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littlemissaddict · 3 years

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Sick Day

Summary: Luke fakes an illness to stay off school to work on a report he forgot about. (Requested)

Word Count: 1.9K

A/n: To the anon that requested I’m sorry this took so long it ended up being longer than planned but I hope this is what you were looking for.

Monday mornings, Luke hated them with a passion. It wasn’t because he had to get up early, that he could deal with, it was that it was the start of a new week which meant that he had five full days of school ahead of him. That was what he hated. He hated being stuck in a place he didn’t want to be, learning things that he couldn’t care less about and it wasn’t like he couldn’t do the work either, he could, his grades were good. The only reason he hadn’t dropped out yet, other than the fact that he thinks his parents would freak out if he did, was that Julie had convinced him to stay and well he couldn’t say no to Julie. Alex and Reggie liked to joke about it, once even accused him of being whipped because he couldn’t say no, that had left a lot of embarrassment on his part but what could he do, he loved Julie and he would do anything to make her happy, even if it meant sticking it out at school for the next year or two.

“Luke, Luke”

He groaned hearing his mom call his name, it was the same every morning, she would make sure that he was ready for school before she left for work. Her head popped round his bedroom door not long after that.

“Good you’re awake. I’m having to leave early for work today so please make sure you’re on time today. I really don’t want another call from the school telling me you’re not there” she says and he nods in response. She watches him for a second longer before say goodbye and heading out to work. Luke waits until he hears the front door close before he pulls himself out of bed and heads to the bathroom. Half an hour later Luke’s grabbing his bag and heading out the door, he’s running a little late but he’ll make it on time. He hopes.

He makes it to his locker just as the bell for first lesson rings, grabbing his books and heading to class. He slides into his seat in record time without so much as a warning from the teacher, which is a bonus. The whole morning seems to drag, he spends most of his lessons in a daze, his mind wandering to the song him and Julie were working on over the weekend. He was thankful when the bell went for lunch, packing up his books and practically sprinting out of the room where he found Reggie waiting for him by the door.

“Hey man, where were you this morning?” he asked falling into stride with Luke as they made their way to the cafeteria.

“I was running late” he said simply and Reggie nodded, it wasn’t a secret that Luke didn’t like school but he knew Luke wouldn’t go back on his promise to Julie. Once there they grabbed some food and headed over to where Alex, Julie and Flynn were sat, they where having a discussion about some report they all had due and Luke didn’t think much of it until her heard that it was due for their English class.

“What hold up since when did we have a English report due?” he asked no one in particular but he hoped one of them would have the answer, they all stared at him in disbelief.

“Please tell me you’re joking?” Flynn asks but Luke just shakes his head.

“Luke it’s due Friday, we’ve had about two months to work on this” Alex says, still not quite believing that Luke managed to forget about it.

“Well I suppose I’ll just have to work on it tonight, it shouldn’t take that long right” he grumbles and he hears Alex gasp beside him.

“Luke you can’t just throw something together and hope for the best like you usually do. It’s worth half of your grade” Alex tells him and that’s when Luke begins to panic. He knows his parents have been off his back lately about the band because he hasn’t been skipping school and because his grades are up so he really needs to do well on this report. He’s so caught up in his thoughts that he flinches when he feels a hand rest against his arm but when he looks down he see’s that it’s Julie and he relaxes a little.

“It’s gonna be okay Luke, have you at least read the book?” she asks softly, he nods confirming that he has and she smiles “good that’s most of the work done, how about I come round tonight I can help you plan it and then you can spend the next couple of nights after school working on it” she says and Luke lets out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you Julie” he says giving her a quick hug before joining the conversation with the rest of the group. After his last class of the day he meets Julie by her locker.

“We still good for tonight?” he asks making her jump as she hadn’t realised he was there.

“Every time, really Luke” she moans making Luke chuckle “and yes, I’ve messaged my dad to let him know that I’m going over to yours so as long as I’m back for dinner it’s all good” she smiles closing her locker and they make their way to Luke’s.

When they get to Luke’s, he call out to him mom to let her know that Julie’s there and they’re going up to his room to study, he doesn’t wait for a reply just heads up the stairs with Julie following. When they reach his room he drops his bag by his desk and then flops down on his bed making Julie laugh at how dramatic he’s being, she perches on the edge of the bed, careful not to sit on the boy as she pulls her book out of her bag.

“So we should probably talk about what you remember of the book the you can decide what you wanna write about” Julie suggests and Luke sits up reluctantly agreeing. They talk about the book for the next hour, discussing the different parts and what they mean or what they think they imply and Luke makes sure to make notes because he’s only going to forget it all when he comes to write the report.

“Hey that would make a good lyric” Luke says interrupting Julie as she speaks, explaining one of her points about the book.

“No Luke, just write it down and move on you don’t have time for this” Julie warns, knowing that as soon as he gets distracted it’s very hard to get him back on track and she wants to make sure he’s got this. Luke grumbles but does it anyway not wanting to annoy Julie when she’s offered to help him.

Julie’s dad picks her up around 6 just before Luke’s mom calls him to let him know that dinner is ready, he eats dinner with his parents and they ask him how school is going. He makes sure not to tell them about him forgetting about the report knowing that it’ll only cause an argument, that they’ll blame it on him spending to much time focusing on the band. After dinner he goes back up to his room to make a start, he pulls out his notes feeling much better than he did at lunch but he knows he’s got a lot to do and he doesn’t think that he’ll be able to finish it in time. That is when he comes up with a plan, a plan involving him to fake sick so that he can spend the day off school to work on the report, he knows his dad will have gone to work already by the time he gets up so it’s just his mom that he needs to convince.

He wakes the next morning and he’s nervous, he really hopes this plan is going to work because there’s a lot riding on him finishing this report. Like clock work his mom pops her head round his door to check that he’s up and ready.

“Luke what’re you doing you’ve got school” She scolds when she sees that he’s still in bed.

“Mmm but I’m not feeling too good” he says, his voice small, he’s laying it on thick as he peaks at her from under the duvet, only his head visible. She makes her way towards him, sitting on the edge of the bed as she rests the back of her hand against his forehead.

“Well you do feel quite warm and your face is flushed, I do hope your not coming down with anything” she say more to herself than him “I guess you can have today off, see how you feel but I expect you back at school tomorrow if this turns out to be nothing” she sighs closing the door on the way out of his room. He waits until he hears the front door close before moving over to his desk where he switches his laptop on and sends a text to the group chat letting them know that he won’t be in school while he waits for it to load.

Pulling out his notes he places them on the desk next to him, silently cursing himself for his own bad handwriting when he can’t quite make out what he’s written. Still he makes a start, trying his hardest to stay focused. He manages to work for nearly the whole morning before he feels like he’s losing his mind, looking between his notes and the laptop he runs his hands through his hair, tugging slightly in frustration. If only he hadn’t forgotten about this stupid report then he wouldn’t be in this situation right now he sighs reminding himself to relax, stressing is not going to help anything. After a few deep breaths he gets up stretching out his body as he’s been sat hunched over the laptop all morning before he heads to the kitchen in search of food.

Hunger settled, he heads back to his room to carry on working on the report but he finds a message from Julie telling him that she will come over after school to see how he’s doing. He smiles at the text and finds it gives him enough motivation for him to keep on working.

By the time Julie gets to Luke’s house after school Luke has almost finished and he can’t be happier, he’s worked hard all day so he’s happy to have break and he can’t think of any better way to spend it than with Julie.

“So you weren’t really ill were you?” Julie questions taking a seat on Luke’s bed, watching him by his desk.

“No” he admits looking at her sheepishly “I um I was working on the report instead. I didn’t think I’d get it done just working on it after school so” he explains and Julie nods.

“Well let’s just hope your mom doesn’t find out” she says raising her eyebrows at him and he pulls a face at her words, yeah that’s definitely the last thing he wants. She doesn’t stay long after that as she wants to get home before Luke’s mom does so that she doesn’t have to explain why she’s there when he’s supposed to be ill.

When Friday rolls around Luke surprises his friends by not only being early for school but by handing his report in, on time, as well and he can’t help keep the smug smile on his face at the looks of disbelief on their faces.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp luke #luke patterson #jatp julie #julie molina #jatp alex #alex mercer #jatp reggie #reggie peters #jatp flynn #requested

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gaylotusthatexists · 6 years

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Thirteen Nights - Chapter Four

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: Eventual Prinxiety

Description: The Haunted House is back in town. When Roman finds the boy of his dreams in the Haunted House, he makes it his goal to find him. But when the stranger disappears every time they lock eyes, and strange things begin to happen around the house, will Roman manage to talk to this guy before his thirteen nights are over?

aka, the one where virgil is a cryptid and roman is gay

Word Count: 1487

Notes: little later than i was hoping, but here is chapter four! hope y’all enjoy~

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Monday 22nd October 2018

When Roman arrived at school the next morning, Patton was nowhere to be found. Not in their usual spot by the tree, not in his spot in the library, not even in registration. Which was weird. Patton almost always arrived at school before Roman, and was never late enough to miss the start of registration. What had happened?

Maybe he was ill. Except, if he was, Roman knew that Patton would text him.

Roman quickly pulled out his phone and checked his messages with Patton. When he found no texts since the morning before, he went on to check every social media that Patton had. Nothing.

He was half tempted to call him, but he couldn't do so in the middle of class, or have time in between lessons. He'd have to do it at lunch, he decided, assuming Patton didn't show up sooner.

"Roman," the teacher called, "phone."

Roman looked up, noticing the teacher standing right in front of him, with her hand held out. He frowned, confused. "Huh?"

"Your phone, Roman," she repeated. "You know it's against school rules to have your phone out in class."

Everybody was staring at him. Nothing that made Roman uncomfortable, but he had to admit that he wasn't used to those kind of stares. Annoyed glances. Snickers. He had never been caught with his phone out before.

"Now."

Roman locked his phone, and placed it in the teacher's hand.

"You can get it back at the end of the day."

"The end of the day?" Roman exclaimed. There goes his plan to call Patton at lunch.

"Yes, you heard me correctly. And it'll be detention if you say anything else."

Roman groaned, and leant back in his chair, folding his arms. This would be fine. He would get it back later, at least. And Patton was probably alright. Probably.

Roman's eyes lit up as somebody sat down opposite to him. Patton. Back at their usual lunch table, looking as great as ever.

"Patton! You're here!"

Patton laughed. "Yeah, of course I'm here?"

"You weren't here this morning," Roman stated.

"I couldn't get to school 'til second period. I did message you during first, though," he mentioned.

Roman sighed. "I had my phone confiscated in registration."

"Oh." Patton giggled. "Why did you have it out in registration?"

"I was trying to find out what the heck happened to you."

"Aw, do I really matter than much to you?"

Roman rolled his eyes, but a small smile crept onto his face. "Yeah, sure."

"So..." Patton propped his elbows up onto the table, holding his head in his hands. "What happened last night?"

Roman immediately grinned. "I talked to him!"

Patton gasped. "What'd he say?"

"He..."

Roman paused. He wasn't entirely sure if telling Patton about the entire exchange would be a good idea. The stranger was clearly in trouble. Something bad had happened to him, and perhaps he didn't want anybody else to know. Especially when Roman was the only person who could even see him.

"We just chatted. Small talk, mostly," he lied. "But he's even better up close, honestly."

Patton frowned. "What about the night before? It sounded like something had happened."

Taking in a deep breath, Roman nodded. "It... It was weird. I'm not sure what happened, exactly. Honestly, I might have dreamt it."

He hadn't dreamt it. Roman knew that. But he wasn't ready for Patton to know either. He had to get more information first.

Patton hummed. "Did you at least get his name?"

Roman shook his head. "No. Not... not quite. It begins with 'V', though, I think." He was sure that the stranger had begun to introduce his name with a 'V', before he was cut off by Roman beginning to fade away.

"V..." Patton mumbled. "I don't know anyone with a name beginning with 'V'."

"I can't even think of many names beginning with 'V'." Roman sighed. "I mean, there's 'Victor', or..." He stared at the wall behind Patton for a moment. "Nope, that's it."

Patton laughed. "Well, you'll find his name sooner or later, right?"

"Yeah! I'm, uh, I'm meeting him again tonight, at least."

"Call me afterwards to tell me how it goes?"

"Of course."

"So, can you tell me your name now?" Roman sat down besides the boy, who immediately jumped back in surprise. The world went dark, just like the night before, and Roman felt that same, strange sensation, that horrible pain. It seemed worse than last time.

"You came back," he heard the boy said, after his surroundings had returned to normal. Well, not normal, but not... like that.

"It's nice to meet you, You-Came-Back," Roman replied, sarcastically.

"That... isn't my name."

"Yeah, I know."

He blinked. "Right." He looked down to the floor. "I'm being serious, though. I wasn't expecting you to return."

Roman raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"I don't know. I just... thought last night was too good to be true."

"Dude," Roman said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I spend two nights trying to find and speak to you, and then I finally do on the third night but don't even get your name, and you expect me to not come back?" He laughed. "Why wouldn't I want to come back?"

"I don't know, 'cause you thought it was all too weird?" he suggested.

Roman let out a short, sharp laugh. "I do think this is all weird. But that just gives me all the more reason to come back. So, what is your name?" he asked.

"It's Virgil," the boy introduced. "Virgil Sanders."

"And I'm Roman," Roman returned, holding out a hand to shake. "Roman Prince."

Virgil looked down at Roman's hand. "I..."

"Shake it," Roman instructed.

"Oh, right." He tried to grab Roman's hand, but phased right through it. "Uh..."

Roman withdrew. "Close enough." He sighed. "Probably should have seen that coming. Even though you said yourself that you're not a ghost."

"I'm not a ghost."

"Sure you're not, buddy."

"I'm not!"

"Anyway," Roman said, changing the subject, "your name is Virgil?"

"Yes, we've gone over that," Virgil said.

"What kind of name is Virgil?"

Virgil shrugged. "The name that my parents decided upon when I was born?"

"That's... yeah."

"And your name is Roman," Virgil stated, "which, really, isn't that much better than Virgil."

"Hey, my name is awesome!"

Virgil smirked. "Sure."

"I cannot save you if you're gonna be like that."

"Be like what?" he asked, acting innocent.

"Like... like..." Roman groaned. "I don't know!"

Virgil held his hand up in an 'okay' gesture. "Great explanation there, A plus."

"God, this is getting us nowhere." Roman stood up, and walked a few steps away from the stairs, looking up at a picture on the wall. A painting of an old man, wrinkles and all, wearing a locket with the letter 'V'. Probably one of the people who used to live in this house. Although, Roman was sure that this picture wasn't hung up in the usual set up for the haunted house. And nobody else lived here, anyway. The house had been abandoned for decades.

Virgil joined Roman at his side. "His name was Virgil, too," he said. "He used to live here, lived here his whole life. I read his diary when I was bored one time."

Roman hummed. "And you have the same name."

"Yeah. I did think that was strange." He shrugged. "But that doesn't really matter. I just want to get out this hellhole."

"And you're sure you're not a ghost?"

"For the last time, I'm not a ghost!"

Roman spun around and leant against the wall. "If I'm gonna rescue you..." He tapped his foot on the ground, listening to his footsteps echo around the corridor. Some people ran by, ghostly figures. He assumed they were visitors in the haunted house. But they couldn't see him.

"Are you going to finish that thought?" Virgil asked.

"No." Roman looked down the hallway, watching the group of people exist. "Can you not just... walk out? Like everybody else?"

"I've tried," Virgil said. "Every time I try to leave the house, I just end up back inside. The furthest I've gotten is on the porch, but even then I just... end up here."

"Is that why I saw you by the front door, then? And why you just disappeared?"

"Yes."

Virgil sat down on the floor. Roman joined him, sliding down the wall as he went.

"Honestly, I've tried everything. I just can't get out." He looked down at Roman's arm, and his shoulders dropped. "You're fading again."

"What-" Roman lifted his hand up, noticing that he was, indeed, fading. "I'll come back tomorrow."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

When Roman woke up, it was still dark outside. He picked up his phone off his bedside table. 4:13. Patton was probably asleep. Sighing, he turned back, burying his face into his pillow and trying his best to fall back asleep.

hope y’all enjoyed that! shit is happening! thank you so much for reading, feel free to like or reblog and stuff, next chapter tomorrow!

#thirteen nights #sanders sides #thomas sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #prinxiety #my fanfiction #my fanfic #my writing

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readyplayerhobi · 6 years

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Ringmaster Of Your Heart

; Ringmaster!Hobi x Reader

; Word Count: 2.7k

; Cirque de Mystere Drabble

; Drabble request: “You leave whenever you feel like it.” + “Don’t shut me out.”

; A/N: Part of the drabble challenge request. It’s not as magical as the first but I still love Ringmaster Hobi <3 I haven’t proof read either! Sorry :x

“You need to show a little more commitment to your job, as right now we’re not very convinced that you care enough.” Your boss has been reaming your ass out for the last five minutes, all because you’d dared to ask for another few days off.

It wasn’t even a long amount of time, just a Friday and a Monday so that you could have a long weekend. Hoseok’s circus was currently a few states over and only an hour or so plane ride away. You hadn’t seen him in two months, which had been the last time you’d taken a vacation day.

The flu you’d come down with for two weeks was unfortunate but there was little you could do about that. You were a person, not a machine. All that happened when you weren’t at work was that a few Excel spreadsheets weren’t updated, but seriously. It wasn’t that hard to refresh them, just a simple click of two buttons and boom, updated.

Okay so maybe your job involved a few more things but there were plenty of people to cover for you. You didn’t have a client right now, which meant that when you were at work it was just clock watching till the end of the day.

But still, you need this job to pay the bills so you decide to play nice. Bowing your head slightly, you keep your gaze on your hands, pressed firmly on your thighs. “I’m sorry sir, I’ll try to show that I care more. I apologise that you feel I don’t.” You murmur, fully aware you should probably be more contrite.

“I need more than that, your behaviour is very lax. You leave whenever you feel like it and seem to think that we owe you time off. We’re willing to overlook this issue, however your remaining vacation days have been taken to cover the time you were sick.” Your mouth opens to protest, fully aware that what they had done was probably just illegal.

Gritting your teeth and mashing your lips together, you simply nod your head while pure anger rolls through your body like rapidly. He nods smugly, gesturing to the door to signal that you can leave and you rise stiffly.

By the time you reach your desk, you’re not entirely sure what your face is doing but given the cautious look Jisoo has you guess it isn’t good. Staring at the lock screen on your computer, you simply bow your head and scrunch your eyes closed. Just two more hours and then you can be done with this damn place for the day.

Swirling the red wine around in your glass slowly, you simply watch the liquid as it sloshes along the side. You’re sure there’s probably some proper etiquette to drinking wine but right now, you just want to get that nice little buzz going.

The rest of your day at work had been spent in one of those angry fugue states, irritation pulsing through your veins and the most delightful tension headache that you were still suffering from. You’d never really enjoyed your job, but it had slowly devolved into severe hate over the last two years.

And as much as you hated to acknowledge it, Hoseok was the reason you’d come to hate it. It wasn’t his fault obviously, but you’d never felt committed to your workplace. There had been one two many times when you’d been overlooked for a promotion because someone who knew the boss kissed his ass or something.

But it was also because Hoseok and his lifestyle made you see that a 9-5 office job wasn’t the be all and end all of life. Or rather, the 8-9 job you normally ended up doing given that overtime was pretty much expected from all employees.

Every time you talked to your boyfriend, you got to hear about the new locations that he and his colleagues got to experience and the happiness they gave to communities. It was a nomadic lifestyle for sure, but it was filled with people who hadn’t found their calling in life in normal society and had instead chosen to join one that survived only because they banded together.

He obviously had days where he was unhappy, days where he would complain to you about not feeling up to putting on his ringmaster persona or days when a conflict between people would escalate and cause strife. But it was rare as Hoseok seemed to have a generally happy personality, or at least very mellow. It had hard to make him angry or upset, in fact the only time he truly got upset was when he got sad about not seeing you often.

The magic you’d experienced when you first see him, the enchanted atmosphere you’d seen when you’d had your first date, still existed for you at Cirque de Mystère. Every time you visited him, you’d feel the same excitement tumbling over in your stomach that you felt the very first time.

But you couldn’t visit often, and in fact you’d only seen each other physically eight times in two years. Six times had been when you flew to wherever he was with twice being Hoseok taking time off to visit you. Your relationship involved a lot of screens or phone calls, yet neither of you would even consider ending it.

As much as it pained you to admit it, Hoseok was one of the few moments of happiness in your life and you couldn’t bare to not have him in it anymore. As if he was aware you were thinking of him, your phone soon lights up with his name as your generic ring tone calls out.

“Hi Hobi.” You answer, taking a sip of wine while a soft smile appears as you hear his familiar breathing.

“Hi. It’s not too late right? I just finished the show but I think it’s past 11 there isn’t it?” He asks, voice low and ever so slightly croaky. You’d long since learned that he’d undertaken vocal lessons in order to strengthen his voice so that he could project it as far as he did. But it still got strained sometimes.

“No no sweetheart, it’s fine. I was up anyway, it’s the weekend tomorrow so it doesn’t matter if I stay up late. Your throat doesn’t sound healthy, have you made yourself some chamomile tea or something? I left you some in your tea box last time.” Placing the glass on the coffee table, you curl your legs up before resting your free arm on them.

He laughs lightly, the sound just this sound of rusty yet it still makes your lips curl upwards involuntarily. You love the sound of his laugh, it’s like happiness and magic all wrapped up in an auditory present. “I’ll make some, I swear. Wait, let me boot my laptop up and I’ll Skype you?”

You hear shuffling noises on the other end before you agree with him, laughing as he refuses to get off the line. Moving into your bedroom, you place your laptop on the black and white striped covers before sitting down cross legged and waiting for him to start the call.

Soon enough he does, the picture of his smiling face popping up on screen. You end the phone call while simultaneously accepting the video call request. A black screen appears before clearing up, revealing your beloved boyfriend’s smiling face taking up the whole space.

He has a huge grin, revealing straight white teeth, and his eyes are wide for a moment before he giggles, going back to a normal face. “You look pretty.” Hoseok states, eyes tracking slightly as he observes your outfit. You snort and tug at the ratty hoodie you’ve tugged on, green colour pale from too many washes and plain black yoga pants.

“You look handsome.” A shy smile takes over as he looks down slightly but you’re being honest. His hair, once dark but now blonde, is parted just off centre with part of it swept up. It’s his performing hair and you always think he looks good with it, but combined with the smoky eye look he’s wearing today and crystal clear skin he looks unbelievable.

Hoseok pulls away slightly, letting you see that he’s still wearing the white silk button up shirt and he even still has his red ringmaster coat on, causing you to bite your lip. “Wow, you really just came straight to call me huh?” You tease him lightly, causing him to whine softly as he slips the coat off his shoulders and hangs it up.

“I was excited, I didn’t know if you’d gone to sleep. You hadn’t messaged me.” There’s no need to even see him to know that pretty mouth is currently pouting. He’s right, you hadn’t messaged him but you hadn’t been in the right mindset.

“Sorry, I forgot. I had a bad day at work.” Rubbing your forehead with your fingers, you watch as he pauses momentarily in unbuttoning his shirt, revealing just a hint of the toned stomach you know he has. Normally you’d be sat with your face almost pressed to the screen at him undressing, and normally he’d play along and turn it into a little bit of a striptease.

But he can tell you’re not particularly in the mood today as he throws a long sleeved grey shirt on before tugging off his black trousers and slipping into some black sweats. It feels strange to watch him go from magic ringmaster to normal 31 year old boyfriend.

Pouring some hot water into a mug and adding in one of the chamomile teabags you’d bought him, he brings his laptop over to his bed before laying down on his stomach. His head rests on his hands as he frowns at the screen.

“What happened?” He asks, tone soft and gentle and you appreciate that he’s willing to let you vent to him. You have no doubt that he’ll take on whatever role you need from him tonight, whether it’s supportive boyfriend, angry boyfriend on your behalf or anything else.

“My boss gave me a disciplinary because I’ve taken too much time off work apparently. As punishment they’ve made me take my remaining vacation days to cover the illness I had the other week.” Your fists clench immediately as anger rushes back through. “I can’t come see you next month baby, I’m sorry.”

You didn’t even realise that your eyes had filled with tears until Hoseok is making a soft, frustrated noise, his hand half reaching out and clenching in frustration. “What? They can’t do that! I know that, I literally know that. It’s the law.” He frowns in sympathetic anger.

“I know, but what am I going to do? Complain about it? They’d just hit me with something even harder and I don’t have the money to take them on in court. I just accepted it you know? It’s okay, 7 months and then I’ll get more vacation days,” You sigh deeply and look down at your hands. “When are you going to be back near here?”

He’s silent for a moment before you hear his frustrated exhale. “Not until next year. I’m sorry bright eyes, it’s my fault.” Hoseok mumbles and immediately you’re shaking your head.

“No, no you’re not. It’s mine. I made the decisions and I pissed them off. It’s something I have to live with.” You grumble, lowering your head slightly. He’s quiet and you don’t even need to look at the screen to know he’s just watching you.

“Hey, don’t shut me out okay? You don’t have to deal with it alone. I know I’m not physically close to you but I’m here. We’re in a relationship and that’s a two way street. You cope with my problems, I cope with yours. Talk to me.” Hoseok’s voice is soothing and low, the sheer love and care in it causing you to let out a frustrated sob.

“I hate that place Hobi, I hate it. I wake up and just wish I could go back to sleep. And now I’m not even allowed to take time off to go see the person who makes me happiest. I’m so angry and frustrated over it. I’m so sorry I can’t see you, you deserve someone better than me.” You don’t intend the words and he’s shaking his head immediately.

“No I don’t. I deserve you, because you’re a great person. Don’t let this get you down, I can’t do anything about your job but I can make you smile. I can come to you, it’ll work out so don’t worry about it okay?” He speaks softly, pleading with you to stop crying.

You’re shaking your head immediately at his words. “I can’t make you come here Hobi. The circus needs you and they can’t cope with you leaving all the time. It’s not fair to expect you to come here.”

He sighs deeply and there’s silence between the two of you for a moment, neither of you sure what to say or do. At least until a thought suddenly occurs and you’re wiping your tears away slowly, calculating everything.

It’s a sign of how well he knows you that he can detect the difference in your demeanor immediately. Perking up, he runs a hand through his soft blonde hair and focuses on his soft, brown eyes on you. “What is it?”

“You remember that thing you’ve been teasing me about for two years now?” Soft lines furrow his brow as his eyebrows dip down, trying to remember what on earth he’d said. In fairness, he’s teased you about a lot of things. “Well, is it still on the table?”

His mouth twists as he thinks back before his eyes suddenly go wide, looking back at the screen in shock. “Seriously? Are you being serious right now?” He whispers, restrained excitement twining through it as the corners of his lips fight to stay neutral.

“Yeah, why not? I hate my job and they’ve made it clear I’m never advancing anywhere. I’m forking out money for this place when I could be there with you, like you’ve always wanted. I mean, it might be a bit cramped in your trailer but I don’t mind that. I mean, if you’re okay with it? And I can finally do the marketing I’ve always wanted for something I truly love.” Your own voice, which has spent most of the conversation sad is picking up in tone and pitch, happiness overflowing as you imagine the future with him.

He’s silent and you look back down, suddenly worried that maybe he’s shied away from the idea of you moving in with him and working for the circus now that you’ve agreed. But instead you see his beautiful, bright smile and eyes that practically sparkle with exhilaration.

“Bright eyes, I am more than okay with this. You can finally do a job you love! I swear you’ll have free reign and you know everyone loves you here. And I can always buy a bigger trailer, I have a small one as I didn’t need much space but I can upgrade for definite. Oh my god...oh my god.” You can’t help but giggle at the enthusiasm he shows, happy that he seems to be as excited as you are about the idea.

“Okay then, let’s do this. I’ll write my letter of resignation right now and hand it in on Monday.” He nods his head with a grin, trying to chew his lip so that you can’t see how happy he is. But he’s practically radiating it.

“I’ll be waiting for you then, a month on Monday.” You let out a squeal before falling backwards, the anger of the earlier day truly gone as you wriggle around on your bed. Slowly you roll around until you’re facing the screen once more, a soft smile on your face as you see Hoseok watching you with soft eyes filled with love.

“I love you.” He whispers quietly, eyes flickering over your image as he tries to memorise each pixel. Your stomach flips at the thought of you being able to do this in person, permanently and you giggle.

“I love you too. And I can’t wait to live with you.” Whispering softly, you reach out and gently trace his face on the screen. He chuffs out a laugh before doing the same to his own screen, your special ringmaster who has magicked your heart away long ago.

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Sky Bet EFL Q&A: Michael Rose hoping to help Macclesfield complete great escape

Forget about rebelling without a cause, Michael Rose is a rebel with one.

The 36-year-old midfielder eats sausages, chips and gravy on a Friday night for home games and refuses to go to the gym, but does not doubt his passion and dedication to help Macclesfield Town maintain the Sky Bet

If Macclesfield wins this weekend in Port Vale, while Yeovil and Notts County failed to match them, the club failed to win one of the first 13 games of the season.

Michael Rose eats sausage, chips, and gravy on a home evening Friday night

and gravy on a home evening Friday night "

Michael Rose eat sausage, chips and gravy on a Friday night for home games

The first victory came on October 20, a 2-1 victory over Carlisle.

In Rose they had a player with many experience i n degradation, and they had to do the same with Morecambe on

They also brought in Sol Campbell, an appointment that was considered eleven brave and full of danger due to his absence of management experience.

Rose is central to the Macc revival and Campbell & # 39; s plans to make a passing game, no matter how dangerous the circumstances are.

It seems appropriate that Rose should be the subject of this week's Sky Bet EFL Q&A.

With 679 performances from the first team for 12 clubs, including Chester, Hereford, Yeovil, Scunthorpe, Stockport, Swindon, Colchester, Rochdale and Morecambe, the converted left back made a detour from Manchester to Macclesfield,

He received a football lesson from Trevor Sinclair, would like Roy Keane to pick up for him and remember that he was physically ill on the field during a 6-1 home defeat when

Hardworking.

Hardworking. Leader. Composed.

Describe yourself of the field in 3 words. Family man. Winning the League One final play-off at Wembley for Stockport.

That was against Rochdale (3-2 in May 2008).

I had been with old Wembley to watch a game, but never played clearly. But playing on the new Wembley was just something else.

As a team, we played very well. We were sure to go into it. We went 1-0 lower, but I always had a feeling and I think the rest would win the game anyway.

It was not like Rochdale was at the top. We went up 3-1 and Rochdale scored 3-2, but even then they didn't really have any problems or problems afterwards, so it was still a fairly comfortable win.

It was the whole day, the build-up, the going to the floor, the changing rooms and then playing in a bigger game than I had ever done before.

Seeing where Stockport the divisions then descends was like from one end of the scale to the other.

There was a lot that happened behind the scenes that you never get to know the full story, but they are now doing well and hopefully they are finishing it and being promoted (from National League North to National Competition)

I am still looking forward to their results, which I do for most of my old clubs.

The 36-year-old is central to the Macclesfield revival under Sol Campbell in League Two. A year old was central to the Macclesfield revival under Sol Campbell in League Two "

The 36-year-old was central to the Macclesfield revolution under Sol Campbell in League Two

Who is the most difficult opponent I was loaned to Scunthorpe from Yeovil, I entered in January and my second game was Man City in the FA Cup (a 3-1 defeat in January 2006). That was a nice intro, Trevor Sinclair played on the right side in the first half, which was interesting.

I knew we were going to be in a difficult game, but I don't think I would ever meet anyone before. He was strong and fast. You would think he would go there, but he would have to go another way.

It was difficult.

I played against Bolton for a year previously in the League Cup, I was 23. I was in my second year in Ye ovil and had just gone on loan to Scunthorpe, but I was not a cup …

My first year in Colchester was that I am not sure what to do, but I do not know what to do. embarrassing because I was horrible. I was just relegated when I was in Swindon and moved to Colchester.

We won our first game at Preston with 4-2 and I think: & # 39; Yes, this is great. , we are going very well this year. & # 39;

Then we played Wycombe in the League Cup on Tuesday-evening. It went to a penalty shootout (3-3 after an extension in August 2011) and I missed. Then the next league match was the home of Wycombe and I gave away a penalty.

The start of that season just went up and down. I did well, then I gave the ball away and scored the other team.

I lost my place, got my place back and then we played Stevenage at home and I was sick on the field in the second half due to illness.

It was a season that I could just write off and especially the start of it was just embarrassing.

I played the first half of the following season, did well and then left in January, but ironically I probably scored the best goal of my career while I was at the club, a 35-yard volley from a corner against Portsmouth

What song do you get in the mood for a match?

The boys put the music on in the dressing room, but I don't really listen to music for a game. It's just in the background.

I don't really listen to it in the car that goes to the ground, not even because I will have my missus in the car with me and the baby will be asleep in the back.

There is no real trigger to make up for a game. When I was younger, I was worried about playing well and I think it would affect me in some games. I thought I didn't play well, I didn't play the next week, that I had to play well.

I always thought too much about things, but now at my age, I just enjoy going outside and playing. It's not that I'm more worried because I know I'm 36 and I'm coming to the end of my career – although I'm not ready to finish. I am happy at home, I have a nice family and I just enjoy playing.

What is your guilty food pleasure? sweet really. Everything I shouldn't eat.

I always ate the pasta, ate all the good stuff, I have a Friday night ritual when we have a home game that I go to the chippy and have sausage, chips and gravy. & # 39; I need this, I need that for tomorrow. & # 39;

But one game when I was in Rochdale, I didn't play. Manager Keith Hill had done the team form on Friday and I didn't play.

I was alone in a flat. I thought, "I mean, I'm going to the chippy, I can't let it cook, I don't play tomorrow, so that doesn't matter."

I went and had sausages, chips and gravy. I came to the ground the next day and discovered that I was playing. I played very well and thought: & # 39; Well that's it. From now on I'm going to the chippy Friday … & # 39;

That has been going on for about four years now.

Which player in history would you like to play alongside? What would you like to play alongside? – And why?

Roy Keane. I played the left back for most of my career, but I now see myself as a midfielder.

I went to Rochdale as a leftover man, had a nightmare in one game, got booked and Keith Hill took me away after about 30 minutes and said: & # 39; I can't get my full back when booking have. & # 39; I said: & # 39; Great. & # 39;

On Monday we went back to the training. He went to my office and said: & # 39; You'll never play left for me again. & # 39; I thought I was out the door, but then he said, "But you're playing in the middle of Saturday in the middle, so get ready."

That was it then. From that day on, I played midfield midfield. He didn't tell me how to play in midfield, he just told me to go on.

I did well, we were promoted, then I left and went to Morecambe and had two years there as a midfielder and now here at Macclesfield as a midfielder center. I enjoy it. I wish I would have entered midfield earlier.

I now feel fitter than I felt as a person left behind. You are more involved. Everything goes through you.

I started with Man United, but I was only on a YT and never got involved with the first team, but you can clearly see that the first team players like Roy Keane are walking through the building. Watching him was just ridiculous.

He could take over what I do now, all the tackling, all the nonsense things, then just give me the ball and I could pass from it all instead of being crushed everywhere at my age like I am now.

I go and win the ball back, give it to the children, then they run away and try to do something with it. I need someone there to go and that for me.

Rose is well aware of degradation, and has done the same with Morecambe

Rose is well versed in relegation, tiring acts have done the same with Morecambe last year

It must be Pep (Guardiola). Just because of the way he lets Man City play, fit, fit, fit, everyone moves around. It's just a pleasure to watch and it must be the same to play for him. They should work so hard on it that they are so comfortable with how they do it.

We have Sol Campbell here. He has been really good since he came. We have to do what he says, but he has his own ideas about how he wants us to play and he has not deviated from it. He has an idea of how he wants us to play what we are working on.

He prefers to play the right way than he does, he wants to play football, but I am sure that during his career with Tottenham and Arsenal I had the right training facilities with perfect training places, the gym, the swimming pool and everything else.

When we come to a place like Macclesfield, the reality is that we don't have things like that. Some days we have to train in different places because the water is overflowing or the field is not good enough.

And I'm sure he doesn't have a big plush office like Arsene Wenger had.

We may be gone again to get rid of it, but the start we had – no one can win 13, 14 games without winning and expect to do well. If we go this weekend, we are safe.

I survived on the last day of last season with Morecambe and I didn't really want to be like that again. It is not easy for me.

I don't know. I went from Manchester United to Chester City, who were in the conference. That was literally at the last minute and I had nothing else, I had to work hard to stay in the game.

My brother Stephen was a year older than me and I went to Bristol Rovers after United released him. I was in United for another year.

Then he left Bristol Rovers, came back home, and we both signed to Chester.

So I would probably have done something like that, building or plumbing.

Tell us a secret that fans won't know …

I never go to the gym. Ever. All the boys think I am home from trouble, but I don't. I hate the gym. It is meaningless. Meaningless.

It's clear that clubs have structures to go to in the gym and all your gym work, but I've always pulled the fitness coach and just said, & # 39; Look, that's not for me I will look like I am doing something but not doing it. & # 39;

I got away with it for a number of years. And I'm not starting now.

As I said before, I now feel fitter than when I was 22 or 23. Maybe that was because I ate the right things and had pasta, but now I don't worry about what I eat and run around as a 21-year-old.

I would definitely not be a sports scientist if I were not a football player.

I think that warm-ups and diet plans are a myth propagated by sports scientists. Or if that was me, there would be sausage and chips every Friday night.

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In truth it has been quite the wild week; so much has been happening all at once that it’s been a struggle to keep up not only physically but mentally as well. Acceptance has weighed heavily on my mind since speaking with Fran last Monday – and the night after the appointment I simply lay on my bed for a few hours, quietly, just staring up toward the ceiling, overwhelmed with anxiety, simply thinking about it and not doing anything else. It was something that was occurring, something I just had to let run its course for a time. It was while thinking about it that I got onto the subject of why it might have been occurring and I was not lying when I said that nothing in my environment had changed, none of my routines had changed, nothing had happened to trigger such an intense anxiety of which indeed, lasted a number of days after such appointment. And then it clicked! A few days prior, at my doctor’s appointment, my contraceptive pill got changed. (I don’t entirely know why.) I was told that it was exactly the same, just under a different name and so I presumed that the one I took before had been discontinued. Regardless, I took it as I would normally and that is when my severe anxiety started. It didn’t make any sense; I was told they were exactly the same, just under a different name, but this was largely untrue. I did some research; and while the active ingredient is indeed the same, that of which makes up the rest of the pill couldn’t be any different. Something in those ingredients was triggering my anxiety; I was certain of it. And upon talking to a close friend of mine she confirmed that it was more than likely polyethylene glycol, something of which was banned for use in medication in the USA because of its high risk of side effects. So, mom made me an appointment to talk to the doctor, over the phone, about it and the possibility of switching back to my old pill; I was sick of the crippling anxiety, the horrible stomach pains, the dizziness, the uneasiness. The first doctor mom spoke to (since I could barely do anything) basically put it down to me being crazy. I’m not joking; he said I was hallucinating my symptoms, that he could see I have mental health issues and that I was just looking for something to blame them on. Obviously, this set off my paranoia and I could barely be spoken to, I was inconsolable. She then called again, made an appointment to see a doctor because by this point she was concerned that I was in crisis. The doctor I saw listened less than the first but was in the least willing to give me three months’ worth of my old pill “just to see”. And, obviously, if nothing changed then to go and see my normal doctor. Within two days, the anxiety was gone, and I was feeling far better. But instead of being relieved, I’m wondering if it was actually the medication, or if it was just my head disliking the change. I’ve not been bothered about the change of medication before – so I’m inclined to believe that I was right! But at the same time, I’m now doubting everything I think; what if I am more messed up in the head than I realise. I probably am. Regardless – I spoke to my mom about the possibility of having some kind of Support worker; mentioned by Fran; and she was quite openly happy about the idea… and so am I. Not only would it help me – but it would also take pressure off of the rest of the family; it’s not fair for them to keep having to look after me and if that pressure could be lifted, even just a little bit, would probably help relationships at home, too.

Speaking of mom – she has been rather ill for the past few days and at one point we thought she may have Viral Meningitis; and almost called an ambulance; but she improved. She hasn’t been able to do anything; terrible headaches, sore throat, vomiting. So I’ve been having to do everything around the house and in honesty, it has been nothing short of exhausting. I’m beyond tired, I haven’t been sleeping well. You know – it’s quite horrible being me at the moment; my head is just a hostile place. I’ve noticed that I’ve been more paranoid. I walked to the shop (literally just up the road) yesterday with my sister in tow and I was intensely conscious of everyone around me; there was one fellow in the shop, perfectly innocent, of whom I was convened was going to follow me home and potentially hurt me. And that is becoming more of a regular occurrence; I had a little bit of paranoia anyway, but it’s getting more intrusive now; even at home with those I love. Yesterday, my Nan was over helping to cook something to eat and I was certain she was watching everything I was doing because she didn’t trust me to look after mom. She was. I was also invited out with Mike to one of his friends birthday celebrations and immediately did I panic because I do not like social situations like that. They make me feel on the spot, like everyone is watching me, like I’m going to make an absolute fool of myself. I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of people I don’t know! So I said to Mike that I probably wouldn’t go because I would be quite uncomfortable; and he said jokingly, that I am always uncomfortable. And that hurt! I’m so oversensitive to things like that; criticism and things of the sort; but I know he didn’t mean it in a hurtful way. I have also been thinking about how dependant I am on my mom; at first I thought it was just because it’s nice to have support and things through everything I do but then I came to realise, just the other day, how really, really dependant I am. I can’t function without help; I can’t make decisions on my own most of the time, I am petrified of being left to fend for myself if anything happened to mom and indeed, perhaps that is why my anxiety the last few days has been so high because mom has been ill and unable to do anything. I’m really passive as a person and I find it difficult to made decisions and things of that kind… Without mom basically guiding me, I really don’t think I would function at all. It’s been a nightmare the past few days, I’ve been really struggling to just… do things. If it wasn’t for my sister sort of… pointing things out that needed to be done… I don’t know. It’s been playing on my mind a hell of a lot and it’s just been bringing up feelings of being useless and inferior.

And I had this weird experience this morning; I was lay in bed, willing myself to get up when I heard the TV playing in the living room; my bedroom is right off from the living room so it was really easy to hear. It was the weather forecast saying how it was going to be hot and that there wasn’t much chance of rain, that the hot weather was going to continue; I heard all of it and it actually annoyed me that someone would have the TV loud enough, that early in the morning, for me to hear. So I got up in a bit of a huff, pulled my door open and the Tv wasn’t even on. Nobody else was awake yet. I felt so confused and uncomfortable and for a few moments, I just stared at the black tv screen, feeling like a thousand eyes were locked upon me, judging me. I’ve not felt that horrible since I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognise myself. I’m also massively stressed at the moment because I have so very much going on this week; I have Rowan house and a doctors appointment today; tomorrow I have my piano lesson and I have done no practice at all because I’ve been distracted by other things and have lacked the motivation but at the same time I’m petrified of being awful and not having progressed at all; Wednesday would have been my oldest cat’s birthday had she still been here. Thursday is the day I am dreading the most; I have my PIP (Personal Independence Payment) tribunal that I have to go to. I remember going through all the forms with mom about how much help I need to stay safe and all of that jazz; and they didn’t consider any of it. The woman that came to the house to assess me deemed me perfectly able to do everything by myself just because I gave the cat a fuss while she was here. Even though I couldn’t look at her, sit near her, talk to her properly; I was riddled with anxiety and near vomiting. They demand evidence but besides the bits we have already given them, I don’t have anything more; mom says it’s all going to go fine and not to worry and if I have a bit of a “spazz” on the day then that would help to prove how I am. But I am losing sleep over thinking about it; it’s driving me insane. And if we don’t get it? Then the past 18 months of struggle to try will be completely in vain and all of that stress and discomfort and worry and fear would have just been for nothing. I’m scared; it’s a huge worry for me. I can’t even be left in the kitchen on my own to cook something in the microwave because I often disassociate and then accidentally drop something hot, or burn myself, or something of the kind.

I don’t know – I’m just tired. I’m fed up. I’ve had enough; my head won’t shut off, it won’t stop tossing a thousand thoughts at me all at once and overwhelming me. Why do I look into everything too much? It’s automatic, I can’t help it. And when asked questions – even as simple as “how are you?” I freeze; I can’t think, I find it hard to come up with an answer. Blank. What if I say something wrong? What if I say something completely irrelevant? I don’t know.

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