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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 3 years

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It's Just a Movie: Part 21 (Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader)

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Warnings: cursing, blood mention

Word Count: 3674

The eight of you hopped down the stairs, heading down into the depths of the cave below. It was as if all had been forgotten, but you'd guessed that David's question must have creeped out Michael as much as it had creeped you out. But after a short laugh and some mild encouragement, Michael was following you all down into the sunken hotel.

Dwayne took the time to light the barrels so Michael, and you, could see in the dark cave. Paul went right behind the brunette, turning to help the little boy down the cave steps before holding his hand and jumping down into the cave with him. Paul stopped his cheering to say,

"Go get the rockbox, brother." And Laddie quickly agreed. Marko went straight for his pigeons, while Dwayne finished lighting up the room. You followed Marko, hanging near him as you looked behind you to catch David's eye. Everyone knew what speech was coming, and you grinned as you waited for David to start. Though, your eyes shifted to the brunette. You watched the awe come over his face, and you could imagine just what he was thinking. Even after so many months, the cave still had its own little effect on you.

"Not bad, huh?" You walked past Marko, heading towards the fallen down and graffitied steps that jutted out of the wall. Paul was already making his laps around the fountain, while Laddie went to go give him the rockbox. You climbed up, popping a squat on the steps as David continued, "This was the hottest resort in Santa Carla about eighty-five years ago." You placed your elbows on your knees, settling your chin on your hands as David walked around the fountain and said, "Too bad they built it on the fault. In 1906, when the big one hit San Francisco, the ground opened up and this one took a header," Laddie climbed into the fountain as he spoke, and Paul stepped around the chandelier as he passed. David clapped as he said, "Right into the crack." He was looking at Michael now, and he stood just a step too close. "So, now it's ours." David finished.

"So, check it out, Mikey." Paul said, putting emphasis on the nickname. He had lit a joint, and you laughed along with the other boys. David continued as if Paul hadn't interrupted him, and Star grabbed Michael's hand to try to stop David from leading him away as he said,

"Marko. Food." He said, and Marko was tossing his pigeon over his shoulder as he went to climb back up the cave steps and out towards the world. "That's what I love about this place." He had lifted an arm to wrap around Michael's shoulder, but Michael reached back and shrugged him off. Star walked towards her room, watching the pair closely. David's hand hovered as he said, "You ask, and then you get." Paul hopped off the fountain, joint in hand. He held it up for David, who said, "Thank you." And Paul cheerfully said,

"Yeah." Before he blew the smoke out of his mouth with a smirk on his face. You stood from the stairs, noticing how everyone, even little Laddie, was watching the pair. You climbed off the steps, heading towards the fountain near where Paul and Dwayne pulled Laddie up. "Appetizer?" David offered, and you watched as Michael took the joint. You stood next to Dwayne as David, "You'll like it here, Michael." And reached up to touch the flag tucked into Dwayne's pants.

In the movie, the scene cut right there. It flashed back to Sam's room, where he was reading all about vampires. But this wasn't just the movie. Michael was still there, being led to the couches to smoke while the seven of you hung out and awaited Markos return. You reached into Dwayne's pocket, and the brunette looked down at the feeling. You pulled his lighter out of it, giving him a grin as you walked over to the rockbox, pressing play on whatever tape was inside, and went to the brunette girl. You linked your arms, even if the girl seemed content to hide behind her curtains.

"Help me light the candles." You whispered, and she gave you a silent look, before a small nod. She found a pack of matches lying around, and the pair of you went around the room lighting the stray candles. Star was silent, casting glances over at the pair on the couch. You looked over, seeing that Paul had joined their minor smoke sesh. You rolled your eyes, and thought to yourself, Of course. You caught eyes with him when you looked back, and he gave you a wide grin and motioned you over. He was sitting on the couch with Michael, while David sat in his chair. While you had gotten most of the candles, there were still plenty left unlit. You smiled and shook your head, turning your attention back to the candle holder in front of you. You could hear Dwayne whizz past you on his skateboard, and you looked over your shoulder to catch a smile from him. You had barely looked away from the candle for a minute before a large hand was reaching out, lighting it before you could. When you looked over, the tall blonde stood next to you with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Hey there, gorgeous. Is it just me, or do I feel a spark between us?" He flirted, and you couldn't stop yourself from rolling your eyes as you went to light the candles on the chandelier. "Oh, c'mon." Paul drawled, following you over and helping you light the candles you couldn't reach. "That was a good one." Paul said, and you let out a little sigh.

"I'm pretty sure you've used that one before." You told him, and Paul scoffed as he picked up one of the candles, lit it, and set it down on the fountain.

"Ouch. Tough crowd." He said, looking over towards the boys. You saw that Dwayne has paused his skating to take a hit from the joint, but hadn't yet joined David and Michael. He even put one foot on the board, pushing off with the joint between his lips. The three of them let out soft laughs, and you looked over to find that Laddie was shadowing Star now. "Well, either way, you set my heart aflame." Paul said, choosing to sit just where you were going to place one of the candles, a candle in his own hand. You gave him an unamused arch of your brow, and he scoffed again. "Nothing?" He said, and you shook your head. Nothing. Usually, Paul didn't even have to flirt with you to make you swoon. You didn't know what it was, but you were enjoying teasing him. You were used to an audience, but, perhaps, you felt as though you had something to prove with Michael watching as well. Even if the boys seemed to be having their own conversation, you could feel the stares on your back. Paul stood and took the candle from your hand, setting it down where he sat. He reached out to touch your cheek, and you couldn't stop yourself from leaning into the touch. It made a wide grin spread across Paul's face, and he leaned close to say, "You're just trying to make me look bad." After a moment, you nodded with a grin spread across your lips. You giggled, but, when he ducked down to kiss you, you pulled away.

It was just an inch of distance, but Paul looked absolutely insulted by the rejection. His mouth even fell open and his eyes had gone wide, the warning sign of amber already mixing with his crystal blues. Paul loved games, and you knew he was the most persistent of the vampires. But, for Michael's sake, you decided to end the game before it truly began. You grinned, and quickly closed the distance to give him a peck. He accepted the kiss, his lips twisting in an attempt to hide his own pleasure, before he held your chin and kissed you again. It was deeper and almost forceful, as if he was proving a point. He only pulled away when Dwayne skated past and thumped Paul on the head. Paul broke the kiss with a shout of,

"Hey!" And Dwayne's laugh rang clearly through the cave. You grinned as you watched him skate away, and he looked over his shoulder to send you a large, heart-melting smile. He looked positively picturesque. His board made him a few inches taller, his hair was blowing slightly behind him, and his jacket had fallen open to reveal just a sliver of skin. Paired with the smile on his face and the look in his eye, it was hard not to melt. Paul, however, only became disgruntled by how Dwayne had stolen your attention, and told him, "Get your own girlfriend, man." As Dwayne came nearer and passed the two of you, he leaned down and sent you a wink before he said,

"Oh, I will." Paul's feathers had been especially bristled after that comment, and, on a normal night, he probably would've stolen you away to your room simply just so the brunette couldn't interrupt his night with you. But, alas, he had to stay put, as much as it bothered him to do so. Michael had moved to the fountain, so he could be closer to David. Or, perhaps, it was so he could stare at Star, who had come over to finish lighting the candles in the cave and decided to hang behind David's chair when she was finished. Still, the platinum blonde seemed to be the only one interested in talking to the boy from Phoenix, and, if you had been paying closer attention, you might've caught more of the questions David had asked him. The only thing that seemed to improve his mood was when Michael pointed between the two of you and quietly asked,

"So, you two are…" And Paul beamed as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You and the boys hadn't really discussed what you would tell Michael, but you knew that you wouldn't be able to hide it for long. Especially when you and the boys would share affection with eachother whenever you felt necessary. Instead, the pair of you shared a glance, then looked at Dwayne. Then, the three of you laughed to yourselves, and Michael stared at the display between the three of you.

"Something like that." You told him between giggles, and, while he smiled, he looked just slightly confused as his eyes flicked between the three of you. He was clearly relieved when the other blonde returned with the sound of feet hitting the floor and a call of,

"Feeding time! Come and get it, boys." As he walked towards where David and Michael had parked themselves. Dwayne skated past, ditching his board to sit in the corner of the couch with a small cheer of,

"Alright." While Paul scrambled for his spot on the ledge and chattered to himself. He pulled you next to him, and Marko, chopsticks between his teeth, paused to give David his order first. David looked at the container, and, almost in a bored tone, said,

"Chinese. Good choice." As though he'd known that's what he was going to end up choosing. Funnily enough, to you, the line sounded exactly the same as in the movie, with or without the prior knowledge. Marko threw Dwayne's carton to him, and Paul turned, saying,

"Over here, bud." And held out his hands for Marko to throw him his food. The only difference was that Marko threw two cartons, one for you and one for Paul. He also tossed Paul a pair of chopsticks, which Paul passed to you. You shook your head as you looked over, seeing that Dwayne had already started to eat with his bare hands, and that Paul, and Laddie, was quick to follow. You opened your carton, using the chopsticks to eat your normal order of chinese food, and you would've commented if it wouldn't break the script. Marko stood behind David's chair, glancing at the brunette on the fountain.

"Guests first." David said, holding out the carton of rice to Michael. Michael mumbled a simple,

"No, I'm good." But your eyes flicked to David. He persisted with an almost surprised,

"You don't like rice?" And even though you'd seen the scene a thousand times, it was interesting to see it in person. From this angle. Everything was less dramatic, yet impossibly more tense. David's persisting was less of a plot device and appeared to be even more unnecessary. You could almost hear the tense background music, even if, now, it was just whatever cassette had been in the rockbox. Still, David had to. He continued with, "Tell me, Michael. How could a billion chinese people be wrong?" Earning a few laughs and chuckles from the boys around you. You forced yourself to smile as you ate your food, but you didn't even need to look at Star to know that she was staring at you. A glance only confirmed that, but you wished you hadn't. The confusion and speck of hurt in her eyes made you wish you had just watched David and Michael. David pushed even further, laughing and saying, "C'mon." Michael took the carton and fork, eating a small bit of rice if not just to satisfy the boy in front of him. After a moment, David asked, "How are those maggots?" Earning a small chorus of laughter from the boys around you. You stared down at your food, almost not wanting to watch the scene play out as guilt edged the back of your mind when Michael dumbly said,

"What?" Only for David to lean forward in his seat, his brow lowering and his face turning serious as he continued,

"Maggots, Michael. You're eating maggots. How do they taste?" The boy besides you was cracking up, and even Dwayne was letting his head roll back as he laughed. You stared at him for a moment, and looked back just to see Michael spitting out the rice. It caused a whole roar of laughter, even from the smallest of the boys. But, you could only bring yourself to laugh quietly, even if it quickly faded the second Star said,

"Leave him alone." Guilt was eating you up. You didn't want to bully Michael, and Sam's request from earlier was itching at your mind. Make sure Mike doesn't embarrass himself too badly. Those were the words that rung in your ears as Paul said,

"Pretty sad." But the boys fell silent as David stabbed his takeout. A frown had quickly replaced his smile, and he stared at Michael for a moment as the boy made sure to get the rice out of his mouth. You stared at David, but he seemed to be avoiding your eyes. Instead, he looked at Michael. You couldn't help but follow his gaze, and you watched as Michael tried to piece together what had just happened. You knew that he had, for a moment, saw the rice as maggots. No imagination. He'd seen it. Yet, now you were sure it had gone back to being just plain old rice.

"Sorry about that. No hard feelings though?" David asked, and Michael looked at him before looking away and saying,

"No." You were sure he was probably blaming it on his high, on the weed the boys had given him. Surely, that was the most reasonable explanation. You watched as David held out his noodles and said,

"Why don't you try some noodles?" And, from how the boys laughed, you were almost positive that if you looked into the carton you'd see worms inside them. To save your own appetite, you didn't look.

"They're worms." Michael said, earning more laughter. Paul looked over at you, clearly enjoying himself. You smiled to play along, gently nudging him with your shoulder. David was quick to say,

"What do you mean they're worms?" As he looked down at the carton. As David took some noodles between his chopsticks, Michael said,

"Don't eat-" But he was cut off by the sight of David tilting his head back, licking the noodles into his mouth. They weren't worms, just plain noodles. David told him exactly that with the line,

"They're only noodles, Michael." Before Michael was grabbing the food from his hands. He looked at it, pulling it up with David's chopsticks. He saw with own eyes that they were, fortunately, no longer worms. Just noodles. Paul laughed and taunted him, saying,

"Worms." As if the idea was ridiculous. You gave him another small nudge, just as Star said,

"That's enough." But you knew none of the boys would listen to her. They couldn't. They had a script to follow, and Paul turned his head to tell Star to,

"Ah, chill out, girl." But it almost felt as if he was telling both of you. You looked away, burying your attention into the carton of chinese food as Marko leaned down, letting David whisper in his ear. But Marko knew what he wanted, even as he nodded and went to go fetch the bejeweled bottle. The lump in your throat was developing again, and no amount of swallowing could get rid of it. You comforted yourself with the reminder that Michael was kind of a creep, and that you needed to do this. For a moment, it made you feel slightly less bad. You watched as Marko brought the wine and passed it to David. Star walked around David, moving so she was behind Michael. She looked concerned. Rightfully so. She knew what was in that bottle, and she knew none of the others, not even you, would protest if David offered it to him. Michael looked over at Star as silence filled the room, but the tension was thick and heavy. It was time, and, if they succeeded, then they were one step closer to guaranteeing their survival. Or their deaths.

David uncorked the bottle of blood, taking a sip and letting his eyes close. He took a breath, before he opened his eyes and stared at the boy in front of him. Even before David said the words, you reached for Paul's hand and gave it a tight squeeze. He reciprocated the action.

"Drink some of this, Michael. Be one of us." He said, and then slowly held the bottle out for Michael to take. You watched him closely, even as Michael took the bottle. Even as your boys began to chant. Even as Laddie stood up off of the couch, passing the boys to stand besides you and reached to grab your free hand. Even as Star said,

"Don't. You don't have to, Michael." And Laddie gave your arm a small tug. Before you could even think to stand, to go with him, Paul lifted your joined hands and moved them along with his chant. His grip was tight, and you knew it would be futile if you tried to pull away. So, instead, you gestured for Laddie to go to Star, to leave you on the ledge with Paul. He paused for a moment before he hurried away, just as Star said, "It's blood." And you almost wished that Michael had listened to her. Instead, he stupidly said,

"Yeah. Sure." And lifted the bottle to his lips. He chugged it down, earning a chorus of cheers, claps, and a loud,

"Bravo!" From David. The boys lifted their arms and cheered, and David told the curly-haired blonde to, "Give me a ride, Marko." And, even if you were relieved that the plan was working, you couldn't help but pity Michael as the boys started a whole new round of cheering his name. He was a vampire, a half, and he didn't even know it yet. Especially when you caught Star and Laddies eyes as they slipped away from the scene, heading back towards the canopy, and shelter, of Stars room. They knew, and you knew Star couldn't believe that the five of you had done it again. Pauls hand slipped from yours as he stood, rushing up to Michael to say,

"You're one of us, bud. Let the good times roll." As they began to cheer and celebrate. While 'Cry Little Sister' didn't play in the background and the scenes didn't overlap, it may as well have. Everything was happening in such a rush and your attention was constantly being split that you couldn't find one boy to focus on. And you couldn't get rid of the bad feeling stuck in your chest, or the rock in your throat that stopped you from cheering along with them. It was making you dizzy, and it glued you to your spot. Even as Marko pushed Michael, Dwayne got back on his skateboard, Paul ran around the room waving his jacket around, and David walked around the candles on the fountain, you didn't move. You only moved when Marko offered his hands to you, and yanked you out of your seat. He dragged you along, hopping and running. You knew you should be excited. Hopeful. Just like you'd been the other day. You only laughed when Marko spun you around and dipped you, but it was more out of surprise than anything. He danced you around the fountain, and you were grinning the next time you looked at Michael. But the guilt of your actions and the betrayal you saw in Stars eyes made it flicker, and so that you stopped at where the tunnels went deeper, parted from the angel-faced blonde with a quick kiss, and leaned against the cave wall to watch them celebrate. You were doing your best to attempt a smile. After a moment, you reached up to place your thumb between your teeth and chewed on your nail instead.

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sinfulslanders · 3 years

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Birthday

Pairing: Michael Myers x Baker!Reader

Request: @nuttybeardetective “Hai!! Would it be alright to request Michael Myers x chubby fem reader who is a Baker, and they find out about Michael's birthday and make him lots of cakes and pies ? Pure fluff if you please ♡♡”

Warning(s): Kind of out of character Michael.

Word Count: 1.7K

Note: I’m a little late. Ahaha. No but seriously, I’ve been going through some stuff. This year isn’t really my year. I just finished my state test yesterday and I just got into the writing mood. I hope this is to your expectations but if it’s not, just let me know.

Before you knew of Michael, he knew everything about you. Of course, he watched you long before he decided to reveal himself to you. He knew you ran the local baker in town and you were known to have some of the best birthday cakes in town, along with other famous desserts he heard people talking about. He would watch you bake cupcakes through the cracked backdoor of your shop, the smell of sweetness always made his mouth water and his stomach grumble. Maybe he wouldn’t kill you until he got to taste of your famous cake or something.

He watched you more and saw the things that went on behind closed doors. Your employees weren’t of much help to you, he could tell they were only there for the paycheck, he heard the things they said about you when they thought you weren’t around or listening, words that surprisingly made him irritated. He knew you heard them but you weren’t faded by them, you just continued mixing the ingredients while humming a song he did not know of.

He watched and watched, moving from just watching you at your job to watching you in your house. Watching your sleep through your bedroom window, watching you day and night. Until he finally showed himself to you. He just sat on the couch, waiting for you to come back home after working overtime at the shop, you weren’t faded by him just sitting there on your couch. “You finally decided to show yourself. If you’re going to kill me, do it while I’m sleeping.” Then you turned off the light and went upstairs, leaving him in the darkness.

The next morning you had awoken to you still being alive, then you blamed yourself for being so stupid to just fall asleep while there was someone in the living room. You had grabbed the ball you kept next to your bed and walked downstairs ready to hit anything that moved. Stepping off the last step, you saw the tall intruder sitting in the exact same spot as last night but he had the box of cupcakes you baked, opened and emptied out. You sighed but quickly focused on the intruder as he started to get up, you quickly hit him across the head with the bat and waited as he stopped and turned his head towards you.

You couldn’t see his eyes through the mask he was wearing but you could feel him staring at you. You were about to hit him again but he snatched the bat away from you and tossed to the side. He stood up completely which caused you to step back and raise your fists. “I’m not going down without a fight.” You were really hoping your death would be quick since you did not know how to fight and he was twice your size. The masked intruder stepped towards you and stopped right in front of you, he placed his hand over yours and pushed your fists down. ‘Well, this is the end.’

You closed your eyes but felt a bit of wind go past you along with the sound of footsteps. You opened your eyes and saw that he was no longer in front of you, you heard something tapping against something else and turned around to see where it was coming from. You saw the large man had gone to the kitchen and had his arm extended. He looked at you as if he was telling you to come to him and you cautiously walked to the kitchen then stood by him. He was pointing at the calendar you had hung up in the kitchen. You looked even closer and saw he was pointing to a specific date, October 19th.

You stared up at him and tilted your head in confusion. He pointed at it again then slowly pointed at himself by back at the date. “Is tomorrow your birthday?” You asked. He didn’t verbally give you an answer but he stared down at you. “Okay, so, what about it?” He turned and pointed to the stove. You were starting to put everything together. “You want me to make you something. Okay, what do you want?” He walked over to the counter and you followed behind him. He pointed to the dessert cook book your grandmother had given you.

You watched him out of the corner of your eye as you stood beside him and opened the book. “I don’t know if you can talk so just point out everything you want.” You flipped pages and every time he would point that it. At the end, he had pointed to all thirty pages. “You want all of these?! Can you even eat them all?” You felt him poke you in your side with his finger. You looked at him then saw him point at himself again. He wanted you to eat them with him.

You sighed and nodded, “Alright, I’ll make them. It's going to take me some time to finish.” You saw him walk away. You turned your head to watch him and saw that he was going back into the living room. He sat down on the couch and just stared at the television. “The remote is on the smaller table, where you put the box of cupcakes.” You turned around and began getting all the ingredients you needed and soon enough you heard the tv turn on.

You spent hours making the desserts the masked intruder wanted. You even had to go to the grocery store a couple of times since you kept running out of stuff, and during your last trip you overheard from the town’s elderly about a boy named Michael Myers who killed his sister on Halloween night. You didn’t pay too much attention but it did peak your interest since it was the first time you had heard of a crime such as that in such a peaceful town. After you got everything you needed, you went back home and continued making the desserts.

You finally finished around 11 pm and you were exhausted. You called the stranger into the kitchen and you could hear the floors creaking underneath his feet. “I’m done with everything you wanted.” You handed him an icing decorator and pointed at the newly finished cake. He looked down at both the cake and the icing then looked at you. You smiled, “Write your name.” He looked down at the cake and gripped the icing bag in an awkward way before you started seeing his hand moving.

You couldn’t exactly see what he was writing since he was a large guy but after some time he sat the icing down, you looked at the cake and read what he wrote: “Michael.” You furrowed your eyebrows. You thought back to when you were in the store and heard those elderly ladies talking about a Myers boy. It would be a plot twist if he was the Myers boy but did you want to risk asking him that. No, absolutely not. It might be a trigger for him and you did not want to die yet.

“Okay, Michael, help me bring the rest of the desserts into the dining room.” You grabbed the cupcakes and brought them to the dining room, he turned around and just saw Michael staring at the cake. You smacked your lips before you entered the kitchen. As you grabbed the plate, Michael suddenly grabbed your wrist hard. “Relax. I’m just bringing it to the dining room.” He loosen his grip a bit but still didn’t let go.

“Michael, I promise I’m not trying to do anything with the cake.” What was wrong with him? He didn’t even flinch when you hit him with the bat but he’s scared you’ll do something with his birthday cake? After some more hesitation, he released your wrist and you thanked him. You went to the dining room and placed the cake in front of a chair. You turned around and saw Michael right behind you which caused you to jump.

“Michael! You scared me!” You softly patted your chest to try to calm your breathing. He didn’t react in any way and continues to stand there. You cleared your throat and pointed to the chair with the cake in front of it. “You can go sit down if you want to.” You two just stood in silence. You wanted to move but you felt it would be wrong for you to make the first move. You noticed the Micael began to lift his arms up and you thought that your end had finally come. You closed your eyes but only felt him wrapping his arms around you then suddenly lifting you up.

“Put me down! Oh my goodness.” You didn’t know what to do. The whole situation was making you nervous. What was he trying to accomplish? He must have lifted you off the ground since your face and his were right next to each other. ‘Oh wow, he’s pretty strong.’ You could now hear his even breathing through his mask, at least you’ve confirmed he’s an actual person.

“Thank you.” A deep and raspy voice came through the mask causing you to freeze. He placed you back onto the ground but you were still frozen. He could talk? Why didn’t he talk earlier? You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard a chair screeching against the floor. You turned away and saw him sitting down and staring at you, as if he was waiting for you to sit down with him.

You jumped slightly when your watch went off, you looked at the time and saw it was midnight. It was officially his birthday. “Wait! Don’t eat yet.” You went into the kitchen and searched through the drawers for a lighter and candle. After searching two drawers, you found them and went back into the dining room. You quickly placed the candle into the cake and lit it. You began singing the birthday song to him but he just stared at the cake. At the end, you asked him to blow out the candle. He looked at you, you waited but he continued.

“Okay, I’ll close my eyes if you want.” You placed your hands over your eyes as you said you would. There was a few minutes of silence and you were starting to get tired of waiting, you were about to remove your hands but you heard a soft blow. You smiled and waited before removing your hands. Your eyes quickly adjusted to the light and you saw that he was staring at you, the candle wasn’t lit anymore.

You clapped and smiled at him, “Happy Birthday, Michael!”

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spaceskam · 3 years

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Pretty Little Picture (3/3)

okay so TECHNICALLY this was for day 3 of @malex-cupid but then ice robbed me of my wifi for like two days. So here is now. Whoops. (thanks for reading!)

warning for mild sexual content which i forgot to say at the beginning of the last chapter my b

ao3

Alex woke up to a heavyweight on his spine.

It took him a few moments to register it and he had to crane his neck a bit, but, sure enough, Michael was passed out against his back. His cheek was smushed against it and he was definitely drooling a little bit, but Alex didn’t mind. With a sigh, he let his head fall back against the pillow.

His eyes closed as he thought about the night before. About kissing and touching every inch of him that he could. Neither of them really anticipated that, so they didn’t have lube to do anything too strenuous, but they definitely managed to have fun regardless. Maybe it was too early, but he didn’t regret it. It felt good and they worked weirdly well together.

However, the peace of it all only lasted a few minutes before Michael’s alarm started to go off.

“Why does the world hate me?” Michael whined, slowly peeling himself off of Alex to go turn it off. In that time, Alex flipped onto his back. It didn’t stop Michael from falling right back down onto his chest. “You don’t have any chest hair.”

“Good morning to you too, I guess,” Alex laughed, raking his hands through Michael’s fucked up hair. They needed a shower. They were going to take one the night before, but they very quickly got distracted. “I shave it or get it waxed, it gets itchy.”

“Really?” Michael said, scratching his chest gently, “Mine doesn’t.”

“I think it really only starts getting itchy once you’ve started shaving it. Like Liz says she doesn’t get how Max has such hairy legs without it being itchy because hers get that way if she tries to go more than a week,” Alex explained, yawning halfway through. Michael hummed thoughtfully and then turned to prop his chin upon his chest.

“Sounds plausible,” Michael decided. Alex hummed softly, letting his eyes slip closed out of pure selfish reasons. He was warm and comfortable and he didn’t want to get up. “We can stay in bed a little later if you want. Brunch instead of breakfast, remember.”

“How long until then? ‘Cause we both need showers,” Alex pointed out. Michael shifted, moving up a bit more until Alex sensed him just hovering above. He opened his eyes slowly to look at him.

“Two hours,” Michael said softly, eyes drifting across his face, “But we could take one together. Save water and time.”

Alex huffed a laugh, rubbing his hand up and down his arm before leading it up to his neck.

“Genius.”

“Yeah.”

Michael moved down, kissing him much slower than he had the night before. He let the rest of his body press up against Alex which made it very clear he hadn’t bothered to put any clothes on. Alex had at least remembered boxers.

“You’re so warm,” Alex said fondly, his hand gliding over his broad shoulders and the dip of his back.

Michael smiled softly, his nose nudging against Alex’s before his tongue made its way into his mouth without hesitation. Alex tugged him closer and kissed him deeper, not quite ready to let him go. He didn’t think he’d ever be ready to let him go.

Alex wasn't sure how long they laid there just kissing as if they did this all the time. Maybe they could make it a new habit because it was just... nice. Nice to wake up and have him there and have full reign.

Michael was his roommate. They'd lived together for three years. How the hell hadn't this occurred to him before? And this... this wasn't even a stupid crush that he had because Michael was doting on him. He liked him. He *wanted this.

However, Alex managed to keep his expectations low despite his desires being high. They fell into bed the night before under the understanding that this was just a one-time thing, friends helping friends, they were already pretending to date and so why not? That was the precedent. Alex couldn't and wouldn't expect more.

"Do you know what today is?" Michael asked as he broke the kiss and slowly started leaving soft pecks down his neck. Alex snorted.

"Don't be cheesy."

"It's Valentine's day," he said anyway, "I didn't get you anything."

"I didn't expect you to get me anything."

"Well, that makes me a bad boyfriend," Michael hummed, lifting himself up just enough to look at him in the eye, "So what do you want?"

"You really don’t wanna ask me that,” Alex whispered, eyes training on his mouth. He put his hand on Michael’s cheek and let his thumb graze his bottom lip. Michael took a shaky breath.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know,” Alex said as he took a deep breath and watched Michael follow his thumb with his tongue, “Might make you fall in love with me.”

Michael huffed a laugh, smiling wider by the second. Alex liked the way it felt. He liked how all of this felt.

“Alex,” he said, shaking his head a bit. Alex raised an eyebrow but didn’t get to say anything before Michael started gravitating down. “Alex. Tell me what you want.”

Alex replaced his thumb with his lips, breathing him in. He arched his back into him and reveled in the feeling of skin on skin. How had he not wanted this before the weekend?

Simple, he realized after a few seconds of thought, he had wanted it before. He just didn’t notice that it was an option. And, it wasn’t. Not really. This was temporary. But, God, it felt good.

“This. I just want this,” Alex said, voice barely a whisper and somehow still a beg.

Michael, ever the obedient caretaker, slipped his hand behind his back while the other went to his knee and hiked his leg up onto his hip. Alex’s hand slipped into his hair and kissed him deeper. He swallowed every noise he made.

Alex had known he was gay for as long as he could remember. He’d hooked up with boys from all walks of life since he moved for college: pretentious young artists, bratty trust-fund babies, a couple of football players who weren’t out yet, and a rich 50-year-old who very clearly had a lot of experience. None of it held a candle to this, to Michael kissing him and grinding against him and choosing this over spending time making good impressions.

That almost made it more surreal, that he was choosing this. He could’ve woken up awkward, could’ve blamed it on the wine, but he instead kissed and touched Alex more. It felt like he was being lit on fire from the inside in the best way.

Michael moved his hand between them, palming Alex over his boxers with no shame.

“I can’t believe we, two adult queer men, didn’t fucking bring lube or more than the one condom you had stuffed in your duffle bag,” Alex groaned, feeling a bit lightheaded as Michael didn’t stop. He just laughed softly, rocking against him.

“It’d been a little presumptuous if we had, don’t you think?” Michael asked. Alex genuinely, from the bottom of his heart, didn’t give a fuck about being presumptuous anymore. “I mean, if you wanna try, we can‒”

“Nope.”

Michael laughed, “You didn’t even hear what I was gonna say!”

“I know you. Spit only works if you want it to hurt,” Alex said. Michael huffed a laugh, tongue flicking across Alex’s lips because that’s apparently something he thought was a calm and collected thing to do.

“Fair enough. But if you wanna‒”

“No, nope,” Alex laughed, slapping his hand over his mouth. Michael beamed at him. “I’m not so impatient that I’ll risk a trip to the hospital. And we still don’t have a condom, so I can wait.”

Michael twisted his head until Alex moved it off his mouth, favored the feeling of raking it through his hair. His face went all soft in response like a cat that sincerely wanted to be pet. Alex scratched his scalp for extra measure.

“Fine,” Michael hummed, “We can wait.”

And Alex was quite sure he was going to fucking explode at this point. Waiting implied it was going to happen again and not when they were in this little bubble where they were boyfriends, but when they got home and were back to normal.

“Let’s go take a shower,” Alex said softly, needing to stay busy before he got his hopes up too high.

Michael nodded and got up slowly, leaving him with a few more kisses before he climbed out of bed. He stretched up and Alex took in the shape of him. His muscular back, his long torso, his tan skin, his nice ass.

He was so completely and utterly fucked.

“Okay, wait, how do you do this?”

“It’s not hard.”

“Clearly it is because I have no idea how you make it look good.”

Alex was grinning so wide it hurt as he watched Michael through the mirror. Michael had taken ahold of the blow dryer in the middle of Alex drying his hair and did it for him, combing through it and everything. When it got the pair Alex usually just pulled it back into a little ponytail and ruffled what didn’t fit, Michael got that intense look on his face and his tongue stuck out of his mouth as he tried to figure it out. Alex was giddy as he tied it back, decided it looked wrong, and took it down over and over.

“My hair is short, it’s not going to be perfect,” Alex said. When he’d gotten it cut the last time, they’d cut it to be chin-length (three inches shorter than requested) and he was still dealing with the consequences of not just driving down to Roswell to have Maria do it. “Just take your thumbs, try to get an even amount from both sides, and tie up the top half.”

“That’s what I’ve been doing.”

“And it’s looked fine. I’m gonna have to wash my hair all over again if you don’t stop soon,” Alex teased. Michael scrunched up his nose irritably and rolled his eyes. He took a deep breath and tried one more time. It looked nearly identical. “See? It looks fine.”

“How do you make yourself look so good? I’d be jealous if I didn’t get the benefit of looking at you every day,” Michael said. Alex rolled his eyes, but couldn’t deny the warm feeling that rushed through his system.

“Luck.”

“Mm, I believe it,” Michael hummed, moving some of Alex’s hair out of the way to leave a kiss on his neck. Soft and sweet and definitely not long enough. “Okay, okay, get away from me or I’m going to drag you back to bed.”

“See, that’s not going to convince me to get away from you.”

“No lube, no condom,” Michael recited, like a mantra that was more for himself than Alex as he took a backward step towards his bag. It reminded him that he was still in just a towel.

“Are you so boring that you can’t think of anything to do with those limitations?” Alex asked. Michael swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and turned around.

“It’s on days like these I ask myself, ‘Self, why have you let yourself be drawn in by lust and temptation? Is it not enough to admire from afar?’” Michael spoke wistfully as he dug through his bag. Childish giggles slipped through Alex’s mouth. “No, apparently, it’s not. I’ve been a respectful roommate and upstanding member of society, keeping my thoughts to myself for years and then I get one taste and I’m nothing but a useless sack of needing-to-pleasure-Alex cells. That’s it.”

“Years, huh?” Alex asked. Michael froze for a moment before he shook it off and pulled out a pair of chinos and a collared shirt.

“No. I don’t know, maybe. Yeah. I don’t know,” Michael mumbled, dropping his towel. Alex bit down on his bottom lip and took a very careful breath, trying not to do something embarrassing like twirl around the room and sing I Feel Pretty at the top of his lungs.

Definitely feeling pretty and witty and gay at moment.

Instead of focusing on that‒because, wow, that’s a lot to focus on‒Alex took out his eyeliner and drew his wings a bit more bold than he had been the last two days. Riding on that high, he even flipped his septum down. If Michael thought it’d be a problem, he’d tell him before they got downstairs. Hopefully. One of Michael’s female coworkers had multi-colored hair so it should be fine.

He took a step back and looked over himself. Black checkered pants, a loose black button-up that was half tucked in and half out, his hair a Michael special. He looked good. He felt better.

By the time he picked up his phone, he realized he hadn’t actually texted Liz since The Before and she was probably freaking out. As told by her series of messages.

Liz: HELLO ALEX HE DID W H A T?

Liz: Do I need to get Isobel on his ass?

Liz: Are you okay? It’s been a couple hours

Liz: Text me when you can and let me know if I need to come rescue you in the middle of the night

Liz: It’s the middle of the night, I’m going to bed, so I hope you don’t need saving.

Liz: However, if you don’t text me by tomorrow, I will assume you have been murdered and I will be filing a police report.

Liz: It’s currently 7:30 AM. You have until 10 before I assume the worst.

Alex: jesus liz

Liz: OH NOW HE ANSWERS

Alex: I am in fact alive

Liz: What happened last night??? You went MIA

Alex: ……….

Liz: NO YOU DID NOT

Alex: Listen. He’s really good at giving head.

Liz: I could’ve gone my whole life without knowing that but OH MY GOD

Liz: WHAT HAPPENED TO SELF CONTROL

Alex: Went out the door along with my dignity apparently

Liz: For real tho are you okay? That probably wasn’t great for your crush

Alex: I think it’ll be okay. I’m not keeping my hopes up or anything and I’m gonna have a real conversation with him once we leave, but for right now I’m content with him kissing me constantly

Liz: Oh shit it’s still going on?

Alex: It is still going on 😌

Alex: Remind me next time I go on a random trip with someone that even if I don’t expect to get laid I should bring condoms

Liz: omg Alex did you pay attention to sex ed at all

Alex: literally no I did not, half of it was no use to me

Liz: sigh. What am I going to do with you

“Alright, let’s go get brunch. Don’t let me have mimosas because if I drink at all, I can’t promise I won’t get myself fired,” Michael said. Alex slipped his phone into his back pocket to look at him, a grin easily finding his face.

“Aw, you look like such a little frat boy.”

“I am in a fraternity.”

“We don’t talk about that, it’s bad for my health,” Alex said, tilting his head back as Michael moved in and grabbed his hips. One hand moved up to his chin, holding him in place as he kissed him. “Can I have mimosas, though? I promise not to get messy.”

“You can have literally whatever you want,” Michael murmured against his mouth, leaving him one more kiss before he pulled away. “Let’s go.”

Somehow, going downstairs and parading in front of everyone as a couple didn’t feel any different than it had the first two days. They made small talk and ate good food and Alex drank two mimosas alongside Michael’s coffee.

“I can’t get over how cute you two are,” Alisha said, somehow having found her way to them again. Alex gave a warm smile despite wanting to slip and hide beneath the table at the sight of her. In her defense, so did the sight of everyone else. “You’re literally, like, glowing.”

“Well, what can I say? He just does something to me,” Michael said wistfully, giving Alex a face that said he was teasing. Alex held back a smile.

“It’s like you’re still in the honeymoon phase!” Alisha said. Alex almost laughed out loud that that. They kind of were in the honeymoon phase. It would just be drastically shorter than everyone else’s because it would end by the time they got home tonight.

That alone was almost laughably horrible.

“It’s easy when he’s got a face like that,” Michael cooed, reaching out to pinch his cheek. Alex laughed and leaned away only to be tugged back closer.

It was going to be weird when Michael wasn’t attached to his side anymore.

After brunch, they were supposed to have a nature walk again, but before Michael and Alex could go on their way, Jeannie and Curtis called them back. A few other interns turned and looked, but they went on their merry way until it was basically just the four of them.

“Come walk with us for a bit, I wanted to show you two my favorite place,” Jeannie said, a big smile on her face. Alex locked eyes with Michael for a moment and then they began to follow.

“You know, Michael, I was going through all the supervisor notes that Khalil has for your group. You’re a standout. Very focused and hardworking, but I see it’s probably helpful that you have a strong support system,” Curtis pointed out as they walked. The two of them were much more appropriately dressed for a nature walk than Michael and Alex, but, in their defense, they just planned to go to the creek again.

“Thank you, Sir,” Alex said before Michael had the chance to, “He deserves it.”

“I think so too,” Curtis said, warm and fatherly and Michael found Alex’s hand and squeezed, “You make a good team. I’ve watched how you know when to let the other do the talking when they’ll be better equipped. That’s very important if you want to climb ranks.”

Alex raised a suggestive eyebrow at Michael who just held onto him tighter. He rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb in hopes it’d help him calm down.

“Alex, when are you set to graduate?”

“This fall, if all goes well. Taking a couple of summer classes to help get there,” Alex said. Curtis nodded and looked over at Michael.

“And you’re set to graduate this semester,” he said‒not a question. Michael nodded evenly, eyes flitting to Alex as if looking for permission. Alex nodded back. “What’s the plan for after college?”

“Well, I already take piano gigs for some of the local schools’ choirs and give a few piano lessons to a few young kids, hoping to expand though. My kind of thing can pretty much go anywhere,” Alex said, knowing it sounded good. No big, painful uproot if he needed Michael in a different branch somewhere across the US. You know‒because to him they were together. Long term.

“And I’m just hoping to keep working for Disionic in any way I can,” Michael said. Alex squeezed his hand in approval.

“For how long, do you think?” Jeannie asked. Michael’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked over at Alex. He mouthed a ‘forever’ at him, watched him gulp, and smiled encouragingly. It was a big and false commitment. Big companies really liked it when they feel you’ve signed your life away to them.

“For as long as I can.”

“And you’d be willing to go to other branches if we needed you? We’ve got a branch in New York and Houston, but we plan to open another at some point in the next five years. And hopefully expanding in some other, more inventive work. Would you be interested in that, Michael?” Jeannie said.

Alex had always been aware that, when it came to things like this, there was an important balance between partners. Curtis wasn’t wrong in saying that a nice balance, knowing who needs to speak when, was important and helpful. Alex had been under the impression that while Jeannie was the warm one who was probably a fantastic hostess and enjoyed it, Curtis was the strong businessman who really only focused on the business part of things. Now, Alex quickly caught up to the realization that, while that may be true, Jeannie called the shots.

For a stupid second, Alex pictured him and Michael like that in a few years.

Funny how he spent his whole life wanting to get away from that environment and 1.5 hookups later, he was ready to sign up for a lifetime of being a good hostess.

“Absolutely, Mrs. Iverson. I-I’m obviously still learning how everything like this works, but I’m a fast learner,” Michael insisted. Jeannie laughed.

“I hope to watch you do that over the next couple of years,” Jeannie said, “Right, Curtis?”

“Nothing’s official yet,” he said, looking over at Michael with a fond smile, “But I do think there’s a more permanent spot for you in our business.”

Again with the squeezing Alex’s hand so hard it nearly hurt.

“After you graduate, of course,” Jeannie tacked on.

“After you graduate.”

“Thank you so much,” Michael said, trying to keep his excitement to the bare minimum.

Alex thought it was adorable though he didn’t know why he was so surprised. Michael had regularly gained favoritism from many, many people throughout his life. Teachers, bosses, baristas, the bus driver that would literally wait for him if he was running a few minutes late. Michael was an easy face to love and he worked hard and he was endlessly kind.

And each moment that passed Alex wondered how he’d been so blind to his own favoritism.

“Oh, and here’s what I wanted to show you,” Jeannie said as they started moving uphill a bit.

They stopped as they got to the edge, a cliff that overlooked a decent-sized body of water. It must’ve been where the little creek they’d sat by yesterday led to. There was a metaphor in there somewhere.

“This is where my Curtis brought me nearly 25 years ago now where he told me everything he wanted to do in the future and asked me to be a part of it,” Jeannie said, looking up at Curtis with a nearly disgustingly fond look. Alex wanted that. “I think it’s a good place to talk.”

“And, speaking of, Alvaro is calling,” Curtis said as his phone started ringing. He gave a polite nod and turned, immediately answering the call in Spanish. Alex was actually pretty impressed with his accent.

“Right, well, let me go make sure he places nice. You two have fun and make sure you come to sit by us at lunch, alright?” Jeannie said, waving goodbye as she followed her husband down the slope.

Michael and Alex didn’t speak as they waited impatiently for them to get out of sight and, hopefully, out of earshot.

“Alex,” Michael whispered, “Alex, I think I’m going to throw up.”

“What, why? Are you okay?” Alex asked, letting go of his hand to rub his back. Michael’s face, finally free of schooling himself for Jeannie and Curtis, was full of pure shock and disbelief. “Hey, this is a good thing.”

“I know it’s a good thing, it-it just feels really real all of the sudden. Like. Really real. Like, I don’t get it levels of real. I’m not supposed to have this,” Michael whispered, shaking his head as he looked out to the water. Alex took a step closer.

“What are you talking about? You’re the smartest person I’ve ever met and you’ve worked your ass off. You deserve this more than anyone,” Alex insisted. Michael shook his head.

“I’m supposed to still be barely scraping by in Roswell. I’m-I’m never supposed to get out. I’m supposed to become another statistic,” Michael said, looking over at Alex with furrowed eyebrows, “I’m only here because you gave me a place to live.”

“Shut up, I didn’t do anything. You would’ve found a way and you would’ve been right here with or without me giving you a place to live,” Alex insisted, “That was purely selfish reasons, too, I didn’t wanna live alone.”

“But Curtis was right. I-I get by because, like, a support system. I get by ‘cause of you,” Michael said. Alex again rolled his eyes.

“You’re giving me way too much credit here. You’ve got Isobel and Max and a whole group of friends. And back in Roswell you’ve got Sanders and Mimi and Arturo who would’ve done anything to see you thrive. And that’s not even counting the tons of people who gave you opportunities. Look, you’re definitely lucky and you could’ve very easily ended up stuck in Roswell without a little of that luck, but you’re also hardworking and smart. Playing the system is a part of this life we’ve been dealt, okay? And you’re playing it well,” Alex explained. Michael took a deep breath.

“You play it better,” he whispered.

“Will you stop making this about me?” Alex laughed, putting his hand on his cheek, “You’ve done great this entire weekend and clearly well enough for the last few months if Khalil talked you up that much.”

Michael stared at him for a long few seconds, silence. He looked tired and overwhelmed in a way he hadn’t this morning like everything had suddenly just hit him. Alex tried not to get worried about what else might’ve just hit him. He leaned forward despite himself and kissed his cheek slowly before pulling back, smiling in the most encouraging way possible.

“What if I don’t want to do it without you?” Michael asked.

Alex blinked once, twice, three times as he processed his words. He didn’t move away.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, we make a good team. And… And I like having this with you. I like doing this. I’m comfortable with you and I trust you and I’m not nervous,” Michael said, huffing a soft laugh as he looked away for a moment before looking back, “Everything else is new and scary and way out of my depth and, like, technically you are too, but you don’t feel like it. You feel safe. And I wanna do this with you. Charm the pants off of rich people and then have sex in rooms they pay for. Or in our own bed or whatever. You get the point.”

“Yeah,” Alex whispered, taking a shaky breath and he really thought about just stripping and jumping into the water below. He probably would’ve if he knew it was deep enough. “I think I get it.”

“I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time,” Michael said, then quickly looked at him with wide eyes, “That’s definitely not me saying our first ‘I love you’, I’m just, like, saying.” Alex laughed, his heart beating wildly in his chest as he nodded. “Thing is, I didn’t realize we’d be a good fit. Or that we’d be too risky and it’d be messy if we broke up. Now… Now I feel stupid for not noticing it before. You literally feel perfect to me, for me. That’s dumb. This is embarrassing. I just wanna kiss you and pretend I’m Robin Hood and do scandalous things like feel you up beneath the table while my boss sits across from us for, like, the rest of my life or whatever.”

“Michael,” Alex laughed, putting his other hand on his other cheek and just holding him in place, “Want me to say something even more embarrassing?”

“Yeah,” Michael said, eyes shining a bit more. He still looked overwhelmed, but it was a bit better.

Alex took a deep breath and looked as serious as he could muster, looking into his eyes.

“Will you be my Valentine?” Alex asked. Michael’s face scrunched up and he laughed, grabbing Alex’s hips and tugging him closer.

“That was disgusting, boyfriend,” Michael said as they stood nose to nose. Alex was giddy with it. He didn’t have to get his hopes up when Michael was already there to meet them.

And maybe Alex had a shot at a future full of it.

“C’mere, boyfriend.”

Alex: something may or may not have transpired

Liz: Oh???

Alex: so, like, that little crush? Very big. Very reciprocated.

Liz: OMG. KNEW IT.

Alex: no you did not

Liz: Michael has literally been giving you heart eyes since before he knew he was queer. I so knew it. Isobel called it first tho

Alex: and you said NOTHING to me???

Liz: As if you’d believe me

Liz: Besides I didn’t know if he knew yet or if he was actually willing to pursue so I wasn’t gonna make it worse

Alex: so rude

Alex: I’m gonna go make out with my boyfriend now and fantasize about being his housewife

Liz: LMAO you could never be a housewife

Alex: no I’d hate it but that’s why it’s staying a fantasy

Liz: HAVE FUN

Alex: absolutely will

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As Above, So Below Ch. 13

Summary: Your average, mundane life as a college student is flipped upside down when the man you thought you knew as your next-door neighbor turns out to be the God of the dead. When Michael lures you down to Hell, everything that you thought you knew about the world is proven wrong.

Word Count: 3666

A/N: This chapter’s a lot happier than the last one! I’m also extremely pleased with how this one turned out. Feedback is always appreciated; leave me a like, reblog or comment if you liked it! My inbox is always open if you want to chat.

Out of all of the bad things that come along with almost dying, the sudden ‘caring’ attitudes of family and friends you hardly know is one of the worst. Since your release from the hospital a couple of days ago, you’ve been inundated with texts and calls from people who you didn’t even know had your phone number. Classmates who haven’t talked to you since the day you graduated high school flood your social media, all saying how “you’re the sweetest person I know” and that “I know we haven’t talked much recently, but…” It’s sickening, how people flock to tragedies just so they can say they’re connected.

However, being on the brink of death does bring visits from your favorite family members whom you haven’t been able to see for extended periods of time, due to one reason or another. There truly is nothing like being critically ill to bring a family back together. Today, you’re lucky to have one of your favorite family members stopping by for a long-overdue visit.

John Henry Moore, your mother’s cousin and one of your most beloved ‘uncles,’ is one of the so-called outcasts of your family. He’s constantly gone on shady business, teaches at a boys’ boarding school in the middle of a desert in California, and supposedly dabbles in the dark occult. He’s elegant, well-spoken, and totally weird; you love him dearly.

“You’re looking well, darling niece.” John Henry says, swinging the porch swing you’re both sitting on. A rare rainstorm has been drenching the city all day, leaving the sky gloomy and the the air smelling sweet.

“You don’t need to lie to me, Uncle John.” You smirk, knowing that you’re as pale as a ghost and still pretty weak.

“I promise you I’m not. Considering you almost died, the mere fact that you’re alive and smiling is incredibly good to see.” John Henry chuckles when a sudden clap of thunder has you jumping slightly, settling his hand on top of yours. “Something troubles you, (Y/N). What is it?”

You look at him in surprise, his intuition just as strong as you’ve always known it to be.

“You’ll think I’m crazy if I tell you.” You say finally, looking him in the eyes. John Henry smiles slightly, raising an eyebrow as if to challenge you.

“Try me.”

“Uncle, do you believe in witches and warlocks? Magic?” He doesn’t look shocked, or incredulous. Instead he grins, turning to face you.

“It appears there’s something I need to tell you, as well.”

From here you tell him the entire story. Your meeting with Michael, how he lured you down to a Hellmouth and brought you to the Underworld. The prophecy about you that had been written thousands of years ago. Learning magic and accepting your fate, as well as your relationship with Michael and the second prophecy that almost got him killed. In return, John Henry tells you his own dirty little secret. He’s a powerful warlock who teaches at a school for warlocks and serves on a secret council that oversees all of the witches and warlocks in the world.

“So you’ve met Hecate, then?” John Henry asks, lips twitching.

“I have. She’s...my friend.”

“A lot to handle, isn’t she?”

“You’ve met her, too?” Your eyes twinkle at knowing that other people have had the joy of meeting Madison.

“Hecate is the mother of magic and witchcraft. As a member of the council, I am in frequent contact with her.” He stands, crossing over to the railing and leaning against it as he looks out at the Murder House. “So, you’re supposed to be the Queen of the Underworld?”

“Apparently.” You smile sheepishly. “I didn’t believe it at first, either, but it’s true. I’ve seen how it works.”

“But a second prophecy makes it impossible for mortals to survive in the Underworld.”

“Even though I’m supposed to rule the Underworld, I also can’t survive there as a mortal. I’ll die down there, but if I’m not down there Satan will use Michael to blur the lines between the living and the dead and start the Apocalypse.”

“Well, it appears you’re facing a true catch-twenty two.” He says dryly, lighting a cigarette with his pyrokinesis.

“Not even Madi-Hecate has been able to find a loophole around these two prophecies. I’m a mortal, and I’ll forever be a mortal. Unless you can find a stray vampire that would be willing to change me?” You joke, attempting to use humor as a coping mechanism.

“No, no nice vampires at least.” John Henry takes a couple of deep drags from his cigarette, holding the smoke in his lungs for as long as possible before releasing it. It’s a very Madison-esque move, and it’s one that has your heart clenching painfully for your second home. “Let me ask you something, (Y/N). Obviously, your reasoning behind wanting to return to the the Underworld lies in the fact that you do not want to inadvertently trigger the Apocalypse, which I understand and am fully behind. But, is there a small part of you that has an ulterior motive?”

“An ulterior motive?” You question, watching as a conspiratorial smile spreads on his face.

“Do you...do you love Hades?”

“I don’t think so?” You say hesitantly. “I like Michael a lot, and I like him romantically, but we had only just started expressing our affection for each other a few days before I got sick.”

John Henry nods half-heartedly, and you can tell he’s thinking. What about, though, you’re not quite sure. Everytime you want to interrupt and ask what’s on his mind, his facial expressions change completely. It’s almost like he’s having a conversation with himself, and it makes him look like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

“I think that I might have an idea.” He says suddenly, causing you to shoot up (well, shoot up as quickly as a person still recovering from sepsis can) off of the swing.

“Really?”

“I need to gather some supplies, but I should be back within a half hour. I’ll meet you back here.” With that he disappears dramatically, off to go and get the aforementioned supplies.

Your uncle is a man of his word, and 35 minutes you’re sitting on the bottom step in the basement of the Murder House while John Henry sets up the supplies he had left to grab.

“So you’re making an altar?” You ask, taking in the different colored cloths that sit on the small table.

“Hecate is very particular when it comes to being summoned. She requires a lot, which really isn’t that surprising. Three cloths: black for the Underworld, red for the middle world, and white for the upper world.” With each color, he picks up the corresponding cloth and spreads it out, placing items on top of each one. “Animal bones go on the black, wine on the red, and a plant on the white.”

“Something dead, something stagnant, and something growing?” You guess. John Henry looks over his shoulder, smiling at you.

“Very good. The three stages of life.”

The candles he’s set up around the altar all light up suddenly when he snaps his fingers, and he holds his hands out with his palms facing the ground. He starts chanting, switching easily between Latin and English whenever the incantation calls for it. When the wind from the Hellmouth reaches the main part of the basement and blows the candles out, the chanting only increases. You hum happily upon smelling the familiar scents of lavender, smoke, and dirt, nose seeing Madison before your eyes do.

“Well, well, well, it’s been an awfully long time since I had a warlock summon me.” Madison’s standing before John Henry, sunglasses perched on her head and black lace dress rustling in the wind. “Why does it not surprise me that the only tolerable warlock I’ve met in ages is associated with you, (Y/N)?”

You stand up, but choose not to pull your friend into a hug when she’s here on official business. John Henry’s head is bowed in respect as Madison relights the candles, an apparent sign for him to look back up.

“John Henry Moore is my uncle.” You explain, smiling when she smirks.

“Hecate, I thank you for choosing to receive my offerings.” He speaks up, causing you both to look at him.

“Why have you summoned me here today?” She asks.

“I think I may have a way for (Y/N) to return to the Underworld without being harmed anymore, at least long enough for Satan to be defeated.”

“How?” Madison’s intrigued, and you are too.

“The Seven Wonders. If (Y/N) truly does possess both light and night magic, then it should be a given that she’ll pass the Seven Wonders. You’ll still be mortal, but there will be a part of you that is the Supreme. You’ll be able to stay in the Underworld for a longer amount of time before the effects start to reach your mortal being, and thus, you’ll be able to defeat Satan.” Madison looks surprised at this suggestion, but you bite your lip in worry.

“Uncle, are you sure I’m strong enough? I can barely walk without getting winded, and not to mention that I couldn’t do any sort of magic when I attempted it in the hospital.”

“You were on so many drugs in the hospital, it doesn’t surprise me that your magic was repressed. The more Wonders you complete, the more vitality you experience. Think of it as levelling up. Each time you are successful, you’re healed in some way. The Supreme is meant to be the picture of a strong witch, and your magic won’t allow you to be so ill.” You’re more than shocked when Madison defends John Henry’s’ suggestion.

“What happens if I fail?”

“You won’t. I know you won’t.” Madison and John Henry both stare at you as you consider what you’re about to do.

Six of the Seven Wonders don’t scare you at all; if you fail, everyone will just find a different way to stop the Apocalypse. If you fail at descensum, however, that’s it. Game over. You’ve seen the consequences of failing that wonder, and it terrifies you to think about what being stuck in your personal hell for all eternity would be like. But if you do pass, like Madison believes you will, it would mean gaining immense amounts of power that would help you to defeat Satan and stop the end of the world before it even starts. Not only that, but you would be guaranteed to at least see Michael one more time in your life.

“I’ll do it.” You say finally, nodding your head decisively.

“We shall conduct your tests at the Hawthorne School, where I teach. We’re more prepared with magical supplies there than the basement that sits over a Hellmouth.” John Henry notes, wrinkling his nose in distaste. He holds out his arm for you to take, but Madison grabs you before you can even begin to reach for your uncle.

“We’ll meet you there, thanks.” She snaps. You nod, letting him know that you’ll be more than okay with Madison. Although he’s obviously displeased, John Henry still bows towards Madison before transmuting away. “Thank the gods, I thought he’d never leave.”

“Why don’t you like warlocks?” You ask with a smirk.

“Never have. The majority of them are misogynistic assholes who believe witches are below them, even though a goddess herself gifted them their powers.” She snorts, rolling her eyes. “Biggest mistake I ever made.”

“Let’s go, before my uncle comes back and you hex him or something.” You grab Madison’s hand, feeling the familiar tugging sensation that comes with transmuting.

When you both land, you’re standing in the library of the underground school that you’ve only ever seen pictures of before. Madison walks like she owns the place (which she does, if you’re getting technical), and you’re relieved that there’s no other warlocks around to annoy her. You stand still, cracking your knuckles nervously. You don’t know why you’re so nervous; everybody that’s closest to you has absolute faith in you and your magical abilities. But you don’t have that same faith in yourself. John Henry can sense your obvious nerves, and approaches you before taking your hands.

“My dear, darling niece, there is nothing to be frightened of. The magic that you possess...it’s not once-in-a-lifetime, it’s one of a kind. I was willfully ignorant, in that I chose to ignore your power and not tell your parents. I just didn’t want you to go through the same cruelty that I dealt with from our family growing up. You can do this, (Y/N). I know you can.” You smile, letting yourself be pulled into a hug.

“Thank you, Uncle John.”

“It’s time.” Madison interrupts.

You walk to the table that Madison stands behind, where an unlit candlestick stands. She looks at you, not as a friend, but as your superior. You can see now why so many people are afraid of her, because now you’re a little scared of her, too.

“The first wonder that we will be attempting today is telekinesis. (Y/N), please move the candlestick.”

You take a deep breath before staring intently at the object that sits mere feet ahead of you. Suddenly, you hear Michael’s voice in your head, so clear that it sounds like he’s right next to you: “channel that feeling, and use it.” You grin when the candlestick glides into your hand easily, picking it up triumphantly.

“Good. Now, light it.” This comes just as easily as the telekinesis, and a small flame pops onto the wick. John Henry laughs at your excitement, and even Madison has to fight back a smile.

“Told you you could do it.” John Henry gloats. “Now calm it down, levitation isn’t one of the Seven Wonders.”

You’re momentarily confused until you notice that the table itself is floating in the air. It drops back down with a crash, and you grimace.

“Sorry.” You mutter, a little shocked that there’s no holes in the floor.

“It’s fine, it happens.” Madison smirks, strutting out from behind the table to stand next to John Henry. “Your next Wonder will be concilium.”

Your smile falters as you recall what concilium is.

“Mind control? I’ve never even attempted this before.”

“The core of each Wonder lies in what you were taught for your first two. It’s all about intention. Intend to control one of us.” John Henry instructs.

You think, trying to decide on something that neither one of them would do. You want to control your uncle, but he seems too obvious a target. Besides, who can say that they controlled the Goddess of Witchcraft herself? You look Madison in her eyes, silently commanding her to do what you want. To your delight, she starts doing jumping jacks, which is exactly what you had wanted her to do. She rolls her eyes and groans, but still can’t stop.

“Really, (Y/N)? I hate exercising!” She whines. You giggle, John Henry snickering next to her before you break the connection and look away.

“I’m sorry, I had to do it.” You say innocently. Madison sighs, smoothing out her now-mussed hair and pulling her dress back to where it’s supposed to be.

“This next task will be the last of the evening,” She gets right down to business, and the serious tone has you dreading what comes next. “Due to the fact that you must complete it before sunrise. Complete it successfully, and we shall take a break before reconvening in the late afternoon. Failure will result in stoppage of the tests and, unfortunately...death.”

“This can’t be the last Wonder?” Your voice shakes with fear.

“This is the order that the Wonders are traditionally performed in. We cannot change them around, I’m sorry.” You nod, clenching your jaw.

“Alright, then.” Laying down on the floor, you sigh deeply.

“Do you remember the incantation?” John Henry stares down at you, worry in his eyes.

“Yes, I do.”

“Once you descend, your time will begin. You have until sunrise.” Madison says in a tone that lets you know she’s not enjoying this anymore than you are. Breathing deeply, you start to recite the incantation you had learned from one of the many books the Underworld’s library offered to you.

“Spiritu duce, in me est. Deduc me in tenebris vita ad extremum, ut salutaret inferi. Descensum.” Your eyesight darkens as your soul leaves your physical body and you descend into Hell.

When your eyes open again, you’re in a room that’s starkly white, momentarily confusing you; aren’t you supposed to be unaware of the fact that you’re in Hell? Furthermore, shouldn’t you be living out your worst fears? If you had more time, you would try to figure out why this is so different for you, but you decide to use your soul being in Hell to your advantage. The door opens easily, and you smile at the familiar black hallway that contains the personal Hells of so many. The small light at the end lets you know which way to go, which you do gladly.

The castle looks just the same as you remember it to be, but you don’t stop to admire the paintings this time. Instead you run towards where you hope Michael will be, almost desperate to find him. If they’re confused or shocked, the guards of the throne room certainly don’t show it. They barely glance your way before opening the doors for you, allowing you to slip in. Sure enough, Michael’s sitting slouched in his throne, a glass of what you’re assuming to be absinthe, due to the green color, in his hand. He looks disheveled, which is entirely unlike him.

“Michael!” You yell out, making his once-closed eyes open. Although he’s annoyed at first, shock crosses his face when he sees you.

“I’m finally going crazy.” He mutters, knocking the rest of his drink back before rubbing his eyes.

“No, it’s me, Michael. I’m here.” You reassure, watching him stumble to his feet before crossing the room to get to you.

“But how? You...you’ll die down here. You need to go.” He reaches a hand out to touch your face, but it goes right through your form. “You’re not actually here.”

“I descended.” You say proudly.

“Like ‘descensum’ descending?” You nod. “Are you taking the test of the Seven Wonders?”

You feel a little bad for Michael, who looks like he’s on the verge of a mental breakdown right now.

“Yes, but there’s a reason behind it! My uncle summoned Madison to help us with these tests because they both believe that, with my combination of light and night magic, I can pass the Seven Wonders and become the ‘Supreme.’ This would allow me to return here long enough to defeat Satan, since there would be a part of me that is powerful. It’d take longer for the Underworld to reach my mortal soul.” Michael’s silent, and you worry that he’s going to be upset with you. Instead, a slow grin starts to spread on his face.

“You are absolutely incredible, (Y/N). You’ve completed the three Wonders previous to descensum, then?”

“I did!”

“And you descended like it was nothing. Did you even have a hell?”

“No, I was just in a white room. I was fully aware of where I was the whole time, too, which is weird because you told me that people didn’t realize they were in Hell.”

“That’s my girl.” Your heart swells at the endearing compliment he gives you, and you blush. “I wish I could touch you.”

“I wish you could too, Michael. I’ll be back though, I promise.”

“I know you will. Even if the last time we get to see each other is when we’re fighting my father, at least we’ll get to be together.” He smiles sadly, his hand twitching as his body goes to touch you before his mind can remind him that it’s just your soul that’s here. “You should probably be returning to your body now. You know how time passes differently.”

“I don’t want to leave you.” You sigh, frowning at his reminder.

“Remember what you said, though. You’ll be back.” Michael steps back, taking one last look at you before nodding. “It’s time to go now, (Y/N). I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon.” You think about returning to your body, your vision slowly disappearing like it did when you were descending down to the Underworld.

You sit up with a loud gasp, clutching at your chest while you try to get some air. Madison and John Henry both look up from where they’re sitting, both rushing towards you now that you’re back in your body.

“You did it. I knew you could do it.” John Henry pulls you into his arms, hugging you tightly.

“What was your hell like?” Madison asks. By her expression change, she definitely wasn’t expecting you to smile upon recalling it.

“I didn’t have one. I woke up in a white room and knew where I was the whole time. I decided to leave and I found Michael.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, he...he told me how much he misses me, and that he knows I’m going to pass the rest of the tests.”

“You’re amazing.”

Although Madison said that you would be extremely drained after returning to your physical body, you feel more invigorated than ever. You want to test the rest of the Wonders out, but neither her nor John Henry will allow you too. Instead, you find yourself in one of the spare bedrooms, trying to sleep in order to please the two who are overseeing your tests. Sleep eludes you, though, and you don’t mind one bit. Sleeplessness is a million times better than sleeping if it means you can relive your recent encounter with Michael over and over again.

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keepingupwithfundies · 6 years

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Bringing Up Bates Season 7 Episode 14: Beach Blanket Bachelorette

It the Bates 100th Episode and they are excited to show us behind the scenes extras as well as Tori’s Bachelorette and Bobby moving out of the camper.

it is also over an hour long. brace yourselves

-T

It’s Fall Break, the perfect time for a Bachelorette party on the beach on the Gulf. All of the sisters are there, including Michael & Alyssa. Whitney couldn’t make it but Carson could, the only boy on the trip.

They arrive at the little beach house Kelly found, it is cute and has a bunch of bedrooms and a little gathering area and a pool. Kelly assigns rooms as they freshen up and head to the marina for a boat ride. They take a tour of the Bay and head towards the ocean. Callie is on the look out for dolphins. On the boat, Kelly, Alyssa and Erin are planning Tori’s wedding. Kelly says they want to do sand instead of candles, which Erin says doesn't fit with the theme. They call Tori over, and she says she will think about it. Tori is tired from driving and just wanted to relax and not talk about the wedding but she is glad they were enjoying it. Allie Jane spots a blue heron and we get the first dolphin spotting. They’re so excited and to watch them. They all yell as the pod of dolphins swims and jumps up for air. A song plays over a montage of the Bates taking in the wildlife and enjoying their boat ride. They stop at sandbar to get off and walk around. Carson and Erin go walk around in the water while the others watch. Erin says she couldn’t leave Carson behind, they do everything together and so he was the only boy on the trip. “He loved it,” she concludes. More girls go walk around as well. Tori says she really enjoyed the boat ride and is looking forward to the rest of the week.

At the commercial, the executive producer talks with GIl and Kelly about how they work together well, a great network, an amazing, entertaining family and a talented crew. He introduces the crew, one gets a shout out for bringing them donuts and another, the new guy, is “single and available” Kelly proclaims. The Bates all laugh and Gil says they are incurable matchmakers.

At the beach house, it is time to walk to the beach. Carson pulls a wagon of beach toys and is so cute. Michael was so happy to be on the beach with her sisters since she hadn’t been able to go since her wedding. There are jelly fish on the beach, Tori warns not to step on them but it turns out to be dead. They get bigger closer to the ocean, and the Bates are worried about getting in because of the jellys. Michael says they’re neat and gets a good look of one.

They sit on a blanket and Kelly asks if Tori has thought about how soon this is. Tori says she wishes it was sooner. Kelly asks for marriage advice from the sisters. Alyssa: It’s survival of the fittest. There is no advice. Do your best to survive. Erin: I think you will be shocked. You’ve been living in a room with your sisters for 20 years. It’s great, it’s like college life all your life. But then you move in with your husband. It’s so quiet. It’s a big change. In Talking Heads, Michael says Tori has the same worries every girl goes through, Erin says she destroyed a lot of meals, Chad says it wasn’t that bad but Erin says she once made chicken so hard it was like cardboard. Michael says it is like a roller coaster. Tori tells them about the apartment they found- 900sq ft, two bedroom. Michael says a little place is fun when you first get married. Bobby will move in while they’re on the trip. Michael says this brings back sweet memories of the beginning of her marriage. Kelly jokes they’ll have a party when she gets back from the honeymoon at her apartment.

In TN, Bobby arrives at the big house to recruit some boys to help him move. They head over to the camper first to pack everything up. Warden says Bobby was excited to be moving from the camper to an apartment. They start helping him move stuff out of the camper. Judson says he has a lot of stuff. They arrive at the apartment, which Bobby says they liked the location, in the middle of everything. The guys remark how much bigger it is than the camper as they look around. Gil says when they first got married they could fit everything they owned in one closet. Bobby jokes that it’ll be just him and the boys until he gets married. They carry the table in that Meema gave them. The apartment is on the second level so it isn’t super easy for Judson to help.

Back at the beach, the girls are in a cute little shop where you can paint sand dollars. They put painting skirts on and Tori doesn’t want to paint one. Callie calls her a party pooper, but Tori says she isn’t an artistic person and nothing she makes comes together. Tori and Katie sit on their phones on the coach while the others paint. Michael says she loves holding Carson- “I’m not supposed to have favorites but he likes to be held!” Alyssa finishes painting and talks to Tori about registering which Tori hasn’t done yet and what to register for- Alyssa recommends brooms and dustpans and mops. Tori says she needs to figure out kitchen stuff. Kelly says art is not her talent, Josie paints a hippie van on the beach. Kelly says it gets competitive. The shop owner seals and glitters them and adds ribbons so they are christmas tree ornaments. They go get ice cream. The Bates are excited about all the kinds and try a bunch of them. They pick their kinds. Kelly reminds us that Katie is an ice cream fiend. Katie jokes she’ll name her kid ice cream so that she knows she’ll always love them. Alyssa suggests naming her kids ice cream flavors. Katie thinks that is an excellent idea. Kelly then delegates duties for getting ready for dinner. Allie Jane doesn’t want to leave the ice cream place, and who can blame her?

Back at the 100th Episode Party, the producer talks about how long ago the first episode was and shows them pictures of them at the first episode. They show the the pictures- Lawson doesn’t look super different to me but Carlin does look quite a bit older. They show Jackson and Zach theirs- Jackson was so little and Zach has lost a fair amount of weight since their. Jeb and Callie are next- they were particularly small in these first pictures. Warden and Katie are next- Katie acts embarrassed and warden is missing a tooth in the old picture.

The guys are going go kart racing with Bobby and Kelton back in TN. These karts go over 50 miles an hour. They go over the rules- no contact and the time is based on laps. They give them a “fireproof hat” and a helmet. They get into their carts and put onto the track and once you hit the track you start moving. They are fast as they wind through the track. Lawson and Nathan, of course get in trouble on the track with Lawson trying to pass him and Nathan not letting him.

At the 100th episode party, Erin (still pregnant) has them play the mummy game- Carlin wraps Tori, Zach wraps Lawson and Addee wrapping Callie.

Back at the gokarts, Lawson hits Nathan into the wall. They all stop and there are sparks and the smell of burned rubber. Lawson denies hitting him and says Nathan caused it. They damage the karts and Nathan gets a new one as they keep going. They conclude racing and it is time for the lap results. Lawson comes in third, Bobby gets 2nd and Kelton gets first. Somehow they decide this is because he is a plumber who drives quickly to service calls. They discuss what the Bachelor Party will be- Nathan wants it dangerous but Kelton wants it to be fun. Kelton suggests an escape room and some flag football. Gil and Bobby approve. Kelton can’t believe he is getting married.

At the 100 episode party, they blow out candles on the cake and have noisemakers and then show pictures of all the siblings.

Back in Florida, it is time for Tori to get a few little gifts. Alyssa gives her a bag, she gets some bath stuff, a straightener for her hair and a hair dryer, and a basket of toiletries. Tori says it was so sweet and she is terrible being the center of attention. Erin has them adding a line of the story and passing it around and each person adding on after only reading one line of the story. It is a story- half accurate about Tori and Bobby and half silly about his feet and nostril from the younger ones. Michael is excited to all eat dinner together. The sister say they will miss having Tori around all the time. Carlin says it was so fun to all get together because it doesn’t happen all the time and they will treasure the memories.

Now we have interviews. The producer [hereafter referred to as P] asks what were their concerns about the show? Gil says How it would impact their family but it was worth a try. P says their honesty comes across, did you reach a peace and say if we’re gonna be real we need to be as real as possible? Kelly says the crew makes it easy, you feel comfortable around them and encourages them and it is easy to share in that atmosphere. P reads some viewer comments about how they encourage someone who lost their mom and watches their show for a smile. Gil says its all about encouraging somebody, he can’t imagine what that would be like. P mentions another that it is all good clean fun. Kelly says that is why they decided to film with Up because they’re family oriented. Gil says it has been a great experience and they are so grateful for those who take time to encourage them.

P then speaks to the married couples- Erin & Chad, Zach & Whit and Tori & Bobby. P: who are these new people? Zach: this is my sister Tori. Tori: I KNEW he was gonna do that! P: what is it like for the spouses to be exposed to this? Chad: I always admired the Bates and their enthusiasm and he’s had a lot of fun doing it. P: What’s it like having the birth episodes available to watch when you want? Erin: I cry everytime, and I relieve that, and a lot of people don’t have the privilege to have and for the kids to have. Zach: and those moments are captured perfectly. Whitney: We get a lot of opportunities and we are so grateful. P: There are 3 episodes left- Papa Bill’s thanksgiving and the wedding are included in those. Tell us about those? Bobby: everyone is looking forward to the wedding but what is so crazy is getting to see everything going into it along the way and then getting to see God bring it all together in the last moment. Tori says I’m going to see what went wrong that she didn’t know that happened and thanking people for all they did. P: Elijah was the winner of that- he was completely covered in white paint. Bobby: the unsung heroes will be sung.

Finally, he talks to Josie, Carlin, Lawson, and Katie. P says these are the oldest who are yet to be married who are in the United States. P: what’s it like starting out in these relationships that are filmed? Carlin: when we started out, we wanted to make sure everyone was on board. And it is nice having it saved to potentially show future kids. P: Katie, do you watch the episodes? Katie: No. Josie: it makes us self conscious so a lot of us don’t watch very often. P: What’s a favorite moment? Katie: all the ice cream shops I get to visit. That’s the best part for me. Carlin: any episode with Evan. Lawson: You’ve gotta say that, he’s watching. P: reads a couple of comments from viewers- “Nathan’s birthday party touched my heart. I’m praying for something special for him (and Lawson too). Also praying for the boys. I just hope we won’t have to wait until Jeb to see one of the boys get married.” P: ask me a question. Carlin: who is your favorite Bates? P: that would be like Katie picking her favorite flavor of ice cream. P: Can you imagine your life in another 100 episodes? Lawson: it’s up to the viewers- we’re up for it! P: The Bates would thank the fans and we look forward to the 200th episode in the future!

#recap #BuB season 7

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katyavendel · 4 years

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I let go of my lucky bird

now I’m the one dancing

Singing

Flying

I know my worth

And its a zero gravity zone

Straight to the cosmos

Sending comets left and right

But I’m just smiling

I believe in no gravity

One, two

Lift off

I’m drawing time in the dust, in the sand

I’m Salvador Dali

Tie up my eyes

Hold my wings

And let me go

Draw me like a Michael Angelou

Sistine Chapel

Make me a masterpiece

I’m letting go

As Craig David says

I’m walking away.

Everyday’s a new day

I know michiavelli’s a little tense

Lol he could use a glass of wine and. A quick fuck

Maybe learn a thing or two from Rasputin.

He had his fuck’s and his nose up the Tsar’s business

Who knows maybe if we didn’t go to WW1 we’d still be a monarchy

Look, I’m just smiling

Just smiling

Learning how to operate in the zero gravity of my mind

No worries

Baby don’t worry , he said,

He lit up a zoot

And played me some Bob Marley

Smooth talking’ masterpiece

But all I wanna do is have a good time

I know Rousseau’s a bit psychotic

And Hobbes is a bit dark

But Locke’s alright

Hence why the playwrights copied him

Which playwrights?

Well, the constitution of the United States of course,

Didn’t Shakespeare say all of life’s a play

And we’re merely players and actors staring in different parts

In our own lives and others

And by the things that are occurring, it really does feel like a screen play

I mean, life, the constitution,

And the way things are occurring

In the world, of course

Read the UN’s sustainable development goals

And the Declaration of Human Rights

And then read you some Pride and Prejudice

And see, we’re not so different you see.

If music be the food of love, then play on , isn’t that

Hamlet

Lol, Romeo and Juliet, the Twelfth Night,

Trying to star in my own plays, playing Jane Eyre

And learning Chekov, but what’s the point.

No conspiracy theories

Take me to a cave, a cenote in Mexico, and let’s go swimming baby

Mexian Sky, send me the lyrics

Let’s dance them out loud.

Just plain sanity

Well, they do say Einstein was a little crazy.

Well yes, philosophy

Philosophizing on Locke, Hobbes, the Buddha, and whoever else comes to mind

Don’t tell me about Gandhi, mother teresa, nelson Mandela, and the way the changed the apartheid

Don’t tell me about the way he got through those 29 years

Tell me about your own Valley of the Shadw of Death, and how you got through it.

Don’t tell me about the theoritical equations of quantum physics and mechanics,

I know every theorem on quantum mechanics and the double slit experiemnt

I wanna know about the theorum’s in your mind

The equations you keep solving in your head about your next move

Please don’t tell about how Putin still poses anti’ gay rights

Tell me why it moves you.

Don’t tell me about the job you have

Tell me why you haven’t left

Tell have you ever let go

Have you ever danced underneath a sunrise

Or swam in an ocean at midnight

I have,

These things, it changes you

Have you ever wondered how small you are

And the peek of a summit

Or at the bottom of a valley,

I have.

Makes you realize we’re just a speck in the universe

I’m not a fan of Eastern philosophy

But it does have some sense

Believe in the tao

And just being still

Tell me about the occurrences of your own heart

Your own mount Everests you’ve conquered

Tell me about what brings your soul to life

Have you ever been so ecstatically happy, so ridulously joyous against all odds,

That you felt your heart was gonna burst right out your chest, tell me what that felt like

Did you ever point at a map, a single location, a random destination and just went spontaneously

No matter what.

I have, it changes you.

Have you ever integrated in a culture that’s not your own.

I have, and it changes you.

Have you ever travelled somewhere, just for a good cause, with people you don’t even know,

I have.

And it changes you.

Have you ever stared at the sky and wondered how these clouds

Have been here for millennia’s, I have, and it changes you.

Have you ever worked your butt off to become the best in your field,

I have, and it changes you.

You know Rumi said live as though the whole world’s rigged in your favour

Jesus said if you pray in my name and believe it shall be done for you

Do you believe? In the Lion of Judah.

That’s there’s better in store, a new day coming.

Ah, I know, you’re not into all this drama or philosophy,

You’re not into contemplation, or the purpose of life.

You’re not mundane, but you’re practical, one foot in, one out. All right, lets play a game.

Guaranteed I’ll beat you at chess.

How about Tony Robbins, or Zuckerberg, or your idol, Steve Jobs,

Well he woke up each day as if it’s his last, if that isn’t mindset, then I don’t know what is.

How about your programming, tell what is the wire, the neurocircuits that fire the electrons in your body.

Tell me how your neurons function. What is it that keeps you living, breathing, functioning, and moving forward.

Do you believe in a higher power, that maybe there’s more.

Oh, you believe in Elon Musk, well then baby boy, he’s still a hustler.

It’s mindset baby.

How’s your game?

Stop throwing all your bluff

And blow job techniques and rituals of seduction

Stop telling about how you got this girl or that in bed

Tell me, have you ever made love? So passionately, you thought your life had changed.

Was it real, or was it just a fling. Did you ever wake up to the gaze of a lover and know your whole world had just been made still. that

Somehow you’ve been given a taste of ecstasy , Heaven on Earth.

Of course, not.

Stop talking all your bluff, and why it won’t work. Tell me why it will.

Tell me how hard you’ll hustle to achieve this dream against all odds.

I’m so sick of you telling me about limitation and society’s perception.

i just want you to live.

And If you’re not in it, to live. But exist. Then baby, we’re on different lanes.

I’m here to live against all odds.

And live so bravely and fearlessly, that when death comes, it trembles to take me.

Courageously and passionately,

But I’m not a hopeless romantic, and I’d never allow myself to be that way,

But I love life against all odds.

Can you?

Let’s go to a museum, lets look at Da Vinci

Let’s go to the Colosseum, let’s visit the Louvre again, how about Nigara falls, take me to a new cafe,

Lets explore, actually, take me to that little cafeteria by the beach, the one that lights up candles at night,

And has shitty seats, let’s get dirty and go swimming.

Throw some mud on my face.

Take yourself less seriously.

Let’s have a laugh.

And when we’re looking at Da Vinci somewhere in the National Gallery in London

let’s go crazy and tell me you can’t keep your hands off me

That it turns you on the way I look at those paintings

And you can’t wait to get me in bed.

lol baby can we have some fun.

I want my life to be a masterpiece

A masterpiece painting

I want to see the way you raise my kids

The way you look at them in the morning and tell them you love them

The way you play ball with our little man and the way you kiss our little girl on her way to school

The way you teach them how to skate

And how to love life

How you teach them how to ski

And how to go bunjee jumping

How their first sky dive was with their mum and dad

And how the first time they learned how to ride a bike was on our porch yard

I wanna see our little boy run around with a skate board

And never get into bad crowds even though he’s always at the skatepark

Cause he knows he can be honest with us

I want our little girl to have a strong side and know how to fight

And know how to weep beautifully without being judged

I want our kids to know how to be authentic

And never feel like they have to hide or compromise anything about themselves

I want them to be leaders in their high schools and the kids everyone looks up to

I want them to be super intellectual and beautiful

And have the world at their feet

I want them to be sensational

And know how to inhabit their body and

Be real.

Baby let’s have a date night

And run barefoot in the middle of the road like we did when we were 18

Lets have a Notebook moment and dance underneath the street lights

But we’re married now, and nothing’s gonna stop us from still living audaciously.

Lets have a Pirates of the Caribbean moment and live like explorers,

And shake the world, and live like tourists on. A borrowed earth on borrowed time

Because we’re all just visitors for a time being on this planet,

Let’s win the jackpot, the lotto, let’s reach the high score, if life’s nothing but a game,

Then baby, I’m competitive and I wanna reach the high score, the high life, the high love,

I don’t wanna wait till I’m 80 to know the worth of life and what really matters.

I wanna die, close my eyes, and know that I’ve really lived.

And I beg God, not to take me till I’ve lived and fulfilled my purpose on Earth.

And if you’re gonna share a life with me, then baby you better live.

Lets kiss while at war, in the middle of battle, because we’re warriors on the inside

Let’s have tattoos and weird cuts and be sexy parents

Let’s wake up at 4am and go for a run

Let’s work out insanely and eat healthily but have insane pasta cheat meals

Lets love on life, lets make love to life.

Let’s be audacious against all odds,

And live like warriors,

And be like titans in our business fields,

In our careers, lets be the best of the best.

baby, Let’s have a Tolstoy moment and be intimate in the middle a war zone

In the middle of an economic breakdown, lets learn to relax and invest,

And lets be the bomb at crypto currencies because that’s the future

Lets learn AI and know about Elon Musk and visit Sillicon Valley.

Lets get weed in Jamaica and chill with the Rastas

Lets meet all the Hindus and Buddhas and chill in in their temples,

And get these weird roses and say thank you.

Lets’ camp on Mount Everest.

And have our own helicopter.

Lets sleep in the forest, and wrestle the lions with love.

Lets see the truth of this earth.

Let’s learn to relax even in the midst of chaos

Let’s learn to dance in the rain

When was the last time you made out under the rain?

Let’s go.

Let’s learn to forgive and love out loud.

Let’s climb Kilimanjaro , and maybe go to the Batu Caves again, where a monkey stole my ice - cream the last time that I went.

Let’s learn about ancient rituals, the rural parts of Eastern France, lets go to the African war zones, poverty stricken villages in Nigeria, lets see

How they live, and how they praise the Lord.

I want to praise like an African.

Because you see, it’s just a dance for the Lord.

But I want to praise Earth like the Shamans and Native Americans.

Live like a child, learn like an intellectual

Blaze trails like a prodigy

Work like a hustler

Live like a lover

Pray like a saint

Love like a warrior

Dress like a queen

Think like I’m Plato

And love like I’m an aphrodisiac

I want to pray like a saint

And love like a lover

I want to play like a child

And work like a hustler

I want to praise like a queen

And dance like every dance is my last

The first time in the Colosseum, I wondered how tough it oughta be to live here, living like a tourist, buying souvenirs, yet a couple centuries ago,

This was the ground for massacre

Gladiators and chariots

and massacres

lions fighting back and forth

The human race always had a knack for violence

Yet we’ve always been suckers for true love

Even, Caesar himself couldn’t help himself, brought, Cleopatra to Rome against all odds,

Just to be massacred by his own men for bringing a woman like her.

They say Nefertiti was more beautiful.

But that’s not the point.

The Hunger Games, live.

On a battle ground.

And what about the Roman inquisition.

Death for the cross, did you know it was chaos.

Or how they cut of Marie Antoinette’s and Louis XVI’s head.

Or how they massacred the Romanov’s in Yekaterinburg

Or King Henry VIII’s wives.

how they suffered the fate of just being women

Or how the Latinos suffered under the arm of dictatorship and the invasion of foreign policy

How the Americans invaded their land

Did you know all of the modern foreign policy tore up the Middle East starting from the Iraq war in 1991

To Saddam Hussein’s death and 9/11

The foreign policy for gold and ivory

that places like Timbuktu could turn into ruins

Look, I’m not insane

I’m just saying, shit happens

But like Richard Branson, we should sail on the waves

Cross Guinness records, own our own private islands

And enjoy life while we can

Just live out loud you know,

Shit happens, but you can’t control it

You can control nothing but your own emotions, and actions, and heads

And as Bukowski said, you can only change one life at a time, all else is grandiose romanticism or politics

Or how the English cut off the heads of slaves

How the Europeans divided Africa like a cake.

How the Belgians, cut up Congo for Ivory in half.

All that’s nice, but now what?

Now you live.

You live against all odds.

And you live life so bravely, so audaciously

That life trembles to take you.

I’ll leave you with a poem and short story.

Firstly, read All The Way by Charles Bukowski, it will change your life .

Secondly, Google, Nero’s 100 Gladiators, and see how the 40 stood up for Jesus, and how the one ran to them,

And see these stories of courage and bravery and be inspired.

Because as the wild saying goes, “Here’s to the misfits and the crazy ones” - Rob Siltanen.

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