I LIVE
And I come baring Phoenix
Phoenix and Moose are besties that just so happen to do couple-y things
They cuddle when either one is upset or needs someone
They kiss bc they can
Sometimes they fuck because they don’t want the other getting too pent up
They go out for dinner sometimes because the other deserves to be treated
It takes Graves being like “Are you two official yet?” For Phoenix and Moose to realize they’re acting like a couple
Take this as you will
-🔥
Being so close really confuses everyone. Were they dating? It looked like it. None of the Shadows confirmed or denied it (did they even know?) and Graves didn’t even blink when it was brought up to him. He’s been dealing with that how long now? Of course he’s not fazed.
They were so, so close. Then there was a distance, it was almost immediate. Phoenix to start keeping his distance, feeling awkward around Moose. It had to be because of Roach, now Moose’s official boyfriend. Whatever closeness Phoenix and Moose had seemed to crack away, probably Phoenix respecting his teammate’s relationship.
Maybe they had a talk and things changed over night. Whatever happened, no one who knew was saying anything. Graves was acting as he did before, unfazed. Moose was himself though there was a distance in his eyes. He still considered Phoenix one of his best friends, still sought him out to talk, hang out, rant with.
Maybe the entrance of Roach really was the cause of change. Or maybe it was something else… no one knew, no one was sure if they would ever know.
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Losing your mind with a dance [an Umbrella Academy Five Hargreeves Fanfiction reposted from my AO3]
he twirls with extreme grandeur, losing himself underneath the bloody red sky, littered with bits of pink, and blue. ash and dust twirling similarly in the atmosphere (or what was left of it).
a wide grin stretched across his face as around him the island-like slab of what was left of the world started tearing itself into shreds. the sound of concrete cracking and the rumbling of death itself filled his ears.
he held your left hand with his right, his dominant hand clutching at your waist as your dominant hand clutched at his. his siblings were screaming and pleading with the two of you to stop and head into the portal with them.
and quite frankly, he didn't care.
you were there—no. you were here, he didn't need anything more, or anything less.
was this love? intoxication? or was this simply him, losing his mind to you… to this dance… and to the universe crumbling around him.
don't save the universe.. maybe that old man was right.
he danced, while still fucked up beyond recognition, he was as graceful as a swan on calm, sparkling water. keeping a smile on his face the entire time.
yells and pleads came from above him—specifically from an overhead balcony that had full access to this last dance.
but he didn't listen, and frankly, he didn't want to, he only wanted you. he only wanted you, and this dance to the end. he was losing his mind, and he didn't mind whatsoever! he didn't care, he didn't care at all, he only cared about you.
he loves you.
and that's all he needed.
he laughed.. loud, obnoxious, and pitchy. it would sound like a perfectly normal laugh for someone of his physique, his age. but unless you were listening carefully enough, it would be easy to miss the solemn—you could even say–deranged tone in his voice. the tone that showed how much he really felt as though he lost it all. which wasn't far off as he had already lost his family, his childhood innocence, his sanity….. and now, he was going to lose the love of his life.
“hey, but at least we're going out with a bang!” he remembered you telling him just a few hours ago …..
they were going to end it all… together.
he suddenly stopped, making you look at him with confusion.
he smiled, causing you to smile back.
his smile was warm, genuine, kind, friendly, and breathtaking. it gave you butterflies.
you held his face, and he held yours.
he took a quick glance up at the balcony and saw as his siblings had gone.
good. he thought.
they got out.
and he laughed, and he weeped. and holy guacamole—he's fucking insane!
this wasn't.. intoxication. this was love! this was pure love and ecstasy and feelings that were abnormal but felt completely right!
as his utter insanity took over he started dancing once more, now feeling his skin get hot and scratchy and ouch!— he felt like he was on fire!
but it felt good, not in a weird perverse way- but a satisfying pain that made him forget about the everlasting tightening of his chest as he looked at you, from the tips of your toes, you had started turning into dust. slowly peeling away into nothing.
next, he stole a glance at your face, which held a manic smile to which he had grown fond of.
you made him feel safe.
you made him feel as though all his problems had simply melted away.
you look down at his feet—ah, it seems as though he has started crumbling away as well.
and to be honest, it didn't hurt as much as he thought it would. but his chest still felt like it would explode any second.
a bark of laughter escaped his throat as he watched the love of his life hold him in a close embrace as you crumbled away into nothingness with a single tear running down your cheek.
it was his turn to shatter, and he simply couldn't hold his feelings in anymore as he burst out into a loud, hoarse—probably from all the laughing—scream. he screamed and threw profanities at the all knowing, quote-on-quote 'all forgiving' being. sure, he looked like a madman but who's there to judge? there is quite literally nobody there. so he continued screaming and crying and fucking cursing at all those who wronged him, to all those who made him like this.
his ears were ringing from all the screaming, his vision had black splotches all over, his chest tightened and tightened until—
everything turned black.
suddenly, everything came back. he was on tile flooring, feeling vibrations in the air ring in his ears. air rushed into his lungs as he folded into himself in a coughing fit.
finally he opened his eyes.
an elevator?
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things people do after having a nightmare that isn’t crying
struggle to catch their breath
grab onto whatever’s close enough to ground themselves in reality
become nauseous / vomit
shake uncontrollably
sweat buckets
get a headache
things people do to combat having nightmares if they occur commonly
sleep near other people so they can hear the idle sounds of them completing tasks
move to a different sleeping spot than where they had the nightmare
leave tvs / radios / phones on with noise
just not sleep (if you want to go the insomnia route)
sleep during the day in bright rooms
things people with insomnia do
first, obviously, their ability to remember things and their coordination will go out the window
its likely they’ll become irritable or overly emotional
their body will start to ache, shake, and weaken
hallucinate if it’s been long enough
it becomes incredibly easy for them to get sick (and they probably will)
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