#having them both open up about their lives and show their softer sadder sides they usually try to hold back on

[savethelastdan]

You can pretend you don’t miss me. You can pretend you don’t care. All you wanna do is kiss me. Oh what a shame I’m not there. SessKagu 😏

“Oooooh!” Rin presses both hands to her cheeks and shrieks aloud. “Lord Sesshomaru, look at all the flowers!” 

He stares out over the field. The ground has exploded into colors of white, purple, and yellow. Smile bright, Rin runs to collect a bundle in her elbow. For Kaede, Kagome, and Sango, she babbles, along with other names he doesn’t know nor care to remember. 

It’s a bit childish, for her age - she’s nine now, going by everything she’s said. But Sesshomaru is not bothered by such things, after witnessing what little of a real childhood that she actually got to have.

“Lord Sesshomaru?” Rin stands, petals showering the tops of her feet, and frowns. “I wish Lady Kagura was here. I think she’d like these - they’re the same colors that she always wore.” 

He looks more carefully at the blossoms in her arms - ah, that’s why the scent was strangely familiar. The last time he saw a field like this, the sweetness was overrun with the acidic taint of miasma.

So you knew it was me...

“Let’s go.” He turns to walk back towards the village, and pretends that the ache in his chest is not there. 

-

Kohaku leans forward, bracing blood-stained hands on his knees. “I did it,” he says, sounding as though he himself can’t quite believe it. “It’s dead.” 

Sesshomaru sheathes Bakusaiga, eying the corpse of the centipede demon stretched before them. The demon cat noses a distended limb with a muttered snarl, and when he catches her eye she gives him a nod. 

“Your skills are improving.” It is as much of a compliment as he will ever offer, but the self-conscious grin that he gets in return shows that Kohaku feels every bit of it.

“Thank you, Lord Sesshomaru. It’s weird to say, but--when I threw my kusarigama, it felt like there was something else behind it. Power that wasn’t mine...” He looks up, past the trees crowning them, and the smile turns softer, sadder. “It felt like she was with me, again.” 

Sesshomaru’s hand on his sword’s hilt tightens. As though on reflex, his senses sharpen, searching for a scent that’s been gone for three years, now.

The demon cat jumps over the body of their opponent and strides over. Growling, she pushes her head under her master’s elbow. Kohaku scratches behind her ears gently with a sigh. 

“I miss-”

“If there is nothing else to be done here,” Sesshomaru interrupts, straightening his spine in a sharp movement, “then let us continue on.” 

“Oh! Of course!” Hurrying to retrieve his weapon from where it is still embedded in the creature’s throat, Kohaku wipes conspicuously at his face. Sesshomaru looks away, gritting his teeth against the pain - that annoying, stinging pulse -that resides within his chest. 

He’s tried everything to ease it. Poultices, potions, even scraping violently at his own chest with his claws - but nothing helps. 

Perhaps it is simply another thing he must learn to live with. 

- 

She laughs, propping her head up on one elbow. "What, are you just going to sit there?” 

He doesn’t move. “This is a dream.”

“So?” Sweeping tendrils of black hair out of her eyes, she raises an eyebrow at him. Her earrings are missing, a pair of feathers that crown the top of her head the only adornment to her expression. “That should make it better, actually - can’t be held responsible for anything that happens in your own head.” 

Responsible - he’s always been held to such standards. Putting them aside would be absurd. 

“Come on.” She yawns dramatically in his face. When he remains still, she leans over to yank at his arm in a surprisingly firm grip. “Why am I here, then, if you’re not going to do anything about it?” 

It’s a good question. Sesshomaru often wonders that, himself - why she remains on his mind so often, when they only had a handful of meetings in life before her untimely demise. Why the injustice of her murder fed a rage that burned (burns) so violently through his poisonous blood, when such matters of discrimination never mattered much to him before. 

She drags his arm around her waist, and he is startled at the warmth of her body - a body he never held, before, except when he dragged her from a swollen river-bed. She was ice-cold, then, unconscious and badly wounded - but here, in his mind’s eye, she is perfectly whole.  

“There.” Tucking her leg over his, she offers a cheeky smile. “Comfortable?” 

How could he be? Sesshomaru doesn’t indulge in fantasy, with the strings of a fate that was never his (never hers) to have. But the peace in her eyes must make him insane. Because for the briefest moment, he’s dragging her closer, seeking the warmth of her mouth-

His eyes open. The night is dark; ten feet away, Jaken snores soundly against the trunk of a tree. 

Locked within his chest, his heart throbs (a warning, a punishment). 

- 

There is no reason to think this will even work. 

And even if it does, he will be met with many questions as to his motivation - especially from those like his brother, who are always curious about things that do not concern them. 

There will be consequences that he can not imagine. 

Yet for the first time in a long time, he feels a spark of his old self - the confident, self-assured man who only sought his own glory. So Sesshomaru continues on through the Underworld, wading through a sea of damned souls. After what seems like years, he sees a pair decaying stone gates, standing impossibly tall through the mist. 

When he meets the goddess behind them, she smiles at him with rotting teeth, waving long, curved claws in his face. 

A soul? 

A soul needs a body, you know. 

A soul needs a heart, you know. 

“I will get whatever is needed.” 

You can’t take it back, you know.

You can’t change your mind, you know.

“I will have no reason to change my mind, if you can do what you say.” 

-

Sun streaks over the surface of the water. A woman’s body lays partially submerged on the bank, her cold face turned towards the sun.

Wind blows, and the woman’s eyes open. Her breath quickens at the echo of a heartbeat in her chest.

Sesshomaru crouches by her side, claws digging into soft earth. 

“Is it you?” 

She turns her face towards him, blinking rapidly. Confusion wrinkles her brow, quickly followed by a suspicious frown. 

“Sesshomaru? What the hell did you do?” 

Kagura. 

The pain in his chest fades away. 

#inuyasha #kagura #sesskagu #song lyric game #fanfic #savethelastdan #shespitsfire #by the time im done #you all are gonna be sick of kagura resurrection stories #but it's what she deserved

[layniapetrovnaaa]

Nightmares [Old Man Logan]

Summary: Laura has a nightmare and goes to find you and Logan to seek comfort.

[The Howlett Family series]

Canadian nights were cold, even in the spring time. Laura shivered lightly under her covers as she stared at the clock on her nightstand that read 3:49 A.M. She took a deep breath and untangled herself from the purple comforter. Her bedroom door creaked as it swung open, and she walked quietly to the shut white door at the end of the hallway. She stood in front of it hesitantly, debating whether or not she should go in or just go back to sleep. She then recalled the night-terror she had, and quietly opened the door. As she walked in to the room the bright glow of the red alarm clock mocked her again, it was times like this that made her glad that she didn't have to wake up at seven o'clock for school, and that her parents had decided to home-school her until she became more accustom to society.

She stood at the foot of the bed and watched you and Logan as she decided who to wake up to console her. You were the obvious choice, but given that fact that you were eight months pregnant and Logan let it slip to her the other day that you hadn't been sleeping very much, she decided to let you continue to rest. As she realized she would have to wake the beast, she took in a deep breath.

The first few months after they crossed the border to Canada were rocky, but soon the family dynamics started to form and her and Logan really started to form a nice father-daughter relationship (well nice by their standards, you all would still get the occasional weird glance at the supermarket, but that could be for a number of reasons honestly). Shortly after everyone had started to become familiar with this new life, you found out you were pregnant. It was a blessing but also a slight cause for concern, yet, you guys made it work, you were excited.

As Laura was moving over to her fathers side of the bed she saw you shift and lay a hand on your swollen belly that was covered by one of Logan's dark grey tees.

She poked him lightly at first, but when he didn't even flinch she poked him harder, several times, which did the trick.

"Stop it." he grumbled, turning his back to face her.

She quickly scanned the scars that littered is back before prodding his shoulder.

"Laura." he spoke in a warning tone.

Logan grit his teeth as he felt the light jab at the back of his head, sitting up about halfway he turns to her, his expression tired and slightly (or not so slightly) irked.

"Whaddya want kid?" his tone was groggy and a little irritated.

"Tuve una pesadilla."she speaks as she holds herself in her arms.

At this point Logan has shifted to sitting up on his side, hand covering his mouth to muffle his dry cough, eyes slightly droopy from sleep.

"Laura you know I cant understand Spanish." he says, exasperated.

"I had a nightmare." she says quieter this time.

Logan sighs closing his eyes tight, itching the back of his neck before throwing off the covers. He gets up and walks over to your shared closet and puts on a black t-shirt. Laura watches his every move, still clinging to herself. He walks towards the door and opens it further to exit the bedroom. He turns back to look at his daughter who stood still in the same spot she was in before. She looks at him intently and he gestures with his hand for her to leave.

"Come on, lets go." his tone was softer this time he spoke, and she obeyed.

He followed her out into the hallway, shutting the door softly behind him, trying not to wake you.

"So-" he starts, "-normally [Y/N] takes care of this stuff, why'd you wake me up?"

Laura shrugged even though she knew the answer.

"She needs to sleep."

He nods, looking up to the ceiling then looking back down at Laura before gently stroking her hair once.

"We all do kiddo." he sighs.

They walk out to the living room and sit on the couch, Logan flips on the TV an Laura curls up and snuggles into his side. Logan puts his arm around her and flips through the channels until he ends up on Disney.

"I uhm-" he clears his throat "- I don't really know what [Y/N] usually says when this stuff happens so..."

She snuggles further into him.

He nods to himself before pulling her closer.

"Can I get you anything?" he asks.

She shakes her head no, and they sit there in silence for a little while, watching the cheesy show on the TV.

The more Logan thought about why the two of them were awake right now the sadder and angrier he got. Logan may not be the most affectionate guy, but he cares deeply for his family, even if he may not always show it. And the thought of his daughter having to experience even half of what he has made him want to go on a killing spree. But, instead he sat there and held her as she watched her show.

"Do they go away?"

"No." he answers bluntly.

"But, you learn how to live with them, your nightmares and your demons, you learn how to accept them. They are a part of you but they don't define who you are."

After that they both stayed silent, and Logan felt himself slowly drifting off. Not too long after, Laura did as well, feeling safe in her daddy's arms.

***

You roll over and stretch your arm out expecting to feel Logan's warm, bare torso, ready to snuggle up against it as best you could, given your big belly, but instead all you felt was the cold bed.

Your eyes squinted open and saw that he in fact was not in the bed with you.

Flipping onto your back you rub your eyes and look at the clock, it was 6:31 A.M. That was odd. Logan never got up that early. You figured you might as well get up now, get an early start to the day, and figure out where Logan was. You rose out of the bed and stretched your hands above your head, sighing as you did before you waddled over to the window and opened the curtains. The sun was just starting to rise over the Canadian Rockies. The warm orange-pink color lighting up the cool blue-grey skies. You couldn't help but smile at the beautiful view.

As you were making your way out to the kitchen, planning on preparing yourself a cup of tea, you noticed Laura's door was cracked open, popping your head in you noticed that she too wasn't in her bed. This concerned you slightly. You walked out to the living room/kitchen area quietly, preparing yourself for the possibility that you might have to use your powers. When you entered the living room you could do nothing but grin. Quickly snatching the old film camera off the shelf next to you, and taking a few pictures of the sleeping pair on the couch.

"They're gunna kill me for that." you giggled to yourself, putting the camera back on the shelf, making your way in to the kitchen.

#old man logan #old man logan imagine #old man logan x reader #hugh jackman #laura kinney #logan 2017 #logan howlett #logan howlett imagine #logan howlett x reader #wolverine #wolverine imagine #wolverine x reader

[speedygal]

Cope

A/N this deals with the aftermath of January 6th, 2021. If you do not want to read anything regarding those events, please skip this post.

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“Mr Harker, you said that your friend would be here, yes?”

“I did.” Jonathan replied.

“Where is he?”

Jonathan weighed his reply, the count had been silent, too silent, apart from unexpected weeping in the basement.

“Hmm, he isn’t in a very good mood right now.” Jonathan replied. “Perhaps in the morning.”

“I look forward to meeting him.”

“So do I.” Jonathan said with a nod.

Jonathan closed the door to the bedroom their guest was in with a smile then turned away. His current guest was the person that he decided would make a great meal after having escaped the hands of justice with a very talented lawyer that got under his skin.

It was more than satisfying knowing day by day the criminal was going to die and not be able to do a thing about it because his house was current unable to house him. Jonathan turned away from the door reflecting over the demise that he had planned out for the one who almost got away when he arrived to the diner room and spotted a familiar figure seated in a chair in front of the fire place

There was a empty glass -- stained lightly by left over blood on the rims -- on the table alongside the chair. The count was facing the direction of the fire place thinking something over with his painting hanging from across him on the wall of better times and the mood in the room was different compared to how it had been for the last several weeks since the count’s strange behavior started. Jonathan looked at the count with great concern as the fire cackled then approached the chair.

"Count Dracula, you haven't been drinking for twenty-two days."

Jonathan had a hand on the arm rest of the chair that Dracula was seated in. 

"I am happy to see that you have stopped wailing in the basement at ungodly hours.  . . but this silence is bothering me."

The count made his reply.

"Jonathan, please be seated over there."

Dracula's voice was hoarse, his once black hair was white even with a mess of long curls that were thick resting on his shoulders not even set up in the same hairdress that Dracula had welcomed him into his life century ago, and looked as though he were in a period of mourning dressed from black from top to bottom with little display of colorful clothing that Jonathan had known the older vampire for.

"Twenty-two days ago there was a event in America. It was all over national television. Couldn't look away from it. That was the only thing on social media. The only thing."

Jonathan searched his memory.

"I have been busy on several court cases."

"Thankfully. You recall that I had been knocking on wood all day on the fifth."

"Yes."

"Well, the results came in right at the same time as that event occurred."

"What is this event?"

"I can't speak of it."

"It is bothering you."

"My dear Jonathan, the man we shall not speak of in this castle or outside of this castle for the remainder of our lives incited a insurrection against Democracy when his Vice President who enabled him for four long years said no to him."

"He said no?" Jonathan asked, surprised.

Dracula nodded.

"To overturning the election, as did his DOJ, his CIA, but the Republicans were willing to."

"You're joking."

"He told his army that he loved him, told them that they were very special people, and to go home."

Johnathan's jaw slightly fell.

"He did not send in the national guard."

If Jonathan could puke, he would have.

"His people in the pentagon refused the DC capitol police's requests for help."

Jonathan was silenced.

"One man saved democracy that night; Eugene Goodman, a black man, used the color of his skin to draw the mad mob seeking for blood away from the senate chamber into the waiting arms of his companions and the door was closed after they were drawn away."

Dracula sighed.

"The Republican Party did not ask for who shall not be named resignation, begin impeachment proceedings, ask for the 25th amendment to be invoked; instead, they asked for the white house staff to remain just for one night."

he held up a finger.

"One more night.” He lowered his finger, slowly. “And we all know what one more night leads to.” the count shook his head. “Just one more day and they're through just one more day and they're through just one more day and they're through--” he picked up the glass then smashed it to the ground with a loud clash. -”AND HE GETS AWAY WITH IT. ONE LAST TIME!"

Dracula got up to his feet then approached the window with a grip on his golden walking stick then paused in front of it as he were paused with rage.

"The Republican Party has been stabbed in the chest and died, grizzly, in the eyes of the very public with common sense."

The count lowered his head.

"It's a terrorist party. The values it once represented is no more." Dracula's features darkened, solemnly. "Instead, it accepts Trumpisim.”

Dracula paced back and forth, slowly, but elegantly.

”It has become emboldened by it after nothing was done and only four hundred some people are being investigated.” Dracula’s shoulders loosened with both of his hands guided on his stick. “You understand how this encourages domestic terrorists to come out of the shadows and show themselves."

Jonathan nodded in understanding.

"So I take it that your rocket didn't launch.” Jonathan noted, earning Dracula’s attention and the visible once prominent eyebrows raising. “You would be in a far better mood to be seen in the way for your continued existence having proved it can fly and land.”

A tiny smirk grew on Dracula’s face looking upon Jonathan but became tinged by fact.

"I think it is not launching any time this month.” Dracula’s voice fell even softer as his words came out softer and kinder losing the volume that he had spoken about the subject. “The FAA is a dinosaur and it were fighting with that very passionate space oriented man to get it to launch today.”

Jonathan combed the back of his head.

"I find it hard to believe that a vampire would be bothered by this."

"Mr Harker, America is that little dog that randomly appears in your life that you kick away and it keeps nipping at you until one day, it doesn't and it concerns you instead of delights you."

"It's always been there and always will be there." Jonathan said, cutting Dracula off.

Jonathan didn't want to hear what he thought what the count was going to say and if he said what Jonathan felt that he were going to say, it was going to be surreal having it not there for the first time in his century long existence.

"Two months ago, I would have agreed with you."

"I have faith in the American people in that." Dracula was quiet listening to the younger vampire. "They elected a woman and a man into the White House.”

Dracula nodded in agreement before replying.

"This time, it has been infested and goes over to a tree and slowly dies by the inside without any help."

Dracula's voice grew sadder.

"I thought it were set to die over the course of my lifetime while sailing the ocean of time for Elisabeta. Civilizations come and go, but this one wants to stay and get rid of the waste that tried to kill it. "

The comment brought certain relief for Jonathan regarding America. 

"It appears history must repeat itself in the way that the Federalist Party had after proposing a New England Confederacy within the United States."

"After the Hartford convention, they were no more just as the Republican Party after the DC insurrection. Imagine, Jonathan, watching your party die before your eyes and having to leave it because it is a party of treason.”

“I can imagine." Jonathan said. "Mine didn’t die, it just evolved. I can try but I can't imagine it happening."

Dracula had a small nod in response,

"And the Republican Party is quickly heading toward the state of being dissolved and replaced by yet another party, The Patriot Party, The New Patriot party The Trump Conservative party, or . . . .” the count turned to face the younger vampire. “if we're lucky it could just be the Independents."

“And what about Georgia?” Jonathan asked.

Dracula sat back down into the chair then poured a glass for himself and sipped from it. 

“Oh, we won that.” Dracula replied.

Jonathan raised his brows.

“We?” Jonathan asked. “What party are you part of?”

Dracula laughed then looked inside the bottle and frowned, disappointed, then shifted his attention toward Jonathan.

“I call myself one of the good guys as not posing a insurrection.”

“You would have it as a revolution,”

“With the American Vampires.”

“And gotten them all killed.”

Dracula had a short laugh, his cup held between two fingers by the lower handle, his blue eyes on him.

“We can debate about some other time.”

Jonathan nodded in agreement.

“Speaking of tomorrow, I brought over fast food.” Jonathan straightened up in his chair. “You look very thirsty.” Dracula gazed over toward Jonathan. “One day express, he’s a anti-vaxxer and doesn’t have anything on his schedule.”

“Sounds delicious, how thoughtful of you.”

“You will feel better.” Jonathan patted on Dracula’s forearm.

“Is my meal drunk?” Dracula asked.

Jonathan at first seemed surprised then it faded observing the curiosity on Dracula’s face.

“Very drunk."

Dracula smiled then with his free hand held his fingers beneath Jonathan’s chin.

“You just know how to please me, my dear companion.”

Dracula got up to his feet with a smile then went up the stairs with the walking stick as his support. Jonathan went over to the table then looked beneath it and slid out a additional bottle and grinned, “At least, he didn’t find this blood bottle.” then went over to the fire pit, took out his own glass, and poured some blood into the cup as the door to the soon to be victim opened.

Dracula was incredibly thirsty as he approached the bed then carefully closed the door behind him. He set his walking stick alongside the edge of the frame, bore his fangs, then carefully bit into the side of the victim’s neck and drank from him measuring how much blood were sucked out for his thirst. He withdrew from the victim and licked some blood off with some youth returning to his features and his hair regaining some color. Dracula departed, well again.

#Dracula #Jonathan Harker #Dracula X Jonathan

[forgadgetsandgizmos]

I (Gladly) Shoulder Every Burden

Written for Day 3 of Alex Manes Week 2020 | Prompt: "This time, I'm in charge" or Legacy

Read here on AO3

Alex grabbed his leather jacket off its place on the back of the desk chair in his room and shoved it into the large duffel he was slowly filling with essentials.

An hour ago, someone far beyond his own rank of Captain called using phrases like ‘missing paperwork,’ ‘essential,’ and ‘on-site assistance required immediately’ that triggered half a dozen alarms in his head. He’d been off the phone barely ten minutes before he’d received an email with a plane ticket from Roswell International Air Center, departure time in five hours. He had barely over three of those hours left and considering the hell that was airport security, (even in a small airport like Roswell’s with practically zero direct flights, especially since his leg prevented him from passing through metal detectors), that’s barely enough time for him to finish packing and make the half-hour drive to the converted old air base.

Honestly, it was just bad luck they called the day after he finally unpacked his bag from the weeklong Air Force recruitment trip he never actually took. He’d wasted that first hour doing laundry just so he’d have clothes that weren’t fatigues.

He was scrambling to make sure he’d packed all the little thing scattered across the house when a draft rushed in from his front door.

“Alex?” Michael’s voice drifted towards him. “You here? Sorry for stopping by like this. You weren’t answering your phone and you didn’t show up to the Crashdown.”

Alex glanced at the time and winced. According to his watch, he’d been suppose to meet Michael for breakfast an hour and a half ago.

“Back here,” he called out.

Michael’s footsteps echoed as he walked down the hall towards Alex’s room.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize it was past ten. I got a phone call a couple hours ago that threw me off,” Alex started to explain as soon as Michael came into view, apology etched on his face.

Michael didn’t speak, instead running his eyes over Alex and the full bag in his hand. “What are you packing for?”

Alex ignored Michael’s imploring gaze on his back as he moved around the room. “Ah ha!” He held up a grey t-shirt triumphantly before adding it to his duffel.

Standing in the doorway, Michael crossed his arms. “You didn’t answer my question. Where are you going that you need your favorite sleep shirt?”

Alex lifted his chin hesitantly. “I’m needed at Griffiss. I fly out in a couple hours.”

“Griffiss? The Air Force base in New York?”

“I shouldn’t be gone too long. A couple days, maybe a week at most.”

Michael’s face scrunched up in confusion. “You’re stationed here permanently. Why do they need you there?”

Alex avoided his eyes and answered. “I’m reporting to the supervisor who managed Project Shepherd in the seventies before it shut down. With my dad dead, no one filled the paperwork that kept anyone from looking too closely at the funds he had misdirected. I’m giving a deposition about my involvement in shutting it down.”

“What?” Michael gripped the edge of the door frame. “Alex, you can’t get involved with this again, it’s too dangerous,” he demanded, his tone incredulous.

Alex flushed and shot him a frustrated look. “It’ll be fine. As far as they’re concerned, I did them a favor by dismantling the project. They just have to hear from me in person and the General will only be in New York until Friday.”

Michael growled and slammed his palm against the frame. A loud bang rang through the room. “Alex!”

Alex yanked the zipper on his duffel shut and finally looked at Michael. His knuckles were so pale that they blended right into the white framing he was gripping, and his arm trembled faintly from the pressure. Alex shrugged his shoulder half-heartedly, as if to ask what he was supposed to do about it.

Michael closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Even if you’re clear, we’re not. Max, Isobel, and I had files in your dad’s system, you’re going to just hand us over to them.”

“Of course not,” Alex scowled. “How could you even think that? I took care of it. The system Dad was using was so old, it didn’t back-up to a satellite. Those profiles never left that bunker and I wiped any trace of them from there. The only people who know about the three of you are my dad and Flint. And I don’t think my dad will be saying anything from six feet under, do you?”

“What about Flint?”

“Not in charge and he doesn’t have any proof. Besides, I outrank him.” Alex turned to pull his crutch from its spot hiding at the base of the bed and fastened the metal arm rest and handle to the straps of the bag for transport.

Michael was shaking his head in disbelief when he turned his attention back to him. “You don’t know that,” he said, throwing his hands up. “You can’t guarantee that if you go there, they won’t find out about us and throw us in some dark hole before you can blink.”

“Yes, I do,” Alex burst out. He bit back his next words at Michael’s shocked face and lowered his voice. “Yes, I do,” he repeated softer. He took a step closer to Michael’s tense form. “Michael, my father is dead. Flint has no jurisdiction in the Air Force. Even if neither of those things were true, I still outrank them both. No one has any reason to distrust me and there’s an evidence pile a mile high of Jesse Manes’ misconduct.”

Michael jerked when Alex stepped closer again, as if he was going to argue again but stopped himself at the last second. He sniffed loudly, his nose scrunching up for a split second in a familiar way. It brought the beginnings of a smile to Alex’s face.

“I’m sorry I missed breakfast,” Alex offered, keeping his tone light.

“You were gonna leave without telling me,” Michael said accusingly. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“I would’ve called, I promise,” Alex said softly. “The General calling took me by surprise and my mind flew straight to laundry and packing. I didn’t mean to flake out on you.”

Michael fidgeted in front of him, moving his arms again to hang limply by his side before stuffing his fingers into the pockets. The action pushing his shoulders up around his neck. Alex thought he looked how he used to when they were seventeen, so unsure every time they spoke to one another. Wondering if this would be the last time. If he’d be rejected the next or laughed out, told it was all a joke.

Alex placed his hands on either side of Michael’s face, letting them trace the faint stubble along his jaw and run up through his curly, untamed hair. Michael’s eyes fluttered as he leaned into his touch.

“I’m not leaving leaving, okay? I’ll be back before you can blink,” Alex assured him, repeating his own words. “This is different.”

“How?” Michael demanded. His voice cracked, betraying the lack of anger or force behind the word.

Alex grinned slyly. “This time, I’m in charge.”

Michael huffed and knocked Alex’s shoulder with his. “Nerd.”

His grin grew wider. “That’s me,” he said cheerfully.

He got a laugh from Michael at his expression and laughed with him. He glanced at his watch showing his time dwindling with every tick forward. “I gotta go,” he said, trying to somehow convey to Michael in those three words every thought racing threw his head. That he didn’t want to leave but this was more than work, it was about protecting Michael and his family. He had promised to protect him. No chance was he going to make a liar out of himself because of plane ride.

Michael stiffened but nodded his understanding. “Call me when you get there? And when you’re back?” he asked, voice low.

“Of course.” Alex grabbed his now packed bag and walked into the kitchen, snatching his keys off a small tray on the counter. He arched an eyebrow at Michael when he didn’t move. “You staying?”

Michael had the sense to look sheepish when he followed out him. He lingered nearby as Alex locked the front door and loaded his bag into the backseat of his car.

Before Alex could wrench the door open, he was engulfed by warm arms on his back and a chest pressed against his own. Alex wrapped his around Michael, letting Michael bury his face in the crock of his neck. They held each other for what felt like hours but was probably no more than thirty seconds before Michael let out a shaky breath and pulled back.

Michael gave him a small smile, sadder than he would have like, and nodded for Alex to get into the car. Alex tried not to let Michael’s seeming lack of confidence affect him (it wasn’t Alex Michael was nervous about, he told himself, it was Project Shepherd and his siblings’ safety) and started the car.

He glanced back where Michael stood, still watching, in his rearview mirror as he shifted the gear into drive and pulled away. The figure didn’t move, eventually fading from view as Alex drove further from his home and toward the airport.

Michael may not agree, but this was the best thing he could do for him. At this point, him not going would only draw unwanted attention. He was still telling himself that when he parked his car in the overnight parking lot of the airport.

He promised to protect Michael, and this is what that looked like. This just happened to be a plane ride with two layovers and a shitty New York hotel room. Considering their lives, so often shrouded in mysteries and alien murderers, it was a small price to pay.

See it here on ao3

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TAHNEE; TRAGEDY//ROMANCE (ALBUM) (2019.)

in the wake of a terrible break up with former girlfriend, Margo Massey, and a highly followed romance with break out Australian star Matthew Harris comes the anticipated album from lyrical wonder Tahnee Bianchi. a two part cinematic. dramatic and sonically explosive masterpiece. you get an inside into the bombastic life of a superstar. a raw, honest but very tahnee narrative that beautifully explains the hardships of love in an industry that thrives on fallout.

CHAPTER ONE

1) HAUNTED

❝ in the opening song you are greeted by a heart racing and anxiety driven track that beautifully implies the scared feeling of running from danger with no idea where you’re going.  YOU AND I WALK A FRAGILE LINE I HAVE KNOWN IT ALL THIS TIME BUT I NEVER THOUGHT I’D LIVE TO SEE IT BREAK.  tahnee explicitly confessing she never saw the end coming in this relationship despite knowing they were travelling a road where it was easy to crash. the song is hauntingly beautiful and horrifying honest, with the next verse conveying desperation for something to fill the void. THEY WILL TRY TO TAKE AWAY MY PAIN AND THEY JUST MIGHT MAKE ME SMILE BUT THE WHOLE TIME I WISHING THEY WERE YOU INSTEAD. a drum driven song, not accidentally influenced by margos career choice in ghost galleries. a blatant parallel telling the tv show host she can’t go back from her relationship with her she’s HAUNTED.   ❞ @ofcmargos

2) DANCING WITH OUR HANDS TIED

❝ another dramatic track that tacks a softer take on the heart beat inducing backing. a sadder song where we get a look into margo and tahnees relationship. MY LOVE HAD BEEN FROZEN DEEP BLUE BUT YOU PAINTED ME GOLDEN. and for anyone that follows the singer-song writer you’ll be well aware she’s a very cold person but in these lyrics we get a candid view of someone who managed to bring a golden glow into her life. possibly the most upsetting line being; I KNEW THERE WAS NO ONE IN THE WORLD WHO COULD TAKE IT I HAD A BAD FEELING. where she confesses she’s always had a hunch no one would be able to deal with her, a rare look inside a stoic mind. dancing with our hands tied insinuates that what they had was freeing and beautiful and yet there was always something holding them back. tahnee adressing that she LOVED YOU IN SPITE OF DEEP FEARS THAT THE WORLD WOULD DIVIDE US even though ultimately they can crashing down. ❞ . @ofcmargos

3) THE WAY I LOVED YOU

❝ coming in to track three is seemingly a little easier, not as stress ridden and bombastic. in fact at first we’re treated to what is seemingly a perfect romance (possibly about matthew harris). HE IS SENSIBLE AND SO INCREDIBLE AND ALL MY SINGLE FRIENDS ARE JEALOUS. she explains how perfect and easy it is, most specifically in the second verse where she explains it’s too easy it’s in fact boring. HE’S CHARMING AND ENDEARING AND I’M COMFORTABLE. comfortable but not happy. because you’re soon to find out that what she misses is the rollercoaster ride of dating someone that can actually handle her someone that challenges her and makes her someone she never thought she could be. I NEVER KNEW I COULD FEEL THAT MUCH AND THAT’S THE WAY I LOVE YOU. a simple lyric that hits hard because tahnee isn’t the emotive person in every day life and to know someone so deadpan could be cracked open by someone is one hell of a feat on margos end.  ❞ @ofcmargos

4) WONDERLAND

❝ once again we’re treated to something more magical sounding. almost as if the suns coming out again in this track, alas through all the magic- a metaphor to how it feels to be in love- you’re hit with reality WE TOOK A WRONG TURN AND WE FELL DOWN THE RABIT HOLE.  tahnee taking an alice in wonderland themed approach to the feeling of being TOO IN LOVE TO THINK STRAIGHT and yet having danger all around you. STRANGERS WATCHING WHISPERS TURNED TO TALKING AND TALKING TURNED TO SCREAMS. it’s hard to stay in a relationship in an industry so heavily focused on the downfall and fallout of their stars. and the major theme of this first part of the album is a love that was stolen from her because of who she is in the music business. ❞ @ofcmargos

5) OUT OF THE WOOD

❝ following wonderland seems to be the dark side of the magically written fallout. the nitty gritty truth that you don’t wanna hear. tahnee opening the song with what we all think looking on past relationships IT ALL SEEMED SO SIMPLE. looking in hindsight everything was in place and it should’ve been easier than it was all made out to be. the repetitive and desperate chorus sounds like begging to know if they’re finally OUT OF THE WOODS? // IN THE CLEAR YET? are they finally safe? is there finally no more road bumps to endure. LOOKING AT IT NOW LAST DECEMBER WE WERE BUILT TO FALL APART AND FALL BACK TOGETHER an obvious reference to their first breakup. WHEN YOU STARTED CRYING BABY I DID TOO the whole bridge a dramatic and heartfelt speech about how when things went wrong there always seemed to be a simple solution- the other person there for them.  ❞ @ofcmargos

6) THE STORY OF US

❝ I USED TO THINK ONE DAY WE’D TELL THE STORY OF US HOW WE MET AND THE SPARKS FLEW INSTANTLY AND PEOPLE WOULD SAY THEY’RE THE LUCKY ONES. another incredibly telling opening line, one of honesty and heartbreak. to have something in your hands that felt so right and so fitting and so forever to only be wrong about it is truly one of the worst things to have to recover from. A SIMPLE COMPLICATION, MISCOMMUNICATION LEADS TO FALL OUT THERE’S SO MANY THINGS THAT I WISH YOU SO MANY WALLS UP I CAN’T BREAK THROUGH. when you fight with someone and you’re both stubborn and set in your ways there are things you find it hard to express to the other person for them to understand and this is perfectly depicted all throughout this song. I’D TELL YOU I MISS YOU BUT I DON’T KNOW HOW I’VE NEVER HEARD SILENCE QUITE THIS LOUD. hearing how the other person is doing, on both end, hearing they’re moving on when inside you know you’re not is a heated blade cutting through your heart. how is it so easy for them to walk away? it says more than any words could. THIS IS LOOKING LIKE A CONTEST OF WHO CAN ACT LIKE THEY CARE LESS // THE BATTLES IN YOUR HANDS NOW I WILL LAY MY ARMOUR DOWN. not exactly something tahnee ever does, one for fighting her battles until death this is possibly the only time we have ever heard the singe to confess defeat. ❞ @ofcmargos

7) BREATHE

❝ this is where we come down from the angst and the bombastic dramatics of falling out with someone you love. this is the soft heartbreak that wakes you up and makes you realise you really did lose something worth crying over. MUSIC STARTS PLAYING LIKE THE END OF A SAD MOVIE IT’S THE KIND OF ENDING YOU DON’T REALLY WANNA SEE BECAUSE IT’S TRAGEDY AND IT’LL ONLY BRING YOU DOWN. a soft spoken, acoustic piece that portrays the emptiness and hopelessness of losing someone in such a way you never saw coming. NEVER WANTED THIS NEVER WANNA SEE YOU HURT EVERY LITTLE BUMP IN THE ROAD I TRIED TO SWERVE. an honest moment where tahnee tells that she tried to stop herself time and time again from doing things she knew would ultimately add forks in the road of their relationship. she tried to dodge every little thing that could go wrong. the hardest piece of the song to listen to is the outro where you hear the singer repeat I’M SORRY over and over again in a heart shattering apology. something you never quite get from tahnee.  ❞ @ofcmargos

8) HOLY GROUND

❝ a reminiscent look back on what was good BACK TO A FIRST GLANCE FEELING ON NEW YORK TIME, where the couple met quite some time ago in new york city. the song is upbeat and hopeful in the way falling in love with someone for the first time normally feels. WE BLOCKED THE NOISE WITH THE SOUND OF I NEED YOU AND FOR THE FIRST TIME I HAD SOMETHING TO LOSE. the noise being everyone talking, all of the drama that comes with this industry, she had something to block the noise out with. she had love. and compared to all of her other failing loves this was the first time she had someone that would hurt to lose. it seems the singer hasn’t a bad word to say about exgirlfriend considering the worst of the songs are only depicting heartbreak and not her faults, flaws and wrong doings like many of her songs previous. TONIGHT I’M GONNA DANCE FOR ALL THAT WE WENT THROUGH. is this her way of saying that getting over what was once beautiful is dancing in celebration that she had for a moment something worth fighting for.   ❞ @ofcmargos

CHAPTER TWO

9) ENCHANTED

❝ a soft and ethereal welcome to chapter two of her two part album. this is where we’re shown the new side to love, meeting someone when all you know is FORCING LAUGHTER FAKING SMILES the SAME OLD TIRED LONELY PLACE being that place without the one person you thought you’d be with forever.  the forcing laughter and faking smiles is actually at matthew and chance and how she had to force herself to accept a fake relationship despite not being over one that was very real and very hard to leave behind.  meeting someone you where THE PLAYFUL CONVERSATION STARTS COUNTER ALL YOUR QUICK REMARKS. the truth behind this lyric is tahnee countering everything matthew says because she finds him annoying, it’s not playful she’s trying to shut him up.  the song is a pretty and gentle love song to prove to show how in love you can be after heartbreak. ❞ @ofcmattys

10) STAY, STAY, STAY

❝ I’M PRETTY SURE WE ALMOST BROKE UP LAST NIGHT I THREW MY PHONE ACROSS THE ROOM AT YOU I WAS EXPECTING SOME DRAMATIC TURN AWAY BUT YOU STAYED. tahnee is someone who expresses dramatically, that’s not unknown, she’s someone who writes songs that showcase how vivid and intense you can feel things and have her songs perfectly sound the way that feels. he stayed because he has to, they’re under contract no matter how hard she tries to get this to be over and done with. the truth is tahnee has a knack for spinning her songs to perfectly fit what she needs. little inside jokes if you will that are stabs if you know what’s going on but sound like love songs to the general public. I JUST LIKE HANGING OUT WITH YOU ALL THE TIME is this bright and almost innocent sounding lyric that says this love is just fun and she likes being around him. it’s genuinely sarcasm. like she’s being the most sarcastic ever. ❞ @ofcmattys

11) CRAZIER

❝ this song was actually written a wine drunken night in the hopes one day she’d be able to play it for margo at their wedding.  a tender look into how someone, one single person can make you CRAZIER with every little thing they do. was chosen because mattew does indeed drive her crazy, not in a good way. EVERY SKY WAS YOUR OWN KIND OF BLUE AND I WANTED TO KNOW HOW THAT WOULD FEEL.  it’s known that matthew harris is one hell of a positive and romantic boy, the lyrics in this song show how soft and sweet love can be and how beautifully you can feel things when someone has a rose colour haze over life.  that lyric is actually about margo. BABY YOU SHOWED ME WHAT LIVING IS FOR I DON’T WANNA HIDE ANYMORE. she wants to be in love, she doesn’t wanna hide behind the facade of a stoic emotionless woman anymore. this is her freedom song.  margo showed her what being happy and confident in yourself was about. margo showed her not hiding her emotions, not hiding her sexuality, not hiding behind this dead eyed gaze. ❞ @ofcmattys

12) HEY MATTHEW

❝ wonder who this is about?? in one of the last songs to appear on the album HEY MATTHEW is a soft, gentle and very obvious love song about current boyfriend. HEY MATTHEW I KNOW LOOKS CAN BE DECEIVING BUT I KNOW I SAW A LIGHT IN YOU. we’re all aware of tahnees reputation and how she looks to the general public but she knows she saw something different in him, a willingness to love her.  the light is actually his naivety because he’s doing this stupid PR romance with her and she’s thanking the gods she can clean up her image. the song is a standout for the album because it has all the obviousness she normally places into songs but it’s the dawn of a new chapter, one we haven’t seen before.  ❞ @ofcmattys

13) TODAY WAS A FAIRYTALE

❝ the true princess, disney vibe we’ve wondered if tahnee would ever return to after her childstar days. upon falling in love with someone so full of light we see the return of ‘old’ tahnee, the one that couldn’t come to the phone. YOU WERE THE PRINCE I USED TO BE A DAMZEL IN DISTRESS. the song is a light, airy and happy tune about love saving your heart. truthfully it was the innocence of ingrid and matthew that she saw in glimpses that influenced her on what this song should be. tahnee taking inspiration from the real love of her fake romance and reusing it as her own feelings towards matthew.  ❞ @ofcmattys @ofcingrid

14) LOVE STORY

❝ in the theme of tragedy and romance we’ve seen many a Shakespeare reference and this one is no different. ROMEO AND JULIET can be equated to tahnee and matthew and how their romance is one not a lot of people have approved of. but all that matters is their LOVE STORY BABY JUST SAY YES. because no one elses opinions matter. again truthfully, this one is also influenced by ingrid and matthew, tahnee actually listening to matthew talking about his real girlfriend and how they met and how they have to hide their true love. tahnee is a bitch but she knows what it’s like to hide the person you love and this song is for them. I SNEAK OUT TO THE GARDEN TO SEE YOU WE KEEP QUIET CAUSE WE’RE DEAD IF THEY KNEW. tahnee is expressing how scary bringing a new relationship is into the public eye. it’s actually about how ingrid and matthew have to sneak around. THEY’RE TRYIN’ TO TELL ME HOW TO FEEL THIS LOVE IS DIFFICULT BUT IT’S REAL DON’T BE AFRAID WE’LL MAKE IT OUT OF THIS MESS. the world is against anyone with tahnee, it’s hard for people to allow someone like her to be in love but she’s promising her boyfriend they’ll get through this no matter what people are saying.  again this is actually tahnee commenting on her team are telling her who to be in love with and how to feel and what to show the world and lowkey tahnee being nice and telling matthew that this mess will end and he’ll be able to have true love when this all over. ❞ @ofcmattys

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[rubyredsparks]

Every Dog Will Have Its Day

Relationship(s): Platonic or Romantic DLAMP

Warnings: Depression, minor accidental food burn, self-deprecating thoughts, food mention, sympathetic Deceit

Word Count: 2,212

Summary: There are days Patton would rather not function. Or 5 times  Patton was sad, and 1 time when he wasn’t.

-♡

Today was a bad day.

Patton could tell when he didn't want to open his eyes, the crushing feeling of something bad making his stomach twist.

He could hear the hammering inside his head, his breathing was too loud, the static white noise echoing in the room.

It was too much.

He couldn't stop it. His breathing started to get erratic, and he curled even further underneath his blankets, the warmth unable to reach him.

Patton didn't want to wake up.

There was a loud click, and he whimpered, covering his face and scrunching his nose.

A muffled curse, and Patton didn't have the energy to chide whoever said it.

Maybe if he stayed really still and really quiet, they would just leave him alone.

A softer, sadder sigh, and Patton shuddered, feeling a sob building up in his chest. The person padded up to Patton’s bed, and he didn’t dare breathe in case he was found out.

They kissed Patton’s forehead, wiping away at the tear trails and tucking him back in with his giant stuffed sock monkey.

Feet padded softly away, and the door closed with a quiet click, and Patton peeked his head out from underneath his blanket.

The darkness of the room was comforting, his fairy lights had been switched off and there wasn't any glow besides his too bright clock.

He squinted at the clock, blurry numbers forming a two and a thirty six, or eighty three, he couldn't quite tell.

Patton sighed, maybe he could just close his eyes and go back to sleep.

-♡

Today was a bad day.

Patton jerked awake, body flinging upright as the loud alarm startled him.

He sighed, hand on his chest as he realized he wasn't in danger. The creeping feeling of unease was slithering up his spine, but he grit his teeth, shaking it off.

Not today.

Yawning, he slammed the off button. With a stretch, he grabbed his glasses, blinking at the sudden clarity.

He rolled his shoulders, glancing over to read the clock.

And immediately started to panic.

It was twelve o’clock, noon, three hours later than he usually woke up.

Oh, he needed to to get started on lunch soon if he wanted to make it before one.

How did the others fare without him for breakfast?

Knowing Logan and Roman, they were still working on the latest video edits, bickering on the best cuts and footage. He'd have to remind them to take a break soon.

Virgil didn't like being awoken early, any hour before two was too early for him. So Patton was fine on that account.

Patton swung his legs over the bedside, hands bunched in the blankets.

His chest was tight, and his head and heart was aching.

But he grit his teeth and stood on wobbly legs. Determinedly, Patton crossed the short distance to his door.

-♡

Today was a bad day.

He curses himself for thinking that he could use a hot stove on ea bad day.

Rubbing his small burn, he winced at the sting before shrugging it off. He pasted a band-aid on it and got back to cooking.

Thundering footsteps stomped down the staircase, and Patton hid his wince at the hammering noise.

“Good day~!” came Roman's booming, boisterous voice. He spun into the kitchen, a wide smile split on his face.

“And what a delicious smell that is, Pat!” Roman said, taking a big whiff and sighing in delight.

Patton forced a smile, stirring the contents of his pan a little forcibly. “Aw, thanks kiddo! Gimme five more minutes, and it'll be right out!”

“Take your time,” Roman reassured, “But I can't. Alas, the creative juices are flowing, and I'm only down here to grab a protein bar because Nicola Bohr-ing demanded me to.”

Patton smile faltered, but it was back on before Roman could notice “W-well, I'll leave it so that you can eat it later.”

Roman winced as if he remembered something, “About that….”

But Patton already knew what Roman was going to say. He took a deep breath, “Ju-just don't stay up too late again, kiddo! Remember you need rest-”

“Yeah, I got it, puffball. Oh and I don't think Logan or the others will be down until late, so don't worry, okay?” there was something similar concern and regret in Roman's tone. He kissed Patton’s cheek before swiftly leaving.

Patton took a shuddering breath, hearing whispered hisses on the stairs.

He shook his head, turned off the burner and scraped the now charred food into the bin.

-♡

Today was a bad day.

He sat, cat hoodie on instead of around his shoulders. The TV was playing in the background, muffled noises falling on Patton’s deaf ears.

He was sitting in the living room; the sun had set hours ago, and no one had come down the stairs.

A plate of instant pizza was lying cold on the coffee table, uneaten.

Patton sighed, wrapping his arms around his knees. His head felt foggy, submerged in water, and he didn’t want to do anything about it.

It was a grey day, a dull day.

His feet were cold, his fingers numb, and distantly he wondered if this was hurting Thomas, if he was hurting Thomas.

Patton shook his head, fog somewhat clearing, he couldn’t do that, wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t let his kiddo down. He was Patton! Happy, pappy Patton.

He straightened… before deflating. He had promised that he wouldn’t do this anymore, that he wouldn’t lie to himself or the others.

“Didn’t you call?”

Patton jumped, his hood falling from his head.

“Dee!” He put a hand over his beating heart. “I-I didn’t-”

“You’re not lying to me?” Dee raised his brow. He wasn’t wearing his usual costume, just a black shirt and joggers, both outlined in yellow. He crossed his arms, the scales on there flexing slightly, hands still gloved.

He winced, nodding sadly. “I-I’m sorry. It’s- it’s not a good day today.”

Dee glanced up the stairs, eyes screwed up in worry. He looked back at Patton before hesitantly sitting down.

Patton latched onto Deceit’s side in an instant, practically sitting in his lap. Dee didn’t make any noise of protest, hands sliding up to comb through Patton’s greasy hair.

They didn’t say anything for several moments, cuddling up to each other with Patton soaking up as much comfort as he could.

Dee tensed, and Patton stifled a sigh. He sat up, “You’re getting called away?”

Deceit nodded, “I’m not sssorry, but apparently Thomas doesssn’t need me.”

Patton screwed up a smile, “Go ahead, kiddo. Can’t keep him waiting.”

The snake-like side winced, hand hesitantly reaching out and pulling back before determinedly touching Patton’s shoulder in comfort, squeezing and then sinking out.

Patton sighed, feeling the burning sensation of where Deceit had touched him, and remembered why he didn’t really engage much in touch with the others. It burned too much.

The heat of the others, their warmth vanishing when they let go of him. It was too much.

If he could, he would be touching one of the others all the time. He needed it, he craved it. Being the heart, one of his most prominent love languages was physical touch, but the others weren’t as like-minded as him.

Roman’s was quality time and acts of service, giving the others his undivided attention at times and giving more gifts than wanted at times.

Logan was like Roman, though he was more inclined to quality time, spending time in a room reading or a hand on the other’s body.

Virgil was more of quality time and words of affirmation, giving small compliments here or there and sitting with the others.

Deceit was bigger on the words of affirmation and acts of services, lavishing everyone with compliments, underhanded that they might seem at times.

It was fascinating to Patton how the others showed their love and affection to each other at times.

Funnily enough, it was also how the others saw love and affection. So Patton struggled to show how he loved them, preferring to compliment them whenever possible instead.

Though he wished the others were as open to their love as he was sometimes. Sometimes, he just wanted a little cuddle puddle with his boys.

Patton curled in on himself some more, feeling the lack of heat and scorching warmth from Dee’s hand battling each other out.

-♡

Today was a bad day.

Patton was hungry.

He hadn’t eaten anything the whole day. His feet were cold, despite the socks he was wearing. He was shivering despite his cat hoodie he was wearing. The food he was making for the others was uncompleted, left in a disgusting heap in the rubbish bin.

No one, besides Deceit, had come downstairs the whole day. It was one of those days, where everyone stayed in their rooms for one specific reasons or another.

Patton couldn’t blame them, he had been feeling significantly worse as the day dragged on as well.

Everything seemed to be in dulled colours, the world not as bright as it usually would be.

He sighed, wrapping one of the couch blankets around his shoulders and dragging it with him up the stairs. His feet dragged, head hanging down.

Patton was sad.

When he reached the top of the stairs, he paused before a purple door. There was muffled music coming from beneath the door, hand hovering.

He shook his head, walking on.

Patton paused again before a dark blue door, quiet from behind the door.

He shook his head again.

Walking on, Patton stopped before a large wooden door, engraved with red curlicues and golden trim. There was muffled arguments and yelling coming from behind the door, and briefly Patton thought that he should be there, there to stop it.

He walked on.

+♡

Patton jerked awake, his door slamming open. He sat up, seeing the others standing in his doorway, huddled together and stage-whispering.

“Jesus, Princey, could you do that any louder?” came a low, raspy voice.

“Well- I-”

“The two of you, no more antagonistic remarks, we are on a time restraint.”

“A quest!”

“He’s not awake right now,” said a hiss.

Heads swiveled to see Patton staring wide-eyed at the four of them.

Logan was the first to react, eyes softening and most likely taking in his rumpled hood on him.

The bespectacled side strode over to Patton, a hand resting lightly over his shoulder. “Good day, Patton, if you would please come with us to Roman’s realm, we have something to show you.”

“It’s not a good thing.”

Patton hesitated. Truth be told, he would rather stay in his room, trying and failing to sleep rather than go anywhere else.

Virgil seemed to notice, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, no,” Patton shook his head, scooting to the edge of his bed, “I’ll go.”

He swung his legs over his bed, standing up quickly. He lost balance, knees wobbling, and he would’ve fallen over if Logan hadn’t caught him.

“Easy,” Logan murmured. “Roman?”

Roman strode confidently to Patton, picking him up in an easy princess carry. Patton blushed, ducking to hide his red face.

“Onwards, my friends!”

The four, and one carried, marched forward toward Roman’s room, doors open and soft, yellow lights emanating from the room.

They walked in, and the room transformed.

There was a great structure of pillows and blankets standing sturdy and loftily in the middle. Fairy lights were strung up, creating a soft glow and luminous lighting.

Patton gasped, eyes wide in awe of the room. There was a quiet purring, and he could see kittens sleeping all around the room.

“You’re wearing the right attire.”

Patton tilted his head, and his eyes widened to see the others had changed into onesies, Roman in a dragon, Virgil in a bat, Logan in his unicorn and Deceit in a snake.

Logan clicked his fingers, and Patton was in his cat onesie in an instant. “There, now we can begin the celebrations.”

“Celebrations?”

“Happy birthday, Patton!” they all cheered, conscious of the sleeping felines.

“You- you guys remembered,” Patton said shakily. “And-and you guys did all this- for me?”

“Of course we did, pops-cicle,” Virgil said softly, a hand over Patton’s. “You deserve to have the best birthday. You’re our dad.”

“And we wanted to have the best-est, cutest, awesomest party for you! So I- we thought of a blanket castle.” Roman said, squeezing him tightly.

Logan cleared his throat, “Not only that, the kittens are hypoallergenic, meaning you can pet and cuddle with them.”

“You don’t deserve this and less, Patton.”

Patton burst into tears.

The others fell into a panic, Roman setting him down in the castle and the others hovering over him, frantic.

He waved their concerns away, summoning a tissue and blowing loudly into it. He vanished it, wiping away sniffles and tears.

“Th-this was the best birthday ever, you guys,” he said in a trembly voice.

They all sighed in relief, and Patton tugged them down to hug them all. He kissed all of their cheeks in thanks, snuggling into them instantly. He smiled, heart content.

Today had been a bad day.

But tonight was proving to be a good night.

A/N: Hello, hello, hello!

Happy birthday, Patton! I’m sorry I hurt you, but you get snuggles at least! I wish you the happiest of birthdays filled with puppies and kittens! Cross-posted on my AO3 as well!

Goodbye, bye, bye!

#happy birthday patton #sympathetic deceit #ts deceit #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #depression mentions #food mention #self-deprecation #my writing

[the-ticklish-hobbit]

Examine the wounds

A/N: Oops, this fic turned out different than i had planned. but i hope some of you enjoy it anyway. I just love adorable Durin family moments... <3 

Fili was sad.

Ever since they had started the quest for Erebor, him and his brother had been trying nonstop to prove themselves to their uncle. But Thorin was more shut off than he had ever been in their lives in the Blue Mountains. He didn’t have any time for more than a nod or a short smile. 

Fili was grown up enough to not take Thorin’s behaviour personally. Still, he missed the time they used to spend alone to talk or spar. He was in dire need of his uncle’s fatherly affection. Yet, he was way too proud to ask for it and he didn’t want to seem childish and egoistic when the quest at hand was basically Thorin’s life. He could understand why his uncle was constantly distracted and stressed out. His role as king was evolving. To Fili it seemed as if Thorin was trying to prove himself just as much as he himself did. A lot had been thrust upon their shoulders and neither of them wanted to give under the weight.

A moment of peace would do both of them good. 

“What’s up with you?” A voice next to the young heir of Durin suddenly asked. It belonged to Bilbo, their burglar, one too observant to miss Fili’s sadness. He was sitting next to him by the fire and he must have been watching him stare into the flames, not touching his food. A worried creak was visible between Bilbo’s eyebrows. “You have been awfully quiet.” 

Fili shifted slightly, trying to seem less moody by straightening out his back. “I’m fine.” 

The way Fili said these two words was enough to raise some of the dwarfs’ attention. Especially Thorin’s interest shifted completely from his bowl of food to Fili’s darkened face. His bright blue eyes were now fixed on his eldest nephew. Kili, who was sitting on Bilbo’s other side leaned over to get a look at his brother’s face. The youngest of Thorin’s nephew was very bad at hiding any emotions and that wasn’t any different now. Fili’s appearance made his eyes grew wider.

“Right.” Bilbo huffed, not convinced at all. He put his bowl out of harm’s way - meaning out of Kili’s kicking range - and put his hands on his knees, thoughtfully eyeing the young dwarf prince. He had grown very fond of him as he had of every single one of the dwarfs, but Fili was lovely in a way not many seemed to recognize. He had a nack for putting everybody else first. He hung back, he lasted and endured and stayed silent when everybody else was moaning, even found up lifting words in such situations. He was a lot like Thorin, probably was aiming at exactly that, and did so not like being the center of attention. 

Bilbo had to smile now that Fili was once again brushing off any concerns about himself and took a glance at Thorin to see if he was noticing any of it. His smile grew even fonder when he saw Thorin mimick the creak of worry that could be found on the hobbit’s face. But he was aware that Thorin wasn’t much for showing affection in front of the entire company. He would not give his nephew a hug now that everyone was still awake and staring. It was against his role as leader and Bilbo though that Thorin might have been afraid of losing his self-control in an act of softness. He could imagine that there was a huge part of Thorin that didn’t want to keep going, that wanted to protect his family and kin more than retrieve his home. And if he went to comfort Fili that part might just take over. 

Bilbo understood this and that’s why he took matters in his own hands. With a smile he turned his upper-body a bit more in Fili’s direction. 

“You know what would be nice now?” Bilbo’s chest tightened when Fili gave him a questioning look. He looked so innocent and tired. “A song. Are you in the mood to give us one?” 

Fili looked surprised for a second, then he looked around insecurely. He thought of his mother and of all the songs she had taught him in his dwarfling days. The memory of her made him only sadder and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to sing without starting to cry. And he absolutely did not want to cry in front of everyone. He gulped and gave Bilbo a weak smile. “Maybe another time, Master Baggins.” 

Bilbo sighed quietly and exchanged yet another look with Thorin whose creak of worry deepened. “Fili!” 

Fili looked up with wide eyes, when Thorin called his name. 

Thorin noticed and spoke softer when he raised his voice again. “If you are injured or any of the like, you need to tell us.” 

Fili huffed and shrugged Thorin’s words off, but Bilbo saw just how much they meant to him. “I’m not hurt, really. Please, everybody, don’t look at me like that.” 

Kili and Dwalin chuckled softly and Bilbo couldn’t keep a grin off his face either as Fili blushed uncomfortably at the attention. 

“I don’t believe him.” Balin said mock seriously. He smiled playfully and gave Kili a meaningful look. “Better go check on him. What if he’s hurt right under his arm where we can’t see?” 

Fili’s eyes widened at that and he opened his mouth in shock. “Balin!! That’s- that’s treason!!” 

Before Bilbo had a chance to understand what was going on, KIli had already leaped over him with a loud triumphant laugh and tackled his brother to the ground. Fili was trying to muffle his sounds of joy and to push his brother off, but Kili was as always merciless and grappled with his brother’s hands until there was an opening under Fili’s left arm. That’s when he used his free hand to dive in and, Bilbo huffed in surprise, tickle his brother’s armpit. Fili cursed loudly and threw his head back, fighting the urge to laugh, but he couldn’t hold it in and in mere seconds he bursted, letting out a melodious stream of hysterical laughter. 

“Nooooo!!! KILI!!! Nohohoot thahahat!! PLEASE STOP!! Ahahanywhere but thehehere!!!” Fili giggled and tried to protect his utterly ticklish underarms without success. His brother was obviously not tickling him for the first time and it seemed to be a well known secret that Fili was terribly ticklish in his armpits. He couldn’t get away from the mean attack. 

Bilbo chuckled along as did everybody else. It seemed to be a very good way to cheer Fili up. Balin watched the tickle fight with fond eyes. Bilbo could imagine very well how two dwarflings used to sit in a chamber with the old dwarf for history lessons, neither of them listening, too eager to play and tease each other. The moment must have reminded Balin of the previous days. 

The best reaction came from Thorin though. For a while he just sat and watched his two nephews, a small smile on his features. Then he shook his head - probably about himself - and got off his spot by the fire. He stomped over to the pile on the ground and stopped next to them. “Seems like you found a sensitive spot, Kili. I’ll take care of it. You keep searching for more.”

Kili’s astounded face was enough proof for Bilbo that Thorin didn’t join in tickle fights very often. But the pure joy that replaced the astonishment was probably already enough affirmation for Thorin. He smirked when Fili’s laughter turned more hysterical at the sight of him.

“OH NO! NOHO!! I’M NOT HURT!! NO NEED TO CHEHECK! PLEHEHEASE!!” Fili squealed when Thorin grabbed his wrists to pull his arms away from his body. It was so adorable and funny that Thorin started to laugh. It worked like magic. Suddenly everyone relaxed, everyone was cheerful and even Gandalf joined in the laughter. Thorin’s laughter was the best medicine against gloomy days. That started a stream of thoughts in Bilbo’s head. A mischievous look appeared on his face and he slowly got up off his spot by the fire. 

Thorin was currently examining Fili’s exposed left armpit, forcing his nephew to drum his head against the ground from laughing so hard. Kili was worsening the ticklish effect by squeezing his brother’s kneecaps, making him kick out helplessly. 

“Oh no, uncle. He’s crying. Has to be really bad.” Kili teased and let out a harsh breath when Fili managed to knee him in the stomach for that. 

“STAHAHAP!!! PLEEHHEEASE!! I’VE HAD ENOUGH! SERIOUSLYYY AHAHHAHAHA HHEHHEELP MEHEHE!!” Fili was getting hoarse from laughing so much and tried to twist out of Thorin’s grip which merely led to another tickle attack under his left arm. Thorin was tickling him with the fondest expression on his face. It was a sign of affection. A rare one. Bilbo didn’t mean to interrupt but he was sure that a good revenge on their uncle didn’t count as such.

“Time to check on you, Thorin Oakenshield!” The hobbit yelled before diving his hands into Thorin’s armpits from behind. The leader of the company choked on a squeal and immediately threw himself off of Fili. Bilbo could barely follow his motions, but his hands got caught in Thorin’s armpits which led to the two of them tumbling over the grass together. When they halted Bilbo was on top of the dwarf and breathing heavily. They both had to laugh and that was a serious relief for Bilbo. Thorin seemed to be in the best of moods. 

“That wasn’t fair.” He chuckled, his eyes sparkling. “A stab in the back.” 

Bilbo shivered when Thorin’s hand traced his leg - accidentally or not, he never found out. All he knew was that it felt good, really good. 

“I believe the worst is yet to come.” Bilbo grinned when he heard Kili and Fili running over yelling battle cries. 

Thorin shook his head fondly and seemed to accept his fate. He motioned for Bilbo to save himself. Bilbo scrambled off of him just in time to not get crushed underneath Fili who was seeking revenge with vigor.

“Oh noo! The plague!!” Thorin yelled exasperatedly, before he caught Kili in his arms, holding him down on his chest and tickling everywhere he could reach. “How’s that for you, huh you traitor?”Kili was kicking and laughing so hard that Bilbo had to laugh as well. Thorin couldn’t remain in the stronger position for long. When Fili sat up on his stomach and scribbled all over Thorin’s midsection with ten fingers, he had to give it up. He was very ticklish and Kili and Fili managed to hit just the right spots to make him wheeze with laughter and eventually surrender under hysterical giggles. 

A moment of peace had been direly needed. Not only by Fili. 

#tickling #Ticklish!fili #ticklish!thorin #ticklish!kili #slight bagginshield #this fanfic turned into a direction i did not expect #playful #fluff #tickle fic #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfic #it's very weird #but have a treat

[standfortheangels]

what would you do if i say 1-15 forthe power couple yis~? >W>

I would say Tough challenge but I accept!! X)

It’s under the read more because it’ll be a lot of writing -w-

1. Who is the one who asks crazy questions, and who is the one who tells the other to go to sleep?

Chester, he’s always asking himself crazy questions and rarely sleeps, so if Cinder’s with him, you can bet he’d be sending those questions her way. She tells him to go to sleep mostly because his questions make less and less sense as time goes on and she worries what the lack of sleep is doing to his brain. TwT

2. It is summer by the lake side, their best friends owns the lot beside them, what shenanigans do they pull?

I feel like whatever it is would be Cinder’s idea at first, but they’d end up not really pulling any “shenanigans” as such, at least not in their own eyes.

Chester would end up reorganising something in their house, from a shelf up to a whole room, while Cinder searches about, comes across a pet the owners left for the weekend or whatever, and just walks out cradling it. It is their pet now. There are items left everywhere that Chester promises he meant to put away. A little trail of pet food tracks from room to room where Cinder has tried to take all the relevant supplies at once. The homeowner probably isn’t their friend anymore. No-one has any regrets.

3. Who wants to take lots of pictures and is always smiling and who looks pissed off no matter what photo they are in?

Hmmm.. well Cinder does have a serious mode she can/does access a lot more than Chester ever does, but not usually when the two of them are together. I could see this being the way around though in some kind of au where they’re both in the same wider group, one that’s together all the time. Maybe like a band of orphans or something.

If they bonded there, Chester would be so happy to feel a reciprocated connection and thinks that Cinder is so beautiful anyway that pictures could naturally come to mind as a fun pastime, while maybe Cinder becomes protective of him around other members of the group, and ends up looking serious often- possibly even annoyed at Chester’s oblivious photo-taking when she feels he’s more under threat.

4. Who is more likely to start a fun rap battle with the other?

(Again I’m going to guess this is like a modern au since I’m not sure either of them know what rap even is otherwise >w>)

Maybeee.. Cinder?

I have a feeling that, with the slightly more confident and goofy personality I see him with in a lot of modern aus, plus his musical interest, it would start out as Chester, just for fun. But Cinder, an avid reader in modern twists mixed with her confidence and the strategy involved in fighting in her canon verse, I feel would probably be a lot better at it than Chester~

So he would stop trying to challenge her as much, but encourages her to rap sometimes about random things as entertainment for them both, and then gets pulled back into the fun himself by Cinder~

5. Water balloon fight! Who wins?

They’re in a water balloon fight, sounds like they’re both already winners~ >w>

6. It’s a cold winter day and they are cuddled up in blankets by the fire, what stories do they reminisce about?

Fun things first. Well, things that maybe weren’t fun at the time, or wouldn’t be fun to us, but they find ways to laugh about them later. Like their meeting, they can laugh about how they were so at odds at first, seeing each other as threats when they didn’t know what their relationship would end up becoming. Or the time maybe Chester did something dumb and nearly got crushed by his own invention. The time Cinder flooded his house and they had to dry out all of his clothes bit by bit over the much smaller fire, once they could finally get hold of dry kindling.

And then they might drift onto sadder things, looking at how important the fire is to sustaining life at the camp. Maybe how shocked Chester was at what their winter is like. Wondering together why they can’t live in warmth like this, as happy as this, and as safe as this, all the time.

And deciding that someday, they will.

7. Who made the other laugh so hard their beverage came out their nose?

Chester, and it’s the proudest moment of his entire life.

8. How do their personalities compliment each other?

Ohhh dUde. Is there a single way that they don’t? X’) The closest I can think of to them opposing each other is when Cinder’s “fight for what’s right” attitude clashes with Chester’s “stay quiet and they won’t have a reason to get worse” one. But even that, over time, changes.

As Chester gets more confident, he has enough strength to fight for Cinder and the camp when he needs to. He will find a non-violent way wherever possible, while still taking action. Given that he’s under oath and they’re working together, Cinder (also now allowing herself to balance out her fierce, steely personality with her softer side more often), understands that more too, and doesn’t push for action when she doesn’t need to.

They sort of blend those parts of themselves with each other and end up, still mostly on different sides of the line, but close enough to the middle to understand each other’s decisions and coordinate incredibly well~

(And again, that’s not counting any of the many aspects of their personality that complimented each other at the start!)

9. Who tells their partner to be careful before their partner goes and does something incredibly stupid?

Probably both, but, differently. When Chester has to warn Cinder, it probably means she’s about to go and take a risk or act rashly. When Cinder has to warn Chester - which, probably happens more often - it’ll be more… Traditionally stupid. X)

Messing with something that’s about to zap him, “don’t touch tha-” followed by the clanging sound of Chester dropping the thing on the floor, “isn’t this piece supposed to go on this side?” And then whatever machine Chester is building just, falls apart. Stuff like that I can see happening a fair amount -w-

10. Who is completely oblivious that the other likes them all while hoping that the other does?

I feel like both of them would be oblivious, but differently, but also the same?

Chester would fall for Cinder first, in a way, because his culture involves being very open emotionally, but he would never consider that Cinder might like him back and would never dare to hope for it.

Cinder on the other hand is used to forgetting her wants and needs and can’t really allow herself to dream about sentimentality and love because for one, her job is inherently self-sacrificing and two, you need strength and focus more than anything to survive in that environment.

So I think she would battle for a while between wondering what these feelings are about and telling herself not to feel them. But when they really hit peak and she realises, she would hope inside that he likes her back while still trying not to show it. Which, would work on Chester, because, again, oblivious. -w-

11. Who is ready to throw hands for their partner?

Both now, but it’s probably just Cinder early on.

12. Who always kisses their partner before they leave?

Both!! ^^

13. Who is the one who gets really sappy when they are tired and who thinks it’s adorable?

Hmmmm…. I’m not sure? When Chester gets tired (which, given his regular lack-of-sleep schedule is pretty often) he gets more animated, edgy, jittery, etc. And I don’t know if Cinder would be one to get sappy when she’s tired or not. Buut, I do kind of imagine she might if there’s alcohol involved >w> not sure why

14. They decide to become criminals, but they need a cool criminal name(s) before they can go and steal from banks. What name(s) do they come up with?

Ooooohhhhhhh that’s so hard though!! Aarghh sorry bud, I have no good ideas (but we could so do an au of this some time. Like, they pull Robin Hood manoeuvres like a rebel group or something? >w>)

15. Who tries their best at something new and who hypes their partner up with lots and lot of encouragement?

Both again! They encourage each other in less of a cheering on way; it’s often more softly than that, so they can guide each other through whatever new thing it is~ :)

#Some of these I could just feel myself guessing so hard #so I hope they're okay! #and I mean it about the criminal one #if you're interested I think it would be pretty cool #>w> #ooc #Chester Meltori #asimplerper #Chester x Cinder #headcanons #a-simple-rper

[katelides]

This is my first ever one shot so please don’t be too harsh on me :D

I might post other one shots here if I can come with prompts. You’re always welcome to give me ideas, I don’t only write Bechloe fanfics but I do enjoy writing them the most so hit me with your best shot!!

One Shot 1

Aubrey and Chloe live together in a small apartment and Beca and Fat Amy rented the apartment next to them. Aubrey and Chloe are post-graduate students, Aubrey with law and Chloe her teaching degree. Beca and Fat Amy are seniors  and co-leading the Bellas. To say that rehearsals were chaotic are an understatement but luckily for the Aubrey and Chloe help them out to keep the Bella’s in check.

Aubrey, Beca and Fat Amy are discussing the evening plans since Chloe was at Tom’s place again. It bothered Beca immensely but she will never show it. She has had a crush on the older Bella ever since she met her at the activities fare and her feelings had grown stronger since the shower ‘accident’. But being a good friend she never mentioned it. She doesn’t want to break Chloe and Tom up since they seem happy together and Beca is too much of a chicken to tell her anyway. Terrified to lose her is she does tell her how she really feels.

“What about the diner across the road? They have something we can all enjoy and we do not have to argue about what. Also it is a very cheap place.” Fat Amy shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know blondie, this sexy body doesn’t accept just any food.” Aubrey rolls her eyes at the crazy Australian. “It’s a good idea though Amy. I want a burger, Aubrey wants a salad and you want any living being with a pulse.” Beca says casually.

Both blondes look at Beca with confused expressions. The noticed that Beca spaced out soon after Chloe left and knew why. They’re both pissed at their best friends for not being honest with each other but they can’t do anything about it. “What? I do pay attention you know.” Fat Amy and Aubrey shake their heads. “We know you do but you zoned out after Chloe left and the expression on your face proved that you were not happy about it.”

“Seriously, can we just not do this right now?” Beca wants to get up from the couch but gets pulled back down by Fat Amy. “No can do shorty, you need to admit ya feels for red at some point.” Beca lets out a growl. “What is there to say? She’s with Tom, she has been ever since I met her. I can’t compete with him… I have nothing to give her.” Beca’s voice grows softer and softer, sadder and sadder.

“We know what kind of guy he is but Chloe will never believe us.” Aubrey looks sympathetically at the alt girl. “He is a cheating dirt bag and no way close to good to Chloe but she is blinded because she doesn’t know better.” Beca raises her eyebrow. “Tom is Chloe’s first real boyfriend, she doesn’t know how it is to be in a good relationship.” Aubrey explains with a frown.

Beca wants to ask Aubrey another question but the slamming of the front door stops her from doing so. A flash of red runs past the three friends straight into Chloe’s bedroom which slams shut with a loud bang. “Chloe?!” The three exclaim at the same time. They jump up and run to the bedroom, Beca first followed closely by Aubrey with Fat Amy trailing behind them. “Chlo, please let us in.” Aubrey tries but now answer except for the muffled sobs coming from behind the door.

Beca rolls her eyes at the blond and turns the doorknob and the door swings open.  Aubrey changes her looks between the door and Beca. “She never locked the door.” Not waiting for an answer Beca walks into the room and sits on the bed next to Chloe. Easily pulling the redhead up and wrapping her arms around her Beca holds her tight.  Aubrey sits on the other side while Fat Amy takes a seat on the end of the bed, each trying to sooth Chloe.

It takes Chloe a solid ten minutes to calm down and to finally tell the three other girls what happened. “I’m an idiot.” Chloe breaths out into Beca’s chest. “No you’re not. You’re amazing, wonderful, fantastic and beautiful.” Beca mentally slaps herself for the last one. Not because she didn’t mean it, on the contrary. Chloe is the most beautiful person she has ever met, inside and out.

“No I’m an idiot. An idiot that didn’t realize that Tom was cheating on me.” Chloe lets out a strangled sob while Beca tenses up which goes unnoticed by Chloe but not by Aubrey and Fat Amy. “How did you find out? I thought you were meeting up?” Aubrey asks trying to sound normal. “I-I wrote him a text that I was coming over, he never answered but I have his spare key.” Chloe takes a shaky breath before continuing. “I walked into his apartment and heard a sound from his bedroom. I didn’t think anything of it and I walked it. He never even realized that I was there. I stood there watching how they fucked, how he was calling her baby and screaming her name. I ran out before they saw me and came here.”

Aubrey was straight out fuming while Amy was cursing in some Australian slang that no one understood. It took them a very long moment to realize that Beca had gotten up cursing the whole seven yards and storming out of the apartment. The three left in the room share a concerned look and quickly follow their tiny friend. They know that nothing will stop Beca from protecting her friends, especially Chloe. They run after their friend who even though is small is really fast when she wants to be, it takes them quite the effort to follow her.

-,-,-,-,-,-

When they reach Tom’s apartment building they see him come out with a weird look on his face. Aubrey and Fat Amy stop dead in their tracks making Chloe slam into them. “Why did you st…” Chloe stops talking when she see Tom. Beca being furious and not really thinking straight walks at the tall guy and before he knows it he receives a fist against his jaw. “That’s for fucking hurting Chloe!” Beca shouts while shaking her hand to relieve the pain going through her fist.

“What the fuck? What’s your problem? What are you talking about?” Tom stands up straight rubbing the spot where Beca hit him. “You’re a fucking low life cheater.” Beca spits back. Tom starts to get really angry and walks up to Beca and towers over her. “How would you know, you have no proof.” Tom smirks down at the really pissed off alt girl. “And why would you care, she will never love you.” That was it, Beca lounges forward and tackles the giant in front of her and hits him in the face again.

Tom having the great advantage of being taller and stronger quickly flips them over and pins Beca’s arms down with one hand and hitting her in her stomach with the other. What he didn’t calculate was Fat Amy and Aubrey throwing themselves at him and knocking him down. They keep him pinned down so he can’t get up and hurt Beca anymore.

“Is that all you got? Do you really think that this will prove that you aren’t a cheater? Chloe is the most caring and wonderful person you can ever meet. You’re lucky that she ever gave you a chance to love her. She deserves someone who really cares, brings her flowers for no reason. Sits through stupid movies just to see her smile and hear her laugh. I love how she can make anyone’s day better with just one smile. I love her.”

Tom jumps up when both Aubrey and Fat Amy loosen their grip hearing Beca’s last words. They knew that their friend had it hard for the redhead but that she was in love? No, they did not see that coming. Chloe who is taken of guard just as much stumbles forward but before she can say or do anything Tom sprints forward and tackles Beca. He gets up and runs away and no one knows why until they take a good look at Beca.

Blood is coming out of her side. Chloe rushes next to her couching down. “Beca? Can you hear me?” Fat Amy follows Chloe’s lead while Aubrey calls for an ambulance. “Ch-Chloe?” Beca’s voice is faint and weak. she’s losing a lot of blood very fast and it’s taking a toll on her tiny body. “Beca please stay awake, I need you.” Chloe tries to hold back her tears but fails. “Please keep fighting… I love you.” Beca’s lips curl up into a small smile before falling into nothingness.

It takes two huge men to pull Chloe of off Beca to get her into the ambulance. The entire time she’s kicking, fighting and screaming. Aubrey holds on to her best friend and watches how they lift Beca into the car and close the doors. “You can come to the hospital separately, we’re doing everything we can to save your friend.” With a sympathetic smile the doctor turns around and jumps into the car and they drive off.

-,-,-,-,-,-

Fat Amy texted the Bellas and Jesse. Jesse and Beca are still best friends. They tried dating but after a month they broke up stating that it was like dating a brother or a sister. He is also the only one beside Chloe who talks to Beca’s dad occasionally. But at this moment Chloe isn’t the most fit person to warn doctor Mitchell about his daughter.

The ride to the hospital is really quiet, no matter that all the Bellas and Jesse were in the little bus. Lilly offered to drive or at least that’s what everyone assumed. Beca is the only one that can actually hear what she says. Having extraordinary hearing has its perks. Everyone is seated with someone except for Chloe, she wanted to be alone and think about what just happened. She has never hated a person as much as she hated Tom at the moment.

The Bellas’ bus stop in the hospital parking lot and Chloe is the first one out followed by Jesse and the rest of the Bellas. Chloe makes her way to the front desk and demands to be let in to see Beca but they won’t tell her where she is because she’s not family. “You don’t understand, I need to see her. I’m her…” Chloe has no idea how to finish that sentence. “They’re all with me, I’m Beca’s dad.” Doctor Mitchell walks to the front desk and shows his ID in confirmation. “She’s still in surgery, we will let you know when the doctor has news.” Chloe glares at the nurse. “Thank you, we will wait in the waiting room.”

The group takes a seat in the waiting area and one by one they start falling asleep. Chloe and doctor Mitchell are the only ones away after three hours and still no news. “She really cares about you.” The deep voice of Ben Mitchell brings Chloe out of her thought bubble. “So do I mister Mitchell.” Chloe lets out a tired sigh. “Uhm mister Mitchell, could I ask you something?” The older man smiles at the usually bubbly student, he can see how much this affected the girl. “Of course, what can I help you with?” Chloe takes a deep breath before turning towards mister Mitchell. “Well uhm, you know that I really care about your daughter and I wanted to ask for your permission to uhm you know uhm…” Chloe is never one to become flustered but this is one of those rare occasions. “You already had my blessing the first time I met you. I can see the way you two look at each other. It’s all up to her now.” Chloe’s eyes light up slightly, knowing that she could finally ask her long time crush/love out on a date gave her a boost.

“Family of Beca Mitchell?” A middle aged nurse walks into the waiting area to see the huge group sleeping on the chairs and floor. Chloe and Ben get up and walk over to her to get the news. “Miss Mitchell is out of surgery and being brought to a room. We only allow two people at the time in the room.”

“Thank you, what room is she in?” Ben asks politely. “Room 3105.” Ben nods his head with a smile. “Chloe, why don’t you head up and I’ll wake up the rest.” Chloe’s eyes widen. “But sir, it’s your daughter you should be the first person to…” Mister Mitchell cuts Chloe off. “I might be her father but I know for a fact that you are the first person she wants to see when she wakes up.” Ben gently pushes Chloe towards the elevator. “Now go up to your girl.”

-,-,-,-,-,-

Chloe stares at the small body wrapped in a blanket in a bed that looks way too big. Beca’s already extremely pale skin looks thin as paper. Too scared to touch her because she might fall apart. The soft beeps from the machines are the only sounds in the room except for Beca’s steady breathing. It takes Chloe a few minutes to actually step into the room and sit down on a chair next to Beca. Gently taking the brunette’s hand in hers Chloe rubs circles in the palm of her hand.

The rest of the Bellas plus Jesse and mister Mitchell look through the window at the two girls. “Mister Mitchell, I’m doctor Franklin. Your daughter is going to recover just fine. She should be waking up in a few hours.” A police officer step up from behind the doctor and speaks up. We need miss Chloe Beale, miss Aubey Posen and miss Amy Robinson to speak to our officers. They need to make up a report so you can file a suit against Tom Smith. We were told they were there when it happened?”

Aubrey and Amy nod. “Yes we were, would it be alright if Amy and I talk first? We would like to give Chloe some time to be with Beca?” Aubrey points through the window and sees Chloe softly talking to Beca. “Of course, I think only your statements should be enough for now.” The officer smiles and leads the two blondes the way to the other officers.

It’s 3 am and Beca still didn’t wake up. Jesse drove the Bellas back to campus except for Chloe, Aubrey and  Fat Amy. Doctor Mitchell fell asleep in a chair in the hallway watching Chloe interact with sleeping Beca. Fat Amy is playing a game on her phone and Aubrey is looking at Beca and Chloe and thinking of ways to make Tom’s life miserable.

Around 4 am Chloe thinks her mind is playing tricks on her because she’s tired but when Beca’s finger twitches again she knows that it isn’t a hallucination. Sitting up straighter Chloe squeezes Beca’s hand gently. “Beca? Can you hear me?” For a while there’s no reaction but suddenly Beca squeezes Chloe’s hand. It’s very faint but it’s there. “Becs can you open your eyes for me?” Aubrey noticed what was going on and woke up doctor Mitchell and caught Amy’s attention. “Please? I need to see your beautiful eyes, can you do that for me?” Again it takes a few moments for anything to happen but Beca’s eyes flutter open but shut tight not being used to the bright light in the room.“That’s great Becs, can you stay awake for me?” Beca mumbles something inaudible and seconds later her eyes fly open again staying open longer this time before closing.

20 minutes later Beca can finally keep her eyes open but hasn’t said anything yet which worried Chloe immensely. Beca’s metallic blue eyes look straight into Chloe baby blue ones and a smile forms on her face. “I-I-I l-l-lo-lov- I love you.” Beca’s eyes close after the immense effort she put into saying those three little words. “I love you too.” Beca’s eyes fly open and shine brighter than they ever did before.

“T-Tom?” Beca’s eyes turn from happy to concerned in a matter of seconds. The tiny brunette winces in pain when she tries to sit up. “They arrested him an hour ago, he’s going away for a very long time.” Aubrey says still standing in the doorway. Beca finally notices Aubrey, Fat Amy and her dad standing there. “You’re safe Beca, no one will hurt you… no one will hurt us ever again.” Chloe whispers into Beca’s ear.

“Chlo, I need to ask you something. It’s been on my mind for ever and if I don’t do it now I’ll never do it… Chloe, will you go on a date with me.” Amy lets out a loud ‘oh no’ which makes everyone look at her in confusion. “Stacie won the bet.” Aubrey rolls her eyes. “I thought you guys stopped that a few months ago?”

Beca nudges Chloe to get her attention. “We’ll deal with that later, now I need an answer Beale. Yes or no?” Chloe pretends to think about it but either way a huge grin spreads on her face.“Yes.” The redhead leans down to finally kiss Beca. Just before their lips can touch Amy interrupts them, again. “Damn, Stacie won again.” Beca lets out a frustrated groan. “For starters you guys are using that money to pay for their first date, second. Amy can please shut up so they can finally kiss.” Aubrey semi shouts at the Australian weirdo next to her.

“No need to tell me twice.” Chloe says before leaning down to kiss Beca.

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Link’s Funeral Tape

Warnings: Death, discussion of Link’s death, inferred suicide, dying young, funerals, inferred Rhink, request

We got an ask from @turkish-delight-pc that requested that we analyze Rhett’s reaction at 6:50 to determine if Rhett was crying. What we found led us in a whole different direction and opened our eyes.  

Let’s talk about that.

We don’t know how we feel about discussing Rhett and Link’s deaths. Even when it's a topic they are talking about. It feels so big. Too big for little Tumblr people to write about. Though,  this concept is disquieting and makes our hearts want to burst from our chest in revolt, we both sit back in reflection of mortality. On the one hand, we don’t want to let this thought enter our worlds, but on the other, we are in a never ending race with death. It is always at our heels, trying to trip us up and trying to take us down. It is inevitable that as soon as we are born, we are that much closer to death. So it is with heavy hearts that we have decided to continue forward.  We have discussed and have decided that in light of the fact that these are real-life people that we respect and admire and this is a very serious topic, we will try our best to tread lightly.

The conversation about “Link’s funeral tape” begins at 5:00, but even so, Rhett is still genuinely laughing – shown by his open body language and his full body laughs. He is still maintaining eye contact with Link as he jokes with him.

But as the episode progresses, you can see that it starts to bother Rhett. By 05:29 his body language changes and you can see he is getting uncomfortable. We’ve discussed Rhett’s tells before in our first post here. Suffice it to say, that when Rhett experiences a surge of emotion, he fidgets, touches his face, beard and hair, rubs the desk and is generally ready to jump out of his skin.

At 05:31 he’s starts rubbing his forehead, looking away and reprimands Link, saying:  “Don't make this your funeral tape, man!”

When Link continues, Rhett starts covering his face with his hand (05:36), touching his mouth and doesn’t make eye contact. Rhett explains to Link that this tape could be really morbid. At 05:42 Rhett says: “You could die young and this would be really sad”  and “Think about it, the ironic tears that will be being shed right now.” Rhett’s voice and demeanor has changed. Where before his voice was higher and energized and playful, it’s lower now. Softer. Somber. Then, whatever Rhett was trying to avoid, happened.

Unlike Link, Rhett knows what it's like to almost lose his best friend. This isn’t a foreign concept for him. Rhett has experienced almost losing Link when they were younger, approximately 16 years ago. This memory probably resurfaced in Rhett’s subconscious mind, flooding him with similar emotions. Rhett knows that death (or serious permanent injury) can be a reality. Link doesn't live in that world because he doesn’t remember the accident. But that's another analysis for another time (Full analysis to come).

As the discussion continues, Rhett’s fidgety behavior intensifies. Looking anywhere but at Link or the camera and still chuckling with nervous laughter (05:44). He is touching his mouth and then starts his ‘tell’, which is beard stroking (05:55)

Link makes light of his funeral, saying:  “We have to find a way to laugh through this”(05:57). Rhett just responds with a “hmmm”. Face grim, rubbing his mouth and looking away with no funny comment to make.

When Link moves on with a joke, saying he’s starting to get sad at the thought of his own death, Rhett responds with a very gravelly “oh really (6:04).The emotion is clouding his voice, but Rhett takes the opportunity to move on with a laugh as things were too heavy.

While we went into this analysis looking for unshed tears, what we came upon was so much sadder. On of the biggest indicator of Rhett’s emotions concerning the death of his best friend happen at time stamps: 06:07 with this exchange.

Link: “I’m dead, man. You’re not sad?! “

Rhett: “Not here and now. I’ll be de--I’ll be sad.”

Rhett almost says: “I’ll be dead”, but changes it quickly to: “I’ll be sad.” This is a major Freudian slip. Rhett’s first instinct to Link being dead, is that “I would be dead too”.

This statement says a million things in one tiny stutter. It highlights the profound emotional bond Rhett has for Link. His deep inner love seeping through the cracks.

It also highlights their interdependent relationship. They live for each other and because of each other. They have moved and followed each other because they couldn’t live without the other by their side. They have professed that “I’m doing this show for you.” They make a show that they themselves can enjoy. It is their baby and their life. Their relationship is based on their creative process and on forming and shaping ideas and concepts together. As a team.

So, if Link is gone, where does that leave Rhett? In Rhett’s mind, buried deep, it leaves him with nothing. This shows not only the sadness, but the emptiness Rhett would feel. We truly believe that the stuttered “dead” is the word that was truly meant to be said.

It reminds us of the quote “There ain't no me, if there ain't no you.”  Because without Link there is no Rhett. The story would unravel. The timeline would end. Without Link, there is just a Rhett and blank. This idea is most unsettling of all.  

So was it just a slip of the tongue? It could be argued, yes. But then Rhett repeats the same line at 06:14 when Link asks if Rhett will be at the funeral and they both stutter over each other.

Link: “But you’ll be there?”

Rhett: “But I’ll already be dead.”

What on Earth does he mean by this and why does he repeat himself? We are leery to discuss this topic further. The feelings this brings up are too sad and these are real people we’re talking about. We will silence our own theories and let you make your own assumptions at this point.

Rhett makes the comment that “Now if we're really old this will be good stuff.” (06:15) Rhett doesn’t mind the thought of them being old men together and dying after they have had a big life. But he can’t handle the thought of his best friend dying before they have had a chance to do everything that they have set out to do. Thinking of a future with just himself is heartbreaking. Not heartbreaking - unbearable. Rhett has already experienced a terrible 24hrs where he thought that he’d have to do that. And now this moment is bringing him back to that place. The place where he had to imagine what his life would be without Link. It is an impossible thing.  

At 06:33 Jason asks: “Why do you think Link is gonna die first?”

Link answers immediately: “I will.”

Rhett adding: “He’s more accident prone.”

Its at this point where Rhett becomes his most fidgety. The mostly calm and collected man starts moving all over the place. Link however seems oblivious and just grins as he says: “But it will be entertaining.”

Link doesn’t even realize the storm that is brewing in Rhett’s mind. He doesn’t answer Link’s ‘my-entertaining-death’ statement straight away. He looks down, licks at his lips and stares at the camera before letting out an awkward breathy laugh. And there is a beat before what Link said registers in Rhett’s mind. Link dying being entertaining?

There is disbelief in Rhett’s voice as he asks: “When you die?” He stares and then shakes his head as if he can’t believe Link would say that.

As Link responds with: “Yep, that’s my final wish. Go out with a laugh.” Rhett continues to fidget, leans back in his chair, strokes the table.

Rhett gives a half-hearted “Alright” and wipes at his eye (06:51). This is the point the anon was making, that it looks like Rhett had tears. Now, we can’t make out if he was crying or not, but we can just show what he does. It looks like he wipes at his eye and then there is an audible sniff. His voice sounds emotional and he resumes fidgeting, rubbing the desk, moving his mug playing with his hair, his face.

When Link continues, it seems that Rhett isn’t paying attention. Link says: “Boy, how sad is this? Salisbury Steak-”

Rhett doesn’t seem to be listening. Rather is just looking at his mug and offers a “hmm”.

As Link talks about Salisbury Steak, Rhett finally turns to look at Link, starting to listen to the story. When Link explains that the Doctor recommends eating the steak three times a day, Rhett finally laughs and says: “Whoa, I like this Doctor.” Though he laughs, the light hasn’t quite come back to his eyes and his voice isn’t back to normal.

Rhett starts to interact and the fidgeting lessens. Though he continues to play with the hair at the back of his neck, picks at his beard and touches his eyebrows.

Towards the end, once Link starts talking through the rest of the items. Rhett does eventually come out of whatever dark space he was in. So much so that when Jason tells them that this is the weirdest funeral tape ever, they start joking and laughing. Rhett’s body language is back to big and open and happy. His eyes light up, he smiles wide and his cheeks are round. He isn’t serious anymore.

In the scenario where they are giving people apples to take a bite of and place in Links open casket, we are reminded that Rhett is the one doing all this. Where before, he said that he’d be dead if Link was. Twice.

We went into this expecting to analyze a snippet of a video, but what we came away with was much larger, much more intense and real. The fingers of death are after us all, and as nearly forty year old men in this video, they are not strangers to mortality. But to come head on and face-to-face with the idea is terrifying. Once again, we see a very oblivious Link, while Rhett experiences an internal meltdown. The horrific idea of being without his best friend is thrown at Rhett and it is obvious that he is having trouble dealing with that possibility. So, in conclusion, we have no scientific proof of tears, but are very certain that Rhett would be lost without Link.

GMMore Link’s Funeral Tape

Season 5 Episode 453

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*Thanks to @remembertherandler for beta’ing this for us! <3

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