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vicea · 3 years

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it's that time of the day again, thinking anon's daily dream and friends' love posthing hours!!!

no thoughts, just sapnap and dream's dynamic... to think all this started because baby sap and dream got teamed up for a game on a minecraft server. they've known each other for almost a decade, they've seen each other through everything. relationships, school, youtube, you name it, they were there for the other. sapnap saying he'll go wherever dream goes before he even made a name for himself on youtube with no doubt that his best friend would succeed. dream constantly raving about how talented sapnap is at minecraft and calling him brother at any milestone. dream saying that he thinks him and sapnap are platonic soulmates and them moving in together. them having designated days for this specific food and sapnap meeting dream's mom and her loving him as if he was her own son. drista liking sapnap and teases him like she would dream. sapnap talking to dream about their future and him being uncle nick to his kids and the fact that he thought of the future and seeing himself still at dream's side makes my heart warm :( there is no doubt in my head that they're brothers for life.

- thinking anon

lets fucking go dreamnap my beloved, oh my GOD how i adore these best friends with my entire fucking heart like lord their interactions together make me so happy because yes, they are the pinnacle of childhood ride-or-die best friends

dream just entering sapnap’s room and sitting criss-cross on his floor just to accompany him and talk to him just exudes their brother energy. sapnap wanting to eat with dream on their burger day will always get to me like... I think it’s really fucking sweet when people wait for their loved ones to sit down and eat with them. like that’s how much you love their company- when you want to share such a simple every day task with them... that’s so fucking wholesome 🥺 and when dream and sapnap watched boxing together and dream sending a text message to him to remind him... i love them so much gosh

i also remember super fondly when sapnap was playing valorant on his alt stream, dream came in and then sapnap started showing off his gun skin collection. and then he was like “look this one is an axe, like a minecraft axe, you’d like that right?” and then he let dream pick out the skins for guns and IDK that moment itself also just POURS brother energy and makes me so fond of them...

sapnap did his best to gain patches’ love and trust by leaving his door open so she can enter his room whenever, by feeding her despite her more or less complicated meal, how he always boasts about patches. and remember when sapnap was with karl for a week and he was like “i can’t wait to go home” (x) home being dream and patches. i just... it got me punching the fucking air in the best way possible. and connected to how you mentioned sapnap will become uncle nick to dream’s kids... they truly are a family already :’)

moreover, i remember they made these smoothies/sandwiches once over video call when they were younger and i was like aw, that’s sweet. but then - here’s the tear-jerker - them making mayo together present day with dream’s mom and dream sounding so fond about the whole thing and what he learned with sapnap like 🥺 (also pls supply us food pictures with your taco tuesdays and your burger days they sound so good)

i will never not wipe a tear whenever i’m reminded that sapnap said he’ll follow wherever dream goes. he trusts him so fucking much and respects him too and it’s mutual!! like dream is 100% so proud of sapnap and respects him just as much for everything he’s done (not just for his minecraft skills but for bringing home bank from the mrbeast event and the pokemon thing with karl) oh god and this (x) has happened more than once too. i love it when dream compliments sapnap it’s so sweet <3 and whenever sapnap is like “only dream is cool” or like “dream is so smart” (sapnap is dream’s number 1 hypeman you cannot convince me otherwise) like best friends supporting and praising each other you love to fucking see it !!

and sapnap takes every mf chance to promote roadtrip, like mans sings that song like it’s his fucking anthem and you know what?? it probably is at this point (rightfully so). he never fails to sing it at least once every stream (probably an exaggeration but tbh i feel like he actually has) and god i love him so much for that he supports dream so much at every given moment and unabashedly loves that song. i cannot wait for him to start singing mask.

oh my god i will never ever forget how sapnap and dream POPPED THE FUCK OFF in sky battle in their MCC11 together. like holy smokes their synergy in PvP is so unrivaled, dream also mentions how in sync they are. like dream’s health was low once and he asked for a heal (all of this was in a pressure situation with the barriers closing in and in the middle of a battle) and apparently sapnap immediately reacted and splashed him with an instant health pot.

oh and in their manhunts, their battles are so intense... like sheesh the lava fight and the joust fight is truly Iconic !! dreamnap pvp battles are always so epic

some more brainrot: sapnap has seen the car dream mentions in roadtrip. sapnap has seen the warehouse for dream’s merch, also has every dream hoodie. sapnap also changed his own merch line over to dream as well. and sapnap has a miniature dream (dream’s youtooz i’m assuming) in the background (x).

in conclusion, dream and sapnap’s friendship is literally unrivaled, i love them to fucking death

#dreamwastaken #sapnap #dreamnap #best friends #long post #rambles #vi's asks #the amount of times i felt a warm fondness making this... <3 #thinking anon #bless your soul for enabling the brainrot #(their dream smp characters’ current friendship literally does zero justice to their actual friendship but that’s another story)#oh my god this is so long ?????????

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years

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not a rebound ~ yungblud

word count: 1302

request?: no

description: after a heartbreaking break up, dom’s friend colson decides to hook him up with a friend

pairing: yungblud x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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no hate towards halsey, i actually absolutely adore her, but she’s just the ex-girlfriend in this imagine so there’s some instances of dom and colson saying not very nice things about her. i also don’t know the details of their breakup so i’m making it up for the sake of the imagine.

“Come on, man, you can’t keep moping over some bitch that broke up with you. You gotta move on from her.”

Dom looked up at Colson from his position on the studio couch. "How can you say that about her when you fucked around with her, too?”

“I got my anger out through a song, and that’s what you have to do,” Colson told him. “Now get your ass up, we’re going to write something fucking amazing and blow everyone away.”

Dom put his head in his hands and sighed heavily. It was easy for Colson to say, his fling with Ashley was very short lived, and eventually they ended up being friends again. Dom and Ashley had something real, he was sure he was in love with her. Then, out of nowhere, she broke up with him, claiming their relationship just wasn’t working out and she wanted to be by herself. Not even two weeks later, she was pictured out with another guy, and it was recently confirmed that they were together.

Ever since, Dom had just felt so heartbroken and down. He didn’t even want to make any music, although all his friends, especially Colson, were trying to get into the studio with him. Finally, feeling fed up with Dom’s sadness, Colson picked him up and dragged him to the studio to try and get his mind off the breakup, which currently was not working.

When Dom didn’t move, Colson sighed. He shook his head and sat himself down, deciding to start on the song without Dom. The two sat in prolonged silence as Colson wrote some notes down, humming them out and figuring out the songs every now and then.

Just as Dom was about to stand up to leave, the door to the studio opened and an unknown girl walked in carrying a tray of paper coffee cups. Dom sat up straighter, noticing how beautiful this woman was almost immediately.

“Hey (Y/N),” Colson said. “Thanks for the coffee. I don’t know about the sad fuck over there, but I’ll definitely need it. I’m planning on at least writing enough songs for the next album.”

“Kells, you need to slow down and rest at some point,” the woman, (Y/N), told him.

“I can rest when I’m dead,” Colson said, waving off the comment. “Oh, by the way, this is Dom. Dom, this is (Y/N).”

She turned and smiled at the young Brit. “Hey! It’s nice to meet you. Kells talks about you a lot.”

Dom tried not to visibly deflate upon realizing that (Y/N) and Colson really knew one another. She was probably another of his recent string of girlfriends or hookups.

As if reading his friend’s mind, Colson stood and wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder. “(Y/N) is an old friend from Cleveland. We’ve known each other for years.”

“Colson’s like my big brother,” (Y/N) added. “Right down to the wishing I didn’t know him.”

Colson playfully shoved (Y/N), causing her to almost fall onto Dom’s lap. Although he would’ve loved to have her sat there, Dom caught her instead and placed her on the couch next to him.

“We;;, it’s nice to meet you, (Y/N),” Dom said.

“You wanna stick around, (Y/N)? Maybe you could help us write something,” Colson suggested.

(Y/N) scoffed. “I can barley speak English, let alone write a good song. I’d love to stay and watch the process, though. If I’m not intruding.”

“Not at all!” Dom responded before he could stop himself.

Colson looked between the two, a mischievous smirk on his face. “Well settle in, we’re gonna be here a while. I gotta piss, be back in a few.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and waved Colson off. Once he left the room, things got slightly awkward. (Y/N) leaned against the arm rest furthest away from Dom, putting a lot of space between the two. She pulled her phone out and began typing something. Dom longed to say something, but he didn’t know what. He was also too afraid that he’d let something embarrassing slip if he opened his mouth.

Suddenly, (Y/N) gasped. “I knew you looked familiar! You’re Yungblud!”

Dom raised an eyebrow. “Kells didn't tell you that?”

(Y/N) shook her head. “Nope, he always just referred to you as Dom, and he hasn’t said anything about your song or the tour or anything. I can’t believe he invited me to hang out with one of my favourite musicians without telling me!”

Dom laughed. Luckily, this was what he needed to get the conversation rolling. They started talking then, really getting to know one another. They were so deep in their conversation that neither realized that nearly 20 minutes had passed and Colson still hadn’t returned.

“So, what are you and Kells working on? Anything big?” (Y/N) asked.

Dom sighed. “He’s trying to get me to write something, but I’m just not feeling overly creative right now. I just went through a bad breakup so I don’t feel like writing another epic hit song right now.”

“Oh yeah, Kells told me that,” (Y/N) said, shuffling awkwardly. “And I’ve...seen the pictures of Halsey with Evan Peters. I’m so sorry, Dom, that sucks so bad.”

She reached over and took Dom’s hand in hers. When he turned to look at her, he found himself lost in her eyes, as cheesy as that sounded. She smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear, slight blush creeping across her face.

And, of course, it was that moment that Colson decided to walk in.

“Geez, took you long enough to piss,” (Y/N) said. “What, did you get lost on your way to the bathroom?”

“Sorry,” Colson shrugged, although he sounded less than apologetic.

“Well, you were gone long enough that now I’m hungry.” (Y/N) stood. “You guys want anything?”

“Grab me a burger. No pickles, fuck that shit,” Colson responded. “Dom?”

Dom shook his head. (Y/N) shrugged and headed out the door. Colson hit Dom’s arm, causing the young Brit to actually jump. “What the fuck?”

“Go with her!” Colson insisted. “Dude, I just watched you two get super close, she totally digs you!”

“You watched us?” Dom asked.

“You didn’t actually think I went to piss for nearly half an hour did you?” Colson questioned. “I saw you two hitting it off and decided to wait and see where it was gonna go. You obviously like her, and she is totally into you. Go with her to get the food, spend more time with her!”

Dom couldn’t deny that the idea of spending more time with (Y/N) sounded great, but he shook his head at Colson’s suggestion. “I can’t. I’m just out o of a relationship, Kells, I’m not ready for anything else. And I don’t want a rebound.”

“She’s not a rebound if you really like her,” Colson told him. “I’m telling you, hang out with her, get to know her. Then when you’re ready, go out on a date with her. I’m telling you, dude, you two would be great together.”

Dom took a moment to think about what Colson said before standing and running out of the room. He caught (Y/N) just as she was reaching the door of the studio. “Hey, (Y/N), wait up!”

When she turned to look at him, Dom caught a look in her eyes that he couldn’t quite place. It looked like hope, or excitement.

“Want some company for your food run?” he asked her.

“Yes!” she answered excitedly, but quickly regained her composure and corrected herself. “I mean, yeah. That’d be pretty cool.”

Dom laughed, causing (Y/N) to smile, and the two made their way to (Y/N)’s car.

#yungblud #yungblud imagine #yungblud x reader #dominic harrison #dominic Harrison imagine #dominic Harrison x reader #imagine #one shot #mgk #machine gun kelly

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angelliev · 4 years

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Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part One - Paradise on Earth

Word Count: 2K

Summary: Aria Prescott is new to the Outer Banks and is ready to make some new friends and new beginnings. What she wasn’t expecting was making some unforgettable memories with JJ Maybank.

Warnings: Light smut, some cursing, alcohol/drug use and maybe some typos lol.

A/N: Thank you to anyone who takes the time to read this. This is my first time ever writing and publishing a fanfic so, I’m pretty excited and really nervous at the same time. I was inspired by the writers on here to finally put on my big girl pants and give this a shot. I'm really looking forward to see how this turns out. I’m planning on making this a series. Hope you like it! (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. I don’t own the show or any of the characters) :)

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“The Outer Banks. Paradise on Earth.” I used to think that was an exaggeration. I’m originally from Chapel Hill, so visiting the OBX was common. Now I’m living in Figure Eight. My parents wanted a change of scenery. So, what’s better than living in Paradise on Earth? To be honest, I really don’t mind. I already have a few friends I’ve known for a while who live here.

For example, would be Charis Donahue. We’ve been best friends since kindergarten. She’s an absolute wild card. Everyone who thinks they know her, thinks that she’s an innocent goody two shoes. Her real friends however, know that’s a load of bull. If you look up the word party animal in the dictionary, you’ll see a picture of Charis beside it. She’s the perfect combination of crazy, loyal and fun. That’s what makes her one of my best friends.

My other best friend is Sarah Cameron. The kook princess. Our parents are good friends, so I’ve known her for a while now. Speaking of now, we’re currently having brunch on the balcony of my new house. Charis scans her surroundings, for any adults before pouring a little bit of vodka into our glasses of orange juice before quickly shoving it back into her purse.

“Score.” Sarah praises the rebellious teen who raises her glass. “Cheers to Aria for finally getting her ass out here. Welcome to the Outer Banks love.” We all cheer and sip together, basking in the sun. “So, what are we doing tonight? Cause I’m bored out of my mind.” I confess. The two share a look.

“Well you’re in luck, because tonight we’re having a little get together at my place. My parents are flying to New Jersey for some charity event, so we have the place all to ourselves.” Charis smirks. “Nice, but what do you mean a little get together?” I asked curiously. “It’s just going to be us, Charis’s boyfriend, my boyfriend, and his friends, JJ, Pope and Kiara.” Sarah explains.

I’ve only met Charis’s boyfriend, Diego, once at a baseball game that took place in Chapel Hill. I’ve never met Sarah’s new boyfriend either, but I can tell she really likes him. She’s been talking about him nonstop ever since they started going out. I hung out with Kiara a few times during freshman year, when she and Sarah were friends, but then they had some weird blowout. Thankfully, they’re friends again, because it was kind of awkward talking to both of them when all they wanted to do was claw each other’s eyes out and I had to play the peacemaker.

“Sounds like fun. I can’t wait to finally meet this mystery stud you’re always rambling on about.” “Tonight will be epic.” Charis says. “How so?” Her helicopter of mother, Ingrid, startles the three of us. “We’re having a sleepover tonight.” Charis replies nonchalantly. She’s also a very good liar. “With who’s permission?”

“Dads’ of course.” This seems to annoy her mother. “Is that so Oscar?” Ingrid asked her husband, who was having a conversation with Ward and Claude, my dad. “Oh, come on honey. She’s old enough to host a sleepover with her friends for one night.” Oscar defends Charis, much to her mother’s dismay.

“There better not be any boys, alcohol or drugs at this sleepover.” Charis simply says okay and continues scrolling through pictures on social media before her Ingrid snatches it from her hands. “I’m serious Charis!” The two of them both had scolding eyes. “Okay! It’s just going to be us girls. I promise.” Charis snatches back the phone. Her mother scoffs and rolls her eyes before leaving us to speak with Rose. “God can she be any more annoying?” Charis grumbles under a hushed tone. “Yeah when is she not on your ass?” Sarah asked. “When she’s on my dad’s.” She replies. Both Sarah and I both scrunch our faces in disgust.

Hours later…

As of now, I’m going through my closest attempting to find something to wear. I finally decide on my black and white bikini, denim shorts, a white crochet coverup and sandals. Satisfied with my look, I grab my bag before heading out the door and down the street where I see Sarah parked outside.

“Hello my little splinter bean.” Sarah greets me with her odd nickname as I sit down in the remaining passenger seat. “Guys this is one of my best friends Aria. You already know Kie of course. This is my boyfriend John B.” He fist bumps me. “And this is his best friend JJ.” My breath hitched slightly when I looked at JJ. He’s got to be one of the most handsome guys I have ever seen with his blonde hair, tan skin, baby blue eyes and rather flirtatious smirk. I’m happy with the outfit choice I made, due to his eyes roaming up and down my body.

“Pleasure to meet you beautiful.” I raise an eyebrow at him. “Likewise, lover boy.” I can hear both John B and Sarah snickering up front. It was rather difficult to keep my cool, while being so close to JJ, our legs touching. I began wonder what the rest of his skin felt like. I was rather a little disappointed when the moment ended with us exiting the car and entering the house. We were surprised to see flames over the grill outside on the patio. “What’s good bitches?” Charis waves with a spatula and Diego sits at the bar.

“What the shit?!” The five of us say in union. Not too long after, Pope comes running in with the fire extinguisher in hand, disposing the flames.

“Jesus, what the hell were you numbskulls trying to cook?” Kie asked astonished. “Burgers, but that plan obviously went to shit…”. “Well it’s a good thing we brought beer.” JJ pops one open. “Thank god.” Says Diego.

For the rest of the night we all drank, swam, laughed and more. I genuinely enjoyed hanging out with them tonight. They’re a lot more fun than the kids at my school. I also liked catching JJ and his wandering eye. I think it was around one in the morning when everyone began to fall asleep. Me on the other hand was tossing and turning nonstop. Giving up on sleep I silently sneak out the room and to the pool where I dip my feet, enjoying the peace.

“Feeling a little restless, are we?” I turn to see JJ walking towards me. I let my eyes wander across his shirtless body. It’s a sight I could get used. He catches my gaze and smirks. “Yeah. You too?” He pulls out a blunt before lighting it. He rests it between his lips inhaling, holding the smoke in his lungs and finally releasing the toxic cloud into the warm night air. He sits next to me all close. “You want a hit?” He offers me the blunt. I was unsure at first, since I never smoked before, let alone weed. “First time for everything.” I sigh. “Atta girl.” I was definitely way over my head when I inhaled the burning smoke. I violently coughed, desperate for clean air. This earns a chuckle from him. “That shit burns.” I complain with watery eyes. “Takes some time to get used to. C’mere.”

He takes my face in his rough hands, with his thumb pushing down on my bottom lip. This time instead of exhaling the smoke into the air, it enters my mouth instead. Our lips barely brush against each other, very tempting to close the gap. This would make an interesting first kiss. I bite my lip when he pulls away. Not knowing what to do, I ask, “Wanna go for a swim?” letting my body fall into the water, waiting for him to come join me. He doesn’t disappoint when he jumps in too. I admire how his sun kissed skin gleams from the water and watch the droplets race down his muscular body.

He swims dangerously close to me, until my back hits the wall, trapping me. His hands grip my thighs before spreading them apart, before they find their way around his waist, leaving no space between us. Our lips are almost touching. My heart beats so fast I can practically hear it. I grow impatient and pull him into a kiss. Our lips dancing against each other, our tongues intertwining, and our hips grinding together. Everything is so erotic and passionate, which leaves me craving more.

His skin against mine was electrifying, especially when his hand snuck up my back to undo my top exposing me. He licks his lips and begins to kiss his way down to breast, leaving hickies on the way. I let out a surprised moan when his mouth attaches to my left breast, while his hand plays with the other. It didn’t dawn on me until now that we moved past second base and were most likely going to skip third and straight to home run. After all, the only thing that’s separating us are the two swim bottoms.

Am I seriously about to lose my virginity in my best friend’s pool to a guy I just met? A guy who knows what he’s doing with his skilled mouth and hands. I should pull away before this goes any further, yet I continue to moan and encourage him to continue as his fingers disappear under my bikini bottom. Before he could venture even farther down there, we’re interrupted by surprise visitor.

“What the actual shit Aria?!” My head whips over to the voice, belonging to Jasper. Charis’s older brother. JJ acts quickly by withdrawing his hand, earning a whimper from me, and pulling me flush against his chest attempting to shield me from the poor guy who’s staring up at the sky. “Jasper what are you doing here?!” He gives me a dumbfounded look. “I live here? And I should be asking you the same thing.”

“We were having a little get together.” “Oh there’s a little get together all right.” He said with a judgmental tone, earning a chuckle from JJ, who’s face is nuzzled into my neck. “I take it my parents don’t know you guys invited a bunch of unexpected guests?” I don’t even bother to respond to that. He simply sighs. “Just get dressed and go to bed. Secret is safe with me.” He walks back into the house leaving the two of us alone once again. We both let out a mischievous laugh before our lips connect again.

“We should continue this later babygirl.” He playfully slaps my ass making me squeal. We sneak back into the room as quiet as possible, drying ourselves off before slipping under the covers.

He spoons me, to my surprise, bodies molding together perfectly. One of his hands sneak under and up my shirt cupping my breast, while the other slips under my panties. His long fingers begin to play with my folds and clit making my breath hitch. He finds my sweet spot again before nipping at it. I let out a whimper, the sensations all over my body are too much. “Quiet babygirl. Don’t want to wake up the others.” His hot breath reaches my ear.

I gasp when a finger slips into my folds testing the waters. I bite my lip attempting to remain silent as it thrust in and out of me. He adds another, curling his fingers. I began to wonder if I was having a dirty dream. It felt too good to be real. I then realized that it indeed was real when he started hitting the sweet spot buried deep inside me bringing me close to orgasm.

“Jay, I think I’m close.” He speeds up and uses his free hand to cover my mouth. “Cum for me babygirl. Cum all over my fingers. Imagine it being my cock.” His provocative words were all that I needed to finally release. My juices coat his fingers, which he brings to his mouth licking them clean. I’m seconds away from falling into a deep and satisfied slumber.

“I can’t wait to taste more of you. For now, go to sleep. Dream of me fucking you good babygirl.” And with that I let sleep consume me as I lay next to him, hoping that I would still see him in my dreams.

#jj maybank #jj maybank smut #obx netflix #outer banks #lana del rey

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solange-lol · 4 years

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who is he (and what is he to you?) - ch. 1/3

words: 1,720

solangeloweek day 1: fathers day

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Will Solace has never been nervous to travel.

He used to go on vacations with his mom when they could afford it, although most of those were road trips. Then, when he got older and started working for the magazine company he currently works for, he was sent on all sorts of business trips. Will got used to traveling; used to flying and being in different places every couple of nights.

It’s less the plane ride that he’s nervous for and more the actual reason why he’s going. Yes, it is technically a business trip, but its a business trip to Texas and Will thinks he’s found his father. The one that walked out of their house when he was barely a year old and never looked back. The one that never sent birthday cards or went to Will’s graduation, who didn’t even attempt to contact Will once he was older.

It was an accident, really, that he found his father.

Of all things it was an ad on his Instagram feed that popped up, promoting a touring band called Apollo with lead singer Lester Papadopoulos. Seeing his father’s name not spoken from his mother for the first time was a bit of a shock.

The universe had a cruel sense of humor though, or so it seemed, as their gig in Austin, Texas lined up right as Will was headed there for a business trip slash unplanned reunion with his mom.

The opportunity was at Will’s feet, practically begging him to finally find out what kind of man his father really is. Or more likely, have Will give him a piece of his mind.

“You good?” A voice from behind him came. His coworker and best friend Nico was also assigned this trip with him (like usual, and thank god for that).

Nico bumps their shoulders together as the two of them board. “Usually I’m the one with plane anxiety.”

Will pushes back his thoughts and replaces them with a smile. “It’s not that. Can’t say I’m completely looking forward to three days of conferencing, though.”

“Tell me about it!” Nico groans, practically throwing back his head as the two of them settled in their seats, preparing for the four-hour flight from New York to Austin. “Last time we were stuck in one of those, I pretended to be taking so many notes but I was just doodling!”

Will laughs. “I remember that one. We played hangman at one point,” he reminds Nico, which just causes him to go onto retelling many stories about conference days. It was one of Nico’s ways of calming down before the plane took off, but also gave Will time to zone off again about his father.

He has the date, location, and time of the bar that Lester and his band were playing at just in case. The thought was burning in the back of his mind just like it had been ever since Will first saw the ad, and he imagines it wasn’t going to leave until Will just sucked it up and faced his deadbeat of a dad.

“Is your mom still upset that we aren’t staying with her?” Nico asks, pulling Will from his thoughts once again. (Though not completely. Like he said, burning in the back of his mind.)

“I think right now she is, but once we take over her house during the day, demanding food and laundry, she’ll be glad to have the space to herself at night.”

“We are not demanding anything from your mother,” Nico replies indignantly.

“You might change your mind about that once you taste her cookies.”

They’re cut off as the engine begins to roar, and Nico squeezes his eyes shut, grabbing Will’s hand. Even after a few years of working together, he’s still scared of planes. He has the same reaction to every flight.

Will had offered his hand on their second flight ever together, and every flight since then, to the point in which he just takes it when he feels they’re about to take off. It’s one of their weird business trip traditions.

Will notices an older man eyeing their hands from across the aisle, making him nearly roll his eyes at the guy. For one, they’re not even dating. And if they were, what was the big whoop? Were people still sensitive to two guys holding hands in this day and age?

It didn’t matter, he supposes, because there was no way Nico was letting go until they reached a level relationship to the ground.

⁠—

Naomi Solace was waiting for them as soon as they got their bags. She had insisted that even while they weren’t staying with her for the trip, the least she could do was provide them some transportation so they wouldn’t have to rent a car.

Nico was visibly uncomfortable, Will could tell. He’s tried explaining multiple times that his mother is the last person to be afraid of as long as you don’t hurt Will or mention his father, neither of which Nico had done. It didn’t help to calm him down though.

That worry seemed to melt the moment Naomi catches their eyes, immediately waving them over with the brightest smile on her face.

She hugs Will first, of course, who could feel relief spreading through his body when she wraps his arms around him. Even with all the crazy going on around them, it was comforting to know that his mom was there for him. (Not that she knew Will’s other reason for the trip, nor would she. It would crush her, and he can’t handle that right now.)

After she finally lets go of Will, she immediately goes to Nico. Will winces, cursing at himself internally that he hadn’t told his mom that Nico didn’t like to be touched without warning until he realized that he can’t even help but to relax into one of Naomi’s hugs.

The tension had completely dissolved by the time they got to the car, leaving Will to excitedly tell Nico all about the area that he had grown up in.

“Schlitterbahn!” he cries excitedly, causing Nico to give him a confused look.

“Bless you?” he says, more like a question than a statement, causing both Will and Naomi to laugh.

“Not a sneeze,” Will says giddily. “Just the best waterpark ever!”

Nico still looks confused (has he never been to a waterpark?) but he seems content with letting will rediscover his past. Will’s grateful for it, especially considering it takes his mind off his father.

It also makes Will realize something. Something huge, unknown to Nico, and only a select part of the southern experience. He turns to Nico with a near-crazed grin. “Have you ever had Whataburger?”

“Had a what-a-what?”

“We have to take him there for dinner, mom!” Will’s voice is pitched higher than normal, dripping with pure childlike excitement. Next to him, Naomi’s smile was much more calm, only laughing at her son’s antics

Meanwhile, Nico looks like he’s almost expecting Naomi to say know. Lord knows how many times Will has refused to go to McDonald’s with Nico for dinner on business trips. That changes as soon as Naomi takes a quick turn into a parking lot.

Will nearly pulls Nico out of the car as she parks, dragging him towards the bright orange and white doors of the restaurant.

“I know you’re a devoted McDonald’s fan, but at least give this a try,” he says, walking Nico up to the counter. “I think we might be able to change your mind.”

Once the three order their food, they sit down together at a booth. Will ends up sliding next to his mom rather than Nico, which is a force of habit after many restaurant trips spent sitting across from each other.

Both Naomi and Will eagerly watched as Nico took the first bite of his burger. He chewed comically slow, making vague facial expressions before swallowing. He pauses, then decides “It’s alright.”

“Alright?” Will nearly yells, trying not to laugh through his words.

Nico’s face breaks out in a grin. “Okay, maybe it’s better than alright. I still think McDonald’s is my number one, though.”

Will rolls his eyes. “We need to get you some new taste buds.”

⁠—

Later, Will flops back happily on the hotel bed. He sighs contentedly as several joints in his back pop, savoring the feeling of resting for the first since they got off the plane.

After dinner, they gave Nico a quick car tour of the city of Austin before Naomi dropped them off at the hotel they’re staying at. They’ll have plenty of time to explore the city tomorrow after some much needed rest.

Will hears a soft laugh coming from next to him. He rolls to his side to face Nico, who’s sitting cross-legged on the bed across from him as he bemusedly watches Will stretches.

“Comfortable?” Nico asks, grinning. Will’s taken aback for a moment by how soft his best friend looks at that moment in black sweatpants and a soft gray-green t-shirt. He’s actually very pretty, and for a moment Will wonders what it would be like to cuddle with him.

He shakes that thought away with a smile, dramatically stretching his arms above his head. “Very.”

Nico laughs again, uncrossing his legs and scooching up to the headboard of the bed. “Not quite like my bed at home-”

“But better than some of the others we’ve had,” Will finished, nodding. He mirrors Nico’s actions, sliding under the covers of his own bed and reaching to plug his phone in. He's not really that tired, but he doesn’t want to think about the day ahead of him tomorrow anymore.

“Hope you’re ready for some epic rounds of hangman tomorrow,” Nico says as Will reaches to turn off the lamp next to him.

He grins in response. “It’s the highlight of these conferences.”

Nico rolls his eyes. “We need to stop agreeing to these trips.”

“Yeah, maybe,” he laughs. “Goodnight, Nico.”

“Goodnight, Will.”

He rolls over, facing away from Nico as he tries to force himself to fall asleep. His mind is still racing, though, overlapping thoughts about his mother and his father, and even Nico himself.

All he could do was close his eyes until he fitfully fell asleep.

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melyaliz · 4 years

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Remember me pt 1

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Summary: One moment Olive is just living her life in America the next it is 5 years in the future and this incredibly out of her league blonde is speaking to her in a langue she barely knows calling her his wife.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x OC

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-0-0-0--- Olive ---0-0-0-

Black eyes, rimmed with a thin blue line. Glowing in a way that was almost predatory like. It reminded her of a shark moving toward her. She felt like she was in water, or using her querk. Slowly trying to escape from something that was much faster in a black abyss.

Nothing but those glowing blue eyes were visible.

Olive’s lungs filled with hot dry air making her cough. The taste of ash and smoke filling her lungs as she tried to pull her consciousness awake. Blinking she saw a car on fire in front of her along with small fires spread across the parking lot of a large mall. One she did not recognize.

Taking a step back she looked around trying to get her bearings. Her eyes slowly adjusting to the world around her. It felt like a dream as if someone had just thrown her into this situation. No memories of how she got here or what was going on.

Maybe she was dreaming?

Touching her face she blinked a few times as she saw people screaming and running from the building. They were saying things but she couldn’t quite make out what. As if they were just making noises.

What was going on? What happened? Where was she? Panic slowly rising in her chest with the thought that she had no idea what to do or where to go. Her breaths become shallow as panic began to wash over her.

“Olive! Olive!” the sound of her name being called broke her out of her stupor as a tall red-haired man ran up to her grabbing her arms. A stream of Japanese came flowing out of his mouth and she was lost. Only knowing a few phrases she blinked up at this stranger.

“I don’t know…?” she said slowly hoping he would understand, “English.” she said “No Japanese?”

He looked taken back for a moment “You go” he said in broken English, accent heavy, pointing at the street. “Police will help, wait there?”

Nodding she followed the crowd and stood with the others waiting for Red to come back. Not that it mattered since he wasn’t going to be able to talk to her. But also, as she was slowly realizing by overhearing people talking around her, that she wasn’t in America anymore and had NO idea where to go or what to do. So Red was her best option at this point. Maybe she could use a translator app? Her mind went into overdrive trying to think of what to do. And then, as it always did when she was panicking her thoughts turned to the only person who was her calm center.

Eliott.

Where was he? Reaching around she realized she had a purse with her. One she didn’t recognize. It was way too nice. Was that a Chanel label? Holding up the bag she looked it over totally confused. Did she steal this? Ok, she was dreaming. There was no way this was real.

But it felt so real.

Frowning she rifled through the bag looking for her phone. She just wanted to call Eliott. Desperation filling her body, her heart pounding so hard in her chest it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. She just wanted her husband.

There was a huge explosion and a few people cheered all of them speaking excitedly in Japanese to each other. The excitement getting louder and louder, people pointing. Turning Olive stood up with the crowd to see a blonde-haired man slowly walking toward the crowd dragging a horned man by the collar of his shirt. Behind him, the red-haired man from earlier held three others on his shoulders.

As he grew closer the blonde turned his eyes meeting Olive’s. His red eyes were so intense that something in her stomach dropped. A weird calm washing over her as he studied her. He felt like something from another life. Dejavu. A dream long forgotten.

“Olive,” his voice was gravely as he dropped the man he had been dragging walking toward her. Looking down at her he placed his arms on her shoulders “what the hell you baka?” he said leaning forward pulling the dazed woman into a strong hug. He smelled like smoke and something sweet, like sugar. It kind of reminded her of camping. However, why this man was hugging her she had NO idea.

And then he pulled back slightly, his eyes fluttering for a moment, leaning toward her face as if he was about to kiss her. Olive, who was still trying to gain her bearings, felt her whole body tense in pure shock.

What.

The.

Actual.

Fuck?

“Dude I’m married,” she said swatting away his arms from her side before pushing him away. Her face flushed, eyes glassy as tears threatened to spill over from feeling so overwhelmed by it all..

The blonde’s eyes grew wide studying her for a moment, then gently his hand moved from her shoulder to her forehead speaking in Japanese. The red-haired man had come up behind him and seemed to be responding to what he was saying back. A flush of anger spread over Olive, she had just told his guy she was married and he was still trying to come on to her. Her already very frayed emotions were so tight Olive couldn’t deal with this anymore. Jaw clenched she swatted away this way too friendly guy’s hand.

“Look. No I’m...” she held up her hand and that’s when she saw it.

A ring, but it wasn’t hers.

“What?” she looked down at her hand confused. Was she even in her own body? What was going on? Her hands looked like hers? Do people recognize their own hands? It felt like her body. But how could you tell?

It was too much for her. Her heart pounding in her ears and that campfire smell was all around her filling her lungs. Her breath became shallow as colored spots filled her vision.

And then everything went black.

-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-

You get one true love in your life. One person, you are meant to be with. Olive had always believed that. Especially after meeting Eliott. He had a killer sense of humor and was always so calm. For a girl who always seemed to deal with anxiety and self-doubt the dirty blonde haired man who would rather be enjoying life than dealing with the drama was everything, Olive had wanted and needed in her life.

It wasn’t some epic romance, it was just… normal. From the first time he brought her out for burgers and to watch fireworks.

They ended up in the wrong location missing the entire show. But it didn’t matter, they were too busy talking about their lives. They had ended up staying on the side of that grassy hill just laughing and joking around until 2 am.

He fit so easily into her life Olive had a hard time remembering what it was like without him. She wasn’t as happy that was for sure.

And then one day he was gone.

Like a flash from the cameras, he would use.

As an action photographer, he was hired by both sports and hero agencies for promotional work. Olive had worried about him when he had gotten the job but with his quirk of being able to walk on walls, he normally could stay out of the way enough to keep himself safe.

Until a month ago when he wasn’t.

A month ago when he was dead.

And Olive’s life wasn’t the same.

A month after a loss is such a weird time. It’s like a limbo between everyone expecting her to be better and her inability to stop crying.

Olive still woke up reaching out for him in the middle of the night only to find an empty bed. Still felt like she could see him around every corner. Still waited for him to come through that door making some snarky joke about some idiot who walked into his shot.

His presence had left such a huge hole in her life and a bigger one in her heart.

That morning she woke up rubbing her swollen eyes looking at herself in the mirror. She was tired of this. Tired of being sad. Tired of missing him. Just tired. Selfishly she just wanted to skip this part of the morning process and go back to being happy again. After all, there was no way she could be sad forever... right? They say time heals all wounds. (Whoever they were.) But she wanted that healing now.

But no one could do that but her.

So sitting down she opened her laptop. Emails from her boss, editor, and an older client of hers littered her email. Scrolling through she tried to decide which one she wanted. She didn’t have the creative energy to talk to her editor and her boss could wait until Monday.

But maybe ghostwriting would help distract her? The client she used to work with had a new story and he was desperate. And in a way she was too.

So clicking the email she started to read what he had to say.

And then she was here.

In the parking lot of a burning mall in Japan.

The hospital she woke up in was sterile white reminding her of the inside of an apple store. Soft lights filled the room as her eyes fluttered open. She looked around slowly sitting up. Her head was pounding and part of her just wanted to lay back down. But she also wanted some water, her throat feeling ashy crying out for moisture. And maybe an answer to what the hell was going on?

Slowly Olive pulled herself into a sitting position, her body ached from tension but she didn’t really see any other major injuries. Looking around the room praying for a glass of water her eyes instead found a phone sitting on the table next to her. A text on top of the slue of notifications caught her attention.

Lilly Pond: Are you ok? Call me when you get up.

Her best friend. Oh thank god, someone she recognized. This meant she could rule out getting teleported to a different dimension off her list of what the fuck was going on.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she quickly unlocked the phone. Thank god for smart technology and face recognition. (She wouldn’t have known what to do without it). Looking down at the phone there was a brief moment where she forgot why she had opened her phone. Distracted by the image of three young children who she didn’t recognize looked back up at her from her phone background.

Dear god, please don’t tell her she had kids along with a strange wedding ring. Her heart couldn’t handle a full-on Overboard situation. She felt sick and desperate to hear a familiar voice. Something she recognized.

Clicking the name she fumbled for a bit until she figured out how to call.

“Olive?” Lilly’s voice was desperate, “Olive are you ok? Katsuki told me…”

“What? Who?” Olive cut her friend off confused by this Katsuski, “Lilly I don’t know where I am… I… I think I’m in Japan.”

There was a long pause on the other end. “Yeah Olive… you…” Another long pause, Olive could tell her bestie was trying to remain calm for her sake, “What do you remember?” In the background, Olive heard a little voice say something. But Lilly didn’t have kids… right?

“I… Eliott’s funeral, uhhh going back to work. I think it’s been maybe a month since he died?” who was she kidding, she knew it was 4 weeks and 3 days. But she didn't want to sound like she was counting.

“Olive, it’s been over 5 years since Eliott died.”

Olive felt like she was going to throw up. Wait... what?

“What?” she felt like there was a mound of sand in her throat. She wanted to gag at the feeling. Her heart raced so fast she couldn’t breathe. She was suffocating. “But, that’s not possible. Eliott.. I… Lilly why can’t I remember anything!?! Why the FUCK AM I IN JAPAN!?!”

“Olive you need to calm down...”

Olive wanted Eliott, she wanted his stormy gray-blue eyes and calm voice to tell her to just breathe. ‘If you're breathing you're alive, just keep breathing.’ was what he would always say when she was working herself up over something that probably didn't matter. She missed him, she wanted him.

“No” Olive sobbed covering her mouth, “I...”

“Is Kasusuki there? Olive? Nate? call Kasushk she’s freaking out..” Lilly’s voice called off the phone to her fiance, well it would be husband at this point. Wait was that little voice?

The blonde from earlier came rushing in cutting off her millions of thoughts. He was holding his phone to his ear but quickly hung up as he saw her. Those red eyes wide as he walked up to her. “Olive…” he said softly as he approached. At the sound of her name, she shrunk back shaking her head slightly.

“Lilly, I honestly don’t know what’s going on.”

“That’s your husband Olive.” Lilly’s voice said back, “You moved to Japan with him two and a half years ago.”

“I’m going to be sick.” she choked out. “This is a dream, I can't…”

“Oh Olive” Lilly’s voice sounded far away as Olive felt dizzy.

“No, no no.” the blonde said -what did Lilly call him? Suki?- gently prying the phone out of her hand, “Calm down, focus. Don’t pass out.”

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Olive told him, trying to make him understand. Trying to make herself understand.

“Yeah I can tell.” he said, “They don’t know why. They said you were fine.”

“They?”

“The Doctors.”

“Oh.” her voice trailed off for a moment as he picked up her phone Lilly still on the other end.

“I have her. She will call you back,” he said before hanging up. A flash of anger folded Olive. How dare he just hang up on her best friend.

“Uhhh excuse me! I was talking to her.”

“You can call her back, I need you to talk to me,” he said brushing away her comment. A flicker of a smile flashed over his face for a moment and Olive had no idea why. This wasn’t funny. Why would he be laughing?

“Who are you?” Olive said studying him unsure about the man next to her. She trusted Lilly when she said she was married to him but also… she didn’t trust him.

She didn’t know him.

“I’m your husband,” his voice softened as his gaze roamed over her as if looking for injuries. Probably not believing the doctors. “What is the last thing you remember?”

“I… Eliott.” her voice was soft and she didn’t miss the way he flinched at the name. “He… He’s dead.”

“Yeah” he said nodded gently brushing away a strand of her dark hair away from her face.

“And now I’m in Japan.” She was in shock, trying to make sense of it all.

“Yeah,” was his simple resonance.

“And I don’t know how,” she concluded unsure how to explain to this complete stranger that he was, in fact, a complete stranger to her.

He sighed looking down at her hands, his finger brushing over the large yellow diamond on her left hand. Olive looked down as well, it was much larger and impressive than her ring. But… it felt so wrong. Looking back up at him she felt like she was going to cry again.

“Are you going to cry?” he asked, it sounded like a statement. She shook her head already feeling hot tears welling up in her eyes.

“No”

He sighed, it sounded frustrated and made her heart pound with an anxiety she hadn’t felt in years. But he still hugged her, pulling her close enveloping her in that sweet warm scent she had smelled at the mall. However, this time in the calm of the hospital room it was confronting. Or as comforting as a stranger hugging you could be.

She felt his arms tightened around her as she let out a shaky sob. His grip was so strong as if he was scared she would run away.

But where would she go if she tried?

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echo-bleu · 4 years

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You always address Alex’s disability so thoughtfully in your writing. “I wish you’d write a fic where...” Michael thinks Alex is blowing him off, but he’s actually at a medical appointment for his leg.

Thank you!! This is a great prompt, I loved writing it. I set out to write maybe 500 words, but as usual that’s not what happened. I hope you like it!

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Lunch at the Crashdown? Michael types out while getting ready for his day. It's Saturday, so Alex should be off work and they can finally have that date they've been planning. Michael wanted it to be yesterday night, but Isobel dragged him with her to the Wild Pony instead. She keeps doing that, to the point that Michael is starting to suspect his sister isn't going to that bar for the beer.

Not today, sorry, Alex answers after a few minutes.

Michael frowns. He and Alex have been going out for a couple of months now, in that weird limbo between friendly outings and dates where they stay in public to keep themselves accountable. It precludes anything but the chastest kisses, and then only when Alex doesn't freak out at being out in a homophobic town, but it has made them actually talk rather than fall in bed at the first occasion, so they've agreed to keep going.

But this is the third Saturday in a row that Alex has blown him off without an explanation. Michael doesn't understand. He doesn't often have his Saturdays free, since five days a week don't quite bring him the income he needs to keep up with his recently extended social life. But he's been picking up restoration jobs around town that pay much better than car-tweaking recently, so it's allowed him to take his weekends off.

And Alex doesn't want to have lunch with him.

Okay, he answers simply, sadness pinching at his chest. He doesn't bother to offer another option. Alex is allowed not to want to spend time with him, he supposes, and he'll see him tomorrow at Isobel's anyway.

He drags himself to his car instead, deciding that since he doesn't have a lunch date, he might as well do something useful with himself. He picks up some groceries at the store, then heads to the hospital, where he and Liz have been working at her lab since it was rebuilt.

Liz briefly looks up from her microscope to smile at him when he walks in.

“Hi Mickey! What are you doing here on a Sunday?”

“I could return the question,” Michael says.

“I didn't really have anything else to do,” Liz shrugs. She's been working a lot, both for her actual paying job and on their side projects. Max's resurrection, it turns out, is not an overnight thing, even once they figured out how to restart his heart. He needs to rebuild the huge amount of energy that he lost, and that means he's still in a coma, hooked up to machines Alex bought off the Internet and Valenti set up in his house. So, coupled with Rosa leaving town, Michael gets why Liz uses work to take her mind off things.

“I think Alex blew me off again,” he says.

“Alex? I just saw him,” Liz frowns, her eyes still on her microscope.

“Here?”

“Yeah, he had a gap between appointments, so he came to say hello.”

“Appointments?” Michael stops in the middle of setting up his station in surprise.

“Hm. PT or something. You wanted to see him?”

“I wanted to have lunch with him.”

“Alex never does Saturday lunches,” Liz says absently. “The last time he did, we spent the afternoon with Maria and Mimi and he was so exhausted I had to drive him home before we made it to dinner. That's why Isobel settled for Sunday brunches even though Kyle has to bail off every other week. I thought everyone knew that.”

At Michael's silence, she finally looks up. “Wait, you really thought Alex just brushed you off?”

Michael nods wordlessly. He feels like an asshole, suddenly. But then, Alex didn't tell him.

“Wow. Um, I feel like I shouldn't have just told you all this.” Liz bites her lip. “You didn't know?”

“It's okay,” Michael says, his heart in his throat.

“Alex doesn't like talking about this, but I don't understand why he didn't at least tell you−”

“It's okay, Liz,” Michael repeats. “I...I didn't ask. We haven't really talked about this stuff.”

“Well maybe you should. He could use another friend. Someone more available than me or Maria.”

Michael just nods and gets to work. Liz's words have triggered a hurricane in his head, and he needs to quiet it down. He longs for a guitar, but working is the next best thing. How has he missed so much of Alex's life? Even Isobel seems to know more about him than Michael, and yet he hadn't even noticed that Alex isn't really letting him in.

Grand declarations of love and epic sex are not the same as actual communication, but Michael thought they were finally getting there. After the mess with Maria−a fling that ended after just one kiss when Max died, but still hurt them all more than Michael ever wanted it to−it's taken him months to gain Alex's trust back, but he thought that was behind them now, that they were working on building a solid relationship. But how much is Alex still holding back?

They need to talk, Michael realizes. They need to talk before his head manages to spin this into anger and resentment. There could be some innocuous reason why Alex doesn't want to share his Saturdays with him, why he didn't tell him about his medical appointments.

Before he can change his mind, he types a text on his phone. Can we do dinner? I can come over with Crashdown burgers. They haven't done this yet, eaten at each other's place rather than a neutral public space, but maybe it's time. Michael can easily imagine that Alex doesn't want to spill out medical details in a crowded bar.

Alex doesn't answer for another two hours. Michael forces himself to work rather than spin out, until Liz drags him with her to have lunch with her father. Michael feels bad for imposing on their time together, but Arturo must feel how much he needs a distraction as well as his daughter, because he treats Michael to a mountain of food and a dozen different anecdotes about Liz's childhood.

Okay. I have beers. Michael stares at his phone for a moment, lost in thoughts, then sends a thumb-up emoji back.

“That Alex?” Liz asks kindly. She knows what's on his mind, of course she does. She and Michael have grown pretty close in nearly six months of working together in the lab and holding each other up after Max died.

“Yeah. I'm meeting him for dinner.”

“Good. You want to visit with Max until then? I've been trying to read to him in hope that it will wake him up, but it's a bit lonely.”

“Sure,” Michael accepts. It will give him something to do, at least. And he can't imagine what it's like for Liz, who has moved into Max's house to be able to look over him. She needs all the company she can get.

Max seems a little more responsive than two days ago when Michael last swung by. Valenti was able to wean him off the ventilator over a week ago, and he opens his eyes more and more often, though he can't yet talk. It's going in the right direction, at least.

A little before six, allowing for the drive to Alex's cabin, Michael goes back to the Crashdown to pick up the order he gave Arturo. He tries not to let his mind wander too much on the way, because he doesn't want to be angry when he gets to the cabin. He thinks of the positive instead. He's going to see Alex. Even after months, he still marvels that he can just take his car and drive to him, rather than have to imagine him half a world away, maybe in danger, always out of reach.

Alex greets him with a tired smile and, when he steps back to let him in, Michael realizes he's leaning on his crutches. His prosthesis is off, the leg of his sweat pants pinned up, and he's wearing an oversize Star Wars hoodie Michael knows he wouldn't be caught dead with in public.

“Hey. Are you okay?” Michael frowns a little.

“Yeah, just tired,” Alex answers. He drops back on the couch rather than offer his help with dinner, which tells Michael that he must be in pain, too. “Beer's in the fridge.”

“If you need to sleep or something, I don't have to stay,” Michael says, despite his instinct to smother Alex with care.

“No, it's all good. I do need to eat, and I miss you. Bring me water, though, please?”

Michael comes back from the kitchen with a beer for himself and a glass of water for Alex, and starts unloading the Cashdown paper bag on the coffee table, since Alex doesn't seem to want to move from the couch. “I got some milkshakes, I know you like to dip your fries,” he says. “Not that I'll ever agree with that.”

Alex snorts lightly. “Thanks. Sounds nice.”

“Alex, can I ask−”

Alex looks down at his hands. “Yeah. I've been waiting for you to ask for a while, actually.”

“Really? I didn't...I didn't want to intrude, and I figured maybe I was already asking for too much time with you. But I spent the day with Liz, and she said she saw you this morning−”

“No, no, it's not about you, okay? I want to spend time with you,” Alex stops him. “I'm sorry, I should have given a reason.”

“I'm not entitled to your time, even though I tend to forget it,” Michael says. “That's what Liz made me realize.”

Alex watches him for a moment, then nods. Needing something to do with his hands, Michael hands him a burger and arranges the cartons of fries between them. They eat for a while in silence. It's not an easy, natural silence, not quite, but it's not tense, either. Just expectant.

“I have back to back appointments every Saturday morning,” Alex explains. “Shrink, then PT, then the prosthetist every other week. They often run over lunchtime and I'm usually too tired to do anything else for the rest of the day.” He keeps his gaze firmly on his food, and Michael hates to think that he's ashamed. “PT's pretty brutal right now. We're trying out some blades, so it's a lot of running and jumping around. It makes me really sore, so that's why I have my leg off.”

Michael nods slowly. “I feel awful for thinking that you were blowing me off,” he says. At Alex's aborted huff of annoyance, he realizes that he's once again bringing it back to himself. Damn. He needs to start thinking before he talks. “I mean, thank you for telling me.”

“I didn't want to say yes to lunch and then show up late, or bail on you because I'm too tired.”

“I understand, Alex.” Michael reaches out almost by reflex, taking Alex's hand in his. “I get it, it's fine. I wouldn't have asked at all if I'd known. I'm realizing that I've never shown interest in your...health. It's not because I don't care, I do.”

“There's probably a lot we still don't know about each other, Guerin,” Alex says. Michael raises an eyebrow at the use of his last name, an old habit that Alex has given up for the most part. But it's an appropriate reminder of their history. “We missed ten years of each other's life. Just because I know your big secret doesn't mean we don't have anything left to share.”

“I want to share things, though,” Michael breathes.

“Yeah, me too. This,” Alex gestures to his leg, “It's hard. I don't want to...it's hard to let myself look vulnerable. Even to you. Especially to you, sometimes.”

“Especially?”

“You remember what you said, 'if anyone's gonna destroy me, it might as well be you'? Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't give you too much ammunition. Because when you lash out, you know exactly where to strike.”

Michael reels back from that, shocked. “Is this about something I said recently?” he asks.

Alex shakes his head. “No. Look, I'm not saying that to argue with you. I'm just...trying to show you where I come from. With my father and my brothers, and then in the Air Force...any vulnerability you show will be turned against you. So my default mode is to hide. I don't want to be like that with you, but you've done it before, too. You go straight for the throat when you're hurt.”

“Shit,” Michael mutters. “You're not wrong. I don't like that it's my defense mechanism, but it is. I can't help it sometimes.”

“I know,” Alex says with a sad smile.

“I can't promise that it will never happen again, but I can promise to work on it? Like...I don't even know how, off the top of my head, but there has to be a way. I−I want to say that things like your leg will always stay off limits, but−”

“You can't promise that, either,” Alex murmurs. “I get that, too. Maybe I just need to take a leap of faith and decide to trust you.”

Michael bites his lip. “Maybe we could meet in the middle?”

Alex meets his gaze, large brown eyes shining just a little, and he nods slowly. Michael leans closer, putting down his fry, and their mouth meet before he even has his hand around Alex's neck.

“In the middle, yeah,” Alex breaks their kiss briefly to shift into a more comfortable position. “Sounds good.” He crashes his mouth against Michael's again.

Michael closes his eyes. This isn't a problem solved, not even close. But they can work on it, and that's all he needs for now.

#roswell nm #malex fic #alex manes #michael guerin #malex #liz ortecho #prompt fill #thank you so much for the prompt!#mine #echo's fanfiction

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farabeezer · 4 years

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50 questions tag

i was tagged by: @carter-hearts (ty! <3)

i know this is basically shouting into the void but i love doing these things so im just gonna do it for myself

(edit: WAIT i just realised that @savebyhellebuyck also tagged me, thanks mate and obviously youve already done it so ignore the tag lmao)

1. what is the color of your hair brush? black

2. name a food you never eat? onions. ew

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? im ALWAYS too hot (hot damn)

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? eating tea ig (pasta with tomato sauce and veg, im so healthy yknow)

5. what’s your favorite candy bar? omg, boost bars, i love them so much

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? um some football (”soccer”) games, a couple rugby games in my local area (and one at twickenham which was Epic)

7. what was the last thing you said out loud? “there’s 160 teabags in this box!” (to which my flatmate said “oh you’re set for the week then” which was. rude.)

8. what is your favorite ice cream? vanilla. boring af

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? friday night i had a LOAD of rum and cokes and a vodka lemonade (i have a sweet tooth lmao). if you mean just any beverage then im drinking tea rn

10. do you like your wallet? YES its so cool its bright yellow i love it

11. what was the last thing you ate? my tea (see above lol)

12. did you buy any new clothing last week? nah i hate spending money

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? the last isles-bolts game :’(

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? sweet and salty mix

15. who was the last person you sent a text to? my sister

16. ever go camping? oh yeah i go every year with the fam because its cheaper than an abroad holiday lmao

17. do you take your vitamins? uh only at ~that time of the month~, i take iron. i think vitamins are like way more of an american thing? most people i know don’t take any vitamins unless they have a specific deficiency

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? my family are catholic but im not a very good one lol

19. do you have a tan? yeah tanning naturally is my only talent

20. do you prefer chinese or pizza? chinese! definitely

21. do you drink soda through straws? only if i can be bothered to find a straw lmao so normally no

22. what color socks do you usually wear? black or white ;)

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? i can’t drive lol. not because im too young its just i cant afford lessons or anything

24. what terrifies you? the idea of being buried alive. ahhh

25. look to your left, what do you see? window

26. what chore do you hate the most? cleaning the hob/sink/other peoples food messes, ew

27. what do you think when you hear an australian accent? those seagulls in finding nemo. but i lowkey love the aussie accent though

28. what’s your favorite soda? you mean ~fizzy drink~. anyway its diet coke

29. do you ever go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? again i can’t drive so normally i just. walk inside

30. what’s your favorite number? 19, my squad number on my rugby team

31. who’s the last person you talked to? my flatmate (see no. 7 :) )

32. favorite cut of beef? i literally only eat mince or burgers so like. i don’t know about the cuts. ive never even had a steak im Clueless

33. last song you listened to? think about things by dadi freyr (iceland’s eurovision song this year. its so good go listen now. actually listen to everything those guys sing they’re all bops)

34. last book you read? “1914 and other poems” by Rupert Brooke

35. favorite day of the week? probably tuesday. or saturday

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? uh probably not

37. how do you like your coffee? iced - white with a little sugar

38. favorite pair of shoes? my fake balenciagas ;)

39. time you normally get up? in lockdown, like 11-12. now i actually have things to do its maybe 8

40. do you prefer sunrise or sunset? sunset. if i see the sunrise it means im either up way too late or up way too early and thats just not fun

41. describe your kitchen plates? i have one plate. its green and i got it for free from one of my sister’s flatmates

42. how many blankets are on your bed? duvet, one blanket at the end and another down the side for emergencies

43. describe your kitchen at the moment? its big because there’s nine of us living here but there is NOT enough counters >:(

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? at the moment its spiced captain morgan (rum) and a little splash of diet coke. i love a good pint of Doom Bar though

45. do you play cards? i know like two card games so not really

46. what color is your car? no car :)

47. can you change a tire? in theory? but like id have to be desperate not to just call AA or someone to do it for me lol

48. favorite state? american state? like probably ohio? seems chill and rural. i know nothing about us states though don’t come at me. the equivalent here is counties so my fave county is 100% conwy

49. favorite job you’ve had? nah mate who enjoys working

50. tagging: i have no friends on here yet so like. @softgrantaire @savebyhellebuyck @u-okay-hen and anyone else who wants to! (no obligation at all though lol you guys are just the only people i know here)

#about me #tag game

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the--blackdahlia · 5 years

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Too Young to Fall in Love Chapter 33 (Dirt!Nikki x Reader)

Title: Too Young to Fall in Love 33

Summary: Nikki Sixx was a hard partying musician on the strip. He never expected to fall in love with anyone, until a girl knocked on his dressing room door looking for a ride home and took his breath away. Just like everything else Nikki did; the drugs, the money, the music; Nikki went hard with love. (Y/n) Bass never expected the bassist of Motley Crue to be the one to shake her calm and calculated life up. She had a plan. Graduate school, become an epic producer, and watch from behind the scenes as her brother’s band rose to fame. Nikki and (Y/n) were perfect for each other, too bad her brother, Tommy, didn’t think so.

Series warnings: Smut (18+ Please), drug use, language, referenced miscarriage, drug overdose, mentioned attempted suicide, out of character moments for everyone in the band, the timeline might be a little screwy but it’s fanfiction! I know nothing of music production and my medical knowledge is really screwy, so it won’t be accurate.

Nikki tumbled as he got out of his car, running back to turn the engine off before he rushed to Athena’s door. He knocked furiously waiting for an answer. Tommy answered, looking at the bassist.

“Nikki?” He asked.

“Is (Y/n) ok? Mick said that she fainted? I saw her at the Hollywood sign but I was too chicken to talk to her and then… I just left and… she’s not on anything is she?” he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Oh, uh...no. She’s in the guest room resting right now.” Tommy said. “Do you want to go check on her? I don’t think she’s feeling good.” Nikki thought back to when she was sick the last time. He had been too high to take care of her, but she had pushed past the flu and taken care of him.

“Yeah, I guess I mean…” he licked his lips and closed his eyes. “I can help with what she needs so let’s just see and and then can pick it up or something.”

“Come on.” Tommy led him to the guest room. Mick and Vanessa pulled up and Athena watched from the end of the hallway. “Go on in.” He opened the door and Nikki could see her laying on the bed, asleep.

As he looked at her, he noticed she looked fine, “Tommy man…” but Tommy had closed the door quickly and Nikki tried to pull it open. “Tommy!” he whispered. “This is not cool!”

“What’s going on…” (Y/n) sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Nikki?”

“Sorry,” Nikki sighed. “Tommy told Mick you fainted and I rushed over and I wanted to make sure you were ok… but you seem fine and now the door’s locked and…” he rambled on avoiding looking at her.

“You two are going to talk!” Tommy yelled from outside the door. “Oh, and this would be a good time to tell you (Y/n) that mom’s not sick!”

“You bastard!” (Y/n) yelled. “I haven’t slept in days! I dropped everything to rush out here! I’m going to kill you!” She screamed at her brother. She took a deep breath and looked over at Nikki. “So...how’s your girlfriend?” She asked. He had seen the tabloids posting pictures of him and Ashley from their one date. He hadn’t called her since.

“I… I don’t have a girlfriend…” Nikki slid down the wall and sighed. “I’m going to kill Tommy, I’m sure your boyfriend will kill him too.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” She sighed. “My bands think I’m an old hag.”

Nikki chuckled, “You are far from an old hag… I think that’s Mick’s title.” he looked at her and licked his lips. “You look good (Y/n), considering the hell Tommy and Athena put you through to get you here.”

“I got like twenty minutes of sleep just now. I think I’m good.” She laughed a little. “You look really good.”

“I’m ok,” he shrugged from his spot on the floor. “So those little fuckers you’re producing any good? I don’t think I like that they call you an old hag… I can show up in New York and kick their asses for you?”

“They’re not bad. Tom’s good obviously. The little shitheads all think they can be the next Motley Crue and don’t like it when I tell them there will never be another one like you guys.” She sighed. “What about instead of you coming out there and kick their asses, I just come back to California and stay?”

“If you want… I mean… I…” Nikki sighed. “For what it’s worth… I know I caused you a lot of pain (Y/n)... and I want you to know that I was in a bad place before I met you… I just couldn’t handle it when I was away from you and… I know I hurt you… I should have been better…” he looked over at the door leading to the patio and cleared his throat as he got up. “Tommy really is an idiot.” he chuckled as he opened the door.

“Duh.” (Y/n) said, following him. “Nikki?” He stopped and turned to look at her. “I missed you a lot. And I’m glad that you got the help you needed.” She smiled softly at him.

“Hey! How did you two get out?!” Tommy yelled.

“Should we make a run for it?” (Y/n) laughed.

“Can I punch him first for scaring me?” Nikki breathed as he looked down at his shoes. “I missed you too,” he muttered before clearing his throat. “I should go… I… I got stuff I gotta do and…”

“O-oh…” (Y/n) said. Nikki saw it then. The hurt and pain in her eyes. It wasn’t all from him though. “I...I’ll see you later then…” She turned to head back into the house.

“Yeah,” Nikki sighed. “What?” he said looking at Tommy. “She doesn’t need me man. She needs someone better… so don’t give me that look and just… leave me alone ok?” Nikki sighed. “You said it yourself man… she’s special and me… I’m just some messed up recovering junkie.”

“Damn it Nik! Can’t you see how happy she was when you were just talking to her?!” Tommy yelled. “I haven’t seen her laugh in over a year Nikki! A year! That’s not the girl I call my sister!”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO HUH!?” Nikki yelled.

“Go back to her!” Tommy yelled back. “Can’t you see that she loves you!?”

“I’m not good for her remember?” Nikki shook his head and ran his hand across his face. “I messed her up! All of the pain she went through everything she lost I caused that! She doesn’t need me.”

“Why are you two talking about me like I’m not here?!” (Y/n) yelled then. Nikki and Tommy slowly turned to look at her. “You do not make my choices for me! I do! Am I still miserable because of things that happened years ago? Yes! Do I hate being in New York? Yes! Do I need my brother and the man I love to decide what’s best for me? No!” She hauled off and hit Tommy right in the nads. “That’s for screwing with my relationship and telling me mom was sick!” She marched off then, leaving Tommy holding himself and Nikki standing there in shock.

“Bass player you heard it from her own mouth,” Mick drawled. “She still loves you so you better chase her before you lose her forever.”

Nikki bawled his fist, “you couldn’t leave well enough alone huh?” he punched Tommy in the jaw. “Next time just butt out!”

NIkki wanted to chase after her but he wouldn’t know where to find her. He needed to clear his head, needed to think. He went to the only place he knew he could find peace. He went towards the Hollywood sign. He drove up as far as he could go before walking the rest of the way. Things had changed and he only wanted to have her back. But that was a longshot.

He didn’t expect to see someone in the spot he normally went to though. But there was.

Nikki froze as he came to his spot by the Hollywood sign. There was someone else sitting there, legs pulled to their chest, watching the city below. It was (Y/n) and she looked so sad.

“Uh...hey…” Nikki said, standing there awkwardly.

“Hey.” She responded, smiling a little at him. “Kinda missing the warmth and sun. New York is cold and grey.”

“You could always come back.” Nikki said, sitting by her on the bench.

“Would there even be anyone waiting on me?” (Y/n) admitted. “I’m hung up on someone from my past. And I can’t seem to move on.”

“Bret?” Nikki asked, his heart hurting as he said it. (Y/n) shook her head.

“He’s a bassist. He’s got black hair and I really dig his green eyes.” She looked up at him.

“You know, I really miss this hot producer,” Nikki told her. “I wish I could show her how sorry I am for everything that happened.” He looked down at his hands to scared to face her. “I guess, the emptiness I felt from my childhood… even though I didn’t feel it with you… I should have realized you were enough.” he wasn’t sure what else to say.

“Nikki…I’m so sorry.” She reached out and touched him. “I still love you.”

“Not sure how you can still love me after all the bullshit I put you through… I had girls blowing me while I was talking to you… that was me being an asshole.” He pushed off the car. “I should go…” Nikki offered her a soft teary smile. “I missed you alot and I still miss you… I um… I don’t think there’s anything I can do to show you how sorry I am for how I acted.” Nikki licked his lips. “I should go…”

“Nikki, wait.” (Y/n) said, stopping him from going anywhere. “Let’s go get a burger. My treat.”

“Yeah, I could eat,” he said echoing the words she told him from their first meeting. “I uh, left my car down at the bottom of the hill. I’ll meet you there?”

“It’s a date.” She said, smiling at him. “You better be there.”

NIkki smirked, “don’t worry sweet girl… I’ll be there.” he began heading down to his car. He was glad he came up here. Maybe talking it out could get them to at least be friends again. Reaching his car he drove to their favorite burger place.

“Hey Nikki, twice in one day?”

“I’m meeting someone.” Nikki said nervously. Just a couple minutes later, (Y/n) came in. When her eyes fell on Nikki, he could see the light coming back into them.

“Just like old times.” She said with a smile as she sat across from him. “Your bandmates won’t be interrupting us, will they?” She laughed a little.

“Just like old times and god I hope not,” NIkki sighed.

“I’ll just have a coke.” (Y/n) told the waitress with a smile. Suddenly, it was 1982 again and Nikki couldn’t stop watching her.

“I’ll have a water,” he smiled and looked at his hands nervously. “So… New York looks exciting… I… um… how do you like working for MCA?” he breathed.

“It’s awful.” She sighed. “MCA LA wasn’t too bad. But New York. Everyone wears grey, they always have somewhere to be even if they don’t have to go anywhere. I think three people were killed outside my building right before I left.” She closed her eyes. “I know LA isn’t much better, but I just feel so alone out there.”

“That sucks,” Nikki looked down at the table. “I’m sorry (Y/n) for everything.” he took a hard swallow. “Um… I remember some things from when I was….” a tear hit the table top. “I um… I should have been there for you and gotten better sooner… I um I remember the night you told me about…”

“I’m so sorry.” (Y/n) whispered, starting to cry. “I didn’t even know, and the next thing I know…” She covered her face. “I’m so sorry.”

Nikki rushed to her side and held her in his arms, “Shhhhh,” he whispered. “You have nothing to be sorry for (Y/n). It’s all my fault. I was weak and I let certain ideas get in my head… I… I’m just lucky that you don’t hate me.” he whispered.

“I never hated you. Not once.” (Y/n) whispered. “I almost came back that next day, but the girls convinced me to take some time to cool off. But you never came after me, so I figured that I should just keep going.” She wiped her eyes. “I thought you were happy I was gone.”

“I figured, I was the last person you wanted to see,” he whispered. “I smashed just about everything in that house and then I just got high again to hide my pain.”

“I’m sorry.” (Y/n) whispered. “I was dealing with my own addiction. It was making me paranoid. Vanessa’s ex still apologized to me to this day about the mix up.”

“I punched him when I saw him one time…”

“I punched a punk ass drummer a month or so ago, spewing shit about my favorite band and all that,” (Y/n) told him. “It straightened him up.”

“You do have a mean right hook,” Nikki sniffled and gently pushed away from her. He made a move to go back to his side of the booth.

“You don’t have to go back over there.” She said softly. “It’s kinda nice having you close again.”

“Only if you’re ok with it, (Y/n).” he licked his lips, “so burgers?” he said as the waitress came by.

“I could always go for a bacon cheeseburger.” She smiled at him.

“Make it two,” Nikki laughed as he gave the menus to the waitress.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with Nikki and Y/N telling stories. Nikki about some of Tommy’s antics. And Y/N about some of her travels with her bands. By the end of their meal, Nikki reached for his wallet and paid before (Y/n) could take out her wallet.

“I should get back home,” he sighed. “It was really good seeing you (Y/n).” he hesitated to hold her in his arms, but instead held out his hand.

“It was good seeing you Nikki.” She reached out and touched his hand and there a spark between them. She bit her lip. “I guess I’ll see you when I go to Seattle in a few weeks…” She went to turn and walk away.

“(Y/n)?” Nikki called out.

“Yeah?” She looked back at him.

“When do you head back to New York?” he looked down at the floor.

“Couple days. I told them I’d find out what was wrong with my mom and try to come back. But I guess there’s nothing wrong.” She sighed.

“Maybe we can go on a date before you go....” he rubbed the back of his head. “I mean a nice date…”

“I’d like that Nikki Sixx.” She took a pen and wrote her cell phone and Athena’s home number in on his palm.

“Huh,” he smiled. “History repeats,” he muttered and licked his lips.

“Maybe this time we can make it better.” She offered him a smile.

Feeling brave he raised his hand and caressed her cheek before leaning in and kissing her cheek, “I’ll call you later… sweet girl.” he whispered before walking towards his car.

“You better silly boy!” She called to him before going to her own car.

Reaching his car, Nikki pulled out his phone and dialed Mick’s number, “Mick?”

“Yeah? What is it?” Mick asked.

"I need help…" he sighed.

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nomadicsurvivor · 5 years

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Trapped In a Bunker With a Friend

Day 4 - Trope

Michael was tinkering with some alien tech he had found in the desert. He wasn’t sure how long he had been down in his bunker. His cell phone had died hours before, the old battery not having too much juice to begin with. As is the way with Michael when he falls down the alien-tech-tinkering rabbit hole, time has no meaning, he forgets to eat, and rolled his eyes but accepted it when someone (maybe it was Liz, maybe it was Alex) put a cot down there in the vain hope that maybe he’d remember to sleep occasionally.

As it was, none of those things had happened in over a day, not that Michael would know. Who did know though was one Liz Ortecho, and only because she was basically the exact same when she fell down a similar rabbit hole in her lab. So when she was pulled out of her lab by Kyle Valenti who made a passing comment that no one had seen or heard from Michael in over a day, she knew what she needed to do. She drove over to the Crashdown, filled her car with burgers and fries, made two very strong adult shakes (she’d have to apologize to her dad for finishing off the booze later), and headed towards the junkyard.

Liz pulled open the hatch and yelled down, “Mikey! Come take these shakes from me before I spill them and commit alcohol abuse!”

Michael grumbled about his nickname and, using his telekinesis, floated the shakes down to him. Liz then took the ladder down, holding the bags in her teeth until she was halfway down and felt a force take the bags from her as well. She hadn’t completely hit the ground below with her shoes before Michael was whining.

“Ortecho, what are you doing here?”

Liz rolled her eyes, “Careful, be nice. I will take the food, and more importantly the shakes, back and leave.”

Michael considered his options, then motioned to the chair in a corner for Liz to claim as hers. He tossed one of the bags to her, then floated one of the shakes to her. They were about to cheers each other with their shakes when the hatch above slammed shut, startling them both.

Michael scrambled up the ladder and started pounding on the door, unable to get it open. He groaned in frustration before climbing back down, shaking his head.

“It’s jammed. We’re trapped down here. You wouldn’t happen to have let someone know you were heading this direction, would you?”

Liz shook her head, “Nope. What do you mean it’s jammed? It opened fine for me just now.”

“I think it’s the weather. Since the rain season started, it’s been sticking. I haven’t really messed too much with it as it usually sorts itself out once the humidity goes down. But that hatch is not budging anytime soon.”

Liz pulled her cell out of her pocket and frowned. “No signal.”

Michael shrugged, “Mine’s dead. You wouldn’t happen to have a date with Max or plans with Maria or something later?”

Liz shook her head, took a deep breath, and raised her shake, “Dios mio. Oh well, no use loosing some good boozy milkshakes over this! Cheers Mikey!”

Michael shook his head but smirked and raised his shake, clinking paper cups together.

They fell into a companionable silence as they dug into their burgers. Since working together to save Isobel, two closed off science geeks had found enough commonality with each other to become… dare we say, friends? They still argued and acted like they couldn’t stand each other many times, but other times, took to each other like ducks to water – they understood each other. Not just with their science talk, but with their guards and hesitancy to let people get close to them.

After finishing burgers and picking at fries, Liz looked around the bunker before landing her gaze at Michael.

“So Mikey, what’s the deal with you and Alex these days?”

Michael dropped his head back and said a silent prayer to the ceiling.

“What is with the whole Mikey thing? I let it go in Texas, I let it go in the lab the other week, but is this going to be an actual thing with you?”

Liz rolled her eyes, “Subject avoidance much? OK, I’ll play along for the moment. What is wrong with Mikey? It’s cute!”

Michael stared her down, “Cute?!”

Liz shrugged, “What? Are you telling me you were never called Mikey as a kid? Or Mike? Mick?”

Michael shook his head but kept silent.

Liz zeroed a glare at him, “Spill it Micky.”

Michael stood up, “OK definitely NOT Micky. I am no mouse.”

Liz held her hands up in surrender, “Got it, no Micky Mouse references. Mike?”

Michael shook his head, “I never wanted to be called Mike. It’s almost as bad as being a Chad.”

Both Liz and Michael shivered in disgust at the thought of being a Chad.

“I see your point there. Never Mike. So there you have it then. Mikey!”

Michael threw a fry at her and climbed back up the ladder.

“I can’t do this. I can’t be stuck with you all night if Mikey is all that’s going to be said!”

He then went back to banging on the hatch, trying to get it unstuck. No luck. He climbed back down and watched Liz wander around the bunker, looking at all his bits and pieces, equations on scraps of paper and such. He didn’t worry though, Liz was enough like him that she’d never touch anything without checking with him first. After she had made her way around the room and stopped at the new piece of tech that Michael had lost a day or so of his life to, she looked up at him.

“So what is the big deal with Mikey? You were never called that as a kid?”

He shrugged, “No, I was called it sometimes by different people. It just wasn’t really in an affectionate way if you catch my drift.”

Liz nodded, “Right.” She went to reach out to touch the new tech but paused when Michael surged forward to stop her.

“Well, so then I am definitely going to keep calling you Mikey. We will call it taking the power back and making it an affectionate memory for you. You know I call you that because I like you. We’ve gotten to be friends, don’t you think Mikey?” She smirked at the end.

Michael shook his head in a resigned way, “Affectionate power reclamation of Mikey huh? I’m losing this argument, aren’t I?”

“Pretty much.”

“Right. But on one condition.”

Liz raised her eye brows questioningly, waiting for the condition.

“You are the only person – or alien – that I will ever let call me Mikey. The minute anyone else says it, I am putting a complete ban on that shit.”

Liz thought for a moment. “Only on a return condition.”

Michael rolled his eyes but waited.

“You have to tell me what is going on with you and Alex.”

Michael blushed a bit and looked down at the work top. He had hoped he had successfully dodge that topic earlier.

“Your guess is as good as mine. He turns up, we hook up, he takes off. I run into him, he flirts, then turns cold. I get frustrated and act like an ass, giving him a good excuse to leave again. But the sex is pretty epic.”

Liz groans, “Michael! I did not need to know that part! You two are my friends!”

Michael chuckled, “You asked!”

Liz shook her body out and took another large slurp of her milkshake. “I regret that condition, Mikey! Now get us un-stuck down here!”

Michael laughed, “Yeah, about that. I don’t think that door is budging til at least sunset when the metal cools down a bit and contracts a bit. The humidity is fucking with the hinges too much. Get comfy.”

Liz curled back up in the chair while Michael went back to tinkering with the new tech he had found. The companionable silence fell over the bunker again.

“So Mikey, what it that exactly?”

“I have no idea. I found it in one of the caves that backs up to the pod cave. I’ve been cataloging what lights up or glows depending on where my hand hovers, but haven’t stared pushing anything that looks button-push-like yet.”

Liz nodded, “Makes sense. Have you tried using your tk to rotate it around to see if it reacts being on a different angle?”

Michael rubbed his hands together at the idea, ”Nah, but that’s a good idea. I was also thinking of seeing what it would do if a drop of water or something ran down this channel here on the side.”

Liz stood up and joined Michael at the table, taking a closer look.

“Oh that’s a good thing to try. Maybe see what sand would do too.”

Michael scribbled these ideas down so they wouldn’t forget anything.

Liz looked over at him, “Mikey, I’m glad we got stuck down here.”

Michael grinned a bit, “You’re not too bad yourself Ortecho.”

Liz gave him a small shove, “But come another couple hours, Mikey, you better hope that hatch opens, or there will be nothing friendly or affectionate about any of the names I will be calling you then.”

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doomedandstoned · 4 years

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THE DESERTFEST DIARIES: Destination Antwerp ‘19

~By Willem Verhappen~

Photographs by Stefanie Dörnbrack and Willem Verhappen

Day 1

The good beer, tasteful food and beautiful inner city, together with the fact that even though I live close to it, it makes me feel like I’m on vacation, make that Antwerp ranks high on my list of favorite cities. Every once in awhile my girlfriend and I like to spontaneously cross our southern border to go shopping (seriously, check out Chelsea Records if you're ever there) or watch a movie in their massive cinema complex. There is however one weekend when nothing can stop me from going to Antwerp and that's the weekend of Desertfest. For three days, Antwerp turns into the Mecca of all the music I -- and since you're reading this, probably you, too -- hold dear. So on the 18th of October I made my fourth pilgrimage to this epicenter of riffs.

My timing could hardly have been better, since my friends with whom I was going to share a hotel room for the next three nights showed up at pretty much the same time. After dropping our stuff at the hotel, we went downtown to meet up with some more friends and have a pizza and some beers.

With some proper groundwork laid, as we say in Dutch, it was time to head to the Trix, as the venue's called. There was some discussion as to whether it was faster to go by tram or subway, so we decided to turn it into a race. In the end, we still all ended up going by subway, since there didn't appear to be a tram going that way. I was told, however, that the subway was way quicker than the tram the guys took in previous years. That still counts as a victory in my eyes.

When we arrived at the venue, we were greeted by the sign shown at the top of this article. What a way to get your crowd hyped up for all the goodness that was to come.

The first band we got to see, was Monomyth. The band, featuring former Gorefest guitar player Boudewijn Bonebakker, plays an addictive mix of styles ranging from kraut- and space rock to more progressive and psychedelic exploits. The Dutch instrumental rockers might be reminiscent of acts like My Sleeping Karma, but with five people, there's never a boring moment.

After that first headbanging session, it was time for some more partying with desert rockers Nebula, where the title of their new album 'Holy Shit' sums up the experience quite well. This was followed by my first Duvel beer of the day and the Dutch '60s heavy psych inspired wolf pack named Temple Fang, both at the cafe. For a band that hasn't even released a single yet, they've got quite the following. Taking into account that two members used to be in the cult band Death Alley, gives some understanding as to why. Witnessing them live makes you a believer yourself.

As a music collector and lover of artwork, I decided to pay a visit to the merch area. I was very happy to see that my personal artwork favorites Branca Studio decided to take the car to bring some of their t-shirts to Desertfest. Now I finally have my very own "Doom life" shirt. Could my day get any better?

Of course it can! With some more cds and some less money in my pockets it was time to go to the main all for Truckfighters. When we walked through the door, one of my friends asked when the show had started. This was more than five minutes before the show actually started, but the hall was already crowded. This was the first time we had difficulties getting in before a band started playing, but it turned out to be only the first of multiple shows where this phenomenon occurred.

As you might know, Truckfighters was on a hiatus for a couple of years. Lucky for us, the Swedes have returned. I'm happy to say that the show hasn't really changed. You still get your high energy rock show lead by Ozo. Dango still runs through the crowd shirtless. There's still a different drummer than the last time you saw them. And of course, every place turns into absolute mayhem once they play Desert Cruiser. Honestly, the only thing that changed is Dango's beard. That's fine, but other than that, a Truckfighters show is perfect as it is.

Sadly, there wasn't much time to catch my breath, for after witnessing a bit of Beglian band 30,000 Monkies, Yatra was about to take the upstairs stage. I wasn't familiar with the Maryland doom crew, but someone (sorry, I don't remember who) recommended them to me. I cannot thank that person enough, for Yatra is by far my favorite discovery this Desertfest. It was the first doom band of the eveningThis trio spices up their low 'n' slow doom with a whiff of black metal dirt, just the way I like it.

Since I've never been much of a Zeal & Ardor fan, I decided to socialize and go looking for stories instead. That's when I ran into the Yatra gang, who were talking with Dango from Truckfighters. The latter mentioned to me that we can expect a solo record from his hand somewhere in the near future. Needless to say, this encounter needed to be documented, as shown in the picture above. Afterwards I decided to check out some Z&A, only to arrive when they started Devil is Fine. It was a good reminder of why I'm not a fan.

The first day ended with a banging show from Polish psych doomers Sunnata and a fun after party. I had to promise not to write about the after parties, even though I could write an entire article on just that. Let's just say that lots of fun and beer was had by all, up to the point where we were kicked out of the venue.

Day 2

Saturday started, not entirely unexpectedly, with a hangover. Usually I get over them pretty quick, but this one kept lingering on for quite some time. Not even the great sandwich I had, seemed to have any effect. The thing that eventually cured the hangover, was Bismut. The Desertfest website describes them as "instrumental psych desert metal", which is an apt description for these young Dutch hounds. We're treated to some heavy spaced out jams, mixed with some colorful shredding. Day two is a go!

The Admiral Sir Cloudesley Shovell put up one of my favorite shows this weekend. This is their second year in a row and third in total of playing here and if you've seen them live, you know why that is. The band are like the demented love child between MotÃ¶rhead and Hawkwind (like that would ever happen), blasting some dirty biker rock, but with some stoner groove in there. It's also the first band I witnessed on the Canyon stage that made full use of the video screen.

Not every band can be a winner and if there's a loser this weekend, it's Fireball Ministry. Personally, I really enjoyed their distinct brand of desert rock, featuring vocals from both guitarists James A. Rota II and Emily Burton. The only point of critique is that Emily should stick to background vocals.

Even though the band gave their everything, they we're playing to a half filled hall at most, with many people leaving after a song or two with some just taking a couple of pictures. These pictures were of course from former Kyuss bass player Scott Reeder. This behaviour made the band look more like a freak show than anything else, which is too bad, since Fireball Ministry deserves better.

The Desert stage is far more crowded for Church of Misery. I can't say I'm surprised, since the Japanese quartet knows how to deliver a solid slab of old school doom metal. For 50 minutes, the band proved to know exactly how to keep heads banging in unison.

Following Church of Misery, I decided it was time to give the muscles in my neck some rest. And what better place to do that than in the food and relax area. This is like the school yard where all the cool kids hang out, drink beer and smoke, but mixed with a food truck festival. I'm usually not big on festival food, but the food here is certainly an exception. From homemade fries and vegan burgers to Mexican and tribal food, there's something here for everyone. It's a great place to just sit down, eat and talk to random people.

This moment of peace was very much needed ahead of Bongripper. This was one of the most crowded shows of the festival. The band created a most impressive wall of sound, or should I say wall of noise, during their show. Although the show was very impressive, I'm still surprised by how insanely crowded it was.

After the intense show from the Chicago doom crew, desert rockers Steak are a welcome change of scenery. They might be from London, but these guys sound like they came straight from the California desert, although with some Pink Floyd thrown into the mix. I was very charmed by their sound, since it sounds familiar, but with a British twist. Highly enjoyable.

At the Desert stage, we remain in the instrumental musical spectrum with Pelican. This was one of the shows I looked forward to the most. The post-metal from these Americans manages to find that sweet spot between heavy dark riffs and a touch of light. The hour of playtime was over way too soon.

The other band I was really looking forward to, was Dopelord. I'm not sure what's happening in Poland that's causing the rise of so many good old school doom bands, as proven by Dopelord's recent excellent 4-way split with Weedpecker, Major Kong and Spaceslug, but it's clear these guys are leading the revolution. This show had everything I love: great songs, heavy riffs, exploitation cinema on the background and rowdy crowd. There even was a new song, called 'Hail Satan' and some moshing during the epic 'Reptile Sun'.

On my way to Ty Segall & The Freedom Band, I heard some music coming from the Vulture stage that caught my attention. Crowhurst was supposed to be performing here, but they had to cancel last minute. Their replacement were the Antwerp locals Your Highness.

Earlier that day, I was told they were a doom band and that I would like them. That turned out to be very true. The band plays traditional doom metal, but with a hardcore ferocity. I clearly wasn't the only one who enjoyed their show, judging by some of the most intense mosh pits I'd seen all weekend. I was so entertained that, for the first time in four years, I missed a Desertfest headliner. Not that I mind, these guys are worth it.

There's no rest for the wicked and Inter Arma made sure of that. The death/black.sludge doom band pretty much set the Canyon stage ablaze. It was past midnight but that was no excuse to take it slow. Vocalist Mike Paparo was running the stage like a ravenous beast. The band was a great warm-up for yet another night of mad partying.

Day 3

Usually the last day of a festival is somewhat of a cooling down. Festival days are long days and involve lots of walking and a lot of things to take in, resulting in you being exhausted, both physically and mentally. For this Desertfest, being tired was not an option, since the lineup is nothing but spectacular. Luckily for me, I woke up relatively fresh. I still don't know how I pulled that off, but I'm not complaining.

Since not everyone was as awake as I was, the first band we got to see was Wolvennest. I've seen the band perform many times in the past four years or so and I've yet to grow tired of their music. Their excellent mix of black metal, doom, psychedelic and krautrock still entrances me every show. And every show, they seem to get better. At least it helped me clear my mind in preparation for the rest of the day.

Wolvennest may have brought me to a higher plain, but after that it's a slap back to reality, courtesy of The Progerians. Their sludge mimics their hometown of Brussels. It's dark and nasty, but with just enough melody to make it appeal to the masses. This makes it a good warming up for the impressive set from Lord Dying, although they look towards more progressive and psychedelic horizons.

Monkey3 is one of those bands that always manage to deliver. Their instrumental space rock usually attracts quite the crowd and that was no different here. Sadly, nature called, resulting in me not being able to get back to the Desert stage. On the other hand, I did get to see High Reeper. These guys manage to play an energetic, balanced mix of stoner rock and Sabbath-y doom metal. A perfect blend of old school and new school.

The NOLA sludge kickers of Eyehategod are on a roll today. The band is clearly in a good mood and frontman Mike IX Williams is playing the crowd like a fiddle. The crowd, on their turn, is eating the slow, nasty blues raw. This was without a doubt my favorite show of the day.

After EHG I'm in doubt, stay where I am and be assured of a good spot for tonight's headliner, or go and see Un. I decide on the latter, even though many people seem to be saving their spots. I don't regret it though, since the Seattle band delivers some beautiful, heavy funeral doom. Especially fellow Seattle natives Bell Witch come to mind while riding Un's emotional roller coaster.

When I got back to the Desert stage, some 20 minutes before showtime, I was happy to see that it wasn't as crowded as I'd expected. I managed to get a nice spot in the center of the hall before the countdown started for the band all of Desertfest was clearly waiting for.

At a quarter to 11, the famous audio recording leading up to the moon landing started playing. What happened next felt like a ritual. Joints were lit across the audience, with some also being passed along through the crowd. People moved towards the stage like Muslims to the Ka'aba.

At 11, the almighty Sleep took the stage. Even though it was my fourth time seeing them in 15 months, the band still manages to impress me. All through the weekend, bands have been projecting everything from band logos to movies on the backdrop, but not Sleep.

Sleep doesn't need a backdrop. Nor a dynamic light show, for that matter. Sleep is all about the music. And the music is all that matters. Witnessing a Sleep show is like witnessing a voodoo ritual. The band's goal is to get you in a trance, to get you to follow the smoke to the riff filled land. For 75 minutes the music is all that matters.

Black Pyramid holds the thankless honour to close off the festival after Sleep. Their psychedelic brand of metal sounds good, but honestly, Sleep is still stuck in my head. Judging from the size of the crowd, many people have decided to head home early, but not us. We stayed until the bitter end.

On monday morning, to my great joy, the headache remained absent and I was feeling relatively fresh. I was looking forward to my own shower and couch, not necessarily in that order, so I was packed and ready to go in no time. My friends had some more difficulties to get their motor running, so we ended up getting brunch at one of the countless Panos sandwich bars in the city. Of course, we ran into some familiar faces there. Going over the weekend, we could all agree it was a festival with many highlights and next to no low points. Another one for the books. Why can't all festivals be like Desertfest? I'm not being melancholic, I'm seriously asking.

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portuscale-hq · 5 years

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Michael “Mickey" Mouse | 31 | Fixed-->Greater Good | Epic

Realm: Enchanted Forest

Occupation: Owner of House of Mouse

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Up to player

FC: Jack Falahee

He is: Ambitious-->Gregarious-->Passionate

But also: Unpredictable-->Hypocritical-->Reckless

Based on Mickey Mouse from Steamboat Willie

OPEN || TAKEN

It’s kind of fun to be impossible ||

tw: car accident

A golden boy. As his parents only son, Mickey was given the shirts off their back. The Mouse family was well known among their realm and loved by all. They were selfless and caring above all else. They raised their son to be the very same. Mickey was a fan favorite among friends and family. Praised for how he handled conflict and how great of a kid he was. Growing up, he got to watch his parents put up a restaurant they called the House of Mouse. Known for their burgers and milkshakes. Family recipes, after all. He strove to be just like his parents in every way and aspect. Though he was often told to never change and be himself no matter what. But everything changed the day he turned sixteen.

Happy Birthday, that afternoon he found that his parents were killed upon impact in a car accident. He inherited everything they ever had. But he was rocked to his core. What would happen to him? How could he go on without his biggest supports? What now? Mickey was lost and began to lock himself in his room without coming out. But one day something clicked in him. In the span of a night, he woke in a dead sleep and left everything he ever had. Moving to another realm entirely where he met the best friends he could ever ask for. Donald and Goofy were there for him when he couldn’t even be there for himself. Then came the day when he met her. Minnie was a sight to see and he was smitten by day one minute one. Spending every moment together that they could.

But one night something magical happened. Mickey realized that he harbored magic. He was so excited that his whole house was alight with the thing. He called it Epic because that was how it felt; epic. He ran to Minnie and told her about this magical discovery and told her he had read about a man called Yen Sid. This man could help him with this gift and nothing could convince him otherwise. On his journey to find him, he met a young boy named Sora who was looking for his friends. Together they conquered evils and vanquished the heartless. Seemingly for good. But then a prophet came to him and told him that a threat was on its way. That another war was about to break loose. Mickey raced back to Portus Cale and cast a great shield like lock over the realm. That way no one could get out. Meanwhile, he decided to set up his parents restaurant to keep their memory alive.

The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing ||

Minerva Mousse-->”The more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique.”

Though he has a great responsibility, he still thinks of Minnie and knows that he belongs with her somehow. However, he feels her pulling away from him.

Donald Duck and Benjamin Goof-->”We’re the three best friends that anybody can have.”

It’s all in the quote. They really are the three best friends that anyone can have.

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