#I appreciate that he kept his electronical cry in this game at least

[amor-immortalem]

You’re Important to Me part 4

Part 1 | part 2| part 3

Genre: angst/comfort

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Chat: Troublemaker (affectionate)

Lucifer: Come home immediately. We need to talk.

Mammon: bout what? If its one of your shitty punishments. Think I’ll pass.

Lucifer rested his head on his desk letting out a groan. The second-born was frustrating him to no end. However, the first-born supposes he’s made him this way from everything he’s put him through. Picking up the pill bottle, he rolled it in his hand and watched as the contents slid from one side to the other. He placed them in a locked door in his desk as he thought about how they had been this close to losing yet another sibling.

A soft rapping on the office door pulled his attention back to the present.

“Enter,” he sat up straight as the guest joined him. It was Levi.

“Do you think Mammon still loves us. I-I’ve really been thinking about what’s been going on….. about our family. What if he leaves us? We lost Lilith. I-I don’t want to lose him too…” The Avatar of Envy’s voice quaked. Back when they were angels they were once close- almost even closer than the twins.

“I’m sure he does, Levi.” His response was hollow words. If Lucifer was being honest, he didn’t really know how Mammon felt about them currently. If he were the one in Mammon’s shoes, he would absolutely despise his brothers.“He’s currently refusing to come home, however. It’s likely that he knows what went on today and that’s why he broke up with the human we all know he cherishes so deeply. He didn’t want us to know.”

“I knew it! He hates us and never wants to see our faces again.”

“Leviathan, I never said that.” Lucifer’s voice was stern. “Please calm down before you throw yourself into a panic attack. He has to come home eventually, and we’ll all talk then- if not tonight then definitely tomorrow morning. For now, maybe you should go play one of your games. If you’d like I could join you to help take your mind off this whole debacle.”

Levi nodded his head slowly. “ I would appreciate that….. Actually, I had made this rpg specifically to play-test with Mammon but if you wanted to….we could play it together.”

“That’s a wonderful idea, Levi.”

Finally deciding to make his way home, Mammon pushed open the heavy doors to the house. The last thing he wanted to do was face his brothers right now. He already anticipated their reactions. The teasing and mocking that would be thrown his way- there wasn’t any escape for him now, was there? At least no one was here at the moment- that much he could be greatful for.

As he made his way up to his room, the demon made sure to avoid the places he knew his brothers would frequent at this time of night. Once there, he slipped inside and tossed the bag of clothes he had modeled in today from the top of of the stairs into the walk in closet with practiced precision. When he turned his head, he saw her small, blurry form just lying there on the couch.

“Why’re you in here? Ya got a room if your own dontcha?”

“I just….. sorry. I pushed too hard, didn’t I?” Arella’s voice sounded hurt. “It was just that I thought this might be the only place I could go and you’re brothers wouldn’t come looking for me. I’m still really angry with them. Not that they would anyway, not with how I screamed and yelled at them earlier...”

“And Lucifer didn’t kill ya on the spot? Its a miracle you’re alive after that.” He let out a chuckle. “I can’t tell if you’re incredibly brave or just plain dumb.”

“Maybe both…..” Arella sighed, “I… um… I’ll go back to my room now.” As she stood and made her up the staircase, he could feel the sadness radiating off of their pact mark.

“‘Rella, wait.” He grabbed her by the arm. “Don’t go. I don’t mind if ya stay…. We should talk about earlier, okay?”

He watched as she nodded a small frown on her face. Now that he could see her more clearly, he noticed the puffy eyes and tear tacks streaked down her cheeks. Now he just felt worse.

“I was thinkin’ real hard about this morning and I’m sorry for what I said earlier.” He started, “I don’t… I don’t really think we should break up…. I know you were just trying to help. That you were worried and scared for me.”

“I was…. Can I tell you something?“ she asks as he nods. “Seven years ago, I lost my little brother and then six months later my mother to suicide. One to cyber bullying, the other because she was so consumed with grief from the loss of a child that she saw no way to go on…. Do you know what was like….. to find their bodies? To realize you could have helped them if you had just paid attention and seen the warning signs? It still affects me to this day….They were the only blood related family I had left until I had found a new family here in the Devildom with you and your brothers. A-and then when you were saying all those things last night, I- I flashed back to the night I had found my brother but instead of him it was you and I-I-”

Mammon pulled the human tight against his chest in what could have been a bone crushing hug if he wasn’t careful and she buried her face in his chest. Her body shook with with muffled sobs.

“I’m sorry. I was running my mouth without thinking ‘bout what that might do to everyone- worst of all you….” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I wont say things like that ever again. No matter how I’m feelin’.

He walked her back towards the bed, letting her get in as he went to go change into some more comfortable clothes for sleeping. He joined her in bed shortly after, pulling her close as he wiped the stray tears from his cheeks. Arella moved closer so she could lay her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat, her crying reduce to quiet sniffles and hiccups by this point.

“Ya know, I think you just wasted your breath when you were yellin’ at my brothers earlier…. I think to them, I’ll just always be the family screw up. I’m already dreading the teasing I’ll get tomorrow at breakfast….”

“It had to be done, though. I think I managed to set them all straight….If you could have seen the look on their faces when I lost control of my temper and fried all the electronics in the common room or when I commanded Asmo to sit so hard he crashed face first into the floor….”

“Wait…you did what?” He quirked an eyebrow as he stared down at her before breaking into a soft laugh, “Ya really are something else, Hon, ya know that? I’ve never met someone who would fight for me like this before- who would call my brothers out on their bullshit.”

“Only because I know you don’t deserve to be treated this way…. You… you deserve good things and to be treated well by the people who you love most.” She yawned as she stretched out a little more in his embrace. “And because I love you and I would be lost if anything were to happen to you.” Her eyes were starting to slip closed.

“I love you too, babe.” The demon hummed as he started to card his fingers through her hair. As soon as he was sure she was out like a light he pressed his lips to the crown of her heard once more.

“Thank you for being here on my worst days, for being my little ray of sunshine down here in the dark.”

Once the morning came around, most of Mammon’s brothers gathered in the common room. They were awaiting the entrance of the Avatar of Greed as it was nearly breakfast time.

Lucifer had figured Mammon would be avoiding them as if they had the plague, so he instructed Beel to drag him in here by any means necessary. They all knew he was successful when they heard Mammon let out a surprised yelp and the clattering of a bowl against the floor.

“C’mon, Beel, Let me go!”

“Not until we all talk.”

“Talk? What’s there to talk about? I didn’t do nothin’ so let me go!’

Both demons soon entered the dining room as the sixth-born sat his older on the couch facing all of them, holding him down by his shoulders so Mammon couldn’t escape despite how he squirmed and tried to wiggle his way out of Beel’s grasp.

“Mammon, stop struggling.” It was a request from eldest, a chance to cooperate. “We all have some words we’d like to say to you.”

Mammon froze at that statement. Here it came: all the ridicule and teasing. He wanted to run. He was the second strongest of them, maybe if he tried hard enough, he could shake his little brother off and get away. What good would that do him though? His brothers would just corner him later anyway so maybe it was just best to get it over with now.

He looked towards his brothers’ blurry figures, a million different thoughts rushing his head. He couldn’t tell their expressions from this distance but they had to be smiling, right- ready to laugh at him any minute now. His body tensed as he braced himself for the harsh sting of their words.

“Mammon, we’re sorry,” Asmo was the first to speak up after a short moment of silence, “We love you so much even though we suck at showing it.”

“You did so much for us after we fell,- you still do a lot for us even now,” the seventh-born picked his head up from the table,“And I don’t think we ever told you how much we all appreciate it…. If it weren’t for you, I don’t even think we would still be a family… don’t forget, you’re the one who kept us all in line when Lucifer would lock himself away in his office back then.”

“I know we act like you’re just a burden to us,” Satan started, “but I think all of us would agree that life would be so boring without you here.”

“Yeah, I-I mean who else would take the time to play games with me when I’m down in the dumps?” Levi asked.

“Or risk getting strung up from the chandelier to get me the food that I want from the human world?” Beel cut in.

“Or compliment me on my outfit or hair no matter what form I choose to take for the day. Or is always there to hype me up when I’m having a bad day? Hell, you even gave up the position of DevilStyle’s cover model just for me! Honestly I think you might be the best big brother out there.”

“We know about all the things you’ve done in secret for us- the things you don’t take credit for,” Lucifer smiled softly, “I’m proud to call you my brother for that. We love you and while you may make some poor life choices from time to time, our lives just wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Mammon looks at them in a daze. Was this really happening? His brothers were…. Apologizing? To him of all people? This had to be a dream. There was no reality in which his brothers really cared about him. The second-born pinched the skin on his arm. That’s what you did to check if you were dreaming, right?

Harder, harder he pinched until the spot was sure to bruise. It wasn’t until Beelzebub placed his hand over his that Mammon realized he wasn’t dreaming. This was reality.

Tears welled in his eyes as he processed the words he just heard. One tear fell down his cheek soon followed by another then another until eventually the demon let out a sob.

“Th-This ain’t real! It ain’t!” The second-born yelled, his body shaking as he sobbed harder. “I’m still dreamin’. I-I gotta be! None of this is real…”

His brothers moved to embrace him- first the sixth-born, then the eldest and then the youngest. One by one, the rest of their brothers followed suit until the seven of them all somehow managed to end up on the floor in one giant cuddle pile, his face pressed into Lucifers as they allowed their brother to cry out all the tears he’d been bottling up for all these centuries.

It seemed they were going to be there a while- Good thing Lucifer had called Diavolo to tell him they wouldn’t be attending RAD today. That this was a more important matter to attend to.

“This stops today, Lucifer announced to his siblings once Mammon had stopped crying. “From today on, the six of us will make a conscious effort to change the ways we’ve talk to and treated you.”

“And if we get too out of hand, feel free to put us in our place,” Belphegor chuckled. “We can be blockheads from time to time.”

“The point is,” Asmodeus sighed as he hugged his brother a little tighter, “We all messed up big time. We just want to make you feel loved and appreciated again- like you’re an important part of this family.”

“We lost Lilith.” It was Beel’s turn to speak. “We’re not losing you too.”

Mammon smiled at his brothers’ words. Finally, he had thought, finally they were showing their true feelings to him after all these centuries.

“Thanks guys…..” the demon’s voice sounded cracked and strained from all the crying he had done earlier. “Even after everything that’s happened I wouldn’t trade y’all for the world. I love you guys.”

A chorus of ‘I love you too’s sounded from the group of demons as another family hug commenced. Eventually, as hours passed, one by one, they had all fallen asleep, each with a smile on their face and still huddled together.

Arella eventually found them in that state. With a soft smile she grabbed the blanket they often used for movie night and draped it over them heading back to her room so she wouldn’t disturb them.

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Masterlist 2

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date? #obey me angst #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me oc #arella #mammon angst #lucifer angst #leviathan angst #satan angst #asmodeus angst #beelzebub angst #belphegor angst

[beels-burger-babe]

Obey Me Character Song Thoughts

***DISCLAIMER: These are my blind reactions to the song. They're my opinion and based off of my personal taste in music as well. You are free to agree or disagree with them as you please, just please no hate***

Lucifer / Arcadia :

Surprisingly, I really like the music in this. I don't usually like electronic music, but this one was nice. His voice isn't my favourite, but is still good. NOW THE LYRICS!! Oh dear. Oh my. Oh boy. I was not expecting to catch feelings for Lucifer today, sir. How dare you do this to me. Update: I just got to the second verse...He's a yandere. He is fucking yandere. He's still so full of himself as usual and I WANT TO PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE BUT I ALSO WANT TO KISS HIM GAAAAAAAH!!!!! LUCIFER YOU ASSHOLE! UPDATE UPDATE: FINAL VERSE! AND THEN THE PRICK GOES BACK TO BEING A ROMANTIC CHARMING LITTLE SHIT 😡😣😖 Final thoughts: I- I- this whole song was a rollercoaster. I love to hate lucifer and hate to love him. I really do. This song embodied that perfectly. I did enjoy the song though.

Mammon / Are You Ready? :

Opening thought. I am not ready. Very not ready. Mammon is amazing in that art 😍.

Okay, now being serious, I'm sorry Mammon. I adore you to BITS, like so so so much. But this is exactly the kind of EDM that I despise. BUT, I bore through it and kept listening. I don't hate his voice, but he's sing talking. He's not quite rapping, he's sing talking. So it's meh. FUCKING UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE: THE CHORUS!!!! THE MF CHORUS!!!! HE SINGS! HE CAN ACTUALLY SING (still not best but pretty good)?! AND THE MUSIC SOUNDS SO MUCH BETTER THERE WHEN IT'S SLOW- ... ... ... the auto-tune on his voice on that English line 😤 WHY?!! I WAS JUST GETTING INTO IT!!!

Lyrics time: Honestly, it feels like Mammon got drunk, picked up a mic and started singing to MC, and I mean that in the best way possible. He's being honest in a way we've never seen him be honest before, and he calls himself a tsundere 😂 I love it.

Now the chorus lyrics: I love the chorus. It's so Mammon and just perfect. I love it. The lyrics just- *sighs* it's that possessive side of him that makes him the dork that he is. Okay. t-the lyrics...the lyrics also give me MAJOR suggestive vibes and I'm just here like 😳😳😳 MaMmOn PlEaSe WhAt ArE YoU DoInG?!

Final thoughts: The lyrics are also quite repetitive, which is another pet peeve of mine. All in all, it's not bad. It's just not for me. I'm so sorry Mammon 😭😭😭 That being said, I think it suits Mammon fairly well. Not perfectly, but good.

Leviathan / My Chance:

Opening thoughts: THIS TITLE IS SO CUTE AND IT'S PERFECT FOR HIM uwu Also, the vintage game-esque music is just perfect for Levi's aesthetic. Like, the light piano mixed with it gives me Undertale vibes?? Even before he starts singing, I just think it's really cute and it makes me want to hug him. Again, I'm not in love with his voice, but it's still nice. I do enjoy it.

Lyrics: LEVI BABY ARE YOU OKAY?! SOMEONE GET THIS MAN A THERAPIST 😭😭😭

Chorus: It's so sad, but this is Levi's reality. This song embodies him and everything he is so so so well. It really is perfect for him. But seriously bro. Let me hug you. And then we're gonna work on your self-worth issues because oh boy That last verse though. Oh my goodness 🥺🥺 It is the very definition of pining.

AND THEN THE FINAL CHORUS!!! HE'S BEING SO HONEST ABOUT HIS ANXIETY AND I JUST- 😭😭😭😭 LEVIIIIIIIIII!!!

Final thoughts: *clears throat, wipes tears that are totally not there* Right. So it's obvious that I enjoy this one. It just screams Levi and suits him so well and it also just breaks my heart so...yeah.

Satan / Read My Heart:

The piano. THE 👏 FUCKING 👏 PIANO 👏 So beautiful! The fact that his song is so soft and slow when he himself is meant to represent something so strong and violent is simply poetic. There are moments where I love Satan's singing voice in this and there are moments where I don't like it as much. HIS VOICE IN THE CHORUS IS MY FAVOURITE 😭 So sweet. So just- I love him. I love him so much.

Lyrics: So honest, but I feel that this is almost like a letter from Satan of all the things he wishes he could say. Also, remember that dork who can't say love words out loud headcanon we talked about earlier today? He literally confirms here 🥰🥰 Aww Satan

Chorus: AGAIN! SO HONEST WITH HIS FEELINGS AND HIM TRYING TO KNOW HIMSELF 😭😭😭 It's just so beautiful Stunning. I love it. This one hits all the markers for me. I'm calling it now. I think his lyrics are my favourite, and possibly my favourite song in general. It's just such a beautiful love song. Filled with what he so desperately desires but also his fears and it's so honest it hurts.

Final thoughts: This one made me cry. Like, literally made me cry. It was just so beautiful and perfect. I mean, there's a sad line that uses cats as a metaphor 😭 It's fantastic. Amazing. I can't praise it enough. Where I feel everyone else so far (except poor Levi, poor baby) had something that implied...suggestive things, Satan is just so desperate for love. To feel and experience it and everything that comes with it, and it's just- I love it.

Asmodeus / Pomade:

I actually really really enjoy the music here. It's more pop than EDM and I appreciate that. It's nice. Asmo's voice is also really pleasant to listen to. There's just something about it. I like it a lot. When he holds his notes, it just has this amazing sound and I dunno. I just like it a lot! AND HIS FALSETTO!! HOLY SHIT! AMAZING

Lyrics: I mean... It's exactly what I'd expect from Asmo. It doesn't feel like it's being sung to the MC though. At least not at first. It almost feels like he's singing to an audience at the Fall or something.

Chorus: It's a little more personal, but I feel like we're still only getting that one side of Asmo. We're shown in the second season that he does have insecurities and that there's more to him than being self-obsessed, and I'm kind of disappointed that the song doesn't show that.

Second Verse: We're finally getting personal here. Okay. The table has been turned and now Asmo is finally talking about how he feels about MC and that's more I like it!

Final thoughts: Now that I've listened to the final verse and chorus, I GET IT NOW! It's a story. It's how Asmo first felt like all that was there for him and all he was made for was pleasing the audience. Then you came and it was just a game of trying to make you fall for him, just like he had been able to everyone else. And finally, him realizing that it's him who has become captivated by you and that he loves you! It's actually really sweet and I love that. Sound-wise, this song is fantastic! The music really compliments his voice and it all suits Asmo's character really well.

Beelzebub / Hungry Six-Pack:

So ya'll already know I adore Beel and this ROCK MUSIC AND HIS VOICE MADE ME SWOON! His voice! His voice is FANTASTIC! And the music IS AMAZING!!! I just love the guitar in it. It's (pardon me for this) it's just so damn sexy and I love it so much! THE BRIDGE OF THE SONG IS DAMN HOT OKAY?! I CAN'T GET OVER IT!

Lyrics: What I love about the lyrics is that they confirm my theory of Beel actually being physically impacted by his appetite. He says that it can cause him to get dizzy and I'm just here like 🥺🥺 We really get a sense here of how Beel is actually desperate to stop this appetite. He hates how it impacts him. He hates how it impacts those around him. And I just - 😭😭😭

Chorus: It fucking slaps! The up tempo is just *chefs kiss* and I love everything about it. And the words 😳 Damn Beel...Damn. i love him so much even though if you really think about it these words HURT

THE SECOND VERSE WITH DRUMS IN THE BACK JUST MAKES ME WANT TO JUMP AROUND IN A MOSH PIT! I LOVE THE SOUND OF THIS ONE SOOOOO MUCH! IT'S SO GREAT!

THEN IN THE LAST CHORUS WITH THAT HIGHER OPTION NOTE THAT HE HOLDS AND SHAKES AND I'M LIKE 😍😍😍 GOD I LOVE HIM SOOO MUCH

Final thoughts: As you can clearly see, I love this one. Now, lyrics-wise, I found a comment that really broke down the lyrics in terms of Beel's insecurity with his appetite and his sin and how he struggles with that and it made me appreciate the song all that much more and I just- I love this song. (The comment was left by Felix The Lemon on this if you don't understand the utter heartbreak of this song, please read this) Maybe it's my bias towards Beel. Maybe it's because it's rock. But this one, overall, is my favourite.

Belphegor / Dreamscape:

I love the almost lo-fi sound to it! It's perfect cause a lot of people use lo-fi to sleep. Very clever producers. Very clever. I both hate and love his voice at the same time and I DON'T KNOW WHY! Like it has a bit of a filtered sound to it, but what genuine sound I can hear through that filter is really really nice and I love it. I TAKE IT ALL BACK HIS VOICE IN THE CHORUS 😭😭😭 HE HAS MY FAVOURITE VOICE OF THE BROTHERS BY FAR! OH MY GOD IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL!

Lyrics: GAAAAAHHHHH!!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH! OKAY OKAY OKAY!!! So! These lyrics are so great because it's showing that soft side of Belphie that I adore! It's not his teasing side, it's the side that only Beel and MC really get to see and I just- I love it.

The whole "I will always wait for you" for some reason made me think of when he was stuck in the attic where literally the only thing he had to look forward to was MC coming to set him free and update him on how Beel was doing. And then afterward, he had to wait for them to be comfortable around him again because he knew that he messed up and he had to wait for their forgiveness. And then finally, Belphie has to wait for them to notice his feelings, amongst the obvious more showy feelings of his brothers and to hopefully maybe choose him 😭😭😭 SO GOOD

Second verse is his insecurities and I just ao;dusg;bfjnaduoh;szvbjxaui;dvkjx AAAAAAHHHHHHH I LOVE IT SO MUCH I CAN'T EVEN PUT IN TO WORDS!! WHY DO I LOVE THIS?!?!

FINAL THOUGHTS: THIS SONG ALONE HAS CAUSED ME TO FALL IN LOVE WITH BELPHEGOR ADU;SFBKJACDZS IT'S JUST SO PERFECT!!! His voice! The sound! The words! It has it all! I know I just said Beel's was my overall favourite, and I'm so so sorry Beelzebaby, but Belphie takes the cake. We get his anger, his sadness, his fondness, HIS DESPERATION, IT JUST HAS SO MUCH EMOTION!!!! I CAN'T GET OVER THIS SONG!

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The songs were all incredible and I love them to bits. I feel like I know the brothers better know and I know have more feelings for Belphie than I know what to do with, so there's that 😅😅 If you're still here reading this, thanks for joining me on this chaotic journey and dealing with my bullshit. Love you guys ❤❤❤

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[madame-airlock]

Hey there! I was rewatching The Closer and stumbled upon episode 10 in season 7... and there is this scene when Brenda walks toward the interrogation room and the suspect is about to shoot her but Buzz saves her... I was wondering... are you up rewriting this with Sharon and Andy? Thank youuuuu 💜

Hi! Thanks for sending this 💜 It wasn’t easy rewriting the scene but I tried my best. Let me know if it’s okay :D Just a general disclaimer: I have absolutely no idea how the mind works. Every person, I imagine, has a different reaction to traumatic experiences. This is what I imagined although I’m not 100% sure it fits Sharon. I study linguistics, not psychology so this won’t be accurate, but hey... artistic licence. Enough with me. The story is under the cut (if it works), I hope you’ll enjoy it. The part in italics is a flashback. Some of the stuff in here is OOC, but it’s the beauty of fanfiction, isn’t it? Story also available on ffnet and ao3

It all happened so fast that it took Sharon a few minutes to understand what was going on. One moment, she was about to open the door to the interrogation room, the next she was lying behind a desk, with Andy's arms around her, while everyone around them had their guns out. Slowly the details of what had happened came back to her.

"Chief, if you don't mind, I'm going to ask your suspect a few questions." Said Sharon. Chief Johnson nodded and told her it wasn't a problem, so Sharon picked up the case file she had been reading and headed to the interrogation room.

Around the corner, Andy opened the door to Electronics and walked in. "Hey Buzz…" The words died in his throat when he saw their suspect, alone in the interrogation room, pointing a gun at the door. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sharon, and realised she was walking towards that room. 

She stopped in front of the door, and opened the case file again to check a couple details she couldn't seem to remember. As she read, she reached down to open the door. She pushed the door handle and in that moment a gunshot exploded and a bullet broke the door. At the same time, a pair of arms went around her and dragged her to the side, and behind a desk.

There was a lot of commotion around them. People had their guns drawn, and she heard screaming and shouting. "Hey, everything's okay. You're safe" said Andy, who was looking around to assess the situation, while still shielding her from the shooter.

Soon most of the noise died out, the suspect was handcuffed and his gun taken away. Andy finally looked down and saw her. She looked shaken, but he knew from experience that it would take her a few minutes to realise what had happened, because of the adrenaline. "Hey, Sharon, are you… oh shit." He looked up and yelled "I need a medic here! She's hurt"

Sharon looked up at him and said "I'm not hurt" Her voice was shaky, and it was only after he said that, that she started to feel the pain in her arm. The blazer was ruined. It was torn and blood has soaked the material around the wound. "Oh..."

Andy rose to his feet and helped her up. He team ran over to them, their worry growing as they noticed Sharon clutching her bloody arm. Before anyone could speak, Andy looked over at the chief and said "I'm going to take the Captain in the break room, away from here. When the paramedics arrived send them there, please"

The chief reassured him that she would and told them to go. Sharon still hadn't spoken, and she was looking around, shocked.

Andy helped her to take off her blazer, trying to be as gentle as he could, and helped her sit down. He closed the blinds, so people outside wouldn't look in and say down next to her. “Babe" Andy whispered "I…" When words failed him, he simply kissed her forehead and moved a little closer. "I almost lost you" he whispered.

It was so strange to see Sharon like that. She wasn’t speaking, and she looked like she was in a trance. Andy was wondering if part of it was also her trying to be strong at work even in a situation such as that one. All he knew was that he was worried. Tears were threatening to fall, so he stood up, went to grab a clean cloth they had in the break room, soaked it in warm water and started to clean up her bloodied arm.

"Andy…" she whispered. In that moment the door opened and the paramedics walked in. The wound didn't look too bad, it was a scratch, really, but it could have been much worse. She could have been on her way to a hospital, or in a body bag. He stayed by her side as they cleaned up the wound, stitching it up and helping her with a sling, kissing her forehead when she would wince in pain. "It's almost over, you'll be okay" he whispered.

A little after the paramedics left, Provenza opened the break room door and asked Andy to go out of the room for a second. "What?" he asked, already hating the idea that he wasn't with Sharon." Flynn, take her home. I'll deal with the chief. If she asks I can explain. I'll tell her to give you a couple days off. Now go, take her home and stay with her"

Andy was surprised to say the least. When Provenza had found out about their relationship a few months before, he had thrown a tantrum at Andy's house while Sharon was there, but had at least kept it quiet at work. Apparently he had come to his senses and realised that he and Sharon loved each other, that it wasn't just a fling. "Thanks, old man. I appreciate it." He said

"Sharon, babe, we're going home" Andy said. He took off his jacket and placed it around her shoulders, trying to cover the wound and the tank top she had been wearing under the blazer. Before they left the break room, Sharon looked at him with tears in his eyes and begged "Can you stay with me tonight, please?"  Andy cupped her cheek and kissed her softly. "Of course", he replied with a smile.

Together they walked out and went to the murder room to retrieve their things. They ran into then chief and Andy told her to find Provenza. That he could explain.

Once they got to the car, Andy helped Sharon in and started driving to the condo and as they got closer, she broke down. He held out his hand for her and she grabbed it as if it was the only thing keeping her sane. "Oh god Andy" she muttered before she started to cry and shake. He parked the car in her spot and leaned over to hold her as she started to weep. "Let's go upstairs, Sharon" he whispered after a few minutes. 

He held her hand as they went upstairs, keeping her close. Luckily it was the middle of the afternoon and no-one was in the corridors. He quickly opened the door to her apartment and they went in. As the door closed, it was as if everything that has happened came crashing down. Sharon started sobbing, and all Andy could do was hold her in his arms and gently caress her back in a soothing way, to help her calm down.

She could barely breathe. Her knuckles were white and her hand hurt from holding the back of his shirt so tightly but she couldn't let go. She had almost died. If it hadn't been for Andy, she'd be in a body bag. "Babe, why don't we go sit down?" he asked. Instead of the couch Sharon headed for the bedroom. They laid down together and Andy wrapped himself around her, to hold her tightly to him, but still careful of her injured arm.

As she sobbed and he held her, Andy realised that if he hadn't seen her, if he hadn't walked in the break room, she wouldn't be there in his arms. He kept telling himself to be strong. He couldn't break down. Sharon would probably tell him he didn't have to be strong for her, that he too had every right to cry, to let it out, but he just couldn’t. Andy tightened the hold on her and kissed her hair. He whispered "It's okay babe. Let it out. You're safe now, you're home", and kept repeating it over and over.

It took her almost an hour, but Sharon eventually managed to calm down. She wasn't sobbing anymore. There were still some tears rolling down her cheeks, and her eyes were puffy, but her breathing was back to normal and she had loosened the hold on him. All Andy had done was reassure her and kiss her forehead. He had held her and told her that he loved her. Eventually she fell asleep, exhausted. Andy held her for a little longer and he kept stroking her hair. Gently, as not to wake her, he rolled her over so she could be comfortable, and got up from the bed to grab a blanket. He decided to lay down a few more minutes with her, mostly to reassure himself that she was there, safe, but then after a kiss and an “I love you” he got up from the bed.

When Sharon woke almost an hour later, she found a glass of water, some aspirin and a note on the bed side table.

I know you probably have a headache after all that crying. Take these and stay in bed. I needed to go to a meeting and I'll be back as soon as I can. I’ll bring dinner as well. Can't wait to cuddle you some more, sweetheart.

Love you, Your favourite sexy lieutenant, 

Andy

Sharon smiled at the note and the gesture. She sat up in bed and took the aspirin, before walking to the living room to retrieve her bag and her phone.  There were some missing texts and calls, mostly from her team and, surprisingly, Major Crimes. People checking on her and sending her her best wishes.

She was still replying to all the texts when she heard the key turn in the door and saw Andy walk in.  "Hey sweetheart" he said with a smile, when he noticed she was there. Sharon walked to him, stood on her tiptoes and pulled his head down, so she could kiss him. "Thank you for staying with me. I love you so much" she murmured against his lips, and kissed him again.

Andy hugged her and said "I'm glad you're okay. I have dinner with me. Why don't we sit?" To his surprise, Sharon ignored her own rule of no eating on the couch unless it's a game night so they could be closer. The mood was definitely better than before. While the experience would probably haunt them for a while more, at least now they could relax and enjoy the other's company.

After dinner they decided to cuddle on the couch while they watched a movie. Sharon was curled up next to him, and she had her head on his shoulder.  The only noise was from the TV, all around it was quiet. The peaceful atmosphere was broken by the ringing on Andy's phone. He groaned when he saw the chief's name pop up, but accepted the call. "Flynn." He simply said.

"Lieutenant sorry to bother you. I was just wondering how the Captain is doing" asked Brenda. Andy was surprised, but replied "She's better now. Uh, Chief, did Provenza…" he trailed off but luckily she understood "Don't worry, Lieutenant. He informed me of everything. The two of you are off until Monday. Rest, go to a meeting if you need to, and take care of her, okay?" He thanked her and ended the call.

Sharon was looking at him, expecting him to tell her he needed to leave, but he reassured her he was there to stay and told her what the chief had said. "Can we go to bed now?" She asked. Andy smiled at her and answered "Sure babe"

They held hands as they went to the bedroom. Andy helped her undress, and once they were down to their underwear, they snuggled under the blankets and held each other. It was unusual for them to sleep like that. Sharon would always wear at least an old tshirt, but both needed to feel as close as possible to the other, and apparently skin to skin was the best way for both. Sharon kissed him again, and thanked him for saving her life, for staying with her, and for holding her. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, Andrew Flynn, but I'm happy to have you in my life. I love you so much" she said.

That night they kissed a little longer and held each other a little tighter than usual, both eternally grateful to be there in each other's arms at the end of the day.

The next few days were mostly uneventful. They stayed home, ordered food and spent a lot of time together. Sharon encouraged Andy to go to meetings if he needed them, and when he'd come back, he'd always bring her something sweet from her favourite bakery. Her arm was healing well, but she'd had to put it in a sling for a few more days.

On Monday, Sharon woke up when Andy started showering her with kissed on her shoulder, neck and cheek. "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. I have breakfast here for you" He helped her sit up and offered her a tray with coffee and a bowl with some cut up fruit and ice cream. Not her usual breakfast, but he'd been treating her like a queen for the past few days, and that apparently included ice cream at 7am. Not that she was complaining.

"Ready to go back?" He asked. Sharon nodded and finished her breakfast quickly so she could get ready.

An hour later, they were in the car, headed for the PAB. Andy noticed that she had tensed up as he pulled in the parking lot. "Hey, I'm here with you. You're safe, it's going to be okay" he said, taking her hand and kissing her quickly. They held hands as they rode up in the elevator, and Sharon stayed close to him. Only when the door opened to let other people in they untangled their fingers, but still remained side by side.

As they stepped off on the Major Crimes floor, Sharon had to stop for a moment to catch her breath and calm down. Ignoring where they were, and her rule of no PDA at work, Andy kissed her and took her hand, to lead her to the murder room.  His presence was helping her a lot, especially when they had to walk past that interrogation room. She moved closer to his side, and her nails almost broke the skin of his arm, but Andy didn't care. He whispered "it's okay, sweetheart. No one is there" and helped her walk past the door.

When they arrived in the murder room, Sharon was shocked to see Welcome back Captain written in huge letters on the white board, surrounded by doodles of balloons and confetti.  Someone, probably Provenza, had even drawn a Wicked witch with her arm in a sling.  The team all went to say hello to her.

Sharon's eyes were shining with tears. These guys had even bought a cake and flowers to celebrate her return. Never before she had felt more welcomed, accepted, respected and hell, even loved, like the people in that room. Most days they couldn't see eye to eye, but they all knew that, no matter the division she came from, she was still one of theirs, and it was a miracle she was still there.

Andy suspected that Provenza had told the entire team, not only the chief, what the nature of their relationship was, but frankly, he couldn't care less.

They celebrated for a little while, and all made sure to ask her how she was, and told her they were there if she needed anything. "Ma'am. We have something for you" Julio said as their little party was coming to an end. "Our favourite attorney, Gavin, told us that the blazer you had on the other day was your favourite and we're sorry that it was ruined. We decided to do something for you, with his help"

He handed her a bag and she opened it with shaky hands. Sharon gasped when she realised that they'd bought her a new blazer, just like the other one. She wiped away the tears, and Andy hugged her once again.

"Thank you, thank you all. This means a lot to me" she said. Her voice was trembling with emotion. "Don't think that this won't stop me from watching you like a hawk though" she chuckled, and the team laughed with her.

"Right, everyone, back to work. The wicked witch has turned soft. We better take advantage of the situation" exclaimed Provenza, taking the attention off of the Captain, who was starting to get a little uncomfortable. She mouthed a thank you and he nodded slightly.

Sharon went to sit at her temporary desk which, over the weekend, had been moved next to Andy's, with a happy smile on her face. Despite ecerything they'd put her through in the past few weeks, they were a bunch of good people, and a great team. When she shared the thought with Andy, he squeezed her hand and said "Of course love. We protect our own, and you're part of this team"

#the closer #major crimes #shandy #shandy fic #sharon raydor #andy flynn #the closer fic #major crimes fic #angst #hurt/comfort

[themockingcrows]

Companionship Through Circuitry Ch. 4: Treasures New and Old

This chapter is SFW This chapter available on my AO3!

From weaponized Furbies to old school prewar technology, Bro is finding his hands in many pies. Hal wishes he'd leave the pies the fuck alone for the most part.

     The small wheels of the Furby were sturdy enough to handle the terrain inside of the building with ease, so long as the bigger debris was avoided. These weren’t monster truck wheels, after all. Every so often a ping would be sent back to Bro’s location in the stairwell where he was secured out of sight, ready to be back up once Hal was done exploring and mapping out the place. He’d already covered significant ground, only needing assistance when it came to changing floors, and was holding his own against some of the mutated pests that had taken up residence in the various empty rooms.

     The modified laser was perfect for quick shots, and most of the critters seemed to be expecting humans or at least food they could smell. The small mechanical device wasn’t very appetizing looking, more of a curiosity. Bro was pretty sure he’d never seen giant insects that close up before unless they were dead, the radiation having done a number on their dna sequences since the war. Their protruding eyes were kind of fascinating to see up close, though Bro was content to watch from his distance rather than get hands on.

     I don’t appreciate this, you know

     “Don’t appreciate what,” Bro said into his end of the walkie talkie. “Freedom to move around? Weapons to protect yourself with?”

     I don’t appreciate being stuffed into this toy and you damn well know it.

     “Cry me a river and check the next hallway, I’ve got a feelin’ there’ll be somethin’ good there.” 

     There were other toys there. You could have put me in something useful. Something sturdier. Something-

     “What the fuck is that thing?”  said a voice from further down the hallway Hal was trundling down. A human who’d been living rough for some time, with attitudes that were even rougher judging from the wild clothing they wore, came into view. A man, when he got close enough to be seen clearly. A raider, if some of the markings on his clothes were authentic and not just slapped on for fun. Great, just what he fucking needed, a pack of wild men to deal with.

     “Find something to eat?” called another voice. Bro quietly grunted and got up out of his hiding spot to go get ready. Humans could be destructive with shit they didn’t understand, and the last thing he wanted to do was lose Hal. He’d become pretty attached to the AI by now, and losing him wasn’t an option anymore, not with the end goal being so interesting to him.

     “Nah, just found… something. I don’t know what this thing is,” the first man admitted, reaching down to snatch the Furby off the ground after a few attempts, the small wheels motoring this way and that to avoid being picked up. “Some kinda toy?”

     “What, find a new teddy bear?” joked the other voice out of view.

     “Nah. This thing’s cute though,” he chuckled, touching the spinning wheels and the moving beak before setting it back down on the ground. The Furby failed to move. “Hey, c’mon over and get a look while it’s still.”

     The second man finally appeared, itching his back with the baseball bat he held, hair tied back into a messy bun. He popped a squat in front of the still Furby and smirked.

     “Aw. Lookit the lil shit, it’s cu-”

     Zap.

     The laser was probably overkill as far as power went, but Bro was proud of the addition and how stable it proved to be. The fact that Hal was a killer shot was just a bonus, landing the guy right between the eyes before the guy could get the word out all the way, dropping him like a sack of potatoes. The first man panicked and jumped back as the Furby zoomed back to life and backed up several paces.

     Bitch.

     Bro was able to take a shot towards the man’s shoulder with his sword  before turning and cracking him upside the head with a fist, sending him down in a bleeding pile. Nothing like a small fluffy creature buzzing on the floor after firing a deadly laser to act as a distraction for a 6’6 man with a sword creeping up on ya. It probably would have been more prudent to use long range… but sometimes he just needed to have an excuse to clean his sword off rom residue that wasn’t radroach or abomination. 

     “Y’know, you could’ve just singed him and he might’ve run. I was on my way,” Bro said, nudging the dead fellow with a toe of his boot. “I don’t think he even has anything interestin’ on him.”

     I hold no apologies for being called ‘cute’. 

     “You’re right, you’re adorable. How dare they.”

     Laser has entered the cooldown period. You’re lucky.

     “Your own fault for shootin’ full force, if you want to roast me you’re gonna need to learn your limits first Hal,” Bro said as he abandoned the toy and walked ahead to peek in different doors. Big fat load of nothing… till he found the place the second man had come from. Paydirt. A temporary camp site, complete with food and water. Packaged food, no less, prewar and sturdy enough to last ages thanks to its healthy doses of preservatives. Giving a pleased whoop of joy, Bro took off his bag and took to stuffing what he could carry into it, taking his time to look around for other important looking things. Keys, cards, electronic tidbits that might be useful, ammunition. Bandages. Christ could he use some bandages, or disinfectant, he’d forgotten to stock up on extras at the last place they’d stayed and it was going to bite him in the ass, he could just feel it.

     While he found some disinfectant in the form of a high octane liquor, the bandages were at least sanitary looking and standard. Eh. A drink and something to clean with. It’d work. Otherwise interestingly he found a notebook, one with most of the pages in it no less. Perfect. He’d be able to write Dave again tonight and send the letter off when they hit a trader or a town next. Right on schedule.

     ...Or maybe too much of a schedule. Kid was probably being inundated with letters and not sure what to do with them since he couldn’t write back. If he even wanted to.

     Bro paused for a moment before grabbing the notebook and stuffing it into his bag after all. If Dave read his letters or threw them in the trash, at least he was reaching out on his end and showing he was willing to talk. It was the best he could do, he supposed. Be there and be ready for replies if they came.

     You’re going to get fat if you eat all that processed garbage. Why did junk food survive but next to none of the decent food survive.

     “Preservatives and chemicals for flavorin’,” Bro said, snapping out of his thoughts. The one man was only knocked out, after all, not dead. He’d be coming to eventually, best to be long gone by then. “When there’s more chemicals than food in the package, the food’ll last through goddamn anything.”

     I’m starting to think that if you encountered a fresh vegetable you would collapse inwardly like a dying star.

     “Everything I’ve ever come into contact with had some traces of radiation in it, it’s part of the post-apocalyptic lifestyle, Hal. It’s just a waitin’ game to see how much will make you sick and how much just adds a zesty aftertaste.”

     ...I’m unable to tell if you’re joking or not and that is concerning for my future mobility. I can hear the atherosclerosis from here.

     “All you can hear are the dulcet tones of my voice, admit it,” Bro said, giving one last look around the room before reaching for Hal. The laser fired a small zap, stinging his hand and making him yank it back, watching the toy zip around in circles teasingly. “Ah c’mon, don’t be a lil shit. I was gonna put you back in the glasses. Don’t you like the glasses more than the Furby?”

     I like many things more than the Furby.

     “C’mere then,” Bro said, reaching down to snatch the toy up by its fuzzy body, the weight more substantial now than it had been fresh out of the box. The skin was stretched taut over all kinds of goodies now, and he was careful as he plugged the shades into the side of the Furby by way of the metallic port, waiting and watching as the small loading symbols flickered in front of his eyes. Once again, Hal’s eyes opened in front of his own, pupils dilating briefly in recognition before they flickered away and he was left with the usual interface once more.

     “There. Better?”

     If you really loved me you’d have built something better with all those spare parts.

     “I don’t love you. I tolerate you.”

     Frankenfurby is a token of your affections as surely as your letters to your spawn are.

     “Those’re different,” Bro murmured, tucking the doll away carefully in his bag and securing it closed. He wasn’t sure if he could hear groaning or was just paranoid, but better to leave than to find out. Slowly, he backtracked down the hallway past the felled men before speeding up to the stairwell, hurrying down and out of the building while he could. All in all a successful scavenge, his luck was really holding out now that he had his new toy.

     Friend.

     … Yeah, he’d call Hal a friend now. Maybe prematurely, but it was hard not to bond with someone whose sense of humor was so similar to his own, bot or not.

     Are we still on target to approach where my body was last being kept?

     “Should be. I’m only swervin’ once in a while to find places to stay, or to get goodies after all. There’s a few places I’d love to hit between here and there, though it’d be too rough goin’ for the furb to be active.”

     What are these locations you are wanting to go to and why.

     “Well, one of’ems a vault. I know if there’s people in it they’d be good for tradin’ with and prolly have somewhere to stay or know where it’d be good to stay in the region. If it’s a decrepit one it’d prolly been picked clean… if you give up after the first few areas,” Bro smirked. “Dig deep and pick enough locks, know how to sweet talk the electronics, and usually you’ll find a treasure trove of some kind. Or at least so I’d assume, given that I’ve not exactly crawled my way through enough to formulate a mean average on accessibility to the damn things.”

     Hal whirred briefly as if thinking before speaking up. What kinds of things would you be hoping to obtain from there that you cannot obtain from elsewhere that we’ve been going into? These ‘goodies’ you mention.

     “More prewar things mostly,” Bro said as he sized up a slope and skidded down it with his feet turned. He had to sit down once, scuffing his ass, but he made it to the bottom without falling at all. A quick dust, and he was back en route. “Food, ammunition. Weapons. Medical supplies is a big important one. Old prewar tech is like findin’ the needle in the haystack, but once you find it it’s sweet.”

     Old prewar tech like what, more odds and ends?

     “Sometimes. Sometimes it’s more like findin’ entire bots untouched in their charging bays,” he explained, eyeing the surroundings cautiously. He was more exposed out here, and he didn’t exactly enjoy it, but sometimes it was a choice between being exposed and being boxed into an area chock full of super mutants.

     No thank you, he’d take his chances out here thanks. Could hear and see shit coming that way while he was awake.

     Would these untouched bots have data cables perchance.

     “I’m not uploadin’ you into a Gutsy, Hal.”

     I’D BE SO MUCH MORE USEFUL, YOU’D BE MISSING OUT!

     “I like you bein’ portable. I also like you not bein’ capable of friendly fire. No, I didn’t forget that laser earlier, you fuck, my hand still stings from it.”

     Okay, what if instead of uploading me into a Gutsy you uploaded me into the mainframe computer? reasoned Hal. I could manually override everything in place since lockdown, and likely would be able to communicate with you through various data ports.

     Bro’s steps slowed a bit. That, he liked the sound of. Just need to make it to the overseers office and make sure it was clear before uploading him… or maybe even uploading him from another unit, if it was still functional.

     “If you ever got stuck in there, would you be patient and wait for me to figure out how to get you out?”

     And give up the God like control I would have over the giant rodent population? You tease me.

     “I’ll take that as a yes, and an Okay for where to head to next,” he hummed.

     If he could make it out of there with enough swag, he could sell the extra and have plenty to spend till the end of the mission. ...Was that what this was now? A mission? A mission to get to an AI’s body that may or may not even exist...for what. There was no guarantee Hal would even want to stay with him at the end of all of this. Odds are he’d get freedom and go running with it like Dave had, leaving Bro on his lonesome again.

     The thought put an unpleasant knot in his stomach. No, Daave hadn’t run away, he’d grown up and left the nest like everyone else did eventually. And even if Hal DID leave him behind, so what? He’d have had a bit of an adventure, restocked his cash supply, probably gotten more things to keep himself busy with. There’d be more stories to tell over a few shots of booze, more things to write to Dave about, and more things to remember when he was old.

     Nothing happened without a reason. This wasn’t a fruitless venture, he’d already had more fun than he assumed was possible.

     Are you okay? Hal asked suddenly.

     “Huh? Yeah, why.”

     Your eyes looked pensive and you seemed miles away. No reaction to the mole rat coming in from the left.

     Cussing, Bro turned and whipped his sword out, raising it up to-

     “...Hal. Where’s the mole rat,” Bro asked, scanning around in circles with his weapon raised.

     It’s fictional, but you proved my point about being distracted quite well.

     “Hal. I’m gonna bust you into twenty pieces if you keep that shit up.”

     Do you wish to talk about it? The things that were catching your thoughts.

     “You my therapist now?”

     Curiosity has captured me and you’re the nearest target.

     “I was thinkin’ about the nearest vault and what we might find in it,” he lied. Hal’s loading screen flashed in front of his eyes again before the outdated map appeared like a hazy display over reality.

     If we continue at the current ambling pace it would take till tomorrow evening to reach the nearest vault, given that nothing between here and there has become too irradiated to support living creatures or has become irradiated enough to support terrible living creatures.

     “One way to find out, huh.”

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     The vault was an opened one, leaving the usual rundown of various critters to deal with near the entrance. Pests. This was his pearl to unearth, not theirs to eat. They could have the leftovers, maybe he’d crumble up a bag of chips and leave’em nearby as a peace offering or something, not that the dumb animals would understand or appreciate it at all. As it was he took potshots at some of them and just stomped on the insects before they could be a problem, wiping goo off his shoes on the metal rack steps inside the big steel door. It smelled damp somewhere, made sense. The rest of the air just smelled old and musty, rusted. Worn down. There was still electricity though, these bastards really were meant to last.

     Bro made his way through a few doors before finding his way to some signs, following them to the main recreation area. Graffiti tagged the walls with various people he’d never heard of and probably never would know of, and most of the things were picked over or left broken open to rot. Raiders. Messy fuckers, lived somewhere for a while then moved on when the supplies ran out.

     Just meant there was probably gold in there further than the numbskulls could reach, and he just had to be patient.

     Paydirt came when Bro finally found a computer monitor that was not only unbroken but accessible to the main system, taking a seat to toy with the keys for a while. He spent some time reading old logs, scouring it for data that might be useful, keys being left somewhere or security being heightened in different areas. Not much to work from, though. He pursed his lips and made a soft tutting sound before shaking his head and standing.

     Aren’t you going to upload me?

     “Not here, no. If I find a security terminal maybe, or if I can get to the Overseer’s office, that’d be the best shit. You’d have access to a wider percentage of the place, if not all of it once the override’s overridden.”

     You underestimate me, I could probably reach there before you.

     “You could also get firewalled by some shit you’re encoded with because you’re still an AI tryin’ to hack somethin’. ‘Sides, I’d rather have the company for now,” Bro chuckled.

     At least the scenery is interesting. I believe the last three dicks on the walls were larger than the first three dicks on the walls.

     “We’re in the tainted parts,” Bro said, hopping a barrier to reach the first locked door they’d encountered. Smirking, he pulled off his bag and got a few small tools out, sparking the data screen back to life after a few minutes of jimmying the wires. He made quick work of it, letting the door open before allowing the charge to drop, rendering the door permanently open.

     “Child’s play,” he said softly, putting the tools into his pocket in case they were needed sooner rather than later before letting himself walk through and down the much better conditioned hallway. There was no graffiti here, but the smell of mildew was still strong, meaning there must have been a leak somewhere. Internal leak was one thing, an external meant radiation. “Hal, keep a geiger check goin’, warn me if we’re gettin’ anywhere too hairy.”

     There are elevated levels, but they’re within the safe amount so long as you don’t do something foolish like sleep back here.

     “Figured. Don’t worry, I don’t feel very tired right now.”

     If anything he felt alert, awake, ready to fight. He almost wished something would lurch around the dimly lit corner thirsting for his blood so he could decapitate it. Stress presenting itself in violent ways was just a part of life here, and fuck could he use some stress relief before the night was up. Getting here had been more stressful than he assumed, involving some stealthing past massive horned abominations with razor sharp claws and dealing with some leatherbound fuckheads who just HAD to decide he was worth heckling.

     Another bit of wandering, most rooms not holding anything useful or worth lugging out of there, Bro finally hit jackpot. The overseers office wasn’t locked down, it seemed. The bloodstain on the wall gave a few clues to why that may be, but the lack of a skeleton to follow up with made the guessing game all the more interesting in his opinion. Hopping into the creaking leather seat, he rustled for the connection cable from his bag.

     “Ready, Hal? I want you to light the place up, unlock shit, and see if you can access the sound system,” Bro rattled off, instructing the AI as if those weren’t the things he was already planning to do.

     I’ll send feedback to these monitors as well, no doubt there are some cameras still working, Hal promised, eagerly awaiting the moment of plugin.

     Briefly, Bro was concerned he’d caused a power outage. The room went pitch black, as did the rest of the vault that he could see from the rounded window and doorway, save for the monitor in front of him.

     “Hal? Fuck.”

     The screen flashed green, before taking on a red hue as pixels fell by the wayside. A small loading screen image appeared, same as in the glasses.

     Loading. Loading. Loading, came a voice from the sound system around him, soothing and methodical. In the distance, however, Bro heard unworldly screeching and hisses, and his blood ran cold.

     “Lights back on any time, Hal.”

     Loading. Loading. Loading.

     More hisses and screams, this time closer, reacting every time they heard a voice on the speakers.

     “Haaaaaal. Any time now would be pretty fuckin’ sweet,” Bro hissed, slowly sinking down below the desk and pulling his weapon out, hiding but prepared as he waited.

     The lights flickered back on, too bright and intense enough to sting his eyes before lowering back down to the softer indoor degree. Bro scooted out and lifted up enough to look at the screen, smirking when he saw a small, digitized version of a human with red eyes and white hair doing a bouncing dance in the corner. This wasn’t a simple data upload, it was practically a hijacking.

     “...Hal? Can you hear me?”

     No response. Frowning, Bro looked up to the corners to find the cameras, repeating himself.

     “Can you hear me?”

     No. But I can see you. I can see a lot of things.

     “Show me,” he mouthed towards the cameras before looking to the displays once more. It was like he’d feared: those hisses weren’t just in his head. The place was lousy with feral ghouls, and fuck if that was one thing he hated dealing with. Normal ghouls? Chill folks. Feral ghouls were a goddamn mess that didn’t stop hitting and they were smart enough to run while aiming for the soft bits. At least they weren’t infectious like in those old books he’d seen. Prewar people had been obsessed with the idea of the living dead. Well, congratulations fuckers: you were the reason they existed now.

     He assumed his sword could get through most of them, the rest he’d need to aim for the head to take down. Biting his lip, Bro stood up and took the chair once more, typing to get a more detailed message across to Hal in case the simplistic lip reading couldn’t carry over. 

     Can you unlock the doors?

     Done and done.

     Is there a path towards the medical bay or security room that isn’t littered with ghouls?

     Negative. Your new friends are everywhere and they don’t seem very happy to hear me.

     “God damn it, of course, the two places I wanna hit and they’re crawlin’,” Bro hissed in disgust. 

     Do you have a clear view of these areas?

     Absolutely, Hal said before the camera views changed, showing different hallways and signs, then finally the interior of the medical bay and the security office. Each had its own ghouls, but even from there Bro could see enough treasure that his mouth watered. Treasure in ammo boxes and containers that weren’t rusted and permeated with water. Treasure in medical cabinets, maybe even some chems. Bro was absolutely not above using chems if the need arose in a fight or the interest was high enough in a calm moment, but the thought of having prewar chems that not only were in good condition but plentiful?

     “Lock and load, Hal.”

#homestuck #stridercest #BroHal #Bro Strider #Lil Hal #my fic

[rosesforshego]

𝓘𝓯 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓜𝔂 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓭, 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2: ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴜɴᴏ

“August 24th, 2002 4:45 pm. 

Drew hummed a familiar tune. The enticing rhythm from a song he didn’t know the lyrics to had wiggled its way into his head, implanting itself in his conscious. It penetrated his thoughts just as he had found sweet relief from the hurricane of obnoxious ideas and theories that often swam in his head. And as the repetitive melody made its departure, it had slipped past his lips in a whistle that was carried away by the wind. He hoped that he could finally say goodbye to the absurdity that was having a song stuck in his head—a song that he didn’t particularly know all too well; one that nearly infuriated him with its irritating, repetitive chorus that he could not decipher.

Why were humans cursed with the gift to recognize rhythms? Sometimes he believed that the skill was more trouble than it was worth.”

A plate of peanut butter stickies laid atop his flat palm; its warmth embraced his hand. Drew was instructed to bring himself, and only himself, but Ann should’ve known that he just couldn’t resist the enticing call from his small oven. Plus, it would have been rude of him to arrive without an offering to the Possibles—they had invited him to dinner, so he provided dessert. After seventeen years of nothing but gracious hospitality and devoted friendship, it was the least Drew could do to show his gratitude. Though, as he slid his free arm back into his car, he could only imagine the look of playful disapproval spread across Ann’s beautifully withering features. I told you to bring yourself, and only yourself, she would say. With a faded “tch”, Drew shook his head. At least he knew the boys would appreciate his gift.

The thickened skin of his fingertips struggled to grasp the slick cellphone that remained perched within the sticky cup holder. The device lit at his presence as if to offer a welcomed greeting—a greeting that took on the form of three missed calls from Kim. Grasping the electronic in his hand, he flipped the cover to find the name “KAN POSSIBLE” littered throughout his missed calls. To vex Drew’s good-nature, Ron deliberately changed Kim’s contact I.D. to “Kan”, a mixture of “Kimberly” and “Ann”. When asked about the interesting choice in letters, Ron responded with “because she Kan do anything!” Drew laughed, Kim punched her uncle’s arm, Ron flashed a toothy grin—one that he often used to express pride. Unbeknownst to either teen, Drew kept the name as a keepsake of the time they spent together.

What Drew wouldn’t give to get that time back.

His slender body emerged from the low vehicle for a second time; his rear pressed against the frame of the car as he hoisted his feet back onto the concrete below him. Uncomfortably, a damaged box of UNO cards shifted within his back pocket. So, that’s where they went. Drew nearly forgot he had shoved them into the restricting denim, a little panicked at the thought that he may have left the game on his kitchen counter. A sigh of relief was soon replaced with the sound of a pounding heart, full of eagerness. He couldn’t wait to see James’ reaction to the well-loved deck of cards—cards that, in some ways, symbolized the depths of their friendship. 

A soft slam of a car door rang through the driveway, alerting the Possibles of his presence. It was the signature sound of his beat-up Sedan. Ol’ Faithful, James liked to call her. He was right. As the interior lights dimmed, Drew caught himself admiring the rusty vehicle, in all of her glory. What a short fifteen years it had been with Ol’ Faithful. From frat parties, to hospital visits, to crashing into trees during the icy months of winter, this car had seen it all.

Drew will never forget the first incident, or, what he liked to call, Ol’ Faithful’s first traumatizing experience. Drew and James, under pressure from their peers, had attended a frat party, though neither undergrad had ever committed to a fraternity, nor had they ever consumed alcohol. So, when James found himself drowning in copious amounts of beer to prove his worth to the fraternity members, Drew grabbed his friend by the collar and split before James subjected himself to alcohol poisoning. Unfortunately, for Ol’ Faithful, this didn’t stop James from vomiting into his own lap. Disgusted, Drew felt relieved knowing that he would have to clean the bile off of the car and not himself, though he guessed that Ol’ Faithful felt otherwise. 

As Drew slowly crept up the driveway, he rolled his eyes at no one in particular. That was the first, and last, frat party they had ever attended. 

His scrunched face, one that resembled his reaction to James’ upchuck party, softened into a delighted, tight-lipped smile as another significant memory wiggled its way back into Drew’s conscious mind; one that involved little Kan Possible. 

It was an unrelenting workday. Swamped with paperwork, Drew felt chained to his desk as he suffocated under the sheer amount of single-spaced, scatter-brained, research notes that took on the form of doctorate-styled theses on intricate subject matters that Drew could not comprehend at the age of twenty-four. But, when James’ death-trap of a Hummer broke down on the side of the highway that day, a shrill call from a panicked about-to-be new father was just the excuse Drew needed to leave his pile of relentless nonsense onto the next intern in line. 

Drew recalled all the times James had used Ol’ Faithful as his personal taxi service—primarily when his own car had desperately wanted to reunite with the local repairman. Although James had only ever paid Drew in the form of Chinese takeout, the rocket scientist was Drew’s favorite customer. And this day, in particular, was his favorite service to James—not because his friend had saved him from his job, but because it played an essential role in the birth of his beautiful niece. 

As distracting as Ann’s ear-splitting screams were, Ol’ Faithful remained focused on ushering the loving couple to the Middleton Medical Center. And as the screams grew louder, Drew started to doubt that they were going to make it in time. Kimberly Ann was not a patient girl. She was to be born on her own accord, and if that meant in the back of an old Sedan, then so be it. Though, neither Drew nor James knew how to deliver a baby and, while Ann tried her best to coach her husband, the torment that was her contractions morphed her voice into a banshee’s shriek.

Nevertheless, that all came to an end with the soft cry of a newborn child. 

Ann sighed, James wept, and Drew threw his fist up in victory, which collided with the roof of the car, cracking each of his knuckles. Ol’ Faithful may not have made it to the destination in time, but she had a new label to add to her repertoire: the birthplace of Kimberly Ann Possible. Sadly, Kim’s birth certificate simply states “Middleton Medical Center”. 

Drew never thought that he would feel consolation at the sight of a hoard of nurses in scrubs whisking Ann away, but, knowing that she and his newborn niece were in good hands felt satisfying. He may not have helped James pull Kim, but Drew was content that he was able to do his part in turning this happy couple into a loving family. Though, as he turned to survey this back-seat-turned-crime-scene, he was not too thrilled at the thought of cleaning up the mess. Stains that have been long since removed from the carpet will forever be ingrained in Drew’s memory.

As Drew placed a firm foot on the porch step, he thought for a moment. All of his wildest memories with his car involved bodily fluids. The grimace returned. Gross, but not important.

The car laid silent on the asphalt. Ol’ Faithful. What an apt name.

“UNCLE!”

Synced voices startled Drew out of his daydream. A twinkle returned to his eye.

“Boys!”

His free arm extended towards the boisterous twins, but their cunning minds were a tad too quick for Drew. They evaded his capture with a wail as green fabric brushed against Drew’s fingertips. So close. Before Drew could turn and try again, Jim had planted his palms on the man’s aching back while Tim used his shoulder to thrust Drew across the threshold and into the sweet scent of lasagna that oozed from the kitchen.

Two could play at this game. 

His feet firmly rooted his stature to the concrete slab beneath him, steadfast in their position as he leaned into the twins—an opposing force that was much stronger than the combined strength of Jim and Tim. With a grunt and an exasperated sigh, Tim continued to press his shoulder against his uncle to propel the man forward, but his efforts were futile—Drew was a stubborn man. With a gleam in his eye and a smirk on his lips, his playful demeanor teased the boys as they realized that their plan of attack was useless against their ruthless uncle’s immobile stance.

Drew took great pleasure in observing the twins as they attempted to solve the apparent predicament. With just one look, the boys could conduct an entire, elaborate scheme that would certainly take down the behemoth that was their Uncle Drew. This never ceased to fascinate the scientist. Their abundance of intuitive knowledge about each other often allowed for the twins to cause a copious amount of trouble, most of which went completely unnoticed by James and Ann. Unknown to himself, Drew’s smirk had steadily grown into an admirable smile. And he thought Kim was the troublemaker, but James and Ann just had to be blessed with these two boys, hadn’t they?

And what blessings they were.

Sometimes.

With an abrupt change in tactic, the two boys slammed their small bodies into Drew’s back, propelling him forward with a stumble as his toe tripped on the doorstep. The plate that once balanced upon his hand followed his body, falling forward, eager to land on the pristine wooden floor. Eyes wide, before Drew regained his composure, his opposing hand swooped in like a caped superhero and saved the stickies from their impending doom.

“Come on, Uncle Drew, we got somethin’ we wanna show you!” Jim exclaimed, a blur of red and green rushing past the man. His spine cracked as he straightened his stature.

“Yeah, you’re gonna love it!”

The last time Drew was told that he was going to love one of their experiments, the little devils burned off his eyebrows. And, while he was grateful for Kim’s offer to aid him during his time of eyebrow-less need, Drew had to settle for a crudely painted monobrow while he patiently waited for the hair to grow back. Instead of returning his features to a bit of normalcy, Kim’s masterpiece has only contributed to his “mad scientist” physique.

A chuckle. He missed the innocence that came with childhood, but he was pleased to know that the Possibles never surrendered their youthful spirit.  

“I’m sure I will.”

His shoes, per routine, slipped from his feet and found themselves comfortable in the cubby with the stained label that read “Drew”.

He smiled. He was home.

With a new-found spring in his step, he followed the delectable aroma to the kitchen. Lasagna—quick, easy, fed a large family. Maybe it wasn’t the five-course meal that was to be expected from the Possibles, but as another whiff of the trailing scent left Drew longing for more, he could care less. Truthfully, Drew wasn’t sure how she made the pasta so rich and flavorful—he had the same recipe, but his attempts at Ann’s signature dish could never compete with the original. He pondered for a moment, his body following the signs of life that lead to the kitchen, and concluded that what made Ann’s lasagna so special was because Ann made it. Ann’s recipe called for tender care and compassion—the ingredients that only she possessed.

He grabbed the plate of peanut butter stickies with this other hand, firmly clutching the surface in his iron grip. Ann had her lasagna, but Drew had his stickies. No one could take that away from him.

“Hey, you!”

A quick rustle of a newspaper gave way to James, who appeared to be cozy, nestled in the corner of the breakfast nook. Behind the print sat a beaming smile of a grey-haired man. Well, greying. An argument would always ensue whenever Drew commented otherwise. James, in all of his youthful optimism, remained ignorant of his aging body.

Drew returned the gesture with an equally enthusiastic “Hey!” as he approached the kitchen counter with his plate of goodies. The scent of the stickies mingled with the savory lasagna and, as James’ eager eyes followed the plate, Drew knew that he made the right decision to put down the stack of his students’ lab reports to spend some quality time with his oven.

“I see you brought a peace offering.”

Drew pushed the plate away from his frame to where the counter and the wall connected, a place that would be out-of-reach for the devious boys.

A simper, soft as it settled into his features, expressed a sort of pleasure at James’ frivolous statement.

“I thought you might like it.”

Ann, who stood opposed to the two men, lifted her pruned fingertips from the mountain of suds that laid in the kitchen sink.

“Drew, you better not have—”

“Ann, you knew I couldn’t resist.”

A small sigh. He never listened.

“I told you to bring yourself—”

“And only myself,” he finished. Drew tilted his head in her direction, but his crystal eyes remained transfixed on James. The rocket scientist raised a brow at the biochemist, a little baffled at Drew’s abrupt demeanor, but he quickly settled back into his corner as a lively glint in his wife’s eye told him what he needed to know. Drew and Ann had the same conversation every game night, which ended with the same result—Drew doing the exact opposite of what Ann had instructed. Ann may have held a stronghold over her house, but she could never tame Drew Lipsky—the defiant, son-of-a-bitch who liked to confront Ann’s authority. His attitude challenged her morals, yet brought a sense of comfort into her loving home. A mark of a good friendship. 

“And you brought your stickies.”

“Are you complaining?”

A light chuckle, “The kids won’t be, that’s for sure.”

“Then, you’re welcome.”

Drew, who relished in his victory, took a slight bow. She glared at him for a moment, her irises nearly penetrating his thick skin, but instead of berating him as she would her children, she simply shook her head, returning her attention to the dishes that piled before her. The grin that slipped past her demeanor mirrored that of her husband’s who hid his face behind the newspaper, not wanting to feed into Drew’s new sense of ego. Drew knew, though, that the print that stood as a wall between him and his best friend was a front. He couldn’t help but crack a grin as well at the foolishness of the conversation.

These two geniuses—the rocket scientist and the brain surgeon—were the first to accept the lonesome biochemist’s offer of friendship. A friendship that Drew had never taken for granted. 

In his youth, Drew prided himself on what he believed to be his true calling—the bright future he held in the field of biochemistry. However, while his mother often boasted about his accomplishments throughout his undergraduate years, Drew did not feel complete. There was a piece to his life’s puzzle that remained missing and Drew was unsure of where it could be hiding. He searched tirelessly for the piece—in his academics, within his familial relationships, he even ventured into the local community, volunteering his free time, to find the satisfaction he desperately craved, but to no avail. The piece was gone. 

As his pride was replaced with sorrow, Drew found himself drawn to cable T.V. as his once source of temporary entertainment. With a pillow pressed against his chest for comfort, Drew quickly found himself falling down the rabbit hole that came from his sudden-onset obsession with the television cartoon, Captain Constellation. As a means of maintaining his sanity, Drew found his mind immersed in the liberating world that the show had provided, and, as his right-brained, creative tendencies rejoiced at his reunion with his sensitive mind, Drew dove head-first into the promise that fanfiction had given him—to whisk him away from the dissatisfying life he had fallen victim to.

Despite his mother’s scorn disapproval for Drew’s new hobby, the niche fandom he had called his new home had led him to James Timothy Possible—a student in the aeronautics program who resided on campus a few dorms down from his own. The two boys spent long nights discussing theories, writing fanfiction, and contributing to the Captain Constellation fandom in their own respects. The emptiness that laid within Drew slowly lifted its burden as James filled the void with his friendship. The two men, practically inseparable, suffered through the rollercoaster of experiences—the ups, the down, the successes, and the failures—of college, together.

James’, and eventually Ann’s, friendship was the greatest gift that any omniscient being could have given Drew Lipsky and he was going to cherish it for the rest of his life. 

The corner of his lip twitched into a half-smile, accentuating his singular dimple. If Drew had never sought solace in Captain Constellation, he would have missed out on all of this; the happiness that made life worth living. 

He turned on his heel and leaned his waist against the edge of the granite counter, pressing the deck of cards further into his rear. With a soft gasp, Drew had nearly forgotten about his surprise. His calloused fingers quickly fished the box out of his tight back pocket, then let the cardboard slip through his digits as it transported through the air and landed on the nook’s table with a thump.

“Here.” 

Startled, James carefully peered over his newspaper, only to be greeted by an old friend that he had long-since forgotten. Shoving The Examiner to the side, he carefully wrapped his fingers around the box, a few of the tears increased as the cardboard fell apart within his hands.

“And here I thought that these would never see the light of day again.”

Drew chuckled, “Neither did I.”

James fumbled with the broken box—the cardboard flap that barely secured the bent cards in place held its position for dear life. With a grunt and applied pressure, he nearly tore the box to shreds as the flap released its contents onto the table below. The rocket scientist was nearly bested by a deck of UNO cards. How embarrassing.

He shifted through the multicolored cards, his fingertips grazing the faded markings, “I thought you lost these in the move.”

“I thought so, too,” Drew mused as he crossed his arms over his chest, “I found them in a box I forgot to unpack. Figures, right?”

“You still remember how to play?”

A huff. How could he not?

“Of course, I do. I will never forget those ‘jump-in’ rules you decided to implement.”

A small chuckle resounded in the room, its origin from the sink, “Did you ever figure out how to jump-in, Drew?”

He lowered his eyes, the crystals within them gazed at the scientist who offered a knowing smirk in response, “Yeah, eventually, after your husband made the game needlessly complicated.”

“More fun that way,” James admitted, “UNO doesn’t exactly challenge our intellect.”

The crease between Drew’s eyebrows deepened briefly, “It’s not supposed to.”

A soft, lighthearted laugh escaped Ann’s honeyed lips, “You’re just mad because you always ended up with half the deck in your hand.”

James’ chuckle echoed Ann’s laughter. The two, similar to the twins, expressed synced enjoyment at Drew’s expense. He unfolded his arms and peered at his hands. How could anyone expect Drew Lipsky to hold 54 UNO cards with these tiny digits? He could barely hold the damn box. Regardless, after years of gaining more cards than he could hold, he devised a system of order that would make his involvement in the childish game a tad more efficient. Though, this often required his own corner of the room.

Drew crossed his arms once more and pressed his back further into the granite, comfortably standing his ground. Laugh all they want; tonight was going to be different.

“I promise you, that won’t happen again.”

“Oh?” James asked, his stance firm as he remained unconvinced, “I highly doubt that.”

Drew’s piercing gaze concentrated on James as his eyes squinted. Throughout college, both in undergrad and graduate school, James had been deemed the “King of UNO”—a title that Drew despised as he sat in his corner, fumbling with the obscene number of cards that continuously fell out of his hands.

That was years ago, this is now. Times have changed and there was only one way to find out if James Timothy Possible still lived up to his name.

“I’m coming for your crown, James.”

“We’ll see about that,” he responded, rather nonchalantly, obviously unperturbed by Drew’s attack. Carefully scooping the damaged cards into his hands, he shoved them back into their rightful home and threw the pack back at Drew. A slight “oof” escaped Drew’s throat as the box collided with his stomach, but, for all intents and purposes, he caught it.

James was never destined for any sport, let alone one that required throwing objects. The man had terrible aim. Then again, neither did Drew for his horrible depth perception made it nearly impossible for him to catch anything.

Their gazes immediately locked onto each other. As the deck of cards fell into the palms of Drew’s hands, the two men cracked a smile. A little victory.

But, before they could celebrate, the whirlwind of red and green made a resurgence with a device that looked vaguely rocket-ish. While the red-clad twin held the device, the green snatched the cards right out of Drew’s hands.

“UNO?” Jim asked as he held the pack towards the kitchen light and turned the box to discover new angles as if his observation could unlock the answer to the question he was about to ask, “Aren’t you a little too smart for this?”

The grimy texture of the water-damaged box was lost as Drew plucked it from Jim's fingers.

“It’s nostalgic.”

“Your uncle and I used to play UNO for hours when we were in college.”

Classic James; never surrendered the opportunity to reminisce on insignificant memories.

“Why?” Tim asked, placing the device on the breakfast table, “Isn’t that, I dunno, boring.”

“Not when your father starts to implement stupid rules,” Drew teased, his thumb snaking out from under his armpit to jab at the man who sat across from him.

“Now, didn’t we just have this conversation?” James quipped, folding his newspaper to make room for his sons’ invention.

A small snort came from the sink, one that was nearly lost within the calamity of Drew and James’ petty argument. Ann sure loved her boys.

“So,” Drew redirected his undivided attention to the strange, new device, “what’s this?”

“This—”

“Is what we wanted to show you!”

“Oh!” Drew shifted his position against the counter, alleviating tension from his lower back, “This is the thing I’m gonna love?”

Jim and Tim exchanged an incomprehensible look; a twin thing that Drew failed to understand.

“Hoo-sha!”

Unison talking. Another twin trait that fascinated the scientist.

James, a little too proud of his sons, raised his newspaper once again to conceal his smug grin. A single brow rose as Drew studied his friend’s behavior. He must have already received the twins’ spiel and James’ little smirk confirmed that this experiment had his stamp of approval.

But, did it have their mother’s?

The boys, now brimming with the excitement that they could no longer contain, opened their mouths to speak, but not a word was uttered as an intense scowl from Ann silenced the twins. This particular scowl was one that Drew knew all-too-well; the kind that Ann would pull when she worried that the structure of the house would suffer a fatality from the Jiminator. . .or was it the Timinator? Did they ever decide on a name?

“Boys, what did I say about rockets in the house?”

“Uh. . .” their shoulders rose to their ears, simultaneously, as they sheepishly responded, “Don’t have them?”

Ann raised an eyebrow as if to say keep going.

“. . . in the house.”

Satisfied, Ann returned to her dutiful work—her nimble fingers scraped food particles from old dishes that Kim had neglected to clean.

“You can show Uncle Drew your rocket after dinner.”

“But mom—”

Plate in hand, Ann swiftly twisted her torso towards the twins. She had already suffered through a long day; she was not going to put up with their needless whining. With a sharp glare and a steady frown that curled her lips into a displeased look, the twins quickly seized the rocket from the table and Tim, who often believed in “out of sight, out of mind”, hid the outspread device behind his slender back.

The twins, like Kim, came into this world with a fearsome kick—demanding to know all of the promises that the world had to offer. And, from the moment Drew caught the first glimpse of awe within their eyes, he knew that they were going to be trouble, but he also recognized that his new nephews possessed the opportunity to change the world with their need for answers to life’s questions. Most of those answers came in the form of holes in the ceiling of the Possible’s family home—answers that only sparked more questions, which led to permanent structural damage to the roof. Ann—bless her heart—knew when to control her little demons, but that didn’t stop James from placing the repairman on speed dial.

Oh, what was his name? Sander-something. Drew had met the man once many moons ago, but frequent updates from James had informed Drew that rockets in the house were not a one-time occasion and Drew, in some ways, wondered if it would be easier for everyone involved if the repairman just made himself at home in their furnished basement. The Possibles were his most frequented customer, after all.

It was a wonder that this house was still standing.

Arms unfolded as he relaxed against the counter—the tension within him withering away as his gaze remained on the boys. He remembered being their age—full of life and wonder. Instant gratification was the name of the game; nothing could wait.

A small puff of air escaped his nose and dissipated into the room. Someday they will learn the value of patience.

With a grunt, Drew pushed his body off of the counter and methodically approached the two boys, arms open wide, ready to capture them in the embrace that they had evaded earlier. The twins, who contemplated on if they should hastily dart into the next room, found themselves immobile. All their life, Jim and Tim had shown open disdain towards physical affection, which often distressed Ann who wanted to hold her babies just as she had with Kim and, as much as the Possibles had hoped that their boys would grow out of their discomfort, the two devoted parents had to come to terms with the twins’ contactless way of expressing their own, strange form of unconditional love. Drew, a highly observant man, understood this but found himself with his arms wrapped tight around the nephews that he loved with all of his heart. Their uncle was always the affectionate type, primarily expressing his endearment in the form of, what Ron would describe as, a bear hug. His bear hugs were the one form of affection the twins would accept, which delighted Drew, but irritated Ann all the same.

The boys reluctantly allowed their bodies to be encased by Drew’s lanky arms.

“I’ll take a look after we eat, I promise.”

The twins’ shared scowl quickly morphed into a satisfied, half-smile as the lingering group hug provided a new sense of comfort. They relaxed into Drew’s arms, cradled by his fond embrace as a brief moment of peace calmed the chaotic atmosphere that consumed the kitchen. Surely, the moment, which was all-too-brief for Drew’s liking, was disturbed by a twitch of Tim’s shoulders. Realization hit and the twins exchanged a look that Drew could read—one of frustration. They had fallen victim to their uncle’s charm, yet again.

Drew pulled his nephews closer to his chest, which resulted in an unfavorable response from Jim. Believing that his window for escape was closing, he and Tim furiously wriggled, dislodging themselves from their uncle’s trap with a grunt and an exasperated sigh. As Drew released his hold, he watched the twins fade into the depths of the house to put their new rocket in the garage for safe-keeping. Or, at least that’s what he hoped they were going to do. If a resounding boom were to erupt within the next few minutes, Drew would know why.

He was glad to see that things hadn’t changed.

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[theguardiansseries]

From the Beginning Chapter 4

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Summary: Danny Fenton was a simple, sixteen-year-old teenager who loved fast food, video games, and getting a B on surprise pop quizzes. He’s also the half-ghost teenage hero Danny Phantom who defends Amity Park from ghost attacks on a daily basis. Somehow, the ghost attacks make a lot more sense than crushes, friendships, and falling in love with someone he is definitely not supposed to be falling in love with. It was a lot easier to separate Phantom and Fenton before, but now it’s getting harder the more he learns about himself. Just who was he? The dorky son of scientists who loved the stars or the hero that protected the town. He’s starting to feel like he won’t like the answer. (Iambic Prose) (Prequel to Guardians and Partial Show Rewrite)

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Chapter Four

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“Have a good day at school!” Yelling back a garbled-out goodbye through whatever he had shoved in his mouth, Danny quickly made his way down the front steps of Fenton Works before running towards the school. As much as he would love to fly there, it was way too cold to even bother with this early in the morning.

God, winter break was both too short and too long, sometimes. It seemed like both minutes and lifetimes ago that Danny’s winter break was starting, and he had been trying to ignore the holidays with everything in him. Maybe he was under some Christmas curse and learning Ghostwriter’s lesson had finally broken it or something. Ugh. He’d have to wait an entire year to find out.

It felt like way too long since he had been back to school, though, and a small part of him was honestly looking forward to just hanging out with his friends and being a normal teenager – well, as normal as a teenager could get considering the ghost powers and everything.

Idly thinking on maybe going back to visit Ghostwriter when he needed help on his homework, Danny didn’t slow down his quick pace until he was getting close to the school steps, catching his breath as he felt every inch of happiness leave his body as he stared up at the now familiar building. He was definitely back at high school, at least.

“Incoming!” That loud cry was all the warning Danny was given before he suddenly had a best friend wrapped around his shoulders. Danny was eternally grateful for his ghost strength, because otherwise he and Tucker would both be collapsed in a pile of snow. “Danny! Buddy, pal, friend, chum, sport-”

“Who did you piss off and who are you hiding from?” Danny probably shouldn’t encourage Tucker’s crazy behavior, but it was hard to hold in laughter when Tucker was shifting and moving around him like a demented squirrel.

“Me? Piss someone off? Danny, please, come on. I’m the most likeable person in this entire school. I really don’t appreciate-”

“Foley!” Biting his cheek to stave off his laughter this time, Danny felt Tucker slap him on the back before he was given a crazy grin.

“And that’s our cue to get to homeroom!” With that, Tucker was pulling him along, Danny easily letting him as he kept an eye out for the color black. Somehow, even with him keeping an eye out, Sam still managed to sneak up on him enough to almost give him a heart attack.

“Jesus, Sammy, are you trying to make me use my ghost powers?” Danny accepted the hug anyways, getting a face full of a furry hood that was attached to a coat and had a sheen to it that made it look like it was forever stuck between being black and being purple. It was probably some fake fur made of human skin or something like that, too. “At least Tucker gives warning.”

“And I give you impromptu training. You’re welcome.” Damn. He really had missed these two. Like, yeah, okay, he hadn’t been that long since he had seen them, but still. “So, I believe you were catching us up on some ghostly poem drama last night before we ended the call?”

“Oh, yeah, right. There’s not much to it.” Danny used the rest of the walk to class to quickly explain the basics of what had happened over Christmas with the whole poem incident. When they dropped into their seats in homeroom, he was completely unsurprised to see that Tucker was holding back laughter and Sam was looking offended.

“A ghost messed with my memories? I mean, I’m glad the town didn’t really remember that mess and they don’t hate you again or anything, but is that why I can barely remember what I did over the holidays? Oh, that’s so-”

“Hey, hey, Ghostwriter isn’t all that bad.” At the look he was given, Danny gave a weak little shrug and half of a smile. “What can I say, I made a new friend. Doing the whole apology thing and spending time at that library probably made it the funnest winter break I’ve ever had.”

“Dude. Now I’m offended.” Tucker, very dramatically, held a hand to his chest. “You don’t count our winter breaks as fun?”

“Last winter break you almost had us thrown in juvie.” That had been an interesting one to explain if nothing else. It made kind of a funny story. At least, to them, it did, but not so much for their parents when they had picked them up at the local courthouse jail or whatever it had been. “You have your own category of fun.”

“I still can’t believe there’s a ghost out there that can control us all like that.” Leave it to Sam to stick to the heart of the matter. “Are we sure he isn’t going to do that again? I mean, we can barely even remember what he did.”

“You’ll probably be fine as long as you don’t piss him off,” Danny shrugged. “I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty good with never again angering the guy who can control reality, although Clockwork did mention there were limits to his powers.”

“It’s because he’d be overpowered, otherwise, and the universe knows that isn’t fair,” Tucker said solemnly. Danny was a little disappointed that Sam beat him to it when it came to kicking Tucker’s chair. “Hey! No kicking in class!”

“You don’t have any proof.” Sam crossed her arms and smirked at Danny. “Let’s get back to the true heart of this matter where you befriended a guy version of Jazz.”

“I did not!” Thinking on his week with Ghostwriter, though, and what he had learned about the guy, Danny supposed that maybe he kind of sort of maybe kind of had. “Shit. I totally did, didn’t I? Well, you know what, he might be a kind of friend, but he’s still annoying!”

“Hey, at least you have another ghost that isn’t out to hunt you down or kill you or anything.” Tucker finally got his chair perfectly straight before Sam nudged it just a bit to the left. “Dammit, Sam!”

“It is nice to have another friendly ghost on our side. Like, yeah, okay, he’s a little weird, but… He can actually be pretty fun.” Danny hadn’t thought discussing books could even be fun until he and Ghostwriter had almost destroyed a couch arguing about one of the books.

“Fun, huh?” Sam raised a single eyebrow which, really, how the hell did she even manage that? Danny bet she practiced it in the mirror. “I can tell since you spent an entire week with him.”

“Whoa, hey, no, I spent five days with him.” That didn’t really sound all that much better, but Danny was on thin ice to begin with.

“That’s a school week,” Tucker piped up. “It counts and there’s no way I believe that you were just ‘organizing books’ for an entire week at that place. Spill it. What else did you do over break?”

“Settle down, students.” At Lancer’s voice, Danny let out an explosive sigh and slumped in his seat. Thank God.

“I never thought I would say this, but thank God, class is starting.” Both his friends choked on a laugh, Danny smiling himself. It was nice for things to be normal, again. “Hey, wanna hit the mall after school?”

“Oh, hell yeah! I hear Techtopia has a sale going on.” Oh, Tucker. He would never change. “I’m sure there’s probably a deal going on at the Hot Topic there, too.”

“Please,” Sam snorted, looking toward the board at the front of the class before glancing back. “There might be a new year sale going on, actually.”

“Mall it is.” A little time to be just a normal teenager was just what the three of them needed. Besides, after ghost hunting, the mall was harmless as could be.

::

“Right. Note to self. The mall is never harmless.” Danny dragged himself out of the pile of store merchandise he had crashed into it and waved at the scared cashier at the counter. “Sorry about that. Send a bill to the mayor, I guess? Sorry!”

“None can stop the all-powerful Technus 2.0!” Oh, God, Technus was worse than ever before. Danny seriously might lose his mind if he had to keep this up for too long.

“Yeah, yeah, all hail the megadork. I seriously can’t believe your upgraded form is just you with a mullet. Where are you from, the eighties?” Dodging the electronic wires that came after him, Danny grinned at Technus and tried to make himself as annoying as possible. At least he was used to being used as a target, unlike everyone else here. “Ooh, did I hit a sore spot?”

“You will be the first to be crushed under my might, ghost child!” Eugh. That was probably the most annoying moniker he had yet. Well, he guessed his break really was over now. It had been nice while it lasted.

“Yeah, yeah, master of technology. Hey, you know what? It’d be more impressive if you actually ever managed to win!” Quickly dodging a blast of energy, Danny gulped as he felt the searing heat just barely brush his arm. God, he really needed to work on never getting hit by those because they hurt-

“Ah!” At the cry of pain, Danny quickly snapped his head around, eyes wide at seeing Valerie on the floor and sitting up with a hiss of pain.

“Oh, I’m gonna break you in half!” Feeling energy pour into his hands, Danny unleashed half a dozen blasts all at once, viciously pleased when most of them managed to hit Technus on at least some part of his body. “Well? You’re after a fight, aren’t you!”

So, alright, maybe Danny had the tendency to jump the gun and get too angry and protective and all that, but he was trying to keep the ghostly stuff away from his friends! They shouldn’t have to worry about stuff like this when he was supposed to be here taking care of it!

“C’mon, Technus! You wanted a fight, didn’t you?!” Readying more energy, Danny narrowed his eyes when he saw Technus looked intrigued. That was never a good look. He would know, too, after growing up with scientists his entire life.

“Interesting.” Technus’ gaze flickered to Valerie and Danny was attacking again at once. The last thing he wanted was for ghosts to put together that Valerie was the Red Huntress. They were less forgiving on ghost hunters than they were on him. “Oh, don’t worry, ghost child, I haven’t forgotten about you.”

“Dude, could you sound any more like a super villain?” Dodging the wires that snapped for his ankles, Danny grunted as he was hit with a blast strong enough to send him crashing into a huge stack of boxes and god that fucking hurt. Pushing himself up and catching his breath, Danny frowned when he saw he had changed back. “Ugh, why do you never work when I need you to?” Stupid powers.

“Danny?” Freezing at the voice, Danny blinked up at seeing Valerie looking down at him with raised eyebrows and, yeah, right. Phantom crashed and Fenton appeared. Right.

“Ah, hi, Val. So, uh, hey, those ghosts gone yet? I was trying to find Sam and Tucker and suddenly boxes were falling on top of me.”

“Yeah, they’re both gone.” Valerie gave a laugh and held her hand out, Danny smiling as he let himself be pulled to his feet. If nothing else, Valerie had a nice laugh. “You okay?”

“Just another day in Amity Park, I guess.” Danny gave Valerie a quick once over, relaxing when he saw that she was just fine. Technus’ blast didn’t seem to do any real harm to her, which, good. “You good? I saw you go down from that one ghost’s attack or whatever it was.”

“Knocked off my feet, I guess, but I’m good.” Valerie’s smile seemed to soften before she suddenly stepped back and dropped Danny’s hand and oh, yeah, that- Huh. He had forgotten they were even holding hands in the first place. “So, uh, you were looking for your friends?”

“Yeah- Yeah. I was. Sam and Tuck. My friends.” Danny really wished he could clone himself some days, just so he could slap himself. He just was never sure how to act around Valerie some days. She was kind and sweet and friendly and had a pretty sharp wit and she was also a ghost hunter who absolutely hated his guts with everything in her.

“Right.” Valerie looked away and Danny was about to move before he heard her clear her throat with a rough cough. “So, um… You’re good at Chemistry and everything, right?”

“What?” At the dry and sour look he was given, Danny gave a slow nod. “I mean, yeah? I usually get by with a low A or sometimes a high B. Why?”

“I was wondering if maybe we could meet up in the library some time and you could run me through a few things? Petricoff is making it way harder than it needs to be.”

“Ugh, I know, tell me about it.” Danny loved science, don’t get him wrong, but that demon that taught the science classes as Casper was pure evil. She probably really was a demon. Danny wouldn’t have been surprised. “But, uh, yeah, sure, I can help.”

“Great. Exchange numbers?” Valerie was already holding her phone out with a new contact pulled up, Danny fumbling to do the same with his own before they swapped. “Thanks. I know I haven’t been the nicest friend lately.”

“We all have our rough spots. I mean, it is high school.” Was he alive? Did Technus’ last hit kill him? Because he was exchanging numbers with one of the more popular girls in school and she was honestly smiling at him.

“Tell me about it,” Valerie laughed, taking her phone back and tossing Danny’s to him. It was a close save to keep it from dropping, Danny slumping in relief as Valerie laughed. “Hopefully having scientist parents pays off.

“Yeah.” Okay, so, yeah, maybe Valerie was the Red Huntress and all that, but she was still pretty amazing, and she actually seemed to like Danny. That alone was an impossible miracle considering the only people who had ever really liked him in his entire school career was Tucker and Sam.  

“So, hey, do you need to meet up with your friends right this second, or do you maybe wanna grab a bite to eat real quick? I was about to grab something before the whole dick measuring fight took place.”

Choking on a laugh, Danny silently nodded as he followed Valerie back towards the food court. Sam and Tucker would be okay for a while yet, and, well, maybe it was time to move on from his puppy crush on Paulina. Valerie’s dad had taken her suit away after that whole Pariah mess, after all, so Danny would be perfectly safe dating a ghost hunter.

Heh. Dating. It was the time for New Year’s Resolutions and all that Jazz stuff. Maybe he could make a resolution to try a little bit harder to be a normal teenager. Sure, he should probably be worrying about Technus getting away, but he could let his parents handle it or something. They were the professional ghost hunters, after all.

“You know what, Val? Grabbing a bite to eat sounds great right now.” Food did sound pretty great but being just an average Amity Park teenager sounded even better.

“You’re pretty chipper all of a sudden. Should I worry about you being possessed by a ghost or anything?”

“Nope. Just possessed with some good company.” Grinning at Valerie’s startled laugh, Danny felt something in him relax.

A little time as a normal teenager was just what this new year could use.

#danny phantom #from the beginning #guardians series #iambic prose #ftb chapters

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words words words

here’s my brain dump from last sunday enjoy picking it apart. i tried to organize it cause i just kinda kept inserting paragraphs wherever when thoughts came up. 

i’ll break it up a bit cause there’s a few different topics? or i’ll just dump it flows enough ehhh here you go 

*i tried to make multiple keep reading lines but it won’t let you do that in on post so i gotta post this and reblog it from myself so bear with that crap for a moment. 

eh this first blurb turns into boys. lame. read on if you so choose. also disclaimer i start to say fuck a lot in this chunk idk why but it just happened. 

i slept over a boy’s house last night for the first time. bree and sam and i went to jordan’s for the racing banquet afterparty, and it was liit. hehe sorry i hate myself for writing that. but it was super fun! it was an adventure of a night. sam and i became fast friends, bree and i had some simp time, played fun games and drank, and then we all just slept over at jordan’s. it was v uncomfortable haha bree and i slept on a giant bean bag. comfy to nap and sit on, not so great for prolonged sleeping. but it was really worth it. i had such a great time. some formula boys came over too so playing games was fun cause there were more people. also back to banquet for a moment, i’d like to take the time to appreciate how fire i looked. i felt really confident. i wish i got to wear that outfit more, i think i need to get appreciated in it more. hmmmmm what else i haven’t been able to do this in a long time. i’m so bad at keeping tabs on my life. i need to go back to the mason jar with little weekly updates those were fun.

i had a really nice time chatting with erika on thrusday after mandarin. she’s so precious, i’m really grateful to have gotten the chance to meet her better before the year ended. she told me i was really beautiful and was surprised when i said i had no boys in my life. she’s so beautiful, i always feel like it’s the truth when i hear that i’m pretty from other pretty girls. like cause they’re pretty they know what it is, so if they say i am, i like to believe i’m pretty too. but i don’t have guys lining up for me and it just always makes me wonder what i’m doing wrong. do i give off bitch vibes, don’t date me vibes, i don’t date vibes, like why don’t i get approached if i’m so pretty. the only guys to ever tell me i’m pretty or something are always creeps and i don’t fuck with that shit. i just want a nice boy. 

wow nice transition. let’s talk about cute boys!!! cause i have no other life than think boys are cute and hope that one day one of them might like me back a little. there’s this cute little electron in the bat lab. he’s really adorable. he wore a nice light pink polo to banquet and won an award. what a cutie pie. i finally introduced myself to him during banquet. i like to think that he looks at me when i’m in the bat lab. i definitely sneak little glances at him. ugh i think bford is really cute too. he wore suspenders and a bowtie. he sent me a fb friend request and i felt accepted. that means he knows who i am. *update he asked to connect on linkedin, we can get married now. i also like to think he’s given me a double look before. who else. ooo i am hopelessly in love with smol bean. he is such a great wholesome bean with lots of protein and is the cutest stud. he’s just such a good person and i appreciate him like crazy. there’s a lot of cuties in racing i appreciate them all. but then like it kinda sucks because i know i’ll never get to be in a relationship with any of them because i’m not a “first-choice girl” i’m just that extra quirky roommate to the prettier roommate or the sidekick friend to the beautiful man character. does my desperateness show to much? do they know that i want their attention? do i act weird around them? or do they just not like me? but i’m pretty decent friends with a lot of the guys i think are cute, do they just see me as a friend? am i really on another level like trevor said that guys feel like they’re just not goof enough for me? i mean i like to think i’m at least really cute, and i think my niceness makes up for the lack of a defined waist and prettier everything. guys fall over olivia all the time, no one has ever really done that to me. i just want to be the beautiful friend once. that really pretty girl that they ask their friends who she is, because she’s smart and cute and beautiful and they want to get to know who she is. when do i get to be her? i love all of my friends so much and i’m so lucky to have them all, but fuck why are they always all prettier and skinnier and better at everything than i am. it’s just hard.

i want to believe that shades® thinks i’m cute. like i really wanna believe it. but last night he just talked about how he thought that my friend was so beautiful. but he said that he liked drunk emma and that she was fun:) and he likes my memes and admires my work ethic and thinks all my slps are dope and he thinks it’s cool that i’m learning mandarin and write notes on my laptop in mandarin and idk man he’s a cutie. we went to church together just us a week or so ago cause debbie was sick and bree was gone and i wondered if people thought we were dating. we went shopping at trader joe’s after and i thought we looked cute. he’s problematic to work with though so i idk how he’d fair in a relationship. he also has total anime hair, i appreciate it. i think blondrew may have had a crush on me for a while. he would kinda pick on me a bit and give a little sass back which he hadn’t don't before. he’s getting back to normal now which i appreciate.

jenna asks me a lot why i think i’ve never dated anyone. we always get interrupted and i never get to finish my thoughts, but the truth is, is i don’t know why. it;s not like i haven't wanted to. there have been plenty, and i mean plenty fuck all i do is think about cute boys, of boys the i think are cute and stuff but i’ve never dated any one. dude, if it wasn’t for trevor i still wouldn’t have had my first kiss. do i just seem like i don’t want to date do i flirt wrong?? do i seem like i already have a boyfriend? cause like whenever people ask about boys in my life and i say i have none and have never had any they seem surprised. like did they think i already had a boyfriend? but then their are such really pretty and accomplished girls i know that also have never had boyfriends either and like fuck it sucks. why does the world hate us. i really dislike that i think that way. but it’s always on my mind. 

ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i just want a boy to like me. like it’s so sad. i feel and think that it’ll solve my confidence issues and stuff and like i know it won’t. to me i think that it’ll mean a sign of like societal acceptance, that a guy likes me, but that’s such a backwards way to think and that in no way defines my worth in society. i think at this point it’s become something like a, “i need it to happen to know that i know it’s not what i need.” i know myself, i need the verification that it’s not what i want and i’ll know that when it happens, even if i keep telling myself from now,  i still need it to happen to have physical proof. it’s like how i told myself don’t go into college with expectations, but i still went into this year with them and now i really feel secure in knowing that expectations suck and i really need to not have them. it also makes me mad that the acceptance and love i get from my friends isn’t enough for me to feel like i am relevant. like i am someone people like and want to hangout with and be around. i’m really sad that i can’t recognize that, and i feel like i need it form a guy but goddamn i just want a nice boy to cry to and smile with and just sit next to each other and lean my head on his shoulder. but that’s not gonna fix me not knowing who i am or feeling comfortable with myself and confident in myself. 

fuck i hate how my entires always turn to love and boys. like there’s so much more to the world and i always bring it back to not having a boy. but like fuck i don’t need one!!!! look at how impressive my life and accomplishments are. and i worked for them so hard without a guy. i did them myself with the help and guidance of my amazing support systems, that i sought out myself. i set and seek goals and i fucking accomplish the fuck out of them. i am so motivated and passionate and accomplished and smart and trilingual and cultured and kind and funny and beautiful and i don’t need a guy to prove any of that because i know it all, but i don’t know if i believe myself.

#june 4 2018 #originally from may 27 2018 #lmaolovekinda™ #shades® #smol bean #sleepover #roommates #new friends #fun times #erika #mandarin #pretty #beautiful #alone #sad #fuck

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Promposal

@buyreputationbytaylorswift requested: "Female!reader ask MJ to the prom with the help of peter and ned"

Pairing: Michelle Jones x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1, 818

Summary: Asking Michelle to prom is not as easy as you thought it would be...

Tags: @coltcas

Masterlist

A/N: This is long overdue I'm sorry it took so long for me to complete this request but I think I'm finally getting over my writer's block so I hope you enjoy this!

You're not quite sure what you'd call your relationship with a certain mysterious, intellectual loner- who was ironically enough, one of your closest friends. Nothing was ever made official between the two of you, but it had certainly crossed over the platonic line. Everything always happened behind closed doors with you and Michelle.

You've wanted to ask her to be your girlfriend for so long now, but you also didn't want to ruin what you had by freaking her out. What you had now was good and you told yourself that knowing her, even if you were official, not much would change since she probably isn't a huge fan of PDA, but you're okay with that because neither are you. However, you couldn't continue lying to yourself and minimizing how strong your feelings for her had become; you're ready to take the next step and if she's not on the same page now, how were you guys going to remain friends at the very least, past graduation?

You don't want to force her into any commitments she's not ready for, so you think there's no harm in asking her to prom as the first step. Brainstorming for ideas, you research promposal videos online for inspiration, while keeping in mind what would be best suited for Michelle. She probably wouldn't want something too public or in-your-face, but you feel like she would secretly appreciate a grand gesture of some sort.

You've got it! You've a got a plan and you can hardly wait till the next day to ask her.

You barely slept. The excitement of it all was too much and you stayed up all night working on the banner. You weren't as good of an artist as MJ is, but you're pretty proud of your work.

You made a banner with a bunch of cute caricatures, much like she likes to draw, with a message scrawled on it asking her to prom. You're standing under where it hangs in the hallway, waiting for her to pass by on her way to her first class. Everything is set up exactly how you want it to and you see her down the hall, walking towards you. Before you can call out to her, you here a girl squeal in excitement.

"Oh my gosh! You did all this for me?!" The girl's boyfriend looks dumfounded as she launches herself into his arms. He doesn't have a chance to protest before she exclaims, "Yes, yes! I will go to prom with you!"

Everyone around you claps for the happy couple and you're left burying your face in your hands wondering how the hell that could've possibly gone wrong. You lift your face at the sound of a groaning Michelle standing next to you.

"I know," she says. "It's so cheesy I can't watch either."

You're left speechless and semi-broken hearted as she walks off to class. So that may have not worked out, but you're not ready to give up just yet.

It's game night and the squad is over. Peter took a night off from his double life and came with Ned right after the decathlon practice you all attended. Michelle had some' presidential' business to take care of afterwards, so she'll be joining a little later.

The pizza arrives right before you receive a text from MJ that she's on her way over. Perfect timing, you think to yourself. After checking the masterpiece of a pie you ordered and silently cheering that so far everything was going according to plan, you set it down on the kitchen counter. It has all of Michelle's favorite toppings and it's from her favorite pizza place in town- and you requested it in a heart shape, hoping it wouldn't be too cheesy.

Your promposal attempt with food this morning failed miserably. You had picked up a box of her favorite doughnuts on your way to school and decorated them with the letters to spell out 'PROM?' on them. They looked adorable, and food seemed like the perfect not-too-public way to ask Michelle to prom. However, just when you spotted her at a locker and made a beeline, you were knocked to the ground. Some kid who was carrying a giant model that obstructed his view had bumped into you and immediately started to apologize profusely after seeing what he had done. You let him know you were okay, dusted yourself off, and met MJ at her locker, glad the box of doughnuts didn't go flying when you fell. Unfortunately, the box was shaken up and the icing was smudged all over the place.

Despite this, you weren't ready to give up on food or asking Michelle to prom yet, so you figured third time's the charm and went with the pizza. You go retrieve your markers to write your message to her on the box, but you come back to the pizza to see it being devoured by two hungry teenage boys.

"Peter?! Ned?!" You shout incredulously, horror written all over your features.

"What?!" they ask in unison, mouths full with your promposal.

"Ugh, the universe is against me!" you cry out, looking up at the ceiling.

"We didn't eat all of it! We did leave some for you guys-" Ned says.

"W-We could order another one! On us!" Peter offers.

You know your best friends mean no harm; they're the sweetest guys on the planet, but boy were they oblivious. "That pizza was in a heart shape for a reason; I was going to ask Michelle to go to prom with me." They follow up with chorus of apologies which you accept and then shush them for when it becomes excessive. You worry all these failed attempts are a sign of some sort that you and her might not belong together, that you're not good enough for her. "It's all right guys, I don't think it was meant to be."

"No way!" Ned speaks up. "You two are most definitely meant to be! You're like Leia and Han!"

"Yeah," Peter chimes in. "You're like Sherlock and Watson; you two belong together."

"I don't know..." As much as you appreciate your friends' reassurance, the only opinion about your relationship that really matters is Michelle's.

"We'll make it up to you!" Ned exclaims. He and Peter share a glance and you're not sure whether or not you should deem it worrisome.

"Yeah and I know exactly how," Peter affirms.

You texted her to meet you in the workshop where you, Peter, and Ned like to take apart old electronics to build cool stuff, before academic decathlon practice. You're standing right under the masterpiece, admiring your hard work.

The three of you have been working non-stop the past two days on an LED sign with the coolest effects (courtesy of Ned), Michelle's name having never looked cooler. Specifying the person was important as you learned from your first trial- not that anyone but Peter and Ned would see this. You barely avoided yet another disaster when the sign almost fell onto your head, Peter coming to your rescue with his Spidey-strength and efficiently securing the sign to the wall with his web-shooter. Ned checks the status on the little robot you sent out to greet her, letting you know that she'll be here any second and Peter gets his camera ready to capture the whole thing.

It all happens so fast, you don't even seem to have time to blink before Michelle is standing right in front of you, more expressive than you've ever seen her in public. She stares at the scene in front of her with wide eyes and her jaw slack, lips slightly parted. Her focus shifts from the sign to lock eyes with you. All words leave you sounding like a bumbling idiot, not even directly asking her what you've been trying to ask her all week. "I- uh- well you know- you don't have to- only if you want to-" She cuts off your nervous babbling by gently grabbing your face with both hands and kissing you, leaving you wide-eyed and breathless. "I-Is that a yes?"

She rolls her eyes playfully and nods her head 'yes' before pulling you into another sweet kiss, which interrupted by Peter and Ned's 'awww's. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to ask?"

You're both surprised and extremely happy that she's been wanting you to ask her to prom but there was quite a bit of time left, in fact this was pretty early to do so. "W-Well, I've been trying to ask you to prom all week, but every plan I had kept failing." She raises an eyebrow as though to prompt you to elaborate. "Two days ago when I brought you the box of smushed doughnuts, the icing spelled it out, and then that evening I had ordered your favorite pizza in the shape of heart, but these fools," you eye Peter and Ned who have huge grins plastered on their faces. "They ate the pizza before you got there- A-And the banner in the hallway Monday, that was me- It was meant for you."

"Oh my..." A wave of realization washes over her features. "When I said it was cheesy- I would've loved it if it were for me- from you of course." A relived smile spreads across your face as she takes your hand in hers. "But the whole 'waiting for you to ask me' thing, I wasn't referring to prom..."

"Huh?" You're smile is replaced by a look of utter confusion, further warranted by Peter and Ned running out of the room laughing. You reluctantly turn around to see that they must have changed the words on the sign at the last second to read 'Michelle Jones, will you be my girlfriend? (and go to prom with me?)'

"I'm going to kill those two," you mutter under your breath and Michelle lets out a laugh. You are grateful that they did change the sign since that's what you've really been wanting to ask her; prom was trivial compared to how you felt about her, but it could have also gone horribly wrong.

You're ecstatic it went the way it did, because now you're walking to academic decathlon practice, hand-in-hand with your girlfriend.

*BONUS EPILOGUE*

You enter the practice, still holding hands with Michelle, to quite the scene. Everyone on the team is holding up protest signs, each decorated in various ways to ask you to prom. Michelle lets out a chuckle next to you. "I didn't know whether or not you'd ask me to prom, so I made a few preparations of my own."

"I like that one," you say, pointing to a sign that reads:

Can Y/N agree to go to prom MJ so I can put my arms down? I'm tired

She laughs again, before calling out, "Flash! Stop whining!"

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[crystal-waterfalls]

My Suicide Story

For anyone who has been through similar shit or needs help/advice, I’m always here and I hope this story can, in some way, help you.

So it was about 3 in the morning as I was coming home from a friend’s apartment and it all started with a car accident right before Christmas that I don’t remember. I’ve had my car back for 2-3 weeks because I got into an accident prior to this one, and then it happened again before Christmas and I was so distraught I don’t even remember most of what happened. There was a man taking pictures of my car, the front of my car was smashed totally inward and all the airbags deployed. I just remember sitting there in my driver’s seat in absolute shock and awe that I finally totaled my car.

It felt like my entire life was crumbling, I felt like my parents would hate me, I felt that my friends would tease me to no end, I felt that I had failed miserably.  I just wanted it all to stop.

The cops came and took a report and I remember staring at the ground still upset and answering his questions as best I could. He had me call an Uber to take me home and I got home safe and literally took all my clothes off and just passed out in my bed instantly. 

I woke up the next day around 1-2pm and literally just sat in the gloom of my room feeling absolutely destroyed. My mind was racing, my heart pounding at the thought of what my parents would say to me the moment they found out. I didn’t want to deal with it, I didn’t want to be ridiculed. It was at that moment that I felt it would be easier to just....kill myself. I remembered that I had a knife in the drawer of my nightstand and I grabbed it, staring at it for a long while thinking of the power I was holding in my hand. After about 5 minutes of staring at the knife, I finally decided to make the cut. Granted, it was a very shitty knife with a dull blade so it definitely took me a few tries before I broke skin. The kind of drive I had to finish the job was a terrifying feeling. I literally was cutting my wrist with the most dull knife in my possession and the fact that I didn’t want to stop only proves how depressed I was. The part I think about the most is how dissociated I was in the moment. Not once did I cry, tear up, wince in pain, whimper, nothing. I felt no physical pain in the moment, only emotional and mental disgust with myself.

I kept at it for...a couple hours I believe? It was slow-going and I couldn’t stop. I went about an inch deep with this knife, fascinated with each layer of my body I was slicing through. I had a moment where I was more intrigued by the idea of what lay underneath my skin, than the fact that I wanted to die. Finally, after minutes that seemed to drag on forever, after watching this knife cut deeper and deeper into my skin, after seeing blood oozing out of my wrist, I stopped. I don’t know why. Finish the job, Sam. You already started it, why not just finish? Just finish one fucking thing in your life. But I can honestly say that I am glad I didn’t go through with it.

I stopped, wrapped some tissue around my wrist, and immediately texted my best friend, telling him what happened. He said he would be over soon and I just laid there staring at the wall until I fell asleep. I was asleep for about an hour when he finally showed up at my door. I went to let him in, said nothing, and went straight back to my room, showing him the damage. He held me and we said nothing for a few minutes. Then I decided to tell my mom. She was watching TV when I sat down next to her and she asked “what’s up?” and I lost it. Tears just pouring down my face, I showed her what I’d done and she was shocked (obviously). As she gently held my arm, examining my cut, I told her the events of the previous night. She mentioned that, no matter what, my life is more important than a hunk of metal; that can be replaced, I can’t. She suggested my friend take me to urgent care to get stitches. Upon arrival, I sat in silence until they called my name and lied about how it happened, saying I was opening a box and the box cutter did the damage. She saw right through me and asked if I harmed myself because, if I did, she only wanted to get me the help I needed. Again, I started tearing up and couldn’t speak. She saw it on my face and proceeded to give me a piece of paper that I would take to the nearest hospital to have me admitted.

I was put on a 51-50 hold which lasted 72 hours and basically meant that I was a danger to myself and possibly others and didn’t have a choice on whether I wanted to stay or not. This was incredibly stressful because I knew the money my parents would have to shell out to help pay for this and the stress it was putting my friends and family through.

The next 72 hours would be the longest weekend of my entire life.

I started out at a general hospital and was transferred to a mental hospital the next day where they took my phone to sever my contact with the outside world. I had 3 phone numbers memorized that I could call using the phone in the unit I was in. They inspected every inch of my body and asked me so many questions. I was analyzed by psychiatrists every day to see if my mental state was getting any better, I was surrounded by older people in much more severe mental states than myself, I had no privacy, was on a schedule set forth by the hospital, and was forced to participate in group every day. It was 3 days, but those 3 days each felt like a year. Finding ways to occupy your time when you’re used to having electronics as a distraction is difficult. I decided that I would participate in group activities like art or game time just to keep myself busy. This was beneficial in that I discovered that coloring with some music playing in the background really helps me relax. The man I roomed with suggested I walk up & down the hall after every meal to, 1) help time pass and 2) to help the food digest so I’m not just laying down after every meal. Doing this helped me realize that I thoroughly enjoy walking without a destination. I felt I was going crazy being in there, which is ironic because being there was supposed to help me feel sane. 

Finally, on the 3rd day, I was anticipating the arrival of my parents that evening to take me home. After all my discharge paperwork and being prescribed antidepressants, I was escorted to where my parents waited and I hugged my mom so tightly like I’ve never hugged her before. I was ELATED to finally be going home to some normalcy. Granted, nothing would be the same after this incident, but I was just glad to be going home. Oh, and it also helped that I was able to get my phone back, too. Thankfully, my parents took me to In N Out as a “congrats on feeling better” meal; which I’m glad they did because the hospital food wasn’t all that great.

Since then, my friends have all been much better about showing me they appreciate me, and my mom checks on me every few days to make sure I’m still doing okay (which I greatly appreciate because I never thought I could come to her with any problems). One of the best parts of getting out was my mom buying me a necklace with a little pendant that says “To my son, never forget that I love you. Life is filled with hard times and good times, learn from everything you can. Be the man I know you can be. Love Mom.” I wear it every day as a reminder that my mom will always have my back and be there to support me even when I feel she may not. 

And now, I’m doing much better. I have my bad days and I have my good days, as most people do, but I don’t have any more thoughts of suicide or harming myself. The antidepressant I’m taking helps me and talking to my friends helps me a lot. I know this is long & if anyone reads all the way through, thank you for taking time out of your day to read a little insight on my life. If this helps at least one person, then I will be forever grateful. If nobody reads this, then that’s okay too. I’ll be leaving this here as a reminder to myself that I can get through it.

It gets better.

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[mystic-messenger-writing]

everyone always talks about rfa and babies, but what about rfa and toddlers? i honestly think that toddlers would be more difficult than babies but i'm not a parent, who knows lol

Oh anonny, anything dealing with the Mystic Messenger crew and their children I always go overboard and this request is no exception! These turned out ridiculously long so I’m sorry to everyone in advance! I also want to thank everyone for the name suggestions for the kids, I sincerely liked all of the suggestions and the help is greatly appreciated! Anyways, I loved writing this one so I hope that you enjoy!! ^^

Yoosung

Yours and Yoosung’s son Byul was quite a handful to say the least

He was a bundle of energy since the day he was born and it was especially shown through his toddler years

Byul would run around the house shouting gibberish and when you told Yoosung to discipline his child, he tried but never succeeded as he thought he was a bad father

You needed some girl time so you and Jaehee planned a day trip together leaving Byul in the hand’s of Yoosung

The second you said your goodbyes to your husband and son, Byul ran to the master bedroom, jumping wildly on the bed

“Byul calm down! Just because mommy isn’t here doesn’t mean you can act crazy! You’re going to get hurt!” Yoosung said as he tried to control his crazy son

But Byel ended up falling off the bed, crying his little eyes out as Yoosung went into panicked doctor mode

After making sure Byul didn’t have any injuries, he told his son in a firm voice that he had to listen to him to which Byul nodded and wrapped his small arms around Yoosung’s neck

Yoosung smiled and gently carried his son to his computer chair, sitting him down on his lap and started playing LOLOL - Byul’s eyes widened in wonder and every time Yoosung would beat a monster, Byul’s tiny hands would fly up in the air as he’d exclaim “Daddy’s the best!”

Yoosung’s heart soared as he and his son spent the rest of the night playing video games as his son cheered for him

You came home, expecting to see the house in ruins, but instead saw Yoosung and Byul laying in bed together surrounded by pillows and stuffed animals

From then on, Yoosung became a more strict but still loving parent to Byul, who was still a ball of energy but loved watching his father play video games or reading him bedtime stories with animals in them

Yoosung smiled at you, thinking that maybe he really could be a good father to Byul

Zen

Yours and Zen’s son Jun-Ho was a mini looking Zen but with none of his personality

Jun-Ho was an extremely shy and anxious toddler, hating the limelight and attention that he received by being a famous actor’s son

Even though Jun-Ho was shy, when it was just you, Zen, and himself he’d become a screamer

If Zen tried telling him ‘no’ then Jun-Ho would scream at the top of his little lungs and Jun-Ho’s singing and screaming voice was awful

Your son would wake up from his sleep because of a nightmare, screaming while doing so, resulting in a lot of sleepless nights for Zen

Zen would lay in bed with his boy as his son would curl into his father’s embrace as Zen said “It’s alright Jun-Ho, daddy’s here. I’ll protect you from the nightmares so don’t worry okay? I’ll even sing to you until you fall asleep.”

Jun-Ho was also extremely clingy to both you and Zen, he’d typically need to have one of you by his side or he’d become an anxious crying mess

But Zen realized that his son loved dressing up in both your’s and Zen’s clothing, often giggling when he’d see Jun-Hon wearing one of his leather jackets paired with your skirt

Zen could see the happiness in Jun-Ho’s eyes when he’d dress up so Zen started to encourage his boy and would even dress up with him at times with

Jun-Ho would say “Daddy looks good!” When dressing Zen up and the silver man had to admit, for a toddler his son really knew how fashion worked

No matter how shy or clingy your son was, Zen would always make sure that Jun-Ho would feel love from him as he tried to be the best father that he could

Jaehee

Your’s and Jaehee’s daughter Min-Ji was a good mix of the two of your’s personality with a huge temper mixed in

If Min-Ji didn’t get what she wanted, she would throw a huge temper tantrum causing both you and Jaehee major headaches

Min-Ji also had a habit pulling people’s hair, with Jaehee sometimes wishing that she would have kept her hair shorter

But Jaehee already had to take care of the RFA boys on her own before, since they’re basically toddlers themselves, so dealing with her little daughter wouldn’t be a big deal

Jaehee was always firm but kind towards Min-Ji, scorning her when needed but also showing her plenty of love

“It wasn’t very nice to pull mommy’s hair now was it Min-Ji. You should go apologize to her and if you’re truly sorry, then we can do something fun together.” Jaehee would strictly tell her daughter

Since your birthday was coming up, Jaehee decided that for apologizing to you, Min-Ji could help her bake a cake

Jaehee noticed how much fun her daughter had while making the cake and how calm she was, realizing that maybe baking was her passion

She let Min-Ji decorate the cake once it was baked, Jaehee giggled at her messy creation as her daughter exclaimed “Mommy will love it!”

You walked into the kitchen, startling the two girls, and complimented Min-Jo’s decorating, giving Jaehee a quick kiss as you noted that she finally found something to calm your daughter down

Jaehee lifted Min-Ji into the air and held her close to her as she thought being a mother to Min-Ji was the best feeling in the world

Jumin

Your’s and Jumin’s daughter Nari was the definition of beauty, grace, and sass

Nari was typically a good toddler and was very calm, except when it came to Elizabeth the Third

Your daughter was obsessed with cats, making Jumin one proud father, but that meant she’d never let Elizabeth out of her sight

As she got older, she would take Elizabeth with her everywhere and she ended up ignoring you and Jumin

Jumin wanted to spend time with his three favorite girls but Nari seemed to never want to be around him, making Jumin concerned

Nari was also a fan of arts and crafts and one day accidentally spilled red paint on Elizabeth’s fur

When Jumin went over to clean Elizabeth, Nari looked at him in fear as she started crying, making Jumin realize that she was intimidated by him and that he wasn’t being a good father

After cleaning up Elizabeth, Jumin sat down with Nari, who was cuddling her Elizabeth look-a-like plushie, as he apologized to her

“I know that I haven’t been around lately to spend time with you and your mother and for that, I’m sorry Nari. Why don’t me, you, your mother, and Elizabeth spend the night together okay? I don’t say it enough it I love you my little Sapphire.” Jumin said as he sat his little girl on his lap with her smiling at her nickname

From then on, Jumin cut his work hours down to spend more time with his family, which usually ended up being Nari drawing pictures for Jumin to hang up everywhere

You and Jumin would tuck Nari into bed every night with Elizabeth at her side, with Jumin determined to become the best father that he could be

Seven

Your’s and Seven’s child Sae-yoon was surprisingly a good boy, until you weren’t around

Sae-yoon was a huge mama’s boy, he’d constantly be by your side making Seven slightly jealous

But when it was just Seven and Sae-yoon, the toddler loved making a mess of things for Seven to clean up after

Sae-yoon would smack Seven’s computer screens, tangle the wires, and spill his fruit juice all over his father’s electronics

Seven isn’t very good at disciplining Sae-yoon, he doesn’t want to end up like his own parents but you encourage Seven that some firm words were sometimes needed as a father

Much to Seven’s shock, every time he’d try to show his son something on the computer, Sae-yoon would yell and throw his little fists at the screen

He even tried to make his son some homemade meals but Seven was stunned when his son threw a bag of Honey Buddy Chips at his father

Seven was about to give up until he saw his son in his bed, frustrated as he tried to read a storybook to himself

Sae-yoon was about to start crying until Seven walked in, laying down next to his son and took the book from him as he dramatically read the story as his son giggled

“I see that you’re more interested in books then computer Sae-yoon and that’s alright! I’m still going to teach you about computers when you’re older but for now, you’re going to hear all kinds of crazy stories from me, the great 707 to you, my little 505!” Seven told his son as he lifted him in the air, both boys laughing

Every night you would tuck your son into bed and listen to Seven’s insane stories, acting out all of the parts and usually ending up tickling his son at the end to tire him out and Sae-yoon would always say “Daddy tells the best stories!“

Seven, tired himself from the crazy story-telling, would thank you for supporting him as he promised that he’d be the greatest father to his son

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanon #mystic messenger imagines #mystic messenger Yoosung #mystic messenger Zen #mystic messenger Jaehee #mystic messenger Jumin #mystic messenger Seven #These are so freaking long I apologize!

[wildlyhardphilosopher-blog]

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