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honey-dewey · 4 years ago

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All the Write Places

Pairing: Javier Peña/Reader

Word Count: 3,041

Warnings: Mentions of canon typical violence, some use of (Y/N)

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell

A collection of letters between the Reader, who is still in Texas with Javier’s family, and Javier while he’s hunting Escobar in Columbia.

Mi Amor,

It’s Javier again. I know it’s been too long since my last letter, but the DEA doesn’t want any of my personal information to be intercepted. Steve is doing well. He and Connie just adopted a baby. I think her name is Olivia.

I’m sorry I haven’t called in a while. It’s for the same reason I don’t write all too often. I can’t wait to see you again, I promise it will be soon.

Yours forever, Javier.

P.S. keep an eye out for a package.

———

My Javi,

I miss you so much my dear. Your last letter brought me to tears, and I’m over the moon about the package. The jacket is huge on me, but it smells just like you. You be sure to give the Murphys my love, and kiss their little girl for me.

Things are alright here at home. Your mother treats me like one of her own kids, and it’s very sweet. Your father has begun to teach me Spanish, and your cousins constantly ask about when their Uncle Javi is coming home.

We all miss you, but I miss you most my dear. I can’t wait to see you again.

Yours truly, (Y/N).

———

Mi Amor,

The Murphys insist I tell you Olivia is doing well and has received your love. The hunt is long, but the promise of you waiting for me at home is a sure comfort.

I apologize, but I must keep my letters short. Just know that I love you and I will be coming home. I promise.

Yours forever, Javier.

———

Mi Corazón,

I know you must keep your letters short, but your mother insists you write more. She misses you dearly. I don’t think she understands the gravity of your job. Your father understands. He is worried for you, and his brother helped him rig his radio to listen to the Colombian news. Every time I hear that name, I shiver. He’s a horrible horrible man, and I cannot wait to see him rot in prison.

To keep this letter happy, I want to tell you your sister is pregnant! She’s overjoyed, and so am I. I know you won’t be home to meet the baby, but I’ll send photos, just as I always do.

I love you my dear. I’ll wait for you to return to me, no matter how long that is.

Yours truly, (Y/N).

———

Mi Amor,

The pictures were just what I needed. They are in my apartment, and I put the one of you and my parents on my desk so you’re always with me.

Tell my sister I’m proud of her and cannot wait to meet my niece or nephew. With luck, we’ll be home soon.

I’m sending another package for you and the family. I love you.

Yours forever, Javier.

———

Mi Corazón,

The pregnancy continues to go well, and the kids loved your package. I’m glad you enjoyed the photos.

Unfortunately, I don’t know when I’ll be able to write again. I know it’s hard for you, but my mother just passed, and I’m headed back north for the funeral and to spend some time with my dad. I’ll give them your love, as always.

I wish you were by my side, Javier. The days seem so long without you.

Yours truly, (Y/N).

———

Mi Corazón

You shouldn’t have called me Javier. It was risky, for the both of us. However, I do so desperately miss your voice. I’m glad I got to speak with you.

I promised I’d write when I returned to Texas, and I am home beside your family once more. They’re all jealous I got to speak with you, but the adults understand. Your mother especially understood, and made me swear to tell you she wants you to call for Christmas.

Javier, if at all possible, please listen to that annoying American station on the radio, you know the one that’s obsessed with 50’s music? We listen every night during dinner, and it would warm my heart if I knew you were listening too.

Give Murphy my love. Tell him I can’t wait to meet him one day.

Yours truly, (Y/N).

———

Mi Amor,

I apologize for the call, but you must understand why I risked it. I couldn’t have you grieve alone, not without me to help you through that pain.

I do know the station you wrote about, and I agree it’s annoying. The boys at the office like it, and it’s on while we work. Knowing you listen to it too, it makes my heart swell. One day, we’ll listen to those old songs together, I promise.

My letters will be few and far between, and I apologize. Things are getting worse here, but I vow to return to you alive and whole.

Yours forever, Javier.

———

Mi Corazón,

You mother has decided our song is that Bobby Darrin song that plays every day. The one about the man who’s away from his woman and wishes he could grow wings and fly to her side? Beyond the Sea, she says it’s called.

Your father always changes the station when he thinks we’re all asleep. He listens to the Colombian news, and I think he prays. You said he doesn’t miss you, but he does. He absolutely does.

In other news, your sister is about ready to pop. She’s always complaining about how much her back hurts, and she’s adamant that the baby is staying in all nine months only to make her suffer. I’ve enclosed pictures, because we all painted her stomach and it was hilarious.

I hope to hear from you again before Christmas. The holidays haven’t been the same without you.

Yours truly, (Y/N).

———

Mi Amor,

And I thought my family decorated for Christmas. Columbia has some of the nicest holiday decorations I’ve ever seen. I tried to get Murphy to photograph them, but they didn’t turn out quite right. I’ve sent them anyway.

Tell my sister I cannot wait to meet my niece or nephew. I’m sure that tiny bundle of joy will be just what you need over the holidays.

The Embassy is allowing me to call on Christmas, and I’m allowed to stay on the line for as long as it’s safe. With the precautions they’ve taken, I might even be able to talk with you for hours, my love. I cannot wait. It will be the best Christmas present, being able to hear your voice.

Yours forever, Javier.

———

Mi Corazón,

I don’t know when this letter will reach you, but the baby came today! Only a day before Christmas. Your sister is pissed that she’ll be spending Christmas in the hospital, but the baby, a beautiful little girl, is so cute. She’s lifted everyone’s spirits, and the promise of your call tomorrow is only making them happier.

I know this will be our reality for as long as it just be, but I want you home Javier. It sounds selfish, I know, but I want you beside me, no matter the price. Please come home soon, my love, or I fear I may forget you.

I’m eagerly awaiting your call. I’ll talk to you soon.

Yours truly, (Y/N).

———

Mi Amor,

Hearing your voice was just what I needed today. I assume I’ll be receiving a letter soon that tells me my sister had her baby, but I couldn’t wait to write.

My love, I have a surprise for you. Before you get excited, I’m not coming home soon. The fight only grows harder, and I don’t know if I’ll be home for years. But I found you a gift, one I know you’ll adore. I must be there to give it to you, in person. I know, how cruel of me to deny you your gift for what may be years. Just know, I will never forget it. It sits on my desk and Murphy teases me about it relentlessly. One day, I’ll give it to you. One day.

I’ll see you again, my love. I swear it.

Yours forever, Javier.

———

Mi Corazón,

Your last letter stunned me Javi! You must’ve written that as soon as we hung up. As for the gift, it will be aging waiting for it. Am I allowed to guess? Will you tell me when I get it right?

Your mother was a bit disappointed you couldn’t be with us for Christmas. She made an absolutely heavenly apple pie that she said is your favorite.

The baby grows stronger with every passing day. Maybe one day, she and the Murphy’s little girl can be friends. I think they’d like that.

I’ll see you soon Javier.

Yours truly, (F/N).

———

Mi Amor,

This will be hard to hear. I’ve had trouble simply writing it, and I know it will be hell to read. I have to stop sending letters. One of the DEA’s men wrote a letter to his wife, and two days later he was found dead in a river. It won’t be forever, and I will still receive every letter you send me as long as you keep mailing them they way you are, but we cannot risk anyone finding me right now.

To answer your previous question, yes. Please guess what the gift is. I bet you’ll never be able to guess.

I’ll write as soon as I can.

Yours forever, Javier.

———

Mi Corazón,

Not knowing whether you’ve received my letters will be torture Javi. But, as you’ve told me many times, I must remain strong. I will admit I cried when your last letter arrived, but then I imagined you sitting next to a radio, listening to our song at the same time I did, and it was like you were beside me. I miss you dearly Javier, but I will remain brave until your next letter arrives.

Until then, I will simply have to keep you updated. The baby is almost three months now and starting to be a troublemaker, just like her uncle. Your sister jokes her first word will be ‘Javi’ with how much we speak of you around the house.

I also heard, via phone, that Connie is back in the states with Olivia. She says Columbia was just too much, but promised to come and visit me. Give Steve my condolences, I know it must be hard.

Until my next letter, I love you dear.

Yours truly, (F/N).

P.S. Is the gift that book I spoke of over Christmas?

———

Mi Corazón,

Another month, another letter. Now, I make no effort to conceal myself when I listen to the Columbian news with your father and mother. Your mother cries, and your father prays. Sometimes I cry with her, and sometimes I pray with him. It’s hard, not knowing who’s reading this letter first.

Connie came to visit, and she brought Olivia. She’s such a sweet thing, and she adores your cousins. She told me about what she’s seen, what’s happened to her, and I wish for you home more than ever. It sounds horrible, her retellings coupled with the news I barely understand, it sounds awful. The price on your head, and yet you walk around anyway. Please, my heart, be careful. I cannot lose you.

Yours truly, (Y/N).

P.S. This guessing game is such fun. Your sister gave me an idea. Is your gift a camera? I doubt it is, but she wanted me to ask.

———

Mi Corazón,

I apologize for not writing for months. I was traveling to visit my father. He had a health scare and wanted me by his side.

The baby is almost eight months now! Her first word was ‘Javi,’ and we all had a big laugh about it. It’s painful not having you here, or at least having letters.

I listen to our song every night, whenever it’s on the radio. Your sister teases me for it, but I don’t care. It connects me to you. To makes me wonder if some day, we could have a future where there’s no threat, where we could be together.

Please promise me Javier, you won’t get involved with any of this dangerous shit happening in Columbia if you can help it.

Yours truly, (Y/N).

P.S. is the gift jewelry? Your mother thinks it’s a ring.

———

Mi Amor,

I have another torturous request. Please stop writing. Your last letter was intercepted by his men and it was almost very bad. Before I go, please know I listen to our song every night. Tell my sister I love her and her tiny troublemaker, my mother I wish I were home, and my father I’m grateful for the prayers. As for you, I miss you so much my love. I tried to delay the inevitable, but we must stop communicating. I love you, no matter how far apart we are. I’ll write as soon as it’s safe.

Yours forever, Javier.

P.S. No it isn’t the book, no it isn’t a camera, and yes it is jewelry.

———

Mi Amor,

Are you still the same person I wrote to years ago? How’s my sister and my niece, and my parents? How are you? And your father? Murphy and I are good, if a little stressed, because I know you’ll ask.

Things have gone maddeningly quiet. He’s gone, it seems. Disappeared, but I’m sure the radio told you. I know you asked me not to get involved, but I did, and I think I’m in trouble for it. Big trouble.

Anyway, I may be home soon, depending on how it all goes. I cannot wait to kiss you again.

Apologies for such a short message after years of nothing. I missed so much, you’ll have to tell me all about it.

Yours forever, Javier.

———

Mi Amor,

Please tell me these letters are reaching you. Are you still with my parents? Should I call? I think I will, at the end of the week. It’s Monday now. I guess I should tell you, right?

I received good news for you today. They’re sending me home. I know, he isn’t dead yet. But every action has a consequence and unfortunately mine are sending me home before my job is done. Murphy is understandably upset. Yelled for almost twenty minutes about how it wasn’t fair. I’d put my life on hold for almost a decade to catch Escobar, it was only right I was there when he was brought down.

But life isn’t like that, and I’ll be on a plane home in a week or two. I can’t wait to see you. I hope you’re still waiting for me.

Yours forever, Javier.

———

“Mi hija?”

You looked around, seeing Javier’s mother come out for you. The tinny radio playing your song flickered next to your leg. It was on repeat, on a CD Javier’s cousin had burned for you. You’d taken to sitting on the porch swing after dinner was over, simply to take your mind off things. The letters were stacked beside you, the newest one on top. You hadn’t had the energy to even open the new ones. What could you possibly say after years apart? Who would he be? Was he still your Javier?

“Mi hija?”

“Yes mamá?”

Javier’s mother sat beside you. “There’s a new letter in the kitchen for you.”

You smiled. “Okay.”

Standing and gathering your letters and the radio, you followed Javier’s mother into the kitchen. It was warm, and there was an envelope with your name on it resting on the counter.

Picking it up, you turned it over to see two tiny words scrawled across the back.

Open me

You popped the letter open, seeing a small card inside.

The porch. Hurry, before the sun goes down.

Confused, you headed back outside, where the sun had just begun to paint the sky. There was someone on the porch swing, rocking back and forth and humming your song, the same song that was playing from the radio by his side.

The creak of the porch door brought his attention to you, and you immediately put your hands over your mouth and sobbed. “Javi.”

“Mi amor,” he said, standing and wrapping you in a hug. “Oh how I’ve missed you. I promised I’d come home.”

“You did,” you said weakly, collapsing into the hug. “Oh Javier, my heart I’ve missed you.”

Javier kissed the top of your head, smiling as you pulled away a bit. “May I have this dance?”

You laughed, beginning to sway as Javier swayed, both humming your song.

Eventually, once the sun had set completely and the Texas stars were out, you and Javier separated, sitting together on the porch swing.

“Oh,” Javier said, standing suddenly. “Your gift!”

You smiled. “You forgot?”

“I was too busy with something else,” Javier said. “But I think I’ve made you wait long enough, mi amor. Close your eyes.”

You did, closing your eyes and hearing him shuffle in front of you. After a minute of silence, Javier spoke. “Open your eyes.”

Opening your eyes, you gasped. Javier was on one knee before you, holding out a gorgeous ring. “I knew,” he whispered softly. “I knew the minute I received your first letter that I wanted to marry you. If we had been married all those years ago, you would’ve been able to come with me, to have me by your side. And now, if you’ll have me, I want to remain here, with you at my side and with me at yours, for the rest of my life. No more letters, my love.”

You nodded, crying as you practically threw yourself into Javier’s arms. “Yes!” You said happily. “Yes!”

Javier smiled, sliding the ring onto your finger. A perfect fit. “Now we’ll always be together,” he said, kissing your knuckles. “Always.”

Kissing Javier firmly, you nodded. “Always. No matter what.”

And you did stick together. The day he got sent back, you packed a bag and boarded the plane right beside him, ready for whatever horrors would await you. He didn’t want you going, but you insisted. Together always, no matter what.

#narcos #Javier Pena #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #Pedro Pascal #My writing

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lovedsammy · 5 years ago

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all I want (for Christmas); [commission for petrichoravellichor]

This was commissioned by @petrichoravellichor, who wanted a fluffy holiday fic (Christmas shopping, decorating, etc) with Sam & Jack as the primary focus with optional Sam, Cas & Jack or Sastiel w/ Jack. :) So there’s slight Sastiel, but not explicitly romantic until the end. No smut, though.

Also, for the timeline: I set this to be just after 14x08 but before 14x09.

It’d started off as a relatively quiet Saturday.

They hadn’t had any luck with finding any cases recently, and Sam was pretty grateful for that. They needed some down time, to settle in and hibernate like bunch of hermits, as Dean had said. They’d just gotten Jack back not too long ago, after all, and the holidays were fast approaching. And with the holidays came the change of the weather. Opening the front door that morning after he’d gotten dressed to go for a run, Sam had been stunned to see the first active snowfall of the year. There was barely a few inches on the ground, but it had been enough for Team Free Will to decide that going out likely wasn’t going to happen. So they were just going to hang in, drink hot chocolate, and binge-watch holiday movies. Or, at least, that was the plan, until Jack, ever so restless, came bounding into the library, paper and pen in hand.

“We should go Christmas shopping,” He declares.

Sam, Dean and Cas all look up from their various activities — Sam researching away on his laptop, Dean in the middle of eating his breakfast, and Cas reading some type of Enochian text that seemed more out of boredom than any pure interest.

“Christmas shopping,” Dean deadpans.

Jack, to his credit, is not the least bit put out by Dean’s nonchalance. “Yeah! It’s already the middle of December and we barely have any decorations up. And we haven’t even exchanged ideas for presents, either. So I wrote mine down, and I need you guys to tell me yours.”

Sam cuts Dean off when his brother opens his mouth to retort. “Yeah, cool, Jack. We can do that. Let me see your list.” Sam shuts his laptop and eases over to Jack, reading the list over the kid’s shoulder. To his surprise, it was a relatively short list, but at least it contained more than Nougat this year. Last year, that was all the kid really wanted, apart from the Star Wars funko pop collection.

“Well, you know what? You kids can go do all the shopping you want, I’m staying here.” Dean snorts. “Ain’t no way in Hell I’m driving out in all this muck. As for the gifts, get us whatever you want, Jack, it’s up to you.”

Sam wants to quip that Dean drives out in the snow more than he does, but resists. Jack turns soft eyes onto Sam, practically pleading, and the hunter nods his assent. He wasn’t opposed to it, plus it needed to get done sooner or later, anyway. The Winchesters were always late with Christmas, if they chose to celebrate at all. With Jack and their Mom here now, they had no reason not to celebrate.

“All right, go grab your stuff. Let’s go shopping.”

“Yes!” Jack cheers, already running back to his room to grab his coat. Sam hides a smile behind his fringe. The kid was way too cute sometimes, especially now that he was human.

“Cas, you going or you staying?” Dean asks gruffly, already chomping back down on his bacon.

Castiel opens his mouth and closes it again for several seconds, looking comically in Sam’s opinion, like a fish out of water. It creates a flutter in the younger Winchester’s stomach. “I don’t know if I…” He trails off when Jack comes sprinting back into the room, already donning his winter coat, scarf, and gloves, and looking every bit like a kid at Christmas, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. “I’ll stay here,” The angel decides. “I don’t have much experience with the selection of gifts.”

Sam frowns at him. Wouldn’t it be good for Cas to come with, to participate in the festivities with his son too? Surely Jack would want that. But to his surprise, Jack shrugs.

“Oh, that’s okay, Cas. I’ve got an idea of what to get you anyway, and I don’t want you to see it.” The boy smiles brightly at Sam and reaches for his coat sleeve, tugging a little. Sam chuckles to himself and nods at his brother and Cas.

“All right, we’re going. See you in a bit.”

Getting out to the local Walmart takes them a bit longer than expected, but otherwise, hadn’t been too bad of a drive, in all honesty. Sam had wrestled with the idea of where to shop, and finally decided on Walmart since it was closest to the bunker, and it had almost everything. Upon entering, they see that it’s not really crowded, so shopping would be pretty easy without the massive holiday crowds. Jack lights up when he spots the large Christmas tree in the center of the store, adorned in tinsel and lights and ornaments.

“We should get a tree like that! It’d look amazing in the bunker. Oh! And this!” Jack bounces over to the outdoor reindeer sleigh set, climbing up into the seat. Sam can’t help but smile as he watches him. Jack really was like a two year old in so many ways, despite physically being eighteen or nineteen. His innocence, how he perceived the world…. Sam honestly wishes that Jack could have it forever. “What do you think, Sam?”

The memory of the boy lying so ill in bed, asleep in death, comes unbidden to mind and Sam shakes it off. Jack almost hadn’t been here to enjoy this, the thrill of the holiday spirit. He clears his throat.

“Might be a little hard to get that into the trunk, Jack,” Sam easily lets him down, choosing not to tell him that they didn’t have a porch to put it on anyway. “But we can get the tree, okay? What do you say we get the gifts and then grab the stuff for decorating?”

Jack nods easily, jumping back down. “Okay. What kind of stuff does Dean like?”

Sam huffs a laugh. “Dean’s easy. It’s Cas that’s hard to shop for.”

“Oh. He doesn’t like Christmas?”

“I don’t think it’s that,”’ Sam says. “It’s more that he feels he doesn’t need to do the Christmas thing because he’s not human. It took Dean and me years to convince him to even sit down and watch Christmas movies with us. I think he does it more for our sake than any real investment. And now for you, of course.”

Jack absorbs this. “I see. What about Dean? He doesn’t seem like he likes Christmas, either.”

“Dean’s… a bit of a sourpuss at times,” Sam remarks. “Believe me, he never used to be. He’s actually the one that got me to celebrate Christmas again.”

“Why’d you stop?”

The question is innocent enough, but it still makes Sam’s mouth go a little bit dry. He tries to explain in the gentlest voice possible. “Dean and I, we had a lot of lonely years, Jack. Our father was gone a lot on Christmas, and Mom was... well, you know. But we still celebrated as much as we could as kids, even if we didn’t get a ton of gifts under the tree or candy in our stockings. But when Dean… after he sold his soul for me, I couldn’t face the idea of a Christmas without him, and so I just… stopped.”

He trails off, and glances at Jack, to see the boy looking sorrowfully at him.

“I’m sorry, Sam.”

“It’s okay,” Sam reassures him quickly. “That was a long time ago. We can do Christmas now, and a lot of that reason is because of you, Jack. If you weren’t here, we - I - might not care so much about it. I want you to experience this, all of it, in the ways that I couldn’t.”

Sam’s not used to being so open like this, but he swallows down the embarrassment. This was Jack. His… well, his son. It took him a long time to admit that to himself, that Jack had become that for him -- for him and Cas, and Dean to an extent -- and to acknowledge the depths of the importance the boy held. He smiles, ruffling the kid’s hair.

“Come on.”

They decide on a new skillet set for Dean, whose cooking has managed to get even better, much to Sam’s utter shock. Dean had been proficient at cooking for years, but in recent months, he’s refined his palette and skills to boot. Sam would dare say that the meals he gets from Dean are sometimes miles better than diner food from a few of the places that they frequent. Not that he’d ever tell Dean that. For Cas, it took them a little longer to find something, but Jack picked out a cat-decorated black throw blanket that the angel might put to use. Ever since Cas had started taking up residence in Sam’s room when they would watch Netflix together, Sam had joked that Cas should get his own blanket and pillow. Cas had said it wasn’t necessary, but clearly, even Jack felt that the angel needed one. Sam had to agree. He’d lost count of how many times Cas would hog the covers.

For Mom, Sam remembered her saying that she wanted a new duvet set for her room in the bunker if she was going to make it more ‘her.’ Unlike her boys, she disliked some of the bunker’s interior and was trying to make it more ‘homey,’ in a sense, even if she lived there only part-time. So he’d settled on something more neutral-colored, since Mary wasn’t a huge fan of bright, feminine colors. She liked to have lighter colors that anything could match with.

Going past the entertainment section, Sam stops, considering. There were a couple of things that he could cross off of Jack’s list right now, but it would be difficult to do that while he was here. He really wished that Cas had come with them now. “Hey, Jack?” He calls over to the boy, who is making his way through the DVD selection. “Do you mind waiting here for a few minutes? There’s something I want to get you.”

Jack smiles. “Okay, I’ll wait here.”

“Be careful,” Sam says, just out of habit, and feels like it’s a little much; of course his dad tendencies had to kick in when he was leaving Jack alone in a department store, of all places. Sam hurries back toward the home-ware section, and looks for the Star Wars blanket as well as the photo album. The blanket, Sam hadn’t been shocked to see on the list. Jack was a huge fan of Star Wars, even the newer stuff. But the album, and the asterisk written beside it, signaling its importance, along with the comment saying “For the rest of my life with my dads” had… well, it’d made Sam emotional.

They already had some pictures of Jack with and without them that would be good in the album. He picks out one that has the option for handwritten notes, and goes to the self-checkout to pay for the items, getting them bagged up before he heads back to find Jack.

He finds Jack exactly where he left him, talking to a little girl.

“I love Elsa too! Her powers are extraordinary, aren’t they?”

Ah, Frozen.

“Yeah, but ‘cause of that, people treat her bad,” The girl says, somewhat sadly, picking at the sleeve of her dress. “Just ‘cause she’s different. I think having powers is so cool.”

“Me, too,” Jack grins. The girl giggles back at him.

“Zoey!”

A woman, the girl’s mother, if Sam had to guess by the near-identical appearance, comes running over to them, sighing in relief when she spots her daughter. She grabs her by her shoulders. “Don’t worry me like that. You know how your father gets when you don’t listen to him.”

“Sorry, Ma’am,” Jack says at once, straightening up with a friendly smile. “I saw her by herself and wanted to keep her company.”

“Oh, thank you,” The woman says gratefully. “That’s very kind of you.”

Zoey holds up her Frozen DVD. “Look, Mommy. Jack helped me find it.”

“That’s great, sweetie.”

Zoey’s mom nods at Jack. “Thank you for helping her. Happy Holidays to you and your dad,” She says, smiling over at Sam, as she takes Zoey’s hand and the pair turn away.

“Bye bye, Jack,” The little girl waves, and Jack waves back to her. Sam comes up to his side, proud. God, Jack was a sweet kid. Sometimes he couldn’t believe that he was supposed to be Lucifer’s son. He was the furthest thing from him.

They head to go pay for the rest of their items, and Sam checks his watch absently while the cashier is ringing them up, and is shocked at the time. They’d been in here for close to two hours now. Once everything is bagged and in the cart, they start to proceed out the exit.

“All right. Come on, let’s get home.”

The first thing that Sam does, when he and Jack return back outside to find the Impala’s hood covered with snow, is think that Dean wasn’t going to be happy when they finally got back home. The second is to kick himself for not paying better attention to the weather forecast in the first place. The drive here hadn’t been bad, but that was a very different story now.

The news hadn’t mentioned anything about more snow accumulation during the afternoon hours. And to make matters worse, the visibility was low, and the snow was still falling in thick flakes. The roads now would be slick and messy, a far cry from a few hours ago. It would be awhile before they got home. He turns to Jack, who, despite the turn of the weather, still doesn’t look too bothered by it, his arms full of large shopping bags. So Sam plays it cool, guiding Jack back toward the Impala.

While it was true that he had less experience driving in accumulate weather than his brother did, Sam had driven in his fair share of snow. And considering that they had spent most of their life on the road and thus were better acquainted with the many changes of Mother Nature than most people, Sam thinks that maybe he can handle it. They’d just take it slow on the roads and take their time getting back to avoid any spin outs. Not that the Impala was notorious for that -- it was a hell of a car, despite how old she was getting. But there was always the chance. It’s only getting into the car and turning the key to start her up that Sam thinks it might be worse than he thought.

There was a deep rumble coming from the engine, but the car wasn’t starting. He tries several times, and comes up empty. “Uhh… Jack, we might, uh… we might be stuck here for a while.”

“Oh?” Jack asks, leaning up in his seat, furrowing his brows. “Is the car stuck or something?”

“It’s not starting, not even the heat, or --” Sam begins explaining, and backpedals when he sees the worry starting to form in the boy’s features. “Listen, I’ll, uh… I’ll try it again in a minute, okay? Maybe give it a few to get started.”

The car is cold, and Sam can tell that the temperatures outside were dropping with how much more the snow was beginning to stick. He curses under his breath, and attempts to start the car again. Still nothing. The last thing that Sam wants to do is to call Dean or Cas and have them come get them, but that might be the only option here, and if it was, he was going to get an earful from his brother. He could always call a tow truck to get them home, but Dean would know about that, too, and Sam wasn’t prepared to give his brother the satisfaction of being right for choosing not to go out in this.

So he and Jack sit and wait.

Maybe it would start soon.

When after fifteen minutes he has no success, and he begins to hear Jack’s teeth chattering, he knows that the gig is up and sighs. Being out here too long wasn’t an option. The last thing he needed was for Jack to get sick… again. So Sam makes the regretful decision to call Cas. The angel would take this better than Dean would, at any rate.

“Sam?” Cas answers after the second ring. “You’ve been gone a long while, is everything all right?”

“Not exactly,” Sam says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Cas, we’re… kinda stuck in the Walmart parking lot. The car won’t start.”

Sam hears the sound of Dean’s voice talking to Cas, the angel relaying the situation, and Dean’s deep exclamation of curses that make Sam cringe.

“Dammit! What the hell did I tell him?” Dean’s saying, and Sam can picture him throwing his hands up in frustration.

“Sam, I’m on my way,” Cas replies, already reaching for his car keys. “I’ll try and get there as fast as I can, but with this weather, I can’t say how long it will be. Thirty minutes, maybe. Do the two of you have heat?”

“No, we don’t.” Sam says, starting to develop a chill, too.

“Maybe Dean was right,” Jack intones, looking crestfallen. “Maybe we shouldn’t have come out.”

Sam reaches over to pat the kid’s shoulder. No way in Hell was he going to let Jack feel bad about this. “Not your fault, Jack,” Sam says. “I should’ve paid better attention to the weather.”

“You wanted to make him happy, Sam,” Cas chimes in gently over the phone, and Sam can’t deny it, or mistake the way Cas’s words make his heart swell. “You did. This is just a setback. Hang on, I’ll be there soon.”

He hangs up with a click.

“Cas is on his way,” Sam tells Jack. “He’ll be here soon. Here,” He reaches into the glove box and pulls out a couple of heating packs, pressing one to Jack’s face. “This’ll keep you a little warm until we get home.”

It feels like a long time, but twenty minutes later, Cas is there, and Sam almost laughs when the car door opens and the angel pokes his head in.

There are countless snowflakes stuck in his hair.

“We’ll have to come back for the Impala,” Cas says, and it comes out so gravely that you’d think someone had died. “Dean isn’t at all happy about it, but he’ll get over it. I told him I’ll come back out tonight to get it. Come on. You’re both freezing.”

He removes his trenchcoat and puts it around Jack, and then places a hand to Sam’s stubbled cheek, emitting some heat to him with his grace. Cas’s touch lingers, and Sam wants to make a comment about body heat and how there were other ways to make some, but thinks better of it with Jack standing right there. This thing with him and Cas was still relatively new, and he didn’t need to freak the kid out. He’d caught them kissing on two occasions already.

Cas, however, leans over to whisper in his ear. “Just to warn you, Sam, Dean is awaiting you in your room. I believe his exact words were ‘I’m going to kick his ass for making Baby wait out there on her own all night.’ I very explicitly told him that your ass was in no danger. Not from him, anyway.”

A chill that has nothing to do with the cold runs up Sam’s spine. He flushes, clearing his throat. “’Course. Right.”

Noticing Sam’s pink cheeks, Jack just laughs at them. “Are you guys flirting again?”

Sam shakes his head in bemusement. Well, going back home to an angry brother, a hot angel boyfriend, and their son wasn’t a bad way to spend the rest of the day.

It could always be worse, right?

Especially on a snow day.

#samjack #sam winchester #jack kline #sastiel #samcas #*mine #spn #supernatural

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ilguna · 5 years ago

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hi- I’m not sure if you’re the right person to ask, but I wanted to know how to start a fanfic writing tumblr- I mean, I’m just not sure how to start since I’ve never posted anything on my account- I’m sorry if this is an inconvenience-

Don’t worry about it. I’m a little offended that you would think you’re coming to the wrong place 😂.

Imma break it down for you.

BTW this post is long bc I wanted to cover all bases

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First of all, if you’re on tumblr mobile, then that’s fantastic and we’ll start with that first. If you’re on desktop, I would like to suggest getting it on your phone because it’s more accessible and easier to manage than doing it on the computer. The only time I go to the computer is when I’m going to post fics, but we’ll get there.

I know you said you’re wondering how to start posting fics but I gotta give you some advice before that. Because there are just some things I cannot stand when it comes to some fanfic blogs, alright?

Be easy on your color scheme. I wouldn’t put any bright colors because it could hurt someone’s eyes, and sometimes it looks really bad. Going along with that, you should be careful what your second color is on your blog (let’s say that your base color was a maroon, and then you’d choose a color similar to that/darker than that. It’ll be hard to read the things in your bio, and it’s frustrating)

This is obvious, but make sure you have a profile and header picture, it’s more appealing rather than tumblrs default.

Turn ON asks and then proceed to do it for anonymous questions, because that’s the only way you get requests. Some people do it off anon but that’s not as common.

You can do this on desktop and a safari browser. It’s not possible to do on mobile just yet. Open up safari > log in > little person icon in the top right > edit appearance. Scroll until you see “let people as questions” turn that on. Turn on anon, and edit the box to whatever you want. Keep it short

Turn off “share posts you like” and the following one below it. It’s a risky game to play when it comes to what you’re looking at and liking.

No submission posts, normally people don’t submit things anyway. Turn OFF “on blog advertising” and then that’s it. It automatically saves so you can just leave to the next screen imma bout to tell you about

IF you go to my blog on desktop, you’ll see that there’s a theme. My font is different, I have a different set up than most blogs, etc.

If you wanna mess around with that, scroll to the top of page (you should still be on the same page from the anon instructions) and tap “edit theme”

It might take a second to load, but you’ll get there.

THIS SCREEN IS VERY IMPORTANT.

Besides the fact that it lets you edit your theme, this is how you put in a Masterlist, and all other links you might want in your bio.

You said you haven’t written anything yet, so there isn’t a need for a Masterlist just yet. But when you DO start posting, please come back to me and I’ll let you know how to put one in your bio, okay? Nice and shiny for your future followers.

If you wanna change your theme go to browse themes, change it from “all themes” to “free themes”. If you like mine, it’s called “Accesible”. If you just want the font, get out of the theme screen and scroll the screen on the left. Turn ON “open dyslexic

Remember, you can do all of this on desktop too, it doesn’t have to be on safari

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Now onto posting, I have some opinions that might offend my mutuals (oopsie)

I can’t tell the difference, but PERSONALLY, I think posting fics on tumblr from my phone is gross. But that’s also because I’m writing 1000+ words normally and it gets difficult to post

If you want to post fics with more than 100 paragraphs, then you have to go to desktop or maybe safari tumblr (I don’t post from safari tumblr so idk if it works) because tumblr says NO paragraphs after 100 on mobile. There is no restriction on computer

I write in Google Docs, because it’s neater and I’ve discovered some hate for Word after deleting some of the shit I wrote over and over. Plus it’s an app, and you can open it up on computer. Easy to use.

If you use Notes on your phone, or type directly onto a tumblr post, then that’s fine but you don’t know your word count and it’s a little difficult to navigate.

When it comes to formatting, I used to have it be really long. But I’ve narrowed it down to 3, sometimes 4 things.

Summary: this is where I put the request so the anon/person knows that it’s their request. (I copy n paste the entire request in the summary part, I don’t answer asks (requests) anymore because it’s easier to answer them after I posted).

Warnings: my permanent is swearing, and then I add on (what type) violence, murder, suic*de, gore, etc DEPENDING ON THE REQUEST

Word count: and I do this because I write long imagines sometimes and some people don’t want to sit through 5k words of boring shit

And the optional—Note: I put this if I thank someone for their patience on the request, if I say happy holidays or some shit like that. I don’t have notes on every post anymore because they just turn out being the same every time

Apart from that, give it a title (make it unique but not too long!) who it’s for and then copy and paste the fic in

I’m using my own posts as an example right here, okay. But I have the summary and all of that bolder because it’s easier to see, and I want it to be different from the actual post. Most fanfic writers do this.

I also put 2 —‘s between the authors note at the top and the fic to also make a difference there

Don’t have the entire fic italicized, it takes away the special part of italicizing a word

Finally, it’s tagging.

I cannot stress this enough, DO NOT tag things that have nothing to do with the post. It’s my biggest pet peeve and it’s because I can’t comprehend why people tag (for example) Katrina Stuart when it’s a fic OR A RANDOM POST about someone else

Instead, let’s keep it simple.

🌸 STOP 🌸

I forgot to mention this. But choose your username wisely. You can change it later on, but it’s a goddamn pain in the ass when you have 50+ fanfics you wrote and your Masterlist is nice and clean only to realize that you have to RELINK every post individually

Listen, I changed my username on my old blog, and it took me 8 hours ROUGHLY to relink and fix every individual Masterlist. I had to create new masterlists, with so many tabs open to fix it

Instead, change it before you start fics

If you wanna be a colby brock blog, I have a canon url (which means that it’s so fucking GOOD and I’m angry that i realized it was open only a month ago rather than when I created this account) and it’s colbysbrocks (it’s a plural canon url). And I have colbysecrets too. If you don’t like either of those, I have a couple of other ideas that I wrote down if you want them

🌸 okay continue 🌸

This is how you should tag:

(I’ll give an example after this)

Your username first, the person it’s about, the fandom (if it’s not Colby brock, then something like marvel, etc). Then the persons name, imagine, fanfic, x reader, and oneshot. Then if it was requested

EXAMPLE ONE:

Azurebrock, Colby brock, Colby brock imagine, Colby brock fanfic, Colby brock x reader, Colby brock oneshot, requested

Simple, right? You can even use this method for Wattpad too.

EXAMPLE TWO:

(This is Star Wars, im using my own username again)

Kylorenlovesyou, Kylo ren, Ben solo, kylo ren imagine, kylo ren fanfic, kylo ren x reader, kylo ren oneshot, Ben solo imagine, Ben solo fanfic, Ben solo x reader, Ben solo oneshot, Star Wars

Notice that I tagged both of his names. I do this because it draws more people in, and more people will be attracted to it (however, in the Star Wars fandom there’s a difference between Ben Solo and Kylo-Ren, so you would have to specify in the title Ex. Resistance (Ben Solo) or Struggle (Kylo-Ren). It would depend on which persona you’re using

This works for a couple of fandoms, like twilight and shit like that

EXAMPLE THREE:

(Final one, I just wanted to cover this base just in case)

If it’s a request for more than one person. Let’s say Colby Brock and Sam Golbach (like a Polyamorous relationship, if it’s just about a bunch of people, tag the people in it and don’t put the imagine, fanfic, x reader, oneshot after any of them, it doesn’t apply)

If it’s a poly relationship (or maybe more) then do everything you normally do for one person, and then just add on the second;

Azurebrock, Colby brock, Sam Golbach, Colby brock imagine, Sam Golbach imagine, etc

If you’re on desktop, I would suggest putting in a Read More (this goes BEFORE your fic but after the authors note, below the 2 —‘s). The way you do that is press enter, and hover over the new break in the fic.

Off to the right you’ll see a . . . Click that and then you have the read more. I would only suggest using this if there’s more than 500 words, so that if the fic is super long, it doesn’t take up the entire dash for the follower (it takes forever to scroll and it’s annoying

If you’re on mobile, it isn’t possible. Just post and you can go back and edit later if you have a computer

#azurebrock #anon #ask

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leemznho · 6 years ago

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life and all its beauty (ben hardy x reader)

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

Plot: inspired heavily by The Great Gatsby, and by a moodboard I saw made by @rogers-sweatbands - reader goes with their cousin to an extravagant party in West Egg, hosted by Ben Hardy, the infamous millionaire that nobody seems to really know anything about...

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: I haven’t written anything in forever, and this is the first time I’ve ever posted any of my writing on tumblr so I’m super nervous, but I’m also feeling really good about it??? Any feedback would be g r e a t l y appreciated, and if anyone would be interested in me turning this into a series let me know!

(P.S Ben doesn’t come in until about halfway because I wanted to properly set up the story beforehand, but if I write more then he’ll be in it more sorry okay thank you jsksjsk)

July 1922

It was like nothing you had ever seen before. It seemed as though everyone in New York City was in attendance tonight; and when you said everyone, you meant everyone.

You had barely been in Mr Hardy’s mansion longer than an hour and you had already brushed shoulders with a silent film star; overheard heiresses comparing their inheritances over cocktails by the bar, where they sat alongside bankers simultaneously discussing the current state of Wall Street; watched as gangsters and governors alike piled around the same roulette tables for a game. You had even heard that Ewing Klipspringer, a rather eccentric young lad, and rumoured descendent of Beethoven was performing tonight!

It didn’t seem to matter what class you were, or which corner of the city you had crawled out of, everyone was currently partying together in Mr Hardy’s mansion, and nothing was off the cards. Anything you could have ever dreamed of — every alcoholic beverage, every narcotic substance, every brand of cigar — all of it was on the menu right here under the one roof, and in absolute excess.

It was rather overwhelming, you had to admit. Your life back home could never have prepared you for this absolute kaleidoscope of extravagant chaos. You couldn’t have even imagined a world like this ever existed before your cousin had introduced you tonight, and so you were still trying to work out where exactly it was that you could fit in amongst all of it.

Downing yet another cocktail from a passing waiter, you attempted to shake your nerves.

“Are you having fun yet?” Your cousin shouted amid the pounding of music and thunderous conversation, taking your hand and guiding you onto the already packed dance-floor, spinning you around as she did so.

You giggled, allowing her to lead you as she moved in time with the music. “It really is like nothing I have ever experienced before!”

“I know! Isn’t is wonderful!?”

You weren’t so sure you could answer that yet.

“Where is Mr. Hardy though?” You asked. “All of these guests here for him and he hasn’t made any sort of appearance yet.”

Your cousin shrugged.

“I suppose they’re not really here for him, more just the booze and the entertainment that he provides.”

You couldn’t help but feel a little sad for him at that.

“Well has anyone ever seen him? Does anyone really know who Mr Hardy is?” you persisted.

“I heard that he was a German spy during the war,” a man with a thin black moustache yelled as he walked by, laughing, both arms hooked around the waists of two beautiful blonde women he had more than likely met that night. “He’s killed more men then you could count.”

“No, he hasn’t!” The taller of the women chirped, slapping her male companion playfully in the chest. She leaned in close to you then, as if she were about to let you in on a grand secret. “If you ask me, Mr Hardy doesn’t really exist. He’s an idea. An elaborate fairytale made up by a drunkard to justify all of the illegal activity that goes on around here. Just in case anyone starts asking questions…” She slinked away with a wink.

Of all the tales you had been told tonight, that had to be one of the most ridiculous. Or was it? You had heard so many conflicting stories about Mr Hardy you could barely keep up with them all.

“You’re thinking about it all too much, Y/N! Have another drink, loosen up! The war is over, we deserve to have some fun!” Your cousin wiggled her eyebrows at you, dancing a little more enthusiastically than before, more for your benefit then her own.

“You’re right,” you nodded, giving her hands a reassuring squeeze. “Shall I go and fetch us both some more drinks?”

“Yes! Go! More cocktails!” She laughed, suddenly ushering you away. “Perhaps you’ll meet the great Mr. Hardy on your way and clear up all of this confusion for the lot of us.”

You rolled your eyes at her. Now she was just teasing, but you couldn’t help but hope that maybe you might.

You pushed your way through the sea of people, all fighting to move in different directions. Eventually you fell into a stream of traffic all travelling the same way and hoped that eventually you would find a bar, or in the least a place to rest your feet. You were already hot and sweaty from being squished up against so many other warm bodies, and your muscles were starting to ache from all the dancing and standing around. You knew your cousin was nowhere near ready to go home yet though; the party had practically just begun!

You began to wonder if she would notice if you slipped away for a bit to gather yourself before you returned with another drink? You highly doubted it.

Managing to manoeuvre your way out of the worst of the crowd, you found yourself at the foot of an impressive staircase, all white marble steps and cast iron railings shaped to look like twisting vines. You began the journey up to the second floor of the mansion, careful not to trip on anyone as you went. The music was just as loud up there, but the partygoers grew noticeably less and less the further you wandered.

You didn’t mean to stray as far as you did, but eventually you found yourself in a grand library, surrounded by the comforting smell of old books and sea spray. You could still hear the party from where you were (wherever that happened to be) but it was darker in there, and far less overwhelming; there was more space for you to breathe and collect your thoughts.

For a few minutes you simply watched through one of the many arch windows that lined the far wall, counting the waves as they broke on the shore, then the lights that winked at you on the horizon from East Egg, relishing in the calm stillness of the room.

Guilt began to gnaw at you far sooner than you had hoped as you remembered your cousin, still waiting for you somewhere downstairs. This wasn’t the first time she had attended one of these parties, you reminded yourself. Surely she would find familiar company to mingle with and forget that you were gone. Regardless of any reassurance you could offer yourself, you decided that you were only allowed another few minutes alone before you would join her again. As you began to turn away from the window, you noticed a painting, quite significantly sized, hung delicately on the wall in a beautiful gold frame right by you.

The background was a brilliant array of bright greens, contrasting with ribbons of diagonally placed yellows, all blending into one another with short, frantic brush strokes of thick paint. At its centre was a brown vase, small handle protruding from its front, an exuberant bouquet of pink roses spilling out of it in glorious full bloom. It was so beautiful, and vibrant, such a celebration of spring. You found yourself yearning to see the world as the artist so clearly did. You wondered if perhaps it was the infamous Mr Hardy’s own work?

“See something that you like?”

Startled, you turned away from the painting and began to scan the library, searching for a face to put to the voice you had just heard. Surely you hadn’t imagined it? The feeling in the pit of your stomach told you that you hadn’t.

You could only see as far as what was being illuminated by the moonlight pooling in through the windows, which admittedly wasn’t a great deal. So long as the company you kept didn’t want to be seen, they wouldn’t be.

You straightened your spine and tilted your chin a little higher, determined not to allow them to know just how much they had startled you. You began to speak up into the darkness of the second floor balcony.

“This is a beautiful piece. Who painted it?”

“Vincent Van Gogh.” The voice that responded was deep and hoarse you now noted, and although you were not particularly good at placing accents, you could hear that whoever was speaking was British. “Vase with Pink Roses. One of his late works, he painted it in 1890 when he was still a patient at the Saint-Rémy Asylum.”

“Impressive, but how it is that a painting by Vincent Van Gogh has found its way onto the wall of a house in West Egg?” You retorted, hoping that you could coax them from wherever they were hiding if you provoked them with conversation. “I’m no art connoisseur, but I hear that they’re starting to call Van Gogh one of the greats. I know of many an art exhibition that would pay a great deal of money for a piece such as this.”

You could hear a hint of amusement when they spoke next. “I’m sure they would. If I’m being totally honest with you, it really only fell into my possession by sheer luck.”

“Your possession?” you asked, slightly taken aback. “But that would mean that you’re…”

From the second floor of the library, a young man appeared at the balcony railing, scotch glass in one hand, cigar in the other, slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Forgive me if I frightened you. I don’t often entertain a crowd that is more interested in the art than the alcohol.”

“Oh no, I should be the one apologising. I never meant to wander so far from the party. If I disturbed you at all—”

“Please,” he waved a hand at you. “You hardly disturbed me.”

He descended the staircase closest to you, and made his way across the room, snuffing his cigar in an ashtray as he passed by a table. He was dressed in an all black suit that looked more expensive then anything you had ever owned, blonde hair combed and slicked back neatly, his face clean shaven. He was nothing at all like you had imagined, particularly after all of the stories you had heard.

When he finally reached you, he didn’t hesitate to take your hand in his and bring it to his lips for a soft kiss.

“Ben Hardy,” he offered, light green eyes scanning your face with such an intensity you found that you had to look away.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you smiled, your voice lacking the confidence you would have liked.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss. Y/L/N.”

“As it is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Are you from around here?” He asked. “I can’t recall ever seeing your face.”

“When so many people come flooding through your doors every weekend I imagine it must be difficult to keep track of every face you’ve ever seen” you teased him.

“Yes, but something tells me I would remember yours if I had seen it before.”

You tried to hide the blush that bloomed across your cheeks as he finally let your hand slip gently from his fingers.

“I’m currently visiting my cousin and her husband over in East Egg.”

“Is your family originally from over there? Perhaps I know them?”

“No, my cousin just married well, although you may know her husband? Joseph Mazzello?”

“Ah, yes. Good ole’ Joe,” he smiled fondly. You made a note to ask Joe about it when you returned home.

Ben turned his attention back to the Van Gogh painting.

“About ten years ago, before the war, before I moved here from England, I was passing through Zürich. I met a banker there, and we struck up a friendship of sorts. He was loud, and rather obnoxious, and only really appreciated the worth of something if you could put enough numbers in front of a dollar sign. He gave it to me as a gift before I returned to London. I don’t really know what he was doing with it. I don’t think he knew the first thing about art,” Ben smiled to himself.

“If he did I doubt he would have been so quick to give it away,” you remarked, amazed.

“He did write to me a few years ago. He said that he’d been approached by a man who had heard about the piece and wanted it for a gallery he owned in Paris. They were willing to pay whatever price they had to to get it in their collection. I’ve never seen such desperation in a man as I did the day I received that letter.”

“I suppose it’s safe to assume how this story ends,” You laughed softly.

Ben smiled at you mischievously.

“Do you collect much art?” you continued, daring to trace a corner of the paintings frame.

“Admittedly I don’t,” he confessed, his eyes scanning you as you further inspected the painting. “Though there is something about Van Gogh’s work wouldn’t you say, Miss. Y/L/N? Something incredibly beautiful about the way he saw the world, despite how sad he was.”

“Perhaps,” you agreed. “Or perhaps he did not paint how he saw the world, but in fact how he wish he saw it.”

“Sadness does not prevent one from recognising beauty, Miss. Y/L/N.”

“A matter of perspective, I suppose, Mr. Hardy.”

There was a slight pause before either of you spoke again, the air growing heavy.

“You talk as though you have seen this world without beauty?”

“I think they’re calling it the Great War,” you remarked dryly.

Another pause.

“You lost someone.” He didn’t pose it as a question.

“Is it not safe to assume that we all lost someone, Mr. Hardy?” You retorted as you turned to face him. He wasn’t looking at you anymore though; instead he stared out the window and into the sea, face bathed in moonlight, brow furrowed.

“It’s true, we all lost a great many things. But even during times of war, if you look carefully enough… there is beauty.”

You smiled with a new found realisation.

“You found someone.”

Ben smiled too, but it was full of unmistakeable heartache.

“Look at us,” He finally laughed, but it was without humour. He began to straighten himself, smoothing down the shoulders of his suit jacket. “Tonight is a night for celebration, Miss. Y/L/N. We shouldn’t be hiding away in a library, torturing ourselves with such solemn conversation.”

“Might I ask what it is that we’re actually celebrating, Mr Hardy?”

He looked at you, almost seeming confused by your resistance. It only lasted for a moment though, gone so quickly you wondered if it was ever really there at all.

“Don’t tell me that you need a reason to celebrate, Miss Y/L/N?”

“I guess I just don’t understand why you would waste such extravagance on nothing,” you replied bluntly. “Surely there has to be some occasion that we’re celebrating.”

He smiled at you.

“Alright, since you demand an occasion… tonight we celebrate life and all its beauty, in memory of our dear friend, Vincent Van Gogh,” Ben raised his glass in the direction of the painting, before bringing it to his lips. You couldn’t help but scoff a little.

“I suppose that is as good a reason as any,” you settled, rolling your eyes at him. “But if I knew you any better, Mr Hardy, I would think that you didn’t want to celebrate at all tonight. In fact, before I came in here I would almost go as far as to say that it seemed like you were hiding.”

“Would you like to get to know me better?” He asked softly, looking back at you.

You studied him for a moment, letting his question hang in the air.

“I suppose it depends which version of you I’m getting to know…”

“What do you mean?”

“Well after all the stories I’ve heard tonight… for all I know you could be a German spy!” You teased.

He sighed, nodding knowingly.

“The rumour mill really never stops spinning, does it? Suppose you heard that I also acted as the Kaiser’s assassin?”

“Oh, I’ve heard them all,” you laugh. “You know I met a woman tonight who tried to tell me that you didn’t even exist?”

You watched as his eyes grew wide.

“Now there’s one that I haven’t heard before.” Setting his glass down by the window, he offered you his arm before flashing you a mischievous grin. “Shall we rejoin the company downstairs and dispel some of these ridiculous rumours together?”

You linked your arm with his, a nervous sort of excitement bubbling up inside of you.

“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.”

#okay wow i'm super scared about uploading this so please be gentle with me #i'm just a baby that likes writing and constructive criticism only #pey writes #ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy blurb #ben hardy smut #ben hardy headcannon #ben hardy fluff #joe mazzello #i'm tagging joe because i mentioned him and might introduce him more later???#if people are interested that is #ben hardy x female reader #roaring 20s!ben hardy

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extraneousdominomask · 6 years ago

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Of Heists and Hustles - The Abridged Version

[Night in Zootopia. The Nope Diamond is travelling to The Museum, and all the cops are helping. All the cops except]

Judy: This sucks! I wanna help!

Nick: I am ambivalent.

[The Cooper Gang waits nearby, ready to steal it!]

Sly: I'm a thief!

Bentley: I'm a hacker.

Murray: I'M THE MURRAY

Sly: This sucks. I'm bored.

McHorn: Oh god! We're all getting beaten up by a giant shirtless cat!

Sly: Amazing!

[Sly meets Tai Lung. He is giant and shirtless.]

Sly: I have stolen the diamond!

[Tai Lung hits him very hard.]

Judy: Stop right there! You're under arrest!

[Tai Lung hits her very hard.]

Tai Lung: I will now kill you.

Sly: Not if I heroically intervene! It's my Establishing Character Moment! I do nice things but for selfish reasons maybe!

[Everybody fights. Nick throws the diamond. Judy throws herself after it. Both land in a river.]

Nick: I am anxious!

Tai Lung: I am leaving.

Judy : I am the world's greatest cop!!!! but also cold and wet

[It's still night. The same night and everything! Tai Lung is running across rooftops.]

Tai Lung: I am the best at running across rooftops!

Sly: Get on my level, amateur, you don't even know I'm following you.

Tai Lung: What?

Sly: Nothing.

Bentley: Sly, what's happening?!

Sly: A bad guy tried to steal the diamond and hurt a policewoman. I am following him because I hate him.

Bentley: Your libido will be the death of us all.

[It's The Museum. The curator of The Museum is Black Panther. Yes, really.]

Okonkwo: Thank you for saving the diamond. I hired Wolf O'Donnell to protect it, but he hasn't been written into the story yet. Would you like to come to my fancy party on Friday?

Nick: Heck yes!

Judy: As long as we don't die horribly before then, ha ha!

[Awkward silence.]

[It's a gross warehouse. There are hyenas.]

Shenzi: We're hyenas!

Banzai: Except now we're also bikers!

Tai Lung: Move aside. I hate you.

[A tiny nerd uses a telephone.]

Peridot: I'VE SPENT A LOT OF EFFORT ENSURING MY BOSS IS A SECRET!

Mastermind: Ironically, it is transparently obvious who I am.

Sly: I've just taken photos of all of you!

Tai Lung: What! I will now kill y-

[Murray hits him with a van.]

Murray: let's BOUNCE

[It's the ZPD morning briefing! With your host, Chiiiiiiiief Bogo!]

Bogo: Let's get this over with. I have strict orders to distract from the fact this entire chapter is exposition by utilizing

Sly: snazzy scene transitions!

Bentley: ...why did you yell that?

Sly: Just run it, Hardison.

Bentley: This is Tai Lung. He punches. This is Peridot. She hacks. These are the hyenas. They're dumb, and, furthermore, stupid. Squeezing them might reveal the mastermind, who I have been unable to identify.

Sly: And what about

Judy: the oddly attractive raccoon, Chief?

Bogo: He's Sly Cooper. He and his friends steal things for fun, mostly from other criminals. But sometimes they don't, I guess. We have an Interpol agent coming to help us. That is all.

Nick: Wow, I wish all our briefings could be this short. That just leaves

Sly: Nick and Judy!

Bentley: Yes. Nick and Judy. They are friends who fight crime.

Sly: I will befriend them also. Get me a telephone.

Judy: I just got a text! Sly wants to meet us.

Nick: Guess we better investigate.

Judy: Sounds like a plan, my dearest friend who I love and share a house with!

Nick: So are we boning or what?

Judy : Unclear!

[Nick and Judy are in a park, reading a newspaper of wacky mayoral candidates.]

Nick: Look at all these wacky mayoral candidates! Like Toriel Undertale! And Scar!

Judy: "Scar" is a dumb name.

Nick: Yes.

Clawhauser: It's me, Clawhauser, over the radio! Bogo wants to see you, Nick!

Nick: Heck. Don't die, Judy.

Judy: Okay!

[Nick leaves. Sly enters.]

Sly: Wanna team up?

Judy: Only kinda!

Bogo: Come in, Wilde, and meet our Interpol liaison.

Nick: Great, some stuffed-shirt two-bit - ¡dios mío, zorra muy bonita!

Carmelita: Hello, I'm Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox. And I should hope you mean that to be translated literally, not colloquially.

Nick: You work for Interpol?! That completely invalidates my significance as a street-level officer in Furry New York.

Carmelita: True. But remember: Star Fox.

Nick: Star Fox?

Carmelita: Yes.

Bogo: Wilde, you've been chosen to work with Carmelita because you know the city like no-one else.

Carmelita: Pretty good justification for why I'd team up with a complete rookie, right?

Nick: If I don't have Judy helping me I might cry. Just a heads up.

Bogo: In a somewhat out-of-character move, I will grant Hopps freedom from usual department rules.

Carmelita: In a very out-of-character move, I am okay with this.

Nick: The important thing is that I got what I wanted.

Carmelita: Congratulations. Now if you'll excuse me, I should go get my ninety minutes of daily sleep.

Bogo: Wilde, for god's sake, learn some independence. Hopps could die at literally any moment, you ever think about that?

Nick: Yes!!!!! Constantly!!!!!!!!!! It consumes me from within!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bogo: Well, good. As long as you're aware.

Nick: Star Fox?!?!

Judy: Yes.

Sly: Go arrest the hyenas to find the mastermind.

Judy: Smart plan. But my partner isn't gonna like this.

Nick: I don't like this!

Judy: Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease? Just once!

Nick: Fine. Just once. Oh, also, the Interpol inspector is a fox, and also also, Bogo is letting you help me help her. Secretly.

Judy: Wow! Wow to all of that!

Nick: Yeah. Now let's go to Ruby's bar.

[It's Ruby's bar.]

Ruby: I'm Ruby, from the show RWBY!

Blake: I'm quiet.

Finnick: And I'm here too.

Nick: oh god

Judy: Are you two not friends any more?

Finnick: It's genuinely unclear in canon if we ever were.

Murray : Time for THE MURRAY to make like a Cold War superpower and instigate a proxy conflict!

[He does. There are many kicks. The hyenas go to jail.]

Tai Lung: Heck.

Carmelita: So Nick and Judy think these hyenas are connected to the diamond heist?

Bogo: I'll be honest, Inspector, I just let them do whatever and they work things out eventually.

Banzai: You'll get nothing from me, copper!

Nick: [is Nick]

Banzai: here is every secret i've ever been told

Nick: So apparently the mastermind is Scar? That's ridiculous. Let's go bother him.

Peridot: HECK!!!!!!!!!!

Carmelita: Great work in there, Nick!

Nick: I was not a con artist!!

Carmelita: ...Cool! See you later.

[It's a slideshow.]

Bentley: Here's the slideshow for my new plan. We'll need three things: alarm schematics,

Sly: Right,

Bentley: an entire subway train,

Murray: NICE

Bentley: and an invitation we'll have to rob from an innocent old man.

Sly: Okay :)

Bentley: ...

Murray: ...That's... kinda evil, Bentl-

Bentley: Yes. It is.

[It's Scar's house.]

Scar: Hello, I'm Scar.

Judy: Are you the bad guy?

Scar: No, I'm Scar.

Nick: How's Mufasa?

Scar: That's unimportant. I'm Scar.

Judy: Are you connected with these hyenas?

Scar: Oh , I'm so sorry, but I haven't "seen" them in years >;3

Judy: ...can we arrest him for making that face

Nick: That legislation hasn't been finalized yet, sorry.

[They leave.]

Nick: Scar basically admitted to everything, but in a way that gives us no evidence. We've got nothing right now, but I'm sure it's him.

Judy: But why? Why steal the diamond?

Nick: Well, everyone loves us for saving the day. If he manufactured a similar situation, he might actually get voted in as mayor.

Judy: A transparently evil fascist using misinformation to win an election? Come on, Nick. This is 2016.

Nick: goddammit judy

Clawhauser: It's time to read Tai Lung's Extended Backstory File!

Carmelita: And I am here as well.

Clawhauser: Oh gosh! He's mostly evil because his dad died! And he did the manslaughter! Mammalslaughter...?

Nick: Yep, it's true. Doing one crime will ruin your life forever. Gotta tick off the Social Commentary box for this to be a real Zootopia fanfiction...

Carmelita: I remain unsympathetic to him in light of this information. My role in this and all narratives is to stick stringently to the Lawful part of Lawful Good. Never trust criminals. No matter how handsome they are.

Nick: But this doesn't explain why Tai Lung is helping Scar become mayor.

Judy: The mayor's office can pardon crimes! Somehow! Even though that really only applies to stuff like parking tickets, not an international crime spree of theft and probably murder!

Nick: In fairness, Tai Lung mightn't know that, Scar just needs to convince him.

Judy: Let's go with that, yes.

[A smol cat stabs Banzai with an umbrella.]

Banzai : Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! Kill Nick!

[Carmelita shoots him with her Huge Gun.]

Carmelita: Writhe, little man.

Nick: He went savage! But only a little bit...

Judy: What evil genius put this together?

Peridot : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! LEGS... SHORT! HNFF

[The Cooper Gang steal a subway train.]

Murray: This is the BEST DAY EVER

[Tai Lung attacks.]

Murray: I change MY MIND

Sly: Go on without me, guys! I'll handle him alone! By which I mean I'm immediately calling Judy for help.

[There are many kicks.]

Judy: Wait! I know your tragic backstory!

Tai Lung: Then go make a gifset.

[His attempts to murder them do not abate. However, Sly and Judy save each other.]

Judy: Gosh, you're amazing!

Sly: No, you're amazing!

Judy: Gosh...

Sly: So are we boning or what?

Judy: Unclear!

Tai Lung: Enough of this vague romantic tension! You're boring me stiff!

[He bores into them until they are stiff.]

Murray: Oh my god Sly and Judy are dead wait, no, they're just sleeping.

Bentley: Yes. We're all terrified two protagonists will die halfway through the story.

Carmelita: Alright, losers, shut up and follow my lead. Time to demonstrate my full prowess as an officer.

Murray: Oh, wow! Are you gonna shoot him?

Carmelita: Murray, please. I'm an Inspector with Interpol. My tactical knowledge is a little more advanced than that.

Tai Lung: I'm going to drown these tiny fools! And there's nothing anyone can do to stop m-

[Carmelita proceeds to shoot Tai Lung in the face multiple times. It is very funny.]

Nick: I've found a way to weaponise his previously-established backstory!

Bentley: Thank god. We've justified that otherwise pointless detour.

Nick: Shut up and hack that telephone, Specs.

[The telephone rings.]

Murray: It's for you!

Tai Lung: Ahoy-hoy?

Nick: It's me! Your boss! Quit it.

Tai Lung: Pop quiz - what's my motivation?

Nick: Uh... you're doing these crimes to not be a criminal any more?

Tai Lung: Close enough. I will begrudgingly follow your suspiciously merciful orders.

Nick: We did it!

Bentley: Nice work. Say, does this look like a flash-bang to you?

Nick: Wh- OH GOD MY EYES

[Judy is propped up on many pillows.]

Nick: Okay, you didn't die this time, but that was pretty close.

Judy: Bring on Round Two!

Nick: I am genuinely begging you to take the day off. More for my sake than yours.

[It's Black Panther's office in The Museum.]

Wolf O'Donnell: And it's me! Wolf O'Donnell!

[Audience applause, cheers, howling.]

Okonkwo: Hello, my vaguely trusted employee. Can I help you?

Wolf: Yes. This job has much more master thieves than advertised. Pay me much more money.

Okonkwo: Your concerns are valid. However, I'm afraid I have no money to spare.

Wolf: ...well then! Forget I said anything. Not important ;)

[Peridot is watching cartoons illegally online - yes, specifically, that's what happened - when Tai Lung appears.]

Peridot: YYYYYYYYYYYYOU MESSED UP!

Tai Lung: Eh.

Peridot: I'M GONNA FIX IT!!!

Tai Lung: Off you go, then.

Peridot: NYEH

Sly: Always treat a lady to chocolates after she saves you from being drowned by a snow leopard.

Bentley: Terrible news! Murray's sick! He's come down with a serious case of Can't Be In The Plot Right Now!

Sly: Perfect! What a convenient excuse to invite Judy to fight slash commit crime with me!

Bentley: Sly, can we please talk about the underlying issues pushing you into this uncharacteristic behaviour?

Sly: No.

[Nick and Carmelita must do computer things.]

Carmelita: I like you, Nick. I'm gonna tell you a bit of my backstory - lord help me, I'll even banter with you.

Nick: Wow. Well, it's an honour being under you.

Carmelita: So are we boning or what?

Nick: Unclear!

[Judy has had the entire day off. She is ready to die.]

Judy: I am ready to make some terrible decisions!

[She receives a text from Sly.]

Sly: check out this hot selfie i took at an active crime scene

Judy: Wow! What an attractive terrible decision!

Sly: want to help me beat up a small nerd?

Judy: i'm there! [rabbit emoji] [raccoon emoji] [gun emoji] [computer emoji]

Peridot: CLODS! STEP INTO MY DEATHTRAP GAUNTLET AND DIE!

Sly: How about................... we don't do that?

Judy: yeah okay

Peridot: NO!!!

[Peridot locks them into an employee lounge, forcing them to Bond(tm).]

Sly: So basically I'm doing this for my dead dad.

Judy: Interesting. Isn't he dead, though?

Sly: Hmm, good point.

[Nick receives a text from Judy.]

Nick: uhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Carmelita: What's up, buttercup?

Nick: On one hand, I should probably keep this a secret. On the other, Please Help.

Sly: My arc is that I can't stop stealing.

Judy: Mine is that I'm probably going to h*cking die.

Sly: Haha wow!

Judy: Hey. Hey, Sly, guess what. I know your tragic backstory too. That's rough, buddy.

Sly: Thanks, Judy. I appreciate it. Y'know, you'd make a pretty good thief.

Judy: And you'd make a good cop!

Sly: Um, funny story,

Nick: You drafted a falsely amnesiac Sly Cooper into Interpol?! That's not a funny story at all! That's melancholic, and deeply concerning!

Carmelita: Look. In my defence... I wanted to bone him.

Nick: That's not-!

Peridot: CLODS! STEP INTO MY DEATHTRAP GAUNTLET AND DIE! PLEASE?!

Nick: Let's cut the power.

Peridot: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Nick: I lied. I actually was a con-artist.

Carmelita: I know, Nick, I've seen the movie.

Sly: You should communicate more clearly with your partner.

Judy: Good suggestion, internationally wanted criminal. I'll get right on that, just as soon as-

[The power goes out and the doors open.]

Judy: Oh, cool, we can beat up that nerd!

Sly: Finally!

Peridot: THIS IS A BAD NIGHT FOR PERIDOT

Tai Lung: Ugh! I'm here to save you.

Nick: They're gone. But we can still arrest Sly - Judy, cuff him!

Judy: Um... no.

[It's breakfast time! Judy... actually, y'know what? I'm not gonna comedically abridge this part. Chapter 16 of this story came out very, very well, especially since I don't consider serious emotion one of my strengths. I might suggest you just go and read it if you're interested. It's the emotional culmination of the separate arcs for Nick, Judy, and Sly/Carmelita that build through the story, and I'm still very pleased with the results. Anyway. It's sad.]

[The Cooper Gang's sad too.]

Murray: I messed up!

Sly: Yeah. Me too.

Bentley: Oh, shut up, guys. You'll feel better when we successfully heist a diamond, I assume.

[Sad, sad, droopy ears.]

Judy: I am so depressed I am willingly performing traffic duty.

Clawhauser: I can't even cheer you up, and I'm Clawhauser!

Judy: She who is tired of Clawhauser is tired of life.

[At The Museum, Wolf is giving a helpful pep talk.]

Wolf: What do we want?

Wolves: Loads of money!

Wolf: How do we want it?

Wolves: From anyone!

Wolf : [tearing up] I'm so proud of you all.

[Nick and Carmelita try to find the Cooper Gang. All they find is a chocolate shop.]

Carmelita: This makes me feel angry!

Nick: I am dead inside. ...Moreso than usual.

[The bad guys are doing okay, really.]

Peridot: I'M VERY SORRY!

Mastermind: Sorta don't care. Is the Night Howler(tm) ready?

Tai Lung: We're using Night Howler on someone?

Mastermind: Oh, we're using it on someone alright >;3c

Tai Lung: how did you do that over the phone

[It's the fancy party! Wolf's manning the door.]

Wolf: I'm casually bullying a guy in a wheelchair! Just in case you weren't sure I was an antagonist.

Scar: Here is a bribe so I can carry skip the security check.

Wolf: I love my job.

Sly: Hiding in the rafters is making me feel a little better.

Tai Lung: Same.

Sly: Agh! What are you doing up here?!

Tai Lung: Right now? Just mocking you for having empathy. Loser.

Judy: Oh, hello, Carmelita. What's up?

Carmelita: This is a little late in the story, but: we have so much common ground. Don't repeat my mistakes. You have deeply impressed me in the threeish days I've known you, and I'm lucky to have met you.

Judy: W-wow. The feeling's more than mutual.

Carmelita: So are we boning or what?

Judy: Gosh, I hope so.

Nick: You enjoying the party, Scar?

Scar : Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhh >:3cccc

Nick: Soon, Nicholas. Soon.

Toriel: Excuse me, I seem to have misplaced my child. I'm a competent mother, I swear.

[Judy looks for Toriel's son, Asriel, but instead finds only a crime!]

Wolf: Gimme the diamond!

Okonkwo: What treachery is this?!

Wolf: I've received purely electronic communication from someone claiming to be the Cooper Gang, saying they'll pay me big money for this diamond.

Okonkwo: And you... trust that?

Wolf: Well, not any more. Clearly, Cooper is trying to fool me!

Okonkwo: Clearly.

[Wolf leaves with the diamond. Okonkwo obliterates a wolf with a single punch. He is, after all, Black Panther.]

Okonkwo: Officer Hopps, please help me evacuate the entire museum by claiming that a heretofore-unmentioned fireworks display is about to start, which is mandatory for all guests to attend, but will not actually materialise.

Judy: Wow! You are smart.

Okonkwo: Yes.

[Everyone leaves, miraculously.]

Tai Lung: Time for you to get poisoned by Night Howler!

[Tai Lung gets poisoned by Night Howler.]

Tai Lung: The - the shadowy figure who never so much as told me their name betrayed me?!

Sly: Oh, honey.

Asriel: Golly! I exist for only two things: bein' adorable and wanderin' heedlessly into deadly situations!

Sly: I've known this kid for only half a second but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

[Something almost happens to him.]

Sly: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[He saves the good good boy. The Cooper Gang regroup-er gang.]

Wolf: You'll pay for this, Cooper!

Sly: who in god's name are you

[There are many punches. Nick, Judy and Carmelita show up.]

Nick: We haven't resolved our issues yet!

Judy: But that won't stop us from DOOR!

[DOOR!]

Sly: Is everyone okay?!

Judy: Yeah, but the three of us are stuck in here with Tai Lung!

Nick: And I'm stuck out here like a tiny orange idiot!

Murray: Don't worry, Jak & Daxter reference! Me and Bentley will try to open this door offscreen!

Bentley: Yes, now's as good a time as any to exit the narrative. Frankly we've been secondary characters for this entire outing.

[Bye, guys!]

Carmelita: I have a novel idea - let's beat up the bad guy, with violence.

Sly: I love you so much.

Nick: Don't worry Judy, you can do this! You're amazing!

Judy: Thanks, Nick. I genuinely needed to hear that. What about you?

Nick: I can do something else. Because I'm also, separately, amazing.

Sly: Hey, cool, People Are Good At Different Things! That's the moral of my whole franchise.

Nick: Here's one for you - Nick Wilde Is The Best. That's the moral of mine.

Judy: Go get 'em, tiger.

[They go get the snow leopard as Nick go gets the lion.]

Nick: Ladies and gentlemammals, I know who's behind this.

Toriel: Is it me?

Nick: Actually, no! It's Mufasa!

Scar: What?! No! I'm ten times the jewel thief Mufasa is! ...Which, um, is zero. Because ten times zero is still zero.

Nick: Let's discuss this somewhere quieter, where it would be hypothetically easier to stab a police officer to death.

Scar: Excellent. Yes.

Scar : Why yes, I am exactly the kind of person to own a cane-sword.

Nick: Contrary to appearances, I am perfectly competent at my job! You're under arrest!

Scar: Curses! But I still have Peridot.

Nick: You really don't. She's gonna abandon you the second my excellent partner stops Tai Lung.

Scar: Ah, but will she?!

[She does.]

Judy: Oh god, Sly is dying!

Carmelita: No! Not like this...

Sly: Oh. Wow. You're... actually really sad. I'm fine actually. It was a prank. Epic... fake internal bleeding to steal a diamond prank! Y'know, that old... um... SMOKEBOMB

Peridot: I WILL NOW MAKE LIKE A LAWN CHAIR AND FOLD.

Nick: Just as I predicted! Everything's done, we can go home.

Judy: But Nick, we need to resolve these emotional arcs!

Nick: uuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[The roof!]

Sly: I'm sad. I ruined everything.

Judy: No, Sly. Not doing crimes is good, actually.

Sly: Source?

Nick: We are definitely not boning.

Sly: More's the pity. Maybe next time.

Carmelita: We might still be, though. Despite everything.

Sly: Hooray! Let's smooch!

[They smooch. I've been publishing fanfics for over six years - well over 200,000 words in the last two years alone - and for so long this was the only kiss in any of my stories. And I wonder why my numbers are low.]

Sly: I'll start making the world a better place by robbing Scar utterly blind! Catch you all later!

Carmelita : No, Sly, we'll catch you.

[Everyone laughs. Sly flings himself from the rooftop.]

Nick: Hey, Carmelita, let's be penpals.

Carmelita: Sure. That sounds like a mildly diverting interquel. I'm gonna get hammered on champagne now, so I'll leave you kids to your Feels.

[She does. Nick and Judy make up and stuff. Whatever.]

[Night in Zootopia.]

Epilogue! The bad guys go to jail, Carmelita learns how to email, Wolf disappears, Finnick gets a job at The Museum because I guess his presence in this story needed to go somewhere, the Cooper Gang's failure means the diamond is safe, Sly has a protracted existential crisis he claims is just him "figuring stuff out", and Nick and Judy - surprise surprise - are still friends. But are they boning? To this day, it remains unclear.

(At this rate, probably not.)

Woah, that was so much faster!!! I wrote this whole thing in under a week. I'm just gonna stick to this format from now on...

#sly cooper #zootopia #of heists and hustles #my writing

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the-heat-of-the-moment-gabe · 8 years ago

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Desert Sunset (Gabriel x reader (the girl))

Hey there! I've never written fan fiction for this character before, so I don't blame you if you judge it hard ^_^ To keep it mysterious, I haven't actually mentioned any names, as, at first, it was supposed to be an original made up character... I'll probably make a part two. Sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my first language =) The girl was slowly leaning in the driver seat of the red car, peeking at her image in the mirror. She could see her curly light brown hair waving through the gust of hot wind, as the sweet guns 'n' roses song was playing on the old radio. She tried to look interested into her look, arranging the collar of her brown leather jacket, rusty and dusty, but her sight couldn't help falling on the face behind her seat. She glanced at the champagne eyes, soft and 'amberely' marvelous that starred at her with much interest. She quickly moved her eyes to the road direction, watching the sun going down and lightening the ruby highway, still sweetened by the vintage smell of desert. She tried to have a peek in the mirror again, but, when she saw the glistening velvet hair, glowing on the green jacket and the purple shirt loosely unbuttoned in a really attractive way, her heart beat rose fast and made her melt a bit, quickly and embarrassedly changing her target. The man behind smirked. His lips were really slim, which made them look even more adorable, resembling a baby duck. She couldn't bare watching his smile, as she knew that will make her breathe heavier and giggle silly. The man leaned back on the leather seat, very relaxed and cunning. His hair now was messy sunny, some strips falling on his whiskey eyes, which followed every step and movement of the girl. The scuffled look, with the collar, messy arranged, and his witty smirk that kept showing on his face made her shiver with warmth. She should definitely stop looking at him, yet, she couldn't help it, finding any excuse to look at his eyes, that every time, they were already watching her, act that made her flinch and blush. "You can't get your eyes over me, right sugar?" he spoke with a sweet voice and not so strong witty southern accent, but still very charming and mysterious. He playfully started to tap annoyed on the door handle, driving his hand through the pure wonderful glowing satin hair. The adorableness of his acts and words was so powerful that she bit her lip tightly, trying not to giggle. She then smiled embarrassed, rolling her eyes, trying to deny everything. She could feel it. He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure if he should flirt with her and be confident, or act awkwardly and nervous, as he, in fact, was. It was the first time he actually liked someone and that was one scary feeling. He had liked girls before, that's for sure, but he never felt that way. He didn't even know what he was confronting. When he first saw her, and laughed at her stupid jokes, he really felt a weird emotion of compatibility. He liked her. He really really liked her. Then, he saw her again, and every single time, the taste of his heart was getting sweeter. He was getting really nervous anytime he saw her or heard her name, he felt a protective peculiar feeling towards her, like he wanted to wrap her around with his arms and hold her near him forever. He wasn't sure what that feeling was, but he thought she was looking gorgeous and he loved every sigh she was letting out. He wanted to know more about her. He wanted to look at her forever. Well, he kind of started doing that... He wanted to caress her hair... Obviously, from all his other brothers or sisters, he was the most closed to humanity, knowing every feeling by heart. And damn, when it came about love and women, he was an expert. Well, that depended. But he always, whenever he wanted, with a snap of his fingers, had any pleasure, in any possible way, satisfied. And he enjoyed talking and flirting, one of his favorite activities, but that was all... Nothing more. And, after all, he never actually met someone that liked him. He usually came to them, they never came to him. So, it was a known thing for him that no one was actually going to fall in love with him. Even though he was looking pretty damn good. And there was her, that beautiful girl. He didn't want to kiss her or other selfish needs that he usually had when it came to other women in general (well, actually, if you take it like that, he couldn't say he really didn't) but that was definitely not the main feeling he had for her. He wasn't sure. And that would be really wrong for him to feel. Love is stupid and unimportant and is well known that it destroys everything. Love makes you weaker. Love is the least thing anyone like him should ever feel. Passions were just fine for him, but, even for such an easy-going person like him, strong feelings would be too much and tricky. Whatever would be the feeling he had around that girl, it wouldn't be good for either of them. He could hear her prayers, but he didn't want to. He didn't want to care or feel at all. That's how wars start. That's why he was trying to think as causal as ever and forget her figure that haunted his dreams. But that didn't mean he should stop teasing her. "You know, sweet cupcake, you should have let me get us to the place. Not spending hours on a idiot highway while those SOBs are already there..." he said in his beautiful honey voice. She rolled her eyes again and started to search for something in the small cupboard of the convertible car. She grabbed a small shinny wrapped chocolate and pushed her arm behind, giving him the sweets. "Here, have a candy and shut your cakehole " she said witty, smiling to him through the front mirror. He tightened his eyes slowly, surprised, and playfully nodded his head in disapproval. She couldn't help smiling . "It's 'CANDYHOLE'..." he spoke in a sassy manner. "And you can't buy me with candies!" He said in the same childish way. The girl frowned and pouted, took back the candy and started to unwrap it, pushing it to her mouth, while saying "okay, if you say so...". The man showed an alarmed look, getting a bit irritated and quickly got close to the driver seat, approaching her from behind and taking the candy from her fingers, that was about to get in her mouth. "Give me that!" He said annoyed. He gave her a short witty look, similar to a guilty child that just found out his mother found his weakness, while stealing the wrapped chocolate and eating it. He kept looking at her, while she snorted and let out a short laugh. It was really hard for her not to melt into his cuteness, as he was chewing his candy . Yes, she could buy him with sweets. She brought her look back to the road, slowly getting her fluffy sandy hair behind the ear. No matter how much she was wearing that strong outfit (dark green t-shirt, eyeliner, skinny jeans, dagger tripped over the belt and leather jacket) she was still looking more innocent than even a child, with her upturned nose, pale skin and kitten eyes. She's always been looking younger than she really was. "I'm not leaving my car alone, okay?" She started explaining. "That's why I didn't want to get transported just like that and chose driving all this distance. Plus, it's nicer this way... Smell of desert, wind, old rock, driving in the light of sunset.....". She sighed a bit, melting into the sight of the sun, tingling with soft rays the air. He continued sarcastically her enumeration: "... smoking pot, dust and cow skulls, douchey hitchhikers... Damn right I love desert" . She laughed, trying to ignore him, as she was feeling that he actually pretty much enjoyed the view and he was just getting ever more nervous. He started to agitate and make short and fast movements of his head, either looking outside at the road, or starring into the mirror, pretending to be occupied. She couldn't run away from his sunlight stare. She knew there was no way he would ever like her. Probably he only considered her a funny interesting little toy. That's all. The girl looked at the highway indicator and with a fast move, she turned right on a secondary road, deepened in mud and antique sand. Her car partner looked astonished by her act. "Hey, Hey! Are those pretty ears of yours not listening properly? We don't have time for stops, sugar lump" he said softly annoyed, as she kept following the secondary route, flowing right across a dry spot of wild trees. "It's only a hunt, okay?? We're already in the neighbourhood, it's only a few miles away, so..." she tried to justify. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "The world end is coming and you want to dance samba with ghosties?? Nice priorities, smart girl". She frowned pretty offended by his words, but didn't even show any intention of leaving the road. She knew what was important, and she also knew it was better to postpone the nice meeting they were heading to. He had nothing but good intentions, but that didn't mean other people didn't matter too. "I wouldn't even be here if it weren't those knuckleheads. They only asked me to drive you safely to the place. They said nothing about hunting Casper." His tone tried to seem very harsh and objectifying but it only made him look adorable. She sighed annoyed and said, whilst turning the radio volume up to hear better the Rolling Stones music. "Stop being a whinny baby and leave the car, if you really want to! I'm going to check the town and see if I can pull out some info from the demons around there... if you don't think that is relevant, then..." He interrupted her quickly, with an annoyed look, his eyebrows dropping in a anxious and sassy way : "FINE. But you'd better stop at a bar first...". The girl snorted. "Umm...What about 'priorities first' , 'we have no time left and 'I hate desert' ??" . He smiled in a sluggish way and spoke softly, not taking his look away from her : "Well, if we're going to die anyway, at least I should have some fun, mellow scamp. And I adore 'dessert'. Best part of the meal." With a winning and superior look, he leaned his head on the silky window of the car, watching the bright sides of clouds floating in the evening sea. She was far more than irritated by all his words and actions, but finally managed to mumble some inconsistent sounds, in a high-pitched tone : " you....you....". She could see him smiling in the back, enjoying her struggle of finding words, his white face being gently covered by the dark reddish rays of sunset, which was turning his candied eyes into a very mysterious and catching look. "...you... flibbertigibbet!" she finally ripped out of her mouth. He started to laugh and giggle with half of his mouth, chuckling like a teenage girl. "Whoa. No need to offend like this, dove. You make Gordon Ramsey jealous" She struggled to ignore him again, while driving along the country road. She hated and loved that angel so much she couldn't even find her words to prove it. By far she could see the dusky shadow of the town they were approaching, "Mild Peaks", glittering, close to the strawberry sky. It was all covered in a veil of amber, soft as a cobweb... Or...was that light? As the car was driving farther, the light that seemed at first a nice pastel painting made by the Arizona sky, now looked more real and intense than ever. The girl wrinkled her nose. That wasn't a sunset. That was a fire. Oh holy smokes. Like, literally. Smokes. Probably not that holy. The man behind straightened his position when he saw the small endangered town, full of flames, being taken by surprise. "Phew... That's a damn hot town". He looked sassy into the mirror and wiggled his eyebrows. The girl was caught by a short shiver at the sight of his goofy face and showed a small giggle, but that couldn't change her concernment. "...well, at least now we know it's not just a simple demon or phantom...". That was far more dangerous and big than she had expected. But she swore to go there and check it out. So she drove ahead.

#Gabriel #gabriel x reader #gabriel archangel #supernatural #fan fiction #desert #Arizona #hunter #Gabriel fanfiction #no fluff (not yet) *winks *#whiskey eyes #champagne eyes #eyes #eye #ey ey #e #I shouldn't be let writing hashtags when it's 1 am

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nova-friends · 8 years ago

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The creation of Nova

So to celebrate Nova’s one year story anniversary (yesterday the fifth) I decided to share the insight on how i created her character and answer a question that’s came up. I figured in case anyone was curious and hey, maybe it can help with your own character creation

So I have been writing a grand total of about 13 years now (with 90% of my stories forever hidden away in a broken computer or a folder i have on my laptop that says do not open) and one of my favorite things to do is AUs. I used to take series i loved and kinda strip it down to the basics and add my own spin to it. I always try to change a lot of it so i’m not just copying it completely.

So I heard about Star vs and I decided to check it out. I fell in love with the series after the preview episode and i decided to go back to writing (I had stopped for about half a year at this point which is why my early stories are so full of mistakes haha) I created my own version of the story and Nova was born. Nova (and Connor) are literally as old as the first Star vs episode.

As for actual character, aside from story elements, Nova is the same in my story i created and the Star vs au she now resides in.

In my original story Nova was a magical princess from another universe who was always trying to live up to her parents legacy and was sent to Earth to train *but was really was sent to keep her safe from an upcoming war* so i had to translate that to Star vs.

I think the main theme of Star vs is growth. Not only as a person but as a society(after seeing today’s episode, kinda confirms it). Star is constantly shown as the rebel mewnman princess, actively challenging the old ways of thinking and any attempt to suppress her nature and personality. So using that train of thought, i treated the nova vs verse as a spin off series. If Star vs is about growth, what would be the next series theme be?

Since star is about growth and being yourself, I decided to make Nova about being true to you really are, not who you think you should be.

Nova’s current identity is being the starco child. being the daughter of one of the most loved couples in the world (i used the internet, fans and how much the residents of Echo Creek and the monsters loved star as a gauge about how popular she would be in the future which i agree would be celebrity levels). and while it is a source of pride and comfort for Nova, it’s also a sure of insecurity (tying back into Nova’s original story)

So i had the key theme to the show. now to work it into the actual story. Nova is insecure about who she is and if she can measure up. I already have that Star is well loved in the universe but realistically, that wouldn’t be enough. That alone couldn’t explain why Nova was so unsure of herself as a Butterfly (kinda like i wasn’t sure if anyone would like Nova) so i decided to separate Star from her family.

I used some good old cosmic horror in the story shifting the important of Earth down. I found it interesting that in the first episode Star, a seasoned and well traveled dimension hopper, had never heard of the dimension of Earth and Moon clearly thought it was unassuming enough where Star could train safely. So i went with that, creating an alliance of dimensions who use their royalty to ensure peace treaties *just like the medieval period Mewni is based in* and the fact Earth was an unknown, uncared for space that Star fell in love with *Given throughout the show she makes no mention of missing Mewni or shows any signs of homesickness. Yeah she’s a snip away from visiting but every time she’s gone it was for family (her own or taking the Diaz’s) or because she was on a mission* This created the whole Star forced to come back and rule mewni alone while Marco was forced to take care of nova alone as the two (and their friends and allies) worked to reunite the couple

This allowed Nova have a longing for a mother who could only visit in short busts and to build Star into this amazing, incredible figure in her mind (Marco’s stories did not help lessen that) which Nova would judge herself against, to prove herself to the royals who doubted Star’s choice and herself. Nova’s drive to be as amazing as she build up her mother is in her head, something a lot of people have troubling shaking. it’s easy to look to someone else and have an unbiased view or point out something that isn’t quite what they think but when it comes to ourselves. we tend to be more hesitant to shake it off.

Now to build Nova’s actual character. I wanted her to have a confidence without being cocky but still a teenager. Everyone’s a mess as a teenager and no character is ever perfect and with her insecurity, her confidence is more of a flimsy mask than an actual shield. She blankets herself in the comfort of being Marco and Star’s daughter but it’s when she or someone else compares her to Star it because a hindrance. I also wanted her to be witty because I love those characters but full able to make mistakes. She’s not genius levels of smart but she gets good grades. She also is more outgoing than most people but when faced with her weakness or embarrassment, she tends to shut down quickly or become way more subdued.

As for driving force of the series: her relationship with Connor. I make it clear I am a hardcore romantic and i love me a good, well written love story. I wanted to play with an idea that I, at least personally, haven’t seen or written much about. What if two best friends were already crushing on each other but one was actively resisting it no matter how much they actually wanted it or how natural it felt. So like Star being this amazingly, impossibly perfect figure, i wanted Nova to fight what she saw as a cliche (rather than a troupe) Growing up, they were constantly teased about how cute they are, when would they start dating and Nova hated it growing up because she thought it was just people shipping them together because they could (she’s young so she’s a bit on the dense side) it isn’t until she grows up and begins having those kind of thoughts that she realizes they were right though is unaware it’s because they saw something she didn’t at the time. Nova is prideful though and in her mind, she thinks getting with Connor would diminish their amazingly awesome relationship into a cliche (something she treasures far too much to ever let go or ruin) no matter how badly she wants to and how well it worked for her parent.. She’s actively fighting her feelings in an attempt to protect something close to her heart (at least what she what she thinks).

So here’s some character creation ideas that went into the process of making nova. this next section is a late story spoiler though honestly you can figure it out way before i reveal it in story: Why does Nova have Star’s hearts? If you choose to stop here, thank you so much for reading this long complex mes of ideas that went into a character I never thought i would ever use more than once. Thank you everyone who reads nova, thank you so much for your love, your support and your amazing works. Seriously, I cannot tell you how much it all means to me. thank you because without you amazing readers, nova wouldn’t have gotten this far. She was supposed be a oneshot and here she is, still going. sorry for my long notes haha. Next time I’ll be doing the creation of Connor. Until then have an amazing week!

So the big question: Why does Nova have Star’s hearts?

The answer is easy actually. It’s her magic. the hearts are not actually Nova’s mark

Admittedly when i first designed Nova, her hearts were originally going to be something else but i wasn’t finding anything I really liked except fleur de lis but i wasn’t feeling it at the time. So i put the hearts as a placeholder. when Nova got more popular and people wanted her to have her own story, I knew i had to fix that lazy design choice but i realized i could use it in the story. Using the dip down lesson from Star and how the magic always instinctively knew what she was trying to do (Unlocking the locked closet Marco was trapped in and today’s amazing feat) Nova did the same except she’s never realized it. Nova missed her mother so much, longed to be with her so badly that she instinctively used her magic to give herself her mother’s hearts. No one of course has any clue about that. One day when she was 5, they appeared. everyone assumed Nova’s marks were just late given her half human heritage and no one has questioned it since (well yet). like Nova’s quest to find out who she really is, the marks are a source of pride and pain. They aren’t really who she is and she needs to climb of the shadow of her mother she’s created to find out who exactly Nova Anaelise Butterfly really is

#Nova vs #creation ideas #Sorry it's so long #minor spoilers

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fantasticmelon-blog1 · 8 years ago

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Week #2

Hello everyone :)

Hey look, I’m on time this week :D

It’s been another busy week, but you know what - I’m actually really happy with it. I used to be of the opinion that being busy was bad. When I was growing up I did a lot of different things so never had any free time and eventually it broke me a bit. I think I’ve come through that though, and I’m remembering how good it can feel to be productive. So, what have I been up to?

At the beginning of the week I went out to the cinema with my boyfriend to see Rogue One. What did I think of it? Well, as someone who has only seen 3 of the 7 released Star Wars episodes... it was okay. I mean, I wouldn’t fall over myself to see it again, and I felt like it was going to finish a few times in the middle of the film but it was certainly pretty to look at. There were some cool parts, but it wasn’t really my cup of tea. Some of the humour seemed a bit forced, and to be frank the part I found funniest was the fact that Darth Vader’s tower lair place (omg Star Wars fans I’m sorry I have no idea what it’s actually called dyuhfjhdskjflka) just looked like a budget Isengard. Maybe that was just me :P

After the film we went out for food at the Handmade Burger Co. As usual, it was really tasty ^.^ It was also super nice to actually be able to spend some quality time with the boyfriend. It’s been a while since we’ve had the time between us to actually go out.

The next day, we went round to a friend’s house to play board games. We ended up playing a game called ‘City of Horror’, which is a zombie survival type affair where you have to make alliances and sabotage each other. It was actually really good fun. I was pleasantly surprised, because usually when I play new games I spend all the time worrying about what I’m supposed to be doing (mostly because I’m too competitive for my own good ha) but because it was the first time any of us had played it we worked it out together. The best part? The fact I was a little bit cautious meant that I ended up winning the game ;D woohoo!

Work has been fairly standard this week. I think my favourite part was this interaction:

Child - Helen, I’m sleepy. Me - Oh no! Why are you sleepy? Child - I couldn’t sleep. Me - Why couldn’t you sleep? Child - I was thinking about how much I love my mummy and because I love mummy so much how can I sleep?

Bless ^.^ I did also get head butted, and I did stupid amounts of washing up all week, so it’s not all nice :’) but the nice moments make it worth it.

I spent a few evenings tidying in my bedroom and some of the things I found... oh my goodness. So many memories. Some of the books I found that I haven’t read since I was younger than 10, but they just made me smile to see because I’d temporarily forgotten they existed. I also found a load of old song lyrics, plans and chapters for stories I was going to write, and messages to and from friends. I basically spent hours grinning to myself. I also found my favourite lipstick which I thought I’d lost forever, which is a bonus :)

I spent most of my Saturday recording a new cover - and this time I play ukulele rather than use a backing track. I’ve done Love is on the Radio McFly, and I really truly released my inner cheese ball. It was great fun :D I actually scrapped the first version and started again and I’m so glad I did because I went from being really frustrated with it to being super happy with it. I will make another tumblr post with a link to it if you’re interested :3

Even after spending hours recording, I still managed to pick the boyfriend up from work in time for us to go to a house party for a friend’s birthday. I may or may not have drunk a little bit too much blue curaçao and got pretty silly by the time we got home :’) but it was super lovely having chance to sit and chat to people - especially the ones I hadn’t seen since before Christmas.

Band has been more or less boring test piece rehearsals this week - though I did have to stop myself getting big headed when the conductor told people on two occasions to listen to what I was doing because I was more or less the only one doing it right. Get wrekt universe *celebratory dance* woo ^.^ it felt good :3

Amongst all of these fun things I even managed to get my three NVQ modules finished. I felt really accomplished :) then I was rewarded by being set another three modules. Gdi :’) I think I managed to get the first ones done because I’ve started making myself timetables of things to do. It sounds like it’s be restrictive but its actually been really helpful for me. I can properly psyche myself up for what I’m going to do, and I don’t get overwhelmed by it all because I can limit it to a certain amount of things per evening. I would recommend it to anyone who wants to get a lot of stuff done but feels like they don’t have the time :)

So here’s to another productive week :) I think I’m going to try to get another cover recorded this week (if not, the week after!), and like I said I will link to my latest one in a new post - it’d be super lovely if you checked it out :3 Oooh also, I’ve been thinking of starting a thing on here called ‘Train of Thought’ where I periodically post little updates of what’s on my mind, or even short things I’ve written... that kind of thing. So keep an eye out for those too :D

I hope you are doing okay, whatever it is you’re doing :)

Helen x 15-01-2017

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