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oliverreedmasterass · 10 months

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Greta Van Fleet having their own Disney Channel show like imagine if they were brought up that way omg

Notes: EVERYONE GIVE ALEX (@jmkho) SO MUCH LOVE FOR THE INCREDIBLE TITLE, I LOVE IT WITH ALL OF MY HEART SHE'S SO UNBELIEVABLY TALENTED!!! AND ADDISON (@starcatcherkiszka) THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPT AND TALKING ME THROUGH THE PLAN FOR THIS FIC!! Much love to you both 🫶

Synopsis: In this pilot episode of a Disney Channel-esque show, the members of Greta Van Fleet all face their own personal challenges: Josh struggles with writer's block, Jake is convinced the studio is haunted, and Danny and Sam are in the midst of an intense prank war

Words: 5k (but it goes by fast since it's a script, trust me)

Warnings: ghosts/spookiness/hauntings, allusions to insanity, chimpanzees, James Hetfield

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The scene opens in the studio. Josh is pacing back and forth while murmuring to himself, Jake is perched on a stool with an acoustic guitar in his hand staring blankly at a wall, Danny is behind his drum kit attempting to twirl his drumsticks around, and Sam is sitting at his keys cradling an impressive cup of coffee.

JOSH: I can’t believe this.

JAKE: It’ll come to you, don’t worry. It always does.

JOSH: No, it’s just, I don’t know. It feels different this time. Like, my brain isn’t coming up with anything.

DANNY: I think the song you started writing about your rhinestones had potential.

[Flashback to Josh brainstorming the rhinestone song]

JOSH: Twinkling, glittering, glimmering musical colors radiating on my face, my shining face, beaming at youuuuuuu…

[Cut back to the present]

Josh squints at Danny. It’s obvious he knows Danny is lying.

JAKE: We have time before this song has to be done, Josh. No need to force it out.

SAM: [to Jake] Actually I think he would work better under pressure. [to Josh] If we don’t finish this song in the next hour, I’m leaving the band.

JAKE, DANNY: Sam!

Josh drops to the floor and folds himself up in the fetal position with a moan.

JAKE: Great idea, Sam.

Jake sets his guitar down and squats next to Josh so he can place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

JAKE: [to Josh] Why don’t we give you some space to work out the lyrics?

Behind Jake and Josh, Sam takes a drink from his coffee and spits it out with a loud “BLEGH!” Everyone turns to look at him.

DANNY: [cheekily] Burn your tongue?

SAM: This tastes awful, like a salt lamp!

JOSH: How do you know what a salt lamp tastes like?

With a wide grin, Danny removes a handful of empty salt packets from his pocket and holds them up to Sam to see.

DANNY: Gotcha.

SAM: No!

JAKE: Is this a part of your stupid prank war?

SAM: It’s not stupid.

DANNY: I’m beating Sam by a landslide. I only have to prank him three more times and then the crown will be mine. Sam, you have what? Seven more pranks? You’d think with two older brothers and all, you’d be a lot better at this.

SAM: You haven’t seen my best pranks yet.

DANNY: I’m hoping they’re better than drawing a banana on my drum kit. And my car. Actually, why do you keep drawing bananas on my stuff?

SAM: It’s funny.

DANNY: It’s annoying.

Josh groans from the floor.

JAKE: C’mon, Josh. Get up.

Jake helps a limp Josh back to his feet and makes sure that he’s going to stand upright when he releases his grip on his shoulders. Josh looks dazed but stands vertically, which earns him a pat on the head from Jake.

JOSH: I’m gonna get the studio to myself?

JAKE: Yeah, we’ll give you some space to actually hear your own thoughts.

In the background, Danny crawls on his hands and knees to Sam’s feet where he proceeds to tie his shoelaces together. Sam is blissfully ignorant, giving his rank coffee another testing sip, which he spits out again.

JOSH: Okay, yeah, hear my thoughts, good, yeah.

Jake grabs his guitar and leads the way out of the studio, giving Josh a quick wave which Josh returns. Danny follows behind Jake and Sam stands to his feet, still unaware of his shoelaces.

SAM: [whispering to Josh] Hey, give me a call if you need any help.

JOSH: Thanks, I won’t.

SAM: I’ve got some good ideas to motivate you to write something.

JOSH: I don’t trust you.

SAM: I’m only a phone call away.

JOSH: Please leave the room, Sam.

SAM: You’ve got it, brother.

Sam starts to take a step forward and promptly tumbles to the ground with a thump. Danny and Jake pop their heads back into the room and start to laugh and taunt Sam, who is staring down at his feet in awe.

SAM: DANNY! HOW? WHAT? WHEN?

DANNY: [calling from outside the room] It’s too easy! 2 pranks to go!

Sam grumbles, hastily unties his shoes, and then ducks out of the room, hanging his head in embarrassment. The door slams shut, finally engulfing Josh in silence. He closes his eyes and lets in a deep inhale, followed by a long exhale. He opens his eyes and sits on the floor next to a notepad and pen that had obviously been discarded in frustration earlier.

Starcatchers Theme/Opening Titles

[acoustic theme song with a harmonica]

From the fires we emerged anew,

Singing, playing rock and roll,

Reviving a genre just for you.

Across the globe we traveled far

Recruiting an army of peace,

Enchanting crowds with our guitar.

A battle ensued at the Gardens Gate

And we preserved the gift of nature,

Standing up against a culture of hate.

We are the Starcatchers, reaching for the sky,

Discovering words of wisdom to live by.

We deliver a message from the heavens above:

Live your legend through the intelligence of love.

[end theme]

JOSH: [to the camera] It’s one song. Just a single song. What does it matter? People can never understand what I’m saying anyways, I could write literally anything.

Josh immediately stares daggers at his notepad, deep in thought. His face is starting to turn red and his eyes bug out. He stops before his head explodes and throws himself on his back, staring up at the ceiling of the studio.

JOSH: Nothing.

Across the hall and a few doors down, Jake is in an empty studio, walking in circles while strumming his acoustic guitar.

JAKE: [singing] What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor ear-lay in tha mornin’! Way hay and up she rises, way hay and up she rises, way hay and up-

Jake is cut off by the sound of something scraping against wood. Jake’s face pales in fear and he whirls around in a quick circle, searching for the source of the sound.

JAKE: I just wanna say, for the record, I can kick really, really hard.

The scraping suddenly stops and Jake lets out a sigh of relief. Then, he catches a glimpse of a water bottle quickly jerking across a table in the corner of the room. It seems as though it moved on its own. In a blind panic, Jake drops his guitar and books it for the studio door. He jiggles and pushes on the handle to no avail. The door appears to be locked.

JAKE: Ruh roh raggy.

Jake is breathing heavily now, well beyond the brink of panic, and starts to kick the door with all of his might. The threat he threw out earlier has some merit: he can kick really, really hard, but the door doesn’t budge. Jake squeezes his eyes shut and smacks his forehead.

JAKE: C'mon, brain. Give me something.

Jake grabs hold of the door knob again. He twists the handle and tries pushing out, but the door is still sealed shut. Jake turns the knob again and pulls the door towards him. The door opens.

JAKE: [staring at the door warily] You’ve got to be kidding me.

Now free from the haunted studio room, Jake runs down the hallway as fast as he can, past Danny, who is sitting in the studio lobby.

JAKE: Ghosts!

Danny watches Jake run past and then, unbothered, looks back down at his phone. Behind him, Sam sneaks along the wall of the lobby like he’s in Mission Impossible, armed with two bananas. He creeps closer to Danny and can’t help but let out a soft laugh, which makes Danny turn around.

DANNY: What’s going on?

Sam quickly retracts both hands behind his back to hide the bananas.

SAM: Nothing…

DANNY: What have you got behind your back?

SAM: Oh, you know, stuff. Taxes. I have taxes.

Before Sam can react, Danny springs to his feet, barrels towards Sam, grabs his arms, and tugs them out in front of him so Danny can see the two bananas. Danny and Sam both stare down at what’s in Sam’s hands, and then Danny shoots Sam a tired look.

DANNY: More bananas?

SAM: Hyah!

Sam tosses the two bananas at Danny’s chest so they hit him with a soft thump before dropping to the floor. Danny stares down at the bananas, expressionless.

DANNY: You just bruised two perfectly good bananas.

SAM: Pick them up, you’ll get the prank. It’s a really stellar one.

Danny looks like he doesn’t want to, but he grabs the bananas and turns them around in his hands with his eyebrows arched.

DANNY: Oh my god. You drew my car and drum kit on these?

SAM: I’m on my A-game now, Daniel!

Sam runs off, cackling loudly. Danny watches him go and shakes his head.

DANNY: [to the camera] What does he think a prank is?

Danny places the bananas on the lobby table and then sighs and walks in the direction Sam went, passing by the studio where Josh is currently holed up. In the studio, Josh is stationed in front of a whiteboard.

JOSH: What story should I tell? What needs to be added to the Greta Van Fleet universe? [Speaking aloud as he writes on the whiteboard using a sharpie] I get carsick. No. Jake’s feet smell bad. No. Womb memories. No. European architecture. No. Argh!

Josh launches the sharpie off to the side and it crashes against one of Danny’s cymbals.

JOSH: This is impossible. I can’t do this by myself.

Josh eyes a landline phone sitting in the studio. The screen splits in two as Josh calls James Hetfield, and he answers the phone.

JAMES: Howdy, it’s the beast under your bed, in your closet, in your head. What can I do for ya?

JOSH: Hey, quick question, do you ever have such a hard time writing a song that you want to pull your brain out of your head and play basketball with it?

JAMES: Can’t say that I have.

JOSH: Darn.

JAMES: Want some advice? Don’t answer that. I’m gonna give it to you anyway. Write about the things that make your skin crawl, that make you shiver, that your brain actively avoids thinking about. That’s where your most complex emotions lay.

JOSH: Eighteen wheelers. I’m certain they can’t see me when I’m driving next to them.

JAMES: No, I’m talking about like the lowest of lows here. Think war, famine, plague, climate change, scary stuff.

JOSH: Chimpanzees. Ooh, I’m getting shivers. I think it’s working, James!

JAMES: Oh, um, okay, get to writing then, Josh. I won’t keep you.

With an air of triumph, Josh slams the phone down.

Outside the studio, Jake is talking on the phone with a 9-1-1 operator.

JAKE: I don’t think you understand what I’m saying, the water bottle moved.

9-1-1 OPERATOR: No, I get what you’re saying. That’s not an emergency, sir.

JAKE: Listen to me, the water bottle moved on its own. There’s something paranormal happening here, and I don’t want a poltergeist situation going down. Being sucked into a spooky closet is one of my top 10 fears.

9-1-1 OPERATOR: I’m going to hang up. I have other calls to get to.

The line disconnects. Jake huffs and jams his phone back into his pocket.

JAKE: How do they not have a paranormal sub-department?

In the background in the parking lot of the studio, Danny tiptoes into frame with a marshmallow gun and a pair of goggles on. He scans the area and then crouches down, on the prowl, trying to find Sam.

DANNY: [softly] Sammy, come out and play. I’ve got a little treat for you.

Danny continues creeping around the cars and, as he moves past Sam’s Tesla, Sam jumps out of the trunk, decked out in a banana costume.

SAM: [literally shouting] COME MISTER TALLY MAN, TALLY ME BANANA!

DANNY: [shouting back] WHAT IS WITH YOU AND THE BANANAS?

Sam reaches into his back pocket and retrieves a new banana, which he once again throws at Danny.

SAM: How does it ‘peel’ to get pranked this hard, Daniel?

Sam proudly removes himself from the trunk and stands in front of Danny, placing his hands on his hips with confidence. Danny can’t help but silently unload his marshmallow gun on Sam, pummeling him with mini marshmallows. Sam squeaks out in shock and ducks into a ball on the pavement. Danny continues until he’s out of marshmallows.

DANNY: [down to Sam] One more prank to go.

SAM: [coughing up marshmallows] You’ll never win.

Jake runs over to his band members.

JAKE: [still unbelievably on edge] There is something creepy afoot here.

DANNY: I’ve told you before, Jake, the moaning sounds you keep hearing are coming from the experimental band’s sessions down the hall.

JAKE: A water bottle moved right in front of my eyes.

SAM: [mocking, from the ground] Ooh scary.

Jake picks up a marshmallow from the ground and proceeds to chuck it at Sam.

JAKE: [back to Danny] There’s a ghost in there and it’s upset that we’re invading its space. I’m gonna get sucked into a closet if I go back in there, and I can’t risk it.

Danny and Sam exchange a glance.

DANNY: I’ll go back in with you and show you that there’s nothing to worry about.

SAM: And I’ll stay here because I really don’t care.

Danny shoots Sam a look and then guides a reluctant Jake back towards the studio.

JAKE: Do you have any holy water on you?

DANNY: I don’t think that works on ghosts, Jake. What do you think we’re up against here?

JAKE: I want to be prepared for anything.

Even though Jake is dragging his heels, Danny succeeds in pushing him through the front doors and guides him past the lobby, towards the “haunted” studio. Jake once again looks pale as a sheet.

DANNY: See? Nothing supernatural going on here. Except you. God, you look like a ghost.

JAKE: [whispering] I’m a ghost?

DANNY: No, no, come on, show me the room where it happened.

Jake starts to cautiously step towards the room when they hear Josh belting out lyrics down the hall. Danny and Jake stop in their tracks and listen.

JOSH: Ooh! Ooh! Aah! Aah! Chimpanzee on my mind, coming near me, he’s by my side!

Without uttering a word, it’s mutually agreed between Danny and Jake that they need to step in before Josh writes any more terrible lyrics. They both move to his studio door and storm in. Josh is sitting on a stool, shaking a tambourine, but stops when he notices them.

JOSH: Something wrong?

JAKE: What the hell are you singing?

JOSH: [cautiously] The new song?

DANNY: Chimpanzee on my mind?

JOSH: You don’t like it?

JAKE: Our album is called Starcatcher, Josh. Could you write about something a bit more on theme than apes?

JOSH: [matter of factly] They sent a chimp to space.

DANNY: This is a good starting point, Josh. Maybe try to work with something a bit more abstract. How do chimps in space make you feel?

JOSH: Confused.

DANNY: Okay? Try to work off of that.

JOSH: Yeah, yeah, okay.

Josh shoos Jake and Danny out of the studio and looks back at his notepad with a sigh. Jake and Danny step out of the room and move back towards the haunted studio. Jake stands by the door, glued in place. Danny watches him.

DANNY: Should I?

Jake purses his lips and nods. Danny slowly pushes the door open and steps in first. Jake hesitantly follows behind him. Danny scans around.

DANNY: Everything looks normal to me.

Jake has peeled himself away from Danny and is stationed in front of the haunted water bottle, where all of his problems began.

JAKE: [pointing a half centimeter to the right of where the water bottle is now sitting] It used to be here. But now it’s here.

DANNY: Uh huh.

JAKE: It jerked over on its own. I was nowhere near it. And there were weird scratching noises too. Maybe there’s something in the walls.

DANNY: Like a squirrel?

JAKE: Like a ghoul.

DANNY: You know, what is a ghoul?

JAKE: A force you shouldn’t reckon with.

DANNY: I wish you could be a bit more specific sometimes.

JAKE: I can’t help that I’m mysterious.

DANNY: No, actually I do think that’s something you can help -

A chilling sound fills the studio.

MYSTERIOUS GHOSTLY VOICE: Oohhohohooooohhhhhoooooooooo

Jake screams and jumps into Danny’s arms. Danny instinctually catches Jake. The lights start to flicker.

JAKE: RUN, DANNY, RUN! BEFORE THE CLOSET OPENS AND TAKES ME!

DANNY: THERE’S NO CLOSET IN HERE, JAKE!

Danny runs out of the studio anyways and bumps into Sam, still dressed in the banana costume, in the hall.

SAM: What’s going on?

JAKE: [not making any sense] Water bottle and wood and oohhhooooohooohooo sounds and ghouls and spooky and closets and -

SAM: Danny?

DANNY: The studio is haunted.

SAM: Oh, word.

Jake squirms out of Danny’s arms and faces Sam.

JAKE: You’re not freaked out?

SAM: Why should I be?

JAKE: Ghosts, Sam! They’ll get you! They’re always two steps ahead.

SAM: Ghosts don’t have feet.

JAKE: It’s an expression, Sam!

Cut to Josh in his studio. Jake and Sam’s argument is muffled outside the door, but still audible. Josh sits back on the ground in front of his notepad and pen.

JOSH: C’mere, lyrics, pspspsp, come to papa.

This obviously does not work.

JOSH: [tapping his pen on his chin] Maybe I’d be inspired by our old lyrics? Uhhh what’s a good one? Light My Love? Your mind is a stream of colors. Stream of colors, stream of colors, stream of co-lors. Stream of co…Hmmm. That’s it! A stream of consciousness! That should give me something to work with.

Josh picks up his pen, suddenly filled with a new surge of energy, and starts to scribble on his paper. A montage of Josh writing in different dramatic angles plays with a song similar to Gonna Fly Now blaring in the background. He finishes writing and drops his smoking pen to the floor.

JOSH: There.

As if he’s dealing with an ancient relic, Josh carefully lifts the notepad up to his eyeline and carefully scans over what he wrote.

JOSH: [reading aloud] All work and no play makes Josh a dull boy. All work and no play makes Josh a dull boy. All work and no play makes Josh a dull boy. Oh god! It goes on for four and a half pages!

Josh crumples the pages into tight balls and eats them, removing the evidence. Josh approaches the glass panel separating the studio from the sound booth and looks at his reflection, jabbing his finger into his reflection’s shoulder.

JOSH: No one can know about this, you hear me? No one! This is between you and me.

JOSH’S REFLECTION: Whatever you say, boss.

Josh shakes his head and backs away from his reflection.

JOSH: Woah. [to the camera] I wonder if Carole King has to deal with this.

JOSH’S REFLECTION: She doesn’t, but James Taylor does.

Josh hops away from the glass in shock and returns to the whiteboard in a daze.

JOSH: [to himself] It’s all in your head.

He attempts to wipe his previous notes away, but it’s not working since he wrote them out in sharpie. Josh drops his arms in defeat.

JOSH: What’s the point?

Josh reassumes his spot on the ground in the fetal position. In the studio lobby, Jake is in a similar position on the sofa, staring down at his knees in muted shock. Sam is sitting next to him, still in the banana costume, awkwardly patting his legs. Danny enters back into the room and takes a seat across from Sam and Jake.

DANNY: I didn’t hear any weird noises in any of the other studios. Well, actually, I think I heard Josh talking to himself, but that’s not out of the ordinary.

SAM: [to Jake] Hear that? The spooky ghost is on vacation.

JAKE: [softly] Ghosts can’t go on vacation.

SAM: How do you know? Are you a ghost?

Jake huffs but doesn’t continue to argue.

SAM: [to Danny] One of the assistants brought in some smoothies if you want one, they’re pretty good.

DANNY: Oh cool, thanks.

Danny grabs one of the smoothies from the table and takes a long sip. Sam is staring at him, looking on the brink of laughter. Danny sets the smoothie down and eyes Sam.

DANNY: What?

SAM: Got you!

DANNY: [paling] What? What did you do?

SAM: I put a little extra something in your smoothie.

Jake untucks himself out of his fetal position to watch the exchange between Danny and Sam. This is some interesting stuff.

DANNY: Sam, what did you do?

Sam, beaming wide, pulls out a banana peel and drops it on the floor in front of Danny. Danny looks down at it.

DANNY: I don’t get it.

SAM: I put a banana in your smoothie!

DANNY: Are you being serious?

SAM: Samuel Francis Kiszka does it again!

JAKE: Sam, smoothies already have bananas in them. It’s literally one of the main ingredients.

DANNY: Oh thank god, I thought you put laxatives in there.

SAM: The banana strikes again! I’m right on your tail, Daniel!

JAKE: I don’t think putting a banana in a smoothie counts as a prank, Sam.

Sam pouts. A bang and a crash comes from down the hall where Josh is. Jake springs to his feet in alarm.

JAKE: Josh?

Completely forgetting about his paralyzing fear of the haunted studio, Jake rushes down the hall to Josh. Danny and Sam trail behind him. Jake throws open the door to the studio and gapes at Josh, who is bashing a tambourine against the glass panel separating the studio from the sound booth.

JOSH: Stop! Talking! To! Me! Get! Out! Of! My! Head!

JAKE: Josh! Our insurance doesn’t cover trashed studios!

Josh continues banging on the glass. It’s as if he doesn’t realize Jake is there. Jake tries to turn Josh around to face him, but Josh doesn’t budge. From Josh’s perspective, he’s smacking his reflection with the tambourine while his reflection laughs and taunts him.

JOSH: Your treacherous ridicule will never break me!

Danny rushes to Josh’s side and drenches him with a bucket of ice water, finally snapping Josh out of his spell. He stumbles back from the glass a few steps and then holds at his head and grunts.

JOSH: [dejected] I didn’t write the new song. I got distracted.

SAM: Yeah, obviously.

Josh looks Sam down in his banana costume.

JOSH: Did Danny and Jake tell you about my chimpanzee song? Did you like it or something? Is this an act of solidarity?

SAM: Wait, you wrote a song about chimpanzees?

JOSH: James Hetfield told me to write about something that scares me.

SAM: And you wrote about chimpanzees?

JOSH: He shot down my idea about eighteen wheelers.

Sam doesn’t know how to respond to this.

JOSH: I’m sorry, you guys. I’m just not getting inspired in the right way. I don’t know if the lyrics are ever gonna come to me.

DANNY: Hey, they will. It just takes some time.

JAKE: I say we call it quits for the day. I wanna get out of here.

JOSH: [finally taking in Jake’s face for the first time] You look like you saw a ghost. What’s up with you?

JAKE: [whispering] That’s exactly what happened to me.

JOSH: Okay, yeah, let’s get out of here.

Jake and Josh move for the door but then stop when they realize Sam and Danny aren’t following behind them.

JOSH: You guys coming?

SAM: We’ll be right behind you, just give us a second.

Jake and Josh shrug and leave Sam and Danny behind. They move down the hallway and, when they pass the haunted studio, clawing noises sound inside the door. Jake and Josh exchange a terrified look.

JOSH: Is that?

JAKE: Yeah.

They’re both stuck in place, staring at the door in fear. The door starts to thump and spooky sounds come from inside the room. Before Jake or Josh can react, two sets of hands pop out of the door and drag them into the room.

JOSH: Oh mama!

Jake and Josh are standing in the dark as the door slams shut behind them.

JAKE: Josh?

A bunch of crashing noises sound and Jake lets out a yelp.

JOSH: Sorry, I tripped over something.

Jake fumbles for his phone and turns the flashlight on. Across from him he can see a panic-stricken Josh, his eyes darting around looking for danger. Jake slowly moves the flashlight around the studio, taking in the empty space, and then lets out a holler when he sees a shadowed figure standing in the corner of the room. Josh sees what he’s looking at and screams as well.

JOSH: It’s a chimpanzee!

JAKE: What? No, it’s a vengeful spirit!

The shadowed figure starts to slowly move closer to them and Jake and Josh embrace in a tight hug, screaming.

JOSH: [shrill] Stay back!

JAKE: I’m gonna kick you so hard in the gonads!

The shadowed figure stops about 20 feet away from Jake and Josh.

SHADOWED FIGURE: [in a large and booming voice] Jacob Thomas Kiszka and Joshua Michael Kiszka!

Jake and Josh scream at the top of their lungs, still hugging.

SHADOWED FIGURE: You have continually trespassed on my territory. You must face a reckoning for your carelessness.

JOSH: Would a simple sorry suffice?

SHADOWED FIGURE: NO!

Jake and Josh cower further.

SHADOWED FIGURE: You must go through the spooky door to another dimension.

JAKE: Oh god, no! Anything but that!

The door to the studio flings open on its own. Strobe lights and smoke flood into the studio from the door and Jake and Josh shield their eyes in fear. They both back up against the wall farthest from the door.

SHADOWED FIGURE: Whatever you think is beyond that door, it’s worse.

JOSH: [whispering to himself] Eighteen wheelers.

SHADOWED FIGURE: Three…

JOSH: Oh god not a countdown.

SHADOWED FIGURE: Two…

JAKE: What do we do?

SHADOWED FIGURE: One…

JOSH: It’s been nice knowing you, little bro.

Jake whirls to face Josh.

JAKE: By five minutes!

SHADOWED FIGURE: Zero!

Sam jumps between Jake and Josh, still in his banana costume.

SAM: IF YOU OR A LOVED ONE HAS BEEN DIAGNOSED WITH MESOTHELIOMA -

Jake and Josh jump about 4 feet in the air.

JAKE AND JOSH: AAAAAAUUUGHHHHHHHHHH!!!

The lights to the studio flick back on and Jake and Josh are greeted by the sight of Sam and Danny standing in front of them, laughing hard. Danny is wearing a cloak, revealing him to be the shadowed figure. Jake pushes out of Josh’s embrace and storms up to Sam and Danny.

JAKE: You need to start explaining yourselves now.

Sam puts his hands up, guilty as charged.

DANNY: I thought Sam was easy to prank, I guess it’s actually all the Kiszkas.

SAM: It’s amazing what a voice changing microphone and some strobe lights can do.

DANNY: And a fishing line.

JAKE: A fishing line?

Sam moves over to the haunted water bottle, steps behind the piano, and tugs on a string, making the bottle lurch to the side. Jake stares, dumbfounded.

JAKE: It was all you?

Sam and Danny share a glance.

DANNY: I mean, yeah.

JAKE: Why I oughta…

Jake moves his foot back, ready to kick Sam and Danny with all of his might when Josh speaks up, capturing all of their attention.

JOSH: I felt like such a massive chicken back there. But I think I finally understand what James was trying to tell me. I’m terrified of the unknown, of a feeling of hopelessness, where everything is crashing and burning around you, but you have to try and hold things together.

SAM: My god, he’s doing it.

Josh is already booking it back to his studio.

JOSH: The lyrics are coming! They’re crowning!

Jake looks back and forth between Danny and Sam like he still really wants to kick them, but ends up shaking his head and following behind Josh. Josh needs supervision in the studio moving forward - he can’t be left alone anymore.

SAM: That was one hell of a prank, Danny.

DANNY: I’m glad we could team up against Jake and Josh. They need a little humbling from time to time.

SAM: I couldn’t have said it any better.

Sam clasps Danny on the back and then motions towards the door.

SAM: Wanna watch Josh’s creative genius at work?

DANNY: I do like it when he yells, “BAJABULE!” every time he gets down a verse.

Danny walks past Sam and moves through the door. Sam happily follows behind him. When Danny turns into the hallway, he subtly drops the banana peel that Sam had thrown in front of him earlier. Sam doesn’t notice and steps on it, slipping backwards and falling with a loud THUD.

DANNY: Victory, baby!!

SAM: [dramatically groaning from the ground] What a tragic end to a war.

DANNY: Eat it!

Danny does an impressive victory dance over Sam, who is still sprawled on the floor in defeat. Transition to Josh, Jake, Danny, and Sam playing The Falling Sky in the studio. As the song finishes, they all come together.

JOSH: For a while there, I really thought I would never be able to write a song again.

DANNY: We’ve got a real winner on our hands. You know, like me.

SAM: Drop it, Daniel.

DANNY: I think you owe me something, Sam.

Sam grumbles but takes his bass off, retreats to the side of the studio, and returns with a crown made out of bananas. He brings it to Danny and places it on his head.

SAM: [emotionless] I hereby pronounce you, Daniel Jean Louise Marie Wagner, King of the Pranks. All hail the king.

Jake approaches Sam and Danny.

JAKE: As a congratulations, I would like to extend my foot into both of your shins.

As Jake is about to do this, the lights in the studio flicker out.

JOSH: The same joke twice isn’t very funny, guys.

JAKE: I didn’t think it was that funny the first time around.

DANNY: We didn’t do anything.

SAM: Yeah, that wasn’t us.

Chimp noises sound around the dark room. The band screams.

END OF EPISODE

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #danny wagner #gvf fanfic #gvf fic #gvf fanfiction #greta van fleet fanfic #greta van fleet fanfiction #greta van fleet fic #fanfiction script #disney channel pilot #gvf disney #GIVE ALEX SO MUCH LOVE FOR THE TITLE HOLY SHIT #try and guess all the horror film references going on here #my subconscious mind was HARD AT WORK

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drama-glob · 1 month

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Cutscenes #40: Proposition

Obake finds Globby to make him an offer.

What the heck is someone doing in here?! I already called finders keepers, losers weepers on this place and at the very least, it’s rude to not even knock first, Globby internally complained as he held onto the metal girder, scanning for the intruder and silently hoping he didn’t drip any to give away his location.

Hearing calm, slow footsteps echo throughout the structure made the pink and purple being’s eyes look around for the source; then, stepping into a sunbeam that illuminated the inside, a well-dressed figure emerged a few seconds later.

Globby tilted his head in curiosity as he inspected the man. He was tall and slender with sharp features, wearing a black vest, dark slacks and had a streak of red through his patch of black hair. The mysterious person appeared to be gazing around the cluttered building too until his eyes fell on a puddle of slime left from Globby’s previous time on the floor, making him smirk in satisfaction. Darn it, the transparent monster silently cursed as the man briefly bent down to look at the goo before standing straight again.

“I know you’re in here,” the unknown gentleman calmly announced, causing the aforementioned mutant to wince as nervousness seeped more into his body.

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lovemanheim · 11 months

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ben plunkett with 24 and 27 please

You hear the front door slam shut, signaling that ben just got home from work, quickly you run over to him grinning “how was work?” You question, going in for a hug, just for him to shrug you off “it was terrible” he walks off without another word, immediately you’re worried and follow after him to y’all’s bedroom to check on him “Bub, you okay?” You ask as you open the door, walking over and sitting down next to him, laying your hand gently his shoulder “leave me alone” he snaps, shoving your hand away. Immediately you bring your hands into your lap, frowning “I’m sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed upset and I was worried” you whisper softly, looking downward towards your hands “y/n, i said leave me alone!” He yells, making you flinch and scoot away from him “don’t talk to me like that Ben. I don’t care how mad you are. That doesn’t give you the right to yell at me” you say calmly as you see his frustration growing “for fucks sake! I had a shitty day and I don’t want you around. Now get out!” he screams at you, making you shrink away from him, making him realize what just happened, immediately he’s reaching out for you “y/n I-“ you don’t give him a chance to explain himself as you rush past him, tears in your eyes as you lock yourself in the bathroom, letting the tears fall down your cheeks “nonono! She’s afraid of me” you hear Ben panic outside the bathroom as you lean against the door, crying. A few minutes later you hear a knock on the door “baby? Please let me in. I’m sorry” you hear him plead “no! You’re just gonna scream at me if I do” you mutter, making him flinch, realizing how much his words probably hurt you, the way he blew up hurt you and he knows it “baby please. I’m not gonna yell, I just want to fix this” he whispers, resting his forehead against the door “please, I need to fix this. I hurt you, I know that. And I’m so damn sorry sweet girl, but I need you to let me in so I can fix this, please. I love you” slowly you open the door, revealing him standing there with teary eyes “baby, I’m so sorry” his voice breaks as he looks at your disheveled state, puffy and bloodshot eyes, he reaches out and takes your hands in his “y/n i am so so sorry. I was stressed and I took it out on you, and that was wrong of me. I’m so so sorry. I love you so much baby” you stare at him with teary eyes “I love you too, Ben.” A tear falls down his face as he looks down at you “god baby, I’m so sorry” he cries out, gripping your hands tightly. Quickly you pull your hands from his, causing him to frown but you pull him into a tight hug “it’s okay Ben, it’s okay. I forgive you.” He tightens his grip on you, burying his face in your hair “thank you sweet girl. Thank you” he pulls away from the tight embrace and cups your cheeks “can I kiss you?” A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you reply “Ben, you don’t have to ask to kiss me” smiling softly he leans in and presses his lips gently to yours, holding you close as he does, pulling away he rests his forehead against yours “I love you so much “ he whispers, hands rubbing your back gently “I love you too ben” he smiles and pecks you on the lips again, making you smile and hug him close again

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#milo manheim #ben plunkett #prom pact #angst prompt #milo manheim x reader #fanfic #x reader #disney characters #disney channel #disney #romance #arguement #angst with a happy ending

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mossflower · 8 months

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‘this show is bad because the political system is underdeveloped and lacking nuance’ the show aired on disney channel.

#rule one of media critique. do not forget the media’s intended audience #sorry for vagueposting but. ‘i wanted this ship to be darker angstier more morally grey’ IT AIRED ON DISNEY CHANNEL #grow up and read fanfic like the rest of us or watch different shows instead of complaining about the lack of dark content in a kids show

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sweettjrose · 7 months

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Detective Mickey Pilot P.6 (Finale)

It's done. It's finally done. Well actually not really. I still want to write an epilogue. But for the most part, it is done. And I think this is my favorite part of all. I want to thank everyone who has supported me. This was such a great writing experience and I learned so much. I can't believe this is my first completed fanfiction lol.

This won't be the last though. I have a couple more ideas set in the same world that I would love to explore.

I have a special treat that I hope to release alongside the epilogue. I also plan on sharing this story on my newly created AO3 account. Though, I plan to make a couple of edits when I do to make it a bit more consistent. Check it out when you get the chance.

Well that should be everything for now... Now it is time for the final part of the Detective Mickey Pilot...

Previous Part: X

Epilogue: X

Special Surprise:

Character Backstories - The Core Four: X

Character Backstories - The Sensational Side Characters: X

All Mickey could feel was pain. A throbbing nagging pain. He couldn’t really identify where it was coming from. It just felt like it was coming from… everywhere. He tried his best to open his eyes to see what looked like a… glove compartment? Is he in a car? Is it moving? He can’t tell. He groaned as an ache coursed through his head. Mickey could hear someone else talking but couldn’t catch everything they said. Something about a crash and a… tree. Ugh. It hurt to keep his eyes open. He quickly closed his eyes, unknowingly drifting back into unconsciousness. As Mickey opened his eyes once more, he caught sight of what looks to be… wood… the floor? But it was moving… Wait no… He is moving. He looked around and noticed he seemed to be carried by someone… No, not just someone. Him. The Phantom Blot being much larger was easily able to carry the mouse with just one arm wrapped around Mickey’s torso. Starting to finally get the bearings of what is going on, Mickey tried his best to struggle free, but found it difficult due to the pain still present in his body. His head really hurt.

The Phantom Blot chuckled at the mouse’s attempt. He joked about how it seems like his little friend is finally waking up. Maybe he’ll stay awake this time… Though not for long. Mickey squeaked out a plea for the man to let him go. Only for the man to click his tongue and mock the mouse. Saying that he can’t let him go now, he has something to show him. He’s really proud of it and is just dying to hear what the mouse thinks. Mickey tries to respond but another ache surges through his body and instead he just groans. The man chuckles at this and asks if the little mouse is still in pain. As he asks he gives a tight squeeze, further pressing into the mouse’s bruises and causing Mickey to yelp. He adds to not worry because the pain he feels now is going to be much pleasurable than the pain he will feel later. Eventually the Phantom Blot reaches a door and opens it with his other hand. Mickey tried his best to observe the room, but didn’t get much of a chance as the large man dropped him to the floor and started to tie him with rope. Mickey tried once more to break free, but unfortunately by the time his strength returned, he was already tied up.

The Blot then picks him up and places him on a tall stool and starts tying him to it. Mickey tries to ask what he is doing only for the other man to respond that it is a surprise and doesn’t want to spoil it yet. Mickey takes a deep huff and then asks if he could at least know what he is planning to do with the weapon. The Blot pauses for a bit, before taking out a candle from his cloak and starting tying it to the mouse's foot. He notes that since he might as well. I mean he does want to thank the mouse for finding the blueprint for him. Why if it wasn’t for him, he probably would have never known that what he was looking for was in that decrepit cabin. Before Mickey has a chance to process this, the Blot asks him if he was already aware about Jimmy Korker. Mickey answers him, much to the shadowy figure’s delight. Pleased to not waste additional time, He explains that the “weapon” Korker devised is some kind of “laser”. A laser that could shoot a very thin near invisible beam that could melt through nearly any material, and even deliver a devastating blast if used properly. The laser had a range of a couple of miles, allowing anyone to attack from a distance and be completely unnoticed. Mickey asks how the chemical is connected, and the Blot compliments him on the question, answering that the chemicals are what power the laser and contribute to the explosive effect. He adds that the Blueprints also contain the formula for the chemicals so that more could be made. With a couple of tweaks, he could use this weapon to steal even more valuable treasures that he was able to before. In addition, he knows a couple of very wealthy and powerful people who will pay very handsomely to have a huge advantage over their enemies. He could always use extra pocket change.

As he bellows out another of his infamous haunting laughter. He finishes tying the last knot and takes a step back. Gleefully asking the mouse what he thinks. As Mickey looks to observe what the villain has set up he sees that along to being tied facing upwards onto a tall stool, the Phantom Blot also tied a candle to his shoe with a thin string. Mickey follows the string to see it attached to a couple of circular hooks and eventually a trigger… for a gun… that is right above him… aimed right at his head. Swell. Mickey asks if the Phantom Blot even cares about all the harm he is going to cause. He is going to get so many people killed and all he can care about is money. He’s nothing but a heartless murderer. The Phantom Blot fakes being aghast at the comment and reminds the mouse that not once has he specifically gone after the mouse to kill him. If he remembers correctly during their first meeting he ever so kindly let the mouse go when he could have easily gotten rid of him on the spot. And even after the mouse somehow “escaped” his other traps, if he were to just return to his life and forget all this, he would have been left alone. It isn’t his fault that the mouse keeps getting in his way. He does have a love for money, yes, but he is not violent. Mickey refuses this explanation and brings up the death traps and the weapon. Aren’t those violent? The Phantom Blot responds, noting that he does not intend to use the weapon to kill and if any of his buyers do, that is out of his hands. Also these “death” traps are self defense. He is not attacking the mouse, even at this current moment. If the mouse chooses to move his foot to set off the trigger that is completely up to him but you know… “It is not my fault if you wish to commit suicide”

The Phantom Blot then politely asks the mouse to move his foot, so that he could test it and make sure it works. Mickey shouts at the man saying that this hair-brained scheme won’t work and he’ll escape this just as he escaped the others. This causes the Phantom Blot to snicker a bit further and use a lighter to light up the candle attached to the mouse’s foot. He then alerts the mouse that he has taken great measures to make sure that will not happen again. Something buzzes within the Phantom Blot’s cloak and he pulls his phone out and starts reading something. Mickey attempts to look at his phone, but unfortunately it is facing away from him… But what is that behind him? Mickey looks at one of the nearby windows and notices how reflective it is at the moment… Kind of like… a mirror. Mickey then tries his best to move his head a bit, careful to not move his foot, to see if he can pick up something before the Blot finishes his typing. It was tough but he finally was able to catch something readable… “-seton Doc-”. Only to be cut off as the Blot moves his phone back into his pocket. He apologies for the interruption and adds that is his cue to leave. The Phantom Blot laughs one more time as he carefully steps out of the room.

“Farewell my friend, I will admit that a small part of me will miss our interactions, but all things must come to an end. I wish you nothing but a warm welcome into the afterlife”

And with that the Blot closes the door, leaving the mouse alone in the room. Warm welcome huh… Warm… Hot… Hot! Mickey looked at the candle tied to his foot, which was already starting to heat up his foot. Hot! Hot! Mickey wanted so badly to kick and try to put out the flame, but he was quickly reminded about the gun hanging over him. Just one kick and he’s gone. Crap. Crap. How does he even get out of this? He barely has any time to think this time. Mickey frantically started looking all over the place, trying his best to avoid moving his foot and to ignore the growing searing heat. Come on. Something. Anything. Please. This can’t be the en… Wait! What is that near one of the legs? A hole? A hole! A hole he can use.. Mickey quickly starts to twist the stool he was tied to. Trying his best to get the stool closer. He could feel his body strain as he did his best to keep his leg straight, while twisting his body. But he had too. He didn’t have much time. The flame of the candle was unbearable and he didn’t know how much longer he could take it. Just a bit closer… Hot! Almost there… Ouch! Just one more turn and… Clunk!

In an instant the whole stool toppled over as one of the legs fell in. Bang! The gun instantly fires, but thankfully for Mickey he was moved out of the way just in time causing the bullet to race past him completely missing his head. Mickey toppled to the floor still attached to the stool with the candle still on his foot. Wait, the candle… It’s still lit. The mouse did his best to reorient his body in hopes of using the flame to try to free him from the stool. After a second of twisting himself in an awkward position the flame finally caught onto part of the rope freeing him from the stool. Hot Dog! Now for the rope tied around his body. Mickey tried his best to reorient himself to get the flame where he wanted it. But unfortunately this was a bit more of a chance. Instead he was just flopping his body across the floor, not getting close to what he wanted. Darn he isn’t flexible enough. I guess that is what he gets for not joining Clarabelle on her yoga sessions. Mickey continued to shuffle his body around. Trying to do anything that would help the flame get a little bit closer. But luck continued to not be on his side as instead the flame went out. Great just what he…

Cre-eak… Thump… Sch-Ting!

Minnie, Felicity, Morty, Ferdie, Goofy, Donald, Pluto, everyone, everything, his entire life… flashed before his eyes. It happened so fast. Mickey shook uncontrollably as he slowly turned to see… a giant knife literally inches… no, centimeters from his back. It cut the rope. But almost sliced him in half. The mouse stumbled out of the bench he landed on, still shaking. Luck… That was pure luck… If he would have just a bit more back he would have… Mickey closed his eyes and held onto the spotted bow tie around his neck. Taking deep breaths in hopes to calm himself down. When the Blot said he was going to make sure that the mouse dies he was not joking. Finally able to get a handle on some of the shaking, the mouse sluggishly walks through the room, keeping a very close eye on his surroundings. He saw that the room was filled with similar contraptions to the one he just fell in. Some with knives like the one that attacked him and a couple with axes. He looked up and noticed there was a trap door above each one. How long did it take for him to put this together? Did the Phantom Blot do this just for him? Mickey finally makes it to what appears to be an open staircase at the end of the room. He warily goes up the staircase, continuing to keep a close eye on his surroundings, and eventually reaches the top. As he looks around he sees a table, a chair, a large window, and a door. There seems to be a couple of things on the table.

Mickey slowly treks over to the table and spots his phone. He quickly grabs it and crosses his fingers, hoping it still works. And it does. What a life saver. However his phone wasn’t the only thing on the table. He also saw some kind of weird… remote? Mickey picked it up and looked at it closer. There was a gridlike screen at the top with a variety of different buttons towards the bottom. At the very top it read “The Portable Chemical Substance Position Locator Device”. Sheesh, what a name. Mickey turned the device around and noticed some kind of compartment he could open. He carefully lifts the lid and sees a small glass vial with a very familiar green liquid. Aha! So this is how the Phantom Blot is able to find these cameras after all these years. He must have been using this to help track them down, by tracking the chemical within them. Mickey quickly spots a name on the lid of the compartment “Egmont Labs”... Hm… Mickey starts to fiddle with the device as he heads over to the door. Why did he leave this behind? Did he forget it? Well he probably doesn’t need it anymore since he got the blueprint. But then why did he leave Mickey’s phone here? Something about this doesn’t feel… Mickey stopped himself before he could turn the handle… right.

A chill went up the mouse’s spine as he quickly remembered his near death experience. If the Phantom Blot is willing to set up dozens of trap doors in one room… What else is he willing to set up? Mickey instantly started to inspect the door. Just as he suspected there was a wire attached to the top right corner. Mickey traces the wire and discovers that it is attached to some kind of device. As Mickey inspects it further he realizes it looks a lot like a… bomb. Mickey’s heart stopped for a second. A bomb. Thank goodness he didn’t open the door. Mickey took a deep breath. Now what. He can’t open the door or the bomb will go off. Maybe he could try and defuse the bomb. He never really did it before. And he’s not sure if he really wants to learn through trial and error. Maybe he can cut the wire. But he has to make sure that won’t set it off either. Mickey gets the chair and stands on it, seeing if he can get a closer look at the bomb. That is when he notices that there is some kind of screen on it that reads 1:00… Huh, is that a clock… 0:59, 0:58, 0:57, wait no it is a timer counting down… Timer!?!? The bomb also has a timer. He had to get out of there. Fast. Mickey lept backwards out of the chair. What can he do? Opening the door will set it off. What can he… Wait. The Window. The mouse rushes over to the window, but quickly stops. Wait. What if there is a trap here too… 0:44, 0:43, 0:42. Mickey quickly investigates the window and sees that it is also connected to the bomb. If he were to try and open it the bomb would still go off. Darn it! Darn it all… 0:32, 0:31, 0:30… He has to hurry. He has to leave… NOW! A sudden idea popped into the mouse’s head. No time to think about it. Mickey quickly grabs the chair and throws it all the window creating a hole for him to escape. He hurdles himself out of the window landing right on his face, doing a quick somersault to get into a standing position quickly. And then he ran. He ran and ran and ran as if his life depended on it. And it did.

All of the sudden Mickey was forced forward as a large explosion went off behind him. The mouse was launched a couple of feet forward, straight into a tree. But thankfully the hit wasn’t bad enough to knock him out again. He made it. He just barely made it. He’s really getting sick of this. The mouse slowly rises to his feet, trying his best to ignore all the pain. The explosion alongside the car crash from before is really taking a toll on his body. Car crash. Car. Shoot where is his car? Mickey observed his new surroundings only to see nothing but large trees. He has absolutely no idea where he is. He looks at his phone and opens the maps app, but unfortunately the service is pretty bad… Great. Wait, maybe his new tool can help. Mickey pulls out the strange device and starts pressing buttons. One of the buttons he presses turns it on. Alright, now we are getting somewhere. After a couple more seconds of button-pressing, Mickey notices that a number on the bottom of the screen goes up and down when he presses a plus-shaped and minus-shaped key. The number is labeled as “range” on the screen. Oh maybe this must be what increases the range of the detector. Mickey presses the plus button a couple of times but as the number nears around 27000. It doesn’t go any higher. And nothing still seems to appear. Gosh, Mickey sure hoped it wasn’t broken. He could feel his heart start to drop. Until he suddenly heard a noise from behind him. Wait, that sounds like a… The mouse quickly starts to rush towards the noise. Trying his best to weave through the trees and bushes that surround him.

Eventually he finally comes across something. A road! What a sight for sore eyes. Mickey could already feel himself tear up. He must have heard a car pass by before and now he has something to get a better idea of where he is. Mickey looks at his phone again and notices that his signal seems to be flickering between 1 and 2 bars. It’s not a lot, but it is just enough. Alright, what does he need to do? He needs to get into a car. He could try walking, but he wouldn’t know where to walk and that could take hours. The Phantom Blot could already be gone by then. The mouse looks down both sides of the street, but doesn’t see anything coming either way. Wonderful. Wait maybe he can call a MUber. Mickey opens up the MUber app and starts checking if there are some nearby cars. Luckily he sees one that is about 10 minutes away. He would prefer not to have to wait 10 minutes, but he can’t be picky now. He uses the maps function to triangulate where he is and then gets ready to type in his destination. Wait. What is the destination? Rats. He doesn’t know where he is going. Mickey pauses for a second and thinks really hard. Trying to remember anything that would give him a clue. Oh yeah! He remembered reading that one part on Blot's phone… If he remembered correctly it was something like “-seton Doc-”. Well it is better than nothing, but it still isn’t much. Unfortunately it was a challenge to read and that was all he could see… “-seton Doc-”... Hmm. You know he really hopes it was referencing a location. I mean the “D” was capitalized so it was some kind of proper noun. It would also be nice if it happened to be near the construction site or at least the docks. That way he can… Wait a minute. Docks… Mouseton Docks. Hot Dog! That is where he must be. Mickey jumps with excitement and starts typing in the location on his phone. But before he could finish he realized he started to hear something. A Car. Another car was coming down. This was his chance. He turns on the flashlight on his phone and starts waving down the truck that was barreling past. And to his delight, the truck slows down and stops right in front of him. Mickey read the side of the truck “Joe Piper’s Friendly Plumbing”. Swell. He must be friendly.

The dognosed man in the car rolls down his windows and asks the mouse if he needs something. Mickey pleads with the dog saying that he needs to get to Mouseton Docks right now and he could really use his help. Really emphasizing how important this is and how many lives could be at stake. The dog didn’t seem fazed by the explanation and the second Mickey stopped talking, he instantly asked if Mickey had some money on him. Mickey lets him know that he doesn’t have money on him right now… which causes the dog to start rolling up his window… Mickey frantically adds that he does have Ravenmo and can send money through the app. This seems to stop the window from going up and Mickey could hear a click and a call from inside to get in. Mickey thanks him heavily, letting him know that he doesn’t know how much this means to him… Only for the man to interrupt and tell the mouse that he can thank him by sending money. The truck then starts up again and continues down the road, on its way to the Mouseton Docks.

As the two continue down the empty dark streets. Mickey started to refine a plan in his head. If the Phantom Blot is near the docks, he may be able to reuse an old plan of his. If he could get to the blueprint, he could knock out two birds with one stone as he can keep the paper away from the Blot and lead him right where he needs him. But how is he going to do that? The Phantom Blot is a master of stealth and would probably instantly notice him if Mickey tries to sneak around. What he needs is a… All of the sudden a flash of red catches Mickey’s eyes. He asks the other driver to stop, who takes a deep sigh and then complies. As he stops, Mickey tells the driver to wait and that he just needs to check something out. The dog tells him that this will cost extra, just as Mickey jumps out of the car and rushes to the red object. As he got closer he instantly recognized it. It’s his car! Oh Boy! Iit looks… completely totaled. The entire front of the car was entirely wrapped around a lone tree, while the back for the most part was still intact. This must be what he crashed into earlier. Mickey quickly debated about taking it on the way back, that way he could drive a bit faster, but decided against it as he was not sure if it would fall apart on the way. Mickey’s heart jumped… Someone was in the backseat of his car. The mouse instantly crouches out of sight and picks up a nearby stick. Who could possibly be in his crashed car? It wouldn’t make sense to be the Blot. He snuck over to the back car door and threw the door open asking the stranger to identify themselves. Oh. It was just the decoy Mickey he made a couple of days ago. Mickey took a heavy sigh, feeling a bit embarrassed. This day has been nothing but stressful for him. Mickey looked at the decoy. Huh it was pretty convincing. The mouse smiled. This may be the final piece he was missing.

Time passes and the truck stops once more. This time reaching the final destination. As Mickey jumps out of the car he presses the final button on his phone sending money over to the helpful, albeit very greedy, driver. He had to pay even more to get the driver to step on it, but it was worth it to get here quickly. Mickey pulls out something from the back of the truck as the man checks his phone to see if the money was received. Eventually he drives off, leaving the mouse alone next to the sign reading “The Mouseton Docks”. He’s here. As the mouse steps off of the grass to the concrete. He felt a buzzing in his pocket. It’s the Portable.. Uh Locator… The weird device he found. He takes it out and turns it on, noticing clusters of red dots on the screen. Ha! They must be the chemicals that the Blot has found. That must mean he is still here. This means Mickey’s plan could still work. The mouse starts rushing down the docks following the dots on the screen. He notices a small wagon near one of the nearby buildings and places what was in his hands onto the cart. Mickey then pulls the wagon down the docks, doing his best to move as quickly as he can without making much noise, and follows the direction of the red dots. It was in that second when a sudden thought occurred to Mickey. In order for his plan to work he’ll need to get the police right where he needed them and fast. He could call 911. But what is he going to say to get them here? I mean the police didn’t believe him before. They could come and leave before he needs them or not come at all and then he would be in real trouble… He needed something that would be strong enough to get them here and to stay… Or maybe he needed someone...

Mickey took a quick pause. He slowly pulled out his phone from his pocket and went to his contact list. His thumb hovered over the call button. Thoughts raced through his head on whether he should, but he didn’t have time. He had to make a decision now. And he trusts that this is the right one. He pressed the button. The phone rings once… twice… and then picks up.

“Listen, I know you don’t know how to feel about all this. I don’t know how to feel either. Things are really scary right now and there is so much that can go wrong. But that is when we need to have faith and keep moving forward. You are one of the strongest, bravest people I know and you have supported me countless times in the past. And now I need your support now more than ever. I hate to put you on the spot like this, but I don’t know what else to do… I need to have the police at the construction site where the parachuting school was going to be. I need them to stay there so I can lead the Phantom Blot to them. This is my final chance to stop him and I can’t do this alone. Please Minnie… I need your help”

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“Alright Mickey. I’ll do my best”

Minnie hangs up the phone. She stayed up all night worrying about Mickey and now he’s in danger. She knew this was going to happen. This is why she didn’t want him to get involved. But maybe she supported him before, this wouldn’t have happened. Either way Mickey is counting on her and she can’t give up now. She gets out of her chair, waking the poor kitten on her lap, and starts running to her car. She immediately backs out of her parking lot and starts driving down the streets. Chief O’Hara is probably still home so she may want to stop by his place first. She needs to talk to him. Face to face. As she makes her way over to O’Hara’s house she clocks the Mouston Argus building outside her window. Hmm… After she talks to O’Hara, she may want to make a couple of phone calls. Eventually Minnie makes it to his house and starts banging on the door. It takes a bit, but eventually a tired Chief O’Hara opens the door and stumbles out. He greets her, but then reminds her how early it is, but is interrupted as Minnie instantly tells him that Mickey is in danger and how he needs his help. O’Hara gives a confused look asking her to elaborate. She explains how Mickey is currently leading a very dangerous criminal to a construction site and needs the entire police force there to support him. O’Hara wonders if that was the thing Mickey came up to him before and mentions that he just thinks Mickey needed some rest. Only for Minnie to harshly reprimand him shouting that no Mickey didn’t need some rest. He was telling the truth and if they don’t hurry the Phantom Blot will kill him.

The Phantom Blot. This seems to catch the Chief's attention as he pauses for a second and then asks Minnie if she is sure that it is the Phantom Blot. Frustrated, Minnie yells that yes it is the Phantom Blot. She knows Mickey and Mickey doesn’t lie about stuff like this. He wouldn’t hurt himself over nothing. He wouldn’t just make a fool of himself over nothing and the Chief should know this as well. He knew Mickey nearly his entire life as a neighbor and knows the kind of person Mickey is. She doesn’t know why in the world he pushed away Mickey before. Mickey looks up to him and sees him as a father figure and yet when he needed help he was ignored by someone he thought he could trust. And now he is all alone. Tears started to form at the corner of Minnie’s eyes. She knew this talk was just as much about her as it was about the Chief. The Chief gave a solemn thoughtful expression. He tries to say something, but stumbles over his words. Minnie looks at him one more time, this time letting the tears pour down.

“Please Chief O'Hara, I am begging you. We have to help him!”

…

The shadowy figure places the final box onto the pearly black speed boat. That should be everything. Though it would not hurt to do a final walkthrough. He meticulously surveys the rest of the warehouse. Keeping an eye out for any remaining items of his. Afterall he would prefer not to come back to this dreadful town. He hated every moment he was here and it was not just because of that bothersome rodent. Mouseton lacked the glamor and elegance that he was much more attuned to. But it was a decent distraction to keep his mind off of… things. A distraction that will pay off with a couple extra billions in his pocket. Besides, there is no point in complaining. The job is finally done and he can finally fly off into the night, free from any punishment for his crimes, as to be expected. Hm. He wondered if the mouse had been killed yet. He enjoyed by toying with the little rodent at first, but lately his "appearances" are starting to grate on his nerves. His newfound "bravery" was making him less fun to play with. It was a miracle that the mouse managed to “escape” his previous ingenious traps. Probably just the result of dumb luck. But he made some extra special accommodations to his newest one that should finally finish the job. That rat is as good as dead. The cloaked man took a glance at a table he used for scheming and noticed that the blueprint was still there. Ah yes, he definitely would not want to leave that behind. It is the main reason he came to this insignificant garbage pile. He gracefully glides towards the table and is just about to pick it up, until…

“Stop you thief!”

The Mouse… How? The Phantom Blot didn’t even have to look to know it was him again. He could recognize that irritating voice. Why can’t that thing just die? He growls back warning the mouse that he is no longer finding these interactions cute anymore. In fact he is getting really sick of seeing him. The mouse responds telling him that he will never get away with this. The Phantom Blot heavily rolled his eyes. He tells the mouse that he already used that line. Ugh. The mouse is running out of things to say and he is running out of patience. This has gone on for far too long and perhaps it is time to finally end it… once and for all! And with that the Blot leaps towards the source of the voice with his lightning speed. Moving so rapidly that there was no way the mouse could escape him. He then grabs the mouse up by his neck and raises him up. Or at least he thought he did, when he suddenly realized that the mouse didn’t have a neck. In fact his head was made up of a balloon with two paper plates for ears. What is this madness? All of the sudden the Blot heard something coming from the middle of whatever he was holding “Stop it you thief!”. A recording? A trick. He has been tricked. He instantly turns around and catches what seems to be the real mouse holding the blueprint in his hand. The mouse looks at him and then starts darting away. How did he… That idiotic little… ARGHH… THAT IS IT… I HAVE HAD IT...

“I AM GOING TO KILL YOU, RAT!”

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Run. Run. RUN. Mickey rockets down the docks, holding onto the blueprint as tightly as he can. The Phantom Blot seemed somewhat playful in their previous encounters, but now he sounds absolutely furious. But he won’t stop. He can’t stop. He is so close and he can’t give up now.. Mickey takes a quick glance at his cloaked pursuer who was barrelling towards him with accelerating speed. Shoot, he has really long legs. Thankfully the little mouse was pretty speedy too, but the haunting figure was starting to catch up. He needs a way to slow him down. That is when the Mouse saw a ship yard. Aha! Just what he needs. The mouse hopped over the fence and started to weave through the boats, using his small size to his advantage to squeeze through small spaces. He looked back. It was working, The Phantom Blot was struggling to get through the boats as swiftly as he was. In fact Mickey actually needed to slow down a bit and make sure he was still visible to the other man. He just wanted to slow the Blot down, not completely get rid of him. The mouse continued to slip through the boats ultimately reaching the end of the yard. He jumps another fence, now landing in a yard full of sea planes. The planes were a little bit more spread out than the boats, but he should still have the distance from the Blot he needs to make it to his destination. He starts veering towards the wooden fence surrounding the yard, getting ready to jump again if needed. As the mouse continues to race forward he looks behind him once more. However, as he turned his head he realized that the Phantom Blot was nowhere to be found. Shoot. He didn’t lose him did he. The mouse instantly halted and turned around. Oh No, where is he? This plan doesn’t work if he isn’t here. The mouse debates whether he should go back until…

“I HAVE YOU NOW PEST!”

The Phantom Blot breaks through the fence and surges straight towards the mouse. Wood explodes everywhere as the Blot starts viciously swinging his arms in an attempt to grab him. Mickey could feel his heart freeze in place, but his flight instincts kick in and he does his best to dodge the man’s violent hands. The mouse jumps through one arm and slides under the other. Almost making it out, but the villain grabs his tail and drags the mouse towards him, sending a sharp pain up the mouse’s spine. The Phantom Blot then grabs the mouse’s arms and starts to yank him upwards. But Mickey quickly manages to lurch up, grabs the man’s arm, and takes a large bite. The Blot shouts in pain and drops the mouse. Giving Mickey enough time to run through the hole he created and continue to run through the docks. Mickey ran, and he ran, and he ran. This time a bit too afraid to look back at the raging force roaring behind him. Finally the mouse sees it. The construction site. He made it. The mouse took a hard turn and flew open the gate. He bolted to a nearby ladder and instantly started climbing. As he made it halfway up the ladder, he heard a large pounding underneath him. The mouse takes a quick look and spots the Phantom Blot coming up after him, his cold white eyes now blinding with fury. The Blot roars out to Mickey, exclaiming how once he catches that mouse he’s going to tear him limb from limb. Mickey mocked the man, noting how he is starting to lose his cool and gain quite a bit of a temper. This only seems to upset the cloaked man further causing him to climb even faster.

Eventually the mouse reaches the top and starts racing down one of the beams only for the Blot to closely follow him after. The mouse turned, lept, slid, climbed, and raced all over the site, with the furious phantom chasing him closely from behind. Eventually, the mouse approached what seemed to be a dead end as there was a wrecking ball blocking the way. He could hear the villain behind him cackle.

“RUNNING OUT OF PLACES TO RUN LITTLE MOUSE?”

“That’s what you think”

Mickey then bounced onto the wrecking ball using the momentum of his running to then launch himself on an upwards beam. This happened so quickly that the distracted Phantom Blot didn’t have time to stop himself and instead ran right into the wrecking ball. Mickey had to stop himself from laughing, but couldn’t stop himself from gloating.

“Still think I’m a pathetic little mouse”

The Phantom Blot seethed with fury. He is going to decimate this mouse. As Mickey starts to rush away again, the Phantom Blot pushes the wrecking ball back with inhuman strength, enough for the ball to move back a couple of feet, hitting a tool box, causing the tools to fall down on the controls of the crane. He then bolted down the beam heading to a nearby ladder that should get him closer to that miserable rodent. He continued to race forward until he realized that he was not moving anymore. Something is caught on his left foot. What is…

Before he even had a chance to process, the Phantom Blot was hauled backwards. Blinded from his frustration, he didn’t notice that he got his foot stuck in a snare earlier. He tried his best to hold onto something, but was moving so fast he couldn’t get a grasp of anything. As the Phantom Blot flew through the air, swinging back and forth, his arms, his legs, everything started to get wrapped up in ropes that were purposely placed to latch on to him as he swung by. He tried to struggle, but that only made the situation worse as the ropes tightened. Eventually the swinging stopped, revealing the Blot to be stuck in some kind of web of ropes. He tried his best to move, but found it challenging due to his limbs being so spread out. Impossible. Unthinkable. There is absolutely no way he could be bested by that… that…

“How’s that for a trap? Did I use the correct knot this time?”

Mickey couldn’t stop himself from smiling as the man growled with rage. He did it. He actually did it. He did the unimaginable. He caught the Phantom Blot. He actually caught him. Mickey shook himself from his thoughts. He can’t celebrate too early. The Blot can still escape which is why he needs some help to apprehend him. Mickey starts running down the beam until there was none of the beam left. He looked out. Minnie should have been here with the police by now and with the sun finally rising it should be easier to spot them. He looked. And he looked. And he looked… And he saw nothing… Nothing… Not one soul. Shoot, did Minnie fail? Maybe they were running late? What if they went to the wrong place? Oh no no no… What is he going to do now? He doesn’t know how much longer he has. He quickly takes out his phone and opens up the call app. But before he has a chance to do anything the mouse is suddenly turned around and jerked upwards with a vicious grip pressing into his neck, causing him to drop his phone. He was met with searing white eyes that pierced through his core. The pure animosity within them burned into the mouse’s brain, leaving him completely in shock. The only thing slightly breaking him out of it being the venomous “you…” emerging from the pitch black monster raising him up.

“Did you really think you could outwit me, mouse? Do you not know who I am? I AM THE MOST POWERFUL CRIMINAL MASTERMIND IN THE WORLD. I AM THE PHANTOM BLOT!”

The Phantom Blot roars with villainous laughter, the echoes shaking the entire construction site. The malicious anger he had now warped into a sociopathic joy. He then snatches the paper away from Mickey with one hand and tightens his grip around the mouse’s throat with the other. Mickey could already feel himself starting to black out with the lack of air. He can’t even process what is going on. He can’t say anything. He… He…

“I would not be upset, little mouse. This was bound to happen. You were never going to win. You were just biding your time until your eventual failure… Well the little game is over now and it looks like things are finally… Falling… into place”

The Phantom Blot roughly lifts the mouse over the edge and forces the mouse to observe the sharp pieces of metal and glass protruding from the ground right below. Sharpened and waiting for a victim to fall in and be shredded to pieces. He shuddered and turned his eyes back to the Blot who was basking in the mouse’s terror and further strengthening his grip.

“Fortunately for you, I still have my ‘soft-heart’. So I will grant you one last kindness… Any last words before I snap your neck and leave you plummeting to your death”

Before Mickey could respond he noticed something coming up behind the Blot. Something Big. Something Round. Something… Fast! He tried his best to lift his arm to point behind the Blot and wiggle his throat free to shout…

“LOOK OUT!”

“Ha! Do you really think that is going to-”

Smack! In an instant, the two men are carried off into the air being propelled forward by a giant wrecking ball. The wrecking ball swings them around 180 degrees and launches both of them into the sky. They fly in the air for a couple of seconds before crashing into some kind of wall, with the Blot’s head specifically hitting onto something. After a quick pause the two bodies start to slide down the wall, until they are both in free fall. Mickey, finally awake to what is happening, realizes he needs to do something to improve his situation. Seeing the massive body also falling underneath him. Mickey does his best to try and swim through the air to get right above it. As the mouse flounders through the air, the both of them get closer… and closer… and closer… and… Thud! The Phantom Blot lands face first into the ground. Plop! Mickey Mouse lands right on top of him. Flash! Two very bright lights turn on illuminating the two men. Gasp! A crowd is left at complete awe of what is in front of them. Mickey picks himself up and instinctually closes his eyes due to the sudden brightness, but then slowly opens them, letting them adjust to the new lighting. He looked at his surroundings… Are those people? The police? He could hear some kind of mumbling and whispers as the crowd of people continued to stare at him. But that mumbling was soon interrupted by a large groan coming from the body underneath him. The mouse instantly looked at the source of the noise and realized who he was sitting on top of… The Phantom Blot… Is he? Mickey’s heart stopped for a second, until he felt a small rise and drop from being on his back. Seems like he just got knocked out cold. Ha. Now he knows how it feels. Mickey quickly notices something in the Blot’s hand. The Blueprint. The mouse stumbles over and quickly snatches the paper. Pleased it is finally back into good hands. As Mickey tries his best to get off the man, he is quickly tackled down by a small figure.

“MICKEY!!!”

Minnie holds tightly onto him, covering his face in kisses. She holds him in a deep hug and starts rambling about how she is so glad to see him and how she wasn’t sure if he was alive or if he was coming and how she heard terrifying laughter and... Mickey returns the embrace. He tells her how glad he is to see her too! He kept his promise.Over her shoulder, Mickey has a better chance to view the other people. However just as he started to observe the crowd the crowd came over quickly to observe him. Instantly a bunch of reporters started shoving microphones into the mouse’s face asking a million questions a second about who he was and how he managed to catch the Phantom Blot. Mickey completely froze like a deer in headlights. Not knowing what to do at all. Thankfully Chief O’Hara saved him and told the crowd to back off a bit, leading Mickey to a less crowded spot. Mickey couldn’t believe his eyes. O’Hara. He really came. O’Hara instantly apologizes. Explaining how he let Mickey down and made him do something dangerous all on his own. He should have listened to him. Mickey tells him not to worry about it and that he is here now. O’Hara smiles and then praises Mickey. Who knew that you would be the one to catch the Phantom Blot. THE Phantom Blot.

“Why can you imagine if we had you on our detective team? Why there wouldn’t be any crime left in Mouseton”

Before Mickey even has a chance to process that statement, O’Hara raises his arms and asks the crowd to give three cheers for Mickey Mouse. Hip Hip Hooray! Hip Hip Hooray! Hip Hip Hooray! Mickey looks out at the crowd cheering for him. Still holding a very flustered expression. He feels like he should be feeling good. I mean he did finally catch one of the world’s most evil criminal masterminds. A man who has never been caught before. Or at least he thinks he did. All those hours he spent chasing, running, and escaping are finally vindicated. And now people are actually acknowledging his accomplishments. This should be the moment where he finally feels the most at peace… And yet… He felt empty. This moment… It feels fake. Maybe he’s just tired. To be honest he’s more excited about the chance to go to sleep, than he is about the praise. As his eyes wander over the crowd singing his praises, taking pictures, and asking for an interview. He catches a glimpse of… Him. A couple of police officers seem to be leading the Phantom Blot to the back of a police car. From the mouse’s view it seems like the Blot is still knocked out from the fall, as they are essentially carrying him. Though just as he thought that, the mouse noticed something… His fingers… They moved. He’s waking up. Mickey quickly looked away. Finally starting to understand what he was feeling. This isn’t the end…

This is just the beginning.

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plutoispurplw · 2 months

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Masterlist and Rules

Spencer Reid

Cardigan

The eras tour

Minecraft

Willy Wonka

Mini headcannon

The Story Of Us

Request#1

This is the list for fandoms that I write, maybe in the future I add more. I one of your fandoms is not here you can still request and I will try my best to do it.

DUNE

Criminal Minds

Grey's Anatomy

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Kamisama Hashimemashita

Descendants

Lab Rats and Lab Rats Elite force

Wonka 2023

Steven Universe

Any disney show from 2010-2017 time

Note: I will accept request as long as you be nice and respect me.

I don't write incest.

I don't write cnc.

I don't write illegal gaps.

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truegoist · 4 months

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have some of u actually ever insulted someone like genuinely

#reading fanfic and the shit talk makes me want to eat a lamp whole #LIKE COME ON #where did y’all learn talking shit from??? Disney channel????#me myself I’m not a mean person at all but even I can do so much better

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literally-noone83 · 1 year

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A Wish to Stay this Close Forever

Justin Russo × Fem!reader

Word count: 1k ish

Warnings: None! Just fluff, essentially comfort fic after a long day.

Author's note: Sup losers. Kinda have a current fixation on wowp, and I realised it's kinda dry on tumblr fics in the wowp fandom. So I'm going to fix that. Yes this is about Justin, No idc if you don't like him, this is my blog. Have a nice day <3

The day was long and arduous. The sun hung low and the streets of Waverly place was lessened with people. Day stores were closing, some waving your way in nice greetings from a familiar face, others were just opening for the night noise.

You've walked this path more times you can count. Passing the small park you used to spend time chasing the Russo kids as a child; giggles echoe distantly. It was also emptied.

The school bag weighed on your shoulders. Heavier and heavier by the minute. Years of high school, carrying these books so many times walking with Justin and Alex. Running early in the morning rush, accidentally slept in, as did poor Justin enduring the consequences of indulging your antics and studying late at night. You walked by one of his study post cards still wedged in a bring wall from when he dropped his stack in attempt to revise on the way. It was stained and dirtied now.

The sub station came into view, it's front door signed "closed". Pushing through the doors, you were gladly met with Thereasa cleaning, "We're closed!" her stern voice rang only to switch at your appearance, "Oh, hey sweetie." You gave her a meek smile. Your sluggish step, your wordless greeting, Theresa has known you nearly as long as she's raised her own kids, instantly she knew and awed at your tired state. She stopped mopping momentarily, "he's upstairs on the couch, preparing for his essay competition."

You pulled a thumbs up gratefully. Heading towards the twirling stairs, Max came down.

"Y/n! just the cool person I needed to talk to. I was thinking of a new sandwich name for my triple bacon, fudge-" you interrupted his ramble with a affectionate ruffle of his head, before moving up the stairs right past him.

You heard his mother explain 'she's tired, Mijo, she'll talk to you later'.

Up and up, your mind was blank. Drained of all energy from the afternoon classes you took. Today was particularly harder, and all that remained lingering in your head was the thought of resting with him.

Heavier feet sounded before you, and as you guessed it was Jerry. He was always sweet, just like Theresa, they posed as second parents to you really. And instinctively he asked, "What's going on with you kiddo? looking a bit flat." You hummed at him and he smiled sympathetically. He knew, just like his wife. And he let you pass without a fuss. "He's in the kitchen, but watch out him and Alex might be arguing."

You let out a small breathy chuckle, because of course they would be.

The door seemed so far away. Reaching it felt like touching gold, twisting the knob and pulling it open. The gust of air brushed your face, inhaling the smell of familiarity and warmth inside this apartment, this home you've visited and at times practically lived in for years.

Alex's muffled voice became clear. The snarkiness starkly interwoven in her speech, the certain type of sadistically yet playful jeer in her tone that you knew all too well, but you supposed Justin who typically lay victim knew it best.

His back was towards you. Sat on the couch with all his text books laid open, pens and highlighter all over the table top with balls of scrunched up 'failed' or 'flawed' attempts at his perfect essay on the floor. You could hear his voice but not his words, noticing the way he gestured hands at Alex as he normally did when irritated by her; arguing with a pen in his hands, dancing between narrowing his eyes at her or hunchinh over his piece of paper.

Zeroing in on his presence, a beacon of a safe haven, a long overdue surrender into comfort, your aching shoulders dropped in its true exhaustion. Slipping your bag off your back, it fell with a thud. It caught the Russos attention, only moments before.

"Well you can stop whining, your girlfriend is here." Alex said.

"What? I dont have-"

Justin could only assume Alex was either referring to Harper, Zeke or- suddenly, Justin felt hands snake around his torso firmly, gentle hands he unmistakeably knew was your's. He felt your body laid against his, leaning into his frame; face pressed into his upper back, chest against his lower as your arms after a quick squeeze loosened into a comfortable hold. Face surely smushed, hair in a disarray, your exasperated breath heated a spot on his skin.

All at once, it was like all muscle tension released. Every bad thought expelled. And ounce of strength that upkept her stature, fell away, and he could feel you slowly sink into him.

Turning his head to the side, trying to see your face, he asked "Hey when did you get here?"

You hummed, before mustering up a few words. "It's me, not zeke."

You heard Alex's giggle burst out—your reliable audience member to every Justin tease you gave.

You felt him snap his head, surely glaring towards his little sister before rolling his eyes at you.

"Still so funny after a full day's work huh," he commented and you smiled against the felt of his plaid shirt. "Just for you," you mumbled and Alex was quick to gag in the background.

"Well you two lovebirds have fun. Enjoy your Justin Hug day, Y/n." Her teasing voice wafted away along with her clicking heels up to her room. Justin seethed at her suggestiveness, only for her to wave before the sound of her door slamming shut.

"She's insufferable."

"You don't mean that."

"Whatever..."

Letting silence prevail, you imagined he resumed his study, his dedication at work. However, his hand had glided over your arms comfortingly. Soothing you with one hand, his soft fingertips trailed up over your knuckles, intertwining fingers gently.

He whispered, "Long day?"

"Yea..." you responded just as softly.

"Mrs Thompson rowdy like before?"

"Just the usual."

He hummed.

"You ok?"

You paused, and your silence made him tilt his head to the side in worry, gently egging on your words.

"...tired." your voice grew smaller.

Justin waited for a moment. "Want to talk about it?" he asked seriously but you didn't answer. Instead he felt your face shift against his shoulder blade as you shook your head for 'no'. He knew it wasn't the time. And so he breathed out an 'ok', squeezing your hand in reassurance that it's alright, it can wait. 'You can rest'.

Situations like this with Justin happened occasionally.

Ever since you were little kids, maybe it was due to age or the fact you made a particularly closer connection to Justin first, but when you were mad, sad or scared you always gravitated to the little boy. And vice versa. There was photos Mr and Mrs Russo kept of you and Justin holding hands whenever you were in a crying fit or Justin was petrified from little things like a bug crossing the pavement.

Continued to stay attached to the hip, while childish affections like that dialed down growing up, high school was vastly different. Years of venturing their own paths while still knowing each other, some things just got a little too difficult to handle on their own. It took a few pivotal moments of breakdowns unintentionally witnessed and relationship dilemmas to evoke the necessity of simple hug. There was solace they could only find in each others company which they realised they subconsciously needed.

And so, on the days things were getting a little too overwhelming or tiresome, they sought the other out. The rest of the family caught on; Theresa thought it was adorable, reminiscent on younger days, while after overcoming the initial stage of embarrassment, Alex and Max enjoyed teasing the two about it. At the sight of a tired Justin or Y/n, they were directed to the other. Alex would frequently hush an angered Justin with a 'looks like someone needs a Y/n-huggy' or Max, when he could, would bombard the two with a thrid-wheeling cuddle.

You indulged the two, teasingly embracing the angered Russo for a laugh, or moving to squeeze the youngest with an indulgent hug as asked. Justin was also too flushed in the face annoyed by them to do otherwise.

But on this rare occasion, they were left alone. And you thanked the wizarding Gods for it, because today... you really needed it.

On the rarest occasion, you noted, Justin's right hand never left yours. Instead of letting go and busying himself with the luxury of both hands, he held yours, settling for just one as he worked. Nonchalantly rubbing his thumb over your skin, he soothed your thoughts.

The constant action made your heart soar un-admittedly, causing you to bury your face into his shirt even more.

He stopped his movements and small minstrations, "Do you want to go to bed? I'm going to be here for a while so-"

"No no, please. I'll stop moving, I promise."

"Y/n, are you sure?"

"I promise," you affirmed.

Staring down at your hands that momentarily grew a little tighter in persistence, an irresistible smile slipped onto his lips. Silently glad thay you didn't want to leave him just yet.

Because he didn't want you to leave either.

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