#said and assuming my parents were right. so i hadn't really had all these moments of like. realizing how fucking COOL it is that we're
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man. the moon contains parts of our planet & has a huge impact on how our planet functions. fuck
#text#i feel like- i mean i learned this stuff‚ kind of‚ like in science classes as a kid and stuff. like i sat in the classes and i did my#homework but i don't think it sunk in because i was also busy in my head comparing everything the teacher said to what my parents#said and assuming my parents were right. so i hadn't really had all these moments of like. realizing how fucking COOL it is that we're#here and we exist and we're alive.#i don't know if that makes sense. it's like... i was so. in denial of. science i guess. that i never really appreciated it#idk. im thinking way too miuch abt this. i should go to sleep soon
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ꜱᴛʀᴀʏ ᴋɪᴅꜱ (ᴏᴛ3) ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱ/ᴏ ɪꜱ ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ
ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˡᵉᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ, ʰᵃⁿ, ˢᵉᵘⁿᵍᵐⁱⁿ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ
ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ, ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗʸ, ᴴᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒⁿˢ, ˢᵐᵃᵘ
ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ʰᵒˢᵖⁱᵗᵃˡ ⁱⁿʲᵘʳⁱᵉˢ, ˢʷᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ, ʰᵃʳᵐ,
ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ˢᵉʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ⁱⁿʲᵘʳʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵉᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ⁱᵗ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ˢᵒ ᶠᵃˢᵗ
ᴬ/ⁿ: ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵃˢ ʳᵉqᵘᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵᵗ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵈʳᵃᶠᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵒ ᴵ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡ ᵃˢᵏᵉʳ ᴵ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ 😭 , ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʳⁿ.
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨
When he got a call from the local hospital, he was quick to assume they had the wrong number, however he still picked up in order to inform them of the mistake, and when he heard a voice on the other end start to speak, he waited for them to finish the contact information before talking.
“Hello, I wanted to inform you that you possibly have the wrong number, I don't have any health issues and neither do any of my close relatives, so I believe this is a mistake, but thank you for your hard work, it is very appreciated.”
The other end stayed silent for a moment before verifying, “This is Lee Minho, is that correct?” Minho stayed quiet for a moment before speaking, “Yes, that's me- what happened?”
After the clarification, the doctor introduced themselves and explained the situation that had him very much on edge, and hearing what actually happened didn't make it any better.
“Wait- Y/n got into a car accident..?”
“Unfortunately, but luckily it wasn't a very serious crash so they came out with few injuries, although they aren't minor, they aren't major either so they should recover in a couple of weeks to possibly months.”
By that point, Minho had been pacing around the same spot for a decent amount of time, sweat running down his forehead as he bit his thumb nail, reacting quickly and reaching out for his car keys and wallet.
“I'm on my way, please keep them safe until I get there.”
The person on the other end nodded, but for confirmation muttered a small ‘of course’ in order to assure him that you were in good hands.
He didn't have time to ask about the injuries you had, the only thing he wanted to do by that point was see you and that was really it, he didn't think to ask nor did he really care to ask at the moment of it, the question hadn't come to his head until he started driving and had already hung up, in which he found himself banging his head against the steering wheel in complete disappointment to himself, quickly speeding up the pace in order to get to his loved one faster.
𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠
Jisung had been eating lunch in his car, he was lazy so he just stopped by some fast food restaurant and ordered a meal to go, so that's how he ended up in his car in a random parking lot, looking at all the passing cars as he ate the burrito he had ordered.
He had seen a couple of ambulances drive by but he hadn't thought much of them, it was normal to see an ambulance drive off during regular times of day so there wasn't anything suspicious about it.
He stayed in his car for a while and finished up his burrito, jamming to the music that played from his playlist. Right as he was picking up his trash he noticed his phone ringing, it was off as he wasn't the type to get calls often, so he looked at the contact and recognized the number as the local hospital's, it also had it on the contact name, he automatically assumed that maybe his parents needed to under-go some type of surgery and picked up.
“Hello, are we talking to Han Jisung at the moment?” The voice on the other line said, Jisung was scared so the only thing that came out of his mouth was a simple ‘mhm.’
“Perfect, I'm a doctor at the local Seoul Department Hospital, I have a few things to tell you about L/n Y/n.”
“Y/n!? Why are they at the hospital!?” He couldn't help but raise his voice a little, not because he was mad but because he was terrified. What was his beloved doing in a place like the hospital? From what he last knew you didn't have any mental conditions, which meant one of two things, you got injured or you just went for a check up and found some sort if emergency cause making you need surgery, which made him immediately reject the other option.
“Yes, L/n has twisted their ankle in what we can only assume was a fall, we don't have the full story yet as they've been undergoing treatment for the damaged bone.”
“That happened!?” Jisung was in disbelief, turning on his car and driving off in the way of the hospital.
“I'm on my way, please take care of Y/n for me.”
𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧
He was cooking whenever he noticed a number calling him, being the man he is, he obviously declined the call.
He hadn't seen the number and assumed it was a spam caller, so he chose to ignore it and decline the call. It wasn't until the number called a second time that he realized this wasn't a spam caller, so he picked up and got off to hang up if anything felt off or suspicious.
“Hello, are we speaking with Kim Seungmin?” A female voice asked from the other end, Seungmin felt uneasy and took a look at the contact information, seeing that it had the name of “Local Hospital”
Seungmin’s initial and continued thought was, of course, ‘scammer’ but he let the call proceed. “Yes, this is Kim Seungmin.” he responded.
“Okay, if it's okay for me to take a few minutes of your time, I would like to talk to you about some comments regarding L/n Y/n.”
Now Seungmin's mind went to ‘blackmailer’ and he was about to hang up the call when the same female voice continued.
“So, L/n has sprained their ankle while playing a sport, and it's not serious but it will take quite a bit to recover, so we wanted to know your relationship with the patient because they've got you listed as an emergency contact.”
Seungmin stayed silent, not because he was suspicious of any activity, but because he was genuinely concerned and trying to come up with the best thing to do in this scenario.
“I'm her boyfriend, could I have a few more details on their injuries?” Seungmin questioned, leaning over to pick up his shoes and slide them on, packing a bit of the pasta that he had been preparing and picking up his car keys.
“As mentioned, they sprained their ankle while they were playing some sort of sport, the theory is that they had landed badly on their leg and the pressure caused a bone malfunction causing the result of a sprain.”
“Okay, thank you very much, I'll be on my way.”
Seungmin thanked the doctor and despite his quiet and calm demineer, he was literally screaming and panicking on the inside.
#fanfiction#scenarios#headcannons#fluff#kpop#scenario#kpop scenarios#smau#angst#stray kids minho#stray kids fanfic#stray kids seungmin#stray kids han#han jisung#lee minho#kim seungmin#kpop x reader#gn reader#lee know x reader#han x reader#seungmin x you#seungmin x reader#lee know x you#han x you#stray kids angst#stray kids x y/n#stray kids x you#stray kids#lee know
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#"King"
You're being good for your king.
Characters: RiiKami (vtuber)
Warnings: suggestive themes, implied sexual content, um... yandere-ish (it's riikami so duh-), not proofread (didn't wanna bother my friend this time 😭)
Notes: This is from before I started actually getting into RiiKami. Even now, I'm still fairly new to this. :/ Also this was very much inspired by his song "Worshipping Desires". It's literally my favourite song and AH. If you didn't know, at one point you hear "here" and "good", so I took that and wrote something for my friend from it. I guess this is kind of a more modern royal au(?)
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With a flick of his wrist or a snap of his fingers, you were at Kami's beck and call. Though he never forced you to do anything you didn't want to. He was respectful in that sense. But somewhere, deep inside your mind, you wanted him to use his power to do... anything really. There wasn't a thing you wouldn't do for that man, honestly.
Ever since you had met him and pledged your life to him, you'd felt a magnetic pull. It reminded you of the books you used to read about soulmates. Unrealistic scenarios, you thought. But what if- You pause in what you're doing, almost falling over the person in front of you like dominoes. As you look up to see the person you ran into, your heart skips a beat. Without even seeing his face, you can tell. It's Kami.
"I'm so sorry, you're majesty-!"
Kami tilts his head, smiling, "It's fine. You didn't purposely run into me, right?"
You blink. Is he... oh, he's teasing you. Wait. Teasing you?!
"Ah- I... um no. It was an accident. I swear," you place your hand over your heart.
Whether I was to calm your racing heart or to show your sincerity, you're not sure. Kami stares at you for a moment more before he turns and walks away. You let out a sigh of relief, slouching.
=☆=
Later that day, you relax in your bedroom. Your own bedroom. Unlike the rumours about the King, he was benevolent. Especially to you. Well, according to the other staff. In your opinion, he treated you the same as anyone else. You frown as you look at the letter on your nightstand. It's addressed to you from your parents. Earlier, you had read the contents. They were expressing their disappointment at how your life had gone. At a young age you had refused to be married off. This wasn't medieval times, you had argued. It was modern day. And it wasn't like marrying you off to anyone would help your family financially.
They were in debt, deep debt. Nothing could possibly help them now.
But you were wrong.
Kami had made an offer. You work for him, he paid you generously. And who were you to deny such a beautiful man.
Originally your parents tried to dissuade you, claiming he was too dangerous. That he'd surely kill you or something worse. But he hadn't. No, he had been nothing but kind.
A smile forms on your face as you think of it. The smile quickly vanishes as you blush at the memory of something he had said to you.
His obsession, he had called you. What did that mean? Were you delusional or was he-
You shake your head. There was no time to think of that, you needed to rest for that night's ball.
Getting dressed into a classy yet simple outfit, you take your first step up the stairs from the staff quarters.The first thing you see is the king himself.
"Your majesty, what are you-?"
"I was waiting for you," he cuts you off abruptly.
"For me?"
Kami nods, offering his hand. He raises his eyebrow.
"Well...?"
How can you refuse him? As he grasps your hand, you can feel the warmth seep through his gloves. It makes you feel giddy, but also nervous. It's embarrassing. Not because you're with Kami. But because Kami is with you, a simple servant.
The both of you step into the ballroom and all you can think about is how strange it is that he chose you to accompany him tonight. Isn't he ashamed of you. His servant. But he called you his obsession..."Are you feeling okay?" he questions, walking towards what you assume is his assigned seat.
"You don't have to be here if you don't want to."
You're quick to reassure him, "No no! I'm alright. I can tend to you, your majesty.
"Kami struggles to stifle a laugh, "Tend to me? In what way?"You swear his voice dropped an octave.
"A-Any way..." you manage to choke out.
He smirks, "Then maybe you can tend to me privately from now on... after the ball, yes? Don't feel pressured. I won't make you do anything weird. You can just change my sheets and stuff like that if you want to."
"I said anything- I'm not against anything."
Kami makes a sound of acknowledgement, looking away. He spots a few familiar faces, telling you to stay put as he goes to greet them.
However, staying still was not your strong suit. You wander around the room, eventually spotting people that you recognise. But they're not people you want to talk to, they're just old bullies. As fate would have it though, they call you out.
"Over here!" one calls. He's grinning as if he's found a new toy.
You're not a child anymore, but you still can't help but be scared of them. And so you comply with them.
They're quick to start jabbing you, both physically and verbally. They joke about your family's financial situation and how you're probably miserable working for Kami. The entire time, you're silent, spacing out.
You're snapped out of your trance when you hear a booming, but comforting, voice call out for you. It's Kami, once again saving you. At this point you might as well give up your life to pay for all of his help.
Kami grabs your arm, pulling you back into his chest. He glares at the group of bullies.
"Scram. I won't have you insulting a future monarch-"
You're speechless. A future monarch. A monarch... that's only possible through heredity. But you're not of the royal bloodline so what does this mean.
While you're thinking back on everything, the troublemakers sprint out of the ballroom. Shocked faces and gasps are heard around you as you're pulled away from the crowds. When you don't fully comply, Kami throws you over his shoulder. You offer no resistance, laying slack in his arms.
He opens the door to an unfamiliar room. The rooms lavish, adorned with tons of purple accents and fabrics.
Kami let's you down, steadying you before he speaks."Are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine..." you mumble.
He sighs, sitting down on his bed. "Did I say something that bothered you? I assumed you wouldn't be opposed to marrying me. You gave me no reason to believe you weren't infatuated with me."
You feel your face heat up, "Your majesty-"
"Just call me Kami, please."
"Kami," you start again, "That's unprofessional. We're two worlds apart. You're a king and I'm just someone who's working in a castle to pay of my parents' debts."
"Who cares about that? What does it matter? I see the way you look at me. Surely this love isn't one-sided."
"Is it not? I thought my feelings for you were unrequited-"
"They're not. I feel as much love for you as you do for me. Maybe more. But I'm not about to make a contest out of it," Kami laughs. "I thought you had picked up on it. Haven't you heard me call you my obsession at least a hundred times?"
You reluctantly nod.
"So? Nothing to say in return?"
"In return for what?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe something to say about the fact that I just confessed my love for you. And the fact that you feel the same?" he teases you, a hand languidly stroking your cheek.
"What is there to say if you already know how I feel?"
Kami grins, cooing at you,
"Oh, darling. My obsession."
He pulls away, eyes tracing over your every movement.He pats his lap, voice dropping an octave once more.
"Here."
You're quick to obey. He holds power over you. You wanted this and you're finally getting it.As you plop down in his lap he smiles. It's a Cheshire like smile.
"Good. You said you'd do anything to tend to me, right? Make good on your promise, yes?"
You know you're in for a long night.
#vtuber#riikamivt#riikami x reader#kami#kamivt#vtuber x reader#vtuberen#envtuber#idfk man#us obsessions are starved so here's some food
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Cul-de-Sac
Title: Cul-de-Sac
Pairing: Charlotte Flair x Reader
Prompt: 2. "We could settle down somewhere boring, get a few dogs, maybe make some friends with kids to babysit." "That sounds nice."
NR
WC: 1048
Charlotte was no stranger to waking up in a hotel room bed. Generally, the room was booked for her, but this morning was a welcome exception. Y/n had been a presence Charlotte knew would never be constant in her life, and yet, Charlotte had still fallen for her. Y/n's last fight had been such a monumental win, she had decided to take Charlotte with her on the post-fight vacation. It was one thing for Charlotte to have Y/n staying over at her place for one or two weekends out of the year, but this had been a nearly four month long trip. There was something else about this that felt off to Charlotte, but she wasn't going to mention it if Y/n didn't first. The last thing she wanted was to ruin their fun and leave a bad taste in Y/n's mouth.
"Don't you dare get out of this bed yet," Y/n muttered, slightly muffled by her pillow. Charlotte turned her back to face Y/n, who still looked fast asleep despite her attempt at keeping Charlotte in bed. Charlotte would have loved nothing more than to stay in bed with Y/n all day, but she had to think about her return to the ring. It had been a long time and Charlotte was antsy to get back into action. Just like she was certain that Y/n wanted to get back in the boxing ring. The two of them understood the constant need for a fight, even if their ways of fighting were vastly different.
"I need to make a couple of calls, I'll be back, I promise," Charlotte said as she leaned down to press a kiss to Y/n's cheek. Y/n whined and moaned as Charlotte got up to type up an email to Hunter about the end of her trip. It hadn't taken her more than maybe five minutes, but it was long enough for Y/n to wake up enough to be sitting up in bed. "Good morning sunshine."
"You could have done that in bed," Y/n pointed out as she pulled Charlotte into bed. Charlotte laid across the mattress with her head in Y/n's lap and her legs hanging off of the side. Charlotte shrugged as she reached up to caress Y/n's face. Y/n leaned down and pressed a kiss onto Charlotte's forehead before settling back against the pillows.
"This is nice. Confusing, but nice," Charlotte said nonchalantly. It sounded less like something she had meant to say and more like she had just been thinking out loud. Y/n's brows furrowed as she tried to decipher what Charlotte meant. Similar thoughts had drifted into Y/n's mind a time or two, but Y/n couldn't be certain that Charlotte actually wanted the same thing. Charlotte had never seemed unhappy with their arrangement, occasionally even pushing Y/n away a time or two whenever they had gotten too comfortable around each other.
"What do you mean?" Y/n questioned. Charlotte took a deep breath as she mulled over her thoughts. It may have only been a few seconds, but it felt like hours to Y/n. Charlotte slowly sat herself up and scooted over enough that she was sitting across from Y/n on the bed. This felt like a conversation best had face to face, even if it ultimately was to go absolutely nowhere. Y/n was different from anybody that Charlotte had ever met before. She had forced Charlotte to adapt to situations and accept truths about herself that Charlotte had never even considered before. The cookie-cutter life that Charlotte had once assumed she would have had gone right out the window the moment that Charlotte met Y/n, and maybe Charlotte wasn't so upset over losing something she never really had in the first place.
"All my life I thought I'd get married to some nice guy, find a house in some gated community full of other families, pop out a couple of kids for my parents to absolutely spoil, and that was sort of it. Now, I don't know what to do. I've tried to find someone else, but they don't make me feel the same way that you do. At first, I thought it was just that you're exciting, but the moments like these, they're the ones that I keep going back to. Don't get me wrong, the sex and extravagance is great, but I like these moments when it's just the two of us even better." Charlotte laid everything out for Y/n in a way that she hadn't done before. Charlotte stared at Y/n as patiently as she could while Y/n processed everything Charlotte told her. Each second that passed felt like torture to Charlotte, whose confidence in her admission had begun to falter.
"You don't have to give all that up just for me," Y/n said carefully. She could see Charlotte's expression change from one of indifference to one of sadness quickly. "We could settle down somewhere boring, get a few dogs, maybe make some friends with kids to babysit."
"That sounds nice, but how would we do it with both of our schedules?" Charlotte wanted her happy ending more than anything, but she wasn't sure how it fit into their lives at the moment.
"I haven't told anybody else this yet, but my next fight will be my last. Boxing has been good to me, but every good thing must come to an end. You told me that I have to listen to my body, and it's telling me that if I want to enjoy whatever time I've got left, I should stop soon. It's scary not knowing what I'll be doing with my life, but I could do with being a WWE Superstar's trophy wife," Y/n said. Charlotte smiled as she leaned forward, just close enough to almost kiss Y/n.
"I never said anything about marriage," Charlotte said teasingly. Y/n swallowed nervously, afraid that she had stepped too far. Charlotte let the serious expression on her face melt away as she leaned in for a quick kiss, one that had Y/n trying to push forward for more. "But you practically read my mind."
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hey!!!!! congratulations on 1k!!!!
possibly ❛ you’re not alone, you never were. ❜ and ❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜ in one? 1k is so deserved aaaah!!! <3
Hi!!!! Thank you so much!!!! (cw: crying, talk of Eddie having a shitty father, mention of parental death–Eddie's mom) / gn!reader / 1k words.
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“Eddie?”
“Yeah?”
You pause for a moment, brow creasing, wanting to approach the subject with caution.
“You know you can talk to me; tell me anything, right?” You start.
Planning to stay the weekend, Eddie came over earlier in the day with a backpack full of his things. While usually you’d be under him by now, the second he arrived you clocked that something was off with him. When he typically pulls you to him with a hand on the small of your back, a kiss, and a hey, sweetheart, as a greeting, today, Eddie simply pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek and wandered inside. You didn’t immediately assume something was wrong just based on his lack of a typical enthusiastic greeting. He was also unusually quiet all afternoon, kind of distant, and not joking around with you as much as he typically would. On top of all of that, Eddie’s usual theatrics had been replaced by an awful habit of chewing his fingernails.
“Yeah. Of course.” Eddie confirms from his spot on your couch, fingers to his mouth as he chews at the skin there.
He’s not good at hiding his emotions, though he doesn’t keep them from you quite as often as he used to. Since the start of your relationship, Eddie's come a long way; he’s a lot better at communicating and telling you when something is bothering him. But sometimes, when something especially sour happens, he reverts back to old habits.
You sigh.
“What?”
You bite your lip then release it as you respond: “I just-I feel like you’re not telling me something.”
Eddie doesn’t respond and continues chewing his nails to bits as you glance over his face, trying to read his mind. It’s a desperate and fruitless attempt at discovering why he’s acting strange.
Your hands itch with the urge to pull his raw fingers away from his mouth.
“If there’s something-”
“There’s not.” Eddie replies with more force than you were expecting. Still, you soldier on.
“Okay. But if there was, I-”
The glare he pins you with nearly sends a shiver down your spine as he says, more force still, “I said: there’s not.”
You press your lips together in reaction to Eddie’s frustrated tone, pulling back from him slightly while you place your hands back into your lap. You’d been unknowingly inching closer to him the more you insisted something was up with him.
Slumping forward, Eddie buries his face in his hands, shaking his head back and forth, saying, “I’m sorry. Shit.” and scrubs a hand down his face.
“It’s okay. I just want you to talk to me.”
Eddie has never yelled at you and he still won't; even now with your prying. But he sounds frustrated, and rattled, and maybe a little distraught so you know something really bad had to have happened.
His eyes are shining with unshed tears as he looks to you again. “Promised I wasn’t gonna let that asshole get to me and of course I’m doing just that!”
You’re confused as you skootch closer to him again, folding your legs up under you, your calves brushing his thigh.
“Who?” You prompt gently, stroking his back tenderly.
Eddie lets out a forceful sigh; more of a frustrated rush of air escaping his mouth than a sigh. Though you know he’s not upset with you, he’s frustrated with what happened.
“Dear old dad showed up yesterday,” He explains, shaking his head at the memory.
“What?” You ask, though you heard him quite clearly. You just can’t believe what he’s said.
Eddie hadn't seen his father since he moved in with uncle Wayne. That was almost 4 years ago now. And you’d never met or even spoken to Eddie’s dad, but from what Eddie and Wayne have told you, he is not someone worth knowing. You’re so glad Eddie has Wayne now; he’d do anything for Eddie and he’s more of a father to him than Eddie’s biological dad ever was.
“Yup, he uh-” Eddie cuts himself off, hand coming up to his mouth again to worry at the skin. Recognizing the habitual action, he groans.
“You can hold my hand if you want,” You offer, placing your open palm in his lap because you know it’ll help him stop chewing his nails, but also because you want to comfort him. You know how hard it is for him to talk about his father and even more you can’t imagine what it was like seeing him after all these years.
Looking you in the eyes slows him for a moment as he takes your hand in his. You squeeze his hand twice, prompting him to continue.
Eddie spends the next 20 minutes telling you about his fathers unwanted surprise visit. How he’d shown up to the trailer with no warning, how Eddie had told him to leave straight away, but he resisted, pushing his way inside. How he’d said some terrible things not worth repeating about his mother (who you knew was a really lovely woman who had unfortunately passed away when Eddie was young) and about Wayne. How he’d called Eddie “trailer park trash”, among other awful names, and finally topped it all off with a: you’ll be alone here forever! as he was forced out the door by Eddie.
When he’s finished, you pull him into your chest, holding on tight. Eddie holds on tighter.
“Thank you for telling me,” you whisper into his hair. “I’m so sorry your dad is such a fucking dick.”
He sniffles against your chest, tears still falling. When you pull him away from you after several moments, you hold his beautiful face in your hands, swiping his tears away. He looks so pretty even still, but you hate seeing him like this, it makes your heart ache for him.
With all the conviction you can muster, you tell him, “You are not alone. You never were, okay? You have me now and you’ve always had uncle Wayne and you have so many friends who love you and would do anything for you.”
Eddie’s face crumples again as he pulls you in for the sweetest, most teary kiss ever. And you know he understands.
#eddie munson#1k celebration 🎉#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x gn!reader#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson angst#eddie munson hurt/comfort
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@10yearsofblindchannel happy Joel Day!
Joel day 1,011 words, hinted JoelxOlli, baby channel
Graduation felt like it was looming upon him. He knew that was probably a bit dramatic, but it was really all he could think.
His parents kept telling him he had to figure out his life, that he couldn't keep dreaming of being a rockstar forever, especially since his band had folded.
His father told him to be grateful he got as much as he had; there was a lot of bands that never got to release an album like they did, that never got to play the shows he was able to play with the others and he should be happy he at least got to live his dream for a little bit while he was still in school and still being supported by them.
His mother would tell him the same, that he was able to have his band and he should be happy with what he had and leave it at that
But it's not what he wanted, he wanted to rule the world with music.
Dorky looking Joonas Porko had been the last person he had thought would feel the same, but the two of them had ended up using the same rehearsal room at school because the others were full, and discussion had quickly started about how both of their bands had decided to dissolve, leaving them drifting right before graduation.
It only took a couple weeks of playing guitar and writing music before they started talking about forming a band together.
"We really have some great songs here." Joonas told him, "you remember Olli from Abhorrent Ritual? He would be happy to play bass for us. And our friend Tommi is a great drummer."
"I don't know," Joel replied, "I'm really not great singing-"
"You are though!" Joonas insisted, "I've heard you sing enough."
"Not on my own!" Joel argued, "I only did backing vocals before… and besides I don't think I could be a frontman by myself."
Joonas nodded a little, "we'll figure it out, but I think we should get Olli and Tommi involved."
Joel smiled a little, the idea of having another band appealing to him enough to override his nerves, "give them a call."
…
"They are literally babies," Joel muttered.
"They're only a couple years younger than me and they happen to be two of my best friends," Joonas rolled his eyes, "you heard them play, they picked up the songs right away, you know we can do this."
Joel sighed but Joonas was right, their new drummer and bassist may be young but he couldn't deny they had talent.
"Ok," Joel addressed the other two, "I was not able to get back into the same rehearsal space I used to use with Scarm, so we'll go with Joonas' garage for now. We can meet up there this weekend and have our first practice, assuming you two still want to do this?"
For a moment he really wondered if they would back out, he knew he didn't have the greatest reputation in school, he was often thought of as difficult to work with and moody, maybe they wouldn't want to work with him even with Joonas vouching for him. Maybe he was just too much and he'd never have a band again and-
"Sounds good." Tommi said, Olli nodding along.
Relief flooded through him and he gave them the address, packing his guitar while they talked about a house party they were going to on Friday night, trying to not listen too closely. It wasn't like he was ever invited to those things.
…
"Joel, you have to stop pacing." Niko told him.
Joel froze in his path, looking over at his co-vocalist.
"How can you not be nervous?" He asked, "we're in Germany, we're about to go on stage at fucking Wacken!"
"I know," Niko said, "but we've got this."
Joel sighed and flopped into a chair instead, looking around him.
When Porko had called him a year ago and convinced him to pick up some rapper he and Olli had met at a party the night before and bring him to band practice, he hadn't realized he was picking up the missing piece they needed to get their band off the ground.
Niko kept him balanced, stayed calm when he panicked, jumped for joy with him when they got their first song on the radio, even came up with their band name. He was exactly what they had needed.
It still surprised him sometimes, that he had ended up with a group that didn't just ditch him when he got to be too much; they argued and occasionally told each other off, but there would always be apologies later over a beer and everything would be forgotten.
Joel looked around their tent, Tommi was drumming to a tune only he could hear, something Joel had long figured out was a nervous habit and was best to not disturb him. Joonas was sitting with Olli and talking quietly, he seemed cheerful but their bassist looked pale.
He didn't know why but he always hated seeing Olli upset; of course he hated seeing all his bandmates upset, but especially Olli…
He was too sweet, sometimes a little bit of an airhead but at others serious and calmer than all of them put together.
He could keep it together for him.
"You're right," he said loudly to Niko, "we've got this, we're going to go out there and dominate that stage."
Joonas and Olli looked up at him, both giving him a smile.
"He's right," Joonas patted Olli on the shoulder, "we've got this!"
"Fuck yeah we do", Tommi said from the corner, tone deadpan as normal.
"Thanks Joel," Olli smiled that soft smile he only seemed to show Joel he got up to grab his bass.
Joel smiled as his four bandmates started to show more enthusiasm, helping him to forget his own worries. Of course they had this, he had the best band in the world.
With the cutest bassist in the world.
With that blush-inducing thought, Joel got up to lead them to the stage.
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better as friends
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Ship: Adrien & Kagami, background Adrienette & Feligami
Tags: Past relationships, angst, post season 5
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Adrien and Kagami finally have a conversation that has been waiting since Hawkmoth's defeat.
Written for the Fictober prompt: “I can’t wait for you.”
“I can’t wait for you.”
Adrien's eyes were widening. He was unsure of what he was hearing. He was taking a short break during fencing and Kagami had come over to him. For a while they stood there in silence, watching the others practice. Just recently Kagami had revealed she had been dating Felix, Adrien's cousin, for a couple months now. Adrien didn't react the way she had been expecting. Not that he knew exactly what she was expecting. Happiness? Of course he was happy for the two of them. They had spent so much time fighting their parents about trying to set them up when Adrien was clearly in love with his girlfriend and Kagami just didn't seem interested anymore. But the fact it was his cousin just felt a little... strange to Adrien. He was still trying to deal with the fact that Felix had been off doing his own thing this entire time.
"I am sure there are others who would practice with you."
"That's not what I meant." Adrien must have looked far too confused for Kagami. She sighed, taking a moment to think before continuing. "I don't know if you knew this. After our... tumultous relationship, I thought that I was finally over you. I wanted to be. It would be better for us both if I could just accept you and Marinette. And I do, please do not misunderstand. When our parents were trying to force us together, I thought about it more. The reasons why I tried so hard to find someone else who actually liked me."
"Kagami, I did like-"
She brought up a hand to silence Adrien. He stopped knowing that she hadn't finished saying her piece. He fidgetted a little anxious. What if she was upset with him? What if she did still harbor feelings for him this entire time? He really didn't want to think about it right now. Things had settled down and he just wanted to enjoy his school life with his friends. He counted Kagami among one of them. Probably closer than others after all that had happened between them. They had shared some pretty traumatic experiences, but now they could heal and move on.
"I know. I know you did, but it wasn't enough. You had your reasons and I will not pry now. But I couldn't wait for you. I couldn't back then and I can't right now."
"What are you trying to say?"
"I am happy with Felix. He understands and cares for me in a way you didn't. Do not take that too harshly, it is simply the truth. I know some people assume I am only with him because he looks like you."
"I don't think that." Adrien meant that. He didn't assume she started dating him because they had eerily similar appearances. But he had heard the rumors. It was ridiculous. They had vastly different personalities and he felt that counted more. "I am glad he makes you happy. It is kind of weird, but. You are my ex and he is my cousin. I think I'm allowed to feel weird about it." They fell into silence again. Adrien felt like there was more that Kagami hadn't said yet and he was dreading what it could be. This almost felt like a goodbye. Like she was breaking up with him again.
"I can't wait for you, to be the kind of friend I need right now. After everything that has happened between us. I think we should keep our distance right now."
"Kagami?"
"It's not that I don't want us to be friends. Nor that I am jealous of how happy you are, or that I have any lingering feelings. Please know this is because of what our parents did." Adrien frowned. It didn't make what she had said feel any better.
"I don't want to lose you. I never did."
"You won't, Adrien. I just think we need time to process what happened and to come back as friends without all of this baggage. Your surprise at me and Felix made me realize that there is too much between us right now. I think our friendship would benefit from some time apart."
"So this isn't goodbye forever?"
"No. But I am moving away. I'll keep in contact. Eventually."
Adrien nodded. So this was it? For right now, they were going to be parting. And there was no way to know when they could return to being friends again. Kagami reached out and took one of his hands, not looking at him, but offering the comfort all the same. Adrien smiled, ignoring any odd looks from the others. This probably wasn't going to help the rumors, but he knew that those who mattered would be understanding.
"You take care. Be safe. I hope... I hope he really makes you happy."
"He makes me happy like Marinette makes you happy."
And what more was there to say than that? Adrien could accept this even though it hurt. He just had to trust that one day all that had happened could be put behind them.
"You don't need to wait for me Kagami. But I'll wait for you. For as long as you need. I'll always be your friend."
Kagami laughed, a small sound, but it warmed Adrien's heart anyways. Yes. He knew one day she'd come back and he'd be here, ready to be friends again.
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FRIENDS -> 18. "THE ONE WITH THE NEW YEAR'S KISS"
Crying out loudly in frustration, you threw your phone across yours and Jake's room. You were so glad your brother wasn't here today. If he saw you like this, he'd definitely find out about your relationship with Jay - and the horrible way it was going.
You sighed and looked up. There was a collage of polaroid photos on the wall above your bed. Some of them were old, but a few of them were pretty recent. One caught your eye. It was kind of blurry, but the memory wasn't.
It was the only time Jake would let you kiss one of your friends. Sunoo had decided to throw a party at the share house (you hadn't expected so many people to show up, but then again, Sunoo was the most socially coneccted member of the group).
It was New Years' Day, and you'd kissed two of your friends, Heeseung and Jungwon. It was Jay's turn tonight. Sunghoon had insisted on taking the photo because of your big crush on him and all that. Riki had run past, knocking Sunghoon over, causing the photo to be blurry.
It was the first time you'd kissed Jay, and you were almost sure that it was the first time you'd caught feelings for your best friend, the first time you'd realised how happy he'd made you feel, how loved, how wanted, how safe.
You groaned loudly, flopping down onto the bed in frustration. You hated yourself. You hated Jay. You hated the fact that you missed him and that it was completely your fault, and even though you wanted to be with him you wanted him to stay the fuck away from you.
You wanted him to kiss you again, to touch you again. You didn't want him to ever leave you again. But you knew it was never gonna happen.
And then you started crying again, for the fifth time that day. Oh god, you were such a horrible person.
The door opened, but you didn't really register it. You only did once the person who'd come in began to talk, sit down on your bed (you felt the mattress sinking).
"Go away," you'd assumed it was Jay or Jake, and you really didn't want to talk to either of them right now. You sniffed loudly into the pillow, your stomach churning horribly. The person sighed. "Not Jay," he spoke, placing his hand on your back, "and... not your brother, either." you felt his warm hand rubbing your back and you knew who it was instantly.
"Hoon?" you didn't mean to hiccup his name, but you had been crying a lot. "I thought you were on a date with some girl." Sunghoon chuckled softly, shaking his head. Sunghoon chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I'm supposed to be, but..." he sighed again, "my love is needed elsewhere." even though you didn't want to, you giggled softly at his words. Then you rolled your eyes into your pillow, "you're such a dick." and went back to being quiet.
"Okay," Sunghoon shrugged, getting up. "I guess I can still go. If I leave now, I won't be late..." he began to walk out of the room, but you sat up and whined loudly. "Hoonie!" and he stopped and smiled.
"Please stay," you whispered, hugging a small teddy bear close. Annoyingly, the stuffed animal bore a shirt which said, "I LOVE THE U.S!" and was a gift from Jay, who went to America to visit his family over the Summer break a few years ago. But you figured that the bear hadn't done anything to you, so....
You looked to the side, "I want cuddles." it'd been so long since you and Jay had cuddled together, and you needed them, desperately. Even if Sunghoon was the one giving them. You showed him the puppydog look you'd learnt from your brother - Jake always used to give his parents that face whenever he wanted something. Sunghoon thought for a moment and then smiled.
"Okay," Sunghoon put his hands in the pockets of his jumper and walked over with a kick in his leg, pulling aside the blanket. "Come here." and he put his arm around you, "don't cry any more."
But you shook your head, breaths coming out shaky and uneven. Sunghoon sushed you softly, pulling your head into his chest so you could cry into him. "Don't cry any more," he whispered again, "you're okay. It's okay, I've got you. None of this is your fault I've got you, Y/N, I've got you."
All you did was shake your head, because it wasn't okay. It wasn't okay, and it was your fault. Everything that went wrong in your relationship with Jay, it was your fault. And you needed to cry. You needed to cry so you could feel at least a small percentage of what Jay was feeling, because you knew you'd never feel as bad as you'd made him feel.
And then the words tumbled out. You didn't feel sorry after saying them, but you knew you meant them, and that you deserved it. "Jay's right," you choked out softly, "I am a slut. I'm a two-faced bitch, a time bomb, and all I do is blow up and push people away from me. I hate myself. I fucking hate myself."
The words fell back into place, swimming around in your head. Hangyeol stood by the door, "You're a two-faced bitch, a time bomb. All you do is push people away from you, Y/N. Do you know that? And I hate you. I fucking hate you."
You flinched away as Hangyeol made for the door, grabbing the handle roughly, reaching into his pocket. For a split second your breathing became ragged and shaky, because you didn't know what he was going to take out. The jewellery box clattered loudly to the ground, smashing photograph as it went, the frame shattering to the ground, one of the shards smearing against your wrist. "Here's your fucking birthday present, you atention seeking whore." and the door slammed shut, but you could still hear the yelling outside the room.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY SISTER!" Jake's footsteps thundered outside his and your bedroom, "you fucking asshole! You better pray to fucking god that you didn't touch her because I swear to god I will fucking kill you! I'll kill you dead!"
You'd never seen Jake so angry in your life, and it just made you cry harder, imagining the seething rage on his face as Hangyeol hissed the words, "the fuck I am. I'm getting the fuck away from your toxic bitch sister -" but Hangyeol didn't finish, leting out an earpiercing scream. "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! You broke my fucking arm, you dickhead!" but Jake wasn't listening, "GET OUT! Get the fuck out of our house! GET OUT BEFORE I BREAK YOUR OTHER ARM!"
Hangyeol and his footsteps recedeed as he left the porch, Jake seething at Heeseung and Sunghoon, who must've been holding him back. "Let me go," hissed Jake, "I'm gonna chase him all the way to his fucking house." but then Heeseung and Sunghoon said something to him, and although you couldn't tell what they were saying, you knew who it was because of his voice. Jake sighed, "yeah, okay, whatever, Heeseung."
And Jake had stopped yelling, but there was still some yelling in the house, although it was much louder, because it was coming from outside the bedroom door. You were scared at first, because you'd thought it was Hangyeol. And then you realised it wasn't Hangyeol, praying that maybe it was Sunghoon, Sunghoon to release your stress.
But it wasn't Sunghoon. "Y/N! Y/N, are you okay?" the banging on the door started again, "Y/N, are you okay?" you looked down before whimpering softly, only just noticing the gashing red blood. "I'm fine!" you squeaked loudly, "I'm fine. I just need your help, Jay, please." it had taken you so long to string together a coherent sentence, but you needed to get Jay's help, you didn't want to make Jake angry again. He would flip if he saw.
Jay kicked the door down. Hangyeol had wedged it shut, but Jay was strong. He wore an expression of calm as he entered, but it quickly evaporated from his face, eyes bulging from his head, a vein in his neck popping.
Jay stood with his fists clenched, "Y/N, you said you were okay. Your wrist is bleeding, you're not okay, there's blood!" but you shook your head, "I'm fine, I'm fine! Can you please just help me?" you tried to wipe the blood, but it stung, and more tears fell from your eyes. "Please," you whined softly, "please, it hurts. Don't want Jake to see. Don't want him to worry."
And another expression washed over Jay's face as he nodded, speaking with a leveled tone. "Okay. Okay, I'll help you. Don't cry, you're okay, okay?" and Jay shut the door softly, walking briskly over, not to you, but to the cupboards on the left side of the room, where you knew he knew a small first aid kit was, given to you by your mother when you went to live with Jake and his friends.
"Jay!" you flinched away from him, tears streaming from your eyes. "It hurts." and Jay let out a shattered sigh, "I know. But I have to clean it or you'll get sick. It's okay, you're going to be okay." as he cleaned it, it was like he was trying to tell himself that.
"There," Jay put the box away, "good as new. Jake won't even notice. Hey... are you okay?" and Jay pulled you gently into his arms, where you cried softly into him. "I always knew Hangyeol was a dick," said Jay matter-of-factly, "you know he was sleeping with four other girls on the side, right?" and you froze for a while, but suddenly his words didn't have any effect on you at all.
"I don't care," you said finally, "I don't give a fuck about him. He can rot in hell, bastard." and Jay nodded before you could start crying again, "good. Don't you ever let anyone treat you like that, okay? Ever." you nodded softly into his shirt, inhaling the smell that made you feel safe.
"No one else is going to touch you, Y/N. I swear on my life. I'm never gonna let anyone touch you ever again. I can keep you safe. Please, please let me keep you safe. I can't bear to see it happen again. I should have done this years ago but please, be mine so I can keep you safe. Please...."
You kept your head in his chest, "please I want that so much. Please can I be yours? Please, JayJay. Please." and Jay's breath hitched, "yes, yes, you'll always be mine. I'll always be yours. I promise I promise."
You let out a soft cry into Sunghoon's lap, repeating the words. "I hate myself. I ruined it all. I hate myself. I hate myself, Sunghoon. We had it so good. And now it's all gone. I blew us up. I fucking blew us up."
"Shut up," said Sunghoon loudly, angrily, "just shut up, Y/N. Don't fucking say that about yourself. Now you listen to me. It wasn't your fault. Okay, so maybe some of it was -" and you cried softly again, "that's not helping!" Sunghoon talked over you, "but you can still fix it. He still loves you. And you still love him. You can still fix it."
But you shook your head, "what if he doesn't want to?"
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Currently possessed by the (probably post-canon?) scenario of willow (with Amity's encouragement, cause despite everything she has faith in her dad) going up to alador and asking for an apology for what happened between amity and willow when they were kids. Because-If we're to believe Amity's memory in Understanding Willow- while he may not have said the actual words, he clearly supported odalia's order for amity to cut ties with willow. I wouldn't be surprised if back then he thought he was just "doing what's best for his daughter", making sure she had friends that ensured her a good place in the social hiarchy, saving her trouble- convenience/practicality over feelings, which feels somewhat inline with how alador behaved towards his kids pre CotH.
Just. How would that even go??? Does alador even remember?? Cause neither blight parent acknowledged her during escaping expulsion- and I honestly wouldn't be surprised if neither of them remembered the drama at Amity's birthday. An axe forgets, but a tree remembers and all that. It'd probably be sooo messy but also so cathartic now that I think about it. An important step in alador being a better dad, him learning to apologize not just to his kids, but also to the people important to his kids that he also hurt (or at least, aided and abetted in hurting). Anyway. Just wanted to drop this here for the other willow enjoyers to see, come rotate this idea in your minds with me at high velocity
Ohhhhh this is really interesting!! The sort of stuff that would make a really cool fic. Personally not the kind of thing I'd know how to tackle because I honestly have no idea. The Blight Family, and by extension the Amity and Willow storyline were admittedly a little sloppily written back in season 1. Which makes things a little tricky to analyse sometimes.
I think its safe to assume that this angle of Alador's charactization (A father who was more emotionally unavailable than actively abusive who only bent to his wife's orders because she threatened to be even worse to the kids if he didn't) was not planned from the beginning.
Like from the scene of him in Understanding Willow, it's obvious that he was originally intended to be on equal standing with Odalia, and just as abusive. Of course we can definitely come up with headcanons as to why he acted as he did just for it to make more sense to us. (My own is that he didn't actually say anything in that moment. He just stood there and because he didn't do anything to intervene, this left an impact on Amity’s memories. He didn't do anything to help so he might as well have been a part of the problem.) But ultimately there's no deep canonical explanation for it, other than the crew just hadn't bothered to characterize him at this stage in production.
My own personal thoughts on it as that Willow isn't really looking for an apology from Alador Blight. In all these years, all of her resentment was pinned on Amity. She loved Amity, which was why her actions hurt Willow so deeply. I always saw Understanding Willow as an episode about closure, specifically about that moment at the birthday party. Like all Willow really wanted to know was that it wasn't Amity's fault, that she never hated her, and she really couldn't care less over the blame being on the Blights instead. Willow doesn't give a fuck about the Blights. She seems pretty resigned to the fact that they suck and doesn't expect anything better from them. So while Willow is not entirely healed from everything she went through afterwards, she's finally let go off all the pain of that memory specifically.
So I don't figure an apology from Alador would be a BIG moment, cause I just see Willow as being mostly over it by now. She's focusing on the future.
But still. Its gotta come up at least once, right? Willow and Amity are slowly but surely becoming close friends again so I assume Alador is gonna be seeing a lot of her. I can imagine him squinting at her for several seconds like "you look familiar."
Willow probably wouldn't want to get into All That so she'd probably just be like "yeah I played with Amity when we were kids."
But AMITY I could absolutely see being like "yeah and there's a reason you haven't seen her in a while, dad."
Which would lead to a very awkward conversation in which Alador's memory is jogged of Odalia complaining about that little girl she didn't want their daughter playing with. And he has a moment where he's like. Holy shit. No matter how much of a hand Alador had in severing the girls' friendship, he absolutely allowed it to happen, which was detrimental not only to his daughter's mental health but another innocent little girl who suffered the consequences for years afterwards.
Alador would absolutely apologize to Willow without being prompted to. It's something he knows he can't make right but it's the only thing he can do. Willow is kinda thrown off guard because she didn't ask for an apology, she didn't expect an apology, she didn't even think she wanted an apology. But she has this moment where its like. He was a part of the reason. He was to blame. Its a kind of closure she didn't know she was looking for. But now that she has it, she finds she appreciates it. Its not automatic forgiveness though. But yknow. "Its a start."
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i remember the first piece of music i ever wrote. i was in sixth grade. the piece was comprised solely of 2nd inversion chords (a reorganized triad with the 5th as the lowest note). i did not know this distinction at the time. i didn't know the specific chords i was playing. all i knew is that i liked the sound of it. i liked how it felt to play. it felt impressive. yet, it still didn't feel like it was mine. it didn't feel like it was my decision to write it.
my parents are both professional musicians. my mother, a music teacher, and my father, a drummer. they are both complex individuals, but as parents, they mostly did their collective best. they had three children together: my older sister, Anna, my older brother, Max, and then me (Miles).
when we were 10, 8, and 4 (respectively), my parents enrolled us in the local swim team despite our protests against it. why would we want to attend a 2-hour swim practice every week night, and wake up at 5am every Saturday for meets during the summer months. we repeated that same schedule for the next 10 years.
when i was in 1st grade, my mother enrolled me in piano lessons. in 3rd grade, i was enrolled in violin lessons. 6th grade, i started drum lessons. 8th grade, voice lessons. it was never my choice. i never questioned it, either. i just assumed that this was what every kid did.
as a result of the high number of activities (in addition to an ADHD diagnosis that my parents had no idea how handle), my school grades were absolutely terrible. why would i care about school when the clearly more important tasks were outside of it. my parents would get messages from my teachers about missing assignments, and then interrogate me as to why i hadn't finished the work.
on top of juggling everything else, i was told that i was going to be joining a children's theater company in 7th grade (which my sister had done a few years prior). for two years during the spring and autumn seasons, i rehearsed every other night in a town 50 minutes away. each season, our company performed in over 30 locations across the Midwest. at the end of my fourth season, i was about to enter high school, where bigger and better performances lied ahead. my mother graciously allowed me to retire from the children's theater.
high school began, and with it started musicals, band, choir, marching band, jazz band, madrigal, vocal jazz (yes really), chordsmen, percussion ensemble, pep band, drama club, etc. my brain was noisy. so many things to do. i became an expert at compartmentalization. why think about school when i had a rehearsal right afterwards? why think about a big exam on Friday when i had a performance on Saturday? my GPA was awful and grades and assignments were now viewable online thanks to a website called Infinite Campus. my mother would check every day. she would ask me about a late assignment or bad grade every day. i was given a tutor. i was to go there every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evening before any rehearsals. this tutor, however, soon became one of my best friends.
she was my neighbor across the street. she had never been a tutor before. as our sessions began, she quickly realized that i was overwhelmed with every aspect of my life. she would use these sessions as moments to teach me how to relax, refocus, and ease the burden of the world. yes, she taught me how to take notes and study for school, but she also taught me how to cook. she taught me how to enjoy the simplest and quietest moments of life. she became my second mother, and still is to this day.
all that said, the damage to my grades at this point was irreversible. i ended high school with a ~1.9 GPA. i had absolutely no clue what to do with my life. i applied, auditioned, and was accepted to a few music programs in the state of Wisconsin, but i was completely and utterly burnt out with music. i had no energy left to be interested or engaged in what felt like a new way my parents found to control the direction of my life.
my ultimate rebellion against my parents wasn't drugs or alcohol (which i certainly did partake in to ease the stress in both middle school and high school), it was attending the local community college with the goal of becoming a business major. i had been conditioned my entire life to focus on music so this decision was as liberating as it was depressing. in defiance of my parents' wishes, i spent the next two years trying to become a "Business Person" (whatever that means).
surprisingly, i became a good student during community college. without the constant slew of extra-curricular activities, i was able to focus on my school work and study. to maintain consistency, i still saw my tutor twice a week. it was during one of those sessions that i showed my tutor a piece of music i was working on for a friend's school game project. after listening, she turned to me and said "you need to pursue music. stop kidding yourself, Miles." i applied for music school the following week and attended the next fall. i have a degree in music composition now. i am a full time composer and teacher now.
i think what i needed all along was for someone other than my parents tell me to pursue music. to feel like that decision came from anyone besides them. now i fool myself every day into thinking that it was my choice, and not my parents'. i am grateful for all of the training and support they gave me growing up. at the same time, i sometimes wish i could have stumbled upon music organically rather than having been forced to do it. i wish i could have been a normal kid for a little while.
my pursuit of a career in music took me all across the country. it led me to multiple ERs, unsolved chronic symptoms, suicidal ideation, therapists, anti-depressants, and thousands of dollars of medical debt. that's a story for another time though.
i spent a good amount of my life thinking i was stupid because i didn't have aptitude in other subjects. it became so entrenched in my mind that i still think i'm stupid sometimes, and that really hurts. that did some damage! wow! my tip for parents: let your kid explore subjects that you aren't interested in. sometimes they just need to find things out for themselves. in other words, sometimes you need to let them "fuck around and find out."
i am the result of an extremely privileged youth. my middle-class parents spent most of their money and time on their children. they loved me enough to sacrifice their busy schedules for my benefit. that is something a lot of people don't have growing up, and, as i've said already, i am very grateful.
if you made it this far into reading this, i am sorry.
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Platonic! Corpse Husband x TEEN! Reader
Gender not specified, They/Them. Reader is assumed 15 years old.
Summary: After another argument with your parent you go to your nice neighbors apartment down the hall. Who would've thought your neighbor happened to be your comfort streamer?
Extra: You don't know Corpse is a streamer. Assume you know Corpse by his actual name and not by his streamer name. (We don't know his actual name therefore he will be referred to as Corpse for simplicity)
Warning(s): Gaslighting, Name calling (lazy, bitch, self absorbed, sensitive, crybaby), arguing, mentions of abandonment. Panic attacks
You and your guardian got into yet another argument. You tried opening up about your feelings with them, telling them how they're treatment towards you is aggressive and it made you feel unappreciated. It started with a fun little family outing until the two of you were alone together while your siblings and other parent were on a ride. The argument resumed the moment you got home and lasted for what felt like hours.
"you're proving my point exactly right now that you don't care about how I feel! All you ever care about is my grades not me!" You said, your voice raising from the pure adrenaline of the argument.
"You think the world will care how you feel? Maybe if you weren't so lazy I wouldn't have to push you so hard! You're missing the big picture over a minor issue!" They yelled back.
You could feel your eyes watering and you know your voice would start shaking. You tried to breathe to relieve the tightening grip in your chest, to no avail. Still, you continued. The last sentence repeating like an echo in your mind.
"You think my feelings are just a minor issue?" You asked. Hurt evident in you voice. You'd hope they'd take it back, realise what they had just said. But again, your hopes were only in vain.
"Oh great here we go again!" They exclaimed, rolling their head dramatically while flailing their arms in the air.
"All you care about is you! Your head is so far up your ass that you just become some self-absorbed bitch! Then when someone gets mad at you, you wanna get all sensitive like a fucking crybaby! Grow the hell up not everything is about you and how you feel nobody gives a shit!"
Your mental barrier collapsed. The air was too thick to breathe in. Your chest tightened. It hurt. Where is all the air? Why the fuck can't you get any air? Your eyes are burning, ears are ringing, throat stinging, something's clamping down on your chest. You can't breathe. You left the apartment. Your guardian let you. Yelling at you to get the fuck out of their face as you left.
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You went down a couple doors, hot tears still streaming down your cheeks. Your shakey finger pressing the button right next to it. Past the relentless sniffles you listened to the ring echo throughout the apartment.
No answer.
Desperate, you try again. Knocking this time.
"Uhm, anyone home? It's Y/N" You spoke, shakiness still lingering in your tone
Your phone buzzed with a notification. You hadn't even realized you still had it on you.
Corpse: coming rn one sec
A few seconds later the door unlocked and opened up. You met face to face with a surprised look on Corpse's face.
"Holy shit kid, you're not lookin' so good" He joked. He was worried of course, but he finds humour is the best approach
"Another argument broke out. Really bad one this time. Can I just crash on the couch for a bit, until I calm down?" You asked. Nerves on edge even though he's never said 'no' before.
"Yea sure come in, just ..gimme a sec real quick"
You walked in and closed the door behind you, making sure it was locked. You sat down on his couch, knees to your chest, before turning around to see Corpse walk into the room he never let anyone in. That certainly peaked your curiosity. It sounded like he was talking to someone, muffled sounds came from the room a bit longer before he walked back out. Tugging the ends of his shirt down (a nervous habit he seemed to have, you've noticed)
"Sorry kid, I'm a bit busy. You can turn on the TV just not too loud. You can also text me about it if you want, I'll keep my phone on vibrate." He explained. He felt a bit guilty, but he couldn't leave the stream for too long. People would get suspicious.
"It's alright. I'll just play on my phone for a bit until your done. Just being out of the house with you nearby is enough to calm me down. Thanks for answering the door still" you said, finally being able to breathe. Your body was still sore and you still felt like crying. You just couldn't bring yourself to do so since it would pressure your nice neighbor into abandoning his seemingly very important job for your silly emotions.
"Anytime. When I'm done we can watch a movie or something" He said simply.
You smiled and nodded at him letting out a hum of agreement. He sighed affectionately while reaching down to your spot on the couch. One elbow still propped up to the back of the couch, the other patting your shoulder, rubbing his thumb across once lightly.
His phone buzzed, catching both of you off guard. He opened the notif quickly. You wondered who it was from.
"I've gotta get back in there now" he said gesturing towards the mysterious door. "I'll be back though. Help yourself while I'm gone"
Must've been his boss wondering what's taing so long, you thought. "You make it sound like you'll be hours away instead of a room over" you joked. He laughed, his eyes crinkling in the corners. He then went back into the room, closing the door behind him.
Though he gave you full permission to TV usage, you whipped out your phone. His TV didn't have twitch and you wanted to see if Corpse_Husband was streaming. As though heaven itself finally showed you some pity, he actually was! You found him by chance and noticed he sounded alot like your kind neighbor! Of course you know it's a bit rude to compare people, but since his voice sounded similar it brought you an odd sense of comfort. Often watching the vodds or horror story narrations whenever your neighbor wasn't able to keep you company. Having to be 'somewhere else for a while' he always said.
You sat watching the stream for awhile, being on edge whenever Corpse was the imposter, having to carry the match since his teammate was voted off early. Corpse said he'd be right back on the stream. Your neighbor came outside the door, checking in on you. You thought the timing was funny, somehow lining up. Of course you only thought it was a coincidence and nothing more.
It didn't bother you, as you still watched the stream. Until it happened 2 more times. Corpse leaves, your neighbor comes out of the room, Corpse comes back, your neighbor is inside his secret room. You got skeptical but wanting to keep denying it. Corpse is very secretive and doesn't want anyone, not even his irls knowing about his identity! If you figured it out, and it turned out to be true, wouldn't that be the same as never being allowed to see your neighbor again? He'd also start avoiding you. Then he'd make you delete all of the funny videos/pictures of him for security reasons. Oh my god. What if he can't handle the anxiety so he moves!?
You weren't even upset about not being able to see your comfort streamer, or him keeping it a secret. What scared you was your kind timid neighbor, who you spent so much time with, who you'd text and game with when you couldn't sleep, who would watch movies and shows with you no matter how childish, listened to you with all your family bullshit, leaving you. He'd block your number, un-add you on his videogame friends list, and cut you off. Your chest tightened again. Your eyes burned even more. It's all too much. Way too much. If he leaves you what would you do? At this point you literally thought of him as family. He's the older brother you never got. Much better than your other brothers. Who seemed like they could give less of a shit.
You felt a warm weight on your shoulder, shaking you slightly. The feeling seemingly yanking you out of your thoughts. Your head whipped up looking at your neighbor. His expression filled with concern. It didn't help your situation. Seeing his face made you curl further more into yourself (you didn't realize you were curled up to begin with), and start crying. Full on sobbing like a baby who'd just lost their parents in a public place.
Corpse froze, not knowing what to do. He's seen you in a wreck before, but this is a new level. It's alot, even for him. Not knowing what to do, he just hugs you. You feel his arms wrap around you and you instinctively wrap yours around him. Hugging him tighter than you probably ever have. Corpse was in pain due to how hard you were squeezing with his already sore body (from gaming and sitting too long) but he never told you about his fragile body, only that he'd get sick easily. He sat and endured while he tried calming you down. Pretty ironic
"I'm fucking horrible at this, but hey try to breathe okay? in and out. For 5 seconds each"
He said. Now he's glad he's done a lot of research for calming panic attacks. Granted, it was so he can try to calm himself down but it helped him help you, so that's a bonus.
His mind was racing, seemed like he has to calm himself down too before he goes into a panic attack with you. Why did you start breaking down? Did you get a mean text/call? Were you just building up too much emotion? Wtf?? He curiously glaced at your phone and saw his character. His amongus character on the screen. He panicked even more at his stream being watched by you while he was in the apartment actively doing it. Then he saw chat asking where he was and what was taking so long. Some speculated he was just busy, others were worried his health made him have to pause the game, some joked saying he had a hot goth chick over, others were so lewd he didn't even wanna think about it... His anxiety was off the chart. Between his viewers, his friends and you. Great. Now he was panicking.
"Just give me one second, I'll be right back" He quickly said. He practically ran into the other room, told the viewers to calm down we wasn't dead. Then made up a lie that he was in the kitchen making some food and eating it, since if he didn't eat now he wouldn't have a chance to later. Thankfully most of them bought it. He made sure to re-mute his mic and came back to you. He noticed red flash on your screen and saw that Toast had killed him. 'That fucker. I knew he was the imposter ' Corpse thought to himself. The little distraction helped calm him down a tad, boosting his ego knowing he was right.
"Ok, listen kid tell me what's wrong. If you don't, I can't help, if you don't wanna tell me that's chill too I just uh- I don't know or I can stay here for a minute?"
He spoke out hastily. Yet still the words came out better than he expected them to.
"I-it's-"
you stuttered out. Should you even tell him? No, you should. He has the right to know and make his own choice about what to do with you later
He looked at you patiently. Waiting for you to speak clearly.
You took a big breath and spoke as fast as you could.
"I watch this streamer his name is Corpse except now I think you're Corpse, but I know Corpse doesn't want anyone knowing about his identity and he gets bad anxiety! so I really really hope that this is some giant misunderstanding cause if it's not I might lose you or things would change and-"
Your lungs burned as you heaved in air. Tears pricking the corner of your eyes yet again. This time from lack of oxygen. Also yea, maybe a bit of stress..
Corpse was hella panicking at this rate. You know? How many others knew? Did they just keep it from him to try and give him comfort? He tried not making it obvious. Fuck. Before he could speak you spoke up again, having a decent amount of air in your lungs.
"-And I really don't want you to leave me or feel weird about me being here! I know teens are stupid but I promise I'm not stupid and I won't tell people I know or send them photos of your face or something!"
Your breath slowed, the words coming out on their own.
"just please...please don't cut me off ______."
He was dumbstruck. Utterly dumbstruck... He couldn't be any more clueless. Cut you off? You? You don't need anything else going wrong in your childhood. He himself is barely managing to try and hold it together. Sure he was scared of people figuring out who he is, but he wouldn't cut them out of his life. Especially for something so small. Don't get him wrong it's a big deal but damn. He felt a bit hurt that you'd think he'd do that. Not like he could blame you though. He knows how anxiety takes over all rational thinking. He didn't know what to say, but still he opened up and finally spoke.
"dude, I don't know if I should be offended or not" a small chuckle escaped his lips
"Trust me, I'm not gonna cut you out of my life just 'cause of that. I mean hey, with how often you come over it was gonna happen eventually."
He paused, configuring his next set of words carefully.
"To be fair, it'll probably be easier now that you do know. Now I can finally stop telling chat I ordered pizza. They're probably verryyyy concerned about my food choices" He partially joked
You couldn't help but laugh at that, wiping your tears in the process.
"Aren't you mad? Or like, scared of me leaking your face?" You asked
"oh no, scared shitless. You've got some heavy blackmail, looks like now I'll have to cater to that expensive sweet tooth of yours" He said, putting his hands up in defeat like he was surrendering a fight
That one made you burst out laughing. You couldn't even imagine blackmailing him for sweets! Without even thinking you blurted-
"Yea sure! If I wanted my face plastered over the news and my name in the next amber alert!"
You both started laughing your asses off. All the worries are seemingly forgotten. You stayed like that for a few minutes, just joking back and forth then laughing even more. Your ribs HURT like hell but it was all too funny!
After a while when you two *finally* calmed down Corpse realized he forgot about his stream. I don't think they'll fall for him "eating food" for nearly 30mins.
Panic mode was activated but he pushed it back a bit.
"How about you come in the room. We can handle specifics later but I think chat wants an actual explanation on why I've been gone for so long and I don't think they'll buy the 'I was eating' act. In the meantime I can introduce you to my friends"
Your heart was racing at the thought of going inside his secret room. On top of that talking to chat AND meeting his friends who happened to be streamers you also really admire!
"I'll take you up on that offer! I'll sit on the floor and watch!" You said, practically hopping out of your seat on the (probably tear and snot stained) couch.
You went into the room and everything felt alright again. Some new ground rules would be set of course but you didn't mind. Your kind neighbor wasn't leaving you, he's even letting you be a part of the stream! It's been a rough day but you know by the end of your comfort streamers well--stream you'd be better off than you have been in a while.
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A/N: This is my first fic for Corpse and my first fic in general for Tumblr! Sorry if Corpse here seems out of character, I tried. I haven't proof read it all the way, I'll re-read it all once I get the chance. That's all <3
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#Corpse#Corpse_husband#platonic#teen#found family#fanfic#corpse fanfic#corpse husband fanfiction#hurt/comfort#self indulgent#a lil angst#fluff#comfor streamer#shed a tear while writing this 💀
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SaL anon here friend with my thoughts on Tuesday's episode and some other thoughts I'll get to. So the episode was amazing, emotional, so well acted, and basically hitting every kidnapped lover trope in the book to great effect. Slow, horrifying realization by their other half that something is wrong when no one else thinks so. Team up between them and a close relative who grounds them so they can crack the case. Kidnapped lover has a chance to escape but doesn't take it because it lead to
the other getting hurt. Performing CPR on the kidnapped lover because they FUCKING DIED!! Truly a glorious fanfiction come to life and I loved every moment of that part.
It goes without saying that I would have gladly traded less Owen for more 126, but the TK and Gabriel team up was amazing. The serial killer aspects were pretty minimal so I didn't need to skip anything (ngl, after seeing the cookie thing in the preview i was terrified), hell Trudy was deranged but kinda sweet.
So here we come to my salty thoughts so feel free to ignore if you want. As much as I loved the episode, it was hardly part of any sort of arc for Carlos, if we can even say that there was one. Aside from the basic setup, nothing in it relied on the previous 3 episodes. You could have had Tarlos fight for any reason and Carlos get kidnapped on a case and it would have played out the same way. So if there is any sort of arc for Carlos its in the previous 3 episodes, and I'm having trouble seeing it. An arc (to me) is character has a problem, things happen, resolution has character come out stronger on the other side (see the top tier Buck tsunami arc, Buck feels useless without his job, he saves Chris, discovers he has value to others outside his job.) So what was Carlos's arc? It was supposedly confronting his past but that didn't really happen. He's there for Iris when he thinks he hadn't been, but he would have been for any friend who went missing. If it was about confronting his reasons for getting married shouldn't we have seen a conversation with his parents? Right now the marriage thing isn't even necessary as backstory, we already knew Carlos had these issues in S2. If Tim was going to introduce 5 million plot holes with this info it needed a payoff. Maybe more will be said later in the season, till then i feel like 4x04 is a beautiful work of fan service to vaguely justify Tim's poorly thought out/executed headcanon.
Hello my friend and I'm sorry I'm so late getting to this! My mom had some issues at work and then got sick and then I got like, a weird (for me) amount of energy to Do Something Productive and spent about 6+ hours yesterday sorting The Box Of Important Papers I have been throwing shit into for years and I couldn't stop or I would never start again and it would remain half-sorted for the foreseeable future. But now I've got some time before I start anything else (or just lay around and read/recover for the rest of the day)!
The Tarlos of Tuesday's episode was sooooo so so good! We got delicious angst without being an over the top serial killer torture fest (and yeah Trudy was enabling her son but you can't look at the way he talked to her and tell me he wasn't abusing her and she wasn't just waiting to be the next one he killed the second she failed to "prove" her love for him. Also, am I the only one that assumed when she said his dad "left" and he burnt himself dissolving "something" that he murdered his dad? ANYWAY), we got some truly beautiful lines from both TK and Carlos about their love for each other, and Rafael really just acted his heart out all episode. I loved every minute of their stuff this episode. I was particularly thrilled with the TK/Gabriel scenes and the way he and Andrea just were SO happy to see TK even without Carlos, and were prepared to just have him over to hang out for a bit was SOOOO sweet and speaks volumes about how much closer they have grown. We love to see it! And the parallels to Carlos and Owen looking for TK when he went missing?! *chef's kiss* Get you a father in law who will listen to your concerns about their child and take them seriously and will follow your lead when you Know Something Is Up.
And honestly, Owen had some lines that did make me laugh! I actually think him and O'Brian play off each other really well and I enjoy their reluctant team up. I am just ABSOLUTELY bored to tears with this stupid storyline for them. One is a fire captain and the other is a motorcycle cop! HOW are they both just being totally removed from their first responder world to push this whole boring ass FBI investigation that, from a lot of the comments I've seen around, no one could give two shits about. There are SO MANY procedurals on that revolve around these investigations and a couple other "firefighter" shows that are more about the soap opera level drama than the fun/occasionally serious and painful rescue calls. The 911verse has always stood out for being different, more hopeful and fun, having drama but not being A Drama, and being full of fun and interesting rescues that tie in with what the main characters are going through. And both shows losing their way SO early in their runs is...disappointing. And frustrating that the people in charge have gotten a lot of feedback about what fans AND the GA tune in for (cool/fun emergencies! Some drama but not too OTT, focus on our main characters and their relationships to/with each other!) and have decided they would rather be like every other show out there than to deviate from what they personally want to do because the audience enjoys something they don't think is The Thing Everyone Should Be Enjoying This Much. (Or worse, turn those earnest things that people loved about the show into a joke because they resent their audience and fanbase that gives their show longevity and keeps it trending and pulls in new viewers for some reason. 🙃🙃🙃) ANYWAY, I am READY for this Owen storyline to take a back fucking seat to literally anything. I've been re-watching season 1 and the difference in TK and Owen's relationship then and now is so disappointing to see. I know Ronen said he and RL have a really good TK/Owen episode (or scene? I don't fully remember) so I'm looking forward to that but I really, REALLY need to see more emergencies and first responder moments on this *checks notes* show very specifically about first responders doing their jobs. VERY excited for Marjan to get a storyline this week!
As for your salty thoughts, I'm with you. I don't *hate* the "Carlos married Iris" storyline but it definitely could have been handled better/more seamlessly (especially watching season1 again and the clues they COULD have dropped without revealing what was going on but didn't), and honestly was not needed as a set up for this episode. Actually, as much as what we got was good, I personally think it would have been better being an entirely separate thing from Iris. Like, if they just wanted to have Carlos getting hurt and TK teaming up with Gabriel to find him, they could have cut the whole thing about Iris going missing and put more emergency calls into episode 3 and had TK and Carlos still in a tiff because they're both stressed about Iris not signing the divorce papers yet, and then had Carlos get trapped while at work on a call! He could have been trying to save someone, hell it could have even been Iris! And we could have seen him talking to this person (even BETTER if it was Iris!) about all this love he has for TK and about TK's love for Gwen, and fighting to get out but not quite being able to make it, and even going into cardiac arrest and needing CPR! He still could have been off-duty with no one knowing he was involved at first so TK could still have the talk with the 126 and the call to Grace, and a moment with the Reyes parents and the ultimate team up with Gabriel. I just think there was a way to tie it more into the premise of first responders while still keeping all the good stuff we got!
And you're right about it not really being an "arc" because we...didn't actually get that much from Carlos about HIMSELF. We got the scene where he first tells TK about being married and why he did it, but we still know NOTHING about if they had a true wedding and told everyone or if it's something that they did privately and it came up later when she disappeared, we have no idea if everyone in the family knew it was a sham wedding or found out later, we still don't know when they decided it was cool to date other people and if they ever lived together, or how Carlos felt about watching his best friend start to change and become someone he didn't recognize, we know NOTHING except it is a Thing That Happened and they didn't get a divorce before she disappeared because ??? "reasons" (even though no one batted an eye about her having a long-term relationship with someone else), then she was presumed dead, and then it was because the US healthcare system is a joke. We didn't get to delve much into Carlos' side of things, just hear his version of Iris's side of things! And as you said, if it was about him confronting his past, WHERE was a talk with his parents?! Where was the discussion about his choice to do this and what they did or didn't say or did or didn't know about it all?!
I'm hoping we get some more in the coming weeks because we still don't have a resolution to this arc since Iris still has not applied for an annulment or signed the papers, we haven't seen Carlos talking to his parents, and we didn't get a big growth moment or anything because we didn't get to see TK talking to anyone about how he was trying to be supportive but he was really reeling from the news and wanted to make sure Carlos felt supported and loved but he also needed to vent about it. Like, the only conflict is about if it can happen soon enough for the wedding in 8-ish weeks, because everyone is on board and everyone is fine with things. IDK it just feels like if this was going to be a big thing, it needed to be A Big Thing which you can do without the people in the couple being awful to each other, but you do kind of need to allow them to have big and occasionally messy feelings, and TALK about those feelings, and show some change from the start of the arc to the end. There was never any really true conflict here, so there is...nowhere to grow from. I don't hate this, I just think it could have been handled a little better and more interestingly but SO MUCH TIME is going to this Owen arc that everything else is suffering instead of giving this plot some room to breathe and filling up the time with more emergencies, and giving Owen a more central arc later on. 🤷🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️
As always, thanks for your thoughts my friend! I'll be working on our song ask next!
#my sweet nonnie friends#sleeping at last anon#911 lone star#lone star spoilers#tarlos#i think maybe it's frustrating because it's good but has the potential RIGHT THERE to be great#and it's soooo close#but instead we have to watch this side story about the FBI that has nothing to do with either of the character's jobs#or about first responders and what they do
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fluff friday yay
"you're my family too" flynn x reggie
Ray Molina had the tendency to adopt pretty much every friend of Julie's that happened to walk through his door, so he was no stranger to coming home and finding any number of them lounging on his couch, raiding his fridge, or more often than not, making music out in the garage. He always made sure to say hello, ask about their day, give them whatever reassurance, or hugs that they needed, and went about his day.
Today however, when he came home and found Reggie slumped over the island, he stopped. Mainly because Flynn was there, rubbing over his back, and sent Ray a look saying that she got this, and he nodded, going off to his office.
Or well, that was the plan, but hey, he's a dad, and eavesdropping is one perk he allows himself, even if neither of these are his real kids, he still worries about them, and wants to be informed about all the ways he can help.
"You ready to talk now boo?" Flynn asked, quiet and steady.
Reggie sniffled. "It's just... my parents were at it again, when I got home. They always are."
Flynn hummed, then said "Yeah, but it normally doesn't get to you like this. So tell me what happened."
"I don't think they even noticed me at first. Mom was angry because my dad hadn't brought his laundry down, and this was her only window to get it done before she went off to the night shift at the diner."
"Why can't he just do his own laundry? My dad does all of ours."
Ray heard the creak of a chair, the soft sound of leather squeaking, and he assumed Reggie was sitting up more now. "No, it's worse when he doesn't have it done. Easier to just... Anyways, she found lipstick on his collar, of all the tired clichés. And that just started the old fight all over again."
"What old fight is that?"
Reggie sighed. "Oh you know, he can't keep it in his pants, and then he counters with how much she slept around ages ago, and then..." A sob, and Ray ached to gather Reggie into his arms, and he peered around the corner, seeing Flynn had done just that, Reggie's tears flowing down his face. "He said... he was sure I wasn't even his. And even if I was, what a lousy kid I was. How we were a joke of a family, stuck together by circumstance."
"Bastard," Flynn muttered, earning her a wet and weak chuckle from Reggie.
"But he's right you know... we are a joke of a family. No one wants to be there, and I hightailed it out of there after that, but I could hear her tell him to just leave then as I did. I-I don't think he'll come back if he does." He let out another sniffle. "My family is broken Flynn."
"They're not your family Reggie," Flynn said, her voice sure, pulling him up so they were face to face. "The band is your family. The Molinas are. Heck, you ask Ray, and he calls you mijo just as often as he does Carlos. You don't need parents like that when you have us."
Reggie sat there, face astounded for a moment, like he never realized, and Ray had to hold himself back from rushing in there. He knew Reggie's home life was nothing to write home about, and if Ray had the power, he'd have Reggie living here by day's end. He'd go as far to adopt him if Reggie would let him, and he doubted the Peters would put up much of a fight.
Finally, a small smile broke on Reggie's face. "You're my family too. You know that right?"
Flynn smiled, a tiny blush on her face as she flicked her braids over her shoulder. "Well d'uh. Now, I propose we find out where Julie hid the good snacks and then see if we can track down Ray for a good dad hug." She then spotted Ray in the doorway and he gave her a nod.
Reggie grinned, motioning to the cupboard next to the fridge, pulling out a bag of Julie's favourite cookies. "I'd really like that."
Flynn shot Ray a subtle thumbs up, and he rushed out to the garden, giving them some time before he 'came home' and surprised them with hugs. He just hoped he got to them before they ate all of Julie's cookies, because family or not, you did not mess with his mija when it came to her snacks.
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I need this story to be out in the world somewhere.
In the summer of 2017, I went to my first and only ever sleep-away summer camp. It was one of several being offered at a college about 2.5 hours from home in the middle of nowhere, Ohio, and while I have several stories from that week, the most impactful and vexing one is possibly my whirlwind acquaintance with a young couple from one of the other camps.
I can only assume they were a couple; they never told me as much, but I read it as 'our parents only let us come and share a room because they think we're both cishet girls'. So I didn't ask.
We walked back from a movie together on the last night of camp. The weather had turned iffy and they'd decided that whatever outside activity they'd had planned wasn't a good idea with the chance of lightning, so we'd piled in some classroom with a projector screen with all the people from the other camps that we hadn't really talked to all week. I don't remember what the movie was, but on the way out I heard this person complaining about how bad the Eragon movie was. So in an uncharacteristically outgoing moment, I said something about how right that opinion is. And we talked on the way back, and I learned about heat lightning, and this person, called Abby at the time, asked if I'd read Name of the Wind. When I said that I hadn't, she said that I had to. And clearly anyone with such opinions as 'the Eragon books kick ass but the movie was bad' for all the same reasons as I held that opinion had the right of things and would give me a good recommendation.
I reserved Name of the Wind at the library as soon as I got back to the room I was staying in and had the wifi to do it. I had breakfast with Abby and the person I assume was her partner (whose name I unfortunately can't remember) in the morning. We joked about D&D things and kleptomania. She showed me a real critter skull (a raccoon, maybe?) that was covered in pink glitter, and I remember being amazed at the way that item somehow encompassed my entire impression of her and confused at why anyone would bring such a thing to a week-long camp.
And that was it. I think I saw the two of them in passing before we all left a few hours later, but I didn't exchange any way to stay in touch, and I've never recognized either of them again. I'm not sure I would.
And I'm not sure I'll ever get to properly thank Abby for giving me one of the most impactful books I have ever read. I can't say if I would have ever found it otherwise, (and down that path of thinking lies madness,) but that is how it happened, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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Alley Cat and Street Rat - Chapter 1
Kokichi/Kaede, Kokichi & Dice, Kokichi & Angie, Kaede & Shuichi [Established relationship, Aged Up Characters, Miraculous AU, Thieves, Superhero AU]
Kokichi's life has been on a steady track for years, he goes stealing with Dice, he's dating Kaede, and he's been pretty good at keeping those two lives separate. When he ends up stealing some magical jewelry that grants him special powers, his life becomes a lot more interesting and his two worlds become a little harder to keep apart.
Shuichi's calm life seems to avalanche over night. It starts with a case coming across his desk about a group of thieves, escalates when he receives a strange present from his parents that give him strange abilities, and culminates when a supervillain calling himself Yokai starts terrorizing the city. As these separate problems combine into one when he takes up the mantle of a hero and learns the thieves he's chasing have the same abilities as the villain he's fighting.
Prologue
OoOoOo
"When are you going to introduce me to Dice?"
Kokichi raised his book so that he could look across the apartment to see Kaede was standing in the kitchen. He was hanging upside down off the edge of the couch, feet brushing against the wall where they were propped up on the back of the couch and his hair brushing the floor. Kaede still had her back to him as she focused on burning breakfast.
Well, Kokichi assumed that she would burn it because she was a terrible cook. She could rarely follow a recipe without trying to add something or getting distracted so that it ended up burned. The fact that she was keeping her eyes on the food would have been a good sign, but the fact that she had started this conversation meant that her mind wasn't really on it. He didn't mind though. They had poptarts in the cabinets that he could snag.
"I have introduced you to Dice," he replied. It was pretty much impossible for him to spend any significant time with someone without them colliding with Dice in some way. Dice were the most important thing in his life and while Kaede was steadily climbing higher on that list, she hadn't and likely wouldn't surpass Dice.
Kaede turned to glare at him over her shoulder. "Only, like, three members," she said. Technically five, but he wasn't sure she had realized that he had long recruited some of their former classmates. Though if he really thought of it, all of Dice had met her by now, she just didn't know it. There was no way Dice would ever let their leader date, let alone live with someone that they hadn't met and vetted to some extent. She was at a bit of a disadvantage when it came to spotting Dice members though. There were a lot of people that came up to her all the time, either because she was a Hope's Peak alumni or because she was a famous pianist, and it was hard to keep up when you met that many people a day. Or so he heard. Kokichi was pretty good at remembering people.
"So, what about it?" he asked.
"Three people isn't all of Dice," she complained. "I want to meet everyone."
Kokichi sighed and closed his book, tossing it up on the couch beside him. "What for?"
"What do you mean, what for?" she asked, voice becoming louder with incredulousness. "Because they're important to you. They're practically your family, right?"
"They are my family," he corrected.
"So why wouldn't I want to meet your family?" She asked, fully turning toward him and putting her hands on his hips. Definitely going to burn those eggs, or whatever it is.
Kokichi sighed loudly. "Sounds like a lot of work, to me."
"Kokichi," she said in a scolding tone. She walked away from the stove, big mistake, and kneeled down so that she could look him in his eyes. A silly thing to do when he was upside down. His expression went from scolding to soft in moments. "I want to be closer to you. You want that too, right?"
Kokichi met her eyes and said, "Your food is burning."
The calm expression was immediately replaced with panic as she got to her feet. "No, the omelet!" She ran over to the stove and began fussing around with the pan, trying to save the undoubtedly ruined meal.
Kokichi slid off the couch and onto the floor before rolling over and getting to his feet. "Poptarts are on the shelf," he told her helpfully.
Kaede gave him an exasperated look over her shoulder. "I don't want junk food for breakfast."
"And I don't want burned food," he said, walking to the cabinet and pulling out the box. "Guess our tastes are just too different."
"Don't eat that, she told him. "I'm going to make us a nice breakfast for once."
Kokichi gave her a flat look. "A nice breakfast of what? Cereal?"
Kaede frowned, looking back down at the mess in her pan. "Maybe it doesn't taste that bad?" she asked hopefully.
Kokichi looked her in the eyes as he ripped open his poptarts and took a bite of one. "Then you eat it."
Kaede made a sound of distress as she hung her head. Kokichi pat her shoulder as he walked by.
"Better luck next time, sweet cheeks."
"Don't call me sweet cheeks," she grumbled half-heartedly. She knew by now that objections basically guaranteed that he would use the nickname again, but it was a hard habit to break.
Kokichi watched from the couch as she scrapped the food from the pan, dropped it in the sink, and slowly trudged over to sit beside him. He held out his poptart for her to take a bite and Kaede sighed before doing so.
"See, it's not so bad," he said.
Kaede groaned and let her head fall onto his shoulder. He continued letting her take bites of his poptart
OoOoOo
It was mid-afternoon when Kokichi met up with Dice. They had a lot of meeting places within the city, the main one being in an area that had been dubbed Hideout Park. It was a completely normal park but after meeting there a few times, Joy had made a joke about it being their hideout and the name had stuck. It wasn't the largest park, but it was in a fairly busy area making their constant gathering seem very inconspicuous.
There was a path that ran through the park and a picnic table that sat to one side, known as the throne after he routinely used it as a chair instead of a table. Today was no different and Kokichi hopped up on the table as soon as he arrived. "Bow to your king!"
Joy was kneeling on the ground in a circle of dogs they were meant to be walking, trying to pet all seven of them with her two hands. She looked up at him, rolled her eyes, and continued trying to pet the herd of excited canines. Princess was sitting on the grass with one of the smaller dogs in her lap and she waved at him. Bishop and Ace both smiled at him, the latter trying to reach over Joy to hook leashes on dog collars.
"Hey boss," Bishop greeted.
"You're late," Ace told him.
"A king is never late," he declared. He looked around briefly to see if he could spot any of his other minions, frowning when he didn't. "Where's my good for nothing second?" he asked.
"Angie had a commission," Joy answered. "She took Raeve with her and Jack thought that he should supervise."
Kokichi sighed. "Typical." Angie, otherwise known as Brush once he had taken her under his wing, was more chaotic than she was reliable most of the time. Kokichi didn't need a reliable stick in the mud though, that's not what made her his second in command. No, he needed someone that could ride the same wave of chaos that he did, someone that was devious and reckless but not stupid. Lantern thought that he should be second in command because he was reasonable and usually tried to reign Angie in for that reason. The fact that he usually failed emphasized his lack of suitability to the role.
"Did you need her for something?" Ace questioned. His bleached blonde hair stood up at a 90 degree angle, but rather than make him stand out, he looked rather normal among them. A lot of people bleached their hair and used too much gel. Bishop was big and round with a bald head, Princess was smaller than even Kokichi with hair so long it nearly trailed the ground, and Joy had bright pink hair with shaved sides. Comparing them, Ace seemed like your typical delinquent.
"Kaede wants to meet you all," Kokichi said instead of addressing Ace's question.
Joy's face lit up. "We get to meet the mistress?"
"Don't call her the mistress," he said. "That makes me sound like some sleazeball."
"What does she want with us?" Ace questioned.
"The usual," Kokichi answered with a shrug, looking at his nails. "Torture, interrogation, intimidation."
Ace's eyes widened. "Wait, really?"
Joy snickered. "No way. He's kidding."
Ace looked at Joy. "But are you sure? I mean, if she's dating the boss then..."
"If she was like Kichi then she would have already met us by now," Princess said. She looked up at Kokichi. "Right?"
Kokichi smiled widely at her. "Some minions are brighter than others."
"Hey!" Ace yelled.
Kokichi laughed as he hopped off the table. "Enough messing around. We've got a job to do!"
They all nodded, getting to their feet and handing out the dogs leashes until they all had the dogs that they could handle. Dice Dog Sitting services had been a successful endeavor for them since before he graduated from Hope's Peak and it was enough for them to scrape by. Of course, their other endeavors went a long way as well.
"Onward!" he exclaimed.
"Onward!" they echoed him.
OoOoOo
The minute Kaede reached the table where Shuichi was waiting for her she let out a loud groan. She let her body fall into the seat and dropped her head onto the table, not caring at all if she got a few stares from the other patrons at the cafe. She and Shuichi always chose to sit outside where the noise was more acceptable and years of dating Kokichi had made her less uptight about causing small scenes in public. The same couldn't be said of Shuichi though, who looked around nervously before he even addressed her.
"Um, is something wrong?" he asked.
"Today was a disaster," she told him. "Again!"
Shuichi's eyes still glanced around but he kept the majority of his attention on her. He really did worry too much about what others thought of him, she wasn't being that loud. "What happened?"
"I ruined breakfast."
"Well, that's not new," he said. When she lifted her head to look at him, Shuichi tried to swiftly backtrack. "I-I mean, um, did Kokichi complain or..."
Kaede sighed again, deciding not to comment on his less than delicate reponse. "No, but he never complains. And he still doesn't want me to meet Dice either!"
"Did he say that?" Shuichi asked and Kaede could tell by the way his eyes sharpened and his lips thinned that he would be offended on her behalf if he did. The thought actually made her smile, just a little.
"Not in so many words," she told him. "But he did change the subject." The fact that the subject changed to her burning food was irrelevant. She folded her arms under her and sulked just a little. It wasn't fair that he had a secret organization and wouldn't tell her anything about it.
Shuichi lifted his hand to his lips as he thought, a habit that he still hadn't broken all these years later. "Maybe he has a good reason that he doesn't want you to meet them."
Kaede frowned. "What reason could he have? These people are his family and I live with him now!"
Shuichi held up his hand, leaning away from her glare. "It was just a suggestion! I don't want to-"
Kaede leaned closer to him. "But you're a detective, right? So detect something!"
Shuichi leaned further away from her. "Um, it doesn't really work like that."
Kaede sighed as she put her head back on the table. "Sorry, I'm just driving myself in circles here. Why doesn't he want me to meet them? Does he think they won't like me?"
"Well..." Whatever Shuichi was in the middle of saying was cut off by a scream. The two of them, as well as several other people in the cafe, stood up to look around for the sound. Several people were beginning to run past, though they still wouldn't see what was causing the commotion.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"It's a Yokai attack!" someone hastily spat out.
"What?" Kaede pushed herself away from the table as she got to her feet, trying to look toward what was happening.
Shuichi put a hand on her shoulder. "Kaede. We should go."
Kaede noded. "Right."
While the people around them were standing up and trying to lean over the cafe's rail to see what was happening, she and Shuichi went the other way toward the bathrooms.
Yokai, as he called himself, had been making random attacks on the city for a while now. No one was sure where he had come from, or what he wanted, but every time he made his move he was there and gone before anyone had the chance to do anything about it.
That was, until now. Kaede looked down at the small winged brooch that was clipped to her shirt. "Do you think we should?" he asked softly. She looked up at Shuichi, seeing the same indecision on his face before he nodded.
"If we can do something, then... we should try," he said.
Kaede smiled at him. "You're right. See you on the other side." They went separate ways, him into the male restrooms and her into the women's. She briefly looked around to make sure the place was empty before ducking into one of the stalls. She took a few deep breaths to steady herself. "Alright, we can do this. Nooroo?"
Her kwami, a small purple plushie-like creature with large eyes and butterfly wings, floated out in front of her with a smile. "You'll be great, Master. I believe in you."
Kaede smiled back at it. "Alright, Nooroo. Wings rise!" There was a flash of light around her and she could feel the transformation as it spread over her. Once it was done, she opened the door and looked over herself briefly. She'd only transformed a handful of times before and she hadn't really gotten the chance to see how she looked any of those times. Red butterfly wings drooped behind her and there were wings on the side of her cap. She had a red mask over her eyes, with matching gloves and shoes, but her shoes and tights were black. The cane in her hand looked a bit more like a wand, a red butterfly emblem below the pommel.
Kaede only paused long enough to give herself a quick once over before she was pushing herself out the bathroom's window, and rushing toward where she heard the commotion.
Shuichi was only a few steps behind her. He looked a lot less elaborate than she did, dressed all black with a button up shirt tucked into slacks, a black cap pulled low on his head, and black fingerless gloves. The only spot of color was the blue of his mask, his hair that looked wilder and fluffier than normal, and the dog ears peeking out from the sides of his cap.
Kaede gave him an encouraging smile. Even though he'd done this a little more often than she had, he was still far from being an expert. "We can do this," she told him.
Shuichi pulled on his hat, much like he used to in highschool. "I hope you're right."
OoOoOo
They heard the screaming before they got to the scene. There was a web of string covering the area, thin in some areas but thick and black in others. At least, Shuichi thought that it was string, before he was able to spot Yokai standing in the center of it all. The man was dressed in a loose, flowing white top and golden hakama trousers, a giant paintbrush strapped to his back. He had skin that was pure white like it was made of marble, golden pupil-less eyes, and long trails of black hair which were connected to the trails of string all around them. All around the area, he could see people being accosted by this sentient hair, grabbing hold of limbs or wrapping around necks.
"Oh no," Kaede said as soon as she saw what he did. "We have to save them."
"I'll rescue as many as I can," he told her. "You need to distract him."
"Right." Kaede set her sights on Yokai and jumped into the hair, the red wings on her back coming to life to help carry up to the top of the building where Yokai waited.
Shuichi focused his attention on the first person he saw whose neck was being gripped by the hair. He pulled out his weapon, a small blue ball, and tossed it at them. It hit them and bounced back into his hand. "Fetch!" he called out and the person was teleported from where they were into Shuichi's waiting arms. The sudden weight brought Shuichi to his knees as he tried to hold up the person as they coughed and struggled to catch their breath, but he sighed in relief that the power worked like it was supposed to. He couldn't spare too much time though. He ran through the area, tossing his ball out at anyone that was in a bad spot and calling them safely to his side.
Once he'd rescued everyone that was in immediate danger, he turned his attention to Yokai and Kaede. Yokai was brandishing his giant paintbrush as a weapon and Kaede was using her cane to deflect the blows. She looked far from confident though, slowly backing up from Yokai's steady advances as he rained down blow after blow.
"Why are you doing this?" Kaede asked. "Why are you hurting people?"
Yokai ducked beneath her guard and jammed the end of his paintbrush into her stomach, making her double over. "I don't think that's any of your concern."
Kaede looked up at him, face contorted in pain. She still managed to fling her cane out toward his leg, causing him to hiss in pain. "It is my concern! I refuse to let you do whatever you want!"
Shuichi ran to get closer to her, jumping from cars to streetlights to make his way up to her side. He tossed his ball at her once he was close enough, knowing the projectile would travel faster than he would.
"Unfortunately for you, I wasn't asking for permission," Yokai said.
The ball returned to Shuichi's hand just as he noticed someone else coming toward them. No, coming toward her.
Shuichi didn't think, he just yelled. "Fetch!"
Kaede disappeared just as someone landed in her place, creating a crater in the top of the building. Kaede blinked several times in confusion as she appeared at Shuichi's side. "Wh-what?"
Shuichi turned his gaze back to the roof. While Yokai had appeared several times now, with ever changing abilities at his disposal, this was the first time that he'd ever had someone at his side. The girl was dressed in white, with brown hair that looped at the top to look like ears, a cat paw print on her top, and black and red paint surrounding her red eyes like a mask. She looked dangerous, the way she zeroed in on them and immediately took up a fighting stance, claws on one of her hands.
"Who are you?" Kaede questioned.
"Mauler," she answered curtly. "Don't get in our way."
"We're not going to let you hurt people!" Kaede responded.
"Then you'll get hurt," the girl answered. She kicked a chunk of concrete that had been dislodged by her attack, sending it straight at them. Shuichi and Kaede separated as they dodged. Shuichi landed on the top of a nearby car, while Kaede took to the air. The onslaught didn't stop, as Mauler punched the ground once again and began kicking more debris their way. Shuichi quickly dropped down behind the car to take cover while Kaede dodged in the air.
Unfortunately, they had both forgotten about the web of hair loosely covering the area around them. Shuichi didn't realize that he was trapped until the strands tightened around his limb, binding his arms to his torso and causing him to cry out. "Ack!"
"Cerber! Ahh!" Her cry was cut off as the hair wrapped around her leg and dragged her from the air, slamming her into the ground below.
"I feared that this would be a difficult task," Yokai said, standing at the edge of the building and looking down at them. "But it seems I overestimated you."
Kaede glared, trying to kick her leg free, but more tendrils were wrapping around her and closing around her other leg too. Her face was absolutely panicked and for a moment, Shuichi thought they were done for, that this would be their first and last attempt to use these powers, their Miraculous, for anything good. But then she cupped her hands together, a small light gathering in her palms, before she flung her arms out, releasing a small white butterfly. Kaede kept her gaze on Shuichi as the butterfly traveled to him, landing on his hair.
"Shuichi? Can you hear me?" Kaede questioned, her voice floating through his mind. He could see the white outline of butterfly wings around his face and her mouth wasn't moving, so this must have been part of her ability.
"I can hear you," he thought back to her. "How are you doing this?"
"Part of my abilities are to empower others," Kaede said. "I can give you the strength to save us. What do you need, Shuichi? Show it to me."
Shuichi tried to think, what could he do to get them out of here? The problem was that Yokai could trap them too easily, they needed a way to be able to escape his web and then they could take care of the rest. He imagined the ability he would need.
"Alright. I can do it," Kaede responded to him. "Just trust me."
"I do," he answered confidently.
Kaede smiled at him and then she called out, "Metamorphosis!"
Shuichi could feel her power rushing over him and closed his eyes against the bright light it produced. He could feel his abilities becoming stronger and he instantly understood how to use them. He tossed out his ball and yelled, "Chase!" As soon as his weapon hit the ground, he was teleported out of the tangle of hair and to the location his weapon had landed. "We did?"
"Good job, Cerberus!" Kaede said. "A little help here?"
Shuichi was knocked over before he could respond. He looked behind him quickly, pailing as he saw Mauler standing over him. "Forget about me?" she asked. She held up the hand adorned with claws. "Clout," she said quietly, causing her claws to glow with energy.
Shuichi quickly scrambled backwards before tossing his weapon. "Chase!" he yelled in panic. Her claws were inches from his face when he vanished and a crater was left on the ground where her fist had landed.
"You can't dodge forever," she told him.
No, he probably couldn't, Shuichi was very determined to try. He moved to put more distance between them, trying to avoid the web of hair as it lunged at him. When he was finally close enough to Kaede he tossed his ball out to free her. She slumped against him, giving him a weak smile. "Thanks."
"Don't thank me yet," he said. "I have no idea how to defeat them."
"I think I do," Kaede said. "We need to get that brush from Yokai. That has to be how he's using his power, right?"
"Maybe," Shuichi answered hesitantly. He couldn't think of anything else though and it would be easier to steal that than trying to take Mauler's claws.
"Ah, Look out!" Kaede yelled, pushing them both to the ground just in time to avoid being barreled into by Mauler. The woman was fast, immediately getting back to her feet and raising her claws.
"Clout!"
Kaede grabbed him around the waist and jumped into the air, out of Mauler's reach, her wings fluttering quickly as she struggled to keep them both in the air.
"Chase!" He yelled, teleporting them to one of the nearby buildings.
Kaede smiled at him, but it looked tired. "I think this power is taking a lot out of me. I'm starting to get a headache."
"Let's try and finish this quickly then," he said.
"Yeah." Kaede took a deep breath, putting on a determined expression. They both ran toward Yokai, splitting up once more and Mauler leapt between them. "Stay out of our way!" Kaede yelled, hitting the girl with her cane. The hit knocked Mauler back a few steps, but she was running at them again quickly. "Go on, Shu- er, Cerberus."
"Right." Shuichi turned to run toward Yokai, teleporting to get to the man more expediently.
"That's a rather interesting ability your friend has," Yokai said, tilting his head to observe him. "Cerberus, was it? The two of you never properly introduced yourself."
"Cerberus and Red Wings," Shuichi said. "Not that you'll need to remember it for long, since you'll be going to jail soon."
Yokai laughed, low and sinister. "I doubt that."
It was only the tilt of his head that alerted Shuichi to something coming toward him and he moved before he even saw what it was. A tendril of hair swept the area where he had just been standing and even after landing again, he wasn't safe. More and more tendrils swiped at him, trying to capture him. Shuichi was a bit out of breath trying to dodge them all while also trying to get into a position to throw his weapon. They caught up with him at the same time his weapon bounced off Yokai's brush, the strands tightening around his feet and causing him to fall.
"Fetch," he grunted, his hands tightening around the brush as soon as it materialized in front of him.
Yokai began walking toward him slowly as the hair tightened around his legs. "I wasn't going to bother with trying to take your Miraculous," Yokai began. "But on second thought, both of your abilities would be quite useful."
Shuichi pulled the paintbrush closer, looking around as he tried to decide what to do.
"Let me guess... you look rather like a wolf and the name would lend itself an air of viciousness," Yokai said calmly. "But no, that doesn't seem right with your attacks. The dog Miraculous? Am I right?"
"Chase!" Shuichi yelled, throwing his ball, but Yokai's hand whipped out to catch it.
"No, not this time," he said.
Shuichi took the moment of distraction to toss the paintbrush over the edge of the building. "Red Wings!"
Kaede leapt into the air, looking a bit worse due to the fight she'd been having with Mauler. Her hat had been knocked off and her wings looked a bit crooked, but they held her well enough to fly and she scooped the paintbrush into her arms. "Ah ha! Yes!" She grinned victoriously. "Give it up, Yokai!"
Yokai watched them both calmly as Mauler jumped to his side. "I could take her," Mauler said.
"No," Yokai said. "Let them have this victory. I learned some very interesting things this time. That's more than enough."
Mauler growled before nodding. "Fine." She backed up to the edge of the building before jumping off, shortly followed by Yokai. Kaede flew after them, looking around a few times before she turned to Shuichi. "I don't see them."
All at once, the web draped over everything disappeared, along with the brush in Kaede's arms. Shuichi blinked at his sudden freedom.
"What happened?" she questioned, landing beside him and helping him to his feet.
"They must have de-transformed," Shuichi said. "I guess we were right and he couldn't control the ability anymore."
Kaede sighed. "That was way harder than I thought it would be."
"Yeah, I never would have guessed that being a superhero was that exhausting," he agreed.
"Ugh! We didn't even get to have lunch," she groaned.
Shuichi chuckled. "I think we can give ourselves another hour, don't you?"
#ELS Writing#Oumatsu#Kokichi Ouma#Kaede Akamatsu#Danganronpa V3#Alley cat and Street Rat#Shuichi Saihara#Fanfiction#Miraculous crossover
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Have a brain worm, putting it here feel free to ignore tho, it's very outta context.
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"Victoria? Are you out here?" Vivienne's voice called out from inside, a white linen curtain was pushed aside and let the warm orange glow from the candlelight inside to pour out onto the dark. It backlit the butterfly's tall form, they hadn't moved an inch from their position in the courtyard. Their body as stiff and ridged as a corpse in rigor mortis.
So normal as usual. That was good.
A small movement, a turn of their head but their face imperceptible in the dark.
"Mm, yeah, did you need something, Vivienne?" They asked, sweet and calm. Ever so helpful as always.
The human stared at them for a good minute, studying their... Friend. Yes, friend, that was a better term for their alliance- wasn't it? It was about a year now since he freed them from their unjust prison. Still, they never forced friendship and affection on him. Just like he asked.
Victoria was respectful like that; he's never quite met anyone like them before.
They didn't even seem put off by his prolonged staring, always patient with him. Or anyone, really. They knew he would speak when he thought it was the right time for it.
Vivienne walked closer to their side, looking up at their tall friend to really inspect their face and expression. The dark obscured it, naturally, but the glittery scales and markings on their face glowed in the moonlight; their eyes an unearthly gold and blue. Elamoiel, one of the new demons traveling with them, said that Victoria's eyes were actually a stygian blue, something so impossibly imperceptible to his own human- homunculi- eyes. No matter how hard he tried wanted to see them.
As ever; their eyes held nothing. They were all to good to let their emotions out on clear display. They may be the most expressive and emotional of the party, but that just made them the best at masking their true feelings.
Conceding, Vivienne looked away at at the endless expanse of the dark jungle around them. It was loud, not quiet like most would assume of a late night. First there was the crackle of the torches' fire that luminated the pyramid. Loud crickets, frogs, and birds played their songs all around them. The occasional monkey chittered in the further off treetops. Jillian and Maya had both confessed previously that the howler monkeys frightened them both. Their howling loud enough to hurt and spark a great fear in the meeker of the group.
Victoria never once seemed to mind, but was entirely sympathetic to their pains. Offering beeswax or cloth to cover their ears. Scaring off any monkeys that got to close with their larger bright blue wings and inhuman whines. Tricks they must've learned growing up here.
"I assume you cannot sleep. Do you require my aid? Or shall I leave you be?" He asked.
The butterfly smiles serenely, "I'm fine, but thanks for asking." They paused, rubbing their thumb other their bruised knuckles, "but maybe... A little chat won't hurt right? Sorry that's not a real answer-" they thought over their words carefully to be clearer as Vivienne preferred, "You're right I can't sleep, but I don't need- want, anything to go back and sleep. I would appreciate speaking with you though, for a moment, to spend some energy."
"only if you want to speak, though." They added on.
Vivienne nodded, greatful for their clearer words, "and I will indulge you for asking politely." He said, leaving them room to speak for themselves.
Victoria sighed, "it's just- it's... Odd, being back here. Especially after being imprisoned for so long." Their stiff frame sagged, breathing a new life into it instead of sticking true to their undead status. their butterfly wings twitched like they wanted to unfold. "My parents are gone. They're bodies are here, frozen in my Mami's spell like statues. But their room, it's more like a mausoleum or tomb than the one I remember going back to sleep in."
They continued, "the villagers took care of the temple though, I'm glad it never got too overgrown. In some ways, it's like I never left. Never got taken. But I feel like that makes it hurt more, like I left it waiting for too long. All my responsibilities just as frozen as my parents." Victoria frowned, "I feel like I'm too different. Too wrong, to be here. I missed so much. It just..."
"... It just puts how long I was trapped into perspective. That's all."
Vivienne stayed silent, not very well versed in comforting others. But he respected and listened to their speech- that's all they knew he could offer.
"I think coming here... Makes me understand you and the others better." They said, finally.
He raised a brow, "how so?"
They hugged themselves, "I thought by coming here, I'd get to come home. Be safe. And... And have somewhere to just be me. I don't know how to explain it." They shook their head, "that I'd be able to share that with you all, but I guess I'm actually just like you; nowhere to go, nowhere to be, nowhere to stay."
'We're all just following you, Morpho! It'll be fun!'
'I've got nowhere else to be, Big Blue, what's one more road trip?'
'Nouveauheim city is too dangerous for us to stay in anymore, we'll come with you.'
'There's nothing left for me here. I don't care where we go as long as it's safe.'
'I will accompany you wherever you wish to go, Victoria, until my justice is fulfilled and I may continue on my own journey.'
"I'm sorry I strung you all along for nothing. There's nothing here for us like I thought." A wet breath escaped their lips, followed by a sniffle and teary eyes.
Vivienne felt disturbed by their display; it was more than off putting to the the cheerful Victoria this upset.
"While it is unfortunate that we cannot stay here; I do not believe the others will mind. Other than Elamoiel and their ilk, who we do not know enough to gauge their reaction, and Jackson who worried for his and his sister's security- they are well adjusted to instability and will adapt." He responded, hoping it would put them at ease.
But it only seemed to make things worse.
Victoria shuddered and quiet sobs racked their body, and an alarmed Vivienne squirmed in place.
"that's the thing! They shouldn't be worried! They shouldn't be used to this! Instability? Adaptability? They're kids!" They choked out, struggling to keep their voice down, "I'm supposed to protect them! I'm supposed to make sure they feel safe! But it's all my fault they've been dragged into this mess!" They hissed, "if they hadn't followed me none of them would be in danger right now!"
Vivienne took a step back as they raged. They wouldn't hurt him, but he refused to put temper their fire. That was something they had to reign in themselves.
A whine escaped them, "the supers were only after me and you because of what I am- and because you let me out. I didn't like it, but understood that you letting me out was your choice, Vivienne, you knew you'd get in trouble and did it anyways," their voice strained, "and I thank the stars every damn day you let me outta that hell hole- but Elamoiel and Artemisia? The can't kill me but they'd kill any demon on sight- let alone two with ties to the Ars Goetia..."
The butterfly scratched and tugged at their hair, a bad habit from their time imprisoned, "Jillian and Jackson are just two human kids who didn't know any better- now they've got a target on their backs for being associated with 'the deathwing' and I don't want them to get hurt in the crossfire. Maya and Zyanya will never get peace- the village is taking a big enough risk as it is housing us for the week before we move on to god-knows where because I sure ass hell don't."
They started, "Victoria-"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT! My name is Xipalli! It's always been Xipalli!" They mourned, "I want to be Xipalli again...!"
To be Xipalli would mean they never got stolen from their home, that the name Victoria would have remained a gift from their father instead of being bastardized against them, that they were never branded with that awful name, Deathwing.
Vivienne scowled at their childish behaviour, but careful tucked it away. As much as he disliked dealing with other's emotions like this, he new better than display his disgust so outwardly now. As they taught him, 'sometime you just have to bite your tongue to get the full picture. Or risk spilling paint over it all.'
So he bit his tongue and reach deep inside for patience and understanding. He rationalized all the stress his friend was under. It was only natural that it would have built up into this- they must've have been seeking a away to release all the pent up fear and stress as they searched for solutions for the group's unavoidable problems.
Their sobbing eventually dissolved away but small whimpers and sniffling still came from them, leaving red eyes, uneven breath, and a weary expression on their face. They rubbed at the corner of their eyes, "mm, sorry. For loosing it like that. I know you don't... Um. Like it. When people yell at you like that."
Vivienne's eyes narrowed, then nodded, "apology accepted, Xipalli. Do try to calm yourself tonight. We can continue this discussion and attempt to solve this dispute when you are in a better state of mind." He huffed, "I refuse to speak with you any further until we resolve this issue with the others. Clearly it was a mistake to put all this undo pressure onto you." He finished, not giving them time to respond before storming off.
Xipalli watched him retreat in despair, the linen curtain flying behind him. They cursed themselves, he still wasn't ready to deal with other's emotions but they just wanted someone to talk to. They just wanted to speak to their closest friend, and messed up his progress in the process.
Still...
'I refuse to speak with you any further until we resolve this issue with the others. Clearly it was a mistake to put all this undo pressure onto you.'
In his own way, as harsh as it was, he still managed to get through to them; give them time to calm down and offer to work together instead of shouldering it all themselves.
With one last relieving cry they swallowed down any grief and looked back at the familiar-yet-not jungle behind them again. As if they'd see something to change their mind and keep them here.
But when nothing happened they threw their head back and creeped inside the old temple. This wasn't one of their mother's stories. There were no stones or seeds to swallow and keep them bound to the land here. Not gods to claim them as their emissary, and no House of the Dead to hide in anymore.
They were long past their days as Itzapapalotl and Texopapalotl, helping their mami in Tamoanchan. Feeling sheltered and warm in their own House, where no living creature could reach them.
They didn't even bother looking towards the sky for their mother's fellow tzitzimime, the stars were too far to help them now.
"Tomorrow will be a different day."
They just have to make it till then.
#blue writes#not really gonna tag this much not in the mood#uh#original work#drabble#???#who care not me gn!#vivienne uses he/she btw#xipalli uses any but mosty they#this was suppsoed to be vivienne centered but xipalli stole the whole work instead lol#anyways viv is a homonculus with issues#xipalli is.... human adjacent. with a dash of godliness and undead status#part of an oh universe/story idea had for a long time#amgelous and damun are a part of it if u know who they are on my ao3#might put this on ao3 or not depending if im in the mood#later
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