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Miami Vice S1E13: Milk Run
An almost perfect episode with an ending that guts like a fish knife.
Milk Run is the episode that Little Prince wanted to be, and it's super weird to me that they're back to back. It's better written, better paced, and commits much more strongly to its message, so it feels a bit like you watch the rough draft of an idea and then the final draft right in a row.
It's also significantly more fun than Little Prince, which both makes it more enjoyable to watch, and makes the tragedy that much more painful. The first half of the episode is played very light-- jokes and smiles and sunshine-- and then by the final quarter you're left with the cold, sinking feeling that something terrible is going to happen and it's going to fuck everyone up forever.
(it does)
The episode opens with Sonny creeping on a lady who bends over at the airport, and Rico walking (crotch first) into his line of view and giving him a serious Sitcom Wife look. It's hard to shake the sense that this is a "Rico shoots his shot and Sonny straight up doesn't notice" episode; the smile he gives Sonny when he tells Sloane they're partners is shy and flirty as all get out, he literally grabs Sonny and walks with him arm and arm as they cross the street, he brushes his fingers against Sonny's and pivots around him a centimeter away as they lean on the hotel counter. Sonny ever so slightly leans into him after that, like there's some recognition of their closeness, and then they see Eddie and Sonny spends the rest of the episode freaking out about Justice(TM).
This is the episode where Rico reveals he is a vegetarian, and Sonny kind of brushes it off like "that's simply impossible, no such thing."
Tubbs says a bunch of stuff about a Colombian god who originated in Nigeria and seems to be surprisingly knowledgeable about folk religion, and then in the next scene he and Sonny have a conversation about Santeria that's so far removed from anything anyone has ever known about Santeria that you begin to wonder if he just made this "Colombian god" up to sound smart.
While Crockett speaks to the "Santeria Priestess" (a teenage punk who works at a movie theater and is absolutely not a Santeria Priestess), a bald woman behind him sports what appears to be leather bondage gear
A young Eric Bogosian roughs up Tubbs; later in the episode he says that Pepe Moya is "a freak" who "gets off on weeeeiiiiaaaahhhhd stuff." Okay, Worcester boy. Sure. That's how everyone in Massachusetts Miami talks.
The transition from Rico leaping into the car to the boxing gym, overlaid with Hit Me With Your Best Shot is just an absolute joy, A+ fun, silly, wholesome sequence.
Castillo asks Crockett to put surveillance in place and Sonny says he's already put "Mann and Terranova" on it. While I believe wholeheartedly that Miami Vice and Wiseguy take place in the same universe, it's a but strange to get your creator to do surveillance for you.
Tubbs makes the obligatory S1 "you will be sexually assaulted in prison" threat this episode, which is highly out of character and, as far as I can recall, never happens again. Sonny just screams at the kid.
Eddie tells Sonny that he can't speak to the police because his lawyer told him "you're just gonna use me."
Well.
Considering the ending.
It's almost
Like you shouldn't
Speak to the police
Without your lawyer
I think it's important to point out that Eddie, who is tragically killed in a way Sonny does not expect and cannot really have prevented (but feels like it could have been preventable to him), doesn't just share his first name with Sonny's prior partner. His last name is also Rivers-- too close to Riviera to be a coincidence. One of the themes of Vice is the cyclical and repetitive nature of tragedy for anyone who is involved in either criminality or the justice system (Mann generally posits these two things as mirror images or inexorably linked halves of one whole; see Heat). Eddie Riviera was a cop, thematically framed as an innocent, and Sonny couldn't save him, and Eddie Rivers was a criminal, thematically framed as an innocent, and Sonny couldn't save him. The only people who make it out are ones like Caroline, who divest themselves completely from that world. Anyone on either side of the law is equally damned.
From the time we see Eddie's body rolled away to the credits rolling is two full minutes of a 48 minute runtime; Sonny is sitting on the floor, mostly facing the camera, for the entirety of that two minutes. The amount of time from when the other characters leave and Rico sits down next to him to is itself a full minute, and the last 40 seconds of that minute are wordless. I don't think it can be overstated how endless a minute of hollow-eyed silence is in a television show feels.
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Rami reaches out and takes Joe’s hand in his, giving him a gentle squeeze. “You’ve been so kind to me,” he says softly. “I hope you know that I wouldn’t be able to do any of this without you. But you know that you can talk to me too, right?”
Joe looks up at Rami, meeting his eyes again, and then his eyes quickly flick down, maybe to Rami’s mouth, and then Joe clears his throat and nods. “Thank you,” he says, withdrawing his hand from Rami’s.
“You’re welcome,” Rami says, settling back in his seat. He looks up at the ceiling as the lights start to dim, and the advertisements start, excitement bubbling up as he looks over at Joe. He can't help but feel that this night is pretty special.
Look I know I’m supposed to be offline but I cannot PASS UP THE OPPORTUNITY to tell you I’m reading itbasm again and omfg I need you to stop being so amazing at writing 😭 that moment made me so soft :,) just their tenderness for each other. CRY. and their whole mini adventure to get popcorn and snacks and chatting made me grin the whole time. literally.
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Rami pulls his jacket closer around his body as he and Joe make their way towards Joe’s flat, the night air cool around them. He thinks he hears a noise behind them, and then he quickly looks back, jumping. He isn’t really sure if the film was that good or not, but there were a lot of scares in it. He’s glad to not be going home alone tonight. For more than one reason.
STOP THAT RIGHT NOW. STOP IT. HE’S GLAD TO NOT BE GOING HOME ALONE TONIGHT FOR MORE THAN ONE REASON, STOP IT. YOU ARE OVER HERE TRYNA KILL ME
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“I wasn’t going to say that,” Rami says quickly, trying to speed up.
“Oh ho, this is great,” Joe says, matching Rami’s speed. In turn, Rami just speeds up again until the two of them are running through the streets of Perth, landing at the front door of Joe’s building, laughing loudly as Joe searches for his keys.
“See?” Rami says. “You are a runner.”
Joe’s taking deep breaths, looking at Rami who barely seems bothered by it, and unlocks the front door. “Shut up,” he pants, “I can’t believe you tricked me.”
STOP STOP STOP STOP THIS SHIT IS SO FUCKING CUTE 😭 I WANT TO SCREAM. it’s too wholesome omfg. 😭 just. rami over here tricking joe into running, i’m fucking dead 💀😂
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He’s not focusing on the TV at all, because he can’t stop thinking about what Joe said outside. About them going to a film, then going home together. And Joe’s right, Rami was about to call him fit. He really was. He’d like to tell himself that he was just joking, but he’s not. He does find Joe attractive. He loves the colour of his hair. The ways his eyes crinkle when he smiles. Oddly enough, he likes his nose? Something that Rami can say he’s never really noticed on anyone else before. Most of all he likes his laugh. And how nice Joe is. Rami can almost feel the prickle of tears in his eyes as he starts to get overwhelmed. Being around Joe now makes him so nervous, when really, he just wants to tell him the truth. Whatever the truth is, Rami’s not entirely sure. Does he want Joe to be his boyfriend? Does he just want to kiss him? Or just hold his hand? Rami bites down on his lip as he thinks.
🔫 i cannot believe you. it’s so fucking, aughhh ❤️❤️❤️ ramiiiiiiiiiiiiiii RAMIIIIIIIIIII. STOP THAT HE’S SO IN LOVE HOLYSHIT. THE WAY HE FEELS ABOUT JOE AND EVERYTHING HE LOVES ABOUT JOE IS JUST SO FREAKING CUTE. DAMN YOUR AMAZING WRITER ASS, LAMINY.
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Rami takes a few deep breaths. He can do it, he thinks. He can do it. He can say something. They spent all day together, and it was lovely. Rami thinks back on Joe’s words at the museum, calling it a date. Telling him he was happy Rami was there. It would be a perfect way to end it, if Rami said something. It would make Joe so happy. But it might also be the perfect way to ruin it, if Joe rejects him, if those words had just been…Joe being nice. But, Rami thinks, Ben and Gwil won’t be back for another couple of days. If Joe turns him down, Rami can go hide in his flat until Gwil comes back. And things will be better by then. They’ll be over it. Maybe this is the best chance he’s ever going to get. Ben and Gwil won’t just be running off to London all the time, and Rami really doesn’t think he could ever do this with Ben and Gwil around.
LMFAOOO NOT HIM READY TO HIDE 💀 KISS HIM. FUCKING DO IT RAMI YOU PUSSY
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“Rami, do you wanna go on a date with me?” Joe asks.
Rami looks back up at him, smiling. “Really?” he asks. “I’d love to. That’s still a thing people do?” Rami asks, and Joe laughs loudly.
“Yeah, dating’s still a thing,” Joe replies, still chuckling.
“Good,” Rami says, leaning his weight against Joe. “I was worried.” He sighs. “I was worried about a lot of things,” he admits softly.
Joe reaches up, brushing a curl off Rami’s forehead, then leans down to press a kiss to the top of his head. “You don’t have to worry anymore, okay? I’ve got you.”
“I’ve got you.” LAMINY 😭 I CANNOT WITH THESE TWO. Not Rami questioning if dating was still a thing 😂 but I get it, my guy literally didn’t see YEARS AND YEARS go by-
me:🤡🔫
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Joe lifts his hands to his face, still grinning. He honestly can’t believe it. Not even a little bit. Rami, who’s so smart, and kind, and sweet, and loveable…likes him? Him, Joe. Joe Mazzello. Joe’s sure there must have been a misunderstanding somewhere. Surely, Rami meant to have a crush on Gwil? Tall, great accent, even better hair. Or Ben. Equally great accent, killer body. What’s Rami want with him?
Aww Joe’s thoughts just make me want to die 😭 Joe finding it so hard to understand why Rami loves him makes me feel things and when he thinks Gwil or Ben are better and tries to think of an excuse as to why Rami would possibly love him, sigh 😔
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Joe clears his throat and gently places one hand on Rami’s waist, reaching up with the other to cup his cheek, and then leans in. Joe’s careful to not crowd too close against him, worried that he’ll make Rami feel uncomfortable, and their lips just barely brush before he tilts his head and kisses him harder.
Rami lets out a surprised sound, and jerks back slightly, bumping against the counter, but after a moment, Joe can feel a hand tentatively reach out and grab onto his hip.
Joe pulls back for a moment, smiling, then kisses him again, taking his face with both hands this time. He’s not sure how long they stand there kissing for. Long enough for Rami to reach out with his other hand, tugging him in, making Joe groan softly. Long enough for the kettle to start whistling, and Joe jerks back, glancing over at the stove. “Sorry,” he says, stepping away from Rami to turn off the burner.
LAMINYYYYY YOU CAN’T BE DOING THIS TO ME OKAY? NOT RIGHT NOW. I should not be reading this cute romantic fic while moving on from a breakup 💀 but I like to make myself suffer so yayyy!!! You’re killing me over here with this romantic make out scene 😂 but I love it.
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“Uh, how handsome I am, obviously,” Joe says, and Rami laughs and shakes his head. “So that’s a no, huh? Dammit. I knew Ben had the sexier accent. That’s why I don’t let him anywhere near the rovers. Aliens would be flocking in here left and right for that guy.”
i cackled. yes i did. “That’s why I don’t let him anywhere near the rovers. Aliens would be flocking in here left and right for that guy.” 😂😂😂 yeah definitely killing me out here, laminy. the amount of love I have for this fic and your spectacular writing is beyond comprehension. I just had to come to your inbox and send this since I’m going back and reading this amazing work, love you to bits, laminy ❤️ (also i hope your novel story is going good!! ☺️)
oh my goshhhhh I did not expect to get a message from you about this story right now and your comments are always so in depth and kind and lovely.
god Rami and Joe were so soft haha I remember writing this and just, I want to wrap myself up in a blanket of it, really. like when I started writing this fic, in my head it was a Ben/Gwil fic but then Rami and Joe were so delightful and lovely and soft together. I loved writing Rami. they're so in love. I wrote it and I'm still like awwww haha.
thank god dating is still a thing people do or poor Rami lol. Joe would've brought it back for him though, I'm 100 percent sure.
thank you so much for coming back to my inbox for this, it means the world <3 please take care of yourself!
(I am still writing my novel, I'm about 1/3 of the way through the second draft and right now I love the characters and their vibes but I kind of hate the plot so I'm not sure yet how to fix that lol)
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Just imagine Sanzu ran away from home because Tokiomi is a toxic piece of sHeT. So you find him on the street you decide then and there he can live with you since you live alone and your parents work abroad 24/7. He likes staying with you and takes his little sister with him so you become a wholesome family of three as Tokiomi could never. Sanzu calls you his queen and is happy because in his mind you his saviour. Senzu calls you princess and Imoto( little sister) since they are only one year older than you. Plus you have basically siblings that can drive you around and bodyguard you like who wnats to bully you. They are great with the house's shores and they are actually decent roommates. So you guys live together but most of Toman and their friends don't know. So Reader runs a YouTube channel she's a gamer girl and kinda popular. Sanzu edits also monitors the commen section the video Senju helps pick out your intro songs. She even sings some epic songs for your channel or helps act out skits with you which gets you a lot of viewers cuss your so unique and has funny humour. Also you get a alot of help. Sanzu delets thes ecommenst and tries tracking them. If thise hatets live in JAPAN uhm R.I.P stupid hater. No corpse was found. Some viewers know they are both in gangs and always demand they wear their uniform if they play cuss they are so stylish?!? If you can't record gameplay (because of an exam, sick or other) Sanzu or Senju play for you. Your fans love is when Sanzu just sits there deadpanned confused what's scary about the jumpscrwes and horror (i mean hes in a biker gang so horror is like nothing to him?) When Senju plays she just screams like a scardy cat which viewers find so cute. One day you like a video of yours goes viral on the platform that Toman members see. It gets sent around and Mikey gets jelly because Sanzu lives with you and and no one not even him has seen your home? So that viral video has a skit were just goes like this Sanzu: *Standing at the window calm sipping his tea in peace knowing that he would care,love and protect his little sister and Y/N no matter what cuss their family* Y/N: * crying * Sanzu: *picks up his sword and unsheaths it* Who hurt you?!?!? Y/N: Would you love me if I was the most ugliest pinkish Koala?!?! Like would you still love me? DO YOU? Sanzu: Uh I would plant a eucalyptus tree Y/N: WHAT IF I WAS A WORM Sanzu: Omg I would still love you. Who told you you were ugly? Then you tell him about these random strangers who told you that you were overrated and ugly. *que in him editing him finding and beating up those randos* Also as a follow up on Tokiomi: Tokiomi finds out that all these years his siblings live with you and he just feels just utterly lonely and sad. He watches all of yiur channel video he seems Senju and Sanzu together with you in a happy relationship. He watches all of your channel videos he sees Senju and Sanzu are together with you in a happy relationship. So he tries getting back and getting better with his siblings and you since nows your his little sister too.
I refuse to cry, *bursts into happy tears*
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Last Pegasus Ch. 1
Hello everyone and welcome to the FIRST CHAPTER of my original story! I know it's been a LONG while since I posted the Prologue to this story so I hope you all who read this will be interested in further chapters and artworks! This is my dream to put my characters into a story and share with people! This story was inspired by many things so I hope it's fun!
🚫🚫🚫PLEASE DO NOT STEAL THIS IS AN ORIGINAL WORK!!!🚫🚫🚫
💚💚💚PLZ LIKE SHARE AND COMMENT YOUR OPINIONS! ID LIKE TO SEE EM AND PLZ GIVE A FOLLOW FOR MORE!💚💚💚
Thank you and happy reading!
💜- Kat/Lime the Author
WARNINGS: censored cursing, anxiety, mostly safe stuff, very fluffy and wholesome
As the sun started to rise high in the sky, I sat alone in the garden. Doodling away in my sketchbook as my younger sister practiced magic. It was late summer for us as the breeze blew by. Even the cold hasn't nipped the warmth yet. My mind fluttered to new lands as I drew. It was like from memories in past lives but that would be silly. A misfired spell brought me back to my senses with a scream and I looked in the direction of my sister.
"Whoops…sorry sis…" she apologized.
"It's alright Ava, but try not to do complicated spells too often. Your tattoos haven't even come in and you're much older than 13 years old." I patted her head.
"I know but I'm tired of it all…I want to be like you guys and fly or do complicated spells and tricks!" She sighed as her ears drooped.
"One day you'll have your chance. Just be patient" I picked up my sketchbook.
"Just like how you're testing Uncle Laurence's patience?"
I looked at her confused then looked at my phone. Oh sh*t. I WAS LATE!!!
"Great Gods! I'm late!! I have to go Ava…umm…try not to blow up the castle by accident…again" I chuckled nervously then raced to the stables to find my wolf, Urion, waking up from his nap.
"I take it you just looked at your phone…" he yawned.
"Shush! Yes and now I'm late! Come on!" I climbed onto his big back and we were off to the town below the castle.
Racing down the main street we stopped at the location we were to meet at. It was a local cafe my twin worked at. The streets along the way seem to be bustling in the early light of day as buildings line the sidewalks. People from far and wide have seemed to call this kingdom home for as long as I can remember. After a bit of running, we arrived at the cafe. Urion let me off and turned into a human form to not take up space plus he didn't want to shed in the place.
"Welcome your majesty~~~" Speaking of the daemons themselves…my twin piped in.
"Flash you know you don't have to blurt that out loud"
"I know but it's funny, Uncle Laurence came in about an hour ago, you're lucky he's lenient on you."
"I know and I'm sorry, could you make my drink to go while I speak to him" I held up my card.
"No problem, I'm about to get off my shift anyways, Doofus can cover me"
"But you're the manager here…"
"And he's co-manager" they raised their brow.
"And I wonder what he's more into…you or the leadership complex in general…"
"Just shut up and go to Uncle Laurence" they huffed
I chuckled as I made my way to the couches in the back. There I saw our Uncle. He was clutching his cane in front of him. He was still pretty young for his age to be handicapped the way he was but it was an accident that caused his predicament. He came out of his thoughts from staring out the window when I approached and he gave a soft smile.
"Ah, Kat, I see you woke Urion up as well. He needed the exercise." My uncle chuckled as he adjusted himself with a beaming smile he always seemed to have.
"Yeah…sorry for being late, I was stuck in my fantasy world while Ava practiced. Her misfire brought me back to reality" I chuckled embarrassingly.
"Is that so hm? Well as long as she didn't hurt herself…" he sighed
"So what did you want to talk about? Is it more training? A new spell? Are you getting weaker??" I asked.
"I'm just fine, I just wanted to tell you, since your 21st birthday is coming up, your final training courses will be up soon. Soon you'll be one step closer to being a fully fledged Guardian." He smiled.
"Fully fledged?! B-but what will happen to you?"
"Only time will tell but I just wanted to get it out of the way while I still can…before I'm bound to a bed or wheelchair for the rest of my days."
"That is true…" my ears drooped.
"Don't be so doubtful of your abilities either, I know you'll do well and make a name for yourself."
"If you say so, may I ask why? Why so soon?" I looked at him with concern.
"There have been some…changes in the world and I need you and your siblings to investigate it further in my stead. I fear it may be more that I can handle on my own." He adjusted in his seat, fiddling with the top of his cane.
I nodded as my thoughts began to wander about. Why now? Why me? Are my siblings and I ready for such responsibilities? Am I truly ready…? I guess only time will tell of my predicament. Then the sound of the slamming employee door brought me back to reality again. There stood Flash with drinks in hand near us.
"Oi! I just got off! Where are we going? Sounded important Uncle Hobbs" Flash cracked a smile.
"…I wish your father didn't teach you that nickname…" Uncle Laurence chuckled out a sigh as he prepared to get up, "We're gonna head out to the Council House to address certain matters that have popped up in different regions of our world. Important matters."
"Sweet…road trip" Flash smirked as she handed us our drinks before sipping on hers.
"Will others be joining us?" I spoke up.
"I've already briefed Gavin of the situation early this morning but it's up to you to see what you want to do after this meeting." He announced as he got up with a wobble. Urion caught his arm as he leaned.
"Steady…" Urion said in a calm monotone voice.
"You really are like your mother, young one" Laurence smiled as he stood tall before looking at me. "My leg hasn't given out completely yet! I'll be fine, Lil Dove."
"If you say so but if you ever feel weak, I'll make sure Auntie Atla gives you an ear full when she gets the chance!" I giggled.
"But I'm only in my late forties~" he said in a sing-song tone.
"Forty going on eighty…" Flash smirked while sipping her coffee. Uncle Laurence tilted his cane to trip her up while being stable. Nearing spilling the coffee in the process as Flash walked into the trap.
I snickered as I saw the stumbling act. Flash was glaring forwards as we walked out of the coffee shop together.
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After fifteen to twenty minutes of walking down the sidewalks of Yoitz, we arrived at the Council House downtown. Walking down the ivory carpeted hallways of the building we made it to a meeting room. Along the way my anxiety was being tossed left and right. I was just a little nervous ball and Flash just sipped away, holding my hand. As soon as we all sat down, Uncle Laurence pulled out some documents pertaining to the situations he mentioned.
"Since you two will be 21 in a few months, I figured I should share some important information with you to lighten my load a bit. You are old enough to shoulder a reasonable task at hand. My Guardian duties are not a walk in the park." He had a saddened look on his face before he took a deep breath and lets out a tired sigh.
"W-Why? What's going on?" My stutter slipped into my words.
Uncle Laurence opened up the folder he had in his bag, "We don't know the complete story but there has been a rise of Gryffin activity near the north west coast of Scavaheim, near the port town of Hearth Harbor. The locals there have been getting worried with the Test of Bravery coming up at the end of the month."
"What are a bunch of big birds gonna do huh? The Scavens are Giants are they not?!" Flash hissed.
Uncle Laurence glanced at Flash with a stern look, "Yes but they're sacred animals to the patron deity in the area and there's not much they can do besides defend and scare them off."
"Is there something we can do? What about Auntie Atla? What is she doing on the matter?" I spoke up.
"I have sent her to look into the matter but she may need your help for future insights while she takes care of the Test of Bravery." He looked at us.
"Don't you want to…ya know…meet her?" Flash spoke in a sarcastic-like tone, raising an eyebrow.
"As much as I would LOVE to see her, I've already been told off by her to stay and rest up. She gave me an earful earlier this week…" he said in a defeated way. Good job Auntie.
"Well she is your wife and the Guardian of Bravery! Of course she's looking out for your well being!" I chuckled.
"She's stubborn, that's what she is…" he giggled out a smile.
"Who all will be going with us to Scavaheim?" Flash drank the last of her coffee and tossed it in the trash.
"Your sister Terri will be joining you along with Gavin for good measure. Terri will also be joining in this year's Test of Bravery among other young Scavens. You'll prepare to leave by the end of the week." Laurence said with a serious tone.
"We'll do just that Sir, you can count on us!" I nodded a smile.
"I know I can, just try your best and lead them" Laurence placed a hand on my shoulder and then we hugged. We hugged for a short while before Flash, Urion and I left the building with the report.
My stomach began to flip flop in my body. My worries must really want to become real as I held my, possibly cold by now, hot chocolate. This will be my first time traveling without my parents or my uncle outside the kingdom. I try to calm myself by putting documents in my bag and sipping on my drink. A message notification got me out of my thoughts again. I looked at my phone to see a message from my adoptive brother, Gavin. He felt more like a friend than a brother but more or less he lived in the castle with us, and now he has his own place. I tapped on the notification to see what he wanted.
[ Hey you ok? Just got off from work ]
[ Yeah… just a little worried…was in a meeting with Flash and Urion. He looked super bored lol ]
[ Overwhelming huh? ]
[ …Yeah… ]
[ Pizza or Steak? ]
[ Pizza plz ]
[ No problem, see you soon. Be careful coming over ]
[ Thanks Gavin, see ya ]
"That your boyfriend~~~?" Flash was leaning over with a sneaky smirk, looking at my phone.
"AH!? NO!!" I retaliated.
"Jeez!!! I'm kidding! I know it's Gavin…" Flash chuckled, "I'll see you soon, I'll find my own way home, you take Urion to Gavin's"
"Thanks, I'll save you a slice" I smiled and walked in the direction of Gavin's apartment with Urion.
As we walked I could tell Urion was looking at me. Poor thing always worries in silence. I gave him a soft smile as I held his hand for good measure. I could tell his non-existent tail was wagging on his human form before he turned into a wolf again. We soon arrived at the apartment complex, I buzzed us into the building. Urion stood close to me as we walked to the door and I unlocked it with my spare key. There stood Gavin setting up the coffee table with pizzas and drinks. He turned around and smiled his signature gentle grin. He sure does know how to host guests that's for sure.
"Welcome Home, Your Highness" he spoke in a joking matter as he gestured to the coffee table and couch.
"Ha Ha very funny, you know me butthead" I chuckled and gave him a big hug.
As he hugged back, he breathed out a chuckle, "I know, just wanted to hear you laugh Kat. How did you fare on the way here?"
"Her aura seems tense and unsure…" Urion spoke up as his fluffy butt laid next to Gavin's wolf, Acadia.
"Urion…" I pouted. "Yeah…it was nerve-racking…"
"It must be hard to jump this far into training" Gavin sat down.
"Well I'll be traveling with you, Flash, and Terri to Scavaheim! It's been a while since I've been there and let alone without mom or dad…" I hugged myself.
"Don't worry about a thing, we take this one step at a time and enjoy the more…brighter sides of the mission, ok?" Gavin smiled.
"Right…I'll try…" I nodded and sat beside him, "I'm glad I won't be alone in this whole ordeal…but… I'm worried about Uncle Laurence's condition. I wish he would just get better somehow…"
"I'm sure he'll be fine until the celebration comes around. He's too stubborn to die just yet." Gavin chuckled. "You're smart, Kat, I know you'll figure things out in no time"
I smiled as he handed me a plate of food. I nodded in agreement as I took a few bites of my food and a few sips of my drink. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the wiggle of a controller. I smirked and grabbed it. We played games and had fun late into the night. Dwindling my anxiety away, fizzling out my worries. The mission ahead will be tough, I know that, but with my family around me to help guide me is all the courage I need for now. A new beginning of being a Guardian will be a long and hard road and I also know it's a fruitful one. Who knows…I might meet someone new to help us and be friends? Only the future will tell. Scavaheim here I come!
( not my image, just a placer until I can make art, it's a Google image)
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cw // a little bit of gore and death
oh you think that’s it? nah, it gets worse-
i remember when i was about 11 years old, i saw jonghyun in my dream and everything seemed happy at first.
but then, i saw key with a knife and was chasing him to STAB him. i literally heard kibum saying “you ruined my life” and “i hate you” to him as he finally manages to catch him and tie him up with a skipping rope.
he had a knife to his ear and said “you better repay me or you’re dead” then suddenly taemin tried to save him but failed as he was constantly sliced into pieces.
also yes, there was a lot of gore- but i’m not going to describe it for obvious reasons
jonghyun was there screaming for help whilst taemin tried to get up from the floor and take the knife off kibun and then ACCIDENTALLY killed jonghyun 😩
but it gets even worse-
once jonghyun was just about to die, he literally started by eating his leg until he couldn’t scream anymore. (also he was upside down so-)
the rest was quite gory since i would see shinee literally eating jonghyun until he was down to the bones like he was a piece of chicken and when i woke up, i started crying to my mother and she had to calm me down and put me back to sleep.
here’s a wholesome dream i had!
one time, i saw jinki running towards a farm nude and he picked up a chicken so he could- put some “homemade filling” inside of it and whilst he was doing that, all the chicken grew bigger until they were big enough to kill him by pecking him to death.
that’s probably the most normal dream i could get… i don’t remember any normal dreams i got-
some of my dreams may involve the r word and i honestly don’t want to get into that too much for obvious reasons but i’ll say “jonghyun” so you can put two and two together. also that was when i was about 12/13 when i had been getting flashbacks…
also i get beaten up in my dreams so- fun! very fun!
oh yeah my sister told me last night that she dreamt about seeing jonghyun and jinki doing the nasty when suddenly they got killed by a gun.
then taemin came in and literally said “omg toys! thanks hyung!” before playing their dead naked bodies as toys.
she woke up confused, but not surprised - just like how i would be. we’re literally the same, even my cousins is like that.
you know that cousin that got me into shinee? the one that is about the same age as you? she has the same problem as me where she gets weird dreams that makes no sense that you would wake up all confused.
they were so weird that one time we both had the same dream as each other one time. and boy- i’m not gonna tell you what happened because it is BRUTAL…
so yeah… defo runs in the family.
Oh my gosh, I didn't expect it to get worse. I am sending you so much love and light so you and your family can have nice sweet easy going dreams. Maybe sleep with crystal quartz or selenite to clear the energy and obsidian for protection or even rose quartz for extra love. If you believe in crystals. I always have crystals around me. I very rarely have scary dreams except one a frat guy was chasing my best friend and I down the street with a chain saw after I saved her from some sort of gross fraternity thing. Or I have in dream sleep paralysis where I'm asleep in a dream and get that sleep paralysis effect one dream I woke up so scared and I went down stairs and Grayson Dolan cuddled with me on the couch and we ate ice cream. I use to dream about the Dolan Twins a lot. I really send you nothing but good vibes so you can have super happy dreams. Also Onew is naked a lot in your dreams. That fascinates me. Once one by one NCT 127 took their penis's out in the door way to a living room. That's it then they left. But naked Onew three times is so interesting. Your dream Onew doesn't like clothes
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Heartbeats; Paradise Chapter 13
Title: Heartbeats; Paradise
Author: Jay Grayson
Word Count: 112K
Genres: Psychological thriller, drama, sci-fi, LGBT+
Available on: Kobo and my website
Synopsis: Melvin Hardy and Kade Axel appear to be a match made in heaven. After a meet-cute in the rain, the two quickly find themselves in a burgeoning, wholesome relationship.
Yet, things feel…off. It isn’t the ghosts of their pasts that resurface to test the strength of their partnership—no—it’s something nebulous. Something indescribable. Melvin can’t put his finger on it but, the more time he spends with Kade, the more he starts to wonder what’s real and what’s pure fiction.
Full chapter 13 under the cut:
Chapter Thirteen:
I know the receptionist won’t be any help so, when I run out of the hotel room, I search around for anyone else. Of course, the hall is empty and I curse under my breath.
Gladis doesn’t have a lot of time.
My mind is all but fried but I still stop and think—as best as I can. If Gladis is still here for business then she must have other coworkers joining her on the trip. And, if I follow that logic, some of those coworkers will probably have rooms near hers.
I start to bang on the door to the right of her room. The numbers on the side even shake from the force of my fist against the wood.
“HELP!” I scream at the top of my lungs so that someone might hear me. Even if it’s someone who is disturbed by my yelling—someone coming to tell me to shut up—I’ll take it.
I move to the next door and to the doors on the opposite side of the hall. My fist comes down on each of them, and my knuckles begin to sting and throb. I don’t stop though.
With my teeth clenched, I throw both of my fists onto a door. “A woman is bleeding out!” I shout and my throat clenches shut. It’s dry and hoarse but I continue to force words to come out as loudly as I can. “Please! Help! She’s dying!”
No one is coming to their doors.
I’ve been at this for minutes though it feels like hours at this point. I have to decide if I want to keep at it or try a new approach.
My chest heaves as I catch my breath and I mentally scramble for the correct answer. Gladis is counting on me and if I don’t get her real help and fast, she certainly won’t make it.
I decide that I can’t waste any more time up here.
The elevator comes right away and, as I ride it back down to the lobby, I check my cell phone for a signal. I groan when I see zero bars. It isn’t surprising but it is frustrating.
The doors slide open and, as soon as I’m able, I slip through. I stumble when my foot catches the retreating door but I rebound quickly and make a beeline for the front desk. As I expect, the receptionist is glued to her computer screen and pays me no mind. But I don’t need her to be attentive.
I walk around her and grab the phone off of the receiver, having to reach my arm behind her back to punch in the numbers for emergency services.
When I hear the ringing on the other side, I step to the opposite side of the desk, smacking the receptionist with the phone cord in the process. An apology is halfway out of me when I realize she hasn’t actually noticed. Her hair is a tad askew but her focus remains on her screen.
The phone picks up on the other line and I jump to explain the situation. “I’m at the Loft Hotel on East Street. There is a woman bleeding out in the building—you have to send someone quick!”
A notably robotic and feminine voice answers me, “We’re sorry but the number you dialed is no longer connected to a service or in use. Try calling back or check to see if the number you dialed was correct. We apologize for the inconvenience.”
I pull the phone away and look at it as if it’s wronged me. I don’t think it’s possible I misdialed 9-1-1. This doesn’t make any sense.
Even if I’m not sure Gladis will hold on for much longer, I commit to finding her help somehow or another. I won’t be able to live with myself if I just walk away from this and pretend nothing happened. Gladis might have hurt me as a child and she might have given me long lasting relationship issues but she doesn’t deserve this.
Though, as I run back outside, I start to think Gladis didn’t actually do any of the things that my memory tells me. None of those scenes are clear and, as Oswald described before, some of them are just text or a knowing that’s deeply ingrained in me.
But, before we met at the restaurant across the street from Caramel café, I can’t say—with certainty—that I ever met her before.
She might not make it but I want to try to run to the police station and talk to someone in person. I know there’s a chance everyone will react the way that the receptionist did and everyone at my work does but…I have to try.
I step onto the road and the sunlight hits my eyes. A blinding flash rips through my being and I hear a vicious siren in my ears. It nearly sends me to the ground but I manage to stay upright though I have to clutch my head with my hands.
Time to go back to the apartment.
Kade is waiting for me.
I’m sure I’ve gotten a text from him to confirm it.
Wait…
I clench my jaw and fight the words that are coming into my mind. I don’t think it’s time to go back and I know Kade hasn’t sent me anything. So why am I thinking this?
Go home.
Start walking.
GO.
It’s not my voice in my head. It’s someone else. Someone I don’t know. Someone I don���t recognize. Oswald is right—it does sound like a woman. How have I never noticed before now?
I move my foot in the opposite direction but it’s as if my leg weighs a thousand pounds. Every inch I push my body takes the work of all of my muscles. I’m straining myself to my limits just to take a single step.
DO WHAT I SAY.
When I gasp for air, I’m drawn back and I stumble. My legs begin to move on their own, taking me back to the apartment while my mind is being flooded with fog. It takes too much power and stamina to keep it away and, while I definitely want to have my free will, I don’t think I have the strength to fight it.
Kade sent me a text while I was busy doing my shopping and I’m a bit late replying to it. I read over the message as I wait for a green light on the crosswalk.
“You’re free to come back. See you soon!”
I smile at the string of emoticons after his message, ending in a heart. I may not know what all of them mean but I’m sure Kade chose them mostly because he thinks they’re cute.
I type back, “On my way. Love you.” I send a kissing face to match his message and I hope he gets at least a laugh from it.
The sun is starting to set and I can’t believe how fast the day has gone by. It seems like just a moment ago that I was walking out of my apartment.
The plastic bags, full of party supplies, weigh my arms down but Kade asked for all of it so I didn’t miss a thing on the list. Thankfully, I arrive at the apartment the same time as Starla and she opens the door for me so I don’t have to struggle with it.
“Need a hand?” she asks as she looks to the bags.
“I’m good; thanks.” I make sure to give her a smile, letting her know that I do appreciate her offer.
The inside of my apartment is full of people but my eyes search for Kade and Kade only. He isn’t too hard to find and he bounces over to me with a huge smile on his face.
I let him take some of the bags from my arms and we share a quick kiss. I missed him when I was away and having him near me always fills me with joy. Part of me wishes that this party was just a date between us but I do understand the intent behind inviting all of our friends over.
It’s a very sweet gesture and makes me love my boyfriend all the more fiercely.
The music lowers as Kade hoists up a glass of champagne. I’m not sure where he’s gotten that from but, when I glance behind him, I see a rather impressive champagne tower on our kitchen table.
“Hello everyone and thanks again for coming,” he sounds off in a strong, cheery voice, “Now that Melvin is here, I think it’s time to have a little toast.”
Everyone clamors about and, if they don’t already have a drink in their hands, they find one.
“We’re here today, celebrating, because my incredible, handsome, smart, and talented boyfriend got a raise at his job. I know to some of you that may not seem like a big deal but I’m just so…so proud of Mel and I want to celebrate him and all of his hard work.” Kade tips his glass upward. “Cheers.”
“Cheers!” the guests follow in his footsteps, many taking a long swig of their drinks after.
My eyes stay on Kade who is practically radiant. I can’t help but smile when I look at him and he meets my gaze after a second and laughs at me.
“What?” he asks and wraps his arms around my neck.
“Nothing,” I answer in a whisper before kissing the side of his face, trailing my lips toward his ear. “I just love looking at you. Is that a problem?”
I feel him laugh more than I hear it. “No,” he purrs, “But maybe you should mingle with our friends. We can spend some alone time after the party, okay?”
“Is that a promise?”
Kade pulls away from me and kisses me, not on the lips, but on the bridge of my nose. “Promise.”
I’m torn by being parted from him again and I watch as he walks over to where his sister and Hugo are stood. He’s probably having to break them apart or at least tell Hugo, in no uncertain terms, that Starla is off limits. I would interject but I have a feeling Kade wants me to talk to people without him around. If I go over there, he’ll accuse me of simply following him like a lost puppy.
And though I want to do that, I also don’t want to disappoint him.
I survey the room, seeing faces and smiles that I must know and I smile back at them but don’t spark any conversation with anyone. It isn’t until I see Nate and Bree that I’m seized by a sudden, impassioned need.
I have to talk to Bree.
The brain fog is quite strong but I’m at least aware of it again. It’s not often I’m able to even acknowledge it when it’s so thick. So I continue to push, reminding myself that I need to talk to Bree. That it’s more important than anything else that’s happening.
I walk over, surprised by how easy it is. Perhaps this is something I’m allowed to do? I think for a second before quickly discarding it. I have no time to waste.
“Can I talk to you outside, Bree?” I ask, flat out, as I look down at her with urgency.
“What, you don’t wanna chat with me?” Nate asks with exaggerated offense as he clutches his imaginary pearls.
Bree rolls her eyes and pushes her friend to the side. “Sure, Mel.”
She leads the way through the small crowd in the living room and opens up the clear sliding door that leads to the balcony. I’m not often out here and that’s made clear by the lack of decoration. There is one potted plant but it’s been dead for years. A relic from my first year in the apartment—back when I was sure I would do more with the space.
Bree doesn’t shut the door all the way so some of the noise from inside still leaks out but it is muted to a degree. She glances up at me with an expectant stare. “What is it?”
“I think you know what I want to talk about,” I take a leap of faith in my wording. She gave me Oswald’s address after all, she must know something.
She crosses her arms over her chest and her nails tap against the crook of her elbow. “I can’t be sure I do. Be as concise as you can—no vague, cryptic responses, okay?”
I’m a bit confused about what she expects of me but I shake my head and focus. If she wants a blunt statement, I’ll do my best.
“The other day you gave me a piece of paper with Oswald Friar’s address on it,” I state, pleased it all came out the way I intended. Then I ask, “Why?”
Her big brown eyes dart around, often back into the living room as if she’s searching for someone in particular. “I can’t say—at least not so close to a certain someone.”
“How come you get to be cryptic but I can’t?” it’s the first thing out of my mouth.
Bree shoots me a pained smile, as if she knows exactly what is happening to me but can’t do a thing about it. I suspect it might be true, given what’s happened so far but if she won’t answer me then I can’t be sure.
“I’m sorry, Melvin,” she says in a tone that I have not yet heard from her. “I really can’t help much right now. Just…” Again, she looks back into the apartment but this time there’s more anxiety in her expression.
“Just what?” I urge her to continue. If she knows how to combat this brain fog or, at least, how to lessen the strain of it, I’d really like to know.
Her brow furrows and then her breath hitches. “Shit.”
She doesn’t even look at me anymore and runs back into the apartment, almost frantically. I follow her and see that she’s headed directly to where Starla is.
Kade has his hand on his sister’s shoulder as she grabs the side of her head in discomfort. He looks just as worried as Bree does.
“What’s the matter?” I ask and the crowd clears around us.
“It’s just a headache,” Starla groans. “It’s fine…”
“You should go home and rest. Take some medicine,” Kade suggests, rubbing against her arm with a frown.
“I’ll take her home,” Bree offers and quickly removes Starla from Kade’s grasp. “Don’t worry, Kade, you guys keep partying.”
She and Starla head out and I catch one last glance from Bree before she leaves. It’s a look full of emotions—ones I’m not even sure I understand. The closest I can come is to say she seems both guilty and afraid.
“Sure hope she gets better.” Hugo’s voice breaks me out of my mini-trance.
I look over to him at the same time Kade does. “She’ll be fine,” my boyfriend says and his smile from earlier returns. “Bree’s with her.”
I agree by nodding but I don’t say anything. All of the fog is catching up to me and I don’t have what it takes to keep it at bay so I take one last, voluntary inhale before letting go. My hand travels to Kade’s back and I give him a suggestive smirk, letting him know that I’m about ready for the party to be over as well.
Then it can just be the two of us. Like I wanted from the start.
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I got no images but loads of sims drama
as I am still unable to access the online world upon my computer, I’m stuck with no images once again. However, this save is chaotic enough that if I didn’t talk about it I’d regret it,
so introducing My Saved Game 40, with the household Big Oh No, I need to introduce al the sims but that will be under the cut to prevent me from accidently bombarding your poor page
Alright, so I started with 7 sims (this is important trust me) my sims being:
Zaidan, also nicknamed hot werewolf dilf for reasons that would be obvious if I had a picture but for now you gotta trust me on this, always punching punchbags or working out or bullying monochrome motherfucker Ron
Dumbass, I introduced him already in my first blog along with photos, he’s human, he’s stupid and he’s back for more
Vito, comedic genius with a love for food, would actually probably try to marry ice cream, human (was) and yea
Angel, literally does fuck all in this save except get extremely jacked and I mean JACKED his piss would probably break the moon in half
you know where I got that from
Ron, Vampire that also does nothing except be bullied, a few things I’ll tell later and play the violin, and go literally insane over hip hop music what is this guys problem
magdaleno, also does nothing, alien, yeah
And Ainsley, yeah you can tell which two sims I focused on this save huh… Vampire rockstar yeah
My save starts of pretty normal, Clemente frost asking my sim if he wants to go to Batuu, zaidan and Ron arguing as dumbass is in the background playing video games, nothing much really happens within the first few days other than dumbass getting a job and me adding a pool,
it’s only until a sim week? Is when all the sudden, magdaleno decides he’s a mermaid just like Angel and tries to sleep in the fucking pool.
let’s just say he definitely didn’t wake up from that sleep. But I don’t know if his death cursed my household or not, because all the sudden my sims started dropping like flies,
after I had gotten Magdaleno’s ghost into my household I saved my game, a couple of uneventful minutes go by, or what I thought were uneventful minutes, because I realise that some time between now and retrieving magdaleno I’m back down to six sims
I check my sims, Zaidan… Dumbass… Magdaleno… Ains… Vito???? WHERES VITO?
So I start panicking and searching through the house like it’s home alone
Eventually I go into vitos room and find a fucking urn, no death scene, no camera movement, he just died without a warning from laughter
after that panic is over, I start panicking again, because now my stupid fucking vampire Ainsley has drank from dumbass and is now running across the sunny streets possessed
so now they’re dead too I’m screaming grabbing vito and getting him to plead for Ainsley but it’s too fucking late and the grim jeeper already has their soul in hand probably sick of seeing my household
anyway, 3 ghosts in household later and it’s werewolf time, during all this, dumbass has been befriending the werewolf in the household, me and my friend then decided that werewolf dumbass is just what this world needs, one cursed bite later and dumbass nearly starving to death and now we have two werewolves feraly roaming the household
Now, this is where I find my new found love for werewolves, I always doubted werewolves in this game cause idk I didn’t like how they looked, but finally playing them, I really enjoy them, gotta play a wolf who does nothing but terrorise sims still….
anyway, also found out werewolves and possession dont mix….
for some reason, what I thought would be a goofy mess also turned ot wholesome, because my Veteran werewolf Zaidan ended up mentoring Dumbass through it in a way, and in no time Dumbass was already a uh WHATS the fucking rank called the one before veteran I forgot but he went up in the ranks pretty darn fast
and then my other dumbass vampire sim drank from him, became pissed, then became possessed and then also proceeded to die in the same way my other vampire did
I swear these fucking vampires don’t Leeann a Fucking lesson
a couple of sims days go by pretty uneventfully, dumbass becomes more celebrity I guess, but that’s all, that is until my ghost, Ainsley, gets FUCKING ABDUCTED by aliens
and this is where I say “oh for fucks sake that was for dumbass, you can’t get impregnated by aliens”
little did I know. I guess dumbass’s alien luck is only passed down to werewolves who decide to make him one of them, because next thing I know my hot werewolf dilf Zaidan is up in the sky in a UFO
I didn’t think that much of it when he came back, just thought “oh for fucks sake that one was for dumbass too you bitch”
but when I click on the spaceship with him accidently, I find out too early that he’s FUCKING PREGNANT!?!
so this is where I REALLY panic, it was already tough enough fitting seven sims in the house, let alone a fucking eighth
also I was not fucking prepared for a fucking child on the way, and neither was zaidan
so he gives birth to a boy that I forgot his name but quickly became obsessed with zaidan and his child because I noticed that zaidan would only sleep on the floor next to his child’s crib and I have way too many photos of this on my computer because it’s fucking adorable
nothing much really happens after that, my ghosts are afraid of ghosts, zaidan raises a surprisingly great child, dumbass continues to be a pain in the ass with his werewolf temptrements can’t fucking spell the word but SERIOUSLY THEY GAVE MY TECHIE SIM WHO WORKS AS A TECH GURU FUCKING EASILY EXCITABLE, GRUMPY WOLF AND I FORGOT THE OTHER ONE BUT HE CANT BE INSIDE FOR LONG TIMES I swear I’m gonna put his fucking computer outside
if you don’t know easily excitable is when the werewolf gains fury by being playful, watching TV and, get this, playing video games
this has ruined my geek tech guru techie sim this man’s life literally runs on video games come on
grumpy wolf is where they need to sleep more times else they also gain fury which also happens right when dumbass needs to go outside so good job I got him Wolf Nap while I did
and I think his last one he got given was Prideful which wasn’t too bad I don’t think but these are a pain in the ass already
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hiihi !! ive been loving all the stuuf yoube been wirting latley its so good :^D i ws wondering if i ciuld have some hcs ,or just a onrshot either or i dont mind, of reader geeting sick and mumza nd dadza take care of them ?? bc i lovr mr and mrs minecraft <33 liek like reader like "ahh im finr mr minecraft" and they have 102° fever Nd have a runny nose and mr minecatft is liek "mmm no i dont thnik so m8" nd yaeh !! they/them pronouns but i thnk uve benn doing that arleady - :^) anon
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hiihi !! ive been loving all the stuuf yoube been wirting latley its so good :^D i ws wondering if i ciuld have some hcs ,or just a onrshot either or i dont mind, of reader geeting sick and mumza nd dadza take care of them ?? bc i lovr mr and mrs minecraft <33 liek like reader like "ahh im finr mr minecraft" and they have 102° fever Nd have a runny nose and mr minecatft is liek "mmm no i dont thnik so m8" nd yaeh !! they/them pronouns but i thnk uve benn doing that arleady - :^) anon
:^) anon my beloved;;;;; i love your brain. this could go two ways depending on whether you’re staying with phil or if you guys are online so i went with your staying with him. i also did a one shot but if you want hcs i hv no problem writing some :) i hope this is good!
cw: cursing
mumza and dadza take care of you:
it had finally happened. while covid wasn't fully over just yet, many had gotten the vaccine and conventions were opening up again. which meant two things: meetups and twitchcon. finally, you could meet some of your supporters and see your friends.
“mom, are we almost there?” your mom was driving you to the airbnb you’d be staying at with a few of the other dream smp members. at first, you assumed you’d all be staying in separate hotel rooms. but, this way, you could spend more time with friends, save money, and your mom wouldn’t have to be with you the whole time. there had already been many long conversations between philza and your mom to make sure you’d be safe staying with everyone.
“yes, sweetie. almost there. we’re just two minutes closter than when you asked earlier.” ok, sue you, maybe you were a bit excited. but really, who could blame you? making in person friends had never been easiest, so the majority of your friendship were with people online. not being able to see or meet anyone for so long had been excruciatingly painful.
within ten minutes, you had finally arrived at the airbnb. quickly jumping out you ran to the door, obnoxiously ringing the doorbell. through the door, you heard an accented voice yell out, “i’m coming, i’m coming!”. at this point you were springing up and down on your tippy-toes, ready to spring out of your skin.
the door opened and you were greeted by a very tired and annoyed looking wilbur, “hello?”.
` “WILBURRRR!!!” you were screaming in his face (unintentionally), waking him up from his drowsiness. you launched yourself in his arms, not paying attention to your mother’s bewildered expression. you quickly let go of him and shoved past him, “i’m gonna go say hi to everyone!” distantly you heard wilbur begin to talk to your mother, explaining what you guys were doing.
while running around you said hi to tommy, tubbo, ranboo, eret, fundy, niki, techno, phil and kristin. the others were either staying in another airbnb or in their own hotel rooms. after about thirty minutes, wilbur had finally stopped talking to your mom.
“yes, ma’am. i can promise you they’ll be completely safe. you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” wilbur was calmly talking with your mother, looking more and more tired by the minute.
“alright. thank you.” your mother called you over. “come give me a hug and say bye!” slowly dragging your limbs over, you let her hug you. behind you you could hear wilbur and phil laughing at you.
“bye mom…” she was holding onto you tightly, petting down your hair.
“oh, sweetie, i love you so much. i’m so happy you found something you're passionate about and made so many lovely friends while doing so.” as much as you loved your mom, the small snickers behind you were getting quite embarrassing. you could hear that tommy had joined in on the laughing.
“... i love you too, mom. can you let go now?” you tried pulling back, but all she did was pull you closer.
“oh, but i just don’t wanna let you go. i love you so much, you know that right?”
“i know, mom. i love you too. but you’ve gotta get home and i have to unpack and get ready for meeting with fans tomorrow.” you finally got her to pull away, “i love you mom, okay? thank you for letting me do this.”
“oh, i love you too, sweetie.” and with that, your mom left. after watching her pull out of the driveway and down the street, you whipped around.
“not. a. single. word.” you stared dead in the boy’s eyes, seeing just how much wilbur was about to burst out laughing.
“what? personally, i think it’s very sweet.” tommy was smiling, purposely pissing you off. “so sweet, how much your mom loves you.”
“shut your fucking mouth, tommy.” you stared deadpan at him and began walking inside and over to the kitchen.
“what? i didn’t say anything wrong! i was just simply commenting on your very, very sweet relationship with your mother.”
kristin moved forward to talk to you, “for what it’s worth, i do thing you hae a very sweet relationship with your mom.”
“thank you. you’re the only good one in this house, kristin minecraft.” with that she laughed, and you all continued on with your evening. after staying up late watching old youtube videos, you all went to bed. in the morning you would have your first day of three at twitchcon, meeting fans and other creators alike.
for around 10 hours, you stood in booths signing fanart, prints, notebooks, and the like. meeting so many different people was eye opening, just learning who supported you. at the end of the day everyone went to a restaurant to eat dinner after so long.
“this food… is so… fucking good.”
“agreed.” you and the rest of the so-called ‘bench trio’ were eating at what wilbur had deemed the ‘kiddy table’. after eating so much food you were all tired. the rest of your friends had already left, walking back to the airbnb. when it was finally time to leave the restaurant, it was pouring rain.
“WHY IS THE RAIN SO COLD IT’S LITERALLY SUMMER”
after running home you had gone to sleep while the others had changed and taken showers. after sleeping for around ten hours, you had finally woken up. frankly, you felt like dogshit. you could barely breathe out of your stuffy nose and your head felt like it had been shoved full of wet cotton balls.
instead of staying in bed, you got up and tried to get ready. on the way downstairs to get food and see who was making so much noise, you fell face first down the stairs. “owwwww…”
hearing a ruckus, phil and kristin left the kitchen, where they were making pancakes. “holy shit! are you alright, mate?”
pushing phil over, kristin walked over to you, “obviously they’re not okay phil! the poor kid is lying on the floor.”
slowly getting up, you try to reassure both of them that you’re okay. “no, no, no, don’t worry. i am perfectly okay.” while you don’t know exactly how you sound, based on the expression on phil’s face, you don't think you sound very good.
“uh, yeah, how about no. you sound like you’ve draken a whale bottle of vodka.” phil walked over to you and grabbed you by the arm, trying to hold you up.
“i’m fineeee”
“no, your fucking not. you’re burning up.” phil looked at you, angrily. “you need to go to bed.”
“but i don’t wannaaaaa. i feel fineeee.” you felt like crying, for absolutely no reason. with that, you passed out on the floor.
phil and kristin somehow managed to get you back up the stairs and into bed. once you were safely in your room, with no risk of cracking your skull open, phil took your temperature. “mate, your temperature is at nearly 102°. you’re lucky i don’t take you to a hospital.” he started at you, disapprovingly.
“i’m sorryyyyy dadza. are you mad at me?” in your deluded state you pouted at him, like a child.
“no, i’m not mad at you. just disappointed. you should’ve known not to do that. you’re old enough to know when you’re sick.” he stared at you with a disapproving look.
“but that’s even worseeeeee” you felt like balling your eyes out. out of embarrassment, you tried to hide under your blanket. “can you tell mumza i’m sorry for worrying her?”
above you, you heard phil laugh. “it’s not that big a deal, kid. i’m just upset. you could’ve seriously hurt yourself. i was worried.”
“you were worried about me? awwwww, i love you too dadza.” you moved your head out of the blankets, smiling at him with dried tears and sweat on your face.
“yeah, yeah. now shut up and go to bed.”
kristin walked in, hearing what he said. “phil, don’t bully the kid. they already feel like shit.” out of the corner of your eye, you saw her look over to phil and smile at him.
“i’m not doing anything, swear on my life!” he put his hands up in defense of himself, making you laugh.
turning away from him, she directed her next question towards you. “how you feeling, kid? took quite a tumble there.” she smiled at you and ushed your hair out of your face.
“i’m sorry for worrying youuuuuu. i love you, mumza. promise.”
laughing, she leaned down to kiss you on the head. “love you too, kid. now, want me to sit with you and we can all watch some netflix or something?”
you silently nodded and the two of them joined you on the bed, not caring very much if they got sick. after not even an hour, you all passed out.
a few hours later, everyone returned back from the convention. let’s just say wilbur now had some very valuable blackmail.
hope you like it! this was so wholesome i- wfowcsjvri
i want parents like dadza and mumza now
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Blood and Boos
Elide Lochan x Lorcan Salvaterre - Haunted House OneShot
Lorcan gets roped into doing a Haunted House. Elide tries her best, but she isn't a fan of jump-scares. What could go wrong?
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Warnings: Language
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"No. Absolutely not.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“No way, I'm not doing that.” Lorcan wasn't going to budge. There was no way he was giving in to their stupid request.
“If I can do it, you can do it.” Rowan took a sip of his beer and leveled a look at him over the rim of the bottle.
Snorting, Lorcan shot back, “Just because your girlfriend’s got you wrapped around her finger, doesn't mean I'm going to do it.”
Rowan raised a brow at him, “And yours doesn't?”
It was Fenrys’ turn to snort. He grabbed his own beer and hopped up onto the counter. “Lorcan, Elide’s got you more whipped than Whitethorn over here.” He motioned to a smirking Rowan.
Rolling his eyes, Lorcan just repeated, “I’m not doing it.”
Sighing, Rowan asked, “Even if Elide asked you to? You’d still say no?”
“It doesn't matter what I would do—” Of course he would do it if she asked, albeit begrudgingly and full of complaints, but he’d do it. “Because she didn't ask me to. Aelin asked you to help out with this one.” he nodded at Fenrys.
The blond grinned at him. “Come on Lorcan, it’ll be fun.”
“Fun?” He seriously doubted that. The last thing he wanted to do was put on a ridiculous costume and watch teenagers pretend they weren't scared just to impress their friends.
“It's a Haunted House, Lorcan,” Rowan tried again, “We’re not asking you to hand out candy to trick-or-treaters”
“Yeah,” Fenrys chimed in, jumping down from the counter, “You’ll get to scare people for three hours. And get paid. You already do that for free just walking down the street with that scowl.”
Lorcan’s response was the aforementioned scowl and a simple one-fingered salute.
“Ha. Ha. My answer is still no. You won't get me in an absurd costume and I won't be doing your stupid haunted house.”
Rowan was interrupted from responding by Lorcan’s phone ringing. Neither had noticed Fenrys subtly typing away on his own phone beneath the counter.
He recognized his girlfriend's ringtone and toned down the irritation that was seeping into this voice.
“El,” Rowan and Fenrys perked up at the sound of her name, trying to listen to his conversation. He waved them off and walked into his room. “Hey, what's up?”
He could hear her laughing at something said in the background and then her voice ran through his speaker, “Hey Lor! I was just talking with Aelin and she was telling me about this awesome—”
“Is this about the haunted house?” He cut her off, already groaning.
“How’d you know?” She sounded surprised...almost too surprised…
“I’ll let you guess what I was just talking about with Rowan and Fenrys. And before you ask—” He rushed on, knowing that once she did, there’d be no way he could say no to her, “I am not going to dress up and play monster all night just because you think it would be so fun.”
He heard his girlfriend groan exasperatedly at his insistence, “Oh, come on, Lor. It really would be so fun! You guys would be in the haunted house and Aelin and I could keep coming through all night to keep you company. And just think,” She lowered her voice, he guessed so she wouldn't be overheard, “there will be lots of dark corners that we could sneak off to.”
He let out a long sigh. Gods, this woman had some magic power over him.
“...Fine.”
“Oh yay!” He could hear the smile in her voice and it made the scowl he wore soften a little. “This is great! Go let the guys know, I’ll tell Aelin. And babe?”
“Yeah, El?”
“I know you’re not super excited, so as a reward for stepping out of your comfort zone, I promise to make the night exciting.” He could picture her winking at him through the phone.
Chuckling, he ran a hand through his hair, “I’ll hold you to that, babe.”
“Love you, Lor! Bye!”
He said a quick “Love you, too.” before she hung up.
With one more resigned sigh, he walked back out to see Rowan and Fenrys muttering to each other. They both turned to look at him expectantly.
“…what time should I be there?”
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Elide wasn't exactly sure why she agreed to convince Lorcan to do the haunted house. She had been out with Aelin when Fenrys texted her telling her that she needed to get Lorcan to agree. Aelin caught the text over Elide's shoulder and insisted she call Lorcan.
“Ooh, that'll be great! Your grumpy boyfriend can keep mine company. And hey,” Aelin beamed at her, feeling satisfied at how things were coming together, “knowing that it's the guys who are dressed up and not some rando, you don't have to be so scared about going!”
That was why Elide couldn't figure out how she’d agreed to both getting Lorcan to do the Haunted house, and also to going through it herself.
Elide loved Halloween...the cute, fun, wholesome parts of Halloween like carving pumpkins and watching cheesy Halloween movies, and wandering through corn mazes. She didn't love the over-the-top scary, ‘you're going to be so terrified you’ll wet yourself’ parts of Halloween.
But she could put on her big-girl pants and get through one night of terror. And, maybe Aelin was right. Maybe knowing that the ax murderer jumping out at her was one of her friends or her boyfriend, would make it less scary.
That's what she tried to tell herself as she and Aelin waited in line for the haunted house two days later.
Lorcan had refused to tell what his costume was, but she knew Rowan was some kind of zombie, and Fenrys was going to be, yup, an insane ax murderer.
She and Aelin would go in, find the guys, maybe hang out and watch them scare people for a bit, and then they’d leave. Elide knew Aelin wanted to come through a second time later on, and she promised Lorcan she would find him and take advantage of one of the dark corners she mentioned before.
Two times through the haunted house, she could do this.
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She couldn't do this.
Elide let out another piercing shriek as a hand jerked out of the cobwebs to grab onto her arm. She spun, ripping her arm out of their grasp, only to hear a dark laugh and another hand brush the back of her head.
Whipping back around she saw Aelin pull her hand back, grinning.
“Ae, I love you, but I’m going to kill you.” She was jumpy, ready for something else to pop out at her. “I am going to murder you for making me come here, and no one is going to help you or find your body because they’ll all think you’re just some prop for this gods-awful house.”
“Oh El, I’m sorry,” but Aelin was grinning through the fake blood splatter on her face making Elide roll her eyes and huff. “Let's go find our big, strong boyfriends, and they can make us feel better.”
It should have sounded comforting, but Aelin wiggled her eyebrows at the end, and Elide chuckled lightly.
“That doesn't sound like you, Ae—the last bit, sure—but not the first.”
Tossing her head back to laugh as she draped an arm over the shorter girl’s shoulder’s Aelin laughed.
“Please, they just like to feel useful.” She winked, but Elide could see the fondness on Alein’s face as she thought about Rowan. “Let’s keep going.”
All Elide did was groan.
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Lorcan was tired of this. He’d been stuck wearing a mask with a supposedly scary face on it, but besides that, he was just wearing his normal all-black attire. Black jeans, black hoodie, black boots.
According to Fenrys, Lorcan was already scary enough.
At least he didn't have to wear the zombie get-up Rowan had on. Lorcan didn't want to know how long it had taken him to put all the green undead-looking make-up on—something he was sure Galathynius was responsible for.
Lorcan wasn't about to admit it, but he was having a little fun scaring people. He had positioned himself in a corner, just behind a turn in the hall. He could hear when people walked by him, but they couldn't see him until he wanted them to.
All he had to do was take one step, say “boo” in his deep, deadpan voice, and watch as the victims screamed, jumped, or ran away. One guy had let out such a high-pitched wail that Lorcan thought the glass on the window might break.
He’d been there for almost an hour; apparently, Elide and Aelin took longer to get there than planned because they hadn’t come through yet. He was getting a little grumpy, having been promised alone time with his girlfriend somewhere private when she made her way through.
Another group of teenagers walked by. Another “boo.” Another shriek. Another herd of footsteps running down the hall away from him, but unknowingly towards the enthusiastic ax murderer.
He settled back into his corner and waited some more.
He heard a pair—no, two pairs—of footsteps getting closer to him. Maybe he’d have some fun with these people; he wouldn't half-ass his attempt this time. As they turned the corner, Lorcan took a breath and leaped out in front of them.
Several things happened one after the other.
Lorcan roared “Boo!” Not the scariest thing to say, but his size, stance, and volume made up for it.
The pair, two women, screamed. One severely louder than the other.
In less than a moment, he recognized his beautiful, terrified girlfriend.
Elide, letting out her shriek, and unable to see Lorcan’s face beneath the mask, moved instinctually letting her body take over instead of thinking.
She drew her arm back and punched him in the face.
Lorcan’s head flew backward, not expecting the impact.
“Elide!” Aelin gaped at her friend, but Elide was still screaming, partly because of the heart attack she knew she was having and partly because her hand immediately began to hurt once she made impact with the masked man’s face.
Lorcan grunted, bringing his hand up to hold his definitely broken nose. He could feel the blood already dripping down behind the mask.
“Fuck!” He groaned, managing to pull the mask off his swelling face.
The moment the mask was off and his face was recognizable, both ladies’ eyes went wide.
“Lorcan?” Elide screeched, moving toward him, her face caught between disbelief and guilt. “Oh, my gods, Lorcan! I’m so sorry!” She tried to touch his face but he winced as she brushed his nose.
Devastation crossed her face as she took in the very real blood and bruising on her boyfriend’s face, all caused by her.
Alternatively, Aelin found it all hysterical. She was bent over, cackling, tears streaming down her face. She was laughing so hard that soon she wasn't making any sound, just clapping her hands together so she could continue to show her amusement.
“Oh, Lor—”
“I’b okay,” he muttered.
Elide sighed dejectedly, “When you say I’b instead of I’m it means you’re not okay. Gods, I can't believe I punched you.”
“You punched him!” Aelin got out between laughs. “This is one of my favorite moments, ever.”
“Oh hush Ae.” But her lips tugged up at the corner.
“I saw ‘at” Lorcan said, his words getting clogged by the swelling of his nose and the blood dripping down, and letting Elide fuss over him.
“Saw what?” She asked innocently, trying not to hurt him and she turned his face from side to side.
“ ‘at little sbile” That little smile.
She gave him a light kiss on the tip of his nose, careful not to put pressure on the broken part. “You’re the one who jumped out and scared me, you should be proud that my instinct when being attacked is to punch my attacker.”
He rolled his eyes. “But it's be,” But it's me. He gestured to himself.
“Yeah, but you had a mask on, and I was already on edge after someone,” she glared at Aelin who had finally calmed down, “made me walk through this entire monstrosity of a setup.”
Elide gave him another kiss, this time on the corner of his mouth.
“It’s by nose ‘ats broken, not by lips.” He pointed out when she pulled away.
She laughed, and her smile almost made his broken face worth it—almost.
“Come on, let's get you to the hospital,” She cringed thinking about having to explain to the doctors how this happened, “and when they give you the all-clear, I’ll give you all the kisses you want.”
“You two go,” Aelin told them and tossed Elide the keys to her car, “call me later. I’m gonna go find Ro and Fen and tell them all about this.”
Elide rolled her eyes as Lorcan flipped Aelin off and Aelin waved cheerfully back before practically skipping down the hall.
“I’ll give it to you, ‘at was a damn good punch.” Lorcan grabbed her hand, pulling her into his side as his other hand kept a firm hold on his face.
She smiled up at him, but he could still see the guilt on her face. “Well, I did learn from the best. Now, please use your hulking body and bloody face to scare off any more characters as we leave.”
He laughed as best he could and pulled her tighter against him. “I t’ink ‘hey should be more scared of you.”
Luckily they didn't run into any more jump-scares on their way out.
Once they were in the car—Elide forcing Lorcan into the passenger seat after pushing it all the way back for him and climbing into the driver's seat herself—they left the grounds and started driving towards the hospital.
“You know,” Lorcan said, glancing over at his brilliant, violent girlfriend, “when you said you’b promise to make the night exciting, this is nob what I had in mind.”
Okay, so maybe her smile did make his bloody face worth it.
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Wild Blue
Look, it's not everyday I give you wholesome shit, hell not even every month. But you got luckily... apparently. Boys playing in the water and being stupid? Yes please, I think we need this.
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The boys didn't often have a minute to themselves, but when they did, when they had free time, Havoc was never quiet. "I'm saying it's impractical to wear our armor when we don't have a mission, we have civilian attire for a reason, Echo." Tech rolled his eyes, he, as you imagine, was not wearing his armor nor his blacks, but whatever clothes they'd stolen over the years. "... and if we want to go steal stuff, we'll blend in perfectly with the population." Tech smiled, knowing he and Echo had made plans to do just that.
Echo frowned, "Yeah whatever." He crossed his arms, pouting as he tried to think of something witty as a way to insult Tech, but that thought was quickly interrupted, "Uh Wrecker, why are you carrying around Hunter?" Echo asked, looking up from his holopad. Tech also looked up, the smallest smile on his face.
"Oh!" Wrecker's smile grew, "He was just sitting there so I picked him up, he's just living in the moment now! See." Wrecker then turned around.
Hunter, who looked as if he had been sleeping, lifted his head, "How's it hanging?" He smiled, waving softly. Echo chuckled a little, hand to his mouth to try to hide it. Hunter then let his head fall again, maybe he was trying to sleep.
"He likes it!" Wrecker said as he turned back around.
"Yeah!" Hunter assured, there was a little laugh in his voice, it was as if they were cadets again. Wrecker always picked him up. Hunter had been pretty weirded out the first time Wrecker did pick him up. But he'd gotten used to, Hunter was never doing anything better and Wrecker also took him to the right place. Where ever his brothers were.
Crosshair peaked his head out from the doorway, and with a giddy laugh he ran up to Wrecker and jumped, "Me too!" He would've tackled Wrecker to the ground, but Wrecker wasn't caught off guard. Also, Crosshair is not strong enough to knock Wrecker off his feet.
"Ah! I got 'em both!" Wrecker laughed, picking Crosshair up and slinging him over his other shoulder. Crosshair took a minute to ensure he wouldn't fall, once he did he looked down to Hunter and fist bumped him. "Time to go!" Wrecker started moving, getting nonstop laughs from his brothers. Tech and Echo trailed closely behind as Wrecker ran outside the ship.
"Just run and jump on him, you'll fit." Tech prompted, taking note on how Echo eyeballed the three.
"Oh no, I couldn't." Echo shook his head. Tech gave him a shove, "Oh fine!" He huffed, running and jumping up on Wrecker's back. "I'm here-!" Crosshair and Hunter both made sure Echo wouldn't fall, their hands on his back that only moved once he felt he wouldn't fall.
"Ah!" Wrecker laughed, adjusting to the weight of another brother. "Tech you coming?" He turned around and looked at his brother. Hunter lifted his head, almost falling in the process. Echo was holding onto Wrecker's head and Crosshair was just sitting there, sticking his tongue out at Tech.
"...I don't think there is anymore room, so..." He stated, a small smile creeping on his face as he came up with an excellent idea. "...See ya, losers!" Tech laughed as he bolted the other direction towards the lake they'd landed nearby. As he ran, he threw his helmet at his brothers, luckily Echo caught it before it hit Wrecker. Who was charging full speed after Tech into the water.
When Wrecker had ran deep enough into the water, he flung his brothers off, sending them flying into the lake. Wrecker then picked up Tech, "Can't escape me, brother!" he laughed as dunked Tech's head underwater, then dropping him.
Tech floated back up to the surface, lifting his goggles up to wipe his eyes, he then threw them to shore. "How about we play a game of- Shit!" He screamed as Crosshair, who was underwater, yanked on Tech's leg and made him fall again. Crosshair emerged and burst out laughing.
Hunter had Echo on his shoulders, they were going after Wrecker, the two tackled their older brother, he plunged into the water. He stayed underwater for much longer than he should have. "Uh oh." Hunter said as he scanned the water trying to see Wrecker under the water. "Echo abort! Save yourself!" Hunter cried as Echo jumped off, swimming to safety with Crosshair. As soon as Echo was gone, Hunter was pulled under the water, Wrecker waved to him before swimming up. Hunter lingered there for a minute before he resurfaced.
When he did, he saw his brothers playing chicken, which is what Tech was going to suggest before Crosshair interrupted him. He came over, watching them, a smile on his face. Crosshair lost against Echo, falling off Tech's shoulders and into the water. Hunter then intervened, allowing Tech to get on his shoulders for round two.
As you can imagine, the boys went about this until the sun had set. Echo and Tech had completely forgotten about their plan to rob several stores of their foods and alcohols. "...But could we even buy alcohol? 'Cause at 79's they know we're clones" Echo asked, he was laying on the ground with Tech, the two were stargazing, "Also, we don't have IDs and like, we're all twelve."
Tech turned his head, chuckling softly, "No, I don't think we could, that's why we made a plan to steal it, Vod." He rolled his eyes, flicking Echo's head.
"You were going to steal something without me?" Crosshair asked, sounding genuinely offended. He stood by their heads, looking down, he had plates of food in his arms. They two of them made Crosshair get them food, he was the youngest, he had no choice.
"Damn right." Echo smiled as he sat up, taking a plate, "Thanks bubba." He said, grabbing a fork and taking a bite of Hunter's 'infamous but not really 'cause it's Hunter's mac-n-cheese.' Tech took his plate and also thanked Crosshair, who sat down with them.
"The night is still young, we can go, but it's almost your bedtime, Crosshair, you'd have to ask Hunter." Tech smirked, eyeballing Crosshair as he took a bite of his food.
Crosshair shot Tech a defeated glare, he tried to be offended, but he failed. He made a face before turning his head, "Hunter! They wanna go steal stuff, can I go?!" He yelled. Echo and Tech burst out laughing, not expecting him to actually do it. He did it out of spite. Hunter would say yes and then they'd have to take him.
Hunter turned his head away from the grill, "What? Yeah, just don't do anything to the population!" He called back before turning back to Wrecker. "Yeah, so I was tellin' Tech that just because he's smart doesn't mean he can tie his shoes."
Wrecker nodded, "Exactly, doing algebra scary fast doesn't mean you can get all of us ready to fight in fifteen minutes before a battle." Wrecker took another bite of the mac-n-cheese, looking over to his brothers, who were all laughing together over in the dirt.
"You get me," Hunter said, "It's not about book smart, it's about street smarts."
"But I don't know shit about streets-"
"Not actually streets," Hunter shook his head, "... I think." He mumbled before shoving his face with food to avoid questions. Wrecker nodded, very wise was his little brother.
"Anyway, look at Crosshair, can you believe him?" Hunter shook his head, making eye contact with Crosshair, who had gotten up and had come towards the two.
"What did I do?" Crosshair asked, "I just wanted more food." He whined, shuffling to them as Hunter set down his plate, took Crosshair's and gave him more food.
"I can't believe you, you're atrocious." Wrecker gave Crosshair a soft shove, Crosshair tried to hide his grin as Hunter handed him his plate.
"Oh yeah, I'm terrible, ya'll should just leave me on Kamino one of these days." He laughed as he turned away, walking back to Tech and Echo.
"What an idiot."
"Ugh, I know right?"
The two shared another laugh and continued to diss their little brothers, but luckily, they were doing the same thing. "Yeah, no, Hunter's hair? Nothing special, now General Skywalker is fucking ugly," They all nodded in agreement as Echo spoke, "But he knows how to do his hair. Hunter needs to use better conditioner, the general would go to Amidala's place and come back smelling like an angel." Which helped with his face.
"I agree, in comparison to General Skywalker, Hunter's looks are not on a vomit-inducing scale." Tech added, stacking his empty plate on top of Echo's also empty plate.
"But he's still ugly."
"Oh, very."
Crosshair laughed as he chewed, trying his best not to choke. "Can we go now?" He said when he'd finished eating. Tech and Echo both glared at him for a solid thirty seconds before nodding and getting up. Crosshair got up, having to catch up with them. They dropped their plates off. Echo and Tech simply said they were heading out, but Crosshair lingered, "We'll be back, I- I can do the dishes when we get back," He muttered, "Uh, bye."
"Bye, bubba." Hunter smiled, waving Crosshair off. Crosshair had a giddy smile, giving them a nod and a thumbs up before turning around and running after Tech and Echo, who were practically already out of sight.
"Hey! You assholes!" Crosshair screamed as he ran after them, "Wait! I'm scared of the dark!" He called as he caught up with them. Wrecker and Hunter smiled fondly. It was a good day.
"....Crosshair isn't gonna do the dishes." Hunter said once they'd stood there in silence for several minutes.
"Yeah, no he isn't." Wrecker agreed as he helped Hunter clean up. Wrecker loaded their grill back up as Hunter took the plates and food back inside. "We'll make Tech do them." Wrecker called as he locked the compartment the grill was in, he then headed back inside, "Hide his armor so he'll have motivation." Wrecker suggested once he was back inside. Hunter was putting the dishes in the sink, he looked up to Wrecker and chuckled,
"Good idea!"
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Hello there! I love your writing so much! ❤️ And I have a request! Scenario with Kirishima on a mission with his fem s/o, whose quirk is solar energy, she can absorb the suns energy, store it within her body for use when it’s needed, and use it to attack either with bright light to temporarily blind an enemy or condense the energy tightly together to create burning physical attacks. She saves a citizen but gets badly hurt for it. It almost kills her but in the end she survives and fully recovers
A/N: Thank you for your sweet words! This is a really cute scenario you came up with and I hope that you like what I made of it! Please enjoy! (*⁰▿⁰*)/
Tags: Kirishima x reader ✅ SFW ✅ fluff ✅ angst ✅
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My light - Kirishima x reader
Big hands wrapped around your body as they adjusted the creme-yellow belt of your hero costume. With an amused gaze you watched as your red-haired lover struggled to perfectly align every single detail of your clothing with his big hands until you couldn’t help yourself anymore and began to giggle.
“Don’t laugh (Y/N), you know that I’m not good with this!”
“And yet you still insist on helping me with it,” you answer with a smile on your lips as you softly remove the man’s hands from you an squeeze them. As if to return your gentle touch he brought your hands to his lips and made sure to kiss every single knuckle, making you blush in embarrassment in the process.
“Are you ready?”
His sudden question took you by surprise, but after a couple of seconds you nodded confidently.
——
Both, Kirishima and you stood next to each other slightly nervous about what your superior had called you in his office for. The blond man in front of you looked over some documents before finally lifting his gaze, a grin immediately spreading along his mouth.
“Well hi there you two, there’s no need to be that nervous, you know? C’mon, loosen up a little!”
The two of you did as told and relaxed your tensed up muscles, after which you spoke up, asking the pro hero in front of you why he had wished for a meeting in his office.
Usually, Fat Gum wasn’t one that sticked to formalities, such as calling his workers - or in your case, heroes - to his office for a talk. He preferred to casually bring it up whenever he met with the person(s) in question, and that’s why Kirishima and you were so surprised when Tamaki had asked you to go to the main office for a talk with the boss.
Luckily, he was quick to realize that you both were pretty nervous so he immediately began explaining. It was truly a relief to hear that all he wanted to share with you were the details for a joint mission the two of you would be taking care of the following day. He gave you all relevant details and as always asked you to be careful and try to not get yourselves injured. With a promise to watch out for each other and be as careful as always Kirishima and you left your superior’s office and began reviewing all the relevant papers he’d given you. You were motivated and happy to finally have a mission with your beloved, since not only were you a great team but just being by his side during dangerous missions made you feel safe and somewhat relieved. While you looked at the red-haired man’s profile as he scanned over the paper in his hands, you promised yourself to make this mission a success.
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Ah! It’s Red Riot and Sunshine!
E-Excuse me Red Riot sir, can I have your autograph?
Thank you two for always watching out for us!
Miss Sunshine, can I have a selfie with you?
After answering all questions and attending to everyone’s requests the two of you resumed your walk. Being stopped by people who treat you like some famous actors was nothing new to the two of you since this wasn’t the first joint mission you took on and yet you were always overwhelmed by the amount of love and support everyone showed you. But what made you even happier was seeing how Kirishima reacted to it all.
The way his cheeks became redder, his slightly stuttering but nonetheless loud voice, how big his eyes got whenever a fan of his showed him the merch they’d bought, and many other small and adorable things you noticed were simply heartwarming. As his lover you knew more than anyone how much effort he puts into his hero career and just how ambitious he follows through with the goal to step into Crimson Riot’s footsteps, so seeing his hard work being rewarded made you extremely happy.
A couple of minutes passed and you slowly had to resume your patrol, so you unobtrusively signaled your red-haired companion to wrap his talk up. The disappointment of his fans didn’t last as long as you’d presumed it would, but who could blame them when Kirishima flashed that sharp but angelic smile instead of bidding them a proper farewell.
“My bad (Y/N), I got quite caught up talking with them about their t-shirts!”
You giggled and pat his shoulder a few times before answering: “There’s nothing for you to apologize about, in fact I can’t really blame you since…the new collection of yours looks pretty cool”
Even though you had whispered the last part of your sentence, the man next to you heard it nonetheless and couldn’t help but smile broader than he already was. The moment he parted his mouth to give you an answer, a sudden explosion some meters away from you interrupted the wholesome moment you were having. You two immediately ceased your idle chatter and switched over to your hero personalities. While you began to evacuate the nearby pedestrians, your boyfriend rushed to the explosion site and helped the injured people out. Your eyes followed the backs of the innocent citizens as they ran away from the smokescreen that was enveloping the massive frame of Kirishima, who was holding onto staggering and hurt pedestrians as he brought them to safety.
Before you could go and help him out a figure caught your eye and just as you were about to call out to them, they turned the corner and ran into an alleyway. “Hey! Hold it!“ you shouted and almost immediately took chase, ignoring the young man’s worried screams behind you, pleading for you to at least wait for him and not do anything too rash. You heard him and nodded to yourself, repeating his warning inside of your head as you continued your chase.
Surprisingly enough, the person before you wasn’t as quick as you had expected so it wasn’t that hard to keep up with him and just as you were about to take a hold of their arm they cut the corner yet again. You spit out a curse before following the new route of the suspicious individual and that’s when the worst case scenario happened.
Just a few steps in front of you was a young school girl who was talking to someone over her mobile phone and because of that she failed to notice the two of you approaching. You shouted out a warning but her reactions were unfortunately too slow and allowed the suspect to grab her and hold a knife to her throat.
“D-Don’t come any closer or else this girl’s death will be your fault!”
Without much hesitation you obeyed and stopped, using the moment of silence to asses the situation as well as take a proper look at the person you had just chased. It appeared to be a middle aged man and judging by his wide eyes and slightly trembling hand you deduced that he wasn’t used to threatening people like that.
Perfect, I just need to calm him down and hope that words will be enough…I’d really like to avoid using my powers
As you thought that you glanced up at the sky where the sun was shining brighter than you’d ever seen it in the past few days and if you were being honest, it worried you a little. Your quirk was the accumulative type and allowed your body to store solar energy, allowing you to use it at your discretion, but it came at a cost. To put it simply, the brighter and stronger the sun shone, the more dangerous and taxing your power was on your body. You took a deep breath to calm yourself and began reasoning with the man who faced you.
“Sir there is no need for you to get other people involved, we can clear this misunderstanding between us, ok?”
You spoke slow but with a firm voice so that neither the man got more agitated than he already was nor scare the innocent girl any further. And indeed the man relaxed his grip ever so slightly but the moment you wanted to continue with your plan of calming him down the young girl screamed out for help and began struggling desperately.
“No…! Don’t-”
But before you could warn her to not make anything rash it was too late. The girl’s thrashing about ended up hitting the man behind her a few times, which resulted in him finally losing his patience and the moment you saw him raise his hand, in which he held the knife, you immediately activated your quirk and shouted: “Close your eyes!”
Fortunately for you, your message reached the recipient it was meant for and when you confirmed that the female student had obeyed your order, you released a portion of the energy you had collected from today’s sunshine and blinded the man. While he was stumbling back screaming, you used the short timeframe to grab the girl’s hand and start running.
“Ok I need you to listen and obey everything I’m about to tell you, got it?” you asked and waited for her affirmation first before you continued, “Run as fast as you can back to the main street and there you’ll meet the sturdy hero Red Riot, a muscular, tall, and red-haired young man, who’ll keep you safe while I take care of that man, ok? Now run!”
You normally would’ve gone with her, but your previous move took more out of you than expected, so you chose to leave her safety to your trusted lover while you won them some time.
The man’s quick and heavy steps were closing in on you, so you prepared yourself to attack once again if necessary. With the plans to either stun him a second time so that he can’t see where he runs or inflict a burn on one of his kneecaps to slow him down, you turned to face him.
“O-Oh my god…why didn’t you….? T-This can’t be happening! I-I….I have to g-get away from here!”
“Not s-so fast…” you utter as you hold onto his hand and your body temperature begins to rise. In a swift and quick motion you kick his shin, causing his knee to buckle and used that small timeframe to bring this man down, ultimately pinning him to the ground with your leg on top of his chest, and your hands tightly gripping his wrists. In order to make him surrender completely you released your powers and that energy caused slight burns on each body part you had come in contact with. You had to use and control your power which was pretty taxing to your body. Your vision slowly grew blurry and that’s when you remembered the small “promise” your loved one had made to you as you ran off.
Aah…Eijiro, please hurry up..
“(Y/N)!”
Hearing the familiar voice echo behind you just mere moments after you had thought of him made you smile in relief. You took one last glance at the knife which was deeply buried inside of your lower stomach before closing your eyes and embracing the darkness that had tried to claim you this entire time…
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P-Please, you need to save her! I-I’ll do anything, so please-!
Sir I need you to calm yourself down, you’re bothering the other patients.
We first need to perform a checkup on her, s-
I don’t care what you have to do, j-just please!
That’s enough out of you shitty hair, let the doctors handle it and meanwhile we’ll wait outside!
While your consciousness drifted back and forth you could make out a couple of voices near you and one of them belonged to none other than Kirishima.
“E-Eijiro…”
You felt a big hand tightly wrap around your own and squeeze it slightly, but before you could do or even say anything else, your vision once again blackened.
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Calloused fingers caress the back of your hand as the tall man kisses your bandaged knuckles. His empty stare fixated on your sleeping form and the peaceful way you just lied there managed to put him at ease for at least a couple seconds before once again realizing the harsh truth of how grave you had been injured by that man and your own quirk.
“You idiot…I told you to be careful and not overdo it, didn’t I?” he silently whispered in front of himself as he used his free hand to stroke your cheek ever so gently. Since your hospitalization he remained practically glued to your side, refusing to miss even a single update on your condition, if it weren’t for his friends to literally drag him out of your room so that he gets something to eat or simply see the summer sun he would be in an even worse condition than right now. He was aware that he was a burden to others and that he behaved immaturely, but every time he tried to cheer up for their sake or simply try to worry less, he’d remember that day of the incident.
The scene of your back facing him while you were apprehending the man who had ran off seemed normal at first, but as soon as he was merely a couple of steps away from you, you had fallen forward right on top of the other man’s chest. He began panicking and apologizing frantically, saying stuff like I didn’t mean to do it or why didn’t she dodge, and that’s when he noticed the abnormal amount of blood that had stained the other man’s shirt…
While your lover recalled the unpleasant and rather traumatizing event, he failed to notice the way your facial features tensed up and your eyes slowly fluttering open. At first you couldn’t really feel your body, so all you did was glance around and quickly came to the conclusion that you were in a hospital room. All you could hear except the silence that surrounded you were the steady breaths of someone who most likely stood pretty close to you. Just as you were about to try and move your body a sudden voice stopped you in your tracks.
“I’m sorry (Y/N) for being late…I-I should’ve hurried up and come to y-your aid quicker, t-then you wouldn’t have had to use your ability to that extend and e-even wouldn’t have gotten stabb– god, forgive me…”
His shaky voice was full of sorrow and guilt and as if that wasn’t painful enough for you to hear, Kirishima even squeezed your hands tighter than before and put them up to his forehead. The man continued muttering apology after apology and with each one he got sadder, so you finally decided to speak up.
“If you continue squeezing my hand like that it’ll never recover, you know?” you joked with the most cheerful voice you could muster and even though it ended up sounding more raspy, it achieved the surprise effect you were going for. Wide red eyes, filled with nothing but relief stared at your smiling face.
The man next to your bed got up so quickly that his chair fell over, he was so overwhelmed with the fact that you were awake that he didn’t know what to do first. Call the doctor and the nurses over? Ask you about your condition? Embrace you? Lecture you? Cry?
In order to take most of his nervousness away, you gently tugged on his hand and smiled up at him with glassy eyes.
“Ei, I missed you.”
One single tear rolled down his cheek and as realization slowly downed on him the stream of tears didn’t stop flowing down his face. He bend down to you and as gently as he could wrapped his arms around you, hiding himself in the crook of your neck.
A couple of minutes had to pass by until he was capable of properly talking to you and knowing just how worried he had been you figured that he’d most likely start lecturing you, but as you saw him push the button next to your bed that was supposed to notify the hospital staff in case of an emergency, you gave him a confused glance.
“(Y/N), I’m pretty sure that you know what I want to tell you and I hope that you’re aware of just how mad I am, but,” he paused and looked directly at your face, but to you it seemed like he glanced at something beyond you. After what felt like an eternity of torturing silence he finally resumed his initial thought with a somewhat sad smile: “…the only thing I’m most thankful for is the fact that you’re alive and well.”
A gentle knock on your door and the entry of the nurse interrupted your discussion. After she checked in with Kirishima you watched as he slowly left your room…
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“Ok, then Miss Sunshine one last sign and you’re free to leave.”
You sign the last document she’d given you and smile, thanking her for everything they’d done for you. She simply smiled and humbly shook her head. “Miss I’m simply doing my job…just like you. Thanks to every hero’s efforts I can feel safe…and if by treating your injuries I can contribute to your well-being and performance then I’d gladly do so.”
With flushed cheeks, you chuckle at her words, and just as you were about to leave she stopped you.
“But if I may give you an advice for the future…please refrain from such reckless actions again. This wasn’t the first time you came here because of your quirk’s effects on your body…but this time was the worst. I don’t know what lead you to drive yourself beyond your body’s limits, but you standing right here in front of me in such good condition is nothing short of a miracle.”
Silence.
“She knows that.”
The two of you turned to the person who’d just butted into your conversation and as expected it was none other than your boyfriend, who was standing behind you. He carefully wrapped one arm around your waist and held out a beautifully arranged bouquet to you with his other one. You took the flowers and blushed as you whispered a short thank you to him. With his usual broad grin, he kissed your cheek and took the bag you were carrying, slumping it over his own broad shoulder.
The two of you bid the nurse and her colleagues farewell as you slowly headed for the exit. She watched your backs as you walked past the entryway and focused on the man’s smile which seemed to never falter, as she recalled his words the day you had been rushed to the hospital right before his blind friend had brought him away…
I know that it’s not my place to say this, but please save her…
I’m begging you…
Please save my light…
#bnha scenarios#mha scenarios#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bnha fluff#mha fluff#bnha angst#mha angst#kirishima x reader#kirishima eijiro x reader#━𝙱𝙽𝙷𝙰#━𝙼𝙷𝙰#━𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽'𝚂 𝙴𝙲𝙷𝙾
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love your ray and heather story! i don't know if you're accepting prompts, but would you write something about heather finding out about ray running into the fire for her?? I just need that SCENE
thank you! i'm so happy you enjoyed i wish i could leave you my love.
also ty for the prompt it's been a while but i do love writing prompts so here you goooooo
[side note: wyattnash on ao3 (if someone knows their tumblr lmk) also wrote a oneshot for this premise: Blame it on the Flame]
my heather & ray playlist for listening as u read
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It's been two months since Panic ended. As much as Panic ever ends for someone who has played it, or for Carp where Panic sometimes feels like its secret beating heart. The one thing that keeps the youth of this town alert, alive, aching for bigger and better things.
Panic may be dumb, but sometimes Heather thinks it's the one thing that reminds them all they have any say at all in their own lives.
"Heather! You dropped this," comes a voice from behind her, and Heather turns. Drew is holding out the pack of crayons she'd just bought from the pharmacy, which clearly fell from between her arms. "Seems important," he says with a kind smile.
"Thanks, Drew." Heather sighs as she reaches out and takes the pack, stacking it back into the crook of her arm with the toilet paper rolls and bottle of ibuprofen she'd just purchased.
Lily is out of crayons, and Heather can't forget the expressive hope in her eyes when she'd asked for more. Her and Ray had started drawing together on afternoons when he was over, and Heather wasn't going to be a contributing factor in ending that wholesome activity. Something they both seemed to enjoy.
"Lily would be sad if her and Ray couldn't work on the town map they've spent the last week drawing together. I've never seen either of them so focused on anything." She puffs out a breath.
It came as a surprise at first to see Ray so tender with Lily, so receptive, until Heather thought about it and realized maybe it wasn't a surprise at all. Ray, at his core, is a sweet person who simply had built a million protective shells around it. That's what kind people who live in the dirt were forced to do. Heather got it.
Drew's eyebrows quirk up. "You and Ray going well then?"
"Hm?" Heather tilts her head. She knows what he's asking, but Heather isn't ready to spill her guts on the sidewalk to Drew. Even if she likes Drew.
Because what her and Ray have has grown into something tender, too. Something she holds so closely and dearly to her chest that sometimes she's afraid if she holds it in the palm of her hand someone might grab it away, tear it before she can stop them.
Drew rolls his eyes. "You're not tricking anyone. He's such an asshole sometimes, but when we all saw him run into Graybill's house after you? I've never heard anyone scream someone's name like that. Dude was so into you even then."
Her eyebrows scrunch, meeting in the middle. "Graybill's house? What are you talking about?"
Now Drew is the one confused. "No one ever told you? As soon as we realized you and Natalie were missing he ran straight back into the fire. I can't believe no one mentioned it."
The conversation fades quickly after that, Heather making some passing remark, and the two saying goodbye companionably. But Heather can't stop thinking about it. The image of Ray running straight into the fire, calling her name, trying to save her from danger.
That was after she'd upset him. Even then he cared. Which isn't really a surprise, either, she supposes, but it does something to her heart. Makes it tighter, the fondness tightening something wicked in her chest. The inescapable feeling she has for him even more irrevocable.
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She returns home to find Ray and Lily already in place. Heather ditches the toilet paper and other odds and ends into a nearby chair, tossing the crayons onto the coffee table they're circled around.
Ray looks up at her with a smile, dimple on display, that makes a smile of her own grow across her features.
"Thank you, Heather!" Lily sings, and Heather shoots a look her way before going to kiss the top of her head.
"Course, bug." She pauses to look at the map. They've made good progress. It has streets and houses drawn out but also little things. A book colored by the library. A pair of scissors by the hairdressers and a little heart Heather knows Lily must have drawn for their mom, even now. "Ray? Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Ooo," Lily jokes, though her head remains dipped forward in concentration.
Ray holds out his hand, and Heather releases a huff of breath as she pulls him up to standing. He kisses her briefly, hands still connected between them, and she rolls her eyes.
They make their way to the kitchen, where Heather gets a pot of water boiling for dinner before turning around and kicking her foot at his leg.
He tilts his head, crowding closer to her. "What's that for, Nill? Gonna reprimand me?"
She crosses her arms, mostly because she wants to maintain some distance while she says what comes next. Ray can be too persuasive when he closes in, making her forget words she wants to say.
"You ran into the fire at Graybill's." It's not a question because they both know the answer.
She watches his face, and there's that wrecked look again he'd given her after she asked about the words he said on the bridge. Like she's seen a part of him he hadn't actually anticipated anyone getting a glimpse of, and he dips his head. It comes to rest on her shoulder for a second before he pulls back.
"How'd you find out?"
"Not telling." Her lips twist into something between a smirk and a smile. "You don't get to get hurt because of me, okay? That's not love."
He hums, clearly not agreeing, and Heather is mad at him almost. The fact that he believes his life to be more disposable than hers, but she supposes she's honored, too. That Ray would be willing to do that for her and not seek thanks, not even needing her to know it.
"My only regret is I couldn't save you." He shakes his head, looking out the window over the kitchen for a minute instead of at her. "But you didn't need me, hey? Did it all on your own like the badass you are."
"I am a badass," she agrees. He turns his head back with a laugh, and he flows like water when she pulls him in by the belt loops to kiss her. "Thank you, but you don't do that again, okay?"
"Panic is over, remember? No more opportunities to throw myself into the flames for Heather Nill."
Which isn't an agreement, and Heather thinks it's wrong anyways because Panic is never over for them. Panic is a game they're alway playing, trying to keep themselves calm to get through all of the challenges Carp throws at them.
But she loves him. She really does, and she thinks she'd probably do the same if she had to. The way she'd gotten behind the wheel for Lily. The way she'd jumped from a cliff for freedom. She would do a lot for the people she loves.
"You're an idiot," she reminds him, words meant to be sharp but coming out fragile anyways.
His smile is radiant. "Yours, though," and he kisses her again against the counter.
Yes, she thinks. You are.
#nillhall#heather x ray#panic amazon#panic tv show#annie writes#my fanfiction#prompts#nillhall prompts#i love them just like as a reminder#i just love the idea of ray and lily coloring together ok#sue me#heather nill
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𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎! 𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑆/𝑂 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝐷𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘
Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, supporting, justifying or encouraging mafia activities or lifestyle. This is all fictional and not meant to represent real life scenarios.
Bonus naggy mom disclaimer: Everyone please drink responsibly, alcohol can seriously mess up your five senses and you'll be hating yourself in the morning when you're hungover and remember all the dumb shit you did. And especially don't drink and drive, if you plan to drink, be sure to have a responsible designated driver or call an Uber, taxi, Lyft, etc.
✧𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰✧
You opened your eyes, the slight light coming from the slit of the curtains hurting your eyesight. You tried lifting your head, but ultimately failed as a killer headache took over. You groaned and fell back on the pillow.
"Maybe now you'll think twice before doing something stupid like, oh... I don't know? Hmm... getting wasted at a sketchy bar and then roaming around the streets alone!"
You didn't even notice Hongjoong was in the room till his nagging made you aware of his presence.
"Don't yell at me! My head hurts!" You exclaimed, clutching your head.
Hongjoong shook his head in disapproval as he reached over and poured you a glass of water. He wasn't actually mad at you. He was just panicked so much last night when he couldn't find you anywhere, thinking about all the things that could happen to you, if they didn't already. He was actually relieved to find you all in one piece.
"Here. I'll go make you something for your hangover." Hongjoong handed you the glass of water along the some painkillers before heading out to the kitchen.
"I love you Joongie." You called out, knowing full well he wasn't mad at you, just worried.
"Of course you do. Who else would put up with your crazy antics?"
You laughed at his usual way of saying he loved and adored you as well.
✧𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪✧
"I don't wanna go home!" You whined as you tried to break your hand away from Seonghwa's grip, who was currently dragging you through the parking lot.
"I never asked for your opinion and frankly right now I don't care." He replied, turning around and proceeding to lift you up and carry you into the car.
"You're so mean Park Seonghwa! Never letting me have fun." You said as you tried slapping his hands away as he strapped you into the seat.
"I let you have fun.... safe and wholesome fun. Not this kind of rowdy fun that ends with you complaining the next day." Seonghwa sighed trying not to hurt you.
"I never complain!" You protested.
Seonghwa smirked.
"Oh no? Let's see if that's true tomorrow."
He knew it was all bullshit. Tomorrow you'd be running your mouth, cursing yourself for drinking so much and he'd still be there taking care of you because he loves you and he's a sucker for you..... also to tell you he was right all along.
✧𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸✧
Yunho was seriously regretting taking you to this club. He should have known that since you were tinier than him and Mingi, obviously your alcohol intake would be much lower than theirs. Mingi didn't help either, he kept pushing drinks to you even after Yunho told him to stop.
"Lighten up Yunho, when did you become such a boring stick in the mud?" Mingi complained.
"When I started dating, like seriously dating, not like you who just hook up with random people." Yunho couldn't help but take a jab at his friend.
Yunho decided to go outside to cool down for a bit, not wanting to make the situation more tense and to not lose his temper. He came back inside once he was calm and was scared when he couldn't find you.
"Where's Y/N?" He looked over to Mingi.
Mingi just snorted as he pointed to where you were and Yunho was speechless when he saw you on top of a table, dancing wildly as you tried to take your shirt off.
"Ok! I think it's time to go home!" Yunho pulled you off the table and covered you up in his jacket.
"But why? Don't you like it when I strip for you?" You teased him, almost stumbling back when you tried to walk.
"Baby trust me, I do enjoy it...when there's not like 500 people looking. Now come on, I'm taking you home."
✧𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰✧
You woke up and the first thing you saw was Yeosang staring at you with a sly smirk on his face.
"How's my baby feeling?" He couldn't hold back the snort in his voice.
"Don't. Fucking. Start." Your threat wasn't menacing enough as you fell back into the couch when you tried to get up.
"Seriously? You couldn't even take me to the bedroom?" You whined.
"Bathroom is closer in the living room, which actually, you spent a lot of time in, puking your guts out and I helped you out." Yeosang replied proudly as if he did something extraordinary.
"Go away if you're going to be like that, I'm not feeling good." You groaned and plopped a cushion over your head.
Yeosang pouted and gently patted your tush.
"Aww come on baby, you know I'm only playing. How about I go make you something to help you? Hmm?"
You nodded softly and Yeosang melted at how cute you were, and went to the kitchen to make you food.....but since he was also a little shit, he made it a point to make as much noise as possible just to annoy you.
"Kang fucking Yeosang! Stop making so much noise! My head is going to burst!" You screeched.
✧𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷✧
"Ok there we go."
San struggled a bit due to you squirming around, but he finally managed to get you tucked in bed. Your drunk self had other plans though and grabbed him by his belt loops.
"Sannieee....." You whined.
"What?" He asked, trying to stop your hands from wandering too far.
You giggled softly before saying:
"Please fuck me."
San blushed slightly and chuckled.
"Baby as much as I'd love to, you're too drunk and about to pass out anytime. I'm not going to take advantage of you in your condition. I love and respect you too much to do that."
You became emotional at his words and actually started crying. San became flustered.
"No please don't cry sweetheart! You're going to make me cry and we can't have that." San bent down and started trying to calm you down, stroking your hair and kissing your cheeks.
"I just can't believe you actually said that. You love me so much to-"
You didn't get to finish as you passed out immediately.
"There it is. You see? Told you you'd pass out."
San couldn't get mad as you were hilariously cute whenever you got wasted.
✧𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲✧
Mingi stood staring at the people in front of him: San, Wooyoung and Yunho just sat silently in the living room, while Yeosang held a totally drunk you up.
Mingi sighed.
"You know....when I said keep Y/N company....I didn't mean get them wasted!" His voice boomed through the living room.
"Ok...true...but look on the bright side.... at least it was in your house and not some club or bar...right?" Wooyoung tried reasoning with him.
Mingi was so furious at them, he actually began scolding them, adding a few insults to reprimand them for dragging you, his innocent and pure baby, into their reckless behavior.
"Mingi..." You tapped on his arm for the 20th time.
"Not now sweety, I'm not finished yet." He shrugged you off.
"Mingi I think I'm gonna-" You clutched your stomach in pain.
Mingi immediately scooped you up in his arms and rushed you to the bathroom where thankfully, he got there in time so you could throw up in the toilet.
"It's ok sweetheart, let it all out." Mingi said as he held your hair up.
Once he was done taking care of you and putting you to bed, he was going to cut off the other's heads for this.
✧𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰✧
"Wooyoung! I think I'm dead!" You called out to him, who was currently in the bathroom.
"You're talking though." He responded.
"Yeah I know! But I'm dead!"
You pressed your face into the pillow, feeling like shit and wanting to die.
"So am I speaking to your ghost?" Wooyoung let out his high pitched laughing.
"Shut the fuck up Wooyoung! This is all your fault!" You screeched.
"How is it my fault?!" He popped his head out the bathroom.
"You're the bad influence! You were there last night repeating 'Another shot! Another shot!' and you kept at it till I swallowed the entire bottle!" You accused him.
"I did no such thing!" He said as he came into the room.
"Oh sure. Now you don't remember! Fuck you." You huffed and covered yourself in the blankets.
Wooyoung snorted and sat down next to you, gently rubbing you through the blanket.
"Come on baby, you know you're not mad at me. After all, who's going to make sure you're taken care of in your state?" He cooed softly.
You peaked out from the blanket.
"Are you really going to be the sweet boyfriend you are and take care of me?"
"Nope. I'm calling Seonghwa to come over and deal with your hungover ass." He laughed and backed away when he felt you shift.
"Jung Wooyoung!" You screamed as you threw the pillow at him.
✧𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸✧
Jongho was really holding back only cause you were drunk and you were in front of a lot of people, but you made it really hard cause you kept clinging to him and kissing him randomly. You always did get touchy whenever you got drunk
"Jongho?" You pouted at him.
"What?" He sighed, knowing you were going to say the same thing you've been saying the past 15 minutes.
"I love you." You said as your lips began attacking his neck.
Jongho tried to gently pull you off him, embarrassed that his Hyungs were snickering and laughing at his flustered state.
"Sweetheart could you maybe control yourself?" Jongho groaned when he felt you start to bite at his neck.
"Jongho! This was supposed to be a family friendly get together, not a spot for you two to get kinky." Wooyoung teased him, as Yunho and Mingi pretended to be making out just to piss him off.
Jongho had enough. He told them if they continued, he'd break their necks like one of his many apple victims. He then detached himself from you and picked you up to take you home.
"Enjoy this time while you can Y/N, cause tomorrow I'm making sure you understand why you shouldn't pull stuff like that in front of others."
Gifs not mine, credit goes to their respective owners.
#ateez#ateez reactions#ateez hongjoong#ateez seonghwa#ateez yunho#ateez yeosang#ateez san#ateez mingi#ateez wooyoung#ateez jongho#mafia!ateez#ateez mafia au#mafia!au#ateez scenarios#ateez imagines
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Daring Fans of Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kirishima
Anon requested: “Hey this is my first time requesting but can you do a scenario where Bakugou (can do Todoroki and kirishima too) is a pro-hero, then one of his “daring” fan kisses him and his s/o saw the whole thing. Happy ending please!!”
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 1,294
Tags: @cyanide9602 @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak
a/n: I wasn’t sure if you just wanted Bakugou or you wanted all 3, but I also didn’t want to just do HCs, so I did mini scenarios of about 400-550 words for each character! I hope they were to your liking, and thanks for the request! Hope to see you again soon~
Bakugou Katsuki
As soon as this fan came up to him, Bakugou knew it was trouble. The fan eagerly came up to him while he was out with you, not paying you any mind while they gushed about Ground Zero being their favorite hero - and not even trying to hide their groping hands on his arms when they leaned in for a selfie.
And at the last possible second, the fan did the ballsy thing and plants a kiss right on his lips.
Your eye starts twitching. Your sweet boyfriend felt bad for spending a lot of time on his job for the past few week, and today he decided to devote the entire day with you. Today is supposed to be your day, and - not to sound like a spoiled brat (although you don't care at this point) - Bakugou is yours and you're not in the business of sharing with anyone, especially not some ballsy, entitled fan who thinks they can kiss your boyfriend right in front of you and get away with it.
They had another thing coming.
The fan pulls away from doing their little stunt with a smirk, briefly turning to eye you to gauge your reaction, only for their face to turn completely white.
"I hope you can die happy after doing that," you mutter gravely, cracking your knuckles. "Because you're about to!"
The fan runs off screaming, and you would've followed if it wasn't for Bakugou holding you back by your waist. "Let me at 'em! I won't hurt 'em too badly!"
"Babe, calm down, you've already scared them away," he whispers gently in my ear. "People are staring."
His hands rubbing at my waist settles me. "I just wanted to rough 'em up, that's all," I explain innocently.
"I know you did, but you can't make a scene in public." He kisses my jaw softy and smirks. "Damn, you being as much of a hothead as me is so hot."
"Damn right I am!" you huff. "I'm the only one for you and you better not forget it!"
His low chuckle resounds in my ear. "Never. Come on, let's go get brunch like we wanted before we were rudely interrupted."
Todoroki Shouto
One of the things you've always admired about Todoroki is his heart when we interacts with his fans. He sought to be the opposite of his father, so he welcomes fan interactions with a warm smile, kind words, and an open attitude.
What really annoys you is how dense he can be. Of course, there are fans who are starstruck by his handsome appearance, who wouldn't be? But there are those that are really bold, sneaking touches at him, making double-meaning requests, showering him with more compliments than needed, or trying to dress and act suggestively to catch his attention. Being the kind of guy who isn't terribly good at reading the air, Todoroki doesn't really notice any of their advances. It's sweet, in a way, because he only has eyes for you, but you really fear that one fan will take things too far and Todoroki won't realize it.
So when you were on line getting coffee for the two of you and you saw a fan approach him, it made you uneasy since you weren't there to cut into the conversation. You trust your boyfriend not to do anything, so you settle on continuously darting your head backwards to his table while you pay for your drinks instead of rushing over there like a possessive lover.
Which you regret doing once you turn around while you're in the pick up area. The fan had pulled your boyfriend in to steal a kiss on his lips, and now you're furious. At the same time, the barista called your order number, so you grab your order and march over to their table, seeing red and ready to give this fan a piece of your mind. Todoroki, wide-eyed and shocked pushes them away, putting his hands up in front of his body.
"I apologize if I came off overly friendly, but I'm very happily committed to someone else."
And just like that, all your immediate anger melts away and you find yourself lovestruck. Very happily committed, your thoughts echo pleasantly. In your face. You finish your walk to the table and set down your drinks, both of them darting their heads toward you as you shoot a beaming grin at your boyfriend. "Here's your coffee, babe," you push the drink in front of him. Yeah, it's petty, but he's your man.
Todoroki follows through, wrapping his arm around you to pull you into his lap and placing a sweet kiss on your lips. "Thank you, love." He turns to the fan and you finally address them with a tight, polite smile. "This is my one and only."
"O-Oh. I'm s-sorry!" After another stutters of an apology to both of us, the fan scurries off.
"Shouto sweetie." He hums in response. "I told you to make our relationship public earlier, didn't I?"
"Yes, love..."
Kirishima Eijirou
Your lovely boyfriend Kirishima has the best fans in the world. With such a courteous, respectable role model, you expected his fans to be just the same. Whenever they say him in the streets, they would always ask him how he's doing, reprimand him for not getting enough sleep, thank him for his service, and sometimes offer letters or small tokens of appreciation. He always gushes about how proud he is that his fans take after him. It's like watching a proud dad praise his adult kids; it's endearing and wholesome.
On your way to meet Kirishima for your date, you spot him from across the street and wave. He waves back, his sharp-toothed grin gleaming back at you as he waves. He's about to cross the street and meet you halfway when he gets stopped by a fan next to him. A proud smile plays on your lips as you cross the street to meet him.
Something isn't right with this fan, you notice. The first thought when you see how tensed the fan is, you think they're about to strike him. Instead, they bravely lean up and kiss the red-haired hero. It makes you falter for a step, but you pick right back up, ready to stomp over there and give the fan a harsh talking-to.
Kirishima immediately backs away and puts some distance between them. "Whoa there, I'm taken by someone already." Once you approach, he turns to you and snakes his arms around your waist. "There's my sweet baby," he purrs before capturing your lips in his.
Your stomach flips when it isn't as quick as you would have thought. Kiri makes sure to make a show of it, moving his lips against yours in a controlled but dominating way before pulling away after a few kisses. Your heads at the mini heated kiss, a little embarrassed that he did it in front of the fan, but you're not complaining.
The hero beams his signature grin as if he's done nothing. "This is my baby, we're really happy together."
The fan is understandably flustered, turning red in the face out of secondhand embarrassment. "O-Oh, I see. I'm sorry about that." They bow politely. "P-Please enjoy yourselves," they manage to say before escaping down the sidewalk.
You lightly run your tongue over your bottom lip, his linger taste still present. "That was unexpected, Kiri."
"But effective. Nobody get away with that, especially right in front of you." He squeezes your waist closer to him and smirks down at you. "But it was pretty manly of me, wasn't it?"
You barely squeak out a reply, making Kirishima chuckle at your tinted cheeks before leading you off towards your date.
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So I'm here to request 💖💫
Can I please have Endeavor, Aizawa, Hizashi, Mirai and Hawks with age regressor s/o? 💖💫 It can be eighter HC, or scenario when something bad happens and reader regresses 💖💫 Nobody writes about that and it would be really nice if you did, but I fully understand if you won't want to 💖💫 If you want more info, you can DM me and I would be happy to tell you more about it 💖💫
~ Leiia 💖💫
Imma change this request up a bit and make it so that our darling ~reader~ got hit w/ age regressing quirk (so now the poor thing’s a kid for like a day)
((i think i got the message thing fixed? Hmu to test it))
Endeavor
(AU where he was a wholesome dad so when i say i stan him i mean in this AU cause he did some crazy shit in canon)
Enji was today years old when there was a knock on the door.
Which was strange because that thing doesn’t happen.
Like, at all.
So he cautiously gets up and opens the door.
What?
There’s a group of officers as well as a kid that looks vaguely like his s/o?
This will be interesting.
“Sir,” One adresses him, “Your s/o here was hit by an age-regressing quirk while [i don’t know what you were doing]”
“I see. How long will this last for?”
“Approximately a half a day, sir.”
“Ah. Good day, then.”
“Good day, sir.”
He brings you inside.
It’s about noon now.
How can I not fuck this up?
You still have your conscious, of course, but you’re stuck with how tired a two-year-old can be.
You fall asleep almost immediately after Enji sits on the sofa with you, curled up with him.
Maybe this won’t be as hard as I thought.
3/12 hours
You wake up and your boi makes you some nice mac and cheese
(Stan the broken king™ or i take ur damn knees)
4/12 hours
He takes you to the park to play with other kids.
You don’t.
You stay with him and it warms his heart™.
But soon enough, a bitch™ comes and tries to flirt with your mans.
You can’t let that happen.
Cue the toddler tantrum™ (which is obviously fabricated)
“I love you” You say after bitch™ walks away. (that rhymed :) )
Enji is tired of ur bull.
He takes you back home.
5/12 hours
~bath time~
At first, you both think you can wash yourself, even in this body, right?
Wrong.
Your small mortal prison cannot even get into the bathtub.
You're too short for that hunnybun.
Enji has to wash you himself.
He holds in laughs the entire time.
6/12 hours
Your small lump of flesh body must fall asleep again because I said so.
You fall asleep while Enji watches TV.
Something about the news?
He feels the weight on his arm and looks over.
He smiles.
He picks you up and cuddles you.
:)
8/12 hours
Enji’s done. He’s had it everyone.
He’s going to bed now.
Babies are exhausting.
He tucks you in bed next to him.
10/12 hours
You wake up and cry after having a nightmare
I dunno, something bout death?
Enji wakes up too & comforts you.
“Shh, baby that is my s/o. My that’s a weird sentence. Please change back soon bb. I wanna kiss you without it being weird.”
You both fall back asleep.
The next morning you’re in your natural body again.
Headcanon that Enji is somewhat insecure and afraid of hurting people he cares about again (he is, after all, a broken king™)
Aizawa
Aizawa was taking a nap when the doorbell knocked him out of unconsciousness.
The fools.
He walks tiredly over to the door and opens it.
Well. This was unexpected.
You stand at the door with a group of officers.
You’re a child. That’s strange.
After an explanation from the collective about how you got hit by an age-regressing quirk and how this will only take 12 hours to deplete.
It was noon then.
Aizawa leads you inside.
2/12 hours
He takes you to a nearby park.
You play on the far side of the playground, near the darkness.
A villain tries to grab you, knowing that you’re Aizawa’s s/o.
You scream with your little baby lungs.
Aizawa hears this and deals with the villain.
He only relaxes when you go home.
4/12 hours
Aizawa brings his sleeping bag to the living room.
You are tired as well, and crawl in with him.
You both fall asleep.
6/12 hours
You wake up hungry. So you wake up Aizawa.
He makes you like chicken nuggets or something.
Aizawa eats a little, only because you force-feed him (as well as you can w/ your 2 year old body).
You go back to sleep
12/12 hours
You’re back in your natural body, and well rested cause you slept for half the time.
(this one was real short, sorry bout that)
Hizashi
Hizashi was going home after shopping.
He looked both ways, crossed the street, then got hit by a submarine because it's 2021.
Sike!
He was home already when he got hit by a submarine.
(this is really violent. I apologize)
He opened the door to see a very small version s/o with some officiers.
They explain how you got hit with an age-regressing quirk and will be stuck like that for 12 hours.
It was noon then.
He brings child-you inside.
2/12 hours
He grabs you a snack and you both eat it.
Very interesting, I know.
(pls help i’m running out of ideas)
He tells you a stupid joke.
You laugh.
3/12 hours
Hizashi finds a puzzle.
You both end up working on it for a whole hour til it’s finished.
6/12 hours
You fall asleep on him afterwards
He eventually does too.
9/12 hours
He wakes up to you crying in your sleep
You had a nightmare.
He comforts you.
“Shh, darling. You’re alright.”
You go back to sleep.
12/12 hours
You go back to your normal body. Everyone’s happy!
Mirai
It was noon when there was a knock on the door.
He opens the door, and there are two officers and a miniature s/o there waiting for him.
The officers explain that his s/o got hit with an age-regressing quirk and will take 12 hours to disperse.
Mirai brings you inside.
2/12 hours
Mirai brings you to a store called “the aery”.
As one might assume, it is, to put it bluntly, a bird store.
And he got you a birb. :)
3/12 hours
You’re fascinated with the birb.
Mirai is very happy.
He even smiles! :) :)
4/12 hours
Mirai finds some old paints in his closet so now you two are painting.
You paint a hill with flowers.
He paints you.
You two get in a mess of paint.
(well, more like you do)
6/12
~bath time~
You thought you would still be able to wash yourself, right?
Hah. You thought.
Your tiny body cannot even vault itself into the tub.
So now, Mirai must wash you himself.
And it isn’t awkward at all.
7/12
You go to sleep soundly.
Mirai tucks you in.
12/12
You wake up and realize you’re in your natural body.
You fall back asleep tho.
Hawks
(iconic bird-angel man make brain go brr)
Hawks was very tired of me breaking the 4th wall when there was a knock on the door.
He opens it and lo and behold, there are police & his s/o in a two-year-old body.
They explain the situation, going on how you got hit with an age-regressing quirk and how it’ll last for 12 hours before going away.
It was noon then.
2/12
Hawks gets hungry.
He want some chikem™
3/12
He grabs you and flies to the nearest KFC for some of that chikem™
You love flying with him.
Amazing.
4/12
You help him eat some of that chikem™
V nice.
(if you can’t tell, i'm running out of ideas)
5/12
Hawks takes you flying cause his apartment flat is as bare as baby’s bottom.
He lands at a park that has an ice cream stand.
He only has the time to get you one before the press finds him.
He takes off again.
7/12
He lands eventually, and you eat your ice cream.
He takes off again
8/12
He lands this time on a rooftop.
The sun is setting.
It’s a beautiful view.
9/12
He takes you back home.
And you both fall asleep.
12/12
You wake up next to your bird-brain. It’s time for a new day.
@letskidnapsenpai here you go simp sorry it took all day broski :)
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Beneath Still Waters- CH 1
Miracle Meeting
Word count: 3600
Summary: It’s the first of many strange meetings you’ve yet to come across. As you feel you’ve hit rock bottom, someone comes along to give you an opportunity. Feeling like you have no other choice, you pack a bag and head to a town known as Old Midev, the place where your adventures will soon begin.
Tags: (Mostly) Human AU, second person view, gender neutral reader, I do not endorse always following the advice of a stranger, but for trope purposes, it’s fun.
They say that despite the appearance of calm surfaces, you should always be aware of the danger of currents churning just beneath them. There’s a point people warn you about, for once you drift too far from shore, there’s a good chance you’ll never be able to come back, even for all your fights and struggles. The best thing for you to do at that point is move with the flow, all the better to keep your head above water. Is that what your life had come to at this point? Had you been swept along by unseen forces, working to barely keep afloat?
A little raindrop made its way down the glass pane, weaving and shifting past other stagnant dots of moisture. The trail it left formed small beads before it drifted down too far, disappearing from view. The locomotive ticked and churned along its path, unaffected by the storm outside. You sighed, changing your posture after having sat in your current one too long. Everything in your body was stiff, your muscles were sore, but most of all you were undeniably nervous. Was this a mistake? You wondered. Had it been too good to be true? But at this point...was there a better alternative? In all honesty, your life was at a low point. A very low point. Due to circumstances beyond your control, you’d lost your job, been told you had to find a new place to live by the next month, and finding any sort of stability financially, mentally, or otherwise seemed nigh on impossible.
That was, till about two days ago. Trying to scrounge up any semblance of peace, you’d taken a trip to a local park. Disheveled, heartbroken, you sat on a bench, pondering if soon you’d have to sleep on this very seat in the near future. At that point, it seemed like a very real possibility. Little kids threw balls at each other and screamed in joy, the birds around you sang without a care. Everyone else looked happy. Everyone else didn’t seem to struggle as you did. And while it seemed silly, you couldn’t help but seem envious of everything. Envious of the adults who seemed to have everything together. Envious of the free birds. Even envious of the little flowers planted in their permanent little pots.
“Mind if I sit here?” A gentle voice snapped you out of your thoughts, some worry racing through your mind, wondering if the stranger had noticed how bitterly you watched the passersby. The man was a kind looking soul; bright blue eyes, dark-toned skin, well-kept clothes, a shining smile on his attractive features. A soft breeze ruffled his curly brown hair. He pulled his ivory jacket closer around him, adjusting the blue scarf around his neck, the ends of the fabric billowing behind his shoulders. Something about him struck you as otherworldly, but you couldn’t place it.
Aware of the way you looked compared to him, you scooted a little closer to the edge of the bench, straightening your own clothes in an attempt to make your hoodie and sweatpants a bit more presentable. “Uh...sure…”
As he sat down, he thanked you only to apologize right after. “I’m sorry, I just had a feeling...maybe you could use some company.” Had you really looked that pathetic? Like a wounded animal left on the side of the road and calling out for help? You refrained from making a comment, hunching your shoulders instead. The stranger tilted his head at you, then lifted his chin to observe the puffy clouds drift up above your heads. “A beautiful day,” he expressed. “Don’t you think?” Really? Out of everything that could’ve possibly happened today, a charming yet odd stranger basically asked how you thought the weather was? Was it a good day? Was today, a day you’d been handed two rejected applications, a day you’d been hunting for anyone to take you in, a day you felt as if nothing could get worse, a good day? “It doesn’t have to be a good day,” he started, speaking as if he’d directly read your thoughts, “For it to be a beautiful one.” The breath in your lungs stopped for a moment as you observed him with semi-wide eyes. How did he…? The man simply shot you a sympathetic grin. “Ah, sorry for the assumptions. It’s just, in my line of work, you tend to see a lot of people sport the same expression. I couldn’t help but notice it on you when I passed by.”
Some heat poured into your cheeks. So you had been that easy to read. A small family walked by in front of you, one of the younger children running too far ahead. Their guardians hurriedly reminded them not to go too far. Once they passed, you straightened your slouched posture, taking a deep breath. “In your line of work?”
“I’m a doctor,” he explained.
“Ah…” How much despair had he seen, how many grief-stricken people had left such an impression on him that he could simply tell how someone was feeling just by their face? Was he an empath or just observant? It doesn’t have to be a good day for it to be a beautiful one, he’d said. The leaves off the trees shone different shades of green, some shifting to warm hues in preparation for the approaching autumn, rustling under the beams of sun branching out from behind the clouds that rolled past the grey-blue sky. The air was crisp enough for jackets, but not yet cold enough for coats. You could smell the aroma of freshly baked goods, the air carrying the scent from the bakery just across the street. It was...rather stunning. “I’m going to be homeless.” The truth slipped out of you before you could process even moving your lips. With it, your emotions followed, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Everything I’ve done, everything I’ve been working towards has failed. My efforts amount--they amount to nothing! I don’t even know where to go or-or what to do anymore.” A choked back sob made your voice waver. “I’m sorry...I don’t even know you, I--I’m sorry. I don’t know why I just shared all that with a stranger.” The tears slowly began to dry as you brushed them away with the back of your hand.
“Dr. Matthews,” he stated. “But you can call me Simeon.”
You blinked, sniffling a little as you glanced quizzically at him. “Huh?”
He rummaged for a few things in the confines of his pockets. With an outstretched hand, he offered you two things. One, a tissue, something you accepted with more than a little sheepishness as you dabbed the end of your nose with it. The second was a business card. It was a white and rather professional looking little paper with gold lettering. The name and title ‘Dr. Simeon Matthews’ was printed on the front, along with his email, business phone number, and website address. “Now I’m not a total stranger.” He smiled earnestly, and something about the idea of a doctor easily convinced that simply sharing a name would immediately make you acquaintances let a bubble of amusement float to the top of your mind.
“Simeon?” You repeated, and he nodded to confirm you’d gotten it right. The vowels slid past your lips. “It’s a nice name.”
He beamed at the compliment. “Thank you.” His long legs shifted and his hands fidgeted in his lap as he struggled with an internal thought. “Tell me...have you heard of Old Midev?” You hadn’t. In fact, you couldn’t even tell what he was referring to by name alone. A book? A show? An illness? “It’s a little old town quite a ways from here, but it’s where I grew up. It’s so small most maps don’t even bother displaying it,” he chuckled. Homesickness stood out behind his eyes, his smile a lonely one. “It’s been quite a while since I’ve been home...Do you like house-sitting?” His question left you stunned, and a pit formed in your stomach. You could connect the dots. Was he inferring what you thought he was?
“Simeon!” A high voice turned both your heads. A child about the age of ten or twelve was awkwardly running towards the bench with a little plastic container in his hands. Golden hair bobbed across his forehead as he stood before the man and presented the container; a little cupcake with pink frosting and pearl-like sprinkles dwelled inside. From under the kid’s blue jacket sleeves, you spotted bandages as well as a medical bracelet covering his wrists. “I managed to get one! They let me watch them make it fresh! Doesn’t it look delicious?”
“It looks amazing, Luke!” Simeon addressed the pale child. “But remember what I told you about running?”
Luke huffed and raised his nose. “I’m old enough to buy this by myself! I can handle running a little.”
“I just want to be cautious is all,” Simeon assured him. The doctor used a hand to gesture towards the kid. “This is Luke, he’s a patient of mine.” Your heart quickly sank. It explained the bracelet, why Luke looked too pale, why his bright tufts seemed so thin. Simeon noticed your face quickly drain, and he playfully ruffled Luke’s hair. “He’s been a fighter, but it’ll end up being moot if you waste all your energy running around like a rabid chihuahua!”
Luke, affronted, swatted Simeon’s hand away and fixed the stray strands. “I’m not a chihuahua!” There was fire in him yet. He pulled the cupcake box closer to his chest like he had to protect it. His sweet innocence and their wholesome dynamic let a smile curl across your face, something that hadn’t happened to you for a while. “Who’s your friend, Simeon?”
The man hesitated. He didn’t know how to explain that you two had literally just met, and your name had yet to be announced. He’d probably refrained from asking in the event it would make you uncomfortable. You drifted your sight between the two of them, the sense of unease devoid from your intuition. Usually you could trust your gut on sketchy strangers. The two of them felt warm, safe, strangely familiar, like you’d been fated to cross paths. Some faith in your humanity was restored, and as you looked at Luke, you remembered that other people were suffering too. If he could, you too could fight a little longer. With a little sigh, you let some of the heavy weight of hopelessness slide off your shoulders, and you shared your name.
And that was simply the beginning of your journey. A meeting of miracles.
Simeon had asked you again how you felt about house-sitting, and before he took off with Luke, he encouraged you to give the number on his card a call once you’d thought it over. Now here you were, on a train to this town of his, doing something potentially reckless. Old Midev...small alright. After you’d double checked Simeon’s doctorate claims, you’d searched this town. It did exist, but it took you a while to find it. For the longest time, the only result that would show up were some crackhead conspiracy posts on a mystic sea creature written by someone calling themselves The Sorcerer. There was only a lake in that town, nothing really seaworthy about it. Nothing really note-worthy about it, in fact. From the overhead map view, you could see a school, a library, a park, a gym, a grocery store, a few other scattered businesses--basically the bare minimum--and that was it. There were only about 800 people, and even that was slowly declining as residents moved away. But in that town held the potential of some support, a shelter, some hope, at least until you could get back on your own two feet.
The train buckled a bit, the speed starting to decline. You picked your head up, eyes heavy as you’d almost begun to nod off. Only now did your heart begin to pound. New people. A new environment. Would you be able to tell people you were basically someone’s charity case? That you were going to be squatting in someone’s empty home till you could sort yourself out? Groaning, you tapped your feet against the floor to get your nerves out. It took about another ten minutes before the train came to a complete stop. The luggage you’d brought with you resided in a single large suitcase in the proper compartment. Everything else you owned you had boxed up and placed in a storage unit in your old city.
If the station you stepped out onto was a testament to what the town was like, you could see that it truly lived up to the name Old Midev. The train had pulled next to the only station in town. It almost seemed as if the station itself was built before the rails, and they conveniently converted it into a station as an afterthought. It looked more like a barn than anything. A little red wooden building with rusty red walls and white trim that had begun to chip and grey with time. The platform was decorated with log benches, carved animal statues, and barrels that had been cut in half to serve as flower planters. There was a nice little overhead to keep people--and you--from standing out in open weather. Even though it was still raining, it had lessened to a light sprinkle. As you tried to move, your luggage quickly got snagged on a nail sticking out from the creaking floorboards underneath you. With a tug, you got it free. The pistons to the train hissed as they prepared to shut the doors behind you. It’s your last chance to turn around. It’ll be hard to get out of this if you stay, you told yourself. And yet you stood your ground, watching the train start to chug away.
Simeon had given you some insight into a few things before he’d so graciously purchased your ticket for you. One, he told you that you were welcome to stay as long as you needed. Yes, this town housed his home, and yet his work had him traveling constantly, so there was no one there to look after it. Two, his extra set of keys was in a compartment behind a wall plaque with a proverb on it. And three, a friend of his would be waiting at the station when you arrived to help take you to the house you’d be staying at. Only...you were seemingly the only living soul around. Swiveling your head to observe the area around you, you only further confirmed this. There was no one else here. No one was sitting down, no one was inside the building when you peeked in the windows. Being alone in...such an unfamiliar place...out in the middle of nowhere. Your blood started to run cold. Should you have done more background checks on Simeon? Yes, there was a website and a secretary and Luke and everything...but maybe it had all been staged! Was it all fake? Did you make a mistake? What were you even doing hopping on a train to come all the way out here?! Sure you had joked about dropping your entire life to move to a desolate place and change the way you lived, but you never thought it would be this frightening in the moment!
“Hey.” The monotone voice of someone behind you made you shout. You quickly turned, placing your suitcase in front of you in the event you needed to use it as a shield. You’d brought a self defense keychain with you and hidden it in your sleeve. Up until now, you hadn’t had to use it yet...but you would if you were desperate. There before you, occupying the space you could’ve sworn was empty, was a man; ripped jeans, dark circles under his eyes about as dark as the large sweatshirt he was wearing. Floppy purple hair with frosted ends hovered in front of his vision. He had a chain around his neck, a dirty look across his face, and a strange intense stance. You were dead. You knew it. Somehow you’d been fooled into coming here, and now you were about to be killed. “Are you the person Simeon sent?”
Oh...was this the friend Simeon had talked about? Your nerves were still on edge, but you found it a little easier to breathe. “Y-yes...are you…”
“Yeah. He sent me here to pick you up. I’m kinda late, I-” He was interrupted by his own large yawn. “I overslept. But it’s whatever.” Wasn’t it already dipping into the late afternoon? There was still some trepidation inside you, and he must’ve finally noticed your defensive stance. “Oh. Simeon told me to say ‘seraph’...I think it was the word.” Seraph had been Simeon’s little safety measure to try and ease your anxiety and to prove who to trust. It was such a random little word, you’d doubted anyone could come up with it without being told by Simeon first. Your shoulders loosened a bit. Although, still...not to stereotype...but you found it interesting that a character like Simeon would be friends with someone like...this person before you. He appeared as if he’d torn up his entire wardrobe with a set of knives and yet looked entirely comfortable about it. Like...soft-emo-core. And yet their clashing attire wasn’t what bothered you...it was Simeon’s angelic nature vs...this person’s apathetic attitude. Well, who were you to judge? Simeon just always threw more surprises at you.
“Yeah. That was the word.” You sighed and rubbed the back of your neck. “Thanks for coming to pick me up. I wouldn’t know left from right here.”
His blank face managed a little laugh. “Most people don’t. Anyway, come on, my brother has the car running.” He already started walking off, not even bothered to check to make sure you were following. You muttered some curses in your head before dragging your heavy suitcase behind you, trying not to trip on the uneven platform.
“Your brother?”
“Yeah, I don’t like driving,” he replied, kicking a few stray rocks as he hopped off the platform and onto an unpaved road. A large four-door red pickup truck was idling a few feet ahead. Through the darkened window, you could see another man--the brother, you pieced together--eating behind the wheel. You grimaced. Getting inside a vehicle with two people you didn’t know was exactly the sort of thing you’d been told not to ever do. The one time your escort actually looked back was the time you’d hesitated. “What,” he smirked. “You think we’re going to murder you or something?”
You stopped in your tracks. “Maybe! I don’t know you!” Your accusatory tone came out of nowhere. “You still...Simeon told me the name of the person coming to get me. You haven’t told me your name.”
He rolled his eyes and opened his mouth. Even if he’d told you, you weren’t sure you'd fully believe him. The main factor that contributed to some trust was all thanks to the person who rolled down the window of the truck, swallowing another handful of fries. “Belphie! Why didn’t you help them with their suitcase?” The name was right. Simeon had told you the person coming to get you would’ve been called Belphie. Strange name. Much like the password, you doubted anyone would’ve just made up a name like that on the spot.
“Eh. I didn’t feel like it. It looks heavy,” Belphie admitted. You almost glared at him. What is with this guy?
The other man opened the door and stepped out of the truck. He was wearing a tracksuit. Red jacket and matching crimson pants, both of which had black stripes running vertically up the sides. He was wearing a black shirt underneath, a little bright stain of some sort smudged on his chest, probably some condiment from what he’d been eating. Unlike his brother, he had bright red hair and an expressive face, although his voice shared the same consistent and unwavering deep tone like his sibling. He stepped towards you, almost giving you a heart attack when you realized just how tall and muscular he was. God help any creature that dared to upset him. When he moved his arm in your direction, you felt faint, but then he simply grasped your luggage with one hand and plucked it up from the ground, settling it gently in the bed of the truck.
He turned on his feet towards you, Belphie slinking away to get into the passenger seat of the car without even offering to help. “You’re MC, right? Simeon told us some about you.” The doctor hadn’t known you for very long, so the ‘some’ must’ve been the whole...rock bottom explanation. He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder to point behind him. “That’s my twin, Belphie.” Twins? They didn’t exactly strike you as such just on an observational standpoint, but it’s not as if twins were always identical. “Sorry about him. He gets grumpy when he’s tired.”
“It’s okay…” You mustered up a polite grin.
“You can call me Beel.” Beel opened one of the backdoors to the car, quickly clearing the backseat by shoving old takeout bags into one slightly bigger bag before settling it on one spot on the floor, looking a bit proud of his swift cleaning job. “Hop in, MC. Let’s bring you to Old Midev.”
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me headcanons#obey me imagines#human au#mostly#obey me simeon#obey me luke#obey me beel#obey me belphie
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