#a caleb who would stay would need to be held down but he would never want to stay. he would get bitter
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Parking garage scene (or, well, it started as a parking garage scene inspired by @spookylucy’s post)
Lucy wakes with a start. She feels groggy. Drugged? She tries to move her arms and finds them bound to… chair arms? And she is seated. So. Another Caleb nightmare. She’s a bit of a pro at lucid dreaming by this point, and she knows exactly how to end this one.
Sure enough, she hears Tim calling out, “Lucy?! Lucy, are you there?”
She smiles, knowing he is there to rescue her. “I’m in here, Tim!”
“It’s going to be okay, Lucy, we’ll find a way out. It’s going to be okay,” and maybe she could have pretended she didn’t hear the fear in his voice. The way he said “we’ll” find a way out.
But then she focuses on the window in the wall in front of her. The one-way glass. With Tim on the other side, blindfolded and strapped down to an interrogation table.
This had never happened in her dreams before. And that’s when she knows it isn’t a dream.
“Tim, do you remember what happened?” She asks, trying to keep the panic from her voice.
“My- my house, Lucy,” he chokes out.
Lucy knows they had both been on shift. So she’ll retrace her steps from there.
“The last day I remember, I changed out and then headed to my car in the parking garage.
“Oh no, is that how I was abducted again? Wait, no, I’m walking up to my car and you’re there. You say it’s not safe with Rosalind at large and on a mission, and that I should… come home with you instead. Me and Tamara. Tamara?! Is Tamara here?!
“Wait no… Tamara said she would rather stay with Angela and Wesley because she loves baby Jack, and Kojo’s there too… so it’s just you and me.
“We go to your house, you set your alarms, and we go to bed. This time, you offer to sleep on your couch, but we both know that’s not happening. So I get into your bed, and I pull one of your arms around me, and I feel so… safe.”
“And then we wake up here,” Tim finishes her story quietly.
“Right, so,” Lucy pushes forward, “How? We both know you set the alarms. We didn’t eat or drink anything drugged. We just had a glass of water before bed.”
“Wait,” Tim interrupted. “We know we were drugged. And we know we both had water from my pitcher. And Rosalind could make a roofie that wouldn’t be noticeable in water.”
“Yeah, maybe. But then she’d have to have been here when we got in. And your alarms were working. So how could that happen? Nobody knows your alarm codes except people you’d trust with your life.”
“And Ashley,” Tim adds, an icy horror seeping into his voice. “She’s seen me enter all the codes.”
“But she’s Jerry’s daughter!” Lucy decides not to point out she’s his girlfriend as well. “You really think she’s capable of working with Rosalind?”
“I don’t really know her, Luce.”
“Okay, so, our working theory is that Rosalind and Ashley abducted us from your house the night after our last shift. We were both scheduled for the next day, too, so if it’s morning everyone already knows we’re missing.
“And Tamara knows we were staying at your house. So maybe they can pick up a trail from there…”
“It looks like we’re in an abandoned police station? Or something like that…” Lucy muses, looking around.
“Lucy,” Tim starts, “Are you wearing your ring?”
She looks down at her hand. Ever since they returned from Las Vegas with the news of Rosalind’s escape, she has worn it night and day off duty. And she even wore it on a chain under her uniform. She saw with relief it was still in place.
“Yes,” she called back. “Why?”
“Do you remember how I held onto it for a while before giving it back to you?”
Like she’d ever forget. “Of course. Weirdo.”
“Well… I also brought it to a jeweler. And I had them put a tracker into the setting. I didn’t think we’d ever need it, but… just in case.”
Lucy is dumbfounded. Grateful. Furious. Warm. And so impressed by the man through the wall.
“You could have told me, you know,” she rebuked. “But okay, right now you’re looking like a genius. Who has the tracking info?”
“I don’t even have it… I gave it directly to Wesley with instructions to share it with Grey and the detectives if you ever go missing.”
She sighs in relief that this wasn’t some secret all their friends and colleagues had been keeping from her.
“Lawyer-client confidentiality, huh?”
“They have to be good for something.”
Just then, they hear the bang of a battering ram breaking down a door, followed by stampedes of heavy boots and finally Angela, kicking open the door of the interrogation room Tim is held in. A few seconds later, Nyla busts into Lucy’s room.
“Hey Lopez!” She calls out through the glass. “You good there?”
“You know it!” Angela calls back. To Tim, she murmurs, “A tracker, Bradford, really.”
She releases Tim from the straps holding him down and helps him sit up. They walk into the hallway, Tim upright largely thanks to Angela’s support, and find Lucy and Nyla waiting for them. Lucy chokes back a sob and throws herself at Tim.
“I love you,” she breathes into his ear at the same time as he whispers, “I’m sorry.” She pulls back to look him in the eyes and repeats more clearly, “I love you, Tim Bradford,” then waits meaningfully.
“I love you, Lucy Chen,” he replies, and the words come out in a garbled rush (he thinks he might be crying?) and then it’s like he can suddenly breathe, and then the sunshine of her smile is filling his lungs and he has to look away, but he also can’t look away, until-
“Okay, sorry to be doing this, but we actually haven’t caught Rosalind yet, so I don’t suppose you know anything new?”
“Anything you remember, any revelations?”
To Angela and Nyla’s credit, they are both looking directly at Lucy. Maybe he’ll make her a shirt that says “Detective/Genius Chen” after she’s promoted, Tim thinks. Maybe someday it’ll be “Detective/Genius Bradford-Chen.”
Lucy grasps his hand, lacing their fingers together.
“We believe Ashley is working with Rosalind,” she reveals.
Angela takes the news in stride. “All right, let’s see if that helps us catch her. Hospital or station, you two?”
Both reply, “Hospital,” before exchanging a glance and clarifying, “I meant you!”
“How about we just get the paramedics to check you both out?” Nyla proposes. “Then we don’t have to worry about fake EMT’s kidnapping you in an ambulance. Win-win.”
Lucy glances at Tim in horror, then gasps, “Bailey!”
😉
I know logically Kojo would be at Tim’s house, but no way am I letting Ashley and Rosalind get their claws on him.
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Whumpril Day 10: "I'm Scared."
Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch
Warning: Major character death
Summary: Tech and Omega are sent off to find their target for the mission. Things don't go well.
When the batch took this mission, they knew it was dangerous. Echo had hated to ask them but the rebels needed this mission to succeed and his brothers and sister would be perfect for it. It didn't take much convincing before they agreed. After being informed they were rescuing a youngling they knew they had to.
The mission started off smoothly. Of course it couldn't stay that way. Quickly the batch found themselves running and trying to hide. They had to survive to find the youngling after all.
"Tech, Omega, go find the kid. Wrecker, Echo, and I will cause a diversion. Let us know when you have the youngling and we'll meet back up on the Marauder." With that they split.
Tech knew where everything in the facility should be. He had studied the interior before they got there. The halls all looked the same but they made their way to the cell block the child was held in.
Just as the two entered the block some stormtroopers turned the corner. Both turned around to fire. Tech focused on the troopers. Then he heard a yelp and a body hit the floor. He looked over to where his sister had been standing and realized it was her.
Without thought, Tech quickly moved her off to the side and finished off the bucket heads. Rushing back over to her he kneeled by her side to assess her injuries. "Omega?"
"Tech? Tech, I'm scared."
I'm scared. The words rang through Tech's head. He knew Omega had been scared before but she never told them. The kid had walked through hell without showing her fear. She was brave and it showed. Hearing her admit to being afraid made his heart sink. "You will be fine."
"I'm scared" she whispered. Faint crying was all that could be heard in the hall. Everything else was dead silent. It was as if time had stopped. Perhaps it had.
"I know. I am.. also afraid" Tech admitted. "It is okay to be scared. I promise we will be okay. I'll take care of you."
Looking at the injury, Tech knew he didn't have much time. He was surprised the shot hadn't killed her on impact.
"Tech, I don't wanna go." Omega shook.
"You will be alright Omega." Tech reached into one of his pouches and pulled a bacta patch out as well as some bandages. The hallway wasn't the best place to tend to the wound; it was dirty and troopers could be there any minute but there was nowhere else to move.
He turned back to face the little girl in front of him. "Omega?" Tech spoke softly. Placing the medical supplies next to him, he reached his hand out and placed it against her neck. It felt like his own heart stopped beating. Know he knew time had stopped. He would never be the same after this moment.
"Omega?" Tech's voice cracked. He started CPR on her. Only a few seconds later stormtroopers would enter the hall again. Tech shot them down and grabbed Omega's body. He ran to the cell the youngling was held and opened it. "Hello. I'm here to help you." Then Tech looked at the youngling. The report was wrong, the child was a padawan; a padawan he knew well.
"Tech?" Caleb asked.
"Hello. Now come on, we need to leave."
Caleb looked at him for a minute before stepping closer to him. "Can I trust you?"
"Yes, you can."
"Who is the girl?"
"Omega, my sister."
"You have a sister?"
"Yes. That is not important right now."
Caleb walked outside of the cell. Tech grabbed him and handed him his lightsaber. "Is she okay?" Caleb asked.
"No."
After informing Hunter that he had found the padawan, the two ran to the Marauder. On the way they ran into more stormtroopers. Cornered Tech looked over at Caleb. He was shaking. "Are you alright?"
"I'm scared." The boy's voice mixed with the dead girl's. Tech's head was playing tricks on him.
"You will be fine." He may not have been able to save Omega but he wouldn't fail Caleb, not this time. Placing Omega's body beside him he looked around the corner and put together a plan to take them out. Crosshair would have been proud of the shots he made to end their lives.
Caleb looked down at Omega's body. He realized that the girl was his age. Then he realized that she was dead. Startled he jumped back and looked over at Tech. He had finished off the soldiers and turned to pick her back up. "I'm sorry about Omega."
Tech said nothing. The two made it back to the Marauder without any other problems. The other three were already there.
On the ship Tech walked right past his brothers and laid Omega down on her bed. He rested the blanket over her growing cold body. Grabbing Lula the clone walked to face his brothers.
When he walked out with Lula they knew she was gone. Tech handed the tooka doll to his brother and walked to the cockpit to pilot the ship. Caleb tried to help the family with their loss.
Nothing would ever be the same. Tech felt trapped in that moment. For him time stopped and just couldn't start again. When someone was scared he became extremely protective over them, swearing no one would die scared under his watch. He would join Echo in the fight against the empire for that very reason. It would be a long fight and a hard one but so would healing.
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🚿 my muse has busted out the bath bombs for yours ((Cass with a whole array of trusty bath time stuff- bath bombs, bath salts, bath milk, luxurious bubble baths, flower petals and such specifically purchased for bath time, scented candles, etc- knowing that Jayn has been really stressed out, insisting that she needs to pick some scents and go take a nice, warm, bath and relax~ Can be at Caleb's place, or Cass's (since she has a bathroom off of her own bedroom with a bathtub), or even when the OT4 is all together! Either way, she's gonna try to make sure that Jayn gets to relax and nobody bothers her! <3))
Jayn was on the verge of crying when Cass texted her, asking if she was still free. The girls (also short for girlfriends) had planned their hangout a week in advance, so Jayn didn't want to cancel. But gods, it'd been so hard.
Finding her loves had been nothing short of a miracle, if not a godsend. Between learning she had magic, discovering the beauty of Ipswich, befriending her new friend-coven*, and going on her first date, her initial semesters in college had been great. But that had been when she was going to USM online. She'd transferred to Harvard starting in Fall '09, so she could stay with her newfound family, and the school was slowly killing her. She was smart enough to only take 4 classes, and yet every week left her drained, if not in tears. When she wasn't stressing out over a test or a big essay, she had some cryptic assignment instructions to decipher. Basically, Jayn constantly felt dumb, and her anxiety was through the roof. Twice, Caleb had found her sobbing, wrapped up in her sheets like a wet burrito. He gave great hugs and advice, but he was supposed to be focusing on his debates, not to mention his own assignments. It was the same with Pogue, who still worked part-time on top of swimming for the school's team, and Cass, who mixed astronomy with her Gen Ed stuff. No one was supposed to be helping her.
The moment she saw her girlfriend (after she reluctantly yanked on some clothes and brushed out her matted hair), Jayn hid in her arms, wanting nothing more than to snuggle. She told the usual lie (that she was fine, just had some allergies) and then teleported them back to Cassia's room. She wasn't sure if she had enough energy for a spirited conversation, much less a movie watching, but Cass was worth trying. And then Jayn found soft hands covering her eyes, marching her through the house.
Something smells nice. Like Cass. She smiled to herself, daydreaming about shrinking down and falling asleep in the older girl's pocket. Cass would keep her safe, far away from snippy professors and cold lecture halls...
"OK, you can look!" Those soft hands disappeared right as Jayn opened her eyes--to see something out of a rom-com. Cass's tub (which she'd seen a few times now, hehe) had turned into a fairy spa. The water was a light turquoise color, one that was so shy it seemed like a portal to another world (or maybe a clean, faraway sea!), and a thin layer of foam sat comfortably on top of it, along with a few flower petals. And then, there were tea candles in Jayn's favorite colors (silver, indigo, and pink) gently glowing throughout the room.
She couldn't help it. She broke, whimpering softly as tears ran down her face and soaked her shirt. Cass, of course, was right there, kissing her head plenty of times before she pulled Jayn into a comforting hug.
"N-no one ever--I n-never," Jayn tried. Cass simply shushed her and held her a bit longer. "W-water's gonna get cold..."
"So we should get in, then!" They undressed each other, used to keeping out of each other's way, then sat in the tub, one behind the other. Cass used a washcloth to sop up some warm water and let it run down her love's chest, making Jayn hum happily. It wasn't long before they were exchanging slow kisses and snuggling, just enjoying each other's company.
Jayn would be OK. She'd made it this far without her found family, but they'd be there if she needed them.
*as opposed to friend group! Used to refer to the OT4 + Tyler, Reid, and Aaron :D
#jkw: thread#astral-athame#cuties in a bath#apparently pinterest was made a year later lol Cass was ahead of the trend I guess
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The Lucky Horseshoes - A Heartland Season 16 AU - Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Amy sipped her coffee as they gathered around the stack of equipment in the center of the kitchen. “Ok, Lilac for Lyndy’s walls, that light green, Drizzle for the master and the master bath above the wainscoting. The grey, Krypton for the guest bedroom and sunflower for the kitchen walls. Oh the second bath gets that light rose over the wainscoting. Snowflake white for all the trim, doors and wainscot.”
The house was freshly painted matte white so closets and ceilings didn’t need to get done.Let’s start taping, who’s taking what room ?”
The painting crew for the time being was Amy, Lyndy, who insisted on helping, Jack, Lisa, Tim, Jessica, Lou and Katie. It was Katies job to keep Lyndy busy and not causing too much trouble. They had a stack of tarps for the floors, painting tape, rollers, brushes and a stack of paint cans.
“I expected your boyfriend.” Tim announced grabbing two rolls of tape.
“So did I, emergency call to the rodeo, one of the cutters threw a bad shoe. The owner was adamant, Caleb set it up. They’ll be here in a couple of hours and Cass will bring lunch from Maggie’s, the nanny gets to her at noon.”
“Finn is momma’s boyfriend.”
Lou smiled “and how do you know that sweetheart ?”
“They hold hands.”
“Holding hands is important.” Lou said the smile not leaving her face.
“And they kiss.”
“Ok.” Katie cut in with a giggle “you’re helping me today Lyndy bug.”
They all smiled when Lyndy held out her hand which Katie took.
Since Lyndy declared that she wanted to work on her room Katie and she started taping the floor board together and promised not to deal with ladders without an adult to supervise. Amy and Lou would work on the master bedroom, Lisa and Jessica in the master bath and Tim and Jack would work in the kitchen. The priority of the day was taping with painting starting later if there was time.
“What’s the schedule for the rest Amy ?” Lisa asked
“We paint the kitchen and bathrooms first thing this week and the cabinet guys will install their stuff on Friday and place the appliances which are coming Wednesday. The plumbers are coming next Monday to install the wet fixtures. It looks like most of the furniture is coming the week after so figure 3 weeks for the move in give or take.”
“Excited ?”
“It’s a combination of excitement and out and out fear Lou.”
“You’re just down the road Amy.”
“Yeah, that’s what keeps me going.”
“You got home pretty late last night sis.”
Amy smiled as the memories of the day and night before flooded back to her.
She actually gave herself 3 hours to get ready for the evening and started with a long hot mid afternoon shower. Lyndy was out with Jack and Tim for a slow ride out to see, in Lyndy’s case, and check the herd which was the actual reason for the trip.
It was strange being all alone in the house and she laughed as soon as she thought it when there was a knock at her door.
“Amy it’s Lisa, can I come in ?”
“If you don’t laugh.”
“What would I laugh at ?” She answered walking though the door. “Ok, maybe a little laugh, look at you !”
Amy smiled. She was laying in the center of the bed in a robe with her hair up in a towel having just finished polishing her nails and waiting for them to dry. Her fingers were splayed open on the bed beside her, her toes separated by cotton balls.
“That’s a nice color, it’ll go well with your dress.”
“Light coral, I like it. I should have gone in for a manicure and had tips but time ran away and they would never last.”
“He won’t be looking at your nails Amy, can I help ?”
“I don’t mind the company Lisa.”
“Then I’ll stay, tea ?”
“Tea would be great and these are dry, guess I’ll start on my hair.”
“I’ll be back in a few minutes, anyone else coming ?”
“Cass is coming by in about an hour to hang, she’s leaving her BMW for the date.”
“I was going to ask if you wanted the Porsche, just had it detailed.”
“Hmmm, Beamer or Porsche, what’s a girl to do ?”
Lisa smiled “let me get the tea.”
After leaving Amy her tea Lisa took her place on the bed leaning against the headboard with her feet up while Amy brushed out her hair.
“Nervous ?”
Amy turned to answer “off the wall butterflies, I never felt like this with Ty, at least I don’t remember it.”
“I remember your prom dance, you were pretty antsy.”
“I don’t think that was this Lisa, I mean this is bordering on nausea.”
“Sip your tea Amy, it’ll calm you down, it’s chamomile. You do realize this is all different. I don’t know how to say it buy you and Ty got stretched out into one long soap opera and had he not had a relationship with Heartland, I just don’t know.”
Amy sighed and nodded, took a sip and a deep breath and went back to brushing before reaching to plug in her curling iron. She sprayed the edges of her hair as the iron heated.
“One of the things I’ve thought about since, I don’t know. Anyway, not the time to think about it. Lisa could you pull out my dress and fluff it out, you can hang it on that hook.”
“What about make-up, think you’ll be able to handle that on your own ?”
“It’s embarrassing but my hands are shaking, Cass volunteered to do it for me.”
“She’s a good friend.”
Amy smiled and started curing her hair “she’s enjoying this.”
“She’s not alone.” Lisa answered smiling when the knock came. “That’s probably Cass, I’ll get her.”
Amy was surprised hearing two other voices and then realized that one was Jessica’s who had apparently shown up together with Cass.
They both came in a couple minutes later each carrying a cup of coffee. Lisa followed them in a few minutes later.
“Jess, I didn’t expect to see you today.”
“I’m leaving right away, my meeting’s at 6 but I wanted to be here for the gift.”
“What gift ?”
“The gift Jess and I had made for you.”
“What gift Lisa ?”
“This gift Amy, for you from both of us.” Jess said handing her a small wrapped box.
Amy smiled and looked at the box.
“Well, open it.” Cass said from her spot on the bed.
The box was wrapped in blue paper and tied with a matching blue bow which Amy pulled and set aside before unwrapping the box which when opened contained two smaller boxes, one a long and flat rectangle and one square.
“You two should not have done this.” Amy said before opening either.
“Of course we should have”, Jessica said “who else do we have to give it to ?”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Open the boxes Amy.” Cass said for a second time.
“Oh my.” Amy exclaimed when she opened the larger rectangular box “this is too much, is that a sapphire ? A Diamond clasp ?”
“Shhhh, calm down Amy”, Lisa said “my grandmother gave me that pendant when I went to college and the earrings in the smaller square box, well some of them and Jess had the pearls so we had a jeweler in Calgary work their magic and there you are.”
“The pearls are from my grandmother’s estate, they’re called Golden Biwa, she bought them years ago in Hawaii.” Jessica added.
The necklace was a double strand of pearls with a diamond and sapphire pendant hanging from the center, the earrings, sapphire studs with a cluster of four Biwa pearls that hung from each. Both Amy and Cass thought they were beautiful.
“They’re on the Fairfield insurance policy and my agent said that as my granddaughter you’re covered so don’t worry of that account.”
“I’m not worried Lisa, it’s just …….”
“Please Amy.” Jessica said “This is no way to accept a gift from your step mom and grandmother.”
Lisa was closer and Amy stood and wrapped her arms around her and then Jessica telling each that she loved them and thanking them.
“Really glad we haven’t got to your make-up yet.” Cass said laughing.
“Oh Cass, I forgot, we can take Lisa’s Porsche which will make it much easier in the morning. You can just meet us at the center and we won’t have to swap.”
“Fine with me, I would have had to come pretty early, Caleb has to be at the rodeo grounds at like 7:00.”
“I haven’t told Finn, I’m sure driving either will thrill him.”
“Give me a kiss Amy, I have to get out of here.”
Amy got up and kissed Jess staying for a brief hug.
“Thank you so much for everything Jess.”
“Please let Lisa take a picture.”
“I promise.”
“I’ll walk you out Jess, I have to start dinner. I’ll be around if you two need me.” Lisa said leaving the room right behind Jessica.
“We have time but which first make-up or dress ?”
“Does it matter ? Let’s do make-up first and we’ll be careful.”
Amy walked over and scooted up onto the bed alongside Cass who had kicked off her boots and was up against the headboard.
“So, just a few weeks until the move, you doing Ok ?”
“I’m good, I mean it’ll be different but I’m looking forward to a new experience and Lyndy’s off the wall excited.”
“Well, I’m happy for you, I think it’s a good step getting away even if it is just down the road.”
“It’s not an escape Cass.”
“I didn’t mean it was, just new.”
Amy smiled and reached over to take Cass’s hand, “glad you’re on my side.”
“Everyone’s on your side Amy.”
They both stopped and smiled when they heard the door and heard Lyndy call out “Home momma !!” a second before she ran into the room.
“Hi Auntie Cass !!” She announced before Cass stopped her from climbing onto the bed.
“Hello sweetheart but you need to get washed up before climbing onto mommy’s clean bed.”
“Cass is right Lyndy, go on wash up good and then hugs.” Amy added with a smile.
“Make-up after hugs ?”
“Works for me, thanks for this Cass.”
“With you all the way kid.”
A few minutes later, with Lyndy perched on the bed watching, Cass sat across from Amy and applied a light foundation with a brush before starting on her eyes. Amy didn’t go in for much make-up and Cass commented that with her natural glow not much was necessary. The last touch was Amy’s lips which took a matching light coral before she turned to the mirror.
“Thanks Cass, it’s perfect.”
“Ok, get your lingerie settled and I’ll be back in a few minutes to help with the dress. Can I refill your cup Amy ?”
“Some water would be great Cass, Lyndy, feel like a snack ?”
Lyndy nodded yes and Cass put out her hand leading her from the room while Amy reached for the box that contained her new undergarments.
Cass returned a few minutes later with Lyndy who climbed back up on the bed with her small s plate of apple slices and Lisa who was going to help get the dress set.
Amy giggled as they lifted it over her head and carefully shielded her face so not to upset the make-up or her hair. Cass stepped back while Lisa zipped it up and attached the small clasp at the top. A moment later Amy turned to the floor length mirror and smoothed it down.
“You’re beautiful momma.”
“Thank you sweetheart, think Finn will like it ?”
Lyndy smiled and nodded as did Cass and Lisa.
“It’s perfect for you Amy.” Cass said.
“Absolutely.” Lisa agreed. “It really sets off your features. Get the earrings on honey, it’s almost time.”
Amy sat down and got her earrings on and waited while Lisa attached her necklace. Once done Amy slipped on he shoes she’d been practicing wearing for the past week while home she stood and looked at herself in the mirror.
“What do you think ?”
Cass smiled “Hell, I’d date you in that get up Amy, it’s beautiful.”
“Lisa ?”
“I’ve got nothing to add to that Amy, you’re positively glowing.”
“Lyndy, what do you think ?”
Lyndy smiled and gave her a thumbs up.
“Guess that’s it, who’s out there ?” Amy said grabbing her clutch which she had filled with some tissues, touch up makeup and sliding her phone into the hidden pocket on the back.
“Jack and Tim are on the porch.” Lisa said “Shall we ?”
“Might as well.”
“Any advice Cass ?”
“Just keep breathing Amy, everything else will come naturally.” She answered helping Lyndy from the bed who naturally reached up for Cass’ hand when she was down.
Lisa led the way through the house and opened the porch door for Amy and the rest to follow. She was surprised to see Lou and Katie on the porch as well.
“Lou ?”
“I know, I got cover for me and Katie so we could see. You look beautiful Amy.” Katie was glowing looking at her and nodding.
Smiling ear to ear Amy turned to Tim and Jack.
“I don’t know what to say Amy, Lou’s right beautiful covers it.” Jack said.
“Beautiful really doesn’t Amy.” Tim said getting up and looking her up and down. “You look so much like Marion.”
“She does, doesn’t she.” Jack agreed.
“Ok, Amy first picture for Jess and then one of you together when he gets here.”
“Lisa, it’s not prom.” Amy said laughing before she posed.
Nobody thought Amy’s smile could get brighter until Finn’s truck pulled through the gate and down the road to the ranch house.
He stopped when he got out of the truck and then reached in for a large bouquet of a dozen red roses before straightening up and turning to the porch.
She stood waiting at the top of the stairs and immediately notice that he was freshly shaved and had gotten a haircut. His suit was dark blue covering a crisp white shirt and a silk blue and red tie. The only hint of cowboy was his highly polished black boots. His eyes were bright and piercing as he took her in, his smile as bright as hers.
He glanced at the crown on the porch for a second while climbing the stairs and stopped when he reached her, leaned forward and gently touched his lips to hers.
“You’re beautiful Amy .”
“Not too shabby yourself.” She said.
“For you.”
“Thank you so much, they look and smell wonderful.” Amy said taking the flowers and holding them close.
“Let me take those for you Amy, I’ll put them in your room.” Lisa said.
“One second Lisa.” Amy added stopping her and reaching over to the bouquet to break off one of the buds that she put through Finn’s lapel. A second later she unlined on the the safety pins she had secreted in her bag and maneuvered it around to hold the flower in place. “There, now I can appreciate your gift all night.”
“We ready ?”
“Wait prom pic !!” Lisa said which made both Amy and Finn laugh and turn to pose.
After both men stood and shook Finn’s hand where Tim added “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
In response Jack pointed at him “definitely words to live by.” Which made everyone laugh.
“You two have fun tonight.” He added with a smile at Amy who took a moment to lean over to kiss Cass and then Lyndy.
“Thank you Grandpa, Finn ?”
Lisa took that moment to palm her keys to Amy who took Finn’s crooked arm while she went down the stairs. Once down and walking to the vehicles she revered her arms and led him to the Porsche dangling the keys beforef him.
He smiled again taking them and turned to the porch to spot Lisa and mouth “Thank you.”
As he backed out and turned the Porsche toward the gate they saw Amy wave as they pulled away.
“Anyone remember the last time she looked that happy ?” Cass said from where she was standing with Lyndy.
“It’s been a while coming.” Jack muttered quietly.
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And to offer some more variety if you want different options… I’d love 20 for caleb/ray/reggie
ANON YOU HAVE NO IDEA how much I hoped someone would prompt me this exact prompt.
Reggie woke up alone, and deep in the pit of his stomach, he knew it was going to be One Of Those Days. He had vague memories of Ray kissing him goodbye, of Caleb chuckling and gently prying him off with a kiss to the temple (probably after at least four 'five more minutes').
When he used to be with Paul, One Of Those Days inevitably ended in screaming, in Paul throwing things, or worse. At the shelter, it wasn't usually that bad, but they were days he tried to stay away from the café. He'd rather cut himself peeling potatoes for dinner than have another visitor cringe away, or worse, laugh at him when they saw his scar.
Things were different now, he told himself, willing himself to get out of bed. He was safe, and happy, and he wasn't going to let One Of Those Days ruin things. He had stuff he needed to get done, he’d just have to power through. Surely he couldn’t fuck up so bad Ray or Caleb yelled at him. Right?
Except when he took Bucket to the dog park, he stepped in a big pile of dog poop. And after he'd cleaned off his shoes when he got home, he stepped in a hair ball Pockets had left him. He hopped on one foot back to the kitchen, wiping it clean before cleaning up the hair ball as well. He checked on Pockets, who seemed to sense it was One Of Those Days and swatted at him from the top of her cat tower. So Reggie decided, fuck it, he was going back upstairs for a nice hot shower.
Of course he tripped on his way up the stairs.
Once he was under the spray of their nice hot shower, taking the time to shampoo and condition his hair, he decided that he was going to counteract this bad day by doing only things that felt good. He’d never tried that before, always too worried about what other people would think or what he was supposed to be doing. It seemed to be working so far, he hadn’t slipped in the shower or gotten soap in his eyes.
So once he got out of the shower and he had himself and his hair wrapped up in a nice, fluffy towel, he went to the bedroom and decided to pick out something nice to wear. His eyes settled on the dark purple cashmere sweater Caleb had worn yesterday, draped over the chair in the corner of the room. Yeah, the sounded nice. He held it up to his face, smiling when he could smell Caleb, but also a hint of Ray on it. They’d been slow dancing in the kitchen last night, Caleb distracting Ray from doing the dishes he’d insisted on doing.
The sweater was big on him, big enough that it fell down over his hips. The shoulders were too wide, the v-neck dipping so the sweater slipped off one shoulder. But it was soft, and it smelled like his alphas, and Reggie loved it. He rummaged through his drawers, trying to decide what to wear with it. Sweatpants might me a little too warm. Would stealing a pair of boxers be weird? Then, his eyes slid over the lacy panties Caleb had gotten him.
Well, he had decided he was only going to do stuff that felt good. And the lace panties definitely made him feel good, and sexy, and cute. So he slipped them on, pleased when you couldn’t actually see them with the sweater. Like a fun, sexy secret just for him. And maybe Ray and Caleb later.
He ended the outfit with some fuzzy socks that clashed spectacularly with the sweater, before combing out and blow drying his hair until it was silky smooth. Then, he went back downstairs. For a moment, he thought about making cookies, but he decided that felt a little bit too much like tempting fate. He didn’t want to have to explain to Ray why his kitchen was burnt down.
Instead, he grabbed his guitar, settling in on his favourite chair, and playing whatever he was in the mood for. He sang his favourite Rose and the Petal Pushers songs, made up a little song about Bucket’s fluffy ears, and even serenaded Pockets in her cat tree while she stared down at him in mild disdain.
After lunch (some heated up leftovers, because he wasn’t about to mess around with knives), he walked Bucket only along his favourite route, read a book, watched some TV, and then took a nap. Pockets decided he’d broken the curse enough to come curl up on his lap as he slept, which he took as a good sign.
He was mid-negotiation with Pockets about being allowed to get up (she wasn’t budging, and Reggie wasn’t about to break the rule of Cat On Lap, even if he did kind of want a glass of water), when Pockets suddenly bolted off him (ow) to dramatically start meowing at the door.
“Traitor,” he muttered, getting up anyway to greet Ray at the door with a kiss, Pockets weaving around their ankles.
“Hey,” Ray said, putting down his bag of gear and wrapping his arms around him, smiling into the kiss. “Did you have a good day?”
“I think I made it one,” Reggie said, pleased with himself. He’d beaten the curse. This day could only get better now, not worse. He didn’t even think about worrying when he used Caleb’s fancy coffee maker to make Ray a coffee, getting himself a glass of water and snuggling in on the couch while he asked Ray all about his shoot.
They stayed snuggled like that long after the coffee was finished, Ray’s hand drifting into his hair, as he told Ray about his own day. Ray didn’t laugh at him when he explained his reasoning, just nodded and kissed him and told him he was glad Reggie had managed to have a nice day.
Which just lead to more kisses, because Reggie needed some way to show Ray how much he appreciated him. Paul would have been furious to learn Reggie did nothing useful all day, but Ray just seemed happy he’d had a good day and had taken care of himself. He didn’t know how to explain that without making Ray upset, though, so he just kissed him. And kissed him some more. And maybe straddled him on the couch so they could keep kissing.
Ray certainly didn’t seem to mind, hand drifting to Reggie’s hips where the sweater had bunched up, sliding underneath it... and pulling back when his fingers found the lacy fabric of Reggie’s panties.
He gave a bashful smile. “Told you I decided to wear only nice things today,” he said, trying to keep from blushing harder when Ray’s fingers danced along the edges of the lace.
“Well,” Ray murmured happily against his lips, nuzzling at his jaw, kissing down his neck. “It will certainly help your day end very, very nicely, if you want.”
Reggie took a deep breath, enjoying the way Ray’s scent was changing, becoming richer, spicier. Well, he had promised himself to only do what he wanted today. And right now...
“I want.”
#the caleb/ray/reggie ABO AU#calebxrayxreggie#a/b/o dynamics#rayxreggie#fanfic#julie and the phantoms#I wrote a thing#Inny's Let Reggie Have Nice Things agenda#caleb when he learns Reggie using the cat as a curse-detecting mechanism: yeah that sounds about right#yes Caleb comes home later and finds them in bed and everyone very happily engages in a round two#and then they order in 'just in case' there is any lingering bad luck and totally not because they want to have sushi in bed
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Just a little... not a drabble but a thing? I guess? It’s more like the first part of a story I’m writing but it can stand on its own
!!TW!! religious abuse and leans pretty heavily on Philip Wittebane being Puritan.
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Caleb Wittebane was always the better brother.
Funny yet proper, quick witted, charming when needed, smart and well-studied, well-versed in law and the holy texts, talented in arts and speech, strong and quick on his feet, a good witch hunter who could sort the righteous victims from the wicked sinners... a natural born leader who prayed every day and knew when to curb his natural curiosities.
Every good quality Philip held, Caleb was ten times better.
Everyone loved Caleb. Their mothers' accuser the stranger who took them father loved Caleb.
No one envied hated loved Caleb more than Philip did.
Losing Caleb to the Witch hurt more than anything else ever did.
If he had just listened. Just stayed by Philip's side. Just remembered who, what, they really were. Kept praying every morning and every night, kept his curiosity in check, didn't ask questions, didn't drop that weapon, didn't accept that damned bird...
If he had been a good brother, if he had just listened, just done what Philip demanded asked, then Philip wouldn't have had to do it.
Wouldn't have had to punish him for his sins, wouldn't have had to kill him, to send him to meet his dark master.
Philip tried to save him. He would keep trying to save him.
(Surely the Lord, in his compassion, would understand the dark magic he used. He was trying to save his brother's eternal soul, lead him on the path of righteousness, pass the soul down and bring his brother back and save him.)
(Every time they betrayed him, every time they chose witches, he knew he failed. It hurt less every time, and his flimsy excuse burning hope was weaker every time, and still he would never admit the satisfaction that killing punishing the abominations his brother's vague lookalikes brought him.)
Then there came Hunter.
Hunter, with his pale untameable hair and endless questions, his insatiable curiosity, his annoying endearing need to know more, learn more. It was like his brother come alive once more. Like he was standing in front of Philip once more, but better.
Like he really was Caleb.
He really was Caleb.
Philip loathed loved him. He would raise him right.
Smart and sharp-witted, quick on his feet and overly optimistic, loyal to a fault and so easy to manipulate.
(Replace God with the Titan, righteousness with covens, sins with wild magic. The boy would never know.)
Hunter was a curious child who pushed Philip's limits. He made Philip hurt him a few times, just to shut him up keep him on the right path, but Philip wanted to knew it was a necessary evil- spare the rod, spoil the child.
Once, when Philip caught him carving wood, so much like Caleb, he thoroughly made sure Hunter knew that wasn't his place. No time for art, no time for fun, no time for disgusting sinful secular school or lessons- focus on God the Titan, his will and the Day of Unity.
Maybe this time, Philip thought, maybe this time he could save Caleb.
(Yet still he gave Hunter the coven mark, still branded him for death on the Day of Unity, still prepared to make a new Grimwalker. Perhaps he knew, deep down, that even with it being everything he's ever known, Caleb's new mind- his new vessel- and very soul could never be loyal to him and him alone. Perhaps he knew the magic vessel needed to die to free his brother's soul. Perhaps this time he could save Caleb before he turned completely to wickedness.)
Philip hated loathed despised envied loved his brother, his nephew, his abomination creature betrayer monster child more than his own salvation.
It elated humored delighted hurt every time he had to kill him.
#The Owl House#Philip Wittebane#hunter the golden guard#Justa Writes#'Wittebro's name was Caleb' idea#'Caleb was basically a saint and good and Philip could never measure up' trope#TW religious abuse#because Philip was a Puritan
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Caleb made it back home and immediately went to kneel in front of the toilet. He felt sick. The man in the mugshot... that was the one who gripped his wrist, that held onto him and promised all sorts of disgusting things... That was the one Caleb felt die, felt him slide to the ground...
He heaved into the toilet, not bothering holding his hair back. The acid burned his throat and his half-digested breakfast was out of his body now. Disgusting.. it was all so disgusting..! After dry heaving into the toilet again, he reached up to flush, gasping for air.
And that’s when he heard his phone start to ring. God, why now? He wasn’t in the mood to talk. He listened to it until it stopped, plunging his apartment into silence again.
Maybe he should take a few days off work... Maybe he should go stay with Max until he felt better... How would he explain this to his brother? Oh hey Max, nice seeing you. Oh me? Nothing much. Just almost got abducted and watched two men die no big deal-
His phone rang again. Dammit, what was he, Grand Central Station? He didn’t want to talk to anybody! If it was really important they could leave a message or text him. He slumped down, curling up in front of the toilet, just to feel the cold bathroom tile against his skin and stare off into space. This was real. This was tangible.
He didn’t know how long he lied on the floor, could’ve been five minutes, could’ve been an hour. But his phone went off again. Caleb narrowed his eyes. Can’t they see he was busy?? Ugh, it was probably Max, speaking of which. Did they have a stream scheduled today? Shit, Caleb needed to apologize.
“I’m coming, I’m coming...” He managed to get to his feet with effort. His body didn’t want to cooperate when the blood in his head rushed to his feet and he almost lost his balance. “Shit...” He sat down on the edge of the toilet. He could smell the puke that had clung to his hair and taste it in his mouth. Max could wait. He needed to clean himself up-
The door knocked and Caleb nearly fell back into the toilet. His heart began to race. Who was at the door? Was it the person who kept calling him? Was it this “boss” come to collect what the henchmen couldn’t?
Oh god forbid if it was Anders. Caleb would rather die than have the Bancoran clone see him like this. Maybe if he kept quiet, whoever was out there would go away… But not before he took a peek out the peephole…
It was totally the Bancoran clone... Shit...
Anders knocked again. Go away... Caleb never thought he’d think that about handsome Anders, but now really was not the time for a house call.
“Caleb?” he asked. “Are you home? I tried calling.” So it was Anders that kept calling him... now Caleb felt guilty.
“I’m not.. I’m not presentable right now..” he said at the door. “Sorry you came all this way..”
“You left in a hurry, I was worried you-”
“I’m fine,” Caleb said. He looked down at himself. He wasn’t fine. “You have the information you need. And I need to clean up..” he muttered the last part, hoping Anders didn’t hear him. He looked through the peephole again. Anders hadn’t moved. In fact, he sat down with his back against the opposite wall? What was he doing? Was he really going to wait??
Caleb bit his lip and unlocked his door, opening it a crack. “You can wait in here if you want...” he said. “I won’t be long..”
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[ robert pattinson, cis man, he/him. ] ✧･ﾟ is that [ adair hatter ] who just stumbled into town? rumour has it that they’re the [ thirty-two ] year old child of [ the hatbox ghost ] from [ the haunted mansion ]. i’ve also heard that they’re [ articulate ] but [ coy ] and have [ zero ] siblings. i could almost swear i heard [ i’ll make you love me — kat leon ] playing when they appeared. [ caleb, 26, awst, he/him. ]
adair was born to a simple couple — a footman of a great mansion, and his mother a maid. by all accounts, there were a happy, normal couple. but, happiness was far from their reach.
adair’s father grew enamoured with the lady of the house, a misses constance hatchaway. however, they were both married and constance had no intention of being with the man. but, she did see potential for something else.
constance managed to convince adair’s father that she would be with him if he helped her ‘take care’ of her husband. of which, he did so blindly, and took care of his own wife in the process. but, constance would marry again, and again — promising that they were necessary for them to have a perfect life.
all the while, adair acted oblivious. he knew his father was up to something with the lady of the house, but he never asked questions. and, if he did, his father would threaten him as ‘no boy should be meddlin’ in the affairs of his father’.
so, instead of meddling, adair simply filled his time with sneaking books from the mansion’s library and exploring the little nooks and crannies. he’d always heard creaks and voices, but never saw the sources of such sounds. he knew the mansion had to be haunted, but it wasn’t his job to who haunted it. if he were a ghost, he wouldn’t want to be bothered by some dumb mortal.
by the time he turned twenty, he was on his way to further his education. his father couldn’t afford it, but adair was determined to work on the side to pay for it himself. actually, he wanted little to do with the man at this point.
unfortunately, during his internship, he received an alarming letter from his father. it seemed he’d completely lost his mind, full of unfinished, obsessive sentences. and though he didn’t want to keep attached to the man, adair had to visit him.
once he arrived at the familiar mansion, his father was dead. he’d apparently been attacked during the night by some men that had yet to be caught — his head crudely cut off.
adair was left his father’s small home next to the property and had no grand funeral. he took up his father’s position in the house’s staff.
one night, he was clearing out some old junk from the house, adair happened upon a strange collection of hat boxes. from what he remembered, his father kept only one or two hats. opening one up, he was met with a horrifying sight: a human head. through his panic, he revealed that almost all of the boxes held a head.
the experience haunted him for days, months, and years. he never reported his findings nor did he get rid of them. they taunted him, sure he could hear them through the boards of the ceiling. thanks to this, he avoided his home as much as possible, finding every reason he could to quietly stay in the mansion.
he made friends with the little voices he heard, though he was sure he was losing his mind rather than talking to ghosts.
a nagging feeling told him to go to the attic. there was something up there he needed to see. with much apprehension, he went. there were many forgotten treasures, but he knew none of them were what he was looking for. and then his eyes landed on a hat box. his heart pounded in his chest as he lifted the top, somehow knowing what he would see — his father’s own head.
almost as soon as he saw it, the figure of his father appeared. it was too much for adair. the shock caused him to run. going too recklessly down the stairs in a panic, he lost his footing and fell. his head met the unforgiving ground and it was over before he knew it.
adair freely haunted the mansion, but avoided the attic with much distaste. he avoided those that came to reside in the house as he never made any actual connections with people while he was living.
quietly attended ghostly gatherings of fun, rathering to watch and lightly joke with anyone who was also quietly standing with him. but, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to put himself out there every once and a while.
kind of snarky, definitely sarcastic. bisexual. hates hats. wary of rich, married women.
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Goldfinch - Short Story 01
giving myself a lil challenge were I have a week to write a short story and then i post whatever is finished. Here's the first one it got an in depth outline.
Bluebird interupts Goldfinch in the middle of generic superhero stuff to let him know the director wants to speak with them.
One of Gold's teamates assures him that it can't be for anything bad because Gold has never done anything wrong ever and all the leaders love him.
Goldfinch goes trying to figure out why they've been called in. The department of Equity lays down strict rules with no wiggle room and he is an expert at staying in the lines once he finds them.
"We have reason to believe a powered felon is taking refuge in this city."
Gold is confused because breakouts are usually included in gheir daily patrol updates and they're too far from any super prisons for this to be recent.
The felon is a hero whose ran away, their name is Zephyr and Gold is being asked to bring them back to justice.
"It's my honor to defend Equity." He tells the director.
Gold stares at the picture on the folder she gives her.
Gold meets with the teams hacker who thinks this turncoat must be insane because the DE is gonna wipe him from existence.
There are instructions on what they are supposed to do to recover a traitor. Gold isn't on shift so he needs to wait for the current patrol to return. Zephyr scored high enough in hacking that they have to check their mainframes. Gold notes the dour look in Caleb(Zephyr's) id photo.
The team start speculating on zeph's reasoning and Gold reminds them that it doesn't matter and they'll get in trouble for talking about it.
The computer is clear, but Gold suggest the wipe it so no one can get in. The team doesn't think Zephyr has good enough hacking skills for that to be a problem but gold insists better safe than sorry. He also wants to hide the physical backups because Zephyr trained here and has the door codes. Gold is the only member of the team who trained here and they ask if gold knew him. Gold explains that his room was down the hall.
Midnight returns from patrol and Gold heads out.
People wave when Goldfinch flies overhead. The love of the city is almost a physical thing that is constantly reaching towards him. Goldfinch flies higher and is obscured by clouds. Gold was despised in the accademy. He was too unresponsive to form social groups and constantly used as a benchmark that other trainees failed to live up to. Even though Goldfinch and Zephyr were roomed so far apart they were very close because Zephyr was one of the few people who talked to him.
Gold knows exactly where Zephyr is going to be hiding because it's where he hid before. After getting injured during his sidekick days, (leading to that id photo), Zephyr had considered fleeing. Injured supers get bleak assignments and he's scared. Gold held him while he cried.
Zephyr assumed that Gold would turn him in for even talking about deserting. Goldfinch realized that even his closest friend seems him as someone who blindly follows orders.
The building is even more dilapidated now than it was the first time Zephyr tried to leave. Gold is trying to be cautious, but Zephyr still gets the jump on him. They scuffle and Gold doesn't defeat him, but does get him cornered.
Gold notes that young Zephyr accepted being turned in with a dull resignation while current Zephyr is incensed. Zephyr rants about the corruption of the current superhero system and begs his friend for mercy.
"It's my honor to serve equity." Goldfinch announces handing over the backups to their computers harddrive.
#The prompt I found after searching for prompt lists was like 'I'll do everything to stop them *is actively helping them*'#And I did already have a vague version of Goldfinch and friend in my head#tho in their original forms Goldy went full vigilante when his friend first had his 'I'm injured and their ableist' panic attack#And like took over the superhero school#The vibe was 'u did everything in your power to instil the importance of loyalty and violence in me yet you didn't check who I was loyal to#superhero#writing#original writing
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Aaron and Caleb Cross Swords.
Mackron fanfic.
Aaron took Isla back to Mackenzie after having her overnight.
"Feeling better?" Aaron asked.
"Yes thank you" said Mack "Thanks for bringing her back. Are you staying?"
"No sorry Mack" Aaron said leaving Mack with a sad look on his face.
"How is Mack today?" Chas asked as Arron went back to the pub.
"Sober" Aaron replied "But the look on his face nearly killed me mum when I said I wouldn't stay. He looked so sad"
"He really does love you Aaron" Chas replied.
"I know and I love him so much it hurts" said Aaron "But he needs to take responsibility for his actions"
"Don't be too hard on him Aaron" Chas replied.
"Maybe I am being too hard" sighed Aaron.
"I think you should go back to him Aaron" said Chas "After everything that's happened with Paddy don't take any chances"
"He really did look upset" said Aaron "I'll never forget the look on his face"
"Well with the custody hearing and everything he needs you Aaron" said Chas "Don't push him away"
"You're right mum" Aaron said giving Chas a hug. "I'll go back. I think what happened to Paddy has made us all think and Mack is so down at the moment"
"Well here he comes. Mr. Do as You Would Be Done By otherwise known as Mackenzie no mates' said Charity as Mack came into the pub with Isla.
"Shut it," said Mack.
"Who we marrying this week then," Charity teased.
"Just give me a pint of that alcohol free lager please" said Mack.
"Alchohol free" laughed Charity. "How very posh"
"Yes and you only got it coz I sell it downstairs" said Mack "And now Bob's left who's going to shake your cocktails?"
"Naomi I hope" said Charity "Your chef come cocktail thingy showed her how when she worked for you"
"Stealing my staff and array of cocktails now I see" said Mack.
"Well competition is good, besides you still have ten per cent of my business" Charity reminded Mack.
"Is he annoying you?" asked Caleb who came through from the back room"
"Not at all" Charity answered "I might not be able to keep up with his sex life but I know how to wind him up business wise"
"Who's the lucky lady in Macks Sack this week then?" Caleb smirked. "I heard the young Estonian lady jilted him"
"None of your business" Mack snapped at Caleb feeling hurt that he was having a dig at him.
"What's going on here?" Aaron asked coming in from the back room with his suitcase.
"These two winding me up" answered Mack.
"I'm warning you, leave him alone" Aaron said squaring up to Caleb.
"Just watch who you're threatening Aaron. You dont want to cross me believe me" sniped Caleb "You really don't scare me and if you weren't family I'd teach you a lesson in manners"
"Just try" Aaron yelled lunging at Caleb as Mack and Nate held him back.
"Right let's go home Mack" said Aaron. "I'm moving back in"
"You dont know how much that means to me " said Mack "I thought you'd deserted me for good"
"As if" said Aaron giving Mack a kiss. "Let's go"
Mack and Aaron arrived home with Isla. "She's fast asleep" said Mack getting two beers out of the fridge.
"I'll take my suitcase upstairs" said Aaron.
"No wait" said Mack pulling Aaron towards him for a kiss.
"Let's go upstairs" Aaron whispered not wanting to wake Isla.
"I can't wait till we get upstairs" said Mack pulling his shirt off and pushing Aaron onto the sofa. "I need you right now"
4.3.23.
#mackenzie boyd#aaron dingle#caleb milligan#chas dingle#charity dingle#aaron and mack#mackron fanfic#emmerdale
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if you still take prompts: ian coming out to the rest of the gallaghers causally or dramatic i'm just curious how he'd do it
It's been a bit but I'm thinking the show gave us Fiona, Lip, Frank, and sort of Monica? So I went with the other siblings and an extra
Clayton
He didn't mean to come out to Clayton. His dad? His uncle? Well, whatever he was, he didn't need to know that Ian dreamed about muscled biceps and short dark hair and sinking his teeth into the back of strong shoulders.
Unfortunately, Clayton happened to stop by the house just in time to see Mickey leaving it wearing Ian's shirt, the neck stretched out enough to show off an impressive hickey on the side of his own.
Mickey had scurried off with nothing but a glare--and a double bird when Clayton didn't avert his eyes quick enough--but the damage was done.
"One of your sister's boyfriends?" Clayton asked lightly, maybe serious, maybe giving him an out.
Ian knew he should take it. Mickey would kill him if he ever found out he hadn't, even if Clayton had no idea who he was.
He should have taken the out.
But he didn't.
"No," he answered simply, "one of mine," and watched his something's eyes widen.
"Oh, um." Clayton coughed. "Well, it seems like a bad time, so I'll just..."
He backed away down the sidewalk. His clean shoes scraped against cracked concrete, his neatly hemmed trousers just skirting the dirt.
"Yeah," Ian said, "Okay."
And he pretended it didn't hurt when Clayton walked away. Why should it? The man was nothing to him anyway.
Debbie
It was early afternoon on a summery Tuesday, after Ian got home from an early shift. Debbie was sitting on the front steps as he walked up, idly braiding yellow dandelions into a crown.
"Hi Ian," she said as he tried to sneak past, "you're late."
Ian winced, halfway up the stairs, looking down at her fair red head.
"You keeping a calendar or something?" he asked, reaching down to ruffle her hair.
She pulled out of reach, and frowned up at him, green stems twisting between her fingers.
"I do when you were supposed to help with the daycare pickup," she countered, and oh. Oops.
Ian sighed, and turned to plop down on the step next to her.
"Right," he said lowly. "Sorry, Debs."
He put an arm around her shoulders, and she hunched over, but let him.
"What were you doing?" she asked, eyes on her hands.
Ian shrugged, the movement making her sway in the curve of his arm.
"Nothing," he tells her. "Just hanging out."
"Are you cheating on Mandy?" she asked suddenly, going stiff, and he stared at the side of her head in shock.
"What?" He says. "No, why would you ask that?"
"Because she came over to help me when you didn't show up," Debbie muttered, "so I know she didn't give you that hickey."
Ian's free hand flew to his neck, slapping over the spot Mickey had bit a little too hard less than twenty minutes before.
"Uh..."
"You are cheating," Debbie said morosely. "I knew it. Boys are all awful."
She started to rise, flowered weeds falling from her hands to the steps. Ian had only a split second to think, to decide, and then he was pulling her down again by a thin arm.
"I'm not cheating," he forced out as she collapsed back down with a huff. "No, really," he insisted when she rolled her eyes. "It's more complicated than that."
Debbie raised her eyes to his, then looked down again, biting her lip.
"Is it because you're gay?" she asked, and the wind went out of him again.
"Do you even know what that means?" he questioned, gathering himself.
"I go to public school," Debbie answered with a huff. "Of course I know what it means."
Right. Fair enough.
"Yeah," he admitted on an exhale. "Yeah, it's because I'm gay."
"Does Mandy know that?"
He nodded.
"Yeah, she does." Then he rubbed a hand over his face. He had to ask. Had to know how he had given himself away.
If not for himself, for Mickey, who had just gotten over their last scare.
"How did you know?"
"Mandy," was the unexpected answer. "Carl is always drooling over her, it's gross. But you look at her the same way you look at me."
And what a thing to be outed over. Being a decent guy.
But at least he didn't get Mickey outed with him.
His heart rate settled, and Debbie settled against him. She picked up her half finished flower crown, and set it on his lap.
"You finish that one," she ordered. "For your boyfriend."
Ian took it with a fragile smile, and didn't bother to correct her.
Carl
Carl had a lot of questions when he came back from care. Questions he liked to ask indiscrimate of time, place, or person. Questions that really weren't appropriate for the dinner table, with the full family around, right after they had all dished up.
"Does gay sex hurt?" he questioned absently, dragging his fork through the mess of gravy-covered meatloaf on his plate.
The table went quiet, except for the sound of Lip choking on lukewarm beer.
"Well?" Carl asked, directed toward Lip this time as the one with the greatest reaction. "Does it?"
"Asking the wrong brother," Lip muttered under his breath, and Ian kicked him under the table.
"Lip," Fiona hissed, then looked apologetically at Ian. As if that were somehow less obvious.
"Why are you asking that?" she directed to Carl, and the boy shrugged.
"Saw some videos at that fancy house," he told her. "The guy seemed to like it in one of them, but in the other one he was crying."
Fiona hesitated, eyes going to Debbie, to Liam. To Ian again.
"Well," she started, "they probably just--"
"Yeah, it can hurt," Ian cut in, suddenly feeling tired. Tired of lying, tired of hiding, tired of everything. "If you don't do it right."
Carl's attention was on him immediately, and so was everyone else's. Except Liam's, at least.
"Have you done it?" Carl asked eagerly, leaning over the table toward Ian.
Ian shrugged.
"Yeah."
Like it was no big deal. Like his heart wasn't racing. Like he wasn't thinking of what had happened the last time he said it out loud.
Carl's face twisted as he came to a belated realization.
"Does that mean you're gay?"
"Yeah," Ian said again, and held his breath.
Carl nodded.
"Okay," he said, looking back to his food.
And...it was.
No one continued the conversation. No one even looked at him again. And Ian felt himself relax, felt himself calm...until Carl spoke up again.
"Is that why you always hung out with Mickey?" he asked, and the blood drained from Ian's face.
"No," he answered shortly, then pushed back, the legs of his chair squealing on the floor. "Mickey isn't gay."
He looked back on his way up the stairs, ignoring Fionas outstretched arm as he passed.
"And don't ever let him hear you say that," he added, "or he'll kick your face in, too."
Months later, when Ian was back, Carl asked him again, in his own way.
"Is Mickey gay?" as he walked up to the makeshift pull up bar in the doorway. "Do you love him?"
And Ian wanted to answer, that time. He really, really did.
But he honestly didn't know anymore.
"I like the way he smells," he said instead, and ignored the way his stomach clenched when Mickey glared on his way to the bathroom.
Liam
It's not like he ever told Liam, not really. At least, not in any way that counted.
He didn't really have to; Liam had grown up in the middle of it all.
He had been there when Mickey stayed, the first time. Sat watching them wake up in a too-small bed, share the bathroom, share breakfast, share all of it.
He had been there when Ian left, too. Gone to live with Mickey in the dreaded Milkovich house. He'd still seen him plenty--stroller rides with Yev, the odd babysitting gig--but more often than not, Mickey had been there too.
And when Mickey was gone, and Ian found others, it just didn't seem so important.
By the time Caleb came around, and then Trevor, he just figured Liam kind of knew. Obviously he knew when the whole Gay Jesus thing happened.
But they had still never talked about it.
"You love Mickey?" Liam asked when they were both back. When he wandered past their bedroom to see Mickey sound asleep under the covers, head pillowed in Ian's lap as Ian tapped away at his phone.
Ian was transported. To another time, a different brother, a different self that couldn't say the words.
He could say them now.
"I do," he answered, voice soft but sure, hand stroking through Mickey's hair as the other man hid his face against Ian's thigh.
Liam shrugged.
"Okay."
Simple. Anticlimactic.
Perfect.
And maybe they didn't need to talk about the specifics. Because it wasn't about Ian anymore, that he was gay. It was about them: Mickey and Ian. Together, no matter what their labels were.
That was how Ian wanted to be see, now. As part of a whole.
Mickey mumbled against him, and Ian looked down, and smiled.
He'd never have to come out alone again.
#daily speedwrite#gallavich#mickey milkovich#ian gallagher#fanfic#debbie gallagher#carl gallagher#liam gallagher#clayton gallagher#coming out
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Caleb Widogast pushed his hair out of his face for the ei--nineteenth time in about as many minutes. Caleb and Essek were reading for pleasure this evening, with the aid of Comprehend Languages: Caleb the collected poems of Erdan Niemi, a famous Drow bard, and Essek, Die Waldhexe und andere Zemnische Volksmärchen. They were seated at opposite ends of one of the sofas in the tower salon, their legs in the middle not quite touching. But some time into Essek's reading, the repeated scrape of sweater against paper edge and rustle of hand in hair became too much for him to ignore.
It was a long time coming really. Essek recalled that it had been Veth who had braided back Caleb's hair for him, when they were in Aeor last. Since there was no Veth to braid it this time around, Caleb had fallen into the habit of roughly tying it back in a ponytail or bun, with varying degrees of success, depending on the amount of effort he put into it, which, lately, was middling, and tonight, none at all. There were times when the mess was charming: when Caleb shuffled into the dining room in the morning, stray locks framing his face; when he ran his hand through his hair in excitement at a new discovery; when some friendly wind caused wayward strands to brush just so against his lips. At the moment, though... Essek took a large sip of his wine and set the glass gently back on the table. "Caleb?"
"Hmm?"
Despite the response, Essek knew better than to continue right away. Caleb's head tilted up toward him slowly, but his eyes lingered on the page a moment longer. When blue finally met lilac, Essek took a deep breath breath. "May I... braid your hair for you?"
Caleb blinked once, twice, three times, before his eyebrow and lips quirked up with a humor that was a little too insightful. "Well, if it’s bothering you..."
Essek gave a huff of laughter at being caught, before pressing his hands together in front of his lips, arranging his features into a semblance of solemnity. "It is driving me insane." Caleb laughed, as Essek hoped he would.
"I apologize if I have driven you to distraction," he replied, in a voice that sounded not remotely contrite. Essek averted his eyes and took another small sip of wine to provide an alibi for the warmth in his cheeks. "Please, by all means." Caleb pulled free the tie holding his hair in place, and with a small shake of his head, the copper strands fell down around his face and shoulders.
Essek gathered his composure, clearing his throat slightly. "Excellent -- ah, Liesl?" He said quickly, turning to the tortoiseshell cat relaxing in front of the fireplace. She opened one amber eye in response.
Liesl was Essek's right-hand cat. She had been standoffish at first, it was true, but it seemed Essek's years in politics were not wasted in the ruins of Aeor. "Liesl, would you please have Jaakko fetch me some additional hair ties and a comb?" Liesl, without raising her head from her paws, turned her gaze to the cat in question, all black and slender, whose interpretation of cleaning apparently included batting a piece of crumpled paper around the legs of a desk with incredible enthusiasm. At some unseen signal, he turned his attention to Liesl, and after a series of tail twitches, trotted off into a nearby cat door. She turned her gaze back to Essek. "Thank you, Liesl. That will be all." She chirped at him in response and returned to her nap.
Caleb's eyes were back on his book now, but Essek did not recall anything in Niemi's works amusing enough to justify the grin on Caleb's face, which Essek now had an excuse to give due consideration. He did not think the braids that Verin favored in their youth would suite him particularly well, and they were a bit elaborate for a night in, besides. Perhaps just a variation on the Gwardanian-style braid Veth employed.
Jaakko returned in no time, the items required laid out neatly on a tray held aloft by his long tail, and, with one last small sip of wine, Essek rose from the sofa and moved to stand behind Caleb. He took a deep breath as he picked up the amber comb from the tray. There was no cause, he told himself sternly, for his heart to be racing as it was, which was, of course, a lie. He raised the comb above the copper strands. "I am going to begin now?"
"Ja, danke."
Whether the thanks was for the impending braid or the warning, Essek was not sure, but he drew the edge of the comb gently back along the scalp, carefully delineating a section of hair at the top of Caleb's head. He tied the sides and back out of the way, and if his face warmed at the brush of fingertips on neck, there was no one able to see it. He gathered up the hair closest to Caleb's face and divided it in thirds, before weaving the right third over the center and then left over center. He repeated the process, carefully gathering more strands in on the sides as he went. He was about halfway through with the braid, when Caleb leaned to the left without warning, nearly pulling the locks from his grasp.
"Pysy paikallasi!" Essek hissed, decades-old habit causing the words to spill from his lips in Undercommon, but it did not matter. Comprehend Languages was still in effect. "Mitä sinä teet?"
"I want some wine," Caleb explained, extending his arm to the side to demonstrate that the glass was just out reach.
"Did Veth allow you to move around when she braided your hair?"
"She never complained."
"Then she spoiled you terribly."
"Will you hand me the wine?"
"No," he replied sternly, gathering the strands into one hand, careful not to mix them up, and then leaning over and passing the goblet to its owner.
"You are a riot, Herr Thelyss," Caleb said dryly, but Essek caught a glimpse of a grin as he straightened.
"I am glad you think so. I have been thinking of taking my comedy show on the road when we are done here."
"You should ask Veth if she has any material you can use. Will there be a Mighty Nein discount on tickets?"
"Please, if anything, I should charge you all extra for the honor of heckling me."
Caleb gave a mock gasp. "The Nein? Heckle you? We would never."
"Ha! Tell me another one!"
Caleb's shoulders shook with quiet laughter.
Essek stopped gathering new hair into the top braid, braiding the remaining length of the locks together, and tying them off. He then shifted to the left and began the process again with a section starting at Caleb's left temple. From this vantage point, he could spy the gilded edges and precise black script of the book in Caleb hands (and what hands they were! Capable, as he knew, of both great destruction and healing. And, perhaps, from this vantage, he could also glimpse the stately sweep of his cheekbones, the curve of his nose, the strength of his jaw, but who was to say.).
"How are you enjoying the poetry so far?" He asked, affixing his eyes firmly to the task in front of him. He had not known whether Caleb enjoyed poetry, when he gifted it to him. He had doubted, though, that Caleb had much opportunity to avail himself of Kryn literature during his time in Rosohna, and Caleb had seemed delighted, even touched, by the gift. He did not seem to be making quick progress through the text, however.
"Very much so," Caleb replied after taking a sip of wine. "I imagine I am sometimes missing some nuance or cultural context -- Comprehend Languages is a bit of a blunt instrument -- but I am enjoying it even more than I thought I would. You almost made it sound dry in your description, when you gave it to me."
"Ah, no, not dry. Only, all young Drow are forced to read his works as part of our schooling, and it colors our enjoyment of it somewhat."
"I see."
"Do you have a favorite passage so far?"
Caleb did not respond right away. "Yes..." He admitted, at last, and added, "It is from the Courtship of Lael."
Essek nearly lost his grip on the braid as he fumbled the strands mid-crossing. He had forgotten the Courtship was so early in the text. "Oh?" He asked, hoping it came across as polite interest.
"Would you like to hear it?" Caleb's voice had a softer, deeper hue than usual.
"If you like."
There was quiet for a moment.
Caleb did not turn to the page -- he did not need to. He merely cleared his throat lightly, and began:
"My lover's skin is a field of stars.
What bliss to wander among the heavens!
Let me approach as a pilgrim from the dark.
Let me worship on my knees before the holy light.
Let no beacon go without a prayer from my lips."
Every opalescent freckle on Essek's skin was now a flame. He swallowed hard. "That--that was, ah ... evocative."
"Ja, I thought so too." Caleb chuckled.
Essek tied off the left braid and moved around to the opposite side. They passed the time in quiet, as Essek's dexterous hands, having found their rhythm, made quick work on the braid on the right. And if he had a new awareness of the freckles that made fiery constellations along the slope of Caleb's neck, he gave no indication.
"You know it is a good thing you are braiding my hair up, with us going deeper into the Genesis Ward tomorrow." Caleb said at last, as Essek gathered the braids and the loose strands left over in the back up into a neat ponytail, tying it off with Caleb's original tie. There was more than a little mischief in his voice. "I should hate for Devexian to see me for the first time in months with my hair a mess."
"You are a riot, Caleb Widogast," Essek drawled.
"I'm glad you think so."
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Notes: Pysy paikallasi! Mitä sinä teet? - Stay still! What are you doing?
#some fluff for your Sunday evening#this was originally going to involve more reflections on Essek's childhood#but Caleb had other ideas#Caleb: I'm gonna read him my actual favorite passage from this book. Me: you don't have to. Caleb: No I'm gonna#Shadowgast#caleb widogast#essek thelyss#shoutout to neverlain for fixing my Finnish!#my writing tag
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Originally asked by @jamieylnn on this post: "84, 102, or 119 for the intimacy prompts with Shadowgast". I got around to another one of them. It's less fluff and a bit more angsty, but this is where my brain went with it.
Thanks again to @mllekurtz for taking my spaghetti-thrown-at-a-wall mess and helping turn it into an actual coherent meal. <3
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84 - sky watching
Shadowgast, post canon established relationship, canon compliant, 2108 words, cw: brief fatalistic thoughts
Caleb stepped onto the roof, hands tucked into the pockets of his linen pants, feet bare and hair untied. He found Essek in the middle of it, lying on his back and hovering a few inches off the ground, one hand held up as he seemed to map something in the stars above.
He paused, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, taking in the sight of moonlight against Essek’s skin. The shifting, gentle light was like a caress, catching on the smattering of freckles across Essek’s cheeks, the traces of silver still lined around his eyes, and glinted off the jewellery delicately clasped to his ears. He had come out here sometime while Caleb was bathing, the bedroom empty and the open window the only indication that he hadn’t teleported away completely.
They were in Emon, Caleb visiting Allura under the pretence of collaboration in magical education when really it was an excuse for Essek to spend some time investigating some interesting dunamantic pulls he had discovered in the jungles to the south of the capital. It had been three weeks of exploring, discovering, and relaxing in the way that Essek and Caleb do, days filled with academic pursuits while taking advantage of the fact that Essek didn’t have to hide, could just be Essek. They had their Tower, though it wasn’t used much, each more content to take the time to enjoy the open air and sky above them.
But, like all things, it had to come to an end. They lingered as much as they could, on the journey back to Emon. Had slowed down the pace, spending more time in the Tower than exploring outside of it, until they couldn’t justify the delay any further and Essek teleported them back to the house they had rented.
Essek’s easy smile had become strained during their dinner, as Caleb spoke of his students and the plans he had been toying with for the next semester, answers taking longer to come when Caleb would ask for his opinion. He could recognise the signs, having seen them before, but he knew that Essek would only talk about it when he was ready to.
He stepped forward, feet scuffing intentionally against the loose dirt and pebbles. One of Essek’s ears twitched, the only indication that he had heard Caleb’s arrival. Essek continued to stare up at the sky, hand pausing in its tracing before he pulled it back. His violet eyes were shining in the low light, the stars reflected back, an endless void that Caleb could lose himself in if he looked too long.
Pausing, Caleb debated for a long moment before he eased himself down onto the ground next to Essek, groaning slightly as his muscles protested the movement. He envied Essek’s ability to hover, the rough ground was not kind on his ageing body, but it was one trick he had never quite got the hang of every time Essek had tried to teach it to him.
He stared at the skyline of Emon, Allura’s tower in the distance, a beacon on the edge of the Cloudtop district, the few lights still lit up in the houses around them. It was still, quiet, and every bit of his focus was on monitoring the small movements of the drow next to him. The stuttering rise and fall of Essek’s chest, breath ragged and uneven, hand flicking through somatic gestures and arcane runes as if by habit, all while his eyes stared at the sky above, unblinking.
It was a long moment before Essek blinked and broke the silence, his voice rough and low.
“I miss the sky. This one… this one is different. It’s not Rosohna’s sky. I did not think— I should not miss it.”
“It is not that different—”
“Except it is,” Essek cut in, voice sharp. “Rosohna’s… it isn’t a perfect match for what would be in the sky above Wildemount. It’s based off the Bright Queen’s memory of what it once was, over thousands of years ago. The sky has changed since then.”
“I wasn’t aware of that,” Caleb admitted, drawing one knee up to his chest and wrapping an arm around it, eyes still focused on Essek’s face.
“No. You had no reason to be. You weren’t there for that long… and you had more pressing concerns.”
“Fjord never did see that ceremony.”
Essek laughed hollowly. “No, he did not.”
They fell back into silence, and there was a tension there now that wasn’t there earlier. A wariness to the way Essek’s shoulders hunched ever so slightly, as if he had to brace himself for whatever was said next.
And Caleb didn’t want to ask it, didn’t want to bring it up, but he knew that if he didn’t, then this would fester and he couldn’t bear anything being a reason for Essek to stay away.
“Do you regret it?” He saw Essek flinch, a barely perceptible motion that he would have missed, hadn’t he been looking for it. He clarified, “Not… not taking it. I mean— well. Us, the Nein. We threw your plans into disarray and Jester… and me. You would not be here if not for us, you wouldn’t have had suspicion placed on you.”
“There would have been suspicion on me eventually.”
“And Shadowhand Thelyss would have had a plan for that,” he pointed out with a rueful chuckle. “Or at least, the glimmer that we saw of Shadowhand Thelyss would have, and if he was anything like Bren, well… plans upon plans.”
There was a long beat before Essek replied.
“I would not change any step that I took that led me to you—”
“I don’t doubt you on that, meine Liebe, but—”
“I don’t say that for you,” Essek snapped, holding a finger up between them while his eyes didn’t move from the sky. “Just… just let me finish.”
Caleb merely nodded, biting his lip at his instinct to respond.
“I don’t say that for you. I say it because sometimes I need to remind myself of what I have gained. I don’t… it’s not regret. Or rather, I did not know quite how much it would bite. I did not anticipate the… the vastness of it, of displacement.”
Caleb got the sense that Essek wasn’t finished, so he said nothing, just waited and watched, hands itching to reach out, to comfort and hold.
“I miss home. Not… I know I have one with you. My towers, my laboratory. I did not expect to miss it quite so much. The eternal night, the easy access… this hiding. I hate it. I hate it.”
Essek scrubbed a hand across his eyes, and Caleb’s heart ached. He knew what it was like to not be able to return to a place that he wanted to, a weight that nobody who hadn’t experienced loss understood. He lifted a hand towards Essek, but before his fingers could connect Essek flinched back, turning away from Caleb.
“Essek, Liebling.”
“No— don’t,” Essek gasped, curling in on himself. He hunched over, still somehow hovering a few inches off the floor, shoulders raised. “Don’t give me your sympathy. I bought this bed and now I have to live in it.”
Caleb could not help the way his heart clenched at that, the fondness for the jumbled saying seeping through his own pain, his own realisation that this had been brewing for far longer than he had realised. He should have seen it. Should have realised that all the times Essek snapped recently weren’t just due to the exhaustion of being in the sun, that when Essek chose to trance before Caleb had fallen asleep he did so to avoid conversation, that the times he had tracked him down to the ninth floor, the moment of vacant expression before a smile kicked in was more than just troubling thoughts. Caleb had to swallow around the lump that had formed in his own throat. There was a sudden hollowness in his stomach as he realised how much the situation was affecting Essek.
It took a moment to realise the hollow gasping sound wasn’t coming from him, that despite the swirling storm of his own emotions, his shoulders weren’t shaking and he wasn’t falling apart.
Essek was.
Essek, who had tried to hide his worries from Caleb. Essek, who had to be coaxed to state what he needed and wanted on a good day. Essek, who could command and demand his way into any room but would barely make eye contact when he truly cared about the opinion of whoever he was talking to.
This was exactly why he hadn’t said anything, why he didn’t show it. He was as bad as Caleb in his determination to carry his own burdens.
But there was something Caleb had learned, that he had an advantage on Essek in learning, and that was that burdens were immensely easier to carry when shared.
Shoving away his own guilt, carefully, ever so carefully, Caleb inched forward and placed a hand on Essek’s back. He felt Essek tense under his hand, but this time he didn’t move away. Swallowing, Caleb took that as encouragement and shifted again, hand moving across Essek’s back until his arm was wrapped around Essek’s shoulders.
“Essek.”
Essek gasped, letting out a heartbreaking sob before leaning the tiniest bit into Caleb’s grasp.
Caleb just waited. Not demanding, and not expecting, just hoping that Essek would take the comfort offered.
Slowly, Essek turned to Caleb, fraction by fraction he shifted until his shoulder was against Caleb’s chest, his forehead tucked against Caleb, and he was sobbing into Caleb’s shirt. Caleb held him, hand moving in gentle, soothing circles on his back as he murmured in Zemnian, nonsense phrases and observations about everything he loved about Essek.
When he judged that Essek may have calmed, when the sobs became sniffles and Essek stopped clutching Caleb’s clothing like he would drown without the lifeline, Caleb leaned down and pressed a kiss into Essek’s soft curls.
He gently ran a thumb under each eye, drawing away what dampness he could as shining violet eyes blinked up at him.
“I’m so—”
“Shh, Liebling, it’s okay. There is nothing to apologise for.”
Essek’s eyes closed, as he let out a shuddering breath.
“It is okay to mourn what you had, Essek. It is okay to acknowledge what you have lost, even while you acknowledge what you have gained. One doesn’t cancel out the other. Looking back… it is not a bad thing.” He was saying it as much for Essek as he was for himself. They had always been similar, had always understood each other in a way that no one else did. It could be a crutch, could be their downfall, but instead it led to a partnership that was equal, that felt so right, like it was always meant to be. He wanted to be that support for Essek, the way Essek always was for him. “When we visited Blumenthal, and I said goodbye, you stood with me. In the T-Dock even, you would have helped me, without question. You have ever since, even when all I wanted to do was rewrite time so I could step back and do it all again.”
“It is not the same.” There was little conviction in Essek’s tone, it was barely a protest.
“No, it isn’t. But what I am saying is that it is okay to have dark days, to have days where it is all too much. That is why I am here. To remind you that you can do this, Essek. That it is worth it, that you are strong enough to get through it. And on the days where you aren’t, where you need quiet and to escape, I will be here to hold you.”
“You won’t always be here, when you’re teaching and I’m off… wherever.”
“We can both teleport, distance and time are meaningless with the right determination.”
Essek half laughed and half hiccuped, an odd choked off noise that Caleb had never heard him make before. A grin started to grow across his face as Essek looked taken aback at the noise, and it was far too cute for Caleb to let it go.
He leaned forward and kissed Essek, chapped lips pressing gently against carefully looked after ones. Drawing back, Caleb presses a second kiss to the tip of Essek’s nose, another between his eyes, his forehead.
“I love you,” murmured Essek.
Caleb smiled, shifting carefully to lie back, adjusting and holding Essek to his chest as he went.
“Come. Tell me about the differences in the stars.”
#shadowgast#critical role#essek thelyss#caleb widogast#critical role fanfic#cr: fanfic#the mighty nein#my writing#ficlet#writing prompt#non-sexual intimacy prompts#jamielynn#katie replies#ask katie
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Ah I just read like 5 of your head cannons they're amazing! Could you write about the M9 reacting to a fighter s/o using magic for the fist time, and the s/o explaining that they haven't used it cause it scares them?
Thank you so much ☺️! It turned out a bit longer than I intended but more content is good right? I tried to get some variety in the types of magic users to kudos to anyone who figures out the (sub)classes. Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy this one 😘
Caleb:
Caleb, observant as he is caught on the fact you had more knowledge of the arcane than you let people believe. You knew things someone not schooled in some kind of magic wouldn’t have the faintest clue about. It may have left him a bit suspicious of you in the beginning but over time he saw no malicious intent or a connection to the people he’d rather distance himself from.
The first time Caleb noticed you cast a spell, you spoke the familiar words combined with the motions to deflect a hit from an enemy mid battle that otherwise might have been the death of you. You thought no one had noticed but Caleb had, and he recognised the shield spell you used. He saw you flinch the moment you cast it and fear in your eyes as if you were waiting for an aftermath. It never came but you were on edge for the next few hours.
Approaching you after noticing you were still on edge, nervously fidgeting with a coin in your hand to get rid of the more obvious jitters, you denied all claims. If Caleb is good at anything it’s providing a verbal slap in the face through reality check and calling out your bullshit. He wouldn’t press for answers because your past is your past and he had no right to demand it if you were not willingly offering it.
It took you some time but you came clean. You told him how your relationship with practical magics is destructive and hurts people. Because of that you vowed to distance yourself from magic altogether but sometimes you slip and hope no one notices and no ill effects follow you casting any spell. Caleb understands, better than anyone perhaps. He admires your restraint and capability of stepping away from the thing that causes you so much pain; something he never could.
If you’re able to and with your consent Caleb would help you work through your fears, only for your own wellbeing because one thing is undeniable; your magic is part of you and if you never learn to live with it, that it is part of you, you might never be able to accept it. What happens when you’re unable to fear the magic? Will you instead turn to fear yourself like he had himself for so long? No, if he can spare you a fate like that he’d do anything.
Beau:
You never hid the fact you were schooled in the arcane. It just never clicked you are actually a very capable spellcaster especially donned in battle worn armour and your tastes for sharp edged pointy things, and a ‘will cut a bitch’ attitude whenever someone comes for you or those close to you.
Perhaps a little ashamed to admit the first time Beau actually saw you cast a spell it was a simple mage hand cantrip. You couldn’t reach a book on a high shelf at the Archive and you thought it disrespectful to physically climb the bookcases to get it. Beau may or may not have been watching you, more like admiring your muscle. Nothing better than a strong, gorgeous ripped bookworm. Mouth agape you caught Beau staring. You had to snap her out of it. Beau had a million questions, maybe half of them flirty. You answered her questions best you could, even the flirty ones but when it got to where you learned magic you sort of just shut down so she dropped the subject. Beau knows how to read the room no matter how much she might want to press for answers. She’ll refrain. For now.
This doesn’t mean Beau drops the subject entirely for all future reference though. She’d leave hooks for you in case you’d be in a more talkative mood and grow frustrated when you ignored or brushed off the so-many-eth attempt to get you to spill some beans. One day she sat you down, giving you one more chance to tell her what’s going on. If you wanted to tell her, you could. If not, she’d never ask again or try to get you to talk about it.
That’s when you broke down, explaining all the terrible memories of your ‘studies’. You were the only child in a long line of powerful mages to barely be able to cast a cantrip growing up. You were a disappointment and disgrace to your family. Rigorous hours practicing and studying from dawn til dusk without breaks. Not being allowed to go outside and play with friends until you got this one thing right. Nevermind the fact that your family let it be known you were a disappointment.
You’d been working hard already to break the circle but couldn’t prevent the bad memories haunting you every time you felt like you had to cast a spell. No matter how far you ran, whenever you reached for the components, spoke the words or performed the somatics, you were hit with a sense of incompetence. Beau’s not unfamiliar to the need of living up to the expectations of family. She’d be there for you if you wanted to take up magic on your own terms or distance yourself from magic entirely.
Fjord:
Didn’t have a single clue you were magically inclined. But to be fair you never gave anyone a reason to believe you were. You were born with magic and you had seen what developing those abilities had done to others like you. You like yourself the way you are and would very much prefer not to fall into the servitude of some evil entity in the hunger for more power.
You’d seen Fjord spiral into the clutches of his patron and saw him struggle to get away from the leviathan. Ritualistically you tapped into the power bestowed upon you to search for a way to break the pact between warlock and patron. Of course it was doable and your powers could show you the way but you needed to get stronger first…
Fjord grew worried. You’d begun talking to yourself, spending nights awake and an odd sense of paranoia had grasped you. A storm hit once and you had nowhere to shelter. The little voice in your head came back. You could stop that storm. All it would take is a little tiny taste. When you agreed you had no control over yourself. Hand held up to the sky, eyes white and skin ashen, a bright light emitted and the clouds disappeared. Needless to say this did not go unnoticed by anyone.
Obligatory endless questions. Obligatory none answered. You retreated within your shell choosing to ignore your surroundings and feeling the nagging in the back of your head. Fjord heard you speaking to yourself at night. Asking the skies if it was worth it. Worth what? You heard him and just because the voice in the back of your head told you not to, you told Fjord everything; how you had been trying to find a way to keep Uk’otoa at bay, how to break his connection with his patron and give him freedom and what would happen to you if you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching for more after completing that goal.
Fjord refuses to let you sacrifice yourself for his freedom. He’d rather have you fighting the evils of the world at his side than end up fighting you in an attempt to save yourself from what you might become. The two of you would work together to repress the inkling for more power and keep your powers at bay and under control. While you might want to see it differently, for the good of everything you’d stay far away from any magical forces seeking to awaken the power you were born with.
Veth:
Veth made it clear she would not understand why anyone would pass on the opportunity to learn or develop magical abilities should they be available to them. She literally spoke those words and you just nodded along changing the subject. You’d rather not lie but is this lie by omission?
It was an emergency. A fight had gone south and you were losing quickly. Clerics on their last legs, a wizard down being dragged away by the monk and Veth running in arrows blazing and screaming to protect her friends. You had to get out and none of you were quick enough at this point to all get out. So you did what you had to do. A quick expeditious retreat resulted in conveniently released magic missiles at your enemies, grabbing the halfling who got out some last shots you misty stepped your way to safety. You shouted to the others you were safe immediately knowing to keep your mouth shut for the next minute. Bless the gods the surges weren’t that bad this time.
Safely returned Veth commented on what you did. Did you take those scrolls? Did you buy that misty step enchanted item after all? Those were the only logical explanations right? Yes but they weren’t true. So you told Veth the truth. No scrolls or enchanted items were involved. Why didn’t you tell anyone you could do that?! It would have been so helpful in the past! Look how many buttons you could have helped her get!
You calmly explained her you could cast spells and were actually quite good at it one point your magic is dangerous, and the surges uncontrollable the state you’re at. While this time the reward by far exceeded the risks in this situation, you’d rather prevent killing those around you in a blaze of glory if you can. Wild magic surges are no joke and you’re so afraid of hurting the people you care about you’d rather step away from magic completely than live with the knowledge you could be the end of your friends and family.
Veth still has a hard time understanding your reasoning being prone to risky behaviour herself but accepts your views and respects your decisions. While you may not practice magic you still know it and after some persuasion, the woman gets you to teach her a thing or two. Of course all used for the good of mankind of course…. She just failed to specify who’s.
Jester:
You’re a special one. The Traveler told her so after all! He just didn’t tell her in what way specifically but you are special! That Traveler of hers may know a bit more than you’re comfortable with so you’ve been wary of the green cloak should he see the need to reveal your secrets. Luckily he cares about Jester and revealing your secrets would hurt you and you being hurt makes Jester upset so you can take comfort in the Traveler’s attachment to the tiefling.
Pixies came to haunt you in the night. They were meant to send you a message. Someone wanted you to stop running and accept your fate. Pissed off as you were you fought them off but when some tried to get away and your bow out of reach you were forced to release the bursts of bright green energy. Regret hit followed by fear. What if your patron could find you now? What if they came to get you or tried to hurt your friends to get you to cooperate? You will never be a puppet again and if a cantrip screwed this up for you….
“Oh. My. Gosh. Why did you never tell me you could do magic?” Jester exclaimed waking up Fjord just to tell him your eldritch blasts looked so much cooler than his. Guess the cat’s out of the bag… You had to prevent Jester from waking up the others to tell them you’d just gotten even cooler than you already were.
Successfully sending the others back to sleep you took Jester aside. Your hands still shaking, you asked her to talk to her god and ask him if he knew someone might be looking for you and getting close. The Traveler obliged but he wanted to hear the story behind your predicament. You told Jester everything ignoring the green hooded figure. How a being from another realm tricked you into an agreement. From then on you became a warlock.
You didn’t like being a warlock and you being stuck in such a binding deal lead to a very abusive relation between you and your patron so you did everything in your power to get away from them. Luckily crossing the planes is a lot more difficult and limits their capabilities quite a bit. Jester promised she’d protect you and of course the Traveler can be your new god so he’ll protect you too. Both you and the Traveler might not have been in full agreement with this statement. Jester understands you wanting to be far away and never see your patron again. She’s seen her mom get rid of the people getting a little too close for comfort or too attached and possessive so she knows how to deal with them.
Caduceus:
From the beginning you knew you couldn’t hide anything from Caduceus no matter how hard you tried. This lead you to just never specify anything. If he picked up on thing and asked about them then you’d answer, if not, you weren’t just going to say anything. Not even to explain yourself. Let him draw his own conclusions.
You may once have been a devout follower of your god, the one who bestowed upon you the powers you’d need to uphold their tenets but you veered from that path. Not everything is as black and white as some people claim it to be. You learned the hard way afraid of repeating your mistakes you’d only revert to your old habits in the most dire situations.
Caduceus had gone down. Jester was too far away and you were the only one able to get to him in time but you were out of healing potions. A quick lay on hands later and Caduceus was back on his feet albeit a bit confused about how you had managed to get him back to the land of the living. Talk later, he told you after seeing you mortified of what you had just done through the relief of seeing Caduceus alive.
Talk later you did. You couldn’t run away from your problems. Caduceus wouldn’t let you. You told him how you had done terrible things, hurt people because your god willed it so. You thought you were doing the right thing until you were faced with the truth and consequences. That’s when you stepped away from your life as a paladin; a vessel for your god.
You kept the sword but refused to use the magic; proof of your ability to hurt people who were worthy of redemption. Over many months Caduceus would help you see that your magic is nothing to be afraid of as long as you wield it with a good conscious and to protect instead of seek vengeance. There’s a fine line between being righteous and being just. The Wildmother taught him as much. Maybe she could through him, show you the same?
Yasha:
Whenever someone played a happy tune or began singing you’d retreat and block out your surroundings or find anything you could to distract you from the sound. Yasha just thought music’s not for everyone and maybe these songs and melodies just were’t your style. However when you asked her to please stop humming a tune while you had watch together she became a bit suspicious.
Spending some downtime at a tavern, deep in your cups Yasha was being bothered by a rather persistent asshole. On the verge of a fight breaking out you stepped in front of the barbarian and in a singsong voice told the asshole to kindly piss off and find company elsewhere with someone actually interested. The act alone made your stomach churn so you ran off.
You didn’t like controlling people. It didn’t even take a rhyme or proper verse. All it took was some booze and a melody in your head. This couldn’t happen again. Yasha had come after you to check on you and when you told her to stop, she stopped, frozen in place unable to move. You immediately dropped the accidental spell you cast putting distance between you and Yasha.
Yasha assured her it was fine and with your permission approached. A hug from the gentle goth was all it took for you to turn into a sobbing mess. When the sobs calmed down you told Yasha how you were cursed with your voice. Song and rhymes, tunes and melodies constantly plagued you afraid you’d go along with them and people got hurt because you couldn’t control your voice.
For the longest time you were uncomfortable using your voice but with your permission Yasha would help you practice. She can take a hit if you lose control badly but this fear is no good for you. She’ll play sweet serenades, some prettier than others as she too needs practice, the both of you can practice together learning and relearning the things you grew to love together.
Mollymauk:
Mollymauk doesn’t care about your shit. Everyone hides something and as long as those secrets aren’t a danger to those around you it’s all fine. Though he can’t deny being a bit curious when you snuck off to burn a suspicious stack of paper…. lighting the flame without tinder, flint and steel, or anything.
The next few weeks involved Molly trying to get you to use magic again, asking you to do small tasks much easier to complete with magic than they would be manually. You didn’t budge. Somehow he couldn’t get you to do anything. You’d complete the task the hard way each and every time. He began to wonder if he might have imagined the whole thing.
He spent the whole night tossing and turning until he decided to give up on sleep and just face you with the question to be done with it. You were gone, the light of a fire a bit away from the rest of the group. He found you watching the flames, tears in your eyes and devoid of all emotion. He’d seen Caleb in a similar state before. That’s when it hit him. This was pain, fear and trauma and you’re disassociating to get through this.
Sitting down next to you he’d place a hand on your shoulder, when you don’t stop him he’d wrap it around your shoulder letting you know he’s here for you when you need him. His views don’t change. Everyone is entitled to their secrets and keeping their lives to themselves. If you want to talk, he’s here but he’d accept your silence too despite his curiosity. Luckily for his curiosity, you told him everything. The torments of the past and the family you lost, the pain you’ve caused countless others and how you’re trying to pay your penance and make right your wrongs.
You’re glad to have Molly at your side be that to cheer you up or listen to you. He’s there whenever you need him and will take no for an answer when you don’t want to talk about something. He won’t ask for further details but will do anything to show you you’re on the right path and leaving a place better than you found it when you can’t see it.
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Alex + Julie "You didn't deserve that... You deserve so much better."
you sent me this prompt a million years ago i'm sorry it took me so long to answer it. warning for friendship breakup angst. there's no carrie redemption arc in this fic but there IS alexjulie friendship.
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Julie doesn’t mean to ignore the boys all afternoon, but Carrie’s birthday was hard last year and so far, this year doesn’t seem to be getting any easier.
She has the foresight to turn her phone off, at least, this year. She can’t handle the social media posts from everyone else at their school. They’re probably in Carrie’s pool, in her kitchen, in her living room. Probably throwing around the throw cushions that Julie’s mom taught her and Carrie to sew covers for when they were ten. Maybe even smashing the glasses Julie used to drink Trevor’s homemade iced tea out of when she would come to visit before Carrie got home from sport in the evenings. The idea of seeing these familiar spaces still just… out there, existing, rather than stuck in the past along with her and Carrie’s friendship, makes Julie nauseous.
Plus, there’s the added bonus of not being able to text Carrie something reckless she might regret.
So her phone’s switched off. Her dad knows not to bother her today anyway, since he had a front-row seat to whole Carrie mess when it happened. He just shot her a sympathetic glance over breakfast and hasn’t spoken to her at all. Carlos is at a friend’s house, and wouldn’t bother her even if he were home.
It’s just the ghosts Julie is avoiding, locked her bedroom door, perched on her window seat with her headphones on, watching YouTube on her laptop.
Which means it scares her half to death when Alex waves a hand in front of her face.
She yanks her headphones off and curses, sharp and a little louder than she means to, and Alex jumps back like he’s been burned. “Julie! Uh, hi, hey. Sorry to scare you.”
“Why didn’t you knock?!” she demands, still breathless. “It’s you, you know better! Boundaries!”
At least Alex has the decency to look shamefaced. “I know, listen, it’s just -- we were worried about you! And we did knock, a lot, actually, but I don’t think you could hear us? So I said we should give you space but Luke and Reg started psyching each other out, and Luke’s never been able to handle space the same way since the Caleb Covington Kidnapping Incident--”
Which, okay, yeah, that’s fair enough. Julie still shudders at the memory of the Caleb Covington Kidnapping Incident.
“-- so then I got nominated because, well, Reg worried you might be getting changed or something, and that makes me the obvious choice, not that I wanted to be the obvious choice, just that -- okay, I’m doing a bad job, what I mean is --”
Finally, she decides to put him out of his misery. “Alex, stop. It’s fine.”
Relieved, he lets out a breath and leans on his knees, looking up at her with pretty, apologetic eyes. “Still. I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to frighten you, we just… got worried. And wanted to see if you were okay. You’ve been in here all day.”
Julie nods and looks back at her laptop, where the YouTube video is still playing, and pauses it.
She hasn't looked back over at Alex when he says, cautious, "Are you okay?"
When she replies, “Yeah,” it isn’t because she wants to lie to him, necessarily. It’s more because she doesn’t know how to untangle her feelings enough to lay them out in front of him. More because it’s hard to explain why she still misses someone who she knows hurt her, who she knows should have known better.
It’s hard to explain why she feels guilt, and grief, over something she chose to let go.
The window seat dips when he sits down next to her, fingers twisted together in his lap, shoulders rolled forward. He’s offering her the tiniest, encouraging smile in the form of a little quirk at the corner of his mouth. Julie loves him so much that it softens the heartache, just for a moment.
But then it returns. Just as strong. Just as unreasonable. Just as painful.
“It’s Carrie’s birthday,” she tells him, without even knowing why she says it.
“Oh,” he replies, which seems fair. She doesn’t know what she’d say in his position. He chews his lip, a crease forming in his brow. “You guys used to be friends, right?”
God, can she talk about this out loud? It’s easier to joke with Flynn, to make fun of the situation, because Flynn saw it all play out, held Julie when she cried, stopped being friends with Carrie in solidarity. Explaining the situation from start to finish, to someone new, just feels impossible.
So instead she says, “Do you ever miss someone you know you can’t have back? Or not that you can’t. But you know you shouldn’t. You know that you can’t get them back, or you’d have to give up too much for it and it wouldn’t be worth it.”
Because sure, if Julie was really committed, she’s sure she could grovel her way back into Carrie’s inner circle. But as much as she misses her, she’s not prepared to do it.
Alex nods, understanding. “Yeah,” he says plainly. “Yeah, I do. Tons of people.”
Julie’s surprised, but she supposes she shouldn’t be. The boys talk about Alex’s family the way Julie’s mom used to talk about ghosts -- never directly, otherwise they’d hear her and be summoned -- and after the whole thing with Trevor, well. It makes sense.
“Can I get it to stop?” Julie asks. “I had to turn off my phone before I did something stupid like text her. What would I even say? Why would I want to say anything?”
“I don’t know,” he murmurs. He leans over so their shoulders bump together, and she leans her head on him. “It’s okay to miss her, you know. You guys had good things in your friendship -- I mean, I guess, right? That’s why you miss it?”
Julie nods, closing her eyes. There are so many good memories she doesn’t even know where to start. Running in the park. Sitting at the piano together. Fashion shows for their dads and Julie’s mom in the living room of the Wilsons’ huge house. Sleepovers with Flynn full of bickering and giggling and pillow fights. Birthday parties, their whole lives.
“But that doesn’t mean you didn’t have a good reason for stepping away,” Alex says.
That’s true, too. Julie’s pretty sure they didn’t have that good stuff for a while before their friendship ended, in reality. Carrie was becoming… snappish. Self-absorbed. All she wanted to do was boss the other girls in dance class around, and she didn’t ask to hear Julie’s songs anymore. Julie knew that being a good friend meant weathering the good with the bad, but she gave Carrie what felt like a million chances, and she wasn’t getting anything back. When she’d tried to bring it up to Carrie, things had… exploded.
She explains as much to Alex, in fits and spurts, and finishes with, “She just… blew up at me, she told me she’d been sick of me for ages and asked why I hadn’t noticed. Like I was just supposed to realise that we weren’t friends anymore without her telling me.” Sucking in a shaky breath, she manages, “And then my mom…”
“Oh, Julie,” Alex murmurs softly into her hair. She’s trying not to cry, she really is, but it feels all bubbly at the surface of her chest, and the way he puts an arm around her and squeezes tight shows that he can tell.
“I know it’s silly,” she chokes, “but it feels like we broke up, or something, even though we were just friends. It hurts so much just thinking about her.”
“It’s not silly,” he assures her, and wraps his other arm around her, too, so he’s hugging her close to him with her head against his chest. “There’s nothing less important about friends, and a friendship ending can really suck. Especially how she did it.” He presses a kiss to her forehead, and doesn’t draw attention to the few tears making their way down her cheeks. They sit like that for a moment, then Alex says quietly, “You’re a wonderful friend. You didn’t deserve that. You deserve so much better.”
Sniffling, Julie rubs her sleeve across her eyes, wiping away the tears. The thought dawns on her like the sunrise after a long, sleepless night. “I have so much better,” she realises out loud. “I have Flynn. And Dad and Carlos. And you and Luke and Reggie.”
“We are pretty fantastic,” Alex agrees, faux-smug, but his eyes are still cautious, and affectionate. “But it’s okay to be upset anyway.”
“I know,” she says. And she does. “But I think I’m almost done being upset. For now, at least. Maybe we could run through a few songs?”
“I’m sure the boys would love that,” Alex tells her, smiling, and he goes to stand up but she holds on tighter, so he won’t leave the hug.
He just feels so steady, and comforting, and she’ll never really get over being able to actually hold them. “Can we just. Stay here for a moment, first?”
Easing himself back down, Alex grins and pulls her closer, tucking her head under his chin. “Of course,” Alex says. “We can take as long as you need. Just us, or the others, too?”
She pauses. “The others, too.”
Alex closes his eyes, and Julie knows he’s reaching out to the others, through their one leftover remnant of their time in the afterlife, tugging at their leads until they come to find him. A moment later, Reggie and Luke both pop into presence in the middle of her room, puppy-eyed with worry and hope.
“Julie?” asks Reggie quietly, fiddling with his fingers.
“You good?” Luke asks, on the balls of his feet.
“Yeah,” she tells them. “Just needed a hug.”
Within moments, they’re all around her and Alex, Reggie’s arm around her waist, Luke’s leg somehow, inexplicably, over her lap. Alex makes an insulted noise, but he’s so relaxed, Julie knows he must not mean it. When she presses her ear to his collarbone, Julie can hear his heartbeat, solid and alive, miraculous. Her friend’s heartbeat. Her friends, all around her.
Things are still bittersweet, and it’s still Carrie’s birthday, but Julie is still surrounded by love, enveloped in it, living in it. She can be sad for what’s gone, and be grateful for what she has, at the same time.
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Leap of Faith~ Part 10
Luke Patterson x Reggie’s sister!Reader
A/N: Thus wraps up the series! Thank you for all the support and love you’ve given me throughout this, you couldn’t have been a better audience! Please let me know what your thoughts and feel free to drop on by and read some of my other fics if you haven’t. I’m planning a Reggie series that hopefully will be good, ummmm yeah! I can’t say it will be cause i haven’t written yet, but we’ll see! Thank you again for everything and I hope y’all like the ending? Maybe? :)
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“No music is worth making if we’re not making it with you two.” You closed your eyes, letting the feeling of being this close to Luke linger in your mind before you opened your eyes and locked on with his. “No regrets.” He whispered and you nodded, slowly pulling yourself from his grip. Luke grew confused, reaching forward to hold you again.
“Then I’m sorry for what I’m about to do.” Your eyes moved about the three boys and Julie before you were gone.
“Y/N!” Your brother yelled out at your absence, hoping by any chance you didn’t truly leave them before saying goodbye. “Y/N!”
“Reggie.” Alex mumbled out his name, holding his stomach in pain and Reggie’s already tear-filled eyes snapped to his and the tears started falling.
“Where’d she go?” His voice cracked. “She just left- Where’d she go?” No one provided him with an answer. “Luke?”
“I don’t know.” Luke’s eyes hadn’t moved from the very last spot he was able to look into yours, his own tears now springing free.
“Do you think she’s coming back?” Reggie asked despite knowing you wouldn’t. He couldn’t help but hope you would. He was dying and he needed to say goodbye to you. Earlier, he thought he could just leave and you’d never know the difference, but now, he needed to say goodbye to you.
Another round of jolts hit the three ghost boys.
“You’ve got to go!” Julie cried out. She thought she couldn’t handle seeing the boys in such pain with you by her side, but now that you were gone, she had no one to help convince them. The boys laid on the floor, none of them knowing if they were in too much pain to stand or just gave up trying. Julie fell to her knees next to them. “Please, just go to Caleb.”
“I never told Y/N how I felt.” Luke’s eyes were closed as he wiped away the tears quickly, his mind focused solely on you. No regrets, he told you. Well, now he had one. He had no clue where you were or what you were doing and he just wanted you here with him. He wanted to say goodbye. He wanted Reggie to say goodbye, and Alex. He wanted to know that with whatever happened to them, you knew the truth.
Luke’s thoughts of you were interrupted by a feeling inside him. It was much different than the jolts. Instead of bringing them pain and agony, this feeling was nothing but relief and for the first time since Luke was on stage, he felt like he could breathe again.
“What’s happening?” Reggie whispered as Luke opened his eyes, seeing himself as well as his friends glowing. Everyone was silent, tears still falling as they held their breaths.
“I feel stronger.” Luke rose off the floor, looking down at himself as Reggie and Alex stood up with him.
“I don’t feel as weak anymore.” Reggie glanced between his friends with a skip of relief in his voice.
“Me neither.” Alex smiled briefly. “Not that, you know, I was ever weak.” He earned a chuckle out of his friends.
Julie watched on in disbelief. One second ago, they were all dying, and now, out of nowhere, they were strong again. The boys felt the change in their wrists all at once as they held up their arms and pushed their sleeves out of the way, except for Luke. They let out small gasps as the stamp that has caused them so much pain and suffering emitted a light before slowly lifting from their skin into the air. With no information on what was happening, the four of them watched as the stamp fizzled into nothing, right along with Caleb’s control over them.
“What do you think that means?” Julie broke the silence before the boys laughed happily, looking amongst themselves before Julie.
“I think the band’s back.” Luke told her and out of pure happiness, Julie jumped into their arms. Her arms pulled Alex and Reggie into the hug as her body met Luke. The boys didn’t hesitate to hug back, not catching onto the plain and obvious fact that Julie was touching them.
Julie caught on, however. She pulled away, looking at how her hands rested on Reggie and Alex’s shoulders to bring them close. “How can I touch you?” She gasped out, testing to make sure she could feel them under her hands.
“I don’t know.”
“Maybe we could try that hug thing again?” Alex asked rather blushingly, a way to celebrate not being completely dead from the universe. The other three obliged and dove into another hug full of laughs and smiles until Luke pulled away slowly, breaking the other’s hold on him.
“Luke?” Julie asked after seeing his face fall. “What’s wrong?”
He looked at her before his eyes moved to Reggie. “‘I’m sorry for what I’m about to do.’” He said and the boy furrowed his brows, not catching onto what Luke was talking about. Luke let out an exasperated sigh. “It’s what Y/N said to me before she left.”
“You think my sister had something to do with this?” Luke stayed silent, but Reggie knew what he was thinking. “No. No, she wouldn’t do that.”
“Reggie-“
“No!” He denied again, turning around to face away from the boys and Julie. As he did so, his eyes landed on your jacket once again that you’d taken off in exchange for your new one, draped across the back of the couch. He shook his head and felt tears cloud his eyes again.
“Maybe it wasn’t her.” Alex moved to Reggie, putting a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. Reggie turned to him, silently asking him if he believed his words. “Maybe she just left because she couldn’t be here.”
Reggie nodded for a moment before shaking his head. “There’s no way Y/N just left.” Reggie whispered before falling into the chair next to him, feeling Luke’s hand land on his other shoulder. “What did she do?”
Alex looked to Luke, seeing him in a state of deep thinking much like Reggie and while Alex was desperately worried about you, he knew neither boy was alright after your absence and possible connection to them being free. He looked to Julie, hoping she could offer help but as he looked up, his eyes scanned past her to the entrance of the studio.
His heart skipped in his chest. “Willie?” He called out before dropping a hold on Reggie’s shoulder and running to the boy, their bodies colliding together only a second before their arms pulled the other as close as possible.
“You’re okay.” Willie whispered out in thanks as he buried his face in Alex’s shoulder, feeling Alex do the same to him. Willie was the first to pull away, his hand slipping into Alex’s perfectly as he pulled him to where Reggie, Luke, and Julie were. He looked to the girl who looked surprised to see him. “You must be Julie.”
“I am.” She nodded. “You must be Willie, and I’m not even going to question how I can see you right now.”
Willie gulped. “Well, I might have an answer to that.” The four of them furrowed their brows at him. Willie sat Alex down on the couch and sat next to him, Julie and Luke slowly falling into seats as well since Reggie was already sitting, still fretting over you. The skater took a deep breath. “Y/N showed up at the club.” He looked around the room, gaging their reactions as Alex’s grip on his hand tightened. “She made a deal with Caleb.”
Your friends listened to Willie explain everything, from you showing up and demanding to speak to Caleb, to him listening with his ear pressed against the door as you practically gave your soul to him in exchange for the four of them, and to your very first performance at the club, something Willie couldn’t stay for as he ghosted out to find the boys.
“She gave herself up for us?” Luke clarified; his eyes locked on the floor as he imagined you doing exactly what Willie described. He felt sick. You did the very last thing Luke could’ve wanted. He wanted you to be happy and stay with Julie and both of you think the boys crossed over, now Caleb had your soul and forced you to be a part of his band for eternity. “We’ve got to save her.”
“You can’t.” Willie reminded him. “Caleb’s too powerful.”
“There has to be something we can do.” Reggie agreed with Luke. There was no way he was going to leave you, his sister, in the hands of Caleb.
“There’s not.” Willie refused to lift his eyes to look at them. “I’m sorry.” Alex squeezed his hand, but Willie still couldn’t look at him.
“It’s not your fault. And it’s not Y/N’s either, she was just trying to save us.”
Luke’s leg was bouncing as he jumped up and started pacing, finding Alex’s habit very head-clearing. “We can’t just leave her there.” His voice was stressed as he talked through his pain, not the same physical pain from the jolt but a pain in his heart that hurt a hundred times more.
Heads turned at the sound of Ray shouting outside of the studio, probably sticking his head through the gate. He shouted Julie’s name before telling her they were waiting for her to celebrate. Julie’s eyes widened as she remembered she was supposed to celebrate with her family who was oblivious to the situation.
“I’ll be there in a minute!” She shouted back before looking at the boys. “I have to go.” Her stomach fell. “I can’t really tell him my friend who’s been dead for 25 years traded herself to a ghost club to save my band.” She was upset and everyone could see but it wasn’t as if Julie could do much. They didn’t know what she could see or do in the ghost club. She started to stand up before hesitating, putting a hand on Luke’s shoulder. “Get her back.” She told him and he nodded, reaching up to grab her hand briefly before she wiped away her tears, trying to fix herself up before she went inside.
When she was gone, the boys sat in silence for a few seconds before Reggie stood up and took a deep breath. “So, what’s the plan to save my sister?”
---
You weren’t sure if the fatigue you faced as you sat backstage was from the 4 songs you just performed or from trying not to cry, but the longer you sat there, the harder it was to hold back your emotions. You were exhausted as you pulled yourself up, kicking off the heels Caleb put you into and finding a little corner you could collapse on the ground. The moment you hit the ground, you let your sobs rack through you.
You never got to say goodbye to your friends. You just left them there crying. You didn’t even know if Caleb really let them go or if… or if you were too late. You haven’t seen Willie since you asked him to bring you to Caleb and that was the only hope you had.
“Y/N!” You heard Caleb sing out your name, only making you suck in a breath, swiping under your face to see the makeup you were wearing hadn’t smeared. “Y/N!” He called again and you tried to stand up, ignoring the wobble of your legs under you. Caleb came around the corner and your eyes narrowed at the smile on his face. “There you are!”
“What, did I run away before another song could start? My bad.” You started walking away from him, your heels hitting your sides as you carried them, no longer wanting to wear them.
Caleb appeared in front of you with a smirk as you stopped walking and clenched your jaw. He offered a forced laugh and put his hand on your shoulder to turn you around. “I was going to show you to your dressing room.”
“How thoughtful of you.” you grumbled as he brought you to a backstage area that resembled the many dressing rooms you’ve been in before. This one had to be one of the nicer ones, you’ll admit that. You let your eyes scan over the room from the vanity in front of you to the line of costumes by the door to the plate of fries that sat on the table. You eyed the plate carefully, wondering why it was there before Caleb laughed quietly at you.
“Try some.” He gestured to the fries before picking one up and eating it himself with satisfaction. You’d forgotten the boys mentioned food here being something ghosts could eat.
“I don’t want any.” You turned your back to Caleb and the food as you walked to the mirror, finally seeing what you looked like after your little transformation.
“Well, I’ll leave you to get comfortable.” He said before heading to the door. He stopped in the door, meeting your gaze as you looked through the mirror. He didn’t say anything, but the smirk on his face was enough and when the door was closed, you allowed yourself to sit in the chair placed perfectly in front of the mirror.
Your eyes drifted across your appearance. The dress that clung to your body enough to look flattering and the makeup that made you look more like a showgirl than a teenager. You didn’t look like you. Pulling open the drawers under the mirror, you found makeup wipes and quickly wiped them across your face, trying your best to get all the makeup off until you could look in the mirror and see yourself. At that point, you needed to get out of this dress. You were going to try and find the most comfortable-looking costume to change, but your eyes landed on a certain outfit hung up that made you knot your brows.
You grabbed it slowly, pulling it out to see a tank top with the Sunset Curve logo printed on the front, a shirt you definitely didn’t own, along with a pair of ripped black jeans. What caused you to pause entirely was your leather jacket sitting on a hanger next to the outfit along with a note from Caleb.
For your comfort. Enjoy.
You scoffed. Sure, you were thankful for the change of clothes, but nothing could make you enjoy this place. Not performing, not a plate of fries or your private dressing room, and definitely not clothes. But it wasn’t like you could back out of the deal.
---
“Let’s just go get her!” Luke held back his shout after the millionth hour of trying to figure out a plan.
The other 3 boys, as well as Julie, groaned at him. “We can’t!” Alex reminded him and Reggie who was nodding his head in agreement with Luke.
“And why not?”
“Because she got the stamp.” Willie mumbled, his head resting back on the couch as he stared up at the ceiling. “If you just take her, the stamp could still-“
“Kill her?” Reggie interrupted with worry and Willie gave him a sad look before nodding. “So, there’s really nothing we can do?” When no one answered him, Reggie knew it was pointless. You were gone. “Can I-“ He stopped himself, glancing at his friends, “Is there a way we could say goodbye? For real?” He asked Willie and the skater thought about, how he would go about it but ultimately, he nodded.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
---
Willie was pacing back and forth in front of the Hollywood Ghost Club, trying to work out the plan in his head. He was just about to head inside before he was stopped by Caleb appearing in front of him.
“Caleb!” He gasped out, jumping backward as the man looked at him unimpressed.
“I believe I let you leave. Why could you possibly be back?” Caleb raised a brow at him and Willie gulped.
“Well, I-“ He cut himself off, the fear of working under Caleb returning and he wanted to poof away. Then he thought of Alex, of how Alex seemed so hopeful to at least see you again and know you were okay and he knew he couldn’t just give up because he was afraid. “It’s about Y/N.”
“What about her?”
“The band wants to say goodbye to her.” Willie held his head up, making Caleb smirk.
“Is that all?” Caleb asked and Willie’s face faltered for a second before he nodded. “No.” Willie’s face fell entirely as Caleb started to turn back to the door.
“5 minutes!” Willie pleaded and Caleb stopped moving. Willie thought he was going to keep walking until his back straightened and he looked over his shoulder at the boy.
---
You were crashed on the couch, staring at the ceiling above you and imagining it was the stars, back to last night when you thought you were saying goodbye to your family, the last time you felt peace. A knock broke through your silence as you groaned and pushed yourself up only to open the door to see Caleb standing there.
“What do you want?” you let him into the room, moving to lean on the wall next to the door.
“I have a surprise.” Caleb smiled at you. “I hope this will help you realize we’re not enemies here.” His hands fell on your shoulders and the smile he offered you unnerved you. You had no clue what he was giving you and that scared you. “You have 5 minutes.” He stepped back, giving you another smile before waving his hand and snapping toward the middle of your room.
Your breath stopped as Reggie, and Alex all appeared out of nowhere. The sound of the door closing as Caleb stepped out knocked you from your frozen stance as you launched yourself into Reggie’s hold.
Tears were already starting down your face as he cradled your head against him, his arms wrapped around you so tight that you were sure you weren’t breathing, but it was fine because technically you were already dead.
“You’re here.” You whispered to him, squeezing him tight to reassure yourself that your brother and the others were really here. “You’re all here.”
“Did you think we were just going to let you leave without saying goodbye?” Alex asked, holding back his cries. You pulled your head up, looking over to him and smiling as your tears fell.
“Where’s Julie?” You knew the answer as soon as you asked it and you shook your head to tell them so. Caleb couldn’t bring Julie in here because she, thankfully, wasn’t a ghost. “I’m really sorry. For everything.” You told them, glancing between Reggie and Alex. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Luke, if you did, you didn’t know what you would say. “I couldn’t let you guys die.”
“So, you gave yourself up to Caleb?” Reggie asked as he pulled back, wiping away the tears on your face and not caring about the ones on his own. You looked into his eyes, feeling your heart sink as you nod.
“I couldn’t let you guys die.” You repeated before Reggie pulled you into his arms again. When he was done, you moved to Alex, seeing him fight the waterworks and he’s no doubt struggling. You spared him, slipping into his hug as he held you quickly, his face buried against your shoulder and you knew he was trying to wipe his eyes behind your back.
You were starting to lose track of the time as you realized you were almost through your time and you couldn’t help the cry that escaped as you looked at the clock. Now it was time for the hardest goodbye, the only person you never got to say everything you’ve wanted to.
Luke stood there as you said goodbye to everyone except him, as you looked at everyone except him, as you spoke to everyone except him and he didn’t know how he held himself together for that long. You were right there in his arms reach and Luke didn’t know what to do or to say.
Your eyes met and the tears Luke had let fall free felt heavy on his cheeks as you stepped closer. Your eyes flickered down to his hands enough for him to bring his to yours. When you felt his touch against your hand, your fingers fell into place between his and Luke and you stepped even closer, the room falling absolute silent. You just stared at each other, no words or goodbyes being said until you threw your arms around his neck and his went around your waist to hold each other close.
You thought you were going to break in your brother’s hold but it was nothing compared to the way you sobbed into Luke’s shoulder, feeling him do the same. It was as if his touch opened the floodgates and there was no way you could close them.
“I’m sorry.” Luke managed to choke out as he buried his face in your shoulder, his eyes closing but doing nothing to stop the tears that slipped past.
“Why are you sorry? You did nothing wrong.” You pulled away to look in his eyes, your hand cupping his cheek softly, your fingers dancing against his skin as Luke shook his head.
“I should have told you something a long time ago.” Your head tilted as you tried to figure out the meaning behind what he was saying, but you didn’t know how much longer you could hold your secrets in for every second the clock ticked behind you, you felt your mind going crazy.
“I have something I need to tell you, too.” You told him and Luke nodded, tightening his grip on your hand.
“C-Can I go first?” He stammered and you gulped before nodding, glancing at the clock before meeting his eyes. When you did, you recognized the look in his eyes. It was the same one you wore when you looked at him.
Luke didn’t say anything. His mouth hung slightly open, but he didn’t know how to express the feelings he held for you. He wanted to listen to Alex and Reggie’s advice and just blurt out ‘I love you’, but it didn’t feel like enough. So, he thought and he remembered a time he truly knew he was in love with you, when the two of you were connected beyond anything he had felt with anyone.
Step into my world,
Bittersweet love story ‘bout a girl,
Your breath hitched as Luke started singing, the same song you sang together just days ago. You were so lost in each other that you forgot the rest of the world existed. It was just you two.
Shook me to the core,
Voice like an angel, I've never heard before,
Your hand threaded with his again as you stepped back, slowly falling into the trance of Luke and you once again. Reggie, Alex, Caleb, the ghost club; everything faded away until it was just you two staring into each other’s eyes and never wanting to look away.
Here in front of me,
Shining so much brighter than I have ever seen,
When you started singing, your feelings put into the song, Luke knew Reggie was right. Your feelings were the same as his and Luke waited all this time for nothing, he could have told you the truth a long time ago. But now is better than never. With his one hand still holding yours and his other wrapped around your waist, Luke let his forehead fall against yours.
Life can be so mean,
But when he goes, I know he doesn't leave,
Your voice cracked as Luke and you started to sing together and you barely got a few words into the next verse before you stopped and cried out and said what you’ve wanted to say for years.
“I’m in love with you.”
For a moment in the room, amongst the four heartbroken teenage ghosts, it was as if time froze. Your eyes were closed and your head dipped in relief. Had your eyes been opened, you would’ve seen Luke’s eyes light up and his lips pull into the soft smile you’ve fallen in love with. Instead, you only heard him whisper back, “I’m in love with you, too” before his lips hit yours.
The kiss shared between the two of you was effortless and it was simple. You didn’t have to think with him. Luke’s grip on you never faltered, pulling you close to him as he let go of your hand to cup the bottom of your jaw toward the back of your neck, tugging you closer to him as his fingers gently tangled in your hair. You lost yourself in the feeling, kissing Luke back with everything you had in you.
You didn’t want to pull away, you wanted to stay here in this bliss forever, but the feeling in your wrist like a dull pain that was more an annoyance wasn’t going away. So, you pulled away.
Luke and you locked eyes with matching smiles, both heartbeats beating fast in your chests until you heard either Alex or Reggie gasp, you weren’t sure which. “Y/N.” Reggie said before he was at your side, scaring you with his speed.
“What? What’s wrong?” You asked as he grabbed the wrist that caused your distraction as your eyes doubled. The stamp was slowly rising off you, shining as it grew in the air, and just like when you watched Caleb free the boys, it disintegrated.
You looked up to your brother first, your wrist still in his hand as he slowly smiled and you couldn’t help the laugh of relief that escaped from your smile. Then you looked to Alex, who stood with a dropped jaw and eyes locked on your wrist but you could see his breathing skip as he understood what this meant. Finally, you turned to Luke. His eyes were glued to the side of your face since the stamp was gone. He didn’t know how to feel right now. You’re safe. You’re free. You’re in love with him.
You pulled your wrist from your brother and jumped in Luke’s arms, your legs going around his waist as he spun you around. When your feet hit the ground again, you moved your face in front of his as he smiled. “I love you.” he repeated, wanting you to know he didn’t just say it because he thought he’d never see you again. He said it because he truly meant it.
“I love you too.” You whispered, pushing your hand through his hair. You were leaning in about to kiss him before Alex cleared his throat, causing the three of you to look at him.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to disrupt this beautiful moment you’ve got going on, but maybe this is something you can continue back home? Not in the ghost club that could trap us forever?”
Alex was right and the four of you took each other’s hands and disappeared, seconds before Caleb rushed back in, well aware of the fact that somehow, you’ve lost your stamp.
---
You’ve never been more thankful to be back in Julie’s studio before in your life. Relief was written across everyone’s faces and you leaned into Luke’s side and his arm went around your shoulder as he pressed a kiss onto your temple. With a look up at him and a warm smile on your face, you quickly finished that kiss Alex interrupted before it could start.
You both giggled, cheeks flaring as you’ve come to term that things are going to be different from now on, but a good different, nonetheless. Reggie pulled you away from Luke, getting a hug that wasn’t sad and you reciprocated right away, your brother’s hugs always making you feel at home.
“I’m so glad you’re alright.” He said when you separated and you nodded frantically.
“I’m so glad we’re all alright. I mean, I can’t imagine how awful this night could’ve been if it had gone any other way.” You looked around, seeing the three boys nodding their heads in agreement before you paused. “Where’s Julie?”
None of them knew, but you had a small guess on where’d she’d be. You teleported to her room, standing at the foot of the bed as you looked at the crying younger girl on the bed, her head buried in the pillows and your heart ached for her. “You cryin’ over me, Jules?”
Her head snapped around so fast you were certain she had whiplash. She didn’t acknowledge any pain of the action before she leaped out of the bed and into a hug with you. You laughed out, happy to see the tears had stopped as you hugged her back. “You’re okay!” She cried out and you squeezed her before you tensed.
“Wait, a minute, how can I-“
“Freaky, right?” Julie interrupted you and your eyes widened. “It happened with the boys earlier too, after you had…” She trailed off, her eyes glancing down to your wrist before flickering back up to your eyes.
You smiled at her, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek, and shook your head. “It’s not there. I’m free.”
“No one made a deal this time, right?”
You laughed again and shook your head, unable to keep the smile on your face at bay. “No. No, this time it was something else.” You thought about Luke and your kiss, how it erased the stamp and Julie cocked her head, wanting to know what was going through yours. “I’ll tell you later. Um, first I have to apologize.”
Her face softened and her hand fell on top of yours still pressed against her cheek. “You don’t have to do that, Y/N. You did what you thought was best was the boys. Just like you always do.”
“I shouldn’t have left you like that. I shouldn’t have left any of you like that.”
“Y/N.” Julie cut you off, knowing you were going to spiral in apologies. “Thank you for not leaving me.” You gave her a nod before another hug, basking in the first time you were able to touch and hug your friend. “Now come on,” she pulled back, moving to grab some tissues to wipe her tears as well as yours. “I’m sure the boys are waiting for you in the studio.” Julie stuck her elbow out and you quickly locked it with yours before the two of you skipped quickly out of the house and into the studio. Willie was there again and, in your presence, he smiled and stepped forward.
“Thank you.” He said and it was more than enough for you as you glanced down to his hand interlocked with Alex’s and you couldn’t help but smirk.
“Don’t mention it, Willie.” You told him, giving him a fist bump that Willie happily returned. Luke surprised you as he snuck up behind you, pulling your back against his chest and his arms went around your waist.
You chuckled, turning to look over your shoulder and you kissed him, only to pull away and see a giddy Julie trying to hide her surprise. You had a little to catch her up with.
“Okay! Okay!” You shouted, putting your hands in the air as everyone paid attention to you. “I know tonight has been… less than ideal-“
“That’s one way to put it.” Your brother interrupted you and you lightheartedly glared at him.
“I know tonight has been less than ideal, but I do believe we had a damn good performance at The Orpheum and I, for one, would like to celebrate that.” There were cheers from your friends as you migrated to the seats. Luke, Reggie and you took the couch with you in the middle and leaning back against Luke and your legs resting on your brother’s lap. Luke’s arms were wrapped around you comfortably and as your band celebrated, the two of you snuck kisses, which when you were sometimes caught by your brother, earned you both remarks about him not wanting to see his sister and best friend making out, but Luke and you only responded with more kisses. Willie and Alex were sitting on the floor close enough that when one moved, the other did as well. Julie was perched on the chair next to Luke, right where you could reach out and grab her leg or hand to get her attention, and with the levels of laughs and conversations in the room, it was something you had to do quite a bit.
You all stayed there for hours, even Julie who was the only one who needed sleep. Soon though, she was slumped in the chair and your conversation was taken down in volume to allow her the sleep she needed and deserved.
You didn’t know what awaited you if you ever crossed over, but you could imagine if it brought you peace and happiness then it would feel like this moment with your family. Life, and death, was a leap of faith, but for them, you’d jump a thousand times.
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