Michael Shelley&#x27;s Blog

When Michael wakes up (when had he fallen out?), he finds himself sitting on the couch, Ger curled up by his side. The Distortion comes out of the kitchen, supporting a very persistent Gerry who had a bowl in his hands.

He set it down on the coffee table in front of Micheal, and it was very clearly one of Micheal's favorite desserts.

He rubs his eyes and yawns, sitting himself up properly with one arm still around Ger. After getting his bearings, he looks up at Gerry, almost panicked for a moment. He's not bothered by the dessert right now, as sweet as it is that they made it, he's focused on the lover who had been hurting.

"Hey.."

He drops to his knees next to Micheal, laying his head on his lover's lap. “'m sorry I scared you.”

Michael leans forward and curls around Gerry, trying hard not to start crying again.

"I'm sorry too.. I don't- I can't lose you. Not now.. not again.. I fought with Terminus for you, I'm not losing you right after that." He manages a weak chuckle and tilts Gerry's head up to look him in the eye.

"I love you. You already know I wanna marry you."

He reaches up, cupping Micheal's cheek. “Don't apologize. It's not your fault. None of this is.” He promised, his eyes soft as freshly made cotton.

“I love you too. And...I'm not going anywhere. It'd kill me to lose you, any of you.” He kissed the palm of Micheal's hand. “Yes. Always and forever.”

He pulls Gerry into a proper hug and buries his face into his shoulder, clinging to him as tightly as possible. Which isn’t all that tight at the moment, surprisingly.

“I love you.. I love you.. ‘m gonna do the proposal properly I promise..”

“You don't have to.” He whispers, holding him close.

“I want to.. I love you.. ‘n it wasn’t supposed to go this way..”

“Alright. If you insist.” He gently kisses him.

He melts into the kiss and almost starts crying again, shakily bringing his hands up to hold Gerry’s face.

He lets him, climbing into his lap as he does.

Michael rests his forehead against Gerry’s and closes his eyes as tears slip out.

When Michael wakes up (when had he fallen out?), he finds himself sitting on the couch, Ger curled up by his side. The Distortion comes out of the kitchen, supporting a very persistent Gerry who had a bowl in his hands.

He set it down on the coffee table in front of Micheal, and it was very clearly one of Micheal's favorite desserts.

He rubs his eyes and yawns, sitting himself up properly with one arm still around Ger. After getting his bearings, he looks up at Gerry, almost panicked for a moment. He's not bothered by the dessert right now, as sweet as it is that they made it, he's focused on the lover who had been hurting.

"Hey.."

He drops to his knees next to Micheal, laying his head on his lover's lap. “'m sorry I scared you.”

Michael leans forward and curls around Gerry, trying hard not to start crying again.

"I'm sorry too.. I don't- I can't lose you. Not now.. not again.. I fought with Terminus for you, I'm not losing you right after that." He manages a weak chuckle and tilts Gerry's head up to look him in the eye.

"I love you. You already know I wanna marry you."

He reaches up, cupping Micheal's cheek. “Don't apologize. It's not your fault. None of this is.” He promised, his eyes soft as freshly made cotton.

“I love you too. And...I'm not going anywhere. It'd kill me to lose you, any of you.” He kissed the palm of Micheal's hand. “Yes. Always and forever.”

He pulls Gerry into a proper hug and buries his face into his shoulder, clinging to him as tightly as possible. Which isn’t all that tight at the moment, surprisingly.

“I love you.. I love you.. ‘m gonna do the proposal properly I promise..”

“You don't have to.” He whispers, holding him close.

“I want to.. I love you.. ‘n it wasn’t supposed to go this way..”

“Alright. If you insist.” He gently kisses him.

#what should have been #get it twisted #statement of...#double dead

He melts into the kiss and almost starts crying again, shakily bringing his hands up to hold Gerry’s face.

Awww, you four are adorable!!!!

Thank you. I don’t think you realize how threatening that is right now.

When Michael wakes up (when had he fallen out?), he finds himself sitting on the couch, Ger curled up by his side. The Distortion comes out of the kitchen, supporting a very persistent Gerry who had a bowl in his hands.

He set it down on the coffee table in front of Micheal, and it was very clearly one of Micheal's favorite desserts.

He rubs his eyes and yawns, sitting himself up properly with one arm still around Ger. After getting his bearings, he looks up at Gerry, almost panicked for a moment. He's not bothered by the dessert right now, as sweet as it is that they made it, he's focused on the lover who had been hurting.

"Hey.."

He drops to his knees next to Micheal, laying his head on his lover's lap. “'m sorry I scared you.”

Michael leans forward and curls around Gerry, trying hard not to start crying again.

"I'm sorry too.. I don't- I can't lose you. Not now.. not again.. I fought with Terminus for you, I'm not losing you right after that." He manages a weak chuckle and tilts Gerry's head up to look him in the eye.

"I love you. You already know I wanna marry you."

He reaches up, cupping Micheal's cheek. “Don't apologize. It's not your fault. None of this is.” He promised, his eyes soft as freshly made cotton.

“I love you too. And...I'm not going anywhere. It'd kill me to lose you, any of you.” He kissed the palm of Micheal's hand. “Yes. Always and forever.”

He pulls Gerry into a proper hug and buries his face into his shoulder, clinging to him as tightly as possible. Which isn’t all that tight at the moment, surprisingly.

“I love you.. I love you.. ‘m gonna do the proposal properly I promise..”

“You don't have to.” He whispers, holding him close.

“I want to.. I love you.. ‘n it wasn’t supposed to go this way..”

Hey I know you're busy with spiral michael but that other one? You know, the one with the distortion gerry? Yeah he's not doing too hot either. Died twice and got resurrected twice in the same day, not fun! I don't remember if you cared about him, but hey! Another son for you!

…I’m sorry he what-

@should-have-spiraled are… are you alright??

yeah I'm okay. More worried about Gerry right now, but we're figuring it out.

I'm gonna propose to them properly I don't care that he's already wearing the ring I bought-

Anyways, yes, I'm fine. Tired and slightly shaken, but otherwise fine.

{they look… unconvinced, to say the least.}

alright… anything physically hurt? I can sort of numb certain pains… {they tried. It was a tactic used often on their own distortion, when he insisted he was fine even though it was painfully obvious he wasn’t. Physical pain was a lot easier to admit than mental or emotional pain.}

"I'm fine. How did you get here- Whatever. Nothing hurts I'm just.. frazzled. Worried about Gerry."

He shrugs. He looks physically alive, maybe a little pale and there's a new scar on his throat, but he's alive. His eyes are more haunted than they should be.

"I appreciate it."

uh… anon logic…? {they answered to the ‘how did you get here’ question, still quite worried.}

look, Michael… I’m here if you want to talk, but… I won’t press any further if you don’t want to either, ok? I’m just… worried, I suppose.

"Dying twice in a day followed by a breakdown over Gerry hasn't exactly been... great. But I'll be fine. You coming to check in on me is more than enough right now. I'm sure you've got plenty on your plate, however-"

just anons again. {the former anon sighed.} they think it’s funny to mess with his memories… it’s better to let him regain those on his own however, so… {they shrugged.}

if… if you need anything at all, feel free to ask.

“I’m sorry to hear about that. I don’t need anything I’m just..” Michael pauses, not really in thought, just like he has to stop. His eyes unfocus for a moment or two before he comes back. “I’m just fine. Tired, but fine.”

well… get some rest then, alright? You definitely look like you could use it. {they sighed, smiling softly.} I don’t mean this as any sort of offense, but you look like you’ve only drunken Red Bull for a month straight.

He hums and nods.

“I feel like I’ve been awake for a month straight..”

Hey I know you're busy with spiral michael but that other one? You know, the one with the distortion gerry? Yeah he's not doing too hot either. Died twice and got resurrected twice in the same day, not fun! I don't remember if you cared about him, but hey! Another son for you!

…I’m sorry he what-

@should-have-spiraled are… are you alright??

yeah I'm okay. More worried about Gerry right now, but we're figuring it out.

I'm gonna propose to them properly I don't care that he's already wearing the ring I bought-

Anyways, yes, I'm fine. Tired and slightly shaken, but otherwise fine.

{they look… unconvinced, to say the least.}

alright… anything physically hurt? I can sort of numb certain pains… {they tried. It was a tactic used often on their own distortion, when he insisted he was fine even though it was painfully obvious he wasn’t. Physical pain was a lot easier to admit than mental or emotional pain.}

"I'm fine. How did you get here- Whatever. Nothing hurts I'm just.. frazzled. Worried about Gerry."

He shrugs. He looks physically alive, maybe a little pale and there's a new scar on his throat, but he's alive. His eyes are more haunted than they should be.

"I appreciate it."

uh… anon logic…? {they answered to the ‘how did you get here’ question, still quite worried.}

look, Michael… I’m here if you want to talk, but… I won’t press any further if you don’t want to either, ok? I’m just… worried, I suppose.

"Dying twice in a day followed by a breakdown over Gerry hasn't exactly been... great. But I'll be fine. You coming to check in on me is more than enough right now. I'm sure you've got plenty on your plate, however-"

just anons again. {the former anon sighed.} they think it’s funny to mess with his memories… it’s better to let him regain those on his own however, so… {they shrugged.}

if… if you need anything at all, feel free to ask.

“I’m sorry to hear about that. I don’t need anything I’m just..” Michael pauses, not really in thought, just like he has to stop. His eyes unfocus for a moment or two before he comes back. “I’m just fine. Tired, but fine.”

When Michael wakes up (when had he fallen out?), he finds himself sitting on the couch, Ger curled up by his side. The Distortion comes out of the kitchen, supporting a very persistent Gerry who had a bowl in his hands.

He set it down on the coffee table in front of Micheal, and it was very clearly one of Micheal's favorite desserts.

He rubs his eyes and yawns, sitting himself up properly with one arm still around Ger. After getting his bearings, he looks up at Gerry, almost panicked for a moment. He's not bothered by the dessert right now, as sweet as it is that they made it, he's focused on the lover who had been hurting.

"Hey.."

He drops to his knees next to Micheal, laying his head on his lover's lap. “'m sorry I scared you.”

Michael leans forward and curls around Gerry, trying hard not to start crying again.

"I'm sorry too.. I don't- I can't lose you. Not now.. not again.. I fought with Terminus for you, I'm not losing you right after that." He manages a weak chuckle and tilts Gerry's head up to look him in the eye.

"I love you. You already know I wanna marry you."

He reaches up, cupping Micheal's cheek. “Don't apologize. It's not your fault. None of this is.” He promised, his eyes soft as freshly made cotton.

“I love you too. And...I'm not going anywhere. It'd kill me to lose you, any of you.” He kissed the palm of Micheal's hand. “Yes. Always and forever.”

He pulls Gerry into a proper hug and buries his face into his shoulder, clinging to him as tightly as possible. Which isn’t all that tight at the moment, surprisingly.

“I love you.. I love you.. ‘m gonna do the proposal properly I promise..”

Hey I know you're busy with spiral michael but that other one? You know, the one with the distortion gerry? Yeah he's not doing too hot either. Died twice and got resurrected twice in the same day, not fun! I don't remember if you cared about him, but hey! Another son for you!

…I’m sorry he what-

@should-have-spiraled are… are you alright??

yeah I'm okay. More worried about Gerry right now, but we're figuring it out.

I'm gonna propose to them properly I don't care that he's already wearing the ring I bought-

Anyways, yes, I'm fine. Tired and slightly shaken, but otherwise fine.

{they look… unconvinced, to say the least.}

alright… anything physically hurt? I can sort of numb certain pains… {they tried. It was a tactic used often on their own distortion, when he insisted he was fine even though it was painfully obvious he wasn’t. Physical pain was a lot easier to admit than mental or emotional pain.}

"I'm fine. How did you get here- Whatever. Nothing hurts I'm just.. frazzled. Worried about Gerry."

He shrugs. He looks physically alive, maybe a little pale and there's a new scar on his throat, but he's alive. His eyes are more haunted than they should be.

"I appreciate it."

uh… anon logic…? {they answered to the ‘how did you get here’ question, still quite worried.}

look, Michael… I’m here if you want to talk, but… I won’t press any further if you don’t want to either, ok? I’m just… worried, I suppose.

"Dying twice in a day followed by a breakdown over Gerry hasn't exactly been... great. But I'll be fine. You coming to check in on me is more than enough right now. I'm sure you've got plenty on your plate, however-"

Hey I know you're busy with spiral michael but that other one? You know, the one with the distortion gerry? Yeah he's not doing too hot either. Died twice and got resurrected twice in the same day, not fun! I don't remember if you cared about him, but hey! Another son for you!

…I’m sorry he what-

@should-have-spiraled are… are you alright??

yeah I'm okay. More worried about Gerry right now, but we're figuring it out.

I'm gonna propose to them properly I don't care that he's already wearing the ring I bought-

Anyways, yes, I'm fine. Tired and slightly shaken, but otherwise fine.

{they look… unconvinced, to say the least.}

alright… anything physically hurt? I can sort of numb certain pains… {they tried. It was a tactic used often on their own distortion, when he insisted he was fine even though it was painfully obvious he wasn’t. Physical pain was a lot easier to admit than mental or emotional pain.}

"I'm fine. How did you get here- Whatever. Nothing hurts I'm just.. frazzled. Worried about Gerry."

He shrugs. He looks physically alive, maybe a little pale and there's a new scar on his throat, but he's alive. His eyes are more haunted than they should be.

"I appreciate it."

Hey I know you're busy with spiral michael but that other one? You know, the one with the distortion gerry? Yeah he's not doing too hot either. Died twice and got resurrected twice in the same day, not fun! I don't remember if you cared about him, but hey! Another son for you!

…I’m sorry he what-

@should-have-spiraled are… are you alright??

#what should have been #double dead #//he is most certainly Not Fine!

yeah I'm okay. More worried about Gerry right now, but we're figuring it out.

I'm gonna propose to them properly I don't care that he's already wearing the ring I bought-

Anyways, yes, I'm fine. Tired and slightly shaken, but otherwise fine.

When Michael wakes up (when had he fallen out?), he finds himself sitting on the couch, Ger curled up by his side. The Distortion comes out of the kitchen, supporting a very persistent Gerry who had a bowl in his hands.

He set it down on the coffee table in front of Micheal, and it was very clearly one of Micheal's favorite desserts.

He rubs his eyes and yawns, sitting himself up properly with one arm still around Ger. After getting his bearings, he looks up at Gerry, almost panicked for a moment. He's not bothered by the dessert right now, as sweet as it is that they made it, he's focused on the lover who had been hurting.

"Hey.."

He drops to his knees next to Micheal, laying his head on his lover's lap. “'m sorry I scared you.”

#what should have been #get it twisted #double dead

Michael leans forward and curls around Gerry, trying hard not to start crying again.

"I'm sorry too.. I don't- I can't lose you. Not now.. not again.. I fought with Terminus for you, I'm not losing you right after that." He manages a weak chuckle and tilts Gerry's head up to look him in the eye.

"I love you. You already know I wanna marry you."

When Michael wakes up (when had he fallen out?), he finds himself sitting on the couch, Ger curled up by his side. The Distortion comes out of the kitchen, supporting a very persistent Gerry who had a bowl in his hands.

He set it down on the coffee table in front of Micheal, and it was very clearly one of Micheal's favorite desserts.

He rubs his eyes and yawns, sitting himself up properly with one arm still around Ger. After getting his bearings, he looks up at Gerry, almost panicked for a moment. He's not bothered by the dessert right now, as sweet as it is that they made it, he's focused on the lover who had been hurting.

"Hey.."

#statement of...#live recording #what should have been #get it twisted #double dead

"Gerry?"

It's Michael, alive and well, standing supported by the Distortion and Ger. He looks tired and beaten down, but otherwise distinctly alive and still covered in dirt.

How had Michael found him? How had he known where his boyfriend- no, fiance- would be?

Michael walks over and kicks some bottles to the side, literally dropping to his knees next to the couch.

@should-have-spiraled

He doesn't look well. He's clearly zoned out, and he's barely paying attention to anything. The Distortion frowns, but lets Micheal take the lead, beginning to pick up the bottles all over the ground.

As Micheal studies Gerry closer, his arms are literally soaked in his own blood, and some of the cuts are fresher than others. The couch and his shirt look like a fucking murder scene. His eyes are hazy, but he's breathing.

His heart fucking shatters.

That's his Gerry, his fault, his love.

Michael gently takes Gerry's hand and kisses the back of it. He uses his other hand to carefully tilt his love's head enough to look into his eyes properly.

"Gerry.. C'mon.. It's me.." His voice trembles as he speaks.

His eyes focus, just a little, and he whines softly, reaching out for him.

Michael guides Gerry’s hand to his cheek and smiles faintly.

“I’m here, firebug.. Come back..”

He doesn't seem to be registering this as reality, but his touch is gentle and reverent all the same. He mumbles something incoherent, his eyes going back to hazy.

Ger comes over with a bunch of bandages, setting them on the coffee table before moving back over to the Distortion, giving both of them some space.

He kisses Gerry’s forehead gently and starts carefully wrapping his forearms with the bandages. Tears start to slip from his eyes, but he holds back just enough to prevent himself from fully breaking down just yet

Once he was bandaged up, he passed out, his breathing steadying out. The second that he's out like a light, the Distortion and Ger come over, settling next to Micheal to support him while he breaks down.

And he does. Of course he does. Dying and being brought back twice in one day has his mind a little frazzled anyway, his emotions are on high.

Michael pulls Gerry closer to him and sobs into his shoulder, clinging to him as tightly as he can.

He blames himself. He doesn't need Anons to make him feel bad for this one, he knows it's true. Maybe he couldn't have prevented this from happening, but maybe had he not gotten so attached upon meeting him again, Maybe had he distanced himself just like he tried to, maybe this wouldn't be happening.

They cuddle close to both of them, one of their hands running through Micheal's hair. It's hard to tell who it is, but they're all there. All together.

"I-I'm sorry.." Michael finally chokes out after so long of sobbing incomprehensibly.

It's not quite clear what he's apologizing for, just that his heart is broken about it and he's barely functioning.

The Distortion kisses his cheek. “Not your fault. Never your fault.” It whispered, standing up, bundling him and Gerry into its arms.

He curls up against it and keeps his arms tight around Gerry.

"I'm sorry.. I love you.. I wanted everything to go properly when I proposed 'n i was gonna do it before everything happened and- and-" He's sobbing again. At least this time he's not completely unresponsive.

Ger gently shushes him, as they open a door and slip through. They're not mad. Simply concerned.

He doesn't notice the door opening, nor any movement. What, between his tears and the hyperfocus on every little movement Gerry makes, he has no time for anything else.

He feels horrible and keeps mumbling apologies to nobody in particular as he runs his hand through Gerry's hair.

"Gerry?"

It's Michael, alive and well, standing supported by the Distortion and Ger. He looks tired and beaten down, but otherwise distinctly alive and still covered in dirt.

How had Michael found him? How had he known where his boyfriend- no, fiance- would be?

Michael walks over and kicks some bottles to the side, literally dropping to his knees next to the couch.

@should-have-spiraled

He doesn't look well. He's clearly zoned out, and he's barely paying attention to anything. The Distortion frowns, but lets Micheal take the lead, beginning to pick up the bottles all over the ground.

As Micheal studies Gerry closer, his arms are literally soaked in his own blood, and some of the cuts are fresher than others. The couch and his shirt look like a fucking murder scene. His eyes are hazy, but he's breathing.

His heart fucking shatters.

That's his Gerry, his fault, his love.

Michael gently takes Gerry's hand and kisses the back of it. He uses his other hand to carefully tilt his love's head enough to look into his eyes properly.

"Gerry.. C'mon.. It's me.." His voice trembles as he speaks.

His eyes focus, just a little, and he whines softly, reaching out for him.

Michael guides Gerry’s hand to his cheek and smiles faintly.

“I’m here, firebug.. Come back..”

He doesn't seem to be registering this as reality, but his touch is gentle and reverent all the same. He mumbles something incoherent, his eyes going back to hazy.

Ger comes over with a bunch of bandages, setting them on the coffee table before moving back over to the Distortion, giving both of them some space.

He kisses Gerry’s forehead gently and starts carefully wrapping his forearms with the bandages. Tears start to slip from his eyes, but he holds back just enough to prevent himself from fully breaking down just yet

Once he was bandaged up, he passed out, his breathing steadying out. The second that he's out like a light, the Distortion and Ger come over, settling next to Micheal to support him while he breaks down.

And he does. Of course he does. Dying and being brought back twice in one day has his mind a little frazzled anyway, his emotions are on high.

Michael pulls Gerry closer to him and sobs into his shoulder, clinging to him as tightly as he can.

He blames himself. He doesn't need Anons to make him feel bad for this one, he knows it's true. Maybe he couldn't have prevented this from happening, but maybe had he not gotten so attached upon meeting him again, Maybe had he distanced himself just like he tried to, maybe this wouldn't be happening.

They cuddle close to both of them, one of their hands running through Micheal's hair. It's hard to tell who it is, but they're all there. All together.

"I-I'm sorry.." Michael finally chokes out after so long of sobbing incomprehensibly.

It's not quite clear what he's apologizing for, just that his heart is broken about it and he's barely functioning.

The Distortion kisses his cheek. “Not your fault. Never your fault.” It whispered, standing up, bundling him and Gerry into its arms.

He curls up against it and keeps his arms tight around Gerry.

"I'm sorry.. I love you.. I wanted everything to go properly when I proposed 'n i was gonna do it before everything happened and- and-" He's sobbing again. At least this time he's not completely unresponsive.

"Gerry?"

It's Michael, alive and well, standing supported by the Distortion and Ger. He looks tired and beaten down, but otherwise distinctly alive and still covered in dirt.

How had Michael found him? How had he known where his boyfriend- no, fiance- would be?

Michael walks over and kicks some bottles to the side, literally dropping to his knees next to the couch.

@should-have-spiraled

He doesn't look well. He's clearly zoned out, and he's barely paying attention to anything. The Distortion frowns, but lets Micheal take the lead, beginning to pick up the bottles all over the ground.

As Micheal studies Gerry closer, his arms are literally soaked in his own blood, and some of the cuts are fresher than others. The couch and his shirt look like a fucking murder scene. His eyes are hazy, but he's breathing.

His heart fucking shatters.

That's his Gerry, his fault, his love.

Michael gently takes Gerry's hand and kisses the back of it. He uses his other hand to carefully tilt his love's head enough to look into his eyes properly.

"Gerry.. C'mon.. It's me.." His voice trembles as he speaks.

His eyes focus, just a little, and he whines softly, reaching out for him.

Michael guides Gerry’s hand to his cheek and smiles faintly.

“I’m here, firebug.. Come back..”

He doesn't seem to be registering this as reality, but his touch is gentle and reverent all the same. He mumbles something incoherent, his eyes going back to hazy.

Ger comes over with a bunch of bandages, setting them on the coffee table before moving back over to the Distortion, giving both of them some space.

He kisses Gerry’s forehead gently and starts carefully wrapping his forearms with the bandages. Tears start to slip from his eyes, but he holds back just enough to prevent himself from fully breaking down just yet

Once he was bandaged up, he passed out, his breathing steadying out. The second that he's out like a light, the Distortion and Ger come over, settling next to Micheal to support him while he breaks down.

And he does. Of course he does. Dying and being brought back twice in one day has his mind a little frazzled anyway, his emotions are on high.

Michael pulls Gerry closer to him and sobs into his shoulder, clinging to him as tightly as he can.

He blames himself. He doesn't need Anons to make him feel bad for this one, he knows it's true. Maybe he couldn't have prevented this from happening, but maybe had he not gotten so attached upon meeting him again, Maybe had he distanced himself just like he tried to, maybe this wouldn't be happening.

They cuddle close to both of them, one of their hands running through Micheal's hair. It's hard to tell who it is, but they're all there. All together.