he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
"Fear not Stevie. Your secret's safe with me, "she giggled, kissing his nose."Now get your ass out of bed. I want breakfast, " she stated, throwing the blanket off both of them.
Steve grumbled again, but this time sat up. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table before flopping back down. It was progress Amaya felt.
Room 304
"Last day of the tour," phil whispered, running his fingers through gemma's blonde hair he slowly worked out the knots that had formed as Her head lay on his chest. He wasn't even sure she was wake. The sun had just peaked over the horizon, and they had been dozing in and out of consciousness together.
"Shhhh," she hissed, pressing her finger against his lips. "I don't want to think about it"
"This will change nothing between us, you know that, right? Im not letting you go anywhere. i worked too hard for this." phil stated rolled over, so he was hoving over her on all fours. Gemma scooted up the bed until she was eye level with him again.
He had worked very hard to regain her trust. He was still putting in the work to ensure that their relationship would last. He started leaving her little notes and still had flowers sent to her dressingroom every couple of shows. Gemma was forever grateful she decided to let him try. Decided to let herself try.
"I love you, gem,"
"I love you too," Gemma smiled, reaching up to craddle phils face in her hands. "So much more than I originally planned"
Phil smiled as he swooped down and pressed a soft kiss against her lips. "So much ,my love, I love you so much." he lowered himself even more to bury his face against her neck. Her hands intantly made their way to his hair. He kissed the soft skin just to hear Gemma sigh.
Room 307:
Joe laid on his side so he could watch the women sleeping soundly beside him. The sun had risen and was shining in through the sheer white curtains. It's light casting everything in shades of gold.
She would be pissed if he let her sleep in much longer, but he couldn't bring himself to disturb her peace, not quite yet.
It was the last day of the tour. Tomorrow, he would be flying into Dublin. He would be going home. She would be flying home to London. They had talked it through, and he really believed they had a good shot. Still worry and doubt chewed away at him.
"It's rude to stare," Harper murmered, peering at Joe with half lidded eyes.
"Just admiring the finest of art," he grinned, leaning in to kiss her forehead.
She hummed slightly, her eyes falling shut for a spilled second before snapping back open.
"Go back to sleep, angel," he purred, kissing her forehead. She smiled at him before nodding. He knew they would be all right. They all would.
Her eyes fell shut again, and her breath evened out. They would have to get up and start there a day soon, but not yet. They could remain in their shared peace just a little longer.
Room 310
Bex sat across from Rick, sipping her tea and watching the man carefully. He was wearing the hotel provided robe. His bangs fell into his eyes. He looked so content that she almost felt bad for what she was going to say. "This isn't going to last"
"I know," Rick returned, looking up from his cup of tea. His eyes were filled with understanding. "Is this where you tell me you had fun, but this is the end?"
"You're a great guy. I just don't do relationships"
Rick nodded, sipping at his tea. He finished his tea and stood up, finding his shoes and sitting on the edge of the bed to put them on. "See you tonight?"
Bex nodded, smiling slightly. The second he closed the door, her smile faded. It was the first time she ever really felt pain over a man in a long time.
Room 309
Rebel leaned back against the savs solid chest as the warm water flowed over them. "You know this is kind of a waste of water. We are just gonna shower again later, " Rebel smiled.
"Yeah, but it feels nice," sav returned.
Rebel hummed in agreement. She spun around, wrapping her arms around his neck.
His wet hair clung to her skin. "Gonna miss this"
"Yeah, but we'll figure something out." Sav smiled, leaning down and capturing her lips.
Rebel happily kissed back for a moment before epulling back and resting their foreheads together. "Think the others are this.... pensive?"
"Probably. The end of the tour is always a time of mixed emotions. This tour is especially hard. So much love has formed. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Mel and chris planned this"
Rebel giggled at that. The water was starting to turn cold, but she couldn't find it in her to care.
Mal sat across from chris in the hotel lobby, grinning at the other man. "We couldn't have had this go any better," He asked. "I mean, when you called me and said you knew of a band that would work well with my boys, I didn't think you meant this well. Steve's barely drinking anymore. They all aren't fighting nearly as much. They have someone else to look at other than each other."
Chris nodded his agreement. "Bex is starting to trust. Gemma finally found someone to match her energy. Amaya found someone to take care of other than Gemma. And let's be honest, they all are staying out of trouble because they are too busy with each other"
It's been a great tour, " Mel stated, standing up and shaking Chris's hand.
"It sure has," the other man agreed.
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i-love-def-leppard · 6 months
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Welcome Home (Def Leppard x Reader)
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A/N: Hi everyone!! This is my first time ever writing something, let alone a fan-fiction so I’m a little nervous posting this. I am open to constructive criticism to improve my writing, which I promise will get better as time goes on. That being said, I hope you all enjoy my first story ever [EEEEKKKK]!!
🫶🏻 i-love-def-leppard
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Dublin 1981 - Me and My Wine house
I walked up the rain stained steps of my home, thinking about how glad I was to finally be here after a long day of work.
Managing the local record store is something I am very grateful for. However, just like any other type of work environment, a few rude customers can quite literally turn my day to shit.
Quickly pushing my negative thoughts away, I step into the main entrance of my happy place as my nose becomes overwhelmed by the smell of someone cooking.
“Boooyyysss!! I’m homeee!!”
Immediately as those words leave my mouth, I become trampled by the one and only, Joe Elliott, running his way out the kitchen with pasta sauce stains on his shirt.
“Y/N, love! GOSH! The lord knows how much I’ve missed you and your precious face all day!”
He says as he releases his hands from my face while going in for a hug, never forgetting to leave a sloppy kiss on my cheek.
Suddenly raising his eyebrows with a smirk plastered on his adorable face, he says,
“Are you wearing what I think you’re wearin?!”
Quickly remembering that I’m wearing my cropped, v-neck, red Leppard tank top (paired with dark blue flare jeans and one of the boys leather jackets), I blush at his wandering eyes and proud facial expression.
“Well, duh Joe, of course!”
I say playfully shoving his chest.
“I’m very proud of you boys and how far you’ve all come with the band. Of course I’m gonna show you lot off any chance I get.”
“You are too good to us, love.” a new voice says from around the corner.
“Sav!!”
You exclaim, making your way around Joe’s figure to enter the curly haired bassist’s open arms.
Pulling away slowly from the embrace, Sav says,
“Nice outfit, Y/N/N.”
He smirks as his eyes trail down your form.
Leaving you blushing as always, he gives you no time to respond as he says,
“Anyone give you problems at the store today? Cause if they did, I swear on all things holy, I’ll-”
Sav’s words were suddenly cut off by two pairs of loud footsteps making their way down the stairs.
“I CALL DIBS ON HUGGING HER FIRST” yells Phil to his terror twin.
“Not if I get to her first, SLOW POKE!” Steve replies.
“I’m not slow Steve! I can beat you all day in a swimming race!” a furious Phil throws back.
“Yeah, alright merman. We all know you have some weird obsession with the water. Now knock it off in front of the lady.”
Steve says as he swiftly walks away from Phil pouting at the bottom of the stairs.
Laughing, you approach the taller blonde guitarist.
“Hi Steve. I’ve missed you.”
You say as you are engulfed in yet another Leppard hug.
His smell of cigarettes and signature cologne always gave you a comfort like no other.
“Apologies for Mr. Grumpy-pants, love” pointing at Phil.
“Now, I’d keep you in a hug all day if I could, but I’d upset blondie over there if I didn’t share you at least a little.”
Steve adds as he reluctantly removes his hands from around your waist.
“C’mere Phil” you look to him as you initiate a hug, giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek.
Instantly forgetting his small battle with Steve, a now relieved Phil whispers in your ear.
“Thank god your home. I’ve had to deal with them all day.”
Giggling at his words you see a sudden idea appear on his face.
“Y/N. Why don’t you take a break at that record store and let us take care of you. Come with us on our next tour, for the whole thing!”
“Then this way, we could see you all the time!”
“Phil, I’m only gone a few hours a day during the week haha” you reply.
“Just think about it, okay.” Phil slightly begs.
“Alright I will. And Phil, you’re sweet. You know I’d love that more than anything, but I’ve gotta contribute somehow” you reply.
“Aye! I know a way she can contrib-” Joe says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“Oh shut it Joe” says Rick as he finally makes an appearance.
“I mean I wouldn’t be opposed to-” joins in Sav.
Rick is quick to slap Sav on the arm, while the rest of the group, including you, giggle at their dirty remarks.
Rick’s always been very protective of you, which you loved.
It’s no secret that the boys were all attracted to you in one way or another, and you to them.
Their constant flirtatious behavior was nothing new to you and you secretly loved it. They all knew that.
Pulling Rick in for the final hug, you can’t help but realize how grateful you are for your boys.
Snapping you out of your appreciative daydream, you feel Joe grab your hand.
You are suddenly being pulled out of Rick’s arms, into the direction of the kitchen.
“C’mon love. Into the kitchen we go!” Joe says.
“I’ve made dinner!” he grins.
“Ughhh” everyone in the room groans.
“We left him unsupervised for 30 minutes and he manages to sneak himself into the kitchen. Unbelievable.” a nervous Rick replies.
Shaking my head at their silliness, I can’t help but be forever grateful for getting to come home to this everyday.
My boys.
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THE END!!!! Thank you for reading🩷🩷
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pyromaniac9 · 4 months
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vivian campbell and rick allen i had to add them because i didn't wanna leave them out 🥺❣️ and it would make great ship
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rockinnrollin · 1 year
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good morning, due to the latest photo of sav with a child, i’ve written a little one shot about having some heavy baby fever with him and want to know if you all would like some smut with it or just leave it as is?
-jade xoxo
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appetite4savage · 2 years
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did Sav cheat on Emma?! read to find out…. 👀
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speedy-victory · 10 months
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Chapters twelve and thirteen of 'The Son of Hermes and the Daughter of Nike' have been published.
For anyone new or this being the first post you see about this fanfiction, let me explain a little.
This story follows the narrative of a demigod who was asked to be written out of history once upon a time, when everything was going down. You'll get to see the side of the PJO series that not even Percy got to see in his dreams.
The demigod's name is Cameron Allen, she's the daughter of Nike, that is destined to lose what she loves the most. How ironic. Before she knew she was a demigod, she had an encounter with a cyclops, and was saved by a young man. Cameron and this boy get along great, and he hangs around her town for a couple months.
Cameron and this demigod had become close, but lost connection with one another after they tried to runaway, due to the way Cameron was being treated at home.
Four years later, and the truth comes out. Cameron is a demigod, and she's being sent to Camp Half-Blood! When she gets there, Cameron has an unexpected surprise waiting for her.
When she gets her prophecy, her whole life feels like it's been turned upside down. For years, her prophecy follows her around, leaving her in a state of constant worry. Because of her prophecy, she became a full-time camper at CHB.
When a certain master bolt goes missing, Cameron knows her prophecy is only beginning, but her main question:
"Who is the Lighting Thief?"
Not only was she destined to lose, but she's been destined to be seen as a traitor, meaning eventually, all the friends she's made in her four years of camp, she has to betray them, and that doesn't sit right.
Her goal is to protect her father, prevent a dream- that she's been having since the night she got her prophecy- from happening, which is to keep her boyfriend, Luke Castellan, alive.
This fanfiction will follow her beginning, into the PJO series. The fic is being written as closely to the books as possible (meaning I'm studying page by page) so no major details are really altered. Once her PJO arc is done, I do have plans on writing out her HoO arc.
If you find yourself enjoying this fic, and you know someone else who might like it, please, share this around! Even if you don't read Percy Jackson, but know someone who does, send them this story!
Chapters are posted every Friday OR Saturday, unless announced otherwise. There are some weekends where I feel generous and even publish a bonus chapter (and it doesn't affect the next chapter's post date whatsoever)
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Take It Easy (Rick x Reader)
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(illustration by @paper-sxn​ as always)
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Prompt: March 1983, you’re a crewmember for the Pyromania tour, and you come down with carsickness one day. To top things off, it’s the same day the crew’s bus has a special visitor...
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March 1983
Being on the road could sometimes bite you in the ass. It was a cliche thing to think, and you knew it- despite it being undeniably true. You loved traveling with infinite perks, but as for your finite troubles... there was much to be desired.
You nagged yourself with this mantra as you lay curled up and half-dead in your bunk. It was all you could do while your body protested against the feeling of being in motion for so long. The gentle hum and rumble of transportation was normally a lullaby, oddly enough. It definitely seemed to contradict itself in your current predicament. What a talent the tour bus had for lulling you to sleep and sickening you at the same time.
Carsickness didn't affect you that often- plus, it hadn't even happened on tour at all yet!
“Why would this occur now- especially now? That’s just me and my goddamned bad luck...”
And lucky you, indeed. Of course you got sick at the most inopportune time; when the band's drummer decided to hop on the crew’s bus for a while.
You weren't getting as close to the band as you wanted to, and this opportunity would've been nice- had you not felt under the weather out of the blue.
All you wished was to sleep off the nausea and dizziness without making a fool of yourself in front of Def Leppard's drummer- the wild and free and funny Rick. 
If it'd been any other member, maybe there would have been less pressure. Unfortunately, you had a history with drummers, and Rick was a young rock star in the purest form. The beat seemed to follow him wherever he went, and those curls you spotted on the bus told no lies. His formula of being a little crazy, a little willing, all laughs, and all smile had you instantly yearning to meet him. 
He got along splendidly with the crew (as his brother was a part of it), and seemed so untouchable and out of your league for friendship. It was a little painful. It should've been easy to talk to him, as you were friends and fellow crewmates with his brother Robert, but the social line between band and crew felt thick to you for some undefinable reason. Still, this was supposed to be your opportunity to maybe start befriending the band. Instead, you didn't want to be a drag (or throw up in front of Rick), so you drew your curtain back, curled up under your blanket away from the commotion, and privately tried to wait out the sickness of travel. The heaviness of your body needed to ease up before you made any first impressions. You were too sick to care about taking advantage of this opportunity. If only you could get some shuteye and skip ahead in time to when you'd feel better. Your head turned into your pillow and let your thoughts cloud your ears instead. The motion of the bus made you feel as if you were floating for so long that you weren't sure if you'd fallen asleep or not. Being warm and shrouded in the darkness of your bunk made the rest of the world cease to exist. When you finally realized you may have been sleeping, you were conscious again. You didn't know how much time had passed, and you didn't know if you were feeling any better at all. The only thing you did know was that someone was trying to get your attention.
"Y/n? Are you okay?" an unfamiliar voice gently sept into your bunk. Your eyes opened to see some light coming through; the curtain must've been pulled back somewhat. Rolling over, you came face to face with Rick. He was crouched and holding the curtain back, peeking his face in only a little. You jumped at the sight of him being so close, but sunk back down immediately after. "What's going on?" you rubbed your eyes as you grumbled at him. You did your best to sound polite and not grumpy. "Nothing's goin' on," Rick assured you, "But you've been in here a while and we're wonderin' if you're okay, is all." Still tired and still sick, you didn't have the time or capacity to consider what he was saying. When you came to think of it, you did hear Robert and someone else murmuring some quiet, possibly concerned remarks about you just before you dozed off, but you weren't too sure. Perhaps Rick was part of that exchange. Instead of asking him if he was, you answered on your impulse, "Yeah, I'm alright. I've been carsick before, and it decided to hit me today." Your stomach gurgled uncomfortably, resulting in you wrapping your arms around your abdomen. You rolled back away from Rick, facing the wall with a whine, "But thanks for checking in." "You don't look so good," he remarked, "Do you need anything?" "I need a bed that isn't moving. Or at least one that's a bit more comfortable." What you really wanted to say was that you needed a hug, and that you didn't want to bother him, but you were still trying to make an impression. You figured the best you could do at this point was be polite and stay out of Rick's way. There would be other chances to bond with the band. "Well maybe I could help-" Rick's proposal was accompanied by the sound of the curtain being drawn back more, and the feeling of him climbing into your bunk with you. You tried to look back at him as he made his effort, "What are you-?" He plopped down beside you and huffed, "I just thought you could use some company to get your mind off things. I could leave if you want me to." Scoffing with a tired smile, you curled back up and turned away from him, "I don't mind, but you probably won't get much conversation outta me." Rick set the curtain back to its prior position, leaving you partially shrouded in darkness again, "Alright by me." Laying there in the narrow bed, you couldn't help but feel drawn to the warmth of him behind you. The last thing you expected was the band's drummer to climb into bed with you in a time of distress, but Rick took it upon himself to prove your judgement wrong. Turns out the friendship line between band and crew wasn't so thick after all. "You sure you're okay with being in here?" you had to ask in your grumbly tone, "I could hurl at any minute, you know." Rick's shrug was felt throughout the bunk, "Nah, I know you won't. Mind you, you seem like you could use-" The bus hit a bump, causing you both to bounce in the narrow space. Rick, in danger of rolling out, needed something to hang onto. In a blink of an eye, he was now holding onto you. "Shit! Blimey, that would've been a barrel roll outta here-" he chuckled, still clinging to you to make sure he wouldn't fall out, "Sorry 'bout that." "You okay?" you were giggling as well as he released his grasp from you. "I'm fine, I'm fine. How about you?" Apart from the humor of the situation, you told him nervously with a green face, "That bump didn't do me so good..." "Oh no- it's okay," he proceeded to reclaim his hold on you in an attempt to raise comfort. Almost humorously, he began slightly rocking you, "Just keep telling yourself 'I won't be sick, I won't be sick..." Your reply was a mere hum when you snuggled your face into the pillow, "You don't know how good it feels to be warm right now... it's rather nice... despite the circumstances." "Just take it easy and we'll be done driving soon," Rick sounded like he genuinely cared about your wellbeing- which was catching you off guard. His light that was being shed on the mood was such a comforting glow. He proved this further when he chuckled, "It's funny, I was about to say that you look like you could use a hug, anyways." "Wow," you giggled and softly shut your eyes. A big, bashful smile crept up your lips, "Somehow you read my mind." It was bizarre how Rick clicked with you right away. The ice that needed to be broken between you wasn't just broken; it was also melted and evaporated as well. You, personally, thought it strange how Rick's body seemed to feel instantly comfortable around yours, too. Who knew drummers could be so dexterous as well? The lullaby of the rumbling road caressed you both now, and the crew's bus sped on through the day. The trip was becoming a little easier now that you felt a bit more protected and cared for. It was amazing how backstage life unfolded sometimes. One second, you're an average crewmember, and the next, you're suddenly worthy enough to be spooned by a member of the band. Just like that, you had discovered one more of the infinite perks of being on the road.
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(Take It Easy by the Eagles)
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rose-tinted-juls · 3 years
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a few very chaotic def leppard lockscreens
not me spending literal hours to find and edit my fav pics of my fav boys and then make these lockscreen thingys for myself because why not 🤦🏻‍♀️
i couldn't help it, they are my life, love and sunshine
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Lady Starlight
The Beginning (ch1)
fandom: Def Leppard
warnings: slash
summary: Lady starlight, help me tonight, help me to find my love
A/N: wanted to post this lovely fic here, so here we are! hope y’all enjoy :)
It was July, probably 1981, when Sierra found a new band to be obsessed with. Of course, she did. She always does. Every year she finds a new obsession. Last year it was AC/DC. The year before that it was the Scorpions. Always changing, never the same. She can never hold on to anything for very long.
Def Leppard, I think, is what they were called. Strange name, but after she told me it was originally Atomic Mass, I decided it was okay. I didn't know anything about them, like always, but she'd told me a few things.
Namely that they had two albums and sounded a bit like AC/DC, which was one of the reasons why she liked them so much.
Of course it was. AC/DC was last year's obsession.
And, because she liked their music so much, she just had to see them, so, like always, I said I'd go with her.
I always go with her, if only because we're best friends, and best friends help fuel each other's obsessions.
Of course, they didn't come to us until a few months after she discovered them, so it was a waiting game. A test of time, really, to see if she could make it until they came.
Sadly, she did.
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"Lyra! You ready?"
"Yeah, I'm ready," I called back, fluffing my blonde locks one last time.
"You always spend waaay too much time messing with your hair. Honestly, it looks the same as it did an hour ago," she said, slinging an arm over my shoulder and leading me out the front door.
"So, did you listen to any of the records I lent you?" She questioned, plopping into the driver's seat while I took shotgun.
"No, I didn't.”
"Of course you didn't. You didn't listen to Highway to Hell either."
"I have heard them on MTV, though, so I'm not as unaware of their presence as you might think."
"Lucky. My parents won't let me watch that channel. They said that it'll 'taint my innocence' or whatever. Like I have innocence.”
"Right. Maybe I'll let you watch some with me after this show."
"Yes. After I show you High N Dry. It is literally perfection, track eight is gold. I sooo hope they play it."
"Track eight?"
"Yeah, they called it On Through the Night because of their first album, and it is such a banger."
"Why're you taking me to this thing anyway? Don't you have other friends that like them?"
"No. Besides, no one else is willing to fuel my obsessions."
And she was right. Even her parents, rich as they were, often didn't want to splurge on her love that only lasted a year.
I could only imagine what life would be like for her future boyfriend.
"Well, at least you have me," I lied, my voice bubbly, just like it is on stage.
Just like it was on stage when I scored a lead role in the seventh grade.
"Lyra... you know you don't have to play the acting crap on me. We're both going to LAMDA, not just you." She sassed, twirling a brunette lock on her finger.
Her curls acted like springs, jumping back to their original position before she could effectively twirl them.
"How do you know I'm acting?"
"I know you." She answered simply, jamming in a cassette marked High N Dry, driving the rest of the way there lip syncing.
I guess she didn't want to strain her vocal chords before the real screaming began.
And, as it turned out, I was right. She screamed my ears off to every song. She was so loud they could probably hear her. No doubt they'd pull her aside later.
But, when they launched into their third song, I discovered it wasn't her the bassist was watching, but me.
Why the bloody hell was bassist looking at me? And why won't he look away?
"Sierra? Who's the bassist?" I questioned, voice shaking slightly.
"Bass? That's Sav." She answered simply, plainly, a tone in her voice that showed she'd rather scream at the stage than answer my stupid questions.
If only she knew...
"Umm... why does he keep looking at me?"
"Lyra, calm down. He's not looking at you, he's looking at the crowd. Everyone." Annoyance was laced in her tone; yes, yes she was done.
"I know, but..."
"He's probably looking at someone behind you."
"Yeah, that would make sense," I relented.
"Of course it would."
Once they'd finished and Sierra and I started to leave, my 'being watched' suspicions were proved correct.
A man with a Def Leppard: High N Dry Tour meet and greet pass approached me. "Get your friend and come backstage."
"Okay," I responded, grabbing Sierra's arm and dragging her behind me.
"You were wrong, I was right," I whispered to her.
"What do you mean?" She questioned hoarsely.
"The guys want to meet us," I informed her.
"Meet us? We're meeting them?" Her voice had gone up an entire octave, and, if it was within her personality rights, she probably would've jumped up and down.
It wasn't though, so all that happened was a distinctive widening of the eyes.
"Yeah. Can you go over their names again? I don't want to seem like a complete idiot."
"Sure..."
She said more, probably described everything in grave detail within the five seconds it took to get there, but I couldn't hear her. Not over the noise of the venue, which was still packed even though the show had ended a half-hour ago.
It went like a typical meet and greet, only trouble was that there were only four. All I saw were the ones she mentioned and the one who'd been staring all night.
We shook their hands, got autographs, said hi, but it turned into more with Sav. I guess I could call it an instant connection, but something felt... right between us. Not in a romantic way, but more friendly. It was almost as if I knew we could be friends. Great friends.
We were discussing music when Sierra called me. "Lyra, it's 10:30. Doesn't your mom want you home by eleven?"
I could tell she was saying it to mess with me, but Sav didn't seem to mind.
"Call me sometime, alright?" He said, writing a number on my palm and kissing the back of my hand.
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starkidmack · 5 years
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Fandom: The Flash (2014)
Ship: Eddie/Barry
Rating: T
Summary: Eddie Thawne is an eager young cop, and he’s got his sights set on bringing in every metahuman criminal in Central City. The top of his list? The Flash.
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imthefutureauthor · 3 years
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Hello! My name is Sabrina! I am 16, and I use she/her pronouns. You may also recognize me from my other blog, @imthatwannabeauthor  which is more fandom and fanfiction based, so don’t worry! this blog is entirely original writing and not fandom based! I enjoy writing and reading in most genres, but I have a particular love for fantasy, and horror. Some of my favorite authors are Suzanne Collins, H. P. Lovecraft, Edgar Allen Poe, and Rick Riordan. (Please let it also be known that I understand some of them are problematic and I do not condone their actions.)
At the time of writing this I only have the one WIP and I don’t have enough to share much about it quite yet, but it’s very much about realistic mermaids, as based on the evolution of marine mammals. And the story is based on how humans might treat them. So stay updated for when you get to hear more on that!
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mattzerella-sticks · 3 years
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⭐2020 Fics in Review ⭐
Happy New Year’s Eve! 💫💫💫 2020 sure was a year... between everything that was happening on the macro (the pandemic, elections, etc.) and on the micro-level (shows delayed, some ending - disastrously, so much drama, etc.), the past 12 months felt like a blur. Especially since we’ve been inside and realized time is an illusion!
But, there were moments where I was able to ground myself in the present and not be swept away by the tide. Most of them were because of fanfiction. Whether writing or reading, fanworks became a soothing balm. And I’d be remiss (and breaking tradition) if I didn’t reflect on my past works of 2020! 
I’ve written 43 fics across a wide array of fandoms - the most being Supernatural, with 9-1-1, DC Comics, Marvel, Boku No Hero Academia, Stargirl, Star Wars, Hollywood, and RWBY sprinkled in. I really branched out this year, and am looking forward to what I will write in 2021. Maybe new fandoms? Maybe an original work? Who’s to say!
Thank you to all those who’ve read my works, and am grateful for both your support and continued engagement - can’t wait to see you in 2021 with me 😁
Here are my works!
9-1-1 (TV Show)
Caught (Evan ‘Buck’ Buckely/Eddie Diaz, side Athena Grant/Bobby Nash, side Maddie Buckley/Howie ‘Chimney’ Han)
Photobooths are prime for catching special moments and making them last forever, even if they are less both and more open spaces with a backdrop. When Athena, Bobby, and Michael stumble upon one such moment between Buck and Eddie, what will they do?
And how will it affect Maddie and Chimney?
Lumped Together (Evan ‘Buck’ Buckely/Eddie Diaz, side Henrietta ‘Hen’ Wilson/Karen Wilson, side Maddie Buckley/Howie ‘Chimney’ Han)
As an apology for keeping her thoughts about medical school secret from her wife and partner, Hen takes them (and Maddie) out for lunch. With the promise that it would only be them. And for the most part it was. Until Buck and Eddie strode in with every intention of eating Takoyaki.
Just not with them.
Armed with new information, what's a girl to do? Hen spends the next day fighting back the natural instinct to tease her friends about the wonderful step they've taken together in their relationship. Can she make it home without saying anything? Or will she give in?
DCU
Lonely Together (Barry Allen/Bruce Wayne, past Barry Allen/Iris West, past Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle)
Barry needs others, yet whether by his enemies or his own actions, he ends up alone. After Iris leaves him, Barry feels as if he drifts through life. Like lightning humming in the air without a rod to ground him.
Until he struck another lonely soul and entered a relationship he never thought possible. Now, months since he and Bruce began sleeping with each other, Barry feels settles. At peace in a way he hasn't felt in a long while. Since he and Iris started petering out.
But it's not love... is it?
Come Home (Jason Todd/Kyle Rayner)
Jason Todd gets a message from Bruce. He's surprised to see it. Then, he's surprised by the message itself. Hearing Bruce's final message stirs something inside of him, urging him towards a place he's avoided ever since his and Bruce's falling out. So he gathers his things, and then... waits.
He can't leave yet. Jason doesn't know why. Bruce gave him a mission, just like old times. Except it's not, because he... Jason can't move. Can't even stand.
That's how Kyle finds him.
Restless (Barry Allen/Bruce Wayne)
Returning home from a mission in outer space, the team picks up a distress signal off-course. They rush off to help, landing on a strange alient planet teeming with life. Especially within the plant kingdom.
While guarding the Javelin, Bruce and Barry encounter one such member while engaging in some familiar fight-flirting. Will its effects spell trouble for the League, or help these two relax their guards long enough to explore new possibilities?
(Hint: It's a little bit of both)
Marvel
Hot Seat (Peter Parker/Johnny Storm)
Spiderman likes Johnny. Like likes him. And he thought Johnny felt the same. He wasn't wrong, but Johnny like liked someone else, too. Someone he actually wanted to pursue, over Spiderman.
Unfortunately that someone is Peter Parker.
However, after a terrible misunderstanding, Johny isn't too keen on seeing either Peter or Spiderman; the longer this confusion left unresolved, the more Johnny's hurt would fester. Can Peter find a way to make Johnny listen?
Hollywood 
Merrily We Roll Along (Archie Coleman/Rock Hudson)
With their careers still on the rise and no peak in sight, sometimes Archie's and Roy's lives get a little too busy. Understandably so. Archie's in the midst of writing his next screenplay while the latest opens across America. Roy spend more time on set than at home working on his latest project. When their schedules allow it, all they want is to be together.
Can they enjoy a simple morning together, or will the clouds of Hollywood cast a heavy shadow over their sunny day?
RWBY
Lucky You, Huh? (Qrow Branwen/Clover Ebi)
After all that happened, it's time for the dust to settle. Choices were made. Now, the consequences for certain actions need to be carried out.
Even though he fought alongside her to save Mantle, Robyn Hill couldn't help save Clover from the whims of the Council. Without a job or home, Clover needs to find a way to carry on.
If anyone understands what that feels like, it's Qrow. Never being one who can communicate his feelings well, would he be the best to comfort the other man. When he's the only one who can, what does that mean for Clover?
Star Wars
Fourth (Poe Dameron/Finn)
What's a man and his co-general to do when they're on a mission together on a planet known for frequent sandstorms?
Flirt? That is a possibility. And definitely the one they take.
Stargirl
I’m Here (Courtney Whitmore/Yolanda Montez, past Yolanda Montez/Henry King, Jr.)
Coda to 1x10 "Brainwave Jr."
Losing Henry was sad, but it's not the first person Courtney knew whose future was snatched by the Injustice Society of America. That doesn't make his death any less tragic. It does remind Courtney how screwed up and dangerous her life was. At least she was able to wake up the next day and keep moving. And so was Beth, and Rick. But Yolanda...
Where was Yolanda? Courtney needs to know.
Crusher (Lawrence Crock/Paula Crock, Pat Dugan/Barbara Whitmore, Lawrence Crock/Pat Dugan)
When Lawrence met Pat, he saw another body that could benefit from some exercise at his gym. The more they interacted, became friends, he saw that body doing other things in other places. And his wife is totally supportive of this. While in the midst of an afterhours training session, Lawrence drags his feet on telling his friend a few important things. Egged on by Paula, will he say what's on his mind? How will Pat react?
And does Pat have a secret or two of his own?
Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia
Little Secrets Everywhere (Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijiro)
Mina thought letting Bakugo read whatever was in her folder wouldn't be too bad. Maybe he would snipe at her for her less than perfect English translation and sentence structure, slap her on the head with the balled up assignment. What she wasn't expecting was for him to charge with hellish fury towards her in the common room with all their friends to see.
One careless mistake leads to many things coming to light. Everyone walking away with something new to think about.
Boku No Fundanshi (Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijiro)
Bakugo Katsuki is a top student at the premier hero academy in the world. Bakugo Katsuki is a boy with the ability to use his sweat as a weapon, each droplet containing enough nitroglycerin to obliterate a phone book. Bakugo Katsuki enjoys reading manga where boys fall in love with one another. Two out of the three are commonly accepted facts. The final one is a heavily guarded secret that Bakugo protects with his life. At least until his vigilance lapses, and he loses a doujinshi.
Will he be able to recover what he lost before anyone realizes it's his? Or, by the end of this, will he have found something he didn't know he was missing?
Portmanteau (Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijiro)
Portmanteau (port·man·teau) n. a word blending the sounds and combining the meanings of two others
Like Bakugo's chosen hero name. But was that his first choice? Kirishima doesn't think so, after finding a damning piece of evidence hidden within his notes. Except it's not what he thinks, at all...
Supernatural
 Real (Dean Winchester/Castiel, background Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester)
Coda to 15x09 "The Trap"
Morning after, and Sam spies a little something blossoming in the kitchen. Something that stokes the fires of his curiosity. When the scene ends, he walks in with an intent to investigate. Learn about the strange magic that happened before his eyes. How quickly Dean and Cas's relationship repaired. And what brilliant new shape it took on after Purgatory.
Will Sam be satisfied with the answer?
Half-Priced Chocolates (Dean Winchester/Castiel, background Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester)
The day after Valentine's Day is great for many things. Basking in the glow of a night well spent, sharing the joy of love with your family, and eating chocolate priced considerably lower than it was the day before.
Except Sam can't enjoy any of that, because Dean won't let him. Because Dean woke up in a sour mood and has picked up the banners of war against romantic love.
Albeit, the three aforementioned things might make his conflict the shortest in history.
Spill (Dean Winchester/Castiel)
Dean always thought it would take more to force him into retirement. Yet here he is, locked in the Bunker until the world figures out a cure for a deadly virus. It could be worse - at least they have a home. He cannot imagine how worse it would be if this happened years earlier, where he and Sam were trapped in a tiny motel room together. Here they have options, and miles of outdoor space they can stroll through if their options become stale.
And they were beginning to. Dean could only do so much indoors. Dean knew he needed to shake things up, but couldn't begin thinking how. Luckily Castiel has an idea, and gives him a new way of looking at their kitchen.
Supernatural Crack🩹tober
Following the Supernatural Cracktober prompt list, one day at a time.
Prompts will be listed in the notes and the chapter title.
Enjoy!
Bullets Over the Bayou (Dean Winchester/Castiel)
Everyone wants Castiel Novak to quit the force, including Castiel. But he stays on despite the toxic work environment he’s surrounded by. Still believing he can do some good despite the many lines of red tape impeding him. Luckily, a pair of scissors by the name of Dean Winchester drops into his hands, and he finally feels like he can do some good.
Dean Winchester thought he would be in New Orleans for a day or two. Identify the body of his deadbeat father and then move on. No one knows he’s here. His mother and brother are blissfully unaware of the danger his father roped him into. With a parting gift of a journal, delivered to him the same day he received word about his father, Dean has become the target of a group of people who want him dead. The same people who killed his father.
Racing against the clock, can Dean and Castiel figure out what is so important about John Winchester’s journal that someone would kill for it?
Kick Ball Change (Dean Winchester/Castiel, background Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester)
Coda to 15x10 "The Heroes' Journey"
Dean has the Bunker to himself at a time after he and Sam regain their supernatural abilities. With nothing needing his attention, he decides taking time for himself wouldn't hurt. But the usual fare leaves him bored and tired.
So he tries something new. Something he wanted to try, but wasn't sure he would be good at. Dean starts off strong, but doing it on your own can only be so fun. Get you so far. Luckily a partner happens by and truly allows Dean to enjoy a part of himself he knew was there, but didn't want to share.
Tempered Desires (Dean Winchester/Castiel, background Charlie Bradbury/OC, background Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore, background Sam Winchester/Ruby, background Sam Winchester/Mick Davies, past Dean Winchester/Arthur Ketch)
Dating, sex, and finding love were the farthest things on the minds of both Dean and Castiel. There were more important things to worry about - namely the pandemic that swept across the globe and changed everything. Navigating this new environment was hard enough without adding romance.
But fate never intervenes when you expect. From first meetings to first dates, we'll see how Dean and Castiel's relationship blossoms despite the circumstances.
Sunrise (Dean Winchester/Castiel, background Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester)
Dean and Sam were free. Finally, unequivocally, free.
But this wasn't the happy ending Dean had expected. Maybe in the past, having Sam in the passenger seat tearing across an open stretch of highway as the sunsets, it'd be what he wanted. But that was years ago. He's not that man anymore. Dean's tired of sunsets, of saying goodbye. He yearns for a different ending. One that's less of an ending, and more of a beginning. A sunrise instead of a sunset.
Sam has his. Dean lost his. Despite this setback, he won't stop. He'll live in memory of his sunrise.
Except, what can he do when he feels those rays on his face again?
Coda to 15x19
Fixing It (Dean Winchester/Castiel, background Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester)
Dean Winchester walked a long & difficult road. House burning down when he was 4, constantly being on the move until his father lost a fight with demons at the age of 25. Reunited with his mother only to lose her again. Have a son only to lose him, too. Of all the shadows that have crossed his path, he thought one of the main sources of light was his husband Castiel.
But he had to ruin that, too.
Can he ever have that shine again? Or are there things that are too good for him to hold? Will they mend what was broken?
Heart in My Hand (Dean Winchester/Castiel, background Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester)
He was right there.
Cas was telling Dean everything he ever wanted to hear since meeting the angel of the Lord... only each and every word of his confession stabbed at Dean's heart. Because once he finished, there's no more time for them. For him. For any chance of happiness - all that taken away by the Empty. And now he has to carry on.
He tries. Stands, gets in his car and drives where Sam tells him. When he meets with the others, though...
Coda to 15x18 "Despair"
A Dumb Idea (Dean Winchester/Castiel)
They celebrated Christmas, Halloween, Thanksgiving, birthdays, even the Fourth of July. What about the other holidays? What about Valentine's Day?
Mrs. Butters actually had a plan for that, but she left before it could come to fruition. Sam, however, stumbles on Dean and a leftover piece from said plan. Something Dean would rather Sam not see. When he does get a peek as to what it is, well... Dean and Sam have a lot to talk about.
Coda to 15x14 "The Last Holiday"
What the Water Gave Him (Dean Winchester/Castiel)
It was over. Chuck lost, Sam and Dean can live their lives how they want them. But their victory wasn't without losses. The biggest upset nearly taking Dean out of the game, happening so close to the final battle. Now he's on the other side, alive against all odds, but Sam knows he isn't happy. Not truly happy since the Empty stole his best friend.
But there's a chance they can save him. A slim chance. A risk that Dean's willing to take despite every logical nerve in Sam's body screaming at him to look for better options. That threading a needle this small is too dangerous. That they don't have to take on another big bad, not anymore. That they don't have to risk their lives anymore. Dean is far past the point of listening. Dead set on this mission, Sam can only watch.
And pray his brother proves him wrong.
(Now with art from gabester-sketch)
Acutely (Dean Winchester/Castiel)
Jack said he's sorry, after getting his soul back.
Jack said he's sorry, and he's looking at Dean. They're all looking at Dean.
Jack said he's sorry, and Dean can't take it. It's too much. Like a frog thrown into a boiling pot he hops out, jumping out from the room towards safety. Doing his best not to succumb to the pain.
He can't hide forever, let the wounds fester. It's too much to deal with on his own, though. Can someone help him through it?
Leeches (Dean Winchester/Castiel)
Sharing a Netflix makes sense, in hindsight. Dean gets it. But that doesn't mean he appreciates seeing a bunch of profiles after his that weren't there last he checked.
He's gonna get to the bottom of this - of when this happened, why, and how they were able to guess his password.
Revival (Dean Winchester/Castiel, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester)
Sam and Dean stand there on the bridge, the camera panning out on them as they are finally reunited in Heaven.
But then Sam wakes up.
(Coda/Fix-It Fic to 15x20 "Carry On")
Memento (Dean Winchester/Castiel)
Why did Castiel have a photo of himself in a cowboy hat? Where did he get it? Who took it, and more importantly who gave it to him?
Coda to 15x15 "Gimme Shelter"
The End (We Deserve) (Dean Winchester/Castiel)
Dean Winchester dies in Sam's arms.
And then he doesn't.
(How that scene originally looked...)
Constants
Meeting with alternate versions of themselves makes Sam and Dean think about what the landscape of the former multiverse might have looked like - or, really, "If there can be multiple Deans and multiple Sams, can there be other versions of things they know. Like... Baby?"
Dean says no. There's only one Baby. She's got four wheels, black paint, and has been his from the beginning. Sam thinks otherwise.
Let's explore what the possibilities of Deans, Sams, and Babys in different universes might look like.
Enjoy the Present (Dean Winchester/Castiel)
Sam had a birthday, Jack had a birthday...
It would only be fitting for Dean to have one, too. It's expected, really. Yet the one Sam and Jack throw him still catches him by surprise. Maybe because he actually agreed with Butters, about having outgrowned birthdays. Or because his thoughts were pulled elsewhere because of some disappointing news.
If it's the latter, than a birthday will definitely take his mind off of that. Especially when it comes time for his present.
Coda to 15x14 'The Last Holiday'
Swallow It Whole (Dean Winchester/Castiel)
"The older you get... the less lies make everything better"
But when you've told as many lies as Dean has, it's hard to tell what's true and what's not. How can he remove all the rotten parts of himself without bringing everything down? Which lies have ingrained themselves so firmly, that removing them would change everything about who he was?
And, scariest of them all, who would he be without those lies?
Coda to 15x16 "Drag Me (Away From You)"
Desperation, Baby! (Dean Winchester/Castiel)
Death took her sweet time parsing through Chuck's book, meaning Lucifer spent longer than he'd like surrounded by his former vessel, his brother, his son, and a man whose obvious longing made him want to vomit. Instead of returning with his prize, Chuck welcoming him back, he must waste his valuable time playing 'nice; with those he can't stand.
Not that it matters. They don't trust him, each member of this ragtag group of survivors watching Lucifer in shifts. Never leaving him alone.
It's Dean's turn now, and he's driving Lucifer up a wall by doing nothing at all save for broadcasting a never-ending supply of feeling. Can he cut the signal without showing his hand, or put Dean's heart to good use?
Coda to 15x19 "Inherit the Earth"
A Healing Touch/New Experiences (Dean Winchester/Castiel, Adam/Serafina)
Maybe if Cas hadn't abandoned him, he wouldn't have agreed to Adam's offer. But with free will finally theirs, Cas made his choice, and Dean his. Now he has to live with the consequences - even if they are awkward. He won't die from it, certainly.
It's only a massage.
But what Dean doesn't know, is that it's more than a massage. It's healing.
It Feels Real Good (Claire Novak/Kaia Nieves, background Dean Winchester/Castiel)
Jody sent her to Yosemite, and she brings her back. For what reason, Claire doesn't know. But it had better be important, otherwise Claire gave the Dark Figure that stole her happiness another chance at escape. Will Jody's house hold a reason important enough for Claire to let go of the heavy burdens she's been carrying since hopping through a rift into another universe?
Coda to 15x12 "Galaxy Brain"
Through the Door (Dean Winchester/Castiel)
Cas tells Sam that Chuck and Amara are here. But how does he know? Sure, he could've felt them land through his grace. But all that time Sam was gone? There was enough there that he could've investigated. They'd need to know where they were anyway, when the time came.
But Cas should've known better. Now wasn't the best moment for a little family reunion, especially when there's so much bad blood it can drown them all. Yet he came, and finally got the audience he always seeked with his father.
Coda to 15x17 "Unity"
Four of Swords (Dean Winchester/Castiel, background Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester)
The Four of Swords, in the present position, means you don't want to interact with the rest of the world. Because of stress, you need to spend some time with yourself - unhealthy always being 'on'. That the healthiest thing to do is to escape.
Dean might crave escape, but it's not something he thinks he can have. Something he deserves, even. After his and Sam's most recent hunt, this cancerous feeling has grown heavy and weighs him down. He cannot escape on his own, as best he tries.
Luckily a guardian 'former angel' angel swoops in at his lowest. Helps pick up the pieces as best he can and lovingly put them back together. But he can only do so much. The rest is up to Dean.
Can Dean take those final steps, say those final words, and finally free himself?
i’d like to teach the world to sing (Dean Winchester/Castiel, Castiel/Others, WIP, 10 out of 15 chapters posted so far)
Mar del Vista, California - 1972
The groovy counterculture that dominated conversation in the past few years still clings to the landscape, floating around like smoke off a burning joint. Changed by the fires of war, Manson, and life into something new. Less trusting, optimistic, and innocent.
Cas is just one of many disillusioned hippies, saddled with a general distrust even before the movement self-imploded. Wary of about everything. Perfect for his line of work, where what's on the surface might not match the truth underneath. It's not an easy life, but he's comfortable with how it goes. Coasting until he hears a case he has no business accepting. For one, it's about a missing teen. And another, it's personal.
Except Jack's disappearance, like every other case he's worked, isn't so cut and dry. Like a rock skipping across a then-placid lake, the ripples stretch far and wide. Those waves slamming at Cas; of cops, federal agents, hippie cultists, and a certain green-eyed detective who's a little too interested in Cas's investigation.
Will Cas find Jack? Or will he drown in the tides.
Checkmate (Dean Winchester/Castiel)
Billie saves Jack from suffering a fatal end from her plan, and knowing Jack was safe gave Cas space to focus on his own troubles. Nearly losing his son again... revelations from Chuck... choices Dean made, were set on, until Sam broke through at the last minute - too close - they all were...
It was too much. Cas needed to digest these roiling experiences away from faces it hurt to look at. Except he stumbles exactly where Chuck wants him. After countless times praying for guidance, Chuck finally decides now is perfect for a long-awaited heart-to-heart.
Coda to 15x17 "Unity"
Slide (Dean Winchester/Castiel, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester)
This isn't his day. It's Sam's and Eileen's. But while out on the dance floor, Dean realizes something that forces him to act. Act boldly.
It's not his day, but he cannot push back what's been there all along, dam bursting with no hope or need of rebuilding itself. He has to say something to Cas.
Why? Because it's Electric... boogie woogie woogie
(Inspired by the Suptober Day 9 prompt - Electric)
Unwrap Me (Dean Winchester/Castiel)
Dean never thought he would make it this far. Nor would he have as many wonderful things that he has now. A home, friends, family, and most importantly love. With a former angel.
Given how normal his life is now, Dean decides he wants to go all out celebrating Christmas. Parties, feasts, and the perfect presents. He wants to get Cas something that will translate everything that resides in his heart. Dean believes he has the right gift, but decides against leading with it. Instead surprising Cas with it after showing him his Christmas best.
Although, during his entire time planning Cas's present, he never wondered what Cas got him...
Disappointment is temporary, but creativity is eternal 🥂 to more fanworks in 2021!!!
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Bringin’ On The Heartbreak
Hi, can I request some fluff/angst with Mr. Joe Elliott, Maybe something based off the song Bringin' On The Heartbreak. And im sorry if im in the way of anything. <333
A/N: Hello lovely, of course your not in the way of anything, i hope you like this! <3
514 Words xx
Warnings: Some swearing, apart from that a bit of fluff to angst for you! 
Joe's POV:
Gypsy, sittin' lookin' pretty The broken rose with laughin' eyes
She was gorgeous, sitting by herself in a bar? How? We'd just performed for a club and they seemed to love us. How could I not notice her while I was on the stage? She seemed sad, was she okay? I needed to speak to her, learn about her.
You're a mystery, always runnin' wild Like a child without a home
"Just a pint please mate, and whatever the lady is having." I said to the bar tender.
"Thanks." She replied flatly.
This a little awkward.
"I'm Joe."
"Hi Joe."
I turned around so I was looking forward at the bar. The bartender placed our drinks in front of us and I slid the money over.
"Oh god, I'm sorry. I'm Y/N." She said while turning towards me.
"No no, it's alright."
"No it's not I was just rude. I've just had some shit going on."
"Talk to me, I can listen." I said, glad she was finally speaking to me.
"No it's alot. And you're not a good listener."
"What?"
"You're a front man, your mate over there has been pretty much silent while you've been blabbling on. I-I'm sorry I just don't feel like talking."
Straight to the point I suppose.
"Look, how about we go for a coffee or something tommorow? I'm less gobby when I've not had a drink I swear." Fix this Joe.
"Okay fine, Little Bean at 10am?"
"Perfect."
You're always searching, searching for a feeling That it's easy come and easy go
"So yeah, it's been a shitty few months." She said, tears nearly slipping out of her gorgeous eyes.
"Wow, I'm so sorry, that's alot." I said to her, she sounded broken.
"Don't apologise it isn't your fault."
"I just feel like, I don't know. I want you to be happy and feel like you can love again. You're something special Y/N."
"Well.. I wouldn't mind meeting with you again." She said to me while looking into my eyes, god she is just beautiful.
"That would be nice." I smiled.
Oh, I'm sorry but it's true You're bringin' on the heartbreak Takin' all the best of me Oh, can't you see? You got the best of me Whoah can't you see?
"God Joe, you're obsessed." Sav said, taking me away from looking at Y/N, she was just sitting on the bus reading a book, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
"Shut up Savage, your turn to deal."
You're bringin' on the heartbreak Bringin' on the heartache You're bringin' on the heartbreak Bringin' on the heartache Can't you see?
"I just can't take it anymore Joe! There's women everywhere I turn! They all want you and I see some of them and I-I get so scared you'll want them too!" She said to me, tears flowing from her eyes.
"I don't want them Y/N! You know I only want you! You're everything i ever wanted!"
"Just stop it Joe! Let me go please!"
"I can't! Please don't leave!" I could feel tears building in my eyes.
"Goodbye Joe." And she was gone.
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appetite4savage · 2 years
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please don’t yell at me for the ending of this chapter I had to add some spice okay
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speedy-victory · 9 months
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Chapter seventeen has officially been posted for the week! I gotta say, I'm actually excited for this chapter, something big does happen, but you'll have to read and find out!
If you enjoy reading this fic, please, feel free to share it with any mutuals or friends that you know or think would like to read this story!
If this is your first time seeing something about this fic, and you enjoy reading OC related things, then this story is definitely for you! This fanfiction follows one of the first daughters of Nike, that appear at Camp Half Blood, three (3) years before Percy Jackson arrives. The fic takes place before and throughout the entire first series!
The story is very canon x oc, but it closely follows the books as best as possible, but you get more insight into Kronos' army, and what happens with Luke and his team.
I clearly do not lay claims on any of Uncle Rick's characters, but I do lay claims to the following characters:
Cameron Allen - daughter of Nike
Samuel King - unclaimed son of Demeter
Elektra de la Cruz - daughter of Aphrodite
Tessa Wells - daughter of Enyo
Casey Aster - son of Athena
Feel free to always give feedback (nothing ugly and negative please)! I would love to hear what you all think!
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justauthoring · 4 years
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miscellaneous masterlist (old).
Barry HBO:
Barry Berkman:
Every Measure
A Good Man
My Saviour
Forced Upon
Surprisingly, Your Touch
Wordless Requests
All I Can
Descendants:
Harry Hook:
True Love’s Kiss
Defending Your Honour
More Or Less
Things Are Different On The Isle
Always You
Wouldn’t Dream Of It
Little More Than Acquaintance
Dirty Dancing:
Billy Kostecki:
Just To Try It
Warmth and Love
Skam Norway:
Christoffer Schistad:
In Denial
I Choose You
Trust In Me
The Talk (platonic)
Stand Up For Yourself
Our Little Secret
For The First Time
Fool For You
Bodyguard:
David Budd:
All It Takes
Without A Word
Bandersnatch:
Colin Ritman:
One of Us
Stefan Butler:
I’ve Made A Promise
Twelve, Then Six, Then Three
American Assassin:
Mitch Rapp:
We Get In, We Get Out
Should’ve
Waking Up Alone
To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before:
Peter Kavinsky:
Cheering You Up
No One But You
Doesn’t Even Compare
None Quite
The Butterflies
The Winning Goal
Trust Your Sibling (platonic)
Some Unspoken Thing
Kong: Skull Island:
James Conrad:
It’s Okay to be Afraid
No More
Indescribable
Smiling Down At You
Be Careful Now
Unexpected Run-In
Godless:
Whitey Winn:
Little Ole Deputy
Late Night Stroll
Twiddling
Really Beautiful
The Walking Dead:
Glenn Rhee:
I Thought…
Searching
Together
Maybe Later
Once Been
Prize
Rick Grimes:
Scared
Justice League:
Barry Allen:
Telling You The Truth
So Fast
Brother’s Pride
Indoor Dates
Mystery
Star Trek:
Khan:
Intrigued
Bargain (slight Kirk x Reader)
Definitely
Just Us
Body
At The Cost of One
The Office:
Jim Halpert
Fun
Worst to Best
Bad Night
Figured Out
You Forgot Your Wallet
Told You So
Head Home
Actually
Timing Is An Essence
Everything
You’re The Woman
Do You?
Backfire
Someone Else
Calmed
Just Not Your Thing
All Over Again
Screw It
Dan and Phil:
Dan Howell
i’m not leaving
And it’s killing me
Meet and Greet
The Interviewee
Taller Than You
Second Vidcon
The Interviewee
Care and Nurture
Unnoticeable
Long and Dark
A Day Off My Bike
Night Time Terrors
Regret
Interruptions
A Passion
Fanfiction
A Dud
The Way You Are (platonic)
Confession to the Public
Easter Celebrations
Accident Prone
Good?
Exciting Occassion
Blessing In Disguise
Let It Slip
Just A Hunch
Phil Lester:
Little Sisters
RHCP/NigaHiga:
Ryan Higa:
Join Me?
Loser Dare
Fell For You
Just A Bad Day
Jokes On You
Actors:
Would Includes:
13 Reasons Why:
Scott Reed:
Dating Scott Reed
Headcanons:
Godless:
Whitey Winn Jealous
2020/06/09
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