#they were loudly singing at noon. at 1 or so i ran into one of them outside and he apologized for the noise and said they're all wasted | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ravenloon · 4 years

Text

Smitten: First Impressions (Chapter 1)

Tommy gripped the steering wheel hard, chewing his lip. His heart was pounding out of his chest as he replayed his and Vince's phone call in his mind.

His friend since high school had called him up in the middle of the night, completely ecstatic.

"Tommy! Tommy, you up man?!"

"Wh...I..I am now. Why are you calling at...one in the morning?"

"I couldn't wait any longer! I got myself a band! A real band that actually wants to get big and not just do cover shit!"

Tommy groaned, head falling back on the pillow,"Can we talk about this tomorrow? I need sleep."

"No, no, no! You don't understand....we need a drummer."

That perked Tommy's interest,"I...are you saying you suggested me? What if I'm not good enough?"

Vince sighed,"Shut up, Lee. You know you're a killer drummer." His voice took on a sing song tone," Pluuus...the bassist is pretty cuuute~"

Tommy flips on to his stomach, head in his hand and feet swinging behind him. He chuckles softly,"How cute?"

"Well he's got wild black hair, vibrant green eyes, smooth, ruby lips, a killer jawline. He's pretty tall, maybe an inch shorter than you, sharp nose and flawless skin. His name is Nikki. Nikki Sixx."

Tommy does a double take,"From London?!"

"Yeah. Got in a fight with the singer. Says it's over with them. He met me at a Denny's and then we already had an instant guitarist."

Tommy was still trying not to freak out at the idea of talking to Nikki fucking Sixx. But he forced a laugh and asked,"Let me guess..."

They both finished in unison,"Mick."

Vince giggled,"What? He's my boyfriend and he's god at guitar!"

"I suppose I'll have to look into this. When do want me to be there?"

"Gimme a second...NIKKI!" There was shuffling then a pompfing sound. Tommy guessed Vince had dropped the phone.

He could faintly hear the conversation, but not what they said.

More shuffling.

"Still there, Tommy?"

"Yup."

"Nikki wants you at like noon tomorrow. You know Mick. Never before eleven."

"I'm a little nervous but...I'll be there," Tommy said.

So that's why Tommy was here, driving down the street with white knuckles and a palpatating heart. He was having second thoughts as he pulled into the street address Vince had given him, and even more so when he pulled up to the apartments.

He got out of his car and walked through the lobby and into the building,"Don't screw up, don't screw up, don't screw up, don't-"

Tommy was in front of the door, but he couldn't move. Once he opened this door, it was a huge first impression. He had to do it right or...yeah time to start digging a hole to crawl into.

He took a deep breath through his nose and knocked on the door.

"It's open!" came Mick's yell. Heart basically stalled, Tommy opened the door and stepped into the arguably shitty apartment.

Vince was sitting at the small dining room table, scribbling something. He looked up and when he saw Tommy, he squealed,"TOMMY'S HERE!"

He ran over and picked Tommy up, spinning him around, only to accidently drop him. Tommy gave a yell as he fell flat on his ass.

Mick started laughing from his spot tuning his guitar, though his face was fearfully turned away from it,"Way to make a good first impression, Lee!"

Vince raised an eyebrow,"Babe, the fuck are you doing?"

Mick just turned further from the headstock of his guitar,"The high E string is an enemy not to be trifled with."

Tommy blushed, embarassed,"Viinnce!" He rubbed his ass, groaning in pain,"Damnit, you made me look dumb and it's not a first impression. I know you two."

The drummer jolted when a small notepad fell into his lap, seemingly from nowhere. He picked it up, noticing the scratchy frantic writing on it.

'You don't know me.'

Tommy's eyes widened,"Holy fuck..." He slowly looked up and came face to face with Nikki.

Lee's blush darkened,"Um...h-hi...I...I'm Tommy...N-Nikki right?"

Nikki held out his hand, which Tommy stared at, hesitating. Sixx rolled his eyes, which were mostly obscured by his big, fluffy bangs, and thrust his hand forward, almost aggressively.

Tommy took his hand and let the bassist pull him up,'Great he's already irritated by me.'

Mick stood up, setting his guitar down,"Come on, Sixx. Don't be rude!"

Nikki, rolled his eyes and stuck his nose in the air haughtily, but the blush on his face gave away his remorse. He frowned, looking away as he bit his lip. Vince giggled,"He's actually real shy. Aren't you, Nikki?"

Nikki made a 'ehh' face and waggled a horizantal hand. Tommy assumed, surprised, that the bassist was deaf," Vince, you told me he was cute, not drop dead gorgeous."

Vince looked up at him, smirking,"You do know....he can hear you? He's mute, not deaf." Tommy's face couldn't decide whether to blush or pale. He looked like he was gonna pass out,"Fuck! I'm so sorry! I didn't-I mean I did but-"

Nikki placed a finger over his lips then said something in sign language. Tommy was mesmerized by the fluid, meticulous motions of his hands, the way the light in his eyes changed. Only when Nikki put his hands on his hips, did Tommy notice something else.

Nikki was super fucking thicc. Hips wide and curvy, sloping into thick, strong thighs. The snapping of fingers yanked Tommy out of his trance.

The bassist was exasperatingly pointing at his widened eyes, glaring childishly at Lee. The younger man couldn't help giggle nervously,"L-let me guess....my eyes are up here?"

Nikki smiled smugly and nodded. God, he had a wonderful smile.

A loud snap and a "FUCK!" from Mick interrupted them. They turned to see Mick holding a hand over his eye, a thin trail of blood dripping from underneath.

Vince jumped up,"HOLY FUCKING SHIT ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!"

"I TOLD YOU! NOT TO BE TRIFLED WITH!" Mick holds up the broken end of the high E string.

Vince ran over to Mick, taking his boyfriends face in his hands. While Vince assessed his boyfriend's injury, Tommy turned back to Nikki. Hot embarrasment flooded through him at the amused glint in Sixx's eyes.

Nikki starts signing.

"I-I don't understand sign language," Tommy mumbles,"S-sorry." Nikki smiles and shakes his head, turning around to venture back into the kitchen.

Lee feels his mouth go dry as he locks his eyes on Nikki's full sexy ass. Nikki knocks on the refrigerator, slightly looking over his shoulder.

Tommy gives Mick and Vince a look. "He wants you to follow him,"Vince says before turning back to holding a bandage over Mick's eye,"You think you'll be okay, my sugar?"

Mick nodded, twirling a strand of his hair.

Tommy follows Nikki into the kitchen to see the bassist rummaging around in the cupboards, swaying his hips with an absent minded air. He tapped on the notebook on the counter.

Tommy picked it up, whilst twirling his drumstick in one hand,"I heard you did marching band. We need to teach you sign language." The drummer huffed,"Why didn't he tell you that I rock too?"

Nikki turned around smiling and shrugging.

"You figured?"

Nikki nods, fluffy hair flicking his face. Tommy suddenly saw a side of Nikki that, like Vince said, was indeed 'cute'.

He smiled softly,"Oh! Uh...d-do you want me to show you my playing? I...I did bring my drumset..."

Nikki nods eagerly and pulls his arm, walking out the door. Tommy blushes at Nikki's sudden enthusiasm,"Are you actually excited to hear me play?"

Nikki nods frantically, slamming his finger into the elevator button over and over until the worn doors screech open, making both of them wince.

They get down to Tommy's car only for the drummer to realize that the entire time.

Nikki had never let go of his hand.

"Um, N-Nikki your still holding my...hand..."

They look down at their hands and Nikki bitterly pulls away and marches to the trunk of the car, leaving Tommy to wonder what he did wrong,'I guess I embarassed him.'

When they brought the last of the kit in, Mick and Vince were passionately making out, moaning loudly. Nikki stamped his foot hard, scaring the both of them.

Mick placed a hand on his chest,"Don't do that!"

Nikki jerked his thumb toward Tommy, then pointed at them as he picked up a black bass. Mick nodded,"Get your mic, sugar. How bout Live Wire?"

Vince nodded and did some quick vocal warm ups while Mick hooks up his guitar. He gives his whammy bar a tug only for the neck of his guitar to swing up and slam into Tommy's dick.

"MotherFUCKER!" Tommy doubled over, moaning in agony.

"Mick, you killed our drummer!" Vince whined.

"No I didn't I just smashed his cock!"

"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE SMASHING MY COCK!"

"THAT'S WHAT WE WERE TRYING TO DO BEFORE SIXX SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!"

Nikki tapped Tommy's shoulder and held out his notepad,'Are you gonna puke? Are you good to play?'

Tommy nodded, gasping,"I...ngh...I'm g-good..." He made his way over to his drumset and plopped down letting out a final pained sigh. He picked up his sticks. Nikki snapped his fingers to give a starting beat and they took off with Live Wire.

Tommy absolutely loved it. They sounded great together and he literally couldn't wipe the smile off his face. He was so excited actually that he jumped and threw his drumsticks, which smacked Mick in the forehead,"PAYBACK, MOTHERFUCKER!"

"OW!" Mick fell backwards into Vince's arms. Tommy covered his mouth,"Holy fuck, I am so sorry. I fucked it up didn't I?" He looked up at Nikki only to find the bassist's eyes lit up with absolute glee, mouth stretched into a wide grin. He turned to Mick and Vince and began signing rapidly.

"Uh..um...wh-what's he saying?" Tommy's gaze flicked rapidly, trying to process what was going on before he got dizzy. Nikki ran up to him and picked him up, spinning him around before miraculously tossing him in the air.

Tommy squealed,"Whoa! N-NIKKI!!" Sixx spun him around again and spun around, excitedly signing to Mick then pointing at Tommy.

Mick smiles,"He says.....you're perfect." Nikki nodded and clapped his hands gleefully, hugging Tommy tightly before pulling away, a slight blush on his face.

Tommy scratches the back of his head,"Thanks..." He struggled to keep the squeal out of his voice. But that was probably due to the adorable, silent bassist bouncing on his feet.

Even watching him play with London, Tommy didn't think he could remember ever seeing Nikki so happy.

#motley crue #motley crue fanfiction #terrorcest #tommy/nikki #established mick/vince #mick/vince #selective mutism #gay #slow burn #AU #thikki nikki #thicc boy #flustered tommy #moody nikki #sensitive nikki #glossophobia #first meetings #vince and tommy are bffs

40 notes · View notes

benbarnesfrustration · 4 years

Text

Cady’s Awakening, Part 1

A Ben Barnes Character Fic.

A Ryan Brenner x Cady (third person) story. This is a very late contribution to @banditthewriter‘s Ben Barnes Bingo Challenge. Life got away from me for a bit, so I’m posting this first installment to hold myself accountable to finish. Enjoy!

Synopsis: Cady is a carefree girl who longs for the open road. Does she find her counterpart in a tall, dark hitchhiker?

Rated PG. We haven’t gotten into much fluff yet, but this is a squeaky clean as it gets.

Cady heaved the last sack of grain into the back of her pickup truck, landing it with a heavy whump. She stepped back and wiped a trickle of sweat from her brow. It was usually hot in Timbercreek Canyon, but in July it was damned hot, and the sun was relentless.

About 15 miles south of Amarillo, Timbercreek Canyon is a veritable oasis in the arid Texas desert, providing much-needed irrigation to the many ranches that have sprung up as a result. Cady’s family ran one of them, Palomino Ridge Ranch. There, horses, cattle, pigs and chickens were raised and sold. Cady had been helping out at the ranch since she could walk, and stood to inherit from her parents, as she was their only child. However, Cady had her doubts. She’d barely been out of Texas except for ranch business, and wasn’t sure she wanted a future as a rancher without experiencing more of the great wide world.

Cady’s father was sending her to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, in the shadow of the Smoky Mountains. She was to deliver several bushels of rye meal and sorghum to a few stops along the way, and upon arrival, collect a thoroughbred stallion to bring back for breeding. It would be a long trip, at least eighteen hours each way, not including stops, but Cady was looking forward to it. She loved the open road and the chance to get out of Texas and see more of the country, and having the wind in her hair as she sang along loudly to her favorite country and blues standards.

She loaded up the rest of her supplies, waved goodbye to her folks, and set out. It was only noon, so she should be able to get a couple of deliveries out of the way before she would need to stop for the night. She drove along, singing and humming along to her tunes; perfectly content. A few hours later, not long after she made her first drop off, she was surprised to see what appeared to be a young man in the distance, walking along the road. Texas was flat, so she could see him quite a ways out, and she saw him turn and stick out his thumb when he heard the sound of her engine. I’ll be damned, she thought to herself. You don’t see too many hitchhikers around here. She felt a pang of pity for the man. It was hot as hell out here, and there wasn’t another town for miles and miles. Normally she wouldn’t entertain such a notion as communicating with a hitchhiker, but she legitimately worried about the guy’s safety, so she slowed as she approached him.

She pulled over to the side of the road, slid over to the passenger side, and leaned out of the window. She was struck dumb for a moment when she looked the man full in the face. Well that is one good looking fella, she thought. Dark scruffy hair and dark eyes, he was quite literally the definition of “tall dark and handsome,” only he looked like he’d been sleeping rough for a while. He smiled warmly at her, and pushed up the brim of his baseball cap to better see her. Cady noticed he had tattoos on his fingers and arms. I wonder where else he’s got them, she thought devilishly, before pushing that thought aside. “Miss,” he greeted her politely.

“Well you’re taking your ass in your hands setting out on this road on a day like this,” she chided, but without real bite. He smiled wider, relaxing at her joke.

“I’m afraid I didn’t think this through,” he replied, his smile touching his eyes. He had a vague drawl that Cady couldn’t quite place. Is that West Virginia? Kentucky? He pulled off his hat and swiped his forearm across his sweaty brow. “I don’t suppose you can let me climb in the back of your truck and ride along with you a while? The breeze would do me good.”

Cady thought a moment. She was by no means a clueless girl, and knew that picking up a hitchhiker was a reckless thing to do. But he had kindness in his eyes, and there was just no faking that. “You can ride in the cab with me,” she said. “Get you out of the sun and into the AC for a bit.”

The man nodded, his face more somber. “Thank you miss,” he replied softly. “I’m so grateful.” He swung his case– which Cady was only now realizing was a guitar case– into the back of the truck along with a worn backpack, and hopped into the truck. Cady cranked the AC, and the man slumped back, a blissful smile on his lips. It made him look quite angelic. “Ahhhh,” the man sighed. “This is nice.”

Cady handed over a bottle of water. “Here, swig on this. You’re probably pretty dehydrated. I’m Cady, by the way.” The man took the bottle of water with a nod. “Thank you Cady. I’m Ryan. Pleased to meet you.” Cady smiled at the man– Ryan. “Now you just sit back and relax,” she said. “How far do you need to go?” Ryan shrugged. “I don’t really have a destination. I sort of just…go.”

Cady blinked in surprise. Was this guy a drifter? A homeless? While she was surprised, she was no more concerned than she was a moment before. She wondered if she was being very stupid.

“You just set out and see where the road takes you huh? I kinda like that. Sounds freeing.”

Ryan smiled. “It is, but it’s not without its challenges for sure. Like the pickle I found myself in today…I must say thank you again.”

Cady smiled. “Think nothing of it. I would just be grateful if you would repay my kindness by not stabbing me,” she laughed as she put the truck into gear. “You don’t seem the sort, but you never know.”

Ryan laughed in return. “Don’t worry Cady, I don’t intend to.”

*****

They rode on for hours, the time falling away quickly as they talked. Conversation was easy with them. They shared a similar temperament; an ease of manner, and a curiosity about the world. Cady learned that Ryan was a musician, and he usually busked or looked for gigs while he was on the road for extra cash. Cady told Ryan all about her family and ranching, but also spoke of her doubts when it came to her own future in the field. Ryan listened intently, nodding along, contributing platitudes where necessary. As the sun waned toward evening, Cady pulled into a Waffle House parking lot. “You hungry?” She asked.

“Starving,” he replied with a smile.

“Come on then,” Cady said. “I’ll buy you some dinner.”

Ryan’s smile faltered. “I have some money,” he said softly.

Cady turned to look at him. “I wasn’t suggesting you didn’t,” she replied brightly. “Only that I’d like to buy dinner. Now come on!”

Ryan followed her into the restaurant, where they both soon tucked into breakfast for dinner, as it was what Waffle House was known for; eggs, pancakes, grits, hash browns, bacon, the whole nine yards. They spoke as much as they could as they tucked away the meal. When they were done, Cady and Ryan walked back to the truck. She paused at the door. “Ryan,” she asked, “what’s the plan? I’m heading all the way to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, and I have another ten plus hours on the road ahead of me. I was planning to stop for the night in a couple of hours. I usually just pull off onto a secluded road and sleep in the truck, but you’re welcome to sleep in the back of the truck.

Cady felt a small amount of apprehension creep into her mind. Not because she was worried about Ryan, but because….she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was. But Ryan gave her a funny feeling in the pit of her tummy. The way his big dark eyes locked onto hers while they spoke over dinner. The way his smile lit up his face. The way his soul seemed to speak to hers.

She realized with a jolt that the apprehension she was feeling was a fear that they would part ways. That he would be gone from her life. Oh shit– Cady thought to herself. Am I falling for this guy?

She waited for him to respond, as he had paused to think– or perhaps to calculate a response.

“Cady–” he started, paused, then started over. “Cady, I don’t want to impose, but I’d like to go all the way with you.”

They both seemed to realize how that sounded at the same time. Cady stifled a giggle while Ryan looked horrified. “I mean! Oh lord. No. I mean, I’d like to travel as far as you have to go, if that’s alright with you.” He put his face in his hands and groaned. Cady laughed. “Relax, I’d be happy to have you.” She put a hand on his arm. “I know that wasn’t what you meant.”

Would it be so bad if it was?

*****

They rode on in contented silence for a while before Cady turned to Ryan and asked, “so I’ve been trying to figure out where you’re from, but I just can’t place your accent. I give up,” she chuckled.

“Utah,” Ryan replied. “That’s where I grew up and sort of what I consider home base, but I don’t like to stay in one place too long.”

“Do you still have friends and family there?”

“Some,” Ryan nodded. “A lot of folks have moved on. I’m from a small town and there isn’t much opportunity there.” He shrugged. “It’s beautiful though, surrounded by snow capped mountains and lush forests.”

Cady laughed. “That’s basically the opposite of where I live! It’s the canyonlands of central Texas, practically the desert. Hot, flat, and dry. I spent my childhood chasing lizards and roadrunners.”

“Well we have some of that in Utah, but not the part where I’m from,” Ryan added. “Jumping into creeks and riding horses was what I got up to as a kid.”

“Horses, well that’s something we have in common then,” Cady grinned. “That’s actually the purpose of going to Kentucky. Sell grain along the way, come home with a new thoroughbred.”

“That must be exciting,” Ryan replied. “Seeing the country and petting horses sounds pretty great.”

“It is, but–” Cady broke off, thinking. “I’m still doing a job. I’m not free to do as I like. Like you.”

“True,” Ryan said, “but it’d be nice to have someone to go home to. A real family, a place I wanted to put down roots. Now, whenever I’m home, I just can’t wait to hit the road again.”

“So you have nobody that makes you feel like you’re home?”

Ryan turned to fix Cady with his dark eyes. There was something about his spirit that spoke directly to her soul.

“Not yet,” he replied, and smiled.

(to be continued…)

@banditthewriter

#ben barnes character fic #jackie & ryan fanfiction #ryan brenner fanfic

7 notes · View notes

seouledbysisi · 5 years

Text

New World

Chapter 1

Gianna & Mia

Mia ran into Gianna's room jumping up and down on the bed! “Girl you'll never believe what I just read online!” She yelled into Gianna's ear.

Gianna's eyes widened as she covered her ears. “Calm down! Have you been eating candy?”

Mia rolled her eyes. “No, I'm just super excited!” She squealed.

“Obviously! What is it?” Gianna was a bit annoyed. Not because of Mia but more so because of her boss.

Mia could sense that Gianna's attitude was off. She plopped down on the bed. “What's wrong GiGi?”

“My stupid boss is what's wrong.” She whined. “I'll be so glad when I finally graduate and can get away from that hell hole.”

Mia raised a eyebrow. “What happened?”

“I've closed every night since I started working there. I work my ass off pulling double shifts and everything. I ask for one night off so I can study for my finals and he said I have to find someone to cover my shift or else I have to work.” Gianna had been so stressed out lately. It was her last semester in school and it seemed like graduation couldn't get there fast enough.

A light bulb went off in Mia's head. “I have an idea!”

Gianna looked up at her with confused eyes.

“What's Adam's number?” She asked.

Gianna shook her head. “He won't cover for me. He barely likes working his own shifts.” She sighed.

Mia rolled her eyes and snatched Gianna's phone out of her hand. She dialed his number and waited for an answer.

“Hello?” He answered.

Mia exhaled deeply. “Hey this is Mia . I need a huge favor from you.”

He chuckled a bit. “What is it?”

“My best friend has a huge exam next week and if she doesn't pass she won't graduate so I need you to cover her shift tomorrow night if you don't mind.”

He held the phone for a second before answering. “What's in it for me?”

Mia rolled her eyes. “You get recognized as a good person?”

“I'm going to need something more than that!”

“Well what do you want?” She asked. She was becoming annoyed.

He began to laugh a little. “A date. . .with you!”

“Umm no! Something else.”

“Well I guess your friend might not be graduating as soon as she thought. Goodnight!”

Mia sighed loudly. “Wait!” She groaned. “I'll do it.”

“I figured you'd change your mind, pick you up Saturday night around 7.” he said quickly and hung up.

Mia almost threw up listening to his last words. He wasn't ugly but he was annoying and didn't show much respect for women. “You owe me big time!”

“He agreed?” Gianna's eyes widened.

“Only because I have to go on a date with him.” Mia had tears in her eyes.

Gianna hugged her tightly. “What would I ever do without you?”

“Nothing!” Mia smiled.

“I guess we'll both be graduating!” Gianna smiled big.

Mia nodded. She had almost forgot about the news she had to tell Gianna about. “So about what I read!”

”Oh yeah, share the excitement!”

“So, you know how NCT 127 are coming to the States?” Mia started.

Gianna nodded. “Yeah don't remind me. I can't believe the tickets got sold out THAT fast!”

“But that's just it, Gianna! We have another chance to maybe go.”

Gianna cocked her head to the right. “What are you talking about?”

“They're having a contest. It's a writing contest where you have to tell about why NCT is inspiring to you and what they mean to you. They're picking one winner from each state that they're having a concert in.” Mia exclaimed.

Gianna groaned. “So you're going to be that fan girl?”

Mia shrugged. “If it gets me a chance to see Johnny and all of the others then hell yes!”

Gianna giggled. “Well you go girl!” She began to walk away to the kitchen. Mia followed.

“You're the best writer I know, Gianna. I need your skills.”

“So you want me to write this essay for you? No way, you know I'm not into doing all that crazy fan girl stuff. Plus there's no way we'd win.”

Mia poked her bottom lip out. “Pretty please?” She said in a cute voice.

“That cute baby voice is not working on me this time.” Gianna shrugged and sat on the couch.

Mia rolled her eyes. “You have to do this for me! I'm going on a date with Adam for you. You realize how atrocious he is, right?”

“Yeah he is pretty horrible and I do appreciate you but I can't do it. I don't have time.” Gianna sighed.

Mia crossed her arms and pouted. “Did I forget to mention that if we win we get to spend a few hours with them before the concert?”

Gianna turned towards her quickly. “It's not working, Alonna.”

“Okay, I guess you don't wanna spend a once in a life time day with THE Lee Taeyong.” Mia hummed and walked towards her bedroom slowly.

Gianna was being pulled into two directions. She loved Taeyong with a passion, she was probably secretly his biggest fan but school was super important and with her hectic schedule there was no way she'd be able to write something up to par. She didn't want to be the reason that her best friend missed this once in a lifetime chance.

“. . .Ice across my wrist now I can barely see the time. I just made a million and I'm still not satisfied.” Mia walked back out of her room singing.

Gianna squeezed her eyes shut. She groaned. “Cause I need the bag on the regular, I spend the bag on the regular.” She finished singing the line for Mia and did the “regular, huh” dance.

“Don't you wanna hear them sing that live?” Mia asked as she grabbed Gianna's hands.

“When does it have to be submitted?” She asked.

Mia stretched her lips a bit. “Tomorrow by noon but I'll help you study!”

Gianna shook her head. “Oh no!”

“Lee Taeyong! Nakamoto Yuta! Johnny? Doyoung? Please!” Mia was giving her best at persuasion.

Gianna exhaled loudly. “C'mon girl! You better be glad that I'm in love with Taeyong otherwise I wouldn't do this. Plus, hearing Taeil hit his high notes is going to be life-saving.”

Mia grabbed her laptop and they began writing.

“Wait! So how many winners can their be?” Gianna asked quickly.

“So whoever wins will get two up front tickets.” Mia explained.

“But does that mean we both spend the day with them or just one of us?” Gianna wanted to be sure she was going to meet Mr. Lee too.

Mia giggled. “Yes, GiGi! You will meet Lee Taeyong in the flesh.”

Gianna's grin got bigger. “This better be the best essay I've ever written then. So when you think of NCT what's the first word that comes into your mind?”

Mia thought for a moment. “Edge! They have so much flare, they're so different from other groups. Not just K-pop though, just music groups in general. They're not afraid to be different and weird. They have their own style but it works in all the right ways. What about you?”

“Innovation. They incorporate all of these new styles and old styles and make it work. They don't stick to mainstream types of music, they give music life and a new meaning. It's creative to be honest. Kind of like a breath of fresh air.”

Mia smiled big as she was in awe. “The best air!” Mia blushed. “Write all of that. You have a way with words. You're going to be the best journalist ever when we graduate.”

“And you're going to be the best fashionista/stylist ever!” Gianna smiled as she continued to write. “How does their music make you feel?”

“Invincible! Like I could do anything in the world that I set my mind to.” Mia explained and she wasn't lying. NCT's lyrics were deep and they touched her.

Gianna smiled. She put the finishing touches to the essay which ended up being a lot longer than she anticipated but it was definitely a work of art. “You know even if we don't win these tickets, at least they will have some type of confirmation of how great they truly are.”

Mia read over the essay. “If we don't win, something's totally wrong with them.” She giggled and submitted the essay.

“When do they announce the winner?” Gianna asked.

Mia read over the rules and information for the contest. “Saturday. It'll be night here when they announce it but I guess day for them.”

“The concert is in what, 3 weeks?” Gianna asked as she thought of outfit choices. She wanted to scream and jump but that just wasn't in her nature.She was getting a little ahead of herself. They hadn’t even won yet but she liked to be prepared.

“Yeah, and to our luck it's on the weekend.” Mia was so ecstatic.

Gianna sighed. “You might have to go on another date with Adam so he can cover another shift for me.” She laughed.

Mia acted as if she was going to throw up. “This is a one time thing. You're just gonna have to quit your job, ma'am if they won't let you off.”

“I can't afford to quit my job!” Gianna giggled.

Mia raised an eyebrow. “You really don't have to stay at that crappy restaurant. Your mom pays all the bills for this condo. She's willing to give you money, Gi.”

“I don't want her to have to give me money too. She already does enough!” Gianna sighed. She was so grateful for her mom but she didn't want her mom to do any more than she had to.

“The coffee shop is hiring on campus. We don't make as much as you but at least you'd get treated better. Our manager is really nice. Plus we close at 7 so you'd be out of there by 8. I could put in a good word for you.”

Gianna squinted a bit as she looked out at the balcony. “I thought y'all weren't hiring?”

Mia looked confused. “Oh you're talking about when I told Aaliyah that we weren't accepting applications?”

Gianna nodded.

Mia looked away. “I may have lied.”

Gianna slapped her arm. “Why would you do that?”

“Because she's hella annoying! I deal with her enough in our classes, I wasn't about to torture myself anymore.”

Gianna laughed. “Well put me in a good word cause I'm sick of Javier!”

“I can call Marty right now if you want. We need the help because two people are leaving soon.” Mia grabbed her phone and dialed him.

The phone rang and rang. Mia was starting to think he wasn't going to answer. “Talk to me!” he picked up cooly.

“Hey Marty are you busy?” She could hear a lot of rattling in his background.

“Uh no. What's up?”

“So I know we will be having two positions opening, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Have you already filled them?”

“I have a guy lined up. I need someone else too though. You know anyone?”

“My best friend needs another job like asap!” Mia explained.

Gianna simply sat there listening to their conversation.

“You recommend her? Is he a good worker?”

“The best! She's very reliable.”

He became silent for a moment. “She wouldn't be able to start until the week after next week. Is that okay?”

Mia looked at Gianna for confirmation. Gianna nodded eagerly. “That's great! Yes. She can do that.”

“Okay well she can have the job, just bring her to the shop tomorrow so she can fill out some papers. Goodnight, Mia.” He said and hung up.

Gianna pulled Mia into a hug quickly. “Thank you so much for doing that. You're the best for real.”

“It's no more than you'd do for me. You let me live here rent free, I got your back no matter what!” Mia told her.

NCT 127

They were all sitting around the living room in their dorm. “So we all have to decide on the winning essays, right?” Johnny asked.

“Yeah. The managers are giving us free reign with this since it was our idea. We have to pick the best of the best; the essays that speak to our souls the most.” Taeyong explained.

Mark's eyes widened. “Well that got deep way too fast.” He laughed.

Taeyong's eyes snapped to him. “It's supposed to be deep. We have so many fans who didn't get a chance to get tickets for whatever reason, so we need to choose NCTzens who deserve it the most.”

Mark cut his laughter off quickly and nodded.

“We have to choose Vegas' and LA winners first since those are our first stops.” Johnny added.

Doyoung nodded. “We have to make a decision by Saturday. Have any been submitted yet?”

Taeyong looked up the submissions and seen so many. There were a few whose titles stood out to him. He kept scrolling until he came across one of the newest submissions. “A New World.” Taeyong said out loud.

All the guys looked confused. “What you got on your mind,boss?” Haechan asked.

The guys gathered around the computer to see what had Taeyong looking strange. “NCT as a whole brings new concept to music and gives fans, all around the world, the courage to believe in a better and new world that we can all strive in.” Johnny read aloud.

All of the guys faces were shocked in astonishment. “Woah!” They all said collectively as they read the remainder of the essay.

Jaehyun smiled. “I like that! I don't even need to hear anything else.”

Taeyong chuckled. “Let's not get too ahead of ourselves. We have two more days to receive essays, then and ONLY then will we make a decision.”

“You gotta admit that it will be hard to top that. It gave me chills knowing that someone believes in our mission that much.” Johnny stated.

“Yeah it was great and all but everyone deserves a chance. See y'all in the morning.” Taeyong answered and walked to his, Johnny and Jaehyun's room.

Jungwoo gave Johnny a small smile and rubbed his shoulder. “I know everyone felt what you felt but you know leader-nim is going to do what's best. You never know, something better may come along and maybe not. If that essay is meant to win, it will.”

Johnny shrugged. “I'm not stressing over it, I just think whoever wrote that has a really good heart and a nice set of writing skills.” He said with laughter.

#nct 127 #nct #nct u #nct dream #taeyong #lee taeyong #nakamoto yuta #jung jaehyun #seo johnny #haechan #jungwoo #doyoung #win win #mark lee #nctzen #fanfic #kpop #kpop idols

7 notes · View notes

dr-gloom · 6 years

Text

Simply Meant to Be

Whoo! Day 1 complete! I’m glad I wrote this ahead of time ahahaha

This was written for the sander’s sides Halloween challenge by @sanderssidesspook

Day 1: Costume Party

Fandom: Sander’s Sides

Pairing: Moxiety

Summary: Virgil really, really likes Halloween, and Patton really, really likes Virgil.

Words: 4,985 (sorryyyyy)

Tags/Warnings: non-binary Virgil, Halloween parties, Virgil’s costume is @fangirltothefullest‘s Moxei, The boys are nerds, Remy is genderfluid if that wasn’t obvious, the costume is a pun

As always, will be posted on my AO3 and my blog’s fanfic page! Enjoy!

taglist:

@hungry-red-panda

No one in their friend group loved Halloween as much as Virgil. That wasn’t an opinion either – that was proven fact. Virgil would always go all-out on their decorations, pulling out all the stops, never leaving a single tombstone unturned. They’d set up a smoke machine for the front porch, blinking glowing eyes for the bushes, and put up window-length pictures of a run down, spooky house in their windows to make it seem like you were seeing the inside of their house. The house was covered in cobwebs, carefully placed in such a way that it created a tunnel of web guiding innocent trick-or-treaters directly to their front door. They’d bring out this electronic Scream decoration that hung from a tree and was motion activated. It would let out a creepy moan, and invisible strings would move the arms up and down. One year, they dressed up as a mummy and sat in a chair on the porch, holding a candy bowl that said, “only take one, please”. They were full-sized candy bars, so it wasn’t a ridiculous request. If a kid took more than one, they’d give the kid a good jump-scare and laugh as the arrogant thirteen-year-old ran crying to his mom. They weren’t malicious though, and they didn’t hate children.

They just really liked Halloween.

Perhaps their favorite part, they had to say, was their Halloween parties. Everyone loved them, and no matter who they invited and what they expected, they always ended up with more people than they planned for. Last year, so many people had shown up that they were flooding into Virgil’s front and back yards. They couldn’t count how many times someone set off Scream and drunkenly tried to fight it. Thankfully, it was mostly cloth, so they didn’t damage it. The only plastic parts were the hands and face.

This year, they were doubling their supply of party snacks. They bought enough Halloween candy to feed a small army, and when the cashier had to ring up half of the store’s apple supply, Virgil had to look away with a red face. They’d rolled their cart of candy, apples, chips, dips, punch mix and – yes – more decorations to their car, refusing to make eye contact with anyone they passed. Once they’d finally loaded everything up and backed out of the parking lot, they drove nearly ten miles under the speed limit, practically vibrating with excited energy. Halloween was in three days.

God, it was going to be amazing.

Their house had been decorated inside and out for eight weeks now. They had decorated the front yard as soon as they’d seen Halloween merch being sold in stores, figuring that if they could see it in stores, it was acceptable to decorate their house (not that they cared about what was socially acceptable). Patton had helped them, the two of them making a day of it and having fun using all of Virgil’s decorations and scaring each other. Virgil had to say Patton’s impression of Scream was spot on.

The night before Halloween, Logan and Roman come over from across town and Patton makes everyone dinner, since Virgil couldn’t cook to save their life, and they all settle in for a Halloween movie marathon. Patton and Virgil sit on the couch together, and no one makes fun of them for cuddling, and Patton pretends to be scared because he knows that Virgil doesn’t want the others to know how anxious horror movies make them. Patton doesn’t mind; he’ll gladly pretend to be scared if it makes Virgil happy.

Once they cycle through the acceptable horror films, they watch more family-friendly Halloween movies (per Patton’s request) like Halloweentown and Nightmare Before Christmas. Virgil appreciated the change, and they sang the songs along with their friends. Patton sang Sally’s parts, and Virgil sang Jack’s, the two of them flawlessly singing the couple’s duet later in the movie and sharing smiles which turns to laughter when Patton gives Virgil an eskimo kiss. Roman waggles his eyebrows and Virgil turns red, flipping him off.

They were midway through Scary Godmother when Patton nudged Virgil’s shoulder and they realized Roman was asleep against Logan, who didn’t look too far behind. Virgil smiled to themselves as they got up and grabbed a blanket for the pair, draping it across their shoulders. Logan shoots Virgil a tired thankful smile and closes his eyes. Virgil looks back at Patton, who’s blinking sleepily at the movie, and smiles. “Come on firefly, time for bed.” Patton whines but gets up, taking their hand and letting them drag him back to their room.

Virgil grabbed a Guns ‘N Roses tank top, an old shirt of Patton’s that he’d left the last time he spent the night, and two pairs of sweat pants, handing Patton his shirt and one of the pairs of sweats. Patton smiles and takes the clothes, stripping down to his boxers and changing into the offered clothing. Virgil blushes and turns away, changing their own clothes quickly and joining Patton in bed. Patton pouts at Virgil, “Let’s cuddle. Please?” Virgil laughs softly. “Fine. Cuddlebug.” Virgil turns around and Patton wraps his arms around Virgil’s middle, pulling them close until their back was pressed against his chest. He smiles against the back of Virgil’s neck, whispering, “Tomorrow’s going to be great, I just know it.”

Virgil hummed in agreement and closed their eyes, not realizing how tired they were as they almost instantly fell asleep.

Virgil woke up late Halloween morning, awareness trickling in like a small creek as they squinted against the light filtering in from the window. They cursed under their breath – Patton always opened the curtains when he stayed the night, and Virgil always woke up with sunlight in their face. Virgil rolled over with a soft groan, holding themselves up by their elbows. “Pat, wha-….” Their voice trailed off as they looked around. Patton wasn’t there, and his spot was cold. Virgil huffed slightly and rolled onto their stomach to look at the clock and swore loudly as they fumbled to untangle themselves from the blankets. They were so late!

Well, you can’t really be late to anything when you had nothing scheduled, but they were supposed to be getting the party ready! They had so much stuff to set up, and they’d slept through the morning – it was almost noon! They fall flat on their face, their foot caught up in the blanket sending them to the floor. They huff and shake the blanket off, getting onto their hands and knees before standing up, starting slightly when Roman stood in the doorway with a smug look, arms crossed over his chest. “Well that was hot.” Virgil could feel their face heating up as Roman laughed. “Shut up. Why didn’t anyone wake me up?”

“Pat told us if we woke you up early he’d hide the Crofter’s.” Virgil snorts and rolls their eyes. Of course. Another glance at their digital alarm clock has any semblance of humor leaving their face, though. “Get out of my way, I need to prepare for the party.” They try to move around Roman, who’s wide frame easily blocks most of the doorway, but Roman won’t let them by. “Roman, seriously.” Their breathing picks up a little. What if people start coming while they’re decorating? What if they aren’t finished and they have to stop, and people hate it? What if it doesn’t meet anyone’s standards because they didn’t give themselves the time to properly decorate? What if people hate it so much they stop coming? Then Virgil will be alone on Halloween and-

“Whoa, Virge. Hey, look at me. There you go.” Roman smiles when Virgil looks up, not realizing that they were staring at their hands, picking nervously at their cuticles. “This is why I’m not letting you out yet; you need to calm down first. I will not stand by while you run yourself ragged trying to make the ‘perfect party’. It’s always amazing and you know it. Take a deep breath.” Virgil nods, squeezing their hands and focusing on the slight sting of their nails digging into their palms. They took a couple deep breaths, counting out the steps in their head until their mind was clearer.

“Okay, Prince, let me out.” Roman studies their expression before he steps out of the way with a sweeping bow. “Of course, Shay.” They walk past Roman, rubbing the last dregs of sleep out of their makeup-free eyes. Just one more thing to add to the list of 1,000 Things To Do Before 4 PM. Costume.

Virgil wanders into the kitchen to find Patton finishing up on lunch. Patton turns around and smiles brightly at the sight of his friend- making Virgil’s heart skip a beat – and clapping his hands together. “There you are sleepy head! You hungry? Lunch is almost ready.” Virgil pouted slightly and slunk into a chair. “I wouldn’t have slept so late if someone hadn’t threatened the Crofter’s.” Patton doesn’t even look apologetic as he turns back to the stir fry. “V, we both know you seriously needed the extra rest. Just how much have you been sleeping the last few weeks?” He leveled Virgil with a look over his shoulder, and Virgil pales slightly.

“…About 9 hours a week.”

“Exactly. Don’t you feel better now?” Patton starts to serve up the food onto four plates. Virgil hated to admit it, but Patton was right. They felt a lot better after sleeping ten solid hours. They hadn’t even realized how exhausted they felt until they didn’t. But then again, that always seemed to be how it was; their work kept them up at the strangest hours, and they were plenty used to getting little-to-no sleep.

Being a writer was hard, and nobody understood.

Patton sets a plate in front of Virgil, startling them out of their thoughts. He smiles a little apologetically before poking his head out of the kitchen to call the other two into the kitchen. He sits down across from Virgil with a grin and starts eating as Logan and Roman wander in. Roman sits next to Patton, starting to eat with mumbled praises of Patton’s cooking. Logan sits beside Virgil, giving them a small smile that they return, and they quickly hide their face when Patton looks over, starting to eat.

Virgil wolfs down their food, thanking Patton and tossing their plate precariously into the sink before going about party preparations. They still have a few decorations to put up (read: half of them), they had to make sure their backyard wasn’t a complete disaster, and they had to prepare all the food they’d gotten a few days ago. They practically run to their garage, throwing the door open and getting the last two Halloween boxes down, carrying them into the living room and starting to pull out decorations, starting with the living room, moving through the entryway and then the kitchen. They paused once those rooms were done. Should they decorate the hallway? People would be using their bathroom, so… Yeah, they should definitely decorate the hall and bathroom. They check the boxes to make sure they had enough, smiling to themselves. It was a good idea to buy more decorations when they’d gone to the store.

By the time they’re starting on the hallway, their three friends have finished eating and silently start helping as well. Patton starts getting the snacks together, pulling out bowls and arranging food and opening bag after bag, dumping them into the Halloween themed bowls. Roman goes about getting the activities together, grabbing the large barrel-like bucket out of the garage and filling it with water, cleaning the apples Virgil had bought and putting them in the bucket before moving onto the next thing. Logan went into the backyard, making sure the decorations had maintained their integrity and doing some light yardwork to keep the yard neat.

Virgil finished decorating the bathroom, smirking to themselves at the sinister spirit girl they’d affixed to the mirror. That thing was so creepy if you saw it with the lights off. They did one last glance-over of the bathroom and hallway before heading to their room and getting their costume together, slipping into the bathroom attached to their room to apply their makeup. Hopefully (more than likely) the others had thought to bring their own costumes.

It was a well-known fact that Virgil refused entry to anyone not in a costume, and this applied to their friends too.

What? They wanted authenticity, plus it made the party more fun. If their house was full of adults in casual day clothes it’d feel too much like a faculty Christmas party. They ended up accidentally slipping their arm in the hood of their costume and stared at it in confusion for a moment before realizing their mistake, taking the hoodie off and trying again. They adjusted it to make sure it wasn’t too bunched up and sat on the bathroom counter, grabbing their makeup. The great thing about their usual makeup routine and this costume was that they were pretty similar in style, so they didn’t have to use those cheap oily Halloween makeups.

They carefully apply the makeup, having been practicing for days to get it right so that they wouldn’t have to be stressing about it now, and look at themselves in the mirror. Sufficiently creepy. Very nice. They adjust their costume one last time, pulling the hood over their head and tying two of the sleeves behind their back before leaving their room. They mess with their sleeves, wondering if they should have made them shorter – seriously, why did they think making sleeves almost twice as long as their arms was a good idea? – and walk into the living room, where the other three are. Roman is dressed as The Beast (after he turns back into a human, of course), Patton as Belle, and Logan is dressed as Cogsworth, minute and hour hands drawn on his face. Virgil snorts, sitting on the back of the armchair away from all of them.

Patton looks away from the TV when Virgil sits down, gasping and jumping in alarm. That… is exactly why Virgil was sitting on the armchair instead of the couch. They turn their head away, their hoodie obscuring their face. Maybe this costume wasn’t such a good idea after a-

“I LOVE IT!!!” Patton jumps up and launches himself at Virgil, hugging them around their waist and pausing. “Wait… do you HAVE EXTRA ARMS???” Virgil startles slightly at the hug, blushing and nodding. “They’re fake, obviously, but yeah.” Patton squeals and hugs them again. “I love it kiddo, that’s so amazing!”

“…Thanks Pat.” Their face was burning. How red were they right now? Could anyone see under the makeup?

Roman and Logan get up, coming over to the armchair. Roman walks around it to see as much of the costume as possible, starting slightly and laughing in amazement at the hood. “This thing is positively creepy, it’s perfect.” He pokes a fang and draws his hand back when it actually hurts. He won’t be doing that again. “How long did it take to make this?” Virgil shrugs. “A couple months. I didn’t have much free time between writing and preparing for Halloween.” Logan ran his fingers along the yellow stitching; an odd choice, but it fit so well that he couldn’t really raise any complaints.

“Your work is exquisite, as always.” Virgil tries to hide their smile. Patton flips his hair over his shoulder – because he couldn’t be Belle without the wig, Logan, he just couldn’t! – and lets go of Virgil. “So! When is everyone going to get here?” Virgil looks at the wall clock over the couch. “Well…. I told them 4, so we should have-“ A knock at the door sounds. Virgil sighs. “absolutely no time to ourselves.”

They go to answer the door, Remy forcing his way inside almost as soon as the door’s open enough to slip in. “Guuuurl! Love what you did with the place, and that eyeshadow? So gothic chic.”

Virgil rolls their eyes. “Like you have room to talk-“ They check Remy’s necklace; the ‘he’ pendant is dangling from the thin chain. “Mr. Friday Night Makeover. What’s up with the costume?” They gesture up and down Remy’s lanky frame. The left half of Remy is a witch; green skin, black dress, long gnarly nails and wild black hair under (half of) a witch’s hat. The right half of Remy is a wizard; white beard, blue robe decorated with silver stars, and (half of) a pointy wizard hat. Remy tsks and flaps a hand dismissively. “It’s like, the Halloween version of that half-man-half-woman costume. Keep up, Virge.”

Huh. That was actually…. Kind of clever. Virgil rolls their eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You gonna stand in my doorway all day or do you wanna watch a movie with us while we wait?” Remy walks further into the house, raising an eyebrow at the other three on the couch. “Wait? Babe, this is Halloween! You’re throwing a party! There’s no such thing as waiting.” A Starbucks cup appears in his hand almost as if out of nowhere.

It’s another twenty minutes of watching movies and gossiping (because you can’t be friends with Remy without being pulled into his gossip) before anyone else arrives. It starts with the occasional ringing of the doorbell, Virgil getting up to let people in, everyone kind of congregating in the living room to watch movies. Then the ringing was near constant, until the house was crowded, the TV was turned off, and Virgil just had their door propped open so they didn’t have to keep answering it. Virgil had their Halloween soundtrack playing from the speakers, and they wandered through the crowd, keeping their gaze a little low.

They loved these parties – obviously, since they hosted them – but they’d never been good with crowds. They chat with a few friends, a stranger or two, but they mostly keep to themselves. They lost the other four about an hour ago, unable to find them in all the strange costumes and disguised faces. You’d think a poofy yellow dress would be easy to spot, but you’ve never seen a house full of superheroes, gorgons, genderbends and princesses. It was a lot.

Scream went off for the 46th time that night, Mufasa stumbling back with a cry and slapping the ghost.

Virgil scoffs and wanders into the kitchen. It was usually empty, since all the food and games were in the other rooms. They look out the window at all the cars parked along the street, and the groups of people in their front yard. They sat on the counter, watching people pass and looking for their friends.

Patton hadn’t even realized he was separated from the others until he’d turned to point something out to Virgil, only to realize the other wasn’t there. He shrugged to himself, figuring that the others were all adults and could take care of themselves. Besides, this was Virgil’s house! It was fine. He wandered through the front and back yards, through the house, and back again, talking to people and complimenting costumes, figuring he’d find his friends when he was meant to. He smiled as Thriller came up on Virgil’s playlist and the crowd cheered. They had such good taste in music.

He walked through the back of the house just to cover his bases, finding Virgil’s room empty and a very wet Roman being assisted by a very exasperated Logan in the bathroom. Apparently, he’d fallen into the apple bobbing bucket. That was just hilarious, and sad. In fact, he could say it was…

“Don’t you dare.”

“Oh my god.”

“-applesolutely terrible!”

Twin groans followed him as he shut the door with a laugh. He heads into the living room just as Thriller is ending, and he spots Virgil sitting in the kitchen. He bounds into the room, hugging Virgil tightly and missing the blush on their cheeks. “Virgil! I’ve been looking all over for you, kiddo! Are you okay?” Virgil clears their throat and nods. “I’m fine, Pat. I was just trying to find you guys, figured it might be easier if I didn’t move.” Patton nods and takes Virgil’s hand, in no way missing how the other’s cheeks color. “Well, here I am! Come on, let’s go party!” Virgil rolls their eyes and hops off the counter, letting Patton drag them back into the fray.

Patton sticks by their side, not letting go of their hand as they wander around the room, chatting occasionally. Virgil feels completely relaxed, grounding themselves with the feeling of Patton’s hand in theirs. The blush never quite leaves their face, their cheeks a little pink, and they hope people just assume they’re drunk. Monster Mash starts up, and Patton gasps loudly, spinning to face Virgil. Oh no.

“Dance with me!”

Shit. “I don’t know, I’m not much of a dancer, Pat.” Patton pouts. “….Fine.” Virgil concedes, and Patton cheers, dragging them to a clearer part of the room. Virgil never could resist those puppy dog eyes, even when they were surrounded by fake brown ringlets.

Patton was not by any means a good dancer, but Virgil loved watching him. His face was so carefree, enjoying the moment with his best friend and not caring what other people thought of him. The mood was infectious, and soon Virgil found themselves giving in and starting to dance too. They didn’t think they were any better than Patton, but dammit they weren’t going to let that keep them from having fun. The crowd had backed away slightly as the two danced, giving them more room, and when the song was over, Virgil burst into laughter. That was the stupidest thing they’ve ever done. Well….. yeah, no, dumbest thing ever. They looked at Patton, who’s lips were parted slightly and a slight pink on his cheeks. He smiled, a look in his eyes Virgil couldn’t place. Black Magic Woman started, making Virgil turn absolutely red, and Patton got a mischievous look in his eye. He held out a hand to Virgil. “Wanna dance?”

Virgil wanted to quip back that they already had, Patton didn’t need to ask, but the words died in their throat and they nodded. Patton’s smile grew as they took Virgil’s hand and spun them so their back was facing him. When Patton stood behind them to the left and took their hands, their eyes widened. He wanted to..? But they’d taken that class two years ago! As a joke! Virgil was going to totally embarrass themselves! They didn’t have time to object; as soon as they were in position, Patton started moving, and Virgil went with him on instinct. They thought belatedly that if Patton was in a dress, then they should be leading, but it’s not like it really mattered. Besides, Patton always lead.

Their movements were smooth, coordinated, perfectly choreographed as they moved in sync, swaying their hips as they danced together. A smile danced on Virgil’s lips as they moved with Patton, swallowing their laughter in favor of not messing up. By the look on his face, Patton wasn’t feeling too different. They felt so much happiness and energy, their chest swelled with it and almost made it hard to breathe. When Patton put his hands on Virgil’s waist and they moved together, barely a breath between them, Virgil couldn’t keep the blush off their face. Patton spun Virgil back around to face him as they danced to the final part of the song, movements growing quicker as the tempo picked up. They were both panting slightly, not breaking eye contact, trusting the other to move as fluidly as them and stay in sync. On the final note of the song, Patton’s arms wrapped around Virgil and dipped them, making their hoodie fall back.

It was silent for a moment before the surrounding crowd broke out into loud cheers, Virgil and Patton finally letting their laughter loose as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Their cheeks were pink, though from the dancing or something else, no one could really say. They caught their breath, Patton still holding Virgil. When he realized this, his cheeks darkened and he straightened up, letting go of Virgil. They tried not to be too disappointed, feeling the loss of Patton’s arms as if they were being exposed to the cold for the first time. People closed in, asking Virgil and Patton where they’d learned to dance like that, how long they’ve been together, if they competed in shows. The second question made Virgil blush even worse, and both they and Patton rushed to tell their audience that no, they weren’t together, they were just really close friends.

They’d taken a salsa class together as a joke (and a dare from Roman, who already knew both salsa and tango, the show off) a couple years ago, and haven’t danced together since. It’s not that they hated it, or didn’t like dancing with each other, it was just… complicated. Salsa was a pretty intimate dance style, and as Virgil’s feelings for Patton grew, they found it hard to dance with him without letting their feelings carry them away. And now they were feeling all of that again, watching Patton’s face as he talked to old college friends, gesturing animatedly as he talked about their first few lessons when Virgil kept stepping on his foot. His eyes were alight with memories and Virgil couldn’t help by stare at how his lips wrapped around the words he spoke.

They started slightly when they realized they were staring, quickly excusing themselves from the conversation and absconding to their room. They pulled their hood back up as they walked, only to tear it off their head again once their door was shut behind them. Their sleeve-covered hands came up to cover their face, careful not to rub any makeup off as they took deep breaths. Come on Virgil, you need to relax. Now is not the time to swoon over your best friend of seventeen years. You’re throwing a Halloween party, go out, be a good host, and have fun. Just bury these feelings deep down until everyone goes home and then you can eat a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, okay?

Virgil nods to themselves, heading back out into the party (after making sure their makeup wasn’t messed up, of course) and mingling in the crowd. They got dozens of compliments on their costume, and even more when they informed people that it was hand-made. They hadn’t seen any of their friends since they came out of their room, and they figured Patton probably went off looking for Roman and Logan when Virgil disappeared. They made their way outside, declining the offer to bob for apples; if they did, their makeup would most certainly be ruined. Not to mention the water; it’d be murky with black eyeshadow. Eugh.

They headed back inside, gravitating over to the dining room table to see the carved pumpkins on display. It’d been Patton’s idea to have a pumpkin carving contest, and Virgil didn’t see a problem with it (aside from the cost of the pumpkins. Jesus Christ) and had it set up in the dining room. It looked like everyone was pretty much done, but there were still a couple pumpkins left, so Virgil sat down and grabbed their tools, getting to work.

Patton found them there half an hour later, still working on their pumpkin. They were carving something more three-dimensional, so they weren’t just carving out chunks and calling it a night. They were carving (more like witling, honestly) the famous Nightmare Before Christmas scene, with Sally and Jack on that hill. They were fortunate enough that the pumpkin they chose was thick-skinned, so they had plenty to work with. They were about three-quarters done with it, focusing more on the scenery after having finished the two characters. Patton smiles, standing back for a few minutes to watch before moving forward to sit by Virgil, smiling at them. “That looks really gourd! Maybe you should’ve been a pumpkin carver instead of a writer.” He joked, and Virgil blew their hair out of their face.

“Not enough money in pumpkin carving, I checked.”

Patton laughs, hugging Virgil around their shoulders. God, he loved them so much. They were so amazing. Virgil blushed slightly at the close contact and focused on the pumpkin, Patton watching silently. Once Virgil was finally done, they sat back with a soft sigh.

“Well, you should enter that, you’d definitely win!” Virgil smirks and rolls their eyes. “I’m the judge, Pat.” Patton blinks.

“Oh, right…. Do you wanna see mine?”

Virgil raises an eyebrow and nods, and Patton gets up to grab his pumpkin, hidden behind all the rest. His heart is pounding as he places it next to Virgil’s pumpkin, smiling as he sits back down. This was a huge risk, honestly, and he was just hoping that Virgil wouldn’t be mad he wasted a pumpkin. Virgil just stares at it silently for a moment, and Patton starts to worry that they really will get mad. He chews on his bottom lip, watching intently. Slowly, Virgil’s face turns red, and they glance down at their lap and nod. Patton squeals and hugs Virgil tightly, knocking the both of them to the ground. Virgil opens their mouth to protest, but Patton cuts them off by kissing them (he’s going to have black lips now, great). Patton was right, today was great.

On the table, in front of all the other pumpkins, sits a mostly-finished carving of Jack and Sally on a hill. Next to it, a crudely carved out Jack-O-Lantern with a storm cloud and a heart with glasses, separated by five jagged words.

Will you be my boyfriend?

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #halloween #remy sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders

34 notes · View notes

dr-gloom · 6 years

Text

Simply Meant To Be

I have to repost this because I changed my URL (never doing that again -_-) so here we go! Day 1 of @sanderssidesspook‘s Spook Month! Virgil’s costume is @fangirltothefullest‘s Moxei

Prompt: Costume Party

Fandom: Sander’s Sides

Paring: Moxiety

Words: 4,985

Summary: Virgil really loves Halloween, and parties. Especially Halloween parties. Patton really loves Virgil.

Tags/Warnings: Human AU, costumes, Virgil is non-binary, Remy is genderfluid, hence the costume

Enjoy!

AO3

fic masterlist

like what I do? buy me a coffee or GoFundMe

Reblogs > Likes

Taglist:

@hungry-red-panda

They just really liked Halloween.

God, it was going to be amazing.

Virgil hummed in agreement and closed their eyes, not realizing how tired they were as they almost instantly fell asleep.

“…About 9 hours a week.”

Being a writer was hard, and nobody understood.

It was a well-known fact that Virgil refused entry to anyone not in a costume, and this applied to their friends too.

“…Thanks Pat.” Their face was burning. How red were they right now? Could anyone see under the makeup?

They go to answer the door, Remy forcing his way inside almost as soon as the door’s open enough to slip in. “Guuuurl! Love what you did with the place, and that eyeshadow? So gothic chic.”

Scream went off for the 46th time that night, Mufasa stumbling back with a cry and slapping the ghost.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Oh my god.”

“-applesolutely terrible!”

“Dance with me!”

“Not enough money in pumpkin carving, I checked.”

“Well, you should enter that, you’d definitely win!” Virgil smirks and rolls their eyes. “I’m the judge, Pat.” Patton blinks.

“Oh, right…. Do you wanna see mine?”

Will you be my boyfriend?

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #virgil sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders

6 notes · View notes