#I MISS HIM SO BAAADDDDD

[hellodaekko]

cutie listens to lover, you should've come over by jeff buckely on repeat in their bedroom while staring at their ceiling since their break with Geordi and continues to do so even after reconciling with him. It helps them sleep much faster than they can without it, but when they're laying next to him they're out like a light within minutes, no emo music necessary LOL.

also while they're doing better mentally, they are deathly afraid of using their powers even at Geordi's request. They've grown enough to admit that to Geordi upfront, and reassures him that it's nothing that he's said or done to make them feel that way-- they just have a habit of taking things to extremes (something they learned growing up in their very dysfunctional family) and that includes completely forgoing their powers unless they're working. They're working through it with their therapist but they ask he be patient with them in the mean time and ofc he obliges when they finally are comfortable enough to start using them again, they initiate by saying "knock knock" to let Geordi decide if its a good time or not. Geordi will say "ding dong" if he's initiating. They giggle about it regardless if its a yes or no because it sounds so silly and juvenile, but it makes their hearts swell when they hear it so they continue. If they're in a public setting and they want access they'll squeeze the others hand three times. If its a no, its a single finger tap but if its a yes its three hand squeezes back.

I miss my wife tails i miss him a lot

[otherpeoplesheartachept-2]

Nightman (T) chapter 2/2 1k

Summary: Simon’s come up with a brilliant song, but Penny and Agatha refuse to perform it for a musical assignment. Perhaps Simon’s roommate/enemy/boy who inspired the song can help his musical dreams come true.

Or, a cracky fic where Simon writes the nightman song from It’s Always Sunny in Philidelphia. Inspired by @facewithoutheart​‘s post

Read 2nd chapter below or the complete fic on ao3

LIVING IN A WORLD OF DARKNESS

The betrayal stings, I won’t lie. Penny and Agatha just don’t understand me. And now I’m left without a group, and a song that apparently sucks… I really thought it was good.

I’ve been mopping in my room with the curtains drawn and the lights off. I snuck up a school keyboard and have been messing around with it, trying to think of a new song I can perform by myself, but my mind keeps wandering back to my first song. And to last month when Agatha broke up with me, and Baz’s mother, and Baz. I still don’t know where he was all those weeks, why he wasn’t here. I should know what he’s been up to, I should know what he’s doing at all times. Especially now that we’re on a truce; he should be telling me things. This dark ugly feeling twists up inside of me when I remember come summer, I'll be back to never knowing where Baz is or what he's doing.

I try to push it out of my mind. (It doesn’t work.)

“They took you Nightman and you don’t belong to them,” I sing sadly, trying out different chord progressions. “You left me in a world of darkness. And I miss you, Nightman, so baaaddddd.”

I slam the keys–it’s all shit! I’m never gonna finish the project in time.

Just as I bury myself deeper into my blankets I hear the door creek open.

“Snow?” Baz asks, stepping into the room.

I just grumble from my bed, still hidden in blankets.

“What’s with the keyboard, and the… darkness?” he asks. If I didn’t know better I’d think he was concerned. But Baz doesn’t care about me, so that wouldn’t make any sense.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, avoiding his questions. “Thought you had a violin lesson.” I peak my head out from my blankets and see he’s holding his violin case at his side.

“Ended early,” he says, placing the instrument on his bed. “I need to catch up on Ms. Lyra’s song assignment.”

Baz has never had to catch up on anything; he’s always ahead in all his classes. Where was he? What could he possibly have been doing that would keep him from his education?

“Welcome to the club,” I say with sarcastic cheer.

“What happened with Bunce and Wellbelove?” he must know, he was in the classroom when they asked Ms. Lyra to switch groups.

“They kicked me out of their group and said my song was terrible... maybe it is,” I sigh, flopping back onto my mattress, “maybe I’ll fail this class, and every class, and then I’ll die fighting The Humdrum so no one will really care about my marks anyway.”

A tense silence follows my outburst.

“Right, that’s enough pessimism,” Baz declares, moving to my side of the room and pushing open the curtains.

The light makes me wince.

“Come on, Snow. I can’t have you dying of melancholy before I have my chance to kill you.”

I push myself up to argue with him, but the soft orange light shining on Baz’s face catches my attention. He looks so beautiful in this moment. His hair falling softly around his face, grey eyes tired but mesmerizing. His pale skin looks so soft in the glow of afternoon sun–I wonder, maybe for the first time, what it would be like to touch him with gentleness instead of violence.

That's not true though, I've had thoughts like this before, but I've never let them surface. I can't like Baz–he's evil, a dark creature. But standing here like this it's hard to believe that. It’s like, maybe we don’t have to fight. We already have a temporary truce, he’s trying to help me out of my current sad state, maybe we could make it permanent. Maybe instead of a Nightman he's, he's

“What is going on… up here,” I point to my head, a new song idea rushing in with this revelation.

“I never know, Snow,” Baz responds.

“Here, I’ve got it! We could join forces!” I exclaim, finding the chords I need for this new, better song.

“Okay,” Baz says tentatively.

“Dayman!” I sing the first word confidently.

“Dayman?”

 “Fighter of the Nightman! / champion of the…”

“Sun,” Baz provides, following my melody. It’s brilliant.

“He’s a master of spellwork and friendship…?”

“Yeah,” Baz encourages me, tapping his foot to my rhythm. “Friendship for everyone,” he adds on.

I love it.

“Dayman!” we sing together, then Baz adds a little ah ahh aah that fits beautifully.

“Fighter of the Nightman / ah ahh aah / champion of the sun! / ah ahh aah / he’s a master of spell work and friendship for everyone.”

“Dayman!” I start the verse again, but Baz has pulled out his violin.

“Fighter of the Nightman!” I continue. Baz compliments my voice with a lovely harmony on his violin. And he plays the notes for his ah ahh aah on his strings.

“Champion of the sun,” I sing, lost in the sight of Baz playing his instrument. He stands tall with his eyes closed, feeling the music. He looks so at peace when he plays.

“He’s a master of spellwork and friendship for everyone,” my voice goes quiet on the last line, fingers no longer pressing any keys–I’m too focused on Baz. He plays a few final notes, then slowly opens his eyes to look at me.

I’m suddenly filled with this inexplicable emotion. I smile at Baz and he offers me a small smile in return. My heart beats faster, my cheeks warm. I feel so good–in that way only beautiful music can make you feel. I want to hold on to this forever. I want to kiss Baz, for making this wonderful song with me.

Wait, I want to kiss him??

Yeah, I want to kiss Baz.

It’s a new, strange thought, but before I have time to think about it anymore, his cool lips are pressed against mine. I can’t say who started the kiss but I make damn sure to continue it.

The position is a little awkward—him standing and me kneeling on my bed, reaching up for him, but I couldn’t care less. My heart explodes as his soft lips slide over mine. My breath hitches at the light scratch of his stubble against my chin.

I press into him further, desperate to show him how I feel. He hums against my skin, and I’d give up all the music in the whole world just to hear that pleased noise again.

I move to deepen the kiss but lose my balance and have to break the kiss to catch myself from tumbling off the bed.

The moment is gone, but Baz looks at me with something I’m almost brave enough to call love.

I offer a smile and he returns the favor.

“Yeah,” Baz’s smile widens, and I swear the sun shines a little brighter. “Yeah, I think I am.”

Okay. Okay.

“Are you, I-I mean, are you feeling what uh I’m feeling,” I ask, suddenly nervous. 

I look at his lips, wondering if I can kiss him again—if that’s a thing we do now.

“We’re going to do great on this Lyrical Spells assignment.” His grey eyes flick back up to mine.

Baz smirks, and I know I just convinced myself that he’s not evil, but it’s a downright wicked smile.

A freezing chill runs through my body.

“Right, yeah, the uh-” I can barely form a sentence. There’s magic leaking out of my ears. “The assignment… that-that’s exactly what I was thinking! Yep!” Definitely no thoughts about running away with Baz Pitch, building a life with him as my boyfriend, forgetting about the whole World of Mages and the stupid bloody war. No thoughts about spending the rest of my life snogging my arch enemy. That would be insane of me.

“I was also thinking you should kiss me again,” he whispers, stepping closer.

Maybe we’re both a little insane.