#so probably after July??? life's crazy y'all

[kiaxet]

Raph sniffs again and leans into the touch, trying to put his finger on why Pops’ words hit wrong. He’s…he’s supposed to be better, isn’t he? His brothers all got hurt when he was supposed to be protecting them (nevermind that the Krang were an overpowering, nearly invincible enemy). He nearly killed Leo himself (nevermind that he’d gotten captured making sure Leo was safe, and that he’d do it again to keep his brother - all of his brothers - out of the Krang’s clutches). They’d nearly lost Leo for good (nevermind that the sacrifice play was the only one left and Leo was the only one left to make it, as Raph was doing his best to keep Mikey and Donnie alive). He couldn’t solve any of the big problems and it was a miracle they all survived, and now he can’t even solve the stupid little problems-

“I’m s’posed to be helping,” is what he manages, in a voice so small and tired it takes him by surprise.

LAY ME DOWN IS DONE, Y'ALL, and nobody is more surprised than me 8D Final chapter is up and ready to read! In which trying to be everything to everyone takes its toll and Raph finally has a little collapse of his own. Good thing Splinter's around to help.

Thanks again to everyone who's read and supported the fic, and a huge thanks to @dandylovesturtles for the beta work (and for listening to me lose my mind over ongoing writer's block)! I legit would not have finished this without you.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise raph #rise raphael #rottmnt raph #rottmnt raphael #writing #fic: lay me down #NOW WITH THE ACTUAL LINK #we do have fun here #next is the half chapter that's formulated for Site 39 #and Lethal Measures will continue when I can jumpstart my brain #so probably after July??? life's crazy y'all #legit though thank you all for reading

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Love Grows - Part 5

This part is from Steve's POV, just a little treat for y'all. We'll be back to Eddie in the next part. Also, I've actually done a little planning and this fic looks like it's going to be 10 chapters, which means we're officially halfway through! I'm so excited to share the rest, and I'm glad you've all been enjoying it so far!

Ao3 | Part 1 | Part 4 | Part 6

July 4, '85

Over the last few years, Steve has learned that he’s good at protecting people. He can hold his own in a fight, for the most part, and he can take a hit better than anyone else in their group. When he and Robin get captured by the Russians, his only thought is to keep her safe, to keep their attention on himself so they don't even look twice at her.

He gains a few hits to the face - plus his third concussion in as many years - and loses a few fingernails, but it's worth it when Robin is able to walk away, fairly unsteady from the drugs running through their system, but otherwise untouched.

And Steve is- Steve misses Rosie. As he sits on the bathroom floor, waiting for his nausea to settle, his sweet baby girl is the only thing he can think about. It still amazes him just how quickly she became the light of his life, the absolute center of his world, and now he worries that he’ll never get to see her again. He worries that he won’t be able to apologize to Eddie for not coming back that night, that he never called. 

He hopes that Eddie won't think too badly of him for disappearing for a few days. It’s not Steve’s fault, and he knows it, but Eddie has no idea of what’s been going on in the background of Hawkins, he wouldn’t know why Steve has just vanished. That thought alone is almost enough to make him sick, and probably would if he hadn't just spent the last few minutes emptying his stomach into the nearby toilet.

He’s glad, though, he knows that he’s left Rosie in good hands just in case anything does happen. He knows that Eddie and Wayne will take care of her if he doesn’t make it out of this mess.

Robin starts talking, the room stops spinning, and they throw questions back and forth, trying to see if the drugs have left their system. When Robin asks him “Are you still in love with Nancy?” Steve finds himself answering with a genuine, honest “No.”

“Why not?” she presses, and brown doe eyes flash through Steve’s mind. His head drops back against the bathroom wall as he thinks about silver rings and a teasing smile. 

“I think because I found someone who's a little bit better for me.” 

Steve had always kind of noticed Eddie in school - hard not to notice him, honestly - but had never really interacted with him until Rosie. He had been the first person outside Steve’s little circle to show an interest in the baby, and he didn’t judge Steve for trying to raise her on his own, even offered to help even though he didn't have to, even though he didn't even know Steve. 

And at some point in the last few months, Steve has gone from never speaking to Eddie, to having a full-blown crush on the guy. 

It only gets worse every time he sees the metalhead - when he brings Rosie by the shop while Steve is working, or when they hang out after Steve’s shift, Rosie asleep nearby while something plays on the tv. Little moments that only add to the quickly growing affection he has for the older man.

“And it's crazy. Ever since Dustin got home, he's been saying, you know, ‘you gotta find your Suzie. You gotta find your Suzie-’”

Robin cuts in with a confused “Wait, who's Suzie?”

Steve sighs and pushes a hand through his hair. “Some girl from camp, I guess his girlfriend? To be honest with you, I'm not 100% sure she's even real. But that's not… That's not really the point. It doesn't matter. The point is this person, you know the one that I like, it's somebody that I didn't even talk to at school. And like, I know why, we didn’t run in the same circles or whatever.”

He rubs his forehead and winces at the throb of pain behind his eyes. “It's stupid, I mean, Dustin's right, it's all just a bunch of bullshit anyways. Because when I think about it, I wish I had known them sooner. First of all, they’re hilarious. Like, so funny. And they’re smart, but not like, book smart. They’re smart where it counts, and they’re one of the most creative people I’ve ever met, like super multi-talented. You know, they’re honestly unlike anyone I've ever met before.”

Steve waits for some kind of remark, but Robin is silent, to the point that he asks a soft “Robin? Robin, did you just OD in there?”

A soft sigh, followed by a “No. I am still alive.”

Without thinking twice, Steve scoots forward and slides under the wall to join her, ignoring how the motion aggravates his nausea as he sits upright again. Robin’s face scrunches in disgust as she says “The floor's disgusting,” and Steve huffs a laugh.

“Yeah well, I've already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt so… What do you think?”

“About?”

“This person?”

“She sounds awesome.”

And Steve pauses, thinks maybe this once he could be honest, be open with someone about this. He loves Robin, she’s become his best friend so quickly, and if he can’t tell her about himself after the last few days, then…

He replies softly, “Yeah, he is awesome.”

Robin’s jaw drops at the admission and she sits up straighter. “He?” 

Steve nods and shrugs a shoulder. “I always kind of… noticed guys. Like, been attracted to them. But he’s the first guy I’ve ever wanted to actively be with, to date.” 

“Is it Eddie?” she asks, blunt as ever. “Because every time he comes into the shop you get this dopey look on your face, and I’m like 80-percent certain that you stare at his ass whenever he leaves.”

Steve slides down the wall a little and wonders if Robin can see him blushing under the blood smeared across his face. “I- Yes, Rob, it’s Eddie. Didn’t think I was that obvious about it.”

"Don't worry, you're not. Not to anyone who isn't gay, at least."

Steve pauses and blinks at her, asks a soft "You too?" and gets a nod in response.

Robin looks like a weight has been lifted from her, and when she tells him about Tammy Thompson, Steve just beams at her, ignores the ache in his face as he starts to rag on her because really? Tammy? Robin could do better, and he tells her as much, and they're both a giggling mess when Dustin and Erica find them.

July 9, ‘85

It’s a few days after Starcourt when Steve notices something interesting. 

He doesn’t have a job anymore, and though he has been looking for a new one, he’s been loving the extra time he’s had with Rosie, getting to actually spend full days with her without the worry of having to be somewhere, especially while he’s still healing up. It’s a good thing too, because the baby has been extra clingy since he returned from his unexpected kidnapping, with no sign of wanting to let her dad out of her sight any time soon.

Right now though, she’s crawling around the house, going from room to room, occasionally calling out a loud “Ma-ma?” as Steve slowly trails behind her, curious as to what she’s doing. She works her way through the most used rooms, and even smacks her hands on the glass patio door and peers into the backyard. Whatever she’s looking for must not be around, and she seems to realize it as well. 

Her face scrunches up and she sits on the floor, looking dejected, and when Steve goes over she looks up at him with wide eyes and reaches out with a watery “Dada…” The sight makes Steve’s heart ache and he picks her up with a soft “C’mere, nugget,” and carries her up to the bedroom. 

He nearly drops her when she yells “Mama!” and starts wriggling like a worm. Steve turns, sees her reaching desperately for the pictures taped to the nearby wall, and huh. He tugs a polaroid free from the collection and hands it to the baby, and he’s surprised when she settles down and starts babbling once it’s in her hands. Steve stares down at the photo, just a simple, silly one of Rosie and Eddie. And Steve suddenly has a theory.

That's how he finds himself at Eddie's place, Rosie propped on his hip as he unlocks the door with the spare key the Munsons gave him (and god, if that doesn’t make him feel things, that they trust him with a key to their home). He steps inside as Eddie looks up, and Steve sees that the older boy is sitting on the floor, surrounded by pages and pages of what appear to be D&D notes. Rosie lets out a “Mama!” and starts wiggling as soon as she sees Eddie, and Steve carries her over and hands her off to the surprised metalhead. 

“Please don’t tell me I was supposed to watch her and forgot,” Eddie says as he pulls the baby into his arms and hugs her. Steve smiles and shakes his head, sets the diaper bag on the couch before settling on the floor next to Eddie, being careful to not jostle any of the pages.

“Nah. She kept crawling around the house looking for ‘mama’. I figured she was talking about you, and I’m happy to see that I’m right.”

Eddie blinks in disbelief and pulls Rosie back a little so he can look at her. She babbles happily and pats her hands on his cheeks, then squeals in delight when Eddie blows a raspberry into one of her palms. Steve’s heart swells at the sight, as he watches how Eddie interacts with his daughter, sees so clearly just how much they adore each other.

“Mama, huh?” Eddie mutters and presses a kiss to her other tiny hand. “Never thought I’d be someone’s mama.”

Something in his voice makes Steve pause. He hadn’t even thought about what Eddie wanted Rosie to call him, he just thought her automatically associating Eddie as mama was… cute. "If it- if it makes you uncomfortable, I'm sure we can teach her to call you something else-" 

He's cut off when Eddie yelps out a sudden "No!" as he pulls Rosie close and squishes his cheek against hers, an affronted look on his face. “No way! I’m mommy now, fuck you!”

Oh. 

Steve isn’t expecting the bright spike of desire that shoots through him at Eddie’s declaration, and fuck that’s something he needs to think about later and not when he’s sitting right in front of the object of his crush and his infant daughter.

Eddie seems to realize what he’s said at the same moment Steve does, as his face flushes bright red and he immediately averts his eyes. Steve clears his throat, can feel just how warm his own cheeks are as he looks down at the papers around them, desperate for a distraction.

“So, uh, what’s all this for?”

“Uh, D&D stuff,” Eddie replies as he sets Rosie in his lap. She whines for a moment before realizing that he isn’t going anywhere, that he’s just setting her somewhere comfortable, and she settles into him as he distracts her with his ringed hand. “I’m working on the big campaign I plan to run during the school year. Lots of parts, lots of things to have in order.”

“Tell me about it?” Steve asks, genuinely curious, and when Eddie launches into the intricacies of the story, he listens, enraptured. He finds that he’s at his happiest during these moments, when it’s just the three of them, enjoying each other's company and simply existing together.

And like an inevitable fact of the universe, a puzzle piece slotting into place, Steve knows in this moment that he wants this for the rest of his life.

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#thank y'all for being patient #i wanted to make sure i got the scene with Robin right because it means a lot #but rewriting it was not fun for me lol #love grows #teen dad steve #steddie fanfic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #joey writes

[macabrecravings]

Feelings I Can’t Peg Down

Pairing: Julie Crawford/Leland McKinney Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre Game Summary: Study sessions were a weekly occurrence in their friend group. Every Friday, they’d get together and prepare before the weekend. As the quarter dragged on, schedules got muddled and people began flaking out. Without the others to keep them on track, Leland and Julie get distracted. Their regular study session ends up taking a turn after searching for school supplies inside her closet. Who knew, that discovering a shoebox in Julie’s closet would end up awakening something inside of him, too? Warnings: NSFW!! Very explicit/graphic smut.

A/N: HELLO JULAND FANS I'm here to feed you!!! Finally <3 Sorry to make the first fic on ao3 straight up porn but... I'm totally down to write a chapter 2 (& more stories about them) if y'all like this (*/ω＼*) Fr just leave a comment & It'll probably motivate me for the next week HFJHGHGH

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“How do you feel?” She asked, tilting her head and resting her cheek on his chest. She continued to stare up at him with her bright eyes.

“I've never felt so good in my life.”

“Oh my God.” Julie tittered, rolling her eyes with a big grin on her face. She hid her flushed face by burying it in his chest.

“I'm being serious.”

“Sure, Leland.” It was clear she was laughing and joking around, but he really did feel that way. He laughed, and the movement got her to look at him again. He stared at her lips, longing to kiss them again.

Julie brushed a thumb across his cheek, and he piped up again. “I think you're the most beautiful girl I know.”

Julie let out a gasping breath, muttering to him. “I think… you're crazy.” She deflected his compliment with another laugh, but his words still took her breath away. The noise sent shockwaves through Leland, reminding him where he was.

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[harryhandstan]

HIIII happy (late) 4th of july!!

you are literally the sweet person to ever exist i can’t believe its been like 2 years since we last spoke. its crazy how time flies

oh noooo im sorry that happened to you :(( im glad ur doing better and taking good care of yourself 💓💓 wishing u a speedy recovery!

alsoooo good luck with house hunting! that must be so exciting!!looking for a new place to call home and making new memories in it! i just know youll find the most beautiful homey and perfect place!! im manifesting for u

im doing well!! not much happened except for school stuff but i just went to my first ever pit concert a few months ago! i saw the driver era (only because i thought ross lynch was hot lol) i didnt know what to expect for pit but i didn’t expect to stand for 8 hours straight 😭😭 AHHHH ALSO im seeing taylor swift in a few weeks and i literally cannot wait!!!!

im always thinking about u! talk to u soon!! good luck 🍀 love youuuuuuu!!! 💗💓💓💞💕

-🧸

happy late 4th of july to you too bestie!! I hope you had a great day!!

I'm sorry for the delay in answering this btw it's been storming here so my wi-fi has been in and out all day!

omg stop you're so kind to me I genuinely love talking to everyone and I consider you and many others here my friends so y'all make it easy to just repay the love I've been given!!

it's actually only been a year bub! I only know because I looked it up to refresh my memory about what we talked about before cause like I said a lot had happened and I couldn't remember if we'd talked since my accident. it was last year after my birthday and after harry's house came out. but really it's alright I don't want you to feel bad!

thank you so much for the well wishes ❤ I realized after that I left some detail out of what happened to me and didn't explain it very well, but if I ramble on too much just feel free to skip over it! basically not only was I kicked but I went flying about 8 feet across my yard too, which caused me to have a compression fracture on T11 of my spine. I also had a contusion on my right hip (which is just a really, really deep and bad bruise), which is where the point of impact was. I will (hopefully) continue to improve, but having arthritis still causes me to have a ton of pain if I do too much physical activity. that part of my spine is also partly collapsed and always will be, but my neurosurgeon said that as long as my arms and legs are still okay that I should just slowly start to get back to "normal" life and listen to my body as I go along! I asked if I needed to keep up with x-rays or anything over the years but he said my symptoms would get much, much worse if the collapse got any worse and I would know I need to come back to see him. he also said IF I would've had to have surgery that it would take like 12 pins and a huge rod to correct things so I'm so SO lucky that things weren't any worse!

thank you so much for helping us manifest!!! it means more than you'll ever know because it hasn't been easy so far trying to find a place 😔 we live in such a rural area in GA and we originally wanted to stay in the same town because I was supposed to start a new job in january and we wanted to be close to my work. I probably won't get to take that job now (which is a whole other long story), and since there are very limited options we're probably gonna have to broaden our search to surrounding towns that are slightly bigger! we ultimately want a house together, but I think we're gonna have to settle for an apartment for now until we can find the perfect place for us. anything would be better than here rn though!!!

idk if I've ever talked much about my dad to you but we have as no contact of a relationship as possible even though we live in the same house. he's the reason for my accident and so the day it happened and we were waiting for the ambulance to come my mom told him that we wouldn't be coming back to this house. but then we had no choice we didn't have the money or resources needed to go elsewhere. I was worried as I got better she would forget about that and slip out of that mindset, but thankfully she hasn't! she just told me tonight we'd probably go look at apartments next week and that she can't wait to get out of here. I could truly cry at the thought of having a safe, clean, and comfortable space away from him. it's what my mom, my siblings, and our dogs all deserve!

how is school going? how much longer do you have to go? and oohh I'm so happy you got to experience a concert in pit!! it's amazing but it is soooo exhausting I hope you got lots of rest afterward 😊 when I saw harry I wore my ankle support thing to my pit concert to because I knew my feet would be swollen the next day probably. and taylor swift that's so cool!! I'm very excited for you!! I hope you have the best time!!! where are your seats for that show?

I'm always thinking about you too!! seriously sometimes I'll just think about you or how you're doing so just know you're always getting any spare good vibes I have sent your way ✨ thank you thank you for the good luck!!! love you moreeeee 🤍

I was gonna tell you about getting to see stevie nicks and my road trip to see my little brother but I talked so much this time we'll save those stories for next time if you wanna hear about them!!

#again I'm sorry this is so long!!!! #ask me stuff #anon #answered #🧸

[cuthian]

A Song Only You Can Hear Chapter Twenty-One

Guys, this is it.

The final chapter. The whole series is done. This is madness, y'all. I've been working on this for two years.

I apologize for the delay: I wasn't in the mood for JatP for a while, and there was some minor drama with an emergency surgery and my leg that refused to work for a while, and I switched jobs in the middle of that, so.. life's been crazy for a bit.

Anyway, to everyone who has been here with me throughout the entire series, thank you so much. I love you all, and I don't think I would've been able to finish this without the unwavering support you all showed me! Thank you to everyone who's been listening to me bitch about this series and this work for months and years on end. You know who you are and I love you all, you're saints.

I'll not keep you longer.

Enjoy, darlings.

Love Annaelle

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TWENTY-ONE EPILOGUE

“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”

– Gandalf the Grey

23 JANUARY 2021 (7:35 a.m.)

REGGIE

Reggie blinked lazily as Dmitri spoke to the ghosts gathered in front of the stage in the Club, feeling utterly exhausted and nervous and jittery at the same time. After Caleb and the man with the mask had disappeared, the Club had ceased crumbling around them, and chaos had broken loose when the Club ghosts had realized that their ties to Caleb and the Club had been severed.

Several of them had immediately poofed away, and some others had burst into tears, completely overwhelmed by the sudden freedom that’d been returned to them.

Reggie, Luke and Alex had managed to grab Willie, in the confusion, and had been planning to poof them back to Julie’s for safety, to regroup, to make sure they were all still there and in one piece, but Dmitri had stopped them before they could, sending a pulse of electricity through their glowing cuffs to remind them that the accusations against had not yet been dropped, and that leaving now would probably not end well for them.

That was how Reggie had interpreted it anyway.

Instead, they’d retreated to a relatively private corner to check each other over, so they could all hug Willie tight and thank whatever deity was out there for letting them stop Caleb from destroying him.

Dmitri had found them there again hours later and had removed the cuffs, although he had insisted they listen to what the Spectral Police had to say before they left. That was how Reggie found himself standing in the midst of a group of Club ghosts—Willie’s friends, he was relatively sure—as Dmitri and a ghost with weird, scary eyes explained what would be happening now that Caleb’s dominion over Los Angeles had been broken.

Alex was holding his hand in one hand and Willie’s in his other, squeezing so tightly his fingers tingled just a little, though it was oddly comforting too.

Luke had his arms wrapped around Reggie’s shoulders, pressed up against his back and absolutely refusing to move, no matter how many disapproving looks the various Spectral Police agents gave him during the course of the long, long speech. There had been some explanation of their own story, and the decision to allow them to be free, as long as they agreed to be trained in their powers—Reggie wasn’t exactly looking forward to that, because his power made him feel a little gross, but they’d agreed to the demand nonetheless.

They’d also suffered through several of the ghosts at the Club’s somewhat long winded stories and finally got to listen to Willie’s story.

Willie’s story had nearly made him cry.

It had made Luke cry, but then everything made Luke cry, so Reggie felt marginally better about how well he’d been able to keep it together. Alex had only tugged Willie closer while he’d been talking, setting his hand on Willie’s and squeezing it tightly.

He couldn’t wait to get away from here, to get back to Julie’s and to hug her and his sister and baby Reggie, because for a good long while, he’d been so scared he was never going to get to again.

“You are all free to do with your afterlives as you please,” Dmitri concluded, drawing Reggie’s attention back towards him. “It is imperative that you keep to the Laws ratified in 1607 for the safety of all ghosts—the breaking of the code will lead to imprisonment or termination, depending on the gravity of your crimes. If you are unsure of these laws, an official from the Spectral Police will remain in Los Angeles until a new deputy has been appointed.”

He fell silent for a moment, apparently waiting for anyone to raise questions or protest before he nodded. “Very good. You are all free to go,” his eyes strayed to Reggie and the others and Reggie could’ve sworn he saw the corners of his mouth turn up just the tiniest bit, breaking that emotionless facade he’d held every other time Reggie had seen him. “All of you are free to go.”

Reggie let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was still holding, sagging back into Luke and squeezing Alex’s hand back just as tightly. “We can go home,” Reggie breathed, still not quite believing the words, even as he spoke them out loud.

Willie was nodding furiously and Luke was humming happily, like he couldn’t quite contain the music that always lived inside him anymore, and Alex was leaning his entire side against Reggie’s, resting their heads together too. “We get to go home,” Luke repeated, his chest vibrating against Reggie’s back. “We can go see Julie and Maggie and the others.”

“We should go,” he insisted, wiggling in Luke’s stubborn embrace, trying to turn to face him. “We should go right now, it’s morning, Julie’s probably not at school yet, we can see her before she goes!”

When Luke refused to budge, Reggie turned pleading eyes on an unsuspecting and clearly unprepared Willie, who floundered a little before turning to Alex. “That’s not fair, how—how am I supposed to say no to him when he looks like that?!” He gestured towards Reggie impatiently, as if to encompass Reggie’s everything, and Reggie narrowly managed to suppress the urge to grin.

He might be a bit ditzy, but he knew the look worked on Alex and Luke and he was pretty stoked to find out Willie wasn’t immune either.

Alex let out a long suffering sigh and gave Reggie a look that told him Alex knew exactly what he was doing and he was only getting away with it because he was cute. “You’re not,” he told Willie with an eye roll. “It’s impossible. We’ve been trying since we were kids.”

Reggie beamed and wiggled happily, leaning back into Luke, who was chuckling softly.

“So we can go see Julie?” He asked again, looking between Alex and Willie eagerly.

Willie blinked again, shooting another helpless glance towards Alex and Luke, who were both equally unhelpful, before he shook his head and sighed. “I guess we can, but let me go first? Let me tell her that you’re coming and you’re safe, so you don’t give her a heart attack by just poofing into the room.”

Reggie pouted, as if that hadn’t been his exact plan, and muttered, “I wouldn’t have scared her.”

“Sure baby,” Luke chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Let’s go with Willie’s plan though. You know how loud she screams when we startle her.”

Reggie wrinkled his nose but conceded the point and resigned himself to standing in place for a while longer. Willie smiled fondly at him, and Reggie’s insides did something warm and squiggly, not unlike the acrobatics they pulled when Luke and Alex smiled at him, and he wondered how it’d take them to reach that point too. Willie, clearly, wasn’t there yet, and Reggie didn’t mind waiting until he was.

They had all the time in the world now, didn’t they?

Willie pecked Alex’s cheek and said, “I’ll come get you guys when I’ve talked to her, okay?” before he poofed out, leaving them by themselves. Reggie sighed, and then reached out a hand to Alex, who had let go of his hand a little earlier to use both of his own to hold Willie, and wiggled his fingers insistently. “‘lex, too far,” he complained, pouting right up until Alex gave in, sliding his fingers between Reggie’s and stepping right up to him, curling his other hand around Reggie’s neck to pull him in for a kiss.

Reggie hummed happily against Alex’s lips, feeling a little dizzy because he had Alex right in front of him, holding him, kissing him, and Luke pressed close against his back and it was everything he’d ever wanted and more and he wasn’t sure what to do with the bubbly, mildly overwhelming feeling of happiness that was boiling over in him.

Alex kissed him deeply and firmly and Reggie fell into it like he always did, because he liked it when Alex took charge a little, kissed him the way Alex wanted to kiss him, reaching up to clutch at Alex’s shirt, holding on for dear life. They kissed until Reggie was unreasonably breathless and Luke was making little protesting noises, evidently feeling left out.

“What,” Alex hissed when he pulled back, glaring a little at Luke.

Reggie didn’t have to be looking at Luke to know he was pouting when Luke said, “You’re leaving me out. Just wanted to remind you I’m here, that's all.”

Reggie huffed a laugh at the look Alex gave Luke, before Alex abruptly moved forward and pressed his lips to Luke’s over Reggie’s shoulder. Luke gave a  surprised, muffled squeak and Reggie made a noise not unlike a mouse that’d been stepped on as he stared, trapped between them.

Dear God, how was he supposed to survive dating both of them?

They had absolutely no right to look this good together.

“I was gone for like five minutes,” Willie’s amused voice broke Reggie from his wide-eyed stare, and Luke and Alex broke apart too, though much slower and more reluctantly, all three of them turning to blink at Willie. The other ghost had both eyebrows raised at them, hands pushed into his pockets, although he was smiling too, clearly amused.

Reggie’s cheeks flushed and he wondered just how long Willie had been standing there, how long he’d been watching them, and he found, a little to his own surprise, that he wouldn’t have minded if Willie had been watching when Alex kissed him either. “We had a traumatic few days,” Luke piped up finally, loosening his grip on Reggie to grin at Willie. “Can’t blame us for taking a bit of comfort in each other.”

Alex snorted and rolled his eyes. “You mean whining until you got your way.”

Luke beamed. “It worked, didn’t it?”

“Okay,” Willie interrupted before Alex could say anything snarky in reply. “As amusing as this is, you guys have someone waiting to see you.”

Reggie perked up immediately, bouncing over to Willie. “She was still at home? Can we go see her?”

Luke and Alex seemed snapped from their mood too, both looking up eagerly at Willie, who was smiling fondly at them. “Yeah,” he nodded. “She’s waiting for you guys. And don’t be surprised if she’s somehow managed to amass everyone by the time we get back there.”

Alex wrinkled his nose. “It’s been like two minutes.”

Willie gave him a deadpan look. “Exactly.”

Reggie laughed and Luke snorted, shaking his head in amusement. “Alright,” Alex chuckled, stepping closer again. “Let’s go. I wanna see everyone too.”

Reggie bounced closer, nerves bubbling in his stomach as he curled his fingers around Alex’s, tugging Luke along with him. His boyfriend went along easily, plastering himself against Reggie’s back again even as Alex reached for Willie with his free hand. It wasn’t really necessary for them to hold hands while they poofed somewhere, but after everything, Reggie had a feeling he wasn’t the only one who needed the reassurance of physical contact.

And even if he was, he was lucky enough to have a set of—potential—boyfriends that loved him enough to go along with his need to be very clingy with all of them for a while.

“Let’s go home,” Luke whispered, and Willie smiled a soft, unfairly attractive smile at him and Reggie was so gone on all of these boys it wasn’t even funny anymore.

Being teleported with someone else guiding the journey was still a dizzying thing, and even when that someone was Willie, who loved them and who was careful with them, Reggie’s head was still spinning and he felt a little like he was gonna be sick—you know, if that had been a thing he could still do.

He barely had a chance to catch his breath though, because as soon as he caught a glimpse of Julie’s familiar, brightly decorated bedroom walls, there was a loud, ear piercing squeal and two forms slammed into them, sending the group of them tumbling to the ground in a messy pile.

“Ow,” Alex, who had ended up at the bottom of the pile, complained, but Reggie could tell he was smiling, even though his vision was currently obscured by a cloud of curly hair.

“I was so worried!” Julie sobbed, digging her fingers into Reggie’s arm, pressing harder into them. “It can’t be over just like that!” She pushed upwards a little, consequently shoving Flynn to the ground, and glared down at them. “Are you sure it’s over?”

“Caleb’s gone,” Luke said from somewhere within the pile, voice a little muffled. “He was the one that got us into trouble in the first place, and with Dmitri on our side, it’s easier to get them to listen to us.” He then yelped when Alex moved, clearly fed up with his friends using him as  a body pillow, and shoved upwards, dislodging everyone and sending them all rolling onto the floor.

Reggie landed on his back, one leg stuck under Julie's bed at an awkward angle and his hand still trapped under Willie and stared up at the ceiling with a dopey grin as Luke and Alex began griping at each other and Julie began scolding them and demanding more details about everything that had happened at the club before they’d made it back.

It was messy and loud and chaotic and Reggie loved it.

They were home.

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“Peace is a journey of a thousand miles and it must be taken one step at a time.” —Lyndon B. Johnson

23 JANUARY 2021 (12:37 p.m.)

JULIE

Julie’s hands were only shaking a little bit as she reached out for Luke’s, Emily’s bloodshot but keen eyes fixed on her every move. The moment had been long in the making, and she was sure that they were all feeling the tension of it—Reggie, Alex and Willie were waiting outside, because as much as they all wanted to be there for Luke, this was something between him and his parents.

And, by necessity, Julie.

She could tell the instant Luke became visible. Emily let out a fragile little sound, pressing her hands to her lips as she stared at her son with wide, tearful eyes. Behind her, Mitch was staring at Luke in utter disbelief, like, despite everything, he hadn’t quite believed until he’d seen Luke appear in front of him.

“Mom,” Luke breathed, lower lip trembling and his eyes already filled with tears, “Dad.”

“Oh, my boy,” Emily sobbed, getting to her feet unsteadily, ignoring her husband and son as they tried to steady her, and threw her arms around Luke.

Luke stood frozen for a split-second, as if he hadn’t quite expected this reaction, before he melted into his mom, bursting into tears along with her. Tears stung in Julie’s eyes too, and she watched as Luke’s father took a few unsteady steps forward until he was close enough to envelop his wife and son in his arms, until he was close enough to clutch them to him and until he could press his face into Luke’s hair, like he was breathing him in.

Julie tore her eyes away.

It wasn’t that she begrudged Luke this moment with his parents, with his mother. Far from it, even—Julie was relatively sure that she understood better than anyone how Luke had felt before he’d been able to have this moment with his mom. Better even than Maggie, who had spent most of her life wishing for a chance to find out what had happened to her brothers, who had spent most of her waking hours since the boys had been killed wishing for another chance, because it was different, wasn’t it?

Maggie had lost her brothers, but Luke and Julie had lost their mothers.

It was different.

So no… it wasn’t that she begrudged Luke the moment. It was just that she wished, more than anything else, that she would be granted a similar moment. Her greatest desire was still to turn back time, just far enough to find her mom and hug her and never let her go again.

She swallowed thickly and left Luke and his parents, giving them the privacy that matched the intimacy of the moment, tears burning in her eyes the entire time. As soon as she stepped out of the house and onto the porch, the other boys swarmed around her and she was drawn into a tight hug by Alex, who set his chin on the top of her head and whispered, “Thank you,” with such feeling it very nearly made Julie cry all on its own.

When Alex released her, Reggie and Maggie took his place almost immediately, but not quite fast enough that she didn’t catch a glimpse of Dmitri standing stone faced at the far end of the porch.

They hadn’t taken any chances this time.

Dmitri and a revolving door of other Spectral Police ghosts had visited the studio on a daily basis while she was at school, teaching the boys about the various laws that were implemented for ghosts after their passing and how to control their powers and appearances so they weren’t entirely dependant on Julie’s interference anymore.

They weren’t quite good at maintaining the appearance themselves yet, which was why they’d needed her here today, but she could tell it made all of them—especially Reggie and his especially destructive powers—feel better about learning to control this new aspect of their existence.

Dmitri had been the one that granted Luke special permission to see his mom.

He had insisted he be there too, because emotions could run high, and they’d all seen what big emotions were capable of doing to the boys’ powers. None of them wanted to take any sort of risks with Emily and Mitch or any of the other lifers, so Dmitri was here, pretending he didn’t feel anything at all, even though they were all at least a little misty-eyed.

She buried her face back against Alex’s chest and fisted her hands in the back of his hoodie, allowing  herself a moment to breathe through the heartache witnessing Luke’s reunion with his parents had inadvertently caused her. Alex seemed to understand without her needing to say anything and just held her tighter, and when she finally did pull away, it was to find Maggie and T’Nia sitting on the front steps together and Reggie and Willie leaning against each other next to Dmitri, who seemed to be patiently answering questions about whatever had sparked Reggie’s curiosity this time.

“How long should we give them?” She asked Alex quietly, reluctant to break the quiet bubble they’d created.

He shrugged a little, eyes flitting between Reggie and Willie and the front door. “I’m sure he’ll come out when he’s ready. He’ll let us know when—”

His mouth snapped shut when the front door swung open and Luke tumbled outside, his hair a mess and his eyes rimmed with red. “She—” he choked, a smile on his face, “Reg, Alex, she wants to see you. And Willie too, obviously,” he he added, beckoning them inside, and Reggie and Alex nearly tripped all over themselves in their rush to join their best friend—boyfriend? Julie wasn’t sure anymore—while Willie chuckled, following at a more sedate pace.

Julie chuckled too, and it felt like something… something settled, in her heart, in her soul, so deeply that she didn’t quite have words for it, something she wouldn’t be able to name until she discussed it with Luke, probably, and turned it into music instead.

There was a gentle hand on her shoulder then, and she turned, finding Maggie standing behind her.

“You alright?” She asked softly. “That wasn’t—it can’t have been easy.”

Julie shook her head. “No. It wasn’t.” She glanced back towards the door and smiled, genuinely. “But it was right.”

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“I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” –John Green

10 MARCH 2021

ALEX

The concert was over, and the music had been good, loud and strong and catchy enough that it managed to silence the anxious little voice that lived in the back of Alex’s head, and he and Luke danced and laughed and kissed, unseen among the thick throng of lifers on the dancefloor until Alex’s head spun, and he was tired and exhilarated in the best way.

Dates with Luke were always like this, energetic and exciting and exhausting, and always left Alex craving the steadiness of Willie’s arms and the sweetness of Reggie’s kisses after, no matter how much he enjoyed spending time with Luke like this again. They were better matched, now, than they had been at fifteen, both of them calmer and more settled and more knowledgeable about themselves. Reggie and Willie balanced them out, helped soothe Alex’s nerves when Luke got too overenthusiastic and loud, and helped settle Luke when Alex’s response wasn’t what he expected it to be, when he didn’t understand Alex’s anxiety.

Alex figured they should probably have realized they needed Reggie—and later on, Willie too—to balance them out a lot sooner. It might’ve saved them all a lot of heartache.

Luke had popped off to see if the band was planning on playing more songs, and Alex leaned back against the wall, letting his eyes travel across the faces in the crowd absently. He vaguely made note of a dark-haired woman—a ghost, he realized when she walked right through a couple that was passionately kissing in the middle of the dancefloor—who was bobbing up and down near the stage, her skin a deep, russet, reddish-brown, beautiful even under the dim lights of the club. His gaze drifted from her to the tall, portly man that was sweating into his hilariously out of place three-piece suit while he glared at the stage, cheeks flushed with heat and annoyance as he tried dodging the various clubgoers and groupies.

There were actually quite a few couples just like him and Luke—albeit alive—dancing and laughing and entirely wrapped up in each other and both men or both women, without a care in the world. It was still a little mind boggling to Alex, and he knew things weren’t perfect, that people like them were still discriminated against continually, but…

He eyed a pair of girls—one of which sported pink hair so bright it lit up even in the dim lights in the club—that were dancing near the edge of the dancefloor, slow dancing with their arms wrapped around each other, comically out of step with the loud rock music that was playing through the speakers, and couldn’t help but smile.

He hadn’t done anything like that with Luke, who probably wouldn’t be able to hold a pace that slow for more than two minutes, but Reggie would probably love it.

Alex made a mental note to take Reggie dancing sometime soon.

His eyes traveled across a tall, dark haired man that was standing on the edge of the crowd, without really seeing him, briefly admiring the sharp line of his jaw and the bright blue of his eyes when the lights hit him just right, before he turned to look for Luke.

He’d taken one step towards the stage, where Luke was hovering over the guitarist’s shoulder, before his memory caught up with what he’d seen and he froze. For one, excruciatingly long, absolutely terrifying heartbeat, Caleb smirked back at him, eyebrows raised in the same mocking expression he’d worn just before Samuel had shown up—and then a flock of college girls passed between them, tittering and giggling as they moved from the dance floor to the bar.

By the time they were gone, so was Caleb. Not that he’d ever really been there to begin with.

Alex had had nightmares about Caleb ever since the man had disappeared—moved on, a little voice that sounded like Dmitri reminded him, he moved on—and it shook him to the core every time, because Alex hadn’t quite realized how much he’d been impacted by what Caleb had done to them until he began seeing him, until Caleb started very nearly haunting him.

Alex let a shuddering breath fall from his lips and ran his shaking hands through his hair, slipping around the corner to the bathrooms. His heart—deader than a damn doornail and yet still trying to kill him—felt like it was simultaneously trying to beat its way out of his chest and trying to lodge itself in his throat, obstructing his breath and making his head spin and his stomach churn. He knew he hadn't really seen Caleb, knew that if Caleb was somehow still around, Dmitri would’ve found him, would've known, but his skin itched with the urge to go back out there and check, to make sure that he’d been seeing things, that Caleb hadn’t cheated the system and returned to Earth just now, ready to tear apart the easy existence Alex was just beginning to settle into with the others.

His stomach turned sharply and he gagged, burying his face in his hands to wait out the wave of nausea. He couldn't really get sick anymore, of course, but his soul remembered the feeling, and it liked to throw the memory of nauseating anxiety attacks at him whenever things like this happened.

He didn’t startle when he heard someone stop right beside him though, and he didn’t pull away when he felt Luke’s fingers wrap around his wrists, offering him the grounding touch he needed to draw himself from his downward spiral. “Take a deep breath,” Luke instructed him calmly, waiting for him to comply before he moved one hand to rub his back gently.

Luke had gotten a lot better at helping Alex manage his anxiety since everything, had settled into knowing that sometimes, all Alex needed was to know he was there. It was comforting, to have his boyfriend sitting right beside him, their bodies pressed close together and reminding Alex what it felt like to breathe normally.

He exhaled in a rush, shaky and unsteady, and shook his head, trying to dispel the image of a smirking, dangerous, terrifying Caleb from his head.

Caleb was gone, he couldn’t come back, he couldn’t hurt them anymore—he couldn’t get his hands on Reggie and force him to use his powers, couldn’t make Luke use his influence, couldn’t bully Alex into causing mayhem with another earthquake—couldn’t tear Willie’s soul to pieces and force him to watch—

And the thing about it was…

Alex remembered dying. He remembered the pain, the nausea, the feeling like someone was forcing glass down his throat, but it’d been nothing compared to being forced to listen to Reggie being tortured, to watching Luke try desperately to get out of their cell and watching him break into a million little pieces when he couldn’t, nothing compared to how he’d felt when he’d thought he was watching Willie be destroyed.  

“Alex, come on,” Luke reminded him softly, sliding his hand up from Alex’s back to tangle his fingers in his hair. Alex inhaled a little too sharply at the feeling, his brain abruptly making a U-turn and reminding him of the last time Luke had tangled his fingers in Alex’s hair—it’d been a decidedly more pleasurable occasion than an anxiety attack—and nearly choked on the breath before he managed to exhale with a cough.

“There you go,” Luke smiled, scratching at Alex’s scalp soothingly. “What happened? I was only gone for a minute.”

He looked worried and startled, now that Alex was looking closely, and God, Alex didn’t know what he would’ve done without him. Alex loved him and Luke was his best friend and his boyfriend and probably the love of his life—a title he did have to share with Willie and Reggie—and Alex didn’t ever want to lose him.

“I saw Caleb again,” he whispered plaintively. “I saw him standing right there, like he was just waiting for me to see him, and then—then he was just gone again, but I couldn’t—I can’t shake him.” Luke exhaled sharply and shook his head as he settled beside Alex, leveling him with a serious look while pressing as close as he could physically manage.

“Shit, Alex, that sucks. I’m sorry. I thought—I thought it was getting better?”

Alex shrugged. “I thought it was too. I hadn’t—I haven’t seen him in a while.”

Luke fell silent, tangling their fingers together on Alex’s lap, and pressed a kiss to Alex’s cloth-covered shoulder. “Anything you need right now? Something I can do to make it better?”

Alex shook his head and slumped a little, tucking himself closer to his boyfriend and exhaled. “No,” he whispered. “I’ll bring it up to Carla, but…” He nudged himself a little closer and added, “This is helping already.”

Carla—the ghost therapist that Dmitri had assigned to them when it’d become clear they’d all been extremely affected by their time in Spectral Police custody—would likely have a lot to say about their codependency again, but Alex couldn’t bring himself to care. He knew they were codependent—they had been for years, to the point where they’d even died on the same day.

He sincerely doubted anything was going to change now.

“I’m sorry you’re going through this,” Luke said softly. “I know it’s hard. I still have nightmares too, but… I know you and Reg… I know you were more shaken. And I hate that I can’t make it better. I love you. I don’t wanna lose you.”

Luke was, in a way, not entirely wrong.

Luke’s nightmares were less frequent and often less intense than Alex or Reggie’s, but Luke’s trauma showed itself in different ways. Alex noticed it in the way Luke clung to them, in the way his eyes would dart around to check every corner when they entered a new room, in the way he was just a little more careful about the way he spoke now, and Alex hated that Luke seemed to think his hurt was lesser somehow because he had fewer nightmares.

“You do make it better,” he told Luke firmly, turning towards him so he could look his boyfriend in the eye. “When I wake up, or when I turn around and you’re there, you and Reg and Willie, when you’re right there and I can—I can touch, I can feel—” he broke off and shrugged. “You help.”

Luke’s face did something that looked complicated, like too many emotions flitted through his mind at once before he settled on an expression that was so fond it made Alex’s heart ache a little.

Before he could say anything, Luke swooped forward and kissed him, pressing their lips together in a short, warm kiss that made Alex tingle from head to toe. “I fucking love you,” Luke blurted as soon as they parted, smiling brilliantly. “And I think we should go home, because you look like you need Reggie and Willie cuddles.”

Alex nodded jerkily. “Yes please,” he said eagerly, and Luke laughed again before he eased to his feet, reaching down his hand to pull Alex up as well.

Luke leaned up to his tiptoes once Alex was also standing again and pressed another kiss to his lips before telling him, sweetly, “Let’s go home.” Alex grinned and let the thought of Reggie and Willie, who’d been spending the afternoon together in the L.A. zoo, take over in his mind, thought of the couch and the many evenings they’d spent cuddled together on there since they’d returned to Julie’s, all of them together and separately.

When he blinked his eyes open again, they were standing in the studio, and Reggie and Willie were there too, and something eased inside of Alex’s chest when he caught sight of them, Willie sitting cross legged on his skateboard on the floor while Reggie was perched on the couch with his bass, Luke’s guitar lying on the pillows beside him, Reggie’s songbook propped open against it.

“—and it’s like I just can’t figure it out!” Reggie exclaimed, gesturing wildly, eyes trained on Willie. Willie was looking up at Reggie with veritable heart eyes, just like he had been more and more frequently in the past few weeks. They hadn’t kissed yet, hadn’t moved from extremely close and not entirely platonic friends to boyfriends yet, but Alex knew it was just a matter of time.

“I mean, the lyrics just aren’t making sense,” Reggie was saying, “and I can’t exactly ask Luke to help, he hates country music and Alex would just try to distract me so we can make out—”

Alex’s cheeks flushed—it wasn’t like Reggie was wrong, but Alex always tried to help, he just got distracted by Reggie very easily—and they hadn’t noticed him and Luke yet, and Alex found himself a little grateful for the respite because he didn’t even need to be looking at Luke to know he was smirking at Alex smugly, the bastard.

He opened his mouth to say something, to let them know they were there, but then Willie moved, hopping up onto the couch next to Reggie, grabbing the songbook as he moved. “Alright,” Willie said cheerfully, knocking his shoulder against Reggie’s. “Now bear in mind, the only thing I know about music is what you guys have shown me, but you could just switch this line with that one—” he pointed out something, and Reggie’s forehead crinkled into an adorable frown. “—and then this chord with this one, and you’ll have a whole new song!” Willie finished with a flourish, and Reggie blinked at him for a second before he burst into giggles.

“That’s—” he chuckled, “That’s really not how it works, Willie.”

Willie was laughing too, and Alex felt like he was frozen in place, watching as Willie grinned, bright and beautiful and happy, before he leaned in, catching Reggie’s face in his hands, and kissed him.

Alex’s jaw dropped.

“What?!” Luke demanded as soon as Reggie and Willie broke apart, both grinning casually at each other, like this was something they did every day. “Since when have you two been kissing?”

Reggie looked over, blinking a little in surprise before he broke into a grin and replied, happily, “Since just now, apparently.” He turned back to Willie. “I didn’t think you were there yet, you know, physically? I know it’s different for you. I was cool waiting for you to get there.”

Everyone turned to blink at Reggie.

“What?” Willie choked, and Alex echoed the sentiment, because… what?

Reggie looked between the three of them with a frown. “It takes Willie a while before he’s comfortable with physical stuff,” he said, like it was obvious, like it was something everyone just knew. “I knew he liked me too, but like…” he turned to Willie helplessly, “I asked Julie, and like, she told me all about asexuality and demisexuality and—and like, how some people need some time to get comfortable or to even feel that kind of thing even if they love someone, and I figured since you got there with Alex and Luke, it’d eventually happen for us too.”

Alex felt a little like he’d been smacked over the head with a baseball bat.

“You—” he choked, staring at Willie. “You’re asexual? But we—we’ve—Willie, we’ve had sex loads of times, why—why wouldn’t you have said something?”

“I—” Willie tried, looking wide-eyed between Alex and Reggie. “I don’t—I mean I—Alex, I’ve wanted everything we’ve ever done, okay? Don’t—don’t worry, I—I wanted to. I just—” he shrugged helplessly. “I wouldn’t care if we didn’t either. It’s not that I’m not—” He shook his head and choked, “I don’t know how to explain it, it’s why I never said anything before, I love everything we do, I just—” He looked back at Reggie, “How did you even know?”

Reggie shrugged. “It always takes you a while to warm up to physical stuff. Even hugs and stuff took you a long while, and I noticed you were into Luke long before you started kissing him. And I know you two haven’t slept together yet, so I—I just… figured it out.”

“God, I love you,” Willie blurted, and Reggie flushed a gorgeous, splotchy red, and Alex was still a little dumbfounded, was still trying to process all the new things he’d learned in the past ten minutes, not the least of which was that his boyfriend was asexual and hadn’t told him before they’d slept together, had just… gone along with it whenever Alex made a move.

Still, he managed a fond smile when Willie pressed another quick kiss to Reggie’s lips before bouncing to his feet and hugging Luke in greeting. Alex swallowed thickly and settled on the couch beside Reggie. Reggie grinned at him, still flushed but pleased too, and Alex was helpless in the face of that much cute, so he leaned in to kiss Reggie himself.

Reggie let out a happy giggle against his lips but kissed back, lifting his hand to thread his fingers through Alex’s hair, and Alex couldn’t help but melt into him, moaning very softly against Reggie’s lips. He could feel Reggie’s lips curve into a smile and he grinned too, so they weren’t even really kissing anymore, just laughing against each other’s lips and it was perfect.

They broke apart, still grinning, when Willie shoved at their shoulders playfully on his way back to his spot on the couch. “Sorry,” Reggie smiled, setting his bass down on the little coffee table before leaning back into the couch cushions, grinning like the cat that got the cream. His cheeks were still a little flushed and Alex couldn’t really take his eyes off him.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Willie chuckled. “I like sex with him fine, but next time he’s all grabby and horny, I’m pointing him your way. Your sex drive matches his way better than mine does.” Reggie squeaked and Luke snorted a laugh, and Alex’s cheeks burned.

When he chanced a glance up at Willie, his boyfriend was looking at him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. Alex’s cheeks flushed—it was a bit of a running gag, at this point, how distracted Alex got whenever Reggie blushed and kissed him, and he knew Willie found it equal parts adorable and amusing, and in hindsight, he should’ve figured out Willie didn’t really care about sex at all sooner.

Willie had never really pushed for his attention when it came to heated make outs or sex—once he’d come to terms with Alex’s feelings for Reggie and Luke, he had taken a step back in that regard and Alex wasn’t sure why he hadn’t noticed that before.

“So,” Luke said, throwing himself onto the couch between Alex and Reggie, throwing his arms around both of them—and God, he was ridiculous and Alex loved him and that probably said a lot about him too. “Are we all actually officially dating now?”

Alex looked up at Willie, whose ears were a little red, and then said, “Yeah. I guess we are.”

Willie smiled. “Good.”

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21 RISING ARTISTS TO WATCH IN 2021

These are the essential new and rising artists poised to make a major impact in 2021, including Arlo Parks, Teezo Touchdown, Blxst, Serena Isioma, Julie & The Phantoms, reggie, and more.

These 21 artists provided those moments for us during the worst year ever and are poised for breakthroughs in 2021. Whether it's a brand new artist just getting started or an act who leveled up and hit their stride, all 21 of these artists are worth keeping an eye on this year. It's time to look forward again, and these are some of the artists you have to be watching out for, in no particular order.

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6. Julie & the Phantoms - this ‘phan-tastic’ memorial band combines early nineties nostalgia with a refreshing, modern twist and it’s got us on the edge of our seats!

Los Angeles-based band Julie & the Phantoms had a whirlwind of a year. Lead singer Julie Molina originally created the performance to re-audition for the music program at her Los Feliz high school and was met with incredible success. Each performance since her initial one, including a last-minute, jaw-dropping opening act for Panic! At the Disco at the legendary Orpheum, has been filmed and has gone viral, with each video hitting over one million views within a week of their initial posting.

At only seventeen years old, Julie, the high school student-turned-internationally famous singer, is coming into her own in a big way as she prepares for what many expect to be a break-out performance at Mothership, a feminist and queer festival in Los Angeles. While Molina is openly in a relationship with her girlfriend of two years, it was initially unclear if her other band members were also queer. When asked about her ‘phantoms’ - who have since been recognised to be three fourths of 1995 up-and-coming band Sunset Curve, who were tragically killed before their first performance at the Orpheum - Julie offers an emotional explanation.

“I grew up hearing stories about the boys, about—about the tragedy of them. My parents are close friends with the fourth member of their band, and my mother met the boys a few hours before—before. My parents bought the house they used to rehearse in, and when I found some of their old song books, it felt only natural to perform some, to honor them and their music. Playing Mothership felt right—Alex and Reggie had been dating for a long time before they died, and I hear from Trevor they were very close with Luke as well.”

Molina reconnected with Trevor Wilson, who was once the fourth member of Sunset Curve, and set about creating holograms that sounded and looked like his original three band members. “Once we were given permission to use their imagery and sound by all living family members, it was easy,” Wilson said when asked about the process. “I couldn’t do anything to honor my friends for a very, very long time, so when Julie came to me with the idea, I was more than happy to do whatever necessary to make it happen. I know they would’ve loved this—connecting with others through their music was their biggest dream, and I’m glad we can finally make it happen.”

Molina’s work is equally inspired by the original music, written by Luke Patterson, Reggie Peters and Alex Mercer, as it is by the work of modern artists—creating an amalgamation of emotionally raw lyricism and intensely moving instrumentals that cut straight through to listeners’ hearts. This was, as evidenced by some of the original texts shared by Molina on the band’s Instagram page, a specific talent of Luke Patterson’s, and one that Molina seems to share.

“I like to think we’d have been good friends,” Molina shared during an Instagram Live. “Everything I know about them is second-hand information, of course, but I can see we have very similar personalities. Music means everything to me, and it did to him—to them—as well. I hope sharing their music, their imagery, will show people the amazing talent these boys had. I wish they’d been remembered before, that who they were was remembered sooner, but I’m glad I get the chance to do this now. I hope that it lifts people up somehow, their—our—music.”

Check out Julie & The Phantoms at Mothership, where they’ll be playing the main stage at 2 pm on Saturday, or on their Youtube channel and Instagram.

—Eda Yu, “21 Artists to watch in 2021”, Complex, Pigeons & Planes, 2021, https://www.complex.com/pigeons-and-planes/2021/01/new-artists-to-watch-2021/

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“The life of inner peace, being harmonious, and without stress is the easiest type of existence.” —Norman Vincent Peale

4 SEPTEMBER 2021

MAGGIE

“They look so real,” Alex’s mother breathed, her blue eyes wide and glassy with unshed tears as she watched the band perform. Julie was bouncing across the stage, belting out lyrics at the top of her lungs and Reggie and Luke were sharing microphones, playing at each other and at Alex, jumping and dancing across the length of the stage, switching off jumping up to play on Alex’s little platform and grinning at Julie as they shared a microphone. The crowd screamed and cheered, all of them wholly taken by the playful routine, and something deep inside Maggie’s chest that had been broken for as long as she could remember mended a little.

She imagined Alex’s mother felt much the same.

This was the first time since Maggie, Julie and Trevor had sought her out to get permission to use Alex’s voice and image on a larger scale that the other woman had attended one of the concerts, and a part of Maggie was glad she’d waited for this one.

After Julie and the boys had performed at Mothership, they had blown up and were being flooded with set offers and concert venues vying for their attention. Julie’s school had been forced to implement stricter access restrictions to their premises to make sure fans wouldn’t try to get in to find Julie in the hallways, and Maggie had arranged for a private security firm to update all alarm systems to the Molina property. They were likely being overcautious, but Maggie had seen plenty of artists get harassed by their so-called biggest fans, and if she could keep that from happening to Julie, she was going to make damn sure she would.

That meant booking smaller venues during the school months, and meant staying in and around Los Angeles as much as possible. It was why they’d booked the Orpheum again, this time with Julie and the Phantoms as the main act. It was the showcase the boys had never been able to play when they were alive, and their setlist today consisted of a lot more Sunset Curve songs than they usually added in, and Maggie could see the boys glow.

This was the show they’d been waiting to play their entire existence.

It was probably the best they’d ever played.

“I wish,” Alex’s mom muttered, drawing Maggie’s attention back to her. “I wish I’d understood.” She turned to Maggie and there were tears rolling down her cheeks. “I wish I’d been less afraid of what people would think—” she broke off and looked back to the stage, to Alex, who was grinning wildly at his boyfriends as he played. “I wish I’d told him I loved him more often. Do you think—” She swallowed thickly. “Do you think he knew? Do you think he knew that we—that I loved him so, so much? He was—Lord, he was my baby. I never thought we’d have another after Hannah, but then he came along, our little miracle. I wish I’d understood how strong and talented he was when he was still here, when I could still tell him.”

Maggie swallowed thickly too.

Reggie had confided in her that the dismissiveness of his parents after he’d come out still tore at Alex, still hurt him every day, that being kicked out by Reggie’s dad still ate at him and she’d seen how he was a little wary of Ray, sometimes, like he was just waiting for the day Ray would snap at him for holding hands with Reggie or Luke or Willie, like he was waiting for Ray to spit at Julie that her relationship with Flynn was unnatural and disgusting, even though they all knew Ray would be the absolute last person to ever do something like that.

“I think,” she tried, “I think you can tell him. You can visit their grave, talk to him. I talk to Reggie like that all the time. It’s almost like they’re there, waiting for us to come find them again.”

They’d debated whether or not to let Alex’s parents in on the secret, had debated on the pros and cons and had endlessly wondered about what the right thing to do was, but it had been Alex, in the end, who’d decided that it was too big a risk. His parents were devout Christians, and he couldn’t see any way in which they’d take the news of him being here as a ghost well.

Maggie privately wasn’t so sure, but the decision was Alex’s, and he’d made up his mind.

That didn’t mean she couldn’t encourage him to hear his mother out, that he couldn’t make sure to be at their gravesite when his mother would be there. She wasn’t sure if his relationship with parents—nowhere near as poor as hers and Reggie’s had been with theirs, but certainly not very good either—was a part of his unfinished business, but it certainly couldn’t hurt to have the reassurance that his mother loved him.

Maggie was self-aware enough to realize that even she and Reggie would probably love to hear that their parents loved them, despite their less than stellar parenting. It’d mostly made her more determined to be the best possible parent to Regina and the best partner she could be to T’Nia, who was home with the baby tonight.

Trevor and Ray stood in the wings on the opposite side of the stage too, swaying along with the music and bumping into each other ever so often.

They weren’t dating, not yet, but…

Maggie eyed them for a moment and smiled. She didn’t think it was going to take them very long to get there anymore. Julie had even made peace with Carrie, knowing it was likely only a matter of time before their fathers acted on their mutual feelings.

Now that all secrets were out of the way and literally all of them had sought psychological help to deal with the changes to their lives and world views, they were all beginning to heal.

The boys were figuring out the changed dynamics of dating each other, were settling into a polyamorous relationship more smoothly than Maggie imagined most people would’ve. Still, it hadn’t been entirely sunshine and roses, and Maggie remembered the early weeks, in which they were all desperate to avoid stepping on each other’s toes, were all still scared and excited and exploring the new boundaries in their changed relationship.

It was a beautiful thing to witness though, the love they had for each other.

Maggie imagined that if she’d been single, she’d have been quite jealous. As it was, she was happy for her brothers and she and Reggie had gotten the opportunity to really bond, to talk and get to know each other all over again.

Luke had gotten the chance to spend time with his mom and his dad before she passed away in her sleep, only a few weeks after Julie had helped them reunite. They’d laid her to rest in the plot right next to the boys’ own grave—Mitch had revealed they’d purchased both plots when they’d buried Luke and the others, and had always planned to make sure they’d be as close together as possible. Reggie had confided that Luke had cried for hours after that revelation.

As far as they knew, Emily hadn’t returned as a ghost, but the new Lieutenant of Los Angeles had apparently promised the boys to keep an eye on it.

Maggie wasn’t sure how she felt about it.

She was well aware it’d been her idea to reunite Emily and Luke, that it’d been her hunch that Luke was Emily’s unfinished business, but still there had been a tiny part of her that had hoped. A tiny little portion of her heart that had been desperately hopeful that maybe her goodbye to Emily didn’t have to be a goodbye forever. A tiny portion that had hoped her goodbye to Emily would’ve been a see-you-soon instead.

Still, a larger part of her heart was just relieved that Emily was at peace, and that she wasn’t in pain anymore. It’d been torture, having to see her deteriorate so much so quickly.

Maggie was relatively sure they’d all been relieved it’d happened so quickly. She couldn’t imagine having to watch the woman who had been more of a mother to her than her own suffer through years of the kind of illness and pain Emily had endured in her last months.

She was drawn from her thoughts by Julie’s voice, soft and small when she wasn’t singing, addressing the crowd with a sad smile. “This last song,” she explained quietly, “was one Luke wrote for his mother after a big fight. He ran away after, and they only reconciled the night before he was killed.” Her voice trembled and Maggie’s own eyes filled with tears. Luke and Reggie were pressed close together and Maggie couldn’t quite see his face from this angle, but she could imagine the heartbroken expression on his face anyway.

“We weren’t going to play it,” Julie continued, “The song is so intensely personal, we never thought about sharing it with the public, but…” She swallowed thickly, and it took Maggie a second to realize Julie was crying too. “We lost Emily a few weeks ago, and right until the end, she was one of our biggest fans. So, today, we want to perform the song Luke Patterson wrote for his mother, and remember her with you guys. This is ‘Unsaid Emily.’”

Maggie had never heard the song in full before.

It was beautiful and painful and so, so full of emotion.

She could barely stand to listen, but she could see the lightening of the weight that had been on Luke’s shoulders with every note he sang, could feel the love he felt for his mother in every word, could hear how much it helped him to share this part of himself with everyone, and she was suddenly so unbelievably proud of him that it was overwhelming.

Emily was gone and her absence felt like a huge gaping hole that would never be filled again, but they all had each other.

They were going to be okay.

She watched Alex sneak a glance in his own mother’s direction, eyes shiny and wide, watched Julie glance up towards the sky, and watched Reggie glance towards her.

It hurt right now, but they’d make it through.

They always did.

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“I don't really care if people forget me. My legacy wasn't about me. It was about everything I could do for another.”

― Shannon L. Alder

15 MAY 2022

LUKE

Luke settled back into the couch cushions, more relaxed and—dare he say—happy than he had been in a very, very long time. The loss of his mom had broken him in something in him that he didn’t think would ever be healed—it still still ached, still felt as though her absence had created a void in his very soul, leaving an open wound with throbbing edges that did not feel as though it would ever heal, but he’d since remembered that he could breathe.

Each breath taken without his mother burned in his lungs still, but his boys were there, Julie and Ray and Flynn were there and he wasn’t alone. It didn’t take away the pain, didn’t heal the wound, but… but at least he could breathe.

The Spectral Therapist lady Dmitri had arranged for them to see had done wonders for his state of mind too, and had, eventually, helped him learn to tolerate, if not appreciate, the second chance at life that he had been given, even if it could no longer include his mom.

He’d not been able to, for a while, after his mom had passed away, hadn’t been able to see past all the things he had lost. It hadn’t been until Julie had come in, noisy and excited and quite literally slapped him up the head that he’d remembered that he’d gained things too, in this time, in this new existence.

When he’d finished sobbing on Julie’s shoulder, she had lectured him very sternly—but still so compassionately—and Luke hadn’t had a choice but to listen to her. Julie had reminded him that his mom had wanted him to be happy for as long as he was still here, that he had three boyfriends who adored him so much it was a little gross to see and that their music was being heard.

Luke had spent his entire life—his entire existence—seeking a connection with other people through his music, and it was finally working. Their fanbase, loyal and established in Los Angeles, was growing larger every day, and more and more people were learning their names, within and outside of the States, and much as he’d always dreamed about it, Luke found he had a hard time comprehending the idea of worldwide fame.

So he’d done as Julie advised him and threw himself back into their music, opened up to Alex and Reggie and Willie, actually talked to the therapy ghost lady and let himself feel surprise and no small amount of shame when he realized just how devastated Alex and Reggie had been after Luke’s mom’s death too.

He let himself lean on them and on Ray and Julie and the others.

He learned to ask for help, because he couldn’t do it on his own, and he needed to admit that too.

And it did get better.

He started writing again, with Julie and with Reggie, filled several notebooks with lyrics and notes and little sketches, and made an effort to be a good boyfriend—he planned dates with each of his boys and made sure to plan dates that included all four of them as well, because they’d found out early on it was important to them all to keep the amount of time they spent together a little balanced.

That’d become glaringly obvious when Alex and Reggie had fallen back into old habits very easily early on, slipping back into their dynamic of best friends who were also dating so easily it was as if they’d never broken up in the first place, and it’d left both Luke and Willie feeling left behind, like they were constantly missing part of the conversation.

Of course, Alex and Reggie hadn’t even been aware that they’d been excluding the other two—they hadn’t even considered it until Willie had called them out on it.

Luke sighed.

It was a work in progress—none of them had been in a polyamorous relationship before, and they only had the internet and Julie as guidance—but they were happy.

Despite everything, Luke was happy.

The band was doing so well that Maggie was trying to arrange a national tour during the summer months—pending approval from Ray, who was enthusiastic but also very cautious—and they were talking about a multi-album deal.

Their raging success was also why they had all descended on the living room floor of the Molina house—Bobby’s place was bigger, sure, but the Molina house was home for most of them, and Bobby didn’t fight them on it most of the time. Luke still couldn’t get used to calling him Trevor, and Reggie and Alex seemed to struggle with it too.

Bobby—Trevor—didn’t seem to mind, even if they were the only ones to call him Bobby.

Even Ray called him Trevor.

Luke didn’t think they were dating—not yet, but they had been circling each other for a long time, and it was clear to everyone with eyes that their feelings for each other ran a lot deeper than friendship. Luke had wondered on more than one occasion if he had been like that with Reggie before they’d gotten together.

He was sure Ray and Bobby would be good for each other though, if they ever got over themselves and actually tried. Of course, when Luke had brought it up with Bobby, after everything, after yelling and shouting and hugging and crying on each other, he’d bashfully tried to deny being interested at all, which was a lot more telling than admitting it would have been.

Bobby had never once in his life avoided questions about those he found himself attracted to.

It hadn’t happened often before they’d died, but it had happened, and Luke wasn’t imagining the way Bobby would gravitate towards Ray when he entered a room, or the way Ray’s cheeks flushed when he caught Bobby looking at him, or even the—far from—subtle long hugs when one of them was leaving.

Luke was abruptly torn from his thoughts when Flynn booed loudly from her spot on the floor, where she was curled up with Julie, fingers linked together. Alex and Reggie were both flushed very red, and Luke smirked a little—most of them took a lot of pleasure in teasing Alex and Reggie about how absolutely gone on each other they were, how they couldn’t really keep their hands to themselves, because it was so adorable it was nearly funny, especially to Luke and Willie, who knew the other two boys well enough to know they felt just as strongly about each of them.

He could probably concentrate to listen and figure out what they were talking about even as they jostled each other playfully, but he was warm and comfortable and he kind of wanted to melt.

Willie cackled when Alex shoved at him, dodging their boyfriend with a smirk as Reggie squawked, dislodged by the struggle, rolling off the couch and onto Julie and Flynn’s lap. “You’re so mean to me,” Reggie complained playfully, using Julie’s shoulder to hoist himself upright before bouncing towards Luke’s couch. “I’m going to hang out with Luke, he’s my favorite.”

Luke chuckled when Reggie collapsed half on top of him, a mess of gangly limbs and messy hair, grinning brightly at Luke. “They’re dumb,” he told Luke seriously, patting his hand on Luke’s cheek before tangling his fingers in the soft hair on the back of Luke’s neck. “Why are we dating them?”

Luke snorted a laugh and patted Reggie’s head when he dropped onto Luke’s shoulder. “Because we love them,” he replied. “And we came back as ghosts together. I’m pretty sure that means we’re stuck with them for a good long while.” He tilted his head down to look at Reggie, who seemed entirely content to use him as his newest pillow. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to it or didn’t like it—they’d always been very tactile with each other, even before they’d begun dating, and they almost always inevitably ended up in a cuddle pile when they tried to watch movies on the couch.

“You really okay?” he asked softly, deliberately ignoring the loud and mildly incomprehensible argument going on beside him as Flynn tried, in vain, to show a supremely uninterested Alex—who was much more preoccupied with staring at Willie—some dance moves she’d seen on TikTok.

Reggie blinked blankly at him for a couple of seconds before he broke into a grin and nodded. “Yeah, I’m good, Luke. Just missed you.” He pouted. “You were all far away and in your head again.”

Luke winced a little, because he couldn’t exactly deny that.

“Sorry,” he apologized, leaning in to nudge his nose against Reggie’s. “Good thoughts, I promise.” Reggie smiled happily and closed the distance between them, slotting their lips together. No matter how many times Luke had kissed Reggie at this point, he never ceased to be amazed by how well they fit together, how much a part of him wished he could just drown in Reggie, how in love with him Luke still was, and how easy it was to fall a little bit more in love with him every day.

They were torn from their little bubble, exchanging soft, slow kisses, by a pillow thrown in their direction, followed by Flynn’s outcry of, “Pay attention, you lovebirds! Interesting things going on here!” Before either of them could say anything, Julie slapped Flynn’s knee and Willie and Alex booed at her in perfect unison, and Luke’s cheeks were so hot, he was pretty sure he was on fire.

Sure, Alex and Reggie were easiest to tease, but that didn’t mean Luke was immune.

“Right,” Reggie nodded seriously, raising an eyebrow at Flynn in challenge. “Were you done trying and failing to do that new dance thingy?” Luke burst into laughter at the indignant look on Flynn’s face, and the rest of the group followed swiftly, Julie gasping, “Come on, Flynn, it’s funny,” between hysteric peals of laughter.

“Oh, please,” Flynn exclaimed heatedly, waving her arms towards the group vaguely. “I’d like to see you knuckleheads try to do it!”

“I’ll take that bet!” Willie shouted immediately, springing up from the sofa probably a little too energetically, narrowly avoiding tripping over Julie as he leaped forward. Alex, who’d been leaning against their boyfriend, had tipped sideways when Willie jumped up, and was now glaring grumpily at him. Luke watched, amused, as Willie tumbled his way to the little space Flynn had cleared in front of the television. Alex facepalmed and Julie giggled, watching as Willie copied the moves Flynn had been trying to show them far more easily and smoothly than she had managed.

Alex, on the couch, was staring at Willie’s swaying hips with dark eyes, and Luke snorted a laugh.

“Like this, right?” Willie grinned smugly, raising both eyebrows at Flynn, who was very clearly trying not to pout at him for picking up on the move far more easily than she had.

“You’ve spent the past thirty years dancing at the Club,” she exclaimed heatedly. “This isn’t a fair competition.” She turned to Julie. “I can dance really well too, right babe?”

Julie nodded, lips obviously pressed together to avoid laughing. “Yes, of course.”

Flynn obviously noticed her barely repressed mirth too, because she spun around, facing Willie and demanded, “Show me again! How do you—”

Reggie huffed a laugh and sagged back against Luke a little, for all the world looking like he was close to falling asleep, but Luke knew he was really just settling into a prime position for people-watching. In this case, of course, that meant watching as their friends and significant others made idiots of themselves trying to master a couple of dance moves invented by twelve year-olds for social media.

Luke grinned along with Reggie when Willie recruited Alex—though Luke had to admit the latter looked more reluctant than excited to aid Willie and Flynn in their quest.

The others seemed to have lost interest in the dancers—Julie had returned to her conversation with her brother—and Ray and Bobby were quietly talking by the entrance to the kitchen, heads bent close together as they talked.

A warm, contented feeling settled in the center of Luke’s chest as he watched them—his friends, his family—spreading out and warming his entire being, radiating right down to the tips of his fingers, and he felt lighter than he could ever recall having felt before. It was a comforting but utterly peculiar feeling, like he was filled with helium, fit to float away if not held down by—by—

His gaze traveled to Julie of its own accord, lips parting in surprise.

He blinked, hard, and turned to Reggie, who was already looking at him with a soft, vulnerable expression. “Finally got there too, huh?” He said softly, carding his fingers through Luke’s hair again in a soothing gesture.

The tension that had knotted his shoulders loosened and Luke leaned back into Reggie’s touch just a little before he asked, “You too? Does—it’s just—”

Reggie nodded. “It’s just Julie now.”

Luke swallowed thickly. “I can feel it,” he whispered, curling a little closer to Reggie. “It’s just her—I feel… I feel light. Like I could just float away, but Julie’s still holding me here.”

Reggie nodded, trailing his fingers up and down Luke’s arm soothingly as he admitted, “I feel it too. I’ve felt it for a while. Alex too. Willie thinks the only reason he’s still here is us.” Luke swallowed thickly again and looked over to Alex and Willie, who had given up on the Tik Tok dance entirely and were just swaying together now, lips barely moving in a muted conversation.

“I’m not ready,” he admitted quietly, tears burning in his eyes.

Reggie pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m not either. None of us are. We’ve got time—we’ve still got so much planned for the band. We have three more albums to go, and a national tour and then a world tour—we’re going to make sure Julie is set for life before it’s time for us to go.”

Luke nodded jerkily.

They had discussed this before—it wasn’t like they were unprepared. They’d learned a lot from the Spectral Police in terms of their afterlife, and had learned a great deal about finishing unfinished business. It wouldn’t catch them unawares entirely, but it would likely still be quite sudden, and once the process had begun, it was impossible to reverse its effects.

Luke leaned his forehead against Reggie’s temple. “I love you,” he whispered. “I don’t want to go without you when it’s time. Or Alex or Willie.”

Reggie pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You’re not going anywhere without us, Luke. We’re ride or die, remember? I followed you once, I’ll do it again. You’re never getting rid of us ever again.” Luke laughed a wet little laugh and hid his face against the crook of Reggie’s neck.

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” he breathed.

“No,” Reggie admitted. “No, it doesn’t.”

And the warm, comforting feeling filled Luke up again, warming him down to the tips of his toes. This time, he basked in it, enjoyed the certainty of his connection with Julie, knowing it was strong enough to keep him here for a while longer, to give him time to enjoy a life that had been stolen from him twenty-seven years ago.

It wasn’t what he’d wanted when he died, wasn’t the future he’d envisioned, but he had Alex and Reggie and Willie, and he had Julie and Ray and the band and it was enough.

He was content. He was happy.

It was enough.

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“Don’t adventures ever have an end? I suppose not.

Someone else always has to carry on the story.”

– Bilbo Baggins

FIN.

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[your-daily-biaswrecking]

Hello! can you do a scenario with fem!reader and father's best friend!namjoon? I totally understand if this is a concept you're uncomfortable with. All the armys are going crazy with the dilf!bts concept so I need to have this 😭

Tbh that's a hard concept (like absolutely don't do this irl y'all plss it's not okay if it's not fiction– go in the notes to read my PSA pls) so I had to write a bit of plot at the beginning just because I wanted to make it as less weird as possible lol

Namjoon wasn't the type of family friend you got to see a lot growing up. He was, however, the type of friend you got to hear about a lot. Your dad had spent his high school years being in a band that never really had its break, and Namjoon had apparently been the youngest member and your father's favourite. He kept talking about how he "raised" him, meaning he helped him get his first kiss and taught him about girls. Then your dad got your mum pregnant right after graduating, and they both decided to move to the US to find a job and start their family. Your family. And so your dad lost touch with his best friend.

He talked about him quite often, and you knew he had even visited once when you were still too young to have a memory of it. You had only ever seen a couple of pictures of them together; Namjoon looked like a very cringy 13-year-old with a terrible haircut. Not that your dad as a teenager looked any better. But that's beside the point. It doesn't matter what he looked like back then, today you probably wouldn't be able to even recognize him even if he passed you on the street.

"Did I tell you? My best friend moved here from Korea! The band kids are back together!"

Namjoon came back into your father's life at around the same time as you left it– moved away for college. And you kept getting all these updates on how great it was that they found each other again, how many things they did together and in general how happy your dad was. When you visited home for Christmas, Namjoon was away so you didn't run into him. And almost a year after he had moved there, you would finally meet him during the summer. Your father invited him for dinner one hot evening in July.

You opened the door to find him standing outside, your mother just a step behind to greet him. “Joonie! So glad you could make it. Come on in, come on in... Ah! As you know, this is our daughter.”

The man was tall and handsome, nothing like the pictures you had seen. And familiar. His eyes met yours and he smiled, making your blood run cold— you had seen that man before. Not even a week ago, staring at you at the bar while sipping his whiskey until you decided he was too hot and couldn’t be older than 30, so you walked up to him and gave him a napkin with your number and a lipstick stain of a kiss on it. He never called.

“Wow,” Namjoon said without his tone matching his words. “She has grown up so much.” And he looked you up and down again, checking you out kind of like he had done that night. Your entire face was burning, turning on your heels to get away. What the fuck kind of luck was that? He was your dad's friend? You hoped– you begged that he didn't recognize you. He wasn't saying anything, though his eyes kept on stealing looks, and so you thought you might have had a close escape. Until you run into each other in the kitchen. Alone. "Come here, young lady," he said in a deep voice that sent shivers down your spine. You already felt like you were in trouble. "Does your father know you go around giving your number to men almost twice your age?"

He was so close, eyes travelling lazily down your form with a smirk on his lips. "No," you choked. "I– I don't– You were staring at me, that's why I thought..."

"I was staring at you because I was trying to figure out if you were my best friend's daughter."

Hearing him say the words made your cheeks burn. Defeat. He had a logical excuse and all you had was that he was a little too much your type. And he sounded like he was scolding you, reminding you of your place. You lowered your head, really wanting to get out. "Please don't tell him."

Don't tell him I hit on you. Don't tell him I wanted to fuck you.

Namjoon didn't reply right away, but late that night you got a text from an unknown number. "I won't tell him anything."

He won't tell him anything. Perhaps that could be applied to what had already happened, or what would happen in the future.

You didn't text frequently, but you did nonetheless. And even though you were sure both of you would say they were simple, innocent texts, how innocent could they really be when the man already knew how you felt about him? Maybe you were crazy, but you thought he might like you too. Maybe he liked the fact that you liked him. It wasn't evident in anything he did or say, just the vibes you got from him those days he visited your house, or the way he looked at you when you were left alone for a second. The summer passed by so fast when every other day you met your father's best friend in one way or another.

When it was time for you to move back to the city where you attended college, Namjoon just so happened to be going there for some work too. And your parents were grateful that you had someone to travel with. The car ride was long and mostly silent. You had never been left alone for so long and suddenly you realised how hard it was to keep a conversation going without talking about how horny he made you feel just by being in the same, tight space with you. But the farther away you got from home, the less you cared about keeping your good reputation up.

"Where will you sleep tonight?" you asked him after he helped drop off all your stuff at your apartment late that night and was already at the door, ready to leave.

"I'll find a hotel," he told you, hand still on the door handle.

"You can stay here if you want to."

"Don't–" His plea was soft-spoken, in contrast to the intense way his eyes were piercing yours.

"Don't what?" you acted dumb. "All I'm saying is I'm sure dad would rather you stay instead of paying for a room. You're like family, anyway."

You noticed how he took in a deep breath, grip around the knob getting harder. "Don't bring him into this."

Saying that you two shouldn't mention your father was like admitting what was going on right now was beyond innocent. And even though your stomach clenched at his harsh tone, you bowed your head and whispered. "I'm sorry."

"This is so wrong," you heard him call loudly all of a sudden, making you look back at him. He was chewing on his lip desperately. "I was there when your dad got your mom pregnant. Do you know what I said? Fuck, man, how are you gonna get out of this bullshit? I shouldn’t be…"

You blinked at him, waiting to hear the end of the sentence. "Shouldn't be what?" You weren't gonna let him slip away that easily. You would push him until he had to say what he wanted to say. It was your only chance, anyway.

Namjoon sighed. He pushed the door closed and walked up to you steadily all while he was staring straight into your eyes. "Why did you give me your number that night?"

Your breathing was already getting heavier. You wouldn't back away. What was the point? He knew already. "Because you were hot. And I wanted you to fuck me."

He chewed his lip for a few seconds, watching your face as he contemplated his next words. "Why do you want me to stay over tonight?"

You gulped. He was so close, closer than ever. "Because you're hot," you whispered. Glance down on his lips. "And I want you to fuck me."

He closed his eyes momentarily before he was exhaling loudly. "Fucking– hell!"

And he instantly moved forward, one hand grabbing the back of your head as he brought your face to crush on his, mouths smashing against each other after all the times you had dreamed about it. It was so much better than you could have imagined, lips full and soft parting yours for his tongue to slip in between, making you moan. And you were trying to get closer and closer, almost tripping as you walked blindly further into the apartment. His jacket was discarded on the floor before your shirt joined it, and Namjoon was growling before attacking your neck with his teeth.

"Daddy..." The word truly slipped out of you, and he was pausing for a moment, pulling away to look at you.

"Really? You're really gonna call me daddy?" Your eyes were wide and cheeks burning, squirming away from him before he grabbed your wrist to keep you close. "Shit," he grunted, not sounding mad at all. "Alright, baby. Show daddy where your room is, need to get you in bed right away."

And you mewled at his words. You were there in no time, pulling the rest of your clothes off as Namjoon undressed too. Big and thick, he was even hotter like that, making you press your legs together as you took the sight in. And when he removed his boxers too, you got to found out his dick matched the rest of his body perfectly, long and thick and so hot it made your mouth water.

"Daddy," you whined as he started crawling over you. "You're so big. You're gonna tear me apart."

His large hand grabbed your jaw. "That's what you get for playing with big boys." And he kissed you ruthlessly again. His other hand travelling down your form until he found your pussy, fingers playing with your folds and humming in satisfaction. "So wet. Is that all for me, baby?"

"Yes, daddy," you moaned, hips trying to grind on his hand for some more friction. "I've been wet for you since I first saw you."

"Fuck. I know, baby," he breathed into your ear, two fingers slipping slowly inside you and stretching you out. "I could tell. You weren't hiding it very well, baby. How much you wanted me to ruin you. Which is why daddy's been hard for you all this time, too." Your breath was hitching as he was moving his hands slowly, not even trying to fuck you like that, just trying to get you ready for his cock. And he stopped. "Are you gonna let daddy fuck you raw, baby?"

You almost screamed. "Fuck, yes, daddy, please! Fuck me open with your cock."

Namjoon was growling as he retrieved his fingers from inside you. "What a dirty mouth! Who taught you to speak like that, you dirty, little whore? I thought you were a good girl."

Your nails were scratching his back as you whined and squirmed underneath him. "Oh, daddy, please! I need you! I'll be good for you."

And you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance as he shushed you. "Alright then. Be a good girl for daddy and take this big cock like the good, little slut you are." And he shoved himself in you.

"O–oh my god!" you yelped. Namjoon didn't go easy on you, didn't go slow or gentle, he started pounding you fast and hard right away, truly fucking you open like you had asked him to. You were squirming underneath him but his body was so big and strong, it was caging you completely. And just to shut you up he kissed you again, tongue so deep in your mouth he was choking you. Namjoon was fucking you so hard he brought tears to your eyes, and you felt euphoric being used by him like that.

"My dirty, little cunt," he rasped after he freed your mouth. "Like taking my cock like that?" You were nodding, mewling, unable to speak. "What a good girl. Letting daddy fuck her as hard as he wants." He leaned back, grabbing your arms until he had your wrists pinned above your head and the new position gave him the ability to piston his hips against yours even faster, diving even deeper.

"Fuck, daddy, I'm gonna cum," you cried, legs shaking as they fought against his abusing thrusts between them.

"So easy," Namjoon panted with a smirk. "So easy to please you. Gonna cum cuz you've never had dick like daddy's before, huh? No one's ever fucked you this good? Those little boys your age, I bet they don't know shit about pleasing a nasty girl like you." He spat on his free hand and brought it right down on your clit, pressing on it hard. And you were moaning even louder. "There you go, baby. You can cum on daddy's dick now."

"Namjoon–" you yelped, and you felt your orgasm pop, gushing all your juices over him as he kept fucking you through it. He slowed down a bit, coming down to kiss you sloppily as you continued to whine with each thrust against your sensitive, tight walls.

"That's my good girl," he whispered, kissing you almost lovingly. "Don't worry, baby. We're not nearly done yet." And his thrusts slowly got deeper and deeper. "You really shouldn't have let me fuck you, baby. Cuz now I don't ever plan on stopping."

Masterlist | Part 2

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[julieandthephantomsblogduh]

Bright Episode TWO, Part Two

DISCLAIMER I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS EXCEPT FOR LIA. Please don't steal my work. Songs listed here are linked at the bottom. Love y'all and stay safe 😉

Back at the Molina household where the girls are studying “Sooo…” Julie starts, putting her book down and facing Lia, “When are we going to talk about the obvious?”

“What do you mean?”

“Umm…” Julie gets off her bean bag, “The fact that there are three ghosts living in my studio and the fact that they are in a band and…” Julie starts pacing around as Malia’s eyes follow her around, “these boys are literally ruining my life and oh…” She comes to a standstill in front of Malia who’s on the bed and puts her arms up, “ONE OF THEM IS YOUR DEAD BROTHER!”

Malia reaches over and puts her hand over Julie’s mouth, “First, could you be any louder? Second, yes it’s crazy that there are three boys who happen to be in a band and it's even weirder that one of them is my dead brother. Third… this is too much effort, I guess I’ll just not become a scientist…” Malia says, throwing her chemistry book away.

“Okay first off…” Julie starts as she throws Lia’s hand off her mouth, “You love chemistry and you're literally a genius, second… he’s your brother Lia! Like he’s your mentor. Literally!”

“Okay first… calm down…” Malia says, getting off the bed and grabbing her guitar case, “Second. I know that he’s my brother and it’s weird. Literally he’s the reason why I love music but he’s also the reason why I hate music like literally screw hot dogs man!”

Malia opens up the case and pulls out Luke’s guitar, “Also how’d you figure out that he was you know… the… hot dogged man?”

“Well, I have been to your house before and I have seen pictures of him before.”

“Okay… fair enough. But now what? Do I just be like… hey you what’s up dog? Guess what, a couple years after you died your parents had me and now they’re my parents and they despise me for the fact that I like music because you ran away for music but they also love me way too much and literally have a tracker installed on my phone?”

“Okay that might be too much?”

“I wanted to give him back his guitar,” Lia slowly strums a couple chords, “Figured I could tell him when I did that,” Lia’s eyes get heavy “Hot dog this sucks so much.”

Julie just gives Lia a hug.

“Okay here’s the plan,” Lia says, shaking off the tears, “I’m going to head to the studio and your going to make sandwiches and then we're gonna meet at the dining table and depending on how everything goes we're gonna talk, cry or laugh. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Lia walking to the studio with Luke’s guitar - Lia’s perspective

I shake myself to amp myself up as I knock on the door before entering.

“Hey Boys….” I say as I see Reggie and Alex doing random things.

“Oh hey Malia,” Reggie smiles.

“Hi Reggie… um do you guys know where Luke is?”

“Yeah… he’s staring at food he can’t eat,” Alex says.

“Sick… um I just came to check in and I wanted to give this to Luke? It’s his,” I say as I walk towards the coffee table and set the case on it. Alex and Reggie crowd behind me as I pull out Luke’s minty green electric guitar.

“Wait, that is his guitar!” Reggie says, that sweet… kinda non-brainy kid.

“Yeah… she just said that,” Alex say, “So how’d you get it? And how did you know it was his?”

“Well…” I start as I close my case and set the guitar down and take a seat on the couch, “When you guys died, some of your belongings were probably sent to your families and well… this guitar was returned to his family.”

“I don’t get it,” Reggie shrugs.

“It means they’re related.” “He’s my brother.”

The boys turn to face me.

“He didn’t have a sister.” “Well he did after he died.”

“Dang that’s weird,” Reggie says, walking off.

“Well… does he know?”

“Nope. I came here to tell him but umm… he’s not here. So now imma leave this guitar here and leave and i’ll tell him tomorrow so like… don’t tell him?”

I slowly get up and walk out. I can feel the guys eyes stuck to the back of my head.

As I go to walk up the stairs Reggie suddenly pops up in front of me.

“Ah!”

“Sorry about that,” He reaches behind to scratch his head in an awkward way, “I just wanted to let you know that it must have been hard… you know not knowing Luke but… he would have really loved you.”

“Thanks Reg… that means a lot.”

“Reg?”

“Yeah… It’s cute.”

I slowly walk past him with a smile on my face and head back inside the house.

The next morning - At the dance where Lia is working as Tech

Flynn and Julie had just walked in. Malia had been working with the other Tech guy, Dyan, to deal with all the lights and etc. Dirty Candy started singing.

See 'em look, hear 'em "ooh-ah"

Hands up, throw back, boo yah

We're the best, no doubt

Check it out, yeah, we make 'em say "wow"

Made moves, on the rise now

Run stuff, get a piece of that pie now

We're the best, no doubt

Check it out, yeah, we make 'em say "wow"

Yeah, we're going sky high, never gonna settle

Living in the fast lane, pedal to the metal

We see it, wе want it, we get it, we got it

Evеrybody lose control

We came to play, where you at?

We're going hard, just like that, yeah

We the bomb, chain react

Blow their minds and watch them

Woah, woah, woah, woah

See 'em look, hear 'em "ooh-ah"

Hands up, throw back, boo yah

We're the best, no doubt

Check it out, yeah, we make 'em say "wow"

Made moves, on the rise now

Run stuff, get a piece of that pie now

We're the best, no doubt

Check it out, yeah, we make 'em say "wow"

Lia watches from above as the three boys pop outta nowhere and they talk to Julie. Reggie, amazed by Carrie, won’t stop looking at them.

Come follow me, we gon' make history

'Cause we are the champions like Freddie Mercury

Yeah we gonna rock you, never gonna not do

Always making headlines, yeah, we're the hot news

We came to play, where you at?

We're going hard, just like that, yeah

We the bomb, chain react

Blow their minds and watch them

See 'em look, hear 'em "ooh-ah"

Hands up, throw back, boo yah

We're the best, no doubt

Check it out, yeah, we make 'em say "wow"

Made moves, on the rise now

Run stuff, get a piece of that pie now

We're the best, no doubt

Check it out, yeah, we make 'em say "wow"

Wo-o-o-o-o-ow, wo-o-o-ow

Wo-o-o-o-o-ow, wo-o-o-ow

Wo-o-o-o-o-ow, wo-o-o-ow

Wo-o-o-o-o-ow

Check it out, yeah, we make 'em say "wow"

Mm, yeah, we make 'em say "wow"

Ooh, yeah, yeah

They watch Alex dance until Luke slaps him across the shoulder. Lia giggles causing Dylan to give her a WTF look.

See 'em look, hear 'em "ooh-ah" (Yeah, yeah)

Hands up, throw back, boo yah (Ooh)

We're the best, no doubt (No doubt!)

Check it out, yeah, we make 'em say "wow" (Wow)

Made moves, on the rise now (Yeah)

Run stuff, get a piece of that pie now

We're the best, no doubt (We're the best, no doubt)

Check it out, yeah, we make 'em say "wow"

“Thank you… thank you,” Carrie says, “Oh and make sure you don’t forget to check out my new youtube video! Oh and go Bobcats!”

“Alright… thats it I can clean up here,” Lia says, shooing Dylan away.

Julie gets pumped up by the band. Lia watches from above as Julie makes her way to the stage and sits at the piano. She realizes what's happening and turns on the mic. Julie starts playing the piano causing Dylan to Look at Lia, “I thought we were done?”

Julie starts playing a tune.

Sometimes I think I'm falling down

“This was a last minute edition?” Lia replies, turning on the spotlight.

I wanna cry, I'm calling out

For one more try to feel alive

And when I feel lost and alone

I know that I can make it home

Fight through the dark and find the spark

The crowd slowly starts to slow as Flynn and the boys watch Julie

Life is a risk, but I will take it

Close my eyes and jump

Together, I think that we can make it

C'mon let's run

Suddenly the boys pop up on the stage with Julie

“How did that…”

“Holograms dylan, holograms.”

And rise through the night, you and I

We will fight to shine together, bright forever

And rise through the night, you and I

We will fight to shine together, bright forever

“Is this really happening?”

“Just go with it.”

In times that I doubted myself

I felt like I needed somе help

Stuck in my head with nothing left

I feel somеthing around me now

So unclear, lifting me out

I found the ground I'm marching on

Flynn watches in confusion - Julie never said anything about a band?

Life is a risk, but we will take it

Close my eyes and jump

Together, I think that we can make it

C'mon let's run

And rise through the night, you and I

We will fight to shine together, bright forever

And rise through the night, you and I

We will fight to shine together, bright forever

In times that I doubted myself

I felt like I needed some help

Stuck in my head with nothing left

And when I feel lost and alone

I know that I can make it home

Fight through the dark and find the spark

Julie walks through Luke causing the crowd to scream

And rise (rise) through the night (throught the night), you and I (you and I)

We will fight to shine together (we will shine together) bright forever (bright forever)

And rise (rise) through the night (throught the night), you and I (you and I)

We will fight to shine together (we will shine together), bright forever

The students continue to cheer

Carrie looks mad, Ms. Harrison looks proud, the boys flash away and Julie looks scared.

Wow. By Dirty Candy

Bright. By Julie - and the phantoms 

TGIF by @evenshands​

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[tylerwritez]

TUESDAY JULY 13 10:42 A.M.

JUDE IS BACK FROM HIS HIATUS!!!!

One thing I think I will no longer be doing is writing down negative feelings and thoughts and... leaving them there. No. Next time I vent, I delete it right after.

If you want something to be sad over, you'll find something. But if you GENUINELY ATTEMPT to be happy, you will be.

So try harder.

Also, my new phone background is a collage thing of me and my friends at Rebecca's house.

I originally did it as this cool way to remember my besties XD but now it also kinda helps my #SelfEsteem because whenever I think my face is ugly, I look at my phone background and I'm like "that's what you look like, no filter, nothing" and it makes me happier because in that background image I just see a boy being stupid with his friends and I sorta smile like "yeah, that IS what I look like, no filter"

I like it cos, those pictures were taken without me doing anyhting to try and look better, so I KNOW that's like. How I REALLY look. And tbh? Not that bad.

I don't even really mind my smile lines anymore. Cos they're from SMILING!!! means I'm a happy guy.

ALSO I THINK I PASS IN MY BACKGROUND? because I'm that kinda of ugly that says "male" yk, especially next to my friends who are girls/nonbinary I just seem so Boy idk its gender... the photo set is very Gender for my face XDDD THIS IS REALLY STUPID

oh well. Positivity only now, babes.

Also! You may have noticed my HIATUs from posting!!! Yeah, I'll still post, and I'll update y'all on my life... but NOT DAILY... I don't really have the time for that.

I'll do it maybe whenever I feel like, but I'll try and stick to weekly, biweekly, idk, whenever I feel like I should talk about my life, whenever things happen.

Right now I'm actually on a roadtrip!!!

We just spent a day on all the amusement park rides at the Calgary Stampede!! It was AWESOME.

Also we have spent time in #nature and I'm COLLECTING! ROCKS! >:) THEY ARE WAY COOLER OUTSIDE MY HOMETOWN JUST SAYING...

Maybe I'll find a hagstone.

So far no, I've only found cool stripey ones but no hagstones.

Maybe I'm not meant to find a hagstone. Maybe whatever gives me my good luck is protection enough.

ACTUALLY, ON THAT NOTE, I HAVEN'T STOLEN ANYTHING FOR THIS WHOLE TRIP... SO LIKE 1 OR 2 WEEKS. WHICH IS CRAZY!!! PROUD OF MYSELF :)

ALSO I HAVEN'T CUT MYSELF FOR LIKE A MONTH MAYBE(?) WHICH IS SO WOW.

see? I can totally do this! You'll see.

Lately I haven't been stressing AT ALL. like. So much happiness and fun, out on my roadtripppp!

I have had a few stressors.... but like. I've done my best to push them aside, because I know it'll be better not to think about them.

Like, I'm starting to think all my unhappiness cOMES FROM THINKING ABOUT MY STRESSORS TOO MUCH... OVERTHINKING.

However, if I tell myself "don't worry, you'll find a way, you always do" and then try n forget, I'm so much happier.

Here are my current #stressors... since everyone loves some drama (I'm listing em)

1. I MIGHT LOSE MY VIRGINITY UHHHH AND IM NERVOUS AND IDK IF I SHOULD OR WHAT ITLL  FEEL LIKE OR IF I SHOULD WAIT.... AAAAAAAA IDK ITS KINDA SCARY COS WHAT IF IT HURTS A LOT... WHAT IF IT FUCKS ME UP. IDK. I KNOW NOTHING.

2. MY STEALING + CUTTING ISSUES... LIKE. I'M ADDICTED???? AND OFC IM HAPPY I MANAGE TO GET BY WITHOUT IT BUT SOMETIMES ITS VERY HARD. TO RESIST. YOUR URGES.

man if that god guy is real I bet hes happy with me (or I guess god can be a girl, or nonbinary, or maybe is not male but still uses he/him, or maybe DOESNT use he him pronouns and we are fuckig it up???? Idk I will just say "he")

(I doubt god has a gender tho lol. He made man and woman in his image yeah? So then.... uh.... he would be intersex(?)

Personally I think god has No genitals at all and No gender either. But then again, I dont even believe in a god...)

ALL IM SAYING IS. IF GOD WAS REAL. THEY WOULD PROBABLY BE PLEASED THAT I AM. RESISTING SIN? SO WELL.

... cos cutting yourself IS a sin....

That used to upset me so much dude. I read this bible passage... and it would be CONSTANTLY referenced. Your body is a temple. Its sinful to harm your body. Its sinful to use drugs, is what they said at school, but like. What about other types of intentional harm? Sin. Sinful.

I used to be so invested in that Catholicism shit, man. And afterward, after I. Did the cutting. I'd be covered in half dried sticky blood. I'd smell the metallic smell so strongly.... because I bled out A LOT... its incredible to me honeslty, how such minor styros and occasional light fat cuts can gush out so MUCH blood. It's a lot. It's more than you'd expect from a little cut. The cuts pool up with blood and then overflow.

It trickles down your legs.

But I'd be patching myself up afterward (basically tryna clean the blood, stop the bleeding, make sure I didnt bleed out onto my sheets and dirty them in my sleep... make sure I didnt leave evidence) and I'd think to myself "this is a sin, I am a sinner..."

Ofc my stupid ass was constantly begging for forgiveness, praying, reading the bible, blah blah, please I just wanna serve you, please help me, please...

What a pathetic state to be in most of my junior high years HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA XD XDDDDD LMAOOOO LMFAOOOOOO ROFLLLLL

like. I had a corner of the school I used SPECIFICALLY to cry.

How sad...

BUT NOW IM IN HIGH SCHOOL!!!! AND I AM PLEASED TO INFORM YOU THAT I HAVE

0 CRYING SPOTS

MANY MAKING OUT SPOTS

like woah its almost like. I dont have to suffer at all.

I'm winning now.

W. What was I talking about before I started rambling. Idk. I forget. Oh well.

POSITIVITY ONLY BABES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ILL KEEP YALL UPDATED I SWEAR

SIGNING OFF,

JUDE SHEPARD

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[movie-guy49]

Hey everyone,

I just want to give everyone a quick update as to what's going on with the scams or what's called operation drain and run out of the 200 that were arrested the other day most have been released must have been very forthcoming and giving information some of them have been detained further pending for their interview and or their charges are going to be dropped or reduced law enforcement agencies have confirmed that there are some more smaller cell operations of this type going on here in the United States and in Canada they are now getting in with the Canadian authorities to help with the investigation up there I can't tell you that 75 of the 200 people arrested the other day were members of Tumblr so basically yes they were right under our nose and we did not know it but I knew it.

I can also tell you that information from this point forward is going to be very slim because they are wanting to Big Cheese the people that are actually masterminding all this and they're going to have to start being careful what information they let out and that's totally acceptable to me I totally understand that and they did say the other thing about passing the info. on to you guys as much as they can. They said that I have been a big help in this there's been a few other people that have come forward they've also been assisting and helping out but I still need some more help so anything y'all got if it if it means you got scammed don't worry about being embarrassed you're not going to be judged or you're not going to be treated like shit just because you fell for it.

So now if you've noticed that I changed the format of my blog it makes it look like it's in a daily or weekly episodic TV show it's still called a slice of my world but it's also episode 1-18 this is starting to become a daily or actually it should say it bi-weekly thing of me posting and I have enjoyed it don't get me wrong but the title of this is called oh how things have changed and it's basically going to be a lot of difficult reading from this point forward but stuff that once you read it you'll understand why it has been so difficult I I'm going to Chronicle the night of January 20th of last year through the morning hours of January 21st which is what I considered the moment my life changed forever.

So we begin on January 20th 2020 I had to go to work I walked 4 miles to go to work because I didn't have a vehicle anymore and we were living in a motel so I had to you know make sure one of us is working until a lot of times where I was staying even hard for me to get a ride. So I work the 3:30 to close shift which basically meant I left between anywhere from between 12:30 and 1:00 in the morning I worked at a movie theater which by the way was probably the best job I had ever had in my life I I love that place I would love to go back to another one like it. So basically I got off work about 12:30 that night and normally I would have a ride to work on Monday nights this week it wasn't possible because of something that happened at the theater the manager got behind on his paperwork on and couldn't get out on time like he normally does I had to go to the store that night because we didn't have very much food so I went to store I got about 2 or 3 nights worth of food with enough till I get to my day off from work to go to the store and get more. That was a common occurrence so by the time I got done with the store and got home about 2:30 in the morning my wife was asleep she had been sick for about a month before this which now I have directly linked into being one of the first cases of COVID-19 in the united states'.

I came home and like I said she was asleep and I gave her a kiss like I usually do sometimes it wakes her up sometimes it doesn't this time it woke her up we start talking for a little bit I went outside and I did my usual ritual I go outside and smoke a little weed you know kind of relaxed a little bit for about 20-30 minutes yeah I went inside and cooked dinner now for a little background my wife had been sick for a while she had a heart attack November 8th in 2018 and then she had a stroke Easter Sunday of 2019 a stroke that she refused to go get taken care of even though I begged her and had other people beg her to go to the hospital she would not do it when she had the heart attack the doctor was not able to fix all the blockages to her heart because some of the arteries were too small so he told me privately that if she had another heart attack she wouldn't survive it I knew that I told her that about 3 months later so she knew but on this night I never had any dream or knowing that 2 hours after I got home from work she would be dead she had a massive heart attack I was just getting ready to start cooking dinner when she started really screaming about chest pain and I've never heard her go off like she did and even though I called 911 it still took the damn people 20 minutes to get out there otherwise I still think she'd be alive but then again maybe not so to try to make a long story short they would not let me ride in the ambulance with her to the hospital she was still coherent but when they did the ekg in the room where we were staying at I could tell the guy's eyes that she wasn't going to be much longer and I think the reason why they told me I couldn't ride with them was because for the same Theory I think that they didn't want my last memory of her to be of her fighting for her life and dying and I am thankful for that because I've had horrible nightmares about this whole thing and so after I made all the notifications and everything that day I went back to work two days later and I was told I could stay out as long as I needed to they were really really super awesome and amazing to me hell they were even responsible for giving me the money to get my wife buried because they donated money they put a pool in together to help me. The thing about it was is I don't know what upset me more the fact that I wish there was something more I could have done or the fact that I had to have a fucking cop show up to my door to tell me that she was gone even though I had already known it. So when I went back to work two days later it was very very hard because she used to work there too and she used to work at the podium on the weekends where she took the tickets and everything and told people where the theaters were and everything else and I wasn't there for 2 hours and I just doubled over it was just like a big flood of emotion but I made it that night but the hard part was with the weekends because those were the nights that she worked the most everybody loved my wife it worked up there and so I mean I didn't feel like I was so alone then the pandemic came I lost my job I lost my place where I was staying I had to go to my sister-in-law's house which was the biggest mistake of my life cuz I really found out what kind of people they were plus that's when I developed a curiosity for methamphetamine and then I met the bitch from hell not even 2 months later and keep in mind she was just supposed to be a companion we weren't like going to be boyfriend girlfriend cuz I still way too broke up about my wife's death that's all I wanted cuz I couldn't stand being lonely anymore just like I can't stand it now but she got me hooked on meth and I say she got me hooked because she kept bringing it around me knowing that I found something new that I really liked and I didn't ask her to bring it around I could have said no but this has to do with that 28 day period from June to July where she was drugging me putting the dope in my food in my drinks that's why I blame her.

Then after my ex got murdered at a house party I lost my sister-in-law and nephew and then my step daughter called me one day two weeks before Christmas to tell me that she lost her fiance her baby's daddy after he had a heart attack from A congenital heart defect that he had for 6 years the only bright spot of 2020 was my step daughter had a daughter of her own and that to this day that baby is my love bug

As where I'm at right now I'm going to be homeless by next weekend again unless I can come up with $250-300 dollars by Friday night it doesn't look like it's going to happen folks unless I can get some donations and get them quick I am taking donations right now if you can help I don't care if it's 5 10 15 20 $25 whatever it is it will help I don't expect nobody to give me the money all at once cuz I know a lot of people don't have that kind of money right now so just little donations will help right now I had to actually go to Walmart today and steal food God I hate myself for doing it I didn't get caught but still my conscience was getting the best of me for much of the evening I got enough food here to last me for 2 or 3 days if I end up getting to stay here but like I said it's not looking very good at this point I've tried local resources I've tried all kinds of Charities help and all they want you to do is hurry up and wait and I ain't got that kind of time and I told him that so I I'm asking for any help that anyone could give if I don't get if I can get at least $250 out of 400 I can go get me a motel room for the week and I'll get me by until I can come back here when my roommate comes back cuz then he'll have the money for the rent and everything else so I can come back here so I just need to really get by for a week I have not had any dope in nine days I'm going crazy but I need a place to live first before I can be doing that shit so I'll just have to deal with it if you want to help I'll give you my cash app I will put it at the end of this post for everybody so the last 18 months has not been fun I went to six suicide of Temps and I just been existing when before I had it all anyway so that's basically going to end this episode of a slice of my world I'm sorry if this was such a downer for a lot of people but you know I the more and more I feel like I tell my story easier everyday gets for me cuz I don't feel like I'm burying myself with all the emotion and having to keep it bottled up anyway I will talk to you y'all whenever I talk to you I may be on Hiatus for a little bit because I won't have a phone here after tomorrow unless I go someplace that has Wi-Fi and depending on my living situation I mean like I said I'm I'm hoping and praying somebody will be able to help out by donating a little bit of money to me so I can keep a place over my head somehow someway anyway y'all. I love you take care of yourself and I'll see you on the other side

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Waiting for you (Jodice Fanfiction) Chapter 2

A/N So here's the Second Chapter y'all. So as I said I watched both TVD and TO and this story (which is weird) doesn't match with the timeline. And If you are not into the real life thingy then I suggest you not to read this. And also the abuses are not '*' .

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The Vampire Diaries Group Chat:

Ian Somerhalder, Candice Accola, Paul Wesley, Nina Dobrev, Kat Graham, Matthew Davis, Zach Roerig, Michael Malarkey, Steven Mc.Queen, Michael Trevino.

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Ian: Knock Knock! Anyone home?

Paul: What you motherfucker?

Ian: Goodmorning to you too Paul. *Sarcastic face*

Paul: Goodmorning my ass!

Matt: Hello, Paul's Ass! Goodmorning!

Paul: God! Do you two ever stop?

Ian: I have no fucking Idea about what have I done...

Candice: God Shut up already. It's fucking 5 in the morning and my phone won't stop Buzzing. *Groans*

Ian: Finally! Hello Gorgeous. *Winks*

Malarkey: Hey Mate! That's My line! Stop Lemme say.... Hello Gorgeous!

Candice: ugh! Boys!

Steven: Uh Guys? I think Candice is right. Can we just go to sleep now?

Candice: Thank god! He didn't make every man an Idiot. Thank you, Steven!

Nina: Babe? Did you have to wake everyone up?

Ian: Sorry Baby! Just checking up on the kids.

Paul: First of all... Ew. Second of all... Ha ha ha very funny.

Candice: same pinch Paul.

Trevino: Guys can we just sleep? We have shoot tomorrow.

Ian: Uhmhmm... Bye.

Candice: Thank you and bye.

Nina: Bubbye.

Paul: ^ Why is she saying so much Thank you? But uh... Bye?

Matt: Fuck you all... Bye!!!

Malarkey: Fuck you too bye!

Steven: *sighs* Bye.

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Candice was on the edge today. She knew Julie was gonna announce who she was expecting to be on TO. She secretly wished it was Paul or Ian. Sure she would love to meet Phoebe, Daniel , Nathaniel and Claire again but she was avoiding someone and she didn't wanted to face him yet. Paul looked at Candice, " Why are you looking so pale? " She just shifted uncomfortably and answered, "I am Pale." Paul rolled his eyes. "Seriously? I mean you look extra pale..." Ian butted in. "Maybe she's wondering who's name is Julie taking... For you know... TO?!" He Smirked. He never missed a chance to tease Candice. She glared at him. "You do this because I am not interested in listening to your sex life with Nina..." She smirked. It was his turn to glare at her.

"Alright you guys!" Julie's voice called,"Gather around kids!" Paul chuckled.

"so as y'all know about The Originals crossover... So I was thinking that I will improvise the Klaroline Story more." Julie explained. Candice's face fell. Ian just patted Paul on the back. "Uhm... Julie I was thinking you were giving us the Steroline story?" She said glaring at Ian. "Yeah... If things doesn't work out... we'll see!"

Paul pretended like he wasn't there... Between the Glares and Smirks exchanged between Ian and Candice,he felt like sinking down on the Earth face.

"So....." Ian sang as soon as Julie was gone. "Asshole!" Candice whispered. Paul Snickered at Candice's Colourful words towards Ian.

"Next scene! Whitmore! Candice, Nina, Kat! Get ready..." Julie shouted.

"I'm flying off today." Julie said after the shot. "Where are you going?" Paul asked Getting ready for Silas' scene. "San Diego Comic-con... Originals." Julie answered. "You wanna take Candice?" Ian Smirked. Candice chocked on the smoothie. "Uh No ... Not Now" . Candice sighed before glaring at Ian.

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SDCC (The Originals).

The fans were screaming in the Hall. Daniel chuckled for their Enthusiasm.

"They really love us don't they?"Joseph Smiled and Charles grinned while nodding.

"So here they are! The Cast of Originals!" Andy Shouted in the microphone. "That's our cue" Phoebe said.

All sat in a row according to their name. Yusuf , Riley , Danielle ,Charles , Nathaniel , Joseph, Daniel , Phoebe , Claire and Leah. "So here we are ... The second season of Originals!!!Are you guys excited?" Andy asked grinning. "Well yeah mate... It's so amazing to see Daniel's ugly ass face everyday." Joseph butted in while everyone chuckled. "Yeah Thankyou Joseph." Daniel rolled his eyes. "Before we start the interview I would like to call Julie Plec on stage...Give it up Ladies and gentlemen!" The crowd Cheered so did Nathaniel and Daniel... Phoebe chuckled under her breath while Joseph Sighed, "Kids." which earned himself an elbow from Daniel. Julie Waved at the crowd and sat between Nathaniel and Joseph. "Hey Guys!!!!" Julie screamed at the microphone. "Hey!!!" The crowd shouted back. "Wow so many people... That's overwhelming!" Julie smiled at Andy. "Not more than The Vampire Diaries crowd. God?! I will never forget that day." Andy said excitedly. Julie's eyes widened... Seemingly remembering that moment most probably. "They came for Paul I add" Andy said. Daniel raised his eyebrow. Julie just chuckled, "No Daniel... It's just Andy is obsessed with Paul Wesley probably More than Phoebe." Joseph chuckled while Phoebe blushed. "That was his birthday and he told me later... 'Phoebe! Thousands of people just wished me birthday and I don't like birthdays! God! It was so embarassing!' and I was okay..." Phoebe chuckled. "Oh oh oh That was all Ian and Candice I tell you." Julie laughed. But she did Noticed Joseph stiffen beside her while Daniel and Nathaniel exchanged smirks. She is Julie Plec ofcourse she notices everything.

"let's start with the fans questions shall we?"Andy Asked. "There the blonde girl...you yes."

"Hi guys ... So my name is Teresa and My question for you is Will we get More Klaroline?" The crowd went crazy with this Question. "I HOPE SO!" Daniel,Nate , Phoebe and Claire literally screamed while Joseph watched them wide eyed. This is so not gonna end well.

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Second chapter complete!!!! After so long... But I'm working on the third one. Until then Bye , XOXO .

#jodice #josephmorgan #candiceking #thevampirediaries #tvd #klaroline

[goffilolo]

Demise!Izuku as a Youtuber?

Yep! You heard me right. Demise server is a strange little land, full of strange little ideas, unfortunitely this one idea in particular wasn’t so little. So without further ado here’s all the shit we came up with in the server in regards to izuku as a youtuber within demise!au:

If Izuku was a YouTuber can you imagine the fucking chaos dumpster fire his channel would be

He's be like an edgy twink Jenna marbles(edited)

Doing Me time every damn day

bandit is jennas dogs

tenya is julien

He'd have weird ass videos like dipping bandits feet in red pet dye then putting a sign on him that says "you pet and you'll meet the last person who dared to"(edited)

And he's also make videos about him breaking into UA and interrupting classes and stuff

"hey gamers, today we're breaking into UA to see my boyfriend and read all of my friend's secret files"

And a video just of him filing Aizawa in weird places and at the end putting him on an inflatable mattress and watching him float away 

He wakes up in Canada

They don't know how or why

He just attaches a go-pro to trash bandit and let's him run wild. He probably has a seriesJust letting him loose in weird places

DONT LET TRASH BANDIT EAT AIZAWA'S SLEEPING BAG AT 3AM | VERY SCARY"hey guys so today ill be doing the 'How many bottles of quil can i steal before i get caught by Tsukabitch' challange. feel free to make a video of your own!" 

He probably dyes Bandit according to holidays and puts him as the profile picture. The kicker is, he only does it for holidays that his country doesn't celebrate

Like 4th of july

And Canada day

"Hewo soulless fuckers it is me your overlord, King of the soulless fuckers. Today I'll be going up to people in the streets and telling them that I killed God and Satan. But y'all know me, that's not enough. So I'll be asking them which one I killed first and if they get it wrong I take a shot of quil. The quil I'll be taking is the plain ol kind so don't worry your little marshmallow heads about it." 

He only makes text posts in OwO speak this just makes me realise demise!izuku would make a great youtuber

He would twitch stream all the time doing the weirdest shit for hours on end

"what is up gamews! today i wiww be weviewing the new game cawwed life! i have been pwaying it fow about 16 yeaws now and i have to say it's pwetty bad my guys!"

I feel like he'd be absurdly popular and whenever someone mentions him and they look up the channel they are like "wth have I stumbled upon?!"

I'm just imagining what his front page would look like

The seasonal trash bandit profile picture, the banner would be a flaming hellscape with people he dislikes burning and trash bandit looming on low opacity in the background 

(He made it so that only people who view it on TV get the full experience.)

He probably has his own segment on buzzfeed unsolved

Not talking

Its about him

The intro video would just be him staring into the camera while mixing together a horrible concoction of quil then downing it without breaking eye contact(edited)

His about section is written in 3 different types of code and it's all in owo if you manage to crack it

i love demise|!izuku as a youtube cryptid

Clown Speak and OwO speak mixed together

I feel like in the beginning Izuku was this obscure YouTuber that you only find out about if someone in the know tells you about it until a bigger YouTuber found him out on a deep dive video and just couldn't stop watching yes

i imagine once he gets big people from react channel would invite him to react to videos of people reacting to his videos 

What if in one of his videos he started acting like his old self just to freak everyone out. He didn't say anything about it instead he talked about hero analysis with a bright smile and trail off into muttering a few times only to blush when he realized it. He have his hair in a ponytail with only bangs framing his face and some messy pieces falling out. Also her be wearing something plain but like old Izuku, maybe hero merch or something. The comment section was just people flipping out and shit

He never acknowledges the video after he made it

No matter how many comments he gets he acts like it doesn't exist

omg you know wha tthat would actually allign with the demise and canon swap places for a da

yand you know what that gives me a lot of feels

the millions of subscribers get to see the old izuku

Maybe after a milestone he would post a video he made in middle school of him analyzing a quirk in video format to make sure it wouldn't get destroyed

And he put a couple videos of younger him after it

But it starts being supporting Izuku

And his present and past self and stuff

PEOPLE MAKE FAN ART first Its all full of trash and memes

What if that picture of canon Izuku meeting demise Izuku was a fan art someone made of his old self meeting the new him 

Kids from his class kinda Piecing together they really screwed up?Some even sending in apologies, perhaps

For mental health day I could see him posting a serious video about what he went through and his time in the mental hospital 

And on national stop bullying day he would talk about his decade of abuse including the details of how the school and teachers fucked up and everything aboutbakugou

izuku using youtrube for shitposting and advocating

And for mothers day he features both Rei and Inko?

Endeavor exposure video

What if Rei helped edit or something?To help pass the time for her

Give her something to do

People love the mysterious editor

I feel like villains watch his content like maybe Dabi

rei and fuyumi sometimes make appearances

Dabi just shows up in the videos

Quickly become faves

I feel like Dabi would become a fan and start crying after seeing his mom happy in one of Izuku's videos

"...and this is rei, my hospital mom and this if fuyumi, her daughter so like my sister she helps me keep my shit together and sometimes gives me quil.." 

dabi crying from seeing his mom happy in some lunatic's youtube videos

“...and this is shin, dont let the looks deceive you this man went to jail"

Shin comes in and covers the cameras a lot

FATHERS DAY IS A PICTURE OF TRASH BANDIT WITH HIS DADS VOICE SCRAMBLED OVER IT

“and this is the local florida woman and her alligator

WHAT IF BNHA VERSE HAD QUIRKLESS AWARENESS WEEKizuku would go ape shit during that week

"who needs a quirk when my dad gave me a gun!"

He would give axe sharpening tips

"Remember kids! Society won't help you, so you gotta help yourself!"

he would make 'how to cook videos' except it would only be quil combos

What if one day he just put quil in the ovenand pulled out a muffin

Remeber, don't try this at home kids." makes A horrifying quil combo "rememer never ever do this even if you have a quirk that allows it." downs the horror concoction

"so today were gonna do my boyriend does my makeup challange and since both me and tenya are dumb and know nothing i borrowed my mums makeup..." 

It’s a given he’s gonna do makeup tutorials. The real question is would they be good or absolutely horrendous?

good or horrendous? Both

Amazing makeup at horrendous things? Hmmm interesting

“Hey guys today I’m turning myself into a real like eldrich abomination with the help of eyeliner and glitter!”

izuku has a whole playlist of videos dedicated to tenya and UA

theyre all jsut shitposty compilations of some footage when tenya isnt looking

Even tho it looks like he couldn't give a fuck he is very selective with which footage makes it online. He's very careful at how much is revealed and makes sure no students or secret identities would be in danger with his content

izuku isnt stupid...hes jsut having a good time

Sneaking into UA highschool by hiding in pro hero eraserhead's sleeping bag | NOT CLICKBAIT

Izuku would totally play carefree and childish games while just being Izuku

Like his animal crossing series

Fucking legendary on his channel in terms of gaming

izuku's sims lets play

it's like a 10 generation long telenovela lowkey based off the todoroki family

He has no straight sims, he recreated UA and class 1a in sims

the wedding of sim izuku and sim tenya is like the biggest party in the sim neighbourhood

He creates endeavor just to lock him in a room with 50 ovens

Omg his draw my life has got to be super depressing

He'd be super blunt and monotone during his whole draw my life going through all of the abuse and bullying that he went through because of his quirklessness and also his suicide attempt and all that jazz(edited) 

izuku would paint on a potato

Izuku would make a get ready with me where he does something totally batshit crazy then ends it with "Ah. Yet another day in my life."

Izuku meets Marie Kondo

“Only keep what brings you joy”

“Well this gun from my father sure brings me joy”

Knifemaking videos but with axes

Izuku decided to do a wardrobe tour and like 4 things were bloodstained which he never addressed. The most popular comment was what happened, which of course he never answered.

Izuku does these new year (like all of the questions from last year) or milestone Q+A’s/AMA's which are basically people just asking a bunch of the things he wouldn't answer or address before. A lot of his viewers write down and timestamp when he does something and doesn't address it. If you don't you'll never hear an answer.

He has his boonk gang phrase which is probably like Bandit gang or some shit like that, which he shouts while breaking into places. UA dorm rooms, UA facility office, UA, Hero Agency’s, Endeavour's bedroom (Don't ask), etc. 

He has a variety of videos where he does things from different communities. For example he has a few hair tutorial and following hair tutorial videos. Same for makeup.I feel like Izuku would also have some dresses and slutty Halloween costumes that be put on in a video all while looking like someone who just had finals and was studying for 4 days straight beforehand.

At like 4AM a thought hit Izuku to have Trash Bandit meet Kouta for the first time and learn what his sheep talks about and what he has to say. Needless to say he took his camera, went to UA, stormed the dorms, went up to the shy kid sheep in hand, looked him dead in the eye, and asked “What is my sheep saying.” bandit speaks and Kouta goes from confused and slightly scared to disgusted and horrified. What did Bandit say? Who the fuck knows…

Izuku loves analysis and while he doesn't do it for heroes anymore when he misses it too much sometimes he does it with tv shows or other things.

Idk what yet but Izuku is weirdly good at something and only showed it on camera once. (He's casually known to be a good artist) Whatever he's good at he did it once for a video and it's in one of the most popular compilation videos of him. 15 minutes of Izuku being a cinnamon roll.

Izuku has a shit ton of videos featuring the UA kids. He has some playlists dedicated to certain ones even if all you see is the back of their head.

Any proceeds Izuku manages to get (he is popular but he gets demonetized a lot) goes to different charities for the quirkless.

He made only 1 serious cooking video on his birthday, but instead of using a knife he used an axe.

He has a video called “My sharp things (tour)” where he just shows off all of his knives and axes and shit along with a massive pair of scissors he got Momo to make.

Izuku makes videos of himself destroying endeavor merch while staring at the camera.

#demise!au #bnha #youtuber!au #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #word vomit

[mobius-prime]

154. Sonic Super Special #14

Law of the Land

Writer: Evan Skolnick and Jim Spivey Pencils: Suzanne Paddock and Harvo! Colors: Josh and Aimee Ray

This is more of a silly story, which, while the timeline isn't specified, I estimate to take place sometime before Eggman's return at the beginning of the era. This is due to the fact that it begins with Sonic and Sally strolling peacefully through the forest while discussing how nothing has been going on lately, a statement which is hugely at odds with what has been going on lately. Suddenly, a zone portal opens up in front of them, and two echidnas in riot gear burst through, slap Sally knocking her out, and grab Sonic while telling him he's under arrest for "extreme mental anguish and permanent emotional scarring," which if you ask me just sounds like an average day on Tumblr. They drag him through the portal into the city of Litigopolis, and take him to the castle, where the J.U.D.G.E. - the Judgmental Unrelenting Digitized Governmental Enforcer, which of course looks exactly like original Robotnik - is to sentence him for his apparent crimes. He's greeted by Johnny Snively, the prosecutor, but luckily for him his lawyer is Sally McAcorn, there to act as his defense. It takes them ten hours in court, but McAcorn eventually manages to get him out on bail, and explains how the law became so strict in the city.

Eventually, the amount of lawsuits and crimes became so high that the king hired Robotnik Enterprises to build the J.U.D.G.E., a supercomputer which was supposed to help manage the city's legal system. It of course quickly took over, sentenced the king to life in prison for "ruler malpractice," created a bunch of new, unreasonably strict laws to keep the populace fearful and complacent, and hired a bunch of echidnas as his security force. McAcorn tells Sonic that no one has tried to shut off the J.U.D.G.E. because of their fear of said security force, which is of course Sonic's cue to race away hoping to pull off just such a scheme. However, as expected, the moment he enters the J.U.D.G.E.'s HQ…

He runs for his life, deciding to abandon his attempt for now and racing back to safety at McAcorn's residence. She's irritated at his rash decision, thinking he's only made the case for his innocence worse, even though they now have video proof from amateur videographers on the streets that the original crime he was arrested for wasn't even committed by him.

Of course it would have been Evil Sonic, zone-hopper extraordinaire. McAcorn cautions Sonic against committing any more crimes, thinking it best to lay low as committing even one more crime might cause the J.U.D.G.E. to have a massive meltdown. And thus, Sonic gets his second crazy idea of the day.

The plan works, and the J.U.D.G.E. blows up, sending Snively flying out of the building. When Lieutenant Knuckles of the police force tries to show up to arrest Sonic once more, McAcorn simply whacks him with her suitcase. Sonic worries about how he'll get home, since the technology used to create the zone portals was destroyed in the explosion, but you know who always ends up showing up when zone-hopping takes place - Zonic, of course! He cheekily sends Sonic back off to his home zone before he can get a grateful kiss from McAcorn, which is probably a good thing even though Sonic's mad about it, because… well, c'mon buddy, that may be a Sally, but that's not your Sally!

Best of Times Worst of Times

Writer: Ken Penders Pencils: Steven Butler Colors: Josh and Aimee Ray

So Knuckles' whole story has kind of been put on hold lately, due both to the cancellation of his own series, and the Sonic Adventure adaption that had been taking up all the screentime until recently. But Penders has finally found a solution to this: from now on, until the end of the fourth era (with only a few exceptions here and there between issues), Knuckles and his race get the backup story all to themselves. Karl handles most of the main stories of each issue, which all deal with Sonic and Knothole and, you know, the main thing most people are probably coming to the comic to see, while Penders gets to handle everything past each halfway mark. I would say this is mostly a good thing, as there's quite a few loose ends that need to be wrapped up from KtE, and y'all already know I quite liked that series. However, now that all of Knuckles and the other echidnas' ventures have been reduced to backup stories within the main comic, the quality of said stories begins to suffer drastically. This story is of the same quality of the original KtE, probably because it gets to be a normal story length thanks to the double length of Super Specials, but it also marks the beginning point of a pretty infamous arc within the comic, simply dubbed the Green Knuckles Saga by many fans. Wondering what the hell the Green Knuckles Saga might be? Well, we only have a few issues left before we find out - so for now, let's press on!

This story hilariously opens with an honest-to-god *record scratch* "Yep, that's me. You're probably wondering how I got into this situation" moment. A confused Knuckles finds himself running for his life from a massive, expanding orange blast of energy, which chases him all the way to the edge of his island. Having no other choice, he leaps for his life over the edge, into the ocean far below.

Well, that's probably not good. But how, indeed, did Knuckles *record scratch* get into this situation? It all began at his mother's wedding that morning. She and Wynmacher have finally gotten married, and while Knuckles is still a little torn about how to feel, ultimately he's happy for his mom, recognizing that Wynmacher really is a genuinely good guy.

Romance is in the air on this day, and Vector, predictably, has a bit of a sour attitude about it, flippantly dismissing the mood while Julie-Su happily hangs onto Knuckles' arm. They find Constable Remington in the crowd with his pretty companion Komi-Ko, but they don't get long to chat before he gets a call from the precinct, calling him back to deal with a brewing situation. While he leaves, telling Knuckles he'll call if he needs backup, we head over to Haven, where we find a very, very unexpected guest visiting.

Man, just when you thought Kenders had introduced enough grandfathers, we get one more! This guy is the father of Hawking, who if you'll remember is still lying in the medbay on life support in a coma. If you're wondering why we haven't heard of him before, it's because he apparently transcended his physical form a while ago so he could spend the rest of his "life" in quiet meditation in another zone, you know, as one does. However, just a little while ago he felt a disturbance in the Force, and realizing that Dimitri was amassing his forces for yet another attempt to take over the island and echidna civilization as a whole, Mathias just plopped himself back into the physical realm somehow so he could lead his many, many descendants into battle against the Dark Legion. I really just can't get over how this guy, never once mentioned or even hinted at before, has suddenly appeared out of goddamn nowhere to introduce the next plot hook. While this is going on, Knuckles, Julie-Su, and the rest of the Chaotix (still minus Charmy - he's really been missing for a long time now, hasn't he?) all saddle up on some streaking pashas and gallop out of the city to let off some steam. Really, now that the whole Chaos situation has been resolved, life seems positively idyllic on the Floating Island, doesn't it? After dropping Komi-Ko back off at her apartment, Remington hails a cab which just so happens to contain our old friend Harry, who is not at all happy to see him.

He tells Remington that apparently, General von Stryker has decided to organize a massive protest - meaning, since we're talking about the dingoes here, more like a riot - as apparently, conditions for the dingoes in the city still haven't improved, even despite Remington taking a personal interest. Remington is worried that with the High Council due to make a decision on the matter soon, things will quickly spiral out of control if the protest goes forward, and Harry apparently agrees, as he doesn't even demand payment for the cab ride, just telling Remington to forget he ever saw him there as Remington meets up with his men nearby. Meanwhile, we learn that Knuckles apparently didn't take everyone along on the pasha ride purely for leisure - he's in fact led them straight to the Grand Conservatory, the very place he first met Archimedes and fought Enerjak.

Well well, nice to see Julie-Su actually acknowledge the meeting she had with her adoptive father a while ago! Though it's certainly suspicious that he apparently just "disappeared" shortly thereafter… Now get ready for some rapid skipping around between characters! Knuckles isn't the only one who's come to the Grand Conservatory - Mathias has led the entire Brotherhood there, as it's apparently where the Dark Legion has holed up for now. Spectre rushes especially aggressively into the battle, with the others noting that this seems personal for him, and the entire Brotherhood teams up to begin the assault on the Legion's new makeshift base, causing them to begin an evacuation. Far away from here, Wynmacher and Lara-Le land in their personal aircraft on a landing pad at the "Albion Chalet," which despite its name is just a luxury destination on the Floating Island itself, for their honeymoon. At the same time, von Stryker leads his soldiers into their riot, firing their guns wildly into the air with the safeties off, shouting about how the echidnas aren't treating them nicely enough. Gee, I wonder why, General? Remington and his men arrive at the scene, and Remington orders everyone to hold fire, still hoping that he can convince the general to see reason. On Knuckles' side of the Conservatory, Legion members begin pouring into the room, and before Knuckles can react a group of soldiers grab Julie-Su and drag her off into one of their flying saucer vehicles, which flies away leaving the others unable to help her as they're attacked by more soldiers. And finally, back at Haven…

Man, I genuinely feel bad for Hawking - he was literally kept on life support this entire time, with obviously no hope of recovery, and he had to wait until everyone was out of the place to even be allowed to properly die. Remember, it's been nearly a year by now of him just lying on this table, with Locke even expending his own energies to keep Hawking alive at one point when he started to flatline. Julie-Su is taken to a large battleship flying just off the edge of the Floating Island, where Lien-Da gloats about capturing her and mockingly reminds her of how she's her half-sister, clearly still not over their father having remarried in the past. Geez, what a petty bitch, right?

Oh man, we finally get to see Simon again, as well as seeing Floren-Ca for the first time! Back on the bridge, Dimitri defends having had Julie-Su abducted to Moritori Rex, who has by now gotten rid of his visor to reveal perfectly normal-looking organic eyes (something which seems a little at odds with his previous backstory), saying that Julie-Su is still a part of his family whether Moritori likes it or not. Huh, didn't take you for the sentimental type, Dimitri. He then orders Moritori to fire the Quantum Beam, and it bursts out of the ship's cannons in an explosion of light, consuming every part of the Floating Island, interrupting every scene, happy and unhappy, over the entire island.

Goddamn. Honestly, this kind of reminds me of the scene from Sonic '06 where Solaris begins consuming all of time and space. Dimitri expresses regret that he had to pull the trigger with Knuckles still on the island, but ultimately recognizes that Knuckles only ever stood to get in their way, and claims that they can finally reclaim what is rightfully theirs. The ship flies off toward the island, which has begin to fade from existence as if into another dimension. No one is aware of Knuckles' survival, a lone figure floating unconscious on debris left in the waters far below…

#nala reads archie sonic preboot #archie sonic #archie sonic preboot #sonic the hedgehog #sonic super special 14 #writer: evan skolnick #writer: jim spivey #writer: ken penders #pencils: suzanne paddock #pencils: harvey mercadoocasio #pencils: steven butler #colors: joshua d ray #colors: aimee r ray

[aloftmelevar]

we need to talk about prince ivandoe

geez when was the last time i posted a full-fledged blog post myself on here

but anyways if no one is gonna get the word out then i am.

have you heard of the real 57th cartoon network original?

so basically, there's a cartoon network studio in europe appropriately named "cartoon network studios europe"

or if you wanna go the fancy route you can say "𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼" but according to the brits that apparently have 9 billion iq we are dumb and we have to have direct terms for things and watered down tomodachi life lyrics and our own measurement system, so we call it by its direct name, therefore the rest of the world has to call it by its direct name (disclaimer: thehanbaniverse knows this isn't why we call it CNSE) (well i mean GM is the street turner EMEA is on but) (why they gotta name the studio that) (if it aint on great marlborough street) (🤔🤔🤔)

it used to be called "cartoon network development studio europe" because it was gonna only produce pilots that could be turned into UK (or other parts of europe) originals. and yeah they produced pilots

that's when some dude named,,,i dunno,,,,benjam in...? bo koo leigh....?? came and made a pilot for some underground alternative show called....y'all probably haven't heard of it.....the ama zing world of a gum ball,,, ooo....

so CNSE picked it up and WOOO HOOO CN UK HAS THEIR OWN BABY (THAT THEY AIR LIKE 200 TIMES A WEEK YAY EUROPEAN TV LAWS)

(AND IT DID NOT AIR IN MAY 2008 YOU NUMBSKULLS THAT'S LIKE SAYING ADVENTURE TIME PREMIERED IN 2007 OR MAO MAO PREMIERED IN 2014 GOOGLE GNOMED YOU ONCE AGAIN)

fun fact: pinky malinky was originally gonna be The Second British Cartoon Network Show but nickelodeon intervened and grabbed the show right out of their hands and put that junt on netflix. i would've loved to make a parody weezer cover with gumball, ivandoe, pinky, and eliott but like,,,,pinky malinky,,,is now,,,the first british nicktoon,,,,oo,,maybe he can "join" weezer,,,original meme idea,,,,dont steal,,,

so CN UK caressed their baby for 8 years til they dropped it on the head and ran away from it before they could give it a good conclusion

and 2 years before that, CNSE put out a teaser for a new,,,,DANISH show?????

yeah that's right, SCANDINAVIA GANG WAS ABOUT TO TAKE OVER HOO-UGH

and this new show was called The Heroic Quest of the Valiant Prince Ivandoe (probably the longest name for a CN original ever, correct me if i'm wrong)

and by "show", i mean 10 3 Minute Shorts That Are Unlockable By Playing An Online Game That They Took Off Their Site And Is Pretty Much Unaccessible From Anywhere Not In EMEA Therefore A Lot Of People Don't Know This Show Exists And It Pisses Me Off™.

yeah :(

this is what it looks like

now before you whip out your keyboards and get ready to furiously type "GUMBALL RIPOFF",,,,please listen to what i said earlier,,,,same studio,,,,and the animators from the show made this,,,,this isn't bocquelet's baby but it's got the same animators

and like...this show was slept on the HARDEST of any other CN show and was INSANELY underappreciated. this beats sheep in the big city levels of overlooked. this is a whole new league.

like...y'all flat out forgot it existed. big time. like yeah y'all might've watched that one video vailskibum made about it but then y'all walked right off. this show has a smaller fandom than lyon mississippi and that is a whole other level of small. in fact, there's pretty much no fandom, yeah, literally no fandom. at all.

the only way i could watch it was through uploads on dailymotion (and very recently this dude on youtube has every episode uploaded atm but i can't see that lasting before 2020). no legal way i could watch the show because it also didn't come to the USA and i am so pissed about that :(

the most further west the show went was brazil and latin america in july 2018 but no new countries since...did they think americans couldn't handle how authentically scandinavian it was??? did they think we were too stupid to differentiate it from gumball??? i swear we've been screwed over time and time and time and time again by companies becuase they thought we were too stupid for more mind challenging and different stuff.

i mean look at the ico box art for US vs. EU and japan. yikes.

i'm also crazy for these backgrounds.

the thing that both CNSE shows have most in common is the mixed media animation style. however, while TAWOG just took pictures and used those as references for 3d rendered backgrounds, ivandoe literally had WHOLE SETS built specifically for certain episodes, with real tree bark used for trees and just- AAGH ITS SO BEAUTIFUL. i could understand why it's not a full series because the backgrounds themselves had so much work put into them. if they picked it up for a full series then they might've had to take the TAWOG route and make the backgrounds 3D.

after the first 10 episodes came out and europe had a huge ivandoe party in the beginning of 2018, it's as if the show just fizzled out of existence. no news, no nothing. to my knowledge, the only thing CNSE is working on at the moment is eliott from earth. but i would love to see some new ivandoe related-content, that could possibly come to the US and expand the fandom a little. even though i love TAWOG much more, i really feel like i'm the only one still thinking about this show and wishing more people talked about it. i've heard that the show just now in 2019 came to the philippines, so it still has potential to come over here (lmao just watch us be like the last country in the world for ivandoe to get to). this show had so much potential...

i'm also gonna post this on other outlets so people can see it. i don't want this show to forever be overlooked like this.

thank you for coming to my ted talk

#the heroic quest of the valiant prince ivandoe #prince ivandoe #ivandoe #cartoon network #tawog #cartoon network studios europe #this show is insanely underrated #y'all slept on this #big time

[wildroseofarran]

Winter Ball, Part II || Jaidan & Letcher

June: June felt like Cinderella. Ice princess Cinderella. Dressing on theme wasn't a requirement for the gala, but why wouldn't she? This was something that only happened once a year, and if she could go crazy with the stars and stripes on the Fourth of July, she could be ice princess Cinderella for the gala.

Now if only she wasn't worried about her men abandoning ship before they got there.

She pulled up Fletcher's name and hit 'call'.

Fletcher: June would be greeted by a cough, a muttered curse and something falling on carpet. Nothing broken, at least.

"Hey, Junebug. Sup?"

June: She laughed. Those were not very encouraging sounds. “Well hello to you, too. I can practically feel your excitement for today.”

Fletcher: "Right. Today." Luke wouldn't pass up this opportunity to see him especially dressed for the occasion.

"M'not runnin' away if that's what you're worried 'bout."

June: “I’m not worried. Just making sure you’re still on board. I know you’re not a fan of these kinds of things.”

Fletcher: "M'not gonna lie t'ya 'bout somethin' like this. M'still goin'. Luke, too."

June: "Okay. Is he excited? Are you excited?"

Fletcher: "Well, I get t'see him all dressed up. That's kinda, ya know, hot."

June: June laughed. "Yes, it is. And he gets to see you all dressed up. It'll be very romantic."

Fletcher: "Ehhh. If ya say so. Are we meetin' ya there, or am I pickin' y'all up, or...?"

June: "I figured we'd meet ya'll there. Aidan is picking me up."

Fletcher: "Yep. Still a gentleman. Y'all feel free t'drink. I'll be sober for it."

June: "You're volunteering yourself as designated driver? You don't have to. If we're in no condition to drive home we can call someone to pick us up."

Fletcher: "I wasn't gonna be drinkin' anyway. Really, the two of ya have a good time. Luke too, if he can even get trashed on wine."

June: "Okay, thank you. But if you change your mind, tell me, okay? I want you to have a good time too."

Fletcher: "Drinkin' doesn't equate a good time, Junebug. I know workin' at a bar the patrons have fooled you," he laughed.

June: "You at least have to have a glass of champagne in the honor of the season."

Fletcher: "Fine. One. Right when I walk in with ya. Okay?"

June: "Deal! I also demand at least...two dances."

Fletcher: "Two?! Ya get one."

June: "Aw, come on! What's two little dances?"

Fletcher: "Luke's also gonna want dances n'I don't dance."

June: "Then we'll space them out. One at the beginning of the night and one toward the end."

Fletcher: "...Maybe." Easier than saying no. "What time is the party?"

June: "Six-thirty."

Fletcher: "Wanna do anything 'fore then?"

June: "My sister is coming over at three to help me do my hair so I'm free until then. Whatcha have in mind?"

Fletcher: "Shit I meant from today till then. Like ya wanna hit the gym?"

June: "Oh, today! Yes, I'm free and yes, I wanna go to the gym!"

Fletcher: "What we gonna work on today?"

June: "Arms. Got inventory coming up."

Fletcher: "Want some boxin'?"

June: "Yes. Been a while."

Fletcher: "I'll come pick ya up in an hour."

June: "Sounds good. See you then!"

Fletcher: As that time rolled around, June was given a text at a red light. Just a few blocks away.

Luke: As he drove, Fletcher would be receiving multiple pictures of Luke in different outfits.

Which one? they'd ask.

Like this, or like that? This colour, or that? That, or this?

The process also included him switching between genders, trying to figure out what would be more comfortable for them both, or if it made any difference at all.

He knew Fletcher wouldn't care as much as he is making out Fletcher will care, but he's stressing! The gala's a big deal!

Fletcher: The sudden switch in genders left him at the red light a few seconds too long. Should June know? What about Aidan and the rest of the Archers? It had been something intimate between them. The idea of others knowing hadn't crossed his thoughts.

{Text: Angel} What are you feelin more a dress or suit?

Luke: Fletcher: {Text} Almost to June's I'll call you then baby

He pulled up to the side of the road and sent a quick message to June. He'd be waiting outside talking to Luke. She could take her time.

The phone was pressed to his ear, elbow on the window as he counted the rings.

June: {Text to Fletcher} AHH I'M SORRY I GOT DISTRACTED TALKING TO MY BROTHER

{Text to Fletcher} I'LL BE OUT SOON I PROMISE

Luke: It would only ring thrice before Luke answered. He sounded exasperated immediately.

"Fletcher!" he exhaled. "Hi, Beautiful. Are you with June now?"

Fletcher: "Hey, baby. Yeah, she's almost out. So..." He turned up the A/C. "So ya wanna be Light for the gala?"

Luke: "It... it isn't so much a want as it is... I don't know the people who will be there. What if being a woman with you would be easier? But then Aidan and June... I'm... I'm torn. I don't know what to do."

Fletcher: "I know m'the first t'fuckin'...not want somethin' 'cause of...the shit in my life. I know I - but a lotta people know m'with ya. I don't think m'explainin' this right. M'not afraid t'be seen with ya at the gala as ya are."

Luke: There was silence on the other end of the phone. Some rummaging, material moving. "Alright, then. I trust you."

Fletcher: "Ya wanted t'be in a dress, didn't ya?"

Luke: He laughed shyly, "It wasn't that, I just started to wonder whether things would be easier for us."

Fletcher: "Us or me?"

Luke: "Us."

Fletcher: "Things ain't been easy 'cause I'mma guy?"

Luke: "N-no but things like... like sexual things and general homophobia and... I..." he sighed and rubbed his forehead, "I just mean more convenient."

Fletcher: "... Elaborate on that first part. D'ya like sex more as a woman?"

Luke: "I thought you might, given we... clash less."

Fletcher: "I uh..." He cleared his throat. "I like - I like both." Too bad Luke couldn't see the blush.

Luke: "Equally?"

Fletcher: "D'you like both equally?"

Luke: "I wonder if such extremely different things can be compared in such a way so as to be considered equal."

Fletcher: "Thank god you're so good with words."

Luke: "What... do you mean?"

Fletcher: "'Cause you're in love with an idiot that can't talk right. I love ya male or female, baby. I can do both."

Luke: "Don't call yourself an idiot." his soft retort while Fletcher finished speaking. "That's nice to hear... but perhaps strange for anyone who might be eavesdropping."

Fletcher: "She's just comin' outside. Wanna pick this up after the gym?"

Luke: "Sure. Tell her I said hello. See you later, love you."

June: June's first word the moment she got in the car was "Sorry! Blame my brother. And me a little bit, but mostly him."

Fletcher: "Love ya, too, baby."

His phone was tossed onto the dashboard. She was given a smile. "S'fine. Was talkin' t'Luke. Ya ready?"

June: "Yep! How is he? Excited?"

Fletcher: "Ehhh a little... nervous? Two men... Uh, he also says hi."

Fletcher pulled out to the road and turned down the radio.

June: "I hope you told him no one will care. And if someone does, I'll just beat them up."

Fletcher: "Ya got the skills to," he smiled.

June: "I should hope so, by now. But seriously, tell him not to worry."

Fletcher: "I'll let him know." Miles down the road, and the ugly concrete building came I to view. This was a part of his week he looked forward to. Through the grunts of determination and twinges of pain, despite the slams of gloves against gloves and bags his mind could be quiet. A momentary sense of peace waved over his paranoia.

June: June's mind was the opposite in a way. Her mind was racing, but not in the way it usually was. It was like her thoughts were...organizing themselves.

In her head she was doing her makeup and hair and picking out jewelry and thinking up a timetable getting ready.

She had her look complete in her head by the time they were finishing up.

"God," she sighed, nearly inhaling water. "Whoever decided humans should sweat should be kicked in the shin."

Fletcher: "C'mon. It feels good. Keeps ya cool n'pheromones," he grinned. "Go home t'Aidan n'just get naked."

June: “That’s just what someone who doesn’t have to deal with boob sweat would say.” She inhaled more water.

Fletcher: "I've got tits."

June: “You’ve got pecs. Big difference.”

Fletcher: He looked between them jokingly. "Okay, so, they were bigger than yours before we started this."

June: She laughed. “Now you’re all ripped and unrelatable.”

Fletcher: "Unrelatable? You're a lioness."

June: “A lioness with uncomfortably sweaty boobs.”

Fletcher: "They got lockers n'showers here. Girls' side probably better than what I step in."

June: "I wouldn't be too sure about that. That's why I only rinse here and shower at home."

Fletcher: "Like I said, give Aidan a surprise," he laughed. "M'really feelin' them right hooks from ya. My fuckin' wrist!"

June: "If I ever do give him this particular surprise it'll be with much cleaner hair. Also thank you! I'm really excited to kick someone out of the bar. I'm gonna go rinse off."

Fletcher: "I'll be watchin' n'takin' pictures t'hang."

His gloves were stuffed back in his bag. "Same. See ya in ten minutes."

June: "You're such a good friend."

Ten minutes later, June was no longer sweaty and much happier.

"I'm so ready to get ready."

Fletcher: "That excited, are ya?" His hair still very much damp, Fletcher was in the middle of arguing with his bag for the keys.

June: "Yes! It's going to be so fun and magical."

Fletcher: "Just hope s'somethin' Luke is gonna enjoy."

June: "I really think he will."

Fletcher: "Pretty much every big event now's gotta be more elaborate n'memorable for him."

June: She tilted her head. "Why?"

Fletcher: "I did somethin' shitty on New Year’s Eve a while back."

June: "Did you apologize and make it up to him?"

Fletcher: "Tryin' all the time. It ain't what the whole relationship is or should be, but it ain't somethin' m'ever gonna, ya know, let go of."

June: "If Luke has forgiven you or does forgive you, it's okay to forgive yourself, Fletcher. I'm sure he wouldn't want you to feel guilty for the rest of your lives, especially if you've tried to make it up to him and improve. And maybe I'm wrong, but Luke doesn't seem like the kind of person that needs or demands grand gestures."

Fletcher: "Ya ain't gotta demand em t'deserve em. Aidan should be givin' ya the same."

June: "That's true but what I'm saying is, you shouldn't feel pressured to make every big event or big thing a Big Thing, you know? Aidan took me on a walk to the ice cream place and remembered what flavor I like two months ago and I haven't stopped thinking about it."

Fletcher: The Samsa snorted, wiping his mouth in an attempt to remove the smile and very much failing.

"That's all it takes, huh?"

June: She smiled. "It really is. It's not about the size of the gesture. It's the love and meaning and thoughtfulness behind it."

Fletcher: "Well, he's lucky t'have ya."

June: "I'm lucky to have him. And you and Luke are lucky to have each other. Tonight will be memorable."

Fletcher: "Alright," he jiggled the keys, "lemme take ya home t'turn into a princess."

June: "Yes, let's go. I can turn into a princess and you and go turn into a price."

Fletcher: "Ha." But he could watch Luke transform, and that would be arousing and plenty of other things.

June was dropped off just outside of her house. A quick kiss to her cheek later, and he was well on his way home.

June: June watched Fletcher drive off, grabbing her phone from her bag as she made her way inside her house.

{Text to Aidan} Hey Prince Charming :)))))

{Text to Aidan} Just got back from the gym, about to start getting ready for tonight

{Text to Aidan} You excited?!?!?!?

Aidan: Aidan blinked at the messages which seemed to come one after another. He'll never understand why people send multiple texts, but he'll endure it for her.

{Text} Why do you have so many mouths?

June: {Text} What???

#Winter Ball Pt. 2 #junelujano #fletchergoodman #mournus

[byebyechloe]

So I’ve been contemplating writing this for awhile...

about.... let’s see, I need to do the math.

we broke up January 15th.

Then we talked until, what would you say? the third Monday of February?

Yes, February 18th. I remember that night well. It shook me to the core, that's when our break up... really began to be our break. up. 

but then let me throw this at you. this low low low LOW number.

18 days. (That’s how many days you had me blocked. I’m assuming... if not less. I accidentally came up on that realization one day. So who knows.)

I took the ballsy choice of adding you back on snap, being subtle. you added me back the same night, and thats when it all began again. 

well... kinda, took us until, when? probably like 2 Fridays later? I slid into your texts to tell you about a artist I liked and thought you’d vibe too. Ironically, you already fucked with him too. 

Then that next weekend I gave you the entire snapchat tour of the 2nd Ben Rector concert we didn't attend together, but this one we had planned too...

and then I think... the next Friday is when I took a huge risk on my mental health and dropped sam off at Julies and off I was! back to the place in the middle of the damn trees, just to spend a night with you again, that I thought would just be a random hook up, and then we’d just let it all go again. but no.

I left that bed with plans to be back the next weekend, and then plans to hangout when you moved home for the “short” time you had planned before “moving away back east”, that ended up being an entire summer, and you ended up being A LOT closer than you planned when you did finally move away again in October. But this moving away didn’t happen of course, until after another big “I'm sick of you!” argument from us both (after an ironically, perfect Saturday with you. I still think about that night. so cute and romantic in the weirdest, not romantic way.) and then we talked on and off for another time. this was a little longer than 18 days, but wasn’t longer than 3 weeks. And you were back around, and I was stronger alone, but so was my strong belief in the damn signs I've been getting the last fucking YEAR of us doing this ~thing~ of ours from the big guy up there (imagine me pointing, yanno me, i’m an awkward bitch who points, bet you can imagine my torn up nails too. you always remind me to stop biting them. thanks for that.)

Oh.. yeah, hey, happy 1 year of crossing paths (again, if you count the years we didn’t really /know/ each other, but were in the same friend circle... somehow. idk.) and taking away my right to say “i’ve never fallen inlove like for real for real!” (my words, not society’s.) 

But yeah, when I sit here and type, I realize I won’t get as much out as I will whenever you give me the chance to say it all out loud (if you could be /so/ kind), but let me get to my favorite part of the last 365 days.

I’ll start with the fact that... that night.... I almost cancelled on you 3 fucking times. This was before I caught on to God’s lessons that he embedded in our encounter and friendship. Now I see this was his small beginning and it was with the fact that we both come from two different lives and backgrounds, that being symbolized by the fact that I usually eat dinner at like... 5 pm. and you are a more 7 pm guy. By 6:30 I was not only hangry, but beginning to let my anxiety and trust issues from my past start to creep in. “He is really gonna pull this? after 3 weeks of us talking? AND its the day before my birthday? how rude.” I thought. I even told my friends twice I wanted to drop the date, and they both said to do what made me happy. But yanno what I did that I never do? especially in that season of life I was in? (this was “fuck guys, none of them deserve me anyway) phase, by the way. I’m still in it, but you’re an exception.)

I just said... “no. I’ll give him 10 more minutes”.... three times. But yanno what?

It was the best decision I ever fucking made in my ENTIRE life. (other than that one time we... yanno... had sex for (my) the first time (ours together). Sorry but I mean you saw this coming right?) 

You kept me talking and laughing from the moment I walked out of my front door that night... all the way until, well, that night we broke up in January. Yet, I think you still made me giggle a few times before we finally hung the 3 hour phone call up. 

OH! Our first date was November 15th, 2018. Crazy... we broke up literally... 2 months after our first date. That’s super weird. This isn’t the first time that dates have aligned like that in my life. It’s whatever, ANYWAY. 

Back to the story! So. Yeah. Best night of my life. seriously. Going out with you that night was the best decision I ever made. It was so fun and sweet and carefree and I was so happy. 

Bro-- you make me /SO/ fucking happy.

 Even after all the shit we’ve gone through, I’d still pick you over any guy on this damn planet, and that says a lot about me considering you’re very deep into your “bachelor szn” of life right now. Which I’m happy af for you for, that is a sick time of life, and you deserve to live it. I just appreciate you keeping me around for the nights you want someone to hold and kiss and watch movies with. (the dinner was an added bonus, and very sexy. so keep it up for me pls. I promise I will reciprocate my thanks.)

But anyway. The 1st date, it was the night I think God sealed the deal of the whole “you’re gonna fall inlove with this guy when y'all kiss” thing. I never really believed in that shit, partly bc I hated hallmark movies and hated the entire feeling of love after what I thought I knew from my last big relationship before you, but I was so wrong.

I still think about our first kiss a lot, and I hate to admit that because I am not that OOZY with love and emotions. But I do. And I never realized that was the night I fell in love with you, I realized that the last night you and I stayed at Julie and Camden’s... yanno before you met some new girl and started seeing her like 3-4 nights a week? yeah same. I wasn’t a complete mess though, I worked on school and fell in love with the art of teaching, so that was cool. But yeah. That night. You and I literally had so many nights like it this summer, but, yet, THAT night is when I was trying to fall asleep and the memory of our first date was like “yo what up bitch time to relive this day again.”

and I did. and it was amazing. and then when it got to that kissing part (Sam was so annoyed by us, I think. I don’t really remember. it was THAT good of a kiss my dude.) I really realized that is when I began to believe in the fact that a man could possibly love me, or care for me, or just like me again. I was so happy. 

I have learned so many lessons from this whole 365 days (and counting) experience. Let me explain.

- be patient. (THIS was the biggest and hardest one, and its ongoing. I want to say I’m doing better.) I've had to really stop myself from getting upset and remind myself, “God wouldn’t keep him around in my life like this if he didn’t have a reason too.” He’d give me all the signs to leave. I’m not too blind to look at both sides, I just see more promise in the good side than to be dramatic and listen to the bad side. I see dedication and hard work on the good side. 

- be trusting. (Now I know you get me when I say, trust issues take up your whole damn life. Maybe not as much anymore because we both are/have gone through the stage of life where you learn “people only take as much as you give. So give a little at a time.” which is what your doing now, and is what I learned to start doing... then I met you and ended up dumping all my trust into you. but not in the way you may think, it has taken this entire year for me too. so you’re welcome). I have really started seeing how much I trust you, and how much you deserve it. But I won’t lie and say there aren’t times you don’t deserve me, and I KNOW that. But I refrain from screaming it at you, because.... what is that going to help at this point? The time isn’t here yet, if it ever comes, but if it does, you’ll know I’ve waited to say it, followed up with the whole hearted reason I never let it be why I gave up, because I never will give up on you.*

* When you and I started dating (11...24...18.... yeah. you get why I put it in numbers, right?) You told me in text that night to not give up on you, because you’re still young and still learning. I said I understood and wouldn’t, because you made me (and still do) the happiest girl on this earth. no cap, boo. You also said it and say it almost every time you are drunk and next to me in bed. “Don’t give up on me baby. please.” and my most favorite time, which was Christmas, “Don’t give up on me baby and I swear, I’m going to make our life together so damn great.” and yanno? I still believe it. and Always will. (scouts honor, boo.)

- Be understanding. (This one is gonna get deep.) So, I know, most movies will show you a girl who is a friend of the girl in love, or the guy who is the best best friend of the guy who is also in love tell one of the two that they need to just man up and say how they feel to the other one, even if that other one doesn’t want to believe it. Or better yet, tell the person THEY don't see how inlove they are with a person. Now I won’t sit here and act like I haven’t wished I could come across you with the desire in my heart to just tell you “don’t you see how fucking perfect we are for eachother?” because thats not realistic. That would of pushed me away from any man (and actually has before) who said it to me. SO WHY would I ever try to make someone push you to believe it? Let alone myself? You will realize it yourself someday, or maybe a friend will notice it and mention it to you, but I won’t ever be the one to tell you I think you are dumb for not seeing our potential. I’m fine with waiting until you figure it out. As far behind as you are in the feelings and independence stage in life... emotionally... I am in the independence and living stage... physically. We just did things backwards. 

This is getting long (if it wasn’t a surprise) but...

I love you, boo. I always will, and apparently have since the first night you took me to chilis. So let’s just say this has been a wild year, but I can’t wait for the rest of the others. 

Have fun with whatever/whoever you’re doing, Hope to see ya soon and get my face wash back that I “forgot” two weeks ago.

love, 

your future wifey, hehe. ;)

jk.

love always, Chloe. (or when you like to make me mad, Coco.)

#jeff #cbjournals

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Someday Darling (Part Twenty-Six)

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Summary: Leaving LA to go to New York to spend time with your brother might just be the worst/best decision of your life.

Words: 1,902

Student!Sebastian x Reader ; Actor!Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: SWEARING ; FLUFF ; PREGNANCY

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The next day I knew that it was going to be a rough one. After Seb and my sex round, I knew I needed sleep to help me get through what was coming. I woke up later that morning to find Seb's spot cold as ice and laughter drifting from the kitchen. I scrunched my nose, in curiosity, and slipped my clothes back on. I skittered down the hall, finding Seb, Chris and Penn sitting around the table as Mikayla cooked, yet another big breakfast. Seb rose to let me sit, "Morning, mama."

I shook my head, face disgusted. "Too soon, Seb." I sucked in a breath. "Chris."

He smiled at me, his eyes warm. "Hey, doll."

I felt tears prick my eyes. "Chris, I'm so sorry."

He stood, coming to me. "Doll, no need to cry. Listen, I overreacted. I know you didn't purposely get pregnant and certainly not to hurt me. It's okay."

Tears sprung free, rolling down my cheeks. "I don't know what to do." I whispered. "What am I supposed to do?"

He pulled me into him, kissing the crown of my head. "(y/n), it's not my call to make. But first, we need to get you to a doctor."

Seb nodded behind him and smiled. "I told Chris just a few minutes ago that I made you an appointment for this morning. We're all going to go; you, me and Chris."

I snuffed and stepped away. "The three of us?"

Chris nodded, smiling. "Sebastian understands how important you are to me and was willing to let me in on this. It's at 11:30."

I looked at the clock, 10:49. "Shit, we won't make it on time if we don't leave now."

Seb nodded, "I know baby, just calm down. We were waiting for you to wake up. Chris, meet us down in the lobby will you?" Seb came to me and pushed me towards the bedroom, where magically clothes had been laid out for me at the end of the bed. "Get dressed sweetheart, meet me by the door. (y/n), I love you."

I smiled tightly, "Love you too."

I got dressed and followed Seb to the elevator, slowly making its way down to the lobby. "Chris is being way to chill about this."

Seb laced our fingers together, "'I know, babe, but don't push it. We're lucky he's holding it together as is."

We hailed a taxi and 35 minutes later, we were in the hospital waiting room. I sat between the two boys, holding Seb's hand and resting my head on Chris's arm. An older lady with black hair and mocha skin came out and called my name. She looked between the men, "Uh, who's the daddy?"

Seb stood slowly, smiling. "I am."

The nurse, probably fifty-five, looked at me and winked. "Good choice, sweetie." My face flushed a deep red and I noticed Seb was rolling his eyes. "Y'all follow me please." She stopped and looked at Chris, "Who are you here with?"

He stood, "Uh, with them. I'm the girl's ex-boyfriend."

She looked from me to him and then to Seb. "Damn girl, okay. Uh, you come with me. Son, I'm a big fan but you'll have to wait here."

He nodded and sat down. "I'll be right here, sweetheart."

Seb and I followed the nurse into a small room, gray paint on the walls, bare except for a large portrait of the statue of liberty. She sat me down on the black bench, covered in parchment paper. It crinkled under my weight and Seb sat in the chair beside me. He laced our fingers together. "It'll be okay, baby."

I nodded. The nurse informed us that the doctor will be with us shortly. She exited the room and Seb pulled me down onto his lap. I pressed my cheek to his chest, soaking in his sweet smell. He smelt like vanilla, a bit of sweet juice, the ocean and warmth. Literal warmth. "Jesus, you smell good."

He chuckled, "That's good considering I still haven't showered since our crazy sex this morning."

I scoffed, "Fuck, well, I guess sex smells good on you then." I kissed his lips and he pulled me closer. He placed a gentle hand on my back, and the other to the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair. Half way through our wicked make-out session, the door started to open and I jumped off of him and onto the table. From the look of the doctor, my hair must've been a mess because he smiled and looked down at Seb who was wiping lip gloss off his mouth.

He introduced himself, "My name is Dr. Moretz, you're (y/n)?" I nodded. He looked at Seb, "You must be the dad."

He nodded and reached his hand forward. "Sebastian."

"Nice to meet you." He gestured to me. "I'm just going to ask you a few questions and then we'll take a look." He cleared his throat. "When were you expecting your period?"

I lifted my eyebrows, "Uh, roughly ... 5 days ago."

He nodded, jotting some notes down. "How many times have you had intercourse without protection?"

I scoffed, "With him or in general?"

He smiled, "With your current partner."

"Oh, uh, I don't really know. Like, not often, maybe like 5-6 times."

He nodded. "Okay, how many time have you had intercourse, with your current partner, in general?"

I bit my lip, "Roughly 35 times in the past two months."

Sebastian scoffed beside me and ran his hand through his hair. He raised his hand. "Doc, I have a question. Uh, is there any restrictions she's suppose to be on, sex wise?"

He smiled, "Actually no. Your baby is well protected in your uterus by the amniotic fluid that surrounds it.. So intercourse will do no harm." He looked back at me. "What kind of symptoms have you had?"

"Uh, my breasts hurt, I'm tired all the time. I pee more than I drink, I was sick quite a bit, not throwing up as much now, my mood and hormones are all over the place, and headaches." I rubbed my temples, out of habit.

Dr. Moretz smiled and wrote something else down. "Okay, I'll get your weight now, to measure the baby's growth. Just step over onto this scale, please." I stepped on it, he smiled and wrote it down. "Perfectly healthy for a girl your height. Thank you."

I sat back down and Seb was standing now, rubbing my back gently. "You okay?"

I nodded, "Yeah, fine baby, uh, my back is hurting that's all."

The doctor stood, twisting a blood pressure wrap around my arm. "Stay still please." He pumped a few times, and I held my breath. He smiled, "Pressure is perfectly normal for a woman at your stage of pregnancy, 120/80, lovely." He jotted it down and sat back into the swivel chair. "Okay, next let's discuss your diet. What have you been eating?"

Sebastian scoffed, "She's been eating like 3 day old Thai food, hamburgers, hot dogs, crap ton of ice cream. I tried making vegetables one night but she didn't touch them."

The doctor smiled, lips tight. "Okay, well first of all, all that has to stop, mostly. For the first 12 weeks of pregnancy, we recommend that you take folic acid at 5mg everyday. You can find this in some food as well, like, spinach, radish, coriander, mint and lettuce. Uh, carrots, cauliflower, broccoli, beans, peas, corn, cabbage. Some fruits include avocado, pomegranate, oranges, strawberries. Nuts are good too; peanuts, walnuts, and almonds. Some drinks, obviously water, recommended at 12 glasses a day but if you don't feel like that, coconut water, skimmed milk, banana shakes. They are all good for you.  Also, let's discuss some blood tests that you'll need to get done. I have written them down for you." He handed Sebastian a piece of paper. "We'll check your blood type, iron levels, Rhesus factor, blood sugar. Also for hepatitis B, HIV/AIDS and syphilis. We'll screen for thyroid problems, rubella known as German measles. We'll screen for abnormalities, check for CMV, hepatitis C, HSV, Toxoplasmosis."

I looked at him in horror. "That's a lot of stuff."

"Yes, it is but we want to make sure your baby is healthy as a horse. Any questions?"

"Uh, yeah, what position should I be sleeping in?"

He chuckled, "Anything is fine, just as long as you're comfortable." He sighed, "Uh, now we'll just have to pick a date for you're ultrasound."

Sebastian shook his head, "We are wide open, I can study from home and take classes online. What do you have free Doc?"

He nodded, "How about July 21? That's 3 weeks from now." Seb nodded. "Perfect. Uh, between now and then, if you want to make appointments for those screening test, that would be helpful." He scribbled on his notepad. "This is your prescription for prenatal pills and folic acid. Now, I'll check your uterus and see where the baby's at."

He laid me down on my back, asking Sebastian to have a seat. He pulled on white rubber gloves and spread my legs. I felt his fingers trail up inside of me and move around slightly. He pulled out and removed the gloves. "Everything feels fine, you baby is about the size of a raspberry right now. If you experience any discomfort or are concerned about anything at all, we have a 24/7 helpline, feel free to call." He sat me up and scribbled again on the notepad. "You're both free to go." He exited the room.

Seb helped me off the bench and out into the waiting room. Chris was sitting there, talking to a young lady. He caught sight of me and excused himself. She looked disgusted but stomped off back towards her, I suspect, baby daddy. He hugged me, "What's the news?"

Sebastian smiled, "Everything is good, baby is healthy. Ultrasound is July 21, gonna check for the gender." He smiled. "I'll be right back, need to make appointments for all this blood test shit." He kissed my lips quickly.

Chris rocked on his heels, ducking his head to meet my eyes. "I won't be here for that."

I nodded, "I know."

"I'm still going back.. Back to California."

I sniffed, "Chris, I know."

He bit his lip, "You make a decision?"

I shot my head back, "You fucking serious? Chris! I'm fucking knocked up with my boyfriend's baby and you're asking me to run away with you? What the actual hell man?" I stepped away from him. I must have yelled a tiny bit because people were staring at us now, including Sebastian.

One girl leaned into her mother, "That's Chris Evans. Like the actor. Who's that girl with him?"

I looked her dead in the eye, "Sweetheart, if you're going to whisper, make sure it's a fucking whisper. I’m his ex-girlfriend.."

Sebastian was over to us now, "Uh, guys, everything okay?"

I shook my head, "Not really, Seb. Chris just asked me if I would run away with him back to fucking California with your baby inside of me." I stepped away, walking towards the exit.

When I turned around to yell at Seb to follow me, all I saw was his fist connecting with Chris's face, knocking him out cold. "Fuck you, Chris Evans."

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