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Play It Cool - Tyson Jost (18/n)

Author’s Notes: Cannot lie - much happier to be writing about things that aren’t tearing my heart out like reliving the trade. New chapter in Tyson’s career, and a new chapter in my story. And can I just say how much of a badass mom Laura is for heading to Denver to pick up some of Tyson’s things from his apartment so he wasn’t stuck in St. Paul with hardly any clothes? This really happened! (Actually a lot of things in this chapter are real events that happened - that’s why it was fun getting to recap the first few weeks in St. Paul and on the road!)

This chapter is very dialog heavy.

Also I don’t normally do this, but if you need a dose of serotonin to amp up Tyson Tuesday even more - I did include a photo in this installment. I couldn’t not. Pairing: Tyson Jost x OFC (AJ) Word Count: 5449 (it’s another long one) TW: Hmm. Language? There is drinking. This is probably one of the more tame chapters honestly. Need Chapter 17? Check it here: https://brainrattlers.tumblr.com/post/692726073181585408/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-17n

March 16th. The first official day that Tyson was in Minnesota. After talking with his mom and AJ the night before, getting some sleep, and having a full schedule ready for him that first day, including a game that night, Tyson actually felt different than he had for a while in Denver.

Sure, he missed waking up and seeing the mountains, he missed a fuzzy, bedheaded AJ curled up next to him. Crawling out of bed, his view was actually an apartment building across the hotel’s valet parking lot. That wasn’t stellar.

But with a deep breath in and out, Tyson realized today was a new page in a new chapter of his life.

He felt nervous. But he was also excited.

Texting AJ, even though he knew she’d probably still be asleep, he let her know he was thinking of her. In his head, this was going to be his new thing. Until she was with him, he was going to greet her with a text or call every morning. This was cemented in his mind when he decided to open Instagram and saw a ton of DMs from girls in the Twin Cities area already hitting on him. He smiled, but he knew it wasn’t what he wanted. And what he wanted… was going to have the ultimate decision up to her.

A quick shower, and into his travel suit, Tyson grabbed breakfast, and hopped the hotel shuttle to get to the arena for media availability and practice that morning. Greeted by the front office, Tyson was shown around, and provided some Wild gear to wear during the morning interview. The socials team snagged some photos of him in his new uniform.

AJ saw the tweet, and forgot that Foligno already had 17 for his jersey number. Tyson was now wearing 10 on his back, and it was something AJ was going to have to get used to seeing. While she didn’t want to admit it… Tyson looked damn good in that green. (Of course, she hadn’t found a color yet that he didn’t look good in.)

AJ: Morning, my Minnesota man… As much as it stings to say it, lookin’ damn fine in that green. Hope you have a good day. Call after the game?

With as jam packed as his schedule was, she wasn’t expecting any messages any time soon honestly. Which was fine with AJ anyway, she really did need to focus on work today with the previous afternoon being a bit of a washout. The phone in her pocket buzzed often throughout the morning, with various friends and family asking how she was doing, and if she had heard from Tyson. Thankfully she set her watch to alert her of messages from Jess, Mel, Laura, and Tyson himself. Made sifting through all the random buzzes not a constant grabbing of her phone while at work.

After presumably practice, AJ’s watch buzzed, leaving her with a grin.

Tyson: Is that what color I’m wearing? (winking emoji) Apparently the guys want to go out after the game, but I’ll make sure I call before you go to sleep. You watching me tonight?

AJ: Of course. You know I’ll be up late, call when you get back in. (heart emoji)

Tyson: You’re the best (kissing emoji)

After a few more hours of work, AJ chatted a bit with Laura about her quick trip into Denver on Friday. This gave AJ two evenings to get a few things packed up for her to bring with for Tyson so he wasn’t wearing the same clothes for more than a week straight. On her way to Tyson’s from work, she stopped in at the store and picked up some colorful markers and a notepad, with ideas swirling in her head.

It was a weird feeling, being in a place that felt so much like home, but now so empty and lonely. Looking around, AJ began remembering things that happened or things that were said in certain areas of Tyson’s home.

The corner where the Christmas tree was, the one that they picked out ornaments for each other and decorated together not four months ago.

The table in the kitchen where Tyson and AJ ate spaghetti and meatballs that he prepared the first time he cooked for her.

Tyson’s ukulele sitting on the coffee table.

AJ looked over at the front door, the same front door that the two came into late after a game, or after dinner. The door that he would playfully pin AJ against, either in the heat of the moment to kiss her passionately, or to start tickling her sides to make her squeal. It was always a 50/50 on which he was going to do.

With a heavy sigh, which she wasn’t sure if it was a happy or a sad one, AJ got to work digging out the suitcases from the closet, and took them upstairs to Tyson’s bedroom to fill them with clothes and a few other items. She realized half of his clothes were dirty, so she started running the washing machine. All the while, she was scribbling on the notepad and ripping pieces of paper off.

By the time the laundry was finished, AJ had Tyson’s two suitcases filled with clothes, toiletries, and a few items he had requested to be shipped to him. Also half of the notepad was already used. Her plan was then to clean up the place Thursday night, and his mom was going to spend the night Friday, and head out to St Paul on Saturday - a very quick trip. The two agreed to meet up for dinner, and have a bit of a girl’s night.

Satisfied with her work for the evening, AJ headed back to her place in time to catch the game. The team had already taken a shine to Tyson’s ultimate hype man status, having him read the starting lineup list in the locker room pregame. The team cheered with every name on the roster he read, and they all cheered for him when finished. AJ felt a warm feeling in her chest as she watched the clip on Twitter as she sat down with some takeout from Kickin’ Chicken she picked up on the way home.

This might have been the first time ever that AJ purposely watched a hockey game that the Avalanche weren’t playing in. She’d always been loyal to the Avs, but where Tyson was starting a new chapter in his book of stories, AJ was following suit. It didn’t feel right watching a game that no one was in burgundy and blue. She didn’t know most of the players’ names on either team. It was then and there she decided she was actually going to study up on everyone during the game.

And there he was… Tyson Jost, wearing number 10 and a fishbowl still as he hit the ice for the first time playing for the Wild organization. AJ got teary-eyed seeing him skate around on the fourth line. Part of it was just happiness that she was seeing him on the ice doing the thing he loved, but part of it was still sadness that he was still on fourth line. Through it all though, the realization of he’s the new guy and they literally had to insert him in the roster somewhere hit. Tyson held his own though, still playing center on the line. And it wasn’t a LOT of ice time, but still over ten minutes. He hadn’t had that with the Avs in weeks. Other than a few hits and some special teams’ time on the ice, he didn’t have anything noteworthy to report in the game.

But he got to play. And it made him happy.

Cleaning up a bit after the game, AJ’s phone alerted her to the fact Tyson was trying to facetime. Upon answering, lots of cheering and hollering was happening in the background of the Wild locker room as Tyson tried to have at least a tiny conversation before AJ would need to get some sleep. The smile was a mile wide on his face when she answered.

“HEY! Did you catch the game? Are you a fan yet?”

“Hey babe, I did watch the game. And you know I’m a fan of you! How’s it going?”

AJ could see faces peeking into the frame behind Tyson, being silly and waving.

“Josty, is that your GIRRRRRLFRIEND?!”

The face wasn’t familiar, but AJ still laughed and waved, saying hello. Tyson turned a little pink in the cheeks.

“Yeah! This is AJ. AJ, this is everyone!” Tyson panned the phone around as AJ waved. The voices did quiet down in the background slightly as the conversation continued.

“How did it feel tonight?”

Tyson thought about it for a few moments. “It felt good. Different, but good.”

“I could tell! The style is so different from what I’m used to watching. Don’t get too excited, but it was actually fun to watch. Is this what it feels like to actually watch other teams play?”

A guffaw and smile hit Tyson. “Yeah, I suppose so. How was your day? Has my mom reached out? She’s coming Friday to Denver, she said she wanted to meet up with you if possible. Then she’s here Saturday.”

“Oh, good to know what’s up with your mom. I’ll reach out to her in that case. Work was alright, pretty tired. It’s been a long week and it’s catching up with me. It’s almost the weekend though at least. I know that doesn’t mean a whole lot to you though. Did you at least make it to Target to get some clothes?”

“I got loaded up with team wear, I should be good until Saturday,” Tyson turned his head to say something to one of his new teammates. “I think I’m actually just going to head home, I’m exhausted. Raincheck on going out though!”

It was clear that he was getting ribbed for still talking to AJ and not wanting to go out, but AJ saw Jared in the background patting him on the shoulder and nodding in approval. Spurgeon was no Landeskog, but AJ had an inkling he was a good guy.

“Can I call you back when I get home? It’s a little loud here…”

“Of course, I’ll be up a little longer. I want to hear all about your day. Love you, talk soon.”

(“OooOOOOOOoooooh!” heard from the background)

“Love you too babe, talk in a bit.”

Tyson turned around with a smirk, finding three of his teammates behind him laughing. All he could do was roll his eyes. He fielded a few questions about her, namely…

“So when is she moving out here?”

He didn’t know how to answer, because he didn’t have a real one to give. “Soon I hope. She had just moved to Denver last year and was just getting truly settled when this all hit.” He sighed sadly. Really he hoped she would come with, but he wasn’t absolutely sure how it would work out.

“You’ll see her soon enough, Tyson. It’ll be alright.”

After a bit longer with media availability and getting dressed to leave, Tyson got “home” in a few minutes (it was actually faster to walk with all of the foot traffic surrounding the Xcel Energy Center - his hotel was just a couple blocks down the street), and tapped his keycard against the door. Hanging up his suit jacket in the closet and loosening his tie, he flopped onto the chaise portion of the sofa in his room, digging his phone from his pocket. Muscle memory found him tapping apps and contacts, and a tired smile graced his face when AJ answered.

“Hey Eggo. How was your day?”

The two chatted for a good half an hour before AJ could tell Tyson was more exhausted than she’d ever seen him. He had quite a day going through practice, more interviews, and the game. She was glad he opted to not go out that night, that a good night’s sleep would probably be best (for both of them really, she was tired from packing up a couple suitcases). Tyson saw her eyes drooping a bit too, so the two agreed to talk more the following day, at least a few texts, and would call later that evening.

With an extended goodnight, the two crashed, albeit alone, but definitely hard.

AJ’s day was typical work, and Tyson was learning the ropes in his new organization. He texted when he had free time, sending photos of interesting things he saw throughout his day. AJ smiled with each message, happy that he was finding his groove pretty quickly. She’d already started following Minnesota’s social media accounts, and listened in to Coach Evason’s presser that morning. Their social media style was so different from the Avalanche’s, but, just like the game the previous night, it was a different vibe. It wasn’t bad, it was just different.

One thing AJ did love hearing though was how the fourth line wasn’t referred to as “fourth line,” how Bednar would refer to it - Evason referred to it as “Jost’s line.” It did give her a warm fuzzy, that it felt like Minnesota was already giving Tyson ownership of his line. And the talk about him being put in more situations, hoping he’ll get to showcase more of his skills on special teams (and not just the PK), made her heart swell with pride.

This was Tyson’s chance to shine like she knew he could.

After work, AJ chatted with Laura a bit before heading back to his apartment to clean up. Thankfully Tyson didn’t have a total bachelor pad, and he’d really done a good job of keeping it moderately picked up, especially since they’d been dating. Only once did AJ have to voice her frustration of almost falling into the toilet in the middle of the night from him leaving the seat up. But he quickly got back in the habit, after having lived with his mom and sister growing up. Really it was just picking up some of the mess she’d made while packing, cleaning up the kitchen a bit, same with the bathroom. Lastly she changed the sheets on the guest room bed so they’d be fresh for her when she arrived.

Nearly back home, AJ’s phone rang through the speakers of her car, Tyson’s face plastered on the caller ID. Grabbing the phone, she brought him inside with her and collapsed on the sofa in the living room, kicking her shoes off as Tyson asked how her day was.

AJ mentioned how she was elbows deep in a large printer, and that she had to take apart a computer and replace a power supply. Typical day stuff for her, but he thought it sounded amazing that she could fix this stuff. The two talked about his mom coming in the next day, and AJ confessed that she was actually going to pick Laura up from the airport, and they were going to have dinner before getting to his place for the evening.

“You’re not going to pump my mom for dirt about me as a kid, are you?”

“Hmm… well I hadn’t planned on it, but I feel like there must be something… what are you hiding Jost?”

Tyson turned bright red, but inside, he was all smiles. AJ was the first girlfriend in quite a while that had met his mom (and family), and the fact that she felt okay with meeting up with mom without him made him feel even more at ease. Although, not going to lie, he was a little worried about what his mom might bring up. Not that Tyson was a bad kid, he just had some silly moments. He had a feeling his mom would be all about telling those stories.

AJ went in to work the next morning an hour early to make up for leaving early to pick up Laura at DIA, and the day dragged. She was starting to get a little nervous about how the conversations would go, but she also knew that if she could talk that easily with Tyson, she should be able to chat with Laura the same way.

With just practice and the rest of the day to himself, he explored the city a little bit, at least walking the neighborhood around his home for the next couple of weeks, if not months. Donning some sweatpants, and AJ’s Wizard World hoodie, he hit the street. A number of shops, pubs and eateries lined 7th Street in the neighborhood, although it seemed like it might be a little rough around the edges late at night on non-game nights. Otherwise it seemed like a pretty normal little entertainment district near the arena, much like LoDo is to Ball Arena (just smaller). He snagged a coffee at Cafe Astoria, and peeked in the front windows at Cosetta, places he could see taking AJ, even if it were just for a visit. He also Googled a record store that AJ had mentioned, Electric Fetus, but unfortunately that one was a bit of a ways away in Minneapolis, and he didn’t have a car yet. It wasn’t going to be this visit, but his mom’s next visit that hopefully she’d be able to get his car to him.

Selfishly, he wished AJ could just drive the Grand Cherokee to him and just stay, but he realized then her car would still be in Denver.

After a few hours of meandering the neighborhood, Tyson headed back to the hotel for a nap. His phone buzzing though is what woke him up, and it was a selfie of AJ and Laura at the airport.

Just as AJ hoped, the conversations flowed fine between herself and Laura. It gave the two a chance to really talk, uninhibited by Tyson (and Kacey) like the last time they met up at Christmas. Laura asked all sorts of questions about what AJ does, and how she got into it, how she ended up in Denver.

“So how did you and Tyson meet? I’m curious to hear YOUR side of the story.”

“Wait, now I feel like I need to know how Tyson tells the story.”

“Oh no, I want to hear it from you so I can compare notes, and then I’ll tell you if there were any major differences.”

AJ told the story as she navigated the ever-present and especially busy rush hour traffic and construction on I-70, excluding the fact he was only in a towel, and that she had her headphones in and was singing.

All Laura could do was laugh for a couple moments. “That’s not quite what Tyson had told me. He mentioned he was in a towel, and apparently heard you singing all the way from the showers in the locker room. Don’t tell him I told you, but that was one of the first things he ever told me - that you have a beautiful singing voice.”

“WHAT? Hahah oh that’s… not true. Wait, when did he tell you this?”

“Again, don’t tell him I told you, but he called me that night before the game, and mentioned it. You made quite a first impression.”

AJ blushed, and got a little quiet.

Laura continued, “Those first few days were rough on him, he was sure you were dating someone else on the team. I had a feeling though things were going to turn out though. All the things he had said about you, other than dating… Nate? It just felt like he knew instantly.”

The driver cringed at the mention of dating Nate. It definitely wasn’t dating, and honestly, if she had a brother, AJ would have felt like kissing Nate would be like kissing that brother. But then the weight of what Laura just revealed hit. And she could see the realization on AJ’s face.

“Thankfully he was wrong about Nate - that’s a story in itself. Nate’s the reason I ended up out here, that I have my job, and that I was in the locker room that day. But… nooo. Definitely not dating Nate. And aside from the totally awkward meetup with Tyson in a towel and me on a ladder… I knew there was something different about him, in the best way possible. It probably sounds weird to say this in response, but… you raised an amazing son. You and the whole family.”

“Thank you, it means a lot to hear that we got things right with him. That reminds me, when we stop, and don’t tell him, but I couldn’t not come down to see you and NOT bring a couple baby photos.” Laura’s smirk was just as mischievous as Tyson’s - AJ now knew where he got it from.

The two women stopped for a quick bite to eat at a local bistro, and then headed to Tyson’s. And Laura kept her promise of showing off a couple of adorable baby Tyson photos.

(photo credit - Tyson’s IG. LOOK AT THAT FACE!!!)

Rummaging through the kitchen cabinets, AJ remembered that she had left a bottle of wine there a few weeks prior for Tyson’s birthday, not knowing that he wouldn’t be able to drink any due to the painkillers he was on for his mouth at the time. Splitting the bottle, they laughed and told all sorts of stories, about themselves, about Tyson and the family. Realizing it was getting late, AJ ended up staying over, crashing in Tyson’s bed, Laura in the guest room. This was a much better idea than driving home, then having to get up, drive back to pick up Laura and snag breakfast before heading back to the airport, luggage in tow.

Before falling asleep, AJ texted Tyson, whom she guessed was asleep by that point.

AJ: You had such chubby cheeks as a toddler!!! What a cutie you were… (heart emoji)

The morning came early, with AJ and Laura lugging suitcases to AJ’s car parked on the street. Quick trip to get some of the best pancakes in town, and the two were off to the airport. Making sure she was at the correct terminal, AJ helped her with the luggage, making sure they were able to get it checked. Before hitting TSA security, Laura gave AJ a huge hug.

“You take care of yourself! And when you can… get up to St. Paul. Tyson misses you.”

“Did he tell you to tell me that?”

“Maybe,” Laura chuckled, “Seriously though, if you need anything, you know you can call me anytime, and if I can, I’ll do it. You know you’re an honorary Jost.”

AJ nodded, and with another hug and photo together, Laura disappeared into the TSA line. Heading back to her car, AJ grabbed her phone to let Tyson know what was up.

AJ: Hey babe, just dropped off your mom at the airport. Had a really good time with her! She should get there in a few hours.

Tyson: I can’t believe she showed you baby photos.

AJ: She’s got a flair for mischief. It must be genetic, I know where you get it from now.

Tyson: You love it.

AJ: I love YOU. The mischief just comes with, package deal. Driving home, going to get a quick nap… was a late night.

Tyson: Wait, what did you two get up to?

AJ: Just a girls’ night in. Plus it is fun to let you sit and wonder. Love you (winking emoji)

Tyson: … and I’m the mischievous one? Love you babe. Gotta get to morning skate before the game tonight.

Finding her bed at home, AJ almost instantly passed out, curled up with Maple. She groggily woke up, squinting at the phone screen.

Tyson: Back at the hotel with mom. How did you pack this much stuff?

AJ: Sounds good. And I told you I was a Girl Scout back in the day. Just wait until you see how I pack when I fly!

Tyson: I hope that means I find out soon.

AJ: No promises. Kick some ass tonight babe, I’ll be watching the game. (heart emoji)

With his mom crashed on the sofa after a long 36 hours, Tyson began carefully unpacking the suitcases a bit before heading back to the arena, where he found a number of things he did not expect.

Namely notes from AJ, folded and tucked into various items in the suitcases. In pant legs of slacks. In suit jacket pockets. In the waistband of some boxer briefs.(“Miss seeing you in these.”) Wrapped around his razor handle (“Lookin’ sharp babe!”) He only found a fraction of them while unpacking - AJ was quite skilled in hiding them.

The last one he found though was in the kangaroo pocket of his burgundy hoodie. (“I want my hoodie back, damn it. Love you baby, can’t wait to trade them in person.”)

With Laura getting to watch her son for the first time in person wearing a Wild uniform, the team beat the Blackhawks 3-1.

After that, it was a hell of a homestand for Minnesota, with Tyson getting his first point as a member of the Wild vs the Golden Knights, an assist on Deslaurier’s goal - another new guy on the team, along with Marc-Andre Fleury. It was definitely an intense trade deadline for them.

The Avalanche came to town, and AJ was internally struggling on who to root for. Tyson didn’t have any points on the night, but the Wild did win 3-2 in OT. There were definitely some shenanigans going on with EJ and Tyson - come to find out Tyson was mic’d up that game for a future bit from the Wild’s media team and that came out later. After the game, Tyson was interviewed, and clearly Mikko was in the connecting hallway, seemingly waiting to stop and say hello before they had to leave to head back to Denver. He might have had a message for him - AJ was plotting something, but he was sworn to secrecy as to what. Tyson tried to get any sort of clues from her on their daily talks, but she wasn’t divulging ANYTHING. He even tried getting Jess and Nate to give some sort of hints, but he was shut down everywhere.

He couldn’t deny it, every time he saw a black Kia Soul on the street, he hoped it was AJ. Anytime he caught highlights of Avalanche games on the news, he squinted in hopes of catching AJ in the background. He stayed following Avs socials in the hopes to find AJ and Jess in the background during warm up videos holding signs. (He did catch them a few times, actually.) But not knowing what she was up to was driving him up the wall.

Continuing what was always a roadie for AJ, the Wild hit the road, which was AJ’s moment to pull off what she’d been planning for weeks, pretty much since Tyson was traded. Taking a couple days off of work, AJ drove back to her hometown, spent the night with her folks, and then drove to St. Louis. In tow were a hoodie she made with JOSTY 10 on the back as she couldn’t get a jersey that fast with his name and new number. Not surprising, she also had a sign.

When AJ picked out her seat, she wasn’t expecting to find one where she did, but found herself against the glass, where the Wild would be warming up at Enterprise Center. She also found out that it was like a Club Lexus ticket, but the “Rinkside Club” - she had access to get dinner from an incredible buffet, as well as visit Pub 67. Opting for just dinner and a soda, she headed back to her seat, where she befriended an official photographer, bonding over camera talk. But when it was time for warm ups… AJ’s heart started pounding.

Standing up against the glass, she pressed her tiny sign up - Enterprise Center has the weirdest rules about sign size restrictions. But AJ crammed what she needed to say on it.

Tyson - I miss you as 17, but you’re a perfect 10 to me! <3

The team took the ice, swooping around in loops, shooting pucks at MAF, but Talbot took his place.

And where it was usually EJ that would slam into the glass directly in front of her, or shoot a puck at her head… this was the start of AJ getting the absolute hell scared out of her when Deslauriers would launch himself into the glass in front of her. She wasn’t sure if he recognized her from the few times Tyson would facetime with her while at the practice rink or at the arena, but he had a grin on his face… and then completely hid her sign with how broad he was.

However it was just a couple moments later, that AJ kept her eyes trained on Tyson as he slowly skated by to get in line to take some pucks to launch at Talbot. He stopped dead in his tracks, and inched slowly backward to read the sign, realizing his name was on it. This was the first time on the road someone had a sign for him, and he was smiling at the thought.

Tyson chuckled and turned red, side-eying the sign, until he realized he recognized the handwriting.

He twisted around, finding himself face to.. Well sign, because the seats were a little higher than eye-level, so AJ stood about two foot taller than him. The confusion set in, then the absolute realization that AJ was definitely in front of him hit. If he weren’t trying to stay focused, he probably would have been in tears, he was so happy to see her, even if there was a two-inch thick piece of plexi between them. Eyes glassy regardless, Tyson kissed the knuckles of his glove and fist bumped AJ through the barrier.

In her peripheral vision, she could see the younger girl next to her visibly huff that Tyson was not paying any attention to her.

AJ’s eyes mirrored Tyson’s, a tear falling down her cheek as she mouthed “Love you.”

It wasn’t much, but this was going to be the closest they were going to be for a bit longer. But the fact that she was able to even make this happen was so huge to Tyson. He loved seeing his girlfriend in the stands again, wearing his colors, and his name and number, even if it was his nickname. He finished up with his stick handling drill in front of her, trying to stay near her as much as possible.

With warmups complete, the game started, and Tyson notched an assist on Fiala’s goal in the first. While the teammates on the ice high-fived the bench, Tyson did something a little unexpected - he turned to the other side of the rink, and pointed at AJ before hopping back over the boards to the bench. A couple of teammates questioned the action.

There was no containing the excitement. “AJ IS HERE!”

Spurgeon leaned in with a, “Told you that you’d see her soon.” He slugged him on the shoulder.

The downers though, other than the 4-3 loss in OT, was that the team was flying back to Minnesota directly after the game. And worse was that no matter what Tyson or AJ said to security, she couldn’t get back to see him.

AJ ended up texting him from the parking lot at Union Station, where it was probably going to be about an hour before she could get out. This of course turned into a quick phone call before Tyson made it to the airport.

Despite the loss and the security at the arena wrecking plans, Tyson was still ecstatic knowing his girlfriend was there.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“It was a surprise!”

“Well it was a good surprise, I just wish we could have met up… but… where did you get that hoodie?”

“I wanted to get a jersey, but I couldn’t get it in time… so I made it.”

“I could have gotten you one.” Tyson chuckled. “I just didn’t know you would be needing it so soon. But you know I love seeing my name on you. AHHH I can’t believe you were here! Next time you do that though, will you tell me first?”

It was AJ’s turn to not be able to keep composure, and get excited. “Hey uh… you know how you’re back in St. Louis next week Saturday? So am I.”

Tyson got quiet. AJ could tell the gears were already turning in his head.

Chapter 19: https://brainrattlers.tumblr.com/post/693990316680904704/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-19n

#Tyson Jost #Josty #Play It Cool #Tyson Jost x OFC #Tyson Tuesday

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k1ng0fn0b0dy · 3 years

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Phasmophobia ❤

He/Him Pronouns

1400+ Words

Description: You plays Phasmophobia for the first time with Scott, Wilbur, and Jack. Wilbur teaches you how to play and then something extra. (WilburxReader)

A/N: This was at the start of me writing so it's like the only one in third person.

[Rest of the story under the cut]

Y/N spins leisurely, waiting for their computer to boot up. They hadn't been ready to stream today but Scott DM'ed them a few minutes ago and Y/N couldn't say no to their favorite cousin.

Opening discord, they shot Scott a quick message and then pulled up twitch on their second monitor. Y/N smiled as chat spammed "hello y/n!" as the 1-minute timer slowly ticked down

"Hello everyone!" Y/N exclaimed happily, giving a quick wave to the camera. "Today we're going to be streaming Phasmophobia with Scott, Jack Manifold, and Wilbur Soot."

They couldn't help but giggle as their chat flew by with excited proclamations. As usual, their lovely fans started spamming "Y/N CLOUT" and "Y/N SUPREMACY" until it was all theycould see. Laughing, Y/N started reading out donos and thanking subs.

They were in the middle of thanking a 5 gifted sub when Scott made a private DM group and started a call. Quickly joining, Y/N and Scott started their usual greeting.

"Scott!"

"Y/N!"

"Scott!!"

"Y/N!!"

"Scott!!!"

"Y/N!!!"

"Wilbur," A deep voice joined in. A startled laugh leaves them, making Scott and Wilbur join in.

"Ayup fellas." Jack Manifold startles Y/N again, his voice louder than either of their friend's voices. It's impossible to keep a straight face as they devolve into just the word "ayup".

When Y/N finally manages to load into the game, their characters face to face with Wilbur's. "Hello, Wil."

"Hello, Y/N," he says back, not moving. They keep stock still, looking straight into the camera like they assume Wilbur's doing. Actually, they pull up his stream on mute and barely manage to hide a grin when they realize he is. Taking a quick glance at his chat, Y/N can't help but giggle.

"BLUSHBUR"

"AWW WILBY IS RED"

"BLUSHBUR"

"I still prefer chadbur"

Wilbur breaks out into a giggle too, brushing his hair away from his eyes. It's odd being in proximity chat, but it's still funny to hear the distant noise of Scott and Jack arguing.

"Are you going to move?"

"Are you?"

Rolling their eyes, Y/N smiles as they move over to Jack, who's trying to throw the basketball at Scott. They devolve into "ayup" again as soon as Wilbur starts trying to talk to Scott.

Y/N shoots their webcam a quick grin and move towards the whiteboard where Scott's checking his items. With a totally innocent voice, they start bringing up last week's family party. (don't worry, covid doesn't exist in these au's unless I say so

"So, baby cousin, have you been drinking recently?”

"Oh no," he groans, instantly realizing his mistake in inviting Y/N.

"I mean, last week you were absolutely hammered and so I'm just worried." They coo, amping up their innocent tone until it sounds like they're speaking to a child. "Come on, sugar pea, tell your older cousin all your darkest secrets that I totally won't use for blackmail."

"Are you blackmailing Scott, Y/T/N?" Wilbur surprises you, his deep voice highly amused but also right next to you. They spin your avatar around, face to face, again, with Wilbur's.

They click their tongue, sighing dramatically. "I suppose I was trying to blackmail him until you came over, Wilbur Soot."

Glancing over at his stream, Y/N spots him grin mischievously at the camera. With a heavy voice, he utters four words that turn them bright red."Was I too distracting?"

"You're such a dick." They laugh.

"That's Scott's cousin you're flirting with," Jack Manifold cuts in with a mocking jeer. Y/N gratefully exit the situation and start setting up their items instead.

They can practically hear the mock annoyance in Scott's voice when they go back to bothering him. He loves Y/N though, despite the teasing.

{...}

Y/N realized after they arrived at the house that they've never played the game before.

"Scott," They start, putting their head in their hands. "How do you play?"

"Do you not know how?" Wilbur said incredulously. Jack was picking up stuff off the carts, crouching down by pressing buttons Y/N didn't know.

Y/N flushed, running a hand through their (h/l) hair. Chat both pities them and bullies them, exactly like they knew chat would. "Well, I've never played before."

"That's fine," Scott said, picking up his own gear and walking out of the van. "Wilbur can teach you. Right, Wil?"

"Sure?"

Scott didn't hear because he was already making his way into the house.

Awkwardly, they started talking. "So-? Uh, how do you pick things up?"

"You press E," Wilbur chuckled. "G is to drop things. C is crouch, J is for Journal which you'll fill out with info on the ghost, flashlight should be T."

Nodding along, Y/N started picking up things from the shelf. "What do all these things do?"

"Some of them are obvious, like Thermometer. But others are easier to explain as we go. You should pick up a camera, crucifix, and flashlight. I'll take the EMF, a camera, and a spirit box."

Wilbur's explanations weren't too hard to follow. The two of you stuck together as they wandered the house. It was two stories with a basement and the darkness was only slightly terrifying.

"Victoria Gonzales," Wilbur called out. They were about to leave the room when their flashlights started flickering. Y/N's thermometer was picking up freezing temperatures even if the room seemed safe. Their flashlights were still flickering, so Wilbur and Y/N huddled into a corner together, silently waiting.

Quietly, Wilbur started whispering to Y/N. "We can probably leave the room, right?"

"Isn't it still hunting?" They whispered back. Wilbur rolled his eyes, "C'mon, don't you trust me?"

Silently, Y/N thought about it. They did.

"Fine."They sighed. "But if anything happens I will blame you.'"

Wilbur grinned, "Absolutely nothing will happen to you, dear."

Y/N grumbled as they silently followed after Wilbur's character, pink dust scattered across their face. The halls were dark, grey walls plain and boring but not any less terrifying.

And unlike what Wilbur said, Y/N died 30 seconds later. It was far too quick for them to register what was even happening before the demon's hand was clawing their face out and their body was flat on the ground.

Wilbur was next, the demon opening the doors to the closet they were hiding in and instantly killing him. They stalked away, leaving two corpses

"Wow, I never thought you'd be stupid enough to try and do this." Wilbur deflects instantly. Y/N sighs, sadly watching their corpse just lay there.

"Well, you're here with me, so that makes you stupid too."

Wilbur rolled his eyes, grinning softly. Y/N looks over, their eyes soft and shining. [Am I doing semi-realism in this now? Whatever, go with it]

Reaching out, Wilbur held their hand in his. It wasn't the smoothest, but the callouses were beautiful to him. He could die happy (if he wasn't already dead) just holding Y/N's hand.

"You did good," Wilbur murmered, closing the distance between them. Smiling, Y/N lifted their hands and caressed Wilburs cheek. It was gentle. Safe.

"So did you."

Pressing their foreheads together, Wilbur sighed softly. "You know, there's something I haven't taught you yet."

"That is?" Y/N grinned.

Wilbur closed the gap completely, pressing their lips together. It was quick and sweet, their noses bumped together but when Y/N tilted their head it all just fit. They chased one kiss after another, tasting the sweet mix of Wilbur's cherry gum and Y/N's bubblegum ring pop.

Wilbur leaned back, his hands placed on their waist tightly. "I guess that's one thing you don't need to learn."

They breathed heavily, still gazing into each other's eyes. Wilbur smiled and then the world flipped.

{《☆》}

"I got it right, it was a demon," Scott bragged over Jack's defeated guess of a Wraith. Wilbur blinked and his chat was going crazy, full of the same thing.

Y/NBUR

Y/NXWILBUR

KINDA GAY KINDA POG

KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE

"Shut up chat," Y/N said, Wilbur glanced up, grinning. Maybe his chat wasn't the only one being annoying

{《☆》}

[Okay, guys. So I started writing this off of the second phasmophobia stream Wilbur had and halfway through he went live with another phasmophobia stream and it was the best and worst timing because I couldn't focus but also *Wilbur my beloved*]

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rosyfingereddawnn · 3 years

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That’s The Way (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Jimmy Page x Reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warning(s): mentions of cheating, cursing

Author’s notes: Hey y’all, welcome to Chapter 2! Thank you so much for all your positive feedback and responses. A little heads up: Jimmy is not in this chapter...since this is a slow burn, he’ll be introduced in Chapter 4, but it won’t be long, I promise. Just sit tight! As usual, please enjoy, happy reading, and send us messages if you have theories, comments, music recommendations for the playlist, or if you want to be added to the tag list :)

Chapter 1

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Evening of 4 May 1965

Walking into the kitchen, Y/N slid into a seat between her brothers, Tommy and Charlie, just as her mum was placing platters of that night’s dinner on the table. A sinking feeling in her stomach plagued her all day, as she knew that she would be interrogated intensely by her family about the previous night. More importantly, she knew that if they felt that any of the musicians had viewed her as a possible love interest, she’d be in big, big trouble.

“Dad, can you pass me the vegetables, please?” Y/N asked her father, sitting a few seats down from her. If the girl hadn’t been glancing down at her plate to avoid eye contact, fighting the gut feeling that the inevitable would soon occur, she would have seen him glance at her from over the frames of his glasses.

“Sure, dear,” he replied, briefly looking up from the newspaper he was reading as he gave Y/N the dish. The clanking of utensils on plates was all that could be heard until Charlie broke the seal by asking the dreaded question.

“So Y/N, how was the concert last night?” he asked, raising the glass of water in his hand to his lips. Y/N couldn’t blame Charlie for asking, because he had no idea what had happened, but she knew that this conversation could go south fast. Tommy’s hums of laughter quietly escaped his lips, and Y/N nudged his arm from under the table, giving him a glaring look that sent daggers from her eyes. It screamed, “Shut up!”, and another bout of giggles was the only response.

Tommy knew the outcome of last night because of what Carolyn had babbled to him on the car ride home, and was doing everything in his power to tease his sister.

“Why are you laughing, Tommy?” Y/N’s mum asked, finally taking a seat between Charlie and Lillian. Silence settled over the table as all eyes locked on to the oldest daughter, and Tommy evilly smiled at Y/N, who only glared at him again. “No reason. Actually, I think Y/N should tell you instead.”

Y/N huffed as she put the dish of roasted chicken, generously seasoned and herbed, back in the middle of the table. She painted on a smile before answering, “It went pretty well. Brilliant show.”

“That’s it?” her dad asked, folding up the newspaper, knowing his daughter was downplaying it.

“Yeah, Y/N, that’s it?” Tommy added. Y/N knew he was taunting her, but the rest of the table did not pick up on it. From under the table, Y/N’s leg begins to bob up and down, and she bites her lip, debating whether or not to tell the whole story. It’s obvious they’re not going to be happy…

“My God, Tommy,” With an exasperated sigh, Y/N, very annoyed at her brother’s pushing, throws her hands up in unwilling acceptance. “Fine, Carolyn and I were invited backstage, and we met the band.”

The table audibly gasped, the loudest of course being Lillian, who looked disappointed, almost devastated at the revelation. Her lips turn down in a sulk, and she rests her cheek, almost permanently flushed with youth, on a fist. “You promised me you wouldn’t let any boys mess with you, Y/N!”

Y/N reached her hand across the table to hold her sister’s in an attempt to coax her. “They didn’t, Lil. We just talked for a while. I just made some new friends last night, that’s all.”

Lillian’s frown turned upside down, content that her sister was safe, a naïve smile that Y/N felt a little guilty about. She, along with Charlie and their parents, didn’t know that most members of the band had shamelessly flirted with her and invited her back to see them again. Tommy was the only one aware, and Y/N made him promise to keep the whole rendezvous a secret. Carolyn had brought the flirting to Y/N’s attention on the car ride home, because in the moment, she didn’t think much of it.

“If they’re mean to you, I’ll be mean to them, just for you!” Lillian exclaims through a mouthful of mush, and the table burst into laughter, shaking their heads in amusement.

“How did it go?” Y/N’s mum asked, cutting into her chicken with a knife and fork. For the first time over the course of the whole dinner, Y/N broke into an unadulterated smile at the memory. “It was really nice, genuinely. They were all so sweet to us, and we just bonded over music and stuff.”

Y/N’s mother quirked her brow. “No ‘you know what’?”

“No Mum, nothing explicit. It was good, clean fun. Seriously.”

“Alright, I hope you’re telling the truth… I’m happy you had a great time.”

“She is telling the truth, Mum,” Tommy quipped through bites of roasted potatoes, “I can attest to that.”

Y/N’s mum smiled, but her dad piped up with some two-cents of his own. “Musicians are a tough crowd, Y/N. Very fickle blokes, their attractions change all the time. You can’t get too attached to them, dear, you’re just a small fish in a very big sea.”

“I know, Dad,” Y/N replied, trying to sound understanding. She couldn’t lie to herself, though. The Yardbirds made her feel very special last night, and disappointment was lurching in her stomach at the comment. As much as her father’s words stung, she harbored a small feeling of hope that they truly enjoyed her company and meant what they said.

After everyone finished dinner, and Charlie and Lillian left the table to go play in another room, Tommy, wallet in hand, walked over to his mum, who was washing the dishes with the help of her husband.

“Hey Mum, I’m gonna take Y/N for ice cream,” he whispered, glancing at Y/N who was sitting in a chair in the living room, almost unconsciously playing with her fingers and staring out the window with a pensive countenance.

“Okay, love. Just bring something home for Charlie and Lillian,” she replied. Tommy walked over to Y/N, tapping her shoulder. The girl looked up at him, confused.

“I’m taking you for ice cream. Let’s go,” he said, already walking towards the door. Y/N grinned, then chased after her brother to the car.

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27 June 1965

Y/N and Carolyn weren’t able to attend as many Yardbirds gigs as they would’ve liked in the end of May and beginning of June, as they had exams at school. Now that they were over, Y/N could be fully immersed in the travelling British rock and roll circus for the greater part of the summer.

The girls agreed to make a venue change tonight: instead of going to the Marquee, as they usually did, they decided to go to the Crawdaddy Club. Y/N hoped Jeff, Chris, Paul, Jim, and Keith would remember them by their faces instead of just their clothes, because there was no need to wear school uniforms anymore.

Carolyn decided to drive to this particular gig, probably because she was expecting the two of them to go backstage again, as having her own car would grant them more time with the band then that first night at the Marquee.

The Crawdaddy Club was architecturally and aesthetically different from the Marquee; there were no chairs or booths, so standing was the only option, and the boundary between the stage and the audience was virtually nonexistent. The ceilings were low and beamed, and the stage backdrop had a painting of a measure of music. Y/N thought that particular touch was a bit cheesy.

Carolyn and Y/N walked in together, squeezing past the army of fans already hoarding the front of the stage. They managed to find a spot by Jeff’s side of the stage, his amps towering a few feet from where they stood. Thankfully, they were able to see most of the stage, including Jim’s drum riser in the back. The conversations among all the audience members were deafening, but Y/N heard a loud whisper within her periphery that she could just make out.

“Pssst! Y/N!” a familiar voice whisper-shouted, which was followed by a wave.

It was Jeff, widely smiling with his guitar slung over his shoulder. He was walking out the backstage door, meticulously making sure the door wouldn’t harm his guitar in any way. He then waited near the stage steps to go on, which the girls discerned could be any minute now.

“Oh my God, Jeff!” Y/N replied excitedly as she walked over to the steps. She made her way through the crowd, a lot more ungracefully than she would’ve hoped.

“It’s so cool to see you at some place other than the Marquee,” Jeff said. He looked genuinely happy that she was there. Maybe Y/N’s dad was wrong about these “fickle musicians”.

“We’re happy to be here! I’m so sorry I couldn’t make any more since the last time… exams and school and all.”

“Oh, that’s where you were! I hope you got good marks,” Jeff playfully grinned, “because you ought to mind your studies, Miss Y/N. Sam was starting to think he scared you off and that you didn’t want to come back.”

Y/N scrunched her nose in a confused way, as if to say “who?”, which resulted in a soft chuckle from Jeff.

“‘Sam’ is Paul’s nickname.”

Y/N nodded in understanding with an endearing smile. “Oh, okay. That’s definitely not it, then. I was just stuck with exams and graduation, that's all. Be sure to tell him that.” A wink punctuates the end of her sentence, and, gearing up to respond, Jeff is interrupted by a sharp noise next to him. Mere seconds later, another familiar face entered the scene, walking out of the door. Chris Dreja, also with his guitar slung over his shoulder, warmly smiled at Y/N as he closed the door behind him.

“Hello, Y/N. It’s so lovely to see you again,” he greeted. She noticed that he had a substantially deeper voice than the other four, something she hadn’t the last time they met since he was talking with Carolyn and Keith.

“Hi Chris! Same to you,” Y/N grinned.

“No uniforms this time I see,” he teased, discreetly scanning how stunning he thought she looked.

Y/N laughed. “Yeah, I’m off from school for the summer so there’s no need anymore, thank God. Now I can attend your shows more frequently, and wear a decent outfit too!”

“That’s great to hear. We do love your company.” Y/N beamed at his comment, unconsciously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Chris’ eyes track the movement, and he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. He thought Y/N was beautiful, but he had a wife and a child on the way. He also felt a little jealous that Paul and Jim had their eyes on her, but there was not much he could do about it. If he was cunning and quick enough to steal Y/N before they had the chance, though, and if his wife never found out…

Quickly regaining his wits, he remembered why he was sent out. “Jeff, Keith needs you backstage again.”

Jeff groaned. “What? I thought we were starting, like right now!”

“I know, I know. We were supposed to, but he wants everyone backstage again for some reason.”

“Ugh, this is why he can’t fucking be in charge,” Jeff replied, clearly annoyed. Then, as Chris was heading backstage once again, Jeff pulled something out of his pocket, a knowing smile on his face.

“Here, love, have this. You’ll be needing it after the show,” he said, placing a card with a lanyard attached to it into Y/N’s hands. Y/N smiled giddily.

“Thank you. Good luck with that meeting, and good luck in the show, even though you don’t really need it,” Y/N replied playfully.

“Oh, I think I need it more than you think I do,” Jeff smirked, disappearing behind the door.

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Just minutes later, The Yardbirds came out and played their set, which lasted a couple hours, and didn't fail to stun the crowd. Y/N and Carolyn received a lot more smiles of recognition than the last time at the Marquee, since the boys knew who they were now. The only similarity to last time was the electrified fans who were completely immersed in the music.

Jim McCarty, in particular, looked at Y/N a lot more often throughout the show than he did last time. She caught him a couple times, which was really embarrassing on his part, but not the entire time, much to his pleasure. He didn’t think it was possible, but it seemed that she had grown even more beautiful than last time.

Was it absence that made his heart grow fonder? Possibly. Was he in love? Yet another possibility. Did he know for certain? Perhaps, but he wasn’t exactly sure yet.

Besides focusing on the music, Paul’s mind was elsewhere. He was planning on asking Y/N out on a date with him sometime this coming week. He hoped she’d accept, since she did an awful lot of blushing and giggling around him when they met in May, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up. Paul was concocting the perfect formulation of words so that she couldn’t refuse the offer. She looked like the type of girl who would enjoy a nice dinner date, and he would do anything to make that a reality for her.

Chris’s mind was the opposite of Paul’s: he didn’t want to think about Y/N because in the event he did, he knew he would mess up a chord or two on the guitar.

God, he thought, she was perfect. Purely enchanting.

Jeff was just happy, almost giddy, that he’d found a new friend in Y/N. He knew she was special, and he hoped she trusted him, because some people in this business could be very sleazy. She was different from all the girls a lonely musician would find on the road. Y/N was the type of girl that Jeff wanted to see after a thousand and one nights touring, catching up and sharing stories over a pint. Sure, he had a steady girlfriend, but something about Y/N was comforting, friendly, and trustworthy. Just what he needed in a friend.

The set was similar to the one at the Marquee, but with little variations here and there, still holding the audience under a trance. After the performance’s conclusion, Y/N rummaged through her pocket and showed Carolyn the backstage pass given to her by Jeff, to which Carolyn squealed with delight. Y/N took Carolyn’s hand and walked with her to the door, showing the security man her prized relic. At once, they were granted access, and they skipped and trotted and leapt down the hall in excitement.

When the pair got to the correct door, Y/N took a deep breath and knocked a couple times; momentarily, they were greeted by a smiling, but sweaty, Jeff Beck.

Y/N didn’t care. “Brilliant show, my friend,” she gushed, giving Jeff a congratulatory hug.

“Thank you,” he replied gratefully, reciprocating it with a beaming smile, “security didn’t give you trouble I hope?”

“No, we were fine, thankfully.”

“Good to hear, good to hear. Well, come on in!” Jeff exclaimed, getting out of the way of the doorframe, “do you fancy yourselves a drink?”

Y/N and Carolyn walked into the room, starstruck once again by all five of The Yardbirds being in one place. This time, some members of the road crew, management, and lighting company were there as well, chatting and planning among themselves. They all greeted the girls amicably, and grabbed some chairs and arranged them in a similar formation to the Marquee.

“Um, yeah, sure, if you don’t mind,” Y/N accepted as she sat down, throwing a kind “thank you” over her shoulder at the roadie that had brought her chair over, voice a little lost in amazement at the current happening.

“Here, I’ll get it,” Jim said with a smile, “you stay put.”

“Thank you, that’s so sweet,” Y/N grinned appreciatively. She could feel herself warming up to these guys, as she didn’t feel as nervous as the last time. But a little twinge of it was still there, rippling through her stomach.

Jim was turned away from Y/N getting the drinks, so she wasn’t able to see him blush. He found it unbelievable, the effect she had on him.

The whole group was sharing conversation and laughs over drinks for almost three hours, but it was almost as if time did not pass. They talked about music, books they liked, restaurants they recommended, places they’ve travelled to, philosophy, history, the environment, conspiracy theories...you name it.

Y/N and Carolyn stood up from their seats, as a cue to the party that they had to leave soon. Paul, who again was sitting next to Y/N, tapped her shoulder. Turning to face him, Y/N could see the flush on his cheeks, and the way he was almost curled into himself.

“Hey Y/N, can I ask you a question really quick?” he asked, much more nervous than he sounded a few seconds ago.

“Yeah, sure,” she smiled. Y/N, taking his outstretched hand, found herself being whisked away by Paul to a corner of the room, near a row of vanities attached to the wall. She hoped that the others were all too distracted talking, so that no one would notice her and Paul’s absence.

Looking at each other, face to face, the two smiled happily, as though there wasn't a care in the world.

Paul then took a deep breath, his expression turning more anxious. “Okay…” he exhaled, “here goes.”

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Y/N chuckled, “it’s just me.”

Paul’s face softened a little, gazing down at her. “But you see, that’s the whole point. It’s you. I have every reason to be nervous.”

Y/N’s face cascaded into a red flush, her lip quivering in the hopes of concealing a foolish grin. Paul reached down and grabbed Y/N’s hands, holding them in his own as Y/N’s heart started racing at what felt like two thousand miles a minute.

“I just wanted to preface this by saying that I, uh… I have been absolutely bewitched by you, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the night at the Marquee,” he began. Y/N melted with every word, but at the same time, she felt as if she had been electrically shocked. When she looked into the twinkling depths of his eyes, she couldn't help but swoon.

“So,” he continued, “I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime. If you’ll let me, of course.”

Y/N was at a loss for words, composure, and any sort of rationality. She never thought, in her wildest dreams, that a musician in a world-renowned band would fancy her. Just able to restrain an awestruck grin, she finally gave in.

“Yes,” she replied, happily breathless and dazed, “I would love to go out with you.”

Paul, ecstatic with her answer, beams down at her as she launches into his arms in a sweet embrace. He asked for her phone number and address, and, spotting a nearby miniature legal pad, she wrote everything down, signing it with a cartoonish smiling face and a heart.

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After Y/N and Carolyn had said their goodbyes and left the Crawdaddy Club, the five musicians were left alone in the backstage area, to relax after such an electric show. Jeff and Keith approached Paul, who was collecting his belongings in the corner of the room.

“Did you do it?” Jeff asked, face a picture of feigned nonchalance as he took a sip of his beer.

“Yes, I did it,” Paul grinned, bending down to grab something of his that had fallen on the floor.

“I guess she accepted by the look on your face,” Keith observed, a sardonic smirk on his handsome features.

“You’d be correct,” Paul replied.

“You wanker,” Jeff shook his head disapprovingly, “why would you bloody do that? You’re gonna break her heart!”

Paul’s expression quickly turned unimpressed. “Because if nobody here tells her, she’ll never know.”

What Paul had failed to tell Y/N was that he had a wife, with whom he shared a home. He felt bored, with all the travelling and the touring and the nonsense, so he wanted a lovely, intelligent young woman like Y/N to “keep him company”.

He knew he wasn’t in love with Y/N. Sure, he fancied her immensely, thought she was ethereal, but his heart truly belonged to his wife.

“Congratulations, Sam,” Keith said sarcastically, “you just potentially ruined a friendship with a very pretty bird.” It was clear that Jeff and Keith cared very deeply about Y/N and her happiness, because she was a great girl.

Paul rolled his eyes, annoyed. “You lot have to do me this solid and don’t say anything to her. It’ll work out fine. Oh, and spread the message to Chris and Jim so they don’t spill the beans either.”

“You fuckin’ owe me, Sam,” Jeff warned, already walking backwards towards Chris and Jim, “you owe me big time.”

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morning-might-arrive · 3 years

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Here’s the continuation of my last post. Thank you so much to everyone who liked and reblogged! This is becoming a lot longer than I thought, so there will be another part soon. Feedback is appreciated!

A series of misunderstandings involving a limousine and Spectra’s blog lead Jackson to the realization that he has way more friends than he thought.

Wednesday

Jackson sighed as he silenced his blaring alarm clock. 7:00 am. As he walked to the bathroom to get ready, he was suddenly struck by a memory.

“It’s nothing personal, normie. You just look like such a freak.” Manny told him as he shoved him off of the lunch table. Jackson looked towards the other mansters, but they said nothing. So they all agreed. Even Clawd.

He cringed. He’d had to eat lunch in a bathroom stall that day. He looked at his reflection, desperately wishing he could change it. He sighed and got dressed. He had to leave early since he now had no car and his parents weren't home. He plugged his headphones into his phone. Holt had gotten them into this situation, only fitting that he deal with it.

Holt Hyde cursed under his breath as he walked to school. Although the weather was warming, mornings in March were still frigid. He sighed in relief as he approached Monster High.

“Heya there, sweetpea,” Operetta drawled in greeting as Holt waltzed through the front doors of the school.

“What’s good, Oppy?” Holt responded, his usual loud and energetic self even at the early hour.

“Just peachy keen like always, hun. Say, you seen the Ghostly Gossip lately?” She asked.

“Nah, we usually stay away from that garbage ever since that story about us and Frankie. Humiliated the poor ghoul and almost tanked our relationship. It really ain’t cool what they're doin’.” He replied nonchalantly.

“Oh. Okay. Well sugar, you know you can tell me anythang you wanna, right?” She continued.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Thanks Oppy.” That was kinda weird for the rough and tumble ghoul to say, but honestly Holt was just glad their botched attempt at dating didn’t mess up their friendship. Oppy was a cool ghoul.

“What’s the word, cool cats?” Came a new voice.

“Johnny!”

“Johnny.”

Johnny spirit sauntered casually down the main corridor of Monster High, and students jumped out of his way as if he had the plague. He put his arm around Operetta’s shoulder. “Hey, babe.”

Holt snorted. “I’ll never get why everyone lets you float around like you own the place.”

Johnny shrugged. “Guess they don’t have a choice. Besides, I never see you doing anything about it,” he replied with a bit of challenge in his tone. Holt rolled his eyes.

“You know you don’t scare us, Spirit. Anyway, it seems like Oppy’s got you on a leash without our help.”

Johnny bristled at that “Y’know Hyde, I’m gettin’ real sick of-”

“Why don’t we scamper on down to the catacombs and finish that new song we been workin on, sugarpie?” Operetta cut in. She really didn’t want to deal with a fistfight this early.

The couple walked away and Holt made toward the auditorium. He found the symphony on stage setting up and dashed up to join them, plugging his guitar into its amp. Jennifire was nearby greasing the corks on her clarinet. He huffed and sat down next to her.

“Another run in with the phantom pianist?” She asked, not even looking up.

“That guy is such a jerk!”

She chuckled and shook her head. “You boys are so easily provoked; I may never understand it. My brothers were just the same. He has done not to insight your anger.”

Holt really hated to admit it, but she was right. Johnny really didn't scare Holt, and he knew a little better than to try that tough guy act on Jackson. Plus, it was kinda funny seeing guys like Heath and Manny faint when he walked past them.

“Your emotions run like wildfire, I am very impressed you came to terms so easily with your end.” She continued.

Wait. What. “My what now?”

“Of course, it must be so hard for you to talk about. I am sorry.” A tear fell from her eye and promptly turned to smoke upon hitting her face.

“Jen, are you okay?” Holt asked, facing her.

She smiled. “Yes, I will be okay. So kind of you to think of me.”

“Okay, Okay, enough chit chat. Places people!” The director yelled as he approached the stage. Well. That was weird. Holt took his place in the stool beside the amp and looked up as the director began counting them off.

After an awkward hour of rehearsal, they were dismissed to second period. Holt emerged out into the crowd of students in the hall. Jennifire was nowhere to be found, so he made his way toward the art room. His Spotify playlist suddenly changed to a song by Pierce the Veil. He pulled out his phone to skip it and saw he had a message from Jackson. He scoffed. If D-low had told him what was wrong, would he be asking? JJ could be so oblivious. Maybe it was just a normie thing.

He took his usual seat in front of his canvas and continued his painting for this week.

“Psst, Holt.” he heard a whisper. He turned and met the shiny magenta eyes of retired popstar Catty Noir. “We’re turning up at Cleo’s place on Saturday, you in?”

“Yeah totally- oh, nevermind. We can’t make it, we kinda got a...thing that day.”

“Oh,” she said, looking kind of taken aback. “It’s that soon?”

“What was that?”

“ I said I’ll see you soon!” she hastily corrected herself as she got up and turned in her painting, promptly leaving the art room. Man, everyone's acting off today. He touched up his work and quickly followed suit.

He basically had the rest of the period to himself, so he decided to riff on his guitar for a little bit. He couldn’t do it in the building anymore ever since that one time Headmistress Bloodgood caught him, so he moved to the front steps and set his bag beside him.

“Hey Holt!”

Holt turned towards the front of the school. “Frankie Fine-Stein! Where have you been hiding?” Her skin glowed a light mint green and her eyes sparked in the sun. Just as bootiful as ever. She sat on the step beside him.

“I was actually just in the library. I found this book about the original Jekyll and Hyde. It was way harsh; It said that Edward Hyde trampled a child in the streets of London, is that true?”

“Nuh-uh! Those stuffy normie’s didn’t like that grandpa’s were different so they dragged their reputation through the dirt!” Holt declared passionately. “Some of the people they charged him with killing didn’t even exist in the first place! Then they made Dr. Jekyll out to be a complete basket case and threw them both in jail! That is until they got bailed out by our great-great-grandma, Lucy.”

“Oh, man. I didn’t know any of that!” Frankie replied. She actually knew all about it, she had heard the exact same thing from Jackson before. They were both incredibly salty about the smear campaign launched against their great-great-grandparents that made their family flee to America in the first place, and you could hardly bring it up around them without a passionate rant. Frankie felt a little bad about bringing up something she knew was a sore subjet for them, but she had to make sure Spectra and the other ghouls didn’t get caught. It was for their own good, right?

Her phone buzzed in her lap and she glanced down. “Spectra got something, meet us back in the library.” Clawdeen. Frankie jumped up. “Sorry, Holt, I really gotta go.”

Holt watched her go in curiosity. He checked the time and quickly jumped up himself and dashed back inside the building. The only way to not be late now was to go through Section C, the so-called “vampires only” hallway. It really irked them when other monster’s used it, but he didn’t really care when it was either that or detention. As he made his way through he felt someone glaring at him, and met eyes with a large group of the former prep-school vampires. He braced himself, but instead of giving him grief like they usually did, they just let him pass. They were acting weird, but so was everyone else. Oh well, he didn’t really have time to think about it now.

Holt’s third period was Chemistry 2 with Mr. Hack. No thanks. Science was never his strong suit. Plus, there was seriously something off about this particular teacher. He just took a little too much pleasure in the cutting open of living things for Holt’s liking. He pulled out his phone.

“Keep an eye out. Today’s been weird, Bro.” He typed the message out and then disconnected his phone from his headphones. The world went dark.

Jackson blinked a few times. What was that ringing sound? “Oh, shOOT!” He bolted through the closest door- which just happened to be the right one- and took his seat as the bell finished ringing.

Mr. Hack passed out a hefty amount of worksheets to the class. “Okay class: no whispering, no talking, no looking around, no coughing or sneezing, no you can’t use the bathroom, and if I catch you on your cell phone the whole class gets detention. You have until the end of the class to complete the worksheets or it's a 0 for today.”

Everyone groaned. Good old Mr. Hack. Charming and likeable. Jackson tried to ignore the stares and whispers in his direction as he did his work. He knows he’s different, don’t they ever get tired of reminding him? Were they all paying more attention to him than usual, or was it just his imagination? He blazed through his work in about 20 minutes, it was just some simple thermodynamics equations. He looked up and noticed that Mr. Hack was asleep. Typical. Half the class were on their phones and the other half were talking amongst themselves. He pulled his phone out and saw Holt’s message.

Huh. Maybe it wasn’t just his imagination then, everyone was acting a little odd. Granted, every day at Monster High was pretty weird. Last week they had lost their school crest in a rollerblading contest and the school nearly toppled over, so maybe he could just ignore whatever this was.

The bell finally rang for lunch. He set his work on Mr. Hack’s desk as he jolted awake and practically ran from the room. He shot Clair a text

“Okay, transportation is set and decorations bought. Am I forgetting anything?”

“Measurements, goofy.” She responded almost instantly.

“Oh, right. I can get a tape measure from the woodshop teacher and get them during lunch.”

“Have you told the other monsters about Saturday?”

“No. I just don’t know how they’ll react, y’know?”

“Aren’t they always telling you about how you don’t belong? So why would they care?”

“Yeah you’re probably right. It’s just a difficult situation.”

“Yeah, I hear you. Let me know how it goes.”

Looking down at his phone, he didn’t notice Draculara until he bumped her as he passed.

“So sorry!” He exclaimed.

“It’s alright.” She reassured him as she walked away. She made her way to the library where her friends were already gathered around in a circle. Spectra floated in the center.

“What’s this all about?” Draculara asked.

“While Frankie had Holt distracted, Spectra looked in his locker.”

“Well what did she find?” Cleo demanded.

“Just this. It appears to be a receipt for some kind of car rental.”

Clawd glanced at his phone. “Heath says Jackson is in the boys locker room right now taking measurements of himself and writing them down.” He told the group.

“Then what Spectra said is true.” Fraknie finally admitted. The room fell into extended silence.

“Well we can at least show Jackson he means something to us.” Draculara spoke up.

“Yeah,” Frankie agreed, “we can do something nice for him and Holt.”

“What are we going to do? Hijack the gym and throw a huge party during lunch?” Cleo asked sardonically.

“You’re on a roll Cleo! It’ll be closed tomorrow, but we can do it Friday!” Clawdeen agreed.

Cleo smiled. Very well then. Friday would be a day for the monster history books.

#jackson jekyll #holt hyde #frankie #draculara #clawdeen #spectra vondergeist #operetta #johnny spirit #monster high #mh

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whoreforpunz · 3 years

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kiss it off me - chapter one

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dreamnap

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Dream's eyes raked frantically over the limited options in his wardrobe. He was already running late thanks to rush hour traffic and he didn't want to mess up this date. Not when this guy actually seemed normal and someone he could genuinely grow to like. Being in his situation didn't exactly give him the opportunity to go out that much and neither of his best friends beloved him until he showed them the message.

Long, calloused fingers ran over the various hangers until he reached a dark green button up. They were going to a restaurant but not an extremely fancy one so he could get away with a pair of jeans with it. Glancing in the mirror on the adjacent wall, Dream ran a hand through his dirty blond locks tousling them until he was satisfied.

He slowly buttoned up the emerald fabric until he got to the top two. After a brief moment of consideration he left them both open purposefully, it looked better that way. Bronzed skin exposed along with his prominent collarbone. Even he couldn’t find a fault with his appearance.

Swallowing the nerves that were building up inside he forced himself out the door knowing that if he stayed any longer he would just talk himself out of it.

He left the small apartment and jogged down the stairs to the lobby before exiting it to find his old, run-down car. It struggled to run most days but seeing as it still worked and Dream couldn't afford a new one yet, he made do.

The engine hummed nosily when he started the car and reversed out of his space. Soft music played in the background in an attempt to calm his desperately trembling knuckles so he didn't crash his car before he even got there. His journey was familiar along with the flashing scenery that disappeared just as quickly as it came into peripheral .

Dream sped along the winding roads to the other side of town where his closest and only real friends George and Wilbur resided with Wilbur's son Tommy. Seeing as he was also a single father, both of them made an effort to help each other out when they needed it except it was usually Wilbur helping Dream since he had the additional help of George. But Wilbur got it. Sure their situations weren’t the exact same but it was comforting to have someone so close to him in the same scenario.

As he reached their apartment block, Dream halted the car rapidly and grabbed the small bag he placed in the passenger seat and he slammed the door. Running up the stairs was difficult since they lived on a much higher floor than him and the elevator was out of use.

Unfortunately he didn't get to go to the gym as much as he would've liked to. In high school he'd been rather athletic and got a lot of attention for it. But that's what landed him in his current situation. Not that he didn't appreciate the blessing that came out of his mistake but there was always a small feeling of regret in the back of his mind.

Noise was emitted from their apartment from the stairwell and Dream chuckled when he heard the shrieks of laughter that undoubtedly belonged to Tommy.

The scene he was greeted with upon opening the creaky door was one that was typical of visiting George and Wilbur's place after work. Tommy and Tubbo were being chased by Wilbur as the two young boys who still had the remnants of their dinner smeared around their mouths attempted to bang on the door which he knew lead to George's room.

It was more of a struggle than he'd like to admit to hold back his sniggers at the sight. Tommy terrorised his dad's roommate at any given chance, even without Tubbo, but having his best friend at his side just amped up that energy and fed into his mischievous tendencies.

Their frantic dashing around the living room, trying to get into George's room which also functioned as his office proved to be futile as Wilbur scooped them gently into his arms and then strung the duo who were still shrieking with obnoxious laughter onto his shoulders, tickling their sides lightly as he did so.

Only then did Tubbo notice his dad's presence at the doorway. He nearly jumped off from where he was perched comfortably on Wilbur's shoulder. Running into Dream's arms with an excited squeal and attaching onto his leg, bearing a startling resemblance to a koala. This was a moment of domestic bliss. Of elevated suburbia to where it could be considered art. Dream had lifted his child off his leg and pulled him closely into his chest. Tubbo snuggled into him and let out a content sigh as Dream rubbed comforting little circles into his back.

The moment was short lived, Tommy was climbing his leg - well attempting to climb it so he could reach Tubbo and they could go back to playing together. Eventually Dream put Tubbo back on the ground gently and reluctantly watched as the two boys immediately engaged themselves in their previous game. Will shook his head fondly at the joyful giggles that filled the apartment once more.

Seeming to sense that it was safe to come out for a while, George emerged from his room but not before making sure to lock it after himself. Tommy had gotten in once before and been such a menace that they banned him from going in there. To tell the truth Dream was envious of the taller man who adorned mustard yellow sweaters and had the support of his family along with his perfect best friend. Dream was all alone.

Sure he had Tubbo who was more than enough, his little boy alone could make him infinitely happy. However his heart ached and longed for some kind of support, whether it was platonic or romantic. Wilbur and George server the platonic purpose but he didn't like to intrude on them more than he already did. They were already extremely helpful by collecting Tubbo from school with Tommy everyday because Dream would never be able to make it in time. Maybe if this date worked out though, he might find his other half.

Dream wasn't certain he believed in soulmates. In high school when he was beyond naive, the idea had seemed perfectly plausible and he truly believed he had found his in Tubbo's mother. Well that didn't end up being the case he reminded himself whenever his mind would drift to her. It never happened intentionally but Tubbo had her eyes and he couldn't meet his gaze without thinking of the woman who broke his heart into smithereens.

The concept wasn't something he had a lot of faith in anymore but maybe this time it could be different. That was a lot of faith to put in a tinder date of all things though. Even with George and Wilbur persistently trying to get him back into dating for the last year and a half, Dream had politely refused their efforts. Well, until now.

He remembered it clearly like yesterday, the three of them sat on the couch after Wilbur and Dream had put the boys to bed which was a challenge. Tommy and Tubbo were a nightmare to get to sleep when they were having a sleepover and you had to exhaust them to ensure they didn't wake up ten minutes later and start chatting for half the night. George hadn't bothered to help them and had instead chosen to nap on the couch but not after opening a bottle of red wine and pouring himself a glass.

Dream and Wilbur had found him half asleep on the grey fabric, wine glass tipping dangerously in his hand. Dream had placed it on the coffee table as George stirred in his sleep and blinked wearily. The three men all held a glass of red wine and maintained idle chatter until a natural halt occurred in the conversation. In which Dream seized the opportunity to try bring up something that had been lingering in the back of his mind for a while. And what better people to ask than his two closest friends. His two only friends.

It was impossible to forget the cheshire grin that formed on Wilbur's face after he confided in them about his loneliness and wanting to get back into dating. Dream was shaking inside as they discussed it, heart fluttering and beating so rapidly that it felt as though it would just burst out of his chest as any moment without warning. Both of them had relished in the opportunity to tease him lightly but he knew it was just their way of showing support.

George had grabbed his laptop with a slight smirk and began typing so quickly that Dream couldn't tell what he was doing. Wilbur raised an eyebrow at what George was setting up before the two of them turned around at the same time, facing him eerily.

"I feel like I'm about to be inducted into a cult," Dream commented, a nervous air to his tone.

Wilbur shared a glance with George "not a cult but we're signing you up to tinder..."

His eyes widened comically fast "wait what? guys I can barely talk to you in person - I won't be able to hold a conversation with some stranger online."

"You were literally the biggest Chad in school," George pointed out "you'll be fine."

Dream still wasn't convinced about the idea "but isn't this more of a like straight person thing...shouldn't we use grindr?"

In sync again, to the point where Dream was actually both curious and concerned about how many times they must practice this, George and Wilbur shared a look and appeared to be on the edge of laughter.

"What?" Dream asked, not getting why they found it so funny. Maybe it was just the contrast to how straight he'd acted and thought he was in high school and now he was fully out.

"Oh innoncent little Dreamie," Wilbur teased condescendingly while George giggled "you're too classy for grindr darling."

Whether that supposed to be a compliment or some weird backhanded one Dream didn't know "isn't it for gay guys though?"

George seemed to have had enough of drawing out the whole situation "it depends Dream, do you want to get dicked down for a night or do you want to try find a relationship."

"I'm not leaving Tubbo for a night just to get dick," Dream said pointedly "and wait...are you calling me a bottom?"

George clapped his hands together awkwardly "so anyway for your pictures I was thinking-"

Dream was persistent though and a mischievous gleam that was oddly similar to the one Tommy and Tubbo had appeared in his gaze. George had placed his wine glass back on the coffee table so Dream full on tackled him and tickled his sides relentlessly.

Wilbur joined in and both of the taller men were teasing George about being so ticklish everywhere. After George started fighting back and regained some breath, the trio stared up at the ceiling from where they were pilled up on top of each other on the old carpet. It wasn't exactly comfortable but his best friends made it bearable.

Wilbur broke the silence eventually by blurting out something that left them all cackling down loud that it woke Tommy and Tubbo from their slumber. Yet they had followed his advice and put the so called hottest picture Wilbur's ever seen of Dream at the front of his profile.

Dream supposed that he could see the appeal of it, he had looked good there. Eyes a unique hue of green that bared a striking resemblance to the new spring growth, bright and soft all at once. Along with a white shirt only half buttoned and veiny knuckles which adorned a set of rings. It was at least a year old this picture, he couldn't exactly remember when but Wilbur had demanded that he used it.

The other one that the two British men used for him was a surprise. One that he had from the gym, a light layer of sweat coating the surface of his chest, shimmering in the light. His muscles were slightly flexed, not enough for it to be cringy but they were eye-catching. He hadn't looked that good in a while, work had picked up more than usual and Tubbo had started school in the time since the picture was taken. Even he couldn't deny that he looked hot though and both of his friends strongly agreed.

Yet despite their confidence in their work, neither of the two believed him at first when he said that he had been talking to a guy and secured a date. The look on their faces after he proved them wrong had been worth it though.

A tug at his leg brought Dream out of the never ending stream of thoughts in his head and he glanced down to see Tubbo smiling up at him giving him the sweetest, softest stare. If Wilbur's tall frame wasn't blocking his view of the mirror, Dream was certain he'd be greeted with the sight of himself completely overcome with love and adoration.

"Dad can I please sleepover tonight?" Tommy wants to show me his new plushie." Tubbo asked.

Dream's smile widened as he told Tubbo that he could causing his little bit to hug him tightly before joining his best friend once more.

"George and I will take care of him," Wilbur placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder blade.

He didn't know how to respond to that so Dream just nodded in appreciation. There were so many worries coursing through his brain, all of them building up to the point where he could feel himself begin to shake. His body trembled ever so slightly and Will looked concerned. At first the date had seemed like a good idea, a chance to get into dating after nearly two years of working up the courage to even try again.

Now he was seriously regretting his decision though. What if this guy was nothing like who he said he was? Did he like kids? Was he prepared to deal with the surprise of Dream having a kid?

Dream couldn't even ask the latter question despite it being the most essential one. Nobody would want to take on the responsibility of dating a guy who had a child. Tubbo wasn't that young, there were no smelly nappies or bottles involved anymore but it was still a lot to ask of someone. Dream didn't want Tubbo to be just viewed as a burden or accessory to him, he would always come first.

The states he received whenever he dropped Tubbo to school in the morning were intense, full of preconceived judgements. He had a right to be nervous about the outcome of this date though, how it would go if he revealed that he was actually a single dad. It was better to lie than to make himself vulnerable though. For both himself and Tubbo.

They couldn't get attached to someone who would just up and leave them. Not like last time.

"Are you alright Dream?" George shook him gently.

Dream wasn't alright but despite all of his nerves, something was telling him to go on the date. And if he didn't go willingly, George and Wilbur would march him back down the stairs and drive him all the way to the restaurant themselves just to ensure that he went. They meant well but as soon as he'd brought the idea up, neither of the two had let go of it, both equally persistent.

"Yeah you kept zoning out," Wilbur added.

Dream shrugged in an effort to dismiss it "just some pre-date jitters," he lied smoothly - well was it really a lie "you know...it's been a long time since I've gone out anywhere, let alone on a date."

"Maybe he can help you unwind," Wilbur wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"I'm leaving," Dream groaned "bye George I'll see you later."

"Why is George the only one to get a goodbye?" Wilbur whined as Dream headed for the door again.

"He's pretty," Dream rolled his eyes "bye Will."

In the distance he could hear what sounded like words of affirmation, reassuring him that it was all going to work out. Or at least he hoped they were words of encouragement. This date could turn out amazing but the stress it was putting him under before he'd even driven to the place wasn't.

Dream had never actually been to the restaurant that the other man had suggested. It was on the outskirts of town, quite far away from his apartment and a bit out of his and Tubbo's budget. Not that Tubbo cared, he'd order chicken nuggets no matter where they were. As his car crawled up the busy road, his nerves increased tenfold and the anxious feeling bubbling inside of him was overwhelming.

When he reached the destination just two minutes before they were supposed to meet, Dream let out a sigh of relief. He didn't want to make a bad first impression by being late or causing the other boy to panic and think he wasn't going to come at all. In the fairly empty car park, illuminated only by a flickering pink neon sign across the road and one faded street lamp, Dream hyped himself up inside, working up the nerve to get out and meet this guy.

A warm atmosphere, golden even, greeted him as he pushed the wooden door open. The hostess immediately guided him to a table in the back right of the restaurant where the guy was already sitting. This place was beyond what Dream had expected, it wasn't supposed to be that fancy or expressive but the deep red walls with golden accents proved that wrong.

His jaw unhinged slightly and Dream froze once he made eye contact with the brunette man sitting at the table for two by himself. He wrung his hands together anxiously on the white tablecloth, not having noticed Dream approaching the table. The blonde was blown away though, he hadn't thought it to be possible but he somehow looked even better than his pictures and they were, well they were something else.

Small stubble lined the edge of soft cheeks that were tinted a pale pink and luscious lips captivated him. Just when he thought he couldn't be more enthralled by the man sitting at the table, his gaze shifted upwards and oh fuck his eyes. They were beautiful and Dream couldn't stop himself from staring.

Brown eyes. So deep that he could feel himself getting lost in them already and it had been mere seconds. Dark, rich and decadent pools that reminded Dream of the colour of fresh earth after rain. Even in the dim light, he could tell they'd be stunning in the sunlight, brilliant and clear. They'd melt into shocking golden rays or copper against honey and shade. He was entrancing beyond all fathomable belief. Little flicks of jet black eyeliner tracing the edge of his lids.

Dream tried to keep his expression as neutral as possible but that proved to be rather difficult considering how long he'd stared at his date. Nevertheless, he let a confident yet faint smirk form in an attempt to convey a calm persona and not the man closer to crumbling than an eroded cliff or a rapid landslide.

With a similar bravado to his high school self, Dream smiled coyly "you're Sapnap right?"

He reflected a similar smirk "I don't know am I? It depends whose asking."

Dream hadn't anticipated being this attracted to a man's voice ever but here he was. Smooth, dulcet tones laced with something sweeter than honey that only drew Dream in more of that was possible. His voice was compelling and he'd only just spoken but Dream was hooked. Like a siren pulling him into the deep end to drown him, Dream would willingly let him do it though. The nerves had been soothed slightly but he was wondering what he'd done to deserve to go on a date with a man this gorgeous.

"I'm Dream," he introduced himself smoothly with a charming grin.

Despite already knowing his name, the other man rose an eyebrow at it before a teasing half smile grew on his face "hmm are you going to say you're the man of my dreams now?"

He chuckled quietly "I could be but no, cheesy pick up lines aren't really my thing."

"Good because I would've left if you had," Sapnap remarked casually "and it would've been such a shame because the pictures really don't do you justice."

Now it was Dream's turn to raise an eyebrow "oh really?"

Sapnap nodded, tauntingly slow "you were already attractive but wow - I didn't know I was going on a date with someone who looks like they could be a Greek god."

Normally comments like that didn't get to Dream but there was something about him and his stupidly perfect southern drawl that was even more prominent in that comment. So he could feel his cheeks flush an embarrassing shade of crimson and Sapnap noticed. He didn't mention it but Dream saw the hint of a satisfied smirk creep onto his face.

Their intensely held stare was promptly removed by the arrival of a waiter at the secluded table. dream was grateful for their intervention because it gave him the chance to catch his breath which he didn't realise he'd been holding in anticipation. As Sapnap gave his order, Dream took the opportunity to admire him further since he wouldn't notice it. A silver chain hung from his neck and if he wasn't imagining things , there was a small tattoo on his right bicep.

"And for you sir?" The waiter turned to him expectantly.

Dream hadn't payed attention to what Sapnap had chosen, nor had he even read through the menu but he wasn't going to admit that.

"The same," he answered with as much confidence as he could muster up.

A nod from the waiter lead him to intense but the sly and mocking expression Sapnap bore let him know that he hadn't been as slick and subtle as he would've liked to think.

"Did you even hear what I ordered?" He asked, the amusement evident in his voice.

"No," Dream found himself blurting out before he could stop "please tell me you didn't order something gross like cow liver."

Sapnap's face was deadpan, totally neutral and unreadable "that's my favourite," and he kept it like that for a moment to internally snigger at Dream's expression of utter horror "I'm joking dude, I ordered steak don't worry."

Dream's eyes widened comically as he exclaimed "you dickhead!" but they both knew his words weren't genuine.

"Maybe," Sapnap shrugged indifferently "but it's not really my problem, you were the one who couldn't look away from me long enough to read it."

“And what if I was,” Dream retorted “I can’t help it when you look like that.”

It was Sapnap’s turn to flush brightly and the two fell into a natural flow of teasing comments as they got to know each other further. Dream was surprised at how easy talking to Sapnap came to him, there was never a dull or silent moment in their conversation and he didn’t have to overthink it or portray himself in a certain way. Something that he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Sapnap was in his final year of college, studying computer science which surprised Dream considering he worked in it. He was freaking out way more than he’d liked to admit over this information but kept it hidden behind a collected facade. Part of him was a bit worried about being five years older than Sapnap before coming on the date but they had so many common interests and meshed so well that those thoughts were quickly silenced.

The tattoo on his bicep was a little one of a cat. Not the first thing Dream was expecting given his aesthetic and personality but he learnt that Sapnap had three cats and that the tattoo had been a dare while on a night out and it had been the first thing to come to mind. Nevertheless Dream found it adorable how it completely juxtaposed his appearance.

As the two were finishing up their steak, Dream felt his phone vibrating in the back pocket of his jeans. Worry instantly overcame him, he’d left it on do not disturb for everyone except George and Wilbur in case there was an emergency with Tubbo or something went wrong. Obviously something had happened. It was a shame that it had to occur in the middle of his date and that said date would probably hate him for ditching and he’d ruin any chances at love for the foreseeable future. But Tubbo was his number one priority and that wasn’t going to change, no matter how much it hurt him.

Visions of all his worst nightmares sprang to the forefront of his mind and Dream cursed his active imagination because it really wasn’t helping put him at ease. How could he try to reassure himself that it wasn’t anything too serious, hope that things were alright when all of the worst scenarios imaginable were tormenting him.

He winced slightly as he faced the concerned expression Sapnap wore. “I’m really sorry for this but I have to go, like now, it’s urgent.”

“Oh,” the other man breathed softly, not knowing how to react or what to say.

“My friend called, I told them not to unless it was an emergency. I’m sorry Sapnap.”

Before the younger man even had a chance to check he was alright or say goodbye, Dream had gotten up from the table and left some money on the side for the meal. Part of him was tempted to go back and make it a rain check and that they’d continue this date another time, but he had a feeling this just fucked everything up. Sapnap probably believed he was lying and just trying to get away from the date but no matter how much it hurt both of them, it was easier than explaining that he was a single dad this early on in a potential relationship.

Dream overtook a string of slow vehicles and was definitely going above the speed limit. But that wasn’t his concern even though it should have been. He needed to get to Tubbo. To make sure he was safe and help solve whatever problem had arisen. While stuck at a red light he texted George to let him know that he was on the way home, he would’ve called, demanding to know what happened but he knew it would just stress him out even more and there would be no way he could focus on driving.

When he reached the apartment building that he’d been at just a few hours prior, Dream nearly forgot to lock his car in his haste to get to Tubbo. He ran up the stairs at a speed that he didn’t know was possible in his current physical state and banged harshly on the wooden door to get their attention. Wilbur opened it quickly and guided him over to the room where the boy’s had been sleeping.

And curled up in a little ball over a bowl of what appeared to be vomit was Tubbo. Pearlescent and trembling but still reaching out towards him, longing for the comfort of his dad. Tommy was patting his arm awkwardly, unsure as to how he could support and help him but wanting to help or reassure his best friend somehow.

Dream pulled Tubbo close to his chest, not caring if he ended up getting sick on him. After raising a baby all by himself from day one, that didn’t phase him. In the back of his mind Sapnap lingered along with the pure bliss he’d experienced on their date. He wanted desperately to say he regretted leaving without much of an explanation but it was easier this way. It had to be.

#oneshot #mcyt fic #dreamwastaken #sapnap #dreamnap

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pokeprism · 3 years

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Pokemon Found Family: Chapter 3 (Divisions)

This is the third chapter of Pokemon Found Family, my pokemon fanfic!

I’m always up for questions!

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Several days have passed since Jane has gotten her citizenship in Mischief Valley. She has been making routine stops to the valley’s berry gardens, the valley’s main food supply, and has adjusted rather well to the valley. Much like Jane, Geist has been in a routine of assisting with the repairs needed for Cyrus’s temple alongside the restoration force. On top of that, Geist has been mentally preparing for the day that Moshe, the governor of the valley, has been feverishly working toward. Moshe the sableye has been known for his hardworking nature even before he became Mischief Valley’s governor, seeing as he restored the restoration force to service almost single handedly. This feat alone made him the prime candidate for being Mischief Valley’s new governor, and that’s why he won the seat in the following year. But anyways, the day Moshe, Geist, and the restoration force have been waiting for dawns, and Moshe himself stands at where the noble precession is expected to arrive.

Jane is the first pokemon awake in Geist’s dwelling this morning. The young eevee yawns and stretches much like a small, mammalian pet would, then hops over to her recently obtained berry basket, a gift from Sophie the krookodile. She picks it up in her mouth, then starts toward the door as Geist wakes up. Jane's ears twitch as she hears the waking gengar, and turns her head in the direction of his bed.

Jane sets her basket on the floor before saying “Hey Geist! Good morning!”

Geist yawns, then says “Good morning to you too, Jane.” as he gets out of bed.

“Is something important happening today? You’re up early.”

Geist’s already drab expression communicates more to Jane than intended. “Yeah, today’s the tour of the valley for some foreign nobles or whatever. I’m supposed to be on ‘my best behavior’ or something.”

Jane gets a glint in her eye. “Oh? Why is that?”

“Well, these nobles are here to inspect the valley, but what that actually means is that they want to examine me, Moshe, and Sophie. I’ve been sick of their obvious double speak, but Moshe doesn’t want to look suspicious, so I’m stuck with being inspected like this.”

“Huh. Would you like me to come with you?”

“I’d love that, but Moshe has told me to keep you out of this.”

“Oh…”

“I’m sorry Jane, I should have-”

Jane cuts in with “You’ve done nothing wrong, Geist. I’ll just go get some berries for us both while you handle that, alright?”

Geist snaps to attention. “I’ll try my best, Jane. I’m hoping nothing stupid happens.” He begins to walk toward the door as he continues with “See you later, Jane.”

Geist walks past Jane and goes out the door, headed for the northern entrance of the valley. After Geist slips out of Jane’s view, she picks up her berry basket and begins to walk in the direction of the berry gardens, which ends up being in the opposite direction of where Geist is off to.

Moshe sees the start of the precession’s approach. They are right on time, just as Moshe was informed, and Moshe is thinking up a greeting just before he notices Geist’s absence. Moshe looks around for a moment, then sees Geist in the distance walking toward him at a brisk pace. Moshe has a mini freak out at this, mostly on the basis of getting deer-in-the-headlights syndrome from the approaching precession, and somewhat because of his anxiety of having to communicate with Geist in the precession’s presence. Geist, a little closer by this point, notices Moshe’s panicked expression and the start of the precession. Thinking fast, Geist initiates a phantom force and transports himself next to Moshe, emerging from the floor to the sableye’s right. Moshe watches Geist as he phases out of the floor, and comfortable in the knowledge that his curator is at his side, regains his bearing as he looks back to the oncoming precession. The nobles present in the precession are Rumble Raichu, the Ferrostock Range’s chancellor, Mimir Emboar, the minister of the Northern Coalands, Hill Stoutland, Pawland’s prime minister, and finally a quiet noibat sitting on Hill’s back. Moshe raises an eyebrow at the noibat, seeing as they weren’t mentioned in the message he got this morning, but Geist is deeply suspicious of the whole precession thanks to his tarnished view of today’s tour. Hill steps forward and bows to Moshe, making the noibat on his back snap to attention in order to remain on the stoutland. Rumble and Mimir see Hill’s gesture and quickly replicate it.

Hill, still bowing, looks to Moshe and says “Greetings, governor Moshe Sableye. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Moshe mimics the gesture and replies “It’s an honor to have you visit my realm, Lord Hill.”

Hill gets back into a standing position as he says “Anyways, I would enjoy laying out where we wanted to investigate before the tour begins in earnest.” Hill turns to Rumble with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh right!” Rumble begins, “We wish to inspect the citizenship office, Cyrus’s temple, the governor’s office, and the berry gardens today.”

Moshe nods as he says “Very well.” The nodding comes to a stop as Moshe adds “Shall we begin?”

“Yes, we’d like to carry on.” Hill answers.

“Alright then, follow me if you will.” Moshe replies.

Moshe looks to Geist to observe his curator’s expression, which was initially looking away. Geist notices the sudden attention and ends up looking first toward Moshe, then toward the precession.

Geist’s uneasy delivery communicates more than he wanted. “Of course Moshe!”

Moshe smiles, turns toward the valley, and begins to walk. The precession begins to follow, thus beginning the precession’s tour through the valley.

In the citizenship office, Sophie is preparing for the inspection she’s been dreading. She’s moved the door boulder, she’s cleaned her office as much as an indention into a cliff can be, and has taken a seat behind the counter, trying to rest for at least a moment. After a moment of quiet, the door to her home opens, and Jazz Drizzile walks out of the entryway. Sophie notices her adopted son’s presence, and turns in his direction.

“What do you need today, sweetpea?” Sophie asks.

Her tone seems off in Jazz’s frame of reference. “Uh, are you okay mom?”

Sophie, despite her exhaustion and hazy mind, responds with perfect clarity. “Jazzy, momma’s expecting some important people to come by today. Go hang out with a friend for today.”

“Okay mom.” Jazz begins to walk back into their home’s entrance, still wide open, then looks back toward his adoptive mother. “I hope your day gets better.”

Sophie smiles at Jazz, then Jazz, after returning the pleasant gaze, simply waves goodbye and closes the door. Sophie redirects her attention to the entrance to her office, and begins to wait for the precession to arrive.

Moshe, Geist, and the precession members had walked close to the center of the valley. Hill hadn’t accounted for the desert-like climate and was buckling under the heat of the day, and his noibat companion was feeling much the same thanks to being in Hill’s thick fur. Unknown to the rest of the precession and thus their guides through the valley, this noibat is of the hidden ability variety, meaning their ability, telepathy, makes them the perfect medium to get messages back to Pawland. Paul, the noibat in question, was briefed on their status as a communicator for this visit, and was told to look for a specific pokemon that had so far evaded the wishes of the king of Pawland. Back in the moment, Moshe stops and looks up at the side of the valley, causing the rest of the precession to stop and look in the same direction. Geist, who saw Moshe stop after everyone else did, awkwardly stops and rejoins the group.

Moshe then turns toward the precession. “Do any of you have a compunction about heights?” Moshe asks.

“No, not at all sir Moshe.” Mimir replies. “I know at least Rumble and I aren’t acrophobes.”

“Acrophobia isn’t a concern for me or my companion either.” Hill adds.

“Good. That means we can get up to the citizenship office with little issue.”

Moshe begins to walk to the stairs that lead to the citizenship office. Hill, seeing Moshe’s path, softly sighs and begins to follow, prompting the rest of the precession plus Geist to continue on. As the tour tramps toward Sophie’s office, Sophie begins to hear an entente of footsteps, and their volume amps up as the seconds go by. After a moment of listening to the footsteps, Sophie snaps wide awake, thinking Oh shoot! That’s the precession!, as she lifts herself off the wall she had leaned against. In one snappy motion, she gets off the wall, zips over to the counter, and nestles one hand in the other as the precession enters without missing a beat. Hill comes in with a half done statement on his lips.

“... So which pokemon operates here, Lord Moshe?” Hill turns toward the counter as he adds “Anyone-”

Hill makes eye contact with the krookodile. “Oh. Lovely. What do you go by, krookodile?”

Sophie, not appreciative of Hill’s tone but not wanting to make a scene, smiles and says “I go by Sophie, Sir Hill. Pleasure to meet ya.”

“Huh. Well-”

Paul taps Hill hard enough that he stops speaking. A flash of realization crosses Hill’s face. “Oh excuse me, thought I could say something daft. Anywho, may I know of your process here?”

Sophie’s expression shifts from confusion at the word daft, to the realization that Hill’s companion was the only thing keeping him from an off-color remark. “Well, the citizenship process here in the valley starts by asking their name and preferred pronouns, to uphold our principle of politeness here. Then, I ask the pokemon’s age, place of origin, and if they are not of age to live alone, we ask them to provide a suggestion for who they want to live with. I record everything, then begin talkin’ with the valley’s organizers to allot the new citizen some resources.”

Mimir, who had stayed quiet thus far, pipes up with “May I ask what those resources might be?”

“Most of the resources in question are berry rations, and the rest depend on the pokemon’s own needs, like for example if they need an item for evolution, a specific housing need, or even somethin’ else if they suggest it.” Sophie answers.

“Well. That’s quite a system then.” Mimir says, surprised at Sophie’s clear description.

A brief silence is had. Rumble looks to Hill as the stoutland begins to speak. “This office is satisfactory.” Hill turns toward Mimir and Rumble. “Shall we move on to the temple?”

Moshe responds without missing a beat. “Yes, of course.”

Moshe begins walking back toward the exit to Sophie’s office. The others part of the tour see this and begin to follow. Geist, making sure he was the last one in line to leave, looks back to Sophie, and waits for her to return the gaze.

“Sophie, you did good. Let’s hope nothing goes wrong today!”

Sophie simply smiles and waves back to Geist as he makes a peace sign, then leaves to keep pace with the precession, with not a care in the world.

An hour or so has passed. With some difficulty, the noble guests to the valley had examined both Cyrus Pyroar’s Temple and Moshe’s office, and had begun their trek toward the berry gardens. Meanwhile, Jane had gotten done picking up her berry ration from the gardens, and was walking back to Geist’s dwelling. As Jane is walking back to where she is staying, she sees a group of pokemon going in the direction she’s departing from, and stops to get a closer look at them all. Upon closer inspection, Jane recognizes Moshe and Geist at the front of the group, but then she notices another familiar face, Hill Stoutland. Jane’s mind recoils at the thought of what would happen if Hill spotted her, seeing as this stoutland had a score to settle with her as it currently stood. Jane restarts her trek back to Geist’s home, and her pace quickens to a moderate jog as she begins to think more about what could happen. However, thanks to Paul’s keen eye, Paul quickly notices an eevee on the fringes of his vision, and having been told to look for an eevee, Paul quickly puts his ability to use.

Paul makes his observation clear to Hill by psychically messaging him with “Lord Hill. I’ve noticed an eevee a distance aways from us.”

Hill’s ears perk up as he comes to a stop. Hill quietly asks “Can you make out any other details, Paul?”

Paul takes another look at the eevee in the distance. “Not anything else, on account of the distance.” Paul psychically continues.

“Why don’t we ask Moshe? He is informed of all pokemon coming into the valley, and I don’t believe he will expect a thing.” Hill whispers.

“Sounds like a good option. But let’s wait until the tour is over.” the noibat transmits.

Hill then looks back toward where the group was, and noticing that the group has moved, opts to go back toward where the tour has headed. However, the precession, minus Hill and his plus one, gets done fast enough that they are out before Hill is able to get into the berry gardens. Moshe, who had not realized Hill’s absence until he left the gardens, is prepared to make amends.

“Oh! Lord Hill, Would you like to see the berry gardens as well? I-I didn’t notice-”

“It is fine, Moshe.” Moshe breathes a sigh of relief before Hill continues with “Anywho, I have a question of sorts for you.”

Moshe, Rumble, Mimir, and Geist, in that order, snap to attention at Hill’s statement.

Hill, seeing he has the floor, softly asks “Has an eevee moved into the valley recently?”

Mimir puts a hand to his face as Rumble rolls his eyes. Geist, noticing Mimir’s and Rumble’s reactions, looks to Hill with narrowed eyes. Paul initiates his ability to broadcast Moshe’s answer.

“Yes, there has actually.”

Hill, surprised, then asks “Oh. Do you have any other details you have on them?”

Moshe, unaware he’s essentially being recorded, continues with “Well, they go by she/her pronouns with the name Jane. She mentioned-”

Geist butts into the exchange with “Moshe, stop.”

Moshe looks up to Geist with a confused expression.

Geist, noticing his boss’s expression, takes on an extremely annoyed look. “You can’t just tell people about who just moved in like that!”

Moshe recognizes his mistake. “Oh!” Moshe makes a small, defeated sounding noise as an admission of guilt.

Paul stops transmitting the conversation as Hill clears his throat. “Anyways, has the tour come to a stop?”

“Yes, Hill. Feel free to leave anytime today.” Moshe says.

Hill turns around, then clears his throat, catching Rumble and Mimir’s attention. “Alright you two, it’s time to get back. We have duties to attend to.”

Hill begins to walk in the direction the precession came from, and after exchanging looks, Rumble and Mimir wave goodbye and begin following Hill’s lead.

Once both of them are a ways away, Geist says “Thank Arceus they’re gone.”

Moshe turns to Geist. “Geist, what warranted that?” Moshe says, annoyed.

“The fact that they were here to test you?”

Moshe shrugs. “I mean, fair.”

Geist mentally blanks for a moment. “Wait. You knew that was what they wanted to do?”

“I did. But I didn’t want to look suspicious, so here we are.”

“Alrighty then.” Geist then turns in the direction of his house. “Anyways, I need a nap. I’m going home to Jane. Don’t bother me for the next day.” Geist begins to walk away. “See ya later, Moshe.”

Moshe, feeling resigned to give his curator some time to recoup, just sighs and waves goodbye to Geist. Moshe then starts walking back to his home, without a care in the world.

#Jamie W. (Pokeprism)#pokemon fic #pokemon #pokemon found family #chapter 3 #divisions #4/4/2021

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mundanewayv · 4 years

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my neighbour is an alien. / hendery w.

2k neighbour au! requests for wayv are open so pop-by if you wish~ this is literally how i envision neighbour! hendery to be.

your neighbour was quite an alien. not exactly UFO-looking, in fact, he was rather a charmer; so much that the old ladies down the exercise corner swoons over him, talking about how he looks like some certain prince or male lead from their soap operas. he was the kind of neighbour that puts his name, which you learnt was Hendery, clear and big on his house door.

you could tell how he was about the same age from the way he decorated his balcony. he had those artificial carpet grass, a darts board that hung loosely from a poorly-positioned nail on the wall and somehow, an awfully mismatched pink flamingo was there amongst his decorations.

it's not like the both of you haven't met or spoke to each before. it was just that both your frequencies were a little different. when you were busy reading a book or doing some assignments, hendery would be doing some sort of karaoke practice with his speakers amped up to a maximum or if you were tending to your mini garden, he would be laying on his artificial grass, having a mini sun-tan session.

the awkward part came when your mails got mixed up. it was a common occurrence if you had neighbours like hendery; those who were too damn lazy to clear out the clutter in his mailbox but enjoys the lavish online shopping lifestyle.

some odd-shaped, sturdy, twirly-wirly object appeared in your mailbox one day and stuck onto its wrapper was the address sticker clearly written with your neighbour's name on it. there wasn't much of a corridor space so it took less than 3 steps before you were ringing doorbell. you stood there, examining the parcel as you waited for him to open the door.

"hey neighbour, what's up?" he greets you cheerfully from behind the door frame.

"your mail was in my mailbox." you passed him the parcel and he reaches out carefully to retrieve it. he takes a look at it, probably as confused as you were about what he bought and a bell seemed to have rung in his head and he swings his door open fully this time, exposing only a towel wrapped around his torso.

"wicked! the hamster slides are here!" hendery celebrates excitedly.

"what's taking you so long, hendery. the water's getting cold." another male emerges, also only with a towel around his torso and his arms crossed.

"ten, the hamster slides are here!" he turns around to show them to the other male. however, ten just waves him off and tells him he's going to add the bubbles.

"was i interrupting something?" you asked, when he was busy looking at the pink and green hamster slides.

"ah, no. of course not! you can join us if you want." your eyes widened at his offer, slightly shocked about how adventurous your neighbour was.

"you know what hendery, i think i'll just go back and feed my cat or something." you slowly inched backwards to your apartment.

"hey, i didn't get your name yet." he said, sounding a bit disappointed with your decline.

"uh, y/n would do." and you have never zoomed so quickly back into your house before.

the next time the both you met was the following morning, when you went out for your morning run. it seemed like ten stayed over considering how he and hendery were having a mini walkathon competition with the old ladies; their sportsbands secured around their heads and their arms close to their sides as their feet busied themselves. hendery spots you as you walked out of the apartment complex,

"hey y/n, taking your cat out for a walk?" hendery calls out to you. right. the imaginary cat that saved you from the adventures of the two male before you.

"nah, it ran away from home yesterday." you replied curtly and waved before going for your run.

a run alone gave you time to unwind and not put anyone against yourself unlike the rat race of your office. a familiar face appears in your periphery vision, pink sports band and white trainers as he picks up his pace to match yours. hendery gestured to you to take off a side of your headphones.

"slow down a little. i can't breathe,"

"to clear things up, me and ten didn't do anything yesterday. he came over to try the new hot tub i installed at home. right, ten?"

"yup." ten breathed out as he tried to get as much oxygen as possible whilst catching up with hendery.

"it's really good though. you should try it sometimes." he jogs in front of you, stopping you in your position.

"that's nice, hendery. thank you." you were genuinely touched, because your alien of a neighbour turned out to be the nicest person you ever knew.

both you and hendery became closer after that day. yes, you did try his hot tub as he asked you to and he even left the whole tub to you because he didn't want you to feel awkward so he sat on a chair by the tub and chatted with you. you would help feed and take his pesky golden pomeranian out for walks while he was out of town (which was quite a bore because hendery's absence was like an elephant in the room). he would even wait for you at the subway so the both of you could walk back to the apartment together because it wasn't safe to be alone at night.

you found yourself missing hendery when he was back in macau to visit his family at the year end. the pink flamingo decoration stood lonely as it awaited for its owner to come home. he even brought his noisy golden pomeranian with him. usual mornings with him around would be you trying to pass cookies or sandwiches over to the other side with a butterfly net. life surprisingly became mundane; your runs got lonely and you were welcomed by the quiet and dim apartment next to yours when you came home.

that separation from your neighbour, whom you suddenly got the chance to get close to, gave you a chance to ponder over a glass of wine. nobody knew what direction this relationship was moving towards. both of you enjoyed each other's company but at the same time, appreciated the 3 steps corridor distance separating the both of you. hendery is a nice guy, a little bit eccentric while you were more serious. a mutual friendship was more like it, the type where the both of you would come together and act as a couple to get a couples discount at that french restaurant down the street on valentine's day.

after a few weeks, you find postcards from hendery, saying how he misses his hot tub and the weather in macau was either too sweltering hot or had too many passing showers to sun-tan under and he missed playing mini golf on his artificial grass. and most importantly, he missed you and ten the most. occasionally, the mail man messes up the parcels again and you drop hendery a message about them but he insists they were for you. he sent you all kinds of things from giant clothing hangers to mini fruit juice blenders, he claims that he thought of you while he was shopping online in macau and since they were on discount, why not?

your apartment granted you a city view despite its tiny space: which made new years’ day even more special. you could see the fireworks and the city skyline while sitting in your balcony. you were looking forward to spending your first new years’ with your brand new friend but news came in that he was staying till chinese new year. as the fireworks decorated the sky, you took a picture of it, sending it to hendery,

“i miss you so much.” you sent a text bubble accompanying the picture. you took a deep sigh, ready to just end your lonely day and retreating back to your room when your notification bell chimed.

“i miss you too.” he replied, with a picture of his dinner attached. it probably wasn’t new year’s yet where he was.

you left for work early and came home late, since there wasn’t much to look forward to. you ate out more often and focused on reading and working. as you were climbing up the stairs, you noticed the addition of a string of fairy lights lit up in the corridor between you and hendery’s house. that wasn’t there in the morning, you thought to yourself. and when you climb a little more, you saw the neighbour who you’d missed so dearly, a brown scarf wrapped around his neck and his gloved hands holding onto a bouquet of pink flowers and his pomeranian. the barks of his pet felt like life has been restored into you because you knew he was home.

“hendery!” you jumped gleefully and gave him a hug.

“woah! you’re going to squish my dog like that.” he chuckles, passing you the bouquet of flowers.

“come in, i want to show you something.” hendery invites you into his apartment and you trailed behind him. seems like he had unpacked before you arrived with the additions of new gadgets and trinkets around the house. he leads you to his balcony where he placed chairs for the both of you by a giant telescope.

“tadah!” he flaunts his equipment like a little boy with a brand new toy.

“apparently, there’s going to be a meteor shower tonight, and if you’re lucky, you might see a flying saucer or ET on his bike.” he says excitedly, getting you comfortable with a blanket across your lap and a mug of hot chocolate.

both of you waited while catching up on each other for the past few months. you told hendery about how a new kid had moved in to the house down the lobby and he told you about how he ended up in the emergency room after eating too much during the festivities.

“it’s here! look look!” he pulls you to look into the telescope and burst of lights sprinkled the skies like glitter.

“quick y/n! make a wish!” hendery clasps his hands tightly and his eyes shut tight, wishing hard. you copied him and searched deep for a wish you desperately wanted to come through.

“so what did you wish for y/n?” he asked.

“i wished for us to be together forever. as neighbours or best friends or something else.” you told him as you watched the sparkle in his eyes as he watch you speak.

“how about you?”

“well,” he rubs his nape sheepishly, taints of pink and red on his cheeks,

“i wished that i can be more than just your best friend. not right away, of course. but soon. hopefully.” hendery confessed, his hands moving to cover his blushing face bashfully. you peeled his hand covering his face and held it in yours, both of you basking in the magical atmosphere, a mark of something new.

“do you think aliens fall in love with their neighbours too or do they just fly around in their saucers?” hendery asked, giggling and playing with your fingers in his hands.

#hendery scenarios #hendery scenario #wayv scenario #wayv scenarios #hendery #wayv #hendery fluff #wayv fluff

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 4 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 93) "We'll Take It!!"

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@backoftheroomandnotbelonging

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Luna finds herself swigging a bottle of Paul Masson in a small, smokey apartment in Bushwick. Taking a joint from a random person, she feels the rush of familiarity hit her as she absorbs the buzz of the room. There's nothing like being in a tiny hub of musicians exchanging ideas.

"You wanna do this?" Sam asks as Luna passes her the joint.

"Yeah... I don't have a fucking electric though. I've been using Colson's, remember." Luna responds, rubbing her forehead.

"Fuck... I am really unprepared." Luna realizes suddenly and begins to panic. Thinking of how she needs to get in touch with her grandmother.

Sam catches Luna's change in facial expression. With a loud whistle, she quiets the room.

"Who's got an electric I can borrow for a minute?" She shouts into the full kitchen.

"For what?" Floats into the air.

"To fucking play, ya douche bag." Sam scoffs. "What the fuck do you think for?"

"What shit are you causing now?" Mike asks Sam as he enters the room.

"Luna only has her acoustic. We need an electric TO PRACTICE ON." She shouts the last part in to the resumed room. "Ya got one?" She asks with irritation.

"Yo. Electric. Now." Mike hollers over her head.

"Mine's in the living room." A different voice offers.

Mike throws his hands up at the solution. Sam rolls her eyes as she grabs Luna's hand, pulling her towards the living room. Luna following with the bottle in tow.

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The living room isn't posh by any means. There's amps and speakers. A drum kit is set up the way a suburban family would worship their TV. A ratty couch, lawn chairs and fold out tables are pushed to the sides all around it. It's dirty and has cockroaches with random pieces of artistic creations strawn everywhere. Making Luna happy to be home.

Luna pulls off her leather and hoodie. Dressed in a simple black T underneath. Kicking on the amp, she tunes the electric she finds. Sam getting comfortable behind the kit. Mike lighting a joint as his bass hangs off of his lean body. Luna can't help but notice him as they fuck around on their instruments for a few moments, finding their footings.

"Try it out?" She asks to their nods.

Plucking a few strings before she begins to strum specific notes. Flipping through D, C, A and G. Those being the primary chords of the song as Mike and Sam follow behind her lightly with the same melody. Luna comes in with her voice low and haunting.

🎼Tell me//What's so//Entitled//Aaaabout//Yoooou//Treating women//Cheap//Like//Yooooou need//Toooo//Why can't you//See we're//Just//As Strong as//Yooou//Come on Boy//I wanna//Hear you//Speak your//Truuuuuth🎶

The song follows a soft/hard formula. Luna's voice adds a taunting sweetness to the aggressive lyrics but rips through certain biting ones as she wails with inquisitive anger. Sam and Mike throwing out equal amounts of fierce energy through their instruments with her.

They run through IT ten or fifteen times. Tweaking different notes and lines together. Each time playing louder and with more raw passion as they become comfortable with each other and the song.

The electricity is pumping, creating a surprisingly mixed group roaring along with them by time they finish up. Many singing the song. All singing the chorus. There's definitely something undeniable in the air.

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Taking a break from practicing, Luna needs a little breathing space. Sam follows her downstairs for a cigarette. Mike behind them.

"This is either gonna be a hit or you're about to become America's Hottest FemiNazi." He declares, lighting his own Marlboro.

Sam glares at him as she pulls on her Camel. Luna just stares. Contemplating his words.

"Probably the latter, but I don't give a FUCK." Luna finally answers with a shrug before taking a drag. "They wanted a second song... They're gonna get a second song. It's not my problem if people are uncomfortable with the truth."

"I hope one of those Assholes from Chicago sees it too." Luna thinks to herself. Having practiced the song with Sam and Mike, she feels confident in how they sound and feel together. Catching the attention of others while practicing the same song over and over, she feels good about their stage presence. Performing comes naturally to Luna and she enjoys it with all her heart. She does not enjoy the rest of the nonsense that comes along with it though. "Fuck... I hope she keeps it light..." Her mind trails off. Truly only worried about the interview. Luna doesn't mind discussing politics but she hates giving up any details on her personal life and she knows that's what Ellen is going to want.

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Colson's somewhere on his way to Arizona. It's late. Casie's sleeping and he misses Luna. He had tried to call her but it rang straight through.

Stepping into the bathroom, he Snaps her. Hoping to get her attention as he wonders what she's doing.

"I fucking hate when she goes..." He sighs to himself. The double edged sword of loving an independent woman.

Looking at his schedule, he begins to formulate a plan.

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Back at Sam's, Luna changes out of her clothes. Lighting a joint, she finally reaches for her phone. Texting her grandmother about her guitar.

Finding a missed call and Snap from Colson. Missing him, she calls first. With no answer she opens the Snap, immediately snickering at it's content.

"This Motherfucker...." She thinks as she shakes her head with a huge smile and Snaps him back.

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Colson wakes up as soon as The Bus stops to a sleeping Casie and Luna's Snap. He's in Phoenix, AZ. Her, New York City.

Looking at his phone, his dick and heart rage for his woman.

"Take a shower and handle your business." He groggily coaxes himself out of bed.

Hitting the single shower, Colson strokes his massive hard on away. Thinking of Luna as he pulls on his cock. Imagining the different times he's fucked her in it's tiny stall. Her strong thighs and tight pussy wrapped around him.

Eyes closed, leaned against the wall, he strokes harder and faster. Images flying through his mind. He cums with the jolt of the memory of her teeth sinking into his neck as she had consumed his entire being.

Heady and satisfied, Colson steps out of the shower. Still missing Luna as he burns and snorts the amount of Adderall that it'll take to start his day and mission.

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Luna is so grateful to see her grandmother in MidTown. Not just because she has her electric guitar. Even though Luna's still pissed at Patti for booking her, she LOVES her Mom-Mom. It's been harder to be away from her than she'll readily admit.

"Hi!" Luna shines bright as she hugs the older punk.

The busy City streets whirl around them. All is silent in their hug. Making Luna a bit more happier to be home. Holding hands with her Mom-Mom, Sam and Mike follow behind them.

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Upstairs they're greeted by Ellen personally. Taping in NYC, she's taking full advantage of the convenient request.

"I'm so sorry to hear of Porscha's mother." Patti tells her friend as she grips her hands.

"Thank you. She's doing much better." Ellen squeezes her friend back.

"You ready, Kiddo?" She asks, turning to Luna.

"I don't know... How bad you gonna fuck with me?" She blatantly asks.

"Enh... Ya never know!!" Ellen grins as she wiggles away.

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"Come on, Peanut... We gotta hustle." Colson tells his daughter as he holds her hand.

With only their carry ons, they move quickly through LaGuardia. Ashleigh had confused the dates when talking to Luna, thinking they would be father west. Colson and Casie hopping a flight before daybreak. They're doing a lot of traveling today.

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Dressed in a baby blue slip dress, fishnets and Docs. Luna's hair is messy while she performs Nightmare on only her acoustic. Not far from the way she'd played the SNL gig with Ashley and The Boys, it's softer with only her guitar and voice wrapping around the strong lyrics.

The performance is simple and incredibly raw with no backing track. Shocking anyone who's never heard her stripped down, Luna's vocals are unforgiving as they stand alone. The emotional layers to her notes making the message loud and clear.

"WOWZA!!!" Ellen approaches her clapping after she finishes.

Looking into the camera, Ellen tells her audience They'll Be Right Back With That Brooklyn Bitch. Luna taking her guitar off and standing up from the stool she'd been sitting on.

"That was amazing!" Ellen exclaims to Luna as they take a commercial break.

"Thank you!" Luna beams as she gives her a hug.

Walking over to check on her grandmother, she can't find her. Only Sam and Mike. They don't know where she is. Being called back for the interview, Luna shrugs it off.

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"And we're back with That Brooklyn Bitch." Ellen ques them from the commercial break. "Who just performed her #1 single Nightmare featuring Halsey." Ellen turns to Luna. "Congratulations. It's such an incredibly powerful song. Now, I understand all the proceeds go to the Yellowhammer organization? How'd you become involved with that?" Ellen asks Luna before looking down at her notes and back up again.

Smiling, Luna Thanks Ellen. She feels so uncomfortable in the bright studio and white chair.

"Yes. All proceeds go through Yellowhammer.... Uhm, Halsey and I linked up with them last month when Alabama decided that a group of men should have the final say on what happens with things that they don't have." Luna states.

Leaning back and moving both of her hands in circular motions to showcase her abdomen and vagina. Making sure to drive her point home.

"There are only THREE Planned Parenthoods currently functioning in the ENTIRE state. They are being used to provide anything from birth control to STI testing to cancer screenings. Since the government wanted to pull their funding, Yellowhammer has been able to provide the cash flow to keep them open. So, THANK YOU to everyone who has DONATED. STREAMED. Or BOUGHT. ANY. Of the Nightmare merch. WHICH SOLD OUT!!! THANK YOU!!!" She exclaims, moving her hands around in amazement.

Luna looks directly into the camera with her words. She may not like it but as said before, she knows how to speak to people. And give good plug.

"Everyone who has supported this song is in some way, in turn, supporting the women of Alabama, and the US, the RIGHT to make choices for ourselves and the separation of body and state... Which shouldn't even be a THING. Sooo.... again, THANK YOU." Luna says firmly with immense gratitude still talking with her hands. Emphasizing certain words as the audience applauds her. If she's going to be forced onto television, Luna figures she'll utilize it the best she can. Ellen applauds her also before digging into the celebrity gossip.

"The video is pretty iconic too. You've got A LOT of powerful women with you.... How did you get so many famous faces to match up their schedules to shoot that?" She asks with intrigue.

It wasn't just Luna. Or Ashley and Luna. It was all of them and it was pretty fucking amazing. Setting an unknown president inside people, women and the Industry that weekend.

"That was an act of the universe, honestly. They passed the law Friday morning. Halsey and I had the song written within an hour and recorded it before the end of the day. We both sent out rough copies that night to all of our friends, inviting them and anyone else who wanted to come to the shoot the next day. Like, no one's manager talked to anyone else's. We just had a major group chat going on." Luna laughs. "That EXPLODED.... I mean, I don't know Beyoncé personally.... so when she arrives on set unannounced, you KNOW that this thing you're doing is WAAAY bigger than you thought it was." Luna looks at Ellen with eyes wide in pure wonder and satisfaction.

Ellen nods. She's always liked Luna and respects how she seems to follow in both of her grandparents social rebellion.

"That's pretty amazing and as you all know... It speaks volumes..." Ellen says before Luna cuts her off.

"It is. And it's exciting on so many levels because if this song can speak SO loudly and it's context resonates so hard that it's at the forefront of the pop music... That means we're TALKING. That means we know there's a problem to fix and we're angry about it. And Ellen, you know, with anger comes change. That's what we want. Change. Equality. Simple fundamental rights. Girls don't just wanna have fun. We wanna... We want to. And DESERVE to stand beside those who think they're inclined to make major decisions that effect tons of people who aren't like them." Luna shrugs as she ends her stance.

Not realizing how quickly Luna can bend a conversation to her will, Ellen struggles a bit to regain control of the interview.

"No. What you're doing is admirable. You are me but for women's rights." Ellen let's out a light chuckle. "So.... I do wanna play Five Truths with you. I'm gonna ask you five questions and you have to answer them truthfully." Ellen in informs Luna.

"Motherfucker...." Luna thinks as she shakes her head at Ellen with a nervous grin.

"Number One.... And remember I've known you long enough to know if you're lying." Ellen smirks at her.

Luna can't help but roll her eyes as she sighs.

"Number One?" She asks Ellen as she perks up her shoulders and sets her hands in her lap.

"Nuuuumber One... What's your real name?" Ellen stares her in the eyes.

"What??" Luna asks, completely caught off guard.

"What is your legal name?" Ellen cocks her eye.

Luna glares at Ellen.

"Luna Adelaide Smith." She answers leerily.

"I knew that..." Ellen smirks.

"I KNOW you did." Luna shoots back sarcastically.

"I had to see if you'd tell the truth or not." Ellen brushes her off with thrown hands. "Number Two... What's your favorite thing to eat?"

"Cheeseburgers." Luna answers without a thought.

"Number Three.... What happened to your grandmother's pottery bowl?"

With this Luna reels back with a scowl. Now understanding what this fucking game is about. Sighing, she shakes her head with a smile.

"You guys think you're slick." She snarks back.

Turning to the audience. Thumb jerked towards Ellen. Luna scans the room for Patti. Surprisingly, she still can't find her. Sending a weird feeling of What? Why? And Where The Fuck Are You??? Pulsating through Luna.

"She's friends with my Mom-Mom. What you're witnessing here, is a homemade lie detector test. On TV. YAY ME." She chuckles with an eye roll. Luna flashes her jazz hands. "For the PARENTS out there." She continues. Now pointing. Finger guns flaring at anyone in her range. Live or recorded. "NO. DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME." Luna deadpans with another light laugh, hands thrown up as her brilliant smile shines with irritated intensity. "We won't tell you anything." Her shrug showcasing her honesty and irritation.

Ellen leans up grinning. Knowing she's been caught. Looking up at Patti, she proceeds.

"Five Truths...." She reminds Luna with a chuckle.

"Fine." Luna sighs. "My grandma took a trip to London when I was like 15yrs old. I was really irresponsible and had a house party. Some kids broke it on accident. I'm really sorry, Mom-Mom." She answers.

Only giving the details she wants, as always. Ellen glances into the audience to her friend's nod of approval. What Luna didn't reveal is that she took part in the breaking a also. Trying to turn it into a bong. Kids do stupid shit.

"Okay... Number Four. What's your biggest fear?" Ellen continues.

"Deep sea diving." Luna answers.

"Really?" Ellen looks at her inquisitively.

"Yeah... The idea of not being able to reach the surface with an empty tank freaks me out. I even get nervous coming up in the pool off the high di..." Luna tries to explain as the top from the table between them flies up.

"RAAAWWWWWWRRRR!!!!" Shouts someone as they burst out of it.

"MOTHAFU..." Explodes out of Luna's mouth. Shocking the shit out of her, she jumps back in her seat. Drawing up both fists, she almost swings before she recognizes the laugh.

Ellen watches as Luna freaks out, exploding into laughter herself.

"BUUUUNNY!!!" Luna shouts in shock and relief as Colson climbs out of the box.

Laughing, he smothers her with his body and kisses. Confused, she kisses him back before pulling away.

"What are you..." Luna looks around perplexed. "Where's Case?" She asks as he perches himself on the arm of her chair.

"She's with your grandmom." He kisses her head after pointing into the crowd.

Sure enough, Casie is sitting right next to Patti. Grinning and waving at Luna.

"Heey Dilla!!" Luna exclaims when she finds them. "What are you guys doing here?" She asks, turning back to Colson.

"Ash mixed up the dates, so we popped out to support you and check out the listing." Colson explains, melting Luna's heart.

"I fucking love you." Luna whispers as she touches his face and reaches up for another kiss.

"Aren't you two cute!!" Ellen gushes while still laughing. "We'll get back to that but first... Last question. Number Five.... Who is the most influential person in your life?" Ellen continues to question Luna.

"These bitches are ridiculous...." Luna thinks to herself.

"Am I supposed to..." Luna tries to ask a question.

"Five Truths..." Ellen let's escape through her laughter. "Most influential person in your life?"

"What the fuck is happening???" Luna is so completely out of her element.

"Uh... Crap... There's so many who make me, Me." She looks up at Colson. "But... I mean, my Mom-Mom. She top notch gave me my core being." Luna answers honestly.

Ellen smiles before teasing her about saying That just to make Patti happy.

"I'm not. I love my Mom-Mom, Man." Luna shakes her off with a pure grin.

"So, you love your grandmom. What about this guy?" Ellen asks pointing at Colson. "I heard you two are getting married soon..."

Luna looks up at a beaming Colson. He's sitting on the left side of her chair, where he jumped out to scare her, right arm resting carelessly around her where it belongs. Luna can't get a word out.

"Yeah." Colson answers for the both of them.

This perks Ellen up. She loves unexpected details.

"Oooh yeah?? When you kids gonna do it?" She asks the question most of the world already knows.

"Fuuuuuck my liiiiiiife....." Luna thinks, feeling incredibly exposed. "There are people I still need to tell....." Her mind worries.

"EstFest. Come one. Come all....." He looks down at Luna.

Her hands are between her thighs and he can feel the anxiety tensing in her shoulders as he notices her knee rocking. Colson strokes the back of her hair, calming her soul.

"What is this EstFest?" Ellen inquires.

Colson goes on to describe the festival. Detailing Mod's set and the extra day added. Along with the waterslide and thousands of other activities. Ellen commenting that it sounds a lot crazier than her own wedding.

"You two have a Top 10 single also, correct?" Ellen is now interviewing them together.

"Yes. Bad Things." Luna finally speaks. "It's off his Hotel Diablo album which drops July 5th." Always plugging. Making Colson kiss the top of her head again with pride.

"Think we could get a performance?" Ellen coaxes.

"And drop the other?" Luna bargains.

"No." Ellen shuts her right down.

Looking back up at Colson, Luna shrugs. They discuss On Air with Ellen how they'd do it before she takes them out for another commercial break. Promising a performance to her excited audience.

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"I can't believe you're here!!" Luna tells Colson as she wraps her arms around his waist, snuggling into his chest.

"I go where you go, Kitten." He grins. Lifting her chin to plant a solid kiss on her lips.

"Fuck, I love him." She thinks as his words stick to her heart.

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"And now... That Brooklyn Bitch and Machine Gun Kelly with Bad Things." Ellen introduces them.

Luna and Colson are sat together behind a piano that the producers had found for them. Exchanging knowing looks, he pecks her cheek as she begins to play.

🎼I know//I'm outta my head//But I haven't lost my mind//How is that you know//The Bad Things I like//Oh Bunny, I can't explain it//What can I say//It's kismet, Ain't it?🎶

Luna opens with the chorus, Colson coming in strong behind. His hand is on her thigh as she continues playing the melody on the piano. They share the mic when they sing to each other about tattoos and Wanting Each Other Forever.

Their performance is really sweet and incredibly intimate. Both ab libbing lyrics at different points. Grinning at each other from start to finish. Anyone can feel the genuine love that radiates between the two of them.

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Back in the Hot Seat, Luna and Colson are now sat on a loveseat together talking to Ellen.

She asks how they met. Colson happily telling the story of The Girl in the Cheetah Print Coat as Luna blushes.

"But you really only met in April and you're getting married in July?" Ellen grills them.

Looking at Colson, Luna shrugs with a smile. "When you know you know." She answers.

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Back OnStage, now with Sam and Mike. Luna tunes her guitar as the lights go down. Stepping up to the mic she begins the simple chords.

They start off low and haunting. Luna curling her voice around the lyrics like a sly cat.

🎼Tell me//What's so//Entitled//Aaaabout//Yoooou//Treating women//Cheap//Like//Yooooou need//Toooo//Why can't you//See//We're just as Strong//As yooou//Come on Boy//I wanna//Hear you//Speak your//Truuuuuth🎶

Keeping with the beat Luna changes the tone of her voice. Making it sound sweet and inquisitive around the nasty lyrics.

🎶Did we//Ask you for IIIIT//When we begged//Was it//Niiice//While we//We're asking//For IIIT//Did we//Beg you twiiice🎶

Sam and Mike kick in a little harder as the pop punk melody flows. Luna's voice picking up a hint of aggression. Growling certain lyrics.

🎶Anytime we try to//Go out and have//Some fuuuun//We can feel//Your eyes//Wishing for//Xray visiooooon🎶

Belting now, Luna's voice is raw. Angry and taunting. The Band roaring behind them.

🎶MOTHER NATURE//GRANTED YOU//A GUUUUUNNN//WHEN WILL YOU// LEARN TO CONTROL//YOUR WEAPOOOOON🎶

Colson is standing off to the side with Ellen. "She's fucking incredible." He thinks as he watches her rip through the song strong and confident.

The Band drops down low as Luna softens. Pretty voice still holding it's snarl.

🎶Did we//Ask you for IIIIT//When we begged//Was it//Niiice//While we//We're asking//For IIIT//Did we//Beg you twiiice🎶

Mike hits a small bass solo as Luna hums along with him. Sam and her jump back in with him in time for Luna to hit the unforgiving bridge.

🎶They say//If you//Dress like That//It means//You waaant IT//And//I can dooo//What III want//Toooo//And//If you//Act like Thaaaat//It means//You waaant IT//So I can//Taaaake from//Yooou🎶

Luna runs a guitar solo over top of Sam and Mike before they kick in their hardest. Each note and lyric getting stronger and more raw as they play. Luna wailing her point across.

🎶BUT//We're not//Asking for IIIT//We just wanna//Live our liiives//You're who's//Begging for IIIIT//Learn to stop//At once//No need to ask//TWIIICE//YEAH//WE'VE BEEN ASKING// FOOOR IIIT//WE'VE BEEN BEGGING//OUR WHOLE LIIIIIVES//WE'RE DONE//ASKING FOOOR IIIT//DEMANDING OUR RESPECT//WE'RE DONE PLAYING//Niiicce//Ooohh//Oooohhh//Ooohhh🎶

The tune coming to an abrupt soft end. Luna cooing over the last few chords. Ellen is shocked by Luna's performance as she claps them out to another commercial break.

"Holy shit, Luna." She says approaching her with wild eyes. "I don't know if The Network will let us run that."

"Be a shame if they didn't." Luna simply shrugs.

Colson comes up from behind, lifting her off the ground. Layering the back of her neck with kisses. "You were fucking amazing!!" He breathes into her hair.

Turning around, she thanks him with a warm embrace and deep lip lock. Just as Casie and Patti come up to them.

"Looney!!" Casie shouts as Luna turns to squeeze her tightly.

"Oh, LunaBug. I'm so proud of you!!" Patti gushes as she hugs her grandmother.

Once Luna changes and they collect their things, they say Goodbye to Ellen before hitting the street.

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Outside, Luna introduces Colson to Mike. They make pleasantries as Patti hails a cab.

The next stop on Colson and Casie's Traveling Adventure is Brooklyn Heights to check out the brownstone Luna's interested in.

Luna and Sam say GoodBye to Mike. Luna Thanking him for His Help. Mike telling her No Problem, to Hit Him Up if She Ever Needs a Bassist.

Colson watches and feels a burst of jealousy when Mike pulls her into his body with one arm wrapped around her tiny waist. He glances at Colson over her head as he squeezes her tightly against him.

"Did that motherfucker just...." Colson's brain is about to explode as Patti ushers them into the cab.

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Monica meets them at the brownstone. It is beautiful. Newly renovated with the original wood molding and pocket doors. Casie runs through laughing as her voice and footsteps vibrate off the high ceilings, wooden floors and natural acoustics.

Sam wanders after Casie as the realtor shows Colson, Luna, Monica and Patti specific amenities and features. There's a small hidden yard in the back. Tucked under Colson's arm, Luna thinks it's perfect.

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"Christen it?" Colson asks with a devious grin as he scoops Luna up.

They're in the master bathroom. Kissing all over her neck as she wraps her legs around his waist. Pulling her closer to him, he kisses her mouth as I Missed Yous escape between the two of them.

"I caaaan't." Luna pouts. "I'm on my period..."

"I hate that fucking thing." Colson complains.

"I know, Bunny..." Luna says as she slips off the sink. "Doesn't mean I can't do Bad Things to you." She continues coyly.

Undoing his belt and jeans, Colson shimmies out of them. Luna running her hands up his bare thighs as she kisses on his collarbone. Looking up into his eyes, she's just as devious.

"We can still christen it." She grins.

Pulling his briefs down with her as she drops to her knees. Colson leans back against the wall as Luna licks up, down and all around his hard cock. Soaking him before slipping his huge member into her warm mouth.

"Ahhhh. Fuuuuck, Kitten...." He groans in pleasure as he runs his fingers through her hair.

Using both her hands to work his sopping dick, Luna glides him along the sides and rim of her mouth. Rolling her tongue on his head as he reaches the entrance. Sucking fiercely. Pushing him in deeper when he hits the back of her throat. Holding him there as she sucks with force and hums. Knowing that's the ticket.

"Fuuuuckkkkk." Colson cums in her mouth.

"Hey Dad..." Casie's voice floats through the bathroom door as it begins to open.

Scared shitless, Colson throws his left arm against the door. Luna's still on her knees. Slightly paralyzed with a bit his cum still lingering on her bottom lip.

"Be right out, Case!! Go find Pat!!" He shouts looking down at Luna.

"Okay..." The little girl's voice drifts away.

Looking up at him, Luna sucks the remainder of him off her lip. Even though he just came, her actions make him ache to be inside of her.

"When the FUCK are you gonna learn to lock the God Damn door?" She asks as she shakes her head with a smirk.

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"WE'LL TAKE IT!!" Luna and Colson say in unison as they come bounding down the stairs.

"Yeah?" Asks the realtor. "Do you still wanna see the stu..." Luna cuts her off with her hand up. Knowing she wants to keep that space to herself.

"Not today. We want this one though definitely." She says confirming her and Colson's wants.

"Okay...." The realtor nods.

They talk a bit about closing. Luna not feeling the need to pay attention while Monica works out logistics. Agreeing both of their names will be on the deed, they expect to be able to close before the end of the month.

Strolling around together, Luna's arm is around Colson's waist. His around her shoulders as they admire their new home.

"We have a home, Bunny." She beams up at him.

"And pets..." He reminds her.

"Oooh fuck, yeah we do. I mean if they're still alive..." She realizes with worry.

"They are. Jillian, my cleaning lady cleans their bowl and feeds them each week when she comes by." He reassures her.

"Really???" She looks at him with undying love. "You're so fucking awesome." She declares as she tip toes to kiss him.

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Back out onto the pavement, Casie looks up at the brownstone. "We're gonna live here?" She asks.

"Kinda..." Luna begins to answer. "It's like Daddy's house in LA... Now when we come to NY, you'll have your own bedroom instead of us having to sleep in a hotel." She explains.

"Cool." Casie nods. "So now I live in Cleveland, LA AND NEW YORK CITY." She grins.

Luna living for and loving the content on her Dilla's face. "Yup. You're bi-coastal, Baby!!!" She says with a laugh.

"What's that mean?" Casie questions her as a cab pulls up.

Having to be back in Phoenix before 8P, Colson scoots Casie into the back seat with promises of explaining once their on their way after she's hugged Luna.

Taking her into his arms, Colson kisses Luna lightly. A pleased smile playing on his lips.

"Pets. A home. Marriage. You think you can handle all this Mainstream Living, there Riot Grl?" He teases Luna in between kisses.

"With you. Absolutely. We do what we want. Twist Norman Rockwell to fit our punk view." She grins as she kisses him back.

There aren't any other words that need to be said between them. One Look holds it all. They kiss each other firmly and passionately before separating.

Colson touching her key as him and Casie make their way to JFK back to Arizona. Luna rolling her padlock between her fingers as she hops in a separate cab with Sam and her grandmother. They're headed to see about wedding dresses.

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Improvements- All Time Low Fanfiction

Jack and Alex talk about a heavy conversation they had a few days earlier. Continuation of “Imperfections”. High School AU. Word Count: 2083

TW: mental health issues, body image issues

This is kind of a second part to my story Imperfections, but you don't necessarily have to read that one to get this one.

More notes at the end.

“Damn it, not again! I just want to beat this level!” Alex yelled to his computer as he set down his controller in frustration.

It was Sunday afternoon, just two days after Alex had talked to Jack about his confidence issues that had been causing him some problems in his life. Jack had spent that evening at Alex’s, but had to leave early the next day, because he had to visit family with his parents. He did everything he could to get out of it so he could stay with Alex and make sure that he’d be okay, but his parents wouldn’t let him stay.

Alex had spent most of his Saturday thinking about his conversation with Jack the night before. He knew that he’d rambled on quite a bit during it, and that he’d probably amped up some of what was going on, since he’d hit such a breaking point when explaining everything. He spent a lot of the weekend assessing how he was feeling and trying to come up with realistic solutions that he could start to use, on top of all of Jack’s support.

Alex really wanted to tell Jack about all of the ideas he’d come up with, but he didn’t want to blow up Jack’s phone with a million texts on the realizations he’d finally had. Alex found his phone on his desk, then opened up his messages.

Alex: Hey man, when are you getting back to your house?

Jack: I should be back to my house in about half an hour, are you okay?

Alex: I’m fine, but I do want to talk to you about something, do you think that you could come over here for a bit when you get back?

Jack: Sure, I can do that. I’ll get there as soon as I can.

Alex put his phone away, then picked his controller back up, deciding to continue trying to beat the level he was stuck on of his game while he waited for his friend to get there. After about forty minutes, Alex heard his mom answer the front door, and greet Jack.

Alex logged out of his game as he heard Jack’s footsteps coming towards his room. His bedroom door opened, and Jack walked through it, a look of mild concern on his face.

“Hey Alex, sorry it took me longer to get here than I said it’d take, my mom is the slowest driver ever,” Jack said, taking a seat on Alex’s bed.

“No worries, thanks for coming here on such short notice, especially since you’re probably tired from your trip,” Alex replied, moving from his desk chair to his bed, so he could sit next to his friend.

“It’s no problem at all, man. So, what’s up, are you doing okay?” Jack asked in a serious voice.

“Yeah, I am, I wanted to talk to you some about the other day. First off, thank you for listening to all of what I had to say, it meant a lot, since it was all really hard for me to talk about,” Alex started.

“You don’t have to thank me for that, Alex. You’re my best friend, and I want what’s best for you, and for you to be as happy as possible,” Jack replied, making a small smile appear on Alex’s face.

“That means a lot to me, but I also wanted to apologize for putting all of that on you, I-“ Alex started.

“Dude, you don’t have to apologize, you know that,” Jack said over Alex.

“I knew you’d say that but hear me out. Everything I said was a lot to put on someone else. Now, all of what I said was true and it’s really how I’ve been feeling, but I know that it was heavy and a lot to drop onto someone, and I appreciate you listening to all of it,” Alex explained.

“I’m just glad you trusted me with everything, but I do wish that I’d said something sooner. I noticed you starting to act weird, like, three weeks before our conversation the other day, and I easily could’ve asked you what was up then, I’m sorry for not trying to help sooner,” Jack stated, sounding a bit guilty.

“Don’t apologize for that, it’s not your job to constantly monitor me and make sure that I’m doing alright every second of every day. Honestly, even if you did bring it up before when you did, I might not have told you everything that I did. I’ve been able to feel the downward spiral I’ve been on, and I didn’t realize how bad it all was until you asked me if I was okay, which is why I talked so openly about everything. It was hard for me to say what I did, and it was hard to admit out loud to myself,” Alex said, sounding a bit nervous.

“Well, I’m glad that I asked when I did, then. How were things yesterday? I still really wish that I could’ve been here with you for if you needed to talk or if you started to spiral again,” Jack stated.

“This is why I apologized about telling you everything, I know it’s only been two days since I told you what I did, but I don’t want you to think that you have to give things up to be with me because of this. I’m glad that you went with your parents, I spent most of yesterday in here, by myself, and I think that was one of the best things I could’ve done for myself. I came up with some good solutions that can help me with all of the thoughts and feelings that I’ve been having, which is why I asked you to come over. I wanted to tell you everything, and I figured that it’d be better in person,” Alex explained.

“Oh good, I’m glad to hear that! What did you come up with?” Jack asked.

“Well, I appreciate you saying that you’d go to the gym with me, but I don’t think I want to do that, at least, not right now,” Alex said.

“Oh really? I don’t mind going with you at all, you know that, right?” Jack asked, sounding surprised.

“I do know that, and I’m grateful, but the reason doesn’t have to do with me being worried about inconveniencing you. I said this Friday, and it’s still true, I would like to get into better shape, but my mentality about all of this has been so awful, and so unhealthy. All of this makes me think that going to the gym isn’t the best idea for me right now, and I want to wait to go until I get more of this sorted out internally and have a better perspective on everything. Maybe when I’ve gotten my shit together some, we can go together like you’d offered, because that would be really great,” Alex said, a small smile on his face.

“I think that’s a good idea. I definitely don’t want you to go if you don’t think you can handle it right now,” Jack replied.

“I’m glad you think that. Also, I think I’m going to go to the grocery store at the beginning of each week to buy some food that’s not just junk and get enough to pack for lunches, and to have for dinners. That way, I’ll be more likely to remember to eat, and I’ll generally feel better because I’ll be eating well. Maybe in the beginning, you can come with me, so my mind doesn’t spiral, making me skip doing this,” Alex requested.

“Absolutely, we can go after this conversation if you want. I think that’s a good idea, what you came up with,” Jack replied.

“Thanks, man. So, I also spent a decent part of yesterday looking through my old journal, and it was a lot. Like, I can’t believe I actually wrote all of the shit that’s in it. A lot of the entries were really negative, and a couple actually made me cry a bit, just because they were so full of me talking so badly about myself for three pages at a time. I want to keep journaling, but I want to change some stuff up with it. I kind of want to get a new notebook to journal in, since the old one has such bad things in it, it would be like a fresh start. I also want to change how I write in it. There were a lot of entries with no positivity at all, and I want to write with a more positive perspective. Obviously, if I have a bad day, I’ll write it truthfully, but I need to be more positive, especially about myself. Also, I need to write about more than just my physical qualities, that way I can try to rebuild my confidence and self-worth,” Alex explained.

“I think that’s great, dude! I know you’ve loved journaling for years now, so I’m glad that you still want o do it, but in a way that’s more helpful than what you’ve done before, especially while you navigate through everything you said the other day. When we get the groceries you talked about, you can pick out a new notebook, too! Have you told your parents about any of this? Like, do they have any idea that you’ve been struggling lately?” Jack continued.

“No, I haven’t talked to them about any of this, at least, not yet,” Alex replied.

“Well, do you think that you will at some point? That’s totally up to you, but I’m just wondering since this is a bit serious,” Jack pointed out.

“I haven’t told them anything, and plan on keeping it like that for a bit. I don’t want to freak them out, and I don’t want them to monitor me or anything. If things get worse, I’ll talk to them, but I think that for now, I just want to take it one day at a time and do my best to figure all of this out,” Alex explained.

“That all makes sense, but please do actually talk to them if things get worse, just so you’re safe, and nothing bad happens to you. Obviously, I’ll keep doing everything that I can to help you with this, too,” Jack stated.

“I appreciate that, and how willing you are to help with this. You’re going to help make this all so much easier for me to deal with, but at the end of the day, I really have to help myself. I have to figure out what’s going to work and what wont’, and I need to take a lot more responsibility with everything, and I finally feel ready to do that, all because of the conversation we had the other day. I’ve said this a lot, but thank you, Jack. Thanks for calling me out, and of r caring so much, it really all does mean a lot to me. You’re a great friend,” Alex said, making the two of them share a smile.

“You’re welcome, I just wanted to do what I could to help. You’re my best friend, and you mean a lot to me. I know there’s some things that you’ll have to figure out by yourself, but I’ll do what I can to be helpful and supportive,” Jack promised.

“You’re the best. Do you think we could go get some groceries and a new journal now? I can drive if you’re too tired from your trip,” Alex offered.

“Nah, I can drive, I don’t mind. Maybe we can call it even if you make me some of whatever healthy meal you’re going to make for yourself tonight,” Jack suggested.

“I can do that! Let’s get going, and thanks again for being the best,” Alex said, getting up from his bed.

“The same goes to you, man. I parked in the grass, let’s go!” Jack said, following Alex out of his bedroom.

Alex knew that he was far from perfect with everything, but he was glad that he’d talked to Jack about what he was dealing with, since it helped him to see the severity of what he’d been doing to himself. He knew that he’d have to take this all one day at a time but was glad that Jack was willing to go on this journey with him, since having his best friend by his side would make this difficult journey a bit easier.

A/N: Hey guys, as I mentioned, this is like a second part to my story from the other day, Imperfections. That one was very hard to post, and was very negative and intense, so I wanted to follow it up with something happier. This is also based on my own life and ideas that I've decided to start implementing to improve myself some. This also serves as a big thank you to those who read it, and especially to a couple of people who let me ramble about everything I mentioned in the first fic the day I posted it- you guys are awesome, and I appreciate you all so much. My university is closed for a few weeks, so I plan on getting the requests I have up, and I'd love more if you guys have them! Thank you guys for reading, and for giving me a space where I can post vulnerable works, I'm glad I've built such a supportive community around my mediocre writing. Lots of love, Liv.

#Alex Gaskarth #Jack Barakat #Rian Dawson #Zack Merrick #ATL #all time low

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writing-with-rain · 5 years

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Under My Wing

Taken from a prompt off of @writing-prompt-s

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There were many villains that roamed the underground, and it wasn’t uncommon for a new one to pop up, stay a year – maybe even two – and then vanish the moment they got too cocky. No one could be all too sure if the ones doing the vanishing were the heroes or the villains when it came to these rookies, but the civilians didn’t seem to care which one it was. If anyone was being honest, the civilians were more concerned with those pros of the underground, who ran the slums of the city and kept the heroes on their toes for years as nothing more than a game.

One of the most notorious was Wildcat. A villain who had shown up seemingly overnight with a handful of goons and deadly pets, they had taken over the entire Northern Slums, killing their hero in the process. From the get-go, all anyone knew is that she wouldn’t be leaving so soon. And they were right. She had ruled with an iron grip, focusing much of her power on controlling her turf and keeping her eyesore of a hero, Nexus, out of her hair. Thankfully, she never seemed keen on expanding her domain, insisting instead to terrorize the people she already held control over.

But Wildcat would always have one flaw, the same one that had gotten her into the life of crime and the same one cats stood immortalized for: curiosity. So, she actually began paying attention to her nemesis when his little Shrike stopped accompanying him.

Wildcat was ruthless and had played with his little sidekick time and time again, amused by her actions – but despite the villain’s signature cruelty, she had given an order that they could do as they wished to Nexus, but Shrike was to remain alive (not unharmed, she wasn’t going soft, she just liked her new toy).

Wildcat went back through all the footage she could scrounge up, looking for debilitating fights with the little Shrike, but none had been reported on. She looked at news clips and articles, all beginning to comment on the missing sidekick, but with no answers. She went after other heroes personally for her answers, only to be met with the same confusion. So finally, she sat back, took a look at her data and decided that 7 months was far too long for a sidekick to be missing when Nexus insisted she would be returning to the life soon enough.

She was good at reading people. She always had been. And something about Nexus set off a bad feeling in her, and it amped up to the feeling of a bomb when he talked about his little bird.

Surprisingly, finding her was easy enough, because Shrike lived in Wildcats turf apparently. She had pulled enough strings and promised protection to a few sleazy gangs and small-town businesses and gotten her answer. For the last 7 months, Nexus had been patrolling Eve St. earlier than normal, only to appear on the rest of his route 3 or more hours later, coming out at Halo St.

Knowing that if something would get done right, she’d have to do it herself, she donned civilian clothing and made her way to Eve St., ready to track down the narcissistic hero. Low and behold, when he made it onto Eve St, he made a sharp turn most would miss in the dark of the night, but not her.

After 15 minutes and a moment later of thinking she had lost Nexus, she found him, crawling up the side of a decaying building – which sat along Halo street on its north side. She waited in the night, hidden by the building as a young girl opened the window for him. And though she held herself with weariness and a timid look upon the arrival of Nexus, that twist of the mouth, the hair, and the voice (that was much too fake as she greeted him), were unmistakable. Wildcat had found Shrike, and now she turned back and headed to her base of operations, coming up with an idea.

Since Nexus still seemed to care for the little bird, maybe Wildcat would have some fun with knowing her identity. So, she called her best forward and gave them explicit instructions. No harm was to come to Shrike at all, not even a scratch. She wanted her in perfect condition to taunt Nexus and to test her goons’ skills.

And sure enough, two days later, she had the little bird awake and rather ruffled in one of the spare rooms. Though she had been tranquilized and taken in the night, she had awoken faster than anticipated and in a flurry of fists. But despite the broken nose one of her men had received, they hadn’t laid a hand against her aside from restraining her. And today was the day Wildcat would go and speak with her – maybe she would even get an answer on the sidekick’s new hobby of hiding.

Despite the girl that the villain had seen in the window only a few days ago, Shrike showed no fear. Rather, she spat insults at the villain, but there was no fire behind them. They were for show, and her eyes gave that away the second Wildcat saw her.

Once Shrike was done, Wildcat cooked an eyebrow and looked at the young girl, “are you done?”

There was silence hanging in the air before Shrike collapsed against the bed and turned her body from Wildcat. “Yeah, that’s it.”

“So, are you willing to answer my questions now?” Wildcat’s inquiry entered the air and she could see the sidekick’s body tense.

“No,” was hissed out, so low the older woman almost didn’t pick it up. Almost.

“Well I’m going to ask them anyway, so you may as well.” Only silence tried to answer Wildcat’s statement. But despite this, she continued on: “Let’s start with your name?”

Nothing but a scoff from the girl hidden among the green covers.

“Alright, I’ll answer. Your first name is Wisteria. Your friends call you Dare and online you go by Osiyira.” As she spoke, Wildcat could see the twitch of Shrike’s body as she moved her head a bit to turn an ear to her captor. “Is it surprising? I know a lot about your life. Your parent’s names, your address, your school, your job, etc.”

“All shallow information,” came a short reply.

“Excuse me?” Wildcat was slightly amazed. No wonder this girl was her favorite of the heroes.

“Anyone with a laptop and a hint on who I am could probably find that out.”

“And yet, I’m the only one who has. Your mentor knows though, I assume. He was at your apartment,” and once more it was the silence that gave companionship to her statement. Wildcat found herself raising her brow once more, growing frustrated at the lack of attention from her hostage (shouldn’t it have been the other way around). So now she had a new plan. “Why was Nexus at your apartment? A secret affair, perhaps? You look too young for him, but with a mask, it does get hard to tell.”

And there it was again, the stiffened body. But the little sidekick did not remain still; in fact, Shrike was shaking. And all too fast she stood before Wildcat, face twisted in rage, eyes blazing and a snarl on her lips. “Nexus may have been my mentor once upon a time, but I would never go so low as to sleep with a monster.” And instead of cowering away from what she had let slip, Shrike stood tall and pulled up her shirt, revealing fresh and old bruises alike littering her sides and stomach. “And these didn’t come from sparring, they didn’t come from enemies on the other side of the line. They came from a monster in my own ranks!”

There was no soft-spoken girl anymore, no quick quips, not determination. There was a sea of rage in her eyes and shot through and led every twitch of her body- from the balls of her fists to the creases near her eyes and the bared teeth. “I haven’t come back to the front lines yet because I haven’t submitted to him! Because he knows I’d drag him into the light if I could without it hurting those around me,” and now her voice had dropped, almost silent, but the fire hadn’t faltered.

Wildcat was at a loss for words, looking at the exposed skin covered in black and blue fingerprints and rope burn. A gash had healed right above her hip, stitch marks thrown around it with abandon and the villain realized that had been the last mark she had left on the sidekick before she went missing. It had never even gotten proper treatment and was twisted in a gnarled look – chances are it had gotten infected all those months ago.

The two locked eyes, Shrike beginning to falter as she stepped back, tears fought off at the edges of her eyes. But a new fire was brimming in Wildcat. If there was one thing that the pro hated it was people being treated this way by those they trusted. She may have been dangerous and chaotic to her enemies, but her own men were well fed and looked after. They put their lives on the line for her because she took care of them in return. And now, before her, stood a girl who had been fighting in silence against a monster that every citizen adored.

“I’m giving you a way out then. We’ll get your family under our watch, you’ll be moved to one of the better rooms closest to my own. I think a new outfit is in order for you as well. And we’ll clean out your apartment. And if we’re starting from scratch you’ll probably need a new persona to fight with. So, what’ll it be?” Wildcat hadn’t taken a breath yet or looked to Shrike as her mind ran a mile a minute. “Oh, and I was going to send out a message to Nexus that I have you, but now I think we should send one out that we know what he’s done and you’re no longer under his control. How does th-“

“Wait! What are you going on about,” Shrike finally interjected. Wide-eyed as she looked at the deadly woman before her who now seemed so lost in her own plans.

Wildcat blinked once. Twice. And a third time before stating what seemed so painfully obvious to her: “I’m taking you under my wing, little bird. You’re my sidekick now if you’d like to be. And I get this whole moral thing, so we’ll make a deal.”

When there was no reply, she continued. “I will train you, after we treat your wounds, get you a new outfit and name. And then I’ll send you out among my district to serve vigilante justice against any abusers in the North Slums. Or anyone you think needs to be tossed to the nearest police station- so long as they aren’t my goons following my own orders. You’ll have a place to stay and eat, and you’ll have the freedom to leave when you need. Do you think that sounds like a deal?”

A wary look crossed Shrike’s face before she spoke. “And what do you get out of it?”

“Well, for starters, pissing off Nexus and a peace of mind that you and anyone you help don’t feel wrath they don’t deserve,” Wildcat stated, so confidently that Shrike felt she must have missed some major plot point in this woman’s life in the last 7 minutes. But Wildcat gave her no time to dwell on it before her hand was extended to Shrike.

And she took it, in a heartbeat and with that same determination in her eyes that Wildcat was used to. “Harpy. It’s Harpy now.”

#Prompt #Writing-Prompt-s #Heroes #Shrike #Wildcat #Nexus #Harpy #villain #Tbh #Had to do this #I have Harpy now so I thought damn let's do this

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saladejin · 5 years

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Changing States | Jimin

Jimin x Reader | non idolverse au, husband!Jimin | Fluff, crack-ish, slight angst

Summary: You receive a much needed comfort after one of the worst days in history. Well... your history anyway.

Warnings: Mention of a pregnancy loss.

Word Count: 3k

* Request from my Ao3 series ‘Movie Night’.

Sometimes people liked to call it waking up on the wrong side of the bed. You preferred to label it as just a bad day, nothing to worry about usually, yet now you were rethinking everything.

Today, your entire bed seemed to be on the wrong side of the room.

You awoke to the sound of loud machinery and boisterous yelling filtering in from the window. Blinking the sleep away, you inwardly cursed for forgetting to get the uneven windowsill fixed up yet again. Now you would have to deal with the noise from the construction site next door without being able to complain about it because it was your scatterbrain that had left you to suffer in silence.

You let your eyes flutter shut and extended one arm towards the other half of the bed, desperate for the warm body that would usually be there but only meeting the cold, dreary bedsheets with your fingertips.

That’s right, he has to work extra early hours today.

You sat up slowly, letting your eyes trail over the hauntings of a crease he had left in the smooth fabric. You couldn’t help but roll over to rest your face into his plush pillow, trying to catch the last tendrils of his scent that was made up of a million different things. The things that made you feel secure and bolted to the ground, whether it be his aromatic shampoo or the light cologne he’d worn the previous day.

It hadn’t been the best morning so far, but you knew he would have made it perfect if he’d only been by your side. Being your source of motivation to get going, or something.

You got to your feet and padded into the bathroom to make yourself somewhat presentable. Your brows were still twitching from the obnoxious noise outside, and the fact that they’d brought in a big reversing truck had amped the annoyance level. Repetitive beeping was a big no for your sanity at the moment.

“Two more weeks,” you sighed and tried to angle your lips upwards into a smile, just for the sake of feeling brighter in mind and spirit.

Then, the smile vanished as a high pitched shriek tore from your throat. The big fat hairy spider sitting on your mirror didn’t move, but you did.

“What the fuck!” You growled, eyeing the creature and clenching at your heart over your shirt to stop it from racing. It was so big you were almost too afraid to try getting rid of it. Usually you could whip out the fly spray or get a cup and a sheet of paper to let it outside, but this one was giving you eyes.

“Nope.”

You let the bathroom door click shut and let your head rest against the wood with an audible thump. It was still morning, but already you’d been through about twelve of your most detested emotions of all time.

I’ll let Jimin deal with it when he gets home.

You left the spider to its own devices and made your way into the kitchen for some food. Luckily for you, the milk had expired and your coffee machine had decided to overflow and ooze its weird concoction of water, caffeine and sugar straight onto your tiles. Tiles which had been freshly mopped not two days ago, mind you.

You reminded yourself to feel thrilled that it hadn’t been on the carpet instead.

You could only sigh again and began moving your feet to get the cleaning stuff from the cupboard. The sound of the machine dripping occasionally followed you the entire way, and that, coupled with everything else that had gone down so far, landed you the biggest headache you could possibly imagine.

You weren’t hungover, but if things continued the way they were then it wouldn’t be long before you’d be setting yourself up for something similar. Your phone buzzed a while later and you perked up at the message from your best friend. She’d suddenly invited you out for lunch, but you didn’t know how to feel.

I’ve been kicked out of the bathroom and I haven’t had much to eat. I’ll look like trash and be grumpy as hell, but hey at least it’ll take my mind off everything for a while.

Newsflash, it hadn’t helped.

You watched in shock as your friend beamed at you from her seat in the café. Your coffee had been served unnaturally cold, and then when you’d sent it back they had returned with a completely wrong order altogether. You could barely keep your fragile sense of civility together for the nervous looking waiter, but whenever you felt yourself about to snap you just imagined Jimin’s heart-warming smile and the words he would always speak in moments of amounting stress.

“It’ll be alright baby, you’ll get through it.”

Now, the aforementioned shock was stemming from your friend and colleague. The friend and colleague who had just dropped a bombshell.

“We’ve decided to move interstate! There’s a lovely house on a river we saw and fell in love with,” She smiled excitedly.

“That’s amazing,” You breathed, genuinely feeling happy for her but trying your best to ignore the feelings of sorrow gripping at your heart.

“I’ll be sad to leave you guys and the company, but I’ll come down to visit as often as I can. You okay (Y/n) sweetie?”

You jerked as her hand found yours across the table.

“Yeah, sorry I’ve had a bit of a chaotic day. I’m so happy for you,” You smiled, grasping her hand and feeling relieved when she seemed to let the moment pass. You hated yourself for letting the negativity outweigh everything else, but you knew you would easily be feeling elated if had just been a better day.

“I’ll have to show you photos, maybe you two will be inspired to look for another place somewhere too,” She smiled tenderly, knowing you and Jimin had always wanted to venture out into the world to find the perfect spot. Work had overtaken many things so far in your married lives, but seeing your friend finally break free did make you feel hopeful for a change.

Feeling encouraged by your thoughtful and optimistic expression, your friend continued.

“Just a nice little place with a perfect temperature for like, everything! Wouldn’t it be great to even live close together? Our families and kids could share so many memories.”

Your smile dropped and your best friend suddenly let her voice die in her throat, realising she’d brought something up she shouldn’t have just yet. It was a little soon.

“Oh shit, (Y/n) I didn’t mean to.”

“No, it’s fine silly,” You laughed it off, still squeezing her hand to reassure her. Her worried gaze pierced into your own and you felt a tad uncomfortable from all the emotions in your brain running rampant all of a sudden.

“You look under the weather, let me pay your bill,” She offered softly, getting to her feet and prompting you to follow. You were so grateful she was so tuned to your mannerisms, she knew just when you needed a break from it all.

You said your goodbyes after apologising for your miserable appearance once again, finally getting into the car and heaving a massive sigh to rid yourself from the tension. You contemplated calling Jimin, but you knew that he was at work and would likely be busy with getting everything done. He was efficient like that.

“What a shitty person I am, couldn’t even be fucking happy for my friend,” You muttered in shaky annoyance as you started up the car, feeling like you wanted to scream all your anger away into the dashboard. Onlookers be damned, you didn’t care about being judged.

No, just buy some ice cream or something on the way home. You’ll have a better day tomorrow.

More of his words drifted through your memory.

“Keep it together, treat yourself. You deserve happiness.”

A sad smile tugged at your lips and you made it onto the road after promising yourself to feel better. If you hit a low point in your day you could only climb up from it. You told yourself to clear your mind and look forward to what time you had left.

To your chagrin, the positive outlook only lasted so long when you found yourself neck-deep in traffic; the sound of rumbling engines and an occasional beep of a horn being the only sounds greeting your ears for a solid ten minutes.

What the…

Your resolve cracked at the edges and began crumbling.

“Music will help,” Your teeth found your bottom lip as you reached for the radio station buttons, but unfortunately you were only met with white noise and the momentary sound of ads breaking through. You could almost feel the speed of the ice cream melting.

The world became blurry and your grip tightened on the wheel.

“I’m home, my love.”

Jimin’s slightly wearied voice echoed through the front hallway as he shuffled through the door, keys thrown onto the bench and coat draped over a nearby bar stool. He rolled his shoulders experimentally to feel how tensed they were, letting out a sigh at the muscles loosening from their strained position.

“(Y/n)? Jagi?” He used a few more names to try and get your attention, full lips pulling into a frown when he only heard muffled sobbing coming from the living room.

Oh no…

“(Y/n)?”

He walked into the room with purposeful strides, rolling up the sleeves of his button up as he went to help cool down. When he saw the flickering screen of the television, he noticed instantly that an attempted movie stream had failed due to a poor internet connection. He searched the couch hurriedly with concern flashing in his chocolate brown eyes, finally coming to rest on your form wrapped in a blanket huddled to one side. His heart broke when he watched your shoulders tremble with another barely contained wail.

“Shit, (Y/n) are you okay?” He inhaled sharply and jogged over to kneel in front of you, hands flying upwards to peel the blanket away from your face.

“God, I’ve wanted to hear your voice all day,” You sniffled, face red and puffy from tears. He didn’t know why you were crying, but the man embodied all the sensitive qualities of an empath. The sorry sight of you made his own emotions well up at an alarming rate.

“Hold on,” He cradled your face and stood up to gently smear the tears away from your cheeks, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead before rushing to the bedroom to get changed into something comfier.

“You definitely should have called me!” He groaned with a frown, hating that you were feeling so saddened but hadn’t been in contact to let him know.

You could only sigh. “You were working, I’d be too much of a bother.” You swayed on your feet as you waited for him out in the hallway leading to your room. You just wanted to be close to him now; wanting absolutely nothing more than his soothing words and body heat. He finally nudged open the door with his elbow, now dressed in tracksuit pants and a plain white t-shirt that was looser than anything else he owned.

“Come here baby,” He cooed and looked at you with softened eyes, reaching down to sweep you into his arms almost effortlessly. You wrapped your own arms around your husband tightly as he brought you back to the comfort of the couch, pressing his lips to your hair to remind you that he was home safe and sound.

“Tell me all about it.”

You sighed a rickety sigh, feeling even more tears swell from nowhere at the feeling of immense joy you now felt.

“Shit day, just all round shitness,” You murmured as you settled comfortably into his lap. His fingers swept some of your hair away and then moved to run through the tresses, making you smile and lean into the inviting pressure.

“Hmm, what was the first thing,” Jimin prompted, wanting you to let it all out to him while also being curious as to what had caused such emotional trauma. You revelled in the softness of his voice and moved your own hands to touch his face. He thought it was cute, but you believed the resulting smile he flashed your way was the most adorable thing to exist on this planet.

“The windowsill, for one,” You finally muttered, breaking off into a chuckle.

“Oh, whoops. I keep forgetting.” He clicked his tongue, a rumble of a growl sounding deep within his chest. You chuckled again and couldn’t help but nuzzle your face affectionately into his neck.

“It’s not your fault, I was gonna call up about it ages ago.”

His fingers continued to comb through your hair as he hummed for you to continue. Your tears had stopped altogether as you synced your breathing with his, feeling secured by the feeling of his rhythmic heartbeat underneath your moving hand.

“Met up with (F/n), but I looked like shit and felt like shit too. Oh yeah, coffee machine broke before that as well.”

“Wow, double whammy.”

You snorted and tried to push down your feelings of endearment to continue solemnly. “She’s moving away with her husband, interstate.”

Jimin let out a low noise of understanding. Finally, he could wrap his head around why the combination of all these small and big events would cause you to fall apart at the seams. Now that he thought about it, it had been so long since he’d even seen you cry. Maybe you’d been bottling it up for months now, and he just hadn’t noticed.

Work causing me to be ignorant, again! I really need to start focusing on what’s important...

Jimin pushed the thoughts away as you continued with the adoption of a heavier tone, the warmth of your tears falling onto his shoulder suddenly. He ran a hand over the top of your head to comfort you, his own eyes watering at your outward display of frustration.

“I couldn’t bring myself to feel happy, I mean I was but she’s one of my only friends at work and I know I’ll feel a little lost without her there. The house sounds really nice from what she said too.”

Jimin felt your form stiffen as you sobbed lightly.

“Then what?” He prompted with a soft whisper, holding you closer and rubbing your arm to help calm you down.

“She t-talked about kids and stuff, I’m so fucking stupid but I couldn’t help thinking of the miscarriage. She knew too, she…she had to stop herself from speaking just so I wouldn’t break down. Jimin, I’m such a horrible friend, I really am…”

Jimin felt his own sorrow creeping up on him as you brought up something that had deeply affected you both. You comforted one another as you stopped to brood for a few minutes, the silence being as consoling as anything while you focused on the sound of his breathing. He cleared his throat, urging away the crackle in it to lighten the atmosphere.

“It’s alright, the world is full of people you’ll meet and keep close to you. Think of all the opportunity out there instead of seeing the loss. We can visit, no?”

You cracked a smile at his much needed optimism.

“Of course. Of course we can, love.”

He kissed your head again and you reached up to smooth your now softened hair out of your face and peripherals. You looked up at him with an absolute storm of adoration clouding your gaze.

“How about we stay in tonight and just cuddle here on the couch. I’ll get the TV working too,” He murmured, bringing his hands to cup your cheeks lovingly and letting his eyes curve slightly from the accompanying smile. You ruffled his thick ashy locks briefly before shifting in his lap and capturing his lips with your own gently.

“I love you so much, it hurts sometimes,” You sighed after pulling away, but he jerked to follow your lips a second after. You hummed in amusement as you moved to straddle him, trying to pour all of your gratefulness and appreciation into the kiss.

You disconnected but rested your foreheads together to lock eyes, your face scrunching slightly when he tickled your nose with his own.

“I love you too, but you already knew that,” He rasped, planting another tiny peck to your lips and letting it linger.

You couldn’t stop running your thumbs across the expanse of his wide cheeks, your noses still inches apart and warm breaths tickling each other’s lips in small puffs. It was as if neither of you ever wanted to move.

“Yeah, kinda,” You giggled while giving his cheeks the lightest of pinches.

“Kinda? I’ll give you kinda…” Jimin growled playfully and rolled you over to the other side of the couch, standing up straight and flexing out his shoulders while you shrieked with laughter.

“I’m sorry, I know!”

He chuckled cutely and leaned over to tickle you some more before showering you with more kisses. You let your face relax as you took in his warm gaze. You felt a little calmer and more serious after the small bout of liveliness you’d had.

“Sorry, I didn’t really ask about your day. Now that I’m done I can give you a massage while you tell me.”

Jimin let out a big breath and fixed his roughened hair, looking down at you with vaguely tired eyes that were still filled with appreciation.

“Massage sounds amazing love, but I need the toilet.”

“Okay, maybe the ice cream is back to normal. Get it on your way back?” You called out after him.

“Sure thing.”

You smiled softly to yourself as you thought about how much he had managed to cheer you up with one conversation. You did feel kind of selfish for unloading all your troubles onto him without seeming to give a shit about his day in return, but you promised you would make up for it as soon as he came back. You would help him turn his day around, just like he’d done for you.

In fact, the ice cream reminded you of this very moment. When it came down to it, something like this could never be irreversible. Even if you were a sad, melted puddle of emotions from the moment you woke up, you’d since been restored to your former glory by your saviour husband, your personal freezer. He kept you together when you needed it the most.

“AH!”

A muffled shout from the bathroom caused you to slap a hand to your mouth to stop the cackles from escaping.

“That’s a big motherfucker.”

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Special Message From Archangel Michael ~ Energies of The Celestial Bodies, Gifts of Love Are Upon You

By Archangel Michael

Greetings Dear Ones, I have come to provide an update on the current energies pouring onto the planet and the Collective. These are some very intense energies as many of you are feeling daily. These energies of the Celestial bodies are assisting in bringing up all dense energies which does not resonate with your Soul… with Love. Otherwise, Major Win for the Light. Many lightworkers have gone or are going through experiences to help release these energies. Others are simply allowing the energies to come up to be transformed. However, one particular energy will have a very significant role to play. This would be the Saturn. Let us delve further into these energies and how they will affect the collective. As always, Awareness transforms into Consciousness.

The Celestial bodies are pouring many energies onto our Beloved Gaia, to assist in the Ascension process. All aspects of living are being affected, such as; belief systems, governments, societies, family, friends, relationships, work, homes and every aspect of daily life. All that doesn’t resonate with Love is coming up to the surface to be revealed. Love is in charge, as per Universal Law by Prime Creator, Mother of All Creation, Mother Earth, Great Spirit. These energies are providing grand opportunities for growth and expansion… to release all of the old… to release the confines of the mind.

The Ascension process is about Heart Consciousness… Unity Consciousness. This is the grand unification of All, as We Are All One. There is no separation, unless you choose the mind. There are no belief systems in Heaven… there is No mind. Many of the lightworkers have experienced 5th Dimensional frequencies simply by resonating with the Heart. These experiences may be short lived as the mind creeps in to disrupt the connection. As you dissolve the ego programmed mind, and anchor higher consciousness, these experiences last longer. When the mind… the ego is dissolved, you enter into True Reality, through the Heart. Heaven on Earth!

Gifts From The Celestial Realm

For those Lightworkers in Service to Love… to Our beloved Mother Earth, gifts of Love are upon you. This is where the Saturn Retrograde plays a significant role. Karmic gifts are ready to be handed out to those resonating with the frequencies of the Heart. These gifts will vary a great deal for everyone such as;

Swift Manifestations,

Abundance,

Telepathy,

Clairvoyance,

Clairaudience,

Claircognizance,

Clairsentience,

Increased Awareness,

Stamina,

Healing,

And more… We are Honored by your service. All of Creation thanks you for Choosing Love and Being Love in all moments.

Love Slaps

For those Lightworkers serving the False Light… serving Self, they will be also bestowed karmic gifts, in the form of lessons. We call these “Love Slaps”. Saturn will amply these effects. Keep in your Heart Dear Ones, there is No Judgement. Judgement is belief system created by the ego mind, to make itself feel or look better. This is simply an illusion, perpetrated heavily by social, cultural and religious conditionings. These energies are Honoring these Soul’s choices. At any moment, one can choose Love and be forgiven. It’s Choice… and All Choices Are Being Honored.

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Many of the lightworkers have asked, ”How does one identify a false lighter worker?”. Many of these beings have been led astray by false teachings, belief systems and traps of the mind, thinking they are assisting in the Ascension. As We have always implied Dear Ones, this journey is about Feeling… Not Thinking. We have deep compassion for these lightworkers, as they are stuck in the programmed ego mind, and our wish is for All to Embrace Love, Prime Creator, Mother of All Creation, Mother Earth, Great Spirit. They are Your…. Our Brothers & Sisters after all created by the very essence of Love, from Our Beloved Mother’s Eternal Heart. Many of the False Lightworkers exude the following traits;

LACK OF FEELINGS,

LACK OF EXPERIENCE,

LACK OF SELF-LOVE,

UNWORTHINESS,

IGNORANCE: Ignoring LOVE,

ARROGANCE,

INCUBUS & SUCCUBUS ENERGY: The taking of energy through words, touch, sex and other abilities,

ADDICTION TO LILITH ENERGIES,

ADDICTION TO ISIS ENERGIES,

ADDICTION TO DRAMA,

THINKING YOU’RE A PILLAR OF WISDOM,

SUPERIORITY,

THINKING YOU KNOW BETTER,

ENTITLEMENT,

SELF IMPORTANCE,

SELF HATRED,

DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR,

FANTASY,

NEEDING TO BE RIGHT,

CONTROLLING,

DESIRE: having or wanting to be desired,

JEALOUSY,

VALIDATION,

WANTING TO FOLLOW OR BE FOLLOWED,

FAKE: Unable to be genuine, compulsive lying,

REVERENCE OF THE MIND,

SEEKING REVERENCE,

INCONSISTENT,

CHILDHOOD TRAUMA,

CULTURAL PROGRAMMING: White Programming, White Trash Programming

And more… Many of these conditionings are also tied to the White Programming. If you feel you may have any of these traits, Check yourselves Dear Ones. You can see these conditionings playing out throughout your government, religions, societies, relationships and more. Karmic lessons will be handed out accordingly by their Souls. Send Love to these Souls and keep Shining your Light.

The energies are climaxing for the next phase of the Ascension process. Many surprises and AHA moments are instore. We are excited for Mother Earth’s transformation and for the Grand Galactic Reunion. Follow your Hearts into Unity Consciousness, and support your Brothers & Sisters of the Heart… of the LOVE. Move forward in absolute Trust, as LOVE is in Charge… for LOVEHASWON! Enjoy your Miracles, BLESSINGS, and Lessons. (Wink), (Ding, Ding)

I AM Archangel Michael and I AM amongst You… Always of Service to The Universe, to Creation, to LOVE, to Our Mother & Father of All Creation. Love Fearlessly, and Always Unconditionally…

Your Loving Brother,

Archangel Michael

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