#| bowling buddy. (ben) |

[tieronecrush]

seven minutes in heaven (the bathroom)

frankie morales x f!reader

rating: E (18+ only, MDNI)

summary: it's your roommate ben miller's birthday and he's invited the special forces guys over and asked you to invite some of your friends. the night comes down to a throwback game of seven minutes in heaven. you've been into frankie for months, so when your name and frankie's are pulled together, you can't help but wonder what can happen in seven minutes?

word count: 2.9k

warnings: mentions of a break up, alcohol use/drunkeness (benny), grumpy frankie, use of pet names (mariposa, hermosa, cariño), dirty talk in spanish (i hate conjugations so pls let me know if anything is wrong lol), mirror sex, unprotected sex, breathplay? (mouth gets covered), pls let me know if i am missing anything

“You gotta be kiddin’ me, man. Why are we playing this shit? We’re all grown adults,” Frankie huffs to your right in the small circle in yours and Ben Miller’s living room. His arms are crossed over his chest, gray t-shirt pulling taut at his shoulders. Warm brown eyes are rolling up to the ceiling under the brim of his Standard Oil hat that you swear is glued to his head — you’ve never seen him without for as long as you’ve lived with Benny — and it works to hide the luscious dark curls that fight to peek out around it.

“Oh, loosen up, Fish! We’re all here to have fun, so just play the game. Everyone here’s agreed to it, and it’s my fucking birthday so you have to do what I say!” Benny leans forward next to you on the couch, projecting his voice toward Frankie and gesturing vaguely around with his hands while his words start to slur together.

You laugh softly, patting Ben’s shoulder and nodding your head to get him to lean back on the couch again instead of trying to get in his friend’s face. Truth was, the prospect of this game did stir up some nerves in your stomach, even as an adult, but you wouldn’t dare go against Benny’s birthday wishes. So, you’re stuck playing Seven Minutes in Heaven with his Special Forces buddies, his brother, and a good mix of your friends that Benny has…taken a liking to.

It was one of the perks he got excited about when you’d come to him, a bit desperate, needing a place to live when your long term boyfriend of four years broke it off with you and asked you to move out. He agreed to have you in his guest room for the foreseeable future until you could scrounge up enough for rent somewhere on your own, and that first weekend he begged to throw you a “welcome party”, which was his ploy to get a bunch of your friends over for him to chat up.

That was a few months ago now, and it happened to also be the first time you met Frankie — Catfish to the Special Forces guys.

And since then, it’s been months filled with tension between you two, awkward interactions and quick touches to pass him drinks or him scooting behind you in your tiny kitchen when he was over. It was always heated with you two, electricity flowing with a current and waiting for a spark. But Frankie was a gentleman, never assuming or overly forthcoming, and you were, well, rusty. Not dating in four years really throws you for a loop when trying to hook up with someone.

Frankie’s eyes meet yours when your laugh reaches him, a flash of excitement evident in the widening of his pupils. A smile stretches across your face at him, shaking your head.

“Probably don’t want to go against this birthday boy, Frankie. He’s not afraid to guilt you into things, or worse, just bother the shit out of you until you do what he wants. Plus, nobody has to know what does or doesn’t happen behind the door.”

Ben whips his head towards you with an exaggerated shock in his face, Frankie’s chuckle low as everyone else laughs.

“Don’t give him any ideas about not fully immersing in the game. He’s just bein’ a grumpy old bastard.”

Benny turns away from you as Frankie rolls his eyes again, the birthday boy pulling out two names from the bowl in the center. It ends up being one of your friends and Santiago, which earns a cheer knowing his suave reputation. Once the two are back in the bathroom, the younger Miller brother sets a timer on his phone and everyone gets to chatting and drinking again. You and Benny argued back and forth before the party about using the other’s room for the game, finally deciding to use the hall bath for sake of neutrality. And clean sheets.

A handful of rounds have come and gone, people returning with smirks or poker faces, everyone trying to pull out any information from the participants. You have yet to go, and it’s the same case for Frankie. Benny’s been choosing the names for everyone, hiding them close to his chest and throwing them back in the bowl to be selected again.

You watch Ben pick out two new slips, reading your name off of the first one. Echoes of your quickening pulse thud in your ears, heat rooting across the nape of your neck. Ben’s eyes dart to Pope as he looks at the second slip of paper, and your stomach drops with disappointment from the high hopes you didn’t realize you had. Your own eyes fall to your lap as you wait to hear Santiago’s name out loud, molars biting the inside of your cheek to attempt to swallow your small pill of upset.

“And Fish.”

Your vision fills with Ben’s side profile, your stomach now doing somersaults as nerves begin to take over. Your mouth dries, tongue pushing against the roof of your mouth and sucking in your cheeks to try to conjure up any saliva. Frankie seems nearly as surprised, or is it nervous? Contempt? He’s hard to read at the moment; the only clues into his reaction are the split second of widened eyes and rubbing his palms up and down his denim-clad thighs before he stands and looks at you.

The hooting and hollering start when you get up from your spot on the couch, small steps leading Frankie and yourself down the hallway away from the party and into your bathroom. Nothing is said as he closes the door and locks it, his large frame turning back to face you across the small tiled floor while he leans back on the door’s surface.

His eyes lock on you, pinprick shocks following their wake as he takes you in from head to toe. There’s still a neutral expression on his face, hands slipped into his front pockets. Your own gaze fixed on your tray of makeup at the side of vanity, anxious fingers reaching out to fidget with a lip gloss. The silence in the room is deafening, the muffled sounds of the group only filling the dead air so much. After what feels like an eternity, you can’t take it, clearing your throat and speaking up.

“We don’t, um, obviously don’t have to do anything.”

You’re still not looking at Frankie when you hear his gruff voice respond.

“Is that what you want, mariposa? To do nothing?”

He grabs your attention with the nickname, a swirl of butterflies batting their wings wildly in your gut when you take in a new expression on his face. Tender eyes with a flirty smirk. Pushing off of the door, his strides take him only two steps before he’s in front of you, hand pulling his hat up and the other raking through his hair in a nervous twitch. Your lower back presses into the edge of the countertop, mouth blubbering like a fish as you try to formulate a sentence.

“Cause, if I’m honest, I don’t want to do nothing,” Frankie’s hand finds the counter at your side, one arm brushing against your shirt. His other reaches for your cheek, hovering over close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating off of his palm, “I’ve really wanted to kiss you since I met you. Can I please do that, hermosa?”

“Yeah, you can, Frankie,” comes out breathy and pathetic from your mouth, half a whimper as you wait for the moment you’ve thought of since you saw him in your kitchen.

In an instant, Frankie’s lips are on yours in a gentle but confident kiss. His hand has found your cheek finally, laying passively before it grips tighter and tilts your head back to give him more leverage over you. The embrace turns heady, his mouth slanted into yours as the two of you move together quickly to make up for all the lost moments from months prior.

When his tongue melds against yours, a soft moan slips out and is swallowed into his mouth. The noise pushes Frankie toward you, close to the point that his front is pressed entirely against you. You can feel how hard he is, the way his bulge digs in against you sending another moan out of your mouth. His large hands leave their places on your cheek and the counter, grabbing fistfuls of your hips and your ass. Frankie pulls away enough to speak against your swollen lips, short and demanding.

“Up.”

With one effortless lift as you jump, you're seated on the countertop, and Frankie’s kissing you hard again. Your own hands rest one on his shoulder, the other reaching to take his cap off and discard it on the ground, fingers combing through his hair. An arm wraps around your lower back, tugging you across the cool stone surface to the edge. His other hand grips the back of your thigh, pulling your legs further apart to slot himself between them, grinding himself against your clothed center. The feeling of pressure on your clit makes your head fall back from his kiss, a whimper pulling out of your chest as your hips work to catch more of the feeling.

“Y’know, I’m pretty sure we don’t have much time left before someone’s gonna be banging down the door, but I want you so bad right now, hermosa.”

Your head drops forward again, staring into Frankie’s eyes that are very clearly blackened with desire even in the low lighting of the bathroom. Licking your bottom lip, you nod quickly and mutter out.

“Fuck me, Frankie. I don’t care how fast or rough you need to be, just please fuck me.”

A groan comes from him at your words as he grabs you again, dragging you off the counter to stand on your feet again. His hands on your hips turn you around to face the mirror, making eye contact in the reflection.

“Take your shorts and panties off for me, cariño. Gotta be quick.” He winks at you, a light smack to your ass before he pops the button on his jeans and drags the zipper down. You do the same with your denim shorts, dropping the material along with your underwear to your ankles, stepping one out.

Behind you, Frankie has pulled his pants and boxers halfway down his thighs. One of his hands finds your lower back, gently coaxing you to bend forward on the counter. His other set of fingers prod through your folds, a breathy moan coming from him as he feels your wetness.

“This all from me kissing you, hermosa?”

“Nah uh. It’s from just being in the same room as you all night.”

“Mmm, you’ve wanted me that bad, angel? Should’ve said something. We could’ve been having lots of fun these past few months.”

“I was—I was shy.”

Frankie shakes his head as he looks at you in the mirror, a devilish smirk on his face.

“Don’t think you’re shy now, cariño. Eres una chica traviesa (You’re a naughty girl),” his fingers slip into your entrance for a few ticks, a gasp fogging the glass in front of you as he pulls them out, “You ready for me, mariposa? Might be a lot to take.”

He winks with a smug look on his face, messy curls hanging over his forehead and framing his face.

“Francisco, just fuck me already. We’re losing time that you could be inside of me.” Your frustration bubbles over out of impatience. He waits for another beat to tease you, and when you open your mouth to complain again, he drives his cock into you.

His smugness was granted — the way he’s filling you up completely is unlike anyone you’ve had before.

As if he knew your reaction before it happened, his hand covers your mouth to muffle the loud moan that jerks out of you. Frankie wastes no time, his thrusts starting fast and hard from behind.

“This what you wanted, mariposa? Wanted me to fuck your hard and fast? A mi chica le gusta sucio, no? (My girl likes it dirty, right?)”

Your response is stifled by his hand, the only sounds in the room Frankie’s low voice and the slap of his thighs against your ass. Your eyes screw shut at the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of your walls quickly, the head of his length brushing that extra sensitive spot inside of you.

“Nah uh, cariño. Eyes open. Want you to watch me fuck you like the dirty girl you are.” Frankie’s hand squeezes your ass tightly, a yelp coming out of your mouth from behind his hand. You open your eyes and look at him in the mirror, sweat building on your forehead and your exposed collarbone. He makes eye contact with you in the reflection, his hips fucking into you rougher.

“Fuck, don’t you look pretty taking my cock? Es todo lo que soñaste, hermosa? (Is it everything you dreamed of, beautiful?)”

Your tongue pokes out of your mouth, licking the salty skin of his fingers. Frankie groans quietly and shifts the position of his hand, two of his thick fingers pressing in between your lips to fill your mouth.

“Chupa, cariño. Suck.”

Following his demand, your cheeks concave and your tongue swirls around them in your mouth. Frankie’s eyes darken further as he watches in the reflection, thrusts becoming sloppier.

“‘M so close, cariño, don’t think I can last much longer. You gotta be quiet while I take care of you, yeah?”

Without an answer, his fingers slip from your mouth. His other hand finds your lower stomach, pulling you up to stand with your shoulders against his chest, cock filling you up with each drag of his hips. The fingers wet with your saliva are quick to circle your clit, the extra stimulation barreling you towards the edge.

“Oh fuck, Frankie! Yes, yes, yes!” Your whines are as quiet as you can make them, the back of your head pressing hard into his shoulder as his next thrust sends your vision black and muscles taut. Every thought in your brain seeps away, pleasure filling every crevice of you.

Your walls squeeze around his cock, nails digging into his arm around you as he fucks you through your orgasm while chasing his own.

“Fucking hell, mariposa. Pussy’s fucking milking my cock, god. So tight. Eres tan perfecta para mi (You are so perfect for me).”

He thrusts his cock one, two, three more times before he pulls out quickly, replacing the feeling of you with his fist and repeating your name over and over under his breath. The sound of your come around his cock nearly drops you to your knees to take him in your mouth, but the looming pressure of time keeps you standing, compromising by bending over the counter again. Ropes of his warm come paint your ass and your wet cunt, a whine falling from your lips as his own soft, melodic whimpers fill your ears.

It’s quiet in the room except for the gasps of breaths you both take to calm down, eye contact made through the mirror as you both smile widely at each other. Nothing else is spoken as Frankie grabs tissues from the shelf above the toilet, wiping his come from your skin. Before he clean it up entirely, you swipe a fingertip through one streak, bring it to your lips to suck it clean. His mouth hangs open at the sight and you smirk satisfied, winking before you pull up your underwear and fasten your shorts up again.

Both of you are buttoning as a fist pounds on the door, the sound of a phone alarm following it. Benny’s voice booms from the other side, a cackle evident in his tone.

“Time’s up, boring fucks!”

Frankie looks at you with a sweet smile, nodding toward the door, “Ready?”

You exhale a chuckle and nod, taking a look in the mirror and making eye contact with Frankie as he looks at your reflection tenderly. Your hands brush at your hair, tapping the sweaty makeup back into your skin. Frankie shakes his head behind you, tugging you around by your belt loops. He leans down, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Ladies first, mariposa.”

You step ahead of him, swinging the door open after twisting the lock undone and being met with a stumbling Benny on the other side.

He looks between the two of you, suspicion on his face as he tries to read your minds. Both of you have a poker face on, and he groans, shaking his head.

“Took you both long enough. What, were you fixing your clothes?”

“No, Frankie was just watching as I fixed up my makeup and had a catch-up. Nothing exciting for you to gossip about, Benny.”

He groans, marching back to the living room, “They didn’t do anything! Just fucking talked like losers.”

Frankie chuckles behind you, his warm palm rubbing against your lower back as you walk down the hall in front of him. His touch drops from you when you enter the party, both of you returning to your original seats and falling back into the conversation as the game switches to Truth or Dare.

Santiago glances at Frankie sitting next to him, chuckling to himself, “Zipper’s down, Fish.”

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[roxygen22]

Paper

"My Little Cocoa Bean" Series

Summary: Reader and Willy discover that Ben/Bean is an aspiring artist. Age: 3 & 17

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You were outside hanging clothes on the line to dry when you heard the back door slam and little feet running toward you. Before your brain could register what was happening, you were nearly bowled over by the force of Ben running into your leg.

You looked down to find that Ben had buried his face and balled up his fists in your skirt. "Pa ell a mm," you heard his garbled speech muffled by the fabric. You knelt down and pried his fingers loose so you could look at his red, tear-streaked face.

"I'm sorry, Benny. I couldn't understand you when your mouth was covered. Take a deep breath." You inhaled deeply through your nose and out through your mouth a couple of times, motioning for him to copy you. "Good. Now, try again. What's all this about?"

"P-papa lelled at m-meeee." The boy started sobbing again.

"Oh dear. What happened?"

"I..." he sucked in a breath. "I wanted to dwaw him a picture. I saw paper on Papa's desk..."

"Ah, I see. Did that paper already have words on it?"

"Only on fwont. I dwew on back."

"Oh, Benny. We talked about asking before you touch anything in the study. Papa has very important papers in there for the shop and factory."

"I'm sowwy." He looked up at you with big puppy-dog eyes. You cupped his round cheeks in your hands.

"I know you are. But I'm not the one you need to apologize, too. Why don't you go inside to your room and play while I go check on Papa. After that, you can tell him you're sorry." Ben nodded, then shuffled through the back door to his room with his head hung low.

It was out of character for Willy to snap at anyone. The man typically had the patience of a saint, so you knew Ben must have drawn on something important. You quietly stepped into the study and spied Willy slumped in the armchair, one hand supporting his forehead and one foot kicked out. It looked as if he had collapsed dramatically into it.

"I made him cry," Willy said morosely without looking up. "I didn't- I didn't mean to. I shouted his name. I was just trying to get his attention and stop him before he did more damage. I...I startled him, and he ran off to you."

"Full name or nickname?" you asked as you sat on the sofa next to him.

"Full name," he groaned.

You grimaced. Ouch, you thought. Willy hardly ever referred to the boy as anything but Bean and almost never as Benjamin unless introducing him to others. It's on par with your mother using your middle name when you were in trouble. You shuddered slightly. That probably wounded Ben worse than the volume. "What did he draw on?"

Willy held up the face page of a contract with the hand not supporting his head. He had yet to look up at you.

"Oh dear."

"I'll ask Beth to type up a new one tomorrow before the meeting. It wasn't worth raising my voice at him. I...I just had a long day and...of course, that doesn't excuse anything. Is he okay?"

"He'll be alright," you said soothingly as you placed your hand on Willy's arm. "He's calming down in his room. Like you said, he was startled. You are usually the fun one, not the disciplinarian."

"I should go to him," Willy said as he stood from the chair. You returned to your previous task of hanging out the laundry so they could have some time alone to make amends.

Willy walked to Ben's room and gently knocked before pushing the door open. Ben looked up at him from his desk with big sad eyes.

"Hey there," Willy said softly.

"I dwew you another picture. I'm sowwy, Papa," Ben said pitifully as he handed Willy a piece of paper.

"Oh, Bean. Is this the factory?" Ben nodded excitedly. "Wow, such great detail! Is this what you wanted to draw earlier?" Ben nodded again, with less exuberance this time. Willy's heart broke as he saw his son's face fall.

"Hey, buddy. I'm sorry for raising my voice and scaring you. That was a very important paper you were drawing on, and I needed you to stop."

"I know, Mamma told me I need to ask first," he responded dejectedly. "I just had a picture in my head that I wanted to dwaw when I was by your desk."

"Ah, that I understand. Sometimes my ideas don't come to me at convenient times, either. Tell you what. How about I set up a drawer with paper that's safe to draw or write on whenever an idea strikes. You never have to ask for permission as long as it's from that drawer. Deal?"

Ben's face lit up again, and he stuck his tiny right hand to shake. "Deal!"

Willy shook his son's hand with his right and looked down again at the picture in his left. It was incredibly well done for Ben's age.

"Can I take this to the factory with me? I want to frame and hang it. If you draw more, I'll have a whole gallery wall of Benjamin Wonka works."

Ben giggled, "Okay, Papa!"

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Over time, Ben's art skills matured to charcoals, watercolors, canvases, and paints. Willy spotted the talent early and took great pleasure in encouraging it, supplying it. Fourteen years later, he had indeed collected enough of Ben's work to fill multiple walls.

"People need to see this."

Willy decided to surprise Ben by converting one of his shops into a limited time art gallery for his 17th birthday. He somehow managed to promote what ended up being the town's social event of the season while also keeping it a secret from his boy.

It was finally the night of the big reveal. "Papa, why are we going to the shop so late? I thought we were going to meet Mamma and Charlie for dinner?" Ben walked shoulder to shoulder with Willy. They were nearly the same height now.

Willy was vibrating with excitement. "I just need to pick up something I left there," he bent the truth slightly. "Your birthday present."

When they arrived, Willy unlocked the doors to reveal a magenta velvet curtain blocking the entry. He took the gold pull cord in his hand and handed it to Ben.

Ben looked at the tassel in his hand, bewildered. "What is this?"

"Your gift! Pull it and find out." As Ben pulled the cord, the curtain drew back to reveal...

"Surprise!!"

Ben stood there with his mouth ajar as he looked around at you, Charlotte, Noodle, his friends and girlfriend. Everyone rushed him for a celebratory hug. He gave you a kiss on the cheek. Then, the background details caught his eye. The crowd separated as Ben made his way to look at the walls that were now decorated with his paintings rather than shelves of candies and chocolates.

He browsed in awe until he stopped at the penciled sketch of the Wonka factory, gently tracing the golden frame with his fingers. He felt Willy step up beside him and gently squeeze his shoulder.

"Happy birthday, Bean."

Ben looked over his shoulder to reveal misty eyes. "Thanks for always being my biggest fan, Papa," he said reverently.

"I'm glad I could be right here beside you when your talent is shared with the world."

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A/N: I think it's safe to say that Willy would be his kids' biggest cheerleaders.

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Masterlist

#my little cocoa bean #wonka #timothée chalamet #wonka 2023 #willy wonka #wonka movie #timmy!wonka #willy wonka and the chocolate factory #willy wonka x reader #dad willy wonka #willy wonka x you #wonka x reader #wonka x you #timothee chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet x you #mom reader #established relationship #papa wonka #papa willy wonka #papa!wonka #willy wonka imagines #female reader #tooth rotting fluff #fluff #drabble #family drabble #family man wonka #wonka is a family man

[grvyrd-drms]

creepypasta characters getting absolutely zoinked!!

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A/N: in honor of me getting so stoned i puked last night. how i think crp's feel about the mary jane.

characters: jeff, toby, ben, masky, hoodie, e. jack, l. jack, natalie/clockwork, jane, liu, nina, helen/bloody painter, puppeteer, jason, candy pop, zero, kate

CW: drugs obviously lol, flashbacks/trauma

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jeff: secretly too afraid to use lighters anymore so he sticks to dab pens. claims he "doesn't want weed all over his shit" but everyone knows the truth lmao. takes baby hits cause it hurts his lungs. 4/10.

toby: oh ABSOLUTELY handles it like a CHAMP. the one who's constantly ripping the bong that it gets annoying. he likes that it calms his anxiety and tics, and its one of the only times he feels like he can relax and get away from all his... issues. finishes peoples bong rips and joints for them. doesn't like blunts. prefers to smoke alone but likes when brian tags along cause it makes toby feel like he has a brother. helps people out if they wanna roll/learn/etc. 11/10.

e. jack: prefers to be in touch with his senses completely. afraid that if he's too careless he'll go all spooky cannibal demon on everyone. doesn't mind when other people do it, though. 0/10 just cause he doesn't smoke.

l. jack: never let this thing near any drugs ever. i feel like drugs wouldn't even work on them??? stoned toby once tried to get them to smoke cause he thought it'd be funny. they ate the joint. -1/10.

masky/tim: prefers his cigarettes. he already has issues with the constant DID switching he doesn't need anymore time skips or anything. likes feeling in control. in high school and college before it all got bad he definitely blazed it up though. 6/10 for past experience.

hoodie/brian: 100% was the one blazing it up with tim in school. hits pipes like a PRO. sometimes smokes with toby if they've been on good terms/its been a good day and the proxies aren't at each others throats. 8/10.

natalie: dooooeeessss not like not being in full control. can't handle it and it freaks her out big time. she'll start getting triggering flashbacks if she's high enough. when her and toby were dating she fucking hated whenever he got high. for effort, 2/10.

nina: the gf who looooooovessss weed and then is gone by the first hit. definitely takes a way too big hit and throws up after trying to impress everyone. she likes fruity vapes and puts stickers on them. 7/10.

jane: NU-UH!!!! does not go near drugs of any kind and gets nervous around intoxicated people. keeps her guard up when she's around anyone like that. she did once help natalie to her room when she was stoned though. and for that mom energy, 1/10.

ben: i have this little hc that ben just kinda. gets shit for people. being a part of the internet he can get anything ordered, anything shipped anywhere. as a fee he likes to charge people in weed (or something sexual if he's being a nuisance and likes the person). has never once bought his own bud and doesn't keep track of it. you'll get strawberry cheesecake and banana pudding in one bowl and you'll fucking like it. nobody will smoke with him due to that. 9/10 tho he blazes it up.

kate: never learned how to do any of that and doesn't really feel like learning. hates people too much to ask someone to teach her. gets intimidated whenever she sees toby and brian work out the mechanics of it all. 1/10 poor baby.

liu: DOES NOT PARTAKE IN ANY OF THESE ACTIVITIES AT ALL ‼️🙅 acts like he's too high (lol) above to do drugs. in reality he's just too awkward and scared to ask anyone to smoke with him. if anything he would have a dab pen cause he can't roll or pack for shit. 3/10 you'll get there one day buddy.

helen: casually smokes here and there to relax himself. not addicted, more of a recreational/medicinal user. 8/10.

puppeteer: this fucking GUY. in competition with toby for highest tolerance/biggest stoner. i mean look at him he's a theater kid and he has a beanie. thats like 100% stoner material. smokes blunts like theres no tomorrow. 11/10.

zero: definitely makes it into a competition and judges people if they can't handle a hit/finish their milk. every single time accidentally gets way too stoned trying to beat everyone. worst person to smoke with but her tolerance is incredible. 7/10.

jason: believes he has better things to do than get high and do drugs. always busy with his 'work' and his companions (the circus pastas) feel the same. 0/10.

candy pop: no one lets them near their stash. they have not once encountered any type of drug. no one is willing to share. so sorry buddy. 0/10.

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[primalmagic]

when horror movies become therapy

it's been a year after the webtoon's final events, and the gang still can't watch real horror movies.

OR a sbg future au consisting purely of fluff, sleepovers, and, well, horror movies.

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You would think, that one year later, things would have settled down. That everyone would be trying to get their lives back together, figure things out, and leave the past far, far, behind them.

The truth could not be farther from that.

The six of them have huddled together on Ashlyn's slightly bouncy couch, watching a crappy horror movie that was way too loud and way too flashy.

Watching horror movies had become a tradition between them, like a "take that" to everything they'd been through. It was a slow climb, sure, but it was something to do, and it made them all feel a little bit accomplished. Not being scared of another movie felt like giving a middle finger to the horror movie they lived through- almost like a step towards being... normal again.

Plus, they got to do it together.

"Someday," Taylor mutters, "We'll have the guts to go and watch a real horror film without freaking out."

Aiden snorts, shifting on the couch to avoid being squished between Tyler and Ashlyn. "Please, you wouldn't last ten seconds in an actual movie theatre."

She flicks him in the shoulder and sighs in pretend exasperation, "Please, you didn't last ten seconds in an actual movie theatre." She retorts, raising her eyebrows.

Aiden looks away, slightly red and embarrassed, "That was like, three months ago! And it was scary, okay? The ghoul thing looked like a phantom. There's no way you weren't scared too."

She can't deny that she'd also been freaking out, but Aiden's vocal reaction had made the entire group laugh for hours. He'd gotten up on his chair and screamed curses at the theatre screen, then spider-jumped two rows down and bounced outside. No, literally, he was practically hopping, flailing his arms and running out the door like an Olympic sprinter. He denies it, for some reason, justifying it with a flick of his hand and an insistence of it being only for the dramatics.

"Never said we weren't scared," Ashlyn blurts, grabbing a handful of sweet-and-salty popcorn out of an oddly geometrically decorated bowl, "Just sayin' that you didn't need to run out like Logan did when we first met him."

Logan squawks indignantly, "I did not run when I first met you!" He gets up to snatch some popcorn from Ashlyn's bowl, and makes an unpleasant face when he pops one into his mouth. "God, this is like if table salt and caramel had a baby, and then left it alone in a cornfield for a century."

"It's delicious," Ashlyn frowns, "You're taste buds are just deformed."

"I-"

"Guys," Tyler groans, "Can we just watch the fucking movie?"

Aiden leans over to ruffle his hair, causing Tyler to squeak and try to move away. "Aw, poor Tyler," He snickers, "I think he's enjoying the movie. We should all be quiet and let him watch it, then."

"I'm not!" He protests, because the film is terrible and it would be incredibly embarrassing to enjoy it, "I just want you guys to shut up."

Taylor frowns, "No you don't," She declares, definitively.

He groans, "Either you guys watch the movie and shut up, or you turn off the movie and complain about disfigured salt babies for hours. There is no in-between."

Ben types something on his iPad and raises it for the rest to see, Both, please, and thank you. He smirks slightly, clearly proud of pissing Tyler off.

He groans, "You guys are exhausting, I'm leaving. I have to get to practice early tomorrow anyway."

"No!" Aiden screams, launching himself at the tired boy, "You are not allowed to leave, buddy. You are being held hostage by the Phantom Busters, please do not rebel in any form or way."

"I... plead the fifth?" He blinks, knowing that there isn't any way out of this.

"We're having a sleepover," Logan declares, "No negotiations necessary. Or allowed."

Tyler rolls his eyes, but his irritated persona is broken when he smiles, "Yeah, sure, fine, whatever."

Ashlyn grabs another handful of popcorn, "You know, you do have to ask the person whose house it is if you want to have a sleepover, right?"

"Nope," Aiden shrugs, "But I asked your mom already."

She snorts, throwing a piece of popcorn at him, "When the hell did you do that?"

It lands in Taylor's hair, and she swats it off quickly.

"Like, right before we started the movie? You just didn't see me 'cause I'm a fucking ninja," He finger-guns her and swirls around, "Now, if you will excuse me, I must notify my parents that they are free of another morning with me."

The movie has stopped playing, and when Ashlyn finally notices, she furrows her eyebrows, "When the hell did the movie turn off?"

Ben waves the remote and throws it to Aiden, who just put his phone down.

"It's been confisticated," Aiden declares, punching his hand in the air like he's holding a gold medal instead of a TV remote.

Logan sighs, "Confiscated," he corrects.

"That's what I fucking said!"

"Whatever," Taylor waves him off, "We can finish the movie tomorrow. You guys want to play charades?"

"Can I be a clown?"

She sighs, "It doesn't work like tha-"

"Don't worry, Aiden, you don't need to pretend," Tyler grins, then ducks away from the popcorn kernel Aiden chucks at him.

"I hate you," He snaps back, with no heat behind his words.

"Ditto," He replies, still basking in the warmth of Aiden's rage.

The blonde calms down rather quickly, or at least he hides his anger as fast as possible. "You know what, thank you. I am a wonderful clown and as I stand here today, I demand justice for all the clowns in the world! You have wronged them, Sir Tyler of the Hernandez." He bows dramatically.

Taylor wheezes, "I need to get that printed on a T-shirt, oh my god."

Aiden nods rapidly, "Oh my god, absolutely, we need matching T-shirts and like, earrings."

You don't even have your ears pierced. Ben types, sharing an amused glance with Logan.

"What about the clip-on things? We could totally get that!!"

Tyler flops back onto the couch, nearly knocking into Logan, who pushes him away lightly. "Aiden, you have too much energy right now, and it's almost midnight. Can we sleep now?"

Aiden looks at him like he's insane, "Who goes to sleep during a sleepover?"

"Me. Good night, Aiden," Tyler smiles, amused.

"Fine," He grumbles, "Let's get the sleeping bags out."

The fact that they all had sleeping bags at Ashlyn's house only proved that they had slept over way too many times to count. Not that she minded though, it was nice having people around, and now that she was comfortable with them, it was almost relaxing.

Sure, it got tiring sometimes, but it was a small price to pay.

Besides, without them, who else would she watch horror movies with?

#sbg fluff #they are so traumatized pls let them be happy for a little longer #please #im like begging you #the sbg gang #aiden is chaos #aiden sbg #ashlyn banner #ashlyn sbg #aiden clark #sbg #sbg (webtoon) #sbg tyler #logan fields #tyler hernandez #taylor hernandez #school bus graveyard webtoon #school bus graveyard #what other tags can i put tbh this is all i can think of #enjoy the sbg fluff thank you love you bye #sbg ashlyn #sbg taylor #schoolbus graveyard #ben clark #ashlyn likes sweet and salty popcorn headcannon (has to be real i love it so much and its so stupid) #do we want a second part orrr (i want to do a “when they wake up / nightmare” fluff one too idk tho lmk if you like this) #sbg fics #school bus graveyard fanfiction #sbg fanfic #sbg fanfiction

[gollageek]

Generator Rex: I can believe you bet him he couldn't drink those fish bowls!

Zak Saturday: How was I supposed to know he'd get like THIS?!

Ben 10: I just wan to climb to the top of the roof an see if I can seep into the eyes of bovublibbbampjh... yawn *reaches for watch*

Rex: OH NO YOU DONT! Watch is off limits buddy!

Ben 10: Nooouuuuuu! Ur So mean!!!

Zak: Okay, I called the Plumbers and Team Teen base, Kim is sending someone to pick us up.

Rex: Oh no... who'd she send?

Zak: I don't know! Probably whoever can wrangle Ben when he's like this.

Inconspicuous black car pulls up on the curb.

Danny Fenton: WHAT IN POSSIBLE'S NAME WERE YOU GUYS THINKING!?!?

Ben: DAnnNnyyyYyyyyYYYY!!!! When did YOU gEt 3 hEaDs, c'mere, I WaNna kiss em!

Ben: *crawls through open window and tries to grab Danny who keeps going intangible*

Rex and Zak: *desperately trying to pull Ben out of the car and into the back seat*

Rook from the backseat: You need to be more aware of your limits. You could have been seriously hurt.

Ben: Gasp! Rook and Danny?!?! OMG Its Like tOtaLly the bEst NiGHt Eveeeerrrrrrrr!!!!!

Ben: *Crawls into back seat and Koala hugs Rook*

Ben: Rook, tell Danny to quit Team Teen and be a Plumber with us!

Zak getting into the front seat: Your just mad Kim got to him before you did.

Ben: ssSNot FaIr!!!! WHyeee shEe SO PerrrFEcT!?!?

Rex: I'm never going out on the town with you two ever again.

#ben 10 #team teen #danny phantom #generator rex #zak saturday #celebrity trio #rook #kim possible

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She catches him in the kitchen, where he’d purposefully gone to escape her. Benny fishes through the fridge, shoving aside day old take out and expired condiments to find the good beer he keeps in the very back. The sort he doesn’t want to bring out for a party but still have access to in a pinch; like this. When he’s annoyed and in need of distraction, or just needs to be more drunk to navigate the situation. He snags the bottle by the neck and when he unwinds from his crouch, Daisy is there.

She smiles at him, which makes him so angry for a moment, he almost throws the beer bottle against the wall. But then he remembers its stupid local brew that he’d paid too much for. So instead, he hooks his teeth under the cap and pops it off. He slices up his gum a bit, but it doesn’t bother him too much because it makes her flinch. He spits the cap into the sink. It’s pink with the blood and spit.

Then Benny takes a long pull from the beer.

“Hi,” she says.

One of the worst things about Daisy is that no one is able to get mad at her. No one can bring themselves to tell her she’s not invited, or flat out un-fucking-wanted. So she slips into these sorts of things. Tags along after some girl who knows Mouse, or a guy whose friends with Xavier, or one of Lark’s running buddies. She knows everyone, fits herself in wherever she can. She makes friends. And then Benny has to deal with her, because none of those friends are able to give her the reality check she so desperately needs.

“What?” He asks in a clipped tone, limiting himself to one word. Someone comes stumbling into the kitchen, haphazardly grabs a bowl of snacks left on the counter and immediately leaves. Music plays from Lark’s terrible playlist in the background over the sound of peoples voices and Benny thinks about the safety of his room. People don’t go in Ben’s room during these parties. Off fucking limits.

Because Ben is the opposite of Daisy. People do tell him he’s not invited. People do tell him he’s unwanted; weird, strange, unnerving, creepy. People don’t get along with Benny—he doesn’t make friends. People don’t temper their words for his feelings the way they do for this pathetic fucking woman. They avoid him. Which makes this worse, because Daisy had noticed him when he’d noticed her and now here she was. Pointedly not ignoring him. Purposeful in finding him.

Daisy doesn’t like Benny, no matter how hard she’s smiling that big pretend smile of hers. It’s so artfully plastered on that it might have worked if he wasn’t Ben, who people disliked. Who learned early that sometimes people smiled at you, because they were actually just making fun of you all along.

“I mean, like, long time no see,” Daisy says shyly, tucking a strand of her glossy hair behind her ear. Benny takes another swig of beer, leaning back against the counter and staring at her with narrowed eyes. She’s short, just barely comes up to his chin. She curves into herself like she’s bashful, both hands around her solo cup filled with cheap beer off the keg. Her cardigan hangs big around her, emphasizes her petite frame. Benny remembers when she’d been dating Xavier, she’d not gone anywhere without being firmly around his arm.

Because Benny knows it makes her uncomfortable, he doesn’t say anything back. His sunglasses sit low on his nose, enough that when he tilts his chin down to stare at her, his eyes peek over the dark navy rims. She wears her discomfort bodily, tapping fingers on the cup, glancing at the floor, scuffing a ballet flat. She steps closer, though, because she knows she can get away with it. Daisy doesn’t respect personal space. It doesn’t apply to her.

“I just wanted you to know,” she begins by setting her cup down on the sink counter. “I’m like, really happy for Maran.” Benny stares at the cup, because he can’t stomach looking at her. Those big, docile eyes on him, water lined in pity. I’m so happy for Maran, it’s so sweet of him to perform charity.

He stops himself from telling her to eat shit and die by nursing the beer once more. It stings the cut on his gum.

“You know, I just—like—” She laughs in that girlish way, putting a hand over her mouth. It seems genuine, but it also feels like a trap. The hair on Ben’s arms raise, his eyes darting over her to look for an exit. Xavier to wander by and notice, or Lark to come in and start asking if he can order a pizza or anyone, to rescue him from this fucking girl. Instead she fishes into her giant cardigan, patting herself down.

“Like—I didn’t know Maran was bisexual, is all.” She finds it, tugging it smoothly out of an oversized pocket she hadn’t really needed to hunt for. There’s a little charm that dangles off of it, a duck. Screams of Xavier, like a gift from him he wants to snatch off. His hand is cold around the beer, slick with condensation. The blood mingles poorly with the beer. “He never told me.”

“Not your business,” Ben snaps out from a tightly wound jaw. Daisy puts her hand to her lips, upturned brows saying ‘oh no, am I being offensive again?’ without a real apology. There’s a painful knot underneath his sternum that keeps getting bigger and bigger, with everything he could say to this woman. Instead he rolls his eyes and shoves himself off from the counter he leans against. To let her get to him is to let her win, he knows that. But—Benny is competitive. He always has been. So when she lays the trap, it’s easy to get caught in it.

“Oh, wait, I wanted to,” she’s hopping around to keep him cornered, one of her delicate, slim hands help up as she smiles. “I have some pictures of him on my phone that I could send you? I mean, the safe for work ones.” Her teasing tone is meant to come off playful. Everything about Daisy is meant to be innocent or playful or sweet or demure or polite. And Benny feels gaslit by the whole fucking world that he’s the only one who sees it—the truth. Slippery offensive fucking snake.

Bitch.

Daisy lifts her phone, with it’s little duck charm and Benny is thinking safe for work ones when his hand shoots forward.

Benny hears her shriek but his ears are ringing. Blood stream heavy with alcohol that he should have stopped drinking an hour ago—head full of safe for work ones, the implication or it, the reality that those exist and—he can’t stop thinking of a story Maran had told him once. Couldn’t even consider it a story, couldn’t really consider it more than a passing comment that he’d barely said with his whole chest, had barely been able to sit with for too long; about his arm around her shoulder and her shrugging it off, because when they were alone, the affection seemed less important. He’s thinking safe for work ones and less important and then he’s throwing the phone at the wall as hard as he possibly can.

Which is very hard.

Music is still playing so the party doesn’t come to a complete dead silence, but it’s the closest thing. Except for Daisy’s immediate whimpering crying that Benny finds easy to ignore, no one’s talking anymore. And it’s not just Daisy that he’s ignoring now, but everyone. Shoves his way around the corner of the kitchen past someone asking him ‘what the fuck’ in that tone. There’s an awkward laugh that tries to fill the tension, and suddenly a warm hand around his elbow.

“Ben—” An easy, flat palm to Xavier’s chest gets him to let go before it causes a fight. But it’s also enough to make his attention shift. Back to where all the attention has shifted (just like she likes it, he thinks, just like she fucking likes it). Ben has a dizzying sensation of his heart being scooped out when he notices the silly bright pink shirt that Maran is wearing among the others that had crowded around Daisy. It’s a shirt he’d bought him, a bright white print across the chest that says I KISSED SASQUATCH IN WHITEHALL, NY. Had been so entirely unfunny that he’d had to buy it for him.

Couple sizes too big. That’s how Maran wears his shirts. Most of his clothes. This adorable too big style that hangs off him. Sometimes, he catches Benny, pulls his shirt over top of him, gets them tight together as a playful joke. Sometimes, Benny wears those shirts to bed because they’re comfortable. They smell like Maran; they smell soft and safe. Benny feels buzzing in his skull, watching Daisy put her slim hand in Maran’s, so he can help her up from the floor, where she’d picked up the little cracked phone. He hopes all her fucking safe for work photos are lost. That the little duck charm has snapped off.

“Easy, Benny,” Xavier is saying next to him, like he’s a wild caught dog they picked up out a back alley. Or a ball python that had slithered out it’s enclosure, gone rogue among all the party goers. A scorpion accidentally sleeping inside a jacket pocket. People stare at him, his skin itchy and hot, stretched tight over his bones. Daisy has wrapped her slim, pretty fingers around Maran’s palm. This is his fucking apartment, and people are still staring at him. Surprised. They shouldn’t be. He’s never done anything that should indicate he’s anything other than the kind of guy to smash someones phone at a party.

Benny doesn’t trust himself to say anything, but he shoves himself past Xavier’s concerned outstretched hands. If they touch him, he’ll scream. Cannot withstand that pitying patting to his back, so he goes for the door instead. He yanks it open and realizes the beer bottle is still in his hand, half full. He drains it in an easy swig and then throws that back into the party as well, to astonished yelling.

He’s going for the elevator when he hears Maran’s voice at the end of the hall. The party spills out from the apartment door, too loud. Business back to usual, monster out the way. Benny feels hypersensitive to that noise, bunching his shoulders up to his ears as he continues his hard stomp. His hands are flexing at his thighs, opening, closing, numb. Nothing could actually ever be loud enough to drown out the sound of Maran calling out to him. He wouldn’t want it to, but his boyfriends voice echoes that long beige hallway. Makes his shoulders jump.

Benny is prepped to hit the elevator button until the doors open. He dodges around the woman coming out, who gives him a wide berth and giant eyes, his stride unbroken.

“Ben! Wait—Ben—”

He regrets it immediately, but Benny’s fist punches the close door button. He glances up, just in time to watch Maran’s face fall, his outstretched hand retract, the doors closing him off from view. There’s a hissing sound as the shitty apartment elevator starts descending.

“Fuck!” Benny slaps his hand forward against the button for his floor. He slams at it, leaning against the panel. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He chants out, eyes screwed shut. Useless, because he knows it’s going to go all the way down to the lobby before it makes its slow crawl up. And by then, Maran will be back in the party—Benny doesn’t feel brave enough to go back to that fucking party. He sags against the button panel, forehead pressed tight against the wall. He keeps his eyes closed, as if it could help him erase the memory of Maran’s hand falling to his side as the doors closed.

Sad. Like, actually sad. Like heart broken sad, not pouting playfully for attention or sighing petulantly about something. Sad. Benny grinds his head to the wall. Hates himself. Hates himself so much.

He pushes off from it and then stands in the middle of the elevator. Hands go into his pockets, fiddling with the stack of cards that he keeps there. He’ll go for a walk. Cool off, slink back like the fucking loser he is, hide in his bedroom. Hope there’s less eyes up there by the time he gets back. Hope Xavier navigates Daisy out of the party. Hates him too, because he should be crueler to her. Like she was to him, in those little moments that picked apart his self esteem. Instead, like Maran, he’s probably talking her down. Telling her it’s okay if she stays for a bit. Monster gone. No more scorpion.

The doors hiss open and Benny takes a step out and nearly collides with Maran.

“Shit!” He yelps out, dancing to the side to get out of the closing elevator doors. Maran takes him by the hips, unconscious gesture as he pants, while they both stumble into the lobby of the apartment complex. He’s sweating, little beads running from his temples as he huffs, chest fluttering with the labored breathing. Benny blinks and suddenly feels the weight of how drunk he is. The world can’t stay still on it’s axis, tilts this way and that. A little ring in his ear as he looks at Maran.

“Why did—you—do that?” Maran heaves, his hands still firmly around Benny’s hips. Despite it all, they’re nice. Warm. He likes being held that way because it’s rare. People don’t hold Benny.

“Did you run down here?”

“Answer me,” Maran demands. A bead of sweat drips off his chin. A light in the lobby has blown, the other one continuing to flick off and on. It’s a shit building, should be torn down and put back together. A misshapen beast of two and three bedroom apartments crammed together into one long, tall building that probably never actually passed code. Benny rents it from a guy named Brock that lives in Miami, Florida. The rent gets paid on the first of every month through a money app on his phone.

Benny’s breathing is fast, like he’s the one who had been running.

“No,” he says swiftly and turns. Maran’s hands attempt to stay there (and even though he’s moving, he’s heading toward the exit, he wants them, he wants to be someone that gets held by other people) but eventually they drop because Benny is walking too fast. He shoves himself through the door, hip to the crash bar and stumbles down the concrete steps onto the sidewalk.

The neighborhood is just as alive as it is dead. He can hear an ambulance in the background, a group of cats yowling a street down. A car drives by slowly like it might want to pay attention to the scene, if there’s going to be one. Then speeds off when the driver glances enough at Benny. Scorpion. The night is cold and silent otherwise.

“Stop it, Ben!” Maran continues, his voice more authoritative than Benny has ever heard it before. And it actually works to make him lock in place, one hand in his pocket, the other frozen in his tangled blond hair. “What did she do?”

“She didn’t ha-have to do anything,” Benny sneers coldly. “I’m just an asshole.”

“No you aren’t.”

“You’re n-not paying attention if you think that.”

One of his favorite things about Maran (of which there are so many) is that he never holds in an expression; his eyebrows crease together, his soft lips purse and his chin tucks down. He looks half wounded and half angry. He looks out of place in his silly pink shirt, on the sidewalk, with Benny. And really, isn’t that the issue? Isn’t that the issue? That Maran shouldn’t fit in all the ways that he does fit—and it makes Benny so nervous all the fucking time that one day Maran is going to wake up and realize that. And Jesus, Benny is drunk. Head spinning, concrete feeling wobbly drunk. His mouth still hurts from where he’d cut it on that bottle cap.

“You’re better than that,” Maran seethes out furiously. He crosses arms over his chest, bumps himself closer until they’re standing directly in front of one another. The invasion of personal space should have the same reaction that it always does for Benny; he should shove himself away and lash out. Instead he freezes like a street animal come in to shelter, being offered a kind hand. Benny glares, mean and nasty with it.

“No I’m fucking not,” he replies hotly. “D-Do-Don’t do that.”

“Do—”

“That!” Benny yells, throwing hands up. “Don’t act li-like I’m n-not a fu-fu-fucking asshole, cause I am! You’re da-dating me, so get used to that.”

“We’re dating each other,” Maran hisses, gesturing between the two of them. His cheeks are dark red, the color inky over his nose. The furious blush extends all the way down his pretty throat. Benny has seen Maran angry before—it’s really not typical. At all. And they’ve had fights before, but this is cresting on top five, if not the top of all of them. Because the fights usually last only a minute and then it’s easy to find where the hurt started and go from there.

Fighting with Maran is easy because it never got to the fighting part really. The communication came easier. Maran, talking, sometimes more than he needed and Benny, silent, and listening to every single word.

But they’re drunk. Both of them—and Benny is hearing Daisy over and over and over in his head and he’s imagining her touching Maran’s arm, the swell of his bicep, imagining her mouth touching his, their tongues together. Imagining Maran’s dark hands spreading over her. Imagining her angling her phone to get a picture; sees her demure smile in his head, like a rotting burn mark. It makes his mouth taste sour, his stomach roll over.

“Why are y-you nice to her?” Benny accuses, taking his own step forward and into Maran’s space. The sidewalk feels small suddenly, closing in on them. The flickering street light makes shadows appear and disappear on Maran’s beautiful face. “She’s a fucking cunt, Maran.” And she hurt you. She hurt you, I get to hate her for that, she hurt you, he thinks.

“Stop acting like this—”

“And act m-mo-more like yo-your ex girlfriend?” Benny laughs but the sound is haunting in the silent night, on the city street, with the light flickering. “Maybe if I l-looked like Daisy and acted li-like Daisy, people wo-wouldn’t be so fucking confused when th-they see us together!”

And he yells it so loud it echoes. So loud the ambulance might hear him over it’s own loud screaming, so loud it startles the fighting cats into silence, so loud, he’s almost positive it reaches all the way to the upper floor where the apartment is. So loud Daisy hears it, so loud all their friends hear and know and see how embarrassing Benny is being, how absolutely ashamed he is of himself in that moment—but he doesn’t act ashamed. Instead, his shoulders are heaving because he yells it, because he’s so loud. And his pale face is flushed a dark red color that make his eyes look scary (because they are scary, he’s been told that since he was a kid) and Maran is staring at him, surprised.

Which makes it worse. Which makes it worse, because Maran is surprised that Benny can be so awful, which means that deep down, Maran thinks Benny is, as he said ‘better than that’. And Benny really wishes he hadn’t had that last beer.

“I kn-no—I kn-nn—” he folds both hands over his mouth, because he can’t get the word out. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back and looks at the sky, which is dark with no stars. No smoggy gray clouds, either. It is crystalline in it’s perfect black. I know, Benny is thinking,

I know people think you’re dating me for fun, to try something new, before you just find some other Daisy, but the next Daisy you find might treat you right, better than me. Then what? I’d have no excuse to be this awful. I don’t even have a good one to begin with.

“You can’t do that,” Maran replies finally, his hands balled up into fists. He fits them against Benny’s sides and when he does, they slowly unclench and turn to open palms that are suddenly cupping his rib cage. Maran’s eyes are dark and furious and the absolute lack of pity makes Benny dizzy. Maran is still angry, a wrinkle over his nose as his mouth grimaces, as his brows turn in. His cheeks red and splotchy with the emotion.

“Alright?”

“Do what?” Benny prompts softly. His own hands are still by his thighs. Maran’s hands move on every heavy breath, still holding.

“Well—don’t break people’s phones for one,” Maran says hotly, using his surprising, hidden strength to shake Benny slightly. Strands of his floppy, blond hair fall forward into his face and Benny thinks he’ll completely lose it if Maran touches him there—he can see dark brown eyes look at that movement, at those stringy strands. “Don’t—and don’t just—don’t hold all that in there, Ben—the hell, right? Please, talk to me about that. Right? Talk to me about that.”

And then Maran does exactly what Benny is thinking no don’t do that—he lifts a hand and brushes back Benny’s hair and Benny moves into that touch and then falls forward. His forehead lands on Maran’s shoulder—who makes a huffing sound, this cute little ‘oof’. His arms lift and slip around the other man’s waist and he crushes them together uncomfortably. It’s not sexual or even romantic, it is really just a hard, brutal squeeze of them together.

“She was talking about you,” Benny mumbles, face pressed into the curve of Maran’s neck and shoulder. He smells comforting, this mix of masculine body spray and laundry detergent and something sugary sweet—the drinks he’d probably been having all night. In that brief moment, Benny is reminded of how his blankets smell every single time Maran spends the night, which is so often he should live there (which is something Benny’s thought and not vocalized, because as is evident, Benny simply does not vocalize anything).

“Guess she can’t get over me, yeah?” Maran laughs, his warm palm spreading up the back of Benny’s neck, fingers tangling into his blond hair. It’s enough to nearly make Ben tremble. “What was she saying then—will it change my mind? I’ll go back, break her phone too? Make myself a hypocrite, Ben.”

You’re too good, Benny thinks in reply. His eyes are wet, which makes him too afraid to withdraw and look at Maran. Instead he wipes his face into Maran’s shirt, makes him laugh. Benny’s arms don’t relinquish and he wonders if he’s hurting the other man at all, but there’s no complaints.

“M’not pressin’ you, Ben—I just—sometimes you do things—sometimes you’re mean for no reason, right? And I don’t like that side of you all the time, but,” Benny’s glad they’re not looking at each other, because he cannot school his face into an expression that is anything other than deeply vulnerable and scared. “But, I really fuckin’ meant it when I said you’re better than that. Alright? That’s what makes me mad sometimes. Not you doing it, just knowing you’re better—you are. You’re so good, Ben, promise I’m not just saying that.”

The bruising force of Benny’s arms becomes hard enough than that Maran wheezes. Then he loosens all over, like he’s deflated of energy, his hands slipping to the backs of Maran’s shoulders, just to hold then. And to be held, which is nice. Because people don’t hold Benny, not like Maran is in that moment, holding him.

The reality of the moment is surreal, when he realizes they’re having a couples argument on the sidewalk, outside his apartment building. A real couples argument; that’s enough to make Benny sort of laugh, that high anxious laugh. He untucks himself from Maran just enough to look at him. Thankful to see a bit of tears in Maran’s eyes too.

“Baby,” Benny teases, wiping thumbs over Maran’s cheeks. “Baby, baby, baby.” He repeats, kissing each word to a part of Maran’s face.

“I’m still mad at you,” Maran manages, in a soft voice. There’s no heat to it at all.

“Sh,” Benny whispers, kissing him finally on the lips as well.

And then they really kiss. Really kiss, with their lips parted and Benny holding Maran’s cheeks and tilting him back as he bends forward to kiss him harder. Messy, with tongue, with hunger and apology and intensity and excitement. Maran’s hands still cupped around Benny’s ribs, tightening and gripping as he’s kissed like that. Really kissed. And when they pull apart to both suck in the cold night air, Benny is fumbling through his jacket pockets. Maran watches with big, gorgeous eyes until the keys to the mustang are located and then he’s smiling. Really smiling, really kissing, really, really, really in love.

—

It’s in the thin, yellow light of morning that they end up going back up to the apartment. The time where the world is still mostly asleep, day break just finally cresting through ugly, gray clouds. Maran looks good in the morning light, his skin tan and pretty. The light follows him, all through the apartment lobby into the elevator. Not for the first time does Benny have to pinch the skin of his inner wrist and remind himself this is all real and not a strange simulation he’s fallen into. Not the first time they’d stayed awake all night together, either.

It’s been a thing, even before Benny had kissed Maran—no. Maran had kissed Benny, in the pool, water rising up to their chins. Sometimes, he forgot that key detail that feels loud and important as they stand side by side in the elevator. He forgets Maran had kissed him first, had pulled him in. His brave fucking boy.

The elevator dings on his floor and he turns his palm outward to accept a hand that was already moving there. Maran laces fingers with him. Gives an adorable squeeze. Benny is unsurprised to find the door unlocked when they get there—if anyone tried to rob the apartment, they’d just run into two very angry, very capable twenty year olds waiting for an excuse.

Not that Xavier and Lark look threatening at all, on the couch together. Xavier sleeps on his back, arm thrown over his face, chest rising and falling. Lark sits, the long redheads legs thrown over his lap. Bundled deep in an oversized sweatshirt, his face barely visible, just enough for him to be looking at his own phone. His eyes are swollen and sleepy when they sway toward Maran and Benny. He raises a hint of fingers in greeting, then looks back to his phone. Xavier makes a sound like a car dying and then coughs and continues sleeping.

“I should ring Benji,” Maran says as they get into Benny’s room. “S’weird he’s not still here with Xavier, yeah?”

Benny cannot contain his laugh, a wheezing snort. He shuts the door harder than he needs to and turns to Maran. Plucks the phone from his hand and puts it down onto his messy desk. His flat palm pushes Maran down onto his messy bed, where the smell of him will linger all day long and Benny will find himself ignoring his essay, will put himself face down in the bed and maybe even fucking palm one out to the mere thought of Maran in this messy fucking bed.

Only now his thoughts are purely on sleep, as he jerks jeans from Maran and throws them to the side. As he pulls off his own and crawls over Maran. He plants kisses from elbow to shower, makes his sleepy boy laugh.

“The only th-thing you’re doing, for a solid six—at min, baby, six—is sleeping in th-this fucking bed with me.”

“Let me put the sound on, in case he needs me,” Maran says, hand fumbling for the phone. He manages to snag it, fiddle with his volume and then place it back. Benny, while he does all that, is already laying his tired, heavy body down, a hand tucking around Maran’s thigh and pulling a leg around his hip, because he likes to sleep just like that.

“I need you,” Benny thinks—and realizes in panic that he didn’t think it, but said it out loud.

Maran’s hand cups behind his neck, pulls him in closer. And they fall asleep, Maran holding him just like that.

#benny #maran #benny x maran #uni au #: )

[peronica]

The First Thing I'll Do....

Spoilers for season 5, remember in season 1 on the monorail the kids were talking about what they missed at home and what they'd do when they got back? Well, I wrote a quick story about it.

This is the first time I've tried to write a story involving texting as a main plot point, so just bear with me. And you can probably figure out who's who. Enjoy!

. . .

The first one came a week after the gang got home, not to Costa Rica, but once the doctors deemed them healthy enough to leave for their real homes. Jurassic World had provided each teen with a new phone as an “I’m sorry for leaving you for dead on the island” gift.

It was so random, no one knew what to think of it:

Track Star: Um, Sammy? Why are you hugging a cow? 

In the group chat Sammy had sent out a picture of her hugging a brown cow with a black face. 

Farm Girl: Remember when we were on the monorail? Yall said what yall’d do first when yall got home… Well, this is what I did! 🐮

Super Star: OMG! I FORGOT ABOUT THAT!

Dino Nerd: me too.

Jungle Boy: How do you even remember that?

Mr. VIP: Hey, is that Bessie?

Farm Girl: Yes it is! I’ve missed her so much, I went straight for the pasture before dad pulled me back to the house to see mom and the others. 😁

Mr. VIP: Only you, Sammy… 

Farm Girl: Ok, now yall have one week to send your pictures, or I’ll come take them myself!

Another picture popped up, this time, Brooklyn was hugging her coffee machine, smiling like a lunatic.

Super Star: Done! Who’s next?

Over the next week, the gang kept sending their pictures, the next one being Darius, his V.R. Headset pulled above his eyes as he held the controllers and smiled at the camera. 

Dino Nerd: turns out the jurassic world video game isn’t as scary as it used to be.

Jungle Boy: Yeah, running from real ones will do that to you.

The next day, Ben held his fanny pack, now clean, up. On the table in front of him sat a small water bottle, an open first aid kit, a small flashlight, a carob bar and juice, a small pad of paper with some crayons, and some folded paper towels.

Track Star: Ben… do those band-aids have dinosaurs on them?

Jungle Boy: They glow in the dark, providing another source of light!

Mr. VIP: Of course they do.

A few days later, Yaz sent a picture of her in her new running gear, lined up with a few other kids on a track. On her face was a smile, her eyes full of determination.

Track Star: Mom and the doctors won’t let me run very far, but a few of my track buddies let me sneak into their 100 yard race earlier.

Mr. VIP: Did you win?

Dino Nerd: just be careful of that leg.

Track Star: Yeah, I know. And yes, I won.

“Hey, what's got you so happy?”

Darius looked up to see his brother, Brand, walk into his room. “The gang and I are sending pictures of  the first thing we said we’d do when we got home, it’s nice to see everyone so happy even though we’re so far apart.”

“That’s great Darius, but then why does Kenji look so sad?”

“What?” Kenji asked.

“Well, all week you’ve had this look that, I can’t really explain it other than you look sad.” Brand explained.

“Yeah Kenj, I’ve noticed it too; You ok?”

Kenji looked between the two brothers, and faked a smile: “Oh yeah, I’m fine! It’s just that, I said the first thing I’d do was go bowling in the basement. But I can’t do that now, so I have nothing to show the others.”

Darius and Brand shared a look, “Kenji-”

“Really dude, I’m fine.” He stood up to leave the room, “I’m just getting a snack, you want anything?”

“No thank you,” Darius sighed as his new brother left the room.

Once he was out of hearing range, the remaining brothers began to make a plan.

. . . .

“Ok, where are you taking me?” It was the next day, and Darius and Brand had practically pushed Kenji into the family’s car.

“You’ll see when we get there,” Darius said mysteriously. 

“Or, you could tell me now?” Kenji suggested, “Seriously guys, this feels suspiciously like kidnapping.”

“How do you know what that feels like?” Brand asked from the driver’s seat.

“What? Didn’t you guys go through anti-kidnapping classes when you were little?” He asked sarcastically.

“Uh, no.”

Kenji seemed shocked, “really? Then how did you avoid being kidnapped?” 

“Stranger Danger?”

“Common Sense?” Brand looked up, “we’re here.”

Kenji still couldn’t see where he was, until he opened the door and read the sign. “You brought me to a Mexican restaurant?”

“What? No,” Darius turned Kenji around.

Kenji’s entire face lit up, “no way…”

“I know it’s not as fancy as your private one, and no way are we going to let you win, but-”

Kenji interrupted Darius by pulling him and Brand into a hug. “It’s perfect!”

A few minutes later the group chat updated, this time Kenji was holding a blue bowling ball in front of their bowling lane, he was smiling like a ninny and looked so proud.

Farm Girl: Good for you Kenji!

Track Star: I was wondering when you’d post.

Super Star: That's so sweet!

Jungle Boy: Why’d you pick an 8 pound ball?

Mr. VIP: Shut up Ben!

About half an hour later another picture showed up, this one was a scoreboard reading: Capt: 98, Dino: 104, B-man: 90. And then Darius’s phone said:

Dino Nerd: Brandon here, I totally let them win, just so you know.

Mr. VIP: Is that why you keep changing balls and yelling at the pins?

Dino Nerd: Shut up Kenji!

. . . .

I hope you liked the story, I wrote it in like 15 minutes, so it might seem a little sloppy. Also, I am still working on my other story, if anyone here knows that one, writer's block stinks.

I hope you have a great day!

#camp cretaceous #ben pincus #jwcc darius #Brandon bowman #kenji kon #jwcc brooklynn #sammy gutierrez #jwcc yaz

[mrbexwrites]

9 People you want to get to Know Better

Tagged by my new mutual @deanwax! Hi buddy!! :D

And just tagged by @surroundedbypearls as well :)

1. 3 ships: I'm not really a shipper, but there are 3 relationships that I really adore:

Lesley Knope & Ben Wyatt (Parks & Rec)

Amy Santiago & Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99)

Eleanor Shellstrop & Chidi Anagoye (The Good Place)

I just...I'm a bit of a softy for healthy relationships with good communication, okay?

2. First ever ship: I honestly can't remember. I think it was probably Quasimodo and Esmeralda from Hunchback of Notre Dame when I was a kid!!

3. Last song: Wrong Side of Heaven by Five Finger Death Punch

4. Last movie: Last Night in Soho on Netflix. It was fun and trippy and Anya Joy-Taylor was amazing! I wasn't expecting ghosts, but it has ghosts in it as well.

5. Currently reading: Jimmy the King by Gus Garcia-Roberts. I picked it up as research for dirty cops in Memento Mori because I was worried that my own fictional cops would be too unbelievable. But fml, this guys makes Line of Duty look tame! No wonder LISK was active for so long. It's a hefty read, but really well researched.

6. Currently watching: Just finished the latest season of WWDITS and making a start on Star Trek: Lower Decks. I want a moopsy already.

7. Currently consuming: Just finished off a bowl of homemade lentil and chili soup, with toast and butter. Yum.

8. Currently craving: Cheesy potato skins.

Passing the tag onto @akiwitch @scribe-of-stories @scifimagpie @writingf3 @queen-tashie @inflarescent and anyone who wants to do this. Please tag me so I don't miss this chance to get to know you guys a little bit better :D

[crazy56u]

Okay, so, let’s pretend I didn’t do that.

Plot twist: Sam leapt into DARPA at some point during the original show.

“Look, I have to find a needle in a haystack, just bear with me.” “Ian, it’s been like three months.”

Addison was disassociating, you cannot correct me.

Abridged version: “You think Addison is okay?” “The fuck do you think?”

“Wait, I found Ben- oh fuck, he’s in Jersey.”

Dude, just pee in a bottle, it’s 1970.

“I am not gonna run on you,” says the guy who is going to run on you.

Okay, thank fucking God, I thought Ben was gonna fall for that.

Look, after you retire from the police force, you either find a different hobby, or you just spontaneously combust.

What the fucking kind of last name is Zatt?

So of course Kevin dying is the bad history…

“I can’t be here just to put Kevin in jail.” Ben, you of all people should know that Kevin can fuck himself.

[I have been waiting the entire show to do that.]

“You take your eyes off this guy for on second, he’s gone.” And cue him breaking the toilet.

“This is all a misunderstanding!” “Yeah, and my name is Sam Beckett, pick a new lie.”

Kevin is supposed to be Saul Goodman, isn’t he…

Ben, maybe if you shove him out of the car right now, that is the good ending for the leap…

Annnnnd car chase!

Why is 1970 New Jersey experiencing the Dust Bowl?

[“Okay, Ben rolled the car, cue the credits, fucking hurry!”]

And it’s on fire!

…Ben, come on, man…

Oh, shit, Kevin actually decided to save him, nevermind.

“Whelp, the car exploded, let’s just- (cuff’d)” “FUCKING REALLY?!”

Look, all Ben needs to do is ram his shoulder into a heavy solid object, it’ll pop back in.

It would be an amazing plot twist if Kevin is the reason the Evil Leaper Project never showed up in this show, just by calling a guy…

Kevin, you are pulling at threads you have no right to be pulling at, it is taking Addison everything in her power to not start swearing.

“…hey, I know I was asking personal questions and shit, but why are you talking to a ghost?”

Kevin, you deserve to get shot at.

“What made you such a cynic.” “I just told you I have a brother.”

Why is Kevin trying to steal a teddy bear?

Is Hannah on the bus?

“I’m an optimist. Not an idiot.” Mic drop.

CALLED IT

Man, Addison picks the worst fucking times to watch the TV…

Annnnnd Addison had mentally decided to go for the tequila.

“So, for three years, I think Ben is dead.” You can just tell that Magic internally went “Okay, here we fucking go…”

Addison is about to go into her Joker arc.

Okay, that cowboy is too cool looking to be in this show.

Okay, with luck, Ben relocated his shoulder with that stunt.

…okay, the bloody shoulder is not a good sign…

Okay, calling it now, Kevin is about to lead Ben to Hannah.

My Brother, The Doctor

Okay, so the leap is getting Ben medical attention, and the sibling shit is a side benefit, got it.

Honestly, I think your nephew would get a kick out of seeing you cuffed.

Okay, getting a gun to the face, off to a good start.

CONFIRMED: Quantum Leap takes place in the same universe as A Christmas Story. I can now justifiably pitch a leap where Sam or Ben has to deal with the leg lamp.

Okay, to be fair, they had to say it. You can’t not do the “you’ll shoot your eye out” but with that gun.

I admire how much anger Ben had to choke down in order to agree to Kevin’s bullshit alibi.

I love how the brother immediately reveals he didn’t buy that shit.

Okay, somehow I knew there was a real reason he got passed over for valedictorian…

“Sorry I’m late!” Hannah, you did that intentionally, and you didn’t even know it.

“Hey, Nick, stop disassociating, it’s potato time.”

Okay, I am now convinced that somehow, that is actually Ben’s kid.

“You’re a scientist, Hannah?” “She was buddies with Einstein, and saw a man punch a Nazi.” “Wow, I can only imagine how cool that guy was, he was probably ripped.”

“You’re the chair.” I AM THE TABLE-

Josh is a Rutgers man, can relate. I am so sorry.

Okay, does Hannah know she’s talking to Ben?

“Josh, what’s Rutgers like?” Waterboarding.

Okay, now she knows.

[Fuck it, why not, Part 3.]

#quantum leap #spoilers #off the cuff #kevin can fuck himself #better call Saul #a christmas story #botchamania #to be continued #shitting on New Jersey

[softquietsteadylove]

Could you write the Eternals taking Jack trick or treating and Thena scaring the shit out of someone while Gil just laughs and Phastos just questions why he even tries to deal with either of them?

"Trick or Treat!"

"Thena, stop eating the candy!"

Jack and Thena both looked behind them at Phastos, shaking his head with his hands on his hips. Jack - with his plague doctor mask pushed up on top of his head - shrugged. "I told her she could have some."

"Oh, sure, she can have some," Phastos huffed at the unfairness of it all, "but last time I asked you told me that you had to make it last all year."

Thena stared her brother down, popping another sour candy into her mouth. "The sweets are his bounty, Phastos. He may do with it as he pleases."

Ben just laughed, watching as Jack dug around for more candy he thought his aunt would like. "He's sharing, Habibi--it's a good thing."

"Yeah," Gil snickered to the other side of Phastos, elbowing him, "don't be so jealous."

Phastos raised a brow at his brother, "I don't see you getting any."

Gil shrugged, trailing behind them as Jack left Thena a few last pieces before joining his friends again. "More for her."

Despite his happiness to let Thena take what she liked of Jack's generosity, she drifted back to his side, selecting a green apple candy and slipping it into his pocket.

He looked at her, but she was concentrating on the tart candy on her tongue. He extracted the hand from his pocket to wrap an arm around her. "I'd rather have that one."

But Thena turned her head, letting his lips collide with her cheek instead of her lips. "No."

"No?" Gil feigned shock and dismay.

"I already gave you one," Thena eyed her husband with a sly grin. "This one was selected specifically for me."

"Mm," Gil mused, touching the tip of his nose to hers, "I could always find a way of slipping it away from you."

"I swear to all the stars in the sky, you two-" Phastos began ranting at the couple while Ben continued to laugh at his husband and his in-laws' antics. "The only reason you're here is because the other parents wanted more than just me and Ben to watch them all."

Thena popped another candy into her mouth while Gil settled for the one she had given him. "That's not true, Jack invited us."

He had--he had insisted, actually, that his friends meet his 'super cool' uncle and aunt visiting from Australia. Although he had been disappointed to learn that he was not allowed to show off their superpowers.

"Don't remind me," Phastos grumbled. The kids returned from the next porch, jostling each other and laughing. "Okay guys, come on, two more blocks and that's it, that was the deal."

"Dad!"

"Don't 'Dad' me, mister," Phastos wagged his finger.

"Aunt Thena?" Jack turned to his greatest ally, but she avoided his eyes.

She was doing it on purpose. If she looked at that cute little human face she would definitely defy Phastos' very strict rule about not watching his son without at least one other person present.

"Uncle Gil?"

"Sorry buddy, your dad was pretty clear about this one," Gil laughed as the kid ran out of options. "But after the two blocks how 'bout I make some special hot chocolate when we get back?"

"What's so special about it?"

"No, you don't even know," Jack shook his head at his friends, waving them along to the next house. "It's so good."

Thena unwrapped the last candy gifted to her, chewing it slowly as the children ran ahead again. "Are these available constantly?"

"I think so," Gil mused, examining the wrapper she was about to stuff into his waiting pockets. "We can always bring some with us in case they're not in Australia."

"Hey!"

The adults all looked up with alarm. There was a traffic jam of sorts at the next house--a big, beautiful, visibly well off house with nothing but a bowl on the front step. The owners were away on vacation and trusting people to be honourable about the full size candy bars they were taking.

"You can't take five, that's not fair!"

Thena was already walking towards the house. Gil gave the back of her dress a little tug, "easy."

Phastos adjusted his glasses, "whoa, guys, what happened here?"

"They're taking all the candy!" Jack belted, pointing at the offenders.

Thena examined the older boys, not even concerned with pleading their case. Her eyes narrowed. "I thought there was an age restriction on such an event."

"Whoa, Jack, who's the milf?" one of the older ones laughed, clearly some low number of teen.

"Yeah, you kids should probably stick closer to home."

"Okay, boys," Phastos grumbled, his own veins starting to itch with energy. He considered himself a reasonable man. But this was his child they were messing with (not even wanting to think about the comment on his own sister).

Thena wasted no time. She gripped the back of the leather jacket the tallest one was wearing. She shook him, making the bars in his pockets drop to the ground. "What else have you pilfered?"

"H-Huh?! I-I don't--put me down!" his voice broke as he flailed in the taller woman's reach.

"Let go of him, bitch!"

Gil picked up the next one, also holding him like a stray animal getting a little too aggressive. "Okay, that's enough, kids. Why don't you all just run home, huh?"

The other three didn't have to be told twice, already halfway down the walkway and pushing past Ben on their way. He sighed--he was going to have to handle the calls from angry parents.

"It's okay, guys."

Surprisingly, it was Jack who was the voice of reason, holding out his palms to indicate the teenagers be put down. Thena tilted her head at her sweet natured nephew. She shook the older human again. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, Aunt Thena," Jack nodded, watching the humiliation colour the older boy's face. "He's probably learned his lesson by now."

Gil looked at Thena, asking her what she wanted to do. But she nodded; if Jack was sure, then so was she. He nodded, taking the boy from her grasp the way he would receive a kitten by its scruff. He carried his two human nuisances down the walkway, away from Jack and his friends. "You guys better not go around bothering anyone else."

As soon as they were on their feet again the two panicked, scrambling away desperately.

Phastos sighed again, at his family more than his son. "Do you know how much I am gonna have to deal with now because of this?"

Gil rolled his eyes, patting Phastos on the arm. "Like you weren't going to teach 'em a lesson of your own for messing with him?"

"That's not the point, Gil." Of course he was going to.

"Why're you so strong?"

Thena looked at Jack's friend (she hadn't bothered to learn any of their names). She looked at Gil, waiting for them all to rejoin them on the sidewalk. "We have the same workout routine."

"That's so cool!"

Kids were so willing to accept things. Thena smiled as they bounded off the deck, each with a candy bar of their own. She slipped one of the stolen ones into Jack's bag on his way past her.

"Thanks, Aunt Thena," he gave her a shy, toothy smile, holding up a second one he'd procured just for her. "I knew it was a good idea to bring you along."

She loved this human boy so much. Thena smiled, accepting the chocolate gently in her palm. She walked beside Jack behind his friends, breaking the slab in half and handing it back to him without a word.

Jack bit into it with a grin, watching as she bit into her half, holding it in her teeth. But he did roll his eyes as she greeted Uncle Gil with it, him leaning in to bite it off while kissing her at the same time.

#It's spooky time! #happy spooky season everyone! #I love spook season #I love ghosts #I love vampires #I love #Jack and Thenamesh

[brookston]

Holidays 9.2

Holidays

Aylan Kurdi Day

Badger Badger Badger Mushroom Day

Battle of Albulena Anniversary Day (Albania)

Bison-Ten-Yell Day

Bowling Shirt Day

Calendar Adjustment Day

Community Day (Ceuta, Spain)

Democracy Day (Tibet)

Dia de Ceuta (Spain)

Franchise Appreciation Day

Good Society Day

International Actuaries Day

International Vulture Awareness Day

Lemon Day (French Republic)

Mariamoba (Republic of Georgia)

Mindfulness Day

National Beheading Day

National Cinema Day (UK)

National Cowgirl Day

National Indoor Air Quality Day

National Live Fearless Day

National No Patrick Day (SpongeBob)

National Short People Day

Old Timer’s Day

Onliners Day

Pierce Your Ears Day

Sedantag (Sedan Day; Germany)

Spalding Baseball Day

Victory Over Japan Day (US)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Beer & Can Day

National Beer and Wings Day

National Blueberry Popsicle Day

National Cacao & Chocolate Day (Mexico)

National Espresso Martini Day

National Grits for Breakfast Day

World Coconut Day

1st Saturday in September

Coffee Day (Germany) [1st Saturday]

Digital Detox Day (UK) [1st Saturday]

Franchise Appreciation Day [Saturday Before Labor Day]

International Bacon Day [Saturday before 1st Monday in September]

International Vulture Awareness Day [1st Saturday]

National Cowgirl Day [Saturday of Labor Day Weekend]

National Hummingbird Day [1st Saturday]

National Mustard Day [1st Saturday]

National Play Outside Day [1st Saturday of Every Month]

National Services Day (Ireland) [1st Saturday]

National Tailgating Day [1st Saturday]

National Writing Date Day [1st Saturday]

Satyr's Day (Silenus, Greek God of Beer Buddies and Drinking Companions) [1st Saturday of Each Month]

Scottish Food & Drink Fortnight begins (Scotland) [1st Saturday thru 3rd Sunday]

Turkey Vulture Day [1st Saturday]

World Beard Day [1st Saturday]

Independence Days

Artsakh (from USSR, 1991) [unrecognized]

Nagorno-Karabakh (from Azerbaijan, 1991) [unrecognized]

Transnistria (from Moldova, 1990) [unrecognized]

Vietnam (from France & Japan, 1945)

Feast Days

Acepsimas of Hnaita and companions (Syriac Orthodox Church)

Agricola of Avignon (Christian; Saint)

Antoninus of Pamiers (Christian; Saint)

Benny Hill Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Brocard (Christian; Saint)

Castor of Apt (Christian; Saint)

Diomedes (Christian; Saint)

Eleazar (Christian; Saint)

Feast of All (Nussairis, Asia Minor)

Feast of Bishamonten (Japan)

Feast of Osiris (Egyptian God of Agriculture)

Festival of the Grapevines II: Dionysos (Pagan)

Hieu (Christian; Saint)

Ingrid of Sweden (Christian; Saint)

Justus of Lyon (Christian; Saint)

Margaret of Louvain (Christian; Saint)

Maxima of Rome (Christian; Saint)

Nipple Appreciation Day (Pastafarian)

Nonnosus (Christian; Saint)

Princess Tizz (Muppetism)

Romare Bearden (Artology)

Stephen, King of Hungary (Christian; Saint)

Watt (Positivist; Saint)

William of Roskilde (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Historically Bad Day (Great Fire of London, September Massacres in France, Anne Frank sent to concentration camp & 7 other tragedies) [8 of 11]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Premieres

All in a Nutshell (Disney Cartoon; 1949)

Battle of the Sexes (Film; 2017)

Beezy Bear (Disney Cartoon; 1955)

Ben Bolt, by Thomas Dunn English (Novel; 1843)

Big Thunder Mountain Railroad (Disneyland Attraction; 1979)

Buddy’s Day Out (WB LT Cartoon; 1933)

Carefree (Film; 1938)

The Cruel Sea, by Nicholas Monsarrat (Novel; 1951)

The Ducksters (WB LT Cartoon; 1950)

Eight Men Out (Film; 1988)

Express Yourself, by N.W.A. (Song; 1989)

Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables, by The Dead Kennedys (Album; 1980)

How to Have an Accident at Work (Disney Cartoon; 1959)

The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Film; 1923)

The Iceman Cometh (Play; 1946)

I Shall Wear Midnight, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 2010) [Discworld #38]

Little Brother Rat (WB MM Cartoon; 1939)

Monkey Business (Film; 1952)

Paprika (Animated Film; 2006)

Porky’s Hotel (WB LT Cartoon; 1939)

Prince Violent (WB LT Cartoon; 1961)

Puppy Love (Disney Cartoon; 1933)

Rear Window (Film; 1954)

Return to Forever, by Chick Corea (Album; 1972)

The Shape of Things to Come, by H.G. Wells (Novel; 1933)

Tales of the Wizard of Oz (Animated TV Series; 1961)

The Third Man (Film; 1949)

The Zero Theorem (Film; 2013)

Today’s Name Days

Ingrid, René, Salomon (Austria)

Ingrid, Just, Kalista, Mladen, Ostoja, Oton, Prosper, Višnja (Croatia)

Adéla, Patricie (Czech Republic)

Elisa, Maria (Denmark)

Maive, Maivi, Taive, Taivi (Estonia)

Justus, Kukka-Maaria, Maaria, Maija, Maiju, Maikki, Mari, Maria, Marika, Meeri, Riia, Sini, Sinikka (Finland)

Ingrid, Martinien (France)

Franz, Ingrid, René, Salomon (Germany)

Mamas (Greece)

Dorina, Ottó, Rebeka (Hungary)

Bernardino, Elpidio, Maria (Italy)

Dauma, Elīza, Elīze, Ilvars, Lauma, Lizete, Vineta, Zete (Latvia)

Gantautė, Ingrida, Jotvingas, Marijonas, Protenis, Steponas, Vilgaudė (Lithuania)

Kjartan, Kjellfrid, Lisa, Lise, Liss (Norway)

Absalon, Bohdan, Czech, Czechasz, Czechoń, Czesław, Dersław, Dionizy, Eliza, Henryk, Julian, Stefan, Tobiasz, Wilhelm, Witomysł (Poland)

Mamant (Romania)

Berta, Linda (Slovakia)

Antolín, Bartolomé, Bernardino, Íngrid, Marcia, Raquel, Urbano, Vidal (Spain)

Justina, Justus, Rosa, Rosita (Sweden)

Brock, Brook, Brooke, Brooklyn, Brooklynn, Brooks, Cassidy, Cassie, Castor, Kassidy, Kassie (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 245 of 2024; 120 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 35 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Coll (Hazel) [Day 26 of 28]

Chinese: Month 7 (Geng-Shen), Day 18 (Guide-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 16 Elul 5783

Islamic: 16 Safar 1445

J Cal: 5 Aki; Fiveday [5 of 30]

Julian: 20 August 2023

Moon: 91%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 21 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Watt]

Runic Half Month: Rad (Motion) [Day 6 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 73 of 94)

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 12 of 32)

#calendar #Holidays

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Holidays 9.2

Holidays

Aylan Kurdi Day

Badger Badger Badger Mushroom Day

Battle of Albulena Anniversary Day (Albania)

Bison-Ten-Yell Day

Bowling Shirt Day

Calendar Adjustment Day

Community Day (Ceuta, Spain)

Democracy Day (Tibet)

Dia de Ceuta (Spain)

Franchise Appreciation Day

Good Society Day

International Actuaries Day

International Vulture Awareness Day

Lemon Day (French Republic)

Mariamoba (Republic of Georgia)

Mindfulness Day

National Beheading Day

National Cinema Day (UK)

National Cowgirl Day

National Indoor Air Quality Day

National Live Fearless Day

National No Patrick Day (SpongeBob)

National Short People Day

Old Timer’s Day

Onliners Day

Pierce Your Ears Day

Sedantag (Sedan Day; Germany)

Spalding Baseball Day

Victory Over Japan Day (US)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Beer & Can Day

National Beer and Wings Day

National Blueberry Popsicle Day

National Cacao & Chocolate Day (Mexico)

National Espresso Martini Day

National Grits for Breakfast Day

World Coconut Day

1st Saturday in September

Coffee Day (Germany) [1st Saturday]

Digital Detox Day (UK) [1st Saturday]

Franchise Appreciation Day [Saturday Before Labor Day]

International Bacon Day [Saturday before 1st Monday in September]

International Vulture Awareness Day [1st Saturday]

National Cowgirl Day [Saturday of Labor Day Weekend]

National Hummingbird Day [1st Saturday]

National Mustard Day [1st Saturday]

National Play Outside Day [1st Saturday of Every Month]

National Services Day (Ireland) [1st Saturday]

National Tailgating Day [1st Saturday]

National Writing Date Day [1st Saturday]

Satyr's Day (Silenus, Greek God of Beer Buddies and Drinking Companions) [1st Saturday of Each Month]

Scottish Food & Drink Fortnight begins (Scotland) [1st Saturday thru 3rd Sunday]

Turkey Vulture Day [1st Saturday]

World Beard Day [1st Saturday]

Independence Days

Artsakh (from USSR, 1991) [unrecognized]

Nagorno-Karabakh (from Azerbaijan, 1991) [unrecognized]

Transnistria (from Moldova, 1990) [unrecognized]

Vietnam (from France & Japan, 1945)

Feast Days

Acepsimas of Hnaita and companions (Syriac Orthodox Church)

Agricola of Avignon (Christian; Saint)

Antoninus of Pamiers (Christian; Saint)

Benny Hill Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Brocard (Christian; Saint)

Castor of Apt (Christian; Saint)

Diomedes (Christian; Saint)

Eleazar (Christian; Saint)

Feast of All (Nussairis, Asia Minor)

Feast of Bishamonten (Japan)

Feast of Osiris (Egyptian God of Agriculture)

Festival of the Grapevines II: Dionysos (Pagan)

Hieu (Christian; Saint)

Ingrid of Sweden (Christian; Saint)

Justus of Lyon (Christian; Saint)

Margaret of Louvain (Christian; Saint)

Maxima of Rome (Christian; Saint)

Nipple Appreciation Day (Pastafarian)

Nonnosus (Christian; Saint)

Princess Tizz (Muppetism)

Romare Bearden (Artology)

Stephen, King of Hungary (Christian; Saint)

Watt (Positivist; Saint)

William of Roskilde (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Historically Bad Day (Great Fire of London, September Massacres in France, Anne Frank sent to concentration camp & 7 other tragedies) [8 of 11]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Premieres

All in a Nutshell (Disney Cartoon; 1949)

Battle of the Sexes (Film; 2017)

Beezy Bear (Disney Cartoon; 1955)

Ben Bolt, by Thomas Dunn English (Novel; 1843)

Big Thunder Mountain Railroad (Disneyland Attraction; 1979)

Buddy’s Day Out (WB LT Cartoon; 1933)

Carefree (Film; 1938)

The Cruel Sea, by Nicholas Monsarrat (Novel; 1951)

The Ducksters (WB LT Cartoon; 1950)

Eight Men Out (Film; 1988)

Express Yourself, by N.W.A. (Song; 1989)

Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables, by The Dead Kennedys (Album; 1980)

How to Have an Accident at Work (Disney Cartoon; 1959)

The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Film; 1923)

The Iceman Cometh (Play; 1946)

I Shall Wear Midnight, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 2010) [Discworld #38]

Little Brother Rat (WB MM Cartoon; 1939)

Monkey Business (Film; 1952)

Paprika (Animated Film; 2006)

Porky’s Hotel (WB LT Cartoon; 1939)

Prince Violent (WB LT Cartoon; 1961)

Puppy Love (Disney Cartoon; 1933)

Rear Window (Film; 1954)

Return to Forever, by Chick Corea (Album; 1972)

The Shape of Things to Come, by H.G. Wells (Novel; 1933)

Tales of the Wizard of Oz (Animated TV Series; 1961)

The Third Man (Film; 1949)

The Zero Theorem (Film; 2013)

Today’s Name Days

Ingrid, René, Salomon (Austria)

Ingrid, Just, Kalista, Mladen, Ostoja, Oton, Prosper, Višnja (Croatia)

Adéla, Patricie (Czech Republic)

Elisa, Maria (Denmark)

Maive, Maivi, Taive, Taivi (Estonia)

Justus, Kukka-Maaria, Maaria, Maija, Maiju, Maikki, Mari, Maria, Marika, Meeri, Riia, Sini, Sinikka (Finland)

Ingrid, Martinien (France)

Franz, Ingrid, René, Salomon (Germany)

Mamas (Greece)

Dorina, Ottó, Rebeka (Hungary)

Bernardino, Elpidio, Maria (Italy)

Dauma, Elīza, Elīze, Ilvars, Lauma, Lizete, Vineta, Zete (Latvia)

Gantautė, Ingrida, Jotvingas, Marijonas, Protenis, Steponas, Vilgaudė (Lithuania)

Kjartan, Kjellfrid, Lisa, Lise, Liss (Norway)

Absalon, Bohdan, Czech, Czechasz, Czechoń, Czesław, Dersław, Dionizy, Eliza, Henryk, Julian, Stefan, Tobiasz, Wilhelm, Witomysł (Poland)

Mamant (Romania)

Berta, Linda (Slovakia)

Antolín, Bartolomé, Bernardino, Íngrid, Marcia, Raquel, Urbano, Vidal (Spain)

Justina, Justus, Rosa, Rosita (Sweden)

Brock, Brook, Brooke, Brooklyn, Brooklynn, Brooks, Cassidy, Cassie, Castor, Kassidy, Kassie (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 245 of 2024; 120 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 35 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Coll (Hazel) [Day 26 of 28]

Chinese: Month 7 (Geng-Shen), Day 18 (Guide-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 16 Elul 5783

Islamic: 16 Safar 1445

J Cal: 5 Aki; Fiveday [5 of 30]

Julian: 20 August 2023

Moon: 91%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 21 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Watt]

Runic Half Month: Rad (Motion) [Day 6 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 73 of 94)

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 12 of 32)

#Holidays

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July 8th - August 9th, Washington

We took Raina to her first vet visit, where she got shots and we signed up for a discounted not-insurance policy for the next year that includes all regular visits and shots.

One of the Allium heads in our garden had a funny cull that looked very bird-like to me.

Gae's sister Stacy thoughtfully sent a human sized dog-bed that takes up most of the living room floor. Too big, but everyone loves it, so it's not going anywhere!

We took the van to Seattle for a few days on the 13th, where Raina discovered she can sleep comfortably with her nose in the empty food bowl.

In addition to her doctors appointment, Gae got in a visit with her Toastmaster friend, Betty, in Des Moines.

In regard to the Dr visit, Gae's decades-long Dr. retired, so she had to fill out paperwork to be assigned another Doctor. One of the fields on the form asked what you would like to be called during visits. Her choice... "Your Majesty". She got a rise in the waiting room and by the Doctor when they used it. Being of the people, she informed her Doctor, he could call her Gae. Hilarious!

We also got in a visit with Rob and Ben for dinner, after which we stopped to let the dogs out and for Raina to suck up some Ben love:-)

We joined the Port Angeles Garden Club across our alley for an award given to our neighbor Carol for her beautiful garden on July 24th.

Gae got out with her church hiking group on the 25th... a great bi-weekly outing.

Raina has been getting Gae up too much during the night, so she's stuck napping frequently. The other dogs don't seem to mind:-)

We got a picture from our friend Sarah of Rob and her son Cooper, taken downtown Seattle, where they bumped in to each other. Cooper was a tyke when we lived next door to him and Rob was in high school. Time flies!

Our friends, Dave and Diane from Olympia and, our buddy Andy made a painful trek to Port Angeles for a PA Lefties baseball game on August 5th. We had a great time, but the journey for all was horrible with traffic and Hood Canal bridge crossing delays.

With the field lights on and it starting to get dark, the sun made its first appearance of the day as it set, lighting up the mountains behind us.

The van window somehow fell out the evening of the game, so I spent a few hours re-gluing and getting it re-installed. Old van:-(

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Art Tatum - All the things you are (partition de la transcription)

Art Tatum - All the things you are - partition (piano sheet music transcription)

https://vimeo.com/745921267

ART TATUM

Le pianiste Art Tatum, (1910-1956) est né dans une famille de musiciens amateurs. Atteint d'une cécité presque totale, il entre à l'âge de treize ans dans un institut Columbus pour étudier le violon et le piano. À l'âge de seize ans, il commence à jouer dans des clubs et deux ans plus tard, en 1928, et déjà en tant que professionnel, il est engagé par une radio locale, la WSPD, dans laquelle il occupe une émission quotidienne d'un quart d'heure qui, étant donné son succès, sera bientôt diffusé dans toute l'Amérique sur NBC, ce qui, en plus de la publicité, lui donnera une extraordinaire réputation de musicien, même sans quitter l'Ohio, sa ville natale. En 1932, il s'installe à New York pour accompagner Adelaide Hall, avec lequel il réalise son premier enregistrement, et l'année suivante il enregistre pour le label Brunswick ses premiers succès au piano solo tels que « Tiger Rag » ou « Tea for Two ». » , qui a fait sensation. Tatum a été engagé dans les cinq années suivantes dans les meilleurs clubs du pays, de Cleveland à Chicago (dans le célèbre "Three Deuces", de là à Hollywood, où il a donné le fameux concert au "Paramount Theatre" et enfin à New York , dans la "Famous Door". Sa renommée de meilleur pianiste de l'histoire du jazz est déjà solidement établie auprès de la critique, du public, et bien entendu de ses confrères musiciens qui le respectent et le vénèrent d'une manière extraordinaire. En 1938, il se rend à Londres pour jouer au "Ciro's" et au "Paradise Club". De retour à New York, et après un bref passage sur la côte ouest, Art Tatum joue dans différentes salles : "Onyx Club" ; "Kelly's" et le " Café Society Downton. En 1943, Tatum rompt avec le monde des performances solo et forme un trio avec le guitariste Tiny Grimes et le bassiste Slam Stewart. Le succès du trio est instantané et les disques qu'ils signent pour le label MCA sont exemplaires et à cette époque ils atteignent leur plus haut niveau de popularité. En 1944, Tatum fait partie des figures du jazz invitées au célèbre concert organisé par le Metropolitan Opera House de New York pour le magazine "Esquirre" aux côtés de Louis Armstrong, Billie Holiday et Coleman Hawkins, entre autres. Les années suivantes, et désormais figure mythique, il joue dans les clubs de la 52e rue à New York, parcourt le pays chaque année, et même l'avènement du bebop n'enlève rien à sa renommée. En 1953, il signe un contrat avec Norman Granz, le producteur du timbre "Pablo" (Nom donné en l'honneur du peintre espagnol, Pablo Picasso, son ami et qui en correspondance tirera l'anagramme du timbre) et enregistre, en moins de trois années, un nombre impressionnant d'albums en solo ou entouré de certains des meilleurs musiciens du moment, tels que Benny Carter, Ben Webster, Roy Eldridge, Buddy Rich, Lionel Hampton ou Buddy de Franco, entre autres. Il s'agit de sa célèbre série « The Tatum solo Masterpieces » (Pablo, 1953-1955) et de son non moins extraordinaire recueil intitulé : « The Tatum Group Masteripieces » (Pablo, 1954-1956). Avec une santé gravement détériorée et aggravée par le rythme de vie qu'il avait mené les années précédentes, jouant nuit après nuit sans dormir, abusant de l'alcool et entouré en permanence de fumée, Art Tatum commence à montrer des signes évidents de sa maladie. Cependant, et sans vouloir abandonner l'activité musicale, un superbe concert donné le 15 août 19546 au « Hollywood Bowl » devant près de vingt mille personnes, et l'extraordinaire séance d'enregistrement tenue le mois suivant, le 11 septembre, en compagnie de Ben Webster, ce sera son chant du cygne. Le 4 novembre 1956, il est admis au "Queen Of Angels Hospital" où il décédera une semaine plus tard, le 11 de ce même mois, d'une crise d'urémie à quarante-six ans. Art Tatum, est resté dans l'histoire du jazz, comme le pianiste le plus impressionnant de tous les temps, et est considéré comme la figure la plus importante parmi pratiquement tous ses successeurs. Tout spécialiste du piano qui l'a entendu pour la première fois aujourd'hui connaîtra sans aucun doute le même impact que ceux qui l'ont fait dans les années trente, et son influence, bien qu'il s'agisse d'un musicien classique et non d'un révolutionnaire, est indiscutable dans toutes les générations de pianistes postérieurs. Read the full article

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Calum Migraine

<Part 1 , ~Part 2~

This is still cringy to me, but a little of people liked it on Wattpad, so I'm sure it's just the fact that I wrote it.

Warnings: depictions of illness, vomiting

Written in 2018

Word Count: 1907

Updates are every Tuesdays and Thursdays

Also Available on Wattpad and AO3!!!

Part 2:

Calum's p.o.v:

Jack finished cleaning the sink and took care of the rug. I was still sobbing in Luke's embrace. Jack turned off the light and walked up to me and bent down to sit on the floor with us. He gripped my shoulder. I looked up at him hearing the light switch off. "You ok Calum? Do you feel well enough to go into the living room or Luke's room to lay down?"

"No I don't think I'm done." I felt my throat tighten up and struggled to get back up and Jack and Luke helped me up and back over the toilet. As soon as I was over the bowl, I wretched very loudly causing both of them to grimace and look at the door few seconds. I coughed hard for a couple minutes, the coughes getting wetter and wetter.

"Is he going to be ok?" Ben asked sadly leaning against the door frame. He had heard me getting sick since Jack didn't think to close the door. He jolted out of bed and ran to the bathroom. None of us heard him so we all jumped when he asked. I wretched strong and loudly again.

"He should be, but he has a massive migraine." Jack said. He looked over at Luke and saw him trying his hardest to fight sleep. I felt him leaning on me slightly and once in a while his rubbing would slowly come to a stop, only to pick up again."Luke go lay down we can take care of him." Luke shook his head.

"I don't want to leave him like this... I'm fine. I'm not tired." He lied, his voice raspy from falling asleep for a moment. He sat back up and leaned against the bathtub.

"Luke I'm not even near you and I can see your eyes closing. We got this, he'll be fine. Go to sleep. We will get you if anything happens. How's that sound?" Ben offered.

I swallowed back another gag. "Go Luke. I trust they will take care of me. I'll be fine." I told him looking at him and smiled the best smile I could manage with vomit slowly making it's way up my throat.

He finally agreed and got up. He walked towards the door and looked back at me before heading to his room.

Ben and Jack could both see that I was holding down my vomit until Luke was in him room. I was dripping sweat my my cheeks we're slightly puffed. Ben watched as Luke closed his bedroom door. As soon as the door closed he looked at me and nodded and closed the bathroom door. "Ok Calum, he's in his room." I shoved my head back into the bowl and everything just poured out of my mouth at once. No force was needed for it to come rushing up. "Damn." Ben walked over to me and started rubbing my back as Jack got up. I hacked loudly and spit excess bile out of my mouth.

"I'm going to set up the living room for you Calum. I'll be back."

Jack's p.o.v:

I walked out of the bathroom. 'Damn I feel so bad for him. I've never even seen him sick before and he got it so bad. I don't blame Luke for not wanting to leave.' I thought. I didn't even know what time it was, but I was beginning to see light shine through the blinds. I put blankets over all of the blinds, grabbed the bowl of popcorn and washed it so the smell was out and brought it back into the living room and placed it on the coffee table. I grabbed some Ginger beer and some medicine for his head and placed it next to the bowl. I also placed a couple towels down, one on the floor and the other on the couch on top of one of the pillows just in case he gets sick before he can grab the bowl or in his sleep. I've done it it's not fun.

I walked back into the bathroom and poor Calum was heavily panting over the bowl. "Ok buddy, you good?" I asked kneeling down.

"Think so. For now at least." He spit 5 times into the bowl and looked up. I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and gently wiped his face.

"Ok let's get you to the couch. Up we go..." I said putting his arm around my shoulders and bringing him to his feet mindful of his stomach.

We walked into the living room and I laid him to the couch. I grabbed the meds and handed them to him and he took the gratefully. He took another cautious sip of the Ginger beer and God, I hope for his sake he can keep it down. He furrowed his brow and swallowed compulsively for a moment and handed me the soda. He laid his hand on his stomach and took a very deep breathe. Ben sat on the loveseat. "You need to try to keep those down for at least half an hour. Do you think you can do that?" Ben asked earning a shrug in return.

"I'm going to try, but I have no idea if I will be able to I'm already feeling gaggy again." Ben and I nodded.

"Try to get some sleep Calum. We will be here when you wake up and or if you need us. Let us know if you want me to get Luke. I'm sure he won't mind." Calum nodded. And tried to fall asleep. He laid there for about 15 minutes before the pain in his head spiked again.

"Mmmmmmmn..." Calum rolled over and opened his eyes. What I saw broke my heart. He had tears in his eyes. He looked at me. "Is there anything I can do for this nausea while I wait for the thirty minutes... I don't know if I will be able to keep it down. I feel like shit." I shook my head giving him a sad smile.

"Something you can try is breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. That tends to help some at least." He started the breathing exercise in hopes it would help.

Calum's p.o.v:

I never did fall asleep. My head and stomach hurt too badly. I kept trying to breathe like Ben suggested, but it was not working in the least. "How much longer Jack?"

"10 minutes. Can you hold it?" I shrugged I really didn't know, though I was beginning to lead toward no. "Would you like to see if the Ginger beer would help any." I took a deep breathe, propped myself up on my elbrow, and reached for the soda he was holding and carefully took a small sip. I handed him the soda and tilted my head back willing the time to pass by quicker. "Besides the nausea, how's your head?" I shook my head again. I felt my entire body heat up and my breathing quickened. 'Fuck' I reached for the bowl as my mouth filled with saliva. I grabbed the bowl and held it in front of me until Jack starting hold it for me. Ben walked over and held my hand so I wouldn't fall forward. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe through this insainly uncomfortable feeling. I gagged very violently and lowered my head above the bowl. I squeezed Ben's hand really hard as the pain in my head reached it's worse.

"Oh fuck my head." I started sobbing again. "How much longer..."

"Like 2 minutes. Calum you're doing great."

"The medicine isn't doing shit for me. Owww fuck. Mmmhhhmmmmmm..." I wretched right after saying that. They felt so bad that there was nothing they could do for me. I gagged and burped up bile at the same time. "Shit. Shit. Shit. Owww. Eh heh ow..."

"Shh... Cal it's ok. Breathe." Ben soothed me and rubbed my head gently trying to ease any pain that he could. "Hopefully those meds had enough time to take effect..." He told Jack, and he agreed. Just then, without any warning at all my stomach sent up the Ginger beer and stomach acid. I began to shake viontly from the pain and exertion. I heaved and wretched for around 5 minutes. I was left panting over the bowl.

"Mmmhhhhmmm ehhhh..." Liz and Andrew walked out into the living room. They had awoken 5 minutes ago and heard the gagging and heaving and were instantly concerned.

"Oh, Calum, baby... What happened sweetie?" She asked upon seeing me.

"Head." I choked out.

"Was he given anything for it?" she asked.

"He did, but he threw it up before it could start to take affect..." Just as he said that my stomach sloshed angrily.

"Mmmmmnnn..." I was laying back down at this point and Jack had put the bowl back onto the table. I covered my mouth with my hand, praying I could keep whatever was left in my down.

"Cal... You ok buddy...?" Andrew asked seeing my face go to a horrific shade of pale green. A tear traveled down my cheek as I shook my head and rolled over. I was too dizzy to even prop myself up at this point. Vomit was in my mouth before any of us could register, not even me. I leaned over the couch at lightening speed. I opened my mouth letting it all come up... Which I felt really guilty for. Everyone started rubbing my back while Jack, being the closest held onto my shoulders to make sure I didn't fall forward. I gripped Jacks arm with a death grip as I heaved.

"Good thing I thought ahead..." Jack said looking up at Liz and Andrew as they nodded.

As soon as I got a break I looked up slightly toward Luke's parents. "I'm so sorry... We came here to visit and have fun... Y-" I was cut off by my stomach push more vomit up my throat.

"Don't say that Cal, Liz and I see you and the rest of the boys just as we see Luke, Jack, and Ben. You are our sons, even if it isn't by blood." I got a chorus of I love yous and he's rights and it made me realize how special Luke's family was to me. They didn't care that I was sick, well they did, but they only wanted me to get better. They didn't see it as a waste of time that we could be spending laughing and playing games, or watching movies, or going out.

Luke's p.o.v:

Little did any of them know, that I was standing in the hallway when Calum had said what he did. I knew my family cared about my band members, but I guess I didn't know the extent of it. Hearing my father say that brought tears of joy to my eyes. I'm thankful my family could love so much.

We spent the day taking care of Calum. Even when his migraine finally ceased, we stayed with him and made sure he was fully back to health. By the afternoon his headache was gone and he was back to his healthy self. While we were all spending time together Calum spoke up.

"I can't thank you guys enough for what you all have done for me last night and today. I love you guys so much...."

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