#Gray Michael Vincent

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Gray and Yamato VS Gray's persistent fangirls

Captions under the cut cuz my handwriting is suckish

Gray and Yamato were just hanging around at the exterior of the (mobile) Cat Café after breakfast when this happened.

...Like a lot of other times.

Fan 1: Marry me, Gray!

Fan 2: I would LOVE to go out with you!

Gray: Look, I'm flattered, but...

Like other times, Yamato thought it's for the better for Gray to have fun with any of his admirers. But Gray, this time...

Yamato: I should leave. See you later... (Even if it hurts...)

Gray: Excuse me?!

...is putting his foot down.

Gray: HOLD IT!! I am NOT letting you go off on me this time! NOT ANYMORE!

Yamato: What are you saying...?

Because...

Gray: I want YOU, Yamato.

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My imagination came to this

[b-daman]

An update on the new doujin!

Enjyu's surname is now confirmed. In the original tweet, Inuki said that a fan had suggested "Kounoki Enjyu" for his full name and he liked it but he wasn't sure if he could use it. The update states that he got in contact with the fan and has received permission to use it, so Enjyu's official surname is Kounoki.

Please note all of Inuki's doujin are all set in the manga-verse of Battle B-daman so it is possible for this doujin to reveal a backstory for Enjyu that may contradict the anime.

Bonus preview:

(Note it's a fairly common occurrence for Inuki to use fan suggestions, a number of characters and details that were added to B-daman canon via his website were actually submissions of OCs from fans.)

[thesightstoshowyou]

The box. You opened it. We came

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Hello everyone! There are a lot of new faces here so I think it’s time for a reintroduction:

I’m Sights! I’m 35. years old and I use any pronouns. I literally don’t care enough to choose! I’m a married, stay-at-home parent of two. Before that, I was a Registered Nurse for 6 or so years. I’m chronically ill, and I only mention this because the monitoring, treatment, fatigue and other associated symptoms make up a huge part of my day to day life.

I’ve been writing since I was a child. It’s definitely my “purpose,” if there is such a thing. I love all things spooky, monstrous, and disgusting. I write for most of the slashers, as well as inhuman creatures, aliens, the supernatural, etc. If you’re curious about something, don’t hesitate to send me an ask!

Commissions are always open. Requests are rarely open. However, I will reblog a few writing prompt lists or games here and there so keep your eyes peeled!

Finally, I expect you to be 18 or older if you are interacting with this blog. If you are a minor, I need you to leave and come back when you’re 18. Respect my boundaries.

Thank you for following! Stay awhile, check out the links below, and remember:

No tears, please. It’s a waste of good suffering.

Slasher Masterlist

Asa Emory’s is my “special boy”

Boyfriend to Death/The Price of Flesh

Dead by Daylight

Fallout

Sights Originals

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Jean-Michel Basquiat, Vincent Gallo, Michael Holman, Wayne Clifford and Nick Taylor as the band Gray in 1980.

Photos by Marina Djabbarzade

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New Releases: September 3, 2024

Cool Cat by Jazz Taylor This is the third book in the Wish series Nova doesn’t lie — she tells hopes for the future. That’s why she tells her mom she got an A on her math quiz, even though she got a B. It’s also why she doesn’t tell her mom about her secret Instagram that she’s almost old enough to have. When a viral video of her cat pushes her into the popular crowd, and next to her crush, Lily,…

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Bad movie I have The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the Eighth Dimension 1984

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Why did they want to keep you with them? (slashers x reader)

TW! Mention of rape and abuse

Michael Myers

• Michael came to your house to kill you.

• He was prevented by one scene: you were crying and screaming, trying to escape from the grip of your "boyfriend", who forcibly undressed you. Disgusting attempted rape.

• Michael lay low, watching you for a while, watching your pleas and futile attempts to escape. Your gaze reflected the pain of betrayal. This was different from what Myers saw in the eyes of his victims during the murders.

• You reminded him of his mother. Michael grew up around women, and he saw how his mother often cried at night after a particularly hard shift at "work". And although he didn't feel anything towards you at that moment, he understood that it was wrong.

• In place of you and this guy, Michael saw Deborah and Ronnie. And he couldn't stand this sofa imbecile. Such a vile, cruel and disgusting person is not worthy of life, right?

• When he was done with the guy, Myers came up to you and squatted down. You, clearly still on the verge of hysteria and loss of consciousness, clung to his shoulders, burying your face in a blue jumpsuit. Michael didn't know how to react, he didn't feel anything, but something inside was telling him to comfort.

• The voices behaved strangely. At any other time they would have said kill, but not now. And only the mother's voice stood out among this gray series of sounds: "Calm her, Michael."

Bubba Sawyer

• That day you were traveling with Sally, her brother and friends. You've been pretty distant. You were always stressed out by such noisy companies, but Pam begged you, as one of her best friends, to go with them.

• When a strange hitchhiker jumps into your van, you are attracted to his behavior. Why is he so jumpy? Sick in the head? Perhaps. Your fears are confirmed when he snatches a knife from Franklin and cuts open his hand. You look at his distraught face and run up to him, thinking how to stop the blood faster. After walking in for a while, you grab your backpack and take out bandages and some ointments that you bought earlier at the nearest pharmacy. As carefully as possible, you rub his palm and wrap a clean bandage on top. Nubbins, as you will find out later, looks at you with shock and incomprehension.

• When you become one of the Sawyers' victims, it becomes a choice who they want to put at the table as a guest during a dinner party. The choice falls on you and Sally.

• Nubbins immediately recognizes you and begins to actively tell his brothers something. Did you help Nubbins? Bubba is impressed. You didn't offend his brother, but on the contrary, you showed sympathy!

• Bubba is heading towards you (you and Sally are sitting on the infamous bone sofa). He touches your cheek with his thick finger, and you smile nervously. You're ready to cry from fear right now; your lips are trembling, but no tears are flowing. Bubba repeats his action, this time stroking your chin. He smacks his lips strangely from time to time; you can see his crooked teeth.

• To be honest, Nubbins and Drayton never understood why their brother left you, but he continued to be adamant, carefully taking you to his room. He untied your limbs only in the late afternoon, when he was sure he could keep an eye on you.

Vincent Sinclair

• You came to Ambrose and decided to go to the store for a snack. Bo immediately called out to you and offered to go to his house. The boy is cute, smiling — why not?

• When you entered the Sinclair house, you immediately realized that the guy, or guys, it seems he had brothers, had not had proper care and care for a long time: all the rooms were dusty, and the kitchen was littered with dirty dishes and empty boxes of instant food.

• Without thinking twice, you decided to first clear the space a little, and then concoct something in a hurry. In the end, Bo gave it the go-ahead.

• While you are washing the dishes, a strong blow is heard upstairs, and then Bo's angry screams. You hurriedly wipe your hands and almost run to the second floor. Slowly approaching the right room, you hear Bo's furious voice. "Fuck, couldn't you've been more careful, huh? Now she's definitely gonna run away, damn it. And all because of you, bastard!". Then there was a thud.

• You run into the room and see Bo towering over a long-haired guy. He fell on his ass and pressed his hands to his face. You rush to him and help him up. "Are you okay? What was that? Does anything hurt?" you shower the man with questions and only now notice that his face is wearing a mask.

• "Get away from him. And you, freak, move it. You don't want to get another slap in the face, do you?". You frown and stand in front of the guy, blocking him from Bo. You let the long-haired one lean on your shoulder. "Don't yell at him. Can't you see that he's sick?".

• The only thing Vincent can think about at this moment is how you protect him, not afraid to raise your voice to Bo, and what kind of affectionate and warm hands you have. You gently hold him by his broad back, and even through the mask he feels a pleasant scent of perfume. Maybe I shouldn't kill you?

Bo Sinclair

• You arrived in Ambrose with your friends. Although, they could hardly be called that. They were extremely toxic and called you names all the time.

• Your car needed an inspection: while driving, something was knocking violently under the hood, so when one of the guys talked to Lester, you drove into town.

• This place seemed nice enough to you, even though it looked a little creepy and abandoned.

• When Bo was talking to a guy from your company who was driving a car, he saw a young man yelling at you and sometimes swinging. Bo frowned, but did not show his mood change to others. "Why doesn't the girl go to our local "House of Wax"? This place will really make you want to stay" Bo joked, pointing towards a hill near the city. You went in the indicated direction with a clear desire to distract yourself from these vile people, leaving your pseudo-friends in the care of Bo.

• A little later you will discover that all your companions have mysteriously "left", leaving you in this city all alone to fend for yourself.

• Bo will calm you down and try in every possible way to show that you can trust him (what's there, you cried into his vest, and he gently stroked you on the back). The man was grinning.

• In fact, he just saw himself in you at that moment. He remembered how his parents treated him brutally, chained him to a chair with stones and constantly set an example for his younger brother. Something about you, so shrinking and scared, seemed to him exciting and interesting. Perhaps he found in your eyes the same feelings that he experienced in his life, there was something familiar about you, even native, that made him want to protect you and fence you off from these terrible people.

Well i love them too much hah. I wrote this with my ex-girlfriend a long time ago, so I was not sure if it was worth posting. But what's done is done. These boys are too cute for me not to write this one. So have a good day :)

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Prelim Poll 4

Propaganda here

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Happy Valentine's Day! I whipped up a quick GraYama for the special occasion ❤️

These two dorks are older and on their valentine's date, had to include that good ole bridal carry

I have not drawn Grayama in the entirety of 2022 what the FUCK

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Yamato accidentally set the B-Coliseum on fire and look where they ended up

That meme is SO GraYama!

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After I posted about how I love the TMA fanart I had a couple people ask about how I think the characters look. I can’t draw so here are some photos and descriptions. Note* I listened to the whole series before I even looked at the fandom. They’re stuck as who they are in my brain and I can’t change them anymore, they’re dug in there.

The Archivist Jon Sims - Ben Barnes

Shadow and Bone Ben Barnes where he’s in his late 30s and showing his grays a little, NOT twink Prince Caspian Ben Barnes.

Martin Blackwood - Luke Newberry

I know canonically Martin is on the bigger side but that sweet face, the big beautiful puppy eyes and the ginger hair! The 2nd photo is 100% the way I see him in S4. In S1-3 he wears a lot of color but by S4 he’s all gray suits and no smiles in his eyes.

Sasha James - Eva Noblezada

She has long hair and glasses and Not!Sasha has shorter Hadestown hair and no glasses and wears pretty much just black and white.

Tim Stoker - Tom Hopper

From his Merlin days when he was a little more baby than he is in Umbrella Academy. I love the Hawaiian shirt thing that’s going on with the art. I always just think of him in well fitted t-shirts.

Melanie King - Amanda Fuller

Except she has big fire orange hair and wears t-shirts and leather jackets.

Georgie Barker - H.E.R.

I’m obsessed with the idea that Georgie and Melanie both have enormous hair.

Daisy Tonner - Indira Varma

I don’t necessarily know why but she’s all I’ve ever seen Daisy as. Maybe because she has an incredible “don’t fuck with me” look.

Basira Hussein - I don’t have a specific actress in mind for her but she has a gorgeous round face dark pools for eyes and full lips. Idk if Basira wears a hijab all the time, I don’t think I have the right to headcanon one way or another, but if she isn’t wearing it she has curly black hair.

Elias Bouchard - Hear me out, I imagined him before I knew he was evil and hot. By the time I realized, it was too late for my brain to reliably change him. He’s a remolded memory of Uncle Jack in It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia only a little younger and with a Vincent Price pencil mustache and a very nice suit. I won’t add a picture of the actor because it’s not exactly him.

Michael - Bill Skarsgard

It’s probably a gimme since he plays so many weird little guys but he’s beautiful and creepy at the same time and I like to imagine him with the long ringlets.

Helen - Nina Sosanya

I mean, it feels obvious to me. Her smile is even mischievous.

Peter Lukas - Cary Elwes

There is a 10 image limit and I am not dropping my 2nd Martin picture for Peter Lukas. But Cary Elwes as of 2019ish idk if he looks more or less the same now. But I have a complicated relationship with The Lonely and it is important to me that Peter looks older, evil and also kind of fuckable.

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I was tagged by @norashelley, as well as @chantalstacys and @marciabrady (on my main) to post my to share my nine favorite first watches of 2023 (I know January's almost over alksdjfa). Thank you to all three of you for tagging me! I look forward to doing this every year :). I didn't watch that many new films in 2023 and most of the ones I watched were pretty darn bad lol. These were definitely the nine I enjoyed best, in chronological order.

💖 One Way Passage (1932), dir. Tay Garnett | A super well-directed film that's very somber in a good way. Bill Powell is also probably the most charming actor I've ever seen. 💖 Top Hat (1935), dir. Mark Sandrich | I just casually watched this on an airplane because I don't usually care much for 30s musicals or the kinds of characters I see Fred Astaire usually play, but I really loved him in this. I also don't usually like misunderstandings (a huge part of the plot is one big misunderstanding), but the film handled in it in such a comedic and engaging way. 💖 Daughters Courageous (1939), dir. Michael Curtiz | Literally the perfect romance movie made for me minus the absolutely heartbreaking ending :(. 💖 Mr. Skeffington (1944), dir. Vincent Sherman | I really love watching Old Hollywood romantic melodramas haha. Bette Davis and Claude Rains never fail to entertain, and this movie was also way sadder than I expected it to be (in a good way). 💖 Mrs. Parkington (1944), dir. Tay Garnett | A historical romance story made for me :'). Greer Garson is also perfect in everything, and I was so shocked to see Walter Pidgeon play such a domineering yet likable character. He did it so well. 💖 The Picture of Dorian Gray (1945), dir. Albert Lewin | I enjoyed watching this movie more than reading the book 😅. Very well-directed. The cinematography is a work of art, and I love how so many things are conveyed visually instead of through words. 💖 Marty (1955), dir. Delbert Mann | I'd say that this is the only movie on this list that knocked me off my feet because it's so darn good. So beautifully understated and lowkey in its tone and subject and so tight in terms of acting and pacing. 💖 The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993), dir. Henry Selick | Yes, I've gone this many years of my life without ever having seen this movie in full, and it was very good! I'm very impressed with how pleasant, likable, and simple it is. I love that it doesn't try to be anything more than what it is. It's so lovely and earnest. 💖 The Most Reluctant Convert (2021), dir. Norman Stone | I don't usually like movies with long monologues or dialogue, but Max McLean is a very engaging actor, and I like the extensive use of long shots. I also really enjoyed the scenery and sets; they're very pretty.

Tagging @sonnet77, @valsemelancolique, @glamourofyesteryear, @audreytotter, and anyone who wants to do it!

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A TALAY WEB WEAVE/CHARACTER ANALYSIS — vice versa (2022) ⪢ requested by @talays-portkey

abigail dewitt, when writing fiction hurts the people you love || t.s. eliot, the confidential clerk || vincent van gogh, letter from vincent van gogh to anthon van rappard June 1882 || margaret atwood, the woman who could not live with her faulty heart || franz kafka, letters to milena || curlzformetal, my collection the language of strangers || marya hornbacher, wasted || e.m. forster, maurice || anaïs nin, the diary of anaïs nin, vol. 1 || michael gray, i think love is something that happens to other people || zen cho, the four generations of chang e || kazuo ishiguro, when we were orphans || terry pratchett, a hat full of sky || tennessee williams, the night of the iguana || warsan shire, when i love

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Cami brushing and braiding Lilith’s hair <3

this is not what you requested exactly but it's also exactly what you need <3

“Your hair is getting rather long.” Suzanne says one day over dinner. She throws it out casually, as she passes the basket of bread over to Jillian.

Lilith stalls, hand poised over her fork. Suzanne isn’t wrong, her hair is too long, verging on unwieldy. It keeps getting in her eyes when she’s out for her morning runs. “I can cut it.” She offers softly, unsure of the proper protocol.

This part is harder, almost, than the act of leaving. Harder than stabbing herself in the stomach, somewhere that would bleed a lot but wouldn’t kill her too quickly. This waiting for the other shoe to drop is torturous.

Jillian raises an eyebrow at the silence that follows. “Do you want to cut it?”

Lilith shakes her head no before she can school herself. She’s had her hair cropped short for years, just above her jawline. He had cut it himself the first few times before passing the job off to Vincent when he got bored.

Jillian shrugs. “You don’t have to cut it then.” Her attention turns to Michael. "You, though, need a haircut desperately."

He smiles, all of seven years old with two missing teeth and eager to show them off to anyone who would see. "No I don't! My hair looks fine."

"I'm shocked you can maintain eye contact with that curtain you call bangs." Jillian fires back.

In the ensuing chaos, Lilith thought that her soft “okay" would go unnoticed.

“I could braid it for you, keep it out of your eyes.” Suzanne offers softly. “Or I just opened a new packet of hair bands, I’ll put a few in your bathroom.”

After dinner, once she and Michael have dealt with the dishes, she finds Suzanne in her office. It’s less an office and more of a desk set up in the corner of the library, but in her head every person in the house needs their space. Space is tightly regimented. Jillian has her lab, Michael has most of the third floor, Lilith has her room. Everything in its place, exactly as it should be.

Lilith knocks gently on a bookshelf a few feet away to get Suzanne’s attention.

“Oh, Lilith,” Suzanne puts down her book, some first edition that Jillian no doubt bought for her, and looks up, “what can I do for you?”

Lilith taps her thumb against each of her fingertips in order, counting in her head. “I, um.” She stops for a second, straightening up. “I was wondering if you would be so kind as to braid my hair, I tried earlier but I… it’s been a while.”

“Of course, child,” Suzanne nods, putting her book to the side and gesturing towards a nearby foot stool, “have a seat.”

Lilith sits and tries to relax. “What were you reading?” She asks, willing her shoulders to relax as Suzanne carefully drags her fingers through her hair.

Suzanne just grabs the book off the desk and hands it to her. “If you’d like to read, I’d like to hear it.”

Lilith turns the copy of Lord Arthur Savile’s Crime and Other Stories around in her hands. “I thought Oscar Wilde only did plays and Dorian Gray.”

“He was a talented comedic writer as well,” Suzanne murmurs, more focused on her work than her words, “start with The Canterville Ghost, I think you’d like it.”

Lilith pages through the book until she finds the receipt Suzanne was using for a book mark. She begins softly. “When Mr. Hiram B. Otis, the American Minister, bought Canterville Chase, everyone told him he was doing a very foolish thing, as there was no doubt at all that the place was haunted…”

—

Camila’s buried under a pile of blankets when Lilith enters the bedroom, hair still wet from her hasty cold shower.

“Hey baby”

“Hey, mind if I turn on a light?” Lilith’s been up for nearly 56 hours, her hands have mostly stopped shaking but she wants to make sure they’re clean before she collapses into bed.

Camila flips on the bedside lamp, eyes still mostly on the laptop screen. It takes a moment for Lilith to place the language, English with a grating accent. An American reality tv show then, probably Vanderpump Rules if she had to guess.

Lilith looks down, checking her hands one last time before she declares them clean enough. She collapses all but face first into the bed, causing Camila to bounce slightly.

“You’re going to hate your hair in the morning if you don’t put it up.” Camila mutters, attention still mostly on the laptop screen, but a hand emerging out of the pile of blankets to rub Lilith’s back.

A mostly unintelligible grumble comes from the pillow, something Camila vaguely translates to mean “Too tired, deal with it tomorrow.”

Emerging from her cocoon of blankets, Camila searches around the side table for a hair tie.

Lilith is already asleep, mouth agape and snoring softly. Camila just stares fondly for a moment, brushing a flake of red from behind her ear that she must’ve missed in the shower. Lilith would really be annoyed in the morning if she didn’t deal with her hair now.

She draws an affectionate hand across the broad pane of Lilith’s shoulders. The other woman doesn’t stir. Lilith’s affinity for sleeping face down makes the whole task rather easy to Camila.

A simple braid, like the one Mother Superion wears, just enough to keep Lilith’s hair back, just enough to not wake her from her slumber.

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behind the glass chapter 12 alternate opening

hey y'all!!! so i completely rewrote the beginning of chapter 12 before posting it but i kept the old opening in a different doc so i could post it on here. enjoy!

“I used to think about this all the time…” Vincent stood in the living room, turning around, taking in every little detail. “Our own house.”

“You mean apartment?” Scott chuckled, standing beside Vincent. “It’s not really anything special. It’s kinda shitty.”

“I don’t care about that.” Vincent’s have trailed across Scott’s shoulders, wrapping his arm around Scott and holding him close. “It’s special because we live here together.”

“You’re sweet,” Scott replied with a smile, melting into Vincent’s touch. “I’m glad you like it; I don’t think I’m ready to let it go yet.”

A black cat scampered out from between two boxes, hesitantly batting at a flap of cardboard hanging off of a box.

“I could live here forever, Scott, until the end of our days- until we’re old and gray.”

“Is that from one of your songs?” Scott looked up at Vincent, playfully poking his nose.

“No, but I might use it as inspiration.” Vincent’s eyes had flickered over to an empty spot on the floor beside the couch. “Would you mind if I got a piano?”

“Not at all. Would you mind if I got a liquor shelf?”

“I thought you didn’t drink after…” Vincent trailed off, looking down into Scott’s eyes. “You know, after high school, you told me that you didn’t want to drink anymore.”

“Things change.” Scott glanced down at the college sweatshirt that Vincent was wearing. He gently ran his fingers over the embroidered letters. “We’ve changed. Sometimes, I need a nice distraction, and drinking does that for me.”

“As long as you’re responsible about it-” Vincent gently tilted Scott’s chin upward. “Drink as much as you like. I don’t want you to become dependent, though; I lived with alcoholics my whole childhood and it’s not pretty.”

“After that one party…” Scott’s head was empty. He didn’t have memories of being drunk, only memories of paying for it the morning after. He wasn’t sure which night was the worst. “I don’t want to drink so much that I lose control, but I also don’t want to be sober forever.”

“It’s not that bad,” Vincent replied with a shrug. “I hardly drank while I was across the pond, and I still enjoyed my time there.”

“I never left Colorado. I don’t know if I ever will.” Scott took a step back. “I’m glad you had a good time, Vince.”

“You still haven’t told me what you’ve been up to.” Vincent lowered his voice.

“I went to school and didn’t like it, so I dropped out and stayed with Michael for a while.” Scott avoided looking into Vincent’s eyes as he stepped to the side, idly peeking into a few boxes that were stacked against the wall.

“Then?” Vincent insisted after a moment of silence.

“Then, I got a job at Freddy Fazbear’s and moved here,” Scott hesitated, feeling the sting of regret in his chest as he watched Vincent nod in reply. “It was boring without you around.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah.” Looking up, Scott met Vincent’s eyes. “That’s it.”

“Scott, please…” Vincent reached forward, delicately taking Scott’s hand. “Promise that, someday, you’ll tell me what you’ve really been doing these past few years.”

Scott took a step toward Vincent.

“I’ve already told you-”

“I know.” Vincent was softly smiling as he let go of one of Scott’s hands to lay a hand on the side of his face. “Whenever you’re ready, I want you to tell me everything. I don’t care how long I have to wait.” Vincent paused for a moment, taking a breath. “I know you’ve been thinking about something. I see it every time you look at me.”

“I’m not ready.”

“That’s okay.”

Vincent pressed his lips against Scott’s for only a moment before pulling away and wandering into the kitchen. Hearing plates clatter together from across the room, Scott sat down on the couch and simply observed his surroundings. The stacks of boxes towered over him now. He couldn’t imagine fitting all of Vincent’s stuff into his tiny apartment.

Did he want Vincent to move out?

No, of course not. Scott couldn’t stand to live alone anymore. If Vincent hadn’t been planning to return to Colorado, Scott would have already moved out of his apartment and started knocking on Michael’s door, begging for a place to stay. Living with Vincent was the best option that Scott had, and he knew it.

He stood up and paced across the room, pushing the swinging doors open and leaning against the tile wall.

“Vincent?”

Vincent set down the dish in his hand before he could lift it into the cupboard, turning around to face Scott.

“Yeah?”

“If I told you the truth, what would you say?”

The doorbell rang. Jeremy could hear it from outside of the apartment as he stood beside Scott on the porch.

“I’m not ready,” Scott muttered. 

“You need to go home, Scott. You’ve been missing for weeks.” 

“William was right; I don’t think I can look Vincent in the eye, not after what I did.”

Jeremy’s eyes flickered over to Scott.

“Are you gonna tell him?” he asked, turning his head.

“I don’t know.” Scott shifted his weight between his feet, the wooden planks creaking. “I mean, I’ll tell him where I was, but everything else…”

“Yeah.”

There was a moment of silence. Jeremy rang the doorbell again.

“Could you stick around for a few minutes after we go inside?” Scott glanced toward the window, which was completely covered with a thick curtain. The fabric stirred as if someone passed by it.

“Sure, I can.”

“Thank you.”

The door clicked as it opened, Vincent stepping in front of the door before freezing in shock.

“Scott…” Vincent uttered, as if he had nearly forgotten how to say it. “You- You’re alive…”

Vincent stepped forward, beaming as he wrapped his arms around Scott.

“You’re ali-” 

He was cut off by a soft yelp, pulling away to find Scott’s hand cupped around his bandaged shoulder.

“He just got out of the hospital,” Jeremy explained somberly. “I found him with a stab wound in his shoulder.”

Vincent knelt to the ground, grasping Scott’s hand and staring up into his pained eyes.

“Where was he?” Vincent’s eyes didn’t leave Scott’s. “Who stabbed him?”

Jeremy gently nudged Scott’s shoulder.

���Scott?” He muttered. “Do you want me to tell Vincent what I saw?”

“No-” Scott shook his head, staring down at Vincent and his disheveled hair and the old t-shirt and sweatpants that Scott had rarely seen him wear. Grasping onto Vincent’s hands, Scott could practically feel the grief radiating off of him. 

“It was William Afton, wasn’t it?” Vincent shot a concerned glance at Jeremy. “He tried to kill you.”

“He tried to kill me…” Scott mumbled emptily, unsure if he believed his own words.

“Did he do anything else?”

Shaking his head again, Scott broke eye contact with Vincent.

“When he first got admitted,” Jeremy added. “They said that he was dehydrated and that he had a mild chemical burn in his throat.”

“Chemical burn?” Vincent’s gaze flickered from Jeremy to Scott. “Did he try to poison you?”

“I- I don’t know-” Scott choked out, his heart beginning to beat erratically in his chest. “I don’t remember anything else-”

“Hey,” Vincent squeezed Scott’s hands tightly, lowering his voice and attempting to quell his own anxiety as well as Scott’s. “Hey, I’m sorry. I won’t ask you any more questions.” He looked up at Jeremy with a sympathetic gaze. “Maybe we should wait a day or two before we talk about this.”

“That sounds like a good plan.” Jeremy took a step back. “Will you guys be okay if I go home until then?”

Scott nodded, attempting to take slow, steady breaths even though his heart refused to stop racing.

“Thank you, Jeremy,” Vincent replied, pulling himself to his feet. “Thank you for bringing Scott home. If there’s anything you need, don’t be afraid to ask.”

“It’s not a problem, really; I’m just glad that I was able to bring him home.” Jeremy patted Scott on the back before turning around, glancing at the couple once more. “See you guys later.”

With a wave of his hand, Jeremy was walking down the stairs of the apartment complex, his footsteps gradually fading away.

“You have no idea how happy I am to see you,” Vincent murmured, still holding tightly onto Scott’s hand to ensure that he truly was there. “This place felt so empty without you, Scott.”

Vincent led Scott through the open apartment door, closing it behind them as they stepped further inside. The apartment was dark, the only light source streaming in from between the curtains on the windows. When he flipped the light switch, Scott almost expected the apartment to be a cluttered mess.

It wasn’t. The apartment was clean except for a few throw pillows and a blanket that had fallen on the floor. It was just as Scott had seen it before he left for William’s house.

“Home, sweet home, right?” Vincent joked, reaching out to playfully punch Scott’s shoulder but quickly pulling his hand away. “If I had known you were coming home, I would have cleaned up a bit.”

“It’s alright.” Scott turned toward the bedroom door, noticing how the room was still a mess and the bed hadn’t been made. “It’s the same.”

“Yeah,” Vincent replied hesitantly. “It’s been kind of uneventful these past few weeks. I haven’t done much besides…” He trailed off, watching as Scott walked past him and stared up at the decorations on the wall. “...looking for you…”

Taking a seat on the couch, Vincent’s eyes were locked on Scott, watching as he looked around the house as if it was completely foreign to him. Eventually, Scott noticed Vincent’s staring and looked back at him.

“Oh, sorry,” Scott mumbled as he sat down beside Vincent with a sigh.

“What are you apologizing for?”

“I don’t know.” Scott’s voice began to quiver. “I’m sorry for disappearing, and for leaving you alone, and for…” He took a shallow breath. “...for everything.”

“You don’t need to apologize.” Vincent reached out, hesitantly brushing his hand against Scott’s back. “You’re safe here; everything is okay.”

“This is all my fault.” Scott glanced down at Vincent’s clothes before turning to apprehensively scan the entire apartment. Vincent had been devastated, and nothing had changed in the weeks that Scott was absent. “I did this to you.”

“It’s not your fault-” Vincent attempted to console Scott, realizing that his words were falling on deaf ears. “Scott, I need you to listen to me.”

“I’m sorry…” Scott whimpered, curling up against the armrest of the couch and burying his face in his arms. “I’m so sorry.” He gasped for air as he sobbed, recoiling every time Vincent tried to comfort him.

“Come to bed, Scott,” Vincent asked later that night, kneeling beside the couch. “Please come to bed with me.”

“I don’t know if I…” Scott trailed off, his left hand idly touching his right shoulder. “If I should…”

“I promise, I won’t hurt you. I just need to know that you’re still here with me.”

That was it. Scott knew that Vincent didn’t trust him. It was understandable, too; Scott wouldn’t trust Vincent if he decided one day to pack up and disappear in the middle of the woods one day. Why did he expect to be forgiven so easily-

“Scott?” Vincent gently tapped his knee, trying to get his attention. “Do you want the bed to yourself?”

“No- I-” He stammered, nearly forgetting what Vincent had just said. “I can sleep with you. That’s okay.”

“Want to change those bandages before we go to bed?” Vincent rested his hand on Scott’s arm. “I can help if you need me to.”

“Would you?” Scott reluctantly asked, remembering with a shiver the first time he saw the wound clearly. He never made an attempt to see it again.