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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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Bella Italia Part 2

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Three years have passed since your internship at the university in Rome with your father. You're about to embark on your dream career as a concert pianist, when a blast from the past knocks you sideways.

Warning - smut / cheating / language

Features Jim from the Delinquent Season

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You embraced your parents as you came off stage, beaming. You had just given your debut performance at Dublin's biggest theatre, the first since you graduated with first class honours from the University of Durham in England, to a standing ovation from the crowd. Your father quickly enveloping you in a hug, kissing your cheek, telling you how proud he was of you.

A few of the other performers were waiting off the wings, there was to be a Q&A with some press people and concert attendees after the show and you were expected on the panel. You squeezed your mum's hand and went to freshen up.

Sitting in your seat, you looked out the small crowd - cameras clicking and reporters waiting, you felt a bit like a film star! The director of the performance called silence and introduced you all, before opening the floor for questions.

"I have a question for the pianist..." You froze. That voice... That unmistakeable accent...

"You play with such passion... Such a sincere performance, you can almost feel the pain and sadness - is it from personal experience?" You felt as sick as the day he left you three years ago, and you had to swallow hard to contain your emotions.

"No. No it isn't." Short and sweet. No need for anything more. You weren't actually capable of anything more in all honesty. Jim's voice in the crowd had stunned you. You knew, moving back to Dublin, there was a chance he would be around, but you'd fought so hard to move on... And he'd just undone it all with one simple question. You were grateful for the large tablecloth - your legs were shaking.

Fortunately the Q&A was over quickly, and you didn't hear his voice again but you could almost feel him staring at you throughout. Walking carefully offstage, your father was there waiting for you to take you back home.

"Are you okay y/n?" Your mum asked, seeing the far away look in your eyes.

"What? Oh.. yes mam I'm good.. just tired is all. Looking forward to getting into bed!" Your father glanced behind you and grinned suddenly.

"Jim! How lovely to see you again! How've you been?" Your father welcomed him with a handshake like they'd been friends for years, which only fueled your anger. If only he knew the truth.. your teeth gritted, you turned around and there he was.

"Yeah, good, thanks! Been a while y/n.." he looked to you and you forced a smile.

"Hasn't it just." You grimaced. He looked to the floor, then back up at your Dad.

"Michael, how about we go and have a drink? Been a while since we've been out, one drink won't hurt?" Your mum turned to you dad, earning her a glare from you. She glared back and dragged your father over to the bar, leaving you with Jim.

"Can we talk y/n?" His hand came to rest on your arm.

"Nothing to talk about Jim. You got what you wanted from me, then you fucked back off to be with your wife - what more is there to say?" You seethed, swiping his hand away.

"It wasn't like that y/n.. please let me explain?"

"You've had three years to explain!! You could have explained the day you left, instead of fucking me in the janitor's closet!" You hushed your voice, teeth still gritted, tears threatening to spill over.

"I couldn't face telling you.. okay? I couldn't bring myself to tell you the truth.. please, all I'm asking is a chance to explain. I know I'm 3 years late and I don't deserve it, but please?" You glanced down at his left hand and saw the wedding ring. Decision made.

"Go fuck yourself, Jim."

That weekend, your father had arranged a dinner party for you at home to celebrate you graduating and your successful debut performance. Your mum pulled you to one side as you were finishing getting ready.

"There's something I need to tell you y/n..." You turned to face her before you applied your lipstick, this didn't sound good.

"Your father's added 2 people to the guest list... Jim and Liane..." You stood in shock - why the hell was he inviting them?? They'd only worked together a couple of weeks... Why??

"No... Mam I can't do this! Please! Tell them I'm sick..." Your mum hugged you tight. She was the only one who knew what had happened back in Italy, promising never to tell your father in case he hunted Jim down with a rifle... And now here he was inviting him to dinner!!

"They've been catching up since they saw each other at your performance.. Jim's keen on History, your Dad teaches it.."

"He's just using Dad to get to me mam! And he's bringing his wife?? What the hell??"

"I know... I know... I've only just found out okay? If I'd known before now I'd have called the whole thing off but it's too late.. look at me.... Stand up straight. Smile. Blow it away. YOU, my girl, did nothing wrong. Nothing. HE is the slimeball, HE is the cheat, HE is the asshole. Understand?" You laughed a little, your mum never swore, it was so funny when she did... But she was right. You straighted up, and applied your lipstick, a new mindset forming.

You had your fun in Italy, Jim. It's my turn now.

You heard everyone downstairs, they'd all started to arrive around 30minutes ago. You restyled your hair into loose waves, and slipped into a figure hugging black dress. Walking down the stairs, you spotted him and nearly ran back up the stairs - instead, you held your resolve and walked on. Without even acknowledging him, you walked past him and made your way over to greet everyone. You could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head and couldn't help but smile.

The night was so much fun, you barely had time to acknowledge Jim trying to get your attention. Of course you noticed it - his eyes trying to catch yours, finding his way over to within a few feet of you before you turned your back and walked away - it was hilarious.

You were in the bathroom after saying goodbye to your guests when you heard the window knock.

"Open it y/n." His voice was on the other side. You gasped in shock, how the hell did he know you were in there? He left an hour ago?!

You ignored it, hoping he'd go away, but he was persistent. The knocking getting louder. You relented, worried it would alert your parents, and opened the window.

"What?" You hissed, seeing him outside.

"Will you PLEASE stop ignoring me?"

"I think they call it 'ghosting' Jim. Look it up - should sound familiar. Now, if you don't mind, kindly fuck off." You moved to close the window but he grabbed your arm, stopping you.

"You let me explain first. Then I'll fuck off, and I'll never contact you again. Deal?" You softened, reluctantly. You did deserve an explanation..

"Not here, my parents will be asking where I am..."

"Meet me tomorrow. At 11 - Campbell's cafe in town? Just give me the chance to explain, please?"

He was out of the window and running back to his car across the street before you had chance to respond.

#jim delinquent season x y/n #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy #cillian smut #cillian murphy fanfiction

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justaredheadf1fan · 2 years

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Mercedes-AMG Petronas statement

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Well, first of all, I’d like to start by thanking those who have liked my Abu Dhabi GP post from yesterday, I really appreciate it, since I had no expectations, but it’s nice regardless. So, thank you 🥰

Now, I wanted to talk about a different topic entirely, but I’ll leave it for tomorrow, since today’s been an eventful day actually. We all know by now that Mercedes-AMG Petronas F1 Team have released a statement related to the Abu Dhabi GP incident at the end of the race. I’d like to comment on a few things about it and if there’s anyone who’d like to comment or add something, feel free to do so.

I’d like to say that while I was reading the statement on LinkedIn, the first place I’ve come across the post, I was feeling a little disappointed. Disappointed because the FIA should be held accountable by all means for last Sunday’s incident, especially Michael Masi as I said on my previous post. And disappointed because Lewis should’ve been allowed a chance of winning fairly, and if he hadn’t won, it should’ve been fairly too.

However, as what I was reading started to sink in bit by bit, I realized what was going on. First, that Lewis wouldn’t want to win the Championship in court. Second, the hate and harassment he would’ve endured if he had won the case if they had proceeded. Which is particularly sad, to be honest. People would’ve criticized each and every comment he’s made, every race and championship he’s won; anything that would’ve been deemed “wrong” by many, would’ve been terribly unfair. And there’s only one reason to all of this: racism in Formula 1.

It’s sad that in 2021 we’re still seeing comments and attitudes that are so wrong towards people that are supposedly “different”, and therefore bad or wrong, because of their skin color. For some reason, Sir Lewis Hamilton’s skin color makes him “less worthy”, a “cheater”, an “attempted murderer”, and so many other disgusting things.

As I’ve said before, I’ve come to love Sebastian Vettel over time, I believe he’s a sweet, fun and extremely intelligent and amazing driver. And he’s proven to be all that so far. I saw some days ago a video where the difference between him, a white man, and Hamilton, a man of color (not sure if I’m using the correct terminology, so forgive me if I don’t, I get lost on these things since they change so much along the way), was palpable even.

At the beginning of the 2020 season, when Covid-19 was causing way too much damage already and countries had started to close their borders and applying crushing restrictions, the Australian GP in Melbourne was to take place regardless of Australia closing down entirely during that exact weekend. There was a press conference with Sebastian, Sir Lewis and Daniel Ricciardo, where a reporter at some point during the interview asked Hamilton why he thought the race was still taking place on Sunday, to which Sebastian said “cash is king” and Hamilton repeated the sentence, more like questioning if he really said that, than stating a fact himself.

While Sebastian’s comment was taken as a joke, after the press conference, Sir Lewis Hamilton was bashed about the comment. See anything there? It’s just an example. I find the comment both funny and accurate at the same time, since they shouldn’t even have travelled all the way to Australia in the first place, proven by the fact that the race was indeed cancelled during the weekend, while everyone was there. But the difference in treating two people differently about the same exact comment, is a clear red flag to me.

Same thing happens now regarding the Abu Dhabi GP incident. Lewis hasn’t even said a word himself about it, he’s continued on with his life without joining the circus, because he knows if he even thinks about saying the slightest thing that might be taken the wrong way, he’ll be crucified. Regardless, like the champion and respectful and sportsmanlike individual he is, he congratulated Verstappen on his win and subsequent Championship, stayed on the podium long enough, and made no remarks about what had happened. Why? Because if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have been treated fairly.

BUT we do have Toto Wolff to speak some truths in Sir Lewis’ place, because HE CAN, therefore, HE HAS. Because he’s got his back, because he cares about him, because they’re a team and they take care of each other. So, he spoke; he was calm, although still clearly affected and upset about the whole thing, but he gave us some insight on what they all feel. And that’s good. Toto’s got Lewis and always will. And that’s what Sir Lewis needs, to have someone with the power and the will to be there for him when he himself can’t say anything that could be used against him.

Apart from all of this, I’m really hoping that what Mercedes stated in their post about their decision is true and everyone’s working along with F1 and the FIA in order to make the rulebook clear and making sure something like this doesn’t happen again, because let’s remember there was not only one person affected by this whole situation, many more drivers were. It’s only fair that everyone works under the same rules, even the organization that wrote those rules and is supposed to apply them correctly and fairly.

And I know it’s all sounding as a campaign pro Sir Lewis Hamilton, but this is about unfairness, about the FIA and F1 being a racist environment, part of the fandom of the sport included (not arguing how much of it here), which in 2021 shouldn’t be happening at all. An institution, regardless of its name, should uphold basic human rights and respect, instead of promoting hate, insults and leaving such racist behaviors unpunished, as it’s being going on lately in this sport for what I’ve been able to gather so far. It’s insane and should be stopped once and for all. This should be a sport to celebrate among all of us, not used to smear someone who’s doing their job because his skin is a different shade.

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klaudia2646 · 3 years

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2020 in a review.

It started very well. We went on a very nice cruise in February. I got recruited to work at another state office. An office that, before the pandemic, was very layback. No clients yelling at you at all times. All was very nice. For 3 weeks. Then the country shut down, pandemic was here and work was no good anymore. It has been chaotic ever since. To me it seems like time stopped in March. Andrew and Little Bit moved out the weekend before the country shutdown. Andrew got a job at the same office where I work but another city and Little Bit hasn’t worked since March because she got lay-off. Then she was very pregnant when her work reopened. Now she has the tiny little baby who’s 2 weeks old tomorrow. Michael got Covid and we all had to quarantine and then 3 months later David, Michael and Lynsey got Covid. Thank goodness they’re all fine. I had to quarantine once again. We had 2 tornadoes. The first one destroyed the mall and many businesses. The second one damaged a house and some businesses. No one died. The weather has been completely crazy.

Now, even though the pandemic has been a horrible nightmare for everyone, I do have to be thankful.

We have all kept our jobs. Little Bit was the only one who lost hers but at least she got the unemployment for several months and now Andrew is working for another company in his field making a lot more.

We have a new grandson, it would had been great if he had been born not in a pandemic but it is what it is.

We have 2 new pups, Walter and Lou. And Michael and Lynsey have 2 new pups as well, Winston and Orissa. We’re actually dog sitting starting today until Sunday.

We had fun on the 4th of July. Got a bunch of fireworks and had a blast at night. The dogs didn’t.

We went to Eureka Springs in June. It was fun. As fun as it could be during a pandemic.

I started pen palling with some people around the world and exchanging postcards.

We now have a new president. Hopefully. I will not be completely sure until January 20th.

The vaccines for the Covid 19 are already out so hopefully this is the beginning of the end of the pandemic.

Now looking forward, I have to go on a very powerful diet. I’m going to start my weight watchers again, and I’ll go walking at least 3 times a week as long as it’s not raining.

I’m waiting for my last job to post a position so I can apply and hopefully go back. I’m not looking forward to dealing with the clients there but it’ll be better than staying where I am.

#new year’s Eve #goodbye 2020 #12/31/2020

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gjhtfjry · 3 years

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7-wonders · 5 years

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Ironically Alive

Summary: Now that you’ve recovered from your first meeting with your father-in-law, one question nags at your mind: what about the rest of Michael’s family?

Word Count: 3124

A/N: Mad Love part 8, woo! Hope you guys enjoy, if you do I’d love to hear your thoughts on it. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated.

Michael’s back to his awkward self for the rest of the weekend, but you can’t really blame him. How is a person supposed to act when their father kidnaps the subconscious of their spouse and attempts to scare them into submission? After your wonderful Friday with him, though, it’s disheartening to be back on opposite sides of a figurative brick wall. You spent most of the day yesterday in bed, reading a book to try and keep your mind off of your encounter with Satan. Although Michael stopped in periodically, he wasn’t nearly as attentive as he was the day before. Since you’re leaving the mansion in a matter of hours, you at least want to talk to him a little bit. Michael, you’ve noticed, has a habit of avoiding people or things when there’s a subject that he desperately doesn’t want to talk about.

A solitary knock on the office door is the only advance warning you provide before swinging open the door and waltzing in, a sarcastically cheerful “hi, Mikey!” falling from your lips. Michael tries not to react, but you can see the slight quirk of his lips as he rolls his eyes.

“I thought you were made aware that no one is allowed in my office?”

“Figured that didn’t apply to your wife,” you reply while taking a seat in the chair on the opposite side of the large oak desk.

“You believe that you’re exempt from all the rules of this household,” Michael points out.

“That’s because I am exempt.” You lay your head down on your arms, looking up at Michael while he works.

“Something’s on your mind.”

“You promised me that you wouldn’t use your magic!”

“I didn’t. Your eyes, however, always manage to betray you.” Shooting a quick glare at him, you can only hold a stern expression for a quick second before your lips twitch and you sigh.

“I was just...well, we need to talk about what happened on Friday.”

“What is there to talk about? I had assumed you asked all of your questions after it happened.”

“I’ve thought of some more.”

“Of course you have,” Michael chuckles, rolling his eyes. “Ask away, then.”

“When Satan was speaking to me, he mentioned your mother, but you’ve never mentioned her to me.” Michael stiffens at your words, slowly laying down his pen and looking up at you.

“I’ve never seen the need to mention her.”

“Why not?”

“Must I explain my reasoning to you?”

“I just think it’s a little unfair that you get to know every single detail about me, but then you get to pick and choose what you tell me about you.” You know not to press him when you’ve already made some valid points, so you wait in silence as he mulls over what you’ve said.

“My mother’s name was Vivien Harmon, she was a cellist and the wife of an adulterer. The Harmon family moved from Boston to Los Angeles, in the hopes that it would repair Vivien and Ben’s relationship. Unfortunately, that move would mark the beginning of the end, for they moved into the so-called ‘Murder House.”

“The house where those two nurses were murdered by that serial killer?”

“That and more. The house sits upon a Hellmouth, causing all of the spirits that die there to remain trapped as spirits. My father took advantage of a young, impressionable boy, possessing him and making him--” Michael’s voice breaks as he shakes his head, “--making him rape Vivien. Vivien, however, was already pregnant by Ben.”

“So...you have a twin? How is that even possible if you each have different fathers?”

“It’s incredibly rare in modern medicine, but it does happen. I overpowered him in the womb, basically starved him of nutrients and prevented him from ever being able to survive. A boy named Jeffrey, born stillborn mere minutes before I was born. The stress, the carnage that was my birth killed Vivien. That’s all I wish to say about the matter.”

“Michael,” you reach a hand out to touch his arm, but he jerks his arm away while wiping a stray tear from his face.

“You should be getting back home, (Y/N). Don’t you have an early class tomorrow?”

“I--yeah, I do.” Standing, you bounce awkwardly as you wait to see if Michael says anything else. “Uh, see you later?”

“Later. I’ll call you.” He’s short, in a way that he normally isn’t with you. Reaching the door, you turn around to look at him one last time. He’s facing away from you, staring out at the warm afternoon light while lost in his thoughts.

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Curiosity is going to get you killed one day, but you’re hoping that day isn’t today. Maybe you should have left the conversation with Michael in his office, but it was all too easy to find the address for the Murder House, and even easier to pick the lock once evening fell and you could move under the cover of darkness. The entire time you were fiddling with the lock on the back door, you told yourself that you would leave if you couldn’t get it open; a sign that you were meant to leave the information as it was, and never speak of your trip to Michael again. But when the lock popped open after only two minutes of picking it, you took it as a sign that you needed to pursue this matter further.

The light of your phone flashlight illuminates your surroundings, and you’re shocked to see that it doesn’t look like the dusty interior of any horror movie house you’ve seen prior to this. It’s well-kept, every odd and end in its place and not a speck of dust in sight. You hesitantly flip the light switch next to you, the light suddenly flooding in from the overhead ceiling lamp that someone still works. You’re pretty sure you can even hear an air conditioner running, and you briefly wonder if a family does live here and if you’ve just accidentally committed breaking and entering. If you have, then it’s a family who doesn’t like to personalize their home at all. There’s no photographs up, no childish artwork hanging on the fridge, nothing besides the obsessive cleanliness to indicate that anyone lives here.

Trailing your fingers along the wall, you take your time as you meander through the house. Although you don’t want to, you find yourself imagining a younger Michael. Was he a cherubic blond boy, chasing after a toy ball down this long hallway? Did he sit atop the arm of the couch while watching the house get cleaned, little legs swinging in the air? Which bedroom belonged to him? Thinking of Michael like this humanizes him, in a way. He’s always been human to you, but he’s always seemed like this indomitable figure that you could never fully touch. Having these mental images of Michael as a gap-toothed child somehow makes him seem just like every other person that you’re friends with.

Oh god, are you friends with Michael now? You did kiss him, so this shouldn’t be too startling, but being friends with the man who had you kidnapped doesn’t sit too well. People are supposed to be friends with their spouses though, right? That’s a good start, then, that you’ve gone from despising him to actually considering him one of your friends.

“It’s rude to break into a locked house, even if it is abandoned,” a cool voice mutters behind you. Gasping, you spin around at the unexpected voice.

An older woman with pinned-back red curls and mismatched eyes, one brown and one cloudy blue, stands before you. She’s clutching a feather duster in her liver-spotted hands, a white maid’s collar selling the look that this is the maid of the house.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that people lived here or else I wouldn’t have picked the lock!” You mentally curse upon realizing that you just admitted your guilt.

“Child, surely your mind isn’t so closed off to believe that.” The woman smiles, extending a hand for you to follow her. “Come, I can practically see your mind whirring with questions.”

“How do you--”

“Please, we could feel the Devil’s mark on your soul from the moment you slipped through the gates.” A clean southern accent accompanies the words that float down the winding staircase along with the woman in a flowing dress, blonde hair teased into a beehive and delicately balancing a glass of bourbon and a cigarette in one hand. “My dear, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Funny,” you say dryly.

“Now, who are you and how did my grandson manage to dig his claws into such a pretty, intelligent girl?” She reaches a shaking hand out, clutching your chin in her grasp.

“You’re…?”

“Why, Constance Langdon, of course.” Although Michael had never told you about his grandmother, the dramatics that both favor would have been enough of a giveaway. “You do know what that boy is, don’t you?”

“Unfortunately.” When Constance quirks an eyebrow at you, you continue. “He had me kidnapped and forced me to marry him in some weird Satanic ritual. Now I’m his wife, which is super ironic because the institution of marriage is inherently tied into religion.” You laugh awkwardly, not really sure how else to explain your unconventional situation.

“Welcome to the ‘lives ruined by Michael’ club.” A teenager with shaggy blond hair wearing an ill-fitting green sweater appears in front of your eyes, Constance tightening her grip on you to keep you from falling down the stairs in surprise. “I’m Tate and I’ll be your tour guide today,” Tate snickers.

“Um, I’m (Y/N).”

“Could you let go of her, Ma? Your nails are going to pierce her skin any second now.” Your eyes widen when your mind connects the dots. This must be the man who was unwillingly conscripted into Michael’s conception. Before you can form a coherent thought in your brain, Tate grabs your arm and pulls you from his mother’s grasp and in the direction of a living room. “Why are you here? We don’t get much in terms of visitors here, and when we do they’re usually killed by the ghosts here.”

“That’s not comforting at all,” you blanch.

“None of us could kill you even if we wanted to, not with the Devil having laid protection on your soul.” At least there’s one upside to being married to Michael, then.

“I just want answers, I guess. I get that Michael’s, you know, Satan’s kid, but there’s still the whole nature versus nurture debate. Could it have been prevented? What was it like when he was growing up? Did he just live in a house with ghosts? Did Satan raise him? Where do the Satanists come into this equation?” Once you start asking questions, you can’t stop, the inquiries pouring out of you like word vomit.

“Whoa, slow down. Who said we were even going to answer your questions? I may not be able to kill you, but I can still make your time here extremely painful.”

“Fuck off, Tate, you don’t scare me after everything that I’ve seen,” you roll your eyes at his pathetic intimidation attempt.

“You’ve seen it too, haven’t you?” A woman with copper hair leans against the doorway, a sleeping baby in her arms.

“Seen what?”

“Satan,” her voice drops to a mere whisper, as if the very mention of his name will summon him to this house. You don’t need to answer her, the widening of your eyes giving her your reply. “At least I was able to give Michael some humanity, or else he wouldn’t have someone like you as his bride.”

“Vivien?” A sad smile appears on her face as she nods.

“What did you see that made you seek out a place like this for answers?” A crowd has gathered, with spirits that you haven’t yet met joining the few that you have.

“I--It was on Friday. Michael lets me have my freedom during the week, so long as I spend the weekend with him. I had decided to take a bath, and I must have dozed off. When I woke up, I was faced with Satan. He...taunted me, made fun of me and then berated me for not yet procreating with Michael. Then he tried to kill me. I guess I screamed loud enough to jolt myself back to consciousness, because when I woke up Michael was yanking me out of the bath.

“Michael has never told me anything about his family, and so I was surprised when Satan mentioned you, Vivien. He complained about the fact that you had managed to pass your overly caring heart to Michael. I tried to ask Michael about his family today, but he gave me the story of his birth and then told me to leave. I’ve never been the type of person to leave with unanswered questions, so I came here. Probably not the smartest decision I’ve ever made, but it's the one that I stuck with.”

“That boy…” Constance steps forward, taking a swig of bourbon and bringing a hand up to her throat, “is nothing but a monster. You’d do well to find a way out of this marriage that he’s forced you into.”

“I can’t. He told me that if I leave, or tell anyone, he’ll kill my entire family. I tried once, and he managed to figure out what I was doing even though I had encrypted my computer. I’m stuck, and I just need to know. I need to know that there’s some good left in him. If there is, maybe I can stop the end of the world from happening.”

Constance and Vivien share a long look, and proceed to tell you everything. The small animals and nannies that he killed, the rose bushes, the priest, Constance’s suicide, and Michael’s subsequent abandonment. It only gets worse from there; Ben’s attempts to “help,” Tate’s disownment, the lesbian couple that he incinerated, Ms. Mead and the Satanists, and Michael’s first sacrifice.

It’s horrifying to hear the two women describe it. Michael, impressionable mind still catching up to his body after aging ten years in a single night, being manipulated by the Satanists to let them bring a kidnapped young girl into the house. The macabre pomp and circumstance of the ritualistic slaying, in which Ms. Mead and two others plunged a knife into the virgin’s chest and ripped her heart out. They presented the organ to Michael on a figurative silver platter, the boy taking a hearty bite out of the mass of muscle and tissue with nary a moment’s hesitation. Vivien vividly describes the shadow of a horned beast appearing over Michael and unfurling its wings as he swallowed, sealing his fate and affirming his birthright. You’re ashamed that, after all you’ve seen, heard, and experienced over the past month or so, your reaction to the graphic description of Michael’s first sacrifice…

...is to throw up.

You sprint out of the house in a frenzy, barely making it past the gate before violently retching. Your mouth burns as your stomach expels everything it has in it, heaving repeatedly until you’re vomiting nothing but stomach acid. Your hair’s been pulled back from your face, and the hand rubbing your back is soothing until you realize that the ghosts are trapped on the property that you’ve just left. Wiping your mouth on the back of your hand, you shakily glance up to see Michael.

“I’ve got you,” he soothes, running a hand down your face.

“Michael? How’d you know I was here?” Michael smiles softly, shaking his head.

“When you looked back at me before you left my office, I knew you wouldn’t let the matter go. After I realized that I gave you the name of the house, it was just a race to get here to you.”

Michael’s expecting you to be furious at what you’ve learned from his family. He’s expecting you to lash out and fight him, calling him terrible names and threatening to end his life over all of the sins he’s gladly committed. When you envelop him in a hug, his body stiffens from the turn of events.

“Why...are you...hugging me?” He’s gotten more used to hugs since you came into his life, but it’s still something he’s not used to.

“I’m so sorry for all of the shit that you had to go through. You didn’t deserve any of it; it’s not your fault how you were born.”

“Shh, you don’t need to apologize.” Michael slowly wraps his arms around you, but it’s still awkward for him.

“But it’s not fair that you--”

“I’ve come to terms with how my childhood was, (Y/N).”

“You’re not mad at me.” It’s not a question; you’ve seen Michael angry before, and this isn’t it.

“No. It’s my own fault for laying the temptation at your feet. I do wish you would have listened to me, though. I would have told you the information you desired in time, in a way that wouldn’t have been so overwhelming for you.” You chuckle, grabbing the hand he extends to you and allowing him to pull you up. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

“My home,” you say adamantly, looking Michael in the eyes.

“Yes, your home. After all, cats are supposed to be the best cure for a person’s turmoiled thoughts, are they not?” You quietly laugh, nodding.

“She’ll be more pleased to see you than me.”

With his bride clutching his arm, Michael glances back at the house. He hadn’t expected to actually see the spirits, but of course the nosy ghosts are all crowded in the windows. There’s his mother, her auburn hair shining in the late-afternoon light. Tate and Violet hold each other protectively, as if Michael’s mere glance will cause them to burst into flames. Front and center, as always, stands Constance.

She watches him with wise eyes, the grandson that she thought she was saving by hiding his murderous tendencies. She takes a drag of her cigarette and holds it deep in her chest, smoke leaving her lungs in delicate tendrils. Constance has a warning expression on her face, silently imploring Michael to let you go before he does even more damage. His father’s plan of bringing his soulmate to him, it seems, is just another disappointment to add onto Constance’s list of reasons to detest Michael. And so the prodigal son, unwillingly dragged once again to the house of his birth, raises his middle finger to the elderly woman before turning his back on the family he once wanted desperately to belong to.

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a-second-hand-sorrow · 5 years

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Live, Baby Live (Otis Milburn X Reader)

WC: 2091

Warnings: A bit of swearing, so many music references that I made a playlist

Summary: Y/N spends the weekend at Otis’ house in very close proximity with Otis

A/N: Ok so I’m in love with Otis Milburn so this fic is the result of that. Hope y’all enjoy it!

“Hey Otis, can I ask you a favour? I promise this is not a clinic thing, just one friend to another.” Y/N said, sitting down opposite Otis at the table in the library.

“Yeah, of course. What is it?” Otis replied, setting his book down so he could look at her.

“Well my parents are going out of town with my sister and they don’t want me to be alone all weekend, so I was wondering if it would be ok for me to stay with you? It’s just that my parents trust you and your mum, and I’ve not really got anyone else.” Y/N said, trying to keep her voice low as she rambled.

Otis went a soft shade of pink, but he nodded nonetheless, causing Y/N to smile. “I’ll have to check with mum but it should be fine.” He said, and Y/N gave him a wide smile, picking her bag up as she stood.

“Thanks Otis. Also, I know Friday nights are rom com nights at the Milburn house so I’ll bring some DVDs and maybe some microwave popcorn. See you tomorrow!” Y/N said, waving at Otis as she walked out of the library.

“What did Y/N want?” Eric said, causing Otis to jump slightly at his sudden appearance.

“There is a very high chance that she will be staying at my house for the weekend.” Otis said meekly, and Eric’s jaw dropped, a shocked sound escaping his mouth.

“Um Otis this is big! Haven’t you been crushing on Y/N since we started secondary?” Eric said, causing Otis to frantically shush him.

“Keep it down, Eric. I don’t want to mess anything up, and I’m happy just being friends with her.” Otis said, but it seemed he was more talking to himself than Eric.

“Whatever, man. You should totally ask her out, because I think that she really likes you.” Eric said, clapping Otis’ shoulder earning a slight huff from the boy.

“Just ask her out. How hard can it be?”

Otis stood in front of his mirror, picking at his outfit as he observed his reflection. Suddenly the familiar sound of the doorbell hit his ears and he stood up straight before rushing downstairs.

“That’s probably Y/N, I’ll get it!” Otis called, moving past his mother as he made it to the door, opening it to reveal Y/N. She was dressed in jeans and a jumper that Otis instantly recognised as one of his old ones.

“Hey, Otis.” Y/N said, waving her free hand at him. He waved back, gesturing for her to come in. She shut the door behind her, dropping her bags near it.

“Hi Jean. Thank you so for much for letting me stay.” Y/N said, watching as Otis’ mother smiled at her, waving her hand in a nonchalant way before pulling her into a brief hug.

“It’s my pleasure. Otis and I are both more than happy to have you here. Now, I heard you brought DVDs?” Jean said, pulling away from the hug as Y/N chuckled, nodding her head.

“Yes, I’ve got Music and Lyrics, and Notting Hill. I’ve got a bit of a thing for young Hugh Grant, sorry.” Y/N said, smiling sheepishly as Jean laughed. Otis’ eyes boggled as he watched the interaction. His mum wasn’t a hugger and never had been, so why did she hug Y/N like that?

“That’s understandable, Y/N. Maybe it’s something about the awkward yet adorably endearing tall brunette that you like?” Jean said, her eyes flicking very briefly to her son as Y/N stammered, her cheeks going a brilliant shade of red.

“Can I put my stuff upstairs, please?” Y/N said, suddenly feeling incredibly awkward. Otis nodded, stepping forward and picking up Y/N’s bag, gesturing for her to follow him.

“I’m so sorry about my mum. She’s the queen of overstepping boundaries, trust me.” Otis said once the pair were in his room, putting Y/N’s bag down at the foot of his bed. Y/N sat down on the bed, swinging her feet back and forth as she smiled at Otis.

“It’s ok. In other news, have you ever heard of INXS? Because my dad’s been telling me to listen to them for ages and I finally got around to it. They’re so good!” Y/N said, changing her position so she was sitting cross legged as Otis stood opposite her.

“I think I’ve heard some of their songs. They’re an Australian band, right?” Otis said, and Y/N nodded as she suddenly stood up, pulling out her phone and plugging it into Otis’ speaker.

“Yep. Their lead singer, Michael Hutchence died in ’97 which is a shame because he was really talented. One of the last great front men, my dad likes to call him.” Y/N said, scrolling through her phone before nodding her head, pressing play on a song.

The familiar opening to New Sensation began playing, causing Y/N to start dancing. Her dancing was far from perfect, and Otis chuckled at her awkward and somewhat off-beat movements.

“Come dance with me, Milburn! Live baby, live.” Y/N said, saying the last part in time with the opening lyrics. Otis gave her a hesitant look, but his heart fluttered at the thought of dancing with Y/N so he gave in, joining her in the middle of his room.

The pair danced along with the music, Y/N laughing when Otis nearly tripped over her bag. Suddenly the song was over and they were panting, smiles etched onto their faces.

However, another slower song started and Y/N let out a content sigh. “Never Tear Us Apart. One of my dad’s favourites, and one of mine. Do you maybe want to dance? Like properly dance?” Y/N said, rubbing the back of her head as she met Otis’ crystal blue eyes.

Otis gulped, his hands growing sweaty at the thought of being so close to Y/N. “Um, yeah? Sure.” He said, and Y/N smiled widely as she took a step closer to the boy.

She slowly placed her arms around Otis’ neck, having to reach up a little bit to do so. Otis took in a shaky breath, bringing his hands to sit on Y/N’s lower back. He swore internally, cursing his awkwardness but little did he know Y/N was feeling the same.

They slowly swayed to the music, Y/N humming under her breath once the lyrics started. She looked up at Otis, inhaling sharply when she realised just how close their faces were. His eyes sparkled like diamonds, and Y/N felt her stomach fill up with butterflies.

Otis looked at her, taking in how her Y/E/C eyes were full of life and just how beautiful she looked. Their eyes met and Y/N swallowed nervously, beginning to slowly move her face closer to Otis’. Otis felt his heart speed up as he matched Y/N’s movement, his eyes beginning to flutter shut.

“Otis, Y/N are we watching… oh I am so sorry!” The pair broke apart at the sound of Jean’s voice, the air around them rapidly becoming tense.

“I’ll, uh, go put the DVD on.” Y/N said quietly, tucking her hair behind her ear as she pulled Music and Lyrics out of her bag, quickly heading downstairs.

“Otis, darling, do you want to talk about what just happened because it’s clear that.” Jean said, but she was cut off by Otis storming out, a dark red blush on his face as he made his way downstairs.

“Hey.” Y/N said softly, looking up from the TV as she heard Otis’ footsteps. He gave her a reassuring smile, tentatively sitting down next to her on the couch.

“I need a fucking lock on my door, honestly.” Otis mumbled, and Y/N let out a chuckle, nodding her head.

“Should we wait for your mum?” Y/N asked, clutching the remote in her hand as she gestured to the menu on the screen.

“No, you can put it on.” Otis said, and Y/N nodded, pressing play. Y/N glanced at Otis and moved so she was closer to him, fiddling with the blanket that was draped over her lower body.

Y/N began humming along with Pop Goes My Heart, bopping her head in time with the rhythm. Otis chuckled, looking over at her as she did. She was a bit of a dork, yes, but he loved how unafraid she was of being herself, at least around him.

As the movie progressed Y/N and Otis moved closer to each other, even after they were joined by Jean. Eventually they ended up sharing the blanket, their legs touching under it.

It was late by the time the movie had finished, and Y/N and Otis decided to head to bed. Jean wished them good night, looking at them with some knowing expression that confused Y/N.

Once they were in Otis’ room Y/N moved to the speaker, almost like a nail drawn to a magnet. She connected her phone up and scrolled through, selecting a softer David Bowie song. The piano to Life On Mars seemed to calm Otis, and he took in a deep breath before speaking.

“You can, uh, you can take my bed. I’ll just sleep on the couch downstairs.” Otis said, and Y/N shook her head immediately, pulling on the sleeves of her borrowed jumper.

“I’ll take the couch, Otis. I don’t want to kick you out of your bed. I’d feel bad.” She said, and Otis let out a shaky breath, shaking his head as he took a step closer to Y/N.

“I will take the couch. You can have my bed.” He said, and Y/N let out a defeated sigh, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“Fine, but only if you do something for me.” Y/N said, and Otis furrowed his eyebrows, looking at her suspiciously.

“What do you want me to do?” Otis asked, and Y/N took in a deep breath, gently taking Otis’ hands in hers. His eyes widened and he inhaled, looking at Y/N intently.

“Not freak out when I admit that I really like you, and I want to kiss you and have wanted to for a while now.” Y/N said, her voice shaking from nerves. She glanced up at Otis, who had gone silent, but she felt her heart flutter at the dumb grin that had spread across his face.

“Can… can I please kiss you?” Otis said, and Y/N nodded eagerly, her hands moving to gently cup Otis’ face as he leaned down, his lips meeting Y/N’s hesitantly.

Y/N leaned into the kiss, stretching up on her tiptoes to meet Otis’ height. His eyes flew open slightly when she applied a bit more pressure, but he quickly caught up. Y/N pulled away to get a breath, and Otis unconsciously chased her lips.

She giggled at his action, stroking his face gently. “Feel free to kiss me again, Milburn.” Y/N muttered, and almost instantly Otis’ lips were back on hers, his hands trailing down her back and settling on her waist.

Their kiss came to a crescendo with the music, and Y/N swore that somewhere she heard fireworks going off. When they pulled away for the second time Y/N moved her hands down, resting them on Otis’ chest.

“That’s my jumper. Sorry I know we just kissed and trust me it was mind-blowing, but I really quite liked that jumper and I had no clue where it went. Now I know, I guess.” Otis said, lightly tugging at the jumper as he spoke.

Y/N laughed, pecking Otis on the lips as a means of reassurance. “Sorry, you leant it to me once and I kept meaning to give it back. Eventually it just became part of my wardrobe, but you can have it back if you want.” Y/N said, and Otis gave her a dazzling smile, shaking his head.

“No, keep it. Suits you better anyway.” Otis said, his loving smile causing Y/N to flush and glance down at the floor.

“So, do you still want to sleep on the couch, or do you maybe want to share your bed? If you’re ok with that of course.” Y/N said, slowly untangling herself from Otis’ embrace to open her bag and grab her pyjamas.

“I, uh, oh, well that should be alright, yeah.” Otis stammered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Y/N smiled, walking past Otis to go to the bathroom and change.

“I’ll be right back, Otis.” Y/N said, and Otis nodded, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding once the door was shut behind Y/N.

He was going to have to tell Eric about everything.

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sailorchiron · 5 years

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Day 2 of Michael Guerin Week

It’s day 2: Distance (with a side of space cowboy)! Here’s more college AU fluff.

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Tongue Tied

Alex was across the room.

Just, like, 20 feet away.

But the distance felt like 20 miles.

Because Alex hadn’t looked at him since he walked in.

I fucked up, Michael thought to himself, and not for the first time today. He wasn’t entirely sure how he’d fucked up, but it was clear that he’d fucked up, because Alex had texted him that he was going out with Maria while he was in class and promptly stopped answering his phone. He’d texted and called Alex, he’d texted and called Maria, and finally he’d texted Maria’s roommate Zoey and begged to find out where they were so he could fix whatever he’d fucked up. She’d taken pity on him and told him they were at Cielo but no one else had gone with them to the bar. He’d promised her coffee before driving to the dive that was popular with the performing arts department at UNM.

And now he was at the bar, beer in hand, but not drinking it, watching Alex and Maria sit in a booth with drinks in front of them. It was too dark to see Alex’s face, but Michael was sure he had to be upset about something or he would have answered his texts. Part of him was angry; what right did Alex have to jerk him around like this when he had no idea what he’d even done?! But most of him was just confused and sad. He and Alex trusted each other on a deep level, and very rarely did Alex think there was something he couldn’t talk to Michael about, even about Michael himself. They’d been together for three years, and they fought occasionally just like any other couple, but Alex had never announced he was going out and just not responded to his phone for the entire evening.

Michael wanted to cross the room. He wanted to slide into the booth beside his boyfriend, kiss his neck, and tell him he loved him. Figure out what he’d done wrong. Apologize. Tell Alex he was a dick for dealing with it this way tomorrow.

Eventually the distance between them started to ache, to become a physical pain that Michael just couldn’t take anymore. He skirted the edge of the crowd, approaching the table from behind Alex, telling himself that being a defensive, combative asshole was not the right answer tonight, no matter what. He caught Maria’s eyes when she looked up, and saw the surprise on her face. By the time he reached the end of the table, Alex knew he was there.

“Hey Guerin,” Maria greeted, subdued but not cold. Okay, I didn’t fuck up that bad.

He didn’t answer, he was looking at Alex, who looked so...lost. He’d planned to ask what was wrong, what he’d done, what had happened, but that look...he just slid in beside him and pulled him into his arms. Alex didn’t resist at all, just pressed his face against his neck held onto him. Okay, he’s not mad anymore. That’s good. He noticed when Maria excused herself to the bathroom and nodded absently.

“Alex, what did I do?”

Alex pulled back. “You didn’t do anything.”

Michael searched his face. “Are you mad at me about something?”

“No.” Alex shook his head. “I freaked myself out and needed a little distance to think.”

“Okay…” Michael was actually more scared now. “Alex, what’s wrong?” He watched Alex close his eyes, probably so he didn’t cry. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I saw your application for the graduate program at New Mexico Tech. I know you’ll get in.”

“I haven’t submitted it yet.” Michael was so confused. “I haven’t even filled it out yet. I wanted to talk to you about it first.”

Alex’s eyes widened, and he hiccupped out a little laugh. “Maria was right.”

“What, were you afraid that I’d apply and get in and spring it on you?” Alex looked guilty. “Alex, you know I wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t just leave you--”

“No, that’s the thing,” Alex interrupted. “I know you wouldn’t leave me. That’s the problem. You won’t leave me, even if you should. I’m selfish and want us to go to the same place after graduation because I don’t want to be away from you. But I know if I told you I had a job offer, you’d give up your doctorate in a heartbeat. The last thing I want is a long-distance relationship, but I don’t want you to suffer because of me.” He shook his head. “At first I was afraid you were going to apply, get in and just spring it on me, but as soon as I realized you’d never do that, all of the other thoughts snowballed.”

Michael just pulled him close, holding Alex tightly. “Baby, we’ll figure it out together. God, don’t do this to yourself.” He pulled back enough to kiss his forehead. “I’ve been turning myself inside out trying to figure out how I pissed you off.”

Alex scrunched his face up. “Oh, fuck, Michael, I’m sorry. Of course you’d think that when I wouldn’t answer my phone.” He cupped his cheek and gave him a little kiss. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m an asshole.”

“You kind of are, but I’m still relieved that you’re not pissed at me.” Micheal laughed softly and kissed Alex again. “Only the fact that you’re cute is keeping me from smacking you right now.”

Laughing, Alex relaxed against him. “I’m sorry, Michael.”

“I don’t want a long-distance relationship either. I don’t think I could take it. I don’t think either of us could take it.”

“You’re probably right. But I don’t want your education to suffer for it.”

“And I don’t want your career to suffer for it, so we’ll figure it out together.” Michael kissed the top of Alex’s head where it was resting against his shoulder. “I’m pretty fucking done with doing homework, Alex. I was just fucking around with the idea of going straight into a program. I actually thought,” Michael laughed, “I actually thought New Mexico Tech would be the best option so we didn’t have to move too far, I just somehow expected that your job offers would be here.”

Alex laughed a little. “I’m not saying they won’t be. And I’d be willing to commute to Albuquerque from Socorro if I had to.”

“I could also commute to Socorro from Albuquerque. Alex, if you get your dream job offer in fucking Russia, I can go to school there after I’ve forgotten how tired I am of required reading.”

“Don’t worry, we’re not going to Russia,” Alex laughed. “When I look at employers wanting programmers doing intelligence, it’s a lot of government contract work. There are some aerospace jobs, too. I do look for jobs for both of us when I search.”

“You’re sweet like that. One of the many reasons I’m in love with you.”

Alex moved away so that they could look at each other. “You, Michael Guerin, are the most amazing boyfriend any recovering emo kid can ask for and I love you to pieces.”

Michael laughed and accepted a kiss. “You’re in recovery from being emo?”

“I took out my nose ring, didn’t I? Ditched the wallet chain?”

“You’re only in recovery from being emo because you’re evolving into a hipster,” Maria complained as she sat back down.

“Hey!”

“Don’t worry, baby, I know you’re not a hipster.”

“Watch out Guerin, you’re going to be the cowboy with a hipster boyfriend.”

“Fuck you, Maria.”

“I haven’t gone full cowboy yet.” He didn’t actually plan to, but had to admit that the boots Max and Isobel had given him for Christmas last year were fucking sweet.

“And Alex hasn’t gone full hipster yet.”

“Okay, you know I’m sitting right here, right?”

“Anyway,” Maria continued, ignoring Alex’s protests completely, “Did a little distance help you realize that you’re an idiot?”

Alex sighed. “Yes.”

“Told you.”

Michael saluted Maria with his beer. “Thanks for the support, DeLuca.”

Laying in the bed that night, Alex snuggled up to him, Michael said softly, “You kind of are a hipster.”

“Fuck you,” Alex laughed, rolling away. “I don’t have a beard, I’m not going around saying I liked things ‘before they were cool,’ and I don’t listen to Vampire Weekend.”

“It’s okay, Alex, I love you anyway.”

“Do you ever want sex again?”

“You can call me ‘cowboy,’” Michael offered.

“You actually like being a cowboy.” Alex moved back over and wrapped himself around Michael. “If you’re going into aerospace, I can call you space cowboy.”

“That’s awful, no, don’t.”

“Then don’t call me a hipster. Because I’m not.” He kissed Michael’s shoulder. “I love you, sorry about tonight.”

“Love you too. It’s okay.”

Michael felt the moment when Alex fell asleep, and sighed happily. This was his favorite time of day, when the house was just quiet and Alex was asleep in his arms, and there was no distance between them at all.

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bewaretheundead91 · 5 years

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Michael Langdon (prior to outpost) X Reader

Ages will change over time If I continue leading to outpost Michael.

Summary: Y/N is a Senior in high school, her parents made her move from their large modern home to an old house, perfect for a restoration project, in an old neighborhood. Murder House dwells just across the street from her. During a fall night, she is dared to go check it out.

A/N: I suck at summaries. This isn’t really edited or meant to be taken too seriously. Just something fun I wrote quickly. I like to imagine different ways Michael’s plot could have gone. The third part of my other Michael fic should be posted today or tomorrow.

I guess let me know if you like it and want me to tag you in the next update?

Dare

It was the weekend before halloween and y/n’s folks were out of town. To celebrate some alone time without the parentals, y/n hosted a bon fire in her backyard after the big game. The football team had just lost against their rivals and y/n was even happier that she had a place everyone could just relax. Theater kids to cross country runners to football players to debate team members were in attendance. There was even an aspiring DJ, with a set up on the back patio blasting their latest mixes. And this kid was good. Y/N’s parents had money, money to buy old houses and to do whatever they wanted with them.

Y/N grabbed a beer from a cooler next to the DJ set and looked up into the darkening sky, above, circling were large black birds. They were going around and around forming a dizzying cyclone shape over the house across the street. With a quick twist her beet was opened and she took a long swig. Keeping her eyes up at the sky she made her way down the wooden steps of the patio, past her large in ground pool, and down toward the controlled fire in the center of her large back yard.

“Hey Y/N!” Someone shouted colliding with her shoulder. “Watch out!”

“Oh sorry dude,” She laughed blinking her eyes and moving her gaze from the sky to a girl she recognized as someone who sat behind her in pre calc. The girl looked up and lifted a brow in confusion. “Just a little distracted tonight. Enjoy the party! Pizzas in the house.”

With one last glance up, Y/N made her way to the fancy fire bit her mother put in and sat down in a foldable chair. She took another sip of her beer and just watched as her peers danced in the background, drinking too much cheap beer, and trying to appease their unstable hormones with a quick hook up. The thought of college apps wafted around in her head.

“None of that,” One of her friends shouted, he sat down in a neighboring chair. His girlfriend came trailing behind him giggling. She was drunk. “You made the perfect score on the ACT and you’re going to get into the first college you applied for.”

“Yeah Y/N,” His girlfriend agreed. “You’re like hella smart.”

“I don’t know guys,” Y/N said looking up at the sky again. The birds were still swarming. “Jake aren’t you a little nervous about getting in and Leah aren’t you afraid for your future?”

“Y/N,” Jake said. “We are, we just understand that we need to let loose while we still can because the big bad college is going to suck our souls from us with all the homework we’re about to gain. You’re parents aren’t home you should be living it up more than those drunk stumbling marching band kids in the corner of your kitchen.”

“You’re right!” Y/n took another sip of her beer and looked back at her lit up house. Two kids were attempting to make out. She laughed.

Surrounding the fire were her closest friends, all from different clubs and organizations on campus. They were popular, there was no denying that. Y/N though popular, was only made so due to knowing her closest group of friends all of her life. Also having parents with money and an occasional plane to through big parties didn’t hurt either.

“So tell me about this old house your family decided to move into?” Jake asked. “It’s really old. Like made in the late 1800s old.”

“My mom has this thing for restoration, you know that,” Y/N said fidgeting with her oversized denim jacket. She pulled the sleeves of her long sleeve stripe top out from the cuffs of the denim. “Nothing weird happens here. It looks creepy, but noting happens here. Like at all.”

“Yeah right,” Another friend spoke up, it was her friend Cally, a softball player. “Let me guess you’re barely sleeping. Or you're sleeping with the lights on.”

“Honestly nothing happens here, it’s just really fucking old and everything creaks.” Y/N says annoyed. She downs another sip of her drink. She was starting to feel buzzed. She hated being a light weight.

“That’s the ghosts dude,” Jake laughs. “If you hear creaking at night, it’s the ghosts making themselves known.”

“No I think that’s just old floorboards and door hinges needing to be greased up.” Mac cuts in, Cally’s girlfriend, another softball player.

“Nothing happens here, but the old house across the street that’s a different story.” Y/N perks up an eye brow.

“Murder house right?” Cally shouted with a spark in her eye. “I’ve heard about that house.”

“We’ve all heard about that house,” Jakes girlfriend chimed in.

“I didn’t know about it until I moved across the street from it.” Y/N says shaking her head.

“But aren’t you like into spooky shit?” Mac asked. “Vampires and zombies.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m into true crime and murder,” Y/N challenged. “But that’s how I know my house isn’t haunted and well the one across the street is.”

“What are you saying?” Cally asked.

“Am I the only one noticing the birds swarming above and across the street?” Y/N says.

“It’s dark and everyone has had a bit too much to drink so probably,” Jake said looking up. He looks up and he jumps in his seat. His girlfriend falls to the damp grassy ground. “What the hell?”

“Maybe something died there,” His girlfriend says. “Like a cat or someone hit a deer.”

“Do those look like buzzards to you Leah?” Y/N asked. “Because they look like crows to me.”

“Okay it could just be a weird weather pattern.”

“This is LA, what is weird about the constant sun and smog?” Y/N asked. “There isn’t even barely a breeze.”

“But how does having a lot of birds flying around your house make a claim house being haunted, other than the fact that a lot of people died there?”

“I don’t know maybe the fact that a lot of people died there?” Cally said. “Not just died, but like murdered.”

“Let me continue with what I was saying,” Y/N said annoyed. She quickly chugged the remaining liquid in the glass bottle she held and through it at the fire. “I’ve seen lights on in the house at night.”

“Faulty wiring.” Mac huffed and crossed her arms.

“I’ve seen movement behind the curtain covered windows. When the lights are on, I’ve heard screaming, a boy screaming,” Y/N says pointing toward the direction of the house. “I also remember waking up around 3 in the morning to see people dressed in cloaks standing on the front lawn of that house.”

“Have you thought about just going over there and peaking in the window?” Cally asked.

“Uh, no.” Y/N said bringing her jacket around herself tighter.

“I dare you to.” Cally said with a smug look across her face.

“Why don’t you do it?” Y/N said shooting her a look.

“I’m not their neighbor, if someone actually lives in that house you can just say were checking up on them. Mention something about there being break in or noise complaints.”

“Uh, we are the noise complaints,” Y/N pointed to their friend blasting music. “That wouldn’t make sense.”

“Well you can’t back out of a dare.” Jake said.

“We are not even playing a game!” Y/N said.

“We just started,” Mac said with a lifted brow. “You can do this. I’ve got a bat in my trunk that you can take with you just in case.”

“What is she going to do with a damn bat against a ghost?” Leah asked.

“That’s not the point,” Mac said. “You’ve got yourself a keeper here Jake. It’s just in case actual people are in the house.”

“If I do this, you all owe me a coffee fix for the rest of the semester.”

“Deal.” They all said in unison.

“And Cally, I want your lace up, high top boots.”

“Not happening.”

Y/N stood in her front lawn with a metal bat in hand, her friends were behind her. Her entire front lawn and street were lit up by street lamps. They casted a deep orange glow, but that same glow that lit up her lawn never touched the lawn across the street from her. She looked down at her shoes, new Vans that had yet to be completely broken in, with it’s white details against the black still very white. She quickly bent down and tied the laces tighter, hoping to not trip over the long laces.

“You’re stalling,” Jake shouted. “Just go. We’re right here man.”

“Shut up Jake!,” Leah shouted and Y/N heard Jake groan when an elbow hit his side. “You’re going to wake the neighbors.”

“Oh they are still awake. We are loud as hell,” Mac said. “But you are stalling.”

Y/N looked back at her friends and gripped the bat until she felt it slide against her sweaty palms. She checked her phone battery life, it was at 75%. She let out a sigh and slid it into her back pocket. Before stepping into the street she looked both ways, the whole street was lit up with street lamps and there were no signs of cars. She walked faster wanting to get the whole dare over with. They said to look in a window, but not go in. The door probably wouldn’t be unlocked.

Once on the unkept property an odd feeling creeped down her shoulders to her feet. She swallowed hard and took in a heavy breath. Quickly she turned around leaving the house at her back and saw her friends had walked closer to the street and shot a thumbs up beneath the lights. Y/N nodded and took out her phone, she turned the flashlight app on and lit up the property from it’s darkness.

“I’ve got this,” She whispered to herself. “I can do this, no one lives here and It’s just me looking into the windows.”

Y/N walked toward the house, cautiously looking at the over grown bushes and weeds that that created irregular shadows against her phone light. From the corner of her eye she thought she saw a figure and flung the light toward the direction. The light exposed moss and vines swaying on their own.

“What the fuck,” She whispered. “There’s not breeze.”

Another movement came from out the corner of her other and she flung the light towards it’s direction. When the light hit the area she swore she saw two little girls, but nothing was there. The light of her phone had exposed a window that she could peek in. She shook her head and practically hopped over toward the window.

Once the light of her phone his the window she took a peek in. The house, though old and supposedly vacant, looked clean and lived in. She propped her phone against the window with the light directly against and cupped her hand against the glass.

“This doesn’t make sense,” She said to herself. “No one lives here.”

Y/N grabbed her phone and walked away from the window. She jogs over toward the front door and decided she wanted to try and go in. She could hear her friends shouting for her not to go in. She grasped the door and it opens. Heat from the house hit her like a fever hot flash.

“What the?” She says. “Why is it so hot?”

The feeling she felt turned into churning anxiety at the pit of her stomach, but she took a step into the house anyway. The door behind her shut slowly and it made her jump sending her further into the house and dropping her phone.

“Turn around and leave,” A faint voice whispered. She flung her head to the side where the sound came from. It was more like a gentle draft. “Gooo”

She bent down to collect her phone. After picking it up she checked her screen, it had not been shattered. She was thankful for phone upgrades. After examining for damage she shined the light to illuminate the place. She was in the foyer right now and could see an opening to a larger room. Sweat began to build at the back of her neck and she could feel it dripping down in-between her breasts. She yanked the denim jacket off and flung it against a wall.

“Turn back.” Another whispered.

“Who’s there?” Y/N shouted walking through the opening of the room she flung the light of her phone everywhere. In the room were leather couches and a wooden desk. “How long has this been in here?”

“Leave now…”

“If you’re a damn ghost show yourself.” Y/N’s voice began to shake. She pushed up the sleeves of her shirt feeling too hot. Her hair began to feel soaked by the sweat now. “It has to the be alcohol. I’m drunk. No one is there.”

She walked until she found a stairway. It was grand and beckoned for her to go up stairs. Before she could take a step she she heard a dripping sound against the wooden floor and felt something trickling down her nose. Her head swam from the heat and alcohol, her stomach churned with anxiety, and now her nose bled in reaction to it.

“I must be really anxious.” She spoke to herself trying to calm down. “It’s an old house. Old hoses make noise. We know this.”

Y/N nose only bled when she was really anxious. She watched as another drop of her blood fell to the hardwood floor and splash back up. She internally cursed at herself. Now she had defaced property.

She went up a few steps toward the upper level and the whispers became louder taunting at her. All shouting, leave, get out, and he will wake!

“He?” Y/N asked shaking her head, her head now pounded with a pressure and pain and she felt as if she would vomit. She swayed a bit on the step she just took and the metal bat lazily slipped from her sweat drenched palms. “Who.”

She hazily looked up toward the stop of the stair case and caught a glimpse of a teenage boy wearing nothing, but boxers. His hand placed in his hair. He tilted his head to the left and examined her. Y/N jumps and her body lost it’s balance. Trying to regain it she took another step, but then stumbled backwards. She fell backwards and landed at the bottom with a quiet thud. With her eyes still open watched as the stranger ascended down the steps toward her. She tried to get up and to grab her phone, but her head still pounded. More trickling of blood tickled at her face, this time at her left temple.

“Shhhh.” A voice cooed. And Y/N collapsed backwards toward the hot ground.

She was in and out, she felt like she was floating. Y/N opened her eyes to see her head was resting against the strangers bare arms and her leg dangle against his other. His blonde shaggy locks gently swaying in her face. There was a peculiar expression across his face. She breathed.

“Shhhh.” The stranger said again, the expression turned into a sympathetic smile.

Y/N passed out in the strangers arms.

#Michael Langdon #American Horror Story : apocalypse #American Horror Story Apocalypse

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sparklejaemin · 5 years

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Hey Angel

A Church boy! Renjun x Angel! Reader AU

A story about a Church boy who is sick of his life and an angel who is finally living.

Chapter 1

(I'm sorry I can't put the keep reading thing my laptop is being uncooperative. Please bear with me.)

"Renjun, we're here." Renjun's mother calls to her son as he enters the church after getting there. They're attending an anticipated mass as his parents have to leave tomorrow to go to another medical convention in the US. The mass has yet to start as Renjun sits next to his mother and father. "Why did you wear this shirt?" His mother scolds him as she fixes his shirt. He sighs inwardly as his mother lectures him about wearing a polo or a polo shirt inside the church. Renjun's father, sighs and tells his wife to stop as the mass would start soon. Renjun looks around the area for any of his church friends but finds no one. 'Maybe they'll be going to mass tomorrow like we usually do.' He thinks to himself as the mass starts.

Every mass feels the same for Renjun. You hear about the teachings, the priest tells you about how you should apply them in life,and you leave. He isn't allowed to think this way though, as his whole family is active in the church. Renjun is also part of a few committees as well. Like the choir and the youth committee, where he met his friends. As the mass ends, Renjun gets into backseat of his parent's car and his mother starts talking about what his church schedule will be like when they're out of the country again. "So, you'll be at choir practice until 3 tomorrow, then you have that youth charity event with your friends and other companions at the children's hospital…" as he drowns his mother out and looked out the window, he remembers the days when he actually liked being a so called, church boy.

He used to be allowed to have fun with his friends on weekends after choir. He had fun singing and learning more with his friends and others. He used to love going to charity events. He loved seeing the smiles on the faces of the elderly, or the younger children. But his parents started controlling his schedule more as he grew up. His parents became famous doctors in their fields. Thus, Renjun, being their only child, has to be model child to uphold their good reputation.

As he stares out the window looking at the lights of their neigborhood, it starts to rain. And as it rains, Renjun smiles, the rain calms him. Its like that thing, where in every storm, there is a calm. And in his hectic life, the rain and the stars in the sky are his escape.

Once they reach their house, Renjun excuses himself and goes up to his room. His room is his only escape in this world. Its just like any boy's room. Filled with posters of his favorite shows, with light blue colored walls. He has a few books in some shelves and a few more things like a few plants on his windowsill. His parents would be sleeping soon so no one would be bothering him or pestering him with schedules anymore. He sits on his bed and looks at the time, it is already 9 in the evening. Sooner or later he would have to sleep or pretend to sleep. So he changes into some pajamas and heads to the bathroom beside his room to brush his teeth. As he walks back to his room, he sees the family dog, Chichi, and he smiles. "Hey Chichi, wanna sleep in my room tonight?" He says as he picks up the small toy poodle and brings her into his room. He sets Chichi down and she finds her way to her dog bed in his room. He then turns off the lights in his room except for the lamp light next to his bed. As he sits near his window he looks up at the moon and talks to no one in particular about his day. He talks about his church friends and what they did at school today. He talks about his overbearing parents and how they control his life as much as they can. Then he makes a wish, a wish he hopes that someone can hear. "Hey, so uh, if anyone up there can hear me, coul you send me someone to help me and guide me through all this? My friends wouldn't understand since they're given more freedom than I am. So could you help me on this one for a bit?" He laughs a little as he finds himself silly and a little bit pathetic for making wishes to the stars. As Renjun gets ready to go to bed, he shuts the lamp off and pulls up the covers, closing his eyes he enters his dreamland.

As Renjun sleeps up in the stars, a young angel, a star, is called to the Archangels' hall. "Hello young one." An angel says as he smiles at the younger angel, this is Archangel Michael. The young girl smiles and bows humbly in front of all of them, "Greetings Archangels, you have called me here tonight, so here I am. I am to fulfill your orders whatever they may be." Another archangel smiles at her, "You may look up now, Y/N. It is alright child." She looks up to see three Archangels looking at her with warm smiles on their faces. "We assume you know why your here." The same angel, Gabriel, continues as Y/N nods. "Yes, I am here because I have heard my calling." The angel next to Gabriel, Ariel, smiles "What is your calling, my child?" Y/N looks at her with wide and passionate eyes, "To guide a boy my age, a boy named Renjun!"

As they continue to discuss what Y/N will be doing now, they mention something all angels are supposed to remember, "Now, Y/N, you must remember that you are not to catch any feelings for this human, or any other humans for that matter. If you do, you may never return to being here, to being a star." The younger girl nods, understanding everything. "I will be going with you, as your older sister. It makes the story more believable." Archangel Ariel smiles fondly at the girl.

Soon enough, a shooting star falls from the sky and lands in the lot next to Renjun's house. And as the hours pass by, a garden and a house appear on the once empty lot. As the sun rises Y/N wakes up to find herself in a garden of flowers. She gets up and takes a look at everything around her. She looks at the beautiful flowers surrounding her, it is indeed a beautiful garden. There is a table and a few seats in the garden, a good spot for studying or reading. As Y/N walks out into the back of the garden, she is greeted by the house she will now be living in. Ariel smiles as she sees Y/N from a window. The older girl opens the door and tells the younger girl to step inside. "Welcome to our new home Y/N! " She smiles, Ariel looks a bit different from her angelic form but she is as beautiful as ever. Just like Y/N she has black hair and brown hazelnut eyes. The younger girl looks around and smiles at the cozy home. It is made of mostly wood yet it has a modern touch to it. As she sits on the couch covered in a quilt, a dog jumps on her and licks her face. Y/N laughs and pets the small dog. "I see that you have met Lia. She's our pet shi tzu." Ariel enters the living room giving Y/N a jar of cookies. "Here, this is for the boy you are to look after. You should give this as a gift from us as the new neighbors. His parents are still home so its best that you give this now." Y/N takes the jar smiling and starts walking to the front door. She only stops when she sees a mirror. 'So this is what I look like' she thinks to herself. She is wearing a simple light pink dress that goes up until her knees. She smiles as she takes one more look at the mirror and heads of to her neighbors house.

Renjun wakes up to the sound of his parents moving around the house getting ready to leave for their flight. He looks up to see that it is 8 in the morning, that the sun is up and the light is entering his room. Groaning, he gets up and stretches a little bit. As he gets out of the bathroom after washing his face, the door bell rings. "Renjun sweetie would you please get the door?" His mother calls from the other room. He sighs and runs down the stairs thinking 'Who would be knocking on our door at 8 in the morning?' As he opens the door he is shocked to see a girl his age, dressed in a light pink dress and some white sandals. He looks at her and tries his best to not be awkward as he thanks the stars that he's wearing a good set of pajamas.

The girl smiles sweetly at him, "Hi, my name is Y/N and I just moved next door with my sister, Ariel. We would like to give you these cookies since we're new around here. I hope you can take care of us!" Renjun smiles trying to say something, but he's already kind of awkward and his brain isn't even functioning properly at the moment. The girl stares at him in confusion with the cookie jar still outstreched to him. He then realizes what he is doing and smiles back, taking the cookie jar. "Thank you! I almost forgot that the new neigbours would be moving in today…Sorry about that." Y/N just laughs, "Its okay, I never got your name though."

"My name is Renjun, Huang Renjun." As soon as Renjun says that, his mother steps out beside Renjun and smiles at the girl. "Hello dear, you must be the next door neighbor! Your one of the L/N sisters right?" Y/N nods at the older lady, "Yes and you must be Mrs. Huang. Its a pleasure to meet you Ma'am, my name is Y/N. My sister and I baked these cookies for you and your family." His mother looks at the cookie jar in Renjun's hands, "Thank you dear! Are you active in Church?" Renjun sighs loudly, "Mom….." Mrs. Huang looks at him coldly. "Yes I am Ma'am, I used to be part of the choir in our old church." Y/N replies. "Well thats perfect! Renjun, why don't you show this young lady around and take her with you to choir practice?" His mother asks, but he knew that it is a demand. He nods, "I'll be at your house by 10, is that alright?" "Yeah sure." With that Y/N excuses herself and takes her leave. As his mother goes back to fixing their luggage, Renjun smiles and thinks, maybe this is what he was waiting for?

Part Two

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wanderleave · 6 years

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This is nothing but pure crack, but it’s also the first thing that came to mind upon seeing that per a certain book, Nancy Wheeler is a member of the Hawkins Presbyterian Youth Fellowship. I apologize in advance.

She really had gone, in the beginning.

But youth group was never really the same without Barb, and every time Nancy had planned to go, after, something had always come up; homework, Steve, monsters. Eventually she’d left it behind, just like so many things.

The only thing is, her mother didn’t know that.

Her mother believes, still, that every Thursday from 5-8, Nancy Wheeler is down at Hawkins Presbyterian, doing some good in the world.

Mike knows, bought off with the promise of a ride to school in the mornings once it’s too cold to ride his bike instead of enduring the bus, which, in the grand scheme of things, is not too great a price to pay.

She’s not sure if her father ever knows where she is.

She looks forward to it all week, the chunk of time with no responsibilities, no obligations. Which isn’t to say she isn’t responsible, she’s done more than a few hours of studying while she’s supposed to be down at the church. But for three hours (plus travel time) weekly, Nancy Wheeler is gloriously, unreservedly free to do whatever she pleases.

Which, these days, is Jonathan.

“Can you come straight home after school, Nancy?” her mother calls to her one morning from the kitchen, as she slides into her seat at the table, her father hidden behind a newspaper, Holly drinking her orange juice, Mike gnawing on a piece of toast. “I want to plan our college visits for this summer. Mike, you too.”

“What!”

“You’ll be applying yourself in a few years, and this way we won’t have to visit them again.”

“I have to go to the arcade after school,” Mike protests, “Max beat my score on—”

“Michael Wheeler, that is not a good excuse and you know it.”

“Oh, I can’t.” Nancy blinks, and smiles apologetically, glancing over at Mike, who’s fuming. “It’s Thursday, Mom.”

Karen sighs. “Right, of course. That is more important. Well, this weekend then.”

“What’s Thursday?” Ted asks, uninterested.

“Youth group. You know that, Ted.”

Nancy keeps the smile on her face, pretends she’s the good daughter her parents believe her to be.

Her father makes a noise of acknowledgement. “And what does one do at this youth group, anyway?” he asks, but Nancy can tell the question is rhetorical.

“Youth group?” Mike scoffs, eyes rolling, clearly still annoyed that her fake excuse carries more weight than his video game-based drama.

“They do good things in the community, Ted,” her mother supplies, standing once more to refill Holly’s orange juice.

“I thought it was when Nancy and Jonathan discuss God, repeatedly, in the backseat of his car,” Mike mutters under his breath.

Nancy chokes on her cereal.

She throws a glare at Mike, followed by a swift kick to his shin, which he reciprocates.

“What was that, Mike? Did you say Jonathan joined too?” Karen calls, oblivious to the silent fight taking place at the kitchen table behind her back.

I will murder you, Nancy says with her eyes. Agree with her right now.

“Drive me to the arcade and we’ve got a deal,” Mike hisses.

Her father reads on, unconcerned.

“Fine,” she hisses back.

Mike grins.

Karen turns around, an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah,” Mike says, managing to keep the satisfaction out of his voice. “Jonathan joined too.”

“Oh that’s wonderful! It’ll look great on his college applications.”

“Oh yeah,” he continues, and this time some sarcasm creeps in as he starts to grin once more. “He’s really into it. Very passionate.”

Nancy turns her glare back on him, which she cuts short as her mother comes back to the table.

“You must be happy, Nancy, that you two have something more to do together.”

“Mm-hmm,” Nancy agrees, blinking, and then turns her gaze back to her bowl.

“Jonathan!” Karen exclaims as they walk through the foyer later that evening. “I didn’t know you were joining us. How was youth group?”

“I’m not,” he says, frowning slightly, as Nancy’s stomach drops. She’d completely forgotten to mention it to him during their hours parked in the woods. “I’m just getting a book I left here—big essay this weekend. And um,” he glances over to Nancy, as she stares at him, eyes wide, willing him to read her mind. “It was . . . ”

Nancy cuts in. “It was fine. We both,” she stresses, with a significant glance, “find it very fulfilling, doing these things together.”

Karen smiles.

“Oh. Oh,” he says, and Nancy can see the moment it clicks. “Right. Yes. We had . . . fun.” His tone goes up at the end of the sentence, almost turning it into a question, but her mother doesn’t seem to notice.

“That’s wonderful. Are you sure you won’t stay for dinner?”

“Oh, no,” he protests, “I should really get . . . ”

“Nonsense,” Karen says, talking over him, ushering him into the dining room. “I insist, I made far too much.”

Grimacing over his shoulder, he follows her, mouthing, Youth group? as Nancy gives him an apologetic smile.

Nancy thinks they’re in the clear, her mother having turned her attention to her younger siblings, asking after Mike’s afternoon as she spoons carrots onto Holly’s plate, until she turns back to Jonathan.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Did you want to say grace?”

The look on his face is something that, if Nancy wasn’t complicit in its cause, she would remember with glee until the end of time. As it is, she feels the blood drain from her face, even as she finds herself suppressing an irresistible urge to laugh.

“Um,” he says, eyebrows raised, blinking.

Karen goes on, “Mike was just saying this morning, how passionate you were about it, I thought maybe . . . ”

Nancy chances a look at her brother, whose urge to laugh seems to be less repressed than hers.

She kicks him again. Mike sobers instantly.

Her gaze flicks back to find Jonathan staring at her, accusatory, as the silence drags on. She plasters a pleasant look on her face, turns to her mother.

“Mom, he . . . he’s only been going for a few weeks, and that’s not really the point. We’re just trying to help out the community— ”

“Okay, okay,” Karen says, putting her hands up. “I just . . . I was just thinking . . . ”

Jonathan shoots once last dagger at Nancy, before turning back himself. “Thank you, Mrs. Wheeler,” he says, and his tone of ingratiation almost causes Nancy’s composure to break, a single giggle escaping before she rearranges her face into something resembling benign interest. “Maybe next time.”

When they’ve finally escaped to her room, he shuts the door with a snap, folding his arms, leaning against the wall.

Nancy gives him a hopeful smile.

He shakes his head at her.

Her smile turns apologetic. “Sorry?”

“What was that,” he asks, eyebrow raised. “Youth group? I thought you stopped going?”

She takes a step toward him, pulling his hands into hers, pulling him close, wrapping his arms around her, tilting her head up to look at him out of the corner of her eye. He looks down at her, his expression skeptical at her actions.

“I . . . did? But I didn’t tell my mother?”

Jonathan frowns at her, his gaze still wary.

“So I could hang out with you! Why else did you think we had a standing Thursday date?”

She watches as the information sinks in, watches the smile spread across his face, as the arms wrapped around her tighten of their own volition. “Oh.”

“And then Mike,” Nancy says with a snort, finally allowing the laughter she’s been pushing down all night to the surface, “at breakfast this morning, said it was when—” She tries to get the words out, fails.

“What,” he asks, wary again.

Nancy raises her eyes heavenward. “He said . . . it was when we discussed God, repeatedly, in the backseat of your car.”

He blinks, and Nancy thinks this may be the first time in a long while she’s seen him actually speechless. “He what?”

“I know,” she says, her mouth open in remembered astonishment, her eyes meeting his as she continues, “I just about murdered him at the kitchen table, but luckily she only heard your name, so um, looks like you’re going to be joining me at youth group for the foreseeable future.”

His expression turns considering as he leans back against the wall, pulling her with him. “I mean,” he says, sliding down so he’s on her level, “I wouldn’t mind having another theological discussion.”

Nancy scrunches her nose up at him.

“Oh God,” he says with a grin, teasing, and she covers his mouth with her hand before he can get any more words out.

“Shut up!” she hisses, cocking her head toward the door to try and detect any of her family members on the landing.

“Oh Jesus,” he goes on, muffled, his eyes mischievous.

She gives him a withering look. “Keep this up and there won’t be any discussing for a week, heathen.”

That shuts him up.

“Now,” she says, extricating herself from his embrace, “take your book and get out of here before you blaspheme any more.”

Jonathan sighs, off her raised eyebrow, shaking his head, but takes his book from where it rests on her dresser. “Are you sure I can’t change your mind?”

“Yes,” she says with a grin, taking a step toward him, tilting her face up toward his. “But, I wouldn’t say no to a . . . conversation tomorrow.”

His smile grows to match hers, and as he leans down to kiss her, says, “Thank god for that.”

#jancy #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #blasphemy #that's a tag i never thought i'd use #i managed to get out of going to all the youth groups the girls at my ballet studio invited me to #(and thank god for that turns out one of them was in a CULT)#fanfiction

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5lbsofsmarties · 6 years

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We Go Together: Trevor Collins

@karlitabi-rrito commissioned me to write this for her. Word Count: 1,832

There had been some sort of kerfuffle in the Achievement Hunter office first thing that morning about who said they would be on the Off Topic Podcast and who wouldn’t, couldn’t, and didn’t want to. After quite a bit of arguing and only ending up with Michael, Gavin, and Ryan, you volunteered yourself. You’d never done the podcast before but if it would get them all to shut up for a while you were more than happy to offer your services – for the good of the office.

So, that is how you found yourself sitting between Michael and Gavin, your heart nearly beating out of your chest, as the podcast started.

“Do you know what I just found out like last week?” Michael asked before he took a long sip from his beer glass after the intros were finished. There were hums of acknowledgement in return, one of which came from you as you turned around to get yourself a drink. “I found out that Y/N and Trevor have known each other for like eight years,” he continued, sounding a bit more than shocked at the revelation. You glanced over your shoulder as you pulled the beer tap to see the camera was on you.

With a laugh, you shook your head and turned off the tap to return to your seat.

Gavin gave you a strange look, “How the hell have you and Trecs known each other for that long?”

“Technically, we’ve known each other longer but we first met in person when we were like eighteen,” you started to say, shrugging a shoulder.

Your answer seemed to only confuse Gavin more, and you could only really laugh at the expression on his face. “We talked a lot on the Rooster Teeth site before we ever really met. At some point, we exchanged like, emails and Skype and phone numbers… and then we both went to college. He went to Purdue and I went to Michigan. We realized we were only like four hours away instead of states away like before so we met up one weekend and the rest, as they say, is history,” you explained at length.

You took a sip of beer and Gavin looked like he was thinking rather hard about something.

“Did he like to cum in own his mouth then, too?”

You couldn’t hold the beer in your mouth and spit it across the table as you laughed loudly and clapped a hand against your chest.

“I’m so sorry, Trevor,” you laughed, accepting a paper towel from Ryan to clean up the table and yourself, “I love you! Don’t be mad at me.”

Ryan held up a hand in an attempt to get your attention. “Wait, wait, wait,” he started, leaning forward on his stool, “So the two of you have been friends for like ten years, and now work for the same company. Was this like some sort of plan? How did that happen?”

“After college, Trevor traveled around a lot for fun and work… I went to Chicago with some friends for work. We were both really active in the community and stuff; both of us sent in applications on a whim and didn’t tell the other. But we both interviewed and I don’t know. Geoff hired us. We’re kind of a packaged deal, me and Trev,” you explained, shrugging in a sort of non-committal sense.

It was really serendipitous that the two of you applied and were hired around the same time. When you’d told each other the good news, you were more than shocked but extremely happy. You were going to have your best friend in the world with you in a new city and at a new job – you really could not ask for a better opportunity. It still sort of amazed you that even after nearly three years of working at Achievement Hunter that you and Trevor were still best friends and did pretty much everything together.

“Ay yo, Treyco,” you yelled obnoxiously as you stepped into your shared apartment.

It was quiet and still for a moment before you heard something clattering and falling down the hall towards the office area. You chose to let him sort himself out and headed into the kitchen to put away the groceries you had bought on your way home from work. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Trevor emerge in the kitchen doorway and you just grinned a little to yourself.

“Since you didn’t go to the store when it was your turn and I had to I bought all the shit I like and you can suck it up,” you teased, flashing him a smile as you started to put all of the food away.

Trevor let out a small groan, “But Y/N… I was gonna go tomorrow.”

“Okay but what would we eat tonight? Because I am not eating take out again, Trevor Collins. I need real food – sustenance,” you said, pointing a finger at him.

For a moment, Trevor shuffled his feet against the laminate floor of the kitchen before he started to slink over to you. “Y/N…” he murmured, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to hug you tight, “I may have already ordered dinner.”

You groaned and dropped the bag of baby carrots to the counter, “God damn it, Trevor.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I had a moment of weakness,” Trevor explained, holding you tighter and resting his chin on your shoulder, “I really wanted Chinese for dinner like… I was going to die if I didn’t have it. Would you have wanted that? For me to die?”

You rolled your eyes and playfully pushed him off of you, “Maybe.”

It only took a few blinks of your eyes to get adjusted to the dark of your bedroom as you laid yourself down on the bed; as soon as you got comfortable, though, you suddenly found yourself wide awake. You huffed softly and groaned as you lightly kicked your feet under the sheets, determined to fall asleep. It’d been a while since you’d gotten a really good night of sleep and it was starting to wear on you.

You stretched a hand out to grope around your bedside table for your phone and squinted at the time. “Two?” you grumbled. You had tried to stay up as late as you could in an attempt to force yourself to fall asleep; at the point, you weren’t sure it was going to work.

With another low groan, you tossed your sheets off and got up out of bed; maybe you could watch some Netflix in the living room, or play some Stardew Valley to lull yourself to sleep. You shuffled yourself out to the living room and sighed softly when you spotted Trevor sitting on the sofa with his laptop. “Why are you still awake?” you asked, grabbing a throw blanket off of the back of the arm chair.

Trevor jumped at the sound of your voice and blinked back at you, the blue light of his computer screen making the dark circles under his eyes look even more prominent. He looked at the corner of the screen to see the time before glancing back at you. “I could ask you the same thing,” he replied, a soft laugh in his tone.

You shrugged and wrapped the blanket around you, “Couldn’t sleep; brain didn’t want to shut up.”

A hum and a nod was all the response you got at first; but, Trevor moved his laptop to the coffee table and patted the spot on the couch next to him. You smiled gently and made your way over to sit next to Trevor to curl up at his side. He reached for the remote and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, to pull you against him.

Without prompting, Trevor opened Netflix and quickly started up the last show that the two of you had started the other day.

“As much as not sleeping sucks, this is pretty nice,” you murmured.

You pressed closer to Trevor and inhaled deeply as you relaxed against him, you head falling to his shoulder. This was something that the two of you had been doing since you first met back when you were in college; it still brought you the same sense of comfort and even safety. The warmth of Trevor’s body, the gentle strength of his arm holding you, and even the scent of his cologne all calmed down the wild running around your thoughts were doing.

Trevor hummed and you could have sworn that you felt him nuzzle into your hair, “If sleep isn’t an option, I’m glad that this is.”

“It’ll always been an option, Trev,” you said softly and you tried to stifle a yawn against his chest.

A few beats of silence fell over the both of you and all you could really focus on was the feeling of Trevor’s hand running slowly over your arm and the gentle heave of his chest under your head. You swallowed hard and took a deep breath before lifting your head to look back at Trevor. You took a few moments to just watch the light of the television dance over his features; you could almost feel your breath get caught in your throat.

Sure, you’ve known for quite some time that Trevor was not exactly an unattractive man. You’ve had friends fawn over him, ex’s get jealous (both yours, and his), and even had to talk yourself out of your own thoughts on more than one occasion; but now, in your overly sleepy state you couldn’t help yourself as you stared up at him.

Slowly, Trevor turned to face you as if he felt your eyes on him.

“Y/N…?” he started to ask.

However, you hardly gave him a chance to question what you wanted before you craned your neck up in order to press your lips against Trevor’s. You could feel him tense for just a second and you were worried he would push you away, but the arm around you tightened and he pressed closer to you as he kissed you back.

It could have been hours, seconds, or minutes, but slowly, both of you pulled away from one another. You blinked up at him with wide eyes and bit down gently on your lower lip, unsure of what to say or do at that moment.

“How long have you been thinking about that?” Trevor asked in a soft voice.

You took a deep breath and shrugged, “A while.”

Trevor laughed and shook his head before he leaned in to press his forehead against your own. “Well, why don’t we do more than just think about it,” he offered, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. You let out a low chuckle and shook your head.

“That certainly is one way to tire ourselves out,” you replied as you pulled away and stood up to hold a hand out to Trevor, “Let’s go.”

#trevor collins imagine #trevor collins x reader #trevor c x reader #rt imagine #rt reader insert #ah imAgine #ah reader insert #ragehappy #commission

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andwinterfell · 4 years

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"le raison d'être“ characters: Cher Michaels, Darla (Michaels) Matthews, The McCormick Family warnings: implications of parental neglect / emotional abuse / family issues

1981 words originally written 5/26/2017, no edits currently

The small bed and breakfast of Seaside Cove isn't a place most people would find at first glance. It's somewhat off to the side, located on a cliff, it's driveway shielded by trees. One driving through, especially in poor weather, is likely to miss the blue sign that points it's way down that road, or they're more likely to see the yellow diamond that says No Outlet and pass it up completely.

This is what Cher Michaels deals with every time he makes his way into this town. Leaning over the back seat of his Ubers pointing no, no, there it's there… and often sitting back grumbling when they drive past. The small bed and breakfast of Seaside Cove is larger than most houses still. It's old, a tall and skinny Victorian home with with red shutters and a door also painted red. The mailbox is shaped like a large blue whale, and when he steps out of his Uber often his first act is to run his fingers over the details of the metal. Handmade he knows, by the owner's father before he disappeared and became the sort of person who kidnapped rich kids for money. Cher heard he was in jail again last time he talked to his sister. Neither of them knew how to feel about that, all things considered.

There have been a few additions over the years, newly applied paint and a repair of certain parts of the house, a wheelchair ramp and several colorful picnic tables overlooking the sea. The newest thing Cher finds this time is the binoculars sitting at the very edge of the cliff, just before the fence to keep people from falling over. Twenty five cents for a minute, fifty for two. He doesn't know how they keep all this up with prices like that. It's a cheap place to stay too, five open rooms with two beds each at the most and a fee that was far less than most in the area and a house that was hard to find. They get more business in tourist season, but not by much. They have benefactors of sorts, himself semi-included when he can get away with it, but he still can't say if it would be enough. *** Cher Michaels arrives on an off season, bundled up for the cold Friday afternoon after cutting his last class to get here. Accounting, he'd told his sister when she tried to chide him, a class he both hates and excels at so don't sound like such a mother, Darla. “Well, I'm a mother now aren't I?” “You're not mine.” (That phone conversation led to awkward silence, both of them remembering their own mother. Darla makes a sound, probably to ask how Angelique is doing if she's well if she's healthy, but Cher cuts her off before she can. “I'll be there in a bit.”) Now, standing in front of the house, he stuffs his hands into his pockets and shifts awkwardly. He wonders if she's working right now, because he hadn't called her when he got out of class and into the Uber. He wonders if he should have let her ask. *** The small bed and breakfast of Seaside Cove is run by a couple in their late thirties. Junior McCormick and his wife Norelle, their children Andrew and Mia, and Junior's grandfather Reginald. Aside from his sister, they're the only ones who run the house. It's a family business, Norelle had told him, you and your sister are family too. He tries not to think about that. He fails often, it's hard when Norelle McCormick spots you from the window and is suddenly ushering you in, cooing over you like an Aunt you haven't seen in a while even though Cher reminds her it's barely been a month. Darla's not there yet, but his niece and nephew are. Tristan, getting bigger and learning how to walk, chases after Norelle son, a teenager who has the whole angst thing down to a T. Amèlie, nearly five, lays on her stomach at the foot of Reggie's wheelchair, quietly coloring while the old man sleeps. It's hectic as always, and Cher has to thank God that only the bare amount of family is here right now. Thanksgiving had seen this as well as the Winters twins, Junior's half brother with his mother and their childhood friend, and even Junior's father who'd stopped in at the end of the day to cause a commotion and leave again only to be arrested the following month for breaking and entering. “No one else is coming, right?” “Well…” “Other than Darla and Jere.” *** He's playing with Mia and Tristan when Darla finally shows up. It's nearly evening when she comes in with her husband, both of them carrying groceries. She's surprised when she sees him there. “I didn't think you were serious about missing class, Cher.” “When do I lie about that?” “Fine, I hoped you weren't serious.” He shrugs. “I'll make up what I missed over the weekend while you're working.” They both know this isn't true. More likely: Tristan will demand his attention, Norelle will need someone to watch Mia, Amèlie will want him to play her favorite slow piano song a hundred times in an hour, Andrew will need help with math. Cher never considered himself to be good with kids until he found himself with his sister's and Norelle’s crawling all over him. He thinks he likes them now, maybe, sometimes. He thinks he's a decent tutor too, he thinks he's getting better at patience. At least, with children. Wouldn't want one of his own but... well, it's been pointed out he indulges and humors them more than adults, at least. Before that, though, he pulls a few things from his bag. Wrapped in brown paper and again inside a plastic bag. He gives these to Darla. “Fran sent that envelope of money, Jolie sent the champagne God only knows where she got it, the coloring books too. I found that necklace here, in America, it was cheaper than I expected.” (She cries, of course she does. She wraps her arms around his shoulders. She doesn’t ask what about Father and Maman. Cher leans into it.) *** It's Saturday before he sits down with his sister. She's made iced tea, put it in two skinny glasses that she sits between them in the sitting room. He has Mia on his lap, reading some story to her while she points at brightly colored pictures that follow. Darla sweeps her away, depositing her into her great grandfather’s lap before taking a seat next to her brother. “You haven’t even looked at what you missed yet, have you?” Cher slumps back, looking away from her. “I don’t really need to, Darla.” She reaches out, fingers twitching on his sleeve as she tugs his hand closer so she can set her own in it. He lets her, glances at her, tries not to smile. “Have you decided what you’re going to do when you finish school?” she asks, and any semblance of a smile drops from his face completely. She notices, adjusts the question, it’s no better in his mind but at least it’s something he can answer: “How was Tours?” “Same as always.” “Is Maman doing okay?” “... no, I don’t think so.” “... Jolie?” “I can’t tell. She seems happy. I don’t know.” “Francine?” “She and father fought a lot this time, more than usual,” he leans back. “She’s smarter than him. I don’t think he likes that.” Darla can’t hold back a laugh and covers her mouth after, embarrassed. A little shamed. (He knows why, her laughs aren’t very modest anymore. Aren’t pristine, ladylike little giggles. They’re loud, she snorts now. He thinks it’s his fault, because he’s here she laughs just fine when she’s with Jere, when she doesn’t seem to care he’s watching.) “What does she think of everything going on? Have you told her anything you’ve told me?” Cher shrugs. “No, not as much. I think she can tell something’s up, though. I mean, clearly she knows I’m talking to you. I’m sure everyone does, at this point. I haven’t been exactly subtle, but Father--” “Tell me more about Christmas,” she says, cutting him off. When he looks over she has one of those forced smiles on again, pretty and polite, and he wants to sink into the earth when he sees it. It gets easier the more they talk about it, she even laughs a few times at the way Jolie dragged him out at night, hearing he was going out more. He tells her about his classes, his new ones, what he likes and what he doesn’t. He makes her tell him about her Christmas, after he left, the whole motley crew showing up to fill the house, leaving little room for business. “You’re a Scrooge,” she says when he points this out. “I’m practical.” “That’s what a Scrooge would say, Cherie.” “I haven’t been haunted yet.” “Give it time,” she teases, leaning in to pinch his cheek before Norelle calls her away. One couple had found the place, shivering with snow in their hair and grateful for the warmth of a fire. “The fuck do they think they’re trying to do?” Reggie asks Cher when he comes to pick Mia back up. Cher shrugs. “Sounds like they’re sightseeing.” “It’s fucking winter.” “They want to see the natural beauty, not the tourist traps.” “Fucking stupid of them.” Cher laughs, the only sign of his agreement before he leaves the old man to sleep again. *** Sunday evening, just before dinner, Darla sweeps into Cher’s room with her hands on her hips. “You have class tomorrow, don’t you?” He sets down his book, shrugs. “I sent in the homework when I had the free time. I don’t need to be back for anything urgent before one.” “Cher…” “What if I stayed here? What if I didn’t go back?” (And, it always comes down to this. He always backs up the second he sees the look on her face, the worry, the is this my fault the you don’t have to follow my example the we’re still family no matter what he says. It happens again:) “I’m joking,” he lies, and goes back to his book. He only looks up when he feels the mattress shift, sees Darla sitting next to him, leaning over his shoulder. “What’s this one for?” “Accounting, I told you I’d look over it when I had the time.” But, he closes the book and sets it aside when she leans her head on his shoulder. They stay like that until Andrew peeks his head in, rolls his eyes and says, “Hey, dinner’s almost ready and I still need help with this Calc stuff so…” *** What if I stayed here? What if I didn’t go back? He’d be miserable, he thinks. This was his sister’s life, what she chose to do with herself, and he knows very well he’d be unhappy doing this all the time. They’re different, the two of them. She likes to bake and garden and is excited over how rough her hands have gotten over the years, how much less they hurt the more she uses them. He likes the softness of his hands, likes staying inside cool rooms and playing or reading. He doesn’t know how he would survive with no money and a job that barely paid minimum wage, no matter how much he loved the McCormicks. No matter how much he loved his weekends and holidays here. Monday morning, when she’s hugging him goodbye, she says what she always does. “What if you tried something else? What if you found something else you loved to do?” He never tells her that’s impossible he really wants to believe it’s true.

#ch: the mccormicks #ch: darla michaels #ch: cher michaels #source: wtl

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goodvibesonlyix · 7 years

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OCTOBER FINANCIAL CLEANSE

Why, hello love -

For this refreshing season with it’s crisp breeze has me thinking about the holidays and how fast they are approaching! Honestly, I couldn’t think of a better time to do a month long financial cleanse, to better my spending habits and fatten my savings. With my wedding looming closer and closer and a constant string of celebrations coming up - this cleanse is much needed. Also, personally I want to work on my self-discipline (which I have been lacking as of lately) and doing less impulsive buying on my most-loved website (cough, cough Amazon - haaha). So, if you sound like me or just want to see how I’m doing with my journey - follow along! I’ll be updating this blog post daily with updates on my spending and overall experience.

My Rules :

1. No materialistic items 2. No take out / dining out 3. Only necessities (groceries, gas, etc.) 4. Each pay-week withdraw $100, used only for work / necessities 5. My savings goal - $700 6. Build on better money habits

Let the cleanse begin, namaste.

Oct. 1

The first day of my cleanse! Yay! I’m feeling good, I haven’t dined out today. Today I went over to a local park for a Vegan Potluck hosted by my dear friend KB, Holistic Vegan Life. We all bought a home cooked dish and had some fun in the sun with good company! Amazing time. My friend and I did take an Uber to the park. However, we did walk back to my house for a glass of wine and a hot toddy.

Oct. 1 Expenses :

Uber (ride + tip) : $13

Drinks at home : $0

Tip #1 : Create your own Girls Night In, skip the club or bar. Put on a heaping dose of trap music and become your own bartender! Your pockets with thank you later x

Total : $13

October, is off to a good start!

Oct. 2

Today I set-up a hair appointment to have my hair braided.

1. I had the same style for far too long

2. I wanted to deep condition my hair

3. I need to have a more flexible hairstyle for gym

The woman I go to is awesome, my braids always look great and last for about a month with proper care. She is so affordable and professional, I’m always going back!

Oct. 2 Expenses :

Braids : $70

Braiding Hair : $13

Birthday Donuts : $7

Tip #2 : It’s ok to pamper yourself once in a while - get your split ends clipped or change up your hair color. As long as you are doing it in moderation and not over doing it. So, TREAT YO’ SELF but stick your budget! I did!

Total : $90

Happy Monday!

Oct. 3

Back to work today! Yay … hahaa! So, one thing about me is I bring my own coffee, lunch and snacks to work. So, during the week I don’t spend much unless a emergency comes about - which happened today. A family member needed some help with repairing their brakes and being the person I am I couldn’t say no. I would hope someone would lend me a helping hand when I need a little help. “We all need somebody to lean on. .” Come guys join on in, lol!

Oct. 3 Expenses :

Brake Repair: $100

Gas - $24

Tip #3 : Lending a help hand to others is always nice however, never over extend yourself. You want to make sure you are comfortable with your pockets before filling someone else’s. Be honest with yourself and others.

Total : $124

Night, chat with you guys tomorrow!

Oct. 4

Hump day – Yassss! Today was an average work day when it comes to spending – I didn’t spend any money - I bought my own coffee / lunch / snacks. Bringing your own food and drinks to work or when you are out and about, is a smart move. Not only are you saving money – you often will pack a healthier option. You aren’t in rush, picking up sugary coffee drink on your way in or a fast food meal for lunch. When all is said and done your pockets and body will thank you!

Tip #4 : Today I received a text message from my sister about a credit card offer she received. It was a secured credit card offer, meaning she would have to put an initial deposit on the card as collateral. Also, that initial deposit would be your credit limit. Honestly, after doing a bit of research, a secured credit card works in the benefit of the banking institution rather than the customer, to me it appears to be a pre-paid credit card. Isn’t that what a bank account is for? On the other hand unsecured credits cards are the ‘typical’ credit card that most of us have with no initial deposit / collateral which my sister decided to go with. Although, I do understand building your credit with credit, it just didn’t make sense? Give you my money so I can just turn around and use it. . Hmmm – we’ll pass! LOL! My advice regarding credit cards - they are nice to have but, be smart when racking up those charges! Ideally you want to be able to pay off your credit card monthly rather than making the monthly minimum payments and carrying a balance. Although, sometimes smaller than your purchases – those interest fees / annual fees (only applies to certain credit cards) rack up and it takes longer for you to pay off that balance. Also, it shows on your credit report and can affect your credit score when you carry a balance or when you are using a certain percentage of the credit limit. Using over 30% of your credit limits is considered “bad” on your credit report. So, be cautious and careful! Credit Karma, is a great way to monitor your credit and see how your debt is affecting your over score.

With that said -

No expenses for Oct. 4

Total : $0

Feel Good Wednesday x

Oct. 5

With so much work on my desk and deadlines that need to be met - I honestly had not a moment to leave the office. With that said, I spent ZERO dollars! Go me, go me, go me! LOL

Tip #5 : Tomorrow is payday! Yay! Before paying any bills or buying a PSL, I must pay myself. An automatic deduction goes from my paycheck straight to my savings, where is stays and never sees the light of day. Investing in yourself is the smartest investment you’ll ever make and that could be in more ways than one. Love yourself / Pay yourself.

No expenses for Oct. 5

Happy Thursday - almost the weekend, ohh sweet weekend x

Oct. 6

1. It’s Friday

2. It’s Payday

3. It’s a LONG weekend

I couldn’t be happier. I love time to myself - to get my creative juices going and reset from the work week. Working on my aura / feeling good / eating for my well-being.

Since today is payday, I started by paying myself and bills. Then, I also put a deposit on the photo booth for our wedding. No unexpected cost - although, my other half was trying to get me to go to the mall to exchange a item and grab din-din. NOPE - dinner at home with wine and Def Comedy Jam. Perfect night with the perfect guy x

Tip #6 : DIY’s can go a long way when it comes to the budget of your wedding. Venue and vendor fees are already so overprices so where you can cut your costs make sure you do. Personally, with my wedding the DIY’s I have put together have saved me a ton. Websites like Pinterest / YouTube / Etsy - sparks so many ideas which lead to beautiful creations!

Oct. 6 Expenses :

Savings: $150

Citi Bank: $400

Wedding Photo Booth: $260

Total : $810

Cheers to the freakin’ weekend!

Oct. 7

Saturday, felt so good! Although, I did dip into my wedding fund to purchase so decor for our big day - Yes, I have money set aside for everything. I felt good about the purchase because, we using my BOA debit card I got 5% back on my purchase.

Tip #7 : Coupons, deals or special offers are all your friends! Haha. A tip I got from my dear friend was to always search the web for coupons before you click that buy now button. For example search “ASOS coupon” in google or go on the shop’s direct website, when at Michael’s today I hit the double jackpot. I had a deal on my BOA debit card for cash back and Michael’s website also had a few coupons I was able to pull up on my phone to use in store. Every penny counts especially when you are planning / paying for a wedding!

Oct. 7 Expenses :

Michael’s: $60

Trader Joe’s: $56

Shaw’s: $62

Target: $17

Total : $195

Errands and on the search for a new furnace / doors / tile. Long but great day with my love. Especially, when he treats to lunch and it’s your fave!

Oct. 8

Sunday - the lazy / best day of the week. Today was full of laundry, cooking and putting together creative content. All the things that make my Sundays complete! Although, I was home for most of this rainy Sunday, I did head to the store to grab some comfort food for my hunny.

Oct. 8 Expenses :

Shaw’s: $15

(Shaw’s is literally 2 mins away from my house so it shows up my bank statement quite often - LOL)

Amazon Bill: $60

Total : $75

Tip #8 - Be mindful when it comes to spending. Especially when you walk into one of your fave shops. Here are my tips / tricks!

1. Remember what’s in your frig, even if you need to take a snapshot before you head out the door. This helps prevent buying something you may have already. Smart, will be your nickname after you share this tip with your friends.

2. Check for sale prices or any coupons you can find in the shop’s weekly ad. There are usually special discounts or even offers to buy in bulk to save time and money in the future.

3. LIST - oh lists on top of lists. Always, be sure to make a list of the items you need and make sure to stick to those items. Nothing more and certainly nothing less.

I hope you all had a wonderful weekend!

Oct. 9

A nice day off calls for comfort food / cozy clothes / creative vibes. I started today with a stack of homemade pumpkin pancakes and a nice hot mug of almond pumpkin coffee with a dash of nutmeg and cinnamon! Yum. I feel bad - I didn’t leave the house today - at all. With halloween movie marathons and lots of creative thinking going on there was no need to leave, all I need was right here. Well, that was until 1pm when Anthony had to head off to work.

I did not spend a dime today - just the way I like it, hahaa.

Tip #9 - Money saving tip as well as a self care tip - Sending a little ‘me time’ with ones self is never a bad thing. Make yourself some breakfast, lunch and dinner, just like Mama use to. Bring out that book that you’ve been wanting to read or pull out your notepad and write down some goals you have and how you plan to accomplish them. I realized this with one bad experience I had with one of my fave places to eat recently - I was so disappointed because, honestly I could have done a better job. I promised myself I would try and be a bit more practical next time. Something in my gut was saying to pass on it, but I didn’t listen. Lesson learned, hahaa. Listen to your inner most it knows best. Be good to yourself and your pockets!

Recap of Expenses!

10/1 - $13

10/2 - $90

10/3 - $124

10/4 - $0

10/5 - $0

10/6 - $810

10/7 - $195

10/8 - $75

10/9 - $0

Total: $1307 with all bills paid, hair done, putting deposit on wedding photo booth and lending a helping hand. I don’t think I did too bad! Let’s keep the good money habits rolling, every penny counts.

Thank you for being here x

Oct. 10

Today was a fun filled day of training on a new computer system. Although, long and tedious - I learned a lot and caught up with some good people. Today like most days I bought in my own coffee, lunch and snacks. Then after training - I came home and relaxed. Needless to say - I did not spend any money. I had everything I needed from coffee to leftovers for din-din.

Tip #10 - In the line of work that I’m in, I know the importance of paying your bills on time because there could be life changing consequences. I’m not saying if you don’t pay your phone your bank account will be levied. But, if you don’t pay your phone bill it could result in late fees or even having your phone disconnected. You always want to pay your bills in a timely manner to avoid any of that awful backlash. Also, it matters when it comes to your credit! Creditors report late payments to all three credit bureaus for future creditors to see if you are a reliable payor or not. If not, it can make it harder for you to get more important lines of credit such as a mortgage or cosigning for your children’s student loans. There are so many bill alerting apps, which track your bills’ due date and the amounts that needs to be paid each month. Be smart with your money love, your future self will thank you.

No expenses for Oct. 10

Total: $0

Have a great night!

Oct. 11

Today has been a pretty cloudy day. Not really feeling my best, so today was a well needed day off. A bit of self-care and love. Lots of tea and shut eye. However, I’m off to a sweet little baby shower this weekend. So, Anthony and I went to Babies R Us in search of a gift. After about an hour of searching for the perfect treat we were ready to check out which leads me to . .

Tip #11

THE PRICE MATCH TOOL! Most retailers will price match items from other online and in-store retailers. Always, make sure to ask sales person if the shop offers this service especially if you know an item is sold in a variety of shops. Take your time - there is no need to rush so you can be sure to find the lowest price. For example - today we saved over $20 bucks by simply taking a few moments to search the web for the best deal. Saving any amount is always better than nada.

Oct. 11 Expenses :

Target: $15

Price Match Tool: $20

Total: $-5

Until tomorrow x

Oct. 12

My day started bright and early! I have a guest coming over Friday night, so I needed to head to Target for some apps and treats! Oppose to me getting the regular takeout when I have my girl pals over. I’ve been trying my best to be better at cutting back costs by going with either homemade meals or picking up foods I can pop in the oven! Takeout can be so expensive especially with the delivery cost! Also, who can resist going to Target - not this girl that’s for sure! So, I went up and down the isles loading up on my goods with a smile. Finally, I ended up meeting up with my favorite cashier to do some damage. Then suddenly I realized, I needed to check out cartwheel app and to my surprise I found more than half my goods where discounted through this golden app! Score! Double score when I used my Target Red Debit Card, I saved nearly $10 when all was said and done! With a little patience and time I found deals that I would have not gone had I not visited my cartwheel app before checking out. I even came to the conclusion with little bit of change I saved I would buy us a nice bottle of wine!

Tip #12

If you noticed I mentioned I have the Target Red Debit Card. Which means I basically have a debit card for Target. When I first signed up, I was offered the debit card which would be linked directly to my BOA account. Or a Target credit card that would work like any other credit card through a third party bank. I decided a long time ago, if I didn’t have it I didn’t need it! With that said I went with debit card and never looked back since! I don’t have a monthly bill and don’t have to worry about flexible interest fees. It’s my money - my debit card which means I don’t owe anyone. Plus, I save 5% on all my purchases. My fiancé and I recently bought a new television with the Target Red Debit Card we saved over $50. I know I sound like a Target Ad hahaa! That’s why Target should sponsor me! Holla at ya girl! LOL

Oct. 12 Expenses:

Target : $66

Wine Store: $39

Total: $105

I hope everyone had a spectacular day!

Oct. 13

It just wouldn’t be October without Friday the 13th! I love all things Halloween, from the horror flicks to the sweet treats! The season is upon us with those Jason classics! Today is a beautiful crisp day in Boston. The sun is out and the air is cool. However, the only sun I’ll be able to see is when I take my walks around my workplace building. I work an extremely long day today and although I’d rather be apple picking with friends. I have a lot of work to complete before the weekend. So, its all good! Being at work the entire day also leaves no room for money to be spent. And from my previous post you know that I already have dinner squared away. Which means . .

Oct. 13 Expenses: $0

Total: $0 Yay! #notakeout

Tip #13

With today being Friday the 13th and all Hollows Eve approaching, I’m sure many of you are thinking - “What will I be this year?” and “Where should I start looking?” My answer to that question is your closet and craft bucket! DIY Halloween this year, don’t go out and spend a ton of money on costume that’s probably cheaply made but cost $50 and UP! A few of my favorite DIY costumes are - a Cat, Disco Star and Beyoncé (of course)! Check out Pinterest and Instagram for more great ideas!

Stay spooky and careful!

Oct. 14

Lazy Saturdays call for Boston Bagel Company and long drives with my love. I did a little self care and caffeine therapy. However, I did spend a little on Wedding decor. AC Moore was having a great sale on all their items, even sale! I’ve been waiting for this sale for some time now, so I knew I wanted to seize this opportunity to make out some deals. Sooo - $70 later I was wondering what I bought! Hahaha - but it’s all good. I left satisfied with my purchase! Although, I went a little out of the scope of my cleanse - this sale didn’t want to miss out on, especially when I could saving a dollar on items I needed in bulk. Wedding costs can add up so whenever I can catch a sale, I’m all for it!

Tip #14

Even when you stray from your budget / spending plan. It’s ok - as long as you are conscious of what you are buying and where your money is going. If you need to spend due to an emergency or a sale that would save you a ton on an item(s) you need - thats ok. Conscious spending, can save you a lot in the long run because you won’t be spending just because you have it in your account. You’ll be buying with purpose.

Oct. 14 Expenses:

AC Moore: $70

Starbucks: $10 (Reload To App)

Target: $77 (More, Wedding decor LOL)

Total: $157

Cheers to Saturday x

Oct. 15

After a pumpkin pancakes type morning, I was ready for the day which called for a celebration of a little bundle of joy! It was great day filled with laughs and catching up with friends. I didn’t spend any money today with food being served at the baby shower and enjoying the company of those around me. I had no need to spend. It was without a doubt a great day!

Tip #15

One thing that I have not done in a while that I did this weekend was do my own nails. This simple act can save you so much! On average with nails and toes I spend about $50-$60. No act is too small! Save yourself the hassle and pamper yourself at home, like no other!

Oct. 15 Expenses: $0

Total: $0

Dear Sunday, I love you x

Oct. 16

Monday, I love you too - just in a different way. Hahaa! Today started at Target I needed to pick up some stuff for my mother and fur baby, Willow. I could have done some serious damage but, I was steadfast on this cleanse and I honestly didn’t need anything else for the Wedding from Target at this time and there was no emergency. So, I was in and got right out. I didn’t even stop for Starbucks (Anthony would be proud)!

Tip #16

Cutting back on Starbucks has been a bit hard for me. I love their seasonal drinks but, I’ve learned to make my own Pumpkin Spice Latte / Coffee with the help of YouTube! I estimate that I’ve saved about $25 thus far this month! Honestly, I feel better drinking my homemade Starbucks drinks and they have way more vegan friendly. Making your own faves are so easy to make and save more than you think. Try it - I promise you won’t regret it!

Oct. 16 Expenses: $33

Total: $33

Recap of Expenses!

10/10 - $0

10/11 - $-5

10/12- $105

10/13 - $0

10/14 - $157

10/15- $0

10/16 - $33

Total: $290

Not bad - if I do say so myself!

Oct. 17

Lonnngg day at work. All that had going on with today was loads of work and the gym. I can’t complain. It was a nice and productive day, I must say. Just the way I like em’. With that said, I send $0 today. No need to buy anything when you have all you need inside you lunch sack and on your phone!

Tip #17 Gym fees can add up and not to mention if you don’t make it to the gym most of the time it can be a waste of money. One alternative to going to the gym is looking up fitness videos on YouTube. My favorite is Fitness Blender’s HIT workout videos. It gets the job and usually under 30 minutes! The only reason I feel the need to have a gym membership is because, I have a Wedding coming up and I’ll be one of the main attractions! I want to look and feel my best so I’m up for the challenge!

Oct. 17 Expenses: $0

Total: $0

Whooaaaa! Go Me!

Oct. 18

Another day in the neighborhood. The weather was beautiful, truly a perfect fall day! Today was another long day at work. With my homemade lunch, coffee and kombucha, I didn’t have to step out of the office. Well, I did when I took my daily walks. Today I didn’t spend any money and staying on track with my cleanse!

Tip #18

I have a couple of friends who are obsessed with their credit scores and constantly asking me “Why is my credit score not going up?” It’s because they are constantly checking Credit Karma striving to reach the 700′s. However, it’s not about being apart of the “800 Club” it’s about the creating better money / spending habits. So, don’t take it so serious, your credit score matters. But, it’s not the end all be all. You go this x

Oct. 18 Expenses: $0

Total: $0

Happy Hump-Day!

Oct. 19

These last couple of days have been nothing less than amazing – the weather has been awesome, I’ve been making it to the gym every night this week and I booked a trip! Life can’t get any better. Today I continued with my regular routine with homemade breakfast / coffee / lunch. I did not spend a dime, yes! Tip #19

Quote : “I do not work for money. I work for the freedom” –Leonardo DiCaprio, The Wolf of Wall Street

Oct. 19 Expenses : $0

Total: $0

Cheers to the Weekend Eve!

Oct. 20 We have reached the weekend! As well, as payday! Woke up bright and early to run a few errand before work. Today started off at Car Wash where I did some serious cleaning of second half, Lola (my Honda)! She looks amazing from the inside out. Then I had to fun over to Target to pick up some dinner essentials and other little things which included Halloween décor, Wedding baskets and lady products. Feeling so good, so productive!

Tip #20

Quote: “Become so financially secure that you forget that it’s payday.” – Genius

Oct. 20 Expenses:

Car Wash: $18

Target: $114 (Included cash back – always need cash on hand)

Total: $132

Cheers to being more than half-way through my financial cleanse!

Oct. 21

Saturdays feel so good to me! Especially when you have one that includes Wedding shopping and Halloween parties surrounded by a fire pit with sangria in hand! Amazing company and convos, it couldn’t have been better. Today I sent a bit on Wedding items - table numbers, something blue and a welcome sign. Then later at the Halloween party in support of one my high school friends I bought some of his creative goodness - probably sent way too much! LOL Breaking my cleanse a bit - but, I consider it comes out of my $100 bi-weekly allowance and it helps a creative do what they know what to do - be creative and thrive!

Tip #21

Quote: “The goal isn’t more money. The goal is living life on your own terms.” - Chris Brogan

Oct. 21 Expenses:

Etsy: $150

Shaws’s: $22

Halloween Bash: $56

Total: $228

Hope you’re having a great Saturday!

Oct. 22

Lazy Sunday full of naps and treats. Although, I didn’t have to leave the house much. I did buy a gift for a friend’s bridal shower next week, which was so much fun! I even found a few things to add to our registry!

Tip #22

Quote: “There’s no way I was born to just pay bills and die.” - Unknown, #FACTS

Oct. 22

Bridal Gift: $24

Total: $24

Relax and be good to yourself x

Oct. 23

Mondazzze can be a drag but, not this Monday the sun is shining and I feel great after a great weekend that ended with a great night’s sleep. Today was a long day at work with so much to get done before I was away from my home office for a bit. With that said I did not have to leave the office and I went straight home after work due to pure exhaustion. I did not spend any money! Whoaaa - another day down!

Tip #23

Quote: “Financial freedom is available to those learn about it and work for it.” - Robert T. Kiyosaki

Oct. 23 Expenses: $0

Total: $0

Recap of Expenses!

10/17 - $0

10/18 - $0

10/19- $0

10/20 - $132

10/21 - $228

10/22- $24

10/23 - $0

Total: $384

Hope you enjoyed your Monnddazzze x

Oct. 24

Pretty day - good vibes - self reflection Tuesday. Today was a pretty good day - long but good! I went for my daily walks and caught up with a good friend. I bought all I needed to work so I didn’t need to leave the workplace. This is becoming part of the norm I know but, this was my goal to be able to go to work without having to spend on breakfast / coffee / lunch / more coffee / dinner. My eye is on the prize to save the $700 I’m aiming towards.

Tip #24

Quote: “Pursuing your passion is fulfilling and leads to financial freedom.” - Robert G. Allen

Oct. 24 Expenses: $0

Total: $0

Oct. 25

I can’t believe I made it this far! I’m less than a week away from completing this financial cleanse. This was just what I needed and helped me be a bit more money smart. Realizing I didn’t always need to spend when I went out and that home cooked meals will always be better than whatever is on the menu for takeout. Today I did have to get my braids done over for upcoming events and the gym had turned my head into a hot sweaty mess. Hahaa. So, I made my way over to my friend’s house to get this hair did. Once done my mother asked if she could have a break from cooking and could we just get some . . . do I dare to say it?! TAKEOUT. Although, this goes against my financial cleanse. I just can’t say no to my mother. I love her too much. So, I did some damage :(

Tip #25

Quote: “If saving money is wrong, I don’t want to be right.” - Willam Shatner

Oct. 25 Expenses:

Braids - $70

Takeout - $60

Total: $130

Ouch! But, it’s all good. Take care beautiful people x

Oct. 26

Today instead of traveling to my home office in Taunton, I went to Chelsea to participate in user acceptance training for a new system that my employer will be implementing in early December. I love traveling to this location due to the fact that I can travel via the MBTA, which is my local transit system. I get to enjoy my ride to work with a book or podcast! So, along I went. I did have to pay for the train and bus. I loaded my Charlie Card aka Metro Card. I also treated myself to a cup of Starbucks. I know no take out meaning no coffee but, it was calling my name, honestly! Hahaa

Tip #26

“You’ve got to tell your money what to do or it will leave.” - Dave Ramsey

Oct. 26 Expenses:

Charlie Card : $10

Starbucks: $4

Total: $14

Happy travels my loves!

Oct. 27

Aww - I have made it to the final weekend of my financial cleanse! I can’t believe I’ve made it this far! Like seriously - I’m so impressed with myself and all the progress I’ve made. The cleanse will be done on Tuesday, then I will be sharing all the data I’ve collected and most importantly HOW MUCH I SAVED and HAVE I REACHED MY GOAL? Be sure to be here to check it out.

So, today my love and I had the day off. So, we made our way to the mall because I was in desperate need of a facial cleanser and eye cream. We get to the mall and after picking out what I needed at The Body Shop, I make my way to the checkout… I left my wallet at home! Maybe it was a sign that I should NOT be shopping, LOL! I mean I am on a cleanse! That’s when my superhero stepped and saved the day! Thanks to my love, I have clean skin! We also went to Spooky World with his brother, sister and a friend. I did buy the kiddos some treats so, I did spend a little but, not very much at all!

Tip #27

“Also, check your bag twice for your wallet.” - Tiffany

Oct. 27

Treats : $8

Total : $8

Wallet-less Tiff signing off x

Oct. 28

Chill Saturday with spooky movies, blogging and house work going on. Life couldn’t be better. Plus, my love has the day off. I’m not planning on leaving the house until later for a Bridal Shower, with my gift already purchased there is no money coming out of my pocket today! Yes! I guess I spoke to soon, life did just get better!

Tip #28

“Building wealth is like a marathon not a sprint. Discipline is the key ingredient.” - Dave’s Daily Tip

Oct. 28

Expenses : $0

Total : $0

Keep the good vibes only rollin’ x

Oct. 29

Low - key Sunday, filled with all things Halloween and living in my PJ’s. In the name of laziness - I broke my cleanse. I bought takeout! I have to be honest with you guys, I didn’t feel like cooking today and dived into some pizza and ginger ale. But, I can’t beat myself up about it because I was in the mood for some me time and self pampering.

Tip #29

If you must choose takeout, save a few bucks and choose the pickup option instead of delivery. Maybe even walk to pickup your grub, get some fresh air and exercise.

Oct. 29 Expenses

Takeout : $20

Amazon Rental (Annabelle Creation): $6

Total: $26

Happy ‘ME’ Sunday!

Oct. 30

Today was a great Fall day - started with a bit of rain and me losing power. However, as the the day went along the sun came out and I received good news that one of my co-workers was moving on to bigger plans. Which makes me so happy that someone is following the path they want to lead! Due to the power going out this morning, I didn’t have my morning coffee brewed at home. So, Starbucks again was calling my name (FYI : I will have my PSL hack up on my Instagram tomorrow) so I was excited for my AM treat. Yes! Tomorrow is the last say of this October Financial Cleanse, be sure come back tomorrow for my results!

Tip #30

Quote: “What we really want to do is what we are really meant to do. When we do what we are meant to do, money comes to us, doors open for us, we feel useful, and the work we do feels like play to us.” – Julia Cameron

Oct. 30 Expenses:

Starbucks: $10

Target: $9

Total: $19

Happy Mondazzee, live it to it’s fullest x

Oct. 31

Final day of my cleanse! I can’t believe I made it! Most of all I can’t believe I’m done with my first month long blog! It wasn’t easy but all worth it. I’ve learned that you have to make your money work for you, not against you. You decide where your money goes. Good money habits, create opportunity for you do things that are value. Not the next Gucci bag or a BMW. Rather create memories with loved ones with travel and exploring new cultures by trying new foods or traditions through art exhibits.

I’m happy to say I saved just under $1,100! My goal was $700 that means I’m in the surplus of $400! What a achievement, I couldn’t be more happy and proud. Today I intentionally did not spend any money. Just in the effort to end my cleanse with a bang. So, for the last day of my cleanse . .

Oct. 31 Expenses: $0

Total: $0 Tip #31

Quote: “It’s good to have money and the things that money can buy, but it’s good, too, to check up once in a while and make sure that you haven’t lost the things that money can’t buy.” – Geroge Lorimer Thank you for sharing this experience with me. Stay tuned in November, I’ll be starting a new cleanse!

- T, x

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August 5th, 17:00 from Osaka Prefectural Gymnasium, Osaka

B Block kickoff the penultimate weekend of the tournament, with Okada hoping to maintain his block lead by beating EVIL and Omega hoping to vanquish Juice to continue his chase. Let’s get to it.

The story so far…

Primer

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4

Day 5

Day 6

Day 7

Day 8

Day 9

Day 10

Day 11

Day 12

Day 13

Here we go…

Chase Owens defeated Katsuya Kitamura

Taichi, Zack Sabre Jr. & El Desperado defeated Tetsuhiro Yagi, Syota Umino & Yuji Nagata

Bad Luck Fale & Yujiro Takahashi defeated Tomoyuki Oka & Hiroyoshi Tenzan

Hiromu Takahashi, Tetsuya Naito & BUSHI defeated Hirai Kawato, Tiger Mask IV & Togi Makabe

Tomohiro Ishii, YOSHI-HASHI & Hirooki Goto defeated David Finlay, Kota Ibushi & Hiroshi Tanahashi

B Block – Round Seven

Toru Yano vs. Tama Tonga

Tama was in full make up, because Yano, in case you weren’t aware, is terrified of him. Tama snuck up behind Yano on the ramp then popped up from under the ring and poor Yano was beside himself. Tama taped Yano’s wrist to the guardrail, but Yano used scissors to cut himself free and get back into the ring at 19. “Break!” said Yano, and Tama mimicked him, so Yano battered him with a turnbuckle pad. He threatened to use the ring bell hammer, then as the referee took it from him, he went low on Tama and rolled him up for the three-count. Have to say, I quite enjoyed that. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

We’re shown Masahiro Chono on commentary. Looks like he enjoyed Yano’s antics too.

Satoshi Kojima (w/ Hiroyoshi Tenzan) vs. SANADA

Kojima controlled the opening lock ups, then both men dodged the other’s offence for a stand off and both hit Dragon Screws. Sanada was able to apply the Paradise Lock and dropkick Kojima before getting the better of an elbow exchange, but then he hit machine gun chops in the corner, so naturally Kojima replied with the real thing and planted him with a DDT. Sanada landed his springboard dropkick then, but Kojima survived strikes to hit the Koji Cutter and a suplex for two. The elbow pad came off to signal the lariat, but Sanada ducked and landed a big suplex and the TKO for a near-fall, then he cinched in the Dragon Sleeper. Kojima’s arm dropped twice, at which point Sanada opted for the moonsault, but it missed! He landed on his feet after another attempt only to receive a lariat to the back of his head. Kojima almost got caught with another Dragon Sleeper, but was about to counter to the Emerald Flowsion! Two-count only. Lariat from Kojima – Sanada kicked out at one! Running lariat! One, two, three.

Kojima wins! Yes! His first points of the tournament. I liked the detail of Sanada choosing to try and finish with the moonsault, as he has a couple of times, but Kojima had him scouted. Good match here, particularly the hot closing stretch, though it took a few minutes for them to get into a groove. ***1/4

Michael Elgin vs. Minoru Suzuki (w/ Taichi & El Desperado)

Elgin opted to flatten Desperado first, then he elbowed Suzuki on the outside, but was caught by the rope-hung armbar coming back in. He might’ve stemmed the tide, but he got distracted by Desperado, and Suzuki took advantage by targeting Elgin’s arm, stabbing it with a chair and letting his minions do the rest. Suzuki then returned to finish the job, battering Elgin with the chair, and smashing his arm into the ringpost. Back in, a one-armed Elgin managed a powerslam and the slingshot splash, and a pair of rolling elbows earned two. Front-and-back clotheslines and more elbows connected, but Suzuki yanked him down into a Fujiwara armbar until Elgin reached the ropes, where the Suzuki-gun boys interjected once again. Suzuki rolled into the armbar, but Elgin managed to lift him and dump him to the mat, then he avoided the sleeper and hit the Falcon Arrow for two. Buckle bomb, ref bumped, and Elgin took care of Taichi and El Desperado. The attempted powerbomb was reversed to a sleeper, but Elgin nailed a spinning back chop and followed with the Elgin Bomb! One, two, three.

Good stuff, and nice to see Elgin working a different kind of match (though who knows how much of a choice he had). ***1/4

Juice Robinson vs. Kenny Omega

Juice scored a trio of armdrags, earning a pair of dismissive slaps from Omega, so he landed a couple of jabs and monkey flipped Omega before clotheslining him to the floor. After dropping him over the guardrail, Juice rammed Omega into the turnbuckles and scored a diving crossbody for two, but Omega turned the tide by suplexing him over the top-rope to the floor! Juice’s injured left leg was wrapped around the ringpost, and Omega applied a ringpost figure-four, then dumped him onto the timekeeper’s table with a shinbreaker! Back in, Omega continued his distinctly Canadian legwork, applying a heel hook until Juice made the ropes. A reverse DDT and chops got Juice back into it, and a full nelson slam connected for two. Omega went back to the leg to set up the Finlay Roll, but the follow-up moonsault hit the knees.

Cannonball from Juice, ‘rana from Omega, lariat from Juice! The falling powerbomb dumped Omega for a two-count, but the Pulp Friction was countered to a Snapdragon suplex. The cross-legged Ushigoroshi set up the V-Trigger, but Juice hit back with crescent kick, only to receive a jumping knee to the face soon after. Omega flipped out of a German, Juice smacked him with the haymaker, and the Pulp Friction was attempted once more. The One-Winged Angel counter didn’t work, but the reverse frankensteiner connected for a near-fall! The V-Trigger smashed Juice and Omega lifted him for the One-Winged Angel, but Juice countered to a small package – one, two, three!

That is one hell of an upset. Wow. This was another good match, though lacking in crowd heat for the most part. The ending, on the other hand, was another matter – a huge reaction to the finish and the noise rumbled on for several minutes. I enjoyed the nods to Bret Hart and the overall story of the match, and feel like it could’ve been something special had it taken place in front of a more sympathetic crowd (Korakuen Hall, for instance). Still, the shock result is plenty memorable! ***1/2

Kazuchika Okada vs. EVIL

They traded shoulder blocks early on, then Okada nailed a big boot, seated dropkick and neckbreaker for two, and maintained control with a straitjacket chinlock. Evil powered out and sent Okada to the floor, where he whipped him into the guardrail and engaged in chair-on-chair-on-head violence (name suggestions, please?). Back in, a surfboard curb stomp earned two and Evil applied a chinlock of his own, but the senton missed, giving Okada the opening to hit his series of back elbows, the DDT and a leaping uppercut for two. The reverse neckbreaker was countered, however, and Evil capitalised with a sidewalk slam for a two-count, but Okada scored a flapjack to put both men down.

Okada landed the reverse neckbreaker out of the corner and the diving elbow connected. Rainmaker signalled, but easily blocked, with Evil hitting the side kick, but Okada (eventually) dropkicked him down to the floor from the top-rope. Outside, Okada looked for the jumping crossbody over the guardrail, but Evil threw a chair right at his head! Ouch. He dumped a bunch of chairs on the floor out in the crowd, then planted Okada onto the pile with Darkness Falls! In a distinctly un-evil moment, Evil brought Okada back into the ring with him, then hit a fisherman buster for two. Darkness Falls – two-count only. He signalled the STO, from which Okada broke free, then attempted a super fisherman buster only to get pushed down and nailed with a shotgun dropkick! Tombstone blocked, suplex from Evil blocked, The Dropkick from Okada! Uppercuts landed, but Evil scored a counter lariat and dumped Okada with a half-and-half suplex! Lariat – one, two, no! STO countered into the Rainmaker! Okada picked him up and hit a second Rainmaker, then a definitive third was ducked and Evil floored Okada with a headbutt. STO… countered to a German suplex! Rainmaker… countered to the STO!!! One, two, three!

Holy shit! I mean, it was a possibility after Omega lost, but I didn’t actually expect it to happen. Really good match too. A couple of rough spots here and there, but it flowed well and built to an excellent finish. Great stuff. ****

Post-match promo from Evil(!) and we’re out.

B Block standings after Round Seven

Okada – 12

EVIL – 10

Omega – 10

SANADA – 8

Suzuki – 8

Elgin – 6

Yano – 6

Robinson – 4

Tonga – 4

Kojima – 2

Final thoughts: B Block returns to form in a big way! Everything is evil was enjoyable and the booking was surprising in the best way. Kojima’s win was a great moment, while the wins snagged by Juice and Evil give us a glimpse into the future. Just a breeze of a show to watch. I’m a happy Welshman.

I’m back tomorrow. See you then.

Fourteen down, five to go.

#IFTTT #Place to Be Nation

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