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jacobsbigmelons · 1 year

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Now, hear me out, Jacob x Dylan? Terribly sorry if that’s not in your range of expertise/comfort, I just gotta get the question out as a shipper. If it suits you, though, maybe some fluff with Jacob in general would be cute? I know your “bro (passionately)” fic was hella good and I’m a total sucker for just cute fluffy stuff.

hey anon! i’m not the best when it comes to ships since im more of a x reader kinda guy but im a man of the people 🫣 so i’ll try !

Beating around the bush

Jacob Custos x Dylan Lenivy

cw: jacob and dylan fighting off the romantic tension to the point where the vine “oh my god they were roommates” plays perfectly here.

OH- and for the sake of my own sanity, emma and jacob aren’t a thing here because i have no clue how to write a smooth scene where they casually split or whatever smh.

oh and spoiler alert i’m making the roommates joke at the end of this lol

Faint crickets chirped in the distance as moonlight lit up the cabins as best as it could, Jacob and Dylan were in their bunk beds thought the sudden voice of Dylan and the response of Jacob clearly showed they were awake. “You up?” Dylan said as he was tapping his fingers on his chest to fidget a bit.

“Huh? oh uh well I was starting to drift off but not anymore” Jacob put it bluntly, he rolled onto his side so his ear is in the air so he can both lay down while hearing what Dylan had to say. “My bad, but like can you come down and give me company. Lonely on the bottom bunk” Jacobs eyebrows furrowed not because of annoyance but merely because of his tired state but for some reason he just couldn’t find it in himself to say no.

“Ow- fuck, uh gimme a sec” Jacob moved too quickly as his elbow met the wall, the slight pulses of pain were rather uncomfortable. The sound of sheets moving before he hopped off the top bunk made the cabin slightly creek. “Heh, sup dude” Jacob sat next to Dylan who was now sitting up himself, stretching a bit as to not tire himself out. “Long day today huh?” Dylan spoke. “Dude, so uncalled for by Mr.H to go on that long ass hike, i mean I personally enjoyed it until my legs started to get tired” Jacob whined as he spoke with his hands while talking, something Dylan enjoyed about him.

“Well you definitely got the build to enjoy stuff like that” Dylan said while pointing to the not at all handsome dude in front of him without a shirt on. Yet he did all that without presenting the pink tint on his cheeks now. “I guess you’re right, sight for sore eyes i’m sure” Jacob said. “Do you ever shut up when it comes to talking about yourself?” Dylan said making sure to make his tone sound not malicious at all but mere teasing.

“Well i’m not shutting up until you make me” Jacob has a slight smirk on his face, “I mean…I can think of a few ways” the silence only adding on to Jacobs thoughts, clearly they both had similar thoughts but didn’t wanna say anything, the silence spoke every word they couldn’t. “Uh…haha…I think i’m too tired to think about how you’d do that man” Jacob rubbed his eyes to add to the bit.

“Just putting my cards out on the table.” Dylan said, whether a joke or not Jacob added onto it “What, you looking to go at it on a table?” Dylan was thrown back by his reply as the two broke out into laughter, “Well I mean there’s always room on the table so we could always y’know…do more” Dylan finished off before Jacob turned against Dylan. “Eww, you’re gross dude!” He said giving Dylan a playful punch on the shoulder. “No see! I’m not gross, i’m just more vocal about my thoughts, you just keep this stuff tucked away! So the only reason i’m being accused of being ‘gross’ is for my consistency!”

The two laughed a bit longer before the room fell silence again, though with a bit more uncomfortable tension unlike before. “Just in case, if I ever joke around and I like cross a boundary or something…just tell me?” Dylan broke the quietness, “Nah you’re good man, but…when you do joke and shit…do you like, mean some of that stuff?” Dylan always made flirtatious jokes, a bit to Ryan when they first became friends, and most of the time they were directed to Jacob. But he never expected to be confronted with this kind of question. The urge to lie was there but he felt wrong lying to the person he feels deeply for.

“I mean…like I said. No jokes this time, my cards are on the table…so I mean, I guess. Yeah. I like you a lot, you’re a good friend and all that. So, if you ever…wanna give a guy named Dylan a call and ask him out or whatever, i’m here.” Silence yet again filled the air which only made Dylan want to double back on what he just said, he definitely didn’t expect to spill his guts to his crush. “But if you don’t I totally get that I mea-“ His words were cut off by the feeling of long awaited lips against his, he was shocked at what was currently going down, was Dylan even conscious?

They pulled away quickly as they just stared into one another’s eyes as they felt more drawn to each other in the moment, they simply reconnected lips once again, Dylan putting a hand on Jacobs waist and likewise. “Uh.” They awkwardly laughed in unison, almost like they both knew they weren’t expecting this. “Color me impressed, Im pretty speechless, not too often this happens” Dylan admitted. “Well, uh” Jacob scratched the back of his neck. “We don’t have to talk when we can like…show it.” Jacobs voice which was much more louder earlier now turned soft even kinda sweet was showing and it only made Dylan smile. “But guess what?” Jacob was trying not to laugh as he spoke his question.

“What…?” Dylan asked with concern laced in his voice along with a raised eyebrow. “oh my god they were roommates.” Dylan playfully smacked Jacobs chest as all he could do laugh while trying to protect his bare body. “You just killed such an intimate mood dude.” Dylan said now slightly annoyed but more or less happy overall as he saw Jacob filled with all this joy, it was contagious really.

“Worth it.” Jacob said while cackling as they attempted tried to sleep in the bottom bunk together, the crickets still chirping as the moonlight illuminated the two peaceful lovers.

#jacob custos #the quarry #jacob custos my fucking beloved #the quarry jacob #the quarry jacob custos #the quarry dylan #dylan lenivy #the quarry dylan lenivy #Jaylan (is this their ship name? 💀)#Jacob x Dylan #Jacob custos x Dylan Lenivy

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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cryingbilldenbrough · 2 years

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bichie + late night thoughts 😳👉🏻👈🏻

hey shoutout to whoever requested this literally two years ago, hope you still want it! (btw im still alive)

“do you think the reason parks close at night is so the government can charge the birds?”

“richie please not tonight” bill groans from the bottom bunk

richie does this at least twice a week— keeps bill up for hours talking about the most inane fucking subjects

first it was sort of funny, laughing about ridiculous topics in that first week of school, when bill was still raw from leaving home for the first time in his life and when richie hadn’t yet worn him down with the endless fucking talking

(because he does talk literally all the time

he chatters while he gets ready, monologuing while he shaves his nonexistent facial hair

he talks out loud through his homework, asking bill a thousand times for help with his math

he talks while he EATS)

anyway the late night conversations were funny for the first few weeks, but now…

now bill’s riding on three hours of sleep and has class at 8am and richie wants to talk about fucking god knows what and all bill wants him to do is shut the fuck up

there’s a squeaking noise and then richie’s head is hanging upside down over the side of the bunk, his hair sticking straight up

“have you ever seen a baby pigeon, billy?” richie insists, squinting his eyes at bill in the scant moonlight coming in from their dorm window

“i know you think this is f-funny,” bill starts, and richie lets out a giggle “but i will actually kill you,”

bill moves to roll over but richie reaches down and grabs hold of his ankle, balancing with his torso dangerously over the edge

“i’m serious,” richie insists as bill kicks his leg out from his grip. he gets free but richie just leans further over and grabs it again, nails scratching the thin skin around bill’s ankle bone. “it’s all a conspiracy to keep tabs on us!”

“why,” bill starts, pushing all his annoyance into the word, “would the government want to keep tabs on YOU?”

“oh well that’s simple really,”

bill kicks again and richie squawks as his foot almost hits his head

“it’s because i’m a genius,” richie says and bill rolls back over to level him with a glare

“you?” he says flatly “you needed help making microwave mac and cheese yesterday”

“hey the directions don’t say you have to put the water in BEFORE you heat it up,” richie argues

“YES THEY DO,” bill says fervently “they absolutely do!”

and now he’s pissed

because the problem with richie is that he is un-ignorable

bill tries, he really does, not to let the kid get under his skin but it’s impossible

richie is funny and dumb and bill does like him a lot, likes him so much that he gets sucked into whatever richie wants to talk about

but its 2am and bill really really just wants to go to sleep

so he grabs his pillow and launches it at richie, aiming directly for his goofy fucking face

richie isn’t exactly an athlete AND it’s bedtime so he’s not wearing his glasses so the pillow gets him dead fucking on before he even has a moment to react

and then he’s falling ass over ankles out of the top bunk

he crashes to the floor with an almighty bang and bill jolts up out of bed, leaning over to make sure he’s okay

fuck, the RA is definitely gonna come give them hell

“shit rich,” bill says as richie groans on the ground, “you good?”

richie sucks in a deep breath, his eyes squeezed shut. the pillow is on the ground next to him and bill watches as richie reaches out and grabs it, throwing it back to bill

“ok i deserved that,” richie says “you knocked the wind out of me, who does that even?”

“i didn’t think you’d fall,” bill lies

“yes you did,”

“yeah,” bill agrees. he reaches down and pats richie’s knee comfortingly and that’s when the giggles start

he tries not to do it too loudly, in case richie’s ego is as bruised as his ass, but that doesn’t last long before he’s cracking up for real

and then richie’s giggling too, right down there on the floor surrounded by his own dirty socks that he takes off at night and throws on the ground despite bill yelling at him about it every single morning

“go back to bed,” bill says finally, when his stomach hurts and his eyes are wet from laughing tears “you have a test tomorrow,”

“how’d you know that?” richie asks, pushing himself off the floor. he flexes his shoulders and neck as if to knock out any lingering pain

“it’s on the calendar,” bill says like it’s obvious

“huh,” richie says, and then he’s climbing into bill’s bed

“what—“ bill starts as richie reaches over him to pull the blanket over himself

“if you think i’m climbing back up into that death trap bed you’re out of your mind,” richie says “if i fall again i could die”

bill opens his mouth to argue but it’s so late and he’s so tired

“you’d have a dead roommate,” richie continutes, but he’s mellowing, voice quiet and scratchy “might be nice though, i hear you automatically pass all your classes”

richie presses his feet into bill’s and they’re cold as hell

“you know, if you wore socks to bed your feet wouldn’t be icicles,” bill argues, but there’s no bite to it

richie hums in response

the rest of richie is warm at his side, and when bill turns his head to get more comfortable on the pillow everything smells like richie’s soap, sea salt and cedar

“good night billy,” richie breathes, and he throws an arm over bill’s middle, pulling himself in closer

“night, rich,” bill responds, and then sleep takes over

send me requests/headcanons/prompts!!!

#ask #anon #bichie #headcanon #it 2017 #it stephen king #the losers club #bill denbough #richie tozier #oh my god they were roommates #anyway hey im back???#maybe????#if i ask you guys to read a YA novel in case i start writing fanfiction for it would you??

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sir-sunny · 3 years

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OK OOKOK TWIN AU HEADCANONS:

- both hajime and izuru are the same age, but hajime technically being the older brother by around 6 minutes (he uses this and as excuse to say he’s older)

- ✨ hajime still has an inferiority complex!! ✨ izuru excels at everything he does without really seeming like he’s trying. while hajime is… yknow… average…

- izuru has difficulty understanding his and other people’s emotions. which means he has trouble empathizing with people. so he kinda just stays stoic

- i like to think they had bunk beds when they were little. hajime claimed the top bunk while izuru was content with the bottom bunk.

- ALSO MATCHING CLOTHES!!! they had matching clothes when they were little. they would either be the same clothes in different colors or their mom would just buy two of the same clothing

- izuru has poor eyesight. his parents found out he was nearsighted when he was 13 and he doesn’t like wearing glasses. (he does own glasses but only saves them for emergencies) so he wears red contact lenses! why red? dunno, hajime thinks it’s to complete his emo aesthetic

-talking about emo aesthetic, izuru refuses to cut his hair. when he was a baby, his parents thought his hair was getting to long so his mom was gonna cut it until baby izuru grabbed the scissors and threw them across the room. the parents PANICKED and swore to never do that again

- hajime on the other hand still sticks with the same hairstyle he had since he was a baby.

- when izuru’s hair started getting really really long, he asked hajime to brush his hair while getting ready for school. he did this enough until hajime just brushes his hair for him without izuru having to ask. it’s annoying, yes, but izuru’s his brother, he loves him he would do almost anything for him

- hajime thinks orange juice is the shit while izuru thinks orange juice is absolute shit

- izuru would just do or try random shit when he’s bored. like he would eat pickles covered in mayonnaise and dipped in caramel just to see what it would taste like

IM IN LOVE W THESE

oh hajime for SURE has an inferiority complex are u kidding??? aksjdjagh he tries soooo hard :((( he might even resent izuru for a period of time,,

hajime probably very good at understanding his brother. he can pick up on reeeeeaallly subtle body language (this carries over to his day to day life; he's an extremely observant person)

kajsdhkajs these two are baffled by each other's hair style choices. hajime cannot stand having hair that's even remotely long. because he hardly gives his hair any thought. he kinda just. wakes up in the morning and however his hair looks is how it's gonna be all day. izuru on the other hand, cant fathom the idea of having hair that doesn't fall in front of his face all the time. he also probably takes rly good care of it

mhmhmmhh yes izuru never verbally expressing it but he would do literally anything for his brother (i like to think he's quite protective of him)

YES i hc that izuru does the most wild shit when he's bored askjdhajh like for no reason, he'll take apart the vacuum and put it back together while blindfolded, or he'll guess how many grains of rice are in a container and then he'll dump em out and count all of them to see if he was right, or he'll create and a.i. that's capable of emulating human emotions and then he'll terminate it ykno for funsies

#i wonder if these two are gonna be separate ppl in drs #i wonder if they'll interact.........................#asks #koziku #sdr2 #dr #dr hcs #dr au #hajime #izuru #sunny speaks

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archangelgabriel · 3 years

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idk if you guys remember my drawings of dean winchester jr, his sister, and the fitzgerald kids being friends, but here’s the part TWO (better this time)

(tap for better quality)

hcs under the cut:

idk of these look like teenagers but sam and cas are both 18, dean is two years younger than them at 16, and jody is two years younger than him at 14

oh yeah dean has a younger sister. her name is jody. honestly i’d name her something different now but my friends who invented her came up w jody and i feel like paying homage to them so it’s jody now 😌 maybe i’ll change it eventually since this is kinda my version

they all live in the same modest suburban area and investigate supernatural happenings together + kinda keep tabs on the secret life of the monster youth

sam (winchester) told his kids about the supernatural and they’re all just kind of witchy in their day to day lives. every other friday the winchester-leahys preform the family bonding Blood Ritual to summon auntie rowena over for dinner

jody and dean are both fluent in asl and often use it to their advantage. id like to imagine they go to the same high school and will sign things to each other from across the hallway and then get in trouble bc they called jody’s mean physics teacher a cunt right in front of him

dean inherited his fathers weird thing about serial killer podcasts, except he likes to investigate cold case files. his favorite thing is looking at some old super famous unsolved mystery and realizing that it was probably because of a ghost or vampire or some shit, bc it makes him feel special that he (and a few other ppl) are the only ones who’ll ever know the real answer

it’s kind of a family of nerds. jody pretends not to be but she is and she regularly participates in dean’s freakish magic science experiments

they regularly almost burn down the house together. eileen is so long-suffering (sam w. contributes to the chaos although he denies it when she’s around)

their prank wars are like magic prank wars. lots of (mostly) harmless hex bags are placed into each other’s backpacks

OH JODY MAKES THEM ALL FILM TIKTOKS WITH HER ADJHJNWJGD. THIS IS TRUE AND FACTUAL she is on witchtok and like just posts complete bullshit but with enough real magic to the point where she can fuck with people. it brings her great joy

sam (fitzgerald) very willingly does the trends with her he thinks it’s fun. actually lets talk about the fitzgerald twins

so basically they have the sweetest most loving least nuclear nuclear family ever. from my vague memory of the ep it’s just them, garth and bess, and their older sister who’s probably moved out so yknow. rowdy 18 year olds with the house to themselves. they’re super different but love each other and know how to live with each other after like over a decade of being the top and bottom bunk on the bunk bed (cas got top, sam was afraid of heights as a child)

they both wear the silver bullet necklaces that the whole family wears, n both are happy to. sam kind of secretly wishes he could just be a regular human boy, so he appreciates the message of “you’re just like a human! you are no better than them, so love everyone equally :).” cas actually kinda likes being a werewolf but he appreciates the message the necklace offers of “hey ur stronger and better than literally all humans but you can still die so, don’t eat them i guess.”

oh if you couldn’t tell cas is the emo one. sam took after the general fitzgerald household vibes of overeagerness and love and happy times! cas just tries to be… anything but that. he probably listens to, like, death grips.

he’s still a big hugger, though. kind of ruins his image when he’s saying goodbye to some acquaintance and almost instinctively goes in for a snuggle.

they both kinda tend to get into fights. there’s a similarly peaceful vampire family in town who just thinks they’re ~so much better~ than them, and it even pisses SAM off and he’s like a walking talking marshmallow cookie.

sam actually has like a secret aggressive streak just bc he’s very defensive over his family and friends. listen i know he sounds like a mary sue shut up shut up shut u—

sometimes cas gives jody piggyback rides if she asks nicely. he pretends to be super annoyed by it but he likes the opportunity to use his super strength every once in a while. sam is also very easily persuaded if jody asks nicely, but usually she is asking him to pick up dean just to piss him off.

i think it’s very funny how dean and cas are like the Intellectuals and they’ll talk about politics and current events and social justice and jody and sam are the Artists and will interrupt them to be like “look we broke two skateboards in half and then stuck them together in a plus sign shape to make the Mega Skateboard” and then jody tries it out in the driveway and then they have to drive to the hospital. huzzah

im out of hcs so here’s some bonus doodles

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hermannsthumb · 3 years

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Hermann preparing for date night with Newt by selecting where to eat solely by what he has a coupon for. Or, ya know, frugal connoisseur Hermann. <3 ksci

inspired by a convo re: the fact that ksci @k-sci-janitor likes to make fun of me for never letting a coupon go to waste even if it means walking like 2 miles in the cold to use it :/ like im gonna NOT get a free Baja blast. (there is one small little allusion to some M rated stuff towards the end in this)

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It’s not a rare occurrence that Hermann will treat Newt to dinner when the mood of dining out strikes them, but the point is that he’s doing it in a way that’s supremely…shifty tonight. Well, maybe not shifty. Weird? For one thing, he didn’t tell Newt where they were going until they were already on the bus headed there, for another, it’s their sharing-a-lab-anniversary, which tradition dictates they evenly split a bill (even if the origins have more to do with both trying to show up the other and take advantage and order the most expensive shit on the menu). The weirdest thing is definitely that, when Hermann got up to pay the bill five minutes ago—a small, folded piece of paper clutched in his hand—he left his wallet laying next to his wine glass on the table.

Newt stirs his straw around in his cup of soda, clinking ice cubes against the sides, and squints at the wallet. Did Hermann bring cash to pay with? He could’ve stuck some in his pockets without Newt seeing, or his bank card, even, which would explain the forlorn wallet. Or maybe forgetting the wallet was totally an accident, and he’ll be back in a few seconds to pick it up and pay for real when he realizes. That’s probably it.

When Hermann comes back to their table, though, he doesn’t bother with his wallet—he takes his seat, picks up his wine glass, and tips it at Newt. “That was quite lovely, wasn’t it?”

Newt hums. “It was.”

“I quite liked the fish I got,” Hermann says.

“I loved my noodles,” Newt says. “We should try to copy the recipe back at the base.” He sets his straw delicately on the table. “How’d you pay without your wallet?”

“My wallet?” Hermann says. He makes a show of catching sight of the wallet, arches his eyebrows in mock surprise, and picks it up. Here we go. “Oh, goodness. Did I forget this? Well—it’s not as if I needed it…” He tucks it neatly into his inner jacket pocket.

“Hermann,” Newt says, rolling his eyes. “What’d you do, get a hundred-percent discount by reminding them we saved the world a few months ago?” Hermann shakes his head, and takes a long sip of his wine. “Did you write a check? Did you pretend we got food poisoning or something?” Hermann shakes his head again, and this time, his mouth begins to creep up into a smug smile. Newt remembers the piece of paper. “Dude. You got us a fucking Groupon. No wonder you were being so weird about what I was ordering!”

(“I think we ought to stick with the entrees labelled B, Newton,” Hermann had said, flipping a page forward in Newt’s menu. “They look—er—far better.”

“More expensive,” Newt had said.

“What’s it matter? I’m paying.” Hermann had pointed at the noodle dish Newt had ended up getting. “Look, I reckon you’d like that.”)

Hermann finally grins triumphantly. “I did—and saved us quite a decent from our ‘date night’ fund. Pity it didn’t extend to dessert, I suppose, but we could always find some ice cream at the commissary later.”

Newt can’t even pretend to be exasperated. The noodles rocked. And they would’ve rocked even more if he knew that Hermann was saving them a few bucks. “You’re such a weirdo,” Newt says, shaking his head, though he’s mirroring Hermann’s grin. “Is that why you picked this place?”

“Not entirely,” Hermann says. He takes a long, slow sip of his wine. “Mostly I picked it to make a point.”

“About?”

“About my being right.”

Newt sighs. Only Hermann would dredge up old arguments on Lab Anniversary Night. It wasn’t even an argument, really—all that happened was that Hermann asked Newt to hand him his glasses cleaning cloth from his parka, and it took Newt almost ten minutes because Hermann’s pockets were so jam-packed with a million little coupons for everything from granola bars (which they can get from the mess hall for free) to mouthwash (which Newt can snag from the commissary, also for free, whenever they need it) that he couldn’t find anything but. A majority of them were expired. Then Newt remarked on how Hermann was nuts, and Hermann remarked on how Newt didn’t understand the value of making smart financial decisions, and they went back and forth for a bit like that. This was a whole week ago, too. In terms of Newt and Hermann arguments, that’s more than ancient history. “Are we really talking about the fucking coupons now?” Newt says.

“Frugality pays off,” Hermann says, cryptically. “Now we really ought to head out. The forecast is calling for rain, and I don’t fancy getting caught in it.”

They get caught in the rain anyway. Newt invites himself over to Hermann’s bunk to dry off, because Hermann bought a space heater back when they were stationed in Russia, and it travelled with him here to aid through the long nights of overpowering A/C. Right now, it’s aiding Newt through stripping out of his wet clothes. When he’s down to just his boxers, he snags the quilt from Hermann’s bed, and waits for him to finish up in his little en suite bathroom to hopefully catch a hot shower. One of the unexpected side effects of the world not ending and most nonessential personnel leaving the ‘dome in doves is that they almost never run out of hot water anymore. Newt can take a shower at midnight and not freeze his ass off. It’s awesome, really.

Hermann emerges from the bathroom in a dorky little pair of pajamas, a dressing gown knotted at his waist. “Oh, Newton,” he sighs, and prods at Newt’s blanket cocoon with his cane, “not my grandmother’s quilt.”

“I’m dry!” Newt says. “Mostly!”

He gives up the quilt to Hermann and ducks into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He stuck a spare toothbrush in the medicine cabinet at some point, for when he was too sleepy and lazy after makeout sessions to go back to his bunk, and sure enough he finds it alongside a suspiciously generic-looking tube of toothpaste. It doesn’t even have a label. He doesn’t think much of it until he starts to use it, which is when he immediately gags and begins to rinse his mouth out with hot water. “What the hell is this toothpaste?” he chokes out. “It tastes—awful.”

“Ah,” Hermann says. He ducks his head into the bathroom, looking a bit sheepish. “Well. I found a coupon for that brand, and I know it’s not very, er, pleasant, but—I saved forty percent, Newton.” Newt continues to rinse his mouth out, this time adding some mouthwash into the mix. “Oh, really, now you’re just being dramatic. It’s only toothpaste.”

“Dude,” Newt says. “I feel like I just rubbed, like, acid cement all over my gums.”

“Ah,” Hermann repeats, guiltily.

A bit later, Newt goes in to kiss Hermann goodnight as they settle into Hermann’s bed together, but pulls back with a sad little pout when Hermann merely flinches away from him. “Oh, Newton, I’m sorry,” Hermann says, quickly wrapping his arms around Newt and kissing his neck. It softens the blow somewhat. “It’s that bloody toothpaste. You still smell like it. You’re right, it’s rubbish.”

“Tell you what,” Newt says, grumpily. “I’ll buy you a brand new tube tomorrow. My treat.”

Newt mostly forgets about the coupon thing for a bit. The odd little item crops up in the lab that makes him roll his eyes fondly at Hermann, but nothing as major as the Groupon or toothpaste. Hermann’s preferred tea brand swapped out for something Newt’s never heard of in a flavor that Hermann clearly detests, if his face when he drinks it is anything to go by, for example, the chocolate digestives Hermann keeps in his desk replaced with plain ones, his new box of chalk all in a salmony shade of pink and weak enough to snap apart under his fingers if he presses down too hard on his chalkboard. When Newt asks about the changes, the answer’s always the same: Hermann had a coupon for them, or they were less expensive than his usual. Newt just wishes he could understand where this sudden bought of thriftiness came from. It’s not like it was back during the war, where they had to pinch pennies and save in every area they could if they wanted to supplement their nonexistent funding. They’re actually getting paychecks now, on behalf of the UN’s guilty conscience! They have free room and board! They even put a few neat bucks away from some (heavily-redacted) interviews they did back in late January.

What Newt’s getting at is Hermann doesn’t have to limit them ordering out sushi to only places with free delivery on date nights, or skimp on his pizza toppings (four-topping down to two) so they can use a better coupon, or buy any of those subpar teabags or digestives or toothpaste tubes. But he just…is.

The tipping point occurs on a Saturday night about a month after the Groupon incident.

“Nn. Hermann. Do that again.”

“Do—?"

“Yeah.” Newt groans, turning his head to the side. “Oh, shit.”

“Newton—” Hermann kisses his throat. “Newton, you’re—”

“Wait.” Newt pauses. “What is that?”

“Oh, er.” Hermann pulls his hand away. “You mean the—the—?”

“Yeah. It feels…weird.” He frowns. “That is not what we used last time.”

“Oh. No. It isn’t.” Hermann clears his throat. “Well, Newton—see—we were out, so I thought I’d—I’d buy a larger bottle, to last us longer, and I happened to find a coupon for this lovely—er—gallon-sized—”

“You’re kidding,” Newt says.

“Only I thought it was a very frugal purchase,” Hermann says. “We do tend to, er, burn through it rather quickly.”

Newt rolls away from him. “Dude. We need to have a talk.”

Some brief amount of time later, they sit together on the end of Hermann’s bed, clad in their pajama bottoms and, in Hermann’s case, one of Newt’s sweatshirts. Newt waits until Hermann meets his eyes blushingly before he proceeds. “What is up with you lately?” he says. “You’ve been acting so—weird. Weirder than usual,” he amends. “Since when have you cared about saving a couple bucks on random shit like pizza?”

Hermann fidgets, and sighs, and finally reaches to pull open the drawer of his nightstand. He retrieves a piece of paper folded into quadrants, and for a wild moment Newt thinks it might be another Groupon. “Oh, I wanted it to be a surprise,” Hermann says. “I was going to wait until it was all finalized—but it’s close enough now, so I suppose there’s no harm in it.” He thrusts the paper out at Newt, and Newt—still wondering if it’s not another Groupon—unfolds it with surprise to find what looks like a flight itinerary. Two tickets for Hong Kong to Boston, with a short layover; then two more tickets a week after they land for a short trip from Boston to some town in Maine Newt recognizes as being seaside. They’re made out to Hermann Gottlieb and Newton Geiszler and purchased a little over a week ago.

“You kept telling me you wanted me to meet your father,” Hermann says, and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “And—I thought it might be nice, to have an—er—vacation, for a few days. We’ve certainly earned one. And it’s not as if we have any truly pressing obligations at the moment that can’t be put on hold for a week or two. I was planning on booking us a little cottage up in Maine—or maybe just a hotel room, I hadn’t decided—but we don’t have to if you don’t—”

“And you’ve been saving up for it?” Newt interrupts.

“For a few months now,” Hermann says. “Since February, in fact.”

“And that’s why…?”

The tips of Hermann’s ears turn red. “Every penny helped,” he says.

Newt carefully re-folds the itinerary, sets it aside, and then kisses Hermann soundly. It would be safe to say that Hermann’s thoughtful, romantic moods tend to be on the spontaneous side, probably as spontaneous as they are in Newt, so when one strikes Hermann (and in such a perfectly Hermann way as this one) Newt doesn’t like to take it for granted. “Of course I wanna go on vacation with you,” Newt says. “You rock. Seriously.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Hermann says, looking pleased.

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I both really want to read a conversion camp fic and really fucking DONT lol but I trust you to do it well and not absolutely destroy us so... I am asking for you to write the conversion camp fic please.

Oh, my plan is to absolutely destroy you all with this one.

This is modern bc it wasn’t gonna be but then I wrote a part and it kinda had to be lol

TW: religion, homophobia, transphobia (nd Steve), conversion camp, anxiety, depression, physical abuse, the word r*pe is thrown around, suicidal ideations, basically, it’s a DOOZY

Seriously, this shit gets DARK. I have A LOT of untapped emotions.

But it has a happy ending, don’t worry

Steve’s hands were shaking as they dug through his bag.

They had already pulled out the eyeshadow palette he had tried to sneak in, needed something to make himself feel okay in this inevitable Hell.

“Did you receive our guidelines?” They had found the lipstick he had shoved in one of his shoes. “We specifically outlined prohibited items.” He took a shaky breath. “Your perversion is much deeper than anticipated, Mr. Harrington.” He just nodded.

He was shuffled about, led to a cold blank room.

His first meeting with a conversion specialist.

“What is your infatuation with women’s things?” The man’s voice made Steve feel like there was cold water dripping down his back.

“I just like pretty things.”

“Why do you deny your manhood?”

“I don’t.”

“You say that, but you do. Every time you pretend you’re a woman-”

“I don’t pretend I’m a woman. I just like makeup and stuff.” He gave Steve a disgusted look.

“By denying your true self, you have turned your back on God. You have allowed the devil to infiltrate your soul, to convince you that these perversions are okay.” He looked down at the paper in his lap, the forms Steve had been forced to sit and fill out with his parents. “You were not close with your father, were you?”

“Um, no. Not really.”

“So you pushed away your male role model?”

“He pushed me away, more like.” The man pursed his lips.

“A father does not push away his son unless there is something evil within him. A father can always tell when there is something wrong, something disgusting in his offspring.” He stood up, towering over Steve.

“You are disgusting, Steven Harrington. You are perverse and foul. You turn your back on your Creator. But you are not without a savior. You can be saved. Denounce the devil that tempts you to this life. Follow your savior, and He will lead you to safety.” He held out his hand. Steve took a breath, and shook it.

Steve’s first day was a fucking nightmare.

He was led to his room, a small room with two bunked beds and no doors. He was told he’d have three roommates, and if they were caught touching one another, the punishment would be painful.

And then it was group therapy.

He sat in a circle with ten of the other boys from the program. They were forced to discuss every attraction they had ever felt to anyone besides women. They were forced to discuss sexual encounters they had had with men, and call themselves disgusting.

And as it was Steve’s turn, and he talked about wearing panties, and fingering himself, and sucking Tommy’s dick, and he felt disgusting.

At dinner he met one of his roommates, and his heart sank.

“Where’d they scrape you up?” The guy was fucking gorgeous.

“Indiana.”

“And you just a homo? Or...?” The guy’s voice trailed off as he looked Steve up and down. “You one a’ them crossdressers, too?” Steve flushed deeply.

“How, how did you know?”

“Because you look like they got to you already. Means they got something on you. Make you feel real bad about yourself.”

“How, how long have you been here?”

“Long enough. Seen plenty a’ boys come and go. Some cured, some just a lost cause.” He was so nonchalant about the whole thing.

“Why, why so long?” He grinned at Steve, sharp and beautiful.

“Because I’m immune, Pretty Boy.” Steve’s breath hitched. The guy licked over his teeth. “Can’t beat the gay outta me if they tried. And they fuckin’ have.”

“But why, why don’t you want to change? I mean, they’re, they’re right.” His blue eyes went cold.

“They got you deep. Damn, you might be the quickest turn around I’ve ever seen.”

“I just, I don’t want to be wrong anymore.” He leaned closer to Steve.

“You have never been wrong.” Steve felt like he was gonna cry.

A firm hand clapped down on Steve’s shoulder.

“William, I hope you’re treating our new guest nicely.” William’s face fell immediately.

“Yes, Father.” Steve looked up to see a priest holding onto him. His hair was greying and neat. His eyes were cold and dead.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to take Steven with me.” Steve followed him, eyes downcast, all the way to his office. “Steven, my name is Father Andrew. I’m here to help you.” Steve didn’t like his smile. “We’re going to meet everyday at 8:30 pm for your therapy.”

He pulled out a folder from the bottom drawer of his desk. He placed a photograph in front of Steve with a flourish.

It was porn.

It was fucking gay porn.

He stood in front of Steve, leaning against the desk, off to the side of the image.

“Tell me what you see here.” One of the men had dark hair. He was being taken from behind by the other man, his blond hair and bright eyes stirred something in Steve.

“Two men. Having sex.”

He didn’t see Father Andrew’s hand, just heard the crack of it against his cheek.

His eyes watered, his cheek burned.

“What do you see?”

“Two perverts.”

“What are they doing?”

“Defiling one another.”

“Good, Steven. You’re learning.”

He placed another photograph down. This time, the man being fucked had a full face of makeup, tears making the dark eyeliner run as he was on his back, hands cuffed to the bed. The man fucking him was smirking at the camera, tongue between his teeth.

“How does this make you feel?”

“Disgusted.”

“Why?”

“That they, they would touch each other like that.”

“Do you have fantasies like this? Of being tied up by another man? Raped by another man?”

And the answer, the answer was technically yes. He had plenty of fantasies of being tied up, taken rough, taken dirty.

But rape. That’s a strong fucking word.

“No, Father.” Another crack. Another slap.

“Lying is a sin, Steven.”

“I, I don’t want to be, to be raped.” Another slap.

“Lying is a sin, Steven.”

“Yes, yes Father. I have had fantasies.”

“These are not fantasies, these are perversions planted in your mind by demons, by the devil trying to pull you away from Christ our Lord. Do not let these demons lead you astray.”

He pulled out another picture.

Steve’s heart fucking stopped.

It was a picture of himself. A nude he had taken for Tommy.

He was wearing pretty lingerie, pouting to the camera. He remembers taking it, remembers putting on his makeup, posing over and over until he took one he liked. They must’ve gone through his phone, through his texts.

“Why do you dress like a woman?”

“Be-because I’m disgusting.” And the thing is, Steve had been told plenty of times that day that he’s disgusting, and he had begun to believe it.

“Good, Steven. You are disgusting. Do you believe you’re a woman?”

“No, Father.”

“Then why have you been experimenting with women’s things?”

“I believed I wasn’t a man.”

“And are you a man?”

“Yes, Father.”

“God made you a man.”

“Yes, Father.” Steve still didn’t like his smile.

He switched the image.

And it was another one of his nudes. This time he was in a skirt, kneeling with his back to the mirror, one hand spreading his cheeks, showing off the silver plug in his ass.

He even remembers the text he had sent with it.

Tommy had been studying for a test, so Steve sent that picture and said but im lonely :( and Tommy had replied I’ll be there in twenty.

“Why do you have an obsession with your anus?” Steve could feel the blood drain from his face.

“I, uh, it feels good.” Another slap.

“How does spitting in the face of your Heavenly Father feel good, Steven? Sodomy does not feel good.” Another slap. Steve’s face felt like it was on fire.

“I’m sorry, Father. I am vile, and disgusting.” Steve was sobbing, felt so fucking pathetic, trying to look anywhere but the printed image of himself.

“I think that’s enough for tonight. I expect you here tomorrow after dinner.”

Steve fucking ran back to his room.

The other boys were asleep. He climbed into the top bunk, curling into himself.

He felt disgusting, he felt foul and wrong and bad.

He tried to stifle his sobs into his pillow, the scratchy case muffling his panic attack.

“Hey, Stevie.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be quiet.” There was a sigh, breath fanning over his face.

And then the boy from earlier was swinging himself into bed with him, curling against him.

“They said-”

“I know exactly what times they patrol. I’ll leave your bed before then.” He sighed. “First night’s always the hardest. You just gotta get through. Tell them what they wanna hear, but remember that they’re fucking wrong. You are valid, and real. Being gay is not disgusting.”

Steve curled into him, letting himself be comforted.

“Thank you. Thank you, William.”

“Oh, Christ. Call me Billy.”

“Thank you, Billy.”

As time passed, it was easy to retreat into himself.

He met with Father Andrew every night, got slapped and hit when his answers weren’t condemning enough.

But each night, Billy would crawl into bed with him, would hold him when he broke down.

The kiss was inevitable.

It happened after Steve had an extreme day, the beating he received when he had admitted to being nonbinary, that he had asked his friends at home to use other pronouns.

And Billy had said you’re perfect the way you are, Sweet Thing.

And Steve kissed him.

And Steve wanted to die.

“Forgive me, Father. For I have sinned.” Steve took a shaking breath.

He was kneeling in the small confessional.

They had Mass every three days, and confession each Friday.

“It has been one week since my last confession.” He took a deep breath. He needed to get this of his chest, needed to get the punishment he deserved. “Father, I, the feelings have not gone away. There is, there’s a boy, and I, I love him. And I try not to. I try not to look at him, to remember the devil is leading me astray. But Father, I think about him. I think about him often.”

“This is an extremely grievous sin, my son.”

“I know, Father. Please help me. I want to, I want to be pure. To be free of this sin, this temptation.”

“I offer, as penance for your sins, to pray a rosary for each time you have had an evil thought about your fellow man this week. As you ponder the Mysteries of the rosary, consider how God created you, how Jesus died for you, and you wipe your feet on their love.”

“Yes, Father.”

“And our meeting will be arduous tonight, Steven.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Now please, recite the Act of Contrition.”

Steve’s hands shook as he recited the prayer, finishing his confession with Father Andrew.

“Now, Steven. You discussed having impure thoughts today.”

Steve’s knees ached from praying the rosary so many times earlier today. He hadn’t eaten, had gone straight to the Chapel after his confession.

He wanted to pray, to cleanse himself.

And he didn’t want to risk seeing Billy.

“Yes, Father.”

“And you mentioned that you love another boy.”

“The devil is trying to make me think it’s love.” Father Andrew smiled his empty smile down at Steve.

“That’s right Steven. Because love cannot exist between two men. Love is a beautiful thing created and given to us by The Lord God.” Father Andrew leaned over Steve, made him shrink back in his seat. “Which is why you are unlovable as you are. You are foul and vile. You may be loved if you change.”

He grabbed Steve’s hair, holding his head still as he slapped his face.

And Steve let him.

He was foul, he was vile.

He deserved the pain.

Two months.

That’s how long it took Steve to “graduate”.

He left the facility in clean khakis, a nice sweater his mother had sent him to wear home.

Billy had left a week and a half prior.

He was deemed a lost cause.

Steve’s mother was there to pick him up, hugged him tight and told him how happy she was that he was fixed.

He was quiet as they drove, watching the shadows the summer sun cast on the side of the plain flat road.

“Your father will be pleased. You’ve made such wonderful progress. Free of all those delusions.”

They passed Tommy’s house.

He felt sick.

The first thing Steve did when he got home was destroy all his make up.

He took everything feminine from it’s hiding spot in the back of his closet.

He scraped out the eye shadow, smeared the lipstick all over his dresses.

He cut up his lingerie, shoved everything into a black garbage back, driving into town to toss it in the dumpster behind the gas station.

He wanted it away, he wanted it gone. He wanted to be pure.

His hands shook as he zipped up the suitcase.

He didn’t have much in there, was planning on taking enough to get him through a little while, then maybe buying some things, some pretty things.

His parents were asleep downstairs, he was planning on being long gone by the time they woke up.

He put on his backpack, taking his wallet and tiptoeing down the stairs, his shoes in his hand.

He had a plan, would drive to the bus station, leave his car there.

Someone will find it, and at that point, he’ll be long gone.

He bought a bus ticket to Chicago, paid in cash and gave a fake name.

He was fucking out of here.

They were fucking out of here.

“As I live, and fucking breathe.”

Steve startled as a hand came down on their shoulder.

They startled again when they turned around, came face to face with a ghost from the past.

“B-Billy?” Billy’s hair was longer than it had been at the camp. His smile was lazier, his eyes brighter. Steve’s gut gave an excited little flutter as he looked them up and down.

“You look fuckin’ gorgeous, Pretty Boy.” Steve flushed, adjusting their dress. It was new.

It had been three years since the camp. One year of Steve living in pain, until they packed their shit, and moved to the Golden Coast. They left in the middle of the fucking night, ran away like a scared child, never looking back.

And here was the love of their goddamn life, in some hole in the wall coffee shop in San Fransisco.

“It’s uh, it’s not Pretty Boy, anymore.” Billy’s grin got even wider.

“Thank fuck.” He swung himself into the seat across from Steve’s, upsetting some of the papers they were working on.

“What happened to you, Billy?” Billy’s smiled slipped, just a little.

“My dad was tired a’ paying for that joint if I wasn’t getting better. So he said if I wasn’t fixed in like, a month, he would stop paying, and I would be kicked out. Stayed true to his word. Haven’t seen the bastard since.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Getting kicked outta that place is the best fuckin’ thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I graduated. Went through the whole thing. Took me a year to realize how fucked up it was.”

“Jesus. They got you deep.” Steve shrugged.

“I’m okay now.”

“Yeah? What’re you doin’?”

“Goin’ to school. Gonna be a counselor. Hopefully work in an elementary school, or something.” Billy’s eyes were bright.

“That’s amazing. Gonna tell all the little queer kids that they’re valid and all that?”

“That’s the goal.” Billy grinned. “What are you doing now? You with anyone?”

“I own a bar, actually. Kind of a dive, but it’s a good time.” He looked at Steve through his lashes. “You should come by, sometime. Be good to see you.”

“I’d like to see you too.”

“And to answer your question, I’m not with anyone. Not right now.” He smirked. “But I could be.” He leaned over the table, drawing one finger down Steve’s hand. “I like seeing you happy. Feel like I only ever saw you cryin’ in that joint.”

“Well, spent a lot of time crying there.”

“For good reason.” Billy took their hand. “It’s really good to see you.”

“Y’know I told Father Andrew I was in love with you. Got beat black and fuckin’ blue for it.” Billy’s face was grave.

“Why’d you do that?”

“Wanted to be fixed. Took me a year to realize I didn’t need that.”

“You stop lovin’ me in that year?”

“Not even in the two after that.” Billy took a shaking breath.

“You know, I uh, I love you too. Always did. It broke my fucking heart to leave you in that place. Was gonna wake you up that night, get you to run away with me. But they took me out, uh, forcibly.”

“Bet you put up a real good fight.”

“Broke Father Ryan’s nose.” Steve let out a burst of laughter, clapping one hand over their mouth.

“I was wondering about that. He had a splint for like, a month.”

“Yeah, well, bastard kept tryin’ to exorcise me. Headbutted him right in the face.”

“Good for you, Bill. Sometimes I wish I could light the whole place on fire.”

“Me too.” Billy took their hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “I gotta head, but I wanna see you. Soon. Later today, if you can.”

“Yeah, uh, I’m just doing some homework, but I could stop by the bar tonight? I don’t have shit to do tomorrow.”

“Lemme pick you up. We can go to dinner before I take you to the bar.” They smiled softly at him.

“I’d like that.”

#oof #this was a lot to write #i got halfway through and realized how much damn Truama the Church has given me #big yikes #I've been really fucking scarred by TWO religions #how fun #yikes writes #tw homophobia #tw religion #tw conversion #tw gay conversion #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble

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RSA- I still have a few more weeks until finals (it’s at the end of May) so here’s a few extra details about Khanna Academy (btw did we ever settle on an official name): The dorm students have bunk beds, whoever shares a bunk with Mina better not have a fear of height bc she always takes the bottom bunk. She also decorated the ladder with vines. The school has a charm put on it to keep it from burning and a protective charm to keep any threats away from the school. Badeea teaches kids new spells

👇🏿👇🏿

OMG BUNK BEDS ARE SO CUTE dont worry if cherry became minas bunkmate she would LOVE to have the top bunk. shes energetic she would love having to climb up and down the stairs silly.

RSA- I think I’ve mentioned this before but Chiara as the school healer 🥺 Her being able to fulfill her dream of becoming a healer regardless of her lycanthropy. Her becoming more comfortable with who she is now that she’s surrounded by people who love her. I’ve mentioned a werewolf student before so I wonder how she and him would interact. Chiara’s very sweet so she’d probably be gentle with kids. Also Jae gets supplies for the school despite not working there. He opened up a restaurant.

thats what chiara deserves !!!! YES we love jae opening up his own restaurant its what he deserves !!! anon you got me thinking of future jae x chiara ( theyre my comfort straight ship dhksjs ) and im over here just AJFHHDKJD i love them

RSA- Does the school have field trips? If so, here’s a few possibilities: Badeea taking her kids to an art museum. Liz, JT, and Barnaby taking their classes to a magical creature reserve. Rowan and the tree farm!! Her telling the students about how wands are made before she starts talking about her family!! Mina would absolutely go on Rowan’s trip, she’d love seeing the different trees. And Cherry getting to see her grandparents!! What’s their relationship like?When did Rowan tell them about her

field trips are so great omg the possibilities🥺 id say the khannas absolutely ADORE cherry !!! i think they are that type of grandparents who smother you with kisses and spoil you with gifts everytime you come see them. rowan told them about cherry as soon as she was tested positive for pregnancy.

RSA- what classes does Cherry take? Which ones are her favorites? Addendum on the uniforms, there’s a skirt and pants option and students can switch between the two. Andre works in the fashion business and a lot of the students ( and teachers) love his designs. It’s what he deserves. Him and Badeea partnering up on an outfit that’s based on one of her class paintings. Badeea has all of her classes work on a painting together once a year. It’s shown at the end of the year.

i havent rly considered much abt her academics ajshkajsks. i ADORE the option to choose to wear a skirt or trousers. ur right it is what andre deserves !!! and ohhh thats so cute i imagine the students would always admire their collab pieces🥺 and omg i love the idea of some sort of art exhibition being held annually

#sry for the late response i needed some time to answer these are a lot of important questions HDJD #mina #badeea ali #cherry khanna #chiara lobosca #jae kim #liz tuttle #jt #barnaby lee #rowan khanna #andre egwu #jae x chiara #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #asks #rowan school anon #anon #mine

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lokiamorstuffs · 4 years

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Part 2

(Part 1, Part 3)

Thank you @look-ma-im-on-tv for all the help!

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Remus listened to the soft sobbing from both Patton and Roman. He should probably feel bad for them, especially Patton.

Patton was really easy to manipulate, he made a good Damsel in Distress, and he could be quite cute. Really cute. And he loved him, Patton was his brother!

So maybe he shouldn't have been upset that his Dad was sitting with his 6-year-old brother, who was just sobbing. But then there was that fact of his dad was in there with Patton. That's probably why he wasn't worried about him.

He understood how Patton felt, sacred for JJ. How everyone else felt, well he wasn't sure. He could assume it was the same.

But back to Roman. He was there crying too. He had his head under his blankets as he just sat there sobbing on the bottom half of the bunk bed. Remus had seen him when he had entered the room an hour and half ago. Roman's crying was quiet and strained. Remus could tell that he was trying to keep it down, probably trying to push all those icky feelings so far down that they wouldn't be there anymore. Remus knew how to do that. He'd always do that.

In all truth, no one really talked about feeling with him. It's why he didn't understand too much about emotions. Maybe that's why he repressed his fears and sadness all the time. Maybe that was the reason he hadn't cried when everything just went downhill. Crying made others sad and angry, and he was trying- just trying to stay strong for them. For Janus.

Janus had never told him weeping was a weakness, never told him he shouldn't be scared. Janus was a vent for him. Always there to understand, always there to give a hug.

Dad had said he could always go to him, but Dad had Roman and Patton and Virgil to take care of. They all had really bad feelings sometimes. So Remus would go to Janus, but now he might lose that vent. He might lose that small safe space he made with Janus. He might lose Janus. That thought alone scared him to death. Out of everything, it was that thought. He might lose his brother.

This all would have made more sense if they were near Halloween. Janus could be a mummy, right? Certainly, he would be covered in this of bandages. Maybe it would help him feel better. But then again, who knows what those burns looked like. Maybe a mad scientist or zombie would be better...

Remus sighed as he sat up in his bed, continuing to listen to more of Romans sobs. Maybe Roman needed a vent for his feelings too. Dad had told him that having a vent was a good thing, especially since it was Janus. He still didn't understand what he meant by that, but oh well.

Remus turned to his side and hooked his feet under the bar of bedside railing. He then turned and lifted himself over and then let himself fall, making himself hang just like a bat. He took a breath, then huffed. He wished he could just make Roman feel okay. It was so... So stupid! "You're being a crybaby. It's stupid."

Roman shifted, and for a moment, Remus thought he wouldn't say or anything, but then Roman uncovered his face from under the covers as he sniffled. His eyes were full of anger even though they were all puffy and had tears streaming down his cheeks. "I-I'm not. It's not... Stupid..."

Remus just folded his arms, tilting his head to the side a bit. It was very much stupid. Feelings in general were stupid. "You like cryin' don't you?"

"Shut up..." Roman mumbled through a few hiccups. Remus could see his grip tighten on his blanket.

He chuckled awkwardly. "Wait till I tell dad you told me to shut up. Maybe he can help you with your cryin'."

"At least I am!" Roman snapped, shoving his hands down into his lap. "Y-You just don't care JJ is hurt! That's why you're not crying!" Roman's eyes burned into his lap as he refused to look up.

Remus frowned. He was just trying to help. "You're a jerk for saying that. Course I care." Why would he say that? He cared for both of them.

"No, you don't. You didn't even feel bad when you found out JJ was hurt! Your... Your jus' heartless!" Remus looked at Roman for a moment, hurt flashing in his eyes. He pulled himself back onto the top bunk and hugged himself.

He felt like his heart was sinking into his stomach. He didn't really know if he could stop the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.

Why was Roman so mean to him all the time? He was just trying to help. He was just... Trying to be there for him. Why did he have to say such hurtful things? Well... Maybe... He sighed and shook his head. Maybe it was just him. Maybe he was the problem. Whatever. He could still help Roman feel better. And... And maybe he could feel better too.

Remus wiped away the tears in his eyes, though only more came. He sucked in a breath deciding to ignore them. Slowly he climbed down the latter to his bed.

Silent tears rolled down both their faces as Roman noticed him, but before Roman could even say anything Remus spoke. "I'm going to find Logan." He rubbed his arm a bit, looking away. "Come on."

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#kid!roman #kid!remus #creativitwins #sanders sides fic #teen!logan #roman sanders #ts roman #remus sanders #ts remus #logan sanders #ts logan #injury mention #burn mention #burn injury #hurt mention #crying #comfort #lokiamorstuffs

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afishcalledfatin · 5 years

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Dr SEO

ALL MY COVERS HAVE THE NAME INSOMNIAC BECAUSE THIS WAS FROM MY OTHER ACCOUNT!!

pairing: doctors! Johnny x female reader

summary: in which Johnny is a medical physician who makes dad jokes and uses vine references and like every typical fanfic, he falls in love with you.

Genre: FLUFF

A/N: Hello everyone! Fafa here, this is my first story and I hope you like it:)

He probably works in the emergency ward as an emergency physician

Now imagine Johnny in a white lab coat and scrubs. Oh, or a shirt and slacks. Oomph.

Everyone has a crush on him and his other doctor friends.

When he’s on break he starts telling dad jokes and puns to lighten the mood.

Now, imagine your schools popular and good looking guy group. It's just that these boys are doctors and aren’t assholes as everyone portrays. They are the sweetest bunch.

WILL WRITE ABOUT THEM TOO DON’T WORRY

He will also listen to your rant while tending to you.

“AND HE HAD THE AUDACITY TO PUSH ME LIKE THAT.” “mhm mhm whatta dick” as he cleans the blood off.

Patients are normally shook after seeing his face and height.

I mean, have you seen him? Hellur sur.

Will drink coffee all the time. No matter where he is, he's either holding a coffee mug or flask

Starts skipping in the ward when he sees Dr Jung with a bag of food that he bought for him.

“You are a blessing.” “Johnny, I have work to do.”

Sometimes uses memes and vine references for anything

*woman is freaking out over her son* “Calm down you don’t want to Panic! at the Disco.”

You can literally hear sighs and facepalms all around the ER.

Has a heavenly voice that can make any baby stop crying.

One of the most chillest doctors in the entire hospital right after Dr Moon.

He is either “sleep is for the weak or sleep for a week.”

Can be a bit worrying sometimes.

Will probably buy you a drink if you did well in a surgery or something. If you’re extra special, you might get a muffin. Only his group of friends have received muffins.

Ships residents, interns and nurses. He discusses it with his friends in the break room. Fan wars will occur.

“I ship [interns name] with [interns name].”

“exCUSE ME, DR LEE TAEYONG? I DISAGREE WHOLE HEARTEDLY.”

And you can suddenly hear a group of grown men arguing about which is the more superior ship.

Besides all the funny stuff, he is super dedicated and hardworking. He doesn’t care if he won’t meet someone, he is focused on working hard.

Scary Johnny is something you NEVER want to witness.

He will keep it all in before he snaps and boy it isn’t pretty. He has made residents and interns cry before but he would cool off and go talk with said person to have a better understanding with the problem. It doesn’t happen often though, so you must’ve really messed up if he yells at you.

Children love him. The hospital he works in is close to a school. So if any emergency happens, the teachers would send the student to that hospital.

Will visit the student if he/she gets admitted.

He would ask the student how they are feeling and would tell them to be more careful. Would get them a balloon or a flower arrangement.

He gets sad when he sees kids leave the hospital. He’s also happy that they are well. It’s a bittersweet feeling.

May seem intimidating but is honestly the biggest fluff.

According to the doctors, he gives the best hugs.

Yo, imagine a hug from Johnny. [ I NEED A FEW MINUTES TO CALM DOWN.]

Okay, I’m cool.

Anyways, how did he meet you?

Well, you transferred to his hospital because the board thinks you are super talented in your job and all that jazz. You were also an emergency physician.

You and Dr Nakamoto were friends in Medical school. When he found out you were gonna work in his hospital, he wanted you to meet all of his friends.

When you met them, you died on the inside. HOW ARE THEY ALL SO GOOD LOOKING?

You had met everyone but Dr Seo. After your meeting, you were given a tour by Yuta.

“Oh, we might meet Dr Seo there.” You were really worried that Yuta’s friends might not like you but he reassured you that they already loved you.

“IS THAT NAKAMOTO YUTA? IN THE EMERGENCY WARD?” You hear someone yell out.

You suddenly see a tall ass boi running towards the both of you.

Yknow how you died on the inside when you saw the doctors? Yeah, you were officially deceased when you saw Dr Seo.

He was wearing his scrubs and his black hair was slightly messy. His smile was adorable and he was exceptionally fit.

When Johnny saw you, his first thought was “oh my god shes so small. must protect.” Then again he was the height of a coconut tree.

You introduced yourself to him and told him you were excited to start working with him.

And low and behold, the Dr Seo was blushing.

“Hyung, are you blushing?” Yuta laughed. Johnny covered his face. “No… the weather has been so hot recently and OH MY GOD LOOK AT THE TIME DR NAKAMOTO YOU SHOULD GET BACK TO WORK.” He ran away.

Dr Nakamoto nudges you “You see? You’ll be fine.” He leaves you there dumbfounded.

You get started on work. You start to get to know Dr Seo and how funny he is.

When you both have nothing to do, you have a dad jokes war.

You’re pretty sure the nurses are tired of hearing them.

One day, a huge accident happened which included several kids. Alot of them lost their lives and you felt most responsible. They had lost too much blood and they arrived at the hospital late.

You sat in that room crying your eyes out. The blood of so many on your scrubs. You scolded yourself on how you could’ve and should’ve done better.

You didn’t even know Johnny was looking for you. Truth to be told, he was starting to have feelings for you. You were dedicated and understanding. You were a complete dork but when you were being professional, he would find that hot.

You heard the door slowly open.

“Y/N?” You heard him say.

He sat in front of you and placed you in his lap. You hugged him tightly and cried in the crook of his neck.

He rubbed soothing circles on your back. His other hand stroking your head softly. He kissed your temple. Telling you everything was going to be okay.

“Hey, shhh. You worked hard and long today. Those kids are in a better place now. They would be telling you that you did well and that they are happier now.” He said softly. This was the first time you broke down in front of him.

You felt better and the both of you started getting closer. He would hug you if he noticed you were feeling down. You would also do the same. The hugs were a source of comfort for both of you. When both of you hugged, everything you worried about was suddenly gone.

You would also notice how he got you muffins after every surgery.

The other doctors also noticed this and would tease you both.

One night, the both of you were allowed to go sleep for a few hours because your shift ended. You slept on the top bunk while he slept on the bottom bunk.

A few hours into your nap, you suddenly heard Johnny scream. You fell off the top bunk and groaned. You sat there for a few seconds before you heard a soft sob.

You looked up at him and you found him crying in his sleep.

You woke him up and he looked at you with red eyes.

“Oh Johnny…” you crawled into bed with him and you let him cry. He hugged you tightly. Softly crying into your chest.

A few hours later, the both of you talked about it.

When he first transfered to the hospital, he was already in the emergency ward. An old friend of his had been hit by a car. He panicked when he saw him and he couldn’t function properly. The friend died and he has dreams of that friend.

“I was new, I couldn’t process that he was lying there unconscious and bloody. I thought everything was a lie and my seniors told me to get a grip. I wasn’t quick enough and he…” he broke down once more.

You automatically held him.

Both of you were there for each other and without realising you’ve fallen for each other.

Mark and Donghyuck would tease the both of you the most.

Johnny would talk about how much he liked you to Jaehyun and Taeyong.

You would tell the same thing to Sicheng.

One night, you overheard Sicheng tell Taeyong that you liked Johnny. You were about to scold Sicheng but you also heard Taeyong tell him that Johnny liked you.

“Johnny really loves her man. He would always tell me stories of her and ask me how he should tell her. This is the first time I’ve seen him like this.”

You texted Johnny. “URGENT! NEED TO TALK TO YOU RN! MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT! OUR ROOM.”

“GORL CALM DOWN IM ALREADY THERE.”

You let out a shaky breath as you turned the knob.

“Why? What happened?” He asked urgently. You looked at him.

“Seo Youngho.” Johnny’s eyes widen. “Oh my god I swear to god I didn’t do it.” You laugh and ran to him with open arms. Your hug was so strong it pushed both of you onto the sofa.

“Oof, sis I get it I’m nice to hug.” He said underneath you. You giggled as you looked down at him. He pushed a strand of your hand behind your ear.

HERES IT COMES

so, your confident ass kissed Mr Seo.

And he was not expecting it.

“Oh shit, Johnny I’m sorry.” You were about to get off but he pulled you back down and kissed you back, more passionately.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for that to happen.” He kissed you again, his soft lips moving against yours.

“Soo, I guess both of you are official now?” Doyoung says as he stood in front of the door.

You jumped off of Johnny.

“BRO?” He says. Doyoung smiles and runs off to tell the rest of the group.

You sat there, slightly blushing. He slings his arm around your shoulder. You lean on his shoulder.

“We should prepare for the teasing.” “Yeah, we could or we could stay here and continue?”

He locks the door and pulls you back into a kiss.

Hello~ I don’t actually know how the medical world works, I only know the basics. I deeply apologize if there are mistakes

Credits to the owner of the photo.

#nct fluff #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nctzen #nct blurbs #nct bulletpoints #johnny fluff #johnny imagines #johnny scenarios #johnny blurbs #johnny bulletpoints

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creacherkeeper · 4 years

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For the askmeme: Scorpia x Catra AND Abby x Lev. (I'm so obvious in my choices!!!! lmao)

oh good choices good choices

scorpia & catra

who steals the french fries off the other’s plate:

bit of a cheat, but they both do. or, to be more specific, there isn’t really “my plate, your plate” when theyre eating together. they never shared in the horde, but once theyre out and theres lots of good food with no rationing, they definitely share. it took catra a while to learn “if im allowed to steal off your plate you can steal off mine too”, but honestly scorpia was just so enthusiastic about trying everything that catra couldnt really say no to sharing. honestly, its still a little bit of a defense mechanism. it “looks better” if they both get a few things and share them, over both of them loading their plates up with a ton of stuff. for this reason they tend to sit next to each other at meals

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple:

after a while, when theyve both talked A Lot and are a lot more comfortable in their relationships, catra does. only because it flusters the hell out of scorpia. scorpia is very *blush blush* OH NO SHE IS ACTUALLY JOKING I AM WITH PERFUMA THE LOVE OF MY LIFE and then perfuma is in the background like Oh i dont mind sharing C:< which flusters scorpia more

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail:

catra, funnily enough. it’s less “jail” and more “scorpia and perfuma were roleplaying at the bar again and things got a little out of hand”. if scorpia DOES get thrown in jail jail its because she accidentally spoiled a book to mermista and mermista got a bit too mad about it. catra doesnt post bail she just has to talk mermista down

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues:

scorpia, definitely. catra has NO IDEA how to have healthy relationships but she honestly is trying her best to learn. perfuma is a big help, especially explaining WHY things are healthy or unhealthy and the mental effect they can have on people, but scorpia is really great about giving practical examples, and shes open enough that she doesnt mind using herself as an example, even when its something she did wrong

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes:

CATRA but honestly scorpia thinks its hilarious every time which is the only reason catra does it (she does it to glimmer for the opposite reason. she gets so mad)

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk:

it depends. scorpia REALLY LIKES the top bunk but frequently has trouble with them. if the bed is too close to the ceiling, she’ll end up knocking her claws against it. if the ladder is too dainty, its hard for her to climb up. in those cases, catra takes the top bunk. but theyre just as likely to pull the mattresses and pillows and blankets off and sleeping on the floor

who starts and who wins the pillow fights:

scorpia. exclusively. catra HATES IT. SHE DOESNT EVEN WANT TO PLAY AND SCORPIA IS SO FUCKING STRONG. A LADY WHO CAN LIFT A TANK SHOULDNT BE HITTING CATRA IN THE HEAD WITH ANYTHING EVEN IF ITS A PILLOW. ONE DAY HER HEAD IS GONNA TUMBLE RIGHT OFF AND THEN WONT SCORPIA FEEL BAD THEN!!!

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush:

oh definitely catra. she flirts with perfuma literally all the time. about half of the time its on scorpia’s behalf and the other half of the time its while making aggressive eye contact with scorpia (she has perfuma’s word it doesnt bother her)

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abby & lev

(skipping a few of these questions because lev is like 4)

who steals the french fries off the other’s plate:

abby steals lev’s food, which he DOES NOT UNDERSTAND at first. thats just like. NOT a thing they did and he’s super offended?? if he ever got food taken away it was as a punishment, so abby has to explain that its meant to be a sign of familiarity and teasing. she does offer to stop, but after thinking about it lev decides its okay

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail:

while occasionally lev will “act out” to test boundaries and new rules, he is for the most part extremely polite and well mannered. abby, on the other hand, will absolutely get into fights with people she deems are jerks, so lev does have to ask very nicely for her to be let out of the holding cells (”because im a child and she’s my guardian you cant leave me alone”) like. every month at least

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues:

abby TRIES to give lev the talk and honestly it scars both of them so much she decides that it would be better if she got one of the medics to do it (she finds one specifically who can talk to the trans side of things as well, because she’s doing her best but it’s not her area of expertise)

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes:

abby does. this is another talk they have to have about some “rude” actions being friendly, but this one lev decides he does not like. he cant understand why you’d WANT to cheat at games - it makes it unfair so how do you even know who’s the winner??? however, if anyone ELSE tries to cheat lev, abby will cheat them back, and lev decides he does in fact like that

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk:

actually, abby calls dibs on the bottom bunk. lev has seen lofted beds before, but he doesnt really have a preference where he sleeps. abby, however, says she prefers the bottom. in actuality, she wants to be in the bottom bunk because if there’s a threat, it would be easier to protect lev that way

who starts and who wins the pillow fights:

lev and yara used to pillow fight when they were young if their mother wasnt home, but he hasnt done it in a long time. he’s hesitant about pillow fighting with abby, just because it was something he did with his sister, but once he decides he’s on board he is brutal. abby mostly goes easy on him because. well. her arms. but lev is like. full on tactical strategy, using his environment to his advantage, launching pillows from vantage points kind of thing about it. even if abby lets herself lose (its ...... not as on purpose as shed like to admit, the kid is fast) she initiates it still because she really loves seeing him have fun

#THANK YOU!!!#i loved these pairings for this #long post #she ra #tlou #tlou2 #nightlocktime

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ace-angel-judas · 5 years

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Mend

Pairing: Vernon/Melody ft Chanyeol

Series: Seventeen 14th Member Au

Rating: Fluff ft angst ending

Synopsis: Vernon and Melody mend their fight.

“I’ve called Eomma, I’ve called Sophia, I’ve called Leo, I have no idea where she could have gone!” Vernon panicked, throwing his hands up in the air, “What if she got kidnapped? Some crazy fan could have stolen her up from the streets and I’ll never see my sister again!”

“Okay, Calm down,” Seungkwan waved his hands, “You are overreacting about this entire thing,”

“MY SISTER IS MISSING DO NOT SAY I AM OVERREACTING!”

“Hansol, this is overreacting just a tiny bit,”

“Hanae, not right now-”

Vernon stopped, turning to the dorm door where his sister stood. She had a small bag in her hand, filled with her clothes from the previous day, the clothes she was wearing now where much too big for her small frame. Melody looked completely fine, not a scratch on her body.

Tears filled his eyes and he rushed to her, pulling the younger twin into a hug. Melody complied, rubbing her brother’s back gently and letting the bag fall to the ground.

“I’m sorry,” Vernon whispered through tears.

“I should have had Wonho Oppa call you,” Melody sniffled.

God damn, he should have checked with Wonho, “It’s okay, you’re home,”

The two twins pulled away and Melody was greeted with twelve other hugs, including a tearful Dino and relieved looking S.Coups. She didn’t mean to worry people, Melody just needed to be away from the fight.

S.Coups pointed between the two, “You two both need to go and talk things out, without us,”

Melody and Vernon both shared a look before nodding and walking to their shared bedroom. Everything was how they had left it, the bunk bed, the twin desk, and decorations in all the right places. Vernon picked up her phone from the desk, handing it to his sister.

She smiled and grabbed the device, “Thank you,”

“I didn’t go through it anymore,” Vernon explained, “I was too worried about you,”

“I’m sorry, Hansol..,”

A yawn escaped their mouths simultaneously and the twins giggled.

“I didn’t sleep much last night,” They both spoke and giggled after.

Vernon was the one to pull them both down onto the bottom bunk, they laid on their sides, face to face.

“I was really worried, you should probably call Mom and Appa,” Vernon sighed, “And Sophia,”

“I didn’t mean to make them all worry,” Melody rested her forehead against his, “I just, yesterday was..,”

“Horrible?”

“Terrible,” Melody nodded, “We’ve never fought before,”

The older boy closed his eyes, “It’s better with you here, I feel better somehow,”

Melody smiled and unlocked her phone, “Me too..,”

He peaked an eye open and looked at what his sister was doing, “You don’t have to stop talking to him, I mean, you’re basically an adult even though you’re a little bit younger,”

“No, it’s okay,” Melody’s finger hovered over the block button before clicking it, “Wonho Oppa pointed out something to me and TOP sunbae,”

“TOP sunbae?!” Veron gasped, “BigBang TOP?”

The girl giggld, “It’s a little bit of a long story but I’ll tell you,”

Chanyeol frowned as he checked his phone for what felt like the hundredth time in the last two seconds, it was almst a full day without any replies from Melody. He heard about her being missing, it gave him a sick feeling in his stomach.

What if she was hurt? Did she get lost somehwere and her phone was out of battery? Melody had said she was going to the library yesterday with a friend but other then that, there had been no replies. Chanyeol typed a messege.

Puppy: Hey, are you okay? I’m really worried about you, We haven’t gone this long without talking before. Text me when you’re okay, I’m always here for you <3

You can no longer contact this user.

Sitting up, Chanyeol stared at the messege, rereading it over and over again. Biting his bottom lip, tears stung his eyes.

Puppy: Melody?

You can no longer contact this user.

The sinking feeling his stomach rose again and Chanyeol threw his phone down. He sniffled as tears rolled down his cheeks, covering his face.

“What did I do wrong?”

#seventeen 14th member au #seventeen 14th member

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askjaaryl · 5 years

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Episode 18: “Detour”

S2E10 - The trip to Alexandria takes a detour as the Hilltop caravan is forced to stop overnight due to the weather. Daryl and Paul resolve their issues. Enid tells Carl and someone overhears. Paul makes a decision for the safety of his new family and the communities.

Trigger warning for direct mentions of past sexual assault.

Paul put his head back against the headrest, listening to Daryl and Aaron fight outside. It had started to rain when they were halfway to Alexandria, so hard that their caravan had to pull off the road.

“GET IN THE TRUCK!” Aaron yelled over the rain.

Paul winced as he heard Daryl make a loud, angry groan, before feeling the truck shifting a little bit. He glanced through the back window and saw Daryl and Aaron putting his bike in the back of the truck. He watched them for a few moments before turning back and looking forward.

He didn’t like their new truck and missed the old tan one they had, but they couldn’t get it back until the Free Men weren’t in the area.

A few seconds later, Daryl got in through the driver’s side, sliding over to make room for Aaron.

“That came out of nowhere,” Aaron sighed, taking off his jacket, which was now soaked from the rain. He took out the walkie, “Hey, Glenn, do you think we should wait?”

“We ain’t waitin’,” Daryl snapped.

Aaron ignored him with a sigh, waiting for Glenn’s response.

“There’s no way we can go anywhere while we can’t see,” Glenn said over the walkie, “If it doesn’t slack off within the next hour, I’m calling it for the night. We’re by marker five, if we can make it to six there’s the old hunting cabin that Hilltop owns that we can stay in for the night.”

“I’m not staying in that stupid cabin overnight,” Paul added quietly.

“Okay, just radio back when you decide,” Aaron said before turning the walkie off, “Looks like we’re stuck here for a while.”

“They don’t know if my damn brother’s gonna walk again and we’re stuck here because of the fuckin’ rain?” Daryl snapped, “Just fuckin’ drive, man.”

“I’m not going to drive aimlessly when I can’t see the road,” Aaron told him, “Rick is fine, they said so. He’s breathing, keep that in mind.”

“And talking, don’t forget talking,” Paul snorted, putting his head out the window, “Probably blabbing to everyone he can find to tell them that his brother is dating a poor, scared, rape victim.”

“Paul,” Aaron snapped, “Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

“Oh, don’t like when I call it what it is?” Paul asked, leveling him with a glare, “I was raped. R-A-P-E. Does that word bother you? Everyone acts all accepting of it until I actually say the word.”

“You’re mad at me, leave ‘im outta this,” Daryl mumbled.

Paul just huffed, putting his head back and not saying anything else.

“Marker two flooded over from the rain,” Glenn’s voice said over the crackling walkie, “We’re going to stay in the cabin overnight and the road crew from Alexandria will come and help us cross in the morning.”

“FUCK!” Daryl yelled, slamming his foot against the dashboard.

“Seriously?” Paul growled, Aaron wasn’t sure if it was at the news that they’d be staying in the cabin or that Daryl probably just busted their radio.

“Okay, lead the way, we’ll follow your taillights,” Aaron said, putting the walkie down, “You two need to stop. We’re going to be in a cabin overnight with our friends, it’ll make them uncomfortable.”

“Oh, sorry for embarrassing you,” Paul scoffed, “From now on I’ll just stick to your bedroom and be your little boytoy like everyone thinks I am.”

“Quit it!” Daryl snapped at him as they started to move, “Ya ain’t that! That ain’t what ya are and you know it!”

“Does everyone else?” Paul challenged, “After what you told Rick, it’s going to get around and make that worse. It’s just like the world before...either rape victims are too broken to have sex or they’re having sex and doing it to forget,” he snorted, “But trust me, I’m always just going to be seen as someone’s sextoy-”

“Stop,” Daryl choked out finally, sounding more upset than angry now.

Aaron’s knuckle was white on the steering wheel and Paul could tell he’d hit a nerve with both of them.

“I love ya, ya little asshole,” Daryl said, turning to him, “I know what I did was wrong, but I did it ‘cause I-I can’t lose ya, not again, not when we finally have ya with us. Sittin’ by your bed, thinkin’ ya was never gonna wake up, that we was never gonna get ta tell ya how we felt...it broke me, Paul. Both of us.”

Paul stared at him with teary eyes, “You hurt me,” he said quietly, “So bad...when you told Rick. If it was necessary, I would have told them eventually-”

“S’necessary now,” Daryl told him, “M’sorry and I actually mean that...I know I was wrong, that I should’a talked to ya about it.”

Paul nodded slowly.

“I’m gonna do everything I can to earn back the trust I lost with ya,” Daryl explained, putting his hand on his cheek, “I love ya so damn much.”

Paul stared at him for a moment before nodding slowly, unbuckling his seatbelt and wrapping his arms around Daryl’s neck, hugging him tightly, “I love you too,” he whispered against his shoulder.

Daryl just rubbed his back, not saying anything as they drove. He glanced over at Aaron, nodding as he did and holding Paul closer.

They stayed that like until they made it up to the rest of the cars. They could barely see the red lights on the back of the truck in front of them before they shut off.

Glenn jogged over, using his jacket as cover as he did.

Aaron opened the door, “We here?”

“Yeah!” Glenn called over the rain, “Get whatever you need for the night and lock up your truck, the cabin isn’t far.”

Aaron nodded and Paul quickly grabbed their overnight bags from the back.

The three of them got out of the truck and Paul winced when his feet sunk into the mud a little. He followed after the group quickly, not wanting to get too wet. Paul glanced back a few times, making sure that Lydia was keeping up as she walked with Daryl, smiling at her when she smiled at him.

The cabin was small, but it would be okay for their group (consisting of himself, Aaron, Daryl, Glenn, Carl, and Enid). It had two small bedrooms (one with a bed and the other with two sets of bunk beds, most likely it had been a family’s vacation cabin in the old world) with a small living room/kitchen area in between them.

And leaks in the roof, apparently.

Paul put a spare pan under the third leak he’d found and sighed, “Okay, we should get to sleep if we want to get a headstart first thing in the morning.”

“I’ll take a bottom bunk,” Enid said immediately, going into the other room.

“I call top bunk,” Carl added, hurrying after her with a laugh.

“I’ll sleep on the other bunk,” Glenn nodded to Paul, trying to act like he wasn’t pulling the protective dad card.

“Oh cool, I call top bunk with Carl-” Lydia started.

“Nope,” Daryl grabbed her by the back of the shirt, “Ya take the bed in the other room, we’ll take the pullout in the livin’ room, ya’ll ain’t sleepin’ together.”

Lydia stared at him for a moment, not breaking his gaze, before huffing, “Whatever,” she mumbled, stomping into the room.

Paul rolled his eyes and stared at the door where Enid, Carl, and Glenn were staying for a moment, a worried look on his face, before starting to get their bed ready.

“Miss Dog,” Daryl grumbled irritably, lying down once the bed was out.

“We’ll be home tomorrow,” Aaron told him with a sigh, sitting down on the edge of the bed and starting on the straps of his prosthetic.

Paul grabbed one of the old quilts from the closet and put it at the end of the bed, grabbing a few pillows for them as well. He was just about to go make sure Lydia had everything, then check on the other room. He swallowed when Daryl grabbed his hand, pulling him back.

“Relax,” Daryl told him, “Ya ain’t gotta take care ‘a everyone. Let’s just sleep, yeah?”

Paul stared at him for a moment before nodding, sitting down as well.

Daryl pulled his jacket off of him before starting on the buttons of his shirt.

“You don’t have to…” Paul trailed off.

“Let me,” Daryl said quietly, pushing the shirt back off his shoulders.

“You don’t have anything to make up for,” Paul told him, “I understand why you did what you did.”

“Doesn’t make it right,” Daryl mumbled, “Doesn’t make Rick tellin’ Maggie right either...an’ I ain’t making nothin’ up, m’just helpin’ ya get ready for bed.”

Aaron started to kiss his neck, suddenly there and close to him, his shirt gone as well.

“It feels good,” Paul said quietly, leaning his head back to give Aaron more room, “Being all together again,” he breathed out, hand going to grip the curly hair at the nape of Aaron’s neck.

Enid jumped down from the top bunk loudly, looking over at her dad to make sure she hadn’t woken him up. She walked over and waved her hand in front of his closed eyes a few times.

“What are you doing?” Carl whispered, sitting up, half asleep.

“We need to talk...outside,” Enid told him, “I just didn’t want him to hear and make me stay inside.”

Carl stared at her for moment before nodding and getting up. He grabbed his boots from where he’d tossed them, not bothering to lace them up as he did, following his friend out to the front door.

Lydia rubbed her eyes, unable to sleep. The rain made everything so loud, especially outside, and she just couldn’t sleep.

She tensed and grabbed her knife from her pair of boots when she heard the door open and close. She quickly got up, not bothering with her shoes, and tiptoed out.

Lydia walked passed the pullout couch, where Daryl, Jesus, and Aaron were snoring softly, close together. Paul was in the middle with Daryl’s arms wrapped around his waist tightly. Paul’s forehead was against Aaron’s shoulder, almost hiding his face in his arm. Their breathing was all even and she knew they were actually asleep, but Daryl was a light sleeper and was closest to the door.

The door had been propped open by whoever went out so it didn’t get stuck behind them and she walked closer to the crack in the door, listening to the voices outside.

“Do you remember about a month ago at the faire?” Enid asked quietly, her arms wrapped around her stomach, “Wh-When you and Lydia were broken up and Alden and I…?” she trailed off.

“Yeah,” Carl said quietly, “I thought you didn’t want to bring it up again. What’s wrong?”

Enid bit her lip, “I was...late, recently. It happens sometimes, I just figured it was nothing but then I started getting sick.”

“Are you okay?” Carl asked immediately.

“I….technically, yeah,” Enid swallowed, “I’m pregnant...and I know it’s not Alden’s, it’s yours.”

Carl stared at her, shock written all over his face.

“I know it’s a bad time, with your dad a-and you’re back with Lydia now and I’m with Alden,” Enid took a shaky breath, “But I think I want to keep it. They’ll be raised with such a loving family at Hilltop.”

Carl took a deep breath, “Yeah...yeah, you’re right,” he bit his lip, “Does anyone else know?”

“Just Jesus,” Enid said quietly, “I talked to him, after I found out,” she swallowed, “That’s another reason I wanted to go to Alexandria with you guys...not that I don’t trust Alex, but Siddiq is a doctor and I want him to check things out.”

Carl nodded, holding his head a little higher, “Just let me know anything you need.”

“I need to tell Alden,” Enid said, scrubbing her hand over her face, “And...my family. You need to tell Lydia and yours.”

Carl sighed and swallowed, “I’ll talk to her when we get back to Hilltop. We need to focus on what we need to do in Alexandria first.”

“You’re right,” Enid nodded, “I want to tell my parents when we get home too.”

“Lyd?” Daryl asked tiredly, squinting up at her, “What ‘cha doin’ there?”

“Nothing,” Lydia whispered, “Go back to sleep.”

Daryl moved his arms from around Paul slowly and got up, walking over, “Hey...you’re cryin’, what’s goin’ on?” he asked, looking out the door as well. He saw Enid and Carl hugging tightly and sighed, “Ain’t like that...they’re still friends. He’s with ya, she’s with Alden, ‘member?”

Lydia whipped around and hugged him tightly, burying her head in his shirt.

Daryl blinked in shock for a moment before putting his arms around her, rocking her slightly, “Hey, c’mon now…” he trailed off, rubbing her back, “What’s buggin’ ya?”

“I…” Lydia trailed off, looking up at him, “Sorry,” she whispered.

“S’okay,” Daryl told her, “Ya can talk ta me..”

Lydia stared at him for moment before swallowing, “I don’t like staying in Barrington,” she mumbled, “I guess...being here, staying overnight with you guys jut in the other room, made me realize that,” she sniffled, wiping her eyes, “I-I know the house isn’t done yet-”

“Gonna be done by summer,” Daryl told her, “If ya want, ya can maybe stay on the couch in the trailer, maybe set ya up a cot in Paul’s office or Gracie’s room.”

Lydia looked down, shuffling her feet, “Yeah...maybe,” she said quietly, “Sorry I woke you,” she told him, “I’m gonna go back to bed now,” she whispered, pulling away.

Daryl nodded, watching her go, “G’night,” he told her. He waited until her door closed before he stalked outside, closing the door behind him before yelling, “GET YOUR ASSES INSIDE!” he yelled, causing them both to jump apart, breathing heavily.

“Very funny,” Carl grumbled when Daryl snickered at their shocked faces.

“Sorry,” Enid mumbled, walking inside quickly and brushing by Daryl as she did.

Daryl put his arm out before Carl could walk in after her, raising an eyebrow.

“It was nothing, Uncle Daryl,” Carl said quickly.

Daryl just stared at him.

“Look, just let me tell my dad first, then you, okay?” Carl sighed, “Nothing life threatening, nothing that’ll cause bodily harm.”

Daryl stared for another moment before nodding, letting him in. He stared out at the forest for a minute before going inside, closing and locking the door behind them. He walked back over to the couch and slowly moved behind Paul again, trying not to wake him or Aaron up as he secured his arms around his boyfriend’s waist once again, his hand clinging to Aaron’s.

“You’re a good uncle,” Aaron said simply, not even opening his eyes.

Daryl just scoffed, burying his face in the back of Paul’s neck.

They arrived at Alexandria first thing the next morning, the sun shining down on the community...but it wasn’t exactly all sunshine in the Alexandria community today.

There were makeshift walls up, rather than their usual steel ones. Cars and busses were parked where the wall had been damaged and there were more guards on the gate than usual. A construction crew was working on the inside of the wall, but it seemed to be slow progress.

When they got inside the gates, Paul felt even worse, looking at the church that was in shambles on top of a few houses being damaged. As he walked down the street he stopped in shock when he saw Aaron’s old house had been damaged as well, a few windows broken and red spray paint littered across the front.

WE ARE FREE, THERE ARE NO LAWS NOW

Paul took a shaky breath, looking over to where Aaron and Daryl were talking with Michonne. He quickly walked over, not even saying hello as he made his announcement.

“I’m staying for the cleanup, but after that, I need to go to the Kingdom.”

#cs;

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anuknowha · 5 years

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Till Death Do We Part// Chapter 8, Selena’s Window

Yolanda sat there in her cell, marking yet another day on the wall. It's been over 24 years, over 8,760 days from when she was first convicted for her heinous crime. It felt like time would constantly move slow, the clock in her room would tick slowly, second by second passing. The ticks would be loud at some points, and at others, they would die down. Those sounds of the clock would ring through her ears and almost drive her mad. It was too constant, it was as if it were something she couldn’t get away from. Time itself was a constant reminder for her, it made her remember her mistakes. It made her remember when she killed Selena.

Currently, at her place on the floor, she was staring at the bunk bed in front of her that was always dormant. They refused to partner her up with anyone, she didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve the company, she was meant to be alone. It pissed her off, she hated it but she knew this was the placed she earned in this world.

A curse left her breath as she was called out of her cell for lunch. She had forgotten what time it was. She looked outside her cell and there was a guard, standing ready with a key to unlock her from her prison so that she could be taken to me the mess hall.

“Come on Saldivar, its lunch time.” the guard beckoned as she grabbed her wrist roughly and led her to the cafeteria.

This was the only time that she was able to see other people, but she wasn’t allowed to communicate with them. She would watch them from a distance, as they would look in her direction and spit in it. And speaking of spit, she has been spit on multiple times by other inmates who even knew she had went to far. It didn’t matter what they did, or how long they were in for, they all hated her, despised her, all except a couple. The few who were supported were marked as “crazy”, they would sit as close to her as they possibly could; winking and smiling at her every time they passed her cell, or even just to get food.

They thought it was brave to the star out, they were always jealous of her fame and fortune.

“What does she have that I don’t have? A pretty face? I had one hell of a face before I was stuck in here, I could’ve been a star.” “She didn’t deserve to be so successful. I’ve seen girls prettier than her and she still got to the top of the charts.” “She ain’t make it look that hard, I bet anyone of us could’ve done this. We could’ve done this.” “Hell yeah we could’ve. Waste of time to think that she was going to actually see the end of her career. Thank goodness we had Yolanda here to stop her.” These were some of the things that had been said about her. They wanted to show their support. In their eyes, she was the most successful person there, she actually achieved something that most couldn’t or even feared to do. And with that they cheered her on, and worshiped her like a god.

It wasn’t always the same set of women, after all she’s been here for 24 years and not everyone was still there. Her first group was out on parole after her 9th year there. Second group was gone about a year or two ago. This third group seemed like they were here to stay, well at least one of them was. She was one of the girls from the last group, and older woman, placed back here because she decided to murder her boyfriend. The first time, she was in here for bank robbery. This woman just didn’t know when to quit, but Yolanda wasn’t surprised. She actually grew quite fond of her. And when her security walked away she would move to their table, admiring her admirers and listening to them talk about her success. She would laugh with them, and enjoy listening to their stories of how they ended up here and what they plan to do when they get out, no matter how violent their decisions were. But when her guard came back she rushed back to her lonesome table, wondering how long it would take before she could talk to her “friends” once again. It was the only thing she enjoyed, and it was the only thing to make her feel powerful.

After she finished her sandwich for today, her guard took her back to the cell that she hated. It was her home, and although it was now only 2 o clock, she was tired. She climbed into the bottom bunk and curled up, grabbing the pillow tightly and sighing into it. To be honest, she regretted everything, being part of the fan club and even meeting Selena in the first place. She wish she never knew about her, and maybe, just maybe she still would’ve been out living her life today.

She continued to think about the thing that landed her in this prison of life, one that she would more than likely spend the rest of her life in. She didn’t expect to be out for parole, even when the time comes, she was expecting everyone to never forgive her. If she got out, everyone would despise her, she won’t be able to get a job, and she’ll be struggling to maintain herself. After all, she was going to be over 60; almost old enough to get her social security and yet she wouldn’t have worked in over 30 years. She was going to be broke, she was never going to regain her life. And with that, she tried to clear her mind.

At dinner, she felt strange, she felt as if something was different, as if someone was watching her. She was slightly paranoid the whole time, watching everyone in the dining hall as they walked past her to their tables. It seemed like no one was paying her mind, and not even her biggest fans were looking in her direction today.

“I think her being in here as made her a little crazy.” one teased as she lifted her index finger to her head and rotated it in a circular motion.

“She’s been in here so long, what do you expect?” another one said.

“Maybe she’s just tired. Sometimes, when I don’t get enough sleep, I start acting a little crazy. You know, a little insane. Sleep is important for us.”

“Yeah, yeah, we know.”

“Should one of us go to check on her?”

“Nah, she’ll be fine by tomorrow.” the oldest woman at the table said as she turned in her direction and made a heart with her hands.

Yolanda just sent here a smile and a nod as she sat down the rest of her food, unable to finish due to the mental discomfort and the feeling of unease that tugged at her stomach. Needless to say, she was ready to head back to her cell.

Later that night, after the guards went home, she was slowly entering a relaxed state. She got comfortable as she laid down and turned towards the wall. She closed her eyes and drifted off into a sleep slumber.

At a quarter to midnight, she woke up, feeling like someone was staring directly at her. She looked outside the cell, and there was no one, the lights outside her small room were all off. The small light in her room was still shining pretty bright.

“H-hello?” she muttered out, only to receive no answer.

“Hello?” she mumbled out once more.

“I see you’ve aged quite a bit, must be the stress. You know, back when I was a singer, there was a lot of stress coming from being famous. But, I guess, being infamous can still put the same amount of weight on you. I wouldn’t know.” a voice came from inside the room.

“Who’s there?!” Yolanda jumped, sitting up in her bed, she looked around only to see nothing.

“You don’t remember me? That kind of makes me sad.”

“Who are you!? Show yourself!”

Selena looked down at her from the top bunk. She gave her a smile of both anger and disgust. “Hola bitch.” she stated.

Yolanda let out a scream, one that no one could hear. She continued to scream, before hopping off the bed and running as quick as she could to the other side of the room. He back pressed against the wall.

“You can’t be here!! You’re dead! I killed you!!”

“That you did, perra. But guess what? Since I was an innocent soul, I ended up exactly where you thought I would. In heaven, somewhere you’d never make it to. You know?” she giggled.

“This can’t be real!”

“You’re right it can’t be. It shouldn’t be, but it is, and here I am, in the flesh. My whole body, live and well with not a single bullet wound.”

“B-but how??” Yolanda swallowed hard.

Selena rolled her eyes.

“I just told you how, I’m in heaven.”

“No, I mean how did you get here?! Back to earth!?”

“That, is something I don’t know, but what I do know, is that I am back and I am well.” Selena said hopping down from the top bunk and basically floating to the floor.

Yolanda was still shivering in fear, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing and it was hard to even comprehend.

“You seemed surprised to see me.”

“Yeah!! Because you’re dead! I killed you!”

“You did. And how many years ago was it again? About 24? It's been a long time, and I bet you don’t even care.” Selena hummed as she took steps closer.

“I-I-”

Selena gets face to face with her murderer and looks her in the eyes.

“You’re not so strong without a weapon, without a gun to protect you huh? I mean look at you, you’re cowering in fear, afraid of what I might do to you. And honestly you should be.”

Yolanda grabbed the closest thing to her and threw it at Selena. It went through her, just like it would a ghost. She swallowed hard, her saliva almost getting caught into her throat.

“Trying to hurt me again? I don’t think you’ll find that as successful as you think. Too bad too, this would be a great time to prove how powerful you are.” Selena paused.

“I despise you for what you did. You killed me in cold blood in jealousy, for what? What did I ever do to you? I gave you a job, a home, and somewhere to be yourself, and how do you repay me? You murder me, right when I was hitting my peak of success, my peak of happiness. And not once did you dare to apologize. Not once did you regret anything that you did. Not once did you bring yourself to ever think about the consequences that you would bring about by taking me out. I lost my friends and family because of you, and they lost me. And it's all your fault.”

“L-look Selena, I didn’t mean to- I was just trying to-”

“Quiet!! I don’t want to hear it. You killed me! You took my life away from me!! I was happy and you just snatched it from me because you were being selfish!!” Selena said, tears forming in her eyes.

She tried not to cry but she couldn’t help it. Ghostly tears fell down her cheeks as she balled her fists in anger.

“I wanted to have kids! I wanted to start a family! I wanted to continue making my mom and dad proud, you don’t understand. I don’t expect you to understand. I really don’t” Selena shook her head and relaxed her hands.

“I’m sorry Selena!! I’m so so so sorry!! Please! Forgive me!! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to end your life like that! I was just being jealous, I just was angry that I might be forgotten or left behind by you by the time that everyone knew me.”

“I wasn’t going to forget you. I’m better than that; I’m better than you, and I always have been.”

“Selena!! I’m sorry!! Please!! Please forgive me!! I didn’t mean it!! I really didn’t mean it!!”

“Yolanda, I can’t. You did it, and you have to own up to it and you know this. I was trying to be there for you, just like I was everyone else. I wanted to make sure you were happy, that you were satisfied with your job. I wanted to see you succeed in life, just like I did, and you didn’t have to be famous to do that. You just needed to be happy, you needed to be content with what I was giving you and I was giving you everything. You had a lot of my attention, my time, and my love. You were in charge of my fans. You were to help me while I helped you. You were to be my best friend when I’m on the road but you didn’t appreciate it. It was never enough for you and I should’ve saw it in your eyes, I should’ve seen the anger and rage that ran through you for who knows how long? But you know, I tried to look past it, I was better than that. You know this, everyone knew this and that’s why they’re all pissed at you. They knew I didn’t deserve this. But what should I expect? Trust no one I guess.”

“Se-” Was the only last syllable she could mutter out before Selena cut her off.

“Vete a la mierda.” Selena said as she turned her back to Yolanda and walked away, disappearing into thin air.

Yolanda clenched her teeth, trying not to cry. She felt regret stab her in her stomach and she felt angry at her past. She fell to her knees, scraping them on the dirty cell floor. She screamed loud, her hands gripping tightly at her hair and yanking roughly, pulling strands out. She continued to screech, which echoed through the area that she was sitting in. She could feel herself slipping, wishing that she could take it all back.

The lights flickered. Before it stayed on for the rest of the night, this time, it was just a lot dimmer.

Chris was sitting in his room, his guitar in his hand as he strummed a few strings. He hummed a melody to himself, it was one that belonged to one of his ex wife’s songs. He let a long sigh escape his lips.

It was getting late, and he had been up all day trying to think of something to write, but nothing came to mind. And the longer he sat there with his instrument in his hand, the longer time slipped away from him and before he knew it, it was 1am.

“I wish Selena was here. It's been so long…”

He felt his heart ache. He felt empty inside once more, and that’s probably why he divorced his last wife. No one could replace Selena, no matter how hard he tried. He hung his head in dread.

“Bebe?” Selena’s voice came in a whisper from the other side of the room.

“Selena?” he lifted his head up to be faced with Selena standing in front of him, an enormous smile on her face.

“Selena!” he jumped up from the bed and embraced her in the best way possible in a warm loving hug.

“I missed you so much Chris.” she said, her smile fading only some.

“I missed you more Selena.” he said as he pulled away from her some, only to pull her into a deep, passionate and loving kiss.

Their hearts were beating a thousand miles a minute as they held each other in an embrace. They felt so warm and comforted.

“Wait, how could you be here!? I thought you were dead!?”

“I am dead, sadly… but… I found a way to travel here, and I knew I needed to pay you a visit.”

“Mi amor, its so late... “

Selena laughed and pushed him gently. She took a look at the clock.. “Its only 1 in the morning.”

“Pretty late to be visiting someone don’t you think?” he laughed.

“Fine!” she said pushing him harder so he falls back onto his bed in a fit of laughter.

Selena crawls on top of him and pulls him into another kiss, more passionate than the one before. Their kiss lasted for minutes before she pulled away.

“I’m sorry Selena.” he tried to fight back tears.

“About what love?” she said, questioning his worrying expression.

“I found someone else… but we got divorced! But we do have two kids… I’m so sorry.”

Selena got silent and felt something that she would assume, if she wasn’t dead, would be heartbreak. She shook her head trying to shake the feeling and gave a soft sigh.

“I didn’t expect you to stay single forever, and it wasn’t your fault I died. I just hope you were happy as long as you were with her.”

“I was, but I was never as happy with her as I was with you.” Chris mumbled.

Selena kissed him once more, wiping his tears away.

“Chris, I just want you to be happy, I don’t care how it happens. I don’t want you to just be caught up on me. I’m gone, and I can’t come back in any other way but this one. And it's not permanent. I don’t even know how long I can be like this until i have to return back to heaven but I wanted you to know how much I love you, and missed you.”

“Please don’t leave again.” he almost whimpered as he gripped her wrist.

“I have to, I’ve been on earth for a few hours now and I don’t want to miss out on talking to my family. Don’t worry, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Selena… I love you.” he said, tears continuing to stream down his slightly swollen cheeks.

“I love you too Chris. Say “hi” to the kids fo me.”” she said as she started to fade, her voice zoning out along with her.

Chris sat there, in his room in disbelief, but he soon began to smile. He wiped his tears away and laughed some as he realized that this was the happiest he had ever been in a while.

Soon enough, Selena was in her brother’s house, who was fast asleep. She planted a kiss on his forehead and rubbed his shoulder before leaving out. She then went to go visit her sister who was preparing for bed, and gave her a pat on the shoulder and a hug from behind. Her sister turned around and saw nothing and continued to prepare herself for sleep. Selena knew she would return a better time, when everyone was active and awake so that was she could spend quality time with them.

Lastly, she went to go visit her parents who were sitting in the living room watching tv. She appeared right in front of it.

“Hola mama, papa.” Selena said grinning.

Both her parents sat up and looked at her, wiping their eyes to make sure they weren’t dreaming.

“Selena!?” they shouted in unison as they both got up and ran over to hug her.

“You can’t be real!!” her mom screamed in disbelief.

“I am mama, I’m in heaven, but I managed to come here so that I can see everyone.”

“You mean you already visited Chris and your siblings?” her father wondered.

“Yes, Chris was awake writing music but my brother and sister were sleeping.”

“We just can’t believe you’re here mija! We’re so happy to see you!”

“Me too mom, I’m so glad to be able to see you again. Both of you, here alive and well. It's been so long since I’ve been able to have the embrace of my loved once and I wish it could stay that way.”

“I wish it could too.” her mother was tearing up,

“No, please don’t cry mom…. I know this isn’t forever but I’ll be back I promise and I know you’ll both join me in heaven. I’ll just keep coming back until you do, as much as I can,as often as I can. I promise.” Selena said as she started fading away.

“What’s happening?!” her father screamed in a slight panic.

“It's time for me to go I guess. I’m sorry that I wasn’t here that long. I’ll be back. I love you both, I always will… make sure you tell Marcella and Abraham that I visited them last night, and that I’ll return soon.”

“Bye Selena! We love you!” they said together as her father hugged her mother trying his best to comfort her.

Selena waved and blew them a kiss as she became nothing. Completely gone from earth’s surface.

“Selena! Selena wake up!!” the brunette shook her new friend’s lifeless body in worry.

“Selena!” She shook her harder, as she watched Selena finally started breathing again.

She gasped and opened her eyes. She sat up, almost as if she was startled and looked her friend in the face, giving her a big tight hug. She took a second to gain her breath, her chest heaving and her heart racing.

“I’m fine Lisa. Its okay, I’m perfectly fine.”

“Thank goodness…” Lisa sighed as she clinged to her friend’s clothing.

“How long was I gone…?”

“About 5 hours. I thought I had lost you. I wasn’t expecting you to be out of it for so long. What even happened…?”

“I-I’m not sure…” she said pulling away and scratching the back of her head. “I was able to visit my killer, and I was able to get in contact with friends and family. I was so happy to see Chris… and mama and papa.”

“How…?!” Lisa’s eyes widened in wonder and speculation.

“It must have something to do with concentration and thought…”

“I didn’t know we were capable of traveling to earth.”

“Me neither, not until today anyway. But, I don’t think I can do it again. It took a lot of energy and it was super stressful.”

Lisa grew worried and hugged Selena once more, the warm embrace comforting her as they sat there together.

“I want to know more, but I rather not have you talk about it. I don’t want you hurting or worrying.”

A knock at the door suddenly came and they looked at each other in wonder.

“Who is it?” Selena shouted.

“Um… its Mac Miller.” the voice behind the door said.

“Who?” Lisa asked.

“Mac Miller, the rapper.”

“We don’t know any Mac Miller.” Selena responded.

“That’s fine… but I just wanted some help… please? I was just wondering where we were and how’d I get here? Lemme in maybe?”

“Fine come in.” Selena sighed as Mac opened the door and walked in.

“Me too” a second voice came from what seemed like out of nowhere.

A dark skinned man with dreads and an accent walked in. He took a look around, slightly confused about his surroundings.

“I don’t know where I’m at either... “ he drifted off. “Oh, and I’m Bob Marley!”

Lisa and Selena sighed to themselves as their new focus was now on the two men in front of them.

Taglist: @lennonwhipped @rogers-flowered-blazer @caviarandqueen @caminc91 @sweet-mother-love @peacelennon

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tommyshe · 5 years

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Perfect Love Part 2

“w-woah you um look amazing” he says starring into your eyes.

“ohh haha thanks” you blush and smile at the ground.

~ Peters Per~

- Cassidy looked Amazing! Her eyes light up as she opened the door and her hair flowed over her shoulder.-

~Cassidy’s Per~

“You ready to go?” Peter says putting out his hand.

“Yes” you say while you carefully grabbed his hand, which gave you goosebumps. You both started walking to his house which wasn’t too far.

“So why did you move to Queens?” Peters ask.

“Oh well my moms job made her move out here and she would get a promotion so she decided we should” You say sadly. You realize that peter stopped in front of an apartment you assumed was his. He unlocks the door and you both walk in.

“Nice...did your dad have to get a new job?” He asks while putting down his keys.

“Actually my dad died when I was 7” you say quietly as your eyes slowly start to water.

“Oh Cassidy I’m so sorry” he says pulling me into a tight hug. The hug made you feel so much better. Peter tells you to follow him into his room which had a bunkbed and science posters on the wall.

- it’s pretty clean for a teenage boys room-you thought while looking around

“So maybe we could watch a movie or something” Peter suggests while sitting down on the bottom bunk.

“Sure that sounds good” you say sitting down next to him.

“We have Star Wars or Star Trek” he says while his eyes light up.

You giggled.

“Wow two star movies haha Im gonna go with Star Wars”

He chuckled and put in the movie. You both sit against the wall and watch the movie. During the movie you heard Peter whispering something. You start to listen and you hear him saying the lines from Star Wars. You look away and start to quietly laugh.

“What’s so funny” peter says turning away from the movie.

“Ohhhh nothing” you say under your breath trying not smile.

“NO tell me what you were laughing at!!” He says standing up.

“No, No it’s nothing” you say smiling widely.

“Tell me or I’ll tickle you” he says coming towards you.

“NO!!” You yell laughing.

He grabs and starts to tickle you but you slip out of his grip and run through the house laughing hysterically. He chases you around the room for a minute but finally grabs you by the arm and pulls you back. You started to slip causing you to pull him down with you. You fall on top of Peter and you both break out laughing. You both stop and look into each other’s eyes and slowly start to lean in. Suddenly the front door opens and you both jump off each other and look up. You see a brunette woman looking down at you both smiling.

“Oops sorry I didn’t mean to barge In I’ll leave you too alone” she laughs and walks into a bedroom.

“Um sorry that was my a-aunt May” he says embarrassed by what just happened.

“Oh it’s ok but I should probably head home and finish my homework” you suggest, while getting off the ground and dusting your self off.

“Yeah no, do you want me to walk you back” he says willingly.

“It’s ok I’ll walk by myself thank you though” you say as you’re putting on your shoes.

“Okay see you tomorrow Cassidy” he sigha while walking you to the door with.

“Goodbye” you yell while walking out the door and down his steps. You smiled the whole way home. You were so happy about your day with peter but sad about what happened with his aunt. You finally get home and say goodnight to your mom and go to bed.

~Peters Per~

-Ugh I thought Aunt May wasn’t supposed to be home till tomorrow! And she ruined my moment with Cassidy! I really like her and I want to ask her out!-

~ Cassidy’s Per~

You wake up and get dressed for the day. You put on high waisted jeans and a crop top and head to the kitchen. You have small talk with your mom and headed out the door. When you get to school you see Peter walking to his locker.

“Hey Cassidy” he says while glancing at you and back at his locker.

“Hey Pete” you say laughing.

You guys talked till the bell rang and you head to class. Like usual, You and Peter past notes through all your classes

*** Lunch Period***

You sit down at the cafeteria tables with Peter and Ned. You guys talked for a while until Peter got called to the office. So it was just you and Ned.

“so Cassidy do you like anyone” he says eagerly.

“Oh umm maybe” you say lightly blushing.

“OoOh you like someone! WHO!” He says intriguingly.

“Okay Okay promise not to tell anyone?” You whisper.

“Yeah tell me!!”

“I might like Peter!” You say under breath looking down.

“Oh my- oh um I mean really?” he says.

“Yeah but promise you won’t tell k?” You say whisper again, scared someone will hear.

“Okay I won’t”

You guys go back too a normal conversation and Peter eventually came back and you all went to class.

~Neds Per~

-Omg Cassidy likes Peter!! Peter has a huge crush on her I have to tell him-

*** After School***

~Cassidys Per~

As you leave your last class and head to your locker Peter catches up to you.

“Hey Cassidy I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out later maybe around 5?” He suggests nervously.

“I would love too” you smile widely.

“Okay see you later” he says walking through the halls.

You head home and get ready to go to Peters. You put on a denim skirt and a black shirt and wait by the door. You finally hear the door bell and you see Peter standing with his hands in his pocket.

~Peters Per~

-she is so beautiful and I really want to ask her to be my girlfriend today-

~Cassidy’s Per~

“You look Astonishing” he says staring strait into your eyes.

-he is so sweet and adorable ahh-

“Thank you” you giggle quietly and shut the door behind you.

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Ok for the wheelzier twins i cant help to think that they bicker over the most mundane of things like cereal then milk or milke then cereal and which came first: the chicken or the egg. The one thing that will forever be something they go head to head against is who was born first like richie thinks its him bc of some overly complicated thing like the cosmos and universe and mike thinks its him bc he has like pictures of him as a baby before richie came out but richie feels those were faked

ok so i touched on this a liiiittle in this post, but i firmly believe that richie is older and it is a defining characteristic of his and mike’s relationship (or lackthereof)

step one: richard wentworth wheeler is born, kicking and screaming his lungs out, at 11:59am on a tuesday. he’s got a full head of hair and squinty eyes

three minutes later michael theodore wheeler makes his debut. he’s already taller than richie and he cries like he’s irritated to be alive

from that moment on, it’s all downhill

nancy is what, four? so she like wants to hold “her babies” and their dad takes turns setting both boys carefully down into her outstretched arms, teaching her how to support the head

and immediately, baby richie loves nancy

baby mike is not impressed and doesn’t stop screaming until his mom takes him back

“my richie” nancy says, running a chubby finger down his cheek, and fate is Sealed

so like, the idea is that richie and nancy bond a lot throughout their childhood

cause here is the big thing: mike and richie are two different kinds of kid

richie is a geek

and mike is a nerd

and nancy wheeler is most definitely a geek

richie bonds with his big sister over schoolwork, studying math and science together

they do like, cute little science projects like building lava volcanoes in the kitchen and like digging in the mud in the backyard

richie sleeps on nancy’s floor for like a whole year when they’re eight because he and mike get in a fight over who gets top bunk on their bunk beds

he comes down to breakfast with his toenails painted and mike isn’t jealous of that but he is kind of jealous of the way nancy ruffles richie’s hair fondly

mike only gets to spend time with nancy when she humors him plays fantasy board games with him and even that’s few and far between

nancy is also the only one who really gets richie’s humor, laughing quietly into her hand at the dinner table

mike sometimes thinks they would have been better off twins rather than him and richie

mike builds the blanket fort in the basement to escape them sometimes, to curl up in the darkness and to forget that there’s supposed to be someone by his side

so mike goes out and makes friends of his own and tries to ignore how much it hurts when richie calls himself “your big brother”

cause they were supposed to be in this together, that’s what twins means

so he’s like………. super lonely……….. throughout childhood

and then! he meets will byers on the playground

and it’s the BEST DAY OF HIS LIFE

because finally, he gets someone of his own

someone who understands him the way his twin was supposed to and someone who loves him 4 him, not for preconceived notions of who he should be!

BUT will byers goes missing

and like, richie has been really distant lately so when mike comes to him, close to tears because will wasnt in school and the cops wanted to talk to him and mom and dad wont let mike go out and look for him and he doesn’t know what to do,

richie gets this weird look in his eyes

and grabs mike by the shoulders and is like

“do NOT go looking for him”

“you’re not my fucking dad, rick,” mike shoots back and like, richie looks more seriously than mike has ever seen

“i’m not joking, mikey!” richie says, shaking his brother’s shoulders “there’s bad things in this town”

mike hits his hands away angrily and stalks down to the basement to call lucas on the walkie talkie

later, mike finds out that as soon as he left richie, his brother called bill denbrough and whispered down the line how scared he was

but all mike knew then was that his twin was trying to be his Smart Big Brother again and he’s fucking grown out of that shit! he’s too old to get treated like richie’s annoying little brother!!

anyway, mike goes out and meets eleven and has another person who likes him best and suddenly he’s not sad about it anymore

he’s fucking angry

one night nancy defends richie at the dinner table, arguing with mike that richie didn’t steal his gameboy, you forgot it at school again you idiot

and they’re teaming up against him, with twin looks of distaste at mike on their faces

and mike’s HAD IT

he pushes off from the dinner table stalks up to his room and he can hear nancy’s footsteps behind him

“you always liked richie better anyway” mike says, slamming the door

nancy barges right into his room as he throws himself down onto the bottom bunk

“i dont like richie better!” she says and mike rolls his eyes into the covers

“i dont!” nancy repeats, sitting down on the corner of the bed. she reaches a hand out to touch mike’s back and he flips over to glare at her

“he should have been your twin” mike mutters and nancy sighs

suddenly she looks a lot older than mike thinks she should

“i know i spent more time with rick when we were kids than i did with you,” nancy starts “but he was such a lonely kid, mike.”

mike is silent

“you had your friends like will and dustin and lucas and richie didn’t have anyone,”

mike’s angry now, because richie had HIM

richie had MIKE and he didn’t think mike was GOOD ENOUGH

“it’s not your fault. you’re allowed to have favorites,” mike says, and something’s burning in his chest “richie wasn’t supposed to, though”

“what?” nancy says and mike feels tears prick at his eyes

“he was supposed to always like me best and he picked you instead”

“oh, mike,” nancy says as he cries into his hands

and it’s an old pain but it aches anyway and mike lets it flow out of him as nancy rubs his back

his eyes are dry when richie comes into their room later and he rolls over in bed so richie doesn’t try to talk to him

later, mike knows nancy told richie about it

because things are different

richie invites him and will and dustin and lucas along to go to the movies with him and his friends

(friends mike honestly didn’t notice richie making, and to be honest there’s a LOT of them)

richie takes him biking with eddie kaspbrak and bill denbrough, who mike remembers meeting when will was still presumed missing because bill was the only kid whose parents let him go along with the search party

and one night, long after everyone else has gone to sleep, mike finds richie in the basement blanket fort

(he’d been sneaking downstairs to try eleven on the walkie)

richie’s curled up against the wall and he nods at mike as he climbs down the stairs

“what are you doing up?” mike asks, folding his knees to his chest and pulling the blanket closed around them

richie looks kind of pale in the soft light

“couldn’t sleep,” he answers and mike sees the dark circles under his glasses “had a nightmare”

“you’ve been having a lot of those lately” mike observes and richie is silent

mike knows something happened last summer, while he was too busy trying to move on and make new friends, and it changed richie

he’s a little more serious now, a little more careful

“dont worry about me” richie says, putting on one of his annoying Voices “your old big bro is doing just fine”

and mike sighs

he thought they were over this but apparently not

“what?” richie says, noticing his slumped shoulders

“you’re not my big brother”

“am too,” richie argues “those three minutes without you were the best three minutes of my life”

mike’s heard this joke before and he’s really just tired tonight

he starts to get up and richie catches his arm

“you know…” he starts, biting his lip. “you can tell me anything right?”

“i know,” mike sighs and richie just holds harder

“you know i gotta watch out for you right?” richie says and its almost desperate? it’s almost like he needs mike to assure him he’s needed??? and mike is Not Feeling It. “thats what big brothers do”

“YOURE NOT MY BIG BROTHER” mike yells, and he knows he’s gonna wake somebody up but he doesnt care because richie just WONT GET IT

“you’ve never been my fucking older brother” and richie looks so hurt and it kind of makes mike feel good so he keeps going “you dont need to take care of me, i can fucking look after myself, you’re just a dumb trashmouth why dont u go mother one of your weird geek friends im so fucking sick of you”

and richie looks WRECKED

(richie only ever wanted mike to look up to him like richie looks up to nancy)

(he didn’t know that by trying to be mike’s confidant he was pushing him further away)

“i don’t need an older brother” mike is wrapping up, and there’s tears running down richie’s face and steaming up his glasses and mike’s crying too and gOD he really didn’t want to do this but it feels so fucking good to get it all out “i just need my twin”

richie fuckin knocks into him like a ton of bricks, wrapping his arms around mike and squeezing him tight

and they cry together, tucked into the blanket fort with only the light of a lamp shining across the basement

send me prompts/headcanons/fic requests!

#ask #mike wheeler #richie tozier #wheelzier twins #wheeler twins #stranger things headcanons #it headcanons #my writing #asker: how abt a funny blurb abt them fighting #me: ok but also houw about Pain #sorry naughty children it is angst time

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