#while Michael believes he’d been awful

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael and Vanny had wild teen years in FNAF

[pastelwitchling]

              The first time Alex had seen Michael’s scars, he’d lain the cowboy down on the bed and kissed the spots with a bare brush of his lips that had Michael’s head spinning.

              “You don’t have to,” he’d started weakly, too busy arching his back as Alex’s tongue swiped across his naked skin to finish the argument, the rest of his thoughts turned to fog.

              The scars had not come from a good place, and every time Alex caught sight of the faint pink marks, long-hidden beneath a smattering of chest hair, he held Michael like he was precious and kissed the marks until Michael forgot his own name, let alone any of the bad memories. Yes, the scars had not come from a good place, but damn it if Michael didn’t love the attention they brought him.

              No one else had ever known what to do with Michael’s injuries, what to do with the nightmares foster parents who had no business being foster parents had inflicted, what to do with Michael’s broken mind and broken body and broken skin. Maria had tried to get him to talk about it, like it would somehow bring them closer together, even though he doubted she’d ever know what to do with the information either. And while Michael knew it had come from a good place, he’d always felt pushed into something he wasn’t ready for and didn’t want. Alex didn’t force him to talk. Alex just kissed him and protected him and loved him.

              Alex shared pieces of himself that left him raw and vulnerable until Michael knew his own haunted mind was safe here, too. Alex, who never let the world in past the surface, let Michael in to his core. Michael wanted so badly to be worthy of that.

              “I love your body,” Alex murmured against Michael’s nipple, his hand drawing lazy circles in the trail of hair leading down Michael’s abdomen, nestling his fingers in the wiry hair between Michael’s legs and pushing an unsteady sigh past Michael’s lips. Nothing Alex ever said felt like consolation or sugarcoating, mostly because Alex didn’t seem to see the point in lying.

              If he told Michael he loved him, it was because he did. If he told Michael he was gorgeous, it was because he genuinely believed Michael was. Alex’s honesty was always a bit intoxicating.

              “I love your body,” Michael murmured, running a hand down Alex’s naked spine, too in awe of his perfect husband and his perfect back and his perfect shoulders to take notice of the way Alex seemed to whisper the words into Michael’s own skin.

              “You’re so beautiful,” he said, faintly kissing one of Michael’s ribs before moving further down. The setting sun peeked in through the drawn curtains, leaving a beam of light along the bed. It lit Alex’s hair and as Alex’s mouth closed over Michael’s skin. Michael watched as the sun hit his eyes and left a line of bright hazel and gold against the dark brown. His heart pounded as Alex slid further down, down, down. He slid a hand into Alex’s hair, heat pooling in his gut as Alex’s tongue licked a long line across his hip, his legs instinctively spread wide as his husband slid in between them.

              They’d been at it for hours, a rare lazy day when Alex hadn’t wanted to get out of bed in the morning and Michael had been all too happy indulging him. Then an hour’s indulgence turned to two, then three, and now they were nearing the evening, and it looked like they were getting ready to start all over again.

              Michael loved his life. Alex’s hands stretched up his body, fingers spread out to touch as much of Michael as he could. His fingers stopped at the scars, rubbing them softly until Michael was arching his back and begging for more of Alex’s tongue. Alex reached up only to pinch Michael’s nipples, his mouth closing over Michael’s cock and taking him to the hilt before he was lowering his hands back down to the scars.

              All the hate that put these here, Alex seemed to silently promise with every touch, I’m going to love you until they can’t hurt you anymore.

              Michael couldn’t take it. He couldn’t take the fierce, protective look in Alex’s eyes as he watched him, as he alternated between twisting Michael’s nipples and rubbing the scars, as he swallowed Michael down as eagerly as though he was always dying for a taste of him. His body damp and his chest heaving, he thrusted up into Alex’s mouth. Alex hummed, sending vibrations throughout Michael’s body that had his mouth hanging open.

              Michael grabbed fistfuls of Alex’s hair, thrusting with renewed vigor into his mouth as Alex continued to touch him in ways that kept him incapable of more than cursing and breathing Alex’s name. The heat in his gut turned hotter and hotter and hotter until Michael came without a warning, his body shuddering harder as Alex grabbed his thighs and pulled him in even deeper, swallowing him down.

              When Alex finally pulled off, kissing Michael’s thigh before he dragged his body up Michael’s, Michael found his eyes darker and hungrier than they’d been this morning.

              Chuckling lazily and out of breath, Michael wrapped his arms around Alex’s shoulders. “You sure you don’t only love me for my body?”

              Alex bit his lower lip as he grinned, wide and wild, before he grabbed Michael’s thigh and hitched his leg up around his own waist. Michael’s smile fell on a gasp as he felt Alex’s hard length press into his own, feeling, as he only ever did with Alex, like the sexiest man in the world.

              “Spread your legs,” he said in a voice like gravel, “I’ll show you how much I love you.”

              Okay, Michael thought dizzily, spreading his legs even further as Alex lined himself. For Alex, he really wouldn’t mind taking second place.

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I honestly have no idea what this is. I was given the word scars, and this is what I got. Happy malex Monday ❤️

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: The Truth Remains

Raphael had been the third angel ever created, and he’d raised himself first with Michael’s clumsy help. Then he’d turned around and raised three more siblings, and loved them all so fiercely it hurt. He'd loved Aziraphale too, more than either of them really knew. And then, he fell. He lost everything. The bond he held with his siblings was ripped away, leaving an aching, empty void. And while he still has Aziraphale, the angel doesn't recognize the archangel who taught him how to care about the Earth. And Crowley refuses to tell him who he was, or how Aziraphale's voice is the one thing that can soothe the ache in his soul that wants, so badly, to feel a connection again. A story through the ages as an angel and a demon come to terms with their shared past.

Length: 200,154 words

AO3 Rating: Mature

Best for: At Home, Angst, Through the Ages, Canon AU

Triggers: Violence

Read it here, fic by WanderingAlice

*Minor Spoilers* This story is gorgeous. It is bittersweet and melancholic, and if you haven't read this one yet I think it's a must read. Crowley in this story is actually the supposedly dead Raphael. This is not a story that just drops that fact into the established canon like an Easter egg. This is a full canon AU. All the events we're familiar with will happen, but the context has completely changed. I will leave all the major details for you to learn. Just know that it will break your heart over and over again.

This is a Crowley centric story. It will unravel his history as Raphael and the relationship he had with his siblings and Aziraphale. He is a very wounded and guarded thing here. And lethally protective of Aziraphale, which surprised me. The thing is, Aziraphale knew Raphael and had loved him in Heaven. Now he is haunted by the guilt and grief he feels over losing him. How awful it is for Crowley to have his love grieve for him and be unable to say, "I'm here, I'm not gone," Remember, I said this would break your heart.

You can expect a very somber Through the Ages tale here. Not that there isn't lightness, but it's not a silly story. Its contemplative and the periods of time we visit are very painful for Crowley. This Crowley is very empathetic, doing whatever he can to save and heal the humans around him. There is a beautiful scene involving Crowley and Jesus here. It gives them more of a relationship than the canon hints at and it’s gorgeous. He pushes Crowley to believe that maybe this was all meant to be, that Crowley is still a part of God's love and plans. Despite all his resentment for her, Crowley still desperately wants answers and to feel God's love. It is the love an abused child feels for their mother. There's also some really touching moments with Eve, and what he told her before she took the apple. I haven't seen that particular scene in fanfic often. Maybe I'm missing them, but this is the standard I will hold anything else to.

This story is completely safe in public if you wish, but I think it's best for at home. It's a more poetic prose that you'll want to pay attention to. When I tried reading it at work, it was a lot harder to fully immerse myself. I hope I didn't make this story seem like a downer. It's really not! It's beautiful and slow, and had some excellent insights into Crowley's psyche. There are more stories in this series, but I have not read them yet. I'm sure I'll get to them because I definitely will want to return to this world.

Read it here, fic by WanderingAlice

[lovealwaysmichael]

Nosey press (Micheal Clifford x reader)

Cw: mentions of ed, sh, depression.

disclaimer: my first language is not English, I’m Vietnamese living in Australia so although I’m fluent, I still make mistakes!

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“So, a fan tweeted something.. ‘obscure’ about you.” The interviewer poked at you with his words; commenting on something he shouldn’t have even brought up.

You blanked him. Your stare glared daggers into his soul, unfortunately letting him run his mouth a little further. “Do you have any comments on your disgraceful actions?”

“Which actions?” Genuinely you had little clue. Multiple posts were spread recently; all of which could be painted as disgraceful with the wrong interpretation.

He shook his head “The colourful scene plastered about between you and Michael Clifford?” He spoke as if it was obvious, yet still as if you yourself had no recollection of the events.

Though you did. - in fact it felt like it had only happened yesterday, so stuck into your mind you doubted you could ever forget it.

Michael frowned, taking your hand in his. “You don’t have to do that to be beautiful, baby.” He sighed; his eyes weren’t full of what peoples typically where. No pity, just love. Love and empathy. “You’re beautiful no matter what.”

“I wish I could believe that.. but I don’t see what you do Mike.” You huffed out a breath, cold night air leaving you able to view your own breath.

He intertwined your fingers, lightly swaying your arms between you. His gentle touch was all you needed in that moment. Yet you felt bad, you just told the boy about your relapse.

The awful escape you’d used all those years back had finally had a reason to bring you back to it. Hate was getting too much and it felt like you were your helpless highschool self being bullied all over again.

back then Michael had saved you from that dark space, your only friend. He’d kissed the scars on your skin, not putting pressure on you to stop, no ‘stop for me please’ no gross grimace, just a simple ‘I’m always here for you, I hope you know that.’

He was what pulled you out of your eating disorder, the thing that taught you it was okay to eat again.

You wished you hadn’t relied on him so much, but he did the same to you, it felt balanced, yet also so very unbalanced. “But it’s not just me, honey. So many people see that you’re beautiful, there are healthier ways to deal with this- talk to me, please.” He stopped in his tracks, just outside the target closest to your house. “I don’t want to risk losing you again.”

Luke had let you know a while back Michael’s thoughts when you’d been hospitalised due to your self-harming, when you’d lost so much blood he had to hold a towel to your wrists as he waited for the ambulance to come, watching his whole world slip in and out of consciousness.

Luke said he’d never seen the boy so distraught, that Michael simply sat in the corner of the waiting room, asking Luke why he wasn’t enough, why he hadn’t realised what was going on.

It broke you, it did. Even now, thinking about Michael’s thoughts on this subject hurt you, but you couldn’t change it. “You won’t.”

“but I could.” He placed a hand on your cheek, letting go of the grip he had on your hand. “And I don’t want that.”

You didn’t want to talk anymore, not on this subject anyway. So you pressed your lips against his. He kissed back straight away, backing you up into the wall, turning his head to deepen the kiss

This was what the paparazzi had caught. An innocent moment (barely even a make out) between two partners after a sad talk.

Photos taken and used out of context to make you both look bad. Being famous was hard. Of course not in a ‘oh woe always me’ kind of way, but more a ‘lack of privacy’ kind of way.

Not being able to do anything at all without somebody making you look like an awful person really sucked.

“How about we talk about the album instead?” You smiled fakely, letting the interviewer’s face drop. “You know, the thing this interview is meant to be about?”

“So that’s it? You won’t apologise to your fans for what you did? You’re evil, everyone knows you are. You-“

-Were leaving, that’s what you were. You pushed up off the chair and made your way across the room; the interviewer still yelled despite you not being in the room.

”you handled that better than I would’ve.” Michael smiled, greeting you as you entered the room he was in. He kissed you softly.

“I do try.” You grinned “god though. I really wanted to punch that guy.” He laughed, that was his partner. The person he fell in love with.

“yeah, I could tell.”

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[abnormalityjoseph]

Corey Cunningham • Romantic Headcanons

General Stuff

- He’s just a silly guy. Who doesn’t love a silly guy?

- First meetings? He was probably awkwardly keeping his head down as he passed by.

-> Met during your school years? You probably saw him in the halls. Maybe he was a bit scared to talk to you.

> You may have gotten some anonymous love poem or something of the sorts from him as well.

- Just know that you probably had to make the first move to even start a platonic relationship, let alone a romantic one.

-> Friends to lovers? Aw that’s cute. You’re still gonna have to make the first move.

- Even as friends you guys had hangouts, movies and whatnot. Now they’re cute, stay-at-home, dates.

-> Horror I’d probably his first pick. Sci-fi is his second.

- He’s very nervous on your dates, he just wants it to go well.

- Corey uh..he has to sneak out of his house for late night dates. Doesn’t want his mom knowing he’s seeing someone. She would probably lose it.

-> “ Any friends that Corey wanted to see outside of school had to go through Joan first…Corey kept his love interests and friendships to a minimum and secretive. ”

- Corey tries to hide the fact he want to hold your hand by awkwardly asking, but will start beaming when you say yes.

-> And then proceed to never let go of your hand

-> Even if you guys held hands platonically as friends, he’d still just want to ask to be sure it’s ok to do.

- The first date, Corey’s going to ask what your boundaries are. He wants to make sure both of you know the other’s boundaries are as soon as possible.

- It’s important to him. Very, very important to him that you are comfortable being with him. [Especially if you started dating post-accident.]

- He loves you way more than himself. He could list everything he loves about you just at the drop of a hat if you ever asked.

- Corey remembers your interests very well after you tell him about them. He also remembers your favorite foods and drinks!

- So he can’t make your dates, because of work or his mom being extra observant of what he’s doing, then Corey will show up to your door with your favorite snacks as an apology.

- Calls you Dear, Darling, Baby, Angel [Post-Accident/Post-Michael]

-> Any pet name you give him will leave him a blushing mess, it’s really cute.

- Thrives on closeness and physical contact. Even putting your hands on his checks is enough to make him swoon.

-> He follows after you whenever you pull away. It’s just— your hands are so soft and the affection is so genuine. He cant get enough of it.

-> Yes, he is, 100%, going to keep physical contact with you as much as he can. Outside, at your place, he just can’t help it. It’s reassuring and it’s amazing. No matter what, he’ll always be touching you. Linking arms, holding hands, leaning against you, hugs…you get the idea.

-> [For the record, I think Corey would be too flustered to wrap his arms against your waist in public. Post-Michael Corey totally would though.]

- He wants to get into a good College after getting into a Engineering Program. He would want nothing more than to be able to provide enough money for the both of you to get out of the town.

-> If he makes it into a good college outside of town, he’ll feel really guilty if he has to leave you there.

-> And he would write to you. Every day. It would be his only comfort while being away from you for so long.

•••••

Post-Accident Corey

- Oh my poor boy

- Aw, here’s some angst if you two were together before the accident:

- Imagine him calling you just sobbing and trying to tell you that he’s been arrested and it was an accident and-

- You..believe him? Really? Oh that just hurts even more because you trusted him and he broke your trust and he’s just so sorry that he’s disappointed you.

- He really cares about you, and is most definitely be worried that people are going to start attacking you for even associating with him.

- Corey’s going to start isolating himself after his court case, become distant and less communicative.

- But if it gives you any comfort, he called you before he called Joan.

- Now, to general stuff.

- If you somehow start dating after his case. He’ll need heavy reassurance in your friendship let alone a romantic relationship.

-> A bit shy, and very cautious in your relationship initially. But once he trusts you he’s very loyal and clingy(? If that’s the right word.)

- And, while he finds comfort in your embrace, your touch, he doesn’t want to hurt you or your reputation.

-> He would feel terrible indulging in your touch just after the accident. I mean, how could you love such a terrible person? Even if it was an accident..

- Corey doesn’t want anyone. And I mean anyone to slander your name. Because you’re exceptional and perfect and he loves you so much and will not take anyone hurting your feelings.

- He’s like a.. lost puppy. A lap dog? A guard dog. A wolf in sheep’s clothing?

-> In my head my brain assumed he’d loved to be called puppy and would love head-pats and scratches sorry not sorry

- Corey is still as awkward as he was before the accident. Actually, he might be more awkward.

-> Even after the accident, knowing he’s still the awkward and dorky guy he always was is a comfort. To you and to Corey.

- His house isn’t really home anymore. To Corey, you are his home.

- He may not be able to protect you now, but he swears one day he’ll make everyone to hurt you pay.

-> That’s not to say he wouldn’t be comforted if you said that you’d protect him too.

- Work is repetitive, Joan is mean, people hate him. But he puts up with it.

-> All to get enough money so you two can leave the town. For good.

•••••

Post-Michael Myers Encounter

- One day Corey goes up and you, with excited eyes and a pep in his step, and tells you that he can protect you now. Protect himself.

- Something’s changed in him. At the moment, it seems to be for the better. And you couldn’t be happier for him.

- It’s been awhile since you saw him so full of life. So..happy. So excited.

- And he wasn’t kidding. About being able to protect you and himself.

- He walks with more confidence now, people seem more scared to approach the both of you when you walk. Perhaps it’s because he’s no longer a quiet guy with guilt eating away at him?

- Corey’s more open to going out for dates, but still likes at-home movie dates.

- Anyone staring at you the wrong way will be met with a death glare from Corey. It’s a threat, a threat he can go through with.

- Suddenly…people are disappearing. Bodies missing or turning up in grotesque displays of violence.

- You don’t recognize most of them. Well, maybe they gave you a mean look or a rude remark.

- Depending on if Corey thinks you’ll be okay with the violence, you might not even know about it.

-> After all it’s not something you should worry your pretty little head about.

- If you are okay with it, cool. He would love to share with you what he does! Consider acts of service apart of his love language.

-> Now you need to make rules about cleaning up before you cuddle. And maybe you help clean him up after his little…escapades. A new bonding moment he can have with you! How lovely.

- By the way, meet Michael Myers. His father figure mentor. Please put the knife down, it’s not that bad—

- Corey promises he won’t hurt you. And when has he broken a promise to you?

- Just…Corey, sweetie, tell your teacher to clean the knives before he puts them back into the kitchen block. Thank you.

•••••

Soo, sorry this is long I’m not sorry at all I ah, I want to..? Write more abt Corey. Maybe some Mentor Michael Myers and Corey headcanons. Please send me things about Corey, thank you.

[rfxiii]

The aftermath of Michael meeting Mrs. Philips:

(TW: self harm)

(Word Count: 1065)

Michael and Trevor have a discussion after the disastrous events that occurred at the diner earlier in the day after Michael’s first encounter with the infamous Mrs. Philips…

So,-.. Do you wanna talk about-“

“No..”

Michael sighs softly to himself, setting his attention on his beer. He and Trevor sit on the hood of his car, parked out by the small airfield to watch the planes go by. Normally this is one of Trevor’s favorite places- besides the bar; but today he sits in silence, not even bothering to point out the different models of aircraft that are taking off, like he normally does.

Michael sips his beer in silence, wracking his brain on what he could even possibly say. There were no words for this, no apologies he can make, and no sentence he can formulate to make this better. So, he settles on fixing something easier.

“Your hand has stopped bleeding a little.. I think I have a first aid kit in the trunk. We should wrap it up, at least.”

“M’fine, Mikey..”

“Yeah, yeah. Well, for my sake, I’m gonna get some bandages. Can’t have ya bleeding all over the seats; Mandy would kill me.” Michael teases, giving Trevor’s shoulder a playful bump before sliding off the hood and unlocking the trunk.

When Michael returns, only seconds later, Trevor has already drunk through both their beers and is opening another. Normally, Michael would comment on the quick drinking; but today he has the good grace to keep his mouth shut about it.

“Ok, lemme see.” Michael orders, nodding to Trevor’s hand but giving him the option to offer up the injured appendage.

Trevor holds out his hand, albeit hesitantly- but he trusts Michael more than anything, he knows he wouldn’t hurt him. The damage isn’t too grievous, and luckily it had only damaged skin without causing anything like permanent nerve damage. But the pain his mother had caused was far worse than any little flesh wound.

Michael works quietly; he knows Trevor could do this himself, but it feels the least he can do to help. He dabs away blood, applies some antibiotic, and wraps gauze around his hand until he’s deemed it good enough not to bleed through for a while.

“Thanks, Mikey..” Trevor mumbles, reaching for yet another beer as he smooths his other hand over the gauze.

“T,-.. Listen, man-.. I know you don’t wanna hear it, so I’m gonna make this quick, but-.. I’m..sorry about today. I'm sorry about laughing at you, and I’m sorry for..your mom.” Michael forces out carefully- honest and open words having never been his strong suit.

He’s not sure what he’s expecting, but Trevor bursting into tears certainly isn’t it.

“I- I just- I can never make her happy! I try so hard! But I’m terrible! I’m awful! She deserves a better son, but fuck! Fuck, I’m so fuckin’ awful!” Trevor sobs, shooting to his feet as he drives the heels of his hands into his forehead.

“T! Hey, stop! Trevor!”

Michael gets to his feet as well, practically bear-hugging his frantic friend and pinning his arms at his sides to keep him from doing any more damage to himself. He’d seen Trevor hurt himself like this only a handful of times, but every time he’d witnessed it it deeply disturbed him, as well as broke his heart.

“Trevor, stop it! You haven’t done shit wrong! You did everything you could today besides roll out the fuckin’ red carpet! There ain’t no reason for you to hurt yourself over this!”

Trevor struggles against Michael’s grip, sobbing violently as he can think of nothing but breaking away and causing himself more “due” punishment, as he believes he’s done nothing but ruin his mothers day.

“You don’t fuckin’ get it! I fuck everything up! I’m awful, I’m terrible! I’m such a baby- such a useless shit! That’s why she had to work so hard! That’s why she’s always so angry with me! That’s why she left me- why everyone always ends up leaving me!”

His sobs make his chest heave and burn, and eventually it’s too much effort to even stand up as Trevor falls to his knees and brings Michael right along with him. And then they’re both sitting on the cold ground, with Trevor clutching desperately to Michael’s jacket like he may just leave too.

“I always fucked it all up! I ran off her boyfriends, I’d make too much noise in my room when she had men over for..work, I made my dad leave- so she had to work harder, I couldn’t get into the Air Force and make money for her! She had every right to be angry, every right to hate me.. I just- She- She’s my mommy.. I didn’t want her to leave me.. But everyone always leaves me..”

It feels so odd, so utterly strange to be holding his wild, bloodthirsty twenty-five year old best friend while he cries for his mother- it certainly wasn’t at all how Michael had planned on this day going. But Trevor’s words, and his broken, damp sobs actually begin to physically hurt Michael’s heart. And so, he promises him something he has no idea he’ll grow to regret.

“T,-.. Trevor, look at me- huh? I’m not gonna leave you. Alright? You’re my brother- we’re in this together, promise.”

And when Trevor looks up at him from under his thick, scarred brow, with his eyes leaking and his nose snotty and red, Michael sees a reverence and dependence in that gaze that would, over time, grow to chill him to the bone. But for now, all it does is make him sad.

“Forever?…” Trevor croaks out- a desperate hopefulness in those puppy dog eyes.

“Heh.. Yeah- sure, T. Forever. Or at least until we die in a hail of police gunfire.” Michael chuckles awkwardly as he tries to ignore the intensity in Trevor’s gaze,

“So, what’da’ya say we get up off the ground, huh? I could use another beer..”

And as Trevor’s moods often do, he’s flipped instantly from a sobbing mess to the grinning maniac Michael has grown to love as he hops to his feet and pulls Michael along with him,

“Ya know, I dunno know I’d do without ya, Mikey!”

“Crash and burn, probably, T.” Michael snickers, cracking open a beer and taking relief in Trevor’s lightened mood.

If only he had the foresight to see just how right he’d one day grow to be- maybe he wouldn’t have made that promise of forever.

[doombum]

A little something for the #CC Weekend Bash by @and-stir-the-stars

Friday 5th: Nightmare / Blood / Fun

Trigger warnings (it all starts one paragraph before the part in italics, the rest is pretty much fluff): Blood, Panic attack, Graphic descriptions of violence (this part is in italics), Bullying (a bit)

Evan was ecstatic. He couldn't believe it.

Someone had just come up to him and invited him to play together. Him. The weird, silent kid nobody wanted to talk to.

He wanted to jump in joy and tell all about how he felt to Fredbear, but he refrained from it, not wanting to weird out what could become his very first friend. He couldn't show how much of a loser he was.

Though he seemed to be doing a bad job at it as he was taken out of his thoughts by the young girl - Cassidy, she’d said her name was Cassidy - waving a hand in front of his face. “Hello ? You still here ?”

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a nervous laugh coming up his throat as he meekly apologised. “Sorry. I was just thinking…”

“It's okay !” She smiled at him before grabbing his hand and pulling him with her as she ran away. He stumbled over himself, almost falling to the ground several times as he let her lead him to another area of the playground, away from the other kids.

They stopped abruptly and she caught him before he could faceplant on the ground. Her cheerful laughter filled his ears as he struggled to catch his breath, holding onto Fredbear for dear life.

“Come on !!” Cassidy barely gave him the time to get his bearings before she bounced away, kicking a couple of dead leaves that had started to gather on the ground as the weather grew colder.

He could only watch in awe, as she let herself fall onto a pile of them, making them fly all around her, before she sat back up, her hair a complete mess, and looked at him inquisitively. He squirmed under her gaze, feeling a bit intimidated by her carefree attitude, but he slowly advanced forward anyway in a burst of new found courage.

She laughed again at his antics, but it didn’t sound mocking like it did when Michael snickered at him and, as such, the familiar sense of shame was replaced by a small timid laugh of his own.

When he got close enough to her, she suddenly caught his shirt and pulled him to the floor with her. He gasped in shock, bracing himself for the impact he was sure to come, only to open his eyes in surprise as he realised the leaves had cushioned his fall. Another giggle left his throat and he let himself play around in the pile, watching as the red and brown leaves flew all around him in a beautiful explosion of colours.

“You’re weird.” He stopped at the words and slowly sat back up, his cheek warming in embarrassment. He glanced at her, expecting to see the usual judgmental gaze his peers would give him in class, but he came to a stop when he noticed her cheerful smile. Before he could ask about it, Cassidy threw a handful of leaves onto his face, taking him by surprise and making her laugh hysterically at his reaction. He found himself relaxing at the realisation that she had not been trying to insult him and, her playful attitude starting to rub off on him, he decided to reciprocate her actions, silencing her as she caught a bunch of leaves in her mouth and was forced to spit it out.

By the time they stopped play fighting on the ground, Evan’s face started to hurt with how much he had been smiling and laughing. They were lying on the ground now, panting in exhaustion, but quiet giggles still left them once in a while as they struggled to catch their breath. He couldn’t remember when was the last time he’d had this much fun.

It was as he went to squeeze Fredbear in an attempt to contain his excitement and not look weird as he felt the need to flail around, that he realised his beloved plush was not in his arms anymore. He quickly sat back up, tears starting to form in his eyes and a knot forming in his stomach as he frantically looked around until he spotted the yellow bear lying in the leaves not too far from him, probably having fallen down during their tussle. He let out a relieved breath and tried to calm the fidgeting in his hands as he crawled to the plush and cradled it to his chest.

“Is that a Fredbear plushie ?” In his panicked state, Evan had failed to notice Cassidy sitting back up and approaching him curiously, and he flinched as he turned only to come face to face with her, not having expected her to be so close.

She noticed his reaction and backed off a bit, apologising for startling him. He smiled a bit, amazed at how nice she was, before nodding shyly at her question and mumbling an affirmation under his breath.

She reached a careful hand, going slowly so as to not surprise him, to get a feel of the plushie’s soft fur. “Where did you find it ? I’ve never seen any plush for him before.”

He hesitated a bit, remembering his father’s warning about people trying to befriend him only to get free merchandise, but decided that Cassidy seemed trustworthy enough. “It’s a prototype. My dad made it.”

“That’s so cool !” She stroked the fur of his plush carefully, excitement written all over her face, but to Evan’s surprise, she didn’t pry any further and didn’t ask if she could borrow it or anything.

Instead, she sat next to him and fished something out of her pocket. She held it to his face, making him have to lean away a little to see it properly and realise it was one of the Fredbear mini figurines that were available at the prize counter of his dad’s restaurant. “He’s my favourite.”

He smiled at that. “Me too !” He might be afraid of the actual animatronics, but the yellow bear was still the one he favoured the most. He just wished he wasn’t so tall and intimidating, that’s why his beloved plush was much better than the real deal, in his opinion.

“Really ?” She sounded surprised as he nodded shyly. “I’m glad some people still love the originals, everyone always prefers the new crew nowadays.”

Evan couldn’t help but agree with that. Ever since his father’s latest animatronics were announced - Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy - they had gathered a lot of enthusiasm among the other kids in his class, so much so that almost no-one ever talked about Fredbear or Springbonnie anymore. They were still liked, of course, and the restaurant was still as successful as ever, but people were really excited about the new location and so that was the main topic in everybody’s lips.

“I don’t like them much…” He admitted in a low voice, a part of him scared that his dad or his brother would overhear him and scold him for badmouthing the new animatronics. But only Cassidy was around and she laughed freely at his words.

“Yeah, me neither. They’re kind of silly.” Evan snickered at her blunt honesty. “I mean, why even add more of them ? What was wrong with the originals ?”

He shrugged when she looked at him expectantly. He had no idea why his dad and uncle Henry had decided to open a new location and make a whole new set of robots for it. It was probably something about attractiveness, that’s what his dad always talked about - bringing more people into coming to his restaurant.

“Meh, doesn’t matter.” Seeing he didn’t have an answer for her, she took him out of his reflection and started to get up from the ground, dusting herself off. For a second, he was scared he had failed to be interesting enough for her to want to be his friend, but she then offered him a hand. “Want to go to the swings ?”

He smiled at her offer, trying to hide his excitement as he reached for her hand. But before he could grab it, he was suddenly sent toppling to the ground and his grip on Fredbear loosen as it was pulled away from him. He landed harshly, feeling tears coming up his eyes as he looked up to see who had pushed him, only to freeze when he was met with one of Mike’s friends, his signature Bonnie mask attached loosely around his head.

“Well, well. If it isn’t the little crybaby.” The older boy held his plush in one hand, taunting him with a smirk.

“G-give him b-back !” He tried to stop the sobs, hyper aware of Cassidy’s presence, but unable to help the wobbling of his voice. His eyes were riveted on his plush and he felt like he couldn’t breath. His vision blurred with tears, he shakily got up, terrified out of his mind, but determined to get Fredbear back.

“Ohh~ the little guy is feeling brave !” Bonniebro - or whatever his name was - waved the toy around, not caring for Evan’s panicked pleas to be careful.

He reached for it, but was pushed to the ground again, this time roughly landing on his hands and knees. He winced as he felt a sharp pain at the impact and shook as he struggled to sit back down, only to wish he hadn’t when he got sight of his scraped knees. The sight of the blood dripping down his legs made the bill rise up in his stomach and he suddenly felt lightheaded. Through tears and wails, he tried to clean the mess, only for it to spread even more and make it even worse.

That was it, the nightmarish animatronics hunting him down had finally got to him. They had found him. They had come into his house in the night and ripped his body to shreds. Their giant jaws had broken his body in pieces. He could feel their claws shredding his stomach, their teeth crushing his skull. It was agony, pure agony.

He trashed in the strong hold trying to force him down. He couldn't breathe. He couldn’t think. There was blood everywhere. It was clouding his vision. Red, red, it was everywhere. He couldn’t stop it from flooding. His conscience was dropping, he felt like he was gonna pass out. He screamed at the tops of his lungs, praying for someone, anyone, to save him.

His thoughts came to a halt as his hands came into contact with soft fabric unexpectedly. He gasped for air, quickly recognising the fluffy object as his beloved Fredbear plush and he clutched it tightly against his chest.

As he tried to ground himself, lightly feeling the toy’s fur, he finally took notice of the hand stroking his hair and the arm around his waist guiding his body in a soft back and forth motion. Despite how calming the motions felt, he stiffened at the unfamiliar feeling.

He started to trash around, wanting to get away from the stranger’s hold, but it only tightened around him, sending him into another wave of panic. Before he could shout again, though, a rough, annoyed voice broke through his rising fear. “Stop that ! It’s just me.”

He froze at the familiar voice and tentatively opened his eyes, blinking through the tears and raising his head to see Mike holding him close to his chest, a scowl on his face. Despite the stiffness of the hold, and the obvious annoyance in his brother’s tone, Evan found himself relaxing in the older boy’s arms.

He exhaled shakily, looking away from Michael to try to get his bearings. It was then that he noticed the crowd of people surrounding him. A bunch of adults looked worried, but most of the kids had mocking grins on their faces, giggling to one another while pointing at him. He saw his sister standing on the side, looking embarrassed by his behaviour and ready to yell at him for causing a scene. He felt his cheeks heating up in shame at all the attention and pulled himself closer to his brother with a whimper, hiding his face in the older’s chest. He felt more than he heard the annoyed scoff that it earned him, but he paid it no mind.

Distantly, he could make out a girl’s voice, scolding the crowd and telling them to leave him alone. Even as he listened to the people dispersing, he didn’t move from his spot until a careful hand touched his shoulder. He tensed at the contact, but relaxed again when he recognized Cassidy’s voice. “They’re gone now.”

He shyly looked at her, expecting her to mock him or look embarrassed to be seen near him, but she only seemed worried for him. “Thank you.” He muttered under his breath.

“You done causing a scene over nothing ?” He winced at Liz’s sneering comment and he started to apologise weakly when Cassidy cut him off.

“Don’t talk to him like that ! It’s not his fault.” Evan’s eyes widened at the defensive tone, not used to people standing up for him.

He smiled a bit to himself, but, upon seeing his sister’s fingers twitching in anger, he quickly intervened, not wanting the two girls to start fighting because of him. “It’s okay, Cassidy.” She looked back at him, ready to protest but stopped herself at his pleading look. “Please.”

She seemed to contemplate it for a moment, but ultimately backed off, even though she still looked angry at Lizzie, who only smirked at her in victory.

Before she could brag about it, Mike cut her off and started to push Evan off. “Come on, get off of me. We need to get back home.” He struggled to get back up, wobbly on his feet and legs stinging sharply. If it wasn’t for Mike holding him up, he probably would have fallen right back down.

He looked down at himself, confused by the pain, only to be remembered of his fall and his subsequent panic at the view of blood by the sight of bandaids over both of his knees. His lips wobbled at the memory and he started sniffing quietly as he struggled to walk.

“Don’t go start crying again, crybaby.” He could hear the irritation in Michael’s voice and tried to stifle his cries so as to not anger him further. That didn’t seem to work very well and he let out a yelp as he was suddenly picked up from the ground, and into his brother's arms, forcing him to hold onto Mike's neck.

“Wimp.” He looked down at Lizzie, seeing her roll her eyes at him, but didn't answer, remaining quiet as they started to walk away.

“Wait !” Before they could leave the park, however, Cassidy ran in front of Mike. Evan looked at her curiously, a bit worried that she would tell him that she didn’t want him to talk to her ever again - like most other kids did. He was taken by surprise when, instead of that, she beamed at him. “Today was fun ! Maybe we can play together again next time ?”

He gaped at her, at a loss for words, before he fully processed what she said and hesitantly nodded, a giggle leaving him when she winked at him before saying goodbye and going her own way.

As they made their way back home, Evan stroked Fredbear plush, lost deep in thoughts and ignoring his siblings’ mocking jabs about Cassidy and the pain in his knees. Despite what had happened later in the day, playing with Cassidy had to have been the most fun he’s ever had in his life, and he was excited to be able to see her again - he couldn’t wait to tell all about it to the rest of his plushies.

[mewintheflesh-2]

On Mikey’s childhood and other details pertaining to it and the creation of Team Sky.

Lived with his mother and father for until he was around 16, in which he set off into the world, his fascination with flying creatures on the forefront of his mind. Though he actually began training pokemon at age 7.

I feel like his parents were decently religious towards Arceus, they weren’t super heavy handed with worship or anything, but they still believed and would pray every once in a while. Mikey didn’t care too much for it though. He wouldn’t go out of his way to not interact with anything to do with the religion, but it certainly wasn’t anywhere near his top priorities.

When he was 11, he decided to use one of his Pokémon— a ledyba named Mr. Buggy— to try and fly into the air. He ended up slipping and falling, but was caught by a Dragonite owned by none other than Johto Champion Lance, who had been vacationing in Hoenn and happened to be nearby.

A lot more under the cut.

Mikey’s parents, who had just barely caught the sight of their son almost falling to his likely doom, were so incredibly thankful that Lance had been there to save him, trying to offer anything they could to thank him for saving their son. Lance denied any offers, saying he was just happy he could help.

While his parents and Lance were talking he was just staring at Lance and his Dragonite with pupils the size of dinner plates, just in utter and completely awe.

It was Mikey’s first time seeing a Dragonite in person and he was over the moon. Not to mention over the moon over the fact that Lance The Dragon Tamer was there, right in front of his eyes. And he saved him, him!!

Lance ended up asking him a simple “And you, are you alright?”, and Mikey just exploded with energy, going on and on and on about how much he looked up to Lance and how he was his biggest fan, and how much he loved flying Pokémon, how much he loved his Dragonite, and how he wanted to be just like him someday.

Lance indulged Mikey in his rambles, listening carefully and mindfully to him, responding to any questions he had for him. He ended up staying there for around an hour by accident. He, of course, had to leave eventually though. Mikey was sad he had to leave, but completely understanding, saying he hoped they’d get to meet again soon. Lance took off on his Dragonite’s back, soaring into the sky, as Mikey watched from the ground in awe.

This somehow ignited his burning love for flying Pokémon even more.

Mikey made. A lot of mistakes during his Pokémon journey at first. As anyone does. Disturbing Pokémon that shouldn’t have been disturbed, overworking and overexerting his Pokémon. Being a little bit of a sore loser when it came to losing battles. He’d always retreat into the wilds with his Pokémon by his side to have time to himself with his thoughts. Most of the time he’d come out of the wilderness with a clearer mind and better understanding of what went wrong and how he could be better, but there were times where he didn’t let himself fully take the time he needed, and for months on end he felt like the entire world was against him. He actually had two Pokémon that ended up running away from him 6 months into his journey due to this. His Ledian and a vibrava. Mr. Buggy and Vibbie.

He had those two Pokémon for a good while. Mr. Buggy since he was 10, and Vibbie since he was 11.

He was absolutely devastated, which made him worse for about three months, before he got himself to snap out of it and try to get better. He was still devastated about his lost Pokémon of course, but he felt if he thought about it too much, it would make everything worse, so he just bottled it up instead.

Used to go by the nickname “Crash” for a good while. Present day, hates being called that name and will not talk to you for at least a few hours if you do. (Yes I am pulling references to a certain video that Michael made.)

Started Team Sky when he was 20, actually somewhat inspired by Aqua and Magma. He wanted to show people the wonders and glory the sky held, but didn’t really know how to convert that into a team goal. It didn’t become an actual “serious” team until he was 23. It took a good year for anyone to actually join, the first person being a curious girl, a similar age to Mikey, named May; who would later become one of his closest friends. Mikey is 38 in present day, meaning team Sky has been around for 18 years.

I like to think at some point, Mikey does find Mr. Buggy and Vibbie (Now a Flygon) out in the wild again in a thick forest by pure chance. Mikey doesn’t recognize them at first, but the Pokémon certainly do recognize him. They’re adverse to him at first, which Mikey doesn’t understand until he finally recognizes them. Bottle cracking open. He’s hit with a sudden wave of sadness, relief, and remorse for them. Remorse as he remembers just how awful he was towards them. He looks at them for awhile, before sitting down on a nearby large, mossy tree-stump, keeping a comfortable distance for their sake as he tries to talk with them. It’s mostly one sided. He gets the idea to send out one of his Pokémon he has on hand, a Pidgeot. The Pidgeot is confused for a second before Mikey explains the situation to it. The Pidgeot looks towards the other two Pokémon, greeting them, which is met back with some harsh words. The Pidgeot is a little bit confused, but continues the conversation. From an outside perspective, the conversation seems to be going not-so-great at first, but it slowly looks like it’s getting better as the two runaways begin to soften their defensive stances, and as their chirps and trills begin to quiet down. The conversation— from Mikey’s perspective— stops suddenly as the Ledian and now Flygon begin to make their way towards him. Stopping at each of his sides, the Ledian rubs its head against Mikeys bicep, trilling softly. The Flygon lays its head across his lap, looking up at him with almost sad eyes. The bottle has now been shattered open. Mikey, now overwhelmed with emotions, can feel tears begin to prick at his eyes ads he begins to hic and sob, feeling the tears streaming down his cheeks. He didn’t know he’d feel this emotional about this, it felt like too much for him to handle. He brought one hand shakily to the Flygon’s head, petting it across its antenna a few times before settling on its neck; another hand reaching for Mr. Buggy’s head as well, cupping it gently, rubbing his thumb back and forth against the Pokémon softly for a few seconds before stopping. He could feel the emotions getting more and more intense, his body curling in before he just completely collapses in on himself, completely covering the Flygon’s neck and antenna as he does, hand still on the Ledian’s head. The Pidgeot fondly watching from a distance.

I don’t think he ends up keeping them again, I think he’d be too afraid to mess something up again. Instead he lets them stay wild, visiting often to bring them berries and other treats from across the world, still remembering their preferred and favorite flavors from all those years ago.

By the way Im completely retconning the first video because I don’t like it and it didn’t happen 👍

Would love to say more but if I did then it wouldn’t let me post it.

[bitterborne]

❝ you deserve so much more than what you were given. ❞ from @hazardes !!

THE MAIN STAGE IS EMPTY, FOR ONCE, THE ANIMATRONICS OTHERWISE OCCUPIED. Michael — Mike, he tells himself firmly, though it’s hard to shed his father’s strict dislike for nicknames — chooses the corner to sit anyway, broad back pressed against the thin wall and knees brought up to his chest. It feels a little more bearable like this, everything that’s happened, though the sight of the empty pizzeria while NOT being in the security office is still incredibly unsettling. Not for the first time, he wonders how Vanessa copes with it: and then is instantly reminded that they’ve been in the exact same position. Though his father doesn’t often let him in the pizzeria past closing time unless it’s to keep watch, which he always does from that same office. The sight of the half empty drink can and the faded, festering posters are more familiar and comforting than anything he’s seen here in this timeline […] though the knowledge that the oldest Afton child cannot escape their father in any universe is disheartening.

“I dunno,” he says, evasive, and focuses on twisting the cheap metal ring around his middle finger, unable to look at Vanessa, “I’ve done— I’ve done a lotta bad things. Sure, life was shit, but—”

But he loved me, at least. I don’t know if your father loves you.

It’s complicated. Mike’s eyes burn with it all, though later he’ll blame the stage lights. He’d never believed his father loved him until he’d arrived here, in this timeline where so much is different but so much is the same — no Charlie, but a missing Garrett. No Michael . . . But Vanessa instead. He doesn’t quite know what to make of it all, and sure, things had been awful, but had they been this bad?

In fairness, maybe this is what other people see when they look at him. Isn’t it always easier to see the flaws in someone else’s relationship than see the flaws in your own? Headache forming, one hand lifting to rub insistently at his forehead and sweep away the thoughts and dark floppy hair he hasn’t managed to make presentable in years, Mike continues:

“I got out.” Mostly, anyway. Though his father asks and Mike still comes crawling, switching from thirty-three to thirteen again in an instant at the sound of his father’s orders. When he meets her eyes, there’s an earnest kindness, a world-weariness beyond his years— “You’re still stuck cleaning up after him. You don’t deserve that. When was the last time he even thanked you, huh?”

[anonymous-tals]

It’s very impressive that Gob, a character who so easily folds to his dad’s opinions and comments, managed to stick to his passion for magic. Like, his dad can be absolutely brutal in his comments towards Gob so for him to never stray in spite of his dad’s as well as everyone else’s disapproval must’ve taken a lot of mental fortitude. I feel like at the point he discovers his love for magic, he really didn’t have anything that made him happy. We see for his talent in the pageant was push ups, which was clearly supposed to be him trying to exert masculinity. They mention how he’s done push ups before for pageants, too. I’m going to make the educated assumption that he really didn’t actually care about push ups or anything of the sort. He cared about trying to put on a macho persona that would hopefully make his dad, a very toxic-masculinity, womanizing kinda guy, proud of him. He was trying to imitate his dad.

It’s hard to believe that Gob just didn’t have any sort of passion as he did with magic before that point. I feel like he’d be very much so into artsy, creative things. Just sort of drawn to anything regarding performing, especially. But, before Michael was old enough to inherit the role of future person in charge of the company, Gob would’ve still had that expectation on him. So, both because they’d think it was ridiculous or pointless as well as the fact that they were expecting him to be a business man, they would’ve discouraged any interest he had in anything creative. They probably also would’ve done it because, in my mind, Gob would’ve been someone who really would’ve struggled in school so they would’ve been discouraging anything that wasn’t regarding his school work(while at the same time not doing anything to actually help him with that). And, after Michael became their focus, they discouraged him out of resentment, punishing him for being a failure in their eyes, as well as, once again, just seeing those ventures as pointless and dumb. A peer and I were talking about Gob’s childhood and how he’d probably doodle on his work and stuff so I can see him enjoying that kinda stuff, especially since he could easily draw secretly without his parents finding out. While, other things would definitely be noticed, that could fly under the radar. This isn’t relevant to the point but I want to mention purely for just i-want-to-talk-about-the-hc reasons, I feel like his drawings would be basically just be stick figure level drawings(which isn’t a bad thing, to clarify, another interesting lens to look at Gob through is doing and pursuing things not because you’re the best at them but because they make you happy, you don’t need to be the best at your craft in order to do it and be happy doing it). Regardless of what he was interested in as a kid, it definitely would’ve been shut down by his parents and he’d be shamed for having interest in the thing.

And, this is all to loop back around to how it’s very impressive that he held onto this passion for magic in spite of no one of approving of it. He very much so cares about about what others think about him and it’s not like he’s not hurt by their comments. He just doesn’t let his interest falter in spite of their harsh words. It’s 1982 and, so far, his life has been awful. His parents hate him and actively shame him for everything he does and he’s desperately trying to gain their approval and constantly failing no matter what he does. He’s forcing himself into this persona and repressing who he truly is and it makes him feels awful and it barely feels worth it since his dad never approves of him in spite of how much he’s trying. So, he sees this magic kit and he’s absolutely enticed by it and he finds himself really enjoying the craft. It genuinely makes him really happy. And, as I said, at this point, there is nothing really in his life that makes him happy. He discovers this thing that genuinely brings him joy and he’s probably thinking that, at this point, it’s worth the harsh words because he’s gonna get harsh words either way. Might as well take the path that affords him at least some semblance of an enjoyable time being alive. So he clings to it. Allows himself to continue to do what brings him joy. Gob has little to no self worth but he really gave it his all with his love for magic and that’s pretty cool, I think.

[graftisms]

BEACH HUT CONFESSIONALS 10: CALLIE MICHAELS DAY THIRTY-FOUR

how are you feeling in your decision to couple up or stay single ?

“ you know what, i’m feeling really good. i’m not going to bullshit you, obviously it hasn’t been easy seeing frankie again, and it’s not like my feelings for her are able to just be turned off. trust me, i wish i could. but seeing her come back with miles only really confirmed that i was right to trust my gut. talking to her after the recoupling had been hard, but i think my conversation with her yesterday had been even harder, because it just showed me that although i thought our relationship had been in a really good place, obviously she hadn’t felt the same. i’m not gonna lie, my feelings are really hurt from the way everything went down, mostly because i wish she would’ve talked to me about she was feeling before everything. but everything happens for a reason, right ?   i have no regrets, and neither should she. i hope her and miles are happy, really. ”

are you happy in your couple or do you think your head could be turned ?

“ it’s been a tough few days coming back and seeing everyone—seeing frankie—but angel has easily been the best part about it all. really, he’s been almost too good, like i keep waiting for the other shoe to drop and for him to have too much of my shit, because i know it’s shown that i’ve been struggling to adjust being back with everyone. but he’s just so understanding, and i’m just really happy i brought him back, and that he chose to be with me. i don’t think i’ve ever had so much fun grocery shopping as i had the other day, ”   she laughs.   “ yeah, i don’t know, i’m just stupidly into him. we talk a lot about what we’d do on the outside, but i actually believe he wants it, y’know ?   and i do too. so no, i don’t think my head could get turned. i don’t want it to, regardless. i’m tired of bouncing around between couples. i just want to be a part of that boring couple that has no drama and can just keep getting to know each other, without distractions. ”

what are your thoughts on seb & bash & rhys’ exit last night ?

“ i’ll miss bash and rhys, ”   she says, pointedly.   “ i don’t know what i did to seb to make him think i’m so mean, but he’d been a part of nearly every fight in the villa since he arrived, so i take his opinion with a grain of salt. funny how everyone here has had their bad days, people starting fights literally out of nowhere, but when the black girl gives her opinion, she’s mean. ”

out of everyone left, who would be the hardest person to see go ?

“ dylan, probably, ”   she admits.   “ it’d make things easier in some ways, since i wouldn’t have to worry about hearing him and adela shagging, but he’s been with me every step of the way. it’d be hard not to have him here, after everything. of course i’d also hate to see naomi and romi go, too. even charlene, i’ve gotten so used to her presence here, it’d be awful without her. angel kind of goes without saying, right ? ”

who seems like the strongest couple right now and why ?

a long pause.   “ you know what, i can’t really believe i’m saying this, but my vote is jenny and jude right now. i know that she’s been struggling because of her breakup with josh, but they both seem just... really into each other, even if it means them going at it like rabbits while we’re trying to sleep. i just think they’re good for each other, and i like spending time with them together, it’s cute. i hope it works out. ”

who seems like the weakest couple right now and why ?

“ do charlene and naomi still count ?   because i’m pretty sure they’re no longer giving it a go, which is unfortunate. ”   stupid josh, she thinks. 

[thewaragainstapathy]

I’m dead-set on finishing this (currently untitled) ROTTMNT post-movie fic, but I could use some friends to bounce around ideas. In the meantime please enjoy some of chapter 1. (And I’m not kidding about bouncing around ideas. PM me if you’re interested, I need some COMMUNITY!)

******

Reggie was no conspiracy nut, but there were two things she firmly believed: aliens existed, and mutants were a thing. 

The invasion proved her right about the aliens. She had officially won the bet with her sister, but there was no time to gloat when she was running for her life. In fact, at the rate she was going, Reggie doubted she’d survive long enough to collect. 

These alien fuckers were scarier than anything from the movies. Within minutes they’d pushed back the National Guard, corrupted the human weaponry, and used it to demolish her neighborhood. Helicopters with teeth were sure to star in her nightmares, assuming she lived long enough to sleep again. 

Reggie had kept up with the screaming masses for a while. As fires raged and smoke choked her lungs, however, she’d been forced to take cover long enough to find her inhaler. In the time it took her to get her breathing under control all the stragglers left her behind. 

She was alone, and more scared than she’d ever been in her life. 

Reggie had run for seven more blocks before she had to stop again. Most of the buildings around her were in ruins, but the fires were downwind and she’d found a dumpster to hide behind in a stable-ish alley. It would have to do until she could catch her breath. 

There were still no other people around—a bad sign for sure—but there were no immediate threats, either. Reggie took another puff from her inhaler and risked a moment to find her water bottle. She couldn’t drink much; she only had half a bottle left, and she’d bet her salary that the water lines were down. She’d have to take a sip or two and keep moving. 

Then the light show started, and moving was out of the question.

Reggie watched with terror-laced awe as a Michael Bay-worthy sci-fi battle raged before her eyes. Gold chains of fire, purple rockets, and blue portals of light zipped through the air, working in tandem with a red-lit giant. Debris was still falling, but most of it was over the water now, so she did the one thing she’d sworn she’d never do during a disaster.

She pulled out her phone and started filming.

Monique, you are not gonna believe this.

All things considered, Reggie had a good angle. She saw the red giant—which she could swear was a turtle—fall and crash-land across the bay. She saw the explosion as the spaceship was cut in half, and ducked behind the dumpster as the blast wave rushed past. 

And she saw a katana, still glowing blue, fall from the sky to land in the street.

Within five minutes it was over.  

She hit stop and wondered what the hell she should do now. 

*****

Casey had never felt more lost in his life. 

They’d saved the world, right? He’d done what Master Leonardo had told him to do. He’d found the key. He’d stopped the Krang. 

But now he was here, in this strange world he didn’t recognize, with a family that was so familiar but wasn’t his, and after everything they’d done? Everything his masters had sacrificed to get him here? 

He’d still lost Master Leonardo.

No. Not Master Leonardo. Not my sensei. Just… just Leo.

Did that make it better, or worse? Either way Casey wanted to cry, but he couldn’t give in to grief, not yet. Not while the Sister Krang was still a threat. He could mourn after she was dealt with. Until then he would tamp down his feelings like the soldier he was.

But then… then he saw Leo’s katana, fallen just like his master. 

His hockey stick fell to the ground with a clatter.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Evans

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Tom gets jealous after he witnesses a moment between you and Chris Evans

Masterlist

As much as you loved filming the movies, your favorite part about being in the MCU was going to the conventions.

You loved getting on stage with your cast mates and answering questions. You especially loved when you got to attend the conventions with your best friend Tom. Your fondest memories with him were made during nights following a convention. You’d always get a joint hotel room and stay up late, too buzzed on adrenaline from the panel to fall asleep.

Going to conventions with Tom usually opened up a whole new debate on the nature of your relationship. Snap chats and Instagram stories made from the same hotel room always set off more theories that you were dating. You weren’t, but you didn’t mind the theories.

The current panel you were at was no different from the others. The whole cast stood in a line, with you sandwiched between Tom and Mackie. You listened along to all the questions asked until you heard your name.

“Chris, you and Y/n worked together in the past on Scott Pilgrim vs The World, where you played one of her evil ex boyfriends.” The journalist said to Chris Evans. “How did you react when you heard she was joining the MCU cast?

“I was really happy about it.” Chris said into his mic. “I’ll admit, I had a bit of a crush on Y/n when we were filming Scott Pilgrim so I was very excited when she got added to the cast.”

Tom felt his ears turn pink when he heard Chris’s confession. It was no secret that he liked you, but he had no idea Chris liked you too. He looked to you to see your reaction, mouth going dry when he saw the shocked smile on your face.

“Are you serious?” You laughed in surprise. “I had a crush on you too.”

Tom turned away a little, suddenly feeling a sick feeling in his stomach. He didn’t like where this conversation was going.

“What?” He raised his eyebrows. “How did I not know?”

“Because I was awkward and shy and didn’t know how to talk to you.” You said sheepishly as you pressed a cold hand to your face. “But I swear, I told Michael and Anna all about it.”

Tom lowered his microphone so the crowd couldn’t hear him gulp. He didn’t know why it bothered him as much as it did to know you and Chris had feelings for each other. You had filmed Scott Pilgrim a few years back, so the feelings were long gone by now. Still, it sent a white hot jealously through Toms veins as he watched you and Chris smile at each other.

“I can’t believe you never told me.” Chris chuckled. “I actually remember being upset that we didn’t have a kiss in the movie. I was like, how am I playing one of her boyfriends but we don’t get to kiss?”

“Aw.” Tom forced a laugh. “Poor you.”

The audience laughed at his joke, but you never took your eyes off Chris.

“I was genuinely upset about it at the time.” Chris continued. “I think I called my mom to complain.”

Tom watched with a tight jaw as you held your hand over your heart and beamed. You were obviously loving the attention from Chris while Tom was hating it.

“Hey, I didn’t write the script.” You shrugged. “I definitely would’ve thrown one in there if I had.”

“I think the movie is perfect as it is.” Tom cut in, earning a few laughs. “I don’t think there needed to be a kiss. Kisses are stupid anyway.”

“Wait a minute, we almost kissed in the last movie too.” Chris remembered. “To like hide our faces from HYDRA agents or something.”

“That’s right.” You gasped. “They took it out before we ever shot it.”

“Such a shame.” Chris clicked his tongue as he shook his head. “Missed you twice now.”

The reaction from the audience made you hide your face in embarrassment, feeling your face hot to the touch.

“I promise, you’re not missing much.” You laughed shyly.

“Yeah, well.” Chris rubbed the back of his neck. “I bet I was.”

Just when Tom thought it couldn’t get any worse, he saw an idea pop into your head.

“Wait, hold my mic.” You said as you handed your microphone to Anthony.

Tom could only watch as you walked across the stage and put your hands on either side of Chris’s face before pulling him into a kiss. The audience was deafening as Chris kissed you back. It didn’t last long, but it was long enough to make all the color drain from Toms face. You both pulled away laughing, Chris with his signature hand over his left side. You clapped your hands as you laughed before walking back to your spot.

“Well damn.” Anthony said into his microphone. “I didn’t get to kiss her either.”

“Yeah.” Sebastian teased. “Do we all get some of that?”

“Shut up.” You laughed shyly as you fixed your hair. “There. Now you got your kiss.”

“Thank you.” Chris laughed into his microphone. “I was not expecting that.”

“Neither was I.” Tom mumbled, his microphone hanging limply at his side. The rest of the panel went by without any further flirtations, but Tom wouldn’t have known if there had been. He had completely zoned out, too upset with what he had seen to focus.

~

You unlocked the door to your shared hotel room and saw Tom sitting at the kitchen table. His face was buried in his phone and he skimmed through the endless amount of tweets about the kiss from earlier. It was only making him more angry to see thousands of gifs and pictures of it, as well as all the messages from fans saying what a cute couple you and Chris made, but he couldn’t stop. He was too busy scrolling to hear you come in.

“Hey.” You smiled at him as you set your stuff down. “You did such a good job out there. I swear, you always get the most laughs. It’s not fair.”

“Hm.” Tom nodded, keeping his eyes on his phone. “Thanks.”

“Is everything okay?” You frowned when you noticed his standoffish behavior. You walked over to him and reached out to touch him, but he moved away.

“Yeah.” He shrugged unconvincingly. “It’s fine. We’re fine.”

“I didn’t ask if we were fine.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Are we not fine?”

“I said we were fine.” He held up his hands in annoyance. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay.” You rolled your eyes a little. “Sorry I asked.”

Tom gave you a sarcastic smile and went back to his phone, completely ignoring you now. You didn’t know what his problem was, but you knew you didn’t want to fight.

“Do you want to watch a movie or something? You can pick this time.” You offered, trying to offer an olive branch.

“Actually, I’m kinda tired.” He said faintly. “I think I’m just gonna turn in.”

“Really? It’s so early.” You checked your phone and saw it was only 8 pm. “And I’m bored.”

“Yeah?” He finally looked up at you. “Then why don’t you go see what Evans is up to? I’m sure he’d love to finish what you started on stage today.”

You jutted your head back in surprise, not expecting that to come out of his mouth. He looked partial to guilty for snapping at you, but his anger was the most prominent emotion.

“What?” You laughed in shock. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you kissing Evans in front of all those people.” He snapped. “I didn’t even know you liked him like that.”

You laughed again, thinking he had to be joking. You never said it out loud, but you assumed Tom knew you liked him. After all, you were the only cast mates sharing a hotel room.

“I don’t.” You said, unsure where that accusation came from.

“Yeah?” He cocked his head. “Cause it kinda looked like you did.”

“I don’t.” You repeated. “I used to when we were filming Scott Pilgrim a few years ago but I stopped before we even wrapped.”

“Then why did you kiss him?” Tom asked, his voice wearing thin.

“I don’t know. We were joking around.” You shrugged it off. “It was for the fans, if anything. You know how much they love that stuff.”

“They would’ve loved it just as much if you had just blown him a kiss.” Tom said. “You didn’t have to kiss him.”

“Who cares?” You asked. “Everyone loved it.”

“Not everyone.” He stated, keeping his eyes on the ground. You looked at him for a moment, realizing you had never seen him act like this.

“Why are you getting so upset about this?” You asked calmly, still not understanding.

“Because what you did upset me.” He shouted as he gestured to himself.

“Why?” You raised your voice as well now. “It was just a stupid joke. It had nothing to do with you.”

“It wasn’t a joke to me.” He shook his head. “Watching you practically run across the stage to kiss him in front of all those people was not a joke.”

“I didn’t run across the stage.” You said, starting to get annoyed. “I walked to him and kissed him. That’s it. It’s not a big deal.”

“Did you like it?” He asked with an unreadable expression.

“What?”

“Did you like kissing him?” He repeated as he let out a shaky breath.

“You know how it feels to kiss other actors.” You shrugged. “It just felt like lips on lips.”

“You must have some sort of feelings for him to kiss him like that.” He said, his eyes looking glassy.

“So what if I do?” You retorted, angry with him now for yelling at you.

“What?” His voice came out in a whisper. “Do you?”

“Are you listening to anything I’m saying? I don’t have feelings for Evans. But if I did, it wouldn’t be any of your business. Because maybe you haven’t realized this yet, but you’re not my boyfriend.” You yelled, making him retreat into himself.

The silence that followed was deafening, making you feel guilty for what you said. You felt like you popped the happy bubble that you and Tom lived in, the one where you never confronted your feelings for each other but understood that they were there. Tom sucked in a sharp breath and let out a long sigh as he looked you in the eyes. He gave you a sad smile and nodded his head as if he was reluctantly agreeing with you. You opened your mouth to speak, but Tom was already moving past you. His shoulder brushed yours as he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

You stood there in shock, unsure of what just happened. You felt like you had just broken up with someone you were never actually with. You covered your mouth with your hand, ashamed with what you had said to him. You hit him where you knew it would hurt him and now he was gone.

~

Despite sharing a hotel room, you didn’t see Tom until the next morning. He was eating breakfast at the kitchen counter, not looking at you as you made coffee. You sighed and sat down next to him, knowing you had to make things right before you went out to do press. You didn’t want to spend a full day doing interviews with him without resolving the fight.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you yesterday.” You began as you watched his face for his reaction. “It was mean of me to tell you you weren’t my boyfriend like that.”

“It’s okay.” He mumbled as he stirred his tea. “You don’t have to apologize. You were right. I’m not your boyfriend.”

“We need to talk about yesterday.” You said softly as you looked at him. You could tell he was still bitter about the kiss.

“I don’t want-“

“We have to.” You cut him off. “We had a fight and now we need to talk about it.”

He sighed and rubbed his eyes before slumping in his seat.

“You start.” You said as you put your folded hands on the table.

“I don’t know where to start.” He mumbled.

“Just tell me how you feel.” You suggested. Tom sighed as he put his words together in his mind, wanting to make things right just as much as you did.

“I didn’t like it even you kissed Chris.” He said softly, keeping his eyes on the table.

“I got that part.” You tried to joke. “Why?”

“Because he’s older and taller and bigger than me.” Tom listed off.

“And?” You were confused.

“And I can’t compete.” Tom whispered, hanging his head in shame. The fragility in his voice made your heart break and you realized he was never angry with you.

He was heartbroken.

“Tommy, you don’t have to compete with anyone.” You said softly as you stroked his cheek with your thumb.

“I didn’t think I had to.” He continued. “I thought I had you. I know we don’t really talk about…us, but I thought we had an unspoken agreement that we liked each other. I know I liked you and I thought you liked me back until you…”

“Until I what?” You asked.

“Kissed another boy.” He laughed sadly. “Sorry. A man. Captain freaking America.”

“You were jealous.” You realized, trying to fight back a smile. “That’s why you threw your little tantrum.”

“How could I not be?” He looked up. “Have you seen how broad his shoulders are?”

You had to laugh, which made him crack a smile. The tension had disappeared and you had entered new territory, so you decided to keep going.

“And have you seen the way I look at you?” You teased him. “Or the way I immediately go to you in a crowded room? Have you seen how I’m always finding a way to touch you? Does any of that sound familiar?”

“Yeah.” Tom smiled sheepishly. “It does.”

“I like you too.” You admitted. “Of course I like you too. But I already told you, that kiss was just a joke. It was just for the fans.”

“I know.” He sighed and rubbed his face. “It just shook my confidence, you know? I figured if he wanted you too, I didn’t stand a chance.”

“I don’t want him.” You assured him. “I want you.”

Toms lips curved into a smile, a proud look coming across his face. He reached over and put his hand on top of yours, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“I never should have yelled at you.” He said quietly as he stared at your hands. “I just hated that he got to kiss you before I did.”

“I get that.” You nodded. “But you can’t flip out and yell at me when you get a little jealous. You have to be okay with me being close to other people.”

“I know. I’m sorry that I got so jealous.” He shook his head at himself. “I’m not that guy. I don’t want you thinking that’s who I am.”

“I know who you are.” You leaned over the table and tilted his chin so he would look at you. “Why do you think I like you as much as I do?”

“I like hearing you say that.” He mumbled, keeping his eyes on your lips.

“I like saying it.” You smirked at him as you began to lean in.

Before your lips could touch, his phone buzzed, making both of you jump. Tom sighed and picked up his phone to see what the interruption was.

“Shoot. That’s Rachel.” He frowned. “She wants me down at hair and makeup. Can we talk about this later? This is really important to me and I don’t want to rush it.”

“Of course.” You nodded. “Go get your hair done. We’ll talk later.”

Tom gave you an apologetic smile before getting up and putting his cup in the sink. He moved to the door but you stood up.

“Tom, wait.” You called, quickly walking to where he was. You put your hands on his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his cheek, letting it linger until you felt his cheeks heat up.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?” You told him, making him feel better about missing out on the kiss. He smiled softly and nodded before leaving the hotel room. You left to get your own hair and makeup done, an idea forming in your mind as you sat in your chair.

~

After getting hair and makeup done, you walked down to the lobby and went into one of the conference rooms. You saw the rest of the cast standing in a circle and went up to to them.

“There she is.” Anthony clapped as you walked up to the group. “Mrs. Evans.”

“Don’t start with that. You’re just mad it wasn’t you I was kissing out there.” You teased him, making him laugh.

“Maybe. I have a feeling I know who else is mad.” He said as he nodded his head to gesture to something behind you. You turned around and saw Tom approaching, a smile taking over your features at the sight of him. He gave you a knowing look and stood next to you as he joined the group.

“Hey guys.” He greeted, shooting Chris a quick look.

“There you are.” You smiled a little before grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him into a kiss. You felt his wide eyes flutter shut, eyelashes tickling you as he closed his eyes. He stepped forward to get closer to you before bringing his hand to face. The cast exchanged knowing looks right before you pulled away, a smile on both of your faces.

“Woah. When did that happen?” Scarlett nudged you.

“I thought it’d been happening for a while.” Anthony snorted. “Was I the only one?”

“No, I definitely saw something there. That’s why I was so surprised about yesterday.” Chris chuckled. You felt Tom tense up when he mentioned it, so you gave him a look. He relaxed and nodded, reminding himself he had nothing to be jealous of.

“I was surprised too.” He said, keeping his tone playful. “So don’t let it happen again.”

“I won’t.” Chris held up his hands. “Dodger and I are very happen on our own. He’s not willing to share me with anyone.”

“He and I have that in common then.” Tom said as draped his arm around your shoulders.

“Whats that?” You asked as you looked at Tom. He gave you a soft smile before pulling you closer to kiss your forehead.

“I don’t like to share.”

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[slasherhaven]

Omg hi I already made a request but I was just wondering if you could do the slashers’ reactions to their S/O accidentally hitting them in the face

The Slashers reacting to their S/O accidentally hitting them in the face:

Thomas Hewitt 

Thomas instantly knew it was an accident, there was no way you would purposely hit him in the face. 

He’s just taken back because he wasn’t expecting it.

“Oh my God, Tommy, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” you instantly started fussing over him, even though you couldn’t have hit him all that hard.

Thomas just nodded, assuring you that he was alright and that he wasn’t mad at you. But he still seemed a little stunned.

...and he definitely wasn’t going to stop you from continuing to fuss over him, apologising as you kisses his cheeks.

Michael Myers 

Slow blink. As soon as it happens, your eyes widened, realising your mistake. You looked to him, seeing that he was already looking at you, just giving you a slow blink.

“Michael, I’m so sorry!”

It didn’t even hurt him, he’s had worse, he just didn’t want to admit that you had actually surprised him and caught him off guard.

When you lean up on your toes to try to check his face, he just places a hand on your shoulder and pushes you back down onto your feet. Silently assuring you that he was fine.

He knew it was an accident so he wasn’t mad at you. If you were anyone else, you would be dead already. God, he allows too much from you.

Jason Voorhees 

When you accidently hit him, Jason was more stunned than anything. He knew that it had to be an accident but he still couldn’t quite believe it happened.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry, Jay! Are you okay?” you asked, eyes wide with worry.

Truth be told, he barely felt it, he’s experienced worse. He was completely fine. He just thought it was adorable that you were fussing over him over something so small.

He blushes when you apologise and scatter kisses over his face/mask.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms jumps it, perhaps a little dramatically, and looks down at you. You just know he is pouting under that mask.

“Brahms, I’m sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean too” you apologised sincerely, already pulling him into a hug.

He’s stubborn though, you’re going to have to do a lot more than that to get him to forgive you. Even if he knows that it was an accident.

He’s just going to use this as an excuse to get lots of attention and affection from you. But you hit him and you’re not going to cuddle with him and give him kisses?

Bo Sinclair

“Shit. What the hell?” Bo quickly pushed your hand away when you hit him, turning to you with a slight glare.

“Ah, sorry Bo, it was an accident” you defended yourself, trying not to laugh about it. It was kind of funny, Bo was just stubborn. “Aw come on, you’re not actually mad at me, are you?” you frowned as he sulked to himself.

It’s an easy fix though, just wrap your arms around his neck and give him a kiss while you apologise, asking him what you can do to make it up to him. 

He’ll think of something...

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent just flinches back at the impact, even if it wasn’t that hard, it was surprising. Turning to look at you with a widened eye.

“Oh Vinny, I’m sorry. It didn’t hurt, did it?” you asked, hoping that you hadn’t hurt him, even in the slightest.

He shook his head to assure you that he was okay but you still apologised again.

And he certainly isn’t going to turn down your hug and kisses of apology, just wrapping his arms around you. He would have preferred that he didn’t get hit in the face but at least this was how it ended!

Lester Sinclair 

Lester knows it’s an accident, why would you just hit him? So, he just laughs it off.

“Damn, ya got quite a punch there” Lester chuckles while playfully rubbing his cheek, where you had accidently hit him.

“I’m so sorry, Lester....” when you apologise, still feeling bad for having hit him, he’ll just give you a quick kiss and assure you that it’s alright.

You’ll both just laugh it off pretty quickly.

Bubba Sawyer 

Bubba lets out a surprised squeak like sound when your hand hits him in the face. 

You gasped as you turned to him, eyes wide and apologetic. He’s just looking back at you with wide eyes, not sure whether he should be hurt or not by the action.

“I’m so sorry, Bubs, it was accident. You know it didn’t mean it” you assured him as you quickly embraced him.

Cupping his face in your hands, you scattered kisses over his face. It soon had him giggling and forgiving you, returning the playful kisses.

Billy Lenz 

You completely startled him and he jumped up from his position on the couch.

“Billy! I’m so sorry!” your eyes widened when you realised that you just accidently hit him in the face.

He was just watching you, trying to figure out whether he should be upset by it or not. Billy doesn’t do well with being startled.

Just guide him into a hug and kiss his cheek while apologising. He’ll forgive you quickly while wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back down onto the couch with him.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Asa just looks at you with the most straight, unamused expression.

If you didn’t already feel so comfortable around him, you’d worry he was going to kill you.

“...sorry?” of course he knew it was an accident, you wouldn’t hit him in the face on purpose, but you still apologised.

“Be careful” Asa sighed, shaking his head at you. You couldn’t help but chuckle a little as you shifted closer to him. 

You apologised again, resting your head on his shoulder, making him begrudgingly wrap an arm around you.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) 

Jesse barely reacts to it, other than just turning to face you.

If he’s wearing the mask at the time, you’re probably going to hurt your hand more than you hurt him. Resulting in him taking your hand in his and checking it, even giving it a small kiss just to make you blush.

If he wasn’t wearing the mask, he expects some sort of reparations. That means kisses and apologies, even if he knew it was an accident and it didn’t even really hurt him. He’s just messing with you at this point.

Otis Driftwood 

“What the absolute fuck?!” Otis jumped as you hit him in the face, looking at you with a look of pure surprise and mild anger.

“I’m sorry! It was an accident!” you quickly apologised, eyes widening...while also trying not to laugh.

Otis will mutter to himself, rubbing his cheek where you hit him as if to prove a point.

He’s stubborn but you can easily break him. Now, you can’t help but chuckle as you wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheek, asking him if he will forgive you.

He will, just in a grumble.

Baby Firefly

“Hey!” Baby yelled as she turned you, a look of bewilderment on her face. Did you just hit here?!

“I’m sorry” you couldn’t help but giggle at her surprised face but you did still feel back for having done it.

“That better have been an accident” she warned playfully, already smiling with you.

Once you promise her that it was, she will laugh along with you, shaking her head as she wrapped an arm around you to pull you into a hug, kissing your cheek.

Yautja (Predator)

As your eyes are widening and you’re pulling you arm away, about to apologise, your mate has already caught your wrist by instinct.

He’ll keep hold of your wrist as he looks you up and down questioningly.

“I’m sorry, it was an accident” you apologised with a guilty smile, already knowing that he wasn’t mad.

He’d let out a series of clicks that remind you of a chuckle, before releasing your wrist and patting the top of your head to assure you it was okay.

[calumxkisses]

Us | c.h.

pairing: calum hood x f!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

summary: Michael and Crystal take you and Calum along to visit their wedding hall and it's the perfect location for a dance full of love.

a/n: am i obsessed with the idea of dancing with Calum? yes. let me know if you liked it. i'm still not really good at writing fluff imagines but i'm learning and i'll hopefully do better in the future.

you should read this imagine while listening to: us

➳

“So, this is the wedding hall?” Calum asks as he enters looking around the room. The structure is huge, there is still a lot to do but some decorations have already been fixed.

“Yeah, there are a few things we would like to change but it’s pretty much gonna be like this.” Michael responds, walking inside the room and looking around.

“It's lovely, guys. It's like being in a fairy tale.” You whisper while looking around the room. Your fingers are barely intertwined with Calum's as you look at the room, admiring the ceiling and the windows overlooking the sea.

You turn to Crystal and notice a tear running down her face as she admires the room. A smile forms on your face as you see your best friend so happy, her dream is coming true and you couldn't feel more proud of her.

This marriage has overcome the strangest obstacles, the biggest certainly was having to be postponed due to a pandemic, but their love has never stopped in front of these, it has grown more and more and to be able to be among the witnesses of their love is among the things you are most grateful for.

The room is very large, has an oval shape and is surrounded by windows overlooking the sea. Some tables have already been set up and embellished, they are also circular in shape and have floral decorations in the center. The tablecloth is embroidered in lace, it is pearl white but the different colored decorations, which accompany the flowers in the center, make the table look wonderful and original, recalling Crystal's passion for plants.

The chairs that surround them, simple but still elegant, have ribbons that decorate them. They’re gold and white, yet their simple design makes them look gorgeous.

“We are going to talk to the wedding planner to fix some things, in the meantime you can stay here and see if there is something else that we should change.” Crystal's voice grabs your attention, as she approaches Michael and takes his hand in hers. The wedding planner is at the entrance, smilingly waits for the couple and, for a moment, you think that there can’t be a more beautiful job than being able to make the dreams of couples come true.

“Calum, can you check that the stereo is working? They told me they fixed it but I haven't been able to check it yet, you'd be doing me a big favor.” Michael asks as he leaves the room grinning and not leaving time to Calum to reply.

“Gotcha.” Your boyfriend replies, shaking his head in amusement and smiling.

As Calum approaches the speakers, you take another moment to admire the room.

Looking up, your breath locks in your chest as Crystal's gorgeous decorations leave you in awe. The ceiling, which was previously simply white and wooden, is decorated with strips of tulle hanging like waves, giving life to a sense of peace and softness. The stripes extend all over the ceiling, giving the impression of being in the middle of the clouds.

In addition to the tulle, in a delicate way, some threads of small lights descend from the ceiling, romantically illuminating the room and creating an intimate and unobtrusive atmosphere.

A small elegant chandelier hangs in the center of the room, it is gold and its light is not as strong as someone might think, it is ideal to keep the room more illuminated in the most important moments, but its presence is more scenic than functional.

Some leaves and some flowers come down intertwined along the edges of the windows, hiding the window frame and making the atmosphere of the room even more simple and elegant.

The main theme is certainly white and gold, but Crystal and Michael made sure to add a few more hints of color as well, in order to make the room less monotonous and more fairytale.

The light inside the room disappears, leaving only the small lights that descend from the ceiling on. You open your mouth to ask what happened, but the words do not come out as your gaze rests on the sea outside the room, calm as in the best days, while a wonderful sunset is reflecting on the clear water. The sky is painted orange and pink, some clouds are scattered in the sky and you no longer have any doubts on why your friends have chosen this location.

There is a sense of peace in the air and you feel like you are in a different world, in a world of calm and joy, while the land where you have lived in these difficult months seems a distant memory.

“It's beautiful, isn't it?” Calum whispers in your ear as his hands rest on your hips from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and looking outside.

“If it's a dream, please don't wake me up.” You whisper, closing your eyes and letting the sea air coming in through the window on your left, caress your face.

“I could never do that, you are too beautiful when you sleep.” You can see him smile as he whispers those words and, as every time he smiles, you smile too. There is something contagious about his joyful expressions, they warm your heart and you can't help but share them with him.

“Does the stereo system work?” You ask after a few minutes of silence, turning around to face him and leaving a quick kiss on his lips.

“Do you want to try it with me?” he asks with a smile, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket and pressing a couple of buttons on the screen.

“What do you mean?” A confused expression forms on your face. The long lilac summer dress moves with every blow of the wind but the summer temperature makes sure that you don't feel cold.

Calum puts the phone back in his pocket and, after a few seconds, the first notes of your favorite love song can be heard throughout the room.

While you smile, your boyfriend clears his throat and, reaching out his hand, asks you: “May I have this dance?”

Your cheeks turn red and the muscles of your face stretch into an even bigger smile as you nod and grab his hand. Calum walks you to the center of the room and holds your hips, bringing you closer to him.

And, as the first words of one of the most beautiful love songs echo in the room, you rest your head on his chest and close your eyes as your feet move to the sweet rhythm of the music.

Sometimes I'm beaten

Sometimes I'm broken

'Cause sometimes this is nothing but smoke

Is there a secret?

Is there a code?

Can we make it better?

'Cause I'm losing hope

Calum had never loved dancing, at least not this much. His footsteps were limited to a few twirls and jumps on stage or some weird movement on the dance floor, when the alcohol level in his body was way too high to be ashamed of anything he was doing. He had always seen dancing as something that did not belong to him, an activity that stressed him more than it should, and he had never imagined that he could love it so much.

But after you arrived in his life, one of the moments he loves the most is to dance with you, at two in the morning, in the kitchen, to the notes of any love song you are obsessed with in that moment, in the peace of the silence and of the sleepless night, while Duke looks at you confused and waits for the right moment to come ask for cuddles.

The way you let him hold you, the way you let yourself be vulnerable in front of him, away from judging eyes, and the way he feels like protecting you, in the darkness of the room, makes him feel a sense of calm that he hasn' t felt for a long time before your presence in his life.

And even if he was the universe's worst dancer and the whole world was watching him, he’d still dance with you.

Tell me how to be in this world

Tell me how to breathe in and feel no hurt

Tell me how could I believe in something

I believe in us

Calum squeezes your hand tightly as, observing you with eyes full of love, he spins you in front of him. The sunlight lights up your face and the man in front of you is sure he has never seen anything more beautiful. You look like a Greek goddess, the kind you hear in stories and in history books, the goddesses who saved the bravest soldiers and helped them in the toughest feats.

This is how he feels, ever since he saw in you a friend - and then a girlfriend - more than an enemy, he saw his little world in fractions being put back into place, with delicacy and love, and he is ready to sacrifice his most important assets to always have you on his side.

The sun is slowly setting, making room for the moon and all its stars. Yet, with him holding you tight, it seems to you that the world has stopped.

After the wreckage

After the dust

I still hear the howling, I still feel the rush

Over the riots, above all the noise

Through all the worry, I still hear your voice

Calum would be able to describe every single moment he walked into the dark and you led his way out with your light. Whenever he had writer's block, whenever anxiety kept him from getting through his day, whenever his thoughts got too dark and the demons took over, you were there.

Your delicate hands caressing his face or the sweet melody of your voice whispering comforting words, Calum remembers every one of these moments, every single one.

When the world becomes too heavy and distressing, he knows that you will be by his side and that you will help him carry the heavy weight.

And when the insecurities make their way into him, you will always be ready to remind him that he deserves to be loved.

So, tell me how to be in this world

Tell me how to breathe in and feel no hurt

Tell me how 'cause I believe in something

I believe in us

Tell me when the light goes out

That even in the dark we will find a way out

Tell me now 'cause I believe in something

I believe in us

Between dance steps, Calum lulls you slowly, the song continues to echo in your ears, and even your jaw relaxes. It’s so calming to not feel the weight of the world and the speed of time but to be able to enjoy this moment with a light heart and a head empty of all worries. In a society that runs fast and demands perfection from everything, having the opportunity to be able to stop and be left alone in love and peace is a luxury that cannot always be granted. Especially when your boyfriend is in an internationally famous band and you are trying to make your smaller, yet still of great value, dreams come true.

There is no worry about having to say the right words, having to wear the best clothes or just being yourself and praying to be accepted by millions of people who don't know you but who judge you as being part of your life.

‘She's not good enough for him’ or ‘He deserves someone more beautiful, with a perfect body, with a good mental health’ or even ‘She doesn't really love him, she does it for the money’ And there are also those gorgeous people he meets often, who work in some radio or who know mutual friends, and immediately those words written under your photos get inside you and make every certainty collapse.

You look at yourself into the mirror and you think they're right, that you're not perfect and that he really deserves one of those cover girls or someone who won't make him worry if you don't answer the phone. Insecurities that, however, under the sheets of a now familiar home, Calum makes you forget about.

And the words he whispers to you every day, the way he looks at you as if you were the most beautiful person in the world, the consideration he has of you, the notes he leaves on the table when he goes out or all those details that he pays attention to, they convince you that he doesn't care what size you are, the color of your skin or the negative thoughts that cross your mind, he loves you for your intelligence, for the kindness you carry in your heart and the delicacy with which you treat him, for the funny sound of your laugh and the way you make him feel in heaven, while reminding him to always keep his feet on the ground. And those comments, those ideas, disappear in the blink of an eye.

And now, like every time you’re with him, with your head on his chest and with his arms holding you, with the sea in the background and the lights that illuminate that corner of paradise that Crystal created, everything seems to be in the right place.

Used to be kids living just for kicks

In cinema seats, learning how to kiss

Running through streets that were painted gold

We never believed we'd grow up like this

Calum had never had good words to describe his love life. He had had love stories he was not proud of, toxic or in which he hadn't really felt strong feelings, and of the only good stories he had had, he didn’t like to tell about them because he was ashamed of how he had lived them. He believed that he hadn’t committed enough or that he hadn’t loved in the right ways.

So, he had decided not to try anymore, to put aside that desire to want to create something with someone and the more the people around him fell in love with and the more he thought about the effort he should have made, and all that stress made him forget the meaning to love. He didn’t want to meet anyone anymore, his life was good as it was.

And when you showed up awkwardly, in ruined makeup and wet clothes, Calum had thought of a thousand reasons why he didn't want to deal with you. Who shows up at an event dressed like this? What kind of girls does Crystal meet? And the way you talked about how your umbrella broke halfway and how you were about to be hit by a car didn't interest him. Calum just wanted to eat at that restaurant, pulled there by his best friends after a day spent in the studio.

And when the party moved to a friend’s house, it only bothered him how carefully you made sure you didn't spill your drink as you moved between dancing bodies and wagging dogs. He couldn't stand how you talked about life to Ashton, the love you put into describing the people who were part of it.

And when he saw you a few weeks later, he hated the way you greeted him and the way you worried about how he was doing. All too cheesy, too filmy and unrealistic.

But then, without realizing it, between one hateful look and another, Calum listened with interest to the way you talked about your passions and hobbies, how you described the places you had visited and the cities you dreamed of seeing. He laughed at you dancing and smiled when you paid attention to what people were saying around you, mentally marking down all the information to make sure to always ask the right questions.

And he found himself wanting the same attention from you, to see the smile you gave to others, dedicated to him. And so his answers to you became less and less cold and he had become less good at hiding his sweet eyes from you.

And even though every cell of his body was asking otherwise, to not feel another broken heart, Calum had decided to kiss you in the backstage of the iHeartRadio 2018, while you were wearing his leather jacket and moving his hair from the front of his eyes.

And the rest is history.

So, tell me how to be in this world

Tell me how to breathe in and feel no hurt

Tell me how 'cause I believe in something

I believe in us

Tell me when the light goes out

That even in the dark we will find a way out

Tell me now 'cause I believe in something

I believe in us

And like when Emily Bronte said ‘Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same’, as in the case of your love, there isn't much to do. You cannot go against fate if two hearts are meant to spend the rest of eternity together.

There are no arguments, reasons or strong enough excuses to separate those who are connected by much more than just love. And that’s what makes you this close, that in the darkness of the world, in the hell of fear and anger, that strong feeling resists, and fighting together is always better than doing it alone.

It’s a strong love, ready to defeat everything that tries to divide it, ready to sacrifice the absolute good of one, in order to spend the rest of life in misery together.

Like the rebellious angels, who preferred an earthly love to the eternal glory of God, so you are bound to laugh and cry together, and there is nothing that can make you happier than that.

Calum turns you around one last time, whispering a compliment in your ear and making your laughter echo across the room. The sun has now set and the stars are taking its place, the lights that descend from the ceiling look like little fairies that got lost admiring your love and the room has taken the shape of a magical forest.

Your friends are at the door of the entrance, with eyes full of love they look at the two of you laughing together and their hearts melt to see you so in love and they can’t help but imagine themselves in your place, in a few weeks, ready to dance and share the same love that you and Calum are sharing.

Breaking the peace of that dream, with pride and a grin on his face, is Michael, clapping and laughing at the way your boyfriend is completely in love with you but also feeling happy to see him so positively changed. He takes a few steps toward you and you don't need to hear him speak to imagine the comments he's thinking, making you and Calum shake your heads smiling.

“Just so you know, I expect to see you dance like that at our wedding too.” Your best friend's sweet voice says as she points at you by moving her finger between you and your boyfriend.

You run toward Crystal, her pink hair is tied up in a low ponytail, with a few tufts running down her face. Her smile is big on her face, lighting up her joyful expression. You have a billion questions to ask her, most of them are about the choices they made for the final decorations and your heart is so full at thinking about your best friends getting married.

You’re too caught up in your happiness to notice Calum, just a dozen steps behind you, smiling to his bandmate while whispering: “I want to spend the rest of my life with her.”

“Well, you know what to do.” Michael responds by nodding with his head and looking proudly at his best friend.

“Will you help me organize the proposal?”

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[aurorablue22]

Scarface - Young!Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary: Somebody decides to mess with Moony. 

(A/N): This can be interpreted as a platonic or romantic relationship between Remus and the reader, it hasn’t been specified! Also, as far as I know, I have created the names and characters of Michael Bershire and his crowd. 

Warnings: violence, blood, mention of scars, heavy swearing. If you are sensitive to these things, please do not continue below the “keep reading” line. 

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It was a typical Sunday night for Remus Lupin. As per usual, he had picked up prefect duties for this evening, and wandered throughout the corridors of the castle. 

Midnight was fast approaching, and Remus paused for a moment. Due to him being a werewolf, his senses were amplified, meaning that one of his abilities was superb hearing. 

Lupin cocked his head towards the dungeon staircase, where he heard a bit of commotion. He didn’t even have a moment to approach the noise before the cause was revealed. 

Michael Bershire and his Slytherin gang. 

Remus forced himself not to roll his eyes. Of course, they just had to be out while he was on prefect rounds. 

It seemed that the five lads didn’t notice Remus until he cleared his throat. They quickly snapped their heads in his direction.

“Lupin, ol’ chap! What’re you doing out so late? Haven’t you got a book to read?” Michael Bershire held his head up high, an annoyingly perfect grin plastered on his face. His gelled auburn hair reflected so strongly the candlelight in the halls. 

Remus had to refrain from rolling his eyes as Bershire took a few steps forward. “Gentlemen, it’s approaching midnight. I’ll have to ask you to return to your dormitories.”

“Oh and that we will do! It’s just, we’re a bit preoccupied at the moment. Isn’t that right, lads?” Bershire looked back at his companions, who nodded fervently. 

Remus was taller than Bershire, but because of his horrible posture, they seemed to be on the same level. He bit back a grimace when Bershire’s painfully minty breath stung his eyes. 

“Now if you’ll excuse us, we have business to attend to.” Bershire dramatically turned, his house robes swishing behind him. 

“Well then,” Remus says, “I’m afraid I’ll have to report you to your head of house, and I don’t believe you’d want that to happen. So if you don’t mind-”

And just as dramatically, the Slytherin boy whipped around again. 

“What was that, Scarface?” 

Before Remus could even form words, Bershire was stalking towards him. 

“How dare you speak to me in such an authoritative tone? After all, you’re... well you’ve got mud in your veins!” 

“And blood on his face.” one of the boys behind him added. Remus recognized him to be Adam Percival, the greasiest boy he knew. 

“You’re right Perce, he does have blood on his face. What, was ol’ Minnie upset you didn’t grade her papers for her? Or was it-”

“Shut it, Bershire.” Remus tried his best to compose himself, but couldn’t seem to look away from his shuffling feet. The full moon was only a few days ago, and he’d been left with a couple scrapes around his jaw and cheeks. 

Michael Bershire was baffled. That is, until he came up with another one of his clever ideas. 

“Boys, I’d say we teach Lupin a little lesson. After all, he should know - given his crowd - that snitches are frowned upon.” The 5 Slytherins slowly stalked towards Remus. “And you know what they say-”

“Snitches get stitches.” 

It was then that Remus was swiftly grabbed by two of the boys, and his arms were held behind him as Bershire swung at his stomach. Once they’d decided he’d had enough, Remus’ arms were dropped and his knees buckled under their forceful kicks. 

They pushed him onto the ground where they continued to harm him; kicking and hitting with all their might. It seemed like ages before they let up. 

Slowly, they backed away, but not before Michael could kneel before Remus’ shaking form. 

“Remember what I said, Lupin.”

And with that, he stood up and hurried away, while Remus was left alone in the dark corridor. 

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Sirius’ head perked up as Remus entered the common room portrait hole. 

“Moony you’re back! Merlin we thought you got lost-”

“Where ya been, mate?” James cut him off. “We had to play three extra rounds of exploding snap waitin’ for you!”

Peter sat up from his position in front of the fireplace. “Alright Moony? You seem kinda quiet-”

“Good Godric Remus, you look awful!” Sirius shouted when Lupin faced them. 

“Yeah, and I feel just as great.” he said, taking a seat on the worn out couch. 

James came to sit on the armrest beside him. “What happened Moons?”

After Remus came to explain the series of events, the rest of the Marauders were fuming. 

“Oh I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him!” Sirius shouted as he kicked over a coffee table.

“Sirius please, not now!” Remus groaned, covering his ears. “All I want right now, is to go to my room, and get a good night’s rest. Alright? I’ll deal with this bullshit in the morning.” 

“Here, we’ll help you up.” James offered his arm, to which Remus took politely. Just as they were lifting the lycanthrope off the couch, they heard giggles coming from the staircase leading to the girls dormitories. 

“Who’s there?” Peter whisper shouted, receiving a “You bloody idiot!” and a slap from Sirius. 

“It’s just us!” Marlene whisper shouted back, as she, followed by you and Lily, entered the common room. 

“What the hell are you doing up?”

“Nice to see you too, Black.” Marlene raised an eyebrow. 

“If you really wanted to know, we were hungry, and figured the house elves might have some snacks for us. What’s your excuse?” Lily said, crossing her arms over her pajama top. 

“Remus just got back from prefect duties, figured we would-”

“Sweet Merlin Remus, what happened to you?” you suddenly exclaimed, making Peter jump. 

You rushed over to him, taking hold of his face, forcing him to look at you. 

“It’s nothing (Y/N), really. My transformation was a little rough, that’s all-”

“Remus, your transformation was three days ago. What the bloody hell is all this?!”

“Bershire beat him up.” James confessed. 

Remus turned to face Potter, shooting imaginary daggers at him. 

“She was bound to find out anyway! Besides, look what he’s bloody done!”

“Michael Bershire did this to you? That bastard-” 

Remus gently removed your hands from his face. “Listen, I appreciate your concern, but I really don’t want to deal with this right now. Can somebody please just help me to my room?” 

The boys swooped in and half carried Remus to their dormitories, while you and your girls quietly said goodnight. 

“Can you fucking believe that?!”

“Marlene, hush.”

“That fucking twat. Oh, I can’t wait to see what the boys have in store for him. I bet-”

“Marlene, please! Remus said he didn’t want to deal with this right now, so we’re dropping the subject. I say we go back to our rooms and get some rest.”

“But I’m hungry!”

“Swallow your spit. Now c’mon.” Lily ushered Marlene back up the stairs, before turning back and taking your hand. 

“You alright, (Y/N/N)?” she gave you a knowing look. 

“I’m with Marlene. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for him.”

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Lily was the earliest riser in your dorm. That being said, she took it upon herself to wake the rest of you up in the morning. You’d had a half decent sleep, and as you rubbed your eyes awake, you heard the playful banter of Marlene and Alice.

“Marls, get a move on!! You know what we said about those Hollywood showers!”

“It’s Americano, Ally!”

“I don’t give a damn what it is! Get out!”

You and Lily were ready before the rest of the girls, so you walked arm in arm down to the Great Hall. It wasn’t until the Marauders sat at your table you recalled everything that happened last night. 

“Alright (Y/N/N)? That vein in your forehead looks like its’ bout to burst.” Sirius said while grabbing a stack of pancakes. 

“Do you have an bloody clue what you’re going to do about this?! Remus, you can’t let Bershire off this easy.” you turned your head towards your favorite (and slightly bruised) lycanthrope. 

“I swear, I’m fine. And besides, the boys will work up something eventually.”

“Yea, eventually.” James exclaimed through forkfuls of food. “Moony made us promise to not even look at Bershire for a week!”

“A week?!”

James nodded enthusiastically, cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk. 

“Since when do you defend bullies, Remus?!” you practically yelled, clenching the cutlery you were holding. 

“It’s not that (Y/N), it’s just-”

“It’s because he’s afraid of him.” Peter blurted out, making everyone’s heads turn. His hands shot over his mouth in realization. 

“Why is it the only time you open your mouth it’s to say something stupid?” Sirius said, hanging onto a glare. 

“You’re afraid of Michael Bershire?! Remus that’s not healthy! That’s- that’s horrible! Sweet Merlin Rem, I’ll show him what to be afraid of-” Remus cut you off.

“I’ve told you already, please don’t make me repeat myself again.” Remus placed his hand over yours. “The boys will handle this eventually. If you really love me, stay out of it.”

You settled down then, but still scanned the Hall for any signs of Remus’ attacker. The rest of breakfast carried on as usual, the rest of your friends joining you for the meal. 

Sirius walked you and Mary to class, giving you each a courteous bow. 

“Shall I pick you up after your lesson, my fair ladies?” he said in a deep bow, with a rigid posh accent. “The gentlemen and I were planning on.. err.. skipping our courses.” 

You giggled at Sirius’ poor attempt of finding a replacement word for “skip”.

“Yeah, why not. See ya then, Black!” Mary turned towards the door.

“I bid you farewell my lovelies!” he then proceeded to bound down the hallway to Astronomy, which was on the complete opposite side of the castle. 

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Your class, Defense Against the Dark Arts, passed fairly quickly. And just as he had promised, Sirius came to pick you up, now with James and Marlene in tow. 

Marlene beamed at the sight of you and Mary. 

“Thank Godric you’re here! I was getting tired of these two.”

James gave her a light shove. “We’ll be meeting Moony and Wormtail towards the east end.”

“Couldn’t convince Lily to come along?”

James looked like he was about to protest, but sighed in defeat. You and your friends continued down the corridor, eventually meeting Remus and Peter after their rigorous Astronomy note-taking. You soon found yourself squished between James and Remus, marching down the main hallway.

“Hey, I thought we were sticking to the east end?”

“Silly (Y/N), we were meeting in the east end.” Sirius explained, as if he were speaking to a child. “Now, we’re on our way to the west end.”

“Ah right, and it makes perfect sense to take the busiest corridor in the school.” Mary quipped, and Marlene giggled.

The walk was pleasant, and filled with greetings from fellow classmates. Every now and then, James and Sirius would snicker about something, or mutter jokes to the group. It was then, that you saw him.

Michael Bershire, proud and tall, lead his pack of nuisances opposite you down the bright hallway. Most students ducked out of the way to avoid him, and a few first years were visibly shaking at the sight of him.  

Your vision went red as you locked eyes on your target. It was time.

“James,” you slipped your bag off and passed it to your left, “mind holding this f’me?”

“Uh, yeah su- (Y/N)!!”

In the blink of an eye, you had left your friends’ sides and found yourself hurtling towards Bershire. Although you were smaller than him, the sheer impact of your collision with him knocked the two of you off your feet. You landed on top on him. 

He knocked his head off the stone floor, and for a moment you thought he’d lost consciousness. But the bewildered look in his eyes told you otherwise. It was now or never. 

“YOU BLOODY BASTARD!” you screamed, letting hell rain down on Michael Bershire. You swung left and right, pummeling his once perfectly sculpted face. You could feel the bruises forming on your knuckles already. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH REMUS LUPIN?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU BLITHERING FUCK!”

Somehow, Bershire had managed to wrap his legs around your waist, pulling you towards him and flipping your bodies so that you were beneath him. He pinned your wrists beside your head, and you felt the concrete sting your hands. 

‘No, how dare you, you muddy little bitch?!”

And that’s what set you off. You produced a sound that could only be described as a battle cry, and flung your forehead up and into his. Distracted by the headbutt, Bershire’s tense core loosened the slightest bit. It was enough for you crunch up and bring your knees into his groin, causing him to cry out in pain. 

Using his own momentum against him, you successfully flipped around again, resuming your position above his quivering form. Your hands found themselves around his throat, and without realizing it, you were bashing his head in the ground. 

thunk, thunk, thunk.

It was only Professor McGonagall’s shrill cry of fear that brought you back to reality. 

“MISS (L/N), GET OFF OF THAT BOY!”

You felt strong hands wrap around your arms and shoulders, whipping around to see that it was the four Marauders pulling you away from Bershire. The Slytherin gang was dragging said boy’s writhing and groaning form onto a cot from the hospital wing. 

You only stopped your kicking and resistance when McGonagall approached you, pointing her finger in your face, looking more angry than you’d ever seen her. 

“My office. Now.” she spoke, in such a tone that visible shivers went down your spine. The boys had yet to let go of your arms, and half carried you down the hallway of gawking and goggling students. 

Once arriving to her office, McGonagall stood in the doorway. She looked expectant and impatient all wrapped into one. You were finally let go of, and slowly turned to the four boys behind you. 

James and Peter still looked a bit shocked, and you found little comfort in the proud look Sirius was trying to hide. But Remus’ face is what hurt you the most.

“Rem, I-” you croaked. He wouldn’t even look at you. “I’m so sorry, I don’t-”

McGonagall cleared her throat bitterly behind you, cutting you off. You whispered another, barely audible “I’m sorry”, before following the Professor into her office. 

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Hello my lovelies!! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. Let me know if I should follow up with this fic! 

Also, a reminder that requests are open!! <3

~Aurora