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mrs-dr-reid · 4 years ago

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Found

(A Criminal Minds Fic)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Summary: The team often misplaces Spencer in a crowd, and the Reader usually has to resort to “drastic measures” to find him so they can get back to work.

Genre: Sooooo fluffy, my guy.

Warnings: A few swears. One F-Bomb.

A/N: Okay, so, I love those tumblr posts where a fictional character can’t find their friend/sidekick/partner in a crowd, and they yell something to make the other person respond, then go, “Found him/her”, so that’s why I wrote this. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,630

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Spencer Reid is notorious for getting lost and/or distracted when the team has to enter a large crowd on a case. And funnily enough, Y/N L/N is most known for always being able to find him again so the team can keep working. Albeit through unorthodox means. Here are the top four best instances of how Y/N found Spencer, and one of how Spencer found Y/N.

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One.

The team was canvassing the Santa Monica Pier in regards to a series of drownings in the area. Only problem was it was the busiest day of the week, and it was teeming with people. Hotch, Rossi, and JJ were back at the local police station setting up the investigation board, which left Emily, Derek, Spencer, and Y/N on canvas duty.

They spilt into pairs, and Derek and Emily took the left side of the pier while Spencer and Y/N took the right. After about 20 minutes, Derek called Y/N and said, “You’re on speaker, L/N. We’ve got nothing so far, Little Mama. How’s it going for you and Pretty Boy?”, so she replied, “We managed to get a few things that could be helpful. We’ll have to compare them against the case info, but that shouldn’t be too hard once we get back to the sta...tion,” but trailed off when she noticed Spencer was out of her eyeline.

She said, “Hey, Derek? You or Emily got eyes on Spencer?”, so he responded, “Can’t say we do. Why?”, and Y/N said, “I seem to have misplaced him,” while craning her neck to look around.

Emily said, “Should we try his cell?”, so Y/N said, “No. I’ve got this,” hung up, then cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, “GEE, I SURE DO WISH SOMEONE COULD TELL ME HOW MANY KERNELS THERE ARE ON THE AVERAGE EAR OF CORN!!!”

A few seconds went by, then she heard Spencer yell from a churro stand, “STATISTICALLY, THERE ARE OVER 800 KERNELS ARRANGED IN 16 SEPARATE ROWS!”, which made Y/N smile and say, “Found him,” before working her way through the crowd to get to Spencer.

He offered her a churro with a smile, so she accepted it and said, “Thank you. Alright, back to the station with you, Churro Boy,” before grabbing his arm and pulling him along with her.

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Two.

JJ, Hotch, Spencer, and Y/N were checking out the dumpsite for the latest victim in a series of strangulations in Shipshewana, Indiana. The body was found in an alley by a flea market, and while Hotch was talking to the local police on the scene and JJ was questioning the garbage truck driver who discovered the body, Y/N looked up from examining the body and realized that Spencer had wandered off when she wasn’t paying attention, making her whisper, “Goddamnit, not again,” and try to locate Spencer in the sea of heads flowing through the flea market.

Hotch walked over to her and said, “We’re heading back to the station. You know where Reid is?”, so she said, “Not yet, but we both will momentarily,” which made him shoot her a confused look. JJ came over to them, noticed Hotch’s confusion, then said, “You’ll see,” just before Y/N yelled, “I WONDER IF SHERLOCK HOLMES WAS BASED ON A REAL PERSON!!!”

Just before Hotch could ask what that meant, Spencer yelled back, “HE IS!!! SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE MODELED HIM AFTER ONE OF HIS MEDICAL SCHOOL PROFESSORS, DR. JOSEPH BELL!”, which made Y/N smile, say, “There he is,” and pat Hotch’s arm before going to get Spencer. JJ said, “Told you,” and went to get in the SUV.

Y/N found Spencer at a second-hand book stall, and he held up a slightly worn copy of Gone With the Wind and said, “Nearly mint condition for six bucks! Can you believe it?”, so she responded, “Crazy. Let’s get moving, Bookworm,” and grabbed his hand to bring him back over to the SUV.

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Three.

Rossi, Spencer, and Y/N were retracing an unsub’s footsteps through a farmer’s market in Nashville, Tennesse because Emily had made the connection that all four previous victims and the latest victim in a series of abduction-homicides had made purchases there before they vanished.

Rossi took the north end of the market while Spencer and Y/N took the south. After the two of them had interviewed five stall owners, Y/N noticed the absence of a 6’1” shadow looming over her. She took a quick look around her, let out an annoyed sigh when she couldn’t spot Spencer, then said to the owner of the strawberry stall, “Thank you for the information. Now if you’ll excuse me, I seem to have lost track of my colleague,” before venturing into the crowd.

Y/N called Rossi and said, “Did Spencer make his way over to you?”, which prompted his response of, “He did not. Why? Did he wander off on you again?”, so she said, “Yup. I swear, that man has the attention span of a golden retriever. I’ll find him, one sec,” then hung up and put her phone in her pocket. She yelled, “HOW COOL WOULD IT BE TO KNOW THE EXACT NUMBER OF RIVETS THERE ARE IN THE EIFFEL TOWER?!!”, and waited, apologizing to the patrons in her near vicinity for her volume.

Spencer’s voice came from a handful of stalls down with the reply of, “THERE ARE APPROXIMATELY 2,500,000!!!”, which made her mutter, “Bingo,” before heading in the direction of his voice. She found him at a homemade donut stand, and he held up a brown paper bag while saying, “She had my favorite! Chocolate frosted with sprinkles! And she had yours too! Homemade bear claws!”, which made her say, “Excellent. Remind me to put a bell on you when we get back to the precinct,” before taking his arm in hers and dragging him off to find Rossi.

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Four.

Emily, Spencer, and Y/N were tasked with scoping out the latest crime scene in a series of stabbings in Duluth, Minnesota. This particular crime scene happened to be right near a pop-up carnival, and while Emily was talking to the local police, Y/N was interviewing the witnesses, and Spencer was surveying the scene, Y/N turned her head to see that Spencer was no longer by the crime scene.

She whispered, “Son of a bitch,” just as Emily came over to her, which prompted Emily to say, “Reid go AWOL, again?”, and Y/N to respond, “And the man swears he doesn’t have ADHD,” making Emily laugh slightly before saying, “Do your thing, Girlfriend,” and going back to talk to the lead detective.

Y/N yelled, “IF ONLY SOMEONE KNEW HOW LONG PLAYING CARDS HAVE BEEN AROUND FOR!!!”, and a few seconds later, Spencer yelled back, “PLAYING CARDS WERE FOUND IN CHINA THAT DATED BACK TO AT LEAST THE TANG DYNASTY, WHICH WOULD HAVE BEEN FROM AROUND 618 TO 907 A.D.!!!”, which made her mumble, “Yep. Boy Genius located,” before trotting off to look for him.

She found him at the cotton candy vendor with a bag full of the sugary pink stuff, and when she shot him an exasperated look, he said, “What? I was done looking over the crime scene!”, so she grabbed his hand and said, “One of these days, I’m buying you a backpack leash,” before dragging him back to where Emily was, but not before she snatched a handful of cotton candy from the bag he was holding.

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Five.

The whole team was out on Bourbon Street in New Orleans, Louisiana looking to catch an unsub in the act of hunting for their next victim when Y/N got separated from Spencer and Derek. When Spencer noticed, he said, “Hey, Morgan. Did you see where Y/N went?”, which made Derek say, “Nah, man. I thought you two were joined at the hip. Y’all are coming up on three months now,” and wink at Spencer.

He scoffed and said, “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean she won’t wander off,” before the two men tried looking around in an attempt to spot her. Derek said, “Huh. Normally she’s the one that has to track you down, Pretty Boy. This must be one hell of a role reversal,” and ruffled Spencer’s hair.

Spencer shrugged him off, then said, “Hang on, I want to try something,” and Derek said, “Alright. Get your girl, Lover Boy,” so Spencer rolled his eyes, then cupped his mouth with his hands and yelled, “SPENCER REID IS THE WORST PROFILER IN THE BAU!!!”, and it took less than three seconds for Y/N to yell back, “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!?!”, from a few yards away.

Derek burst out laughing, and Spencer smiled fondly before saying, “Found her,” and going to look for Y/N. He found her near some street musicians playing a variety of jazz songs, and when they started playing “La Vie en Rose” by Louis Armstrong, Spencer said, “It’s our song, Y/N/N,” which made her jump before saying, “Yeah, it is,” with a wistful smile on her face.

Spencer wrapped an arm around her waist, then led her back to where Derek was waiting while saying, “You’re never going to live that down. You know that, right?”, so she smacked his chest and said, “Yeah, I know. And here I was always teasing you for wandering away from the group,” before smiling and kissing his cheek.

Spencer smiled, then pressed a quick kiss to her lips before they rejoined Derek to keep an eye out for the unsub, but both Spencer and Y/N had a bit more pep in their step.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years ago

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Of something beautiful, but annihilating🚬3

Warnings: nonconsensual sex, violence and abuse, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of death'; violence, attempted rape.

This is dark!fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader’s husband brings home an unexpected houseguest.

Note: So this is for black Friday and then I’ll be working all today and tomorrow and schedule’s are super late so I dunno when Im working after that. Hope you guys enjoy and don’t hesitate to drop by my asks.

Thank you. Love you guys!

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Arvin let you pick the record. You found it among the box of your daddy’s music. It was one of your favourites and you were glad he wasn’t bothered by Patsy Cline’s droll tones. He seemed to enjoy it as he sat and read a magazine and you searched for a button from your large tin to match that missing from Roy’s jacket.

“You ever listen to Elvis?” He looked up from behind the pages.

“I… I heard him on the radio but you know we haven’t got new records since Daddy died,” you said as you continued your hunt. “And Roy don’t like all that new music. He says it’s no good.”

“Well, he doesn’t seem to like much, does he?” Arvin sniffed, “I always knew he was a grouch but I just thought it was the job.”

“He’s not… He’s just stressed. He works so much.” You looked down and settled on a button that was close enough.

“You do too,” Arvin hid behind the magazine again. “You should be the one goin’ out and doin’ what you like on a Saturday. Hell, if he ain’t gonna spend his time with you, you should do something of your own.”

“I like sewing,” you shrugged as you threaded the button, “You know, it’s not so bad. I get time to myself. A lot of people can’t say that.”

“Sounds pretty lonely to me,” he flicked the page.

You were silent. You didn’t know how to respond. He was skirting around what he really wanted to say, what you didn’t want him to talk about. The tension in the air thickened as you feared he would admit that he knew or you might confess that your husband wasn’t much of one. Hell, you’d yet to accept that yourself.

Your fears were assuaged by the sudden clatter on the porch and the hinges of the door as it was swung open. You sat up and set aside Roy’s jacket. You stood as he staggered inside. He always did like to drink when he fished, or did much of anything else. You frowned as he tracked mud in on his tall rubber boots.

“Roy, you’re making a mess,” you said as you went to the doorway and watched him stumble around the entryway.

“Keep ya busy,” he slapped a hand on the wall and wiggled his leg free of a boot. “There’s a whole pail of fish out front too.”

“Mmm,” you hummed as his cheeks glowed. You doubted he’d be awake that long. “Well, I’ll just fry those up while you sit down.”

“Agh,” he tripped over his other boot as he slipped it off and Arvin brushed by you to catch him.

“Hey, Roy,” he took his arm, “How was the fishing? Why don’t you sit down? We’ll have a beer.”

“I almost forgot about you, boy,” he shook free of Arvin and ambled closer to you, “Maybe you can hide away after dinner for a while?”

He dragged his hand up your thigh and slapped your ass as he passed you. Arvin turned as Roy clumsily traipsed into the living room and fell onto the couch. He looked at you but you couldn’t stand to meet his.

“Sure,” Arvin uttered, “I’ll just go get those fish first.”

He disappeared through the front door and you crossed your arms as you turned to watch your husband. His head lolled as he chuckled.

“You think he ever fucked a girl?” He asked, “Boy tiptoes around like a virgin.”

“That’s crass, Roy,” you reproached.

“Don’t act so innocent,” he snapped, “If you didn’t, maybe I’d… well.”

His words trailed off and he closed his eyes. He yawned and sighed loudly. You grimaced and listened to the door as it hit the frame again. Arvin continued onto the kitchen as Roy began to snore. It must have been a record how quickly he’d passed out this time.

You went through to the kitchen as Arvin drained the water from the pail of fish. You went to the drawer and got a knife. You rest it on its end as you gripped it and looked out the window.

“He’s already out for the night,” you said, “You hungry?”

“I said I’d make the fish, I meant it.”

“Nah, I’ll flay them and put ‘em in the fridge,” you swallowed, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“That you’re stuck here with us. Sorry he’s always drunk.” You looked down at the blade. You didn’t say what you really wanted to. Sorry you were stupid enough to choose Roy.

“That isn’t your fault and you know, I don’t mind it so much.” He neared, “We’re friends now, aren’t we? That’s worth it.”

You nodded but couldn’t smile. He always tried to make things seem nicer than they were. He was much better at it than you were.

“You comin’ to church tomorrow?”

“Of course,” he answered like it was obvious.

You turned away and laid out the fish across the cutting board. He stayed behind you, the record silenced and began to skip.

“I think I got somethin’ nice I can find.” He left you and the crackle of the Victrola died.

You slice the fish, careful not to cut your fingers as you deboned it and tossed away the heads and tails. You heard Arvin speak in a low voice and a grumble. Then heavy footsteps interspersed with lighter ones. The stairs groaned and you kept on, wrapping the filets in paper and tucking it away.

You cleaned up and washed the smell off your hands. The living room was empty so you climbed the stairs and found Roy face down on your bed. You turned to the open attic and Arvin descended the ladder.

“You got him to bed?” You tilted your head.

“Wasn’t so hard. Poked him a few times.” He grinned. “So what time do I needa be ready for church?”

“We leave about twenty minutes before service. It’s at eight.” You answered, “Oh, you know what--” You raised your index finger, “One sec.”

You spun and scurried into your father’s room. It was just as it had been before he died except now there were boxes stacked along one wall. You pushed open the closet and fluttered through the clothes hanging within. You pulled out the old grey suit and white shirt that had yet to yellow. You grabbed a tie from the drawer as you passed the dresser.

You smelled them as you went back to the door as Arvin peeked in.

“For church,” you held them out, “My daddy was a bit taller but he got skinny near the end. I can pin up the pants for you and you’ll look just fine.”

“Oh,” he face paled, “You-- I can’t--”

“Roy’ll never fit into these so please,” you pushed them against his chest. “And I don’t think he’ll be up in time for church so I need you to drive.”

He smiled and took the clothes. He hugged them as if they were precious. “Thank you. I’m gonna sound like you for a moment but you really didn’t have to.”

“You think I’m gonna forget that you promised to make the fish? It’ll be a nice Sunday night dinner.” You inhaled deeply, “I think that for tonight, I’m gonna lay down though.”

“Alright,” he let you past, “You have a good night.”

“You too,” you neared your bedroom door as Roy’s snores grew louder, “Might have to stuff my ears with cotton.”

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As you expected, Roy was too hungover to get up for church. You didn’t really go for the sermons but your daddy made it a habit when you were young to make sure you got to see the other kids in town. Sunday school had socialised you in the circles of the small town but they had proven less than welcoming. And since you’d grown out of your education, you went to trade recipes with some of the other wives.

Arvin was awake before you. As you pulled a cardigan over your blue dress you stopped at the bottom of the stairs and he appeared from the front room.

“Oh, Arvin,” you smiled, “That suit looks real nice on you. And the pants…”

“I sewed them myself last night,” he lifted his foot, “Remembered a few stitches.” He straightened the jacket, “You look real good too.”

“Well, aren’t we a pair?” You chimed. “Gonna have to be since Roy hasn’t moved since you dragged him to bed.”

“After you,” he waved to the door, “Think we should get goin’. My daddy woulda whipped me being late for the lord’s prayer.

You led him out the door and climbed into the truck opposite him. He turned the ignition and the engine rumbled to life. You felt calm as you smelled the early morning dew and you looked out the window as he shifted into gear. The lush green grass passed you by and trees swayed as he steered along the old country road.

As always, the church was crowded. You and Arvin squeezed in at the back. He was quiet and sombre as you entered. As you sat, you looked over at him. His jaw squared as the preacher came out and began his weekly scourge. A fire burned behind Arvin’s brown irises and he scowled for a moment before his face went placid.

You looked forward and folded your hands as you listened to Father Milton. You never cared much for his talk of hellfire and brimstone, to be fair, your daddy didn’t either, but in a small town, everyone knew when one was away from service. Roy never cared what anyone thought but you had to deal with Noreen and the other ladies at the grocer or around town about their own tasks.

When mass finished, you stood but Arvin hesitated. He stared up at the altar before he finally rose. He nodded to you and followed you and the other worshippers out into the sun.

You heard your name as you headed for the truck. You stopped and Arvin did too. You turned as Noreen, a woman older than yourself who fashioned herself to be the model for all society ladies, approached you. She wore a wide-brimmed hat over her blonde hair and took short steps in her heels.

“You promised me that carrot cake recipe. The one with the raisins.” She said. “Now I’ve been hounding you for three weeks.”

“Oh, uh,” you unclasped your pocketbook and fished out the card you’d made sure to stow after last Sunday. “Right here. I’m sorry, Noreen, but I gotta get back.”

“Where is Roy? Was he off drinkin’ again? You know, the lord did warn us all against excess.”

“Well, perhaps we can get him to come next week and you can warn him,” Arvin intoned and Noreen looked over in shock.

“Excuse me. And who is this… man you have as your escort?”

“Roy is letting the attic out to him. They work together. This is Arvin.”

“Arvin Russell,” he introduced firmly.

“That’s an unusual name,” Noreen remarked, “You’re not from here?”

“No, but from a place like this.” He countered, “I’m gonna go get the truck goin’.”

He turned without courtesy and marched away. You looked back to Noreen as she curled her lip.

“Oh, he is a rough one, isn’t he? You have that scoundrel livin’ with you?”

“He’s a good man. Helps around the house. It’s a big place and Missy Grable has a tenant of her own.”

“Missy Grable has a farmhand to tend the fields,” Noreen lifted her chin.

You weren’t certain what to say. Noreen always found issue with whatever you said and you hated to give her further reason to.

“Well, here’s the recipe. I really ought to go.” You said.

“I understand, honey,” She smirked, “Your husband needs his caretaker… oh sorry, wife.”

You flinched but said nothing else. Your shoulders dropped as you turned away and dragged your heels through the dirt. You opened the truck and climbed in without a word. You clutched your pocketbook and stared ahead as Arvin back out of the lot.

“Pardon my saying so and I don’t use this word often, but she was a bitch,” Arvin said. “Remind me why I ain’t go to church.”

You looked down and nervously unclasped and unclasped your purse. “You didn’t have to come.”

“No, it’s your house and I wanna be a good guest,” he said, “It’s nothing to do with you.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “My daddy hated goin’ too but he didn’t want me to be ostracised, you know? He told me, near the end, that he stopped believin’ durin’ the war. He said no god would let the things happen that he saw.” You leaned against the door and watched the buildings pass. “Seein’ how these Christians act, I can’t blame him.”

Arvin was quiet as you left the main street and the house began to thin out until the country sprawled out around you.

“My sister…” he said so low you barely heard him. He cleared his throat and spoke louder. “My cousin, she was tricked by a preacher man. She was young and too willing to love. And he was just a liar. He knocked her up then refused her.” His voice was brittle and you glanced over as his hand tightened on the steering wheel. “She hung herself but it was that snake-tongued charlatan who killed her.” He shook his head. “No god would take her like that. No god would let a man sworn to him trick the innocent.” He rubbed his forehead as his eyes bore into the distance, “I’m sorry. Just been a while since I sat in a pew.”

“No, I’m… sorry. Sorry about your cousin.” You said, “I didn’t-- You can stay home next week.”

He pondered it and a little smile curled his lips. “Don’t think I will. Think I’d like to see that Noreen again. Maybe say a prayer for her soul, wherever it may be.”

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Roy was still in bed when you got home. You tried to rouse him and he swatted you away. You brought him a sandwich and some water and left it beside him. You went back down to clean up as Arvin sat in the front room, As you wiped your hands, the record player buzzed and a tune rose on noontime air.

You went to the living room as Arvin stood straight and you listened to the smooth tones of Sinatra. He turned to you as you entered.

“I like this one,” you said.

“Me too,” He had shed the jacket and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, his tie disposed of. He turned his palm up as he stepped away from the player. “You dance?”

You giggled and shook your head. “No, not much of a dancer. Roy wouldn’t even at the wedding.”

“Come on. It’s a good song.” He got closer and began to sing out of tune, “I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all…”

You shied away and he caught your hand. You let him draw you closer and smiled as your cheeks warmed up.

“Just follow my lead,” he urged as he moved his feet, “Don’t look down, just one, two, one, two…”

You moved your feet around his as he swayed you and turned you on the spot. His hand settled on your lower back and you grasped his shoulders. You were jittery as you moved with him in time to the music.

“Arvin…” You breathed.

“Every pretty girl should dance,” he said, “I’d say you’re a hell of a dancer for a beginner.”

“Thanks,” you trilled and settled into his embrace.

“I mean it. You deserve more.” He leaned closer and you felt his hot breath on you. “You deserve the world.”

You smiled as he gazed across at you. Your heart leapt as there was a sudden clamour by the stairs and you pushed away from Arvin as Roy stomped into the doorframe. His hand fell away from your back and you tiptoed over to your husband.

“Roy, you’re awake? How ya feelin’?”

“All this goddamn noise you makin’ down here,” he grumbled, “Shut off that dang thing. There’s a game on.”

You flitted away and turned off the Victrola. You looked at Arvin as he watched Roy. He looked irritated and repulsed by the man.

“I gotta do some chores,” you muttered. “You boys enjoy the game.”

“I think I’m just gonna go upstairs,” Arvin tucked his hands in his pockets. “I’ll be down to cook that fish in a bit.”

You watched the younger man leave and Roy turned the dial on the radio. Your husband flopped onto the couch as the commentator’s voice filled the room.

“How about a beer?” He demanded, not asked.

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The day turned to night. Dinner was quiet and tense. Roy didn’t drink as much as the day before but the alcohol made little difference. Arvin was pensive and seemed to lose himself in thought. You were nervous as you thought of the dance and your temperamental husband.

You hadn’t done anything wrong. It was just a dance. How come Roy could spend his days drunk and dozing and you couldn’t do anything you liked?

You cleaned up after supper. Arvin retreated to his room once more as Roy sat in the living room with another bottle and you tidied up. You cleared the last of the mess and looked out into the front room. Roy belched and sneered as he saw you.

“Wife,” he beckoned you forward with two fingers, “What did you do today?”

“Went to church. Cleaned.” You edged closer. “That’s all. I was real worried about you, Roy.”

“Were you?” He snorted and stood as he dropped his bottle on the table. “You didn’t seem too bothered when I came down.”

“What do you mean?” You stopped a foot away from him.

“You and that kid. You get on real well, don’t ya?” He snickered. “You down here dancing.”

“Just a dance, Roy,” you said meekly, “I didn’t wanna be rude.”

“You just wanna be a whore,” he snarled, “Huh? What you doin’ with that boy? I’m your husband.”

“I know, I know that, Roy. I never-- I didn’t do nothing.” You pleaded as he stepped closer. “I was just waitin’ for you to wake up.”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” he hissed as he grabbed the back of your head and thrust you close to him. “You been doin’ everything but what a wife is meant for.”

He tore open the front of your dress and you cried out. “I’m gonna fuck you and let that boy hear who you belong to.”

“Stop, please.”

“Stop!? This is what you promised me, dear wife.”

You struggled with him as the smell of alcohol on his breath made you cringe. He spun you and shoved you so hard you stumbled back against the couch. You got up as he ambled after you and were knocked back by his fist. You cradled your cheek as you fell onto the cushions.

He pushed you up against the back of the couch and tried to wrench your legs apart. You squeezed your knees together and slapped at him blindly as fear bubbled in your veins. He forced your legs open and knelt on the couch between them. He grabbed your throat as you tried to wriggle away and he struck you again. He never hit your face; he didn’t like people to see what he did to you.

“I’ll show you,” he muttered, “I’ll show you, you little whore.”

He reached for his fly but his face mirrored your shock as he suddenly stilled and for a moment, he froze in time before he fell back onto the floor. Arvin stepped aside to avoid the crash and turned to hit him across the face. Roy’s brow split and began to stream with blood.

Arvin struck him a third time and pointed the gun at his head as he laid prone on the floor. Roy touched the back of his skull as he stared up barrel. The whack from the butt of the gun would likely leave a worse lump than his punches.

“Get up and go.” Arvin growled. “Or I’m gonna smear this carpet with your brains.”

“Are you crazy? This is my house!” Roy barked and pushed himself up. The pistol clicked and Arvin pressed it to his head.

“It’s her daddy’s house.”

“She’s my wife, boy.”

“You don’t act like no husband,” Arvin said gruffly, “You think I’m scared? Think I haven’t shot a man before?”

“Sure you have, boy.”

“It’s different. You go out and you hunt your bucks and they don’t know what’s comin’, they don’t even know when they shot. But a man, oh he knows to the end. He begs, even if he can’t speak, he does. It’s in his eyes, in the way he gurgles as the life drains from his lips.” Arvin kicked Roy, “And once I pull this trigger, you’ll be begging too but it’ll be too late and there ain’t no words you can say to stop the blood. So you shut up and you go before you can’t.”

You were paralysed on the couch. Your head throbbed as you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. You trembled as Roy stood slowly and winced as Arvin followed his movement with the muzzle of the gun. Arvin followed your husband to the door and you heard the sharp whine of the other before it clattered shut.

Crickets chirped as dirt stirred beneath feet and you heard the old truck shudder to life. The door snapped shut and locked loudly. Arvin appeared and lowered the gun. You stared at it as he came close. He set it on the table and sat beside you as he touched your face and you winced.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he pulled you against him, “I’m sorry he hurt you. I shoulda-- shoulda been faster.”

“Arv…” Your voice turned to a wisp and you let him hold you.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I got you now.”

#arvin russell #arvin russell x reader #Dark Fic #dark!fic #reader x oc husband #fic #series #the devil all the time #of something beautiful but annihilating

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purekesseltrash · 4 years ago

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Chapter 12 of Bury Them Deep, the final chapter, is out!

Fave Excerpt:

Mezou jammed his hands inside of his coat pockets, unsure of what to say or even do besides grin like an idiot. Tokoyami came to a stop finally and stared at Mezou, mouth open as if he was about to speak. He gaped for a moment more before a distinctly annoyed look came across his features. “Fuck,” he hissed, “I had a whole speech that I was thinking up on the way here and suddenly I have found my mind to be a blank slate.”

Mezou laughed, unable to help himself, “I don’t need speeches.”

Tokoyami stepped forward to grab at Mezou’s coat, his grip firm and his face honest, “You deserve them. I fear I am an incurable romantic and this is simply how I function. But my words have fled like cowards and the only part of the speech that I can remember is this, but it is the important part. Let me take you on a date. A real one.”

“I’d like that,” Mezou said softly.

Fun Facts:

- Hand to god, I had not decided on names for all of Shouji’s siblings until I had to write them. Thank you, Japanese Name Generator. Though Makoto is another Sailor Moon reference. I also had not know that Shouji’s mom was where he got his artistic eye from, though I am glad for it.

- My favorite Hip song is ‘Lake Fever’ or ‘Scared’. I thought that the lyric in Lake Fever was ‘You whispered Courage’ for the longest time, legitimately until I checked the lyrics to write the pivotal fucking scene only to find out that no, it was ‘hurry’. It all worked out, thank GOD.

- IDK if anyone noticed, but I ship them as Tokoshouji, as opposed to Shoutoko. I like the idea of Tokoyami being one taking the initiative better and it seems to fit his character anyway. I don’t see this dynamic often and it drives me nuts because I could write an ESSAY on why it works so well. Idk.

- Not even gonna lie, the last Mic segment made me cry. It was like my final good bye to everyone reading, it’s personal. And it’s basically me peeking out there, as opposed to just Mic. For all of hockey’s shitty aspects, it’s the best game in the world. I love it and I want it to be good and I will do what I can to make it be good.

More stuff under the read more about my future plans with this universe:

- So I have written a chapter and a half of an Erasermic prequel, basically telling the story of what happened when Shouta retired and ended up drugged to the gills and numb to the world at Hizashi’s doorstep, despite the two of them not having seen each other in legitimately over 10 years.

- I also have a side story of Kirishima and Bakugou, both with an idea of how they got together as well as what happens to them when they get to the NHL. (Spoilers: Kirishima does not have a good time as the first out and gay NHLer. He basically gets buried in the minors despite being legitimately good. Eventually he finally quits hockey way too young. Bakugou meanwhile is a generational talent and is legit too good to bury in the minors. When Kirishima retires, Bakugou flies to Tokoyami and Shouji’s house, where Kirishima is licking his wounds, and is like ‘Marry me.’ Kirishima tells him that he’s only going to say yes if Bakugou proposes with a Cup ring and Bakugou is like ‘Bet’.

- I also have one in mind on Ojiro and Shinsou. They had an amicable breakup when they graduated, both understanding that the life of a hockey wife wasn’t gonna work for Ojiro. Ojiro went on to meet a super cool alt girl through the info sec community and they got married and had a daughter. They end up splitting up amicably when their daughter is around 7 and split custody without much of an issue. Ojiro works remotely and lives in what is basically a lake cabin up in northern Minnesota. He and Shinsou have kept in touch and when Shinsou finally retires, he comes to visit Ojiro. The fic would go over them meeting up again.

- And then, of course, there’s Shouji and Tokoyami.

They get their shitty apartment in Atlanta. Kenta helps them with the deposit and also goes with Shouji as he tries to find one. Shouji ends up getting taken on by Orca, a buddy of Loder’s who generally doesn’t take Midwestern farm boys on as apprentices but he makes an exception, despite the fact that his work very afro centric. Shouji is a nice guy though and a damned hard worker and has a good eye so Orca keeps him on for a long while. Shouji still ends up picking up a bunch of odd jobs here and there, mostly grunt work like putting up drywall, but it gets him and Tokoyami through the absolute agony that is legal school.

Tokoyami goes into intellectual property law. He knows how much work goes in to art and creative stuff and he wants to protect people like Shouji. He ends up making a pretty nice living and they’re able to pay off the credit card debt that they accumulated during Tokoyami going through law school. Shouji actually starts doing pretty well for himself too, mostly with his pottery but still with some sculpture. Eventually Tokoyami proposes that they move to Raleigh, both because it makes sense for both of them and their jobs and well... because they have a hockey team.

Shouji never gave up hockey. He had some years right after college where he did struggle to even look at his gear. He had told his parents that he was gay and not going to the NHL over the phone as they were planning to come to his graduation, because he just couldn’t take them wasting money when he knew that they would never want to talk to him again. Unfortunately, he was right. Kenta still came to his graduation though and had two bullhorns that he slammed the entire time that Shouji was accepting his diploma. He even brought Shouji his own pride flag and insisted on taking a picture with him holding it. He posted the picture on his facebook with a very bold pronouncement that he was very proud of the first Shouji to get a college degree and how anyone that had a problem with his little brother could take it up with Kenta. Still, Shouji went through some real mourning with the loss of his family and he took a small break.

But then he came back to it, once they started to get a little extra spending money. He found a beer league group in Atlanta and started to really get back into the game, researching ways to improve in his downtime. It got a little weird sometimes at the beer league games because sometimes Shouji would forget that he’d decided to wear eyeshadow or would forget that he had on entirely wrong undergarments but everyone accepts that goalies are weird so it was accepted. Eventually he ends up having people ask him to coach for their kids, which he is loathe to do until Tokoyami points out that it’s better than Shouji do it, as someone who knows how damaging expectations and pressure can be, than anyone else. So that becomes a little part time job of his.

Everything isn’t perfect for Shouji and Tokoyami. Nothing is perfect. Tokoyami is a borderline hoarder and Shouji can’t stand mess and that causes them to fight enough that they wisely seek counselling. But they’re happy. Tokoyami eases up on the goth stuff and accepts his accent a bit more, though he still dresses in dark colors, especially for court. Shouji actually gets to play around a little with the whole genderqueer thing and makes up for the time that he spent avoiding anything that would make him seem too gay. And they still work really well together, becoming the pair that everyone from college kind of groans at, because they’re so ridiculously in love, but also envies.

They get season tickets to the Carolina Hurricaines. You’ll see them with Tokoyami in a Devils jersey and Shouji with one of many from his massive collection. Tokoyami will make comments here and there during the game, showing that he does actually listen when Shouji talks about goalie stuff and they only ever miss a game for gallery openings or work events. Otherwise, they are there in their seats, holding hands and watching the game.

Feel free to ask me any questions! I’m more than happy to talk about this, if you couldn’t tell. (Also, I do have some half written smut so uh.... yeah.)

#btd #tokoshouji #shoutoko #shotoko #tokoshoji

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titansandcurses · 4 years ago

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you said forever

ok so for the first jatp fic i am EVER POSTING ON THIS WEBSITE ofc it had to be something angsty 😈 and after listening to olivia rodrigo’s new song drivers license i was feeling mega inspired so… here we go i guess! also its kinda short but oh well im pretty proud of it so you can deal with its length

summary: the boys crossed over more than a year ago, but julie’s still mourning. she just got her driver’s license, and a memory comes flooding back (i’m not exaggerating when i say i legitimately listened to drivers license on repeat while writing this).

word count: 1,257

Julie wanted to cry. No, not wanted - needed. She needed to cry, to show some kind of emotion, to stop bottling it up, but she just couldn't. She needed to be strong more than she needed to cry, and what would her dad think if he walked in on her in her room, crying? He didn’t know what had happened. No one did but her and Flynn, and Julie had already spent too many hours crying on Flynn’s shoulder.

It was a good thing, she reminded herself, a good thing that the boys crossed over after the Orpheum performance. They could be at peace now. They were with her mom now.

But, God, did she want them back. When they left, Alex, Luke, and Reggie had left behind a cosmic ache in her chest, a hole that could never be filled. Alex, with his dry comments and comforting words and dance moves. Reggie, with his honesty and loyalty and joy. And Luke, oh God, Luke. Luke with his passion and his love and his stupid, stupid smile. Some days, Julie missed her boys so much she wanted to just curl up in bed with Flynn and not move.

Going into her mom’s studio had become a whole new level of hard. Seeing their instruments and clothes on top of her mom’s things? The mere thought of doing that made her want to cry. Julie was strong, but even she couldn't bear losing four people in less than two years. She had barely known them, time-wise, at least, but she loved them. Julie loved her boys with everything she had, and now they were gone.

Of course, it’s not like she could show it.

It’s not like she could just stop playing music again.

Not that they'd want that, anyway.

So Julie had kept going. She had gone on with regular life, acting like everything was normal when in actuality, she felt like she had shattered into a thousand pieces.

She had continued on with her life, and as most teenagers do, Julie had just gotten her driver’s license. The glossy card had a picture of her, wearing Alex’s pink shirt and Reggie’s leather jacket and Luke’s wallet chain. And as the seventeen year old looked at her name printed on the license, she couldn't help slipping into a memory.

Julie and Luke sat next to each other on the sidewalk. It was growing dark, the sun disappearing over the tops of the palm trees, and Julie was getting nervous. In a few minutes, Flynn would get there and they’d have to go inside to perform their song, Finally Free, for a café of record execs. Reggie and Alex were already inside, watching the other bands, but Julie couldn’t bring herself to go in and Luke stayed with her.

As a car sped past the two of them, a question popped into Julie’s mind.

“Did you ever get your driver’s license?” She asked the boy next to her. “While you were alive, I mean.”

“Yeah. Me an’ Reggie got ours on the same day.” Luke responded, a smile on his face as he remembered the day. “Why?”

“Just curious. I’ve had my permit for a couple of months.”

“You like driving?”

“I’m not sure yet. It’s kind of stressful.”

“Yeah, I get that. Alex is the same way with it.”

“Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Like driving.”

“Oh. Yeah, I love it. My parents could never afford to get me my own car, so I usually drove my dad’s or Bobby’s car.”

“What do you like about it?”

“I dunno. The freedom, mostly, I guess. And you're stalling, by the way.”

Julie blinked innocently at Luke, finally tearing her gaze away from the road. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said.

“It’s okay, Jules. I got you. Me an’ the boys, we've got you. You’re a star, you’ll do great out there.” Luke said, looking as if he wished desperately to be able to reach out to her.

“You got me?”

“I got you. Forever.”

Julie smiled slightly at her new band mate, before looking back out at the road and spotting Flynn walking towards her. She hauled herself to her feet, whispering a small “thanks” that Luke just barely caught, and walked over to meet Flynn.

“I got my driver’s license today, Luke. Just like we talked about.” Julie said softly, leaning back onto the headboard of her bed. A tear rolled down her cheek, followed by another one, and another one, until they were flowing freely.

“I drove through the suburbs, and I pictured I was driving home to you.” She said, hoping he could hear her somehow. “I saw the sidewalks we crossed. I still hear your voice in the traffic.”

She could still see the boys in her room, poking around in her dream box and looking at all her pictures. She could still hear Reggie’s laugh, still see Alex’s pacing, still feel Luke’s hands on her cheeks that last moment before he left her.

“Forever, Luke. You said forever.”

Julie let her head fall to the side as the tears slowed and spotted a familiar notebook next to her dream box. She wiped the last of her tears away, got up off her bed, standing on shaky legs, and got up on her toes to reach it. As Julie walked back to her bed, she opened it, almost scared of what she would see in it.

The songbook was filled to the brim; songs, poems, and miscellaneous thoughts, lyrics, and melody snippets. Julie’s smile grew every time she came across a Julie and the Phantoms song or Trevor Wilson song, but when she got to the most recent page, her smile fell.

It wasn’t a full song. It was just a title, melody, and a few lyrics, but she swore her heart stopped when she read what was scrawled across the top of the page in what was unmistakably Luke’s handwriting.

My Star.

It’s what he used to call her. A star. His star.

She sat there, holding that journal in shock, for what felt like centuries, before her brother’s voice sliced through her thoughts.

“Julie!” Carlos called from downstairs.

“Yeah?” Julie yelled back after a moment.

“Dinner!” Her little brother responded.

“Okay! Be there in a sec’!” Julie said before going back to the songbook.

She looked at that title again, needing to know it was real. Once Julie could confirm she wasn’t seeing what she wanted, she scrambled to read the few lyrics he had written, desperate to feel like he was still there. “I know we’re not perfect but I’ve never felt this way for no one. And I just can’t imagine how I’ll be okay once I’m gone.” Twenty-six words. He had written a measly twenty-six words, but it was more than she needed. Julie fumbled around on her bedside table for a pencil, the lyrics flowing from her like water in a stream. All she had to do was imagine his face, his eyes, his smile, the way he acted with the other boys, and she was filled with inspiration. Julie remembered the looks they shared while performing, the way she felt after he came to visit her at school, the way she felt that night outside the café and soon she had a new song.

It was a sad song, a heartbroken song, but it was the last song she’d ever write with Luke. Her Luke.

Even when he was gone they made each other better.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms fic #jatp fic #juke #julie molina #luke patterson #palina #alex mercer #reggie peters #angst #olivia rodrigo #drivers license

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pinkpetalwaterimagine · 5 years ago

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Three cute ghosts

First imagine ever, I accidentally deleted my previous account, so I’m starting a new one here. Anyway, hope you like it, and don’t hesitate to point any mistake. (I’m French, so sorry in advance)

Summary : Luke is mean to you, but not for long.

Word count : 2,5 k

You’ve lived forever in the same neighborhood and easily created a bond with the neighbors. Your neighbors are Julie Molina and her family. You were good friends, and you helped her during through everything. From the death of her mom, to her discovery of three cute ghosts friends. You heard her scream one night and the next morning you were asking her what happened. Even though you considered you were friends you still respected the social boundaries.

« What happened last night ? I heard you scream. » you asked when you saw her at school.

« Oh it was nothing, I mean it was a … spider. Yeah, right, those spiders always here when you don’t want to. » she answered unsure of herself.

You doubted what she said, nevertheless, you let it slide, if she wanted to talk about it she would come your way.

The day passed without a hitch and Julie and you decided to go study to her house.

« Go ahead, I’m just going to make some snacks for while we study » said Julie while you climbed the stairs to her room.

You opened the door and saw three cute guys roaming around her room. The four of you stared as each other, not a word coming from neither one of you.

Then, the brunette one finally said something : « I think she can see us » he said in a whisper.

« Oh really ? And what gave it away ? » sarcasm dripping from the blond guy.

« Uhhhhh Julie, could you come here for a sec ? Like real quick ? » you yelled towards the door without leaving out of sight the three guys.

They were in circle, whispering between them. Julie alerted by your yelling was in her room in no time. « Why is there three cute guys in your room? » you asked. « She thinks we’re cute. » you blushed at those words, but damn right they were cute. Julie gave a disapproving look to the boy who just talked. « You can see them?! » She exclaimed.

You thought that she was really becoming weird, why wouldn’t you be able to see them ?

« Yeah, i don’t understand what’s the issue here ? »

« Well, we’re ghosts. » said the boy that hadn’t talk until now.

Silence in the room, no one was talking, or breathing for a matter of fact.

« Yeah, right, okay I’m out of here. » you took your stuff, ready to go back to your place. You looked at Julie for any confirmation or whatever. You didn’t even knew what you were looking for, but it was definitely not this kind of explanation.

« Wait Y/N ! - she stopped for a second- it’s the truth, they are ghosts »

You couldn’t believe what she was saying right now ! You stepped towards the door.

« I’m serious, please come here ! Just let me show you or prove it to you ! » she said, a pleading look in her eyes.

You decided to hear her until the end of her demonstration. « just try to touch one of them, you’ll see ! » she encouraged you.

You went to grab the blonde’s shoulder, but your hand went through. « What the hell is happening here ?! » you started to freak out. « Why can’t I, why is he ? What …? »

« I think she’s panicking » said the one that you supposed was the funny guy of the group.

« Y/N meet Reggie, Alex and Luke. » they all gave you nod as Julie said their names.

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As time flew, it has already been two months since you have met the boys, and this discovery that only you and Julie could see the boys has brought you closer with Julie but not only. You were spending all your free time in the garage wether it was doing your homework or just chilling in « Luke’s couch » with the boys. You started to really be like family to them and they were just as much for you.

Your relationship with Luke, though, was different than with the other boys, you felt like he was always trying to not tell too much, to not let you enter into his world (even if it was impossible for some obvious reasons). He seemed to not want your company. You were sad about it because you knew that it could be really fun to be around, you saw how he interacted with the boys and Julie, how much of a sunshine he could be, but sadly not to you.

You thought that he didn’t like you and he did not wanted you as a friend. You stopped trying to get his attention, or paying attention to him. It was painful for you, but if he didn’t care you weren’t one to wallow in self-pity because a guy wasn’t friendly. You didn’t look into his (beautiful, big, dead) eyes from now on. When he was around you didn’t want to annoy him more than he seemed to already be. When he was around your persona changed a bit and everyone could see that.

As you were lying on the floor, you felt someone laying by your side. You opened your eyes to find Alex joining you on the floor of the garage. You were really closed to Alex, he was the one with the « softer touch » and you could tell him everything.

« So what is happening to you right now ? You don’t seem like yourself nowadays » he started off.

You were a bit taken a back, you did not know that they noticed the change when Luke was around. You did not wanted them to know that it was affecting you.

« Nothing, everything is … great » you said the last part in a whisper.

« Yeah because you seem like it. », you could never lie to Alex, he always has seen right through you.

« It is just that … » you were interrupted by the whole gang walking in the studio. Saving you from things you didn’t wanted to admit, even to Alex.

You got up and packed your things : « I have to back, bye guys » you waved and kiss Julie on the cheek before leaving.

Because of the tense atmosphere you tried spending less time at the Molina’s house, mostly to avoid a certain beanie’s fan ghost. You stayed more in school and actually tried new club because why not. It is in writing class that you actually met Peter. He was really cute and nice to you, you hang together and started to become really close friends. Julie saw that this new friend made you really happy and she was absolutely and unconditionally supportive of the two of you.

You were still hanging around the studio to support your friends, and Luke being cold to you was not such an issue anymore. You knew that you had great friends and if he did not wanted to be a part of it then suit him.

As you were sitting on the couch listening to the band rehearse, you were smiling down at your phone because of Peter’s text. He was such a great friend, always sending you gif or cute pictures.

« C’mon Y/N ! Be a little more focused, we need your truthful opinion, and here you are smiling at this little box ! » exclaimed Alex.

« We could have played Home is Where my horse is you wouldn’t even have noticed » added Reggie. The three other members gave him a dirty look.

« You know I would love to hear the song » you said trying to change the topic of the conversation.

« That’s besides the point, Y/N, and you know it. Was it Peter ? » asked Julie. She knew you too well.

« Who’s Peter ? »

You couldn’t believe it, Luke did not ever cared about your life or what you were doing, but there he was asking about the only boy in your life. And Peter is a friend nothing more you knew that.

« He’s a good friend » you answered shortly. « okay, I have to run, bye guys. You killed it one more time. »

You left quickly. As you were standing in the Molina’s driveway you realized you forgot your bag. You went back to the studio to pick it up. You heard the guys talked, you did not mean to eavesdrop but you were a little bit curious of what they were talking about when it’s just the three of them.

« I know what this is about. You’re jealous of all the attention Peter is getting. » you recognized Alex voice. But to who was he talking ? Who could be jealous about your friendship with Peter ? They don’t even know the guy for crying out loud.

« Especially from Y/N. » added Reggie.

Oh. So they were talking to Luke. About you. What in the world is happening now.

« Please. You think I care if Y/N gives another guy a little attention? How insecure do you think I am ? » you heard Luke’s voice, a little bit higher than ordinary.

The three boys stayed in silence for a few seconds.

« Seriously, how insecure do you think I am ? » exclaimed Luke in annoyance.

« Bro, dont get mad. It’s just that we know you and we don’t understand why you are acting like she is yours when you have never said more than five sentences in a row to her. Just imagine how she is feeling, if we don’t understand, how could she ? » Wise words spoken by Alex.

You thought it was the best moment to enter the room like you did not hear what they said. You did not even know what was that all about. Luke is jealous ? And like Alex said, he never spoke to you and yet he pulled the jealous card.

You picked up the bag from the floor as they stared at you with wide eyes and left without saying anything left.

« Do you think she heard us ? » asked Reggie.

« Nah. Nahhhh… she would have said something right ? » enquires Luke.

« I think you should ask Julie, I mean they are friends, she knows probably more than we do. »

A week later you found the strength to go support the band during rehearsals. As you stepped in the garage, you were faced with Luke adorning a bright smile.

« Hi Y/N ! » he said with a cheerful voice.

Once again, you were gobsmacked. What happened during the week you didn’t see them ?

« Uhh, hi ? »

Luke saw the bewilderment on Y/N’s face and thought about his conversation earlier this week with Julie. He didn’t know how to approach her and ask questions about Y/N.

« Uhm, Julie. I was wondering, if by any luck, you know why Y/N is coming less to the studio ? » he just finished his sentence and Julie was already looking at him like she was ready to jump on him and hit him.

« Are you kidding me ? She’s coming less and less because you are not really the most welcoming person around here. She feels like when she’s here and you are as well, like she is a burden because you never talked to her and you just brush under the carpet everything she tries to say. » she said without taking a breath.

It hit Luke, since the first day in Julie’s room when he saw her, he knew that if he let enter his world they would be both hurt. But by rejecting her he did the same, even worse.

« So we wanted to play to you our new song and then we could do movie night ? » Luke suggested with his puppy dog’s eyes.

You were a bit taken aback to say the least but nonetheless you smiled at him and nodded to his proposition.

« We’re Julie and the phantoms and this is bright » Luke begin as if he was at a real gig.

« Tell your friends !» Added Reggie.

The performance was on fire. They all played their hearts out and it was just breathtaking. They let go of their instruments and all of them piled up on the couch for love night. You were at the far end of the couch, squeezed between the armrest and Luke’s huge biceps. They decided to watch high school musical 3, aka the best movie in the whole world. You sang every song so does Julie. And Luke kept watching you as you were dancing and singing.

« What ? » you asked him a little embarrassed, cheeks red and a small smile on your face.

« Nothing, you’re just cute » he blurred out. Everyone suddenly stayed still, and your cheeks reddened at his words.

You just took your spot on the couch and try to forget he said that.

Movie night definitely was the turnaround in Luke and your’s relationship. He was more friendly, always trying to make you laugh, always trying to see your smile. But what he enjoyed the most was seeing you blush. He would always make a comment about how cute you were, about how nice and pretty you were and so on. The other members could not take it anymore.

« When are you going to tell her that you liked her ?! We are sick of seeing you flirt with each other. » complained Alex. Luke didn’t even respond, he just smiled looking down at his shoes with a soft blush.

« I don’t know man, I mean it all seems complicated. I mean she’s her and I’m, well a ghost »

« I did not take you for a quitter. » Julie chimed in. « Luke you like her and she obviously feel something for you ! You just have to tell her »

You were at your house working on your calculus homework when you just received a text from Julie : « 911, need you asap, meet me in the garage. »

You let your calculus book on your desk and almost run to the house next to yours. As you enter the garage you did’t see anyone. Was it a joke ?

And then, you saw Luke, in his famous tank top, his arms popping out, his hair under the orange beanie that you liked so much.

« Julie sent me a text, is there an emergency ? » you asked after having finish drooling over Luke.

« Y/N, umm, I need to say something to you, and it’s not simple, and I’m really nervous. I mean what if the others were wrong and what if it changes everything ? »

« Luke, calm down, you’re rambling, I don’t understand a word you say. »

« I just wanted to say that I like you Y/N. Like like you like you. I know it might be a little complicated between us ».

You didn’t let him finish and took him in your arms. Wait ? In your arms.

« You, you can touch me, what is that ? »

The shock pass and you decided to make him more shocked. You pushed your lips to his. They felt warm against yours (who would’ve thought). Your lips and his moved in sync seeming to not having enough of each other.

« Ewwww, you guys could do that somewhere private »

You snapped out of your trance and saw Alex, Reggie and Julie looking at you shocked.

« Wait you can touch him? » Julie exclaimed.

She extended her hand to Alex and she did not go through him. Almost instantly everyone formed a group hug so happy to be able to add this « power » to their relationships.

The group tumbled on the floor. You were crushed by Reggie bod, yourself crushed on luke’s body.

« Hey there » he said in a whisper, looking in your eyes.

You tilted your head and kissed him what’s again.

« O C’mon guys ! Please! »

You laughed, burying your head in the scruff of his neck.

#jatp #jatp fanfic #luke imagine #luke patterson #julie and the phantoms #luke x reader #luke x y/n #luke patterson imagine

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tartagliaxx · 4 years ago

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first off, hello 🤷‍♀️ anon! sorry i missed you out

and secondly, dw, marius is my favourite too lol, he reminds me a lot of my younger cousin who i lived with when i was younger. i was always the one who took care of him and marius calling me older sister just set off so much memories of my childhood. the both of them are also vv similar in personality, attention seeking, playful and artistic so i always see him whenever i look at marius.

artem is probably my second favourite ngl, ever since i read his ssr where he was jealous and got drunk (what a good combination lmao) i just grew so soft for him. at the end of the day, he's just a vv soft sweetheart who's insecure that we'll leave him :(( i have like 3 ssrs at lvl36, two of them are artem cards and the other is luke. i vibe with luke too bc i love the childhood friends trope, it's top tier. and as for vyn... i have vv mixed feelings abt him. i feel like he could so easily see through me if he was real and i'm just like, how about no. he's rlly pretty though, like rlly pretty.

*major spoilers*

and you've finished the archon quests!!! personally, i feel like the ending felt a bit rushed(?). it's weird bc i thought the resistance war against the raiden shogun was supposed to be the center of the story, but it just devolved to us helping yae with the entire war being swept to the side. and i already knew somebody was gonna die, and as soon as i saw that teppei had become the captain, i just knew.

it's interesting bc i would love to explore what happened to la signora and scaramouche to make them so disregarding of human life. like, i don't like them, but i want to understand their minds. it's sad to read signora's artifact's background honestly. and the fact that her crown said she used to be called rosalyne, that she had perhaps once led a more innocent and naive existence. i dunno, to me it seems like a good ending for her honestly, she had already lost herself after her lover's death and brings pain to many others, i don't think she can rlly return to being her again.

and honestly, a lot of people are talking abt scaramouche not telling signora he already had the gnosis and saying that he orchestrated her death, i don't rlly think so. i feel like he's just that apathetic to human life, even if it's someone that stands on his side, he just doesn't care enough. it also says how he never got along with anyone, not even his fellow harbingers, so i don't know why ppl expect him to seek out someone he doesn't like just to warn her of danger.

i vibe with scaramouche and la signora as the antagonists bc they're good antagonists, but as characters, well. other than the fact that they're pretty, they have like one likeable trait and that is their loyalty. they would do anything for the tsaritsa even if it cost them their life. i'm rlly excited to see what the tsaritsa has in store for us in the future.

considering our sibling is nicknamed 'the prince/princess', i wonder if there's gonna be a day where we're gonna have to go toe to toe with them. if we had them backed them into a corner with no way out, i wonder if they would kill us. it would be an interesting twist if we could actually die, but i feel like the protagonist halo will prevent it lol and i'm sorry bc god, this is so long.

— r. anon

marius. that’s the tweet. man,, you dont realize how in love i am w him?? like,, this man was literally my only hope when i fell horribly sick. i cant w myself now that i’m hearing it w my own voice. it must be nice to remember the good ol’ days… i despise my cousins and i dont have siblings so i dont really have that sort of connection w him. to me, his onee-san is just a joke? a petname? idk but it simultaneously makes me so mad and giddy just like childe’s existence does

i like vyn bc his vibes are sus but at the same time, he’s cares abt our mental health 🥺👉👈 no one’s ever said shit like that to me… jokes aside, luke is seriously threatening his spot bc of his blushing bs like pls 🤲 i’m so weak for that shit give me more. artem makes me soft too like,, he keeps mentioning that he trusts us and he’s just…. HE’S A BIG TEDDY BEAR THAT BLUSHES AT LIKE ACCIDENTAL HAND BRUSHES GRRRR. in conclusion, i love them all.

but man,, give me ssr luck… literally, im in pain…

now that the excitement’s worn off, i can now judge things properly. i think that… the pacing is horrible. like the plot is good, genuinely, but there’s just,, so much to explore abt this. if you think abt it, this is the climax and yet we didnt get much. scratch that. we got a lot but it’s all underdeveloped that it felt like nothing. we go to sangonimiya, got promoted, became captain for like, one sec before we are sent onto an investigation that didnt really produce any results bc app teppei alr knows everything? and then the delusion thing is a good plot point but it’s not really explored? just… a lot of things are left unexplored and i think that story wise, a lot of the possible lore explanations went down the drain. it would’ve been nice if we saw more abt the rebellion and if we had gotten to know whats the real deal w the commissions but eh… idk… i would’ve rather done more quests abt this whole storyline than like… do that whole dance w the three people who lost their vision in 2.0.

if im going to be honest, la signora is such a wasted character. like maybe her death was just for the shock factor or maybe it’s to prepare us for more harbinger encounters in the future.. idk but she’s such a good character from what we’ve seen but we know jack shit abt her and her motives. we know a little from the artifact set but beyond that, what do we have?

precisely! that’s how i feel abt this whole thing when we’re talking seriously. like w ei, i dont really agree w whatever they’re doing but i want to understand why they do the things that they do. everything has a reason and their psychology is just interesting to me.

i think scaramouche’s nature makes it easy for him to disregard human life. call it arrogance or whatever but ultimately, he’s seeing himself as smth above all these people bc he’s more or less capable of standing toe to toe w a god. why should he bother telling signora? it’s not like he gains anything if he does. i think that when he got the gnosis, he’s just ‘well she dies if she dies. who cares abt that? i dont have any need for incompetent colleagues anw’ i agree and i dont think he orchestrated her death but at the same time, he just allowed it to happen too.

as for signora, i’m actually surprised? for the most part, i think that the harbingers took their posts for selfish reasons. for scara, it’s to entertain himself and pass time. for childe, it’s to fight and grow stronger. for dottore, it’s to conduct dubious research w/o anyone stopping him. i expected signora to have some similar motive like power or money but it seems like she does actually believe in the tsaritsa? it would be very intriguing if signora’s main motive in becoming a harbinger is simply bc she is loyal to the tsaritsa and her will. bc in contrast, i think scara and dottore are more loyal to the fact that the tsaritsa can give them what they want, not bc they actually like her. actually, idek if they’re willing to die for her lol. like i wouldnt be surprised if they suddenly abandon post in a life or death situation but who knows…

in any case, they are very good antagonists. i like yo think that the tsaritsa isnt as bad as the game portrays her to be… of all the gods, she’s the one im looking forward to the most but… haha… what version would that be….

i’m almost certain that they’ll make us fight our twin maybe before we face the unknown god? if one of them dies, i would be very sad. like legit. but knowing mhy, well, our twin is almost 100% a walking death flag.

anw i’m shutting up rn— i also spoke too much kahdjabdhakbsjansb—

#˗ˋˏ°• letters from cat island •°ˎˊ˗#˗ˋˏ°• from my darling : r •°ˎˊ˗#inazuma spoilers

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littlespoonevan · 5 years ago

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Gallavich + facing each other in bed, andd caressing each other's faces before falling asleep :')

sooo i don’t know if this was meant to be a prompt but i made it one lol. i’ve been wanting to write about the aftermath of 4x11 for a long time and exercise my hurt/comfort muscles so here’s my take on what happens after mickey’s coming out scene <3

i know in canon they stay in the milkovich house but it’s always the gallagher house they go back to in my head for some reason so i decided to go with it (also consider this an alternate universe where everything doesn’t go to shit literally the next day bc i can’t not end my stories hopefully and peacefully aksjd)

enjoy :’)

The walk home is quiet, the only sound theirfootsteps on the wet pavement and their hushed breaths forming little clouds inthe air. Ian doesn’t hold Mickey’s hand, no matter how much he wants to.Tonight has already been too much without something like that pushing him overthe edge. Instead he lets their arms brush with every second step.

It surprises him though when they reach his streetthat Mickey’s the one to reach out and take his hand.

Ian looks at him but doesn’t stop walking, doesn’twant to give Mickey time to try and pull back. Mickey’s expression is hard tomake out in the dark with the dried blood still all over his face but Ian can atthe very least tell he doesn’t want him to say anything. So he squeezes Mickey’shand and tows him toward the Gallagher house.

Kev must’ve text Fiona when shit went down becauseshe’s still up when they come through the front door, sitting braced on thearmchair with a mug of what’s most likely spiked coffee between her hands. Sheflies out of her seat when she takes in the sight of them.

“Holy shit, what-“

“We’re fine,” Ian cuts in, keeping his voice low inan attempt not to wake anyone else up. Mickey doesn’t need an audience rightnow.

Fiona clamps her mouth shut, though she looks like she’dmuch rather be talking. She must see something in Ian’s expression thoughbecause her eyes flicker to Mickey and then, briefly to their hands, and shenods. “Want me to call V?”

Ian shakes his head. “S’not as bad as it looks,” hepromises. “We’re gonna get cleaned up.”

Fiona nods again, hesitating a moment before shespeaks. “Terry back in lockup?”

Mickey answers this time and Ian can tell he’s tryingto joke but the bone-deep exhaustion and barest hint of anxiety evident in hisvoice makes it fall flat. “For a long fuckin’ time hopefully.”

And Ian can’t take it anymore, feels a burning needto get his hands on Mickey. To take care of him, to hold him, to salvage thishorrific fucking night. “Night, Fi,” he whispers, slipping his hand out ofMickey’s to grip his shoulders and steer him gently in the direction of thestairs.

It says a lot about how close Mickey must be tobreaking point that he doesn’t even protest, just lets Ian guide him.

Ian lets go of him once they reach the bathroom butonly to close the door. When he turns back around Mickey is standing listlesslyin the middle of the room and Ian nods to the closed toilet seat. “Here, sitdown,” he says, nudging around Mickey to get the first aid kit from under thesink. “You can take a shower in a sec, let me just clean the worst of it first.”

Mickey huffs a tired laugh as he sits down. “You finda new career without tellin’ me, Gallagher?”

Ian bites back a smile and kneels down in front ofMickey so they’re eye to eye. “Picked up a few things when Ned was getting a bulletoutta your ass.”

Mickey laughs again but it’s really more of anexhale. There’s faint smile on his face though. “Fuck, man. My head hurts.”

Ian winces in sympathy as Mickey closes his eyes –whatever the fuck Terry did to his ribs makes his chest ache with every breathso he gets it. “You think it’s a concussion?” he asks softly as he digs out theantiseptic wipes from the first aid kit, keeping one hand on Mickey’s knee –less to keep him steady and more because he doesn’t feel like letting go of himright now.

“Dunno,” Mickey shrugs half-heartedly, keeping hiseyes closed as Ian wipes the dirt and blood from his face. “Probably justfuckin’ tired.”

“Probably,” Ian agrees. “Your nose doesn’t look thatbad. Doesn’t look deep enough for stitches.”

Mickey cracks an eye open and appraises him. “Christ,Ian. Maybe you should become a nurse.”

Ian laughs, gently though – he learned his lessonearlier. “I’d get plenty of practice with you around.”

Mickey huffs again, his almost-laugh. “You want me toreturn the favour?” he asks when Ian’s finished with his face, fingers idlyfolding around the collar of the coat Ian’s still wearing.

“I’m good,” Ian assures him, swaying forward to pressa kiss to Mickey’s temple. “Let’s just shower and go to bed.”

The words look to be a relief to Mickey and he nods,letting Ian haul him up to stand again. Ian sets the water running while theyget out of their clothes, testing it with his hand before climbing in andMickey follows behind him. Ian pulls him under the spray and reaches for hisshampoo, squirting some onto his hand and reaching for Mickey’s hair.

Mickey lets out a quiet breath, closing his eyes whenIan’s hands run through his hair and Ian feels some of the tension in his ownstomach unfurl as he washes Mickey’s hair, working out the dried blood. Mickeyreaches for him at some point, seemingly intent on doing the same for Ian.

His fingers curl around Ian’s jaw at first, thumbshelping the water wash the blood off Ian’s face before he starts working on hishair. Ian’s not sure how long they stand like that until he can’t take it anymoreand closes the distance between them, pulling Mickey into his arms.

Mickey releases a shuddering breath as Ian’s armsclose around him, his own arms twisting across Ian’s back as his fingers clutchat Ian’s shoulderblades. His face is buried in the crook of Ian’s neck and Iancan feel the way his breath stutters. He knows the weight of what’s happenedtonight is finally hitting Mickey full force.

And he can’t help feeling an unbearable type ofguilt. For pushing Mickey, for making him choose, as if anything about thisentire situation has been as simple as Mickey wanting to keep them a secret. Hejust- it’s fucking irrational and stupid but it hurt feeling he couldn’t be with Mickey the way he wanted to, likethere was this whole other life being planned out for Mickey that Ian would oneday be exiled from. It’s selfish and he hates himself for putting Mickey inthis position but he promises himself he’ll do whatever he has to now toprotect Mickey, to put him first with whatever shit they’ve got coming theirway. He has to.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, carding his fingers throughMickey’s wet hair and speaking the words into Mickey’s shoulder. “I don’t knowwhat I expected to happen.”

Mickey shrugs against him, arms tightening just slightly.“Was gonna have to happen sooner or later.”

Ian pulls back a fraction to meet Mickey’s gaze, offeringhim a sad smile as he runs a finger under the cut on Mickey’s forehead. “Notlike that though.”

Mickey looks at him, a resigned look on his face ashe sighs. “Ian, it was always gonna happen like that. Whether there were fiftypeople in the room or just me and him. It was always gonna be like that. Atleast this way there were some fucking witnesses.”

Small blessings, Ian supposes.

“I’m still sorry,” Ian tells him. “I never wanted youto get hurt.”

“I know,” Mickey says, voice quiet as he leansagainst Ian. “Can we crash now? Feel like I’m dead on my feet.”

Ian nods and shuts off the water. Ian finds themtowels to dry off before going into the bedroom to get boxers and t-shirts forthem both. The only one in the bedroom is Carl, fast asleep in the top bunk.Liam must be in Fiona’s room and Ian reminds himself to thank his sister in themorning for giving them some modicum of privacy.

He returns to the bathroom with their clothes andafter changing and shoving their dirty towels down the laundry shoot they maketheir way back to the bedroom.

Mickey completely forgoes his makeshift camp on thefloor to follow Ian straight into his bed and Ian tries not to react toovisibly. Can’t believe this is actually happening. He can count on one hand theamount of times they’ve shared a bed for real. And while he wishes this wereunder different circumstances he’s going to savour the moment for all that itis.

His bed is too small for them to have much space butIan doesn’t care. By the looks of it, Mickey doesn’t either considering the wayhis legs immediately tangle with Ian’s under the covers. When they’re settledIan lifts his hand, smoothing the hair back off Mickey’s forehead before lettinghis fingers cradle his cheek.

He can just about make out the way the corner ofMickey’s mouth lifts in a smile at the touch.

They stay like that for a minute, still except forthe way Ian’s thumb brushes lightly over Mickey’s cheekbone. Then, tentatively,almost as if he’s never let himself dare try this before Mickey’s hand comes upto rest on Ian’s neck.

Ian’s too tired to grin the way he wants to so hejust lets his mouth twist up in a closed-mouth, contented smile. His eyesprobably give him away anyway.

“Did you mean it?” he whispers after a while. “Whatyou said before – about feeling free.”

Mickey tenses and Ian can tell so he keeps his thumbmoving across Mickey’s cheek, twists his legs around Mickey’s even moretightly. Tries to ground him in whatever way he can.

“Yeah,” Mickey says finally, soft and defeated.

And Ian doesn’t want him to think those words are aweakness, not when they’re the bravest thing Mickey’s ever said to him short ofwhat he’d done less than an hour later.

“For me too,” Ian says then, voice quiet and far tootender. “I’ve always felt free with you,” he explains. “Nothing’s ever made mefeel the way you do. Don’t think anything else could.”

He can feel Mickey’s eyes on him and he’s not surewhat Mickey can make out in the dark but eventually, the hand Mickey’s has onhis neck moves and curls around Ian’s jaw. In the next breath Mickey tips theirforeheads together and Ian’s heart squeezes painfully in his chest.

“It’s you, Gallagher,” Mickey whispers. “Don’t knowwhat anyone else has to offer but I don’t want it. Just you.”

Ian kisses him then because he can’t not. Just agentle press – one that he tries to infuse with as much love and devotion as hepossibly can. He doesn’t move away when he pulls back, keeps his foreheadagainst Mickey’s and the scant inch of space between their mouths. It’s barelyclose enough.

The words Ilove you are on the tip of his tongue and he wants to say them. Over andover again until there isn’t a single doubt in Mickey’s mind. But there havealready been so many confessions tonight he’s not sure if either of them cantake much more.

So instead he touches Mickey’s bottom lip with thetip of his thumb, then the corner of his mouth where a barely-there smile stillsits and whispers, “Night, Mick.”

Mickey’s fingers run through his hair before trailinghis cheek until they finally find their way back to Ian’s neck and fall torest.

“Night, Ian.”

#gallavich #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #dancewithyoutoday #my fics #asks

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well-shit-im-a-morosexual-now · 5 years ago

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There's a new lesson that I can't get to, so I'm going to you!

-35 Anon

Ahhhh??? I absolutely loved this lesson? It's a mostly mammon focused lesson (thanks to all the other brothers nearly dying) with angel backstory/hierarchy added in!????? I'm bouncing off the walls

LESSON 43 SPOILERS

It starts the next day after Solomon nearly kills MC with Mammon waking up looking for breakfast while complaining about the sun (fair enough) he gets annoyed when no one else is up, breakfast is not made and MC is the only one he finds. MC (with what I can only presume is a ridiculous eyebrow wiggle) says 'guess it's just you and me huh?....all alone....' Mammon blushes and says 'that literally cannot be the first thing I hear from you in the morning you're gonna give me a boner' (he actually says something like 'yeah...but don't say sweet, romantic stuff to me first thing in the morning cause you're gonna get me excited')

Mammon complains about the others sleeping in late and says he's gonna not so gently wake them up (this shit validates my HC that Mammon's an early bird and I dunno it just makes me happy) Mammon, with MC trailing behind him, goes to find his brothers. Lucifer is still asleep in his room, Mammon says this is probably a sign pointing to the beginning of the end, Lucifer says 'actually I'm dying cause the scent and flavour of Solomon's food bubbled up in the middle of the night so I'm going the fuck to sleep good night'. Satan wonders what exactly Solomon's food is cause it was able to not have an effect for hours and then suddenly come up again to kill them - he then passes out. Belphie is by Beel's bedside screaming at him to not go into the light, Mammon wonders if maybe Beel's just dying of hunger and Beel says there's no way in hell he's gonna eat anything and Mammon calls Beel out on being an imposter, Beel collapses on the bed and Belpie laments the fact that Beel's dying and that there's nothing he can do. Mammon says 'ugh bro you look like ya gonna die too' and Belphie says 'yeah well i feel like I'm gonna die ever since i ate some custard as a midnight snack and actually maybe it wasn't custard...maybe it was some weird as dessert solomon made cool cool cool i'm gonna pass out too'. Beel says 'Me too' and mammon wonders about the power behind Solomon's cooking. Levi I'm assuming is dead cause no matter how much Mammon pounded on his door and asked him to say something there was no reply so RIP. Asmo blames Mammon for getting sick, cause the bottled water Mammon brought for Asmo when he asked for it the previous night was probably some weird concoction Solomon made. Apparently Asmo's been hearing things ever since he drank it. He also despairs not being able to go the cafe with MC before collapsing on his bed. Mammon considers the fact that Solomon's food should probably be classified as a lethal weapon. Later in the corridor Mammon says that it seems like MC and Mammon are the only ones who came outta this unharmed but like MC nearly died the previous night so what the fuck is your stomach made out of Mammon!? When MC asks this he says he has no fucking clue either but it looks like their entire fridge is now a nuclear waste dump and that they should probably go get some food and medicine (you know these idiots are never gonna return and the others are gonna die).

They go to the Angel's Halo but it's still closed and they decide to come back later, MC ever the opportunist says 'hey ik your brothers are like dying rn and that sucks but ugh wanna make this a date?' And Mammon who has to live with 6 others who are in love with the same person as him and are constant cockblocks says 'shit yeah them being on death's door will probably be the only time we can spend time together without the others breathing down our necks, guess we gotta actually thank -the devs and their massive soft spot for Mammon- Solomon'. Mammon tells MC stories about the other times the brothers were sick, smiling about how they always take things to the extreme (levi had a slight fever and freaked out and turned Henry into Lotan, Asmo had a cold and all his fans came to the house to take care of him and it turned into a party). He says since they are in the human world now they wouldn't have to worry about anything too crazy...then he ruins it by basically saying 'probably'. They go to buy medicine with Lucifer's credit card. MC can ask him how he got it and he'll say it's fine cause they'll just buy food and medicine and only a few things for himself. Or MC can say 'yeah but would medicine actually help?' and Mammon will say 'good point considering it's Solomon's food but we might as well throw some pepto bismol at it and hope for the best.' While heading to the market, Mammon starts blushing about how MC and him heading to the market to buy groceries for dinner sorta feels like something newlyweds would do and hwuidhqowsho8ef7ydjb I'M SCREECHING!? Look me in the eye and tell me this man doesn't have a whole ass colour coded wedding planner aihdhwgdxugz he probably started making it a week after meeting MC. So they head to the market and I shit you not I screamed cause the butcher WHO FUCKING GAVE ADVICE TO MC & BEEL ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP calls out to MC. LOOK I joked about this happening last time but I didn't actually think it would???? and not this fast either! I thought i was gonna have to write a fic about this poor Butcher but solmare's really just giving it to me for free huh? When the butcher greets MC Mammon asks if he knows them and the butcher says that they stopped by the previous day (and look this part is kinda silly and self indulgent but some random as butcher just casually using they/them pronouns made me so happy???). The butcher then asks what the occasion is and if MC is inviting their friend to a party. Mammon, sweet beautiful Mammon goes word for word "Friend? Me? Nah, nah, I ain't just a friend. The two of us LIVE together." Bro at this point I'm in actual tears just imagining this whole scenario. the butcher stutters out an "Ah, I...I see..." MC has a horrid flashback to the previous day of the butcher happily giving them relationship advice for Beel. The Butcher and MC just silently stare at each other for a sec before MC goes "um so yeah ik that happened yesterday but see this one is the one I'm actually serious about." Mammon goes "hey!? wtf who's the OTHER one!?" Then to the poor butcher says "listen up, Me & MC are a THING, got it? so yeah MC's gonna show up with not one, not two but with six other hot guys at some point who are all gonna act like they're a couple BUT it doesn't mean anything got it!? Specially if 'it's a real evil, sinister-lookin' dude with a huge ego and a heart as black as night' that guy especially doesn't mean shit to MC". The butcher says "o-okay". Anyway I desperately need this to be a running gag. Mammon later in really happy that the butcher thought they were a couple and living together and then Mammon who I'm 100% certain at this point has his and MC's entire lives together planned out starts blushing and sighing and saying how he really wishes it was just the two of them living together, sleeping in the same room (bruh I think it's implied enough to assume you already do this half the time), spending the whole day together and staying by each other's sides and how just the thought of all that is nice enough that he can't fight a smile. MC's stomach, much to mammon's dismay, ruins his daydreams by reminding everyone that they haven't had breakfast yet. They decide rather than waiting for the cafe to open to go get something to eat.

They decide to stop at a deli with a line of customers and I think I said this in my answer to your previous ask but I kinda just assumed Mammon would be the most comfortable in the human world and how it was kinda shown when they went to get pizza and later Asmo's dessert that he was able to act the most normal and actually noted when the others were acting weird and tried to reign them in. And that it was probably cause of how much he went to the human world for the witches and MC actually brings it up! They can either say that he seems pretty at home in the human world and he says something like 'oh? I'm just acting like I normally would' or they can ask him if he eats at delis a lot and he says that whenever he gets hungry while he's in the human world for the witches he'll stop at a deli cause it's easy. He kinda gets a sad look while talking about the witches and for once MC gets to turn the tables and be the jealous one. They can ask him if he has pacts with anyone besides them and he says 'no obviously not, do you think I went around making pacts with random people' ....except MC was a random person when he made a pact with them and I've always thought Mammon started getting a crush after making a pact but do you think he was kinda subconsciously curious even prior to it despite how much he tried to get rid of them? MC can also say "witches, huh...?" And mammon goes 'jyggfsdyugadsyu wait are you actually jealous!?" he then leughs, calls MC a dummy and asks how they could be jealous of the witches. AND!! this part made me so happy cause they only mentioned it once before in the main storyline but it was important enough that they had a whole backstory UR card for it and I was wondering if they'd bring it up now since they were in the human world - mammon gets all sad and says there's a reason he can't refuse the witches. he kinda hesitates around telling them that he borrowed some money, and they took over some of his debts and "...And some other stuff, too" (Me, banging my fists on the table: SHOW ME HIS CHILD SOLMARE! PLS! LET MC HAVE A DAUGHTER! or at least give me a name) MC asks if Lucifer knows about this, Mammon says he probably does cause lucifer's his big brother and you can't keep any secrets from your big brother. then he sighs and says he wishes he could live in the human world forever cause he wouldn't have to listen to lucifer's lectures anymore. He seems to realise what exactly he implied cause he goes silent and starts blushing and starts stuttering through saying that what he actually means is that if MC really wants him to stay with them then he might be willing to. They're interrupted by customers talking about a rumour that drinking coffee from the new cafe would make the person you have a crush on fall madly in love with you so obviously Mammon says fuck the deli and drags MC away to the cafe. MC sighs about Mammon being really easy to read. Mammon seems to finally remember that he's supposed to be a tsundere and says him suddenly wanting coffee has nothing to do with the rumour so don't you dare think that and it's not like he's gonna chug their coffee just so MC would fall madly in love with him. MC quite literally goes 'no you' and says well sure you won't chug the coffee but i will and then you'll fall madly in love with me. Mammon, blushing and stuttering, says 'okay but you gotta warn me before saying stuff like that cause it could literally kill me also wtf 'I'm sorta ALREADY madly in love with you...' if you make me fall any harder we're both screwed." He then walks into Luke.

Luke looks adorable!??????????? Before realising who it is Mammon snaps at him to watch where he's going and then goes speechless. Luke says he saw a couple arguing and came to check it out cause they looked like trouble (can't believe Simeon sent a child to scope out a suspicious couple screaming in the middle of the sidewalk about who loves the other the most). Mammon takes offense at the arguing comment and Luke brushes him off to instead talk to Mc about not seeing them in a long time. Mammon snaps at being brushed off and Luke just completely ignores him to hug MC and keep talking about how it's really MC. Mammon does he whole 'no hugging, no getting close, no staring I don't want your germs on MC' routine. MC ignores him and tells Luke that they really missed him, Luke says he missed them too and that actually he missed MC 100X whatever amount they missed him and that he planned on getting in touch with them but the grand opening had them busy. Inside the cafe they meet Simeon who is happily surprised that MC and Mammon are their first customers but that they aren't supposed to open yet. MC asks them what the cafe is about and they say it's a cover for them while they are in the human world and when MC then asks them why they're here Simeon says that Michael appointed him to coordinate relations between the human world and celestial realm. MC and Mammon's stomachs start growling loud enough to resemble Beel's and Simeon offers them breakfast when they remember they haven't eaten. MC catches them up on what's happened and Luke and Simeon laugh about MC now officially being the brothers' babysitter. Mammon says that the angels are really starting to get on his nerves and what they really came for was the coffee that everyone's talking about.

Simeon says that it's just a stupid rumour. MC says but wouldn't it be good for business. Simeon says yeah but since the cafe is just a cover they don't really care about making money and that as angels marketing under a false advertisement is something he can't condone. mammon asks how a rumour like that started and Simeon says that a girl had accidentally walked into the cafe thinking it was some other place and he had given her a free cup of coffee just to see if their new brew tasted good. the girl had later had unexpected, dramatic good luck in her romantic life and had spread the rumour. MC asks if this means Simeon has cupid like powers. Simeon says that he doesn't have that kind of powers, though some angels do. Luke says that angels possess powers from the moment they are born but like humans who are good at some things and bad at others, certain angels can only do certain things with their powers and that angels are assigned a rank based on how skilled they are at what they can do. Simeon's an archangel. Archangels serve as warriors in the celestial realm. And this is really interesting cause it means that Simeon actually fought against the brothers during the war and was not just a passive bystander. It also means Mammon was probably an archangel cause of his 'warrior' card and probably the only archangel from his brothers considering they don't have similar cards. Mammon teases Luke about just being a lower level grunt and Luke says that's still just in training and in the process of determining what he's good at meaning he's not been assigned a rank yet. Simeon says that since Michael expects great things from Luke that'll be really successful. Mammon teases Luke about how if he works hard and aims for the stars he might one day be on the top - a seraph (If this is the highest rank does this mean that's what Michael and Lucifer were?). Luke says that he's actually hoping to be a principality, which mammon laughs about. Simeon finally serves breakfast and talks about wanting to find a way to squash the rumour. MC offers to help and Mammon (rightfully) calls them out on sticking their nose where it doesn't belong again and says he's not gonna help unless they offer to pay him in gold. MC uses puppy dog eyes. It's super effective. Man actually starts blushing and panting and gasping before he gives up and agrees to help. pls sir there's a child here. Simeon calls out Mammon for being a hopeless simp (he actually just says "You really do adore Mc, don't you Mammon?") Luke says MC and Mammon are fucking disgusting and if he watches another second of this BS he's gonna hurl.

while brainstorming about how exactly they are gonna spread a rumour about the first rumour not being true Mammon says that if people saw a couple drink the coffee and instantly break up it might work but hahah it's not like you have one of those. Simeon thinks it's a brilliant idea. MC agrees and Mammon who has probably never been complimented for his plans combusts before pulling it together and puts on his confident narcissistic persona. Luke and Simeon eye up MC and Mammon as their potential couple. Mammon refuses cause he doesn't want to fight with MC even if it's just an act. Simeon offers for their breakfast to be on the house if Mammon agrees and Mammon says he already assumed it was (I mean so did I...). MC says they would really like Mammon to be their partner for this and obviously he instantly blushes and caves in. Luke calls MC out on being a manipulative little shit. Simeon asks MC and Mammon to practice a breakup before the customers come. MC can either start with 'there's something I want to tell you...' - Mammon asks if that's the way they are gonna start and then gets sad and asks them to reconfirm if this is actually an act. or they can start with 'ugh! I can't take it anymore!', and mammon gets shocked and then sad cause he says that since there are so many things wrong with him he can't decide what they are upset about and HOLY SHIT can we get this man some therapy!????? MC gets to pick one outta three problems. 1. He needs to return what he borrowed from them - he says he will eventually. 2. he needs to stand up to lucifer for once - he says he would if he could but each time he tries lucifer just gets worse. 3. he needs to just come out and admit he loves them - he blushes and says not in front of the angels and that he'll do it when they are alone. He then growls and says he has complaints too and that there's a lot he wants to say. he then starts dishing out actual grievances while Simeon and luke awkwardly watch. Luke says something along the lines of 'uhh i don't think he's acting anymore'. Mammon while blushing and sad says that MC is always flirting with others, and asks why they stay up gaming with levi all night, or why they let Asmo touch them all the time, and why they let Belphie sleep on their lap without offering Mammon to do so, And how he absolutely hates the way they lock eyes with Lucifer and just smile and how he doesn't even want them to breathe in front of Lucifer and can we pls talk about the complex Mammon has regarding Lucifer? Lucifer really just took all his trauma and daddy issues and passed it on to his kids huh? Mammon again while blushing says he wants nothing to do with someone like MC and that it's over he then tries to growl at them but he fails cause "Dammit! Like I could ever really say that to you! I love you, MC! And I'll NEVER break up with you, okay?! NEVER!" and god this man is so soft my insides are melting i can't deal with this shit. Simeon sighs about Mammon being useless ((((Probably while Mammon and MC cling on to each other and cry about having to fake break up with each other i dunno they're both pretty useless))))

Since the whole fake breakup thing failed the cafe is packed and Simeon has MC and Mammon working for him during the rush. Satan and Beel end up walking in, when MC asks them how they are doing they both say they are better. Satan had found a curse that ended up transferring all his illness to someone he hates (RIP Lucifer i guess) and Beel's stomach is strong enough that he got over it quicker than the rest. Despite insisting they're only here as paying customers Simeon puts them to work with a sweet smile and a dark purple aurora reminiscent of Lucifer's and a flash of lightening (I love how they keep revealing that Simeon is secretly terrifying) with the reasoning that the cafe is flooded cause Mammon couldn't fake breakup with MC and as Mammon's brothers it's their duty to help out. Beel cries about having to work without being given to eat but is too terrified to actually protest. Mammon suggests MC and him sneaking away now that Satan and Beel are there, MC gives their best impression of Lucifer yelling Mammon (which considering it's previously fooled both Beel and Mammon is probably really good) and he gets back to work

back in their sitting room at home the four of them are beat, though Beel is happy considering he ate all the BLT sandwiches Simeon gave them as payment. Satan says it's a surprise to see the angels here and Mammon tells them about how Michael wants them to coordinate relations between the human world and celestial realm, Satan says that's sus cause that's usually a job for dominions not archangels and that it probably means that Michael is planning something. Mammon says "so you mean he's plotting something again?" . MC can ask about Michael from 1. Mammon - He says he's a demon masquerading as an angel. And that the punishments he gave Mammon gave him shiver, though Satan says that Mammon earned those punishments. Still doesn't excuse the fact that an angel was able to deliver punishments that can still make a demon who had to survive with Lucifer's punishments shiver... 2. Satan - Satan says that back then he was still just a part of Lucifer and could only see the world through Lucifer's eyes. He says that Michael was everything that humans imagine an angel to be and more and that he had a certain presence about him. Beel says the same could be said about Lucifer. 3. Beel - he said he smelled tasty.......like sweets. Mammon says that he was always eating sweet stuff. Mammon says that Michael was A LOT like Lucifer. Satan says that while they were the polar opposite in terms of appearance it felt like they were twins. Mammon says that Michael was crazy about Lucifer (I mean he still has a weird shrine for him so yeah...) and that he really cared about lucifer. Satan says that it's cause Lucifer embodied everything Michael wasn't but wished to be and that he projected himself onto lucifer. Beel says they should probably open up an umbrella. Mammon goes wtf and Beel says cause it's raining. Mammon goes 'bro wtf we're inside'. Satan goes 'actually wait no I'm getting wet'. MC notes a leak in the ceiling, above which is Asmo's bathroom. They've been in this Mansion for little over a week and it's already leaking...

That's the end of the lesson. I'll post screenshots of Luke and Simeon's outfits in a bit. Cause they've been talking about Michael's appearance and personality and cause at the end of the last season he told MC he'll meet them soon do you think we'll actually get to see him? Is it bad that the angels scare me more than the demons? Since they brought up the witches while in the human world do you think we'll get to meet them/have more backstory? hdgudysidhzsjb I loved this lesson and I have so many questions that need to be answered... Let me know what you think!

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magpiemorality · 5 years ago

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Seeking: Family, Foster Twins 8

You Only Have To Ask

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse throughout this story. Lashing out, conflict, cursing for this chapter.

It's November in America, which can mean only one thing. Unfortunately the whole traditionally family holiday thing could end up being a tricky subject for two teenagers in foster care...

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It felt like no time at all before it was Thanksgiving and the boys were off for break. Not the best timing to have such a family orientated holiday, but Patton was determined to make the best of it.

Making the best of it here meant; handling the whole thing as delicately and sensitively as possible, and mentally and emotionally preparing for the inevitable slip ups to come. They'd had a similar issue with Thomas all those years ago (who had called to say he was going to work over Thanksgiving at his college and come back for Christmas instead), and Patton winced when he thought back on it. At least this time he had Emile on standby if things took a real turn for the worse, a whole heap more experience, and a better understanding of what the actual underlying issues were for both twins.

But the best weapon he had at his disposal was the two boys themselves. It would be harder to misstep if they'd chosen the route, after all.

"Hey, so Thanksgiving is in a few days, and I wanted to know your guys' thoughts on things. Can we have a house meeting?" He asked them, finding them both hanging out in front of Netflix that rainy afternoon.

"Sure," Remus agreed easily, hopping up from the cushion. "Here or somewhere else?"

"Here is fine," the adult smiled, ruffling Remus's hair. "Sit yourself back down kiddo, no harm in being comfortable."

Roman seemed less convinced, as always, but now that Remus was asserting himself more and more he seemed to have lost a lot of his momentum in his instinctive fight against Patton. He didn't move, but did tap the remote to pause the show they had on and turned his head vaguely towards the other couch that Patton fell onto. Little victories…

Options. "Right! So I did things a certain way before you guys got here, but I'm not stuck on tradition or anything, if there's a better way you want to celebrate. If you even feel like celebrating at all?"

In the quiet Remus shifted, thinking hard if the frown on his face was anything to go by. Roman inspected his fingernails and turned his phone round a few times, glancing at his brother first. It was interesting, if a little worrying, to see the reversal of roles from how they'd been when he'd first met them both. Something to mention to Emile perhaps, when they broached the family therapy session subject.

Eventually Remus cleared his throat. "Um, can we take some time to think about it? I have a lot of thoughts and I want to make sure they're all sorted out first."

"Why don't you just say you want a nice happy family Thanksgiving?" Roman mumbled. "We all know you do."

"Maybe I don't, you don't know that!"

"I think I do."

"Well you're wrong! I want- I don't know what I want yet. And that's okay too, isn't it Patton?"

Hurdle number one. Okay, take on this obstacle without overthinking it, Patton, c'mon. "That's right. It's better to take some time than to react instinctively and regret saying something later. Sometimes you need to but-"

"Oh stop with the fucking psycho-babble!" Roman hissed, jumping up and running off. His feet thundered up the stairs and his door banged loudly when he got to his room, and Patton took a moment to re-examine the hurdle. Maybe it was a little more like an iceberg in a water obstacle, mostly hidden below the surface…

"He's always so mad!" Remus whispered, looking at the door his brother had vanished from with big eyes and a scrunched nose. "I don't know why but I think- do you think he hates me now?" He asked, and Patton just had to slide down to the cushion on the floor and offer his arms so the teenager could hide his sniffles in a hug.

"No, kiddo," Patton soothed him gently. "I think there's a lot going on and he's finding the easiest way to let it out. Mostly we do that when we're scared, and I don't know for sure, but there's a lot Roman could be scared of right now, don't you think?"

Remus shrugged.

"Whatever it is it's not something you've done, alright? You keep thinking about your ideas for now and I should go talk to Roman. I think maybe he might need a hug too and I'd like to offer."

"But shouldn't I be the one to do that?"

Patton cupped the back of his curly head, full to the brim with tender fondness. "Oh kiddo, that's real good of you. You're all kindness inside aren't you? But let me look after Roman for a bit now, and maybe you can offer him a hug too, in a little bit? I bet he'd appreciate you thinking of him."

"Okay," Remus agrees, letting go and sitting in Roman's spot on the couch.

"Okay."

The knocking went unanswered for a while. Patton tried a couple of times before he resorted to talking through the door, much as he disliked having to. Boundaries were one thing, but just allowing Roman to feel like he had all of the control in the situation could be as damaging as the opposite. And really it wasn't so much that he needed to be controlled as parented. Structure and guidance at Roman's age was invaluable, and now he'd decided to stop his sports as well there would be a loss of sorely needed routine that Patton was just hoping would transfer over to his performance club instead.

"Roman?" He called at last, softly. "I'm going to come inside so we can talk, alright?"

After giving Roman a moment to gather himself Patton pushed the door open and walked in, closing it again behind himself. "Hey Roman," he greeted the boy sat on the bed. He had his knees hugged up tight to his chest and he was glaring at the bedspread. "So. That was kind of a lot you put out downstairs. You wanna-"

"Oh cut the crap, Patton, I was being a brat. Why can't you just come out and say it?" Roman snapped.

"Because that's not helpful wording. And you're a teenager with trauma, Roman, I'm not gonna lie and say everything is okay, you could certainly hold the cursing a bit, but some outbursts are kinda inevitable."

"I said mean things."

"Yes. And why did you do that?" Patton wondered, sitting at the desk chair in the room. "Was it because you wanted something to happen?"

"No I-" the teenager faltered, before renewing his scowl. "It's none of your business."

"Well, that's sort of not true. I'm your foster parent now, Roman. You are my business, and when you're hurting it's my job to try and help you out."

"Well, I'm so sorry you got stuck with that."

Patton sighed. "Can I come sit with you for a sec, kiddo?" He asked, rubbing his hands over his knees. Roman rolled his eyes and shrugged in the same movement, shifting over very slightly and curling up even tighter somehow, looking as small as Patton had ever seen him.

"Dunno why you're even asking. It's your house," he muttered, and the adult took a moment to regroup.

"So, I think we've got a little mixed up somewhere," Patton began after a moment, perching on the edge of the bed beside Roman. "Because I'm not 'stuck' with you. I chose to take you and your brother because I wanted to help, and I wanted to help you boys. And that goes for both of you. I know we don't necessarily have the same friendship that Remus and I do, but that's okay. I'm not judging you differently for it, alright? I'm really not, but-"

"Kinda feels like you are."

"... Do you really feel that way?" Patton asked softly, a little horrified that the thought had even crossed Roman's mind.

"Well, yeah! I mean, you never try and hug me, or ask me to help in the kitchen, or touch my hair, or like, call me kiddo or have stupid midnight chats with me. You're just all over Remus and his stupid need to please! You're probably fucking him up even more, you know?! He won't even talk to me anymore, he just worships you, and that's not fair! You can't steal him! It's not fair!"

"Oh Roman, gosh. We'll," he cleared his throat quickly. "We'll go through some of that in a moment but right now I do want to hug you, real bad. Can I?"

Roman just nodded, and folded like a house of cards when Patton wrapped his arms around him, toppling over into his lap. He was clearly crying but Patton tried to allow him the dignity of not fussing too much. Except maybe, that's where he'd been going wrong so far?

"There, it's okay, you cry it out baby, alright?" He murmured, stroking Roman's hair slowly. It only made him sob all the heavier, and Patton closed his eyes and prayed it was cathartic and not traumatic. He waited until the boy in his lap had mellowed to sniffles and lying limp, before helping him sit up again, and reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand to start helping him clean his face up. "Oh sweetheart. Everything that I do with Remus, that's on the cards for you too, okay? Anything we have, it's not that he's earned it or I like him more, he just asks. All you gotta do is ask, and I'm so sorry you didn't know that before. I'm really sorry I didn't make it clear and you felt like you were being treated different.

I know you've got boundaries and I wanna respect them, because that's important too, so you gotta communicate with me if you want something to change, alright baby? I won't judge, I won't be upset or annoyed or disappointed if you want to change that, and I won't take a yes to a hug today to mean you'll want one tomorrow, you understand? These are your boundaries. I won't cross them, but you can step over and back whenever you like. That's what they're there for."

Roman gazed at him with his cheeks all blotchy and Patton fought not to well up in empathy. "I think it's best if we all start seeing Dr P. for some group stuff sooner rather than later, don't you? Help give you guys some of the words or tools you can use for times like these?" Patton suggested, brushing away a stray eyelash dislodged onto Roman's cheek by the tears. "Cause there's a few things you just said that I really want to make sure I don't do. Like taking Remus from you, that's not my goal, y'hear? But I also won't deny him what he needs when he asks for it, and you guys will have to figure that part out between yourselves. Can you try and do that?"

The head in his hands nodded slowly, and when he moved to pull away Roman stopped him, shyly giving him a blink and holding onto his wrists. Patton waited, silently willing Roman to find the words, cheering him on with a little encouraging smile until the teenager managed to croak out a quiet request for him not to go just yet.

"Of course, Roman. You want a hug again, or something else?"

"Can you just, sit here and keep doing this?" Roman asked, and oh boy could Patton oblige. The swelling of his heart in his chest powered every muscle in his body with pride and joy, and it was all he could do to just nod and keep gently brushing his thumbs over Roman's cheeks as the boy breathed and closed his eyes, giving in to the need for comfort.

They would come back to the Thanksgiving question later on, and decide that maybe choosing a movie or video game and having a fun night in could work for all three of them, picking their favourite snacks. They ended up playing hours of a hard-fought Smash Bros tournament that Patton spectacularly lost but thoroughly enjoyed, especially when Roman outlandishly cheated by leaning across him to sabotage Remus's controller, turning a slightly shy grin his way when the adult just laughed at the audacity. The twins camped out in the living room together that night too, and when Patton finished in the bathroom later on and made the walk back to his bedroom, he could hear soft whispers and giggles from down the stairs, and smiled in relief.

A better Thanksgiving he couldn't have asked for, as the first of many to come.

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tylerwritez · 4 years ago

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Tuesday, june 22 2021

I've noticed I'm getting "the shiverys" or "the twitchy" a lot today. Like every time I FEEL something I take a moment to violently tic.... every time I think about certain things I tic.... good things, bad things, things from an hour ago and things from years ago. Tic, tic, tic.

Also, I have... some stuff to explain. Its really no big deal, but you know me: I'll freak out about it anyway. Basically I dissed my friend (rightfully so) around the time that we had just met cos they did something that threw me off.

He saw it in my phone... NOW. it's not RELEVANT anymore and I've since redacted that criticism...and now I gotta explain it to him anwyays. Oh well. I'm good at this stuff. I can get myself outta any situation. I dont even know why I'm talking like this tho... it's not a "Situation" it's just smthn I gotta explain rq.

Oh, today's song recommendation is Spirit Crusher by Death. I'm a huge Death fan...

Also! I gotta study... for my replacement exam. How stressful. Its about photosynthesis, but like, it's not simple. We went DEEP inside those fucking leaves.

One sec, lemme hook up my IV tube

Not an ACTUAL IV tube... just my headphones. But since I'm so #emo, it might as well be a fucking IV tube with the way that I cant live without it.

Its 3:08 and I'm walking home now. I was upset last night but me and Star have made up now lol... it was thAt easy. I'm so defective, making shit hard when it doesnt need to be.

It's so hot out damn. Idk. I had school today, so I had Bio class... I ACTUALLY PAID ATTENTION for once. I had lunch with Star and her friend group, and I honestly kinda feel like they're MY friends now too, even just a little bit.

Actually, I used to rant about feeling lonely like all the time but now I have so many friends it's crazy they all keep inviting me places and it's like people WANT ME AROUND... idk. It makes me happy.

Today I gotta ask if tommroow after school I can go to Bee's house to watch Supernatural (famous homoerotic ghost show)

I should also add songs to Erin's spotify playlist for our picnic saturday which I still need permission to go to.

I gotta ask for Wednesday after school to watch Insidious with Jay which is apparently really good

Also hes the friend that I gotta explain stuff to... the DrAmA... the ThEaTrE....

Update my dad said yes to hanging out with Bee but first I'm gonna miss school to fix my broken brackets on my braces

Also turns out the house I THOUGHT we were moving into has substantial damage from shifting so... we aRENT moving there.

In case you didn't know, shifting is when like the house that's been built literally SHIFTS like it moves around.

Anwyays Jay just texted me... I'm gonna change into shorts since it's hot, set up my study area,.... and respond to him.

The time is 3:22 p.m.

Wish me. Luck.

Luck is plentiful! As it so often is in my risky, risky life.

I play my cards right. It's a learnt skill.

But also there wasnt much to explain since it passed already and was tiny anywyas.

XD so I've made up with the whole goddamn world by now.

Its 6:31, we saw 1 house. Only one. Its kinda hot out but I'm gonna bike now since we just had supper. I finally finished my homework... I just have to finish one mixed media piece as my final project for art!

Friday is my replacement. On photosynthesis and cell resp. We know this. But what I didn't mention, or I dont THINK I did, is that if I finish my art project before then I have the second block FREE!!! Me, Star, and her friend

A are planning to leave for second block and maybe get mint chocolate chip ice cream!

Also I might eat her out XD

Anyways idk. I hope I can bike tonight to call Jay.

I keep accidentally using people's real names here then having to correct it... I dont know how much i care about MY identity being discovered... but to have my friends doxxed would suck.

Man I feel bad abt saying fuck star last night cos we made up....

Wait we r looking at another house? Idk I'm in the car still waiting to go home

Oh wait no now we r goin home

Its 6:39... I hope I still have time.

I went biking, called Jay. Went home. Idk, friendly conversation... we talked more tonight and I also talked to my other friend A. Jay is... I LOVE HIM?? SO MUCH??? I feel so happy. Talking to him thinking about him seeing his STUPID FUCKING FACE JESUS. his eyes alone... I could stare at his face all day probably. I want to kiss him... hOLD HIS HAND... omg... huG HIM!!! Eofjwpxjwie he's so sweet like I can't even... and I'm proabably not good enough for him like. Wtf. Hes easily a 10. And I dont rate things outta 10. How tf do I end up with HIM? Doing stuff, as friends. Like wHAT. I guess I got lucky XD. He says he loves my personality and I'm hot XD ofc I dont see it myself. But like. JESUS CHRIST he could proabably easily pull whOever. XD me?

Whatever though. As long as we r together and stuff. I LOVE HIM A LOT. he said he loved me. Every time he says that it makes me so overly happy.

Maybe I'm just sappy and stuff.... whatever. I think it would be nice to be hugged by him.

Yeah I'm cheesy.

I'm sorta tired now so maybe I'm not writing the best.

I just keep thinkinf about love. Love is a muscle of evil suggestion. But how evil can it really be? I am just a human being and that is all. Everything else is applied. I am just a human being with soemthing in my heart that pulls me all over the place. Love is this strange thing because I'm fucked up and to be able to love without that fucked up part of me, without the damage... is this complicated, hard thing to do and I can NEVER tell if I'm doing it right but I know I'm DOING IT. I know I FEEL LOVE. And soemtimes it's such an intense thing like when you go to surf on a wave at the beach with ur belly but u hit it wrong and it's so big and overwhelming it washes over you and PULLS you down to the bottom and smushes your face into the sand and YOU CANT BREATHE jesus Christ it's like that.

Or maybe I just want to experience love as it should be felt.

Obviously all of my problems surrounding this Damage could be easily fixed if I went to therapy but. there are reasons I can't.

I LOVE a lot. Too much for my own good. Enough to hurt me, get me into trouble, etc etc but also... enough to liberate me. I LOVE. I love Jay. So much. LIKE. MY BRAIN ORBITS AROUND HIM CONSTANTLY THINKING OF HIM AND PRAISING HIM AND MWUAH HE IS SO LOVELY I BOW BEFORE HIM...

I think as much as I love, a lot of the times I tend to focus even more on BEING loved.

If I am told I am loved, and shOwN I am loved... it is one of the most powerful things. Especially since I was literally emotionally neglected in childhood... yeah. I feel like I'm always trying to fill that hole.

Not EVERY feeling I have is for that reaosn but sometimes, if you tell me you love me, show me you love me, hug me,... I'll like start crying,,, that's the childhood emotional neglect kicking in. If you call me #smol and #cute and say I look young and fragile which happens more often than you'd think XD, I know I'm not supposed to like that shit, so I act like I dont....but I do. Which is PROBABLY ALSO THE CEN 🤪 like whatever lol

Anwyays I'm fucked up

You see how quickly things become complicated in my mind?

Convoluted? Is that the word?

Whatever. I OVERCOMPLICATE THINGS COS I OVERTHINK THEM BECAUSE I'm LITERALLY MENTALLY ILL IN SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS. I'm not joking. I obviously have unresolved undiagnosed "issues"

I do Suspect things, though.

I can make a list

Maybe I shouldn't.

Maybe I will.

I shouldnt.

Whatever.

I used to hate when people brought up my self harm. I would actually panic. I still self harm but now? Now I'm fine with anyone talking about it as long as it's not an adult who can get me into trouble/force me into therapy over it. Because really? I kinda like having it mentioned. It's kinda validating and it's like hey... people can see that I'm sick.

I dont do it so people talk to me about it though. Dont get me wrong. If I did, I'd go vertically on the arms, not for suicide but so it healed and people would ask XD.

My scars are actually VERY hidden... cos I never intended for ANYONE to see. But for those who DO see them,,,, it's nice soemtimes to have people express concern.

I dont wanna be PITIED or anything, but idk I just think to myself "wow, they're CONCERNED... about ME... they arent angry or mean... they didnt yell at me or threaten me... they respect my autonomy and privacy...

And they CARE ABOUT ME..." and it makes me cry.

That's also the CEN.

I dont know. I just like when people express genuine concern. Even if they see and then just ask if I'm okay. That's all it takes cos then I go wow.

Its validating and irs lovely because finally people care... FINALLY PEOPLE CARE. FINALLY I GET SOME EMPATHY OR SYMPATHY AND NO ANGER.

Even just having them brought up tells me its noticeable enough

My brain does this thing where it thinks nothing bad that's ever happened to me was Bad Enough for me to be upset about.

And I dont know... its nice sometimes to be told shit like "omg that looks so bad" or to see that people who do see my cuts are somewhat shocked or revolted... it's nice because I go... "hey, it was bad enough for them..."

Or to have people comment on them with concern. Just ANYTHINT WHERE PEOPLE NOTICE IT AND ARENT ASSHOLES ABOUT IT IS VALIDATING.

Because I'm not used to that...

Because CEN

I'm. The worst perosn on the fucking planet.

I should kill myself.

I suddenly actually feel so self hating I do want to kill myself... oh god.

I ruin everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. What have I done. Like. Why. Oh god.

I'm just remembering when Star said my kindness seemed like an act. And how I've been called out for seeming fake like 2 other times.

DO I SEEM FAKE???? I DONT EVER PUT ON ACTS OF KINDESS.... CONCIOUSLY? but the very idea that I could be perceived that way...

Should I like not try to be nice or some shit?

Jesus christ she hurts my feelings even now when it was a long time ago.

But I cant blame her. I can't blame anyone for how i feel except my parents because they left me with fucking. Heart nerve damage or some shit.

I'm tired and now I'm sad too. Goodnight guys.

#JudeJournals

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Broken Home | M.C.

Michael Clifford x Reader

Word Count: 7k+

Trigger warnings: Some swear word, mentions of abuse, self harm.

A/N: I’m new to the 5sos fandom and it’s been over a year since I last wrote something. Please don’t be too harsh. I also want to say, please do not read this if you’re easily triggered! If you’re struggling with self harm, please talk to some one. Anyways, I needed some soft!Michael in my life, so here you go

I bit my lip trying to ignore the stinging behind my eyes as I walked down the street toward Michael’s house. I huffed, pulling on the strap of my stuffed overnight bag. Hopefully he’s not too busy. He’d be understanding of my situation. He always is.

As his house came into view I picked up the pace, just short of running. Unable to move as fast as I’d like to because of all the weight I was carrying in both of my bags.

“Please be home. Please be home,” I chanted to myself as I got up the porch.

I gently knocked on the door. After a few moments of waiting, I heard some noise coming from inside. At least I know someone is home. I quickly rang the doorbell.

“Just a sec!” a voice called out from inside.

Not even a second later, the door opened showing Michael in his pajamas. His dirty blonde hair was sticking up in different directions. He had a wide smile on his face that immediately fell as soon as he saw my face.

“(Y/n), what’s wrong?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing but a loud sob came out. Warm tears started sliding down my cheeks. My chest felt empty. My body started curling in on itself. A few gross sobs came out from behind my hand as I tried to cover them up.

Michael wasted no time pulling me inside and closed the door. Wrapping me up the best he could into his arms, bags mostly in the way.

“Hey, hey. You’re okay. I’m here,” he hushed me. “Let’s put these bags down, yeah? Get some weight off of you.”

He grabbed the bag on my shoulder and set it to the ground before helping me take my backpack off. As he went to set it down, I quickly moved to the couch in the living room and curled up on it. Michael sat down beside me, and pulled me into his chest.

“M-my… She…” I sobbed.

Michael shushed me. “Talk when you’re ready. Take your time.”

I gasped and sniffled between sobs. Ruining Michael’s shirt with my tears and snot. He didn’t say anything though. Just rubbing small comforting circles into my back.

After a long time, I finally stopped blubbering. Tears still came from my eyes, but not nearly as fast as they were. Michael squeezed me gently before letting me go, turning to face me.

“What happened?” he whispered, tucking some of my hair behind my ear.

“Mom kicked me out.” My voice was scratchy and barely there.

His brows knitted together as he frowned. “Why did she kick you out? Was it because of Troy?”

I simply nodded in response.

“Obviously we’ll have to ask my parents, but I’m sure they wouldn’t mind you staying here. I mean, they haven’t minded you staying here in the past. They love you.”

I nodded again before looking around the living room. “Where are they anyways?”

“They went on a lunch date and to the store. They’ll be back soon.”

“Okay.”

“Why did she kick you out?”

I bit my lip thinking about my response. Michael knew enough. He knew the most about what was going on. But still not everything. He knew how Troy would drink and lay around the house. How he made a mess of everything. Michael knows about the first time he slapped my mom. But, only the first time. Not that it’s gotten worse. Or that sometimes he’d hit me when I got in the way of him hurting my mom. He doesn’t know that I’d have to lock my bedroom door so I didn’t get a visit from him in the middle of the night.

Another sob raked through my body. “We got into a fight. I was telling her how much of an ass he is. She, of course, took his side.”

“Oh, (Y/n).” Michael pulled me into another hug.

“I couldn’t do it anymore. I told her that it was him or me. And… And now I’m here…”

“That’s right. You’re here now. You have a home here and you don’t have to go through this alone.”

“Thank you Michael.”

“Let’s get your stuff into my room for now. We’ll probably have you move into the guest room, but I need to check with my parents first.”

As we got up and grabbed my bags I whispered, “Sorry for ruining your Sunday.”

“(Y/n) you never ruin my day. The circumstances suck, sure, but I’m always happy to see you.”

His green eyes were staring into mine. Like he was looking into my soul. I quickly nodded my head and looked around his room as we walked in. There were various band posters hung on the walls. His full sized bed was tucked into the corner. A bookshelf was pressed against the wall at the foot of his bed. Next to that was a computer set up. Across the room opposite of the bed was a TV with various gaming consoles connected to it. Halo was paused on the screen.

He brushed past me and set my overnight bag on his bed. I followed his lead and put my backpack on the bed.

“What did you plan on doing today?” I asked, trying to make light-hearted conversation.

“I plan on spending it with you.”

“I meant before I showed up at your door.”

He sighed. “I was just going to play games until the boys come over. Luke, Calum, Ashton and I were going to practice. But, I can text them and tell them that today won’t work.”

I quickly shook my head. “No, they can still come over. I like listening to you guys play. And while you’re practicing I can do my homework.”

Michael groaned. “Seriously? You’re worrying about homework right now?”

“Yeah I am. School is the one thing I have going for me right now,” I snapped.

He put his hands up. “I’m sorry, (Y/n). I’ll still have them come over. We like having you there at practice anyways. Reminds us that at least someone likes to listen to us.” Micheal then mumbled, “Even if you’re doing homework the whole time.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” He gave me a cheeky grin. “You wanna play Halo with me while we wait for them?” He motioned to the TV.

I nodded with a small smile.

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I bobbed my head to the music the boys were playing while I was held up in the corner of the room. My math textbook opened demonstrating an example of the problem I was working on. The music stopped as I got halfway through. They started talking among themselves, but I paid no attention to what they were saying. They did this often to talk about the music and different things they could try.

Their voices died down as I finished up the problem I was on. When I looked up, I saw them all staring at me.

“What?” I asked.

“(Y/n),” Michael started.

“What?” I squinted my eyes at them suspiciously.

“Will you order pizza?” Calum asked.

“Seriously guys? Why can’t you order your own pizza?” I whined.

“Because you order the best pizza,” Luke explained.

“Yeah, no one makes pizza orders like you. They always hit the spot,” Ashton patted his belly.

Agreements came from all of the boys.

“Fine,” I groaned. I hated talking on the phone. “Who’s paying for said pizza?”

They all looked among themselves. After having a silent conversation, Michael spoke up saying that he will. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled his debit card out. I sighed as I got up, grabbing my phone and headed over to Michael. I grabbed the card and started dialing to the pizza place.

“Any drinks or anything with the pizza?”

“Do I look rich to you (Y/n)?” Michael shot out before anyone could say what else they wanted.

His behaviour made me snort. Michael always had a knack of making me feel better. Even though today’s events were still playing on repeat in my head, it moved to the back of my mind.

I stepped out of the room as I was ordering our food. They boys fell into easy conversation and it was a little noisy.

As I made my way back into the room, all their eyes were on me again.

“Umm… It’s ordered,” I announced. They just kept staring. Michael had a guilty look on his face. “What’s going on now?”

Calum was the first one to move. He set his bass down, walked over to me and pulled me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around him. Looking over at Michael, I gave him a quizzical look.

He scratched the back of his head and blushed before offering an explanation. “They sort of got out of me that you’re moving in.”

“You told them?” I shrieked, pulling out of Calum’s hug.

“No-” Michael started.

“He didn’t tell us everything!” Luke finished walking over to me. “Just that something happened you needed a place to live.”

“And we know how hard that must be for you,” Ashton added, getting up from where he sat.

Tears welled up in my eyes again and my heart sank. My knees gave out from under me. A sob bubbled out of my throat as I crumbled down to the floor. In an instant Michael was on the floor with me, pulling me into his side again.

Luke, Calum, and Ashton looked among each other, then down at me and Michael. They moved around us and lowered themselves down to the ground. They pulled me into a group hug with all of them.

“Don’t worry (Y/n), you have all of us,” Ashton murmured.

“We’re all here for you,” Calum added.

“You have a place to stay with all of us,” Luke comforted.

My crying reduced to sniffles as I took in their words. Maybe my mom didn’t have my back, but they did. They’re my real family.

“Michael, (Y/n), everyone, your pizza is here!” Michael’s mom called out.

Slowly we all slowly pulled ourselves off of the floor. Michael pulled me into another hug before he left to go grab the pizza.

When Michael came back with pizza and paper towels in hand, he came up to me so I could get the first slice. I pulled one slice and watched the melted cheese try to keep itself attached. Using my free hand, I broke the cheese. I started nibbling on my slice as he went to the rest of the boys who each grabbed two slices, placing their extra slice on a piece of paper towel.

I sat and listened to them joke around, giving them small smiles as they attempted to lighten the mood.

“You know what might help you feel better (Y/n)?” Calum asked looking at me.

“What?” My voice was hoarse.

“Writing in down,” he answered.

I couldn’t help but snort.

“That’s a great idea Calum!” Ashton piped up. “You can help us write a song!”

“I don’t know about that. I mean, I don’t have any musical talent. That’s all you guys,” I whined.

Luke put his pizza down and moved to grab his notebook. He flipped it open to a blank page and handed it to me with a pencil. “Just try,” he said softly.

I looked over to Michael for back up. He was busy eating his pizza. When he saw me looking at him, he quickly swallowed before shrugging. “It’s worth a shot.”

I sighed and looked at the blank paper in my hands. “I don’t even know where to begin!”

“Here let me get you started,” Michael spoke walking up next to me. He took the notebook out of my hands and scribbled something down. Handing it back to me, he gave a half smile.

At the top of the page, he had written “Broken Home.”

I quickly wiped a tear that was rolling down my cheek before nodding. “Okay, I can work with this.”

Taking a deep breath I started thinking about my home life and what I was comfortable to write down for the boys to see. I thought about Troy, my mom’s boyfriend. Everything he did to both me and her. How he’s ruined everything.

I wrote down, “You ruined everything.” I quickly crossed it out after I wrote it, not happy with that line. Next I wrote, “Drunk,” and crossed that out too. Next I tried, “I'm stuck in between a nightmare and lost dreams.” That one stayed. “Only satisfied with a bottle in your hand,” was the next line to be written and crossed out.

I took another deep breath trying to think. The boys waited quietly for me to collect my thoughts. I then thought about my dad. I miss him. When I was ten, he and mom were fighting all the time until he had enough and walked out. I haven’t seen him since.

Turning back to the paper I wrote, “They would yell, they would scream, they were fighting it out.” I took a moment to read that line over again. I was pretty satisfied with it. Not knowing how to continue that specific line, I moved down a few lines before writing, “Hey, mom. Hey, dad. When did this end? When did you lose your happiness? I'm here alone inside of this broken home. Who’s right? Who’s wrong? Who really cares? The fault, the blame, the pain’s still there. I'm here alone inside of this broken home.”

The page was full with that. I sighed and handed the notebook back to Michael. He took it gingerly. He read over it, nodding his head. Once he was done, he handed it to Luke. As soon as it left his hands, he pulled me into a bear-hug. I wrapped my arms around his waist and breathed in his scent. I looked over to Luke, who had Ashton and Calum reading over his shoulder.

As Michael slowly pulled away, Calum spoke up, “This is really good.”

“Yeah, (Y/n)! And you said you couldn’t do it,” Ashton gave a cheeky grin.

I blushed, “You really think so?”

“Yeah!” they all agreed.

“Maybe we could make the letter part a chorus?” Micheal threw out.

“We can make that work. I actually have a melody that I’ve been working on. Want me to play it for you?” Luke offered, looking at me.

“Let’s hear it,” I nodded.

Luke handed the notebook to Calum before walking over to the keyboard in the corner of the room and started playing. The cords were actually really good. I couldn’t help the small smile that came to my face.

When he finished playing, he looked around at all of us, expectantly. I clapped my hands together, and he gave a small bow.

“Play it again,” Calum instructed.

Luke obliged. Calum started singing the words that I had written. I couldn’t help the tears that welled up in my eyes while listening to them. Once they were done I pulled both of them into a hug.

“Oh my god, guys. That was amazing!” I gushed. Tears were falling down my cheeks. “If you don’t put this in your album, I will never forgive you!”

They all laughed at my comment.

“It’s definitely going in,” Michael promised.

Suddenly Michael’s mom’s voice called out to us again, “It’s getting late, Michael, (Y/n). You have school tomorrow!”

We all groaned in unison before giving each other hugs, wishing each other a good night.

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I jolted up out of bed in a cold sweat. My body felt like it was on fire. I gasped for air, trying to catch my breath. My eyes were greeted with the darkness of the room I was in. They burned yet again from tears.

I had another nightmare.

Kicking the blankets off of me, I swung my legs off the side of the bed. I put my face in my hands and started crying.

Is this my life now? Always crying. I’m so pathetic. How do the guys tolerate me? How does Michael?

Michael.

I slowly slid off the bed. I walked out of the guest room and made my way down the hall. When I got to my destination, I found the door slightly ajar. Quietly I pushed my way in and headed over to Michael’s sleeping form.

He was snoring softly and had one arm hanging off his bed. I bent down and gently grabbed his arm. His skin was cool compared to mine. I shook his arm, whispering, “Mikey. Hey Michael.”

He groaned and pulled his arm away. Slowly rolling over, he looked at me.

“(Y/n)?” His voice was deep with sleep.

“Hey Mikey.” I gave a small smile at his sleepy form, wiping away stray tears from my eyes. “Sorry to wake you.”

“No, no. It’s okay,” he reassured, sitting up. “Are you okay?”

I paused before nodding. “I had a nightmare.”

He grabbed my hand with a soft, “Come here.” He slid his body toward the wall, pulling me with him. I complied and slid onto the bed next to him. He laid back down and pulled me into his chest. I fisted his shirt, trying to pull him closer as I listened to his steady heartbeat. His welcoming scent filled my nostrils.

“What was it about?” he asked.

“I don’t really remember,” I answered honestly. Though I had an idea it was about Troy.

He replied with a small hum.

“I’ve been having them a lot lately,” I admitted.

Michael’s arm started moving as he rubbed my back. A comfortable silence fell between us.

After a minute of laying like that, he spoke up again. “It’s okay. I get nightmares too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry.”

He let out a small laugh at my apology. “I’m not looking for sympathy, (Y/n). I was just letting you know that you’re not alone.”

“Thank you, Mikey.”

His arm stopped moving as he squashed me into his side.

Before I could stop myself, I asked, “Can I sleep here tonight?” Heat rose to my cheeks.

“Of course.”

I pulled myself up and kissed Michael on the cheek. Quickly I turned over and settled myself into his bed. I felt him adjust his body behind me before settling himself, throwing an arm around me and pulling me into his chest.

Exhausted from the long day and so far restless night, I quickly fell asleep in his arms.

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I sighed as the warm water ran down my body. As I got my hair wet, I let my mind wander over the past few months.

The Clifford family was so nice to take me in. Especially someone like me. Someone so broken. They probably don’t even love me. No one can. My dad left me. My mom took her boyfriend’s side while he beat her and used me as he saw fit. They don’t love me. I could die and no one would care.

A hiss passed through my lips as I got pulled out of my thoughts. Someone in the house flushed a toilet and the water became scalding hot.

As the water cooled back down, I stared at the temperature control. I reached out and turned the heat all the way up. Quickly the water got hot again. I let the water hit my skin. Slowly it became red and angry with the siring pain. After a couple of minutes, the water started to cool down again.

“No,” I whispered. I needed more.

I deserve the pain.

My eyes wandered over to my razor that I use to shave my legs. I grabbed it and sat down on the floor of the tub. Without thinking too much about it, I pinched the skin on my thigh and slid the blades of my razor across it.

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After carefully getting dressed once I got out of the shower, I made my way to Michael’s room. He was sitting on his bed continuing his play through of Halo. I plopped down on the bed next to him, crossing my legs.

“You were in the shower for a long time,” Michael stated.

“I had a lot on my mind,” I told half truthfully.

“Are you okay?”

I rubbed my face. “You know that’s a loaded question.”

Watching him play, an Elite stuck him with a grenade. Michael ran around screaming at the screen. When it finally blew up, he fell into my lap. Pain seared through my legs.

“Michael!” I hissed, pulling him off of me before standing up.

I turned to yell at him, but I was greeted with puppy eyes full of confusion. Anger from the sudden pain faded.

“(Y/n),” he whispered.

“Yes Michael?” I matched his volume.

“(Y/n)... I think… I think you’re bleeding.”

I looked down at my throbbing thighs. A little bit of blood on my right leg started to seep through my pants.

“Shit,” I muttered.

“Why are you bleeding?”

“Don’t worry about it, Michael,” I sighed.

“(Y/n),” He said sternly. “Why are you bleeding?”

He got up from his bed and moved over to me. Grabbing my face with both of his hands, he looked down at me and searched my eyes. His grassy green eyes were full of worry. I wanted to cry for making him worry. However, my chest felt empty and no tears were coming.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

Michael’s hands dropped from my face and he pulled me into his chest. My arms instinctively wrapped around him. His head fell into the crook of my neck. His cheeks were wet against my neck as he silently cried. I moved my hands, rubbing small circles into his back comforting him the best that I could.

I lost track of how long we stood there like that. Eventually he pulled away and moved to look me in the eyes again. The whites of his eyes were covered in red, matching his hair that we recently dyed. His green eyes stood out and were full of sadness. He moved his right hand to brush some hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. I couldn’t help myself but lean into his touch.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/n).”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I’m sorry that you feel this way. That you feel the need to harm yourself. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to stop you. I’m sorry that I can’t do more for you.” Another tear slipped down his face. I reached up and wiped it from his face.

“You do everything for me,” I said pulling him into another hug.

“How long?” He asked. His breath tickled my neck.

“Just this time.”

“Please promise… Promise me that you won’t do it again. If you ever feel the urge, please, please, please come to me,” he begged.

“I promise, Michael.” Seeing him like this, I knew that I’d do anything to make sure he doesn’t feel this way again.

He pulled out of my hug, nodding his head. He took my hands in his and guided me to the bed, motioning for me to sit down. I obliged and sat down. He held my hands a moment longer before dropping them.

He moved to leave his room, “I’m going to go get a first aid kit.”

“Okay,” my voice barely came out.

As I waited for Michael, I played with my fingers. Just as soon as he left, he came back with a small box in hand. He sat it on the bed next to me and pulled out some large bandages and some triple antibiotic ointment. He stepped back to look at me.

“What?” I asked after he started at me for a moment.

A hand moved to scratch the back of his neck. “You need to take off your pants.”

A small giggle bubbled out of my throat. “This is not the context I would picture you saying that.”

“(Y/n),” his voice was stern.

I stood up and started to take off my pants. The fabric of my jeans stuck to my fresh wounds. Carefully peeling them off, I finished taking them off. When I looked at Michael, he was staring at my thighs. Heat flooded my cheeks as I looked back down at the ground.

His hand was suddenly on my shoulder as he gently pushed me to sit back down. As soon as I was on the bed, he got to work. He used one finger to apply the ointment. With feather light touches, he traced the cuts. Once he was done with that he applied bandages to the deeper, thicker cuts.

With a sigh, he stood up and moved to his closet. He came back with a pair of black sweatpants. “Here,” he muttered, “These will be more comfortable than your jeans.”

I took them from his hands and slipped them on. They were soft, but very long on me. I had to pull them up above my hips and roll up the bottoms so they weren’t dragging on the ground.

“Thank you, Michael. For everything.”

He nodded.

After putting the ointment and remaining bandages back into the little box, he left his room again. I laid down on his bed, feeling very exhausted. I rolled over next to the wall, and faced the TV.

When Michael came back, I opened my arms to him. “Can we cuddle?”

A small smile danced across his pink lips, “Of course.”

He came over and laid face up. One of his arms wrapped around me as I scooted into his side. I placed my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. My legs tangled with his. He moved his free hand to play with my hair. After a few minutes, my eyelids grew heavy.

“(Y/n)?” Michael’s voice broke the silence.

I hummed in response.

“Remember when Ashton, Calum, Luke, and I went to L.A. for a while to work on our music?”

“Yeah, and I missed the shit out of you guys.”

“Well, we’ve talked about it, and we’re going to move out there. I don’t know when. But I want you to come with us. Would you?”

“Of course, Mikey. You know I’d follow you anywhere,” I murmured as I slipped into a deep sleep.

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“You know what’d be cool about living in this universe,” I motioned to the TV in front of us playing Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I was laying across the couch in Michael’s and my shared apartment in L.A. My head was in his lap, and he was running his fingers through my hair.

“What that? We’d have magic?” he guessed.

“Well that. But, you’d be able to change the colour of your hair at will! I wouldn’t have had to dye it all the time!” I explained.

Michael laughed.

“I’m serious!” I exclaimed, looking up at the blonde. His hair was now parted on the opposite side than he did when he was younger. “Maybe you could have hair that’d change according to your mood.”

Michael pulled a face. “That would be a terrible idea.”

“What? Why?” I ask, exasperated.

“Because then I couldn’t hide anything!”

“What would you have to hide?” I laughed, sitting up.

“I um, well I uh,” he stammered, blushing. After a moment he figured out what to say. “What if I pulled a prank on Snape? And he questions me about it? And I feel guilty or something?”

“Two things. One. Would you really feel guilty for pranking Snape? And two. What colour would guilt even be?”

“You’re right that I probably wouldn’t feel very guilty. And I don’t know. Maybe purple,” he shrugged.

“Maybe. I know people usually use pink for love, but I personally think purple would be love.”

“Then what would pink be?”

I paused for a moment to think. A grin spread across my lips, “Guilt.”

Michael laughed again. Suddenly his phone alarm goes off. He picks it up to turn off the loud noise.

“It’s time to get ready for Luke’s party,” he announced.

I groaned and spread across the couch again, putting my head back into Michael’s lap. “Or we can stay here,” I whined.

“As much as I’d love to stay here and keep watching Harry Potter with you, we told Luke we’d be there,” he chuckled.

“Tell him I got sick.”

“You were excited to go like a couple of hours ago! That’s why we put the movie on. To help distract you. Remember?”

He was right. I was excited to go to the party. I even bought a new outfit just for the occasion. But, I didn’t want to leave now. I just wanted to spend my night with Michael, curled up on the couch. I wanted his soft touches as he played with my hair.

“Why don’t you want to go now?” he asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I blushed and gave him a sheepish grin. “I don’t know, I’m just nervous now.”

“It’ll be fine (Y/n). Come on, let’s get ready.”

“Okay,” I groaned as I got up off the couch. I headed over to my room to get ready.

I closed the door behind me and got dressed. The purple top that I got had a lace pattern to it and showed off some of my cleavage. It went all the way down to my upper thighs. I matched it with black leggings and black knee high boots.

I headed over to my attached bathroom to put on some makeup. Michael was nice enough that when we moved in, he gave me the master bedroom.

I decided to keep it simple tonight. I applied some eyeliner and mascara. I then added some lip gloss to top it off. I looked at myself in the mirror. After quickly running a brush through my hair, I was pretty satisfied with how I looked.

“(Y/n), you almost ready?” a knock came from my door.

“I’m ready!” I called back and grabbed my purse.

When I opened the door, Michael was standing there in a red flannel shirt and ripped black skinny jeans. He accessorized it with black Converse, a black snapback that was on backwards, and silver cross earrings. He looked good.

His green eyes roamed over my body. My cheeks heated up under his gaze. “What do you think?” I asked.

His eyes snapped back up to my face. Pink dusted his cheeks as his tongue poked out briefly to wet his lips. “I like it. You should wear this outfit more often.”

A wide grin spread across my lips, “Thank you Mikey! Now let’s go!” I grabbed his hand and dragged him behind me as we headed out.

“You want to pick the music?” Michael asked me when I slid into the passenger seat of his car.

Instead of answering, I just plugged the aux cord into my phone. I went to Spotify and shuffled a playlist. “Broken Home” came on the speakers as he drove away. Usually I get emotional whenever this song comes on. This time, however, I smiled. I’ve come so far from where I was when they took me in. From when Michael helped me when I hurt myself.

I rubbed my hands over my thighs. A habit that I picked up whenever I thought about that accident. Michael noticed and stopped singing along to turn down the music.

“What’re you thinking about?” he asked, giving me a side glance before focusing on the road again.

“Just… everything! How far we’ve come. Like, I’m not a scared, hurt, little girl anymore. And I couldn’t have without you. You or the boys. You guys are my family, and I couldn’t be more thankful.”

Micheal reached over with his right hand and placed it on my knee. He rubbed small circles with his thumb. I put my hand on top of his.

“You’ve always had us, (Y/n). And you always will. Like how we know, that I know, that I have you.”

I beamed in his direction as he parked in front of Luke’s neighbor’s house. We got out of the car and started walking to the party. When we got to the door, Michael just opened it without knocking. We were greeted with loud music and dancing bodies.

We pushed ourselves through the makeshift dance floor. I spotted Ashton on the couch chatting up some girl. He looked up and saw us, and gave us a wave. I smiled and waved back. Michael took my hand as we continued our trek to the kitchen.

Once we got there, we were pulled into a hug by Luke. He already smelled of alcohol. “It’s about time you joined us!” he exclaimed excitedly.

“Sorry it took us so long. Someone,” Michael gestured towards me, “took forever to get ready.”

“I did not!” I laughed smacking his shoulder.

Luke gave us a wide grin before saying, “Doesn’t matter. Either way, you need to catch up.” He walked over to the freezer and pulled out an unopened bottle of vodka. “I was saving this for you guys because I know you hate tequila, Michael.”

“Thanks Luke,” Michael smiled.

“Where’s Calum at? I saw Ashton in the living room,” I mused.

“I think he’s outside, entertaining the people out there,” Luke explained.

“God, there’s more people out there? How many people did you invite?” Michael whined.

“Fifty? Maybe?” Luke shrugged.

“Jesus,” Michael muttered, pouring shots for me and him.

When both were poured, I grabbed mine, cheered Michael, and knocked it back. My throat burned as I exhaled. I couldn’t stop myself from scrunching up my face. Both Michael and Luke laughed at me.

“Do you have chasers?” I asked Luke sheepishly.

He nodded and pulled a half empty two liter bottle of Coke out of the fridge. He pointed at the red solo cups that were on the counter, “People were using this to make mixed drinks. But, you can use it as a chaser.”

“Thanks!” I took the soda from his hands and moved to pour myself a cup.

Michael started to get another round for us ready. Once pour, I picked my soda up in one hand and the shot glass in the other.

“Cheers!” Michael clinked his shot glass against mine and swallowed the alcohol down.

I took a swig of my soda, then followed his lead. As soon as I swallowed mine, I took a couple of big gulps from my drink.

“Was that better?” Michael asked.

“Much. But, I think I’m done playing catch up. I’ll just have mixed drinks here on out.”

Michael nodded at my response and motioned for me to hand over my soda. I complied. He started to pour vodka into my Coke. He added at least two and a half shots into my drink.

“I said I wanted a mixed drink, not straight vodka!” I joked.

Michael gave me a cheeky grin. He then looked around the kitchen and asked, “Where’d Luke go?”

I glanced around. It was just the two of us in here. “He probably went to go find Sierra,” I shrugged.

“That’d make sense,” he replied, handing my drink back to me.

I took a couple of gulps of my drink. My face scrunched up instinctively again. “Wow, that’s strong.”

“You literally watched me pour it. You knew what you were getting into,” Michael laughed.

“Yeah, yeah,” I waved him off. “I wanna go dance!”

The alcohol was now flowing through my veins, and more than anything I just wanted to relax. To let my body flow to the loud music that was playing. Michael followed close behind me as I made my way into the living room. Once I found a spot on the improvised dance floor, I started swaying my hips. My drink was still in hand, so I couldn’t go too crazy.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the music that was playing. My hips started swinging a little wider, and I started flipping my head back and forth. I sang along with the words of the song.

I don’t know how much time passed when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I opened my eyes and looked around. Michael wasn’t next to me. I turned around and almost ran into Ashton’s chest.

“Ashton!” I cheered, throwing my free arm around his neck and pulled him into a hug.

He laughed and put his arms around my waist, hugging me back. When I pulled away, he kept his hands on my hips, keeping me close. I gave him a quizzing look. He gave me a dimpled smile before leaning down to explain, “You had some unwanted eyes on you. I came to save you.”

“Aww, what a prince charming,” I joked. “What about your lady friend I saw you with?”

He pushed some of his loose black curls back out of his face and returned his hand to my hip. He sighed, “She said she had to use the restroom. We’ll see if she comes back.”

“I’m sure she will. But aren’t you worried about her seeing us like this?”

He shrugged. “Nah, you’re family. You come first anyways.”

I smiled at his words before he continued. “It looks like I might be doing you more of a favour than I initially thought.”

“What do you mean?”

He looked past me. I followed his gaze behind me, slightly turning my body. Michael was there leaning against the wall, frowning. A busty brunette was talking to him, leaning slightly over to show off her chest. Michael, however, seemed more interested in his drink.

My heart dropped at the sight. I couldn’t tell if I was bothered more that Michael was upset or if it was because of the girl. My cheeks heated up in slight anger and my heart started racing.

When I turned back to Ashton, he laughed. “Don’t worry about her. He’s clearly not interested.”

“Yeah, but why is he so upset?”

“Because he saw us like this,” he looked down between us.

His hands were still resting on my hips. My right hand was pressed against his chest while my left hand was curled around my drink. The back on my hand on his chest as well.

“Why would he be upset about that?” I wondered out loud.

Ashton threw his head back and laughed. “(Y/n) I love you, but you are oblivious.”

“Then explain it to me!” I whined.

“Michael likes you.”

My heart skipped a beat. I chuckled nervously, “I’d hope he likes me! After all, I am his roommate.”

“No, I mean he has a crush on you.”

My cheeks were on fire with how much I was blushing now. The room seemed to spin a little faster than it did with the alcohol in my system. Luckily Ashton was holding on to me to keep me steady.

“You can’t be serious,” I replied doubtfully.

“I am!” Ashton chuckled. “And you claim to be a fan of our music. Listen to the songs, (Y/n). Some of them are about you.”

“What?! Which ones?”

“Most recently, “Better Man” and “Why Won’t You Love Me”. But there’s also “Disconnected”, “Just Saying”, “Heartbreak Girl”, and-”

“I get it!” I cut him off.

“You’re his muse. And I’m tired of seeing you two pining for each other and not doing anything about it!”

“Are my feelings that obvious?”

“Not necessarily. Michael doesn’t know. And we only know because we’ve known both of you for forever. Now go talk to him.”

I pulled him down into another hug, “Thank you, Ash.”

“You’re welcome,” he chuckled into my ear. “Now go get him.”

I pulled out of the embrace and chugged the rest of my drink. I turned around to find Michael, but he was gone from his spot against the wall. I frowned as I started wondering around looking for him.

I made my way to the kitchen again. When I walked in, I found Calum talking with a cute girl. She gave me a smile and a small wave when I walked in, making Calum look up at me.

“Sorry to interrupt,” I apologized.

“It’s not a problem, (Y/n),” he gave me an easy smile.

“Have you seen Michael?”

“Yeah, he was heading outside when we came in,” the girl spoke up.

Calum nodded in agreement.

“Thank you,” I waved walking past them toward the back door.

When I got outside, Michael was sitting on the edge of the porch with his legs dangling off. I walked over and sat next to him. The night air was cool against my skin. I scooted a little closer to Michael and put my head on his shoulder. He rested his head on top of mine.

Looking over the small backyard, there were a couple of groups of people chatting away with drinks in hand. They were laughing and having a good time. I spotted Luke among them with his arm wrapped behind Sierra’s waist.

“What’s wrong Mikey?” I finally broke the silence between us.

“I dunno,” he lied.

I hummed in response, not moving my head from his shoulder.

“So,” he started. “When did you and Ashton become a thing? And why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t tell you because we’re not a thing,” I giggled.

“Well, you looked more than friendly tonight.”

“Aww, would someone’s hair be green right now?” I referenced our conversation from earlier tonight.

Michael didn’t say anything.

“Well,” I continued, “he told me that there were a lot of predatory eyes on me. He was just protecting me.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. If my hair could change colours based on my mood, it would’ve been yellow in that moment because I was so happy and grateful. Nothing more than that though.” With the vodka and Ashton’s talk, I had the courage to add, “But right in this moment, my hair would be purple.”

Michael shot up his head off of mine. I lifted my head to look at him. His green eyes were searching mine. I licked my lips, which brought his attention down to my mouth. His tongue stuck out, mimicking my movements.

“Are… are you saying that-”

“Yes,” I cut him off, leaning in closer. “There’s nothing between Ashton and I. Or anyone, for that matter because I have you. There’s always been you.”

Michael’s hand gingerly brushed hair out of my face and cupped my cheek. I put my hand on top of his, holding it in place. He leaned down and placed his forehead against mine.

“Can I?” he whispered, eyes searching mine.

“Yes.”

My breath hitched when he closed his eyes and slowly closed this distance between us. As soon as his lips met mine, my eyes fluttered shut. His lips were slightly chapped as they moved against mine. My heart was racing, not able to believe what was happening. A moment later he pulled away, but continued resting his forehead against mine.

“Is this real?” I asked, refusing to open my eyes.

Michael let out a small laugh, “I was going to ask the same thing.” His thumb moved and rubbed against my bottom lip. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“I have an idea,” I hummed.

Suddenly his lips were pressed against mine again. I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.

A cheer could be heard from somewhere in the backyard. “It’s about time, you two!” Luke’s voice called out.

I had to pull away this time as a giggle bubbled out of my throat. I opened my eyes to Michael with a large goofy grin on his face. His eyes were bright.

“Can we go home now?” I asked.

He gave me a confused look.

“We haven’t cuddled properly in forever and I want to make up for lost time,” I explained.

“Yeah, we can go home,” he answered, kissing the top of my head.

#michael clifford #michael clifford x reader #5sos #5sos x reader #5 seconds of summer

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tardisman14 · 5 years ago

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Enchanting: Chapter 2: Fear and Guilt

A novelized version of Enchanting Grom Fright, told from Amity’s pov. A look into what was going through her mind in that episode, with snippets of happenings in-between scenes. Told in 4 parts (3 main chapters, plus the prologue), rated to be safe, and obviously Lumity.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Woods outside Bonesbrough,

Late afternoon

“Remind us. How exactly do you know where Luz is living?”

“Long story, Em. Let’s just say I may have needed her and Eda’s help fixing a ...mistake I made.”

“Ooooooo! Little Miss Perfect needing help fixing a mistake? This has gotta be good.”

Amity was silent. If either of them were to find out about what she had done to Willow’s memories, they’d never let her hear the end of it. Luckily for her, they were coming up on the Owl House just then.

“So, this is where she’s staying.”

“I like it. Seems rather quaint.”

“Just stay here. I’m gonna go check to see if Luz is ready to start training.”

“HIYA, HOOT!”

“GAAAHHH!”

That’s right. Amity had forgotten about Eda’s ‘security system’. As well as the fact that it seemed to have NO sense of personal space.

“HERE TO SEE LUZ? SHE’S UPSTAIRS GETTING READY! I CAN TAKE YOU THERE, HOOT HOOT!”

“NO! Just tell her I’m here.” The last thing she needed right now was being covered in even more feathers than she had been in the last thirty seconds.

“ON IT, HOOT!”

While the bird-tube stretched its way to the second floor window, Amity headed straight inside. Upon heading upstairs, she heard what she recognized as Luz’s voice and opened the door it was coming from, assuming it must’ve been Luz’s room.

“Amity!”

“If that bird-tube ever talks to me again.... I'm going to destroy it.” It did not help that she was still trying to pick feathers out of her hair. “You ready to train?”

“What should I wear to Grom?” Amity then noticed the two ‘outfits’ Luz had picked out. “This one says, ‘witch with a dark side’. But this one says, ‘I'm an otter... with a dark side.’”

As much as Amity had grown to find Luz’s antics charming, she knew that now was not the right time.

“Luz, you need to take this seriously. If you can't defeat Grom, everyone on the island will have to live out their worst nightmare.”

“YOU WANNA HEAR MY WORST NIGHTMARE??” Well, she gave them fair warning.

What followed was a thrashing of pure feral rage as Amity laid into the annoyance of a house that was Hooty. It took Luz pulling them apart before she started to calm down.

“Okay, I think we should get on that training. Amity, let’s head outside. Hooty, I’ll have King bandage you up.”

“SHEESH!”

The two then went downstairs and noticed King sitting on the couch with some flash cards.

“King, I need you to take a look at Hooty. We had a little… incident.”

“Can’t you do it? I need to make sure my material for tonight is top notch.”

“I would, but something’s… come up. If you do it, I’ll make you that new scone recipe I found last week.”

“UGH… fine. But they had better be JUST for me! Last time I only got a few because you had Willow and Gus over.”

“I’ll make sure to mark them.”

With that, the demon reluctantly made his way upstairs to check on the bird tube. As the two made their way outside, Luz was greeted to the sight of Amity’s older siblings waiting.

“Ed? Em? What are you guys doing here?”

“They’re here to help train you.”

“We had originally planned to help Mittens here get ready” said Ed. “But she told us about your situation, so here we are!”

“That was SO sweet of you looking out for her like that.”

As much as Amity would love to have her siblings embarrass her around Luz, there was work that needed to get done.

“If we can focus, now. Grom will transform into your darkest fears. What are you afraid of, Luz?”

Amity noticed Luz hesitate to answer. So Ed spoke up.

“Wanna say our greatest fears? On three- one two... being alone forever!”

“Being stuck with you forever.”

Yeah. Of the twins, Amity definitely knew Ed to be the more clingy one.

“In preparation, I've made a list!”

Amity and the twins took a look at the list Luz handed her. The twins were quick to get started, and immediately started casting illusions. The first was a large version of Luz’s communication device with some guy on the display.

“Jerks online who wanna debate!”

Next was what looked like a cat with a human face. Wait, didn’t Amity read something somewhere about an entire dimension with those things?

“AAHH! No! Human souls trapped in cat bodies!”

Finally was a- ...carton of milk?

“NOOOO! I'm lactose intolerant!”

“Not enough.”

From some of the stories Amity had heard, many matches with Grom start out with small fears like this. But once Grom gets a hold of its victim, that’s when things really take a turn. This was not going to cut it.

“The reason I can't face Grom- it goes deeper than things that just gross me out. What's your real fear, Luz?”

Amity then saw Luz think for a few seconds, looking up at the house behind her.

“My real fear... is that Eda thinks I'm too fragile to do this! And if she's right, I'll never be a real witch!”

Alright. Fear of a mentor feeling less of their pupil. THIS was something they could work with. Ed and Em then combined their magic to make a large version of the Owl Lady herself.

“You're inadequate.”

They even managed to nail the voice. As much as they got on her nerves, Amity had to give them credit where credit was due.

The illusion then conjured up a high chair, which Luz was now sitting in, as well as a bib saying ‘weak baby’. Wow. This really did have an effect on Luz, didn’t it?

“Nooooo!”

It may be difficult for Luz, but Amity knew that this was their best chance of getting her ready for tonight.

“I get it. Ditch the yellow. *GASP*”

Oh great. How’s Eda gonna react to a giant version of herself messing with her pupil?

“Is that supposed to be me? Dang, I look great. *chuckle*”

Apparently with self-admiration. Wow. Amity WISHED she had that level of self-confidence.

“Wait a sec- you're training to be Grom queen!”

“So what if I am!”

“You think training will help against Grom? Luz, you always go overboard and I end up bailing you out. Now, what's the fun in watching a kid get eaten by a monster if it’s my kid?”

“Well, maybe you'll have fun watching me defeat Grom!”

As much as Amity was grateful to Luz for volunteering to take her place, she knew Eda had a point. Seeing it firsthand, Luz did have a habit of jumping in head-first without thinking things through.

However, as Amity saw how low the sun was getting, she knew that they maybe only had less than a couple of hours before Grom started and the rest of them had to get ready, themselves. What they had managed to get done would have to do.

“Luz, I don't think you're ready, but we're literally out of time.”

“I’ll take it. *GASP* I just realized the PERFECT outfit to go with tonight! I gotta get ready. See you in a few hours!”

Well, at least Luz hadn’t lost any of her enthusiasm.

“*SIGH* I swear, the stress that the kid’s putting me through is making me age even faster.” Eda then turns to Amity. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

As Eda walked back into the house, Amity only had one response.

“Me too.”

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Blight Manor,

30 minutes before Grom

Amity took one last look at herself before she and the twins left for the dance. She had decided to go with a dress that was, in her opinion at least, rather simple. After the day she had, the last thing she wanted was any attention on her.

As Amity was about to leave, she noticed the note on her desk. The one she had written that morning in hopes of asking Luz to be her date tonight. The thing that had started this whole mess. She wondered. Could this whole situation have been avoided if she had never written the note to begin with? Would she have not been as worried about going up against Grom if her mind hadn’t gone to the thought of what she would do if Luz turned her down? Would Luz have not had to worry about what was going to happen tonight if Amity hadn’t been so willing to let Luz fight her battles for her?

Whatever might have been, it was too late to do anything about it now. But there was one last question going through Amity’s mind. Would it still be too late for her to find out how she really feels? She then made the decision to bring the note with her just in case. Maybe if tonight went well enough and any worries about Luz not being able to handle Grom were for nothing, she could still work out how she really saw Luz.

Grabbing the note, she went downstairs where Ed and Em were waiting for her. Unsurprisingly, they had decided to color coordinate their outfits. Twins. Anyway, now that their sister was finally ready, the three of them headed out the door, ready for the night’s festivities. ...well, mostly ready.

As they walked, while Amity could hear her siblings discussing how they each planned to spend the evening with their respective dates, her mind was elsewhere. All she was hoping was that tonight wouldn’t turn out to be a total disaster. Not just for her, but for Luz as well. This was going to be the human’s first dance in the Boiling Isles, and it was going to be spent fighting a monster that feeds off of your worst fears. Maybe she should talk to Luz beforehand, just to make sure that she really was ready.

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Hexside gymnasium,

Grom

It was still relatively early in the night, but seemed as if this year’s Grom was already in full swing. Amity could already see some couples on the dance floor, while others went to get their Grom pictures taken by the photographer. While Ed and Em waited for their dates on the dance floor, Amity decided to go looking for Luz, but was soon approached by Principal Bump.

“Ah, Miss Blight. Glad you could make it.”

Amity still didn’t know how he could remain so positive knowing that there was a chance Grom could escape that night.

“I must admit, I was skeptical when Luz first came to my office saying that she wanted to volunteer to take your place. But as soon as she mentioned that you would be training her personally, I knew that she was in good hands.”

Great. As if the pressure Amity was feeling that night wasn’t high enough.

“Anyway, hope you enjoy your night!”

Alright. Amity REALLY needed to find Luz. She looked all around the gym, but the human was nowhere in sight. However, she did see Willow making corsages for some of the couples. She supposed that it wouldn’t hurt to ask if she knew where Luz might be. Plus if she was being honest, it would be nice to talk a bit with her old friend, even if they were both still getting used to the idea of possibly becoming friends again after all these years.

“Hey, Willow. Having fun?”

“Amity. Hi. Yeah, things are going well so far.”

“Great. ...”

“...”

“That’s a nice dress you have.”

“Thanks! My dads actually helped pick it out. I like yours, too.”

“Thanks. ...So, have you by chance seen Luz? I need to check with her on something.”

“Oh yeah. She told Gus and I about volunteering to take your spot. I think I saw her a few minutes ago in the hallway.”

“Thanks.”

As Amity was about to head for the hall, she stopped for a moment.

“Hey, I know it’s only been a few days since we’ve started to make some progress. But… can I get your opinion on something?”

“Uh… sure. What’s on your mind?”

“...Do you think it was wrong of me to let Luz take my place? I mean, I’m very grateful to her for wanting to help me out. But at the same time, I’m feeling kind of bad the reason she’ll be facing Grom is because I was too afraid. Should I have done more to dissuade her from doing it?”

There was silence for a moment. Amity waited for Willow to start chewing her out for putting Luz in potential danger. But to her surprise, Willow simply placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke calmly.

“Look. I get any worries you might have right now. But I think you and I both know that once Luz sets her mind on something, there’s not a whole lot to convince her otherwise. I mean, it was because of her persistence that we’re starting to repair our bond, right?”

“...yeah, that is true.”

“Also, from what I’ve seen, even when things have gotten bad for Luz, she’s always been full of surprises. I take it you’ve seen it as well. Plus, if things do get out of hand, Principal Bump asked Eda to chaperone tonight. I seriously doubt she’d let anything serious happen to Luz in her watch.”

That’s right. Amity had forgotten that Eda was there tonight. If those claims about her being the most powerful witch in the Boiling Isles were to be believed, maybe there was less to worry about after all.

“But hey. I think it’s still really sweet that you’re this worried about Luz. It really says a lot about how far you two have come. Although, maybe try not to show it as much around her. If she sees that you’re worried about something, then SHE might start to get worried. And I don’t think any of us want that.”

“Yeah, good point.”

Just then, the lights in the gym started dimming, and they could hear Gus’ voice over the mic on stage.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and assorted demons! It's almost time for our main Grom event. Please, please, take a seat, and be aware that the first three rows are designated splash zones.”

Amity knew that it wouldn’t be much longer before the battle. She had to talk to Luz while she had the chance.

“Hey, I gotta go find Luz. Thanks for the talk Willow. It really helped.”

“No problem. Also, if you need any other advice regarding Luz, just let me know.”

“What?”

“Oh, nothing!”

As Amity started to walk towards the hall, she wondered. Was there a chance that Willow knew? Could her recent behavior around Luz really be that obvious?

Once she made it to the hallway, she looked at the note she brought with. Part of her started to wonder if it would even be fair to ask Luz at this point. Willow was right about not wanting to make Luz worry. Would asking her now just put more in her mind for Grom to use against her? Just then, Amity heard footsteps and put the note away. She looked up and saw Luz standing in front of her.

“I'm not sure if it's nerves or if I accidentally drank some milk, but something's making my stomach squirm.”

“You look nice. Strange, but... nice.”

It was true. While the combination of the outfit wasn’t your… typical choice for an event like this, there was something rather charming in how unique it was. Amity thought, in a way, it was the perfect outfit for Luz to wear tonight.

“And, thank you, Luz. Honestly, I'm kind of amazed with how fearless you are. You've done things I could never do.”

“Hah, yeah, right! You goin' soft on me, Blight?”

“*chuckle* In your dreams.”

While Amity couldn’t quite explain it, being there at that moment, having this little talk with Luz, it all just felt… right.

“Now, introducing our Grom queen. You know her, you love her, you've... at least heard of her. Luz, the Human!”

Well, this was it. The moment of truth. Time to find out whether or not Luz was really ready.

“Wish me luck!”

As Amity watched Luz walk out into the gym, she couldn’t shake that feeling of guilt that had been with her that night. So much so, she could only get out one word.

“Luck.”

She really hoped that this wasn’t a mistake.

It must’ve been right around then that Gus pushed the button on stage. Amity could hear the arena opening up and saw the weapon racks rise up beside Luz. She decided to find a spot on the bleachers that was out of the way enough that she wouldn’t be noticed, but still close enough that she could easily make out Luz’s progress.

As Amity watched Luz go down into the area, weapon and glyphs in hand, she noticed Grom starting to take the form of those weird cats that were on Luz’s list. Luz seemed to be handling the situation pretty well so far. But Amity knew that this was just the beginning. The level of fear would only increase from here.

Minutes went by, and Luz still seemed to be going strong. Amity heard commentary being done by Gus and Principal Bump, as well as… some words being said by King. But she wasn’t really focusing on what they were saying. Right now, all of her attention was on Luz and Grom.

Amity then saw Grom start to transform into what looked like some sort of monstrous version of Eda. Wow. If this was supposed to be its interpretation of Luz’s worries about Eda not having confidence in her, maybe this really was Luz’s greatest fear. Hopefully that training they did earlier will pay off here and they can finally move on with-

Just then, Grom reached out to Luz’s head and… Wait. Something’s not right. It’s transforming again. This time into… a door? Amity sees the door start to open and… Hold on a second. Who is that?

#the owl house #toh #luz noceda #amity blight #lumity #luz x amity #eda clawthorne #king toh #hooty toh #willow park #gus porter #edric blight #emira blight #principal bump #enchanting grom fright #fanfiction #fanfic

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chuckepisodes · 5 years ago

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Chuck vs. The Tango Part 3

You were all pulling up to the auction in a big, fancy limo. Before you guys get out of the car though, Sarah hands you two a box. "Here. This is for you both." She said smiling at you two. You and Chuck were a little confused but opened the box. You both got a watch. "Inside the watches is a tracking system. That way you can't run away from me. And if you guys flash on anyone, tell me immediately and then stay out of the way." Sarah said. "Absolutely, yeah." you agreed. " I, uh, I always run from a fight." Chuck said smiling and joking a little. All of a sudden the window rolled down and revealed Casey being the limo driver. "This isn't a joke, Chuck. No one who's ever seen you has lived to tell about it." " Is he being serious? Seriously? What are our chances of getting into trouble?" Chuck asked. "Toughen up, you'll be fine... assuming you two know how to tango." Casey said. "We did some preparation, okay? And by we I mostly mean Chuck as I watched and observed." you said trying not to laugh thinking about that night. "I wouldn't call myself an expert..." Chuck started. "Why would he need to know how to tango? Is that code?" Sarah asked confused. " No, not-- no, he told us that we needed to know how to tango..." Chuck started to explain when all of a sudden both Casey and Sarah smirked at you and Chuck. It was all a joke. "Spy humor, I like that." you said. "One more thing before we go." Sarah all of a sudden pulled out two ring bands. "Since you and Chuck are going to be posing as husband and wife." "Oh... right. Yeah totally!" you said kinda feeling sad because we wished it was real. You and Chuck each grabbed a ring. "Well let's make this fake official" Chuck said sounding sad himself. He grabbed your hand and slid the ring on your finger as you did the same with his ring. Both of you hoping one day this could be real and you can be Mr. and Mrs. Bartowski instead of Mr. and Mrs. Carmichael. After you were both done you and Chuck looked at each other and smiled. Sarah looked at you both feeling sad for you both in a way as well. But it was time to start the mission. "Come on. You ready?" She asked. You and Chuck turned your heads to look at her and nodded. A valet opened the door for you three. Chuck got out first and helped you out of the car and you grabbed Sarah's hand helping her out.

Walking in, you had your arm linked with Chuck's as Sarah was linked with yours. As you were all walking up the stairs, a waiter came by with food and as Chuck went to grab off of it, sauce got on his shirt. "I've been a spy all of five seconds and I already have soy sauce on my shirt." " Well, go and wash it off." You said patting his chest. "And Chuck, stop saying that you're a spy." Sarah added. "Right of course." Chuck said nodding as he went off to the washroom. You smiled and shook your head as you watched Chuck leave. Sarah walked over and stood next to you. You looked over at her and smiled. "You look really pretty tonight Y/N." "Thanks! So do you. And I never did thank you for this dress. It's amazing!" "Oh it was no trouble!" "I thought it was a little much but..." Sarah looked at you giving you a knowing smile. "What?" you asked, a smile appearing on your face. "I may have tried to go a little extra with you to see how Chuck would react seeing you wearing it." "Sarah!" you said playfully smacking her. She laughed a little. You loved how you and Sarah were actually becoming really good friends. "What? Oh come on. What was his reaction when he first saw you?" "Well... I mean... his jaw definitely did drop and said I looked perfect." You said blushing again. "See! You're welcome." you looked at her and laughed.

Not too much longer later you spotted Chuck running up the stairs to the both of you. "Guys! It's him." "Who?" Sarah asked. "La Ciudad." You all saw the man walking around. "Come on." Sarah grabbed your arm as you grabbed Chuck's hand walking up the rest of the stairs. You walked into the main room where the paintings were on display. "I've already identified the perp, as it were, what are we still doing here? I mean, you know, mission accomplished. Time to go." Chuck said. Sarah then turned to the both of you. "Chuck, grab Y/N and go wait at the bar." Sarah instructed. "Go wait...wait at the bar?" you asked. "Yes... and be all married coupley." She said as she walked away. "Okay, you go do what you do. We're going to beat the bar, waiting there. Covering that whole area." Chuck said grabbing your hand leading you to the bar. Chuck lead you to the chair as you sat down and he stood behind you putting his hands on your shoulders. You two were definitely looking like a married couple. "Drinks sir and madam?" Casey said posing as a bartender now. "Yeah, uh... I'd like a martini, barkeep, shaken and stirred. Thank you." " Would you like a cherry with that?" Casey asked sarcastically pulling out a cherry. Chuck gave him a weird look. "And the lady?" "I'll take a glass of merlot." "Absolutely." All of a sudden this guy walked up towards Chuck. "Chuck Bartowski?" Chuck looked at him weird, you were looking up at him trying to figure out who we was and how he knows Chuck and Casey was just staring at Chuck. "No. The name's Carmichael." "Allan Watterman, Stanford?" "Hey, hey, how are you? Hey. Hey, you. Hey." "And who is this gorgeous woman?" he said eyeing you. "Oh! This is my...wife." It felt weird to say it, in a good way, and he actually hopes to call you that for real one day. "Y/N Carmichael." You stuck out your hand a shook his. "Nice to meet you Allan." "Wow... You did real good Chuck. Wait... Is this the Y/N you always talked about in school? Your best friend?" Chuck stared at him wide eyed as you looked up at Chuck smiling. "Uh yes... This is her." Allan looked down at you. "The man never shut up about you. Always talking about how amazing you are and how much he missed you while you were at UCLA." Chuck started to blush hard. You thought it was adorable. "Nice to see Chuck got you in the end." "Yep! She's amazing!" Chuck said trying to stop before he revealed any more and would make blush more and feel more awkward. "So how are you?' "I'm great. I don't know if you heard, I sold out of my software company. Kind of unemployed. Problem is, I'm too young to retire. I'm too rich to work." he said bragging a little. Chuck forced a laugh. "That's quite a pickle you find yourself in, Watterman." "What are you doing now? Besides being married to this gorgeous woman. Last I heard, you were, um, you were fixing computers or something?" "Yeah. You know, just kind of, uh, just kind of weighing my options right now. Uh, you know, I may be getting a managerial position at an electronics conglomerate, so, you know... all right." Chuck said trying to make it sound good. "Well, I always knew you'd make something of yourself." You then both looked over at Sarah and saw her with that man, her trying to get close to him. "Why do you guys keep looking over at that woman?" "Oh! That's just my best friend. Making sure all is okay with her." You said. "Ah! Well she seems to be doing okay. Well, hey, um, give me a call. You know, if you need help with the whole job thing. I know people." "Bet you do, yeah. Yeah." "There you go." he said handing Chuck his business card. All of a sudden we both started to flash looking at his card seeing what his business really was like. "Insider trading and offshore accounts in the Caymans." Chuck said. " What did you just say? Do you work for the sec? I got to go." Allan said all of a sudden freaking out and walking away quickly. "Well that was weird." you said turning back and taking a sip of your drink and Chuck putting his hands back on your shoulders trying to process what happened.

Sometime later, you and Chuck were still at the bar waiting to figure out what to do next. And Chuck was finishing a drink. "Hit me again." He said to Casey. "Alright mister, no more for you." you said jokingly. Casey looked over your heads and saw Sarah being lead out by a couple men, one of them having a gun on her. Casey then hopped on to the bar and looked over at you two. "Stay." and then he took off. "Stay?" you said sounding offended. "Stay... Like a dog." Chuck said looking at you. Chuck all of a sudden stood beside you and held out his hand for you to take. You grabbed it and got out of the chair as you both began to walk around the room and check out the paintings. One painting stood out though and as you both looked at it you both began to flash. You both saw something that was planted inside the back of the painting. You and Chuck looked at each other before he guided you over to the painting to get a better look at it. A woman then appeared next to you both. "Beautiful painting." she said. "Yeah, beautiful. Painting, yeah." Chuck said. " It definitely has a quality about it." " Very, I would say, Bob Rossian in its influence." "Who?" " Bob Ross. Bob Ross, you know, Bob Ross. " "The guy who used to paint on PBS. With the afro and the soothing-- you have no idea what we are talking about." you said trying to explain but failed. "Sorry. " "It won't be the first time." you said. " I'm Malena." " Hi. Chuck. Charles. Charles Carmichael. And this is my wife Y/N Carmichael." "So you don't like the painting?" she asked looking at the both of you. " No, I-I, it seems very lovely. I'm just more interested in the frame, but that-- you don't..." Chuck started to say until his phone started ringing. "So sorry. So sorry about this." Chuck started to say as you looked over to see who could be calling him. "What the Hell could Morgan want right now?" you whispered to Chuck. "Who knows..." Chuck ignored the call and looked over at the woman. " Work never leaves you alone. I'm in the software game so..." "You were saying about the frame?" "Nothing, it doesn't really actually matter, sorry." Chuck said waving it off. "Champagne?" Malena asked as a waiter came by. She grabbed one for herself as Chuck grabbed one for you and him. "Darling." Chuck said handing you a glass. "Thanks." you said giving him a wink. You all clinked glasses before taking a sip. All of a sudden some tango music came on. "I love a tango." Malena said. "Oh, yeah. Who doesn't?" Chuck said. "Do you?" You raised your eyebrow at the woman and then looked over at Chuck knowing where this was going. "Mrs. Carmichael, mind if I steal your husband for a couple minutes." "Oh by all means..." you said giving Chuck a smirk. "Oh what the Hell. Let's give it a shot."

You stood off to the side and watched Chuck try to tango with the woman. You began trying so hard not to laugh again because it seemed Chuck only knew how to the woman's part thanks to Devon. Malena was beginning to get a little handsy though and you began to get real jealous. You decided to walk over and interrupt them. "Mind if I cut in and steal my husband back?" She stared at you and shrugged. You stood in front of Chuck and put one hand on his shoulder and took his other hand as he put one hand on your hip. "Y/N you sure you know how to tango?" "Oh yeah... like I said, I watch and learn. Want me to lead?" "Yeah sure." You both began to dance and Chuck was amazed at how good you were. Once the dance was over you and Chuck were so close together you could almost kiss. You both stared at each other and leaned in but were interrupted by Malena. You and Chuck cleared your throats and looked back at Malena. As she approached you though you noticed a scar on her neck and Chuck did too and you both began to flash. She was La Ciudad. She had a hand on Chuck's shoulder as she stared at you both. "We need help." You whispered to Chuck, both of you trying to remain calm.

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Aspects & Fanfics Ep. 31: Royal Fears

With this new entry of this fanfic inspired on Sanders Sides by Thomas Sanders, Joan S. and the Foster Dawg Team, I’m starting a new phase on the format. My idea is to slowly move away from mimicking the format of a real Sanders Sides episode and start experimenting with other formats. In past episodes, there were four rules I always adhered to: I would use a script format (this won’t change, it will still be written as a script, even if it’s conceived to be read and not to be filmed), Thomas would always be present and center of the story, except in the ending cards (which forced me to use the gimmicks of the flashbacks, the orbs, etc), there would be an opening trying to make a short gag of some kind, and there would be an ending card in the style of the one featured at the end of Embarrasing Phases, some scene of the Sides in the Mind Palace foreshadowing future episodes. Some of these will stay, others may not. I want to try experimenting with the Asides format, introducing real ellypsis during the plot, maybe scenes without Thomas present, I don’t know, something to make the plot more dynamic and less rigid. We’ll see how it goes. Well, enough ranting. I’m leaving you with the new episode and I hope you enjoy it.

SYNOPSIS: Two of Thomas’ friends ask Roman for help and when he can’t fulfil their needs, they ask Chris instead, who excels in them. That makes Roman feel insecure and a bit jealous of his own son in spite of him.

WARNINGS: Romantic prinxiety, mentions to romantic dukeceit, even though Remus is not present in this episode. Angst.

EPISODE INDEX

[Thomas is writing something on his laptop, when someone knocks at the door]

THOMAS: That must be Dominic, he told me he would come over to ask me for something. I wonder what it is. [closing his laptop] Oh, well, this new Cartoon Therapy script for the episode after the one Adri was working in will have to wait. As well as the other eleven projects for the upcoming shorts, the next scripts for the two following episodes based on my life with the Sanders Sides, the notes I had to take so that I could tell Foti what we must improve for the following music show we’re working into… oh, yes, and I had to answer all these emails about upcoming sponsored jobs… Well, all of that will have to wait. Isn’t it weird that some people out there say that I’m not releasing anything while my friends tell me that I work too much? Oh, well, who’s right or wrong, who’s to say? That sounds familiar… Never mind.

[Thomas puts the laptop on the couch and goes to open the door]

[intro sequence]

DOMINIC: Hi, Thomas.

THOMAS: Hi, Dominic. How are you doing?

DOMINIC: Fine, thanks. I hope I’m not interrupting you. I’m sorry I just called you this morning, but I kinda need your help.

THOMAS: Oh, of course. Is there any trouble?

DOMINIC: No, no, everything’s fine. I meant that I need your help for some little project of mine. If you’re not too busy, that is.

THOMAS: I was working on something, but don’t worry, I’ve still got plenty of time till the deadline, and this moment of recess will be refreshing for me.

DOMINIC: Good. You know you can call me anytime, should you need any kind of assistance for that project, right?

THOMAS: Of course, thank you. But now tell me how can I be of assistance for you.

DOMINIC: In fact, it’s not exactly your help what I need. I need Roman’s help.

THOMAS: Roman’s help? Of course. I’ll call him right now. Roman! Could you come here, please?

[Roman rises up with his iconic princely pose]

ROMAN: [singing the first word in a G4] I-I-I-I-I’m here, Thomas… Oh, hi Dominic, it’s been ages.

DOMINIC: Yes, it has.

THOMAS: I’m calling you because Dominic needs you, Roman.

ROMAN: Well, I’ll be glad to rescue you however I can, Dominic. How can I be of service to you?

DOMINIC: [confused] Rescue… me? Oh, well. Roman, would you mind modeling for me?

ROMAN: Oh… I was born to be a model. Do you need me to wear Gucci, Dolce, Versace…? Let me warn you, when I wear a tuxedo, James Bond has to stir his Martini because he’s too shaken by my handsomeness…

DOMINIC: I was thinking more of a princely modeling. If I wanted that kind of modern modeling, I could have just asked Thomas himself.

THOMAS: [giggles bashfully] Oh, come on, I’m not a model…

DOMINIC: That’s not what your Instagram posts are showing, Thomas. You’re good looking, don’t belittle yourself.

THOMAS: Thank you, that’s flattering…

ROMAN: Well, what kind of project are we talking about exactly? Maybe if I know what you’re thinking on, I could be of more help.

THOMAS: I’m intrigued too.

DOMINIC: Well, I wanted to make a drawing featuring a prince, and since you’re the closest available prince I have, I was hoping if you could show me some of your best outfits to grab some ideas.

ROMAN: Of course, I’ll be delighted. As you can see, this is my normal princely suit, in bright white with a red sash.

DOMINIC: Yes, I have seen you plenty of times with it. It’s not exactly what I’m looking for. Have you got something else?

ROMAN: Well… [changes outfit to his old season 1 outfit] This is my old outfit, if you were going for something more sober, but equally bright.

DOMINIC: It is almost the same as your usual outfit, and no offense, but the suit looks a little bit like a cooking jacket. That won’t work either.

ROMAN: I’m not offended, that’s why I ended up changing it, after all. Okay, then let’s go for less utilized royal outfits of mine…

[Roman changes to the outfit he uses to wear when he’s fused with Remus]

ROMAN: How about this? Usually I wear this only when I’m fused with Remus, but if you wanted a radically different approach, this may work.

DOMINIC: I mean… It’s almost the same as the old one, only that in navy blue and brown, although the crown is a nice addition, but it’s still not enough, I’m sorry.

ROMAN: Well, you’re surely seem to know what you’re looking for… Let me see what I hold in my closet… There’s not much in my closet nowadays other than clothing… [giggles, then with a cringey expression] I’m sorry for that one. Okay… How about… this?

[Now Roman is wearing the very first outfit his brother Roland, the Prince Guy, wore in the Sanders Shorts, similar to his own old one but full of medals on the chest and the sash]

ROMAN: I couldn’t find anything, so I borrowed this from my brother. But I kept the crown since you seemed to like it.

[Dominic frowns slightly at Roman]

DOMINIC: This… is just your old outfit full of medals. It’s not what I’m looking for. Don’t you have anything else that doesn’t feature a sash?

ROMAN: [switching back to his usual outfit, with an over dramatic voice] No sash!? How can a prince get out of his castle without a royal sash around his heart symbolizing his pureness of heart and his indomitable will!?

[At that moment, Chris rises up]

CHRIS: There you are, father! I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Have you forgotten we had fencing class today? You promised you’d teach me how to use your samurai sword!

ROMAN: I’m sorry, son. I totally forgot.

DOMINIC: I’m sorry… who is this?

THOMAS: Oh, that’s right, you and Dahlia haven’t met him yet. This is Chris. He’s Angsty Creativity and the son of Roman and Virgil. And yes, two male Sides can physically conceive a child because they’re not human. Chris, this is my friend Dominic.

CHRIS: Nice to meet you, Dominic.

DOMINIC: Same.

ROMAN: Well, Chris, I’m sorry, but our fencing lesson will have to wait. I was helping Dominic with…

DOMINIC: It’s okay, Roman! I finally found what I was looking for!

ROMAN: What?

DOMINIC: Chris, your outfit is perfect. Would you mind modeling for me?

CHRIS: What? What is modeling?

THOMAS: You stand still while an artist draws you. Dominic wants to make a drawing of you.

DOMINIC: I want to make some sketches of you wearing your outfit so that I can get ideas for a future cosplay of mine. I could make some photos, but I prefer to draw I because then I can include some ideas on the fly into the drawing.

CHRIS: Oh, well. I’d be honored to be of help, if you need me. When would you need me?

DOMINIC: Oh, we can do it right now, if you want. I have my tools in my car, I’ll get them and we’ll be ready. Hold on for a sec, be back soon.

[Dominic rushes to the door. Roman watches the scene with a face of confusion]

CHRIS: Oh, wow… I don’t know if I’ll be good at this…

THOMAS: Of course you can do this. It’s not that difficult, and it could be a good learning exercise for you, right Roman?

[Roman doesn’t answer, as he hasn’t heard Thomas]

THOMAS: Roman? Are you with us?

ROMAN: Mmm? Oh, I’m sorry, what did you say?

THOMAS: I said that this could be a good learning exercise for Chris, and that he can do this. Don’t you agree?

ROMAN: Oh… yes, yes, of course. You can do this, son, and I fully support you.

[Dominic returns carrying some drawing tools]

DOMINIC: Okay, I’m back. Are you ready?

CHRIS: Yes, what do I do?

DOMINIC: Just stand where you are, open your legs, your right hand on your hip, hold your sword with the left one and raise it pointing to… Thomas’ big picture on the wall, the one that Logan hates so much, that will do.

THOMAS: Wait, what?

DOMINIC: Oh, he didn’t tell you? Well… you were going to learn about that sooner or later… Then, Chris, raise your chin, project your chest, hold your breath a bit, give me a brave smile and look at the big picture. Roman, would you mind stepping back a few steps? You’re covering Chris.

ROMAN: Oh, sorry… Well, if you don’t need me, I guess I’ll be going now. See ya later guys.

THOMAS: See ya, Roman, thanks for coming.

[Roman sinks down with a serious face]

DOMINIC: Now, the most difficult part, don’t move for the next hour or so.

CHRIS: Do I have to hold my breath for a whole hour?

DOMINIC: Oh, of course not, sorry, you would suffocate.

CHRIS: I mean, I can hold my breath for an hour if you want me to, it’s just that it’s not pleasant.

DOMINIC: You can hold your breath for a whole hour without suffocating?

THOMAS: That’s a new Side ability I didn’t know about…

CHRIS: Sure! I can hold my breath for as long as I want, but it’s not comfy, and after the first two hours or so, my skin starts turning purple.

DOMINIC: Don’t worry it won’t take that long. And you can breath from time to time if you want, Chris, as long as you don’t move.

CHRIS: Okay…

[A couple of hours later, Dominic and Chris are done and gone. Thomas is finishing his lunch before going back to his script, when someone knocks at the door again. Thomas goes to open the door]

THOMAS: Oh, hi Joan.

JOAN: [walking to the living room with Thomas] Hi, Thomas.

THOMAS: I’m still not done with the script. I think I can have it finished later today, it’s only a couple of pages of the ending what I’m missing.

JOAN: That’s fine… Listen, can you help me with something?

THOMAS: Of course.

JOAN: You see, Talyn and I are going to visit some family from out of town, you know, my uncle and aunt and my two cousins. These two cousins love spooky stories. I wanted to write a spooky short tale to tell them while we’re there… but I’m dried out. I can’t figure out anything. So, I wondered if you could call…

ROMAN: [rising up, with a theatrical voice] Do not fear, Joan! Creativity is here and I will help you with whatever you may need!

THOMAS: Oh, Roman… I didn’t call you yet.

JOAN: Yeah… I… I’m sorry… but I meant to call your son, Chris.

ROMAN: [disappointed] Oh…

JOAN: But don’t worry, I can use your help if you’re so eager to help me.

THOMAS: Are you sure, though? You meant to write a spooky story, and Roman, you know that’s not your strong suit.

ROMAN: [slightly dejected] Oh, a spooky story… Yes, of course. I’m… I’m not good at that. The experts on spooky are my brother Remus and Chris.

JOAN: Remus would be too much. I want a spooky story, not to traumatize my cousins with a retelling of “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre”. I thought on Chris because he’s Angsty Creativity, something in the middle, which is exactly what I was looking for.

ROMAN: [slightly sad voice] Yes… my son is so great… he’s been what everyone’s been looking for lately, it seems…

THOMAS: Are you okay, Roman?

ROMAN: [sudden over the top happy voice] Yes, yes, I’m fine! I’m happy that my son gets to be so successful, and I’m proud of him, of course, like I’m supposed to be as his father! Go ahead and call him!

THOMAS: Okay… Chris? Could you come here again, please?

CHRIS: [rising up] Yes, Thomas? I hope it’s not more modeling, like before… My muscles are still hurting of standing still for one hour.

THOMAS: No, this time what I need is exactly your thing.

JOAN: Yes, I need you to help me write a spooky short tale.

CHRIS: [excited] Oh, a spooky tale! I love spooky! Of course! What do you have in mind?

ROMAN: [with a bittersweet smile] Well, if you don’t need me, I’ll be going, just like before. Bye, guys.

THOMAS: Bye, Roman, thanks for coming. I’m sorry you couldn’t be of more help now.

ROMAN: [sighs while sinking down with an utterly sad expression] So am I…

[an hour or so has passed, and Joan and Chris are done and gone. Thomas is again in front of his laptop, trying to come up with something to write, but he can’t get anything]

THOMAS: I’m totally out of ideas… And I was so inspired this afternoon… Maybe I should go check on Roman. He looked so dejected when he left… Maybe he needs some cheering up. It’s good that, since I learned to dominate my Light Master powers, I can go in and out of the Mind Palace without assistance. Okay, let’s go.

[Thomas leaves the laptop on the couch, stands up and then sinks down. Before he rises up in Roman’s room, he hears Virgil’s voice, so he decides to stay hiding without showing up, listening to everything that’s happening there. Roman is sad and quiet, while Virgil is talking to him]

VIRGIL: A penny for your thoughts, Roman. You’ve been so silent for the last hour. Is there anything bothering you?

ROMAN: I’m fine… I’m fine, don’t worry, Virgil. I’ll be fine.

VIRGIL: “I’m fine” and “I’ll be fine” are exclusionary sentences, and “I’ll be fine” means that you’re not fine right now. What’s wrong?

ROMAN: It’s nothing… just my old stupid ego fighting against me, like usual. It will pass. It has to pass, right?

VIRGIL: I’m sorry, but I’m not following you. What are you talking about?

ROMAN: I mean… I should be fine already. In fact, I should be overwhelmed with joy and pride, like a father should be of his son. So, why am I feeling like this? Am I… horrible for thinking like this?

VIRGIL: I still don’t get you. Why don’t you start from the beginning so that I can understand. What are you talking about and what does Chris have to do with it?

ROMAN: Today, I tried to help Thomas’ friends with some projects of theirs… and they all preferred Chris’ help, who excelled at those tasks. I felt happy for him, but at the same time… I felt so bad… I don’t know why… Well, to be honest, I do. I felt displaced by Chris, like… [his voice starts trembling] like if suddenly I wasn’t needed anymore, like… Chris is so much younger and so much better than me in so many things. He’s a better prince than I’ve ever been… and it scares me to think that Thomas… may not want my help anymore. [tears start coming out of his eyes] Suddenly I’m feeling old, and useless… and… and…

[Roman starts crying. Virgil hugs him]

VIRGIL: It’s okay…

ROMAN: [crying on Virgil’s shoulder] I’m sorry I’m being so pathetic right now… You must feel so ashamed of me when I start crying like this, like a hopeless baby… I’m a father, I’m supposed to be strong to support my family, and yet I feel like the weight is crushing me down… Maybe I’m not good enough to be a father…

VIRGIL: Don’t say that, Roman. Of course you’re good enough. I couldn’t think of a better father for Chris than you. We’re just pretty new at this and need some time to get used to parenthood. Especially after the experience we’ve all just gone through, which was not exactly a good start. But it’s only a matter of time, you’ll see.

ROMAN: And yet, all I’ve ever done since I’ve become a father is a total failure after another.

VIRGIL: That’s not true!

ROMAN: Isn’t it? First I let that fiend take our son. I gave Chris to that monster on a silver platter because of my foolish idea of taking Chris to Sandersia while he was still wandering around over there.

VIRGIL: You didn’t know that would happen! None of us could have seen it coming!

ROMAN: And now, I’m jealous and envious of my own son, and I’m feeling him like a threat. What does that turn me into? I’m Prince Roman. I’m supposed to be a hero, and yet I’m behaving like a villain! Chris is the new hero and I’m just the villain that would wish to own everything the hero owns, that would wish to be in his place… I… I’m a fraud as a prince. Maybe I should abdicate the crown on Chris. He’d make a better use of it right now.

VIRGIL: Roman, I’m sorry to tell you, but you are truly behaving like a villain right now.

ROMAN: Right?

VIRGIL: Right, but not against Chris. You’re being a villain against yourself.

ROMAN: What?

VIRGIL: You are just throwing one harsh judgment against yourself after another. As I can see, you don’t really hold any ill will against our son. It’s all thoughts in your head… like, something about Remus was rubbing off on you. You’re starting to get intrusive thoughts of your own and they’re driving you mad.

ROMAN: I don’t know… maybe… Remus was part of me after all and maybe a part of him still resides inside of me… But still, that is a type of thought that I’m not supposed to have, especially against my own son.

VIRGIL: But you have constantly said that Chris’ achievements make you happy. So you don’t really have anything against him, it’s all against yourself. You’re thinking that you’re less than him, that you don’t deserve as much praise as him, and that is what is making you feel afraid. But that, as Logan would say, is a falsehood. You’re not less than anyone. You’re still prince Roman. The same great prince I fell in love with.

ROMAN: Virgil…

VIRGIL: Not so long ago, it was me who stayed in your position. I was the one who constantly belittled himself, who constantly thought of himself that I was less than all of the other Sides. But then you came around and changed my world for the better. I can tell you by experience that all these harsh judgments are only in your head, just like it happened with me. Think carefully. Do you honestly believe that Thomas could live without you? He couldn’t. He needs us all to be himself. You’re just as an important part of him as all the rest of us. Even when Thomas is a complete dork and quite a moron sometimes, he would agree with me.

[Thomas rises up in the room emitting some offended Thomothy noises]

ROMAN: [startled] Thomas? How long have you been here?

VIRGIL: Quite a long time. He tried to stay hidden, but I noticed him. That’s why I picked on him to make him show up.

THOMAS: You noticed me? I thought if you stayed hidden you couldn’t be noticed.

VIRGIL: Yeah, but you need some more practice in stealth. The portrait of Roman in the back wall got completely crooked when you arrived and I noticed it was you.

ROMAN: Wait, you’re right! How didn’t I notice that?

VIRGIL: You were so drowned in your own thoughts that you lacked the capacity to pay attention to your surroundings, Roman.

ROMAN: Anyway, you should have announced your presence, Thomas. It’s not nice to spy on us like that. And you should have told me, Virgil. I was having a private conversation and I didn’t want anyone to hear me, especially Thomas.

THOMAS: I apologize, Roman, and you’re right that I shouldn’t be spying on your conversations, but I’m thankful that Virgil didn’t tell you, and I think I can guess why he didn’t.

VIRGIL: [smirks] I think you guessed correctly, but go on, Thomas.

THOMAS: Would you have ever told me that you felt like this at all? Be honest.

ROMAN: Well, probably not… but even so, I was in my right not to tell you. Everyone has a right to keep secrets to himself, Thomas. Even you keep secrets, we all do.

THOMAS: You’re right. Everyone has a right to have a personal space and to have secrets of his own. However, if those secrets are wounding you, they’re also wounding me, and I think I have a right to know when something is wounding me, directly or indirectly. Don’t you? I promise not to spy on you again like this. It was wrong of me and I'm sorry, but I beg you that, the next time you have feelings like these that hurt you – and me – so much, come tell me yourself, at least whatever affects me or whatever I can use to help you.

ROMAN: I know… it’s just that… I was afraid of your reaction. I thought that you’d see me like a monster or at least… like a jerk.

THOMAS: Roman, what kind of person do you think I am? I’m not here to judge you. Aren’t we friends?

ROMAN: Of course we are friends.

THOMAS: Then you should know that, as your friend, I’m here to support you. I want to help you in every way that I can, but I can’t if you don’t open your heart to me, Roman.

CHRIS: [suddenly rising up] What are you talking about, Thomas? What do you have to open your heart about, father?

ROMAN: [startled] Oh, Chris… you’re here.

CHRIS: Of course I’m here, father. I live in this room too, remember? Even if I have my own bedroom, I share this living room too. Maybe I should consider moving to dad’s room as it is empty now and both you and I would have more space…

VIRGIL: I don’t like that idea so much… I didn’t have the chance of raising you and you’re already thinking on emancipating… it’s not fair. I go through the struggle and pains of becoming a father and I don’t get all the good stuff of raising a son…

CHRIS: It was just an idea, dad, I’m fine here right now, and it’s not like I have a college to go to or anything… but we’re diverting. What was Thomas talking about? Is something bothering you, father?

ROMAN: [hesitating, afraid to speak] Well, Chris, I…

VIRGIL: It’s nothing serious, Chris, don’t worry.

CHRIS: And now it’s when I really start worrying, because if it wasn’t serious you wouldn’t mind telling me, and yet you’re hiding it from me. [suddenly scared] Is it something about me? Did… did I do something wrong? Are you mad or disappointed at me over something?

ROMAN: [waving both hands quickly] No, no, no, of course not, Chris! You didn’t do anything wrong at all! [sighs] Okay, I’ll tell you, but before I start, know that nothing of what I’m going to say is your fault, and above all else, know that I love you with all my heart and that I want nothing but your happiness, okay?

CHRIS: [confused and concerned] Okay…

ROMAN: The problem is not you. It’s me. Everything you do as a Side was something that I was in charge of doing, mostly. Now you’ve arrived, and you’re so perfect, so much better than me in everything you do that… I suddenly felt useless and, I’m ashamed to admit it… [hesitates before continuing] …jealous of your success. But I repeat that it’s not your fault and you did nothing wrong at all. It’s all in my head and I don’t have any ill will against you. I’m happy and proud that you’re successful, okay? Well… what do you say? Would you… forgive me?

CHRIS: Are you… kidding me? You are jealous of… me? But why? I’m nothing special. I’m nothing compared to you in terms of creativity. Yes, I may be an expert on angsty creativity, but you are Creativity with a capital C. You can tackle almost any genre you set your eyes into, and it’s me who would wish to be as perfect as you are, father. You are my inspiration, my role model and my motivation to keep on improving and getting better, because one of my biggest wishes is that whatever I make can make you proud of me, father. I have nothing to forgive you for. I’m the one who should ask you to forgive me for making you feel like this, it was never my intention at all to hurt you.

ROMAN: Oh, son, I’m telling you you did nothing wrong. However, you’re so mistaken in so many things. I’m not as perfect as you think you are. I’m incredibly flawed. Despite how much I try to hide it with my poses, I’ve always been very insecure and afraid of failure. And I make a lot of mistakes that would make you feel embarrassed of me. [holding gently Chris’ cheek, who in turn holds his father’s hand] And don’t say again that you’re not special. You’re wonderful in so many ways. You have an incredible spark within you and it makes me sad that you can’t see it inside of yourself. You don’t need to proof yourself before me, because I’m already proud of you, Chris.

VIRGIL: We can agree in a couple of things then. You both are harsh with yourselves, and you both are proud of each other at the same time, which is proof of how how much judgmental you are on yourselves. I suppose that’s the curse of creators, never able to see the beauty and value of their own work, no matter how much praise they receive from others. It’s true that both of you are flawed. Who isn’t flawed, anyway? But at the same time, you both are special in your own ways and you must learn to give yourselves an honest pat on the back for your accomplishments. If you want a “biased unbiased opinion”, I’m proud of both of you, and anyone who could see your work and had just a little bit of good taste should be proud of both of you equally.

[Roman and Chris look at Virgil with a moved smile]

CHRIS: Thank you, dad.

ROMAN: Thank you, Virge. I love you.

VIRGIL: And I love both of you.

THOMAS: This was such a beautiful family bonding moment… I almost feel awkward and out of place for being here disturbing your privacy. I should be leaving.

VIRGIL: What are you talking about, Thomas? You are our family too.

ROMAN: That’s right, so come here right now for a family collective hug, okay?

THOMAS: [smiles] Gladly.

[all of them join in a group hug while the camera slowly moves away]

ROMAN: [still hugging Thomas] Thomas?

THOMAS: Yes, Princey?

ROMAN: [with the same “heartwarming” voice] If you ever tell the others about my insecurities and flaws, I will feed you to the Dragon Witch, okay?

THOMAS: [a little concerned] Uh… okay…

[ending card]

[Deceit is in his room. Honesty rises up]

HONESTY: Hi, Dee.

DECEIT: Hi, Hon, how are you doing?

HONESTY: I’m fine… What about you?

DECEIT: Me? I’m… fine, totally fine…

[Honesty stares at Deceit with a condescending glance letting him know that he’s aware Deceit’s lying]

DECEIT: Okay… You already know, I’m not fine, so what do you want me to say?

HONESTY: I’m not here to interrogate you, Dee. You and I know each other already and you know that I know everything that happened through our shared memory. I’m coming here because, even if I know it all already, it’s always good to vent it out verbally, and I’m here to hear you, if you want me to.

DECEIT: Thanks, Hon… You already know that my mind is quite a mess right now… After what happened the other day… I’m more confused than ever.

HONESTY: You’re talking about Remus’ kiss, right? I have full access to your memories, but I don’t have full access to your feelings, so I need to know. What are your current feelings for Remus, if I may ask?

DECEIT: I don’t even know it myself, Hon. The other day I was blunt with him. I told him that I didn’t love him the way that I still love Virgil. But…

HONESTY: Have you changed your mind?

DECEIT: No! Well… I don’t know… Ugh! Why does love have to be so complicated!?

HONESTY: What do you feel when you think about Remus?

DECEIT: Well, he’s chaotic, bad mannered, wild and even brutal to some extent… but there’s also this… gallantry in him. Like… he’s a duke after all and he was once part of a prince, so it’s natural that there are traces of that gallantry in him. Deep inside… Deep deep inside, he’s as charming as his brother Roman and there’s something about him that… really, really attracts me. But I don’t know if I can consider that proper love. Passion and love are not always synonymous. And I'm not even sure if I'm feeling passion towards him. I can't figure out my feelings at all.

HONESTY: May I assume that there’s something in him that attracts you and also something in him that repels you?

DECEIT: I don’t know… maybe. When he lets himself get carried away by that other side, he can be really dangerous. Remember our adventure in his castle, we could barely get out of there alive. I’m not saying he would go to those extremes again, but…

HONESTY: So, in short, you love him, but you’re scared to love him. Am I right?

DECEIT: Well…

HONESTY: Be honest with me, you know you can be.

DECEIT: I guess you’re right. I do love him, but I’m scared to love him. And I don’t want to love him, but…

HONESTY: …but you do, because that’s how love works. It just shows up with or without an invitation, and stays and leaves whenever it pleases him… Wow, love looks just like a cat if you think about it…

DECEIT: [bittersweet giggle] Sort of… But you already know who was the “cat” I’ve always associated with love, Hon.

HONESTY: Virgil… Are you sure you still love him, though? I mean, there are certainly long-term relationships of three or more consenting people, but… I may be wrong, but your memories show me that that’s not your cup of tea, that you’ve always been a one-man-only kind of guy. That’s why I’m asking you. Do you still love Virgil?

DECEIT: I… I think I do. Gosh, I’m so confused. I’m not even sure of myself.

HONESTY: Well… there’s one Side who could be of more help than me in this matter of feelings. Maybe you should talk to Patton.

DECEIT: What? No! He’s Virgil’s father! And he’s also Thomas’ morality! He would judge me, probably harshly! Remember that in the beginning he despised me! And it took me so long to gain his friendship, that I don’t want to let it all go to waste!

HONESTY: That’s all water under the bridge, Dee. Patton is our friend, and he loves us, including you, Deceit. I’m sure he would try to help you if you give him a chance. And he understands feelings better than anyone else. He even noticed Logan’s feelings for him before Logan himself could figure them out. I’m sure he could help you figure out your own feelings too.

DECEIT: I don’t know…

HONESTY: I won’t push you to do anything that you don’t wanna do, but will you promise me at least that you’ll consider asking him for help. I’m worried about you, Dee, I just want you to be happy.

DECEIT: I know, brother, and I thank you very much. [sighs] I promise I’ll meditate about it. But nothing more yet until I make up my mind.

HONESTY: Okay, as you wish, Dee… Now, what’s for dinner?

DECEIT: Dinner?

HONESTY: Of course, you wouldn’t expect me to come here as your sentimental advisor and not get rewarded with some dinner, right?

DECEIT: [smirks] Why you… Do you want to help me make dinner, then? It will be a nice way of relaxing after this convo.

HONESTY: Of course. Anything for my favorite brother.

DECEIT: I’m your only brother…

HONESTY: I know, I’m Honesty, I didn’t say any lies, did I?

[Deceit giggles and heads to the kitchen with Honesty]

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