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[victorscanero]

Should i start writing again?

hi! I don't know if anyone even remembers me lol i kinda left when i had literally one chapter left on my Au to write and I'm grateful for the attention it got and i would like to start again!! I was in a bad spot mental health wise and jusy couldn't get myself to write BUT!! ANYWAYS!!! if i were to start writing one shots would you guys be interested in reading them?

[paladinpeterparker]

The Horror Movie Marathon

[Here’s the ~spoopy~ tyrus fanfic that y’all wanted! I hope it’s okay, but I haven’t published tyrus fic yet so we’ll see! Of course, all comments/reblogs/likes are appreciated (unless the comments are negative. then they are not appreciated). anyways, hope this fic gets all of you in a spooky mood.]

AO3

Usually, Cyrus loved Halloween. He loved dressing up and getting free candy and cute, glowing jack-o-lanterns. What Cyrus didn’t like was the scary part of Halloween. The after-dark spooks that jumped out at him from behind buildings and in bushes. The horror movies that he bailed out of after the first minute. He didn’t like that part.

And that’s why he didn’t love this Halloween.

The usual Halloween get-together at the Mack house had turned into a horror movie marathon. Jonah and Buffy had decided that, since it was their first year of high school, they were all going to “grow up” and watch horror movies. Andi and Cyrus were not so keen on this plan but were dragged along by the promise of milkshakes and baby taters picked up from The Spoon by Bex. And, of course, Cyrus’s final condition for a horror movie marathon: TJ.

Honestly, Cyrus had thought it was going to be much more difficult to get TJ invited to the Halloween party. Instead, it went something like this:

“Andi, Buffy,” Cyrus said, leaning on the table at their booth in The Spoon. “I would like to invite TJ to the Halloween party.”

Buffy, of course, frowned. “Why?”

Cyrus sighed. “Because, Buffy. He’s my friend.”

Buffy raised an eyebrow. “Just your friend?”

Andi elbowed Buffy in the side, and the two exchanged a look. “Of course you can invite TJ, Cyrus,” Andi said, smiling.

So, now, Cyrus was anxiously sitting in the living room, waiting for TJ to arrive. He didn’t know why he was anxious -- after all, it was just TJ. It’s not like Cyrus had a crush on him or anything.

“Cyrus,” Buffy said, looking over at him from the other side of the couch. “What’s up? You look nervous.”

Andi shifted on the couch next to Buffy, turning to look at Cyrus. Jonah did the same.

“Are you nervous about watching the horror movies?” Andi asked, frowning. “I’ll admit, I’m not too excited about them, either.” She shot Buffy a look, but Buffy just grinned.

“The horror movies won’t even be that bad, honestly.” Buffy rolled her eyes. “And, besides, I doubt that’s why Cyrus is nervous.”

“I’m not nervous,” Cyrus said. “Not about anything. Not at all. Besides, if I was nervous, what would I even be nervous about?”

Buffy gave Cyrus a devilish smile. “I bet you’re nervous about--”

She was cut off by the sound of the doorbell. Cyrus’s head whipped around to look at the door. “Who’s gonna get that?” Cyrus asked.

Andi stood up. “I’ll get it. I bet it’s just some trick-or-treaters.”

She crossed the living room and walked to the front door. Cyrus watched as the opened the door and grinned at the person outside. “TJ! Come in!”

At the mention of TJ’s name, Cyrus’s heart did a little flip. He ignored it. He was not going to make a fool out of himself. Not today.

TJ came into the living room, Andi walking behind him. He looked at the group, giving them a half smile. “Buffy, Jonah. Hi.”

Then, he looked at Cyrus, and his face broke into a grin. “Underdog. Hey!”

The group all waved to TJ, Cyrus more than the others. He gave an enthusiastic, “TJ!” However, his nerves made the enthusiastic comment more of a squeak, and he immediately cringed at himself.

TJ walked over to the couch and gestured to the empty seat next to Cyrus. “Mind if I sit?”

Cyrus shook his head. “Not at all.”

Andi rejoined the group on the couch, and they all turned to look at the television.

“Well,” Buffy said. “It’s time to start our horror movie marathon.” She clapped her hands together and grinned manically at the group. “Where should we start?”

--

By the time they began the second movie, Cyrus knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep for weeks. Outside, it had begun to rain, which only made the whole experience creepier. They had turned off the lights in the living room in order to see the television better, and now Cyrus couldn’t tell if the dark shapes in the corner were furniture, or if they were crawling demons waiting to come to kill him.

He shifted in his seat and realized that he had been leaning against TJ. Not just slightly leaning against him, but full-on, TJ-should-have-noticed-this-by-now leaning. Cyrus quickly sat up, then focused on the movie playing on the television. He would not look over at TJ. He would just watch the movie.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw TJ looking at him. Now, he figured that TJ had known Cyrus was leaning against him. He was probably too polite to have said anything to Cyrus.

Cyrus was freaking out.

In his head, Cyrus was chanting Don’t make eye contact. Don’t make eye contact. Don’t make--

He glanced over at TJ, and their eyes met.

Cyrus turned back to the television so quickly he thought he would snap his neck, and he saw TJ do the same.

This was bound to be a long night.

Outside, a bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating the room for a brief second. Cyrus saw Andi jump in her seat. “I think the power’s going to go out,” she remarked.

Buffy looked over at Andi and made a face. “It’s not going to go out. You’re just trying to get out of watching this movie.”

“I’m with Andi,” Cyrus said. “I think we should turn off the movie and go find some flashlights, y’know, just in case the power does go out.”

Buffy turned and glared at Cyrus. “Now I know that you’re just trying to get out of the movie.”

Cyrus shrugged. “Can you really blame me?”

Buffy rolled her eyes and turned back to the television. “Whatever. The power isn’t going to go out.”

Just then, a clap of thunder shook the house, and the television turned off. Cyrus turned around and saw that the lights in the kitchen had gone out.

“Buffy,” TJ said, grinning at Buffy. “What were you just saying?”

Everyone laughed except Buffy, who just scoffed.

The room around them was even darker than it had been before. If any demon was going to try to kill them, now would be its chance. Cyrus pulled his feet up onto the couch, not wanting to get dragged across the floor by some paranormal being.

“We should go try to find some flashlights. We don’t know how long the power will be out for,” Andi said.

“Okay,” Buffy said, standing up. “Where are the flashlights?”

Andi paused for a moment, thinking. “Well, we have some in a box upstairs. We also have a few big flashlights down in the basement.”

“Wait,” Jonah interjected. “You have a basement?”

Andi made a face. “Yeah. Didn’t you know that?”

Jonah shook his head, then realized Andi probably couldn’t see it. “Nope.”

“Well, then,” Buffy spoke up. “I think Cyrus should go down to the basement and get the flashlights. The rest of us can look around up here for flashlights.”

“What?” Cyrus asked. “Why me?”

Buffy shrugged. “You were the first person that came to mind.”

“That’s not fair!” Cyrus said indignantly. “I don’t want to get killed in Andi’s basement. I’m not going down there!”

“I’ll go with you, Cyrus,” TJ said from beside him.

Cyrus paused, contemplating, then spoke, “Alright. I’ll go.”

Buffy clasped her hands together. “Perfect! Now, Andi, you should probably tell them where the basement is so they don’t get lost.”

Cyrus tried to focus as Andi gave him the directions to get down to the basement, but he was torn between not wanting to be murdered in the basement and being happy that TJ volunteered to go with him.

Apparently, as Cyrus was thinking, Andi had finished talking. Now, Buffy was shooing them off the couch, and they were headed to the basement. TJ was muttering Andi’s directions out loud as they walked, which Cyrus couldn’t help but find adorable.

“Okay, we turn left here, and there should be a door leading down to the basement.” TJ reached out and felt for a door. “I think there’s a door here.” He fumbled for the doorknob, and Cyrus heard the door swing open with a creak.

“There’s a staircase leading down to the basement,” TJ said, stepping forward. “Don’t fall down the stairs, okay? I wouldn’t want to be alone in the basement.”

“I’ll try my best,” Cyrus said, and, though he couldn’t see it, TJ smiled at him.

They walked down into the basement, carefully making their way down the stairs. There were a few small windows lining the top of the basement’s walls, letting in a faint light from outside. Cyrus stayed behind TJ as they stepped down onto the concrete floor, thinking that TJ could probably fight off a poltergeist better than he could. “Alright,” TJ said, “let’s find the flashlights and get out of here.”

They walked into the middle of the room. Cyrus squinted at the cluttered shelves in front of him, looking for the yellow flashlights that Andi described. TJ searched the shelves next to him.

TJ crouched down slightly to look at one of the bottom shelves, and let out a triumphant “ah-ha!”

“Did you find them?” Cyrus asked, looking down at the shelf.

“I think so,” TJ said.

Just as TJ reached out to grab one of the flashlights, the door to the basement slammed shut. Cyrus jumped backward, knocking into the shelf behind him.

“What was that?” Cyrus asked, only slightly terrified.

TJ let out a chuckle. “It was just the door, Cyrus. It was nothing to be scared of.”

“Sorry,” Cyrus muttered. “I guess those movies made me a little skittish.”

“Do you need to hold my hand?” TJ asked, teasing Cyrus slightly.

Before he realized it was a joke, Cyrus blurted out, “yes.”

The two boys fell quiet, and Cyrus felt himself turning red, which, luckily, TJ couldn’t see. Cyrus knew he had just messed up big time. There was no coming back from this. TJ was probably weirded out now, and would probably never talk to Cyrus again.

Then, Cyrus felt a hand slip into his. Not realizing it was TJ, Cyrus jumped, let out a scream, and jerked his hand away.

TJ just laughed. “Cyrus, calm down. It’s not a demon, I promise.”

Cyrus let out a small laugh. “Oh. Right.”

In the dim light coming in from the basement window, Cyrus saw TJ hold out his hand. “Let’s try that again,” TJ said.

Slowly, Cyrus reached out and placed his hand in TJ’s. He felt the other boy shift his hand slightly, then laced their fingers together.

Cyrus almost passed out.

“Since it seems like we’ve got some time to spare,” TJ said, “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Cyrus felt his heart speed up. “What?”

Just as TJ opened his mouth to talk, the door to the basement swung open with a bang. Cyrus screamed again and practically dove behind TJ for cover. A flashlight beam cut across the basement floor, and footsteps began to descend down the dark staircase.

Buffy wasn’t exactly surprised when she entered the basement and saw TJ and Cyrus standing together. In fact, she almost laughed when she saw Cyrus cowered behind TJ and TJ with a smile on his face and his hand still holding Cyrus’s hand.

“TJ, Cyrus, stop fooling around and get the flashlights. Hurry up. We’ve been waiting for you.” Neither of them could see the knowing smile on Buffy’s face as she spoke.

“Sorry,” TJ said. “We just got a little scared.”

“Right,” Buffy said. “Just...get the flashlights and come upstairs.”

She turned around and walked back out of the basement. The moment she was gone, TJ turned to face Cyrus and let go of his hand. “I guess we need to get the flashlights now.”

Cyrus held up a hand. “Wait, TJ. What were you going to say before?”

TJ paused and looked down at the ground, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I was going to say, uh…” he trailed off, glancing over at Cyrus. “Happy Halloween!”

TJ quickly moved past Cyrus, grabbing the flashlights off the shelf. Cyrus, meanwhile, was giving TJ an incredulous look. “That’s what you were going to tell me? Really?”

TJ made a face. “Yes?”

Cyrus frowned. “I don’t believe you.”

“You don’t?” TJ asked. “I thought I was pretty convincing.”

Cyrus rolled his eyes. “You weren’t.”

The two of them stood there, looking at each other in silence. Before he had the chance to stop himself, Cyrus moved forward and kissed TJ.

In the brief second that their first kiss happened, the power flickered back on. Cyrus could hear the faint sound of his friends cheering upstairs, and as he pulled away from TJ, he started to laugh.

“Guess we didn’t need the flashlights,” he said.

TJ looked down at the flashlights in his hands, then laughed. “Guess we didn’t.”

[paladinpeterparker]

Your Last Words // Tyrus

Summary: Everyone has the last words they'll ever hear their soulmate say written on their wrist. For some, the words on their wrist are pretty mundane for last words. But, for Cyrus Goodman and TJ Kippen, the words on their wrists are not normal. Both Cyrus and TJ fear that they'll never find their soulmate. Then, one day, Cyrus finally realizes that his soulmate has been there all along.

[Hope you all enjoy this fic! This soulmate AU idea is based on a Tumblr post that I saw, so the credit for this idea goes to whoever came up with this idea. Also, on a side note: my apologies if my stupid fucking “keep reading” isn’t working and you have to scroll all the way past this. I can’t seem to get the “keep reading” to function. I think I’m cursed, I swear. Anyways.]

“Cyrus, I’m in love with you.” The words had been on Cyrus’s skin for as long as he could remember. That’s how it was for everyone. Everyone in the world had a sentence on their wrist. For some, it was a short sentence, even just a word. For some, it was a long, wordy sentence, full of beautiful words and memories. These words weren’t random. Each person had written on their wrists the last words that they would ever hear their soulmate say. Most people choose to keep the words on their wrists a secret. Some people choose to share them with close friends or family. Andi, Buffy, and Cyrus had all shared their words with one another. Andi’s was pretty normal. It said, “Thank you for everything.” Buffy’s was less normal: “I’m so, so sorry.” Cyrus’s was the one that confused all three of them. His didn’t seem like a person’s dying words. It didn’t seem like something that had been planned or thought out. It wasn’t anything really mundane, either. The words had confused him since the day he understood what they meant. What they really meant.

All that Cyrus knew was that no one had ever said those words to him, so at least he was sure that his soulmate was alive and was out there. Somewhere. He hadn’t really been confident that he would ever find his soulmate, though. At first, he had thought that Jonah could be his soulmate, but, over time, as he and Jonah grew closer, he realized that the idea of Jonah being his soulmate was completely far-fetched. After this, he was back to feeling as if he would never meet his soulmate. Then, TJ walked into his life. Cyrus wasn’t sure that TJ was his soulmate. He couldn’t be, anyway. He didn't know if TJ even liked him back. He didn’t even know if TJ liked boys. He figured that the idea of TJ being his soulmate was just as out-there as the idea of Jonah being his soulmate. But, he still had hope, and, the more his crush on TJ grew, the more he hoped that TJ was his soulmate. The words on Cyrus’s wrist unnerved him, though, especially if he thought that TJ could be his soulmate. Did that mean that he would never get to have a relationship with his soulmate? Would they die right after confessing their feelings? Part of Cyrus wanted TJ to be his soulmate. Then, part of him didn’t, because he knew that he may never get to fully love his soulmate -- they would probably die right before he got to say that he loved them, too.

—

“TJ, look out!” No one was sure what to think of the words written on TJ’s wrist. They didn’t seem to have any deeper meaning. They were just...ominous. TJ, of course, had nightmares about them. He would dream about his soulmate telling him to look out, then him getting shot. He would dream that he would hear his soulmate yell these words, then he would slip off a ladder and fall to his death. Sometimes, he would even dream that his soulmate would yell those words, then push him out of the path of a car or a bus, and they would end up dying just to save his life. TJ wasn’t sure he liked the concept of knowing the last words he would ever hear his soulmate say to him. He often wished that he could just live without knowing that he may lose his soulmate before he even knew that they were his soulmate. TJ’s words sometimes interfered with his daily life, too. During basketball, whenever a basketball came close to hitting TJ, he would hear someone yell, “TJ, look out!” and, instead of moving aside or ducking, he would look frantically for the source of the voice. While TJ may have been paranoid about the words written on his wrist, he wasn’t confident that he would ever find his soulmate. A year ago or so, TJ had had a crush on Marty, which hadn’t gone anywhere. He had thought that maybe they could be soulmates. But, it became obvious that Marty was into Buffy, and, after that, TJ moved on, and moved back to being sure that there was no one out there for him. Who knows? Maybe his soulmate was already gone. He was confident that he would never find a soulmate until that day at the swings when he got to know Cyrus. He didn’t let himself feel too much hope, though. Cyrus might not be his soulmate, and it would be foolish to think otherwise. As they grew closer, TJ tried to keep from hoping. He tried to keep from thinking that Cyrus could be his soulmate. Every time Cyrus smiled at him, every time they laughed together, TJ found it harder and harder to keep this hope at bay.

—

This hope was dangerous, at least, to TJ. Everyday, mundane moments with Cyrus could make his blood run cold just at the sound of three words.

One day, TJ finally saw how dangerous this hope was. The sun had just set, and TJ and Cyrus were sitting on the swings. They had gone out to eat to celebrate TJ getting a B on a math test, and had wound up on the playground.

Cyrus was swinging high on the swings, and TJ was simply watching him. Seeing Cyrus’s face lit up with laughter was somehow better than any math grade that he could have received. As TJ was looking at Cyrus, Cyrus glances over at TJ and caught him staring. For a brief moment, their eyes met, then, flustered, TJ looked down at his watch. “It’s getting pretty late, underdog. We should get going.” “Alright,” Cyrus said. “Just another minute of swinging. Please?” TJ rolled his eyes, pretending to be annoyed. “Fine.” He stood up and stretched. Without looking where he was going, he stepped forward, right in front of Cyrus’s swing. As Cyrus swung towards him, he yelled, “TJ, look out!” TJ jumped out of the way, moving before the words had a chance to set in. When they did, he felt the blood drain from his face. He looked up at Cyrus, who was watching him with a quizzical expression on his face. “What’s wrong?” Cyrus asked. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” Seeing that Cyrus was okay, TJ felt his panic shift to anger. “Cyrus, what the hell?”

—

Cyrus wasn’t sure why TJ was reacting this way. He had simply told TJ to move out of the way so he wouldn’t get hit by a swinging Cyrus. Now, TJ looked simultaneously like he wanted to pass out and he wanted to scream. Cyrus wasn’t quite sure which he would do. “I’m sorry,” Cyrus sputtered. “I really am. I didn’t mean to offend you or anything.” Cyrus stepped closer to TJ, who was looking down at the ground. Cyrus reached out and put a hand on TJ’s shoulder; TJ was shaking. Concerned, Cyrus asked, “TJ, are you okay?” TJ shook his head. “I don’t think so.” Cyrus frowned. “Wanna talk about it?” “Not really,” TJ replied. The two boys were silent for a moment, then TJ spoke up. “Those words, Cyrus, they...” TJ trailed off. “They...what?” Cyrus asked. “What about them?” Before he spoke again, TJ reached down and pushed up the sleeve of his hoodie, pointing to the words on his wrist. “They’re the same words that are written here.” Without thinking, Cyrus stepped forward, closer to TJ, and examined the words on his wrist: “TJ, look out!” “Oh, yikes,” Cyrus said. “Sorry, then, for saying that.” “You don’t have to be sorry,” TJ said. “It’s not your fault.” Cyrus was still looking at the words scrawled on TJ’s skin. “Why did you freak out though, when I said it?” He paused, thinking. “It’s not like we’re soulmates or anything.” The words had come out before Cyrus could think them through. Before he could apologize, TJ had pulled his wrist away from Cyrus and had turned and begun to walk away. “TJ, wait!” Cyrus said. “I’m sorry!” He tried to catch up to TJ, but it was like a bad math problem: TJ’s speed was just fast enough that Cyrus couldn’t seem to catch him at all. As the two of them reached the road, where the park ended, TJ’s pace slowed. Cyrus finally caught up to him and grabbed TJ’s arm so he couldn’t run away before Cyrus could apologize. “TJ, I’m sorry,” Cyrus said, still slightly out of breath. “Then why did you say what you did, Cyrus?” TJ crossed his arms. “I don’t know, okay? I just…didn’t think—” TJ cut Cyrus off before he could finish. “Yeah, you didn’t think. Cyrus, why wouldn’t I freak out about hearing you say those words?” Cyrus shrugged. “I just...didn’t think we could be soulmates. You’re you, and I’m...me. I didn’t think that you thought we could be soulmates.” At that, TJ turned away from Cyrus again, wrenching his arm from Cyrus’s grasp. He began to walk closer to the road, as if he was trying to get as far away from Cyrus as he could. Cyrus felt like he was going to cry. He just kept saying the wrong things; he was messing everything up. He didn’t know how to say what he was feeling to TJ, because he knew that TJ might not feel the same. Finally, TJ turned back around and spoke. “Cyrus, I don’t just think we could be soulmates. I want us to be soulmates. And maybe you don’t feel the same. That’s fine.” “I-I…” Cyrus didn’t know how to respond. He felt frozen, as if he was in shock; he hadn’t expected TJ to say that. “You...like me?” Exasperated, TJ ran a hand through his hair. “Cyrus, I don’t just like you, okay? I...I love you.” “What?” Cyrus asked, still confused about why TJ was saying all of this, and why now. TJ looked at Cyrus, his hair reflecting an odd yellow light that Cyrus hadn’t seen there a moment ago. His gaze softened, as if all of the anger had gone away. “Cyrus, I’m in love with you.” Cyrus felt his heartbeat quicken. TJ felt the same way about him. TJ had just said that he was in love with Cyrus. Wait. TJ had just said he was in love with Cyrus. Cyrus couldn’t breathe. The words on his wrist seemed to prick at his skin. Before he could think, before he could move, before he could breathe again, Cyrus saw the headlights. He saw a car, speeding down the road, heading right for TJ. It was all happening too quickly. TJ didn’t seem to see the car, he was too focused on Cyrus. Cyrus felt rooted to the spot. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything. Finally, he managed to scream, “TJ, look out!” A bright light. A scream. The squeal of brakes on the road. Cyrus’s head began to swim. He heard voices, yelling, crying. Then, everything went dark.

—

25 years later. Nothing was the same after that night. It was something that Cyrus knew he would never forget. It haunted his dreams, every night reminding him of what he hadn’t done. When he walked down the street, he sometimes saw TJ’s face among the crowd, young, still full of life, and with a wistful smile on his face, just like he had been the last time that Cyrus saw him. Then, Cyrus realized that it couldn’t be possible — TJ was dead. They had all tried to move on. For Andi and Buffy, it was a lot easier. They tried to support Cyrus, but they didn’t know how. They hadn’t lost their soulmates, so they didn’t know how it felt or how to help Cyrus. They were all sure that Andi ended up with her soulmate, as surprising as that was for everyone. Cyrus had attended the wedding just a few months ago. It lifted his spirits to see that Andi and Amber had found happiness with one another. Buffy’s was a different story. She found her soulmate, then she lost him. She had found out that Marty was her soulmate when it was too late. They had been dating for a few years, and everything had been going well. Then, out of the blue, they had a fight over something small, something so insignificant that Buffy had forgotten what it was about. Everything they had built together began to break down. One night, after a particularly bad argument, Buffy asked Marty to leave. He did leave, but on his way out the door, he turned and gave Buffy a final look, and said, “I do love you, Buffy. And for all of this, I’m so, so sorry.” Then, he turned and walked out the door. Marty didn’t die, of course, but those were the last words that Buffy ever heard him say to her. After they broke up, they never spoke again, and Buffy realized that she had lost her one true soulmate. Cyrus tried to be happy. He married a guy that he had met in college, and the two were happy together. And Cyrus was happy. But, then came the nights when TJ’s face appeared in his dreams, drowned in a sickly yellow light. The days when Cyrus tried to catch up to him on the streets, only to realize that TJ had never been there at all. There were the days when Cyrus would glimpse the words on his wrist, which had faded from black to a scar-like white, and think of what he had lost. But he was happy. That’s what he told himself.

[Sorry that this fic is a little angsty! But not really. Hope you all at least kind of enjoyed?]

[paladinpeterparker]

so I lowkey wanna write an angsty, winter-themed tyrus fic this weekend. thoughts?

[victorscanero]

Someone was talking about my fanfiction wtf is this fame??

[victorscanero]

UPDATING SCHEDULE

I have two tyrus fics I'm working on so I'll just put this here

F.E.L.T will be updated everyday AT LEAST but there may be a couple random updates during the week if i want to write.

You can read F.E.L.T here:

Felt every little thing // chapter 1

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