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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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❛ YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE ❜

✨ REQUEST: hermanikiiiiiii i wanted to request you the prompt number 1 with coco cruz!!thank you, love you muchisisimoooooo💕💕

✨ PROMPTS: “Wait, you love me? Like Garfield loves Lasagna?”

✨ MADE BY: Juls.

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WORDS: about 2k.

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When you heard that Coco had been shot, your heart suddenly stopped. It was four days ago in some kind of dog's fight, as Chuckie told you at the scrapyard. Bishop needed someone to take care of him while they were investigating what happened, so you offered yourself without doubting it.

Much to your regret, you are only two good friends, even if you feel more things that you can't explain, about which you haven't talked with anyone. And thanks to your work in the hospital, you managed a room only for him, so he could rest as much as he wanted, as much as he needed. But your back hurts like hell after being sleeping on the sofa, close to the bed, just to make sure that you were able to attend to all his necessities for minimal they were.

These days there, you have learned a lot about him, about his curiosities, about his fears; spending his time awake talking with you to keep his mind entertained, to not think about the pain in his lower abdomen. Your mates took the bullet in a jiffy, but, normally, the sorrow remains for a couple of weeks. Luckily, he only complained when the hour of the next turn of medicines was close.

You have tried to not think about your feelings the time you were in the hospital, but it was impossible. All you wanted to do was to lie by his side on the bed, embrace him between your arms and kiss him, having to conform yourself with holding his hand and resting your cheek on the mattress. Your eyes have never left his eyes, not even when he was sleeping, on alert in case of an unforeseen because of pain, or an infection, or God who knows. You were really paranoid.

“You ready?”

Coco glared at you, slightly tilting his head. You had asked the same question five times in the last two minutes. Offering him a hand to secure himself, the mexican put down from the hospital bed, ready to leave and go home. Angel and Gilly had cleaned his house, even if you insisted to Bishop that you could do it. But he asked you back to stay with him till the next morning, so he wouldn't stay the night alone until they came back from the other side of the border.

Two knocks in the opened door brought you back to reality from your own thoughts, in the meantime that you helped Coco to wear his leather kutte. Directing your tired eyes to the entrance of the room, you found three Vicki's girls, happily waving their hands. Raising an eyebrow confused and your lips pressed, they came in without asking.

“Papi, we've missed you”. The latin and playful tone of voice from Mariela, as she swung her hips to your friend, gave you shivers.

In just one sight, your presence was pushed to the background. These girls hadn't even called to ask about his state of health and, now, they were there as if they did all the work you did —delighted, of course. Trying to keep calm, you put Coco's clothes into his bag, zipping it when everything is ready.

“No te preocupes, we take care of him now”. Carolina sentenced with contempt and superiority, grabbing his stuff ready to abandon the hospital.

“Yeah, mami. Go home and rest”. His words hurt. More than a bullet.

Preferring their company besides yours let you know that he hadn't taken in count what you did. And yes, you did it because you wanted, but you also thought that maybe could mean a step ahead. But it wasn't. Not saying a word, doing anything but a simple nod with your chin, you grabbed your bag to step out from there. Ashamed. Feeling stupid.

Two weeks have passed and Coco has come back to the clubhouse. This time you have been doing extra shifts to compensate for your lost days taking care of him, almost walking like a zombie from home to work, and from work to home. So, when Bishop invites you to a party in his honor, you decline it. You are too tired physically to assist and tired mentally for foolishness. What is the point of going to a party to see Coco having fun with those bitches? You have had enough after two weeks without receiving a single text to thank you or to know how you are. He hasn't even cared about the fact that you haven't shown up in the club for two weeks. That's the little he thinks in your friendship.

Zapping from one channel to another, you try to find something to watch. A movie, a tv show, whatever that helps to distract your mind, while you enjoy thai noodles with beef. Finally finding an action movie, you cover yourself with a cozy blanket, grabbing the cardboard box to start your dinner. The ringtone of your phone interrupts your calm, with Coco's name on the screen. At first, you don't want to answer, but he continues insisting for more than three long minutes. Hanging up and calling again. With a furious growl installed in your throat, you leave over the table your dinner to grab your phone.

“The fuck means you aren' comen'?”

He doesn't even let you say hi or how are you.

“It means that I'm tired and I have to work at five”.

“I don' think one damn beer reverses your sleeping schedule, Yo' Grace”.

“Fuck you, Jonathan. I've been working double shifts to cover the hours I was taking care of you in th—”.

“Nobody asked you to do it”.

Eyes widened and your heart racing. You can't believe he just said that.

“Yeah, nobody did. But your hermanos preferred to be on the other side of the border. Your putas preferred to be partying and sucking dicks in Vicki's. And your mamá sent me pal' carajo when I called to tell her what happened. I did it because I was your friend. Because I cared about you. Because seeing you there with… all those tubes was killing me. That shit continues giving me nightmares every fucking night. But you shit on that. You kicked me as soon as your putas came to the hospital”. You don't know when you have started to cry, more than because of the rage than because of the sadness. “I'm sorry if I'm too tired to drink a fucking beer, but my job is more important than a person who doesn't give a shit about me, who hasn't called or text me in two weeks, who only wants my company when no one else is around. Have fun in your damn party and fuck all those whores to thank them for picking you up from the hospital, but didn't care about how you were after being shot”.

Hanging up, you toss the phone somewhere on the table, wrapping your body with the blanket and lying down on the sofa. Trying to contain the tears, the only thing you earn is to cry bitterness. You can't understand why he only has noticed your absence at the party. What has changed? Probably it was his egocentrism working, wanting to be surrounded by a lot of people, not caring if they're his friends or not. But you're done being his lapdog.

About to fall asleep, the angry hits in the main door make you suddenly wake up agitated.

“Open up!”

The rage is consuming you again after hearing the strong mexican accent, taking three long strides towards it to receive him with your reddened crystal eyes.

“What the fuck 'you want now? Haven't you had enough beating myself up?”

“You're fuckin' dramatic”. He spits in your face, stopping with a foot the slam to his about to close the door again. “I didn't talk to you because you were working, bu' you didn't talk to me either”.

“Yeah, because you were served with your bitches. Go fuck yourself, Jonathan”.

“Don' call me like that again”. Coco grunts taking a step into your house. “You had to work, they came to cover your back”.

“Oh, please, don't make me laugh. They just wanted to have the credits of taking care of you, so you will expend more money with them. That's the only thing they care about you. Wake up from your world of fantasy, Coco. If you weren't part of the MC, you wouldn't be a shit for them; just another fucking soldier with a broken home”. You can't help but push his chest with both hands, driven by anger.

At first, he doesn't say anything. He looks thoughtful, being aware of the truth in your words. And it hurts that you have to be the one to open his eyes. The problem is that you weren't thinking while talking, pulling your gaze away from him and pressing your trembling lips, one against the other.

“I'm sorry”. You babble, cleaning your tears with the back of your left hand. “I didn't mea—”.

“But you said so”. Coco interrupts you with a husky tone of voice, bristling every inch of skin of your anatomy. “That's wha' I am without my kutte. An ex-soldier, a criminal, an outlaw. I spend my money on them because they take care of me, one way or another”.

“I did it too”.

“So, what? What you want? Money? Tell me an amount”.

Squinting at him, you can't help but chuckle with a painful and bitter laugh.

“I did it because I love you, not because I want your money”. You confess, knowing there's no going back. “I don't care about your money, nor your job, nor about your kutte. I love you because you make me happy. After all, for me, there's nothing better than a hug of yours, because you… you are simply amazing. You're intelligent, funny, loyal. And I wish that you could see yourself through my eyes, Coco”.

He, not saying anything, is killing you slowly. Barely breathing, you cross your arms over your chest to hide the fact that your lungs aren't receiving any air.

“I thought that after being shot, you realized you only live once. And that… after being those… boring days with me, you realized that you preferred the company of these other girls. The funny part of being alive. So I just pulled myself away”. Taking a small pause, you bow down your head, cleaning your tears again. “These weeks have been torture. I've written you a lot of texts that I haven't sent… and I've been a lot of times about to call you. But 'you know that… feeling when you think... the other person is not gonna answer you, because maybe is too busy for you? That shit has been destroying me”.

Hoping that Coco finally is going to speak, he remains silent. Looking at you openmouthed, processing all the information you have just give him.

“Can you, ple—please, say something?” You beg almost shaking.

“Wait, you… love me? Like… Garfield loves lasagna?”

Raising your eyes, pouting at him, you know that he's trying to make you laugh after understanding all the pain you have been through. Lonely. Without talking about it with anyone.

“I'm sorry, mami… I just… fuck”.

Cupping your cheeks onto his hands, Coco slams his lips on yours, tasting the salty tears you have shed because of him. The sloppy kisses bring some more air to your lungs, calming your racing pulse and making you feel less unhappy. As your fingers get intertwined in his shirt, crinkling under your grip, he urges you to walk backward so he can close the main door with a kick.

“God knows I'm so fuckin' sorry… Please, forgive me”. Coco's whispers brush your lips, keeping his eyes closed just like yours. “I'm gonna take care of you now, okay?”.

Nodding in silence, you place your arms around his middle back, hiding your face into his chest. His strong scent brings you back to life, while his arms wrap you tightly to comfort all the pain he has provoked you without knowing it.

“I just want you, ma'. No one else. Just you”.

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starrynite7114 · 4 years

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Misconstrued: Part 2

A/N: Good evening my lovelies! I was going to post this last night, but it became too late when I got home. Hopefully you all will enjoy this one! Snapshots and another request will be posted after this! Hope you all will enjoy the update as much as you liked the first one!

Anon: I don't know if this is too specific but could you do something about Angel ruining a date and later admits it because he loves them and then they have some angry smut and late night fluff

Word Count: 7317

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Ever since your date two weeks ago, Angel has not been around you as much. Whenever you were around the clubhouse, EZ was your constant companion and if it veered from the norm, it would be Coco or Gilly. From time to time, you hung out with Riz. It was always fun to exchange information about hair care products with Riz. It was ridiculous just how nice his hair was.

But you missed Angel.

You’re not sure why he avoided you like the plague, but you figured it had something to do with the date and how you confessed your feelings for him. You appreciated the distance cause maybe you can resume the friendship between you two. He would be pleasant with you, but he wouldn’t stay around like he usually did.

And it was fucking hard for Angel.

He tried his best to stay away from you. It would become difficult at times. He missed hearing your ridiculous ass stories about car owners and how much their egos reflected on their cars. He missed hearing you babble about the newest recipe you made for yourself and how you couldn’t wait to share it with him.

It broke him when you would come by the scrapyard looking for him. He would send Ezekiel to deal with you.

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“Come on Angel, don’t be a douche, just go talk to her.” EZ snapped. He was so annoyed by this whole situation. This had nothing to do with sponsor and prospect. This was between brothers and EZ was going to strangle Angel soon.

“Ezekiel, I’m busy, just talk to her. I can’t play hard to get if I’m readily available.” Angel argued.

“You’re such a fucking idiot.” EZ walked out of the clubhouse to meet with you. Chucky had informed them that you were at the front office, asking for Angel as you had brought him something.

Angel waited for EZ to come, slightly anxious. He should stop playing this game, he fucking knew that, but he was already invested, he had to follow through.

EZ came into the office and found you sitting down, with a tupperware in your lap, and your right knee shaking away. He noticed it was something you did without noticing and from Angel told him, it was due to you becoming anxious. Angel was such a pain, the fact he was doing this to you made him that more annoying.

“Hey,” EZ greeted you.

You looked up at him and he saw the deflated look on your face that you quickly tried to mask. “Hey Ezekiel.” You greeted him. “Angel isn’t around?”

“He’s working on something, can’t pull him away, you know him. Once you distract him once, he’ll never get back to it.” EZ attempted to joke with you, but you just gave him a tight smile.

“I made him cookies, some sort of peace offering.” You extended the container towards EZ.

EZ gave you a small smile and nodded his head. “There’s no need for a peace offering, Angel isn’t mad at you.”

“Yeah?” You stood up. “Doesn’t feel like it. I’ll see you later boy scout.” You left before EZ could even say anything else.

EZ shook his head, cussing his brother’s name under his breath. He made his way back to the clubhouse, debating if he should just keep the cookies to himself. Angel didn’t deserve these cookies, especially with the way he was making you feel.

“Here, you douchebag.” Ezekiel placed the Tupperware in front of Angel, who was sitting in the clubhouse while EZ spoke with you at the scrapyard.

“What’s this?” Angel opened the Tupperware and it was your infamous cookies that he could devour without a problem on his own. They were addicting. They were white chocolate macadamia. “Fuck.” His mouth watered.

“You know this is really fucked up. She thinks you fucking hate her now.” EZ scolded his older brother. “This is a stupid game Angel, just tell her what’s going on.”

“I did, she brushed me off. I can’t be the only one putting in some effort.”

EZ rolled his eyes. “God, you’re so fucking stubborn.” EZ stood up. “She brought those as a peace offering. She knew how much you love those cookies and that maybe now you’d speak to her like before.”

Angel remained quiet, eating the cookie as EZ watched him.

“You don’t deserve those cookies with the way you’ve been acting towards her.” EZ hissed as he walked away. He paused by the door and turned around, grabbing the tupperware from Angel. “You don’t deserve these cookies.”

“Hey! Ezekiel!” Angel chased after EZ.

After that day, you kept trying to leave Angel food, but EZ was always there to intercept. It got tiring for you that Angel kept avoiding you, so you decided to give him his space. The excuses were lame and EZ knew that, but he tried to cover for his brother.

So you started giving EZ the things you were supposed to give Angel.

The one time you happened to run into Angel, he wasn’t exactly happy about your choice.

“Hey, shocking you’re here, is EZ here?” You asked Angel, trying to keep your focus. Angel was currently shirtless, wiping off all the sweat dripping down his body. You’re thankful that the sun was hitting your glasses so you could squint and not truly see Angel’s ridiculous body.

“Ezekiel? Why the fuck are you looking for him? You need someone to go with you?” Angel was avoiding you, but if he knew no one could be with you, he would go.

“No, I brought him food for lunch.” You held up the plastic you were holding.

“What do you mean they’re for EZ?” Angel noticed that you stopped dropping stuff off from him, or maybe his little brother had decided to keep things for himself.

“Yeah well, you’ve made it very clear you don’t want anything, so I don’t want to push myself onto you.” You placed the food on the picnic table. “Can you just give it to him? I gotta get back to the shop.”

“Hey, why won’t you and I grab lunch? I’m sure you haven’t eaten.” Angel was starting to see that maybe Gilly’s way was not working. He didn’t want to keep pushing you away.

“It’s okay, I have work to do, I just came to drop this off for EZ.” You slipped back inside your car, leaving the yard.

Angel cussed under his breath. EZ came out from the clubhouse, giving him a questioning look?

“Was that Y/N?” EZ questioned.

“Yeah, you making moves on my girl?” Angel knew it sounded stupid, especially how he saw the expression on EZ’s face change.

“You fucking serious right now?” EZ demanded. “You’re the one playing this stupid game.”

“Fuck you Ezekiel.”

“Yeah, well you can go fuck yourself Angel.”

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Currently you were getting ready for your second date with Damien. You didn’t tell anyone at the club where your second date would be or that there was going to be a second date. All you wanted to do was enjoy the night with Damien and truly get to know him.

You needed to know if there was a spark, to know if this was going to be worth it. If not, you were definitely staying away from anyone under the club’s influence.

You heard a knock on your door and opened it, the smile on your face slightly faded when you saw Angel on the other side.

“Hey.” You greeted him. “What’s up?”

“Can I come in?”

You opened your door a little wider and stepped aside to let Angel in. He scanned the room making you roll your eyes.

“Who told you I have a date tonight?”

Angel chuckled. “Not important, Damien warrants a second date?”

Angel broke his deal with Gilly today after EZ overheard your plans for a second date. He couldn’t let you go on that date, even if he’s been MIA lately.

“Why do you care? You’ve literally avoided me for the last two weeks Angel, you don’t have a club hang-around to stroke your ego tonight?” That was a low blow, but Angel needed to know that he wasn’t going to always have the upper hand.

“You jealous?” Angel smirked.

You were surprised by his question and you opened your mouth to reply no, but nothing came out.

“I think it’s cute you're jealous, cause you know how much I don’t like Damien.” Angel stepped closer to you, your back was against the door. “I’m jealous querida, I fucking hate knowing that you’re going on another date with him. Why won’t you just cancel and you let me take you out?”

“Angel, I told you, stop with the games.”

“What fucking games? I told you I fucking want you, I like you and you’re still entertaining this fucker.” Angel stepped away from her, frustrated with her.

“You’ve ignored me for two weeks, you expect me to believe you want to be around all of a sudden?”

“It was Gilly’s idea, play hard to get. You have no idea how much I fucking want you.” Angel felt like he was going crazy. All he wanted was to be with you, to start this relationship.

“Listen, I don’t need this right now. Go to Vicky’s get your dick wet, you’ll forget all about this.” It hurt you to say that, but you didn’t want to play this game with Angel. You were trying to put yourself out there. And Angel was your friend, you didn’t want to go back down that road again.

“Do you know how hard it is to fuck another woman when you’re the only thing on my mind? I can’t even get fucking hard without thinking of you.” You slightly gasped at Angel’s confession. You’ve never known anyone as blunt as Angel. He wore his heart on his sleeve, which was why you were surprised to find out he likes you or apparently does. You’ve had conversations like this with another man before, nothing came to fruition, but it was eerie to you how familiar this conversation was. He wasn’t as blunt as Angel, but he always knew what to say to keep you around. Not this time, you wouldn’t fall for it.

“Cat got your tongue querida?” Angel knew he had you. He should have been more straightforward, but he was out of his element. He was finally getting his footing.

“Angel, I have something good with Damien, please don’t ruin it.”

“Is he better than me? Is that what you’re trying to show me? I bet that he won’t make you feel as good as I do.”

“You know what, fuck you Angel. If I want to fuck anyone, I’ll fuck Damien.” You weren’t even sure why you said that. You had no plans on fucking Damien, none whatsoever. But you knew it would get to Angel and quite frankly, you felt good digging it into him.

Angel’s phone rang, preventing him from even replying to your ridiculous ass though.

“This is not finished. Have fun on your date querida.” Angel left after the phone call, most likely club business.

“He is so infuriating.”

You sat back down on your couch, awaiting Damien’s arrival, but he never came. Just a text message.

‘I’m sorry, I don’t think this is going to work out. You’re a nice girl, very beautiful, but I just don’t think there’s a spark here.’

You reread his text message a few times, but eventually you placed your phone down, letting out a sigh.

Guess you’re back in the dating game.

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Currently you were at a club party. You had just walked in with EZ and your eyes immediately roamed around the outside of the clubhouse and found Angel. A beer in one hand and his other resting on a girl’s lap as he whispered into her ear. It was like what happened a few days ago didn’t even fucking happen. He was back to ignoring you, which was so much more difficult with Damien not distracting you.

“Well that’s nice.” You bitterly chuckled. “EZ tonight might be a short one.”

It was always a short one, but EZ wasn’t a dick. He wasn’t going to let Angel play his game and get a reaction from you. Angel’s game plan was simple, distance himself from you so you could seek him out and to make you jealous so that you would break and proclaim your undying love for him. But you did technically do that, Angel was just being irrational. Gilly was talking him through the whole thing while Coco and EZ just shook their head, not wanting to further egg on Angel’s stupidity.

You looked around, trying to avoid Angel. You noticed then that there were more bikes than usual. When other charters came to Santo Padre, you tried not to come to the parties since you didn’t want to run into him. You knew that he was a full patch member of Stockton. There were times you couldn’t avoid it, but when he would come, Angel was around so he didn’t even try to come near you. But it was different this time, Angel wasn’t around.

“Which charter is here?” You saw plenty of Mayans' kutte's on their backs flashing that pride proudly, but you couldn’t exactly read the patch at their front.

“Stockton.”

“Okay, I don’t know why I come to these club parties.” You shook your head. You should be over it by now, it’s been years since your last encounter with him. But knowing he used you just to get some head with the Mayans, it never sat well with you. Five years you were his so called friend and every time you tried to walk away, he gave you enough for you to stay. He kissed you once or twice, just to keep you with him, but as soon as he was a full patch, it was like you were beneath him. You never told your Tio Bishop or Tio Marcus. He was a good foot soldier and the last thing you wanted was to cause drama. This was why you promised yourself to never fall for a Mayan, you had too many connections for there to be no ulterior motive.

“Come on, you know you don’t mind the free food.” EZ teased you.

“Does your brother hate me now?” No offense to EZ, but you would really much rather have Angel as your protection detail. He kept any other club member from coming up to you. EZ was a prospect, he was technically their bitch.

“What? Don’t be ridiculous. Angel could never hate you.” And this was why EZ thought Gilly’s plan was ridiculous. You weren’t going to seek out Angel. For people who claimed they knew you, they don’t seem to know you at all. You were going to shy away. You wouldn’t put yourself in the position that would make you more vulnerable. You already thought Angel didn’t like you in the way you like him and this further cemented it.

“He doesn’t really hang around me anymore. Guess the guard detail changed.” You tried to joke around with EZ, but he could tell you were hurt. The incident a few days ago was most likely a fluke. You tried to text him after, and no answer.

“Look, you’re not an idiot. Angel told you he liked you that night at the fair right?” If his older brother wasn’t going to be smart about this, then EZ would take matters into his own hands.

“Yeah, I mean, I don’t know if he actually meant it seeing as how where we are now.”

“It was difficult for him to tell you that and you just kind of brushed it off. We all have our insecurities, but don’t be obtuse, Angel only hung around you whenever you were here. He likes you, a lot.” EZ could see Angel watching them as your back was towards Angel. “Why not put all of us out of our miseries and talk to him?”

“Hey Diego.”

Your reply surprised EZ and he turned around. The man behind him was almost as tall as Angel, muscular built with black short hair. His eyes weren’t even on EZ, it was just on you.

“Hey, you mind giving us a minute prospect?” Diego acknowledged EZ.

“Sure, not a problem.” EZ looked over at you for some confirmation and you couldn’t exactly escape this conversation now. You just gave him a smile.

EZ made his way over to where Coco, Gilly and Angel were sitting. His older brother looked at him as if he grew another head, pointing at you.

“The fuck are you doing?” Angel demanded, watching as Diego spoke to you.

“He asked to talk to her, he’s full patch Angel.” EZ explained, he knew the rules. As much as he wanted to stay, a patch asked him to walk away. There was hierarchy for a reason.

“Yeah, well he’s not your fucking sponsor. If I tell you to stay with her, you fucking stay with her.” Angel’s jaw clenched. Your conversation from a few days back was fresh in his mind. You texted him, but he was across the border dropping off Creeper after he was injured on a run.

Coco knew Diego. Both by association to the club and from what you told him. He was your confidant, the person you trusted with your secrets. Coco was the first person you befriended in the MC and you two remained close since then.

“Shit,” Coco stood up, thinking of a way to get you out of this conversation. He knew you could fight your own battles, but from what he understood, you had a weak spot for Diego, the man who basically used you to get into the good graces of the MC. “Boy Scout, tell Y/N I gotta talk to her.” If Diego had a problem with that, Coco would handle it then.

EZ and Angel, who were arguing about EZ’s duties looked over at Coco, who interrupted their bickering. “What?” They asked in unison.

“Just do as I say, go get her.” Coco would do it himself, but he didn’t trust himself to not give Diego a piece of his mind.

“Shit, is that him?” Gilly knew of Diego as well. Him and Coco came over one night and you three happened to get drunk. You told Gilly all about Diego and all about your crush on Angel. Gilly had a soft spot for you as well. The MC were tough bikers, but they were sweet guys, as long as you didn’t fuck with them.

“Yeah, that’s Diego.” Coco nodded his head. “Prospect, go get her.” He ordered EZ once again.

“What the fuck is going on?” Angel looked at his best friends, wondering what was going on. Who the fuck was this guy?

Gilly and Coco both ignored Angel, keeping their eye on you.

“How are you?” Diego wasn’t going to approach you. He would have done so the few times he had been down here with his charter, but Angel Reyes was always attached to you. He didn’t want any unwanted attention, so he didn’t pursue you. Also, he was certain that you weren’t exactly happy with him after everything that transpired.

“Good, you?” Diego still looked the same, maybe a little older, but he still looked like the same person you had fallen for all those years ago.

“Good, just the same old shit.” He grinned, stuffing his hands in his pocket. “Big move to Santo Padre. Doesn’t look like your scene.”

You nodded your head. “Time for a change of scenery. Besides I followed my mom here and she decided to move back.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen her a few times, she still gives me the death glare.” You two laughed at that, knowing well how that looked like. “I don’t blame her.” He bowed his head, looking at the dirt beneath his feet. Diego was thankful that the clubhouse was full of life.

You didn’t want to have this conversation, at least not a a fucking party.

“Don’t,” you shook your head, holding up your hand. “It’s fine. We’ve all moved on.”

“I haven’t, I hurt you. I’ll always be sorry for that.” Diego knew how it looked. He led you on, which he did for his own benefit. But he truly did cherish you. All that hardships you two had shared together wasn’t for nothing. “Can you just let me explain?” He appeared remorseful, but you couldn’t fall for this again, he always looked remorseful. Even when he tried to apologize for that incident with Regina.

“Some things are best left unsaid.” The last thing you wanted to do was talk about the past that you’ve tried so hard to bury. It didn’t seem like a big deal, but your life revolved around Diego for five years. After he got his patch, he didn’t exactly stop talking to you, he kept you around. You were his unofficial girl that never came into fruition. He would become jealous whenever another guy was around you. He would always reel you back in with sweet promises. To this day, you’re not sure why you let his sweet words get to you, but here you two were now.

“No, it’s not, I fucked up.” Diego tried to talk to you. Everything fell apart when he fell for another woman. You guys were never official and if he was honest, he felt like a dick for keeping you around. He knew that he would be favored since he was close to Alvarez and Bishop’s niece. Was he a bastard? Absolutely, especially when he realized just how much you did for him. “I hurt you, you didn’t deserve that.”

You are tapping your foot now. Anxiety coursing through your veins. You were not ready to have this conversation even though you thought yourself to have moved on.

“Diego, please, it’s okay. Let’s not open back up old wounds.” You couldn’t even look at him. You were awful at confrontations and you tried to look anywhere but him. Where were Coco and Gilly? Where was EZ? Hell where was Angel?

“Look, I get it, but I think it would be best for both of us to try and get closure. I can’t keep avoiding you and I don’t want you walking on eggshells around me. You were my best friend and I took advantage of that.”

“Will told me that she left you. Is that why you’re speaking to me now?” You hated Regina. She was the one who basically put you on blast over your “annoying obsession” with Diego. You felt like a fool, especially since Diego didn’t do anything but watch.

“You know that’s not it.” Diego said through gritted teeth forgetting how stubborn you could be. “That bitch has nothing to do with this.”

“She has everything to do with this.” You gnawed at your lip again, not liking the fact you said that. “Just please leave me alone, you’ve done a good job for three years, let’s just keep it that way.”

“You good sweetheart?” You heard Will Medina, the sergeant of arms at Stockton, asked from behind Diego. He was the only one who knew of your plight with Diego. Your tio’s former prospect who used to pick you up from school as one of his duties as a prospect. One of the hardest things to do was leave him, since he was like your pseudo older brother, but you had to go with your mother, just to get a chance of scenery. It was hard whenever you ran into Diego and Regina.

“Will,” you greeted him warmly. “Yeah, we’re good, right Diegito?”

“For now,” Diego decided to let you go. He’ll try again. He wanted you back in his life. You didn’t belong in Santo Padre. You belonged in Stockton, with your family, with him. He was a bastard, but he was going to make it up to you. This wasn’t about Regina, this wasn’t about the club, this was about you two.

Both men watched you walk into the clubhouse, not speaking till you were inside.

Medina shook his head, sighing at Diego. “She has a good life here Diegito, stay away. She’s happier here.”

“You know her, she’s good at masking her emotions.”

“And you think she’s hiding her unhappiness?”

“No, I just think she wants to come back home, but doesn’t want to because of Regina.”

“Whole world revolves around you, huh?” Medina knew that they may have been part of the reason why you didn’t want to come home, but he doubted that was the main reason.

“You know that’s not what I meant, but her mother couldn’t stand the heat, she won’t be able to do so either.” At least Diego hoped you couldn’t. He wanted you back in his life, and he would make sure of it.

“Who the fuck is that guy?” Angel was standing up now. He saw your foot tapping and he was going to make his way over to you, but he saw Medina approaching. You didn’t even look his way when you made your way inside the clubhouse.

“She really has never spoken to you about Diego?” Coco was surprised that Angel didn’t know about Diego. You were comfortable talking to him and Angel knew a few things, but you withheld a few things from Angel.

“Is that him?” He didn’t know who the fuck Diego was, but he would gladly beat his ass for you. The way your body language changed when EZ left you alone with Diego, it bothered Angel.

“Yeah, look, I don’t want to step on things. She obviously told me in confidence and Gilly since she was drunk. You can ask her about it.” Coco didn’t want your business out in the open like that. Diego was a big part of your life.

“Coco, you’re my best friend. You’ve known how I felt about her and she apparently confided in you that she likes me, why didn’t you tell me?” It was burned in Angel’s memory that Coco knew everything. He wondered why Coco never said anything to him. They were best friends, brothers.

“Because she was so afraid to tell you. I didn’t want to do it for her even if I knew how you felt about her. I encouraged her to tell you, but it’s due to her experience with Diego that she didn’t want to do it.”

“She liked him?”

“Fuck.” Coco closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He looked at the women around them. “Leave us.” They dispersed quickly, he didn’t need them gossiping about you. “Diego was her best friend, they became friends their senior year of high school. Once they graduated, Diego expressed his desire to prospect for the Mayans, but they didn’t take him. Using her connections, she somehow convinced Medina to sponsor him.” Coco lit up a cigarette and took a puff before continuing. “He treated her just like you did. He pretended to have feelings for her to keep her by his side even after he got his patch. A few years after he got his patch, a woman came and he fell for her. Bitch called Y/N out, saying that Diego will never have feelings for her and her obsession with Diego was annoying. He just watched as she berated her and after that, Y/N has stayed away from him. She was humiliated and broken apart since she thought Diego had feelings for her, but he didn’t.”

Angel sat back down then, upset at what he was hearing. Who the fuck did Diego think he was? He used you and couldn’t even defend you from a psychotic woman.

“How could Bishop and Alvarez let him patch?” Angel finally spoke up after a few minutes.

“Because she’s never told anyone. She cared about the guy regardless of his past indiscretions.” Gilly answered. “Fuck, I didn’t know all of that.”

“That’s why she thinks you’re just talking to her because of Bishop. That you were bestowed with the duty of being her bodyguard.” Gilly explained.

“I’m already a patch, and even if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t fucking use her to get my patch.” Angel fumed.

“Hermano, calmate, that’s not what I meant.” Coco shook his head. “She knows who she is and who she’s connected to. It’s just her thinking that you stayed around her because of orders from prez. She just has a hard time separating the two due to being burned before.”

Angel felt like an asshole now. What he’s been doing, it basically cemented your thoughts about the whole situation.

Angel was done with the games. He was going to show you that he was serious. Fuck Diego. He’ll show you how much you were worth it.

You were able to avoid Diego the rest of the night. You were also able to ignore Angel who for some reason decided he was going to talk to you now. The mixed signals and mood swings were too much. Thankfully he left early and you didn’t have to deal with him. He most likely brought a woman home, which you didn’t look forward to since he was your neighbor.

That’s right.

You lived right next to Angel.

It was opportunistic, but Angel had told Bishop that the apartment beside him was open. Better way for a Mayan to be close by to ensure your safety.

Opening the door, you almost had a heart attack when you found Angel waiting for you at your apartment.

“Fuck! Angel, what the hell is the matter with you?” You closed the door behind you, taking a deep breath to calm your heart rate.

“You wouldn’t talk to me, so I figured I’d wait here.” Angel was smoking, sitting on your couch in silence. He looked so damn good.

“Couldn’t you just have waited at your apartment?”

“Last time I waited at my apartment, I had to barge in here to make sure you weren’t going to fuck Damien.” You has dropped something, causing you to shriek. Angel thought you had come home with Damien, but in reality, you had been at your apartment the whole day and dropped a glass. Angel barged in anyway, looking around wildly to see if Damien was there. You haven’t exactly told anyone that Damien was no longer dating you.

“And as I’ve said before, I don’t know how that is any of your fucking business.” You’re not sure where this confidence came from, but it was here and you plan to utilize it.

“It is my fucking business, why wouldn’t it be?” Angel stood up, putting out his cigarette on the ashtray. “You doing okay?”

“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” You walked past him, not wanting to be close to Angel right now. Taking off your jacket, Angel whistled at the shirt you were wearing, thankful you never took off your jacket.

“Who was that guy at the clubhouse?” Angel came in here with the intention of having you tell him about Diego. He didn’t want to throw Coco under the bus.

“None of your business.” The last thing you wanted was to talk to Angel about Diego. The man who you thought would end up like him.

“Come on querida, I didn’t come here to fight. I’ve missed you. Talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. He’s just an old friend from up north.” You gave him the cliff notes version of your relationship with Diego. This wasn’t Angel’s business anyway.

You went inside your room, closing the door hoping Angel would get the hint. You changed into some basketball shorts that you absolutely loved due to the comfort and a white shirt you had stolen from Angel during one of the times you slept over his home after a scary film, not wanting to be alone. Coming out of your room, you weren’t surprised that Angel was right outside of your door, what did surprise you was when he crashed his lips on yours, your eyes widening as he did. Before long, your eyes closed giving in to the kiss. How could you deny him? You’ve liked Angel for so long and now he was kissing you.

His hands slipped under your shirt, caressing your sides as he opened your mouth with his tongue. You sighed arching your back against him.

Pulling away from you, you two were breathing hard, his head resting on your forehead.

“I like you, Y/N.” He didn’t want to say the other L word yet, that might just scare you away. For now, he would settle with the word like.

“I like you too Angel.” You replied, kissing him one more time before pulling away.

“I know you’ve been burned before, but I won’t do that to you, I could never do that to you.” He began to walk as you walked backwards, your knees hit the edge of your bed causing you to sit down. “I want you, do you want me?”

Was this the right time to tell Angel you were still a virgin?

“Yes.”

Angel groaned, kissing you again as he laid you down on your bed. He hovered over you, making sure he didn’t put his weight on you. Pulling away, your lips chased after him making Angel chuckle.

“I’ve been dreaming about this mi dulce,” he moved your shirt up, well his shirt, shivers running up your spine. You’ve never gotten this far with anyone. You’ve kissed people, but nothing like this. “Your skin is so fucking soft.” He assisted you on taking off your shirt, your bra was a deep shade of purple. “Purple’s my new favorite color.”

You became nervous then when Angel caressed your breast, softly squeezing it causing you to moan. You’ve never felt that sensation before, everything was so new to you.

“Angel, before we go any further, I have to tell you something.” You placed your hand on top of his, stopping his sinful ministrations.

“What’s up baby?” Angel’s eyes were dilated, looking at you wish such desire.

“I’m a virgin.”

“You’re a what?” Angel gave you an incredulous look.

Before you could reply, there was a knock on your door. You two looked at one another, before you grabbed the shirt that Angel just discarded. You quickly made your way over to the door, embarrassed by Angel’s reaction. You were certain he would leave after that bombshell.

Reaching to open the door, Angel pulled you back against his front, “I got it.” He informed you as he moved you behind him. He opened the door and your breath hitched when you saw Diego on the other side.

Diego’s face went from worried to anger in less than two seconds after his eyes landed on Angel.

“What the fuck is this?” He demanded.

“Diego, can I help you?” Angel further blocked you from Diego’s view, putting himself between you and Diego.

“Yeah, I need to talk to Y/N.” Diego straightened his form, trying to assert some type of dominance. But it wasn’t working on Angel. “So if you don’t mind, you can leave her with me.”

“Don’t think that’s going to happen. She’s my girl, you expect me to leave you all alone with her?” Angel scoffed. “What business do you have with her?”

“Your girl? She wasn’t with you a few hours ago. If I remember correctly, you had a whore sitting on your lap for a major part of the night.” Diego smirked. He wasn’t sure why the fuck Angel was here, but he wasn’t leaving till you two spoke.

Angel smirked. “I suggest you walk away before we have a problem here.”

“We already have one.”

Next thing you knew, Angel punched Diego on the face, tackling him to the ground.

“Angel!” You yelled his name, trying to pull him away from Diego. “Stop it, come on, he’s not worth it.”

But he didn’t hear you. Angel continued to land shots on Diego’s face and body. But then Diego was able to hit Angel on his rib cage, knocking the air out of Angel. He turned them around, with Diego now landing the blows.

“Diego, please stop it!” You pleaded with him and tried to push him off Angel.

“Diego!” You heard Medina running towards you three, pulling off Diego from Angel. He came with Diego to assure that he could intervene when you became upset. He was smoking by his motorcycle when he heard the commotion.

Angel stood up, and was going to lunge for him again, but you wrapped your arms around him, trying your best to hold him back.

“Please stop, he’s not worth it.”

Angel and Diego glared at one another. Diego was bleeding profusely from his lips while Angel had some blood coming out of his as well. His ribs hurt the most, but he had too much adrenaline coursing through his body.

“Stay the fuck away from her.” Angel wanted one last time. Spitting out the blood that formed inside his mouth.

“Fuck you Reyes,” Diego snarled. “She can’t be yours when she’s always been mine!” Diego shouted back as Medina pulled him away.

Angel led you back in your apartment, closing the door and locking it. You looked at him as he leaned against the door.

“You didn’t have to hit him.” You crossed your arms across your chest.

“I know mi dulce, but he didn’t get the fucking hint.” Angel pushed off your door and walked over to you. “Why the fuck is Diego claiming you?” He knew what he was, but again he didn’t want to throw Coco under the bus. You walked away to the kitchen to get Angel a bag of frozen vegetables to put on his face.

You gnawed at your lip as you handed him the bag. You knew you could trust Angel, you just didn’t know what to say. He was definitely your best friend once upon a time, but he proved that wasn’t the case. “We went to high school together and became close during senior year. He wanted to prospect for the Mayans and was rejected so I convinced Will to sponsor him. He became a patched member and nothing really changed. I always thought he had feelings for me because he acted as if he was my boyfriend. I always reasoned that he was protecting me or that we didn’t need the labels.” You pursed your lips, your arms crossed once again, but it looked more to Angel that you were holding yourself together. “I, I felt foolish, especially when his girlfriend called me out. It was his birthday and I came to his apartment with cake and his gift. I got him this new riding sunglasses that he had been eyeing for months.” You smiled sadly, trying your best to keep your tears at bay. “She threw my cake to the ground and told me that they were together, she berated me about my obsession with him and how he didn’t feel the same. That he kept me around since I was connected to Mayans royalty.” You looked up at Angel, his heart broke as he saw just how much it hurt you. Even after all these years and he couldn’t blame you. “Five years, I waited on him hand and foot thinking we would be together at the end, but instead I was the dumbass. I couldn’t stay there, it was the reason my mom moved to Santo Padre. Sure, she wanted to be closer to Tio Bishop, but it was due to me.”

Angel watched as your shoulder shook, head towards the ground. How could he do that to you? Use you and throw you away like a piece of trash? His blood boiled just thinking about how heartbroken you must have been to have that happened. It made sense why you kept him at arm's length at the beginning. You were very nice and cordial, but whenever he would try to get to know you, you would just excuse yourself.

He walked over to you, lifting your face with his finger under your chin. “I would never do that to you. I get he hurt you and the mother fucker is going to pay. But you’re safe here with me. He’ll never be able to fool you again.” He wrapped his arms around you, letting you cry into his chest. Kissing the top of your head, he promised himself that he would do everything he could to make sure you never cried. The way his heart clenched as he just imagined you at Stockton, giving everything you had to a motherfucker who didn’t deserve it.

“I’m sorry,” you pulled away from Angel, wiping your eyes. “If you’re totally not interested in me anymore, I completely understand.” Who would want someone with baggage that involved one of his brothers? Though you were certain Angel never saw Diego in that way.

Angel rolled his eyes, cupping your face and forcing you to look at him. “Listen I’m fucking here to stay. I’m not Diego, and all you have to do is let me prove it to you. Querida, I like you, why won’t you let me take you out and show you a good time?” Angel wasn’t even sure when he’ll find the time with everything going on, but he’ll make time, for you he would.

“Okay.” You grinned.

=================

Medina pulled Diego to the side, shaking his head. “Haven’t you done enough damage?” He pushed Diego, smacking him upside the head. “We had a deal. I agreed to let you come if you stayed the fuck away from her.” Medina knew he should have never let Diego come. He was too persistent for him to not do anything.

“I have to get her back.” Diego spat out the blood in his mouth. “I know we had a deal, but when I saw her, I couldn’t help myself. I miss her.”

“I don’t give a fuck. You fucked up. Just because the pussy you gave her up for left you, doesn’t mean you should disrupt her life.” Medina has his hands on his hips, watching as Diego sat on the floor collecting his breath.

“I love her.”

“No you fucking don’t. You romanticized her because of her connection to Bishop and Padrino, but she’s more than that. She fucking did everything for you and what did you do? Break her fucking heart. You don’t love her, you just missed how she waited on you hand and foot.” Medina scoffed. “Stay the fuck away.” He warned. He never told Bishop or Padrino, but maybe it was time to do it now.

“I listened to you once and I’m not going to stay away. You can’t tell me how I feel about her. I know what I feel regardless of my past indiscretions.” Diego stood up then, spitting on the ground once more and dusting off his clothing.

“Angel would never let you near her.” Medina knew of Angel’s liking towards you due to Bishop. He kept him updated since Medina had been around you for years.

“He won’t always be with her, after all, I’m gonna be here for the next few months.” Diego smirked.

“What?” Medina was confused. What the fuck was he on?

“Santo Padre is down a man, they need someone to fill in, so I volunteered.”

“Diego, this is a bad fucking idea.”

“She was mine first and once I treat her like how she deserves to be treated, show her how much I love her, she’ll come back to me.”

Medina knew that wasn’t going to be the case.

Angel wouldn’t let that happen.

He had to make sure Angel wouldn’t let that happen.

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Chasing Dreams - Part 10

A Queen AU Series

Series summary: In the year of 1971, you dreamed to be the best musician/performer that you'll ever be. And upon achieving your dream, you have met the four musicians that would surprisingly help you to chase your dreams. The story of you and the rising band is deeply life-changing, and even finding love would get in the way, but all you have to do in chasing those dreams is to always face the consequences...

In this chapter: You went to the record shop to meet Tommy, if he's still offering the job. Your first performance and Queen's comeback performance in Crown & Anchor will happen tonight. Freddie and Victoria brought all of you in a nightclub to celebrate. Roger asked you about something important...

Warnings: language, fluffs, mild angst

Word Count: 5.4k+ words

Note: I can't believe we're on part 10 and actually this series will be longer than I expected, but I'll still be making some small fics here and there :) And there will be slow updates by now since I'm back in school again and I need to study too (it's already my last year in high school) so yeah, I hope you guys understand :)

MASTERLIST OF CHASING DREAMS SERIES

♡♡♡ PART TEN: "THE PERFORMANCE NIGHT" ♡♡♡

"Thanks for driving me here Roger."

You hop out of the van while clutching your resume inside your hands. You closed the car door behind you as you looked at the record shop in front of you. Universal Sounds is the name of the record shop, and the best thing is Crown & Anchor is just blocks away from this record store.

"Hey love," Roger called, leaning over from the inside of the van. "Tell Tommy that he should come over by the pub tonight for the performance. I've never seen that bloke for a long time."

"Yeah, sure Rog." You smiled.

The blond drummer grinned at you, "Good luck out there love. Tommy is a great guy, I swear you'll be getting that job in no time." He said.

"Let's see if the job is still vacant, I really hope so. Now go, you'll be late for your Horticulture thingy." You giggled.

"See you tonight. Can't wait to see you on that stage Y/N, you'll bloody kill it." He playfully winked at you.

You're trying to hide your blushing cheeks from him. So, you just slowly stepped away from his van as you waved goodbye to him as he drives away from the street. You sighed deeply, exhaling all the inhibitions from your body and finally stepped forward, entering the shop. You heard faint sounds of music playing, seeing that it's from the studio where anyone can play and listen to any records that they like.

They're playing Elvis.

This place is like a wonderland to you, seeing every kind of records that you can't afford. Only the Hendrix records back at your home are only passed down to you from your older cousins before. You've visited record shops back in West Hampstead since you're a little one and those shops are just small shops, but this record shop. It's different.

It's so large and wide where almost every records are here.

You stopped looking through every aisles in this shop as you approach the girl in the counter, who's reading the magazine. You put up a toothy smile as you stood in front of her.

"Hi." You spoke. She just looked up to you with those tired, tired eyes. "Is Tommy Muller here? I need to speak to him."

"Tommy only gets to speak with people he knows, and I don't think he knows you. Hm?." She squint her eyes as she just gave you a straight smile, going back in reading the magazine.

She's rude.

"Well, his friend Brian May said to me that Tommy needs a new employee here in this shop. And I am that person that wants to talk to him because I just want to ask if the job is still vacant." Your voice raised until the end of the sentence. The girl just had her jaw agape at you as she puts the magazine down, going towards the door by the right side of this room.

An entrance to an office.

You've waited for a couple of minutes, tapping your nails on the counter while waiting. The song changed, replacing Elvis to The Supremes. Your head tilts up when the door finally opened, seeing a man--maybe around Freddie's age, wearing that brown velvet jacket and flares. He's too young to be a manager in this kind of business though.

"Hello, you must be Y/N Y/L/N." He approaches you, reaching out his hand to you as you happily shake it.

"And you must be Tommy. Nice to meet you." You smiled at him, not looking at the girl behind him whilst she is still eyeing you up and down.

It's like she's threatening you to step back from this attractive man before you.

"Brian called me earlier this day and told me all about you love," He said, pulling his hand from you, "It's been the second week that we are finding new employees here. You're lucky one of them left just by last Saturday..."

Your face lit up, "So that means, the job is vacant?." You excitedly asked.

Tommy chuckles, "It is. And probably we'll need someone to get behind the cash register and put on some price tags here and there, maybe sort records in their genres--"

"--I'll take it Tommy. I'll do everything that you just said. Maybe I'll start by Saturday, if you'll like--because I have uh...some performance every Friday nights, so Saturdays shall do fine..." You stuttered, wanting to convince him.

"Is she serious?--" The girl complained but Tommy lifts up his hand to shut her up. She did shut up. Her pesky little mouth zipped close for good.

"Can you please stop complaining for once Charlotte. It's our new employee we're talking to right now." Tommy smirks as he finally gave his hint. You gasp that you got in, without any exception. Without giving him your own fucking resume.

"D-do you need my resume? Maybe read my experiences? Or uh interview me or anything?." You vigorously asked him.

"This is just a small local record shop love, not a company with a huge building and hundreds of employees. You start Saturday, take the daytime shifts. Charlotte, take the night shift from now on." Tommy commands as you uncontrollably smile before him. Charlotte rolled her eyes as she groan in annoyance, but continues reading on her magazine while holding that cigarette between her fingers. Ashes falling down the laminated wood of the counter.

"Thank you so much Tommy. And actually, Roger invites you to come by in Crown & Anchor to watch us play. He misses you though." You grinned.

"Hm, I miss that blondie also. I'll see if I'll come by tonight. Best of luck to you also for your performance. But remember, 8AM sharp by Saturday, you'll be accompanied by another employee. I forgot her name already, but you'll meet her tomorrow." Tommy babbles his mouth as he adjusted his coat.

"8AM on the dot, I'll be there."

...

"I got the job!." You exclaimed when you soon stepped in the flat, just to see Freddie sitting by himself in the living room watching the telly.

"You did?," He beamed, standing from the sofa and immediately gave you the warmest hug. "Good for you darling! When are you going to start?." He asked.

"Tomorrow at 8, and Tommy is such a nice guy. I can't believe he's so young to manage that place." You said while getting your coat off and put it on the wooden chair by the window where Freddie would sit and write some songs by himself sometimes.

"I remember Tommy before when he first saw us perform for the very first time. He's so close to Brian, more like brothers already. He's also supportive back then, but when his father died and he became the heir of the record shop business, he stopped going to pubs and just think about the shop." Freddie stated, finding his way back in his seat again. You also sat on the sofa and sadly smiled.

"That's just great because he's still making sure that the record shop is still alive, for his father, of course." You replied, staring blankly at the telly with a random tv show playing.

You and Freddie slowly sighed deeply as you both fell into an awkward silence, never having an idea to bring up another topic. Only the ticking of the clock was being heard between you two.

"So? Where's Vicky? I thought the dresses will be done by now so that she'll come with us tonight?." You asked him.

You heard him sigh. Deeply.

"She's working to the bone. I tried calling her at work but she's not answering. Maybe too busy." Freddie replied. You sighed too as your hand dropped on his shoulder, patting him for the comfort.

It's just so sad to see Freddie feeling sad about the person he loves be so busy that their time together is already limited. And that thought just made you remember of Jonathan, where you still haven't talked to him in days. From those countless days that you've been spending with him before have turned into nothing now.

"Hey, don't be sad now Freddie. I'm pretty sure she'll come by in the pub tonight. I really want to see her too since it's my first performance." You chuckled. Then you see him smile now.

He looks at you with that same warm smiled on his face, "I'm lucky to have you as a friend darling." He replied.

You heart softens as you clutched your hand on your chest like you've felt the wave inside of your ribcage.

"And you too Fred."

...

Roger, John, Brian and Rosalie came by in Freddie's place in hours before the performance tonight. They talked about their setlist and also your own setlist. You're all here in the living room, Brian and Rosalie are sitting far away from each other as you realized they have not interacted that much today, maybe had another fight again. John was playing Freddie's acoustic guitar while sitting on the floor just beside the sofa. You and Roger are both on the sofa with your legs rested on his lap while he paid attention to what Brian was saying. You're writing down and editing your setlist. Putting on songs from Elton John by now, the same from The Beatles and obviously from Hendrix. You're still thinking about putting on your own songs. Maybe the crowd won't like your songs and have second thoughts about you. Maybe they'll just judge you.

Your worst nightmare.

"I can't believe this is the first band discussion as Queen." Freddie entered the room with the lemonade he's been making for minutes from the time the boys went in.

"So, we still keep the same setlist?." Brian asked as he tapped the pencil on his lap. You also caught him glance at your sister who's being silent.

You're suspicious.

But you just kept your mouth shut, minding your own business.

"What about this?." You spoke, leaning over to Roger as you gave him your journal with your songs. He looked at it and watch him write on the paper. You look over to see he put Hendrix as your opening song, the same song you've sang back at your father's pub where the boys heard and saw you perform before.

"Always start off with a song that everybody is in love with. I know Tiny Dancer is one of those, but the tune is too soft to be the opening song." Roger said and you agreed. Ever since you heard Tiny Dancer on the radio, you automatically fell in love with that song. It's just two weeks since it's release but you already memorized the lyrics.

"And also put your own songs. It'll be a waste if you don't." He suggested.

Of course you shake your head.

"No. That will never happen." You laughed, snatching your journal from his hand and again lean back on the armrest of the sofa, your legs resting on his lap again.

"How can you be the perfect performer if you don't have the confidence to share your own songs?." Roger defended his side. Your eyebrows raised.

"I'm not the perfect performer Rog, and I'm scared about the audience. What if they won't like my song? That'll be an embarrassment." You replied.

"No it won't." Roger again interfere.

"Yes it will."

"No it won't."

"Yes it will--"

You and Roger soon stopped arguing like little children when the others are looking at the both of you. Silence was created among them as your cheeks turn into a red shape as you see Freddie smirking like crazy between the two of you.

"Aren't you two adorable? Arguing like a real couple." Freddie teased as your blush became worse.

"Shut up Fred." You broke off a laugh as you push him away. John and Brian was also laughing at your blushing face. Only Rosalie was silent, but had a smile on her face as she watches you and Roger blushing.

...

Only two hours left before the performance will happen. You all are already in Crown & Anchor, waiting for your turn. Queen will perform first before you, so after their performance they can guide you while you're on stage in front of strangers with their eyes only on you as they listen to you sing your songs. The others are standing by the stage as they watch the performers finish their gigs too while you're outside, here in the payphones with your guitar in your left hand as you're holding the phone with your right.

You're speaking with your father again, luckily Jonathan was there with him back home.

"I'm hearing loud noises in your background dear. Are you already preparing on stage?." Your father asked, the excitement in his voice was present.

"No, their phones are actually outside the place but it's just so amazing that you can still hear the band playing inside." You chuckled. "And in just two damn hours, I'll be standing on that stage already as I sing the songs in front of them."

You fell into deep silence and deeply sighed.

"I don't know if people will like it or not." You added. Your back soon lean back on the wall, the cord of the phone is already dangling from it's case.

"They will love it Y/N, just like how the people did here. Remember when you're just a 17-year-old girl who wants to perform on stage?." Jonathan spoke, already missing his voice. You can't stop smiling as you let out a dry chuckle.

"Yeah, I remember..." You replied. Your eyes soon became glassy as the small tears rolled down your cheeks. You can't explain what emotions have you been exerting right now if it is happiness or sadness.

Maybe it's just in between.

"Now you're there, in a place where mostly people doesn't know you. You will perform well, like you did back home. If you ever feel the doubt about yourself, just think of the stage there as your small stage in the train station before, only with a bigger crowd." Jonathan stated, trying to comfort you. It's really true that he's the only one that can comfort you with only his words. And you're lucky to be his best friend and someone that is important in his life.

"God, I miss you so much Jonathan." You snifled, wiping away your tears as you start laughing to let out the sadness out of you.

"I miss you too Y/N, when will you come home?." He asked. Again.

You took an intake of breath, "Soon Jonathan. I'll come home." You replied.

The back door soon opened to reveal Roger looking out then see you here in the payphones, "Y/N, you need to come inside now and check the stage." He said.

"Okay, hold on one sec--Hey Jonathan, I need to go, take care back there and always look after mum and dad. Love you and miss you so much." You replied fast.

"Take care also Y/N, love you--"

The payphone already cuts off the phonecall.

And you didn't wait for Jonathan to reply earlier. You just left.

...

You're already behind the stage, hands tightly gripping your guitar. The boys are there for you, motivating you so that you can't overthink about the negative side of your upcoming performance in an hour. They will be the first to perform before you, so that's why Deacy is already holding his bass, Brian on his red special, and Freddie with his own mic.

Roger is missing in action.

"Just remember darling, just enjoy the performance later just like you did in the your stage back in your hometown. You'll be bloody amazing." Freddie said while gripping your shoulder. You smiled at him and appreciated his comfort.

"Thank you Freddie, now go and wow the crowd." You chuckled as you playfull pushed him away from you. Your heart warms up when you see his teeth--his additional incisors, in view in front of you. He put on his fashionable leather gloves on as he took his mic again, inhaling and exhaling all his inhibitions on stage.

You turn around, only to meet Roger holding his drumsticks and see that he had changed to his stage clothes. Which made your eyes widen up and your heart skipped a beat.

He's standing there, wearing that floral top, all buttons undone where you can see his chest, slightly glistening with sweat since it's a bit hot in this pub. Those tight leather pants aren't helping either, you can't stop looking down south.

Until you snapped out of yourself when you the band that is performing earlier went back here as their voices boomed in, congratulating themselves in their successful gig. The boys are already up next. And then you'll be up next.

"Ready boys?." Freddie spoke as they nod their heads. You watch them enter the stage one by one.

But Roger left for a second, feeling his hand drop on your lower back. Chills ran down your spine.

"Wish me good luck." Roger said as you nod your head in response, tongue tied because of his breathtaking aura. He soon entered the stage as his appearance swoon the ladies in the crowd. Hearing them squeal in happiness to see the Roger Taylor again in the stage of Crown & Anchor.

"It's good to be back here again in Crown & Anchor. For those who didn't know, this is the place where we had our first gig as a band and a few of you knew us as Smile, right?," Brian spoke in his mic as he heard several people agreed to him, smiles plastered on different faces. "And now, we are here tonight to introduce ourselves as Queen. Our new name."

"That's right." Freddie proudly interfere.

"Let's do this," Brian said to the boys as they played their first song. Watching them with awe like the very first time that you have seen them on stage. Still have that glitter and that strong stage presence.

You enjoyed their music while hanging out backstage throughout their performance. And you didn't felt nervous ever again when you're hearing the people enjoying the songs. You just remember their words to you before you will go on stage. Just like Freddie said, imagine that you are on stage of your father's pub in front of the people you knew while performing.

You know you could do it.

In the middle of their performance, you peek out again to watch them perform and suddenly see a familiar face watching from a distance. You heard his howls as he bangs his head and dances with the heavy tune of the beat.

It's Tommy, together with a friend who wrapped his arms around him in pure excitement when Queen ended another song--and they have a bunch of good-looking girls around them.

He's having a time of his life.

Several minutes later, they finished their gig and heard the people applauded them and finally see them got backstage again, looking haggard and worn out by playing. You stood up from the amplifier that you're sitting on as you took your guitar again.

"We'll be down there to watch you darling, see you in a bit." Freddie said as him and Deacy left backstage, with also Deacy wishing his luck to you.

Roger and Brian left behind.

You can't explain how awkward you're feeling right now.

"Good luck out there Y/N, give the people what they want." Brian smiles at you, then suddenly felt his hands took a hold of your shoulder.

"Thank you Brian." You said, almost like a whisper as you watch him left the room too. Following Freddie and Deacy.

Then again you faced the blond drummer, "Wish me luck also?." You playfully smirked at him as he chuckles.

He approaches you, never stopping him in putting his hands on either side of your hips. He held you there like your body belongs to him. "Good luck love." He said and he winked at you before following behind the others.

Now you're all alone and you think you're all set. You took a deep breath before stepping on stage, finally facing these unknown faces in your whole life. You stood in front of the mic, lightly tapping it to test if there's sound, but the loud hissing sound from the speakers annoyed the audience as you mumbled sorry.

Some people are already leaving the pub, some aren't paying attention.

And yet you still sang, because it's your beginning and you need to start it with a positive vibe from the audience.

"Oh, remember the mocking bird, my baby bought. He used to sing for his supper, baby..." You softly sang the first verse, hands also softly strumming the guitar.

Your rendition tonight was slower than you did before and more emotions have been exerted. You look around the crowd--the crowd that became lesser than earlier. You can also see some people grew interest to you as they stayed behind while drinking on their usual drinks.

Then the other verses came, your energy revved up as you played the guitar with the original groovy beat of the song. Hips swaying around as you watch the people now smiling up at you on this stage. You saw the boys watching you in the audience with proud hearts. You have seen Roger who have his eyes only locked at you, watching you once again do your passion--back in the old pub, back in your small place in the train station.

You finished the song with the people clapping their hands to you. You took a deep breath before gripping the mic, pulling it close to your mouth again.

"I hope you all are having fun tonight, so here's a song that's been my favorite at the moment..." You spoke as you strummed your guitar again. You have practiced the chords of this song as you feel the deep stares of the audience as you skillfully played the guitar.

"Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band. Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man..." You sang with your soft voice again and suddenly heard them sang along with you on this soft melodic song.

You got in the chorus part, seeing the people sway around with the melody. The people who just came in joins into the crowd. You look over to the boys--who are gazing at you while you're slowly shining up on-stage. You also saw Robert joins in with them as he fix his eyes on you, then a smile soon came up his lips.

You finished your song. Never expecting some people will clap for you.

You ended your performance, but didn't even sang your own songs.

...

"Oh darling you did so good up there!." Freddie soon embraces you when you join in with them in the crowd. The others also praising you as you thank them over and over. First performance of your life here has been a great start.

"Y/N...I--you did so good, you're perfect but," Roger spoke as he held your hand, pulling you with him to get a short distance from the boys. "Why didn't you sang your songs? You even put it on your set." He frowned.

"I'm too scared to sing it..." You sighed.

"That's not an excused. If you're scared to sing it in front of these strangers, then why did you sang your song to me comfortably before?." He asked.

Your lips closed in a thin line as you stare at the ground, then back up looking in his eyes again. "Because you're not a stranger to me Roger. I know you, that's why I'm comfortable singing my own songs to you."

You saw Roger's eyes softens as a smile breaks off his lips, he sighs and slides his hands in yours again. "You really are something Y/N." He whispers.

"Yeah?." You smiled.

He nods. Still have that smile on his face.

That tension between you and him thickens as you watch him slowly leans over to you, his hands that are holding your hand earlier went to your waist. You're feeling his warm breathing, inching closer and closer.

Until, "Y/N! There you are!." Someone interrupts the moment that causes you and Roger to jump away from each other.

It's Robert who's approaching. You look over to Roger who is visibly blushing before you, making a giggle escape your lips.

"Y/N, thank you for that wonderful set earlier. You're a hidden gem yeah?." Robert gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek as you blushed in his words.

"Oh shut up Robert. I'm just a medium talent. Nothing biggie." You wave off your hand to him.

"Enough with that humble-jumble. You are insanely breathtaking on that stage. Keep it up. See you all next Friday again." Robert eyed you and the boys before leaving you all here to talk with everyone else he knows in this room.

Before you can even talk to Roger again and wanted to finish off what you're both starting earlier, someone from behind suddenly picked you up off the ground as you squealed in shock. Your heart almost dropped when you heard that familiar laugh.

"Tommy, this isn't funny! You almost gave me a heart attack!." You squeak and he finally lets you go. You faced the man that happens to be your boss in your job and he have his friend beside him that's been with him earlier while you and Queen are performing.

"But you didn't and I'm proud of you love! even though we just met earlier this morning." Tommy said and gave you a huge kiss on the cheek. "And oh! How rude of me, this is William--or Will, one of my closest friend." He motioned on his friend beside him.

"Nice to meet all of you. You all had an amazing performance." He compliments as you all thanked him.

"Thank you." You all thanked him. Then Freddie soon offered Tommy and William a drink as they toast. You chose not to be intoxicated tonight since you're having your first job tomorrow morning. You don't want to suffer in that hangover.

But Tommy is drinking. You said in your mind.

"Hi everyone!." That familiar voice came in and see Victoria, who had her arms open. Freddie darted his look to her as he rejoiced, hugging her first then gave her a sweet and passionate kiss.

Your heart always warms up to the both of them.

"Vicky! I'm so glad you came! But you missed our performances though." You approach her as she pulls you in a warm hug.

"There will be another Friday night though, but still, I'm sorry I'm so late." She sighs.

"It's fine Vicky. We're still glad you're here, even though you're late." You grinned and again pull her in an embrace.

After celebrating for a bit in the pub, Vicky soon called you all in for another celebratory round in a nightclub down the street. Tommy and William with their girl-friends tag along too. The loud pumping beat of groovy songs envelopes the whole room filled with people in any age. Freddie and Victoria excitedly entered this nightclub and find some table for us. John came with Tommy and William as they chat away. Brian and Rosalie looked alright tonight, they have their hands tied as your sister pulled his boyfriend to Freddie and Victoria who found a round table by the corner of the room.

And you're all alone with the drummer again.

"So you're still thinking about not drinking tonight?." Roger asked. You face him and see his smirk on his face.

"I don't know Rog, maybe or maybe not." You chuckled. You both went to the table where they are and finally see the drinks have settled in. Each one of you have it's drink.

Roger turns his look at you, motioning you to take the drink.

And then you take the drink, smiling at them before you, "To our careers." You said.

"Cheers!."

...

You stopped at your third drink, even Roger stopped too. Just Freddie, Vicky and Tommy are wasted in the dancefloor. John, Brian, Rosalie, William and the girls are nowhere to be found in the nightclub. Maybe they have gone home, or just lost in the thick crowd. You're leaning against the bar counter, watching the people dance. Roger went to the loo.

The song changes up to Beatles. The crowd howls in happiness.

Glass Onion

Just in time Roger came back from the loo, your body itches to dance with the people in front of you. That's why you hold out your hand to him, a smile on your lips.

"Dance with me Rog." You said.

He shakes his head.

"I'm sorry love, but I don't dance." He apologizes. You frowned.

"Everybody can dance." You replied with your eyebrows furrowed at him.

"I don't want to embarrass myself in the dancefloor. Glass Onion is my favorite song actually but I really don't dance." He gave reasons. Now your hand lowered down, setting them on your hips.

"Suit yourself. You'll regret it someday." You teased him as he lightly chuckled.

You made your way in the dancefloor to Tommy who's enjoying his life while dancing with plenty of ladies around him. Such a ladies man.

"Tommy," You called him out as he whips his head to you, a drunken smile appeared on his lips. "Do you want to dance with me?."

He excused himself from the ladies as he took your hand without any word at all. He just spins you around and groove with the music. You laughed at his tipsy self when he's spinning you around because he's actually wobbling on his feet. Freddie and Vicky are living their own life. Happily in love.

"I think you need to sit down Tommy. Come on, off we go." You pat his shoulder as you help him lean over to you. You grip his waist as you led him to the bar where Roger is.

"What happened to him?." Roger asked.

"Too much alcohol. Obviously. And he have a record shop to run." You said. Setting Tommy down as you ordered water, then giving it to him.

Roger stared at you for a while. Watching you take care of Tommy, and how you are so concerned. He admires these little things to you. Your love of the people you care about it one of your best traits. And Roger saw that in you this instant.

"Y/N..." He mumbles. Under his breath.

And still you heard his mumble.

"Yeah?." You face him.

"Can I speak to you for a second? Alone? Tommy can take care of himself now." He said.

You looked at Tommy who already is sleeping on the counter. His hand still gripping the glass of water. You return your look on the blond drummer.

"Yeah, sure. I'll hear it."

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Matchmakers

Pairing: Alex X Reader

Warnings: None yet

Series Summary:

Since I joined the cast of Supernatural, 5 years ago, they have made it their mission to find me a boyfriend, but things haven't been exactly easy. But when a new face joins the cast, the Padaleckis, the Ackles, and the Collins take it upon themselves to use the hiatus to become matchmakers.

PART 1

The last couple of weeks have been pretty intense. With reshooting scenes, doing voice overs, and making sure everything is done for the season finale, I don't think there isn't any bone or muscle in my body that isn't crying for a good sleep. But of course there are stunts left to practice, and scenes that still need to be shot that I know will leave me broken, emotionally as well as physically.

"You look like crap" I hear Genevieve's voice before I even see her but then she appears next to me with a mocking smirk plastered on her face.

"That's what ending a season does to you" I sigh dramatically as I rest my back on the chair, a few bones craking. "Jared didn't say you were comming. Where are the kids?"

I lean forward, trying to look for them as Gen takes the seat next to me.

"Jared is somewhere showing off to Jensen how Odette is taller than Zep" Gen says, clearly not amused by her husband's childishness. "And Tom and Shep are playing with a helicopter Clif got them"

"As Odette's Godmother and Tom and Shep's favorite not blood related aunt, don't tell Danneel I said that, I deserve to see them first" I try to sound offended but Gen just rolls her eyes with a grin on her face. "Even before their father"

"So" Gen starts, and I already know the tone in her voice. "I've heard that you and Alex are getting along quite well"

"You and Danneel seriously need to find a hobby other than messing with my love life" I recriminate her with my eyes but she just laughs with a sparkle of guilt in her look. "She literally asked me that a couple of days ago"

"I'm just curious" She looks at me innocently but I know her better, her mind is already making some wicked plan. "You are single. He is single. It's just a thought"

"He is a really good friend, just that" I blush a little because I know that it's not just that. I mean, we are friends. But we are both aware that we are single so a couple of flirty comments have been exchanged, but nothing more. But Gen can’t know that. "He's okay, I guess"

"I've seen him, Y/N" Gen huffs, insulted by my way of minimazing how Alex really looks. "And 'okay' is not the word I would use to describe him"

"You are a married woman" I laugh but I know she is right. We've all seen Alex. He looks like the type of guy Disney would hire to play the prince in their next princess movie.

"But not a blind one" She coughs when we see Jared comming our way with Odette sitting on his shoulders, alongside with Alex and Jensen.

"Ladies" Jensen greets Gen with a soft kiss to the forehead, and sticks his tongue out to me. Classic.

"Aren't you guys supposed to be filming a scene?" I reach for Odette but Jared has to help me out since the height difference doesn't really allow me.

"Misha is currently running some lines with Ruth so we have a couple minutes to spare" I barely catch Alex's words over Odette's babbling.

"Oh, that's good, I guess" I smile at Alex and I can see from the corner of my eyes, the look that Jared, Jensen and, Gen are sharing.

"Hey, now that they are both here, maybe it's a good time to tell them, Gen" Jared looks down at her wife as Jensen’s grin spreads across his face as he shakes his head a little.

"Oh, yes!" Gen's eyes light up and she looks between Alex and I. "Jensen's family, as well as Misha's will be joing us for the break. We are going to our beach house there so we thought it would be a good idea for all of us to go together"

"We are all planning to meet at the airport to start the trip together from there" Jensen jumps in, catching my attention. "I could look for your tickets if you decide to come"

A couple of days by the beach don't sound bad at lot, even if the guys want to use it to play cupid. I definitely need a few days to unwind and to relax with a few piña coladas in my hand.

"I would love to" I nod at Jensen, and I catch Alex bitting his lips, as if his trying to hold back a smile.

"Yeah, me too" Alex looks up and smiles at me. "Count me in"

"It's going to be amazing" Gen smirks widly as she winks at me. "I promise"

"I love that kid but sometimes I want to strap him to a chair, I swear" Danneel grunts as Zep keeps running away from her, constantly almost bumping in all the people that are in our gate. "I don't know why he is not like his twin"

I eye up Arrow, who's sitting next to JJ with a bottle between her chubby hands as she watches her sister coloring.

"Maybe he gets it from his dad" I let out in almost a whisper so that Jensen can't hear me, but when I turn around, he's glaring at me. "I'm kidding"

"West was a lot worse, I felt like if I wasn't careful, he would jump through the roof" Vicky exhales and I honestly feel bad for this woman, I love those kids, but I know the energy that they have. I've had to babysit them and I had to preper myself emotionally for the wild ride that is taking care of 8 kids.

"Everyday you give me more reasons not to have babies" I laugh, even though I know I actually want kids. Eventually, tho. In a far future.

"Oh but we want a mini Alex" Gen grins, which makes Vicky and Dee laugh.

"You are seriously still on that?" I roll my eyes, trying to hold the smile on my face. "Not happening"

"Oh, come on" Dee insisted. "I've catch him looking at you or the other way around, or that time on set when you were all over each other"

"We were not" I gasp, looking around to make sure Alex can't hear us. "We are just friends, even if you girls don't believe it"

"We know you are just friends, honey" Vick giggles and it's so quick, I almost miss it. "We are just going to make sure it doesn't stay like that"

"You are evil" I try to sound irritated but I know the grin that is creeping through my face doesn't allow me to.

Suddenly Jensen stands up, catching everyone's attention. Even Zep who can't seem to stop bouncing on the top of his carry on.

"So I'm going hand out the tickets" He starts sorting the papers through his hands. He looks up at me and then at Alex. "Alex, Y/N, since you guys joined later I wasn't able to book the seats with us but you'll be together, at least" Off course we are.

"Don't corrupt my child, Y/N" Misha is the first one to speak, making everyone laughs as I just feel my cheeks getting red and warm by the second.

"Okay, they are boarding now" Jared grabs Shep's hand and pushes their carry ons with the other. "Let's go"

We all start walking towards the gate and I can tell the little joke going around between the families as they giggle and share looks as they watch Alex and I walking side by side. This feels like middle school. We walk through the jet bridge, the kids running between us as they chase each other. A few 'stop it' and 'be careful' are shared between the parents and the kids, which only gets them more giggles from the five older munchkins.

We greet the flight attendants at the door of the plane as they guide us to our seats. Dee grins at me as Alex and I walk pass her since our seats are not with them.

"I think these are ours" Alex point at two lonely seats at the last row. There are a few seats taken close to us but overall lonely, the closest person is two rows in front of us.

Can they be any more obvious?

"Do you want the window or the aisle?" Alex asks me as he opens the overhead bin to place our carry ons inside. As he does so, his arms flex, making his biceps pop. Oh Chuck. "Y/N?"

"Uh, window" I blush as I realize he caught me spacing over his muscles. "If you don't mind"

"Not at all" His sweet smile spreads across his face and I push myself towards the window before I space out again.

"Y/N" I feel a soft tapping on my shoulder but I just shrug it off, pushing my face deeper into my soft pillow.

"Y/N" Something nudges me harder this time so I groan, ready to murder who ever dared to wake me.

"What?" I open my eyes only to find a very humored flight attendant and Alex blushing as I'm basically using him as my private bed. I feel my cheeks getting red by the second as I try to make up some words. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry"

I try to apologize to Alex as I move myself as far away from him as I can, until I feel my back touch the window.

"It's okay" Alex laughs as he looks at the flight attendant as she is waiting for me. "Mhmm, you have to order, Y/N"

"Oh, yes! Sorry" I look at her with a guilty look on my face but she just smiles in return. "I'll have apple juice and..."

"Chicken or meat sandwich?" The flight attendant replies as she notices that I don't know the options.

"Chicken will do" I try to ignore Alex as I grab the plate from her. "Thank you, and again, sorry"

She mumbles a 'it's no problem' before walking away, leaving us in dead silence. Great, now you have to make small talk.

"So, how long did I sleep" I question Alex as I unwrap my meal. He choose the meat one which actually seems better than my option.

"About an hour, I think" He smiles a little and then proceeds to take a large bite of his sandwich. "I slept, too"

I can barely make out his words but I manage to understand him somehow. We finish eating in silence, occasionally letting out a chuckle at the movie that's playing in the tiny monitors in front of us.

"I think I'm going to check on the others" I close my table, grabbing the left overs in my hands.

I try to push myself between the front seat and Alex's legs so he notices and tries to make as much space as he possibly can. While I'm squeezing myself past him, all I can hope is that there isn't any sudden turbulence that would land me on top of him. Please.

I manage to make it to the aisle without throwing myself on top of Alex so I give myself a mental high five. I walk to the back of the plane where a flight attendant takes my trash and helps me dispose it.

I make my way to the main aisle, looking for my entire group, which I thought they'd be easy to find since they are traveling with 8 kids so that means noise. But I notice they're sleeping when I find them, except for Tom, who's playing something on his iPad.

"Hi" I kneel on the aisle, between Gen and Vic, trying not to make too much noise since I would probably get murdered by all the grown ups if I wake even one kid up.

"Oh, hey" Gen smiles at me tiredly and I know she was almost falling asleep. "How's everything back there?"

"Good" I nod my head more than I should've, totally acting normal. "Nothing out of the ordinary"

"That's not what I saw" Vic raises her eyebrow as she looks for something in her bag. She pulls out her phone and then looks for something until she is basically shoving it in front of our faces. "Looks like cuddling to me"

I gasp as I watch myself resting on Alex's side as he has his head on top of mine, just as asleep as I am.

"When did you take that?" I try to grab the phone but Vic is quicker, pulling it away from my reach.

"When I went to the bathroom" She throws the phone back in her purse, giving me a triumphant smirk.

"Not even a day into the trip and you are already getting busy" Gen teases me as she wiggles her eyebrows exaggeratedly.

"I fell asleep" I grunt, pushing my head between my hands. "I wasn't doing it on purpuse"

"Sure, sure" Gen nods her head, with a mocking tone in her voice.

"Okay, I think I'm just gonna go" I stand up as Gen rolls her eyes, muttering something about me denying the truth.

I walk back to my seat to find Alex watching something on his phone. He looks up at me and then proceeds to give me space to take my seat. I'm about to say something when the flight attendant speaks through the microphone. Her words are really hard to make out but I manage to understand that we are starting the landing process. "Finally" I sigh, putting on my seat belt.

"Good to know you enjoyed my company" Alex laughs, obviously teasing me.

"I didn't mean it like that" I roll my eyes. "Besides, you made a really good pillow"

"Good to know" He grins so before my cheeks give me away, I look out the window.

Before we left the airport to drive to the Padalecki's beach house, we decided to rent some cars. Obviously each family picked a car so Alex and I are sharing a car together. Just the two of us.

"So what are you must excited about?" Alex asks me as he drives while I look out the passenger's side.

"Just relaxing in general" I breath out as I catch a beautiful house in a distance which I asume is the Padelecki's. "You?"

"Just getting a little bit of sun" Alex slows down as we aproach the house, Jared driving in front of us and Jensen and Misha following behind. "I love Canada but I seriously need some warm weather"

"Tell me about it" I sigh as I feel the beachy breeze through the car window. "I can't wait to get off this clothes and into my bikini and just take all the sun"

"Make sure to invite me" Alex winks at me and parks next to Jared's. He's out of the car before I can even react.

I don't give myself time to blush because I'm Y/N. I can flirt if I want to. And he is not going to intimidate me. Well, at least I won't let him know that he does.

Alex comes up at my side, opening the door for me so I take my chance. "If you keep being such a gentleman, maybe I will" I hold myself by his bicep before giving it a light squeeze. I walk towards the others and I know Alex is walking behind me, trying to hold back a smirk. I know this because I am doing just that.

"Let's get the luggage inside so I can show everyone their room and then we could go down to the beach to watch the sunset" Gen suggest as Jared unloads their bags from their car.

"Y/A" Gen calls me as Alex goes back to the car to get our things. "The house has four rooms so we are all taking one so..."

"Let me guess" I roll my eyes as Jared and Gen share a guilty but totally on purpose look. "Alex and I are sharing"

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Sooo, this is my first Supernatural story. I don't know why I chose Alex as my first because I'm usually a Sam girl, occasionally a Dean girl, too. This is the first part of the series, I don't intend to make it really long but we'll see as we go. Hope you like it and if you got any tips or recommendations, just let me know! English is not my first language so bear with me if I make any mistakes. Thanks ❤️

#supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #alex calvert #alex calvert fanfiction #alex calvert smut #alex calvert fluff #alex x reader

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an-ambivalent · 6 years

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NSN: Ten [Yandere! Kim Taehyung] [Reader-Insert]

Series Title: Notice Me Noona

Synopsis: Kim Taehyung was [Name]’s junior who just always happened to be where she was. At first, she brushed it off as a coincidence. However, soon, these coincidences became one too many, and his “small talk” felt like suffocating interrogations. It was obvious in the most discreet ways. [Name] perceived it as a small crush, and almost found the cliche concept of a junior liking a senior endearing. However, unbeknownst to her, Taehyung’s feelings were too intense to be labelled as a mere crush. It was obsession and he was TOO in love, almost to the point where he was even willing to murder just for her to notice him.

A/N: This story contains content that can make you uncomfortable. Read at your own risk.

The sky was a shade of soft pastel blue. Cotton candy like white clouds floated in the atmosphere, and loomed over the premises underneath them. It was a bright day with the sun basking everything in its presence, and making the hue of everything look richer and brighter. The joyous weather held hope, and it made most people reminiscence about their pleasant memories filled with love and laughter. This was completely opposite from everything that Mina and Vicki felt.

It had been two years since they last saw, or heard from and about [Name]. The last time the young couple ever saw, or held their best friend was two years ago in a shopping complex, when they were comforting her after her break up with her first boyfriend.

It was a break up that they had encouraged.

It had also been two years since they saw or heard from and about [Name]’s boyfriend, Kim Taehyung. Everything simply disappeared. It was blank. There was nothing. There was nothing except for the unspoken melancholy emotions, unconfessed mourning feelings, and regrets left behind.

Vicki hated herself because she was always too pushy. Her daring and challenging words to her friends often peer pressured them into something they were obviously uncomfortable doing. She was just too much. She regretted how she provoked [Name], and poked fun at her insecurities. She took things too far, and never stopped babbling when she should have, so she felt as if it was her fault that [Name]’s life ended the way it did.

Mina was the embodiment of the colour blue and sadness; she drowned herself in her grief and sorrow. She was an over-thinker who exaggerated everything. This was the part that she hated the most about herself, and yet, she allowed herself to inject this toxicity into [Name]. She was too overprotective of her. Whenever [Name] complained about the most minor of inconveniences, Mina would manifest her problems to an unrealistic level. She would reassure [Name] that everything she said was valid, even though something may have been [Name]’s fault. She scared [Name] from Taehyung with every little thing the [h/c] female confessed to, and due to her exaggeration, they ended up breaking up.

Maybe without their intervention, things could have worked out between [Name] and Taehyung. They could have been a happy couple who would have worked on the flaws of their relationship together. [Name] could have learned how to make Taehyung trust her and they could have discovered the meaning of their love themselves, rather than following the ideas of love everyone else ingrained in them from their own experience.

Mina and Vicki should only have been spectators. They should not have acted like judges of a show in a field they had no idea about.

If they really needed to interfere in [Name]’s life so much, both friends felt as if they should have not encouraged [Name] to date Taehyung in the first place. After all, it was always obvious that something was wrong with Taehyung and what he felt for [Name] was morbid infatuation rather than a simple crush. He was always eyeing her like some sort of starved predator gazing hungrily at its prey. Overall, everything about it felt insane.

It was bound to end in chaos.

It had been two years since [Name] [Surname] had been reported missing. There was some evidence but it led to a dead end. There was no further news, and in today’s day and age, justice never prevailed. They tried pathetically for a few weeks before they closed the case. It was the biggest middle finger in the face.

Everything was just worthless and there was nothing. No one could do anything else about it, and so, Mina and Vicki were forced to live the rest of their lives with permanent scars in their heart. There was no light in their dark tunnel of misery and regrets because they never found out, or will know what happened to their friend.

They could only make assumptions of the different scenarios about what happened to [Name] based on their actions in the past. There were countless of ‘what ifs,’ but one thing was certain. Mina and Vicki believed that whatever happened to [Name], this whole thing was all their fault.

She was lovely. Her smooth plastic-like [skin colour] skin shone under the poor yellow lighting of the room. Her soft hair that fell to the end of its length was perfectly smooth, and untangled from any knots because Taehyung brushed her hair at least ten times a day. She was dressed in satin frills.

She had become the ultimate object for his obsession.

With inimical infatuation filled in his insane gaze, Taehyung stared deeply in her dead and soulless eyes. With shaky fingers, he began to lift up her satin material dress up her thighs, and placed a sloppy and messy kiss on the corner of her lips.

It wasn’t the same. It wasn’t her, but this was all that he had left of her.

“I’m sorry Noona,” Taehyung began breathlessly, and he ran his hand up and down her thighs. “I’m sorry for becoming too angry and punishing you too harshly. I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have killed you for not returning my feelings. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so so so so sorry,” He cried, before he cupped her face with his hands.

“I promise I’ll be gentler. I’ll be a better lover this time. I won’t hurt you again, as long as you promise to be just mine and love me. You promise, right? Hahahaha, of course you do! Then, I promise to love you forever, even after death. My dear sweet [Name] noona, I will never let you go,” Taehyung said, before he connected his lips with the plastic doll’s, which looked exactly like his deceased lover.

chapter one | chapter nine | Masterpost

Trivia

1) Mina and Vicki are based on the type of friend I have observed myself to be in some circumstances, and this entire story was just based on my insecurities and self-roasting lololol.

2) This story contains themes of domestic violence (but like toxic relationships) to some extent, and to foreshadow the themes of story, personalities of the characters or possible endings of the story, I referenced actual published texts about domestic violence.

3) I’ve talked about it several times but the abuser in Behind Closed Doors was initially an influence on how I characterized Taehyung. It’s been months since I read that book so I don’t know if it did continue to influence his characterization towards the ending too. It’s a really good book, I highly recommend it.

4) Chapter five is titled ‘The Geranium.’ This is another reference to a text about domestic violence; there’s a short story called (as the title hints) The Geranium written by Flannery O’Connor. The actual flower Gernaium, according to this site, flowermeaning.com/geranium-flower/ have “conflicting meanings” and a lot of the meanings can be applied to the narrative of the story, and it’s characters. For example stupidity, can resonate with a lot of the characters lol. Themes of melancholy and friendship (protagonist’s lost, and her friendship between her friend’s group) and expected and unexpected meetings: expected because as readers, you expect that a yandere story will have dark themes (or that one way or another the protagonist was expected to become involved with Taehyung sooner or later). Unexpected because it didn’t necessarily had to be like that, and if proper steps are taken, then safety and security could have been achieved. It was a so and so situation, but for the sake of the plot, I wrote it the way I did.

That’s about it lol. I can’t think of anything else that is left to shared. Like with each story I complete, I thank you for reading this story despite any plot holes or poor writing it may have. I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoyed reading it. Once my stories are completed, I do not touch them again so I don’t write sequels or reveal other ends I had in mind for them since extra ideas are needed for future works. I would love to receive feedback and if you want to critique it, that’s fine but please be respectful and nice about it and know that I don’t particularly have to agree with any critiques. If you have any other questions, I will do my best to answer them. Once again, thank you for reading.

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boreussia-durmmund · 5 years

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12th door - Celebrating

If you want to be tagged in this mini-series please tell me!

The adrenaline was still pumping through his veins and Roman could hear the “Süd” celebrating while he hugged and lifted Christian up from the ground happily. Then he moved on and was hugged by Marco but Roman wanted to go somewhere else.

They had won the game against Augsburg and they were happy just as ever but he was happier because his wife finally took his little Miss Sunshine to a match at the Tempel.

He had to discuss and whine for weeks because Isabelle had been arguing that Vicky was still too young and it was too loud. She wasn't even wrong but Roman just was in awe with the thought of her watching him not only on TV (it was the only times she was allowed to watch TV yet) but in reality. Finally Victoria had been begging her mum as well and as it would be her 3rd birthday tomorrow and Roman's parents were already in Dortmund, she said yes and all of them had watched the game this at the Westfalen-Stadion Saturday afternoon.

Now he could see Vicky waving at him from where they were waiting near the field. Roman ran over happily and waved back.

The only thing he could hear over the noise of the stadium was Vicky excitedly screaming 'dadda'.

Isabelle smiled at him as well and blew him a kiss while holding their daughter before handing her over to a steward who handed her over to Roman.

He took her and happily swayed her around.

“Dadda. Proud of you, vewy proud.” she exclaimed. “Thank you, Vicky.” he told her and kissed her forehead holding her closer to himself.

“Do you want to come with me and celebrate?” he asked kindly.

“Yes!!!” she screamed eagerly.

So Roman lifted her up onto his shoulders and walked to where the other ones were getting ready to celebrate with the Süd. It was as loud as ever, Roman put her earmuffs back on, Marwin's kids and Axel's daughter and Paco's had joined them as well. It had become common for them to have their children with them this season when they were celebrating.

It was loud and as happy as ever and he loved having her with him but until they slowly trotted around the stadium which was getting empty they hadn't said a word to each other.

Roman put her on the ground.

“Everything rightie right?” he asked taking her earmuffs off.

“Yes, I wann play ball too!” she told him.

“I get one.” Christian who was standing next to them explained and a few minutes later he returned while she babbling to her dad how much she liked it here.

“I wanna play ball and daddy in goal.” she stated and nodded to tell them she was being serious.

“Then let's go there. You can win against daddy.” Christian replied giving her a high five which she returned before picking her up so they would get to the goal faster.

“Alright.” Roman agreed watching her giggle in Christian's arms.

She knew him, he came over from time to time. He even was with him at the Zoo last summer. Vicky really liked him, she called him uncie chrissie. It was extremely cute especially because Christian was like a younger brother to Roman.

So Roman walked towards the goal he was in earlier and waited for the shot he knew he wouldn't try to save.

Some fans were shouting 'score a goal' behind him while Christian was still explaining something to her. Then he put the ball on the ground, closer to the goal than the penalty point. Vicky grinned at him, kicked the ball and was sucessful. Roman tried to make it seem like he was trying his best but he let her win.

Victoria happily ran into Christian's arms and he celebrated with her and so did the rest of the fans who were still in the stadium.

@be-your-own-anchorx @buerking38 @team-erikdurm @iuliaaa21 @degea-drama-llama @geekyyears9 @hopelessdreamer11 @imaweirdobutyoulikeit @ednamor @avril-rush-goose @minthurricane @carlaimberlain @thedoctorismyparabatai @madtimer

#roman bürki fanfiction #roman bürki imagine #advent calendar 2k18 #12th door

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tellywoodtrash · 5 years

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Hello! With 2018 coming to an end, let's talk about music! What were your top ten releases of the year? No matter what genre or language, please share your favorites with us, and tell us why you liked them (if you want)! Let's have a joyful end of the year filled with good songs*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Hi friendddddd!

Ooooooooh music lists! My fav. thing to do!

Ae Watan - Arijit Singh; Raazi - I’m not even patriotic but this is goosebumps-inducing stuff.

Faqeera - Shamu Bai and Vishnu; Coke Studio Explorer 2018 - The sheer purity of her voice just makes me tear up like 8/10 times I hear this song. It reaches me somewhere on the inside.

Kaathalae Kaathalae - Chinmayi Sripaada, Govind Vasantha; 96 - A quietly refreshing song, I love the little touches like the sounds of nature (the babbling brook, the bird calls, a wolf howl?)

Daryaa - Ammy Virk, Shahid Mallya; Manmarziyaan - The angst, oh man the angstttttttttttttttt. And that flute bit right after “Koi nahi bhulda yaara jiven tu hai bhulleya…” + the musical bit after the chorus just gets to me every. single. time.

Tareefaan (Reprise) - Lisa Mishra, Qaran; Veere Di Wedding - The song is better without Badshah’s dumbass tone-deaf rap lyrics (“Dieting pe hai toh kyun khaati bhaav”? Pfffffffft, fuck off, fool.)

Dhayaanchand - Vijay Yamla, Nikhita Gandhi, Amit Trivedi, Suhas Sawant; Manmarziyaan - I pretty much fell in love with Vicky Kaushal thanks to this song; he’s just such an adorable ebullientidiot, and he looks like he’s having the timeeeeeeeee of his life.

Chogada/Kamariya - Darshan Rawal; Loveyatri/Mitron - Ok I know these are two songs, but lbr, these are both essentially the same song. Awesome Garba bops, always make me wanna put on a big twirly mirror-work laden skirt and twirl till I fall down.

Hafiz Hafiz - Mohit Chauhan; Laila Majnu - The music, gorgeous. The vocals, including the little Kashmiri children’s chorus, sublime. The lyrics, ugh, AMAZING (“Main asal mein tum hoon, teri nakal nahi.”) Just the structure of the song and the way it just keeps building up, what a journey man.

Naina Da Kya Kasoor - Amit Trivedi; Andhadhun - I just enjoy Amit Trivedi’s voice so much, and he sounds like he’s genuinely having so much fun in this one. It’s sure to put a smile on my face every time I hear it.

Maruvaarthai - Sid Sriram; Enai Noki Paayum Thota - Slight cheating, since this song actually came out in 2017, but I only discovered it this year; besides the movie still hasn’t come out. So imma count this one as a 2018/2019 release. It’s so rare to get love songs with such soulful lyrics that also have such amazing beats? I love everything about it, the lyrics (whatever I can understand), Sid Sriram’s amazing voice, the flute. It just takes me to another world.

Tbh, I quite enjoyed all the songs of Amit Trivedi’s big albums this year; Manmarziyaan (very reminiscent of Amit Trivedi’s OG soundtrack Dev D with the sheer number and styles); Andhadhun; and Kedarnath. Also loved Raazi, and Laila Majnu. Overall, not a GREAT year for music this year imo (Coke Studio was kinda disappointing after all the hype; all the fucking remakes and remixes, someone pls stop Tanishk Baagchi for the love of god…); here’s hoping 2019 isn’t as mediocre and gimmicky.

#music recs #tt answers #baefikre

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consultingundergroundrainbow · 6 years

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Life Changes (ch 1)

(Aged up) Peter Parker is living his dream on Broadway and catches the eye of famous doctor Tony Stark

Tony looked around the theatre. It was nice. Of course it was, it was Broadway, after all.

"Do we have to go see Hairspray of all things?" He complains. "It's so girly. I don't do girly musicals. Hell I don't do musicals. It's not my thing. Can't I just go back to work?"

Pepper swats his arm. "It's a good musical. And no. You need time off. You're overworking yourself again."

"It's not my fault being a surgeon is time consuming." Tony sasses back. She was right, as always but still. Tony loved his job, He loved helping people get better.

"You need to relax Tony." "And I couldn't do that at home? With a drink?"

"No. Now we need to get seated. I got us good seats so shut up and enjoy it. It's the last performance of this cast and I heard it's really good."

"Fine. But you owe me one." Tony pouts.

"Alright you big baby." Pepper rolls her eyes and grabs his arm, dragging him into the theatre.

Tony complains but lets himself be pulled. Pepper had gotten them seat in the middle of the third row. He sits, crossing one leg over the other and opening the play bill. He scanned the cast names, recognizing a few.

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Backstage was full of sounds of warming up and tap tag of people running back and forth, and dancing. Peter leans forward towards the mirror as he works at getting his hair into place. He had some time before he went out. He finally gets his hair settles and smiles, spinning around and winking at the mirror. He looks over at his best friend, Ned. Ned worked backstage with tech.

"Okay guys I have big news." Ned announces, setting his clipboard down as the cast members gathered around him. "We have some pretty big guests in the audience. Kristin Chenoweth is here and so is the renowned surgeon Tony Stark."

Peter, who usually didn't nervous on show nights, felt panic rising. His Broadway idol and Tony freakin Stark were in the audience. The cast members around him started talking over each other until Ned blew a whistle he kept with him and they shut up.

"That means we have to put on the best show of our lives tonight. Her opinion could make or break everyone's career. We go on in five so get ready. Bring it in."

The cast all put their hands in a circle and sing half a scale before shouting "Showtime". Peter smooths his jacket and does his best to calm his heart. He had to put his best foot forward and he couldn't very well do that if he threw up from nerves.

As his stage time slowly crept closer, Peter started to feel better. He loved the rush of performing. He rolls his shoulders back and stepped out for his first number. As soon as his feet hit the stage, he was okay.

-----.-----

Tony was only half paying attention , his mind elsewhere. He didn't understand what the big deal about Baltimore was. Personally he hated the city. The people were rude and it smelt bad. He had almost dozed off when a cocky sounding man started to speak. He was talking-then singing- about some nice kids. Tony rolls his eyes. There was no such thing as 'nice kids'. Especially in high school. The song was slightly racist but that was the time period.

"R-r-r-roll call!"

Tony started to tick off on his fingers. Amber, bitch. Brad, try hard. Tammy, fake. Fender, stoner. Brenda, teen mom. Sketch, dequlient. Shelly, annoying. IQ, junkie. Lou Ann, church girl. Joey, car obsessed. Mickey, jock. Vicki, cheerleader. Becky, slut. Bix, debate team. Jess, band nerd. Darla, single mom. Pauly, cat lady. Noreen and Doreen, know it alls. Then a new voice joined the cast.

"-And I'm......Link." The dark haired boy smirks and fixes his tie.

The audience went crazy when "Link" winks. Tony sits forward, intrigued now. He had a cute innocent face but wore the sexy look well. Tony had to admit the actor was pretty attractive, He was a bit young but after hearing his voice it's no wonder he's on Broadway. Tony is mesmerized, no matter how weird a name Link was. What kind of mother names their kid Link? He opens his playbill and scans the list of cast members. His name was Peter Parker. Tony made a mental note to look him up later.

Now that this boy caught his attention, Tony was actually paying attention to the musical. He'd deny it on his life if anyone asked, but he was actually enjoying himself. He felt a little more than he had in a while and it was nice. If he had to choose a favorite song from the musical, it would have to be 'It Takes Two' because of this Peter's beautiful voice or 'I Know Where I've Been' because it reminded him of his own life.

When the musical ended, Tony stands and stretches, carefully cradling the roses he bought during intermission. Pepper had told him she was dragging him to the cast party. He rolls his eyes playfully and follows.

"You liked it!" Pepper grins.

"I don't know what you mean." Tony banters playfully.

"You liked it. You don't smile for just anything, I know you. You liked the musical." She smirks. "Or was it the actor? Peter Parker?"

"You know me. You tell me." Tony laughs, following her outside.

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Peter grins as he bows, feeling a rush of pride at an amazing performance. He was breathing hard and his face was pink with excitement. He follows the line of cast members off stage to change. He exchanges the blue suit for his own tux, running his hand over the fabric. He would miss this cast and show. It had been his favorite so far. The crew were amazing and super nice. They all got along instantly.

"Hurry up Peter! We gotta go!" One of the company member, Elimie calls.

"Coming coming!" Peter fixes his tie and joins her. The cast broke off into groups and ducked into the waiting limos.

The cast party was held at the Prince George Ballroom. Peter had only seen it once. It was beautiful. Once they got there, Peter gets out and is immediately swarmed by reporters. He takes a breath and laughs under his breath.He didn't mind the press but sometimes it was rather annoying. He answers the questions with a smile.

"Mr. Parker!" One reporter calls. "What is your next show going to be?"

Peter thinks for a moment. "Well I've always wanted to be in Something Rotten. I think I'll audition for that next." With that, he ducks inside. He makes his way to the bar and orders a champagne. He thanks the bartender and looks around before walking around to mingle. He sees the director beckon him over and Peter obeys. It wasn't until he got over there that he realized just who his director was talking to.

"Hi sweetheart. Peter right?"

Peter was speechless Kristin freaking Chenoweth knew his name and was talking to him. He stood with his mouth slightly open before snapping it shut.

"Y-yeah. Sorry. Yes I'm Peter." He gives a shaky smile. "I'm sorry. But I just have to say, you have been a huge inspiration for me. The first musical I ever saw was Wicked and I loved you in Glee and Strange Magic was amazing.." Peter realized he was babbling and he trails off with a sheepish smile. "Sorry. It's just my dream to be like you."

Kristin smiles softly. "Well it's my pleasure. I'm proud to inspire young talent. Keep going, you're gonna be amazing doll."

Peter blushes lightly. If he was dreaming he never wanted to wake up.

"Oh. It looks like someone else wants your attention." Kristin says with a smile.

Peter turns and nearly fainted. Tony Stark stood there, with a patient smile on his face.

"I'll leave you to it." She pats his shoulder and walks away.

"H-hi." Peter stammers.

Tony couldn't help but smile. He was adorable when he was embarrassed.

"These are for you." He offers the flowers.

Peter looked up with surprise in his already large eyes.

"W-why?"

Tony almost laughs. "Because you did a good job? I find it hard to believe you don't compliments. Especially after a show like that?"

Peter flushed deeper. "O-oh of course. Thank you." He accepts the flowers.

"So how does it feel knowing you took my Broadway virginity?" Tony smirks.

Peter's mouth dropped open as he tried to answer and Pepper comes up and smacks his arm.

"Tony what did you do to him?"

"I only said that he took my Broadway virginity." Tony says with an innocent look. Pepper rolls her eyes.

"Tony!"

"What?"

"You can't just say things like that!"

"It's okay Miss." Peter speaks up. "I've heard weirder."

Tony smiles. "See, it wasn't that weird." He turns back to Peter.

"Can I have your autograph?"

"I feel like I should be asking you that." Tony laughs. "How about we trade?" He suggests, handing over his playbill.

Tony watches as Peter signs the playbill and finds a clean napkin and scribbles down his name and phone number before handing it over. Peter looks at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Use it and let me find out if you taste as good as you sound." Tony winks before his pager went off. He looks down and swears softly. "I have to go but I mean it. Call me." He winks and takes off.

#starker #tony stark #peter parker

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hysterialevi · 7 years

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cobblebats fanfic pt. 19

From Bruce’s POV

I bolted back home as quickly as I could, afraid for Oz’s safety now that Zsasz was on the loose. I had no doubts that Oz could handle himself, but just the idea of leaving him alone turned me into a nervous wreck. At least with other criminals, I knew what they wanted. With Zsasz though, death was a mercy in his eyes. It was a gift. And judging by his history with Oz, there was no way he’d allow him to have that sort of escape. He wouldn’t kill him. So, the question was: what would he do?

I jogged into the manor and shoved the doors open, screeching to a halt when I was suddenly greeted by a gun barrel to the face.

“I SAID FUCK OFF--” Oz shouted before pausing mid-sentence when he realized it was me. “Oh, shit--sorry, Bruce,” he lowered his pistol. “I thought you were someone else.”

“Who did you think I was?” I asked, walking inside. Oz holstered his gun and paced alongside me, his wide eyes darting all over the manor as if he were looking for something.

“Dunno if you’ve heard, but Arkham Asylum just lost a shit load of its patients thanks to Vicki, and even though the GCPD brought some of ‘em back, there’s still plenty on the streets--including a nutter called Zsasz. He and I have some bad history together, and he’s already sent two men to retrieve me. It’s only a matter of time before he shows up here himself.”

“How does he even know you’re here? With me?”

Oz shrugged. “No clue. But he’s wasted no time in terrorizing Gotham. I think he’s already killed at least one person.”

I sighed. “Christ. You said he sent men after you. Where are they now?”

He seemed hesitant to tell me. “I...shot ‘em. Had no choice. But they did mention that Zsasz was waiting for me at City Hall. Apparently, he’s got hostages, and he’s gonna kill ‘em if I don’t show up.”

“Shit.”

Oz tilted his head in uncertainty. “What do you think we should do?”

I glanced over at the TV, listening to the reporters babble on about what was happening at Arkham and the whole incident involving Zsasz. My brain lit up with a plan.

“I have an idea.” I announced, Oz quirking an eyebrow.

“What d’you have in mind?”

“We can distract him with Penguin--give him the audience he wants, and maybe buy some time for the hostages. While you’re keeping him busy, I’ll be taking his men down in the background, and when the time is right, we can attack Zsasz from both sides.”

Oz grinned, patting me on the shoulder. “Look at you, being smart. That actually don’t sound like a terrible idea, and it ain’t like I’ve got any better plans.” He put his hands on his hips.

“All right. Let’s do this. I’m ready when you are.”

Oz left to put on his Penguin disguise, but before he could walk away, I gently grabbed his hand. He turned around, giving me a puzzled look.

“Bruce?”

I tightened my hold. “Just...be careful. Okay?”

He smiled and pulled me closer, pecking a quick kiss on my lips.

“Of course. Zsasz won’t know what hit him--not with us working together.”

CITY HALL

Exiting the Batmobile in unison, Oz and I approached the entrance to City Hall which had been barricaded by flashing police cars and officers, Gordon standing in the middle of it all. Rain was showering down on Gotham at the moment, and my footsteps pattered on the wet ground as tiny droplets coated the circular lenses on Oz’s mask.

Gordon brought his attention to us at the sound of the Batmobile’s engine as it drove away from the scene, the lieutenant hurrying up to me.

“Batman!” He exclaimed with slight relief. “You showed up just in time. Zsasz is--” the minute Oz came into view, Gordon’s words cut off and he instantly reached for his gun, preparing to shoot him. I stepped in between them, extending an arm in front of Gordon out of peace.

“Wait, he’s here to help.”

The lieutenant was still cautious. “Penguin!? Here to help? Don’t be ridiculous. I trust you, Batman, but in case you forgot, this dirtbag used to be Lady Arkham’s right-hand man. Not to mention everything else he’s done.”

“Penguin’s the one who Zsasz wants to see,” I reminded him. “Anyone else tries to get near him--they’re dead. And I doubt you want to lose more of your men--or even some innocents.”

“Well, of course not, but--” Gordon sputtered, “this is Penguin we’re talking about. You know, the man who murdered Hill?”

Oz crossed his arms. “Please, I did Gotham a favor. And don’t even pretend like you miss that old f--”

“--what he means,” I jumped in, “is we can argue about this later. Right now, Zsasz is our main concern, and Penguin’s our best chance at getting those hostages out alive. This discussion can wait.”

Gordon narrowed his eyes in skepticism. He relaxed a little. “...you’re right. You’re right. But try anything funny,” he pointed at Oz, “and you’ll be shipped off to Blackgate before you can blink.”

“Heh, I’d like to see you try.”

I nudged Oz in a warning manner and motioned for him to follow me, hastily dragging him away from the lieutenant before the situation could get more heated.

“Whatever happened to ‘being careful.” I asked in a flat tone, annoyed.

Oz straightened his suit, chuckling. “Sorry, love, but he just gets on my nerves. I couldn’t resist teasin’ him a bit. But I promise I won’t shove that stick up his arse any further.”

We reached the doors to City Hall, Zsasz’s chilling voice seeping through the wooden material as we got closer and closer.

“Well, here we are,” Oz prepared his gun. “You ready?”

“Ready.” I confirmed.

He took a deep breath, getting ready to step inside. “Then let’s show Zsasz what it means to fuck with us.”

#cobblebats #batman #telltale #bruce wayne #oswald cobblepot #fanfic #story

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Behind the Screens Ch 3 - Sixth Scene

(Cam. Airl- Written Draft 2)

“Stop.” Detective Lisbeth Padillia said to Beverly.

The holo-room recording paused at Jordan standing in the doorway to the utility room where one of the slashed bodies was found.

“Who is he Beverly? Any connection to the other locations?” Lisbeth asked her A.I. companion.

“His name is Jordan Atwood. A worker for the city’s garbage collection force. He is the collector for one of their trucks. The trucks plate number is EBX791.” The A.I. responded.

“Fine but any connections to the other killings?”

“Pulling truck info. Analysing.”

A small 3-D map of the city popped up in front of Lisbeth. On it all six of the apartment blocks hit by the killer were highlighted yellow. As the A.I. analysed the data it drew the truck’s collection path on the map using a green line.

“The route would only allow for access to two of the killing sites.” The A.I. responded. The map in front of Lisbeth clearly representing this.

“Are you sure this is right?” Lisbeth asked.

“This is the only route Jordan Atwood has been on during his two years as a garbage collector.”

“That means he’s innocent.” Lisbeth muttered under her breath. “Is this building the same as the others?”

The A.I. returned the screen and drew Lisbeth’s attention to the body Jordan had discovered.

“Once again the victims have been violently attacked. Most of them had slash marks all over their bodies, and the rest had their heads ripped off. Blood was found in mass near these victims. No signs of the missing heads. I.D. on all these victims were once again obtained through D.N.A. sampling of the corpses.”

Lisbeth took a deep breath.

“The slashed victims once again look like they were attacked by some type of claw. A few of these victims seemed to have been fleeing when they were knocked to the ground by whatever was chasing them. Once down the victim received several slashes on the body with the full intent of killing. These victims died either from extreme blood loss or the slashes hitting a vital organ. The slash marks however don’t match any known animal. No known weapon could have made the marks either. Chance of a custom build weapon is high”

The whole time it was explaining this, it showed Lisbeth these in great detail. The victims, their wounds, and even a model of what the attacking claw might look like. All Lisbeth did was stare blankly at these, hoping for something different.

“Any signs of forced entry?” Lisbeth asked.

“None.” Said the A.I.

“Loose screws or something in the ventilation systems.”

“Ventilation system is clean.”

“Signs of self-defence? Maybe the victim taking something from the attacker as they fell?”

“There were multiple signs of victims defending themselves around the building. However outside of telling us the victims tried to defend themselves, it tells us nothing.”

“Any noticeable reason why the residents couldn’t open the front door.”

“No.”

Lisbeth tilted her head forwards and sighed.

“Thanks Beverly. Turn off.” She said. The A.I responded by retracting to its circular tablet which Lisbeth proceeded to pick up. Like most detectives she had given her A.I. a name rather than keeping it as it’s serial number. Lisbeth decided to call hers Beverly because the voice it was emitting, sounded like a Beverly to her.

Lisbeth left the viewing room and out into the hustle of the station.

“Lisbeth!” A voice shouted. “Lisbeth! Boss’s coming in, and there’s a group of reporters swarming her car.”

“Thanks for the heads George.” Lisbeth said back to him before working her way toward the office window that overlooked the main entrance. George was a close friend of Lisbeth’s on the force. He had even mentored her for a while. Now he was getting to an age where people starting to take bets on when he would retire.

Lisbeth looked out the window at the front of the building, and sure enough there was a crowd of reporters all patiently waiting to hopefully get into the building, so they could ask questions about this latest killing. The boss’s car was slowly trying to work its way through the crowd. When the vehicle did stop the cameras immediately started flashing and Lisbeth could tell they were all shouting questions at once. The chief had to keep her head down to avoid the flash of the cameras.

Once the boss was inside though the crowd stopped and the officers out there had to push them away from the doors. Lisbeth saw some reporters go feral in an attempt to break the line.

“I take it that crowds for me?” Lisbeth asked Vicki Riller, the head of homicide, when she got out of the elevator. She gave Lisbeth a response nod.

“You and me need to talk now.” Vicki said.

Lisbeth kept her distance following Vicki through the crowd and into that sound proof box that was the boss’s office. Vicki was a dark-skinned woman who commanded authority wherever she went, and nowhere was this more apparent than in her office.

Once they were both inside the office Lisbeth shut the door behind her. Vicki pressed a button that caused the outside window to tint itself. She then proceeded to sit down in her chair whilst Lisbeth sat in one of the chairs opposite the desk.

Vicki then wasted no time getting this mornings paper out of her briefcase.

“ ‘POLICE CONSPIRE TO HIDE APARTMENT KILLERS IDENTITY’ CLAIMS SOURCE” the front-page title read.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” Lisbeth said.

“Yesterday, some blogger wrote an article claiming this. Several reporters went to meet him and thus here we are.” Vicki said.

“What proof did he have?”

“None. We sent an undercover officer to the address, and they said the writer was a paranoid conspiracy nut. He spent the whole time babbling about how we’re not doing our job by catching this guy. To his twisted mind, that is proof that we are using the killer for our own good.”

“We know nothing. Did our guy try telling him that?”

Vicki nodded.

“We have no evidence,” Lisbeth continued “, just a lot of dead bodies. Which by the way, we still have nothing after this latest attack.”

“Damn It.”

“Nothing is different. This crime scene is exactly the same. It’s like the killer was never there.”

“So, we’re dealing with an ice monster who melts after every scene.” Vicki joked.

“Would explain how they keep disappearing every time, but if it was an ice monster then Beverly would have detected water or at the very least a concentration of vapor.” Lisbeth let out another deep breath.

Both of them slumped down in their chairs.

“Anything else I should know?” Lisbeth asked.

“The mayor is pissed, because the nutters’ rumours have implemented him in the killings as well. Something about population control.”

“Do you think we should talk to the press?”

“And say what?”

“Half of the Truth. Say something that is true, shuts the nutter up, hopefully derails these rumours, and gets the press off our arses for five minutes.”

“How and what would you say?”

“If you tell me what these rumours are exactly I can look through my notes and find information that will tell the people we are still investigating this, but not give away sensitive material. Granted the conspiracy nuts won’t shut up, but it might stop people listening to them.”

“I’ll have to think about it. You’re dismissed.” Vicki said. Lisbeth showed herself to the door.

Lisbeth sat down at her desk with her mind full of thoughts. Six apartment blocks and still nothing. She knew that looked extremely bad for both her, and the department. When the next apartment block, number seven, is hit there would probably be an even greater panic from both the public, and the press.

She let out a yawn. She gazed at the clock. Three hours till she could clock out, and go home. She needed her sleep, but the paranoia of not knowing when and where the next killing will take place was keeping her awake at night.

#horror #chapter 3

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zalrb · 7 years

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Damon is so trifling {1x02 Review}

Hi all! Welcome to the second review of TVD season 1. Considering that I haven’t like sat down to watch a full episode of the past seasons of TVD in a few years and my memory might not be the greatest I think I will start with my usual disclaimer: I will write my thoughts in real time so if I make a mistake at the beginning of this post, it will be corrected by the end. There will be anti-Damon and anti-Delena sentiments (I’m only mentioning these two because it’s the beginning of the series), I will probably bring up other shows and call attention to misogynoir, racism, anti-blackness etc. Ready? Let’s go.

1. OMG Help I’m Alive is playing in the opening scene. It takes me back.

2. I forgot that we actually get to see randoms in the opening scenes before, you know, Damon kills them.

3. Actually very cinematic openings. WOW. Totally forgot.

4. Elena’s face at remembering the all-night conversation she had with Stefan is just so affected, like that conversation changed her entire life.

5. “Do I look adult?” Jenna, WHO is the guardian?

6. “Something about a woodshop to finish a bird house ... There is no woodshop is there?” Jenna, your nephew is a fucking drug dealer, how do you not know there is no woodshop? How uninvolved ARE you?

7. Elena smiling being caught by Tanner for staring at Stefan is SO cute.

8. I don’t know how people keep maintaining that SE had no buildup, they’re talking about Charlotte Bronte right now. You know, sharing interests?

9. Stefan you are so OBVIOUS, does your head have to go upward when you hear “vampire’? Play it cool.

10. “Six classes, that’s hard to do...” Jenna, it is not hard to skip six classes.

11. Tanner may be a dick but him questioning Jenna’s parenting abilities is giving me life because girl, what the fuck are you doing?

12. Stefan’s jeans are better, thank God.

13. Isn’t there a panic button in the room? Why would Matt have to go outside for the nurse? So Stefan can go in. Lol, details.

14. LOL Bonnie’s scandalized expression at Caroline’s “Just jump his bones already!” is everything.

15. Jeremy legit just walked out of the room, no respect for Jenna whatsoever.

16. Not gonna lie, Matt looks good in that shirt in the hospital with Vicki. He had potential.

17. The girl who plays Vicki is not a convincing actress.

18. Jeremy looks so young.

19. Lol, Elena, Stefan, guys, PHONES EXIST. Dorks.

20. Seriously, all Damon does is terrorize Elena. Also how do vampires get doors to close without humans hearing them?

21. DAMON’S HAIR IS RIDICULOUS. It looks like a goddamn bird’s nest.

22. And Ian looks really old compared to Nina.

23. Those stupid fucking eyebrows. I want to punch him, man.

24. “I know I should’ve called, I just...” at least they mention phones lmao.

25. Ian’s eyes are not expressive, he just waggles his eyebrows a lot.

26. Paul actually managed to make Stefan look like a rock solid statue when he was glaring at Ian, like he is seriously underrated as an actor.

27. Jeremy, just because you have a hood doesn’t mean you were invisible.

28. “Quit skipping class or you’re grounded.” No, Jenna, he gets grounded FOR skipping class. Girl, bye.

29. Really though, Damon legit fucked up Vicki’s life.

30. We actually see random people in MF, like there are OTHER people in the town.

31. Elena’s outfit is on point.

32. “I get around” is playing back, lmao I made a multivid to this song. HAHAHA.

33. “Is she worth it, uncle Stefan? This girl you came back for?” Seriously, this is important. Stefan’s life has become way more chaotic because he has to know Elena, he’s risking a lot so he can get to know her and it’s the second episode, the Us Against The World, Profound Love is BUILT INTO the narrative.

34. Oh yes, give Vicki some pills in the Grill and Vicki take them there too like y’all aren’t in public.

35. It seriously is a big deal that Jeremy is a dealer and the show is treating it like it’s just a phase, no it’s juvie, at the very least probation!

36. I like the SE candle meeting for a few reasons. Firstly, I find it very poetic and beautiful, the joining of two flames only to realize you’re connecting to your soulmate. Secondly, Ninas fucking eyes, man, the way they shine? The way her mouth parts? And Paul’s eyes, that smile on his face... This is legit chemistry.

37. I always think I can eat and watch something but I always get distracted and this bulgogi and rice is liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.

38. I think a really underrated scene is when Stefan tells Elena that the comet has been travelling all alone and Elena responds, “Yeah, Bonnie says it’s a harbinger of evil” and then has this look on her face like omg, WHY would you SAY that to him? Totally stupid thing to say! Cause we all have those moments where you say something awkward to the person you’re vibing on and you’re like ... So I’ll just go die in a corner somewhere.

39. I also really like that when Elena says, “You seem to spend a lot of time apologizing” Stefan doesn’t deny it, he’s just like “I have a lot to apologize for”, I mean he’s honest about his faults.

40. And the show actually did a good job with this scene showing how Elena is building walls around Stefan, she refuses to look at him, she keeps talking about getting hurt, she’s being forcefully guarded and then later on she decides she can’t do that forever and that she has something really special with Stefan even if it’s new. I never got that sense with DE especially since there was no grey area there, with Stefan, there IS a grey area like, you can decide to be without him and be away from the complexity of his existence and be unhappy or you can be with him, be in love but deal with chaotic circumstances, pick one, with DE it’s just like so be with the man who terrorized you friends and family or don’t be with the man who terrorized your friends and family.

41. I actually finished my beef and rice at the same time and I am HAPPY because usually they don’t give you enough bulgogi or they don’t give you enough rice.

42. Elena was looking for you to tell her “um that’s a bullshit excuse” though, Stefan.

43. Damon’s. Hair. Is. Ridiculous.

44. Elena stop “threatening” Jeremy with therapy and send his ass to therapy.

45. LOL Stefan is actually REALLY intimidating because he just STARES and he’s all chiselled and intense-eyed. Matt is there babbling about looking out for Elena and Stefan’s just STARING and Matt’s like ... ... ...

46. Like how many times is Damon going to fucking terrorize Vicki?

47. OK so I get that Stefan’s compulsion on Vicki was weak because he didn’t feed from a human so does that mean when Damon tells her to think really hard, she broke the compulsion and then Damon can re-compel her to think Stefan bit her? Because in 1x17 Damon says he can’t compel an already compelled person to let him into the house. So.

48. Damon is fucking ridiculous and trifling.

49. He isn’t even funny or charming, he’s just ANNOYING and unnecessarily homicidal.

50. Jenna, having a freakout about parenting your teen niece and nephew to your teen niece is ridiculous, like how are you asking your teen niece to walk you through parenting her? LIKE OMG.

51. I don’t even get what Jeremy sees in Vicki though.

52. Yeah, not a fan of Caroline’s yellow dress and black boots. Glad her wardrobe got better in season 2.

53. Seriously, the way Elena looks at Stefan.

54. And Stefan looks at Elena with such intense focus, I would be so tongue-tied.

55. Damon biting Caroline, being trifling af again.

1x02 is very suspenseful in the sense that you have Vicki freaking out because Damon fucked her up, Matt following Stefan through the hospital, a lot of false scares, lots of shadows, the narrative is still a little weak though, it’s why when I did used to watch TVD again, I would start from when Elena knows Stefan is a vampire because that’s when he show really picks up. On to 1x03.

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Let me share this whole new world with you (Chapter 4/6)

Title: Let me share this whole new world with you

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen

Rating: Gen/PG

Word Count: 7626

Tags: Oliver Verstappen-Ricciardo, Original Child Character, 5+1

Summary: Daniel retires

Read chapter 4 or Read from the start

4) Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates 2025 (Oliver is 4)

The Abu Dhabi paddock is the same as it’s always been, the beige walls of the accommodations, the Yas Viceroy hotel looming over the track, the team members eagerly looking forward to the winter break, to finally getting to spend proper time with their families, yet it all feels different to him this year. It all feels different because this will be the last ever race he’ll share with Dan, the last time he’ll be able to fight his husband in an F1 car. It feels like this race has both come really quickly, yet it also seems like forever ago that Dan told him he wanted to stop racing after this season.

He can remember that moment so clearly still, both of them tucked up in bed after the Monaco grand prix. Their own bed a welcome reprieve from the hotel beds they’d shared so often. They’d finally managed to get Oli to settle down, the excitement from the race weekend keeping their then 3-year-old up way past his bedtime, but after two extra bedtime stories he’d finally started to nod off.

They’d had their usual squabble over Max pressing his cold feet against Daniel’s legs, his husband complaining about the fact he’d apparently married a snowman. But when they’d finally settled down Dan hadn’t even complained about the phone blocking his view from Max’s face, the other man too deep in thought as Max mindlessly scrolled through his social media, nudging his head back against where Dan was playing with his hair and letting out a huff when he stopped. It had gotten him to draw his eyes away from his phone though, his eyes adjusting to his darker surroundings after staring at the bright phone screen for so long, when they came back into focus he’d found Dan staring back at him, teeth nibbling at his bottom lip nervously.

“I think I wanna stop after this year,” he’d whispered, barely audible, his mouth compressing in a tight line almost afraid of the words he’d just spoken.

And Max oblivious as ever had asked him “Stop with what?”

“Racing… well Formula One.”

“Why?” Max had asked, his eyes flitting over Daniel’s face, hoping it would all just be a joke. He couldn’t imagine not having Daniel there with him in the paddock, not being able to see his bright smile on the other side of the press pen. He wasn’t ready for it to be over yet.

“You’re not that old, you can keep going,” he’d continued on.

“But I… I just don’t real-, I guess I just don’t really want to anymore. It’s not gonna get any better, I’ll still only be fighting for 7th, if I’m lucky,” he’d huffed, and he’d just seemed so tired of it all. The Renault car hadn’t made the improvements Dan had been promised way back when he’d joined them, hell they had probably gotten worse after all the changes in 2021. Where Max had been fighting for his second World Championship with Charles, Daniel had been fighting for a few measly points. We’re still adjusting to the changes they’d said, but in the years following nothing much had changed apart from their ever growing list of excuses.

He’d seen Daniel’s frustrations, seen the longing looks he couldn’t always hide in time whenever Max added yet another trophy to his prize cabinet. But whilst he could understand Dan’s decision there was this selfish part of him that wanted him to stay, to struggle on with a recalcitrant car and a floundering team, just so Max could have him there with him. To have someone to share it all with, the highs and the lows of this crazy world they lived in. But in the end he knew nothing he said would be able to stop Dan, he couldn’t back in 2018 and he couldn’t now seven years later, because whilst he may be known as the stubborn one in their relationship, once Daniel had made up his mind there was nothing that could break his resolve.

So here they were now, in the Abu Dhabi paddock finishing off a season like they had so often, but now there was something hanging over them. Not a dark cloud, because after Dan had announced his retirement he’d seen a different side of him. Someone more free, without the worries of next year’s car hanging over him. Someone who still fought for the best result possible, but someone who would take in every single moment and appreciate it for what it really was whilst doing so. Someone that appreciated the chance he’d gotten to drive one of the 20 fastest cars for the last 14 years, but was ready to hand over the batton to someone else. But it still felt off, neither of them knowing what this massive change in their future would bring. What it would do to them and their relationship, to their family.

He doesn’t have long to reminisce though, as someone from the team is already beckoning him over, telling him that Vicky got held up in traffic but that there will be a team meeting right after his media duties. As he’s filled in on the schedule for today, Daniel is whisked away towards the Renault accommodations getting his own briefing and all the while he’s got Oliver tugging on his sleeve trying to get his attention.

“Hold on honey, papa needs to listen to what Mike has to say, okay,” he said, ruffling Oli’s hair with a smile before he turned his attention back towards Mike. Turns out Lance was sick and he needed to fill his spot at the press conference.

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They seat him right next to Daniel, of course they do, hoping for that last bit of Maxiel banter. And dammit why is he getting emotional, he should be happy that at least one of them doesn’t have to suffer through these damn press conferences anymore. But then again whenever he got to share that desk with Daniel they never seemed so bad, even if it meant getting sprayed by water every now and then.

Most of the questions are for Dan, with a few directed at himself as well, but poor Antonio and Kevin only get one or two questions and even those are about Daniel. It was to be expected of course, especially with Abu Dhabi usually not being that interesting of a race weekend, the championship already decided in Charles’ favour back in Austin, but it doesn’t make him stop wishing for actual proper questions for once. He doesn’t mind answering questions when they’re about the racecraft, in depth questions about how he sets up the car over a weekend, the work they put in back at the factory, but he never gets asked those questions, they don’t get them the clicks like the overhyped rivalry between Charles and him does.

The thirty minutes of the press conference go by relatively quick, Daniel’s voice lulling him into a drowsy state, so much so that when Tom thanks them for their time he’s actually the last one to take off his mic and scramble away from the press centre.

Vicky is there waiting for them when they get out of the conference, clearly having made it out of the traffic, but as they get closer they can see the worried look on her face.

“Hey Vicky, what’s wrong?”

“Okay, don’t start panicking, Aurélie and some mechanics are already looking for him, but Oliver is missing.”

“What?!” They say in unison. And even though she told them not to panic, panic is already crawling up his chest, his eyes searching his surroundings for a glimpse of blond hair.

“Emily came to greet me and we looked away for 1 second and he’d already run off. We’ve already searched the Red Bull hospitality, but we can’t find him there. I called Aurélie immediately, figuring he may have gone to Renault, she’s searching there now.”

“Okay let’s go help them,” Daniel said next to him, having found his voice before Max who was still gripped by the panic inside of him. His son was gone. They’d told him to never run off on his own and he’d always listened to them, even during his worst tantrums he made sure to not stray away from them. And now, now he’d snuck off without anyone noticing? Oliver loved Emily, the girl always happy to look after him whenever both Max and Daniel had to be somewhere and they’d taken him along with them to the track.

He felt a hand grip his own, tugging on it lightly to get him to follow. He met Daniel’s gaze, whilst he may look calm enough to anyone else, Max could see the worry, the panic in his husband’s eyes.

They quickly made it to the Renault hospitality, finding Aurélie running through the halls of the little building, the woman starting to look more and more frantic as she didn’t catch a glimpse of Oliver anywhere.

“I can’t find him anywhere Dan, I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey, it’s not your fault, he can be a slippery little one, I’m always looking for him around the house,” Daniel tried to reassure her. It was true, Oliver had a knack of finding the most random places around the house to hide in, leaving them to look for him for ages until he finally decided to pop his head back out again. They’d once found him hidden at the back of the attic storage cabinet at his mother’s house, happily playing with his toys in his little hideaway.

Not having found him inside the Renault hospitality they made their way back out again, heading towards the only other place where they would expect Oliver to maybe run off to, the garages. They’re halfway there when they both breathe out a sigh of relief, because across the paddock they could see Hugo, Daniel’s number one mechanic, walking up to them, Oliver securely held in his strong arms. The little boy was babbling away to the broad mechanic, Hugo nodding along at his words when suddenly Oliver’s eyes caught them.

“Daddy, Papa!” He shouted out at them, already reaching out for them and trying to wiggle his way out of Hugo’s grip, but the man held on to him easily not wanting the boy to run off once more.

“Found him wandering into the garage, apparently he’d been playing with some of your helmets for a while but he’d gotten bored all on his own.”

“Oliver, oh honey you’re here, we were so worried,” Max said, holding his arms out to take Oli from Hugo and hugging him close, the little boy confused at his father’s antics.

“Oli sweetie, you can’t just run off on your own.” Daniel wrapped his arms around both Max and Oliver, trying to look at their son sternly, but they were both just so relieved to have found him again they couldn’t really stay upset with him for long.

“Was just playing at R’no, won’t be ’llowed anymore next year.”

“Oh baby, why wouldn’t you be allowed anymore?”

“Cuz you’re not racing anymore.”

“You will always be allowed to play at Renault Oli, right Hugo?”

“Of course buddy, you’ll always be part of the fam just like your daddy,” the mechanic smiled, ruffling Oliver’s blond locks playfully.

Max could see Daniel’s smile start to waver, the fact that this really was his last weekend as a Formula One racer really starting to sink in now. No amount of questions from the press could stop the trademark smile from disappearing from his husband’s face, but just hearing their son talk about next year like that, so innocently. To hear one of the closest members of his team say that he would always be part of their family, it finally started to crack the mask he’d so carefully put on these last few days, weeks.

It would be different, so completely different to what they’d gotten used to over these last couple of years. Their whole dynamic would change. Daniel would all of a sudden be a stay-at-home dad, or at least until he’d started to get the craving for fast cars again and decided to try his luck in some other racing series. He’d already mentioned Le Mans in passing, maybe rally car racing. He’d surely find his way back to the sound of roaring engines, to the speed of a car controlled by his crafty hands, but for now he’d stay at home with Oliver. With Oli and maybe his little brother or sister, they’d both whispered their wish of another child, sometime late at night with only the darkness around them to hear their words, the wish for another little baby in their life, to complete their family.

#my fic #let me share this whole new world with you #lmsthnwwy chapter 4

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badlydrawnstuff · 7 years

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fran punches a feel

Sheepy: *"...What have I done to deserve this?" he would have wondered if his assailant hadn't reminded him of what he was: Murderer. Thief. Monster. He stole the happiness from those families. He stole the futures from those children. He deserved to die a painful death... he found this thought comforting, oddly. A member of the vampire kind finally got revenge. Staring at his bloodied sweater, despite knowing he was to die soon, Fran couldn't help but to smile. He felt... free. Cleansed. The pain will all be over soon, he thought - man's life is short, born to die and be forgotten. And that's what he'll be: forgotten.*

Arsé-kun: *It was not long until Saint Germain found the poor alchemist lying in the dirt. His eyes wide with shock, he rushed to the side of his fallen friend. He dug and dug through his pockets, and came out with nothing of use. He frowned.* Arsé-kun: Germain: .... Do you wish to survive, Victor? Sheepy: Fran:.....no. Arsé-kun: Germain: ... What? Sheepy: Fran: *he gives Germain a sad, pained smile* I'm free... Arsé-kun: Germain: From what, exactly..? I don't understand what you're babbling about. Sheepy: Fran: My sins... Arsé-kun: Germain: You idiot. You can't be free from them unless you actively do so! Sheepy: Fran: The monster... has been slain... *for someone who's bleeding out, he seems happy.* Arsé-kun: Germain: ... Well, I suppose I tried.. Sheepy: Fran: Don't worry... Sheepy: Fran: I won't be missed... Arsé-kun: Germain: Tell that to everyone else. .. Tell that to Barbicane. Sheepy: Fran:....Impey has Lupin... They're closer than... he is to me. Arsé-kun: Germain: That's absurd. I've seen how you two look at each other. Sheepy: Fran: ... Sheepy: Fran: *he looks sad. and in a lot of pain.* Arsé-kun: Germain: I will ask you again. Do you wish to live? Sheepy: Fran: I want... Sheepy: Fran: Impey to forget about me. Arsé-kun: Germain: Such a cruel man you act like! You are fooling no one, Victor. Sheepy: Fran: I want him to be happy... Arsé-kun: Germain: He is happiest when he is with you! Have you never noticed?? Sheepy: Fran:... Sheepy: Fran: I don't deserve him. Arsé-kun: Germain: Nonsense. Sheepy: *Fran seems to be having problems focusing on Germain by now...* Arsé-kun: Germain: .... Are you all right..? Sheepy: Fran:.......dizzy.... Arsé-kun: Germain: Uh... Just, uh, try to hold on, okay? Sheepy: Fran:...........okay.... Arsé-kun: *There's faint yelling in the distance!* Sheepy: Fran:....? Arsé-kun: *germain leans back to yell back, but what he says isn't very clear* Sheepy: Fran:.......*he squints. he's dizzy and faint...* Arsé-kun: *squinting does not make the sound clearer.* Sheepy: *he can't understand it nor focus on it. trying is making him tired.* Arsé-kun: *time to give up?* Sheepy: *Maybe he'll feel a little better if he closes his eyes... "Don't worry, Impey... You'll find better. You deserve better..." These words come to mind, but the pain and dizziness have gotten to be unbearable. Stay calm, Fran, it'll all be over soon. You've been saved from your sins.* Arsé-kun: *it's hard to keep track of time when ya dyin'! later!!* Sheepy: *What sweet dreams Fran had... the weight of his sins lifted from his soul. He smiled. The msny dreams he had all had one central figure: Impey. Yes... Fran was happy to be free, to die.... but in his dying breaths he stole Impey's loved one away... so he thought. ...He opened his eyes. Ah, what a nightmare. He was alive. His chest hurt. Why? This was his release! Why was he denied the one thing he wished for?! "I hate you! I hate you, Saint-Germain!" His mind screamed. He lay there. wordlessly, staring blankly at the ceiling. His eyes stung with tears. "Let me die!" His thoughts rang out once more. But no one responded. That's right, Fran reassured himself: No one cares about me, so what worth is my thoughts?* Arsé-kun: *While Fran wondered if he was still able to die, here, alone, he heard another distant yell. This one was not the same as the earlier yell- Or was it? Fran couldn't tell. He was so tired... He nearly drifted off, again, until the door slammed open.* Arsé-kun: *It was Impey, who was at his side in an instant, a fearful expression on his face. His hand carefully grasped Fran's own- Far more carefully than Impey had ever done before. "You're not leaving us, are you?"* Sheepy: Fran:...Why? Arsé-kun: Impey: ... I don't want you to go..! Sheepy: Fran: You won't miss me...don't worry... Arsé-kun: Impey: Yes, I would, and I AM worried! Sheepy: Fran:...Stop. Sheepy: Fran: You're making this so much harder than it needs to be.... Arsé-kun: Impey: Wh-what? Do you want to die, Fran? Sheepy: Fran: Yes... Arsé-kun: Impey: *he looks shocked, and he does not recover quickly* Sheepy: Fran: He reminded me... Sheepy: Fran: I am a monster, a murderer. Sheepy: Fran: And he gave me mercy... Arsé-kun: Impey: Who said that?! They're a liar!! *he slams a fist down on the nearby table. It cracks on impact. Ouch.* Sheepy: Fran: To be killed by a vampire... it's the most merciful thing life has to offer me... and he saved me... Arsé-kun: Impey: And this vampire doesn't want you to go! *he's starting to cry, and he's trying so, SO hard not to.* Sheepy: Fran:....I... Sheepy: Fran: I'm sorry. Sheepy: Fran: It hurts...so much... I look at you and Delly... Arsé-kun: Impey: *he sniffs, and wipes his face on his sleeve. His hand is bleeding a little from that table slam* Is it me? I can.. I can go... Sheepy: Fran: *he seems focused on the fact that Impey's hand is bleeding* Sheepy: Fran: All I do is hurt you. Sheepy: Fran: I killed your loved ones, Impey. Arsé-kun: Impey: *he shakes his head* You did not!! I've said this before! Does what I say not matter? Sheepy: Fran: Without me... if I hadn't been born...your loved ones would still be alive... Sheepy: Fran: So it's better to slay the monster late than not at all. Sheepy: Fran: Before I hurt more people. Arsé-kun: Impey: ..... I get it. Nothing's going to stop you.. I'll see you later, then, Vicky. *he leans over Fran and kisses him, before withdrawing and slowly leaving* I'll just be alone again.. At least one of us is happy. Sheepy: Fran:...I...don't want you to be sad... Sheepy: Fran: I don't want you to be alone... Arsé-kun: Impey: ... *he turns back to look at Fran* I'd rather you be happy. *and he goes* Sheepy: Fran: I... Sheepy: Fran: I regret meeting you. You'd be happier without me. My life would be empty without you... but I bring you unnecessary pain. I wish I'd never met you. Arsé-kun: Impey: *he's in the hall, but he still heard that.* I've got only one regret, and that's not being with you long enough..! Sheepy: Fran: Why do you care so much about a murderer? Arsé-kun: Impey: Because I love you! *not shown- impey, facing the wall. he's sobbing, and theres at least two cracks in the wall* Sheepy: Fran: I don't deserve you! Sheepy: Fran: I don't deserve happiness after what I've done! Arsé-kun: *Impey doesn't respond. He's slid down to the floor, and he's sobbing harder* Sheepy: Fran: I don't want to make you cry... Arsé-kun: *TOO LATE* Sheepy: Fran: Ugh... my chest hurts... Why... Why am I so scared? Sheepy: Fran: Impey? Can you promise me something? Arsé-kun: Impey: Wh-what? Sheepy: Fran: Can you promise to forget about me and live a happy life with a nice partner? To make your own family... one I can't destroy? Arsé-kun: Impey: N-no! I refuse! Sheepy: Fran: All I want is for you to be happy... Arsé-kun: Impey: And so do I! That's why I'm going to leave you alone- So you can die in peace! Sheepy: Fran: I... Sheepy: Fran: I'm really scared... Sheepy: Fran: My chest hurts so much... it's unbearable... Arsé-kun: Germain: The word you may be looking for is heartbreak. *where did he come from??? not the door!* Sheepy: Fran: Germain... do you hate me? Sheepy: Fran:...I hate you. Arsé-kun: Germain: Please. Hate me all you wish. I'm used to it. Sheepy: Fran: You're cruel. Arsé-kun: Germain: Thank you. I'm not so cruel as to have allowed him in, though. ... It felt like getting hit by a car. Sheepy: Fran: I... don't know what I want anymore... Sheepy: Fran: I'm so tired and scared... Sheepy: Fran: What do I do...? Arsé-kun: Germain: Then take time to think about what you want. If you truly do want to die, I suppose I will have to assist you. Sheepy: Fran: I... Sheepy: Fran: You will? Sheepy: Fran: Thank you.... Arsé-kun: Germain: It'll make the others hate me, but yes. It won't be anything new for me. Sheepy: Fran: No... the others won't hate you. Sheepy: Fran: I'm sleepy... I'm confused... But I'm scared of sleeping... Arsé-kun: Germain: If you don't wish to die, you won't be allowed to. Sheepy: Fran: I don't... Sheepy: Fran: I can't die. Arsé-kun: Germain: That's what I like to hear. Go ahead and rest, Fran. I'll fetch the healer. Sheepy: Fran: Impey will be alone if I die... Arsé-kun: Germain: Is that what he said? I shall tell him that you will be staying with us. Sheepy: Fran: Thank you... Arsé-kun: Germain: Quite welcome. *he clicks the light off, and goes out the door* Sheepy: *Fran takes a nap!* Arsé-kun: *and thankfully, Fran wakes up again!* Sheepy: *He's happy about this. He looks around* Arsé-kun: *He hasn't been moved elsewhere. Van and Arséne are both present, but focused on a game of chess. Van looks frustrated. Arséne looks smug. Sheepy is probably a room over, wanting to take a nap. Who cares* Sheepy: Fran: *he watches quietly.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: Checkma-*the board is flung into his face* Sheepy: Fran: Are you okay...? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Eh?? How long have you been watching..? Sheepy: Fran: Not long. Arsé-kun: Arséne: And yes, I'm fine. You know how Van's a sore loser- *a rook is chucked at his head. point proven. he smirks* Sheepy: Fran: Not really... Arsé-kun: Arséne: Now you do. Sheepy: Fran: I'm sorry... I got stabbed a bunch... Arsé-kun: Van: Don't apologize for that. Who did it? I'll make modern art with their head. Sheepy: Fran: A vampire. Arsé-kun: Van: .. Still gonna do it. Sheepy: Fran: I feel safer with you around. Arsé-kun: Van: Are you sure you don't want a revolver of your own? Sheepy: Fran: I don't know how to use them. Sheepy: Fran: Please teach me later... Arsé-kun: Van: Sure thing. Sheepy: Fran: Thank you... sorry for inconveniencing you. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Gladly accepted, mon amie. Sheepy: Fran: Is Impey okay? He hurt his hand. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I don't have the slightest idea. I haven't seen him since yesterday. Sheepy: Fran: Germain was going to talk to him... Sheepy: Fran: Thank you for staying with me. Arsé-kun: Delly: *both van and arsene are interrupted* You're alive! I don't need to punch your corpse! Sheepy: Fran: You wanted to punch my corpse? Arsé-kun: Delly: No, stupid! Sheepy: Fran: I see... Sheepy: Fran: Delly... um... do you know any vampires who would hate me? Sheepy: Fran: I was attacked by one but my brain is such a mess right now that I can't remember much about the incident... Sheepy: Fran: Just that...during the attack, he talked to me. Sheepy: Fran: "It's all your fault I turned out this way...!" ...he then stabbed me. "You murderer! You did this to me!" ..and once again, he stabbed me. Sheepy: Fran: "You thief, you stole my family away!" ...and he stabbed me a third time... "You monster! Feel you no shame? Did you feel jealous that we had those who loved us and couldn't bear the thought of being the only one without anyone who loves them?! I'll make you feel the pain we felt! It's the only thing you deserve!" Sheepy: Fran: After that, he stabbed me and beat me for a bit until he lost interest and threw me away in the dirt. Arsé-kun: Delly: I didn't think there were any left..! I'll fucking fight him! ... Not for you, or anything! Sheepy: Fran: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Arsé-kun: *meanwhile in the background, finis trying to lockpick a lock. He's bad at it. Cardia breaks the door off. Thank you, Cardia. ok, carry on* Sheepy: Fran: ...W-wait, who taught you that word? Arsé-kun: Delly: Van did. Sheepy: Fran: Please don't use that word. It has very, very bad connotations. Arsé-kun: Delly: Oh, fiine. Sheepy: Fran: Thank you... Arsé-kun: Germain: *he strolls in. This is only noticed because he decided to trade his coat out for a brightly colored hoodie. Sanchan.* Sheepy: Cardia: Lupin! Lupin!! *SHE ARRIVES!! IN A RUSH!! and nearly slams into sanchan* Lupin! Impey's left! Arsé-kun: Arséne: What?! Sheepy: Cardia: I don't know! Impey's left! He left some note in his room and I don't think he's coming back! Arsé-kun: *there's a brief, awkward moment of silence as this is processed. Finis enters as all hell breaks loose. He's still holding the doorknob.* Sheepy: Fran: It's all my fault... Arsé-kun: Van: You knock that off! Sheepy: Fran: It is, though! Sheepy: Fran: I said some things I really shouldn't have... Arsé-kun: Germain: Slow down for a minute. Cardia, may we see it? Sheepy: *Cardia gives the letter to Germain* Arsé-kun: *he looks it over, and immediately passes it off so the others can read* Arsé-kun: *and eventually, it comes around to Fran!* Sheepy: *Fran reads the letter.* Arsé-kun: *It's closer to a mess than a letter. Either way, it's got darker spots on it, where ink ran a bit. What is legible says that he doesn't want to be the punchline anymore, and that he's got no reason to stay put. Why bother? He's already used to being alone.* Sheepy: *Fran clenches his fists. he's visibly upset by this.* Sheepy: Fran: I'm going to go look for him. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Not alone, you aren't! Sheepy: Fran: Please help me find him! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Of course! He's as much a part of this team as you are! Sheepy: Fran: Thank you! Arsé-kun: Van: We'd better go now. Who knows how far he went. Sheepy: Fran: Right! Sheepy: Herlock: Don't worry. He didn't take the van. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Great, I'll dri-- Arsé-kun: Van: Absolutely not! Sheepy: Herlock: The only one of you who could drive competently was Impey, huh? Arsé-kun: Arséne: I can drive just fine! Sheepy: Herlock: It'd be better to go by foot. Sheepy: Herlock: Bring Sisi with you, too. I'll be coming along to assist you. Arsé-kun: Finis: .... If I may? I believe I understand the idea of driving well enough to do so. Sheepy: Herlock: The thing is, by driving you lose many valuable clues. Sheepy: Herlock: Tell me this. How many of you know where he is? Sheepy: Herlock: How many of you have an idea as to where he is? Sheepy: Cardia: The moon? Arsé-kun: Germain: I think we'd know if that was accomplished. Sheepy: Herlock: The answer is that you don't know. Arsé-kun: Arséne: So you're saying we have to be Real Detectives? Sheepy: Herlock: Yes. Arsé-kun: Arséne: You'd better give a lesson in being a detective to the team, then! Sheepy: Herlock: First of all, don't be an idiot. Think you can handle that? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Apparently not. I was being serious about that. Sheepy: Herlock: Were you? Arsé-kun: Arséne: The more people able to search competently, the better. Sheepy: Herlock: It's not something I can teach. Sheepy: Herlock: I keep my eyes peeled for any fine details. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Fine. Sheepy: Herlock: I think for myself. I don't let others come to conclusions for me. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Got anything else edgy to say? Sheepy: Herlock: Edgy...hmm... Sheepy: Herlock: I see people as my playthings and am incapable of forming emotional bonds with them. Sheepy: Herlock: Is that edgy enough? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Sufficiently, but not at all true- Sheepy: Herlock: Anyway, since clearly you want to criticize me for my strategies and views as a detective, I will allow you, the superior detective, to lead the way. Sheepy: Fran: *he wants to go. he wants to go.* Arsé-kun: Delly: Then lets go, lets go! Sheepy: *they go!* Arsé-kun: *where do they go? and as a group? or split up?* Arsé-kun: *herlock/delly/sisi/fran/van and germain/hansel/finis/cardia/arsene!* Arsé-kun: Arséne: If the tracks stop there, is it possible he reached up and grabbed onto the branch? Sheepy: Cardia: He is good at climbing things! Sheepy: Cardia: Did he jump from tree to tree? Arsé-kun: Germain: Hansel, get on this. Sheepy: Hansel: *he focuses... and then starts lumbering off wordlessly further into the forested area!* Arsé-kun: Germain: I guess it doesn't matter. Come along, everyone- He's found a trail. Sheepy: *they all follow Hansel.* Arsé-kun: *Finis is starting to lag behind..* Sheepy: Cardia: Are you okay, Finis? Arsé-kun: Finis: Yes? I'm not exactly used to walking this much. Sheepy: Cardia: *she picks him up. Str.* Arsé-kun: Finis: oh Sheepy: Hansel: We'll be there soon. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Maybe we should call the other group.. Sheepy: Hansel: I don't care Sheepy: Hansel: We're here. ...As are your friends. Arsé-kun: Delly: Oh, wow! What took you guys so looong? Sheepy: Hansel: They're slow. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he gets ready to say something. sees what they're standing in front of. shuts up* Sheepy: Cardia: What's this? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Hell. Sheepy: Cardia: Huh? Sheepy: Cardia: You're scaring me, Lupin... Arsé-kun: Arséne: Am I? I'm sorry. I was just hoping this isn't where we'd be going.. Sheepy: Cardia: I don't know where this is. Arsé-kun: Arséne: You will. Sheepy: Cardia: Okay. Sheepy: Fran: I have to go to him. Arsé-kun: Van: And I guess we are. Sheepy: Hansel: I can lead you to him. Arsé-kun: Finis: Interesting... Go on ahead. Sheepy: *Hansel leads the way!* Arsé-kun: *portal noise* Arsé-kun: Arséne: This is what I meant by Hell, Cardia. Sheepy: Cardia:...H..here?? Sheepy: Cardia: Why...? Sheepy: Hansel: We're approaching. Sheepy: *Fran is sticking close to Van. Herlock is keeping a close eye on Delly.* Arsé-kun: Van: That's why. *he makes sure his shotgun is loaded. it is. it always is.* Sheepy: Hansel: Soon. Arsé-kun: Delly: Aren't we there yet?? Sheepy: Hansel: It's not too far away, but... Sheepy: Hansel:...It's nothing. Arsé-kun: Germain: Share. Sheepy: Hansel: The short route is blocked. Arsé-kun: Germain: By... You know what? Never mind. I don't want to know. Sheepy: Hansel: A dragon. Arsé-kun: Germain: long way it is! Sheepy: *they go the long way!* Arsé-kun: *it's boring. Delly complains. Arséne takes to the air at least three times. There is a severe lack of jokes* Sheepy: Cardia: It's no fun without Impey. Sheepy: *they get to Impey's place?* Sheepy: Hansel: We're here. Sheepy: Hansel: Go in. Arsé-kun: Germain: We will. Thank you, Hansel. Sheepy: Hansel: Okay. Arsé-kun: Germain: ... The phrase you are looking for is "You're welcome". Sheepy: Hansel: You're welcome. Sheepy: Fran: *he goes in!* Arsé-kun: *it smells like burning.* Sheepy: Fran: ?! Arsé-kun: *and the faint sound of a dragon? can they even fit indoors? that had better not be indoors* Sheepy: Fran: Do you hear that? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Absolutely not, I've gone deaf. Sheepy: Fran: This, um, isn't the time for jokes. Arsé-kun: Arséne: .. Okay, sorry. Sheepy: Fran: What is that? Arsé-kun: Finis: Not as loud as they usually are. I'd suspect it is of a smaller variety. Sheepy: Fran: Why is one in here? Is Impey in danger? Arsé-kun: Van: He better not be. Sheepy: Hansel: If you wait around, he might die due to your inability to get a move-on. Arsé-kun: Finis: ... He has a point. Sheepy: Hansel: So, stop dwaddling and follow me. Arsé-kun: *the following continues. Gretel complains. She is mostly ignored* Sheepy: *eventually they get to their destination?* Arsé-kun: Germain: .... I get the distinct feeling both Barbicane and the dragon are close by. Sheepy: Hansel: They are. Arsé-kun: Germain: I was hoping not. Sheepy: Hansel: It's his decision to be rash. Sheepy: Hansel: If he's close to dying, there's a way to help him anyway. Arsé-kun: Germain: A fair point. Fran, if you would? Go on ahead. Sheepy: *Fran goes on ahead* Arsé-kun: *the first thing seen is, of course, Impey, sitting on the ground. Next to him is a very tiny dragon. They're making roaring noises at each other. This is fucking intense.* Sheepy: Fran:???? *he watches this, peeking in from the doorway* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he fucking. stealths over. thats a fucking verb now* What's going on? Sheepy: Fran: *he moves so Arséne can see* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he whips his phone out so fast* Sheepy: Fran: Huh? Arsé-kun: Arséne: I'm going to use this as blackmail. Sheepy: Fran:...Oh. Sheepy: Fran: How do I approach him? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Like this. *he pushes Fran forward, and ducks behind the corner* Sheepy: Fran: Uh... ... I'm really sorry! Arsé-kun: Impey: Huh?! Sheepy: Fran: I said many things that I shouldn't have! Arsé-kun: Impey: .... Yeah, so did I, huh? Sheepy: Fran: You were upset. You aren't to blame. Arsé-kun: Impey: Aw, don't do that guilty thing! Sheepy: Fran: Huh? But... Arsé-kun: Impey: Nope! C'mere, Megane-kun! Sheepy: *Fran comes to Impey* Arsé-kun: *And Impey picks up Fran via bear hug. Don't die, Fran* Sheepy: Fran: *he hugs Impey back. koalas are a type of bear right? is it like a bear hug if he's being a koala* Arsé-kun: *KOALAS ARE NOT BEARS but close enough my dude* Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... *he nudges Herlock, and gestures to his phone, which is recording. raises an eyebrow* Sheepy: *Herlock nods* Arsé-kun: *Arséne gives him a thumbs up* Sheepy: Fran: I'm sorry that everyone treats you as the butt of the joke. Arsé-kun: Impey: What're you apologizing for? You don't do it! Sheepy: Fran: Huh? I've accidentally insulted you in the past. Arsé-kun: Impey: That's an accident! Sheepy: Fran: I'm apologizing on the behalf of everyone else then. Arsé-kun: Impey: They can apologize on their own! Sheepy: Fran: Please come back with me. Arsé-kun: Impey: Just you? ... I mean, of course! But.. Sheepy: Fran: Huh? Arsé-kun: Impey: Do they care at all? Sheepy: Fran: Of course! The entire group came! Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he puts his phone away and slides into view* Bonjour! Sheepy: Fran: There's Lupin. I don't know where everyone else is. Sheepy: Fran: They're in the building. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Right around the corner, here! Sheepy: Hansel: So the cooking guy is who we were looking for? Arsé-kun: Germain: That's right, Hansel. Sheepy: Hansel: Since I'm the one who led his friends here, does that mean we're friends now too? Arsé-kun: Germain: i don't see why not. Sheepy: Hansel: Good. Sheepy: Hansel: Cooking man. Arsé-kun: Impey: ... Is that my name now? *he puts Fran down finally* Sheepy: Hansel: I don't know your name. Arsé-kun: Impey: It's Impey! Sheepy: Hansel: Impey. Sheepy: Hansel: In the future, make sure he's dead before running off. Arsé-kun: Impey: *he looks startled* Sheepy: Hansel: It's my advice. Arsé-kun: Impey: ... G-good point, I guess..! Sheepy: Hansel: Don't make your decisions based on events that have yet to happen. Arsé-kun: Van: That is the smartest thing you have said to date. Sheepy: Hansel: You've met me thrice. Sheepy: Hansel: If you had been injured and died, he'd had gone through survivor's guilt - blaming himself for your death. Sheepy: Hansel: No one deserves such a painful way to live. Sheepy: Cardia: Impey's alive?! *she runs up to him and hugs him* I was worried about you! Your letter scared me so much... I didn't understand why you'd just gotten up and left... Arsé-kun: Impey: I'm so sorry, princess! Sheepy: Cardia: It's okay! Please don't run away in the future, though! Arsé-kun: Impey: R-right..! Sheepy: Hansel: We should head back. Sheepy: Hansel: I've lost my way... Arsé-kun: Delly: What do you mean you lost your way?! You lead us here! Sheepy: Hansel: The birds have probably eaten my path... Arsé-kun: Arséne: If there are still birds here, I'll be impressed. Sheepy: Hansel: I left a trail of breadcrumbs. Sheepy: Hansel: You have a dog. Arsé-kun: Impey: !! Sisiiii!~ Sheepy: *Sisi runs up to Impey! Hello it's me dog!* Arsé-kun: Impey: :'D You came! Who's a good boy? Sheepy: Sisi: *is sisi a good boy??* Arsé-kun: Impey: It's you! Sheepy: Sisi: *IT'S ME!!!!!* Arsé-kun: Impey: Yes, it is!! Sheepy: Sisi: *IM A GOOD BOYYY* Sheepy: Hansel: Give me something owned by someone you care about who isn't present. Arsé-kun: Arséne: That's easy. Here. *he takes a bandanna from his pocket* Sheepy: Hansel: *he takes it and leads them to Morgana!* Arsé-kun: *They successfully made it out! Everyone lived!* Sheepy: Hansel: You're out. Arsé-kun: Germain: Thank you very much, Hansel. Sheepy: Hansel: I'm going home. Arsé-kun: Germain: Go on ahead, after you return what you're holding. Sheepy: Hansel: *he gives it to Arsene* Arsé-kun: *and Arséne returns it to Morgana!* Sheepy: Morgana: How long do clothes washers take?? Arsé-kun: Arséne: An hour or so. My apologies, I was busy. Sheepy: Morgana: Where were you? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Hell. Sheepy: Morgana: And you didn't bring us along? Sheepy: Morgana: Maybe I could've found out more about me there. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I highly doubt it in this case. Sheepy: Morgana: Really? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Really. Sheepy: Morgana: Well! If you go again, I want to come. Sheepy: Morgana: I haven't been able to go to mementos for a while and I want to. Arsé-kun: Arséne: That's not where we were... Sheepy: Morgana: Huh? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Either way, we probably should explore Mementos more. Sheepy: Morgana: Yeah! That's what I wanted to hear! Sheepy: Morgana: No touching my steering wheel, though! Sheepy: Morgana: If you've got a better driver in mind, I'll consider it, but otherwise, although it's rather tedious, Joker's going to be the driver. Sheepy: Morgana: "No speed limit signs" doesn't mean "go five MPH"!!! Arsé-kun: Arséne: .. I think I may have a better idea. Sheepy: Morgana: What? Arsé-kun: Arséne: We can discuss it once we're ready to go. Sheepy: Morgana: When's that? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Well, not now. Arsé-kun: Delly: --And if either of you pull that bull again, I might have to punch you! Sheepy: Fran: I'm sorry...! Arsé-kun: Impey: I'm more sorry! Sheepy: Fran: I drove you to run away... Sheepy: Fran: What if you had gotten hurt? I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. Arsé-kun: Impey: I guess it would've been my fault! Sheepy: Fran: I said the stuff I did because I didn't think through how it'd affect those around me... especially you. Sheepy: Fran: I'm so blind, though. Sheepy: Fran: I was envious of you. Sheepy: Fran: You seemed like you fit in so well into the group... and I felt like an outsider who never really clicked in to any slot. All I felt like was an employee who would be hired to make things for the group. Sheepy: Fran: I still do feel that way, actually. Arsé-kun: Impey: Huh?? I thought you fit better that I do! Sheepy: Fran: The only reason why I started living with Saint-Germain in the first place was because Victoria's men were after me. My reasons for helping Cardia were never fully out of the goodness of my heart. Sheepy: Fran: You were outright chosen by him, and I don't know the true story behind Lupin and you, but... I don't know, even though Van Helsing came later, and his reasons were also... is the word selfish? Sheepy: Fran: I feel like he can be considerd more of a part of the group than I can. Sheepy: Fran: I didn't see much of a purpose to living when my only friends mostly just see me as a source of any chemicals they need and I can't go a night without horrible nightmares. Sheepy: Fran: I overlooked you. I'm sorry. Arsé-kun: Impey: Maaan, he only picked me up 'cause I was of use! Sheepy: Fran: Huh? Sheepy: Fran: But... Arsé-kun: Impey: Nope! Sheepy: Fran: Everyone loves the comic relief... Arsé-kun: Impey: Yeah, right. Sheepy: Fran: I love the comic relief. Arsé-kun: Delly: *he almost spits* Sheepy: Fran: What? Sheepy: Fran: Aren't they always the best? Sheepy: Fran: That's why books never kill off comic relief. They generally steal the spotlight from the lead. Sheepy: Fran: You naturally just attract people in a different way than Lupin. Lupin goes about it with elegance and grace, but you're funny and make people relax. Sheepy: Fran: The latter is much more important, especially in stressful situations. Arsé-kun: Impey: Y'mean I'm good for something? Sheepy: Fran: You're good for many things. Sheepy: Fran: I feel happy when I'm around you. I can smile from the bottom of my heart. Sheepy: Fran: You're a genius too. I can't believe the sort of stuff you make... I'm so amazed when I see your working inventions that I forget how bad I feel usually. Arsé-kun: Delly: That's super gay Sheepy: Fran: Huh? Arsé-kun: Delly: You sound so proud of him or something. Sheepy: Fran: I am. Sheepy: Fran: He's got something that drives him in life. A goal. That's impressive. Sheepy: Fran: He's achieved so much, too. Sheepy: Fran: I don't understand why people make fun of him. Sheepy: Fran: He makes me feel relaxed when I'm around. I just thought... Sheepy: Fran:....I was a nuisance to him and he was faking liking me to make me feel better. Sheepy: Fran: I never realized he actually cared about me. Arsé-kun: Impey: Of course I do, Vicky! Honestly, I'd thought you were only nice to me 'cuz you felt bad for me, but clearly that's not the case! Sheepy: Fran: Huh?! No! Arsé-kun: Impey: See?? Sheepy: Fran: I guess we both thought the wrong thing about the other. Arsé-kun: Germain: *he leans in towards them both* So, when's the marriage? Sheepy: Fran: Wh-what?! Sheepy: Fran: Where'd you come from, and- Sheepy: Fran: Marriage?! Arsé-kun: Impey: N-no?? *he pushes Germain away a bit* Are you serious, Sainty-G? Arsé-kun: Germain: :) I was merely teasing you both. *he shrugs a little* Sheepy: Fran: ..Uh-huh.. W-well, there's no marriage. Sheepy: Fran: It's not anything like that. Arsé-kun: Impey: And there won't be, either! Sheepy: Fran: Where'd you get that impression? Arsé-kun: Germain: Just watching you both interact. You two seem to care far more about each other than you let on. Sheepy: Fran: I do care for him, but not in that way. Arsé-kun: Impey: And same here! Sheepy: Cardia: Impey flirts with me a lot. Why would he be interested in Fran? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Because, sometimes, people can be attracted to both men and women. Sheepy: Cardia: Really? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Truly! Sheepy: Cardia: Don't people just fall in love and live happily ever after? Does that mean they marry both a man and a woman? Sheepy: Cardia: That's how all the books go. Arsé-kun: Arséne: N-non! Especially to the second one! Sheepy: Cardia: But that's what happened to me. Arsé-kun: Arséne: And you were lucky. Sheepy: Cardia: Really? Sheepy: Cardia: Does that mean you married other people before you married me? What happened to them? Arsé-kun: Arséne: .... ..... *he looks away from Cardia, looking fairly unhappy* Sheepy: Cardia: ? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Lets not talk about this. Sheepy: Cardia: Okay! Sheepy: Sheepy: Whenever I walk into a room, every straight man there turns bisexual, and yet, I am single. Meaning! Sheepy: Sheepy: Just because you love someone doesn't mean they'll love you back and get married. I hate everyone, so I have a sense of mystery about me, which happens to make me more attractive. Sheepy: Sheepy: Furthermore, dating comes before marriage. Dating's kind of like a free trial. You haven't signed up for the product yet. Sheepy: Sheepy: And after a year or so of having that free trial, you decide, "This is what I really want!" if that person's nice. Sheepy: Sheepy: And then you sign a legal contract to be bound with them forever, basically. Arsé-kun: Arséne: You do not hate everyone. Good try, though. Sheepy: Sheepy: I like you. Sheepy: Sheepy: That's about it. Sheepy: Sheepy: Okay, better wording. Sheepy: Sheepy: I've never taken an interest in anyone so people want to be "First!" like in youtube comments or whatever. Sheepy: Sheepy: And I never talk about myself which makes people more curious. Sheepy: Sheepy: But I'm evidence that people don't need to get married to those they're interested in. Because I've stolen the hearts of many! Arsé-kun: Arséne: And none of them were literal. Sheepy: Sheepy: No, none. Sheepy: Sheepy: That'd be weird... Sheepy: Yusuke: *HE ARRIVES! THE DRAMA QUEEN ARRIVES!* Lupin-sensei! Sheepy: Sheepy:...Speaking of weird. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Bonjour! Sheepy: Yusuke: I must request your presence immediately! Model for me-Hm? *he looks over at Cardia* Hmm... Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he grabs Yusuke by the shirt collar and just. drags him out. goodbye arsene. bye yusuke*

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