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notroosterbradshaw · 2 years

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It’s Only My Heart (Save Yourself)

about: Rooster’s very bad, terrible day. Super angst and maybe a glimmer of hope at some point.

word count: 7.3k

warnings: angst, language

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"My God, if you are not a sight for sore eyes," Jake Seresin shook his head, slowly taking you in from top to toe.

"You're all dressed up," you smiled, acknowledging the Navy's traditional ceremonial kit and gloves. "Very slick, Bagman."

He gave you his trademark, megawatt grin that didn't quite meet his eyes. "What are you doing here? Thought you were tearing up the East Coast, living the dream!"

Completely embarrassed, you hated that nothing could be further from the truth. But that was a story for another time. He enveloped you in a warm hug as you gave him a gentle smile. "Gig," you motioned behind you to the band setting up, the gentle thrum of a snare drum and bass echoing gently.

"You're playing?" he pulled back with a raised eyebrow. He blinked, almost like he didn't believe your answer.

"Yeah," you smiled at his confusion. Something reflected in his bold blue eyes and he held up a finger.

"Hold that thought, huh?" he gently released you and wandered away, catching a look over his shoulder as you went back to your bandmates to warm your vocals up a more.

There was still plenty of time before the wedding reception, but you always wanted to give your all, and ensure the best part of the day was the happy couple cutting a rug on the dancefloor, with love, joyous grins and laughter. "Where's the playlist?" you asked your guitarist and band manager, Tom, as he handed you the info. It was perfect. The couple's first dance was to Adele's version of "Make You Feel My Love". You adored it and knew how to make it perfect for the couple too.

“Jesus Christ," Rooster sighed to himself. This could not be happening. Not today, of all days, this just could not be happening.

Removing his cover and sitting it protectively under his arm, he debated his dumb luck. There you were, eyes closed and lost in the song you quietly rehearsed. Still magical as you basked in the late afternoon light that poured through the bay windows behind you. Fucking ethereal, he realised. He had to get to the bottom of this as he carefully walked into the reception hall of the hotel the wedding was being held. His throat tightened as he approached you, the lyrics of the song clearer.

"'Dream a little dream of me,'" you crooned and grinned as the band gave themselves some kudos, ready for the evening's festivities. You turned your back to face your guys and chatted about switching up a few songs, depending on the vibe of the wedding party and guests.

"That was really beautiful," some guy told you, affectionately patting your shoulder as you ducked your eyes bashfully. You were never one to take a compliment easily.

Before he knew it, Rooster was before you. "It is you," he said, just quietly enough for you and your bandmates to hear, a little bewildered, as you and your bandmates turned to face him. If you weren't holding the mic stand, you might have lost your footing.

"Holy shit, Rooster. What are you doing here?" a blink and you'll-miss-it fondness gracing your features. He didn't return it.

With a gentle scoff, he replied, "What do you mean, what am I doing here? I thought you were in New York."

"I have been back a few months," you admitted. God, you were getting sick of admitting that. It sounded more pathetic every time.

"Of course you have," he started pacing. He paused, raised his long index finger, and continued to pace. If it wasn't so dramatic, it would certainly be comedic as your bandmates behind you bit back their chuckles.

"Uh, do you know this guy?" your band's manager, Tom, whispered, standing with you.

"Ex-boyfriend," you answered softly, heat prickling your face.

"Ex-boyfriend?" Rooster's ears pricked up and his deep voice cracked a little, and you cowered a little. "I think I was a little more than that." True. He was the love of your life.

"Okay, okay. But Rooster, you need to calm down. Maybe I should have mentioned I was back, but you made it pretty clear when we broke up that you didn't want to see me again.”

"You broke up with me to go to New York," Rooster calmly reminded you. "Follow your dreams, or whatever. Do not pin this... on me."

"Do you need something, man?" Tom asked. "Because all you're doing is intimidating her and that's not cool with us."

Rooster stopped and inhaled. This Tom dude wasn’t wrong and Rooster reflected, hoping to recall his cool, reminiscing on all his years of psychological training to put his body and mind through the worst of human conditions. All of that training escaped him as the moment unfolded. Of all things, he'd never want to scare or hurt you. "You have absolutely no idea, do you?" he almost accused. "I fucking texted you about this."

"I didn't get it," you said, softly. "Sorry, Rooster." He'd been blocked on your phone for so long... it had hurt too much to keep receiving his texts and you having nothing but failure to respond with.

"Well, you hadn't responded to any texts for years, why would you have started with that one?" He'd definitely fine-crafted the art of sarcasm.

"What the hell is going on, Roost?" you asked softly, embarrassed for this scene he was causing.

"This is my goddamn wedding!" he exclaimed, loosening his tall collar. He felt like he was going to have a panic attack and retreated himself. He needed air, his throat constricting.

You felt as if your heart fell out of your butt, a horrible concoction of shock... and terrible sadness. "Oh," was all you said. Well, this escalated into literally the worst day in a matter of seconds. "I didn't know - "

"How do you not know?" he demanded. "You're the fucking wedding singer."

"She's not the MC, she's never the MC," Tom spoke up. "I talk, book the gigs; she sings."

"Just the singer," you told him meekly as Tom looked over the call sheet and handed it to you and you about wanted to die. "Lt. Bradley Bradshaw and Ms Hayley Wills. Okay. Roost, I'm sorry," you looked at Tom, panicked. "I won't do this, I'll go. I won't ruin the evening for you guys."

Tom nodded, patting your shoulder. "It's okay - "

"How did you not know?" Rooster refused to understand. "This is my wedding day. Has my name not crossed your band's lips once?" he was astounded.

"No, only your bridezilla and all the changes she wanted to make up until about two hours ago," Tom warned as you raised your hand, not wanting to hurt Rooster more. "Hardly mentioned you. Can't imagine why, though," he sneered.

"Tom, it's okay," you didn't need him making the situation much, much worse.

"It's cool, man. We'll return the deposit and start packing up - " Tom continued, giving your bandmates the sign to wrap it up.

"You can't go. I've got 100 assholes I don't know watching me get married in - " he checked his watch. "Less than five minutes, depending on how late Hayley wants to be and make me sweat more than I already am."

Sighing, you carefully stepped off the stage and approached Rooster, guiding him with a light touch on his bicep that he didn't shrug away (even if it scalded him). You moved him away from your confused, protective bandmates who were about ready to take his head off. Without a word, he followed you outside into the choking humidity, no relief from the breeze off the water. “Go get married. I will leave; the band can stay. No one has to know - “ you tried as he whipped his arm away from you.

”But I’ll fucking know,” he hissed, pounded his chest, wanting to scream it at the top of his lungs. The last thing he needed to do was draw more attention to the situation.

"Okay, okay. Calm down. I get that you're upset, but I didn't know and clearly neither did you, so we're both equally as pathetic here. Your day can still go on without a hitch. I'm sure your bride is on her way now and your guests are probably wondering where the fuck you are. So stand up straight," he immediately did so. "Go find a mirror, take a shot with Bagman, and man the fuck up," you hated every word you said.

He frowned, his height towering over you suddenly. "I hate this."

You wanted to ask if he meant you or the day, but kept your trap shut. You were beginning to think a little of columns A and B.

He inhaled sharply, in hopes of calming himself. "I told myself I would never allow myself to be alone with you ever again," he looked back at your bandmates through the sheer blinds of the reception room. They'd taken the initiative to put your guitar away and start putting your kit near the door. Bless them, you thought. "And here you are, on my wedding day. I don't even want to get married," he confided. "I never did. Even when we were together, it was just a piece of paper. Why do you need it if you love someone? Shouldn't love be enough?" he rambled.

You nodded, with a shrug. "Sometimes people just need it, Rooster."

"But I don't. And she," he waved towards the rest of the hotel, putting his bride-to-be in the 'people' category. "She does. She needs the fanfare, the show. The dress. The band," he spat the last part as Hangman came into view and approached you both steadily. "Make sure I'm in my uniform. Make sure everyone knows who I am, what I do. My badges gleaming. It's 75 fuckin' degrees!"

"Rooster... Hayley is here and the guests are asking questions," Hangman said quietly. "Do you want me to go and say something?"

"What do I say?" Rooster retorted and Hangman was understandably speechless. "Just buy me some time."

Hangman nodded and made a very hasty exit.

"What am I supposed to do?" he asked you. "I cannot get married, knowing you're here."

"I'm leaving. You'll never have to think of me again," you tried reassuring him. "Tom can cover the singing, he will find a believable cover for me in case Hayley asks questions. Just breathe, and try and have a good day."

"No," he shook his head, finally meeting your gaze. "No. Know that I know you're back? I can't - I don't - " Rooster struggled to get out and you stopped, desperately wanting to hold him - hating how angry he was at you, how much he despised you in this second. "I was madly in love with you, and you left me like I was fucking nothing to you. You broke my heart! I thought about following you every day for a year and you didn't call or text me once."

Panic washed over you a few moments later when you heard, "What do you mean, 'he's just getting some air', Jake?"

Tears streaming down your face now, you dropped your eyes. The situation was escalating much faster than you had the ability to process. Guilt-riddled and in a predicament you never thought imaginable but you weren't veiled in an invisible cloak of obscurity and people could see you both now. And just to Rooster's side in your eye view, a vision in white approached, her dress moving whimsically around her. She was beautiful, everything you'd ever imagined for him. Just spectacular.

"Fuck," he rubbed his face. His entire relationship was hanging by a moment and he hoped and prayed that you both couldn't make more of a mess of this than you'd done already.

"Bradley, sweetheart? What's going on, why aren't you inside?" she asked nervously. "Is something wrong?"

He had the balls to reply, "Baby, I don't think I'm supposed to see you yet," he kept his back to you, his eyes telling you not to make a goddamn sound. No problem, you had no interest in acquainting his fiancee.

Credit to her, Hayley wasn't buying what Rooster was selling and she stiffened. "Don't bullshit me. Why are you out here? Are you getting cold feet?"

Of course he is, you wanted to reply. Things like this weren't natural to Rooster... he hated being the centre of attention, he choose when and how he'd be put on display and you knew this just wasn't him. Eloping? Yes, you could see him eloping. On a beach, a sunset, some tropical island, a cocktail function later with a handful of people you'd bothered to invite - and just like that, those thoughts you'd pushed to the back of your mind years ago were bopping in your heavy brain again. All those dreams of when you thought you and Rooster would celebrate this day and you just wanted to be sick.

"I'm just nervous," he admitted, turning to face her, bad luck be damned (how could it all get worse though?). Even he had to admit, even at his worst, she looked absolutely stunning and she was right there... waiting for only him. "You look beautiful."

"Who is this?" she disregarded Rooster's terms of endearment.

"I was just getting some air, walking past," you kind of lie. Argh. Shut up, you told yourself. Let Rooster handle this. You glued your eyes to the decking below you, wishing it would disintegrate and you'd just disappear.

"No... you're the singer," Hayley realised.

You waved gingerly. "Hi."

"Hi," she broke into a small, relieved smile. "Baby, are you coming in?" she asked Rooster as he tensed.

"I will be right in," he said. And you didn't know how well Hayley knew him, but you know without seeing those soulful hazel eyes that this man was lying through his teeth.

"Hold on... Do you two, like, know each other or something?" She certainly wasn't buying anything, you gave her credit, she had learned the wiles of Bradley Bradshaw. She was smarter than you were giving her credit for.

"No," you both lied terribly. Hayley stepped back to gaze at you both in her focus. "Brad, is there something you need to tell me?" Ew, he hated being called Brad.

His resolve breaking, he introduced you only by name although you figured she'd know that, but different contexts now. "My ex."

"Your ex-girlfriend?" Hayley asked as so calmly that it cooled your blood.

"Yes," he replied numbly.

"Oh, my God," she said softly. "The wedding singer?" she asked incredulously. "How the fuck could I have been so goddamn stupid?"

Right?

"Did you do this on purpose? Not tell me?" she suddenly flared up, the accusation in her voice rising as she closed in on Rooster.

"No, I didn't," he answered. "Trust me... there is nothing I would have wanted less. Believe me, when I tell you I simply did not know. You were pleased with the band, frankly, that's all I needed to hear. You've done all this yourself..." he rambled. But Rooster's eyes changed. You had only seen this rage once or twice, not including today, but his ability to keep his rage in tact had always been a slight downfall of his. Oh dear, you hated when Rooster smartened up because reason had found him and good things never happened when Rooster let the beast out. "Because like everything in this wedding, it's been what you wanted. If you wanted the band, you were just going to get the band anyway,” his tone must have stung his bride-to-be because the wave of bitterness hit you like a little ton of bricks.

Oh, that didn't help the situation, you thought, turning to try and leave. "Don't you go anywhere," Hayley hissed.

"This is between you two - " you tried.

"True. But you've always been there," Hayley said evenly, moving past Rooster to approach you. "Always like a shadow in the background. When I met Bradley, he made it no secret he had been hurt before and that he needed someone who he could trust fully. And that is me."

"I don't deny that," you admitted.

"You destroyed him."

And while it hurt to hear Rooster say, it felt a shit tonne worse to hear someone you didn't know say it so explicitly.

"I brought him back to life, my family adore him, only for you to come back today. How could I be so goddamn stupid? It's like I practically invited you to wreck our day," she paused to retrieve her gorgeous heel from where it was caught between the wooden planks through the layers of sheer fabric.

"I swear, I'm not here to ruin anything. I didn't know Rooster was getting married today."

Hayley gave a bold, mocking shrug. "Well, I guess now you do."

"Okay," you said, your nerves shot, you'd had enough. "You two are a mess. Clearly, the issues between you are way bigger than me. I've tried to be polite to now, but fuck it. Hayley, Rooster, good fucking luck to you both if you manage to get yourselves married today. You clearly belong to each other. I don't need this shit. Goodbye, good fucking riddance. Your dress is lovely, by the way," you told her quickly, it really was, as was the woman who wore it before her, as you desperately held back the bird and walked away.

"It's Rooster's mom's dress," she replied after you and you slowed to look to Rooster as his eyes dropped. He gave you credit, you knew exactly what Hayley was wearing and commended you for keeping your trap closed.

"This is Carol's dress?" you played up for him and him only but he didn't reply. He knew you were just trying to poke the bear.

"You knew her?" Hayley asked.

"Yeah, I grew up down the street from Rooster." You stopped yourself before you told her she let you dress up in it all the time as a child, it was your dress well before it was ever hers. That would certainly have been the final nail in the coffin of an awful, terrible day.

"So this was probably supposed to be your dress too," Hayley exploded, face red with rage. "Jesus, get me out of this place. Get me out of this shitty dress," she turned, and for the first time, you noticed a couple of dozen people around you, bearing witness to what was embarrassing to you... was probably a helluva lot worse to Rooster and Hayley. "And get me the hell away from him."

It took hours for you to stop thinking about the horrors of the previous day. The last time you checked the clock was about 2am and the alcohol in your system had helped you finally pass out, amidst the misery of your bedroom spinning and thoughts of lost love tearing you apart.

Hearing an incessant knock at whatever time it was frightened you as you noted the time on your phone. 4:30am, it blared as you sighed and reached for your UVA hoodie. "Good Lord," you muttered as the knocking continued. You shuffled down the hallway to the door, telling whoever it was to calm the fuck down. Opening the door to Rooster, maybe you weren't entirely surprised, but a little alarmed as he almost fell through the doorway. "Woah," you tried to help and pushed him upright.

He was still in his suit nix the jacket, the collar undone, his curls unruly and his face flushed from booze and frustration.

"Sorry," he mumbled quietly.

All you could ask was, "You lost?"

"Must be," Rooster replied, exhausted as he slumped against the doorframe, chewing his lip. "She, uhh... she thought it was best we not get married... today," he mumbled.

"Oh, Rooster - " you said, eyes welling as your heart broke for him.

"Or ever," he drawled.

"I'm so sor - "

"Yeah, I know. You're sorry. The sorriest you've ever been," he said meekly. "You know, I didn't even realise this was still your place. I just assumed you got rid of the lease when you left," he rambled. "Lucky guess, huh? Could have really pissed someone off if this wasn't your place," he snorted.

Failing to see the funny side, you replied, "I sub-let. What are you doing here?"

He inhaled sharply. "Nowhere else to go. Penny had to close the bar at some point. Can't go to Hayley's. Too embarrassed to show my fuckin' face on base."

”Come in, Roost,” you took his clammy hand in yours, guiding him into the apartment, and he followed numbly. "Drink?"

”Least you can do,” he said, voice terse. "I drive past here to our - Hayley's place - all the goddamn time and always see the light on. Now I know you were there, just living your life..." he stopped at a photo of you and Pheonix at the zoo one day, grinning and giggling, both gorgeous and sun-kissed. "She knows you're back, right?"

"She's known a while," you confirmed. Pheonix had seen the whole showdown between yourselves and Hayley and followed you home, damning any nuptials Rooster and Hayley may have had. She brought over the first 2 bottles of wine you shared to drown your sorrows together - a true friend.

"Can't believe she kept it from me." You knew it must have hurt him to learn his close friend keeping such a big secret from him.

"I asked her to keep quiet."

"She did a good job. She didn't know you were working yesterday?"

"Not your wedding," you sniped. "This isn't about her, Rooster. Please don't drag her into it."

"No, no," he agreed calmly. "You're right. I'm just wracking my brain, right?" he drawled. "How have we not bumped into each other? This is a small town."

"I'm not dumb enough to go where you frequent, Rooster," you rolled your eyes. Seemed fairly obvious to you.“Take a seat,” you instructed with a sigh as he meandered into the living room. It looked the same as when he spent every waking minute there. You went to the cabinet and collected a tumbler, a double shot of whiskey. You knew he’d already been drinking but this poor bastard… you helped ruined his life today.

Wandering back to him slowly, you watched him sit in his old spot and look up at you. “I don’t know why I’m here. I shouldn't have come to see you,” he accepted the glass and sipped, easing back and rubbing his face. “Hayley put me back together and you walk back into my life for five minutes and destroy it all again.”

Wasn't getting any easier to hear.

“I can’t believe this has happened,” he put his face in his hands before looking back up with an incredulous smile, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling his sleeves half up his forearms. You didn't like that smile.

”I don't know what you want me to say, Roost.”

”Stop calling me that. You don’t get to call me that anymore," he warned, there was no humour in his tone.

“Okay. I'm kind of fucking sick of talking anyway,” you sighed, sitting cross-legged on the coffee table before him. He was wretched and still as beautiful in his way. Maybe as handsome as before. The boyish innocence was gone though, and there was a man about to start his life over again. The guilt was swallowing you whole.

“Hayley's a good girl. She cares about me, she loves me,” he looked up and was simply defeated, you wanted to hold him desperately and fought every urge not to do so. “I’ve never been more embarrassed. Having to tell everyone that there wasn’t going to be a wedding today. Thought her old man would put his fist through my teeth. But I maintain that I didn’t do anything wrong."

"You didn't," you reassured him. It was on you both.

"And here I am anyway," he reasoned with his demons and continued to internalise.

Answering would only end up with a barrage of pain and insults so you stayed quiet. Rooster leaned forward, sipping the amber liquid just like he had a million times before in the same seat he found so much comfort. His eyes started from above your messy hair, they softened when he met your eyes. “And you haven’t changed a bit. Just as beautiful as the day I dropped you at LAX, with your dreams that were bigger than me and fuckin’ suitcase. I looked you up Fleet Week last year,” he confided. “I saw you had a show in Brooklyn and I was gonna come see you, make sure you were okay. Just to see with my own two eyes that you were okay in the big city without me."

"Did you come?" your eyes were trained to stay with his, but the pain dripped from his eyes unbearably.

He shook his head, but after all the booze he'd consumed, it was just a messy roll of his head. "I thought it best I didn't."

"I would have loved to have seen you."

He rolled his eyes. "Of course you would have. Whipped into a frenzy of old memories before you up and left again like I was fuckin' nothing to you."

"Do you have a single thing to say to me that isn't in the shape of an insult? Because I'm kind of done with this today. You can leave if you don't have anything constructive to add," you muttered, eyes watery. His face softened as he scooted closer to the coffee table, legs wide and he grabbed your ankles and dragged you closer to him, his palms grasping the hoodie for dear life. You were clinging to each other and it was killing you at the same time. The word vomit spilled from your lips before you could stop your, restraint failing in his close proximity. "When I left... I didn't call or text you, Rooster, because I knew the second I heard your voice, I'd be on the first plane back home, begging you to take me back. Begging you forgive me and my fucking ego. Thinking that I had a chance to ever make it."

He sighed, gently wiping a tear away with his thumb. "You deserve all the success in the world, sweetheart. You took your chance. It took me a long time to understand that. I guess I thought that maybe one day you'd come back to me... but I couldn't expect you to stay here while I was gone for weeks and months on end. I was a selfish asshole too."

True.

You stayed silent for a while, happy to study him, reaching to touch the scar that ran across his Adam's apple. It bobbed under your touch and Rooster swallowed hard. "Please don't touch me," he begged. "I will lose all resolve."

But you ignored him as your finger continued tracing the others that ran scant on his chin and the left side of his jaw. You knew what the sensation did to him, and it wasn't the intent to drive him crazy, but the temptation of him so close was starting to affect your mind and body. "Did she love these as I did?" you dared ask; and your heart raced as his eyes fluttered closed, his cheek falling lightly into your palm. "Cherish every blemish because she knew what you went through to get them?" you continued, your thumb padding his bottom lip as his breath hitched.

"Please, stop," his tired eyes half-lidded. A mix of lust and drunk... on you. His phone sounded abruptly, interrupting the revelry. You looked down, saw the callsign and dropped your touch as he sighed. You picked up his phone and he didn't stop you.

"It's okay, Mav. I've got him."

"Thank Christ," Pete sighed. You were hearing his voice for the first time in years. "I thought he'd done something stupid."

"He has. He's with me," you told him. A small chuckle replied you and the line went dead.

"Why did Mav call?" you asked. Rooster and Mav's long-running feud saddened you.

"Long story," he sighed. As long as he had Maverick back in his life, you hoped Rooster was a little less lonely.

"Does everyone hate me?"

"Naw," Rooster said softly. "Worse, they miss you. When Hangman told me you were here today, he felt like he'd seen a ghost. Like someone was playing a practical joke on him," he bit back a laugh, a half-smile gracing his features and he relinquished your touch, falling back into the couch. "I get the ghost bit though."

"I'm here, Rooster."

"Yup. In my UVA sweater that you never gave back," he licked his lips, dragging in a deep breath.

"I love this sweater," you admitted, bringing the collar to snuggle into your face. And it was all I had left of you after I walked away from you.

"Always looked better on you anyway," he gave a slow chuckle.

"Roost?"

"Hmm?" he hummed, easing back into the couch, his eyes closed as he nursed the whiskey to his lips. He took a slow sip and raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain his attention but the alcohol had taken over, the heat of the moment had gone with Mav's call and you were both back to your corners, preparing for the next round. Deciding against telling him how much you missed him and were happy to see him, even in the day's circumstances, you told him to put the glass on the table and lay down. You'd get him a blanket and pillow so he could finally give in to the sleep that was beckoning him. "You're probably right."

"I'll be right back," you told him, getting off the coffee table and walking slowly to your room, finally able to breathe. Realising that since you opened the front door, it was like someone was standing on your chest. Rooster was back in your life in a way that you'd never expected. But he was back and it was like you'd never found the courage to leave him. You had no idea how you'd be able to get over him this time.

Finding a blanket in the cupboard and a pillow from your bed, you wandered back down the hall to find him exactly how you'd guided him, snuggled into the cushions on his side and already asleep. Not surprisingly, the adrenaline had to wane at some point. You took a mental picture of how sweet and relaxed he looked for the first time today and lightly covered him with the blanket before you went back to your bed. But there was no way you could sleep again, not with him just a room away. Checking your phone, you went to his number and unblocked it, littered with all the texts you never saw when you left. Hundreds. A lot that he missed you, did you miss him? Can I visit? Are you coming home for the holidays?

Then nothing for a year. Finally... the last one, six months ago:

I'm getting married.

And there it was. "Shit," you bemoaned, realising how easily avoidable today was in hindsight. But also? How relieved you were now you had Rooster back in your life. What does that look like? You didn't know. But he was mere feet away and you would be patient to find out. As long as you could find a way to be near him, laugh with him again, it would be enough.

He was an enigma to you now. So close, yet so far. For three years, you tried your best to pretend that Bradley Bradshaw didn't exist and in a single moment, he came back screaming into focus. He still looked every bit as handsome as you'd remembered, even the moustache, new for you, surprisingly wasn't a dealbreaker, just so masculine. He was definitely in better shape, losing the last of the puppy fat that you always adored but Hayley had reaped the benefits. But his voice... oh, God, his voice, even when angry at you could still bring you to your knees. The gravelly rumble was still delightfully laced with honey, maybe deeper now with age.

Convinced the last three years were a mistake, you put your head in your hands and cried for all the failures, but also for the strength you had to walk away from a man you were so terribly in love with the try and see if you could make it without him. Maybe you could have, but the universe had other plans for you both. Not knowing what else to do, you picked up your phone and texted Natasha.

You: He's here and I don't know what to do

You weren't surprised when you saw the little dots indicating she was texting right back to you. "Just don't tell him you're still in love with him. Not yet. Do you want me to come and get him?"

You: No, he's passed out in the living room atm. Why are you up?

Pheonix: Left sound on my phone in case R texted or whatever. Kind of expected the worst tonight tbh

Pheonix: You know he's in love with you. But you can't rush this. You know what's coming: good things. But now you have to adjust to being in each other's lives again 🫣

You: Bullshit logic. Hate fucking could be amazing 🥵

Pheonix: But you don't hate each other. That is why you found it so easy to hurt each other today...

You: Deep 🫡

Phoenix: Try and get some sleep. But don't be surprised if he's not there when you wake up.

You were more surprised when you saw him at the door to your room when you woke up, still in what he wore last night, but barefoot. Stretching and hangover in full effect, your eyes raw and like sandpaper, you tried to look like a functional human adult as he gave a half-smile. "I made coffee," he said. "But you didn't have any sweetener," he nodded to the cup on the bedside table he'd left before you rose.

"Thank you," you smiled appreciatively, taking the warm mug into your palms and letting the aroma envelope you. "I don't take sugar anymore," you admitted after all the years he tried to get you to quit it.

"Imagine that," he said, amused at the development.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like shit," he admitted. "Head killing me, body feels like it's been ejected about two hundred times."

You stayed quiet. You didn't need to talk about that kind of stuff this morning.

He remained in place, very good after years of being told to stay to do it exactly. He was scared to cross the threshold to your bedroom, but you didn't want him to approach either. You'd be a lost cause if he took another single step. "I'm sorry for how I acted yesterday."

"What, like your horrible ex-girlfriend wrecked the biggest day of your life?" you slowly sat up. Thinking about it, you added, "Honestly, how were you supposed to act?"

"Better," he told you and it quietened you. He didn't want your apologies, he was taking ownership of the situation and you were so proud of him. "I know better. I was a dick, and I hate how I treated you - both of you."

"I accept that. But you don't have to apologise. It was a lot," you tried to reassure him, but it was his redemption hour and he was on his box.

"You didn't mess it up. I did," he sighed and sat down, stretching his lean legs out as he leaned against the doorframe. "I never wanted to get married - I just thought it was the logical next step, you know? I was spiralling and you were the one there that took the brunt of it."

"I shouldn't have come. I will do better research next time about who I'm singing for," you pledged (and would continue to do so).

"Hayley wanted you there. She didn't know."

"Well, now she does."

"And so does everyone on the Island," he rubbed the back of his neck, tensing, his lips in a tight line. "I thought marrying her was the right thing. I'm not getting younger."

"Yeah, how old are you now? Like 63 or something?" you teased the two-year age difference between you.

"Knock it off, I'm not dead yet," he rolled his eyes. "We're not spring chickens anymore. What are we doing with our lives?"

"Clearly making messes of them."

He actually laughed, a hearty, raspy, oh-so fucking sexy Rooster laugh. "I said knock it off. You're such a pain in the ass."

"Hey."

He hummed in reply, sipping his coffee, and looking at you over the rim of the mug.

"It's not like you do to do what's expected of you, Roost."

"Mav said the same thing," he said, quietly.

"I'm so glad you two cleared the air. Whatever happened was worth it," you told him honestly. "You need him and he needs you. You're family."

He shrugged, nonchalant. "Only took half-killing us, though," he bit his lip, knowing you would ask what the fuck he was talking about.

"WHAT?" you howled.

And he proceeded to tell you the story about the squad and their near-brush-with-death mission. And even though he made it out relatively safely in the end, you kind of wanted to kill him yourself. And Mav, for what it was worth. "Oh, my God," you said, eyes watering, body shaking by the end of it. And although you knew you shouldn't have, you bolted from the bed into him, crushed against his chest, openly wailing that you could have lost him and you would have been no better for it if Natasha had to tell you as such.

A gentle 'oof' escaped his lips as your force made contact with his torso and he smiled. "It's okay, it's okay," he said softly, patting your back tenderly. "I'm still here and making terrible life choices."

"It was a fucking one-way ticket to your grave, you idiot! I am not even surprised with Mav."

Rooster chuckled quietly. "It's okay, really. He saved us."

"You're both idiots," you conceded.

He gently pulled you back and wiped away the tears from your face. "Oh, darling. I lived to tell the tale. Don't live in the past," he whispered the latter part. "Or at least that's what my shrink says," he adjusted your posture and sat you across his lap - close, intimate and forcing you to face your demons head-on. "God, you beautiful disaster," he teased, a gentle laugh escaping his lips and he combed his long fingers through your hair lightly, tangling in your hair as they did so many moons ago, gently calming you. "Did you mean what you said last night? About if Hayley loved me like you did - "

Hiding your eyes, you played with his collar instead. "Can we not?"

He ignored you. "No one has ever loved me like you," he said softly, terribly nervous again. "I've been through some shit. But losing you was the worst thing I've ever been through as an adult. It took me a long time to learn that I pinned too many things to us; a home, a family, a life. Then you were gone and I was debilitated. But now you're back, I'm not expecting anything. I know I'm a mess too. But if - after..." he tried, stumbling over his words and holding your chin to meet his gaze. "I just want to be your friend. Just to be in your life, that will be enough for me."

Thought it killed you to say, you told him, "Things are complicated now. More than they ever were before."

"I know," he nodded. "We're older. No one said wiser." Swallowing, he continued, "Tell me this is all in my head, and I will believe you," he said confidently.

"It's not in your head," you told him delicately. "I have missed you every day since I left. Leaving was the stupidest thing I ever did. And I regret it every minute. But you have a lot of stuff to clean up... and I'm not sure I should be there for that. You need to see Hayley and apologise and sort your life out. I don't need to overcomplicate or distract you."

"But you're such a good distraction," he mewled, he thumbed your cheeks in his rough warm palms. His eyes tested you, dared you to look away.

"Don't," you warned again. You were waning though, and he knew it better than you did. He was watching you keenly, just waiting for his chance. You brought yourself here, he'd remind you, just like you used to. A position like this was never romantic, it always led to a certain wildness in you both -

"To be honest," he said. "If Jake didn't see you yesterday... we wouldn't be here."

"So we thank Bagman?!" you asked incredulously as Rooster laughed heartily, his head lolling back and resting against the doorframe and it was absolute bliss - god, you'd missed that breathy tinkle of joy and you sighed, able to fight just a moment more to keep him serious.

He relaxed and his eyes dropped, nodding. "Yeah, okay. You're right."

"Bradley," jolted back to your gaze by his name on your lips, you added. "I am so in love with you. I've always been in love with you. I'll wait for whenever this all works out for us."

"I know," he nodded, a glimmer of hope returning to his handsome features, he leaned forward and kissed you, just once, just chaste, just to test the waters. He inhaled, evening his breath - how lucky for him considering you'd stopped breathing somewhere in the conversation.

"Don't start, I swear. I'll be a lost cause if you kiss me," you begged, your fists clutching his collar and your knuckles turning white, taunting you just like you had the night before when you reminded him how you knew every devastating scar on his skin. You loved and moved each other in a way no one would ever understand.

"Don't start what?" he whispered, moving your hair from your face to trace the rim of your ear with his steady finger. A tactile asshole when he wanted to be, the use of his hands was his love language and he was going straight for the jugular. He knew every nuance of your body and mind and it left you brutally exposed for defeat.

"Rooster," you warned. "Don't."

He laughed quietly, your tone betraying you - not force, just accepting your fate and you'd lost. "I'm not doing anything," in his other palm, he gripped your wrist and brought it to his lips, the bristles of his moustache as he placed a tender kiss on your pulse. "It's racing," he tormented you. Goddamn heartbeat selling you out. It raced like a hummingbird when you were in his presence. It never changed. Its effect on you still pushed you to the absolute brink and made your head spin. "Just say the word and I'll stop."

But the words were lost as you moved to your knees and brought his face to yours. He adjusted his legs, allowing you more room and his face remained passive, daring you to say no. But as in most instances with him, the words were lost only to the actions.

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mollyjeanne615 · 1 year

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Could you please write a song adapting Ted and Charlotte’s conversation/flirting/argument in The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals before he leaves her alone with Sam?

Like… there’s the genuine love between them; their respective issues, fears and unhealthy beliefs getting in the way of it; their regret that they can’t just be happy together while also not taking action to make that happen; the stress of being stuck in an alien zombie apocalypse; Charlotte’s grief over and Ted’s resentment of Sam; and their difficulty actually communicating all the previous things. And of course, the sexual tension. I just think that all of those layers interplaying would make a really good song. Especially since their dynamic wasn’t explored much in the show.

There could even be a coda where Ted, after leaving, muses that he could have done better, but he’s been very careful to never give her reason to expect better from him, so she’ll get over it. They’ll be back to their version of normal soon enough (messy as it is). So he doesn’t need to go back in there and apologize or say some heartfelt shit or anything. Then the final notes are the first ones of “You Tied up My Heart”.

I say this every time but holy SHIT this was fun

So I tried to get as much of this prompt into one song as I could - it doesn't cover the entire scene, so there would be a little bit of dialogue between this and "You Tied Up My Heart," but I think it captures a lot of their relationship and connection. There could also totally be some underscoring from this going into the next song in a full production. (Also this wouldn't be in a full production cause they wouldn't be singing, but I dream.) I also cheated a bit with the orchestrations - I've been trying to make them as playable by the original bands of the shows as possible, but for this I switched out the bass part for a second guitar cause why not. There's a little bit of "Time Bastard" in the opening synth part, and there's a pretty big motif/reprise/stolen chord progression in the bridge of the song - I was trying to think of other Hatchetfield songs relating to Spankoffski stories and sexual temptation and all that, and I think this one did the trick lol. I'm super proud of the demo for this one - it came out somewhere between "Dead Girl Walking" from Heathers and "D.O.A." from The Lightning Thief, and I'm really in love with it. Hope y'all enjoy!

In the Worst Way

CHARLOTTE: Ted! I can’t believe you’re thinking about that at a time like this, the whole world could be coming to an end!

TED: Yeah. Exactly. The whole world’s gone to shit and you’re worried about what someone else might think about you?

CHARLOTTE: Well, when you put it like that…

TED:

You think you’re such a good, good girl You pick your nails, you hide your stress But it’s the end of the fucking world So you can afford to decompress

You put your image on a throne You crumple underneath the crown But you need to grow a backbone Before it breaks you down

You’ve been in bed with a scumbag But baby, can’t you see You have a chance to upgrade To a sleazeball like me

So if I’m dying tonight I’ve got a great way to cap off my life I’ll be going out doing the thing I love Screwing around with another man’s wife Maybe there’s better things I should worry about today But I’d rather be here with you So let me say I want you in the worst way

CHARLOTTE: Oh, you’re such a horny bastard.

TED: Always have been, always will be.

CHARLOTTE:

My body’s telling me to run My mind is saying you’re no good But I need something just for fun So I guess I probably should

I’ve wished upon so many stars To be more confident and crude So I’ll embrace the love that’s ours With a badass attitude

TED: Okay!

CHARLOTTE:

There’s something in my gut that says You might still be alright Cause I need someone to love me Before we bite the dust tonight

So if I’m dying today I’m gonna let you lead me astray I might be meeting my maker pretty soon So I’ll get down on my knees and pray Maybe there’s better things I should worry about today But I’d rather be here with you So let me say I want you in the worst way

TED:

Ooh, I want you in the worst way, yeah

TED AND CHARLOTTE:

My happiness is coming first, I won’t be on my own Let all those without sin cast the first stones I’ll do all I can so you’ll never be alone At least until we kick the bucket

CHARLOTTE:

But should I just stick with the devil I know

TED AND CHARLOTTE:

Well, you know what, fuck it!

They make out passionately as a rocking electric guitar solo backs them up.

TED AND CHARLOTTE:

So if I’m dying right now I’ll spend this moment breaking a vow There’s nowhere else I need to be And I needed a little break anyhow Maybe there’s better things I should worry about today But I’d rather be here with you So let me say Yeah, let me say I want you in the worst way

TED:

Let’s let the chips fall where they may

TED AND CHARLOTTE:

I want you in the worst way

CHARLOTTE:

My husband’s brains fell out today

TED AND CHARLOTTE:

I want you in the worst way Maybe there’s better things I should worry about today But I’d rather be here with you So let me say I want you in the worst way

They kiss again on the button of the song.

#team starkid #starkid #tgwdlm #the guy who didn't like musicals #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #ted spankoffski #Charlotte sweetly #most of the time when I write these I'm like “it would be cool if people from starkid saw this eventually but I don't need them to”#but HOLY SHIT I want Joey and Jaime to sing this

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viviennevermillion · 1 year

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Amusement Park Date

contains: character x gn!reader, modern au, a little bit of crack, a bit of making out w/ pantalone (nothing suggestive tho), scara still has his vision

characters included: kaveh, pantalone, wanderer

warnings: none

Kaveh

Believe it or not, Kaveh has actually been saving his money for this trip for months. Granted, Alhaitham had to remind him repeatedly that he'd been wanting to go there with you for ages and that he better get a grip if he wanted to make it a reality, but Kaveh eventually did it.

The date at the amusement park was actually a birthday gift for you (along with a painting that Kaveh drew, trying to portray his love for you with colors!) and he was so happy to see that you liked it! Though....Kaveh at times seemed actually more excited than you.

In the last two weeks before the trip you'd often get messages like "only 8 more days!!!" from Kaveh.

When the day is finally here, Kaveh wakes up at an ungodly hour in the morning and attempts to wake you up with his kisses. He'd press soft kisses to your temple and nuzzles your cheek gently. "Kaveh....love....just 10 more minutes", you mumble against his lips before kissing back sleepily and then burying your head in his chest. Kaveh will carry you out of bed if he has to.

He puts on a colorful shirt with a triangle pattern and a deep v-neck and wears a loose-fitting jacket over it. He adds a bunch of accessories, including big creole earrings, to his outfit and straight up looks like he's been hired to model at the amusement park.

Already takes a bunch of pictures with you on the way there. His favorite is the one where he's giving you a sweet kiss to the cheek.

He goes to the bathroom and leaves his phone on the train seat next to you and you happen to see a notification from Alhaitham texting "stop sending me couple pictures."

"I think I can see it!", he tells you excitedly during the last ten minutes of the train ride, trying to spot the amusement park in the distance.

Heartbroken over the fact that he has to wait in a line at the entrance. Spends the time listening to his new favorite playlist. He shares his headphones with you and gives you a kiss whenever there's a line in the song that reminds him of his love for you.

He adds the amusement park music to his playlist too. Whether they play pop songs or have special themes for their different rides, Kaveh wants to keep them in his memory.

He tells you that you can hold his hand in the haunted house if you're scared but he ends up being the one clinging to you.

Confused by the mirror labyrinth in the fun house. You're standing there snickering like: "Keep going Kaveh, you'll get there, I believe in you."

He gets a big cotton candy for both of you and then complains that his fingers feel sticky after eating from it.

If there's photo booths or those cardboard cutouts you can put your face in, he insists to do that with you. "Hey, y/n, did you know that Alhaitham blocked me?" "Did you try and send him this photo?" "....Maybe?"

Kaveh is super excited for the rollercoasters but the thing is that he's never actually been on a rollercoaster before so he's definitely one of the people who scream the whole time. After trying one with a loop once you have to sit down with him on the bench for like 20 minutes and he's never going on one that loops ever again.

He accidentally befriends a painter who offers to paint the amusement park visitors in exchange for some mora. Kaveh has a whole conversation with him about art, exchanges numbers with him with the promise to work on a collaborative project sometime and dude decides to draw a couple picture of the two of you for a reduced price because Kaveh was so appreciative and polite.

His favorite ride is the chairoplane and he wants to go on it multiple times and holds your hand throughout the ride, just appreciating the feeling of flying, along with the upbeat music and the bass from the speakers.

Probably starts a flash mob in the big square in front of the chairoplane on accident and then a bunch of people end up dancing together to a popular pop song. If you agree to dance with Kaveh, he'll be absolutely delighted, giving you his brightest smile everytime he looks at you.

He tries to win you a plushie or something else you like at a shooting booth or the claw machine but fails miserably and sulks about it.

Decides to get dinner with you at one of the food stalls and orders something for himself that's way too spicy for his tastes.

He tops the trip off with a boat ride on a beautiful swan lake once the sun is setting. He holds you close against his chest and sings you a song quietly, pressing a kiss to your forehead after he's finished. "I love you so much. I'm going to keep this day in my memory for a long, long time", Kaveh whispers softly and leans his head against yours.

When he gets out of the boat, he tries to feed one of the swans and the swan hisses at him. "Oh my god...", Kaveh gets startled as the swan slowly starts walking after him and hissing louder. Kaveh starts walking a bit faster and the swan starts running. "Y/n....y/n help", Kaveh sounds a little uneasy. "Hold on, I just gotta send this to Alhaitham", you snicker as you record a video of the swan charging after your boyfriend.

Pantalone

He actually owns the amusement park and he wanted to take you on this date to spoil you rotten and also subtly brag about his fortune so your job here is to be as much of a menace as you can be.

"No." Pantalone crosses his arms as he stares at your mischievous expression, as you're waiting for him to take his seat next to you on the water coaster. He clutches his expensive jacket tighter around him regretting the fact that he didn't see this coming and contemplating why he didn't just take you to a fancy restaurant instead. Because you knew they'd love it here...., he sighs and thinks to himself as you stare at him with your pleading eyes. "Pantalone~", you reach out your hand to him and oh god he's so weak for you. Regrets all his life choices when he gets into the coaster but still has to smile at your excited expression and the kiss you press to his cheek as a thanks for doing this with you.

The only reason he doesn't scream on the rollercoasters is that his anxiety for his reputation is bigger than his fear of the rollercoaster. Needless to say he ends up soaked on the water coaster and the camera takes a picture exactly when all the water splashes into his face. So you spend half an hour in a staff bathroom with Pantalone as he gets a hair dryer delivered there by the park staff and tries to dry off his clothes and fix his hair.

"Sorry....I thought it would be fun...", you start feeling guilty for wanting him to take the coaster ride with you. Pantalone's face softens and he presses a soft kiss to your lips multiple times. "It was", he reassures you and squeezes your hand. You help him dry his hair and then proceed with your trip.

"Hey, isn't that the head of surgery in that hospital you own?", you ask in confusion as you see the man dressed in the mad scientist costume in the haunted house. Pantalone greets Dottore briefly. "Doesn't he make a whole lot of money already? Why does he work part-time at the haunted house?", you whisper to Pantalone once you've passed Dottore by. "Oh he doesn't work here", Pantalone chuckles, "this is more of a hobby of his. He's doubled their revenue ever since he started coming here so they let him in and out as he pleases."

You hear a kid sobbing behind you as you get out of the haunted house, his mother patting his hand gently. "Don't worry Timmie, the mad scientist isn't actually real, it's just a costume", she explains softly and little Timmie picks up a pigeon from the street and holds it for comfort. "Oh dear", Pantalone chuckles and reaches for your hand.

You have to stop Pantalone from buying out the entire souvenir shop for you.

He also questions all his life choices when you go on the spinning tea cup ride and you spin that thing so fast that Pantalone is clinging onto the seat belt for dear life

He asks you to go on the tunnel of love ride with you next and you agree.

"Pantalone....is it just me or is this ride going way slower than it's supposed to?", you raise your eyebrow at the innocent smile he gives you, "also why are we the only people in the boat?" "Don't worry about it", Pantalone keeps smiling at you and kisses your lips gently but passionately. He holds the back of your head and pours so much love into his kiss that for a while the only thing you could focus on was his overwhelming amount of affection, the way he squeezed your hand and the way he started trailing kisses down your neck. Your tone becomes serious. "Pantalone did you block the other people from the ride and reduce the tempo by 75%-", he cuts your words off by pressing his lips to yours again, undoing your seat belt and pulling you onto his lap. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses several kisses on the spot just below your ear. "I love you", he whispers and holds your face in his hands, looking at you like you're the most valuable treasure in his whole life. "I swear to god if I fall out of this boat- the sign says 'keep the seat belts on'", you mumble. Pantalone just smiles against your lips before giving you another deep kiss. "This thing is going at a speed slower than we walk, you're not going to fall out of the boat, love", he pulls you close to him and hugs you, "just relax...."

So you melt into his embrace and you had to admit that for all the schemes he's pulling, it actually felt nice to take some time off from people for a while after being surrounded by families with children and loud park noises all days. So you let Pantalone kiss you for as long as he pleased, enjoying the taste of his lips and how soft they felt against yours. His lips still tasted like the peach lip balm he put on after the water coaster. His fingertips draw circles onto your back and you bury your hands in his soft hair. Pantalone smiles into the kiss. You knew how much he loved when you played with his hair. Pantalone rests his head against your chest and closes his eyes, just letting you pamper him for a while.

"You know, I feel like we've been in there for 20 minutes", you mumble as you get out of the ride. You glance over to the entrance to see a long line of angry people, some chanting "let us in!"

"Oh my god what have you done?", you look at Pantalone who just chuckles, winks at you and wraps an arm around your shoulder. "You've been complicit in it."

Once the park closed up, Pantalone guides you to the biggest square in the park as you watch a hundred of beautiful lanterns rise into the sky. You try not to think about for how long the staff members had to work extra hours just so Pantalone could spoil you. "A dance?", he asks you softly and holds his hand out to you. You dance with him to the slow music underneath the lights, marveling at their beauty while Pantalone can't stop staring at your face instead. He could have a show of lights everyday if he wanted to. Few things he could gift you were anything extraordinary for him, but you were the most special person in his life and he still couldn't believe he was blessed with your love every day.

He gestures for you to wait a second as he disappears behind a booth and comes back with a bouquet. "Y/n.....I love you more than I could possibly put into words. Please accept this bouquet of diamond roses as a token of my love. They'll never wilt and they're everlasting just like my love", he takes your hand in his and presses a soft kiss to it. "How are you not broke yet?", you sigh and give him a tight hug. "Do you not like them?", he asks, worry lacing his voice. "I love them", you look up at the night sky again, holding your bouquet and Pantalone wraps his arms around you from behind as you both watch the lights rise into the night sky, "I love you."

Wanderer

Kicks this trip off with saying "I aspire to be that childless couple cranky 30+ year old parents get mad at solely for being at the amusement park" and that is the general vibe of the entire day.

He doesn't feel like standing in the waiting line at the entrance so he tells you to hold onto him and just uses his anemo powers to fly to a spot straight at the ticket booth.

One of the park employees dressed in amusement park merch greets you with a friendly smile. "Welcome to Primoland - here you can find everything you wish for", he says and Scara replies dryly. "Even my sanity?" "Scara- Two tickets please." The man at the ticket booth looks at you two with a questioning expression but hands out the tickets, probably glad to see you move on.

He's mostly silent on the rollercoasters since they don't bother him much nor are they that much fun to him, so he usually sits there with a straight face. Except if you scream or cling onto him because you're scared. Then he makes fun of you.

You don't know how but you take your eyes off him in the haunted house for 3 minutes and he scares the crap out of at least 5 children.

He wins you the biggest teddy bear at the shooting booth, popping the balloons with his anemo powers. "So you don't complain that I didn't get you anything or something like that", he mumbles and hands it to you. "Hey! I wanted that bear", a small kid next to him pouts and Scara sticks out his tongue to the little girl. "Scara, please, you're an adult-", you facepalm. The girl's mother snaps at him that her daughter wanted that teddy bear and that he shouldn't be such a spoilsport and let the child have some joy. "I really didn't expect to meet such entitled adults when coming here with my family today", she shakes her head and puts her hands on her hips in disappointment. "And I didn't expect to meet a slightly more boring version of Ebenezer Scrooge and yet here we are", Scara retorts and you pull him away by his arm.

Please stop him from picking fights with random visitors.

He wants to get you a popsicle at the shop near the entrance and there's a couple in front of him with their cart packed full of candy, about 50 Primoland socks, matching t-shirts and all kinds of toys. Scara looks grumpier by the second as they seem to take half an eternity to pay for their stuff. The man turns around to him and gives him an apologetic look. "We have 7 children", he explains. "I can see that", Scara replies dryly. Your popsicle is already half-molten when he comes out of the shop. "We can drink that with a straw at this point", Scara mumbles.

You take a photo of him holding a big cotton candy and comment on how cute he looks and he just looks super annoyed on the picture which may or may not be due to the fact that he's blushing quite a bit.

You go on the ferris wheel with him, expecting to have a nice and relaxing ride with him, perhaps cuddling a bit but Scara stands up and starts making the gondola shake a lot from the inside. You grab him by the waist and pull him onto your lap, holding him in place. "Sometimes I feel like it's a bad idea to take you anywhere ever", you sigh and bury your face in his shoulder, gently kissing his neck once in a while to make sure he stays still and stops trying to tease you.

The bumper car ride is his absolute favorite. He drives like a madman and manages to use his abilities to make the car go faster than intended, ramming into everything in his path. He wants to go several rounds and two boys ask him what they have done to upset him. "Scara, we're trying to have fun here not cause someone a concussion....", you joke. "Maybe that is my way of having fun", he teases and sticks out his tongue to you. So you meet it with yours and pull him into a kiss, his eyes widening but he melts into your embrace immediately. He's like this cat:

author's note: planned to post this on wednesday but then I got something in my eye and couldn't open it anymore so I wrote kaveh's part with one hand and a shirt tied around my left eye.

#genshin impact #kaveh x reader #pantalone x reader #wanderer x reader #yaepublishinghouse #scaramouche x reader #kaveh x you #pantalone x you #scaramouche x you #wanderer x you #genshin impact headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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ssplague · 1 year

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Track One of SSplague’s Super Psycho smut and song fic spectacular

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Warnings: Stalkerish/Aggressive behavior, mentions of abusive family, radicalized religion, Vampire AU, blood, blood sucking, virginity loss, slight blood play, degradation, chains, SEX, Let me know if I missed any!

“Some people call it a one night stand but we can call it paradise”

🌃. You saw me standing by the wall, 🚏 Corner of a Main Street & the lights 🚥 were flashing on your window sill 🪟 all alone ain’t much fun 🪩 so you’re looking for a thrill 🪞 and you know just what it takes 🫦 and where to go

It was with apprehension you reorganized your vanity after deeming your face fit enough to withstand a night out. You’d become something of a recluse over the last few months, and when anyone asked why they never got a straight answer. You’d rather not tarnish your reputation by admitting the truth behind the matter, deeming it better to keep your lips sealed and replaying the truth late at night while you lay awake in bed. Secret to remain hidden between clenched thighs and twitching hands that were desperate to wander.

You had been naïve, going out on the town all alone, but you hadn’t known any better. Having grown up in some small town in the Bible Belt.

You ran off to your freedom under the cover of night with two strange young women who had been camping in the woods near your home for a week. You happened upon them by chance as you’d slipped into the woods to avoid the preacher’s son. The “godly” young man who’s wandering eyes seemed to always linger on and outline your figure these days. After introducing yourself to the duo, the two had provided a listening ear to your tales of woe. Once you’d finished, they began to share stories from their lives back home, the tales that would be normal to anyone else were riveting to you. You visited their camp every day after that, and when they offered you the chance to return with them you took it. Your heart pounded in your chest as you rode away in the back of that jeep, there truly was more to life than fire, brimstone, abstinence, womanly duties, & utter misery.

Stealing another glance at yourself in the mirror you wondered if this was really a good idea? Luck had been on your side last time, but what if this time luck wasn’t enough? All you could remeber clearly were piercing red eyes, and the way he made you feel that night. Feelings so strong that you still felt echoes of pleasure, and mixed emotions half a year later.

You glance out your dingy window to survey the streets below, the tingle on your skin serving as an inkling that someone’s eyes had been on you.

It was just a trick of the light that had a lone figure smoking a cigarette appear to have that same flash of ash blonde hair that comes and goes within the reel of memories from that night.

This night was different than that one, you aren’t going out with something to prove, with someone to defy. It was a simple night out with friends, no expectations other than returning home alone and falling asleep happy you had went.

Shuffling inside the club you were pleased to find a somewhat comfortable atmosphere. The heat wasn’t stifling and bodies didn’t occupy every single space of the building. People were still dancing but the bass wasn’t overpowering to the point your rib cage was rattling either. A familiar pinkette catches your eye with an eager wave and you approach the table of familar faces, only to realize that not all of them are ones you recognize. You were lured out under false pretenses it would seem, you fight the curling of your upper lip and offer a slight grin.

“I’m so happy you came out! These two didn’t believe me when I said you were coming!” Mina exclaims happily. You already know she’s referring to Jiro and Uraraka, and not the three men that also occupy the table. Six people that already seemed to be paired together and you just happen to be unlucky number seven, a third wheel.

“Have I really been out of the loop for that long?” Translation: All three of you are in relationships now? Last time I checked I thought you all were “smart, independent, etc.

The first man to be introduced was the largest, his stature and bright red hair weren’t what got you, it was the sharpness of the teeth he flashes you when he smiled. The second was only slightly smaller than the first, he had a boyish charm that was stark in contrast to his black suit and mop of green curls. The third was average in size but what he lacked in brawn was made up for with his seemingly larger than life personality, his electric blonde hair was as shocking as the enthusiastic greeting he gives you.

Kirishima, Midoryia, Kaminari, three friends that happen to be seeing Mina, Ochako, and Jirou. You knew it wasn’t a coincidence that they happened to all be in the same place at the same time. Just as you were about to excuse yourself to grab a drink, one is set down in front of you, the same one you’d had on that solo night out six months ago. You quickly reach out for the women that brought it over as she began briskly walking away, “Excuse me! Who is this from?”.

Her eyes flickered behind you for a split second before she pursed her lips, “I cant tell you that but I assure you it’s safe, I made it myself”. That being said she’s quick to slip out of your light hold and retreat back behind the bar.

“What will it be miss?”

“Ah um…I don’t know what exactly to call it but I want a Shirley temple with alcohol in it…”

“You have ID?”

You present the card with burning cheeks and the women nods, “Cherry Vodka okay with you?”

“Ah yes, uhm that’ll work”

The memory has your cheeks heating up again, and feeling eyes on your back has you turning in the same direction the women had glanced in. When nothing sticks out you rejoin the group you’d been sitting with. Rather than swigging your drink down in a couple gulps (like you had last time) you took note of your company and decided on small sips. Offering demure smiles in between, attempting to keep your facade as you giggled, and engaged in light hearted teasing with your friends.

You’d allowed Mina to pull you to your feet and danced with both her and Ochako for a handful of songs. Happily handing them over to their respective men as the music transitioned to something slower.

On your way back towards the table you passed a nervous looking Jiro being pulled into the crowd of dancers. Sitting back down at the now empty table, you felt the slightest bit envious. Deeming now as good a time as any to grab a smoke on the patio, you wander outside. It was somehow even darker out here than it was inside, getting a cigarette out of your bag, you cursed as you shuffled the few contents around in the small space.

Dammit!

You chose to ignore the feeling of being watched this time, maybe if you hadn’t, you’d of been prepared when you met that alluring crimson gaze. “Need a light?” The voice spooked you as a flame appears in front of your face. Taking a couple small inhales your cigarette is lit and you begin to thank the man. Only when your eyes meet his, the words seem to get loged in your throat.

Despite the shock, you are able to keep any trace of recognition off your face, “Th-Thank you…guess I forgot mine”. You purposely walk a few feet away, foolishly backing yourself into a corner as if he wouldn’t follow you. Silly girl, you just barely escaped him last time, and he’d been on the hunt for you ever since.

It would take a lot more than luck to save you this time.

“Here by yourself?” The raspy sound of the familiar voice leaves goosebumps on your skin. You pray he’s forgotten about you, that your face hasn’t been at the forefront of his mind since you silently slipped from his bed. You fail to realize your immediate slip up as you answer “Not this time, friends are inside”. It’s impossible to even attempt to feign disinterest in the gorgeous man at your side.

“Seems like they’re preoccupied….Since they let you sneak away outside I mean” he tries to make it sound like an off handed speculation, but you catch the implication. “Ah you’re right, they’re probably looking for me, I should go-“ your attempt to flee is easily thwarted as his larger body cages you in between himself and the patio railing.

“Nah, their too busy, I’m sure they’ll be reassured your okay if they remember to ask about you” his sudden grip on your back side has you gasp as you try to push against the chiseled chest between your delicate fingertips, “Excuse me, I really should be going-“.

“Cut the Fuckin’ act, you weren’t this disagreeable last time!” He snaps, catching your chin in between the thumb and forefinger of the hand not gripping your ass.

The shock of being called out has you gaping open mouthed back at him, “I played by the rules last time, you wanted to Dance so I asked you to dance, reassured you I was a good guy and all that other shit, I’ve been looking for you for half a year now, remembering how beautiful you looked beneath me, and the angelic sounds you made from my touch, m’sorry if I’m a bit too pent up to play your Fuckin games tonight princess”.

You bat your eyes as you pout your lips when the pad of his thumb caresses your plump appendages.

“Awww was I too straightforward? You imagined our reunion would be sweeter than this? C’mere dumbass” he isn’t gentle when your lips meet his, despite the shyness you show him once again when his tongue playfully engages with yours. Looking back on this time in the future, you’ll realize you didn’t stand a chance at ever truly escaping from him. The realization of this hits you heavy as you find yourself in the back of a fancy car with a driver taking the two of you back to the place you’d managed to give him the slip last time.

Rather than risk you trying to scamper off into the night, he scoops you up in his arms and carries you inside, up the same stairs you’d nervously followed him up last time. You felt each of the remaining beats left in your heart, relished the almost sensual rythm it pounded out within your chest. This was how you chose to remember the moments before it ceases to ever move another inch.

The first time you’d entered this lavish bedroom had you realizing just how sheltered you’d truly been all your life.

It was so easy to forget all the warnings and lectures on saving your virtue, as you became lost in those crimson orbs. You hadn’t thought twice about lowering yourself to kneel before him, the way you stared up at him with such reverence as though he were something to be worshipped.

“I’ve never done any of this before”

That statement both saved your life and sealed your fate. Originally, he’d just planned to drain you dry and let you wither away into a husk, to be swept away by the wind at first light. Plans change.

Forever here would your innocence lie; First blood, shared and swapped between hungry lips, and any excess sinking into expensive Italian sheets as your pleasurable cries resound around the bedroom walls. Laying with you in his arms was the most at peace he’s felt in five hundred years. It was only natural for him to get some much needed rest, but waking up to an empty bed, well that didn’t sit right with him. He curses as he jumps out of bed, all terrifying snarls and gnashing teeth as he continuously berated himself inside of his head.

-Should of fucking turned her the second she’d passed out, who knows how long it will take to find her again!

When you’d made it back to your dingy little apartment the first slivers of sunlight illuminated the way as you were barely able to stumble into bed. Next time you woke up the sun was setting on Monday evening, you’d been sure you’d got home around 4 am on Saturday …What the hell had happened? The fog clouding your memory, skin being adorned by so many bruises making you look something akin to a Dalmatian, accompanied by the aching in places that had your face burning with embarrassment…That served in solidifying your decision of becoming a temporary shut in.

Returning to the present in a daze, It’s not the feeling of your clothes seeming to have disappeared as you’re tossed on the bed that has you sensing overwhelming dread.

It’s the heavy weight of something fastened to your ankle, surely put there to prevent another possible escape attempt. If news of your disappearance and inevitable death happened to reach the bum fuck town your parents continue to reside in, your mother would blame your early demise on your fascination with sin, but to the public she’d claim it on a thorn of the flesh. Apparently all the prayers herself and the other delusional townsfolk would have undoubtedly said for you by now weren’t capable of preventing this sticky end.

“Six Fucking months I looked for you…You won’t get away from me ever again…”

In the blink of an eye he was looming over you, and the inferno blazing within that crimson gaze threatened to consume you.

“I…I didn’t think-“ your stammering is cut off by the annoyed huff that escapes him, “Tch, course you didn’t think, didn’t think I’d care if you ran out on me? Didn’t think I’d look for you? Guess you thought fucking wrong then hah?”. It’s adorable the way your bottom lip trembles as you force yourself to continue staring up at him, tears shimmering behind your lashes.

The display only made him feel more desire, his teeth ached to sink into you, to condemn you to an eternity by his side.

You shuddered, eyes closing as his fingers blazed a trail down your chest, thumbing each of your nipples before tip toeing down your stomach. Only to come back up and strike each mound before pinching the stiff peaks.

“Look at me”

A whimper escapes you as you shake your head, he doesn’t like that.

Let me in

Once again your chin is gripped between his thumb and forefinger, applying pressure that has your jaw creaking, “I said look at me”. Your eyes open and all you can see is red, it’s sucking you in, drowning you in pools of crimson.

Rummaging around inside your head, Katsuki sees you writhing around in your bed, feels the yearning you felt as you longed for his touch instead of your own. Sees the night sky and busy streets through your eyes as you sniffle, chastising yourself for calling your mother, and hating yourself for even slightly hoping that she had anything other than venom to spit. Of course she was disgusted by your confession and still furious at your desertion.

“I’m not a bit surprised that you gave away your virtue so easily. Running off to live in sin! Don’t you dare return here with some bastard child on your hip, I won’t let you pass the threshold unless you’ve decided to repent! Learn your lesson the hard way, you are no child of mine until then!”

The loneliness you felt was something Katsuki was all too familiar with.

“I…I know what…you are” your whispered words interrupted his venture into your head. Now that your eyes were wide open again, the man above you pressed his forehead to your’s. “You’re a…You’re one of them”. Your teeth began to chatter after you managed to stutter the words out.

“What am I exactly?” His tone mocking, your lashes flutter when his tongue runs across your lips, “Are you afraid y/n? Hah?”. His lips ghost over your’s once more, and then he’s pulling away from you. You are afraid, afraid he might just melt into the shadows around the room and leave you alone. So you make a grab for him, with pleading but still lust filled eyes, “I’m not scared of you, if you wanted me dead you would have done it last time….I feel it too y’know…M’not as stupid as I look”.

A beautiful flash of defiance appears in your eyes as you continue, “You made me feel more love in one night than I’ve felt my entire life…There’s something going on here…How did I know your name before you ever told me it? Just as you knew mine? It’s not possible that we met before that night…is it?

“I ran away because once I woke up I was frightened, I gave myself to a complete stranger, a being that I was taught preyed upon weak willed, easy to deceive fools out alone at night…I fell into the traps I’d been warned about for years and all I can think about is how badly I want you to ensnare and keep me trapped with you forever…” your hands aren’t shaking when they run up his muscular biceps and loop around his neck “Make me your’s again Katsuki, for good this time”.

Of course he’s more than happy to oblige, this was going to happen wether you wanted it to or not, but it was better to have you willing.

If his heart was capable of pounding it would be hammering away in his chest right now. To have you this close again brought an end to his agonizing loneliness.

Spending 400 years without you was awful in itself, but the pain returned ten fold when you’d slipped through his fingers six months ago. Katsuki wanted to hate you for tricking him into believing the all consuming loneliness had come to an end, letting that old wound scab over as he slept soundly with you in his arms. Only to awaken with empty arms and the chill of his empty bed, but I still the wound re-opened the full ache replaced with a sharp sting beginning again. You may not remember your past lives together, but he did. Then again, considering you knew his name before he’d omitted it, maybe the memories were just as locked away inside your head.

As good a control as Katsuki prides himself on having, he felt it slipping after your request. Buying himself some time to cool off, he slips down your body to settle himself between your thighs. Last time he’d split you open on his cock before getting a proper taste of you. The blood that dribbled out of you had been so sweet, so savory that he had slip his tongue inside your mouth so you could see what all the fuss was about. The memory has him rutting against the bed as he takes a bite of your thigh, flicking his tongue over the skin to soothe it. Grinning at the way your arch up off the mattress, you tug at his hair as he slurps up some of your juices, giving your clit a harsh suck and a tiny little nibble, just for the sake of hearing you cry.

“Please don’t make me wait anymore, I need you”

You quit blubbering when he’s hovering over you once more.

Trailing one of his fingers over the small trail of blood that he leftover on your thigh. You open your mouth instantly as he presses down on your tongue, keeping eye contact while sucking his finger clean.

Finally the blunt tip of his dripping cock pokes through your lips and prods at the rim of your hole. Pressing inside of you Katsuki lets out a hiss as you throw your head back, lips forming an O at the sinful sensation. The stretch is painful but welcomed at the same time, your inner walls are sucking him in, squeezing his cock just as fucking tight as last time “Fuckin hell your choking me princess, loosen up”.

His words have you doing the opposite, instead squeezing around him harder for a few seconds, before your legs are securely gripping his waist.

Good, now there is no escape for either one of you.

“Hold on tight baby, cause this next part is going to hurt, and once I get a taste of you on my tongue I really won’t be capable of being nice”

He warns you, stroking your cheek with his thumb, the emotion burning in his eyes is reassuring.

“Then I’ll remember everything? We’ll be together for eternity this time?” You limit yourself to two questions, cunt pulsing around the intrusion as you cock warm him.

“You should, once you grant me full access into your mind, you did it earlier so it should be easy a second time…You won’t ever be able to escape me princess, once I mark you I’ll always be able to find you, there won’t be anywhere you can hide” his lips press against the spot on your neck, and your trembling fingers thread together with his.

The seconds before the bite were a blur, and though you could feel yourself screaming, it was as if no sound had slipped out. It hurt so much, you sobbed as your life force was seemingly drawn out of you.

You think you’d cried for your mother at some point, when the venom started circulating through your veins. Everything was burning, it was all so excruciating! You felt the last beat of your heart, it pounded up until the very end and then it was over. The heaviness that’s weighed on you since your teen years was gone. You felt featherlight, like you could walk on air! Your mind was free from the weight of guilt, sorrow, failure, and loneliness, those feelings could be cast aside just like your mortality had been. you started to come to, Katsuki’s voice inside your head was the most beautiful sound,

“You back with me now? You did so good baby, m’so proud of you…feeling a little better?”.

Your eyes opened, a scarlet ring surrounded and faded into the e/c, they were somehow even more captivating than ever like this.

Blinking up at the handsome face hovering inches above your own you grinned at him. Your tongue found the sharpened points of your canines instantly, poking at each of the new additions curiously. A wave of intense and sudden desire had your fingers tangling themselves in ash blonde locks, with much more strength than normal you pulled their owner in for a kiss. The taste of your blood was still fresh on his lips, it stained his tongue, and you delighted at this. The internal walls of your cunt clenched around the cock still inside of it. The two of you moan in unison as Katsuki gives an experimental rut of his hips, which was quickly reciprocated by you grinding down on him.

I can’t believe this bastard had me cock warming him while I was unconscious and suffering!

The sudden loud laugh that your lover emits against your lips startled you. He continues laughing once your mouths are separated and your eyes narrow, “What’s so funny?” You practically hiss. His reply doesn’t reach your ears verbally, I can hear you idiot! rattles around the inside of your skull. You gasp loudly, eyes widening as he continues speaking directly inside your head; I was planning on fucking you through your transformation but I guess I got a bit overwhelmed once I got to taste you again….Had to make sure I did everything properly to turn you, then once I felt your fear and anxiety coming through I just needed to comfort you…

“So we can share our thoughts and emotions through some sort of mental link?” You asked out loud, muttering a quiet “Guess I’ll need to work on it…” as an afterthought.

“Our souls are bound to each other forever, without one the other can’t exist” he replies, placing a tender kiss on your lips. Which quickly becomes more heated and knowing that this intense desire is not only your feelings but also his has something awakening inside of you. You actually do let out a loud hiss when your hips are pinned to the mattress, putting a stop to their grinding against his.

“Awww Whatsamatter?” You could feel the smugness radiating off him, rather than making you Angry, it only succeeds in making you that much more desperate for him.

“Is she upset because my princess wants to get her guts rearranged? Seems my innocent little lamb has been replaced by a cock hungry whore….Beg for it if you want it” the filthy language has you clench around him once again “Like getting talked to like this baby? Fuck yeah you do, I can feel it”.

He can’t help but gently press both your guy’s hips together again, unknowingly making the head of his cock poke at your Gspot.

The soft keen you let out sounds angelic to him, and he’s barely holding himself together at this point. Katsuki could feel a pulse in his cock as it throbs inside your tight little cunt, he won’t be able to control himself when he does get around to fucking you. There was just one thing he needed first, “Tell your sire how badly you want him to ruin your sweet little angel cunt, and how you only exist to be his cock sleeve…maybe then I’ll give you what you want princess”.

The crude words easily spilled from between his lips, the expectant smirk he wore while looking down on you ignited a fire in your gut.

You opened your mouth attempting to comply, despite the burning sensation of your cheeks. It wasn’t going to be easy to get over the “ways of a proper woman” that had pretty much been beaten into you, wether you’d transformed into a “creature of the night” or not. Your bottom lip is suddenly sucked behind your pointed teeth, ending the prolonged eye contact as you begin to feel insecure.

From age five up until you’d fled from your hometown, every week you were forced to attend a class (which honestly was just a group meeting at a specific house for two hours) with other girls ages ranging from five to eighteen. The old crow that taughtlectured you each week was a bitter woman with posture so straight it was as if a yardstick was wedged up her ass, a tongue that was sharp enough to cut down any younger woman that suffered from low self esteem, often reducing them to sit there sniffling through silent tears. Supposedly Margaret was an heiress and affluent socialite in her younger years, but after her mother had been exposed as the towns resident homewrecker It filled the young woman with such despair she fled to a convent that happily took her in. That’s how the never married, childless, bitch became “Sister Margaret”.

“No man worth anything would want a foul mouthed, continuously speaking out of turn, heard before she’s seen type of Trollip” says the sister, as she paces around her living room. Beady narrowed eyes scan the faces of each young girl present, judgment always evident in her stare. Locking eyes with you as she continues; “The only time you should ever speak your mind is at the end of the night while kneeling beside your bed while saying your prayers, the all mighty above should be your only confidant, your spouse has more important things to worry about than some silly housewife dribble”.

HEY

The angry voice inside your head and hand clutching your chin succeeds in recapturing your attention. Realizing the angry blonde must have seen the memory you’d recalled had you nervously shift beneath him, attempting to break eye contact again. The anger surging through your neglected sire is thrilling as well as terrifying, the creak of your jaw can be heard as familar pressure is reapplied when his thumb forces your mouth open.

“I guess I didn’t make myself clear enough earlier, so I’ll explain this only once and never again” Katsuki pauses, leaning down to kiss you. Only he doesn’t…your eyes flutter shut in preparation, all you end up getting is his spit between your plump lips. He’s talking louder before you think to interrupt him.

I’m your god now, and I’m a jealous vengeful one at that…So I won’t take too kindly to any disrespect and that includes you ignoring me when I demand your fucking attention, and especially when I ask you to do something, you fucking do it without hesitation! I’m the center of your universe, your life, body, mind, all belong to me now, is that clear you Fucking whore?

His eyes glow, it’s such a vibrant red in the darkened bedroom, so much intensity directed solely on you is unnerving.

I..I can’t look away…what’s happening?

That’s right, just give in to me

“Please sire, my body and soul belong to you, please use me how ever you see fit my beloved”

Good Fuckin girl

Drawing his hips back just to slam his cock back deeper inside of you, you cry out at the dull pain of him being buried so deep inside of you.

Any of the self restraint Katsuki previously showed you was gone, you were about to be ravaged by this feral beast of a man and you were excited. You longed for it, this was what you had desperately been seeking all your life, going against everything that had been engrained in you since childhood.

Becoming one with the darkness and finding endless amounts of pleasure in being damned for eternity. It all provided the most sensuous rush, your senses were overloaded.

You hadn’t even realized you’d bit Katsuki until the taste of him invaded your mouth. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as the gentle sucking began. Rather than rip you off of his neck, a large hand on the back of your head keeps you in place encouraging you to suck more out of him.

The gentle movement of his cock slowly rocking in and out of you clouds have literally put you to sleep in this haze you’d found yourself in. When you pull your teeth from his skin you can’t help but swipe your tongue across the punctures left on his neck, placing a gentle kiss over them as well.

You had settled back down on the pillows, the drunken smile on your stained lips disappeared when you realized what you were dealing with. Oh shit… If you thought he was a monster before you hadn’t seen anything just yet. Katsuki was completely feral now, and you were his only outlet to take it out on.

“I-I’m sorry Katsuki! I don’t know what came over me I-“ your cut off by his hand clasped around your throat. “You marked me too…So now I can’t escape from you either, not that I’d ever want to…cunning little minx!” The smile he gives you is wide and menacing as he continues “I knew you definitely couldn’t handle me like this as a whelp of a human, and even with you being turned I was still planning to take it easy on you this time! Then you just had to go and provoke me”.

I didn’t do it on purpose

“Oh I know that, you’ve always been such a sweet soul, not an ounce of deception in your head, but all actions have consequences, what kind of god would I be if I didn’t demonstrate this…”

You didn’t even have time to praise yourself for using telepathy, once he speaks the last word of his sentence, he throws his hips forward to sink back into your depths.

The breath had been stolen out of your lungs, each over exaggerated thrust into you was sending your body up the bed. Once you’d been pushed all the way back to the headboard, Katsuki once again has a hand around your throat, and his other is holding onto the metal bars that make up the headboard.

“I know you’ll always be my good girl, but inevitably something will happen, and no matter how accidental it may be, your poor little angel cunt will get the punishment for your unintentional transgressions…understand?

Yes Sire I understand

Bending your legs at the knees you’re instructed to hold them up on either side of your body.

Katsuki lowers his head, fangs skimming their way up and down your flesh. It must be anticipation that’s building up in your gut, you are so wound up in the best kind of way. Your bent legs start to shake and your nails dig into the meat of your thighs as your fists clench, your mouth falls open as your tongue unabashedly slips out.

You try focusing on your panting breaths in attempts to calm yourself down but it’s no good.

Without warning the sharp points of teeth once again sink into your flesh. Your world is still and silent for a moment before erupting into euphoria. The crying that outpours from your mouth is like an angelic symphony to your beloved’s ears.

Saving some of your blood in his mouth, he shares it with you as he sucks your tongue into his mouth.

You’re trembling beneath him, shaky hands trying to take hold of him.

Please….Please….Please

One more baby, wanna get you there one more time so we can fall apart together

Katsuki knows your spent, and the overstimulation has began to overwhelm you but he can’t quit now. Not until he gets the experience he’s been craving throughout all these years of loneliness. Making sure his hands are gripping the head board he starts rapid firing the deep thrusts of his hips. You’re crying as you stare up at him, but it’s from happiness. Your internal walls start tightening up again, that sweet little angel cunt loves to keep his cock in a chokehold.

I love you…I love you Katsuki

Fuck!

A loud screech sounds above your head as the metal bars in his fists are broken apart and what’s left in his hands is reduced to powder. The weight of his spent body laying atop your’s is surprisingly welcomed, like the best kind of weighted blanket.

Your continuous content coo’s are like beautiful music to him.

Both of you are still so high from feeling your souls entangled, becoming one entity despite being two separate beings.

I love you

It’s a mantra on repeat in each of your heads until the first slivers of sunlight find a way to slip between black out curtains.

You succumb to sleep before Katsuki, and despite everything that just happened he finds himself cuffing one of your feet to what’s left of the bed posts, and one of your wrists to his own.

Now try and run out on me

You only let out a content sigh, unconscious but still scooting closer to his body, needing to feel his bare skin on yours. Calloused fingers gently smooth fly away hairs out of your face, before a kiss is placed on your forehead.

Taking you in his arms, he’s finally able to lay down and get some much needed shut eye.

Despite the happiness in this moment, you will eventually wake up and desperately cling to him as you hysterical cry. Your memories from the past will be back once you open your eyes, and Katsuki will be here to comfort you until you come back to the present, blinking your now red ringed e/c eyes.

Once the tears have dried up and you lay on top of him this time, keeping his cock wedged inside your warns insides to prevent the fresh batch of your shared essence inside, your lover can feel blood lust building. For the first time it’s not actually his own. The confusion in his eyes as he questions you mentally, earns a verbal reply;

“The one that ruined everything back then, was also reincarnated in this lifetime… and I know just where to find him”.

The malicious smile appearing on your lover’s face is mirrored back at him with an identically sinister grin of your own.

“I can’t wait for you to meet my folks”

A/N: So how was that for my first time writing Vampire AU? Like I said before, I got carried away since I enjoyed writing this story so much! Are you interested in finding out what happened between these two during y/n’s previous life? Do you have any guesses on who may be the mystery villain? What sort of punishment awaits them? I may split the second half of this story in two parts. I’d love some feedback on this one, but I still have a variety of stories left to post as continuation of my event, so stay tuned ❤️‍🔥

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Hey Clashblr, check these out

Since there's a few of you around now that are still getting into some of the deeper cuts, I thought I'd put together a post highlighting some of the oft-forgotten obscure material for you to check out. Gonna stick it under a cut, 'cause there's a fair bit and Youtube links take up a lot of space on the dash.

Fasten your seatbelts, hold onto your hats, let's go yeah?

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First up we have The Escapades of Futura 2000, lyrics by the man himself with music written & played by the Clash. Futura was the rapper on Overpowered By Funk, and also a graffiti artist who accompanied the band on the Combat Rock tour across the US painting stage backdrops live through the gigs. This particular upload is the 12" mix, which has a good extra minute over the version released last year on The People's Hall.

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Here we've got the complete double-sided 12" 19-minute experience of This Is Radio Clash - the track we all know and love to open, then the more commonly remembered B-side Radio Clash (almost identical, not quite the same), then things get real funky with Outside Broadcast, and Radio Five ties it all together. Those last two have never seen a reissue on any compilation whatsoever, probably the most obscure tracks in their entire official discography.

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This one's Robber Dub, a remix of Bankrobber from Mikey Dread (not to be confused with Rockers Galore, his other remix that actually features him on vocals). Featured on Super Black Market Clash but interestingly not in the "complete" Sound System box set, an omission that's always perplexed me.

Speaking of, I'd thoroughly recommend checking out both of the mentioned collections if you're not familiar, between Super Black Market & Sound System you've got every officially-released song other than those two Radio Clash extras - so, with that in mind, let's dive into the real offcuts that never even made it onto a record.

How's about seven and a half minutes of Topper playing around with a drumkit & piano to start us off? Some people still don't believe this is even The Clash, that someone scrounged up some random sounds and stuck it on a bootleg, but that's bollocks because I'm pretty sure bits of it ended up in Hell W10, their endearingly crap short film from '81 (watch it here, it's a 50-minute London crime drama). What people are wrong about is that it was ever going to be on Rat Patrol From Fort Bragg, because this is the real tracklist; relatedly, there's alternate mixes of most of those tracks around if you care to look for them, they're not hard to find, except for the high-quality acetate rip that surfaced two years ago that has been scrubbed off the face of the fucking internet, from the 20 minutes I just spent searching it seems even Internet Archive wasn't able to withstand the might of CBS. Anyway...

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OK, so technically this one has made it to a record, but that record was the Vanilla Tapes bonus disc of the 2004 reissue of London Calling, it never actually got beyond demo stage. Honestly I doubt they ever really expected or intended it to, sounds to me like the band having fun in the studio, but fun it is. There's actually a few demo-only Vanilla Tapes tracks I could stick here, but this is long as fuck already so instead I will simply give you the lot to peruse at your leisure.

Sticking with demos that eventually got an obscure release, this one is from the Give 'Em Enough Rope sessions but wasn't heard until the On Broadway compilation in '91. It's a solid number of course, they hardly put a foot wrong, but it's nothing groundbreaking.

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This is from that same compilation, from the same sessions, it's a cover of the classic soul tune and I like it. Understated, gentle but with that pained passion in the vocals Mick carries so well, and that nice subtle bass is a sweet touch.

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Our last couple of tracks are live numbers, and this one's a special one-off performance with the great Beat poet Allen Ginsberg, from the 10th June date of their infamous Bond's residency. He wrote it specifically to perform with the band, six minutes of cantankerous complaining about just about any ideology you care to name while the band (and their sound man, gotta credit those perfectly-timed dub echoes) give a strident backing. Topper was on fucking fire for those gigs, just listen to that kick drum.

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And finally let's close out where they began, way back in '76 with Keith Levene. This one's probably my favourite of their earliest offcuts, but personally I prefer an even earlier version of it that Youtube doesn't seem to have, from their third ever gig (and first known recording) at the classic Screen on the Green punk showcase. Five of the thirteen tracks on that setlist never made it to the studio, plus it includes the original lyrics to I'm So Bored With You, and it's all here.

#the clash

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Current SDV Shane & Harvey FF Headcanons

Below are the current headcanons I have going on for my Shane x OC x Harvey fanfic, A Meteorite Among The Stars. FYI these two will be rivals. There will be other characters but these are the main ones that will get the most attention other than my OC 😊

Will update this as the writing progresses-seriously this FF is taking on a life on its own that made me stop writing my other FF with just Shane, which will have separate headcanons.

Also, there are longer versions but cut them out here as they contain spoilers 😝

Name: Shane McHale

Age: 33 going on 34 (birthdate 4/20-yes we're using the 12 months in a year time frame)

Ethnicity: Irish/Welsh

Physical looks (at 33): short black hair (undercut) with dark-green eyes; weight 230 pounds; height 5’9 (I know most people headcanon Shane to be 5’6-5’7 but I’ll give him a break here. He still has the dad bod/love handles with body hair tho lol); has a permanent 5'o clock shadow as he doesn't shave and can't grow a full beard/mustache combo (a few white hairs are there-he been stressed for years)

Body Modifications: a Celtic band on his upper right arm he got randomly during his sophomore college (seriously, he got it on a whim because he was with some friends at a tattoo shop during a night out because peer pressure is real. Think one of those super popular tribal tattoos from the 90s but with Celtic knots and that’s it haha); a Celtic Shield knot tattoo in the middle of his upper back (he got before his senior year in college because again peer pressure is real)

Current Jobs: Full-time Stock boy at Jojamart; Part-time ranch hand at Whitehouse Ranch for Marnie

Hobbies: When he gets off work he’s mentally drained and doesn’t have the energy to do much. He’ll play video games, listen to old rock/punk/metal music, and occasionally read but can never keep up with a book and gives up. Also believe that in his twenties he played electric guitar/bass (leaned more towards bass because he thought it would be easier) but stopped because he lost interest as he turned 30 sadly. Honestly he would rather zone out in front of the television or phone so he can be distracted from his current reality (my guy needs a hobby BAD)

Name: Harvey Danger (yes like the band-blame his dad he went through a big Harvey Danger phase since his last name was Danger and convinced Harvey’s mom to name him that. Fun fact: they met at a Harvey Danger show and Harvey was conceived during Flagpole Sitta and now he hates the song lol)

Age: 34 going on 35 (birthdate 1/14)

Ethnicity: German/Scandinavian

Physical looks (at 34): wavy light brown hair (also undercut but more full) with hazel eyes; wears tortoise glasses; weight 225 pounds; height 6’1 (he’s not skinny but he’s not chubby either. Definitely has love handles and body hair); has a light brown Chevon handlebar mustache that he takes TREMENDOUS care of (he trims it regularly & uses mustache wax to keep it in place)

Body Modifications: He wanted to get a tattoo in college but couldn’t decide. He ALMOST got one in medical school but lost his nerve. He DID get a piercing in his left ear back in college but removed it when he was in medical school

Current Job: Full-time General Practitioner at Pelican Town Clinic

Hobbies: Reading, building model plane kits, cooking (when he makes time to do it but he admits he’s lazy), also plays the trumpet (he was in high school band and was part of a couple of ensembles in college/med school for fun but now just does it when he’s feeling nostalgic) which led to his love of classical jazz (also listens to classic rock & new age when he thinks no one’s around-has a complex that people will think he’s 'an old guy trying to relive his youth’ instead of a respectable doctor)

#stardew valley headcanons #stardew valley fanfic #sdv fanfic #stardew valley fanfiction #sdv fanfiction #writing ideas #stardew shane #stardew harvey

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The Eternal Loop (those four notes will never stop playing)

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"There is no way you guys played an MMO with each other-" The Veteran says in disbelief. "Anything else I don't know?"

"We all ended up in a group Discord," Warriors says, then starts to count, "there was me, I mained the bass player in the game so I was the coolest, Midna, who mained the guitar so not as cool as me, Ravio, Marin-"

"Wait, what!? You knew Marin?" The Vet slams the table. "Ravio, why did you never tell me about this?"

"You never brought it up!"

"I don't think it was that important to bring up. It was an insignificant time for all of us anyway. Besides, he never chats or anything… and AFKs the whole time- only coming back for the rewards collection." Warriors says.

"What kind of Dad Lore is this?" Veteran starts throwing his hands.

"Oh yea, there was this guy named Mask as well. He had a voice-changer if he could join VC, and we all thought he was ten, also, he was a massive asshole!" Warriors lets out a chuckle. Knowing how 'Mask' is doing, they wouldn't believe it even if they saw it with their own two eyes.

"Anywho- Why are you here Ravio? I swear, you haunt me like a ghost." The Vet says.

"What do you mean? I work here!"

"Uncle???" The Vet yells upstairs. "WHY DID YOU HIRE HIM???"

"WHAT?" his uncle yelled back.

"WHY DID YOU HIRE RAVIO??"

"HUH???"

"WHY D- you know what, NEVER MIND! Let's just start cleaning-"

— —

Ravio learned two things: a. An old friend of his is starting a band, and b. Another, older friend of his is also going into a band.

What's with people and music nowadays? Those things barely make money.

And they are both helping eachother sweep the music venue. The two work well together, despite the bickering.

Both of them are hiding their identity with each other. Another reason to not be in a band, in Ravio's honest opinion. You'd think a small town would mean there would be no reason to hide your face to avoid 'fandoms' or what not, but you'd be wrong. Ravio picks up a stack of boxes, which kinda tips over and he almost slips. Gossip goes around like a minish who knows how to fly, and if you ever suck then the whole town knows. Or if you're too good, the town will annoy you to death. Ouch, those boxes were heavy. He'd rather sell gossip than be a part of one.

To be fair, no one actually tried to be in a band since 'last time', so who knows how people will react now. It's just a stupid superstition, and he thinks nothing would really happen if their identities are revealed, though Ravio won't sell his friends' information for money. It is super tempting, however.

On the other hand, Warriors is lying. Ravio made a bet to himself that his old friend is lying.

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Ravio remembers when the servers of Dynasty: Club Instruments of the Night closed down, the entire Discord group went on the game for one last time. It closed at midnight, and the hour that led up to that, everyone pulled out their main and played their instruments.

If you have never played, this game had a fully fleshed instrument system, if you mapped it to all the keys on your keyboard. Console might have had a little less notes, but was basically still functional.

Video games are amazing. It was the best virtual jam session ever, especially when you're friends with people who could play.

To be fair, other than his own crew, the rest of the people made wildly horrible tunes and it felt like a spam session of people button smashing.

Thirty minutes before closing, a few of his gang had to leave. But not after one last song.

Warriors typed in the chat: "I don't want to say goodbye yet."

He asked if they could play "kiitos". It's a song where he starts with a four note loop, and all the other instruments will start layering each other. Most of them just followed Warriors to know when the loop ends, although there were times he accidentally forgot to continue the next verse.

One. Two. Three. Four. Warriors started out lonely.

One. Two. Three. Four. One by one, each person started blending in with their own instruments.

One. Two. Three. Four. One last time before the loop ends.. wait-

One. Two. Three. Four. Ravio typed in the chat, despite never talking in game: "Warriors, you forgot to end the loop"

One. Two. Three. Four. He didn't play the next part, and kept looping those four notes instead.

One. Two. Three. Four. Midna typed in the chat: "pretty boy, you're trying to keep us here forever"

One. Two. Three. Four. Medli typed in the chat: "hey, we will talk in discord! this is not goodbye forever! ^>^"

One. Two. Three. Four. Darunia typed in the chat: "Big Guy, I Don't Know if I could keep this up, the buttons on my keys are getting Jammed"

One. Two. Three. Four. Marin typed in the chat: "I hope we can keep hanging out forever. I hope we will never go out of touch. I love that this game brought us all together"

One. Two. Three. Four. Ruto typed in the chat: "Marin you're going to make me cry"

One. Two. Three. Four. Mask typed in the chat: "no one cry or i will have to cry as well"

One. One. One. One. Warriors suddenly stopped playing. He typed in the chat: "im- already crying."

And the next part of the song began.

Whoever told us that this game was nothing but time-wasting, that our time in this game is insignificant, must be an idiot who is lying, Warriors once told Ravio as such.

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Warriors realizes that Ravio has been staring at him the whole day. Suspiciously staring, even. But everytime he tries to ask about it, the Vet needs Ravio for something else. So the moment they're asked to clean the storage room (it can only fit two people at best), Warriors immediately volunteers.

"My my, I thought I was the master liar around here." Ravio starts whispering as the Vet is outside of ear shot.

Warriors rolls his eyes as he sweeps out all the dust. Is this what it's all about? "Don't you dare tell him you know what I look like, or what my real name is. This town is small enough."

"That's not the only thing you lied about," Ravio seems to mumble behind the ice boxes, but before Warriors could ask, he quickly says, "but! What if I just give you a picture of his instead? For a fair price of course!"

Warriors stares right back into Ravio's eyes, barely peeking from the boxes. That's such a valuable offer - but - does he want to know who exactly the other guy is? While still keeping his own face a secret?

"Your pick Mr. Bass Hero Sir! But I bet bassists don't pick."

—- —- —-

"Ravio, whatever you sold him, I hope you ripped him off." Legend says once he is sure the Captain can't listen.

"Ho, it depends on what you deem a rip off. Fifty rupees for a can of Lon Lon is very much valid in my opinion. But I did try to offer interesting pics of yours-"

"Ravio for the last time, do not sell my apple tree pictures and call them 'interesting pics of mine'." Legend pinches the bridge of his nose. "Did you actually offer him that-"

"At least he didn't buy any!"

"I wonder if we can make 'Timeline Breakers' lose all their slots for the stage?" Legend asked.

"No can do, I only answer to the owner." Ravio says. "But you can totally bribe me!"

"I am the owner!" Legend says as he pretends to takes out his wallet. "How much?"

Extras:

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There was a time when nothing mattered more playing online with his friends. Warriors' entire life before that was dull, he made acquaintances, not friends. He was a nobody, walking through life like a rock floating through a river.

It's strange how much a year can change someone.

Before that, they were faceless people, just words on a screen. Ravio would always say he knew everyone's faces though…

Sometimes, Warriors wonders what would happen if all those people never logged onto the game.

He can still see his old friends in his current enemies, ironically enough. The Rancher's way of playing reminds him of Midna, despite playing different types of guitar. Sailor's tunes remind him of the songs Medli used to hum during lobbying. The Vet, well, he adorns his clothes with hibiscus.

Funny how sometimes your friends can almost reincarnate, but they turn into your rivals instead.

Warriors might even say that makes him hate them even more. For reminding him of his old comrades. He doesn't want nostalgia right now. Maybe another day, but not today. Today is for work, and he will pretend none of that happened, just for one day.

He wishes that had never stopped playing those four notes. Just to keep them there for a tiny, tiny bit longer.

Sometimes, he wonders what would happen if all of them still kept in touch.

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--- /dear Origami JP, I hope you don't mind that I took inspiration of one of your videos to write this chapter. anyways love your music