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[kahnah23]

Thank you so much!!! I loved the story!! I was very excited to read it while waiting to pick up my RTX badge! <3 <3 <3 Exactly what I had hoped for. You're the best!

Aaaaaah, I’m so happy you enjoyed it! Thank you for all your support!!!

And omg, you’re at RTX?! I’m so jealous, I wish I could go too! Have fun over there!!!

[spiderjockey]

Hey friend! I'm happy to hear that you're writing again. <3 <3 I love going back to read your stories, especially when I need a pick-me-up because I always know I'm going to enjoy your fics. Take your time writing your next piece- your writing always turns out absolutely wonderful and is always a joy to read. We can all wait for quality. ^_^

haha thank youuuu <333333 since Minecraft au is next up on the board, it may take some time since that fic was so plot-heavy, so thanks for stickin with me :)

[mogartrash]

It's your birthday?! HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHU!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

it is!!! it is that day!!!!!!

THANK YOU LOVELY FRIEND <3

[kahnah23]

Thank you!!! <3 <3 <3 You're awesome for writing that for me! I loved it! Just want I envisioned for Michael and Ray-the perfect little ending for those two babies. Thank you for doing this for me! You're amazing! <3 <3 <3

Haha, I’m really glad you enjoyed it!

I hope you’ll have a great birthday!

[kahnah23]

So I heard it’s the @greenpuma88 birthday!

Which reminded me of something she liked to see and I guess today is the perfect day for it.

So sorry if it’s rushed but I hope you still like it!

Spoiler warning for Gemini Dream!

Happy Birthday!

Everything was a white, dimmed light, kinda like fog on a winter morning. It wasn’t cold though, if anything, it felt exactly right.

Ray wasn’t sweating with his heavy cloak but also didn’t have to curl into it. He just stood there and wondered why he wasn’t blinded by the light. It had been dark before. A dark, dark time. But that was over now.

He turned around and found a figure standing a few steps behind him, facing the wrong way. It made him smile.

“Michael,” he called. His voice didn’t echo, as if this place wasn’t empty but full. Full with many, many things.

The figure turned around and sure enough it was Michael. He hadn’t doubted it for a second.

Mogar was missing, his sword gone and when Ray checked, he also found his rapier missing. Out here, they didn’t need it anymore.

Michael mouthed his name, hand reaching up to his throat that wasn’t red and crushed. When he noticed that, he asked, “Ray?”

They smiled at each other and Michael took a step towards him before hesitating.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said. “You stood next to Jack and next to Geoff.”

No, he had stood on the roof with the abyss beneath. He had sit behind Gavin and had tried to embrace him before going ahead.

“It’s alright,” he assured the other. “I am meant to be here, I think.”

Michael seemed a bit confused by that but his smile returned. “I’m glad that you are here.”

“Me too.”

“The last time I was here it was hell,” he went on and Ray was a bit surprised. Michael had never talked about that before.

“I stood here and it was fire and heat and I was alone,” he went on and then, thoughtfully, “That’s the worst thing, isn’t it? Being alone?”

It was. He had watched Ryan die and Gavin had disappeared with a quick wave and the promise of tomorrow.

Michael had swung in the wind.

And he had been left alone.

“It is,” he agreed with a shaking voice.

Michael noticed because Michael always noticed.

“I didn’t know where to go,” he said. “So I just stood here and didn’t dare to move forward. I was scared to walk through it again. I can’t do that.”

“I’m here now, Michael. I am here to show you the way.” It should been him who offered his hand but it was Michael. Michael had offered his hand in a thousand worlds and in each his hand was warm and gentle, just like right now.

Rach squeezed it and was pulled closer until they shared the same space and the same warmth and he closed his eyes. Closed his eyes and let his head rest on Michael’s shoulder.

Just for a moment, like a quick nap.

Michael let him, just held him tight to make sure he was real and here.

“Where’s Gavin?” Michael asked after a while and Ray took a step back to look into his eyes.

“He’ll catch up, he told me.” Tugging at his hand, he lead Michael into the white. “Come on then. You know we’ll always find each other.”

[kahnah23]

“You look really tired.”-Maybe something with Michael-angst??? Up to you though. <3

I’m always here for Michael-angst! I hope Novo is okay with you?

“Michael?” Jack asked quietly as he opened the door, hoping to just find him still asleep. But the blinds were drawn and the room pitch black. Jack’s hand lingered over the lightswitch before thinking better off it.

Searching his way to the bed, he sat down on the edge and could hear Michael’s labored breathing.

“Pumpkin?”

A soft groan was his answer and carefully Jack brushed his hand against Michael’s face. It was hot, felt like he had a fever as he laid his hand across his eyes.

“I will switch on the light now.” The boy whined at that and Jack’s heart sank. “I need to take a look at you, Michael.”

He touched the nightlight on the desk and quickly dimmed it down with a few taps. Still he kept his hand over Michael’s eyes to block the little light out.

Light made it worse, he knew that. It wasn’t unlike a migraine sometimes. Loud noises were even worse.

Michael had his teeth clenched as he writhed on the bed and as carefully as possible, Jack brushed his hair away. He wasn’t even sure why he needed to look at the bullet wound, it wasn’t like it would start to bleed or anything but he just had to make sure.

“Jack,” Michael groaned as he turned his head. Jack let his hand carefully sink so that they could watch each other.

He hated it. Seeing his boy in so much pain, seeing how bloodshot his eyes were and it was true, it was better than the alternative - still.

Still…

“You look really tired,” he said quietly as if that wasn’t obvious. “You didn’t get any sleep again. Should have called me, pumpkin.”

“It hurts,” Michael sobbed exhausted. “My head…”

“I know.” He stroke through the curls while climbing in Michael’s bed. The boy instinctively curled into him, crying weakly into his side.

“It’ll pass, baby,” Jack assured him. “It always does.”

[montes-carpatus]

Hi friend! Gayzer Team (Specifically Hagan/Zach) if you're interested: Hagan confronts Zach after he returns from time at home with bruises. Basically, Zach's dad is abusive and Zach doesn't fight back. Hagan comforts Zach. Fluff, angst, & hurt/comfort. <3

Home wasn’t where the heart was.

Summary: If only he could heal bruises like he healed hearts.

Weekends became hell and training became paradise. Home wasn’t where the heart was, it was where the yelling, screaming, and the pain came from. He had been able to hide it for so long. He took it all in to only unleash it during football or his heroic training.

This time was a different story. His eye had been bruised black and blue, and lingered by the time he returned to the base.

“Shit,” he swore as he looked at himself in the mirror of his private bathroom. He pressed a cloth soaked in cold water against his eye.

“Hey Zach! Glad to see you back,” Hagan shouted as he walked casually into Zach’s room. He turned to see Zach in the bathroom, panicking . “You okay? Got hurt?”

“Yeah, you can say that,” Zach sighed as he took off the towel to reveal the damage. It didn’t take Hagan very long to catch on. He had cases of domestic abuse in his earlier years.

He was no longer in that authoritative position to pursue a case, even though the proof stood right in front of him.

“God, fuck,” Hagan cursed as he pulled Zach into his arms. He cupped the back of his, feeling his hair between his fingers. He squeezed him a little.

“I’ll be alright,” Zach said. Hagan pulled away to look into his eyes. Zach could see the littlest bit of tears forming in his older eyes.

“No! God, fuck, no! You’re staying with me from now on,” he told him. “I won’t let anyone, ever lay a hand on you like that again.”

Slowly but surely, Hagan saw the bruises on his arms, on his legs, and on his back. Old and new. His hands trembled as he touched them, as if Zach was porcelain himself.

The delicacy of Hagan’s hands made him cry. He curled himself into Hagan’s body and let the emotions he had been holding in for so long, free.  Hagan let him until he was dried out. He took deep breaths as he let himself rest in Hagan’s arms.

“Can you stay the night?” Zach mumbled into his chest. Hagan was already drowsy from laying in the bed for so long.

“Well, at this point I was going to stay anyways. But for you, always,” Hagan promised. He let Zach take his place next to him. His face blotchy and red from crying. “I’ll be your shield.”

[spiderjockey]

Although I would love for a new story from you, I'd rather you not stress out about them. <3 Your stories are amazing and you're an awesome person for putting so much effort into them but please don't stress too much. If it helps to take a break from writing again, then do so. Just take care of yourself and don't stress too much from your fics. (And for the record, I'd love to beta but I don't think I'd be much help-I'd spend a good bit of time fangirling over your work. ^_^)

(sorry the late reply, busy as hell ;__;)

gosh you always have such an amazing way with words that really make me feel like i’m already back on my feet, it’s really fantastic. I dunno much about your personal life, but i’d seriously consider going into some field where you can influence people for the better – you’re very good at lifting people’s spirits. i always feel motivated and inspired whenever i see a message from you. i read it repeatedly over the course of a few days. 

sorry to make this public, but i really wanted to show my appreciation! <3