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suckitsurveys · 2 months ago

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How old were you when you learned how to drive? I was 15/16 but I didn’t get my license til I was 21.

Have you ever used a public payphone? Yeah.

Do you know what the most common bird is in your area? Either pigeons or sparrows or whatever they’re called.

How many teeth have you had extracted? Three wisdom teeth - I never grew the 4th.

What’s a Halloween movie that you enjoy? Basic ones like Hocus Pocus.

Would you ever walk a runway if given the opportunity? Nope.

Would you say you’re in a good place mentally? Nope!

What’s a popular candy that you do not like? Three Musketeers.

Do you bite your nails, cut them, or keep them long? I like to keep them a little long.

Do you ever have to babysit? Yeah, I hang with my nieces a lot.

Do you sing when alone? Sure.

Favorite pastel color? Purple.

Favorite thing cats do? Everything. I love kitties so much.

Butterflies, or dragonflies? Both.

Favorite kind of candy bar? Kit Kats or Snickers

Favorite childhood store? Claire’s.

Do you dream a lot? Do you remember your dreams? I do but I don’t always remember them.

Have you ever lucid dreamed? Uh huh.

Have you ever intentionally killed an animal for fun? What the literal fuck, no.

What character trait are you most ashamed of? I wish I wasn’t such a pushover and could stick up for myself better.

Do you prefer waffles or pancakes? Waffles.

Are you craving anything right now? I was craving cheese fries earlier and realized I haven’t had good ones in a while. The last few times I’ve ordered them they’ve been just fries with a cheese cup instead of the cheese poured over them. I need to find a place that does that near me.

Are you content just blending in with the crowd? Yeah for the most part.

Who is your celebrity crush? Michael Longfellow, John Mulaney, Aubrey Plaza, Pete Davidson, Alison Brie to name a couple.

If you had to choose a random color to dye your hair, what would you choose? I wanna do blue and black again.

Do you like the color orange? Depends on how it is used.

Have you ever shunned a family member or vice-versa? Nah.

Favorite shade of blue? It’s so hard to choose, I love shades of blue.

Favorite soup? Lobster bisque or potato leek.

Do you like mangoes? Yeah.

What do you want most? Guaranteed tickets to SNL.

How is your mental health? Fucking awful.

What are you thankful for currently? My husband and my friends and getting to be weird with them.

What’s an unpopular opinion you have politically? I mean, “unpopular” would depend on who you asked.

Name a song that’s fun to sing along to. There’s 100000000000000000000.

Who is tallest in your family? My dad.

Do you currently have a headache? I do kinda.

What’s the first thing you usually do when you get off work or school? Drive home?

If you could be famous for anything, what would you choose to be famous for? I don’t know.

Who is your favorite YouTuber? Bunny Meyer will always hold a special place in my heart.

Who is the nicest person you’ve ever met? My husband.

How about the meanest? My brother in law.

What was the last thing you spoke to your mom about? God, that was 11 years ago, and I still remember being mad at her that night, which sucks to have as my last memory of her.

When is the last time you felt appreciated for something you did? Today at work actually.

Are you the type of person who gets straight to the point? Depends on the situation.

Do you enjoy playing board games? Yes.

Are there any movies you are wanting to see? Saturday Night, Wicked, Moana 2 to name a couple.

Do you feel uncomfortable when people you hardly know confide in you? Would depend on what they are telling me.

What’s something you’re proud of yourself for? I don’t know, living?

Have you ever gone over 3 months without shaving/waxing your legs? Yeah, I rarely shave in the winter.

Have you ever swam in a saltwater pool? I don’t think so.

Do you think anyone has given up on you? Eh.

Have you ever been pregnant? I never had it confirmed but I think I was a while ago and lost it very early.

Have you taken anyone’s virginity? No.

Have you ever made your boy/girlfriend choose between you and someone else? No.

Do you remember when some of the Walmarts had a McDonald’s in them? Yeah.

What is one recipe that you would like to learn how to make? I’m sure there are tons.

Do you believe that Jesus will come back in your lifetime? Nope.

Were you afraid of heights as a child? Nah.

Have you ever had a lead role in a play? Nope.

Do you have a chandelier in your home? Nope.

Are you a Jeffree Star fan? Or no? Nope.

Do you own a guitar? Specify. Which brand of guitar do you own? Nope.

Are you a monogamous person? Or do you hate commitment? Monogamous.

Who was the last person who was rude to you? My nieces, but they’re kids so it wasn’t offended.

Have you ever met someone in person that you first met online? Yup. My husband, for one, and two of my best friends.

Who do you know who is dyslexic? Me.

Is weed legal in your state? Yup.

What is something that you used to be ashamed of, but now you’re not? I don’t know.

Have you ever held a newborn baby? Yup, my nieces. My older niece I held mere minutes after she was born. My younger one I held later that day.

Out of all your usernames for websites, which one is your favorite? Do you use it for more than one site? My usernames are all a variant of “suck it, nerds” lol.

Have you ever spent the whole day (or multiple days) just looking up one thing on the internet (e.g., videos of your favorite band, how-to videos, quizzes, etc.)? Sure.

Have you ever been in a situation where you had to be around your ex everyday? Nope, thank the lord.

Which condiment (ketchup, mustard, etc.) do you use the most of? Hmm. Not sure. Maybe mustard?

Would you ever flirt with somebody in front of your parents? Nah.

Have your parents ever questioned your virginity? I have no idea.

How many of your friends play World of Warcraft? Mark and Rachel do, I know that much.

Is there a certain song you like to headbang to? No I am a baby and that hurts my lil neck.

Is there a garage or carport attached to your house? Nope.

#surveys

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fleeting-sanity · 11 months ago

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New Year

Meh, another rant, please scroll past. I wish therapists exist here.

Ever since I lost the cat in my avatar, it feels like my life's been on a different trajectory. A downward spiral.

Eldest moved in with his family months ago, and bills have tripled with no contributions from his part. He made changes to the house that I despised. I hate seeing my elderly Dad having to pay for it all with his retirement. The money he gave me each month to pay for bills sometimes isn't enough and that means I'm paying for it. I allocated money each month for cat food and this is making a dent to it. But not a single peep from my parents when it comes to my brothers being losers though, criticism is only reserved for me. Because I have a pussy maybe? Because I'm the one actively talking to them to keep them company, but that apparently translates to them making me their emotional punching bag <3

I'm NOT going to pay for my brother's family, tf. What did he do all day, you may ask. Games on his phone, tiktok, then fishing trips. Little bit of money he earns goes towards rolling cigarettes.

They brought cats in without consulting me which is making Gepeng stressed. I'm not gonna change my mind that I'm noping out once Gepeng is gone too. This time however, I'm doing it out of spite.

I want to move out so bad. But I'm broke, jobless, old, depressed, and clueless. I want to be like those reddit stories where kids move out at 18 and be independent. I want that. But I don't live in a 1st world country. In here if you're poor, have fun starving to death. Welfare? Government aids? Those are as real as a unicorn. Living costs are sky high. Mental health? Nope you just have to seek GOD. I have no RL friends and my big extended family is struggling on their own. They are most likely to snitch anyways. I'm an easy trafficking target.

Yeah, big blowout with Mom because I've been quick to anger lately over my cat. She said the most vilest things to me but two can play this game. I'm not gonna delude myself into thinking I'm a good person. All the vile shit she said about me is true. I was calm because she's only telling me things I already know. I don't want to be her daughter anymore. Me & late brother shouldn't have been born. I am toxic.

Which leads me to my friendships. I'm an emotional vampire. I'm draining and whiny. No actions to improve my condition that I cried to them so much about. Of course they're gonna be sick of me, hell I'm sick of myself. I'm not talking to my family and friends anymore. I'm isolating myself because I feel... I've reached the endgame. I'm wary of relationships now. Of even friendships. I've had some kind souls reaching out to me but I don't feel like opening up anymore.

So for 2024, I think I'm going to try minimizing this pity party for myself and be as emotionally closed off as possible. I only have my cat to talk to and that's okay. She's shown me more mental compassion than the humans I called family and they're perplexed as to why am I so obsessed with cats. It's silly to them.

I used to pray to get more jobs but not anymore. Maybe this little saving I have may last a few years for feeding my cat alone. I don't need food or necessities. I'm always grateful to those who still want to support and buy art from me. Your help means more than I could ever express.

I used to say that I have endless amount of hope. But that stops now.

#personal #rant #life update

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jamespotterthefirst · 3 years ago

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Mi Viejito (Ethan x f!MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Words: 1K Warning: None Summary: Father’s Day more than twenty years later.

Author’s Note: “Mi Viejito” means “Old Man” (affectionate). Thank you to the two anons who requested this!

Also, no editing. Oops. We die like men.

Twenty five years are not enough to dull the impact of startling blue eyes meeting hers across a room. For a moment, she feels like that fresh-faced intern she used to be, meeting her medical idol for the first time. Except now, Ethan Ramsey has the elegance of time on his side, carved into every fine line on his handsome face. His hair, once dark brown, is a storm of silver now, making the blue of his eyes even more of a shock.

A pleasant sort of shock that makes her body thrum with warmth.

Ethan removes his spectacles and gives her a tired but breathtaking smile. Lilac returns it, moving to settle into her husband's embrace.

“Happy Father's Day, mi viejito,” she murmurs into a kiss. After his hum of thanks, they melt into the kiss, enjoying the rare few moments of blissful companionship.

“Where are the girls?” he asks after a while, as though reading her mind.

“Andy should be here any moment to drop them off.”

“Ah, the calm before the storm,” he muses with exaggerated dread. It doesn't fool anyone, least of all Lilac. Anyone who glances at Ethan Ramsey with his children for more than two seconds knows just how much he adores them. “What about Lori and Jonah?”

“Jonah hasn't texted me back and Lori is on her date.”

“Hrm.”

Lilac laughs. “Hunter's a nice kid. He's taking her on a boat ride at the Common.”

Ethan is not impressed.

“It's a cute date for two seventeen year-olds,” Lilac reasons with little success.

“Pitiful.”

“You took me on one of those when we were engaged.”

“I meant his name. What kind of name is Hunter?”

She laughs at that and places a kiss on his cheek, succeeding in softening his expression by a fraction. “You're just upset your little girl is all grown up.”

Ethan's expression is as impassive as ever but Lilac can see the brief flash of sadness in his eyes. She places a comforting hand at his cheek, sweeping the ridge of his cheekbone with her thumb.

“She'll be back in time for dinner. And I'm sure Jonah will text me back later. He's been swamped with school work these past few days.”

Ethan nods but is unable to elaborate an answer because the sound of approaching voices grows louder outside the door.

The youngest Ramseys arrive then, three times more boisterous than any teenagers their age. Though, to the surprise of exactly no one, the person in the little group arguing the loudest is Jasmine. Andy rolls her eyes, unable to contain a smile at the charming young girl trying to talk her way out of whatever trouble she's gotten into.

“Seriously, it's okay. Our dad owns the hospital.”

“He manages it,” her twin, Violet, corrects.

“Same thing,” Jasmine returns dismissively. “He as good as owns it if the place falls apart without him.”

“That,” Ethan intervenes, placing a kiss of greeting atop each of their heads, “would be your mother. She does the brunt of the work around here.”

Jasmine scoffs. “And yet the man gets all the credit.”

“Typical,” Violet adds.

Ethan and Lilac both laugh proudly. After Andy takes her leave for the day, the girls hug their father.

“Happy Father's day!” They chorus.

“We brought you coffee from that place you and mom are obsessed with.”

They thrust a to-go cup in his hand.

“We remembered,” Jasmine says importantly. “Not like Tweedle dee and Tweedle Ugly.”

“Jazzie,” her mother scolds. “Don't call your brother and sister that.”

“Ingrates,” Violet adds, agreeing with her sister. “Write them out of your will, Dad.”

Ethan is fully laughing now, a sound that is rare and wonderful, easily drawn out of him by his family. The little crevices on his face grow deeper with his mirth and it tugs at Lilac's heartstrings.

“If we're divvying up Dad's stuff then I call Minnie,” Jasmine proclaims.

“You can have that cat now,” Ethan returns intently. “I don't want anything to do with that thing.”

“I call Jenner the Second,” Violet calls out before her sister can.

They dissolve into an impassioned argument about who loves the dog more. Luckily for all of them, they are interrupted by the sound of more approaching footsteps, followed by even more arguing voices.

“... doesn't have his license yet.”

“What good is a license if he doesn't even have a car.”

“You don't need a car in the city. You can get around in the train.”

“Then why did you text me begging for a ride here?”

“You're such a jerk, J.”

The eldest of their children appear in the office, ceasing all bickering when their eyes fall on the father. Dolores, beautiful and bright faced from the sun, the freckles on her cheeks more vivid as she smiles. Jonah, tall, collected, and handsome—reassembling his father more than any of his siblings. Lilac watches fondly as they hug Ethan and wish him a happy father's day. After the brief surprise of their sudden appearance wears off, she can see her husband's eyes shining with emotion.

“We're taking you to lunch,” Lori informs him. “Jonah got us reservations at your favorite place downtown.”

“Nice, that place has the best chocolate cake,” Jasmine says excitedly.

“We said we're taking dad, not you freeloaders,” Jonah returns jokingly, ruffling his younger sister's hair.

“It’s father’s day! We deserve to be celebrated, too!”

“How do you figure that, squirt?”

“Who taught you how to throw a ball, Jonah Naveen Ramsey?” Jasmine demands indignantly.

“Who gave you pointers on how to impress that girl down the street you used to have a crush on?” Violet adds.

“Who Googled 'how to drive a stick shift car' when you borrowed Dad's car without asking him?”

“You what?” Ethan asks, turning to look at his son.

“Who—”

“Alright, alright! You can come with,” Jonah cuts in. “You two are insufferable, I swear.”

“That's no way to speak to your fathers,” Jasmine chastises.

The siblings continue their banter, taking turns predicting what their father will order. The one who knows his order exactly, Lilac observes, is Dolores, though she has no chance to boast to her siblings. Ethan’s pager goes off and he groans when he reads the message.

“There’s a problem with the paperwork in the Sawyer case,” he tells Lilac. With a mournful twist of his mouth, he looks at his children. “I’m sorry but I have to go handle this. Lunch won’t--”

“I’ll stay to take care of it,” Lilac interrupts.

Ethan studies her expression. “Are you sure, love? It’s an awfully complicated case.”

“I’m sure,” she assures him with a nod. “Go enjoy lunch with them.”

Ethan gives her a look so laden with gratitude and affection, her heart skips a beat.

“Geez, you were right, Dad,” Jasmine says. “Mom really does run this place.”

“Or she just prefers dealing with grumpy patients over hearing your awful jokes, Jazzy,” Dolores comments, side bumping her sister affectionately.

“Mom is a pro at dealing with grumpy, though,” Jonah tells them sagely. “She’s dealt with Dad all these years.”

Ethan laughs at that. “You kids won’t cut your old man a break on father’s day?”

“Nope,” Violet returns cheerfully. “Roasting you is our way of telling you we love you.”

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Author’s Note: Happy Fathers Day to everyone who celebrates! Thank you so much for reading this!

For reference, Jonah is around 20, Dolores (aka “Lori”) 17 going on 18, and the twins are 14

A few notes:

Though I am super behind on replies to my previous fics, please know I am so thankful to everyone who interacted! Love you guys so much!

I haven’t been able to work on Ch 2 of the OPH3 re-write, but I hope to do so soon. I think I’ve decided to take it easy with that series and see where it takes me!

Same thing with the Pictagram series! Thank you to everyone for your patience!

If you tagged me in your content while I was away, I apologize for the delay. I have it all saved up, ready to enjoy this upcoming week!

Tagging in a reblog!

#ethan ramsey #open heart #ethan x mc #Playchoices

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kythed · 4 years ago

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an age of miracles

synopsis: why do the most beautiful people always seem to get the short end of the stick?

tagged: atsumu miya x reader, mentions of illness, mentions of god.

commitment level: 3,617 words.

hospitals are liminal spaces. transitional, gateways between birth and death and the whole mess in between. (life.) they’re sites of both tragedy and miraculous recovery, and you’re not yet too old to stop praying for the latter.

his name is atsumu. you skim the documents pinned to his door — atsumu miya. age 21. cirrhosis.

cirrhosis is late stage liver scarring. nasty stuff. evidently, atsumu miya is in his third stage — portal hypertension. abdominal swelling. jaundice.

for a bedridden guy with a serious illness, he’s not as justifiably depressed as one might assume.

“hey, doc,” he says when you come in. he’s facing the window, letting the sunlight cast a saintly halo across his cheeks. blonde hair, an angular sort of face that’s been hollowed by illness. in another life, he might’ve been handsome.

you clear your throat, and he glances back, surprised. “ah. you’re not my doctor.”

“nope. nursing student.” you sit at the foot of his bed. “i’ll be monitoring you the next month or so as part of my studies.”

“monitoring,” he repeats drily. “you make it sound like i’m a lab specimen in a test tube.”

“means you’re special.”

“sure. ‘specially fucked up.” he’s younger than you are, but there’s an aged weariness in his gaze.

“aren’t we all, mr. miya?”

he cracks a grin. “touche. call me atsumu, though. mr. miya’s my dad.”

“as you wish, mr. miya,” you say, biting back a smile. (there are those who say sarcasm has no place in hospitals. you do not fall into this category.)

atsumu likes to play chess. the second day of your clinical, he’s got a travel sized chess board set up on his bedside table. “been dying from boredom the past few hours. think you could take a break from ‘monitoring’ me to play a game?”

you set your clipboard down. “i could. i’d advise against it, though. i’m a pretty good player.”

atsumu grins. “not better than me.”

he’s right. he beats you three games in a row before you finally snag a checkmate. (and you suspect this is only due to pity.)

“what’d i tell you, baby?” he crows, and you shake your head, raising your arms in surrender.

“it was an off day. if i’d been on my game i could’ve swept the floor with you.”

“prove it,” atsumu says, leaning forward. he’s pale from a lack of sunshine, but you notice a faint pink glow in his cheeks now. “come back tomorrow.”

tomorrow’s a saturday, and you don’t have clinical. “of course i will.”

you’re not one to back down from a challenge, no matter how trivial. plus, atsumu is fun. (and kind of cute.)

“hi. brought you something.” you set a tupperware of cubed fruit on atsumu’s lap before pulling up a chair next to the bed.

“did you make this?” he says, eyes wide.

“i just chopped up a few apples and stuff,” you say, plucking a blueberry from the container and popping it into your mouth.

atsumu shakes his head before biting into a chunk of pineapple. “you’d think it’d be hard to mess up fruit salad, but somehow this damn hospital can make a strawberry taste like cough medicine. everything they serve here tastes like cough medicine, actually.”

“delicious.”

“disgusting.” atsumu sets up the chess board. “so, like, thanks. for the fruit. can i keep the tupperware?”

you laugh. “why do you wanna keep the tupperware?”

“it’s a reminder of normality.” atsumu shrugs. “i only ever eat off chipped hospital dishes here.”

your chest throbs. “oh, atsumu.”

“don’t you ‘oh, atsumu’ me,” he says, rolling his eyes.

“sorry. yeah, you can keep it.”

(he wins at chess again.)

you’re only required to come in to the hospital three times a week, but you get into the habit of visiting atsumu every day. the first time you visit after class, you’re wearing a sweater and jeans. atsumu wolf whistles.

“damn. you look good when you’re not in scrubs.”

“are you saying i don’t rock scrubs?” you press a hand to your chest in mock offense.

“nobody looks good in scrubs,” atsumu says. “except for me, probably. i look good in anything.”

you laugh. “i believe it.”

“you’d better.” atsumu has a nice smile, you notice, wide and shiny.

you plop yourself down beside him on the bed. “hey, you wanna see a picture i took on the way here? i found a stray cat near the convenience store.”

“i’m a dog person,” atsumu says, but he nonetheless leans forward to get a look at your phone. “oh, cute.”

“isn’t he?” you say, zooming in on the little orange cat. “i think i’m gonna name him after you.”

“what?” atsumu huffs. “why?”

“because he’s good at chess,” you say.

atsumu furrows his brow. “you played chess with a cat?”

“no, i just have a feeling,” you hum, and atsumu rolls his eyes with a small smile.

“you’re stupid.”

you slip your phone back into your pocket. “in a cute way, though.”

“if you say so,” atsumu says, and you flick his shoulder. “ouch. way to bully a sick man.”

“you deserved it,” you laugh, and he joins in.

“yeah, i did.”

the next time you visit, atsumu’s family is there. his parents have kind, tired faces.

“nice to meet you,” his mom says, grasping your hand warmly. “i’m glad atsumu has a friend here.”

“mom,” complains atsumu. “i have friends.”

“none as cool as me, though,” you tease, and he smiles.

“you’re right,” he says, and his dad rumples his hair before turning to shake your hand.

“it’s great to meet you, mr. miya,” you say, returning the shake.

“the pleasure’s mine,” he says. he looks nearly identical to atsumu, just a little grayer. right next to him, there’s a boy who really does look exactly identical to atsumu, though his hair’s dyed dark and he’s a little more filled out. he has an air of begrudging maturity about him, the telltale sign of a young man who’s been forced to carry burdens that aren’t his.

“i’m osamu,” he says. he’s sitting on the chair near atsumu’s bed. “this little asshole’s brother.”

“i don’t know why you keep calling me little,” atsumu says, lightly punching osamu’s forearm. “i’m the older twin.”

“yeah, but you act like a baby.” osamu grins and leans out of reach when atsumu tries to swat at him. you chuckle behind a hand, leaning back against the wall as mr. and mrs. miya question you about your studies and hobbies.

on your way out of the hospital a half hour later, you run into osamu at the lobby coffee shop.

“so,” he says, sipping from a steaming cup. “you’re a nursing student?”

“mm,” you say, handing a fiver to the cashier to pay for your sandwich. “i’m in my fourth year at hyogo university. are you in college, too?”

“nah,” says osamu. “i play volleyball. professionally, i mean.”

“oh!” you notice the lettering on his sports jacket for the first time. msby black jackals. “that’s really cool.”

osamu shrugs. “sometimes it is. tsumu’s wanted to be a pro player since we were kids — but he won’t ever be able to do that now, of course. so that’s why i play. better to have one miya in the pro circuit than none at all.”

your heart sinks. “you’re a great brother, osamu.”

osamu shakes his head. “i’m really not. it should’ve been me in that hospital bed.”

“osamu…” you trail off as osamu just shakes his head, giving you a sad smile.

“it was nice meeting you,” he says before tossing his cup and heading back towards the elevators.

“no,” atsumu says staunchly, crossing his arms. “definitely not. i don’t read.”

“come on,” you wheedle, dangling the book in front of his face. “it’s one of my favorites, and i thought it might stave off some of that stifling boredom you always complain about.”

“i’m bored, but not that bored,” atsumu says, squinting at the book. “what is that about, anyways? the little prince? sounds lame.”

“it’s not lame,” you promise, bouncing slightly on the bed. atsumu sniffs. “okay, what if i read it to you? you don’t have to do anything but listen.”

“i’m not a child.”

“you’re acting like one.”

atsumu throws his hands up in defeat. “alright, fine. you win. we can read the little prince.”

“excellent.” you beam. “scoot over?”

“what?” atsumu says, but he scoots to the side of his bed as you kick your shoes off and curl up next to him. you feel his breath hitch as he lightly lets his arm curve around your waist.

you sigh, content, and flip to read the first page. “once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book…”

it takes three visits to finish the entire story. atsumu sniffles when you read the last line, rubbing his eyes furiously.

“did he die?”

you trace a light circle on atsumu’s palm, smiling slightly. “i don’t know. i think it’s up to the reader to decide. he left his body, but is that really death? or is it just… moving on?”

“i think he just moved on,” insists atsumu. “he moved on and returned to the stars. he was just a kid. he was too young to have died.”

“look at you,” you tease, and atsumu flushes. “waxing on poetic.”

“it was good,” atsumu says gruffly. “thank you.”

“you’re welcome,” you breathe, and when atsumu buries his face in your neck, you realize he’s crying.

he kisses you for the first time a week later. it’s late in the afternoon, and both your faces are tinged with gold. he slips a hand beneath your jaw, and you let him slowly guide your lips to meet his. they’re soft, hesitant, and sweet, pressing against yours with an uncharacteristic shyness.

you sigh happily when he pulls you forward to straddle his lap, slipping your hands into his thick blonde hair, letting him press light kisses down the length of your neck.

“hey, beautiful,” he breathes into your collarbone, and you laugh.

“hey, pretty boy. nice to see you today.”

atsumu’s discovered a newfound love for reading ever since you read the little prince outloud to him. you’ve been bringing him secondhand books from the thrift store near your house, and now there’s a sizeable stack of novels out on the table.

“i think i’ve read more in the past couple months than i ever read in high school,” he admits, running a finger down the spine of treasure island. “you’ve turned me into a nerd.”

“you’re welcome,” you say, straightening his collar.

“it’s kind of nice, though,” he says thoughtfully, tossing the book back on the table. “to read about all these different people, all the things they do. all the stories i’m never gonna get to experience.”

“you’re getting to experience them through reading,” you correct. “that’s the beauty of fiction.”

atsumu laughs. “you’re such a sap.”

“it’s true,” you insist. “god knows life is too short to live through everything we’d like to. that’s why he gave us imagination.”

“do you believe in god?” atsumu asks softly. his stare grows distant.

you think for a moment. “sometimes i do. do you?”

“same. sometimes.” he fiddles with the hem of his shirt. “sometimes i wonder, though… like, if there’s a god, why does he hate me?”

you chew on your cheek. “why do you feel hated?”

atsumu laughs a laugh tinged with slight bitterness. “sweetheart… i’m not going to live past twenty-five, if even that.”

you swallow the knot in your throat, letting it sink deep into your stomach where it sits like a lump of copper. “well… the little prince is less than a hundred pages. sometimes the shortest books are the best reads.”

atsumu nods silently. he’s not convinced. you’re not sure if you are, either.

atsumu sleeps a lot these days. you spend as much time with him as you can, but more often than not, he’s in a half conscious daze, curled up beneath the white hospital comforter. during these times, you just set your backpack by the door the slip into bed next to him, wrapping yourself around his back and pressing your palms to his chest just to feel his heartbeat. it’s faint, but it’s steady and rhythmic. ba-dump. ba-dump. ba-dump.

sometimes, atsumu’s his usual, lively self, cracking bad jokes and poking fun at you. his smiling face has come to be your favorite picture. on these days, you bring him a hot chocolate from the coffee shop and split it with him, kissing off the whipped cream that finds its way onto his lips. he still likes to play chess, and, though he won’t admit it, you’ve been getting better. one day, you beat him, two games to one.

there are solemn, quiet times, and there are bright, cheerful times, but you savor all of them. every moment spent with atsumu is valuable in your book. occasionally, you’ll go with him out into the hospital garden, into the warmth of the sun. every so often he’ll stop, lean on you to catch his breath, but he never complains.

“look,” he’ll say instead, pointing at a vine of jasmine, or a single daisy swaying in the breeze. “almost as pretty as you.”

one day, as you’re leaving atsumu’s room, you run into his doctor in the hall.

“keep your chin up,” she says, straightening her glasses. “it’s possible he could still recover. strong young men often do.”

you nod slowly. “is he going to need a transplant?”

“well,” says the doctor, clicking on her pen absentmindedly. “if it gets any worse, yes. but i’m going to be honest with you — it’s unlikely we’ll find a donation with both a matching blood type and in good condition.”

“ah.”

“so just hope for the best.” she slips into his room before you can say another word, leaving you to lean heavily against the wall, staring at nothing in particular. miracles happen every day, you remind yourself. there’s no reason atsumu shouldn’t be the recipient of one.

“hey,” atsumu says. he whispers your name with an unusual tenderness. “i have to talk to you.”

it’s been five months since you first met atsumu on a clinical, and it’s been three months since he began to call you his girlfriend. you lace your fingers between his, giving his hand a light squeeze. “yeah, ‘tsumu?”

he takes a deep, shuddering breath. “i don’t think i’m going to… be here much longer.”

“no,” you say, chest tightening. “don’t say that. you’re gonna be fine.”

“sweetheart,” he says, voice low. he takes your chin and firmly turns your head to look at him. “i’m sorry. you know i am. i just… i’m sick. it’s hard to think straight sometimes, so i just wanted to tell you before i can’t anymore.”

“tell me what?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

“tell you that i love you.”

“atsumu,” you breathe. a frustrated tear finds its way down your cheek. “i… i love you, too. but please… just hang on. they’ll find a donor. they have to.”

“they might not,” he says, and he smiles, pulling you close. you knot your hands in the front of his t-shirt, pressing your face to his chest. “don’t cry. i’m just going to go live in the stars, right? like the little prince.”

there’s so many things you want to say, like, you nerd, can’t believe you’re making literary allusions or shut up, asshole, or i’ll miss you if you do, but you say nothing, because if you open your mouth you’re sure you’ll just sob.

“don’t cry,” he says again, but he’s crying, and you lift your face to see the tears streaming. “i love you.”

your throat is too thick to say it back, but he sees it in your eyes. i love you, too.

you spend the rest of the night with him before leaving at a little past 2am, and the next morning, you get a text from osamu.

he’s gone.

you don’t cry at the funeral. it’s small, just his family, a group of close friends, and you. you don’t look in the casket, either, because you want to remember his smile, and empty bodies don’t. you sip on a paper cup of water and lean against a wall, where osamu finds you.

“hey,” he says, and you nod in return. “he left this for you.”

you take the letter from him, and after he gives your shoulder a squeeze and heads back to his parents, you tear it open.

hey, you. i’m writing this two months after you first came into my room in that god-awful set of scrubs. right now, you’re napping in the chair near my bed. you look cute. we had our first kiss last week, and i’m still walking on air. fuck, that sounds dorky. oh, well. guess i’m a dork. only for you, though.

anyways, if you’re reading this, it’s because i’ve died. whoop-dee-doo. i’ve moved on to the great beyond. i’ve fallen past the veil. whatever it is you nerds like to say. there are probably things i’m going to say to you in the next few months that are a little more… intimate, i guess? but i wanted to tell you this while it’s still fresh in my mind: you’ve honest-to-goodness saved my life. i mean, it might not go on for much longer, sure, but you really have, in a way. being sick is weird. it makes you a lot more sensitive to miracles.

you start. you don’t remember ever talking to atsumu about miracles.

someone from the outside might look at me and call me unlucky, but i feel pretty damn lucky right now. meeting you was without a doubt a miracle, and if i never got sick, it never would’ve happened. take that as you will, i guess. all i know is i’m not angry at god, even though maybe i should be. i mean, i’m still not sure he’s even out there. but there’s gotta be something, or someone, because how the fuck else could i have possibly recieved something so… great? i sure as hell never did something to deserve it. (god, i sound stupid. but it’s just hard to chalk up to coincidence.)

anyways, i love you. not sure i’ll ever get the guts to say that out loud, so i’m saying it here. i love you, and i hope you love me, too.

- atsumu

“i do,” you whisper. “i do.”

on your way home, you stop at the convenience store for a bottled water, and the little orange cat comes out and winds itself around your leg, purring.

“hey, ‘tsumu,” you say, squatting down to scratch its head. “fancy a game of chess?”

it meows back.

“yeah?” your eyes grow wet, and you wipe them on the sleeve of your sweater. “wanna come home with me?”

it meows again, and this time, you break out into full scale crying. you’re not sure if you’re imagining it, but you think you can see a tear in the cat’s eye, too.

he follows you home, and the next day, you purchase a water dish, a big bag of cat food, and a blue collar. (blue was atsumu’s favorite color.)

three years later.

“honey?”

“yeah?”

your husband comes out from the hall, buttoning up his shirt. “you almost ready to go?”

“almost, ‘samu,” you say, slipping on a bracelet. your hands are shaking, and he notices it, too. today’s the third anniversary of atsumu’s death, and it’s also the date of osamu’s first big press conference. “he’d be so proud of you, you know.”

osamu smiles. “he would. he’d be proud of you, too.”

you laugh. “what for? for marrying his little brother?”

“no, he’d probably be kind of pissed at me,” osamu jokes, before coming to stand behind you. he wraps his hands around your waist. “he’d be proud of you for finding happiness, i think.”

“i am happy,” you say, tilting your head as osamu presses a kiss to your temples. there’s a beat of silence. “but i miss him.”

“i do, too.” osamu rests his chin on your head. “he probably misses us.”

“mm,” you say. “i think he might be having too much fun for that, actually.”

“maybe,” says osamu, and he leans forward to grab the keys from the counter. “i’m gonna go heat up the car, okay?”

“sounds good,” you say, as the cat dashes into the room with a meow. a nameplate that reads ‘tsumu’ dangles from his collar. “oh, hey kitty. i forgot to feed you. i’ll be out in a minute!”

after you fill the cat’s dish and pull on a cardigan over your dress, you slip outside, shivering in the night air. the sky is clear and full of stars, and as you walk to the car, you crane your neck up to see.

“hope you’re doing well, ‘tsumu,” you whisper to the gleaming constellations.

you still have things you want to say to him, even after all these years. you want to ask him how the weather in the cosmos is, and if the fruit salad is better up there. you want to ask if he’s read any good books lately, or if he’s seen how great osamu’s serve has gotten recently. you want to laugh with him.

most of all, though, you want to let him know that he was your miracle, too.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fanfiction #atsumu #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader

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adhdeancas · 4 years ago

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Hm, mommy issues anybody? Daddy issues anybody? Yeah. Let’s unpack that a little. Not a lot.

Dean runs his hand up the back of his head, feeling the soft spikes of his haircut. It was a stupid tic he’d picked up in his teens, it usually made girls melt. The sensitive guy, the nervous guy, the guy who’s eager to please. It made him look vulnerable. Girls liked that. He started catching himself on it and stopping when he got into his twenties.

His phone buzzes. He looks at it quickly, ignoring the stupid clench in his heart that comes with the action.

One New System Update Available: Install Now?

He sighs and turns it off.

---

Long hours in the car are usually… uneventful. Full of all kinds of empty time that frankly? Dean likes. It’s a nice break from the constant weird noises of sketchy motel rooms with paper-thin walls, from the creaking pipes in the bunker. Mostly, it’s a break from thinking about whatever batshit depressing problems they have up their ass that week.

But this time? The open road is endless, like a really shitty, really boring acid trip. A fucking infinity of his ankle cramping up on the side roads. And Sam always gives him the stink eye when he reaches for his phone, so he can’t even do that. He does make pit stops more often than usual, so he doesn’t crawl out of his own skin, and his glares keep Sam from mentioning it. Maybe he just thinks he’s got the shits. He’ll let him keep thinking that.

At least on the pot he can check his phone.

But time and time again, he lays down a loud paper cover that doesn’t do much to cover up the griminess of the seat and sits down, and unlocks his phone. He waits until he’s fully in the stall to do it, even though he could end the suspense the second he puts Baby in park. Maybe he knows what the answer is gonna be.

What the answer always is.

No New Messages.

He sighs. Story of his life.

---

Sam snatches his phone next time it buzzes in the cup holder before Dean can even reach for it. Dean opens his mouth to gripe, but his stomach ties itself in a knot anyway. He doesn’t know whether he wants it to be… or whether he’s dreading it.

“Who is it?” he tries to say it casually. It sounds forced to him, but Sam doesn’t notice.

“Cas,” he’s got this dopey little smile on his face, and Dean feels his face heat up. For no goddamn reason, it’s not like-

“Why’re you- what’s up? Anything wrong?” Dean knows Sam would’ve said right away if something was wrong, but he wants his brother to spit it out already, and Sam looks like the cat that got the cream. That means he’s about to try to be funny.

“Nah, nah.” Sam grins again, glancing away from the phone finally.

“Well then put it down, Nosy, what the fuck,” He’s already seen the text, whatever it is, so it’s no use, but Dean bristles anyway. It’s not like Cas would’ve sent him anything actually embarrassing, right? What was the last thing they were talking about… the best roadside pancakes? Yeah, so, it couldn’t be anything weird. Well, it’s Cas, so it could always be something weird. But nothing incriminating. Hell, Sam’s accidentally opened a nude a girl sent him one time so it’s not like it could be worse than that. Not like Cas is sending him nudes. Dean cracks a grin at the thought of what a thirst trap would look like for Cas. Probably him in a, like, half unbuttoned button up laid out in a library chair. Maybe a book in hand. An angel blade. The weapon! Not-

“He just- he just wanted to update you on where he is in Gilligan’s Island.” There’s a laugh in Sam’s voice, and Dean wants to know why. Probably just the way Cas described it, he always finds this certain way of saying things that’s just… kinda endearing and kinda confusing.

“He’s watching without me? Son of a bitch!”

Sam smirks. “Yeah, he and Jack. Jack finished Pirates of the Carribean and he wanted more island stuff.”

Dean shakes his head. “Motherfuckers…”

Sam rolls his eyes. “You want me to text him back for you?”

Dean rolls his shoulders out. “It’s fine, I’ll just do it at the next stop.”

They pull into the next gas station and Dean doesn’t look at his phone again until he’s hidden.

---

Because Sam is a nosy bitch, he asks. Well that, and he’s really tired of the car ride taking twice as long with all the stops they’re making. Dean’s usually a ‘pee in a bottle and don’t pitch a fit’ kind of driver, himself included (Sam’s scarred for life at this point), but now? It’s like they’re traveling with a six year old kid, stopping every hour.

The third stop in Oklahoma alone, he stops Dean. “Okay, do we need to go to the hospital?”

Dean quirks his eyebrows and frowns. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

He’s got a clue what they’re talking about.

Sam bitches with his whole face. “We’ve been stopping every four fucking feet for days now, so you’re either dying and we need to go to the ER and get an endoscopy, or-

“An endoscope who?”

Sam doesn’t take the bait. Shocker. “Dean.”

Dean rolls his eyes and tries to bypass him. Sam is smarter than he looks. They grab his phone. “Sammy!” This time the word’s annoyed, a warning. Like he used to say right before he really viciously wrestled Sam to the ground and pried the last cookie out of his delicate little hands when they were kids.

Unfortunately, Sam has a height and reach advantage. He holds the phone up and Dean doesn’t have a chance unless- Dean punches him in the stomach. Sam makes a winded noise but manages to keep his arm raised. He glares harder. “You’re gonna talk to me, or you’re not getting this back.”

God, they’re a bitch. “Fine, fuck you. I’ll shit the old fashioned way.” Dean saunters off to the horrifically artificial lights of the gas station, a middle finger waving back just for his little bro.

When he gets back, Sam’s looking much more compassionate. It’s worse. “Dean, why are you so obsessed with your phone? What’re you waiting on?”

Dean rolls his eyes and gets in his car, leaving Sam to follow him. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, dude, I’m just making sure I don’t miss any texts from Mom,” He jams the key into the ignition and steps on the gas. Sam’s door snaps the rest of the way shut with the sudden force and they yelp. “Oh, don’t be a drama queen.”

“You’re the dramatic one right now, Dean.” Sam raises his eyebrows, condescension dripping off his expression. “Did she say she’d text soon?”

“Nope.” Dean shrugs. “Just making sure. It’s kinda my fault she died and then came back to life in a world she didn’t understand; least I can do is pick up the damn phone.”

Sam sighs. “Dean, she’s not gonna freak out if you don’t answer right away. Unclench, man.”

“Unclench?” Dean’s hands tighten on the wheel. “Fuck off, Sam, I’m fine!”

There’s a tense silence. Dean finally starts to think he’s given up this stupid argument, but then Sam shifts in his seat. “She’s not Dad, Dean. She’s gonna come back.”

Dean bites the inside of his cheek. “Never said she was. And Dad always came back.”

“Dean-”

“Sam, just drop it, please-”

“I know how hard it is-”

Dean’s harsh laugh cuts the car into silence again. Sam’s got that kicked puppy look on his face, Dean knows it, and he forces his shoulder to relax before talking. “Look, Sammy, I appreciate it and all but- you have no fucking clue what it’s like for your parent to just fucking… ignore you.”

“I grew up with Dad too, Dean. Hell, he lied to me until I was like 6, he ran out on both of us all the time; I never knew where he was, he never told me where he was going-”

“Yeah, well, he always picked up the phone for you, didn’t he?” Dean lets out a harsh breath and changes lanes just for something to do with his hands.

“He’d stay out for weeks no matter how much I called-”

“Yeah, but he answered. He answered when you called, when you texted, to tell you when he’d be home or to tell you to fuck off and stop calling, but he’d answer.” Dean wipes at his eyebrow. He doesn’t care about this shit. He doesn’t fucking care. “Dad called me when he wanted to talk to me,” then Dean corrects himself “-when he wanted to tell me something. So excuse me… if I get a little antsy. But you- you don’t get it at all.” Dad and Mom, they both left him. Both ditched him as soon as they could and never looked back. Not until they needed him to hunt something. And he got it, he did. But just because he understood didn’t mean he wasn’t pissed. And just because he was pissed didn’t mean he didn’t want them to call. Expect them or hope them to text, just to check in. Something more than coordinates and a link to a news article.

He wants someone to care about him. And fuck if that isn’t the saddest thing anybody’s ever heard.

“Dean…”

It’s been a full five minutes, and Dean’s been waiting for Sam to bring it back up again, to not let this stupid thing go. “What?” he says sullenly.

Sam holds the phone up so Dean can see the screen without taking his eyes totally off the road. It’s a video, and he sees Cas awkwardly holding the camera away from him, two heads of blonde hair behind him. Sam taps the play arrow.

“Hello, Dean.” Jack waves behind him with his usual energy, and Cas looks incredibly fond. “I’m here with Jack and your mother-”

“Mary,” Mary corrects. She crosses her arms uncomfortably, but her expression is soft.

“Mary.” Cas repeats. “I decided to invite her to come by before you and Sam got back- that is, if you’re still coming back today. Sam has been telling me that you’re not going as fast as usual, and while I do appreciate you finally gaining some self-preservation-”

Dean rolls his eyes at the smiling jab.

“- I do hope you’ll get back tonight. Mary has requested we order pizza and chicken wings, and I got the kind you like- the Mango Habenero, but-”

“No promises they’ll be here tomorrow!” Mary calls out jokingly. Sam’s grinning behind the phone now.

“Hurry home! I miss you!” Jack adds sincerely.

The camera turns back toward Cas fully for a moment, and he holds it way too close to his face. “Yes. I- We- just stay safe. And stop worrying. And iHop is superior to Waffle House.”

There’s a rustling noise and then the video cuts off. Sam is grinning smugly from the passenger seat. Dean raises his eyebrows. “So you’ve been updating Cas about me?”

Sam shrugs. “We snapchat.”

“You what?”

“I send him pictures of you when you’re looking really constipated.” Sam clarifies unhelpfully. “Cas and I like to think up reasons for why you’re mad this time- avocado toast, streaks on the windshield when you try to wipe it at the gas station, that one piece of hair that does the weird-”

“Okay, okay, I get it!” Dean snaps. “Wait, what about my hair?”

Sam laughs. “Just drive, Dean. For the wings.”

Dean frowns and pushes Baby faster. Well… now he doesn’t have to stop so much.

He makes Sam pee in a bottle next time he has to go.

#dean winchester #mary winchester #john winchester #sam winchester #implied destiel #castiel #jack kline #my writing #ficlet

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sisterspooky1013 · 3 years ago

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Only One Choice, Chapter 12

Read it here on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

From: [email protected]

Sent: July 15, 1996 9:06am

To: [email protected]

Subject: This weekend

Hey,

It was good to run into you yesterday. Your sister seems nice. Is she older or younger? I remember you said you had three siblings; where do you fall in there?

Let me know if you can come by this weekend. Priscilla promises to provide a better beverage selection this time. She was unimpressed with my hosting abilities.

From: [email protected]

Sent: July 15, 1996 10:23am

To: [email protected]

Subject: RE:This weekend

Hi,

I was surprised to see you in Georgetown again, what brought you by? Not your drug dealer again, I presume (disclaimer to anyone reading this that it’s a joke). I’m the third of four; Missy is two years older than me. Our oldest brother is Bill and little brother is Charlie. Do you have other siblings, aside from the sister you told me about?

As for this weekend, I’m free in the evening on Saturday. I had the thought, though, that it’s perhaps not appropriate for us to be spending time alone at your apartment. Not that I think you have or would behave inappropriately in any way, just for propriety’s sake. Sorry if that seems old fashioned. Maybe we can get dinner? Send my regrets to Priscilla.

From: [email protected]

Sent: July 15, 1996 4:45pm

To: [email protected]

Subject: RE:RE:This weekend

Given the later half of your email, it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to admit that I went by that coffee shop hoping to see you there again. So let’s just say it was indeed to pay a visit to my dealer.

Nope, Samantha was my only sibling. Mom and Dad divorced after she disappeared. It was far from a Hallmark movie, but I turned out okay (I think).

Scully, if you don’t trust yourself around me behind closed doors, all you have to do is say so. Jokes aside, I can respect that. I actually have an idea of something we could do that is very public and not at all inappropriate. Will you trust me if I tell you it’s a surprise?

From: [email protected]

Sent: July 16, 1996 9:36am

To: [email protected]

Subject: RE:RE:RE:This weekend

I go by that coffee shop most Sundays, sometimes with my sister or mom, sometimes alone. I’m not sure what your dealer’s typical hours of operation are, but I tend to be there around noon. For future reference.

I’m sorry to hear about your parents. I would say you turned out pretty well, but then again I hardly know you.

I will trust you with a mystery public outing so long as you let me know what to dress for and also if there will be food involved. Something you should know about me; if you don’t feed me I turn into a Gremlin.

From: [email protected]

Sent: July 17, 1996 8:56am

To: [email protected]

Subject: RE:RE:RE:RE:This weekend

Hey, sorry I never got back to you yesterday. I won’t bore you with the details, but suffice to say that criminal profilers are not immune to workplace drama.

As luck would have it, my dealer runs a blue light special at 11:30 am on Sundays, so I tend to be in the neighborhood around that time. A stunning coincidence.

I think you know me better than the vast majority of the people I interact with at this point, save for a select few. I’m not sure if that speaks as much to the fact that I like hanging out with you as it does to the fact that I don’t have many friends. My spooky reputation tends to scare people off, but I’m not exactly crying in my cornflakes over it.

I wouldn’t want you to turn into a Gremlin on me, so refreshments will be provided. Wear something you can move in, definitely not a dress or heels (it pains me to say this). Can I pick you up at 5:00?

From: [email protected]

Sent: July 17,1996 2:31pm

To: [email protected]

Subject: RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:This weekend

Workplace drama knows no bounds. I’ve been getting the silent treatment from one of the other pathologists because I questioned whether they’d calibrated the scale before weighing internal organs.

I think you’re overestimating how well I know you, Mulder. I know next to nothing about you, outside your interest in the paranormal and a bit about your childhood.

I’m resisting the urge to ask what you have planned. Why don’t we meet somewhere? If you’re taking me UFO sighting...we better see a UFO is all I’m saying.

From: [email protected]

Sent: July 18, 1996 9:10am

To: [email protected]

Subject: RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:The weekend

I want to make a comment on the fact that weighing internal organs is part of your job description, but I spent an hour today debating whether someone sticking pencils in their victim’s eyes is some kind of Freudian penis envy thing.

You know more about me than you think, Scully. You know I’m a cat person, and that I have terrible taste in beer. Also that I like Radiohead and am not beneath asking a woman out while she’s trying to do her job. I’ll offer you a bonus fact, or more accurately a confession: I didn’t really need to come down to Quantico last week when we had coffee. I just wanted to get coffee with you. Don’t tell my boss.

Now you have to tell me something about yourself. It’s only fair.

If there were any good places to spot UFOs around here, I’d take you in a heartbeat. If you’re ever up for a road trip out west, let me know. Washington State is a hotbed of UFO activity. Plus they have really good coffee.

Can you meet me at the Hoover building? I’ll drive us from there.

From: [email protected]

Sent: July 18, 1996 1:19pm

To: [email protected]

Subject: RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:This weekend

So what was the verdict on the pencil/penis eyeball situation? Fruedian or no?

I’m touched that you’d go so far as insubordination to have coffee with me, however I hope you won’t make a habit of it. Next time you come down here I’ll have to email your boss and ask him if you got permission to come out and play.

Something about me...I like to read a lot. I think I’d say Jane Eyre is my favorite book of all time (not that you asked). I’m also addicted to bubble baths. Actually, reading Jane Eyre IN a bubble bath is pretty much my idea of heaven (ideally with a glass of wine).

I’ve been to Seattle once. Too much rain, though it was very green and pretty. Isn’t that where Bigfoot lives?

I’ll meet you at the Hoover building on Saturday at 5, wearing my very best ball gown and stiletto heels.

From: [email protected]

Sent: July 19, 1996 8:13am

To: [email protected]

Subject: RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:This weekend

No verdict will be reached unless and until we catch the guy and have occasion to ask him if he was using his pencils as...pencils. Profiles are all theory, which can be both interesting and frustrating.

I wouldn’t advise you to contact my AD, he’s kind of a dick. I’ll ask him to write a note excusing me from work next time.

Jane Eyre? I wouldn’t have expected that from you. It’s a very romantic book, and entirely centered around two people who never should have worked as a couple coming together despite numerous obstacles. Is that something you’re into?

You get 95 points for knowing that Bigfoot lives in Washington (you lost 5 for calling him Bigfoot; he’s known as Sasquatch out there). My dream vacation is lurking around the forests of the Pacific Northwest, Squatchin’.

It’s a date.

From: [email protected]

Sent: July 19, 1996 3:46pm

To: [email protected]

Subject: RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:This weekend

Don’t ruin my favorite book by overanalyzing it, Mulder. If you’d like to trash Wuthering Heights, be my guest. I pledge my allegiance to Charlotte.

Your dream vacation sounds like it might end in death from exposure, or perhaps a good old fashioned bear mauling, but who am I to tell you how to spend your paid leave?

See you tomorrow, at 5. And it’s not a date.

From: [email protected]

Sent: July 19, 1996 6:55pm

To: [email protected]

Subject: RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:This weekend

I would always rather be happy than dignified.

(A little Charlotte to arrive to on Monday)

#the x files #txf #dana scully #fox mulder #gillovny #msr #sculder #xfiles #alternate universe

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vrisrezis · 3 years ago

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the matsunos reaction to knowing their s/o have a kid and meeting them?

YES PLS

Also if u want I can do hcs for these specific kids and the matsus bc god . I have ideas

Gender neutral reader

“Wait.. you have a kid?! How?!” Osomatsu asks, bewildered. How hasn’t he known about this? Why hasn’t he met the kid yet? He’s a bit disappointed at first, not that he hates kids he just.. it means there’s another parent in the equation right? So he kinda asks you about that whole thing, are they just dead? Or like were they a dick? Or? Is your kid just adopted?

However, he’s very excited to meet your kid! He wishes you told him about your little girl sooner. He’s not worried he’ll mess up at all, (he probably should be). He doesn’t even ask any questions, he just wants to meet the kid.

You were a bit worried.. and for good reason. Your daughter didn’t exactly .. like people. She was anti social. Besides.. things had been kinda difficult for the both of you upon having to take care of her on her own. She’s been waiting for you to introduce her to Osomatsu, the man you’ve been dating for months now.

Your daughter tended to be a bit judgmental, especially when it came to your relationships. D/n may only be twelve, but she has a knack for being able to sniff out unsuitable future dads/moms/parents. The thing about your daughter was.. she was Osomatsus complete opposite. She’s serious, hardworking, an over achiever type of gal. She knows what she wants and will do anything to get it. Point is, you were a little worried about how she would take you dating a literal neet.

As you walked into your house, your daughter was reading on the floor. As per usual. She looked up, he eyes widening a little to see the male next to you. Red hoodie. She stood up, walking up to osomatsu, and he smiled, taking his hand out for her to shake wordlessly, and she takes it, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you! I’m Osomatsu!” “So I’ve heard. My name is d/n.” She said, her face more deadpan, in contrast to his smile. He didn’t seem to mind though, like he didn’t care, which made her raise a brow. Your past lovers tended to be intimidated by her seriousness.

Seeing how well behaved your kid was, how serious she was. He didn’t even think she was real, she’s literally the perfect child. Seeing how sweet you were being with her as well. God you were a great parent that raised such a well behaved child and he couldn’t help but sigh out of pure love..

Maybe that’s what won her over, and actually be willing to be nice and have a conversation with him.

“Wait so you’re a neet?” “Yes.” “Are you looking for a job?” “Nope.” She lets out a loud sigh as he smirks. “

They talked for a bit, and honestly? Your daughter couldn’t help but sigh at some of the things he said, only making him laugh more. You are surprised she hasn’t blown up in his face yet.. but.. is she… laughing? At a joke he made? That’s so… unlike her..

You can’t help but smile at the two.

Karamatsu is extremely surprised, but he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t ask about the other parent, it’s personal and he understands if you don’t wanna talk about it. Very excited about meeting the child as well honestly. Tries to keep that cool guy act and pretend he’s not overly excited but it couldn’t be more obvious, he always brings it up whenever you see eachother as well. “So.. heh.. how are s/n and d/n.. hm??” Trying to act cool about it. You simply deadpan, “do you want to meet them karamatsu?” “YES!” He then coughs suddenly, “ahem, yes..”

You wondered if he was excited because they were identical twins. Yes, you had two kids. A son and a daughter, absolute monsters. They’re teens though, so it’s to be expected. Being age fifteen was not easy! But.. you often found yourself scolding the two of them for something new.

You weren’t too nervous about him meeting them, it would certainly be an… interesting night. He seemed rather nervous though. You gave him a reassuring smile before walking in…

Only to find a mess before you, as you expected. You sigh, “d/n!! s/n!! Get down here and clean your mess!!” You yell in a tone karamatsu has never heard you yell. Such a motherly tone with strictness to it. He heard loud stomping, only to see the two rush down the stairs. They originally would just rush, and get back upstairs but the two of them stop upon seeing a man beside you.

“Who is that?” s/n cocks a brow, and before you could answer, your daughter interrupts, hitting his arm. “Ow!” “It’s the new daddy right?! Right? I’m right! Right..?” She smiled excitedly, and he couldn’t help but blush a bit. Dad..dy.. maybe one day? You couldn’t help but blush yourself, “this is my boyfriend karamatsu. Karamatsu this is s/n and d/n. Okay you two, clean up and make it quick.” You say as they both quickly nod, yelling a “nice to meet you!” Before cleaning up all the chip bags, clothes, and wires on the floor.

Karamatsu was having a trouble time acting cool in front of these teens. They were oozing with confidence, and that is intimidating. No matter HOW young they are. They are definitely your kids. They have your confidence, your talkative and mischievous personality, your teasing, everything. “Wait so what’s your job?” “Do you live by yourself?” “Do you have any siblings?”

“Kids..!” You looked at them with that stern look, and they quickly shut up. “Sorry!” S/n grins, “maybe we’re being a bit much..” he laughs sheepishly, as so does his sister. “We’re just excited!” She whines, and karamatsu only chuckles, saying that it was fine.. “I understand you have a lot of questions about dear old me..” he adjusts his shades, “I am a sextuplet.. I love with my brothers..” “woaaah!!” “Seriously?! You love them that much?”

“What about the job?” D/n pressed, and he sweats. “As for a job.. heh.. I..” he pauses. Oh god here it comes.

“I have no plans..!”

“Jeez you paused just for that?!” Your daughter says in annoyance, as your son laughs. “Hahahah! This guy is awesome!”

“Really? Awesome?” He asks, trying not to sound hopeful.

“Yeah!” They both say at the same time, smiling.

He had to stop himself from letting out a loud sigh of relief.

Choromatsu spits out his drink, gaping at you. “You have a WHAT?!” He just can’t believe it to be honest, but at least he won’t ever have to have a talk with you about having kids with you (a talk he was terrified of having) so he’s actually thankful you have children already. He was a bit nervous about meeting the two little girls, they were age 10 but they were little demons.

As you walked in the house, you yelled, “girls! I’m home!” and he saw two little girls run up to hug you “mommy/daddy!” You hugged them back, “hey girls.. you gonna say hi?” You gesture to the man behind you, and they back up from the both of you and they wave “hello!” “Hi!” The twins say at the same time. For some reason, he felt like he was in the same room as Todomatsu. Fake cuteness and kindness to it.. god you were so right, these two were gonna be absolute monsters weren’t they?

He was a lot more scared now rather than just plain nervous, however your girls were good at conversing with him despite their younger age, asking him what he likes to watch and stuff. Not really the .. adult stuff. Which he was thankful for, it’s not like they need to know he does nothing… right?

Well, that was until the younger twin said something. It’s always the youngest isn’t it?

“Oh… I… uhm… I don’t really have a job” he rubs the back of his neck, “oh! Why?” She asks, “uhm… because I.. don’t want to..?” He says honestly, and she looks to you “can I not work because I don’t feel like it?” she looks innocently, but you know her better than that, shaking your head no. “Awww!” She pouts, but smiles. “Well, that’s okay! You can just work at home or something, like .. uhm..” she thinks for a moment, the elder twin pops in “like a malewife!”

He felt his face grow red, malewife?

“Okay girls go set up the table for dinner!” You butt in, smiling.

“Okay!” They say in unison, running off, and you notice them giggling mischievously. You roll your eyes.

These two were gonna be a lot, he knew it. But instead of feeling scared, he felt happy, relieved even.

He was a part of a new family now.

Ichimatsu is surprised as well, a kid? Well it’s not like he minds it exactly, he secretly likes kids a lot.. besides this means he can technically have one of his own if he plays his cards right with you. Which hes much more determined to do. A young 12 year old boy, a 16 year old girl. He can’t wait to meet the two of them.

The younger one was… much more energetic, mischievous even. However, he will hand it to him for digging the color purple, as it was obvious from his dyed purple hair, black and purple striped skirt, (yes, your young boy was wearing a cute skirt), a stylish young boy full of confidence. Despite his smirk though, something about him had a similar aura to his own. Then there’s your daughter, complete opposite. Pink clothing to contrast her brother. With a permanent grumpy frown on her face, he assumed that was normal for her, which he wasn’t wrong about.

As he conversed with them for a bit, it seemed like he had a lot in common with the little boy. “Hehe~ I love cats! Big sis likes em too.. she likes to act all tough and like she doesn’t tho!” He said in a teasing tone as for once looks up from her phone and stops texting. “Not true!” She blushes a bit, and he laughs.

He can’t help but smile himself, making your son smirk with a bit of pride at making your intimidating boyfriend smile. He’s definitely been trying to show a good impression this whole time. Unlike your daughter who doesn’t care either way, she’s definitely like Ichimatsu in many ways.

Though by the end of the day, when he didn’t try conversing with her as much as your son she started putting in effort.

“I didn’t take you for an anime nerd.” Ichimatsu admits, “maybe you should meet my brother.” He says, referring to Choromatsu in particular. “Oh shit you have a brother?” “Yeah. Your mother/father didn’t tell you? I have like five brothers.” “Holy shit that’s horrible” your sister looks in disgust, as her younger brother just laughs at her dramatics.

Your daughter showed much more of her true personality upon the shock of him being a sextuplet, and he ended up chuckling at her ridiculousness.

He already loved the hell outta your kids.

“Cool! When do I get to meet them?!” Jyushimatsu asks rather excitedly, and it’s hard for you to be too surprised by that kinda reaction. Of course he didn’t care you had kids.. three, to be exact. Triplets, all three girls. Yeah.. all three. Originally, you had two girls and one boy, but things have changed, and that was just fine by you, who was once your eldest child and only son, was now your eldest daughter.

Jyushimatsu was eager to meet all three, they’re all 16 years old. The eldest, was the “chill” one of the three. She often likes to just relax and can be seen as overly patient and calm. The second, often with a bored or deadpan look, she reminded Jyushimatsu of Ichimatsu. And the third, who honestly was a spoiled brat, she was grumpy at times and she always got what she wanted.

He ended up talking to the girls a lot, talking about being a sextuplet, being a neet, and of course baseball. Your eldest listened, “oh that’s cool! I love baseball!” She went to get a picture showing him pictures she’s taken with famous baseball players, as the youngest rolls her eyes. The second eldest was as quiet as ever as your boyfriend and your eldest conversed about their similar interests, the youngest complaining, Jyushimatsu laughing it off.

He had lots in common with the youngest too, and was able to eventually gain her approval. He eventually talked with the second daughter about things, which was also nice. She seemed to like him. Your second eldest tended to be the shyer nervous type despite the cold exterior that she puts on, so she really liked such a friendly dude.

He seemed to really like them. And he was really good with them. You couldn’t help but think how sweet he was being, he’s always sweet but it’s different. He’s being different with them. It’s nice.. it’s good. He would be such a good dad.

You smile at the thought.

Todomatsu is certainly surprised that you have children. He’s curious to learn more about them too. “So when do I get to meet em!” He’ll excitedly ask, “whenever you wanna totty” you smile, “though, I must admit.. they can be a bit much sometimes” you rub the back of your neck and he gives you a deadpan look. “Have you met my brothers?”

Good point.

And that’s why he’s here now, talking to the three of your kids. Three identical twins!

Technically your son is the eldest, he’s a grumpy guy though. Always yelling or cursing at something, you think to yourself that maybe it’ll go away, he’s only 16. The other twin, your daughter, is much more outgoing and hyper, his complete opposite. And finally your youngest child. They were more of the silent, mysterious type, even shy.

The eldest was nonchalant with him and honestly you could tell your boyfriend was a bit nervous with him. You smack your son at the back of his head whenever he gave a backhanded comment. He didn’t like your boyfriend at first, but he kinda gave in. Only reason was when he noticed how he looked at you when you were helping your youngest with something, it was like that stupid I’m in love with my s/o look.

He got along with the second the most, she’s easy to get along with given her friendly personality. Besides, she is always in on the newest internet drama, she was bound to get along with him the most. She adores him. And of course, the youngest. The youngest got along with him quickly, actually thinking he was pretty cool. They liked his style, his being more pastel and pink, a huge contrast to their emo style. They weren’t as kept with drama but they definitely were in on clothing trends which they both conversed about. They warmed up to him and got out of their shell, even calling him totty by the end of the night along with your daughter, your son refusing to do that.

Seeing how each one of your kids interacted with totty, it was obvious they all liked him.

He was gonna fit in great with this family.

#choromatsu x reader #ichimatsu x reader #jyushimatsu x reader #karamatsu x reader #osomatsu x reader #todomatsu x reader #osomatsu san x reader #osomatsusan x reader

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achliegh · 4 years ago

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Sunflower

Epilogue Chapter 4

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

This is the epilogue to Olive and Otto

It will mostly be exploring the relationship the cubs have with O&O

There will also be a little storm chasing

TW/CW: Kids, Food, Storms, Smut, Sickness

@domesticatedbeetlenamedjorge

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

The two tallest of the bunch were getting ready while Olive was sitting on the couch next to her brother who was looking much better after sleeping for twenty hours. Olive was wearing the exact same thing as her dad, light jeans with white shirts, flannels under their company track jackets. Her hair was in two braids down her back that her dad did, she was also wearing Logan's snapback that was much too large for her but she was gonna miss him even if it was only for the night. Well, more like one evening.

Leo walks out of the master bedroom still wearing his thin wire framed glasses.

“Harzy, did you move my contracts again?”

“Nope, if I remember correctly you’re out until Monday.”

“What day even is today?”

“Thursday, mon solie” Logan shook his head, smiling a little as he watched them get ready, saying he was nervous about today felt right. Leo said the edge of the storm would be hitting Gryffindor but it shouldn’t be anything too crazy, plus he had Otto to keep him company. A sick child that loves storms, fuck he was screwed. He felt something rub against the back of his leg and smiled a little. When Olive ran off the other day she walked back out of those bushes holding a giant cat, it was the same size as her. She named it Ilya and since she named it they had to keep it. When they walked in the door with a giant mass of grey and white fur Leo just stared at them dumbfounded. ‘You let her pick up a stray cat! What if it's sick! What if it scratched her and gave her something!’ ‘Daddy her name is Ilya!’ He just blinked at them a couple of times and sighed before giving his boyfriends a pointed look. ‘You guys take care of all the things Ilya needs, including vet appointments.’ He shook his head, having the scowl melt off his face when Ilya trotted over to Otto and rubbed up against his hand purring, making a sleepy smile cross the young boy's face. “Hello Smelly” He smiles and picks up the fat cat walking towards the couch to sit next to the kids.

“Logan, are you gonna be okay?” Olive looks over to him from where her and Otto were playing fruit ninja on the table their mom got for them. “I don’t want you to be all scared”

“Of course I will be okay, I have Otto, non?” Otto leans into his side and sniffles a little nodding, God these two are so cute. He lets go of Ilya and settles herself on top of Otto's lap covering the whole thing. She purrs so loud they’re surprised she hasn’t knocked the apartment off its foundation. “So cute” He gives Otto a kiss on the top of his head and pet their ball of fur.

There was a buzz from the doorman downstairs letting them know someone was on their way up, Leo’s parents were there and Finn was getting jittery. He had never been inside of a storm like this but the visuals were supposedly amazing this time of year in Hufflepuff, sunflower fields were in full bloom and there shouldn’t be too much rain, but a tornado was almost guaranteed to drop. Finn was already feeling the adrenaline of seeing a tornado for the first time. Was it going to be beautiful or terrifying? What if it killed th-

“Finn!” He was engulfed into a tight hug as Eloise surprised him. The breath was forced out of him while Wyatt, who was holding Olive now, and Leo chatted away about how this evening would go. “Ready to get into a storm! I’m so happy you decided to come, but it’s okay if you want to stay here and keep Olive here. She will most likely stay in the motel room we use as homebase because it’s too easy to lose her out in the field. But she loves it anyway.” She ruffles his hair and he turns a little red.

“I’m nervous, not gonna lie, maybe I’ll stay with Olive in homebase then.” He smiles shyly and she laughs a little nodding. They walk over to join the other two who are discussing the large cat that has hidden Otto in its fluffy.

“Sure you don’t want to come, Tremz?” Wyatt smiles a calm one at him as Olive rests her head on her Pawpaw’s shoulder. “Maybe we could help break your fear of storms, we are family now.” Logan smiles at the feeling of being accepted into the Knut’s so easily.

“No thanks I’ll keep Otto and Ilya company.”

“Alright, we are gonna head out then.” Eloise leans down to kiss Otto’s head and Logan's cheek, then she remembers something. “I almost forgot.” She opens up her ridiculously large purse and pulls out three large books. “Photo Albums you asked for” Leo smiles and takes them giving his mom a kiss on each kiss and sets them on the coffee table. “Alright let’s go. By sweeties!” They all gave goodbye kisses and hugs as they walked out the door. Heading to Hufflepuff.

Otto yawns and looks up at Logan. “Tremz can we take a nap in your room?” He is barely able to keep his eyes open and his head is lightly nodding to one side. The smile it brings to Logan's face is one of being totally wrapped around this child's finger.

“Want me to carry you?” He sees the smallest little nod and stands up, scooping up the young boy and the cat, walking to the bedroom while feeling Otto’s forehead. He’s still a bit warm but not as bad as the last few days. Laying down the small boy he tucks him in and crawls under the cover on the other side. Ilya is between them on her back already snoring.

“Goodnight Logan, I love you” it was so quiet Logan almost missed it, that was the first time Otto had ever said that to either him or Finn, Olive had said it the first week of being there and all three older men got a little teary eyed in secret about it later. Logan's heart was vibrating in his chest and he felt himself smiling into the dark room.

“I love you too buddy”

Olive was bouncing in her carseat and like she does, talking a mile a minute.

“How long is the drive? Are we there? Will there be lightning? What about thunder? Daddy, can I have some water? Where's my snack? I don’t like frosted flakes!” She started throwing a fit over how she hasn't had Reese's puffs in weeks and Leo was trying to explain why they couldn’t have them in the house because of Otto's allergy. She started crying because ‘I don’t want him to die!�� and then Finn had to explain how he wasn’t gonna die right then and there. All the why the grandparents were giggling in the front seats.

After a two hour drive they pulled into the parking lot where many large dented up vans with camera equipment and radars are, there was a door to a motel room open on the ground floor that people were constantly going in and out of. Finn was getting nervous all over again, there were so many people and they would make so many assumptions.

“Don’t worry, they think Olive and Otto are my siblings and you’re my best friend.” Leo smiles at him as Olive just keeps on talking. “Olive, remember who I am around large groups of people.”

“Frère!” She smiles at him and kicks her legs a little. “Can we go now!” Leo unbuckles her and they get out of the truck. Everyone smiles and greets Leo like old friends. Finn is introduced to so many people he doesn’t have any chance of remembering. Walking into the motel room a large hairy man was sitting in front of four different computer screen his hair was up in a bun and his large beard was braided, his glasses were small and on the tip of his nose. “Hagrid!” Olive runs over to him and jumps in his lap startling him but then he smiles and hugs her.

“Hello little one, ‘owve you been.” He smiles and looks up. “Leo, haven’t seen you in a while mate, and I see you’ve brought a friend. NHL roommate I’m guessing.” Everything fell into place after that.

This was going to be okay, and maybe they won’t get ate by a tornado after all.

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #sweater weather #coast to coast #o’knutzy #o'knutzy #lumosinlove

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deniigi · 4 years ago

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i have been sick in bed with a stomach bug and re-reading a bunch of your series and these questions have plagued me so pls, for the sake of your fellow samuel chung lover, if sammy was in the Selkie verse, would he be a fae? if so, what kind? ALSO, what would his interactions with jack be like (either in the selkie verse or in the lying by omission verse)? pls and thanks <3

hi!

I’ll answer asks in a bit, but for this one I have a fic that explore a What If Jack Lived/Mike existed scenario with Sam in the Inimitable verse? I know it’s now what you asked for, but it is like 4k already written so that might be smth--an LBO Sam would be tricky because Sam would be itty bitty and Matt wouldn’t have the same kind of relationship with him.

As for selkie-verse Sam? I would have to do more research on Chinese spirts/fae/folklore, but for now, he’s not fae, just human 💖He’s like 12 and can make himself invisible though, which would be very confusing for Sue if she ever bumped into him

(Sue: baby boggart??? come here I love you I will look after you.)

(Sam: please stay exactly 5037 feet away from me! Thank you and I’m calling my mom!)

Here is the What If Jack and Mike thing from the Inimitable Verse.

Jack Murdock was the size of a house. He made Matt look dainty. He made Kirsten look like a kids’ mannequin. And he made Foggy laugh until he wept.

Sam could not understand a goddamn thing he said. Nor could he understand the guy he’d brought with him, who appeared to have had some serious plastic surgery to look exactly like Matt.

Sam could take an unintelligible giant. What he couldn’t take was an unintelligible Matt, and before him, somehow, in this ring of ginger, he’d been presented with two unintellible Matts.

His head was spinning.

Kirsten patted at him sympathetically.

“I’m from New York,” Sam told her mournfully.

“I know, hon.”

“How is this even possible? You’re from New York. How are they—what are they saying?”

Kirsten shook her head.

“Only Foggy knows,” she said. “It’s okay, he’ll translate when he gets back up.”

Mr. Murdock, the tallest of the gingers, might have been a good three to four inches taller than his boys, and he might have had the biggest hands that Sam had ever had the opportunity to touch in his life, but he was really nothing but a big, shaggy sheep dog.

The reasons Sam couldn’t understand a single fucking word he said came threefold.

1) Mr. Murdock had grown up in mid-century Hell’s Kitchen. That was just how accents from those parts used to sound. They’d lightened with time.

2) He had an extra layer of what Matt called a ‘brogue.’ He was first-generation American. Both his folks had immigrated from Ireland. He talked halfway between the way they talked and the way that the kids in his neighborhood growing up had.

And 3) The man had a lisp?

It wasn’t super noticeable. Sam sure as shit couldn’t hear it among the other layers of stuff going on, but Foggy said it was there.

Apparently, it came out more when he was anxious.

Apparently, he was anxious a lot.

Foggy told Sam to just give it an hour and he’d understand.

“So your name is Sam?” Mr. Murdock asked him while Sam tried to keep his mouth from falling open.

Matt was holding his facial-copy-cat against the wall by his lapels. The copy-cat had started making kissy noises at him. He egged Matt on to punch him right in the face.

No one was stopping them.

Kirsten cleared her throat and brought Sam back down to earth.

“Yeah,” he said. “Sam. Mr., uh—”

“Call me Jack.”

Never.

“Matty hasn’t said much about you, sorry to say.” Mr. Murdock explained. The more he spoke directly to Sam, the more Sam found, to his relief, that he could understand him. “He don’t like sharin’ things his brother can get ahold of and take from ‘im.”

Sam looked from him to the ‘brother.’

“There’s two of them?” he asked.

Mr. Murdock hummed.

“God help us, every one,” he huffed.

You can say that again.

“How long has there been two?” Sam asked hesitantly.

“Mm? Oh, uh. Christ with the math,” Mr. Murdock said, “Michael—Michael—boy, you knock that off; that’s how you lose teeth—how old are you now?”

Nevermind. Sam didn’t need to know.

“I’m ageless, Pops, remember?” ‘Michael’ said, grinning at Matt’s sneer in his face, “Everlasting, never dying. Immortal. Timeless. I’m—” Dude got the wind knocked out his sails from Matt aiming for his solar plexus instead of his face.

“Maitiú,” Mr. Murdock said sharply. “He’s your brother.”

“He earned it,” Matt snapped back at his dad. “You said ‘no teeth,’ I ain’t even touched his goddamn teeth.”

“No, you coward, you wouldn’t, would you?” Michael threw back at Matt with no sense in his head. “You scared of gettin’ stuck on all that metal, huh?”

“I ain’t got my tetanus booster,” Matt deadpanned.

“Oh, get the yellow fever one next time, it’s a hoot—”

“I’m mailing you back to Thailand in a crate.”

“Oh mail me, why don’t you?”

“I’m gonna.”

“Boys,” Mr. Murdock said, exasperated. “Knock it off. You love each other. We get it.”

Kirsten shook with giggles.

“I’d drown you in the open ocean and then kill myself,” Matt said through gritted teeth. His nose was maybe an inch from his brother’s.

Michael just beamed.

“Aw, babe. You’d do that for me?” he gushed.

“HHhhh—”

“Maitiú.”

Sam had never heard someone said ‘Matthew’ this way. It was delightful. It made Matt’s shoulders go stiff as a board and then squirm in barely contained fury.

“Thank you,” Mr. Murdock said. “Drop ‘im.”

Matt didn’t want to, but he released his grip on his sibling. Michael slipped down and then caught himself and straightened himself out.

“Well, I’ll never,” he said. “We come all this way to visit you on your deathbed and—”

“I’m not dying,” Matt said.

“—you worry Dad sick for months on end. Don’t call. Don’t write. He thought the Californians had eaten you—"

“—I told him that it was a dislocation and I’m fine—”

“—and of course I told him, ‘no Dad, there ain’t any more cannibals in California than there are in New York’ but who listens to Mike, huh?”

Mr. Murdock had only been in the house for 15 minutes and he already looked exhausted.

“Where are the dogs?” he asked Foggy.

---

This was the weirdest time-out session Sam had ever experienced and he’d decided that he was living for it. Mr. Murdock went out onto the deck and locked himself out there with the dogs. Matt and his brother had never been more guilty.

Quickly the arguing turned towards scheming, which turned towards climbing out a window, which turned towards getting stuck on the roof and pleading with the Father to lend a hand.

Mr. Murdock observed Matt sobbing with laughter over Mike’s sudden anxiety of stepping from the roof to the deck’s arm railing with only hollowness.

“Mike’s not very super,” Sam pointed out to Kirsten.

“Nope,” she said brightly. “He is refreshingly normal,” she said. “Even the conman part.”

The what?

---

Matt climbed off the roof with ease and took the opportunity to finally give his old man a hug, which Mr. Murdock seemed to appreciate. He smoothed a giant mitt of a hand through Matt’s hair tenderly, like he was a baby.

It was kind of cute.

Mike scowled at them both and announced that he was pretty fine, by the way. He’d just stay there on the roof until the vultures got him.

“Matt’s the younger twin,” Foggy told Sam cheerfully. “He can do no wrong.”

Sam felt like he could suddenly see the forest for the trees.

“And Mike?” he asked.

Foggy snickered.

“He and Jack live together to keep each other in good cardiac shape,” he said. “They drive each other nuts.”

“But they still live together?” Sam clarified.

“Yeah,” Foggy said. “Mike’s what happens when you give a used-car salesman ever so slightly too much brain. He travels all over. Gets shot at and held hostage a lot. He’ll do just about anything for a couple bucks, no matter how hard Jack’s tried to get him to go straight over the years.”

“And Mr. Murdock? He doesn’t mind his son living with him?” Sam asked.

Kirsten and Foggy softened.

“Matt used to check on him more when we lived back home,” Foggy said. “Without him and Mike, Jack’s by himself. He’s got friends and work, yeah, but you know. If it weren’t for Mike, he’d come home to an empty apartment every night. Man’s got too much head trauma for that to be any kind of good. Mike looks after him—probably more than he lets anyone else. He’s too stubborn to let Matt try to help him.”

Aw, cute.

“Be prepared, Sammy,” Foggy said. “Jack’s already adopted you.”

Say what now?

---

Mr. Murdock didn’t outright say that Sam was puny and he was going to fix it, but Sam could see it in his disappointed gaze.

“Don’t like bread?” he asked as Sam chewed his way through an Uncrustable at the kitchen table. Sam froze with the sandwich in hand. He stared at it.

It was bread.

Surely, this was bread.

Right?

“Uh?” he tried.

“Don’t like the crusts?” Mr. Murdock asked him more gently.

Oh.

“I don’t mind them, these are premade though. You know, convenient,” Sam explained.

He got a stare impossible to read.

“Stay there,” Mr. Murdock decided.

It took too long for Sam’s brain to work out what had just happened, and by the time it had, it was too late. Matt stuck his head in the room and asked Sam why he’d told his dad that Matt was starving him.

Sam floundered and tried to explain the sandwiches. Matt absorbed this and rolled his whole head.

“Well, now he’s makin’ a week’s worth for you,” he sighed. “Wants you to eat the crust.”

Dude.

“It’s easier not to question it,” Matt sighed. “What kind of jelly do you want?”

---

Matt didn’t interrogate his father, but Mike did. Unrepentantly. He walked in as Sam was emphasizing that he didn’t want any kind of jelly and he’d make his own sandwiches and understood the entire situation faster than Sam could have possibly explained it.

“FATHER,” he roared. “Leave the boy alone, he’s not starvin’, he’s just short.”

Flattering. Thanks, asshole.

There was no response from the kitchen. Matt told Mike to ease off. Mr. Murdock was trying to be nice.

“There’s nice and then there’s rude,” Mike said.

“And you’re rude?” Matt offered.

There was a pause.

A warm hand found the space in between Sam’s shoulder blades.

“I’m sorry about both of ‘em, kid, they got rocks for brains, it ain’t their fault. Our grandfather was a caveman, you know how it is,” Mike said kindly.

Matt was not amused.

“It’s not a big deal,” he repeated. “I’ll eat ‘em if Sam doesn’t want ‘em.”

“And subject yourself to peanut butter hell for multiple days in a row, Maitiú?” Mike asked, scandalized.

Matt glared in the direction of the stairs.

“Some of us enjoy nut protein,” he said.

Sam blinked in shock as big hands slapped themselves over his ears.

“There are children present,” Mike hissed.

Sam found the guy’s middle fingers and yanked. Mike swore. Matt chuckled.

“He ain’t a baby,” he said fondly. “Sam’s a tough cookie.”

You’re damn right he was.

“Charming,” Mike grumbled as Matt abandoned them for the kitchen again. He scowled down at Sam. “What’s your gimmick then?” he asked.

Sam wondered if he could make his contacts come out by blinking slowly enough. It would be cool as fuck. It definitely wasn’t happening.

“I control typhoons,” he said.

Mike winced.

“Fuckin’ vigilantes,” he said.

---

Mr. Murdock gave Sam a second sandwich. He’d cut it into quarters.

“Matt says you don’t like jelly,” he said. “Bananas are better?”

Sam couldn’t help but like him.

“Yeah. I don’t eat much bread generally,” he said. “My family has always been more about rice.”

Mr. Murdock analyzed him.

“I can do rice,” he said.

Bless. It was okay, really.

“Do you like spicy things, Mr. Murdock?” Sam asked.

“Jack.”

Nice try.

“Spicy?” Sam repeated.

Mr. Murdock considered it.

“Not sure,” he said. “You mean like hot sauce? I ain’t fuck with that ghost pepper shit.”

Sam hummed.

“Before you leave, I’ll cook for you in return,” he said. “I won’t make it too spicy, cross my heart.”

Mr. Murdock considered this and then got a look in his eye that made Sam’s cheeks start to ache a little.

---

Matt told Sam to play nice. Matt told his father to play nice.

There was to be no hiding chilis in Mike’s pasta.

They were caught and scolded.

“Not to worry,” Mr. Murdock told Sam fondly, “There are other ways.”

---

Sam had never seen such outrage over a knot in a shoelace. Matt crossed his arms over his chest, seconds away from tapping his own foot.

“You said you were ready,” he reminded Mike for the fourth time.

“I know what I said,” Mike snapped at him. He’d dug through all the kitchen drawers to procure a metal skewer to apply to this situation.

“We’re going to be late,” Matt said. “I wait for my guide, she doesn’t wait for me.”

“Well she’s waitin’ today,” Mike said. “I swear to god—”

Mr. Murdock stroked the top of Tuesday’s head and asked Mike if he’d tried putting baby powder on it. Mike spat at him to mind his own business and went back to the knot. He managed it get it untangled and the shoe half on just in time to find the second one stuck in the third hole down.

He just about vibrated with fury.

Matt sighed loudly.

“Borrow mine already,” he said.

“Never.”

“Mike.”

“They’re blue. This outfit tolerates only warm colors, Matthew. ONLY warms.”

“We’re late.”

“Style waits for no man.”

“Well, clearly that ain’t the case, is it?”

Mike stood up sharply.

“I’m going to change,” he said. “And whatever elf tied these will rue the day. Mark my words.”

“Yeah, okay, I’ll tell the elf—oh, my bad, the clown, Mike. It’s you. Get your life together. We’re late.”

Hilarious.

---

“Why don’t you move out here?” Sam asked Mr. Murdock as he watched Sam sand away at his latest secret project in Matt’s absence.

“Sun’ll kill me,” Mr. Murdock deadpanned.

“I thought so too, but it’s not so bad,” Sam said. “I miss the snow sometimes.”

Mr. Murdock cocked his head and then knelt down to take the sanding block out of Sam’s hands. He gestured for Sam to give him the hunk of wood in his hands, too.

“Matty says you don’t got papers,” he said.

Sam was surprised. Matt usually kept that secret locked tight. But Mr. Murdock didn’t seem to have any adverse reaction to it.

“No,” Sam admitted. “My mom brought me here when I was really little. I didn’t know what it meant to overstay a visa.”

Mr. Murdock hummed.

“Makes flying tricky,” he said.

Yeah.

“Bus, not too bad, though?”

Mm. Bus was better, yes.

“Train?”

Depended on the train.

“Hm. Well, if you get homesick or need busfare, you just give a shout, ya hear? You’re always welcome to stay with us.”

Aww.

“Or if you really hate yourself, I’m sure Mike would love to come pick you up.”

Oh god.

“He can drive?” Sam asked.

Mr. Murdock paused and held his face in his dusty palm.

“The day he got his license was the worst day of my life,” he said.

Sam snickered.

“Did you guys drive all the way here?” he asked.

“No, thank god.”

“Can you drive?”

“Son.”

Sam looked up from the block of wood into Mr. Murdock’s hazel eyes.

“I take two steps out of New York and I’m gone, that’s me dead. No, I don’t drive. Why the hell would I drive? Where the hell am I goin’?”

Wow, mood.

“I tried to drive once,” Sam said. “Reversed into a fire hydrant. Matt laughed so hard he cried.”

Mr. Murdock handed back the woodblock. It was much smoother than it had been. Sam was chocking that up to the muscles and the practice.

---

Matt and Mike got home and Mike announced that he was disowning that ‘putrid being’ that was the Swamp Monster beside him. Matt told Mr. Murdock that Mike didn’t approve of the swimming part of triathlon.

Mr. Murdock picked leaves out of his hair with supreme patience.

---

“So Dad’s officially decided that you’re his grandson,” Mike informed Sam out of nowhere that Sunday. “He prayed for you at church today.”

Sam almost dropped his wrench. That was so endearing his teeth hurt.

“It’s ‘cause I do woodwork,” he said. “He can smell the handyman on me.”

Mike cocked his head to the side. His eyes were blue like Matt’s. Their mom must have had blue eyes—or maybe hazel like Mr. Murdock’s.

“No,” Mike said. “It’s ‘cause he’s also been a grocery bagger, a janitor, and a contractor.”

He what now?

“He wants to know why you aren’t in college.”

Oh. well—

“Matt tried to explain, but you know, it ain’t clickin’. He don’t get the politics part of things sometimes. Gets confused why people make such a big deal when there’s obvious solutions in front of ‘em. It’s not all his fault, he barely got a highschool diploma back when ‘critical thinking’ wasn’t even a testing category. Anyways, he wants you to go to college. Thinks you’re too smart to be pushin’ paper.”

Sam was going to cry.

“I think he sees a lot of Matt in you,” Mike said with a squint. “So just as a warning, he’s unbearable. Always—well, no. More like 95% of the year. He’s alright around New Years when he’s tired. You can tell him to fuck off at any time, though.”

No, no. It was okay. It was nice to have…more family. That’s what it was.

“I hope you know what this means, Samuel,” Mike said.

Mmm no?

Mike’s hand clasped his shoulder.

“You can call me ‘uncle,’” he said.

Ah.

No, thanks.

---

Foggy and Kirsten couldn’t look at Sam without bursting into merciless laughter, which Sam had realized was a result of Mike’s vocal distress at his rejected offer of uncle-dom. Sam didn’t know what to tell him.

Mr. Murdock was nice. Enormous, yes, but very well meaning and gentle. His and Sam’s priorities and experience in life aligned neatly and Sam was slightly charmed by the way that he expressed himself verbally only to Matt and Mike.

Sam also didn’t hate Mike. He just didn’t want him to have uncle privileges. He didn’t see what was difficult about this.

“Mike’s got a history of rejection,” Foggy said. “And by that, I mean that every woman on the eastern seaboard has rejected him and he tries anyways.”

---

Matt came downstairs and told Sam to ignore everything Mike said to him all day. He also said that they were going out that night, so don’t burn fingers on the soldering iron.

Sam saluted in acknowledgement.

Forty minutes later there was a rap at his door followed by Mike saying through it that he wanted to show Sam something.

Sam did not open the door.

He heard Matt’s name being cursed on the other side.

---

Twenty minutes later there was another knock, this time with Mike saying that Mr. Murdock wanted to bond with Sam.

Sam nudged open his curtains and squinted hard into the backyard where he could see the vague shape of Matt chatting to his dad on the deck stairs, both apparently having a beer and shooting the shit.

This was a scam.

Sam would not be scammed.

He went back to the suit.

There was more cursing outside the door.

---

About half an hour later, there was a knock, followed by Mr. Murdock’s voice this time, asking Sam if his shoes were supposed to be on the front porch.

They were not.

This was playing dirty.

Sam ventured out to go right this wrong and ended up outside on the front porch with the conman himself. Mike closed the door after him triumphantly and proceeded to get them both locked out.

“Are you supposed to be a good conman or?” Sam asked.

Mike gaped at him.

“The best conman,” he said. “Don’t worry, kid, I’ve broken into a thousand houses and won two horses. I’ve got this.”

That was not comforting. Sam was not comforted.

“First, we gotta test all the windows, and, failing that, we get a rock or a gun,” Mike told him with a knowing finger.

Sam blinked at it and then up at Mike. The man’s shoulders twitched.

“Uh?” Mike said.

Ah. The eyes. No contacts today.

“Do you like them? They’re Prada,” Sam said to absolute silence.

“A brick,” Mike announced abruptly. “A brick works too. Like a rock but bigger.”

Okay, so they weren’t talking about it, gotcha. Look, a whole family’s worth of repression styles. Sam was glad that they had a full set of methods.

---

Sam broke into his own bedroom through the window. Mike clapped for him outside. Sam opted to leave him there.

---

He was sort of sad to see the Murdocks go, especially after seeing the effect that the most senior of them had on Matt.

Sam hadn’t seen him this chilled out. He visibly relaxed under his dad’s hand on the back of his neck. He tolerated the fussing and constant hair fixing and the fingers brushing at his cheeks and elbows. Mr. Murdock guided him with the same practiced ease that Foggy and Kirsten did, but his guiding was accompanied by a quiet, ongoing commentary about the street around them, which Sam hadn’t actually heard Foggy do in the same kind of way.

It was like Mr. Murdock was telling Matt a story everywhere they went.

He told him when there were flags hanging up a story above, waving in the wind. He told him about the hanging wire baskets of flowers that Sam forgot about. He huffed a bit while he talked about lines of traffic in the street and a vast lack of color in the group due to the absence of so many yellow cabs.

Mr. Murdock of course, had been Matt’s first ever guide. It only made sense that he had a specialized style of it, just for Matt.

And for Matt’s sake, Sam didn’t want him to go, but alas, New Yorkers, man. The city called them back to the coast like a siren.

“You take it easy, y’hear, kiddo?” Mr. Murdock told him at the airport.

Sam smiled and said that he’d try.

“Take care of yourself. I mean that. Out at night too.”

Copy that, big guy.

“Give us a hug.”

Oh??? A hug??? Sam loved hugs. Hugs were great. He was—er. Leaving this one with double the ribs from the cracks apparently.

Mr. Murdock released him to go break Matt in half and then Foggy and then Kirsten. Mike told him that he couldn’t avoid flying again by hugging people. He also warned Kirsten that he’d see her soon and that then, she was sure to fall for his charms.

Kirsten said that she would be waiting with bated breath, and then that was it. Three Murdocks again whittled down to one.

“God, I should have married your dad,” Foggy moaned.

Matt laughed at him.

“He’s plenty busy avoiding the gaze of every person over sixty in his building. Let him live,” he said. “Sam? Not too traumatized, I hope?”

Mm. Not so bad.

“Are you sure Mike’s your brother?” he asked.

“Unfortunately.”

Too bad.

“It’s fine, if we ever need a guy to distract the police, we’ve got him on retainer.”

That was true.

“They’ll come back?” Sam asked.

Matt paused before feeling for his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he said. “Or we’ll go to them. I think you’d enjoy watching them in their natural environment.”

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Hope that’s something for you anon!! I also hope you feel better!

#samuel chung #jack murdock #matt murdock #mike murdock #inimitable verse #fic #ficlet

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wormstacheangel · 4 years ago

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Day 13: Ladies

Word Count: 2601

Summary: I don’t know why I want the rest of the prompts to follow a big story line now cause this is after day 11 & 12. So read those first or don’t. Jack goes to visit his sister Claire because Dean and Cas need alone time in the bunker.

It started with Sam stumbling back into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and running his hands through his hair. He walked over to where Jack was sneaking in some of Dean’s cereal and held both his shoulders to look him in the eyes.

“Jack, don’t go into the garage. Don’t go looking for your Dad or Dean tonight, okay?”

“But Cas said we-”

“Promise me, Jack.”

“Oh.” Jack nodded then with a smile. “I promise.”

Sam patted Jack’s cheek with a sigh of relief. “Good. Good. I need…I need to wash my eyes out with soap now.”

The next morning Sam had stopped Jack from walking into the kitchen. “Nope! Get dressed Jack. We’re going out for breakfast.”

“All of us?”

“No, just you and me. Cas and Dean are a little,” Sam shivered as he was pushing Jack back towards his room. “Busy at the moment.”

When they came back, they took Cas’s car instead of the Impala because Sam says it was too soon for him, Sam yelled out that they were home. He said it as loud as he could from the top of the stairs and Jack looked at him confused because they never announced it before. The loud squeak of the door was an indicator of someone walking through the front door already.

Sam sighed in relief when he noticed there was nobody in the map room but then when they dropped their left overs and shopping bags, Sam took him shopping for a new jacket for two hours, in the library they heard…noises.

“Nope!” Sam took Jack’s head and turned him around so his face was hidden against Sam’s chest. His too big hands covered Jack’s ears but he could still hear Sam yelling. “No! Not where the kid can see you! What the hell is wrong with both of you?”

“Sammy!” He heard a muffled Dean but Jack didn’t dare move from where Sam was holding him. “We thought you were gone.”

“We’ve been gone for 5 hours, Dean!”

Now Jack was sitting by Sam’s side in the kitchen table with beers all around while nobody made eye contact. Jack didn’t mention how Cas and Dean were now holding hands on top of the table either, he couldn’t fight back the big smile he had but he didn’t say anything about it. Mostly cause he didn’t really know what was going on and didn’t want to say the wrong thing.

“I’m giving you a week. Jack and I will go stay at Eileen’s while you two…go at it like rabbits. Get it out of your damn system cause I don’t want Jack to be scared for life like I am now.”

“We’re going to stay somewhere else?” Sam only nodded but Jack looked back at Dean and Cas. “Can I stay with Claire?”

“What?” All three of them said, Cas more in a happy tone than the two brothers.

Day 1 with Wayward Daughters

“Hello.” Jack held his hand up to say hello to Jody who opened the door. She looked surprised by his presence and he scrunched up his eyebrows as he asked, “Did Claire not tell you I was coming over?”

“No. No, she didn’t.” Jody placed her hands on her hips as she called out for Claire. Then she opened the door wider and motioned for Jack to come in before giving him a quick squeeze hello. “Judging from your stuff this is an extended stay?”

“A week.” Jack informs her. “I believe Cas and Dean have been like rabbits. Well that’s what Sam calls it.”

“Oh.” Jody smiled as she raised an eyebrow, her arms crossing while she leaned closer out of curiosity.

Jack nods as he smiles innocently at Jody. “Sam tells me they’re in their honeymoon phase. I’m not really sure what that means but he told me to leave the bunker for a week.”

“Gross!” He turns around when he hears Claire walking towards him. “Please don’t talk about our Dad doing it while you’re here.”

“Claire!” Jack drops his stuff on the floor and pulls his big sister, a self declared role Claire took upon herself that Jack was grateful for. “I missed you!”

Claire chuckled as he patted Jack’s back. “I just talked to you on the phone a few hours ago, dummy.” She pulls away and helps pick up Jack’s bags off the ground. “Come on! You’re sleeping in my room.”

“Dinner will be ready soon!” Jody calls after them.

“Thanks Jody.” Jack turns to smile at her before he walks into Claire’s room. “Wow, your room is so bright. Must be nice to have windows.”

Claire laughs as she drops the duffle and backpack Jack had brought on top of her bed. “I guess. Kaia would be home from school soon but Alex and Patience are at work until late.”

“I don’t think Patience likes me very much. Every time I visit she hides away.”

“Neh, dude, that’s only cause she thinks you’re cute.”

Jack perks up. “She does!”

Claire reaches to squish Jack’s cheeks together. “Yup but no flirting with my friends. You suck at flirting anyways.”

“Dean, says I’m good at flirting.” Jack frowned at her while his face was still in her hands. “The waitress gave me her number.”

“That’s cause you’re cute, dummy, and she felt bad for you but not cause you’re good at flirting.” She dropped her hands and pointed a finger at him. “Now as the new God-”

“Shh! Nobody knows about that.” Jack sighed. “I only told you because you said siblings don’t keep secrets from each other.”

“Honestly, when I asked for your deep dark secret I thought it would have to do with murdering someone but being the big guy upstairs is really…something. But as God’s sister it’s my job to teach you all the big sister stuff.”

“Which is?”

Claire shrugs. “Hell if I know but I am gonna teach you how to be a normal millennial. Maybe actually listen to music people your own age listen too.”

“But Dean said-”

“I know what that old man says.” Jack laughs as he sits on Claire’s bed. “But he’s old and he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“You know,” Jack whispers. “Dad listens to Lizzo and Beyonce behind Dean’s back. We listen to it on our hunts.”

Claire laughs as she falls back on her bed. They spent the next few minutes laying on her bed and exchanging experiences. They were both lying on the bed facing the ceiling hugging the stuffed animals Cas had gotten them, Claire had a grumpy cat while Jack had a Chewbacca. They both talked about their Mom’s and whatever Claire remembered about her father, Jimmy.

It was nice to have someone Jack could talk to that understood his weird family dynamic.

“Jack! Claire! Dinner’s ready!” Jody called out to them and they both looked at each other with a smile before getting up to eat.

Kaia was already setting up the table. Saying she got home a while ago but wanted to give them some sibling bonding time. Claire kissed her girlfriend hello before Jack gave her a hug.

Patience walked in half way through dinner and ended up sitting next to Jack, both of them feeling awkward especially now that Jack knows she thought he was cute. Dean never did finish giving him the talk. Claire teased them both and Kaia luckily stopped her before Jack flew away in embarrassment. He really didn’t want to be….angel-y? While he was staying with Jody. He wanted to be a normal young adult. Even though he was 5 years old. Well 5 and a half.

“Donna is going to visit later this week so maybe we can have a family day out or something.” Jody tells them as Jack dried the dishes and Kaia washes. Patience went to take a shower while Claire put the leftovers in Tupperware containers for Alex when she came home.

“I would love that.” Jack tells her and she smiles back, motherly and warm. He hasn’t had that since Mary or his actual mother and missed it.

Day 2

Claire told Jody they were going to see a movie but she took him to a bar. He realized that was the reason she wanted him to bring his fake ID. He told her he didn’t like lying but she reminded him it was part of their job. He reminded her that they weren’t on a job.

“Then let’s find a quick one!”

They ended up finding a couple of vampires and Claire had told Jack to use his hunting skills instead of his powers. He was busy swinging a machete to the last vamp that towered over them both, when Jody walked in. Calling their names in a Mom voice that made them both freeze. The vamp shoved Jack out of the way and threw Claire across the room but Jody chopped his head off before he did any further damage.

Now they sat in the back of a cop car, bruised and covered in blood, while being lectured all the way home about being irresponsible.

Day 3

They talked all night, Claire from her bed while Jack slept on the floor because he hogs the blankets. They talk about what they wished they would be doing if they were normal. They talk about how every time Cas talked about life lessons or whatever to them it makes them feel guilty because they never want to let him down. All he wants is for them to be happy and they can’t even get that right.

Claire talked about her found family here and about her relationship with Kaia, who was sharing a room with Patience for the week.

Jack was jealous as he talked about wanting to find someone special.

“Hey it took our Dad how long to find Dean?”

“I don’t want to be alone for thousands of years!”

“Thousands! Wow, Dad’s old. Gross.”

In the morning they had chores before Claire drove Jack to Alex’s work to “bother” her. Really, it was to bring her some lunch and have Jack create a miracle or two on some patients. Alex didn’t freak out, just smiled warmly at him and it made him feel proud of his power.

“Thanks man.” Alex patted his shoulder. “You’re welcome to come by anytime but leave the little brat at home next time.”

“Hey! He’s my little brother. We’re kind of a packaged deal now.”

Alex rolled her eyes fondly before telling them to leave. “Go bother your girlfriend at the school or something.”

So that’s where they headed off next. Bothering Kaia was much different than bothering Alex because Kaia was in a classroom where they couldn’t go in. So Jack and her waited on some outside table while he watched students walk from building to building.

Claire talked about how boring it was to be just a student. Blind to the world of the supernatural but once again Jack was jealous. He had that option taken away from him and while he loved his family, he wished they would have given him a different career choice.

Kaia comes out and grins at them both. They all go out to have a late lunch and it felt so normal.

Day 4

Patience was still hiding away from Jack and he felt bad that he made her feel awkward in her own home. Especially since the place was way smaller than the bunker so the only place she could hide was her room.

“Patience! Jack wants to know if you wanna see a movie with us on the couch.” Claire called out to her and before Jack could say anything she continued with, “Come on, you can stare at him the whole time if you want!”

“Claire!” He covers his face in his hands in embarrassment but Patience comes out to join them for the movie anyways. Jack sat in between them on the couch, unable to pay attention to the scary movie Claire has picked out for them to watch.

Luckily Patience hugged a pillow while Jack jumped into Claire’s arms during a jump scare. He also did manage to blow up the TV but he quickly fixed it before Jody got home.

That night Jack text’s Dean. Asking him how he should flirt.

Day 5

Donna came over and gave him a big hug. He liked her and the dinner table was crowded while they talked about their lives. Hunting as well as their regular everyday lives. They all seemed to have a nice mix of both while Jack’s every day was the hunting life. The fixing heaven and hell life. The whole monster-fighting and being the new God life.

So he instead opted to just listen to the women talk and enjoyed the familiar family banter. He missed his Dads.

Day 6

Jody and Donna took them to the lake.

Jody talked about how Bobby, not the other world Bobby but her Bobby, used to take Sam and Dean to the same lake as kids. They were far enough from anybody seeing them that Jack decided to maybe show off just a little. Doing normal stuff like walking on water or parting the water so Patience can grab that nice rock she wanted. Nothing major.

He also found out he liked when someone plays with his hair. Claire has been doing it when they talked and he rested his head on her lap but now he likes it more when it’s Patience because she’s cute to look at. She finally talks to him, feeling comfortable talking about her own psychic powers. She has visions and feels energy around her.

“Your energy is so big it honestly made me feel queasy the first few times I was around you.” She laughed and Jack frowned at her feeling bad that he made her sick but she continued. “Now. I kind of like it. It’s soothing and warm.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She smiled and Jack felt his heart race in excitement.

Lightning struck down and hit a tree setting it on fire. Nobody could prove it was him that caused it cause it was night time and the sky was…clear. Yeah, maybe it was him but he got nervous!

Claire was the only one that knew it was him and made him put the fire out. Then pulled him to her instead so he won’t cause another natural disaster. He pouted a lot as he rested his head on Claire’s shoulder but watched Patience the whole time.

Day 7

“You know you’re always welcomed here, Jack.” Jody was hugging him goodbye as Sam gave him the all clear to come back. “Even if you just want to hang out and get away from your crazy Dads for an afternoon. Just pop in whenever.”

Jack hugged her back and thanked her.

Then he was hugging Claire, “Stay at the bunker some time. Dad misses you.”

“I text him all the time!” She rolled her eyes when she pulled away. “But I’ll stop by more.”

He hugged everyone goodbye, even Patience let him hug her. Before he flew away from the living room.

“Dads! I’m home!” He calls out as he appears in the bunkers kitchen, dropping off the Tupperware containers on the counter. “Jody made you guy’s food!”

“Hell yeah!” He hears Dean before he sees him walk into the kitchen. Cas trailing behind him with a warm smile. “Hey, kid!”

“Hello, how was your honeymoon?” Jack asked and Dean choked on mashed potatoes.

#suptober20 #destiel #Jack and Claire being chaotic siblings #spn #supernatural #claire novak #jack kline #wayward sisters

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blissfulalchemist · 3 years ago

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So this was a prompt request from way back yonder that was suggested by @belorage! It’s a little fluff piece from a shared verse with her Wes, his smaller partner in crime Liz, and the tired Danny.

"Just jump. I'll catch you."

“Liz, I’m pretty sure we shouldn’t be doing this,” Danny advised, following his sister up the ladder, “Dad could get mad.”

She snorts, looking back down at him through the tangled mess of curls, “If mom’s right about who’s genetics are whose, then I think I’m safe.”

“And if they’re wrong?” She gives a shrug, pulling herself up to what is the confirmed final level of stability on the old skeleton of a statue. “Liz,” Danny huffs, Liz dropping the backpack off her shoulder, “what even is the point of doing this anyway?”

“Defiance,” she reaches a hand out, Danny using it to bring himself up next to her, “A need to show that they can’t keep getting away with what they’re doing.”

His eyes go wide a moment before rolling them, “Seriously?! You’re still on about the school not firing Mr. Heyworth?”

“He started it,” she grumbled, opening the bag, “And it’s not just about him either. Not tonight at least. That old man Drubman is proposing a law that will allow for big business to raise taxes on the reservations here in the state and possibly cause harm to the land.” Her brother sighed, crossing his arms, “Not to mention his stance on just about everything else.”

Danny groaned, rubbing his temples, he should have known better, “How is this going to help again?”

Liz pulled out a big piece of cloth, smiling, “It's to bring attention to it so the voices that need it can be amplified and heard!” She raised a fist in the air, her words echoing to the empty sky. Danny raised an eyebrow at her, “Look just trust me it’ll work.”

“I’m just trying to understand how you’ll get old man Drubman to even notice from the pedestal he put himself on.”

“Because I asked Hurk what would I have to put on this flag to get under his skin the most,” Danny sat down, shaking his head, “I then confirmed it with a second source.”

“You asked Addie,” Danny brought his knees to his chest, forehead resting against them, “Liz why?”

“Because-.”

“That was rhetorical loquita!” Danny’s voice muffled as he took to reciting whatever poem he found comfort in that week. When he finished he stood taking a deep breath, “Okay, what is it you need me to do.” Liz smiled, wrapping her arms around him, “God, stop. Stop it before I change my mind.”

“You’re the best lanky younger brother one could ever ask for, you know that?” She ruffled her hair, needing to stand on her tiptoes.

“I’m serious about leaving you behind.”

“Right! Okay well I need you to help me unfold this and hold the bottom half steady so I don’t blow away with the wind.” Danny opened his mouth to protest, “I thought ahead,” Liz tugged on the red thin ropes, “You’ll stay down here and hold these.”

“I was going to ask if you’d rather me tying the top half since I’m taller.”

“Not by much,” Getting there though, “Besides you’re too much of a scaredy cat. I, on the other hand, have no fears.”

“Fine, okay. Whatever you say.” Danny breathed out slowly, grabbing the ropes, “Just hurry up, cause we aren’t supposed to be up here to begin with.”

Liz tied two more ropes at the top of the canvas across her body, grabbing hold of the steel beams, “What makes you say that?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the gate and signs that we jumped over to get here.” She waved him off, pushing herself higher to some plywood to stand, “You know Padre’s working tonight right? Doesn’t that worry you?”

Liz rolled her eyes, “Oh yeah, I’m really worried about him arresting us Danny,” she stretched for a pole above her, tossing the rope over it, “Wessy ain’t going to do anything to punish us. He’s going to actually agree with me.”

“Dad won’t!”

“That sounds like a bit of a you problem, Danny,” she tied a loose knot, stepping back to admire her work, “Do you think it’s high enough? Nah, it’s not high enough.” Liz took the ropes back down, eyes scanning the best route to climb higher, “Hey loosen your grips on the ropes, I’m gonna go higher up!” She didn’t wait for a response as she climbed the tangles of old mesh and poles, legs dangling as she gathered momentum to make it to the small intersection of steel beams.

“Liz!”

She took a deep breath, swinging once more towards her destination. She closed her eyes, feeling the wind pass over her as she flew the ten feet, time slowing with the horizontal momentum. The first feeling of her feet landing on the beam and everything sped up, her arms reaching for the first thing she could grab hold of. Heart pounding in her chest, wind blocking out any other sound, a smile growing on her face as she felt herself steady on the intersection. “I did it!” She cried out, howling into the night sky, “Did you see that Danny! I did it! I’ve never jumped it before without stumbling!”

“What!” Danny’s voice higher pitched and farther away, “You’ve climbed this before!” She nodded looking out over the county, the lights from Fall’s End visible from this height, the full moon above her seeming close enough to touch. “Liz! How many times have you done this!” She waved him off, shuffling to the spot she needed to secure the canvas, “LIZ!” She felt the bottom tighten, Danny having secured it while she worked on the last knot. “Get back down here! Now!”

“I’m fine! Stop worrying!” The next best place to tie the other side was a little farther up, with only a single silver pole to grab onto, “I need to get just a tad higher.” Liz’s hands started to shake as she took a few more deep breaths, feet slowly moving along the beam, feeling the rocking of the structure, “You got this. You’ve come this far. You can do this,” she whispered. When she was close enough she wrapped her leg around the pole, hands working as quickly as they could to tie the canvas into place, only made harder with her shaking hands. The swaying grew, Did the wind pick up more speed?, her stomach turning as she finally got it secured, letting out the breath she’d been holding in.

The last corner straightened out, “Okay! Can you come back down now! You’re starting to scare me, Lizzy!” You and me both Danny-boy, the groan of the metal made Liz stiffen, knuckles white as she gripped the pole. “Liz….”

Her eyes went wide as the pole shifted beneath her, Liz screaming as it bent to the left over a mostly open area. There was a small section of the plywood she could try to grab onto if she let go, but looking down at it now, there was no way she could ever manage to make it. The pole stopped, mostly flat, Liz’s heart speeding out of her chest, breathing shallow and quick. “I wanna go home now!” She was going to be sick as the pole finally stopped moving up and down.

“Use your belt to secure yourself!” Danny cried out, “Make sure it’s as tight as you can make it!”

Liz shook her head, the movement making her bury her face into the sleeves of her clothes, “I can’t!”

“You can! Just wrap your legs so you can cross your ankles! Just like Wes taught us! Remember?”

“Okay,” she whispered, “Just like he taught us. Like the playground.” Her legs shook and protested as she moved them into the proper position, ankles crossed. Her thighs gripped the pole hard enough for her to unbuckle the belt she wore, securing it around the pole. “Okay I did it!” Tears stinging her eyes as she shut them tightly, the ground spinning each time she looked, her arms clutching the pole.

“Good! I’m gonna get help! Just stay put!”

“Where else am I going to go Danny!” The wind roared in her ears muffling any sounds from where Danny had been. “Welcome to your life,” she mumbled, “There’s no turning back, even while you sleep, we will find you.” Her breath shaky as sobs wanted to start wracking through her body, “Acting on your best behavior, turn your back on mother nature,” she whined as the pole swayed, “Everybody wants to rule the world.”

“Liz!” Her ears picked up on the not so subtle sound of a megaphone blasting Wes’ voice, “Doin’ okay?”

“I’m hanging over my death! So that’s a no!” This is no time for dumb questions!

“Thought you had no fears?” Danny taunted, Couldn’t resist that one I guess you jerk.

“I have one fear apparently!” The wind blew once more, “Just get me down from here!”

“I will,” Wes assured, “but you gotta get yourself to the beam behind ya.” Are you insane old man?!, “Just slide back,” Get the fire department with the big ladder!.

“Like when we used to play spies, Liz,” Danny interjected, feedback from the megaphone following.

“This isn’t a tree, Danny!” Useless! All of them! All these men are useless!

“You can do it, kid,” Wes encouraged. Fine. Okay, Liz released her grip around the pole, pushing herself back slowly, legs slow in their movements.

“There’s a room where the light won’t find you. Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down,” she stiffened with the gust of wind, Maybe the wrong song choice.

“When they do, I’ll be right behind you,” Wes sang to her, she glanced down to his face, the encouragement clear. He meant it, she just had to trust him, Padre’s not gonna let anything bad happen to you. Liz steeled herself taking a deep breath, starting to move once more. “Atta girl!” Her feet finally touched the beam, “Now just unhook the belt.” She did as she was told, her shaking limbs securing her to the beam. The metal cool against her face as she hugged the beam.

She just needed to rest, they had to be getting something better to get her down, “Now what!”

“He’s gonna meet you halfway,” Danny said, Liz feeling the rattling of the metal. Meet me halfway?! That’s not helpful, can’t be helpful, “Just turn to your right.” Nope fuck you, fuck you, “Lizzy I promise you, just turn to the right.”

“Over ‘ere kid,” Wes called out, Liz turning her head watching him between the hair blowing in her face. His arms were outstretched, waving her down, standing where she started out before needing to go higher. Liz started to push herself up, the wind gluing her back down to the beam, shaking her head. “Lizzy,” he tried again, “You trust me?” Mostly, she nodded, “Need you to sit up.” Slowly she brought herself to a sitting position, “There ya go. Jus’ take your time gettin’ back here.” Her head spun looking down, stomach turning in knots, eyes looking for a way down too quickly for her to focus. Her breathing getting shallower, rapid, oh she was going to be sick, or faint, Would get me to the ground faster if I did right?. Down, she needed down, best way to get down, “Liz,” Wes snapped, his fingers following suit garnering her attention, “Focus.” She nodded, stretching out a leg to the beam across and a bit lower from her.

She could almost reach it, eyes looking upward to a thin pipe. She took a deep breath reaching for it, tugging it for stability, palms sweating. “Just need to hold onto it briefly, just to make it to the other side.” She clenched her jaw, pushing herself off to where she wanted to be, hands grabbing onto the sturdier pieces of metal. From here she could make out the smirk on Wes’ face, hazel eyes still filled with worry, You and me both. She swallowed looking at the distance between the two, even with his arms outstretched she’d have quite a jump.

“Liz, look at me,” her eyes locked with his, “Just jump. I’ll catch you.”

“It’s- I don’t know. It’s still pretty far, Wessy,” she choked out.

“You won’t fall,” he adjusted his stance, planting his feet, “I got you.” Her lip trembled, Alright this is on me and my stupidity. Gotta face it like an activist. She steeled her legs to jump, her foot slipping when they stayed rooted. She shook her head, tears freezing in the wind. “Count of three?” She shook her head fervently, “Yeah. One.” I hate this. One, her legs loosened, “Two.” Two, she swallowed back the shaking, Deep breath, “Three.” Three!, her legs obeyed as they left the safety of the beam. A freefall, soaring away with her body lead and weightless at the same time, her eyes focusing on Wes’ outstretched arms the only guarantee of her safety, her own reaching for him. Slowly, she flew closer, fingertips brushing his.

The impact was sudden and jarring as she gripped onto him, nails digging into the leather jacket, Wes stumbling back two steps, arms encircling her. She gasped, once steady, the sobs starting, burying her face into his chest. He kissed the top of her head, smoothing her hair, “I got you,” repeating through his heavy breathing.

Liz took deep breaths stopping the sobbing, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I know,” Wes kissed her forehead, “Come on. Let’s get down.” She nodded, letting him take the lead, the trip down made easier with the metal work feeling more like a ladder.

Danny quickly had her wrapped in a hug, his own crying wetting her hair, “Don’t ever do that again.” He pulled away hands on her shoulders, his light brown eyes serious as they looked right into hers, “I’m not kidding Liz. Don’t ever do something like this again.”

“I don’t plan on it,” she assured, her breathing finally starting to even out.

Wes cleared his throat, “Save it for solid ground.” The two nodded, following him down the various ladders to the base where stairs finally signaled that the statue met the earth. The three of them collapsed on the benches outside of the base, Liz’s vision no longer feeling as if it was spinning, finally laying down.

“I’m sorry for scaring you both,” she said finally, feeling in control of herself again sitting up.

“I’m sure Padre will agree with me that we’re just glad that you’re safe,” Danny shook his head looking to the sky on his back, legs on either side of the bench like Wes. “Still though: What were you even thinking? You didn’t need to go higher, you acted impulsively and-.”

Wes’ hand reached over covering Danny’s mouth, “Hush.” His eyes flicked over to Liz, “What’d we learn?”

She shifted, sighing, “Don’t go climbing that high without the right equipment.”

Wes shook his head, failing at hiding the smile, “Close enough.”

“No,” Danny protested, “Not close enough. Liz you n-.”

“Danny,” Wes interrupted quickly, shushing him, “calmate.” Liz smiled watching Danny huff, crossing his arms, “She knows better,” Wes’ eyes turned to stare her down, “Right?”

She looked down to her feet, “Yeah. I know better.”

He gave a curt nod, sitting up, “Let’s go home. Gotta beat the wardens.”

Liz’s eyes went wide, “You’re not going to tell them are you?”

The two rushed to keep up as Wes made his way to the truck, “Nope.”

“They’re going to know eventually,” Danny pointed to the canvas poster blowing above, “Liz isn’t exactly subtle.”

“It’s called direct action,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes.

“Well whatever it’s called, it has your signature.”

“Nope,” Wes corrected, loading up his bike into the bed of the truck, “Hurk and Adds already takin’ credit.”

Liz’s mouth fell, “That’s not fair!”

He secured the bike down, “Works in your favor though.”

“A.K.A mom and Dad don’t find out it was you,” Danny’s voice condescending.

“We still need alibis,” Liz mocked, hands on her hips.

“Already got ‘em,” Wes held his hand out for the keys, Danny tossing them over. “Now, get in.”

The two teens squeezed into the old truck, Wes pulling out onto the main road, an old mix tape filling in the brief silence. “There’s one more thing,” Liz started, “How did you get there so fast?” Wes furrowed his brow, “Look, I believe in my brother, don't get me wrong, but no way he’s The Flash.” Danny gave a shrug agreeing, “And no offence but neither are you, Wessy, even with your bike.”

Wes smirked, “I’m not stupid, Liz. Been goin’ on and on ‘bout that new policy.”

“Proposal,” she corrected, “I’m trying to stop it from passing.”

He gave a small eye roll, “Saw the canvas in the garage ‘nd figure only best place to hang it was ol’ Joe.”

“Just lucky that you guessed the right night,” Danny rolled his eyes at Liz’s assumption.

“Amatures,” he chuckled, “Used to sneak out all the time. Knowin’ you, kid, tonight was perfect.” He looked over to the both of them, “Good effort, but two out of ten. Docked for my heart attack.”

#brotp: prepare for trouble n make it double #x3: pqnld #lizette eden oc #Kate thank you as always for letting me borrow your boy!#but look okay I promise I am trying to get other stuff done its just....too angsty for me right now I guess

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Miraculous Rewrite- Queen Maman

Alya’s had a lot of fun episodes this season

“-THE FUCK YOU ARE!” We start the episode cold on Nora Cesaire. Hands on her hips and surpruisngly not in her wrestling costume, in a normal looking button-up flannel, jeans and a vest, looking like a real lesbian here. (I’m a lesbian i can say that -Vega) and glaring down at Alya.

“What’s the problem?!” Alya counters “We’ll have Viperion on standby in case something goes wrong and we’re ALL gonna be doing it together! There’s like thirteen of us now! We’ve got numbers on our side AND the element of surprise!” Alya pulls out her phone, and brings up a picture of the Heist Wall “I’ve been working on this thing since the Miracle Box got stolen! I’ve planned everything out! I just need you to-”

“I am NOT covering for you and enabling your suicidal heist!” Nora interrupts. “Those other teammates of yours might have families that are okay with all of this but I refuse to be! As your ‘Secret Keeper’ AND as your Sister I have to look out for you! And that includes telling you when you’re being insane!”

“This isn’t insane! We can’t afford to let the Old Order keep hold of the Miracle Box! It’s only luck so far that they haven’t used the Miraculous’ inside against us! What happens when an Akuma is given like, I dunno, the OX while they’re akumatized?! Akumas with Miraculous are RIDICULOUSLY dangerous!”

“All the more reason to not let you get involved, Hawkmoth or whoever could just as easily use the damn things themselves and where would you be?”

Alya is about to speak again but Nora puts her hands on her shoulders “Pipsqueak, you either tell Mom and Dad the truth, or I will. If you’re so set on this stupid heist, you face the music yourself.”

Alya huffs and looks away, expression pinched. “Fine. Some support you are.”

“Some sister I am.” Nora is unflappable as she forces Alya into a hug. “I feel like it’s not too out there to not want my little sister to end up dead in the Seine because she picked a fight with a supervillain, pipsqueak.”

Queue Intro

“So remind me, The arrival of spring is no longer the new year?” We start on Fidde munching on a treat as he’s sat on Felix’s desk. Felix is filling out uni applications as they chat.

“Nope. New Year’s is in the middle of winter now. They co-opted the Springtime new year as a day of mockery, to make fun of the Pagans that still celebrated it. Kinda messed up, but it was before my time.”

“How tragic…” Fidde huffs “Humans can be in equal measures cruel and kind.”

“Tell me about it.” Felix rolls his eyes “This family alone-” there’s a knock on the door

“Dinner!”

“Ah.” Felix opens his vest pocket and Fiddle zips in. “Coming!”

Once outside we finally get to see Aunt Lucia, she’s a generally normal looking woman with russet brown hair and a wide smile. Felix clearly takes after his father, but inherited his mother’s steel grey eyes. Adrien is happily sat at the dinner table, looking like the novelty of eating family dinners has yet to fade for him.

Felix huffs with a small grin and slides into his chair. “Alright, what are we having?”

“Stir-Fry!” Adrien chirps excitedly and DreadTM passes over Felix’s face.

“Adrien’s never had it and we figured it would be fun to pass on the family recipe.” Uncle Micheal speaks up as an explanation.

“Family recipe nothing you came up with it with Uncle Gabriel when you were twelve.” Felix groans. “We’re French we don’t HAVE traditional stir fry we didn’t invent it. You’re embarrassing me.”

But Felix’s caterwauling falls on deaf ears as the rest of them dig in. Felix grabs just the smallest bit of sauce and pours it atop his rice before eating just that, cats tongue after all.

“So Adrien, did my brother ever tell you about this recipe?” Micheal fishes, though it’s obvious what the answer would be.

“Not really-” Adrien chuckles. “We had a private chef, so everything was fancy gourmet, but they don’t know how to SEASON! I had like one sleepover with Marinette and nearly cried for how damn good everything was!” He gestures dramatically at the plate “And this! This is great! I don’t know how Father DOESN’T miss everything about this!”

He takes another bite but looks away. “How did you and father come up with this? The ingredients feel so random! How’d you know they’d work?”

“We didn’t. I had to promise Gabe he could have my dessert for the next week if he taste tested for me.”

“He still does that by the way.” Lucia brings up “You have no idea how many sweets he bribed MY SON with to get him to do extra chores.”

“MOM!”

“...Father likes sweets?” And suddenly the air is awkward again.

“Well, he used to.” Micheal responds after a beat. “Gabe had quite the sweet tooth, but for all I know he ruined his own appetite for them long ago.” he shrugs as if it’s not a big deal, but his expression is tight. “Anyway, heard your Mother’s sister was living with you all too, how has she been?”

“Dear,” Lucia puts a hand on his shoulder. “Not the time. Let Adrien enjoy his first Agreste Family Stir Fry.”

“It’s not a Family recipe we’re French-” Felix cuts in again, but this time laughter cuts HIM off in return.

Adrien makes eye contact with Uncle Micheal, who's still sending him a worried look. ‘Later’ he mouths.

We cut from this scene to enter Marinette's room, she’s clearly taking a much needed break from all of… this… and doing some designing.

“-I mean with everything going on I feel like this should be a non-issue! At least for me, the answer is simple, I don't have time for that kind of stuff, I have to be the next Guardian. I have a team to co-lead, or lead-lead if Adrien isn’t ready to be ready yet. And The Old Order is still toying with us and you can really TELL that they’re toying with us! And I’m pretty sure Miss Sancour is keeping the butterfly for the next while for how many times we’ve had people talking about Monarcha. And From there then the question is where is M. Agreste and what is he doing with the peacock? And what about the Miracle Box? Alya has a heist planned but will that even pan out? What about the whole ‘my Ex is in love with Chloe’ thing? Should I be jealous? We only broke up with the intention of ‘later when this is all over’ does that mean I should be jealous?” She stitches up a seam. “So why would everything with Prince Ali’s Akuma be an issue?” She closes her eyes and sighs “I just don’t have the time for all of this anymore, Tikki. I’m not gonna stand in their way.”

We cut to Tikki, halfway through a cookie, looking a little overwhelmed at the sheer amount of info Marinette just vented onto her.

“Dang girl, and here I thought I was going through a lot.” Marinette jumps, and looks up; sure enough, Rena Rogue is hanging upside down by her legs through the rooftop hatch in her ceiling, looking the slightest bit concerned for her first friend in Paris. “I may not exactly be your Secret Keeper anymore, but you can still come to me.”

The moment she lands on the ground, Marinette rushes forward and envelops the girl in a hug, and Tikki joins for a cheek hug.

“It’s been awhile since it was just you and me, hasn’t it? Alya Marinette and Tikki versus the forces of evil!” Marinette happily responds. “Here, help me with this?” Alya detransforms and strides over to the project holding it in place as Marinette cuts and sews. “So why were YOU coming over?”

“I was running the Heist Stuff by Nora for her to cover for me and she flipped her lid.” Marinette humms sympathetically as Alya continues. “Says this whole thing is way too dangerous-”

“To be fair sneaking into enemy territory to steal priceless artifacts IS pretty dangerous.”

“-And she threatened to rat me out to my parents if I don't tell them myself!” Now that makes Marinette look up, she blinks in shock “Yeah! Really!”

“Wow that’s-”

“Completely unreasonable I know!” “Surprisingly proactive of her-” they both say at once.

“Huh?” Alya stops.

“Well-!” Marinette pulls away, blushing slightly in embarrassment. “It’s not like this is completely unheard of! I mean-” Marinette laughs “Remember when my dad found out about all of this?”

Alya snorts “Ohhh Papa! We are your faithful little Wolf Pack!” she dramatically proclaims. “Ahh I’m gonna miss Multimouse.” Marinette laughs in turn. “But seriously, my parents can NOT find out about this. Mom would go BALLISTIC.”

“Any more Ballistic than getting akumatized?”

“MAYBE!”

Marinette sighs. “But do you really wanna try and call Nora’s bluff, if there’s anyone that doesn’t bluff it’s your sister.” Alya grumbles and Trixx floats down near her.

“If it helps I can confirm that your sister is a terrible liar Alya, if she said she’s going to do it she probably will.”

“....Wait Nora sucks that hard at lying?” Marinette asks “Then why did you ask her to be your-”

“She’s not THAT bad Trixx can just sniff out a liar from the next city over.” Alya waves her off. “But I do have to worry about if she was bluffing or not. That much is still a problem.”

“...Do you want me to come with? So if you do choose to tell them yourself you can do so with Ladybug Herself there to back you up?”

Alya laughs slightly and prods Marinette’s cheek affectionately “Gee just throwin’ yourself to the wolves like that for me? What a good friend you are- Nah I’ve got it Mari. You’ve got some Adrien and Kagami shit to go through.” Marinette scowls and grabs a nearby pillow to throw at Alya.

We cut a little into the future, just enough to see Alya heading to the Grand Paris, clearly ready to call her sister’s bluff and return to heist work. But just as she hits the call elevator button, she hears it-

“Alya?” sure enough it’s who else but Mme Cesaire. “What’re you doing here?”

Caught, Alya spins around to face her mother, a hand raised in a nervous wave. “Mama, hi! I was here to work on a project…”

“With who? The only kids I know that live here are the boss’s girls, and since you switched schools, you’re not in class with them anymore.”

Alya winced.

Marlena presses forward. “A hotel is no place for a teenager to just run around in, sweetie, you should head back home.”

“Mama, I didn’t say it was a school project, and Chloe and Amber are my friends.”

“Sweetie,” Marlena sighs, in that ‘disappointed parent way’ too. “I can always tell when you’re lying.” Alya stiffens as she puts her hand on her shoulder. “You’ve been spending a lot of time away from the house lately, Nora moved out months ago and yet I'm more likely to see her at home with the girls than you. What’s going on lately?”

“Nothing! I’m just hanging out with my friends!”

“So you’re shoving your responsibilities onto Nora to goof off with your friends?” there’s a hard edge to Marlene’s words now. And Alya freezes up, realizing she got caught in a trap. Just as that sinks in the bell dings and the elevator doors open; immediately, she darts inside.

“Alya, hang on don’t just-” But Alya’s rapidly pressing the ‘door close’ button, and just as it closes,

“Trixx transform me!” the flash of light fades just as the door closes on a shocked Marlena Cesaire.

By the time Alya reaches the basement she slams open the door to see Chloe being the only other person here, still looking through her notes on the Grimoire.

“What bit you in the foxtail, Cesaire?”

Alya looks at Chloe before collapsing on the couch. “I’m gonna get grounded until the end of time.”

“Cool, I get your Miraculous when you’re dead. Come over here I think I’ve finally made some damn progress on the translations-”

Alya raises her head up to look at Chloe, still scribbling into her notebook. “Since when are you the one whose entirely eyes on the prize?”

“None of your business, you wanna see this or not?”

Alya huffs and gets up, skulking over to Chloe’s side and collapsing. “Okay what is it?”

“So You told me that the last ingredient of the Sea Potion was ‘a tear of happiness’ and it was like, literal, yeah?”

“Yeah..?”

“So I’ve been looking at this thing all wrong, been trying to translate it into a language I don’t speak and THEN into French, I don’t know jack shit about Chinese, so lately i’ve been just trying to look at it as though the code were made with French in mind instead, and turns out this thing DEFINITELY had magic involved in making it because I SWEAR the whole thing started shifting in front of me, look at this-” she gestures toward a line of code “It kinda takes a second but if you squint at it and pretend it’s in French it starts to kinda make sense!”

Alya squints at it for a moment.

“Chloe, are you sure it’s not just because you’ve got the Miraculous of Communication that it’s making sense for you?”

Chloe blinks. “Oh my god.”

“Remember that whole thing about Miraculouses rubbing off on their wielders?” Alya continues, Chloe pitches backward hand over her face, still clearly shocked.

“Yeah It kind of just occurred to me too, I used to be as much of a shit liar as Nora, and yet here I am.” Though it seems the reality of the situation hit her again as she collapsed beside Chloe, her own hand over her eyes. “Ohhhh my godddddd Mom is going to kill me…”

“You never said what happened.”

“She caught me in a lie, I had to tell her the truth.”

“Yikes… and then you just left?”

“...I might have transformed in the elevator.”

“Haha I’d worry about MARINETTE killing you.” Alya’s eyes snap open.

“Oh my god Marinette’s gonna kill me too!”

Then the walls begin to shake, the hotel itself trembling-

Before the ceiling is torn away from the girls as the hotel above them stands up and walks away.

“....Oh Marinette is DEFINITELY gonna kill me.”

Hard cut to Marinette watching the Hotel pick itself up and walk away from her balcony. “I’m gonna kill that girl.”

Tikki giggles and pats her cheek “No you won’t.” Marinette sighs “No I won’t.”

“Besides how are we so sure that this is due to Alya’s actions? That could be a hotel guest aggravated at something petty or a staff member upset with their treatment!”

“I get it-”

“And furthermore, if Mme Cesaire is the akuma victim than we have to consider her profession as WELL as her motherly status-”

“I GET it Tikki.”

We cut away from a sheepish Tikki and a transformation to visit Alix as she’s skating a short distance away from the Louvre. She’s clearly feeling better from her illness that kept her from taking part in Truthmaker, and she may or may not be using her typical skate route as a way to patrol without being transformed. That patrol is halted in its place when the ground shakes and she grabs a streetlamp to not roll onto her feet. Her eyes look up at the sky and sure enough--

Le Grand Paris has been transformed and warped into a walking palace of sorts, akin to that of a certain moving castle that belonged to someone who’s name is the sound a wolf makes, and heading in the direction of where she KNOWS Alya’s apartment is.

“...Are you kidding me?”

Jabberwocky - ok who turned the hotel into something out of a ghibli movie

EarnedMyStripes - Alya did

FoxxyLady - NOT ON PURPOUSE

EarnedMyStripes - SHE TRANSFORMED INFRONT OF HER MOM BC HER SISERbogsosohdg

Bugaboo - Well those two squabble, who’s available for this one?

Jabberwocky - I’m coming there’s no way i’m NOT coming this is hilarious

HissHiss - not sure if i can get away, we’re like half out of the city right now running from the cops

HissHiss - Again

Pawesome - That’s like, the fifth time in the last two months, isn’t it?

Toitle - Luka, is your mom like, OKAY?

HissHiss - [shrug emoji]

DragonLady - I can be there shortly.

EarnedMyStripes - Wow Kagami can come? Shocker

DragonLady - Your sarcasm is greatly unappreciated.

Chiron - Kim’s at a swim meet, likely unable to even receive these messages until he’s done.

BuzzBuzz - Hey guys…?

BuzzBuzz - [Attachment: A view from within the moving palace]

EarnedMyStripes - …Shit.

We zoom out from the chat and focus on Amber herself, still looking out the window, and we see that one of her hands has been gripping the windowsill to keep herself upright with every thundering footstep. With the chat coming to a close as the team is set into motion, she transforms and begins to search through the halls of the palace. It’s a bit of a chaotic jumble; some halls are normal, some seem to lead to dead ends, and there are some spots where there’s gaps in the floor that you could fall miles down before reaching the ground again.

Eventually she reaches a huge amphitheatre with a screen projected along an entire wall to show the palace’s forward march. And standing at the helm, steering the goliath is a queen. Or at least she looks the part of a queen. Shiny glass-like skin, spooled doll’s hair cascading over her shoulders, and a small silver crown resting atop her head, her fine dress not a single wrinkle within as she steers the palace. Bellflower gets ready to confront her, but she turns and smiles at her.

“Ahh! Another hero, who might you be? Not to worry darling, Queen Maman will keep you safe.” She snaps her fingers and pipes and wires burst front he walls of the palace attempting to ensnare Bellflower, she does pretty damn well at dodging them, weaving in and out of targets before getting up in Queen Maman’s face, but the Queen grabs her and throws her aside with an unexpected strength, Bellflower is about to throw out the trompo when the Queen’s power without her monster becomes evident, and from the place where the Queen grabbed her glowing silver chains wrap around Bellflower’s torso, her limbs, and finally covering her mouth. Sound familiar Amber?

“Don’t worry you busy little bee, your new maman will make sure you never get hurt again. But I wonder-” she walks over and fingers the comb in Bellflower’s hair. “I wonder who it is that is waiting up at night for you little one, Who are your parents that they let you endanger yourself? Bellflower, what useless family am I saving you from in taking you in?” She pulls slightly at the comb, not enough to dislodge it, but Bellflower shuts her eyes and tries to wriggle away, however before Queen Maman can finish the action there’s a ‘sproing’ noise, like a cartoon spring sound effect, and in a comedy shot we immediately cut to a pullback shot where Semmix is just landing a kick to Queen Maman’s side, sending the both of them falling.

“What is with parent Akumas trying to poach other people’s kids?” Semmix huffs, getting to her feet quickly and slinging her umbrella over her shoulder. “First that ‘Father Knows Best’ guy and now this? What’s gonna be next? A Big Sister Akuma? Oh wait, Hecate.” Semmix shakes her head. “Whatever, let’s fight.”

Queen Maman looks at Semmix in surprise, but a new glowing chain is held in her grasp, and with a snap of her fingers, the ones binding Bellflower are collected by the moving pipes and wires to hang aloft in the air, preventing the hero from easily breaking free for the moment.

The first throw of the chains at Semmix in a whip-like fashion is met with a block by opening her umbrella, leaving them to clatter to the ground. In the moment it takes the akuma to recoil the new strand of chains for a second whipping out, Semmix darts to the side and zips forward, umbrella shut again and jabbed out like a fencing sword (more showings of Kagami’s instruction) at the Queen’s shoulder, then ducking low and behind the woman to send a second jab at her hip.

When the akuma rages, Semmix does a couple quick backflips out of her range, preparing for round two.

But just as she’s about to lunge in again a flash of red and yellow appears at her side.

“Your parrys have improved.” Ryuuko humms as she gets into position beside her.

“Gotta get better eventually.” Semmix quips back, but there’s clear pride and delight on her face at the compliment.

“Indeed.” Ryuuko and Semmix raise their sword and umbrella up in unison in the cliched but awesome image of being centered with the face split by the weapon, and charge forward again.

As the two begin to fend off Queen Maman together, Bellflower watches from her spot hanging in the chain cocoon, wiggling and squirming in the hopes of getting loose. There’s still no sign of the chains budging, in fact the only aspect that seems to budge are the wires and pipes holding her up and oh shit, oh no--

The cocoon slips from the grasp of the mechanics, but before she can reach the ground the hard way there’s the sound of a yoyo zipping through the air and Ladybug catching her under one arm. The two land on a little upper section of the amphitheatre, and sure enough Chat Noir and Rena Rogue are present up there, too.

“You gonna be okay, Rena?” Chat leans in to ask her quietly. Rena takes a breath and nods.

“Yeah, Yeah I’ll be fine.”

“Good. Any ideas Ladybug?”

“Gimme a minute I just got here.” She huffs and sets Bellflower down before starting to tug at the chains, they don’t pull away unfortunately.

“Bell, do you know where the Akuma is? Nod or shake-” Bellflower shakes her head.

She gives another tug to the chains. “Ugh… Chat do you mind?”

“Not a problem m’Ladybug, hold still m’Bee. Cataclysm!” carefully, he taps the edge of the chains, as to not accidentally brush up against Bellflower, but just as the chains turn to black and crumble away, un-gagging Bellflower the walls around them creak to life, and the wires and pipes burst forth again, very nearly ensnaring the group as they were taken off guard.

Rena pulls out her flute and out of reflex seems about to reel back and throw it at the Akuma but hesitates after a moment and instead swings it out to bat away a pipe heading for her.

“I think I’ve got an idea!” Rena shouts as ladybug summons Lucky Charm, the item falling into her hands being a T-Shirt Cannon. “Ryuuko! Semmix! Fall back!”

“What?!” Semmix barely parries another grab by Queen Maman “Come on! We’re just getting started!”

“I gotta face the music Sem. I’m the one who messed up and I gotta face that.” she sheaths her flute. But when she grabs at Ladybug’s wrist, one can barely notice her squeezing her wrist in a significant way, a.. Patterned way. Ladybug’s eyes widened a bit.

“I’ve got this.”

The hesitation in the fight unfortunately doesn’t mean Queen Maman stops, so she was able to grab hold of Ryuuko briefly and dammit, now here SHE was just as cocooned as Bellflower had been. Semmix was only barely able to grab her and clear away before she was also grabbed.

Ryuuko is… VERY aggravated. But unfortunately she’s stuck.

Rena approaches Queen maman, and Queen Maman freezes upon looking at her.

“Hey, so… This is kinda on me isn’t it?” she chuckles nervously and tugs at a strand of loose hair. “Being so upset you got akumatized… I didn’t-I didn’t know what to say, so I thought it might be better to just show you, but this whole thing was just one big Mirage, wasn’t it? I’m sorry.” The tip of her flute that begins to glow is positioned behind her back, and forming behind Queen Maman is a tall figure, large and in charge; Nora.

“See? Like I said! I KNEW they wouldn’t be okay with this! Dammit, any parent worth their ANYTHING wouldn’t be okay with this.” (hard cut to Ladybug putting something together in the background looking TiredTM)

It seems as though everything Queen Maman is trying to be upset by is being quickly and easily eclipsed by Nora, who is just letting Rena HAVE it (while still carefully not saying any names) effectively wearing Queen Maman out as it buys time for the plan.

Soon enough Ladybug turns around with Chat’s staff wrapped with her Yoyo Wire loaded into the T-shirt cannon, and fires. The staff rockets through the air and hits the screen projecting the outside world, the yoyo wire trailing out with it and the yoyo itself being held by Ryuuko (pressing it between her neck and shoulder, still tied up as she is).

“Now!”

Ryuuko lets out a series of mumbles that sounds enough like ‘Stormbringer’ for it to activate. Ryuuko turns to lightning and zips along the line, bouncing into the screen and causing it (and all the wires and pipes in the room) to short circuit. As the room lights up around them Queen Maman finally shouts

“STOP PICKING ON HER NORA IT’S NOT THAT BIG A DEAL!” Which is, of course what was expected/desired as an umbrella swings through Nora’s form, dissipating the Mirage as Semmix makes a swipe for her. Just as she goes Queen Maman grabs her arm, the chains immediately wrapping around her, but-

“Swarm! Get me in close!” Bellflower is quicker, carried on her cloud of bees she zips right by and snatches the tiara from the Queen’s head, throwing it to Ladybug, who quickly smashes it on the ground.

Ladybug cats Miraculous Ladybug, and as the ladybug’s sweep the area they search for the fan spoke, eventually finding it at the very base of the steering wheel of the walking palace. Then Black Cat Plague sweeps the world as well.

After the danger passes and a solid fistbump is shared, Rena quickly pulls away and returns to her mother’s side.

Mme Cesaire reaches up and pets at Rena’s multicolored hair. “Alya… My little Alya.”

“Not so little anymore Mama.” She grabs her hand and holds it in both of hers. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to freak you out I just didn’t know what to say-”

“I understand, honey. It must be a difficult thing to admit, after keeping a secret as you have.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Oh I am furious. But with all the things children get up to nowadays, to find out the only thing my girl ever does is sneak out so she can go HELP people, I can’t hold onto it for very long.” She hugs her.

“..But you’re still grounded.”

“That’s fair.”

But we cut away from this lovely little mother-daughter sequence to post back on that lore we were messing around with earlier.

Alya is present, but through a video screen. She’s grounded, after all, but her mother understands enough that she needs to be present for the hero meetings. Everyone else is gathered up in the little couch hangout space, but Alix is standing, raising the practice rapier and trying to demonstrate the moves she’d used in the fight.

“I TOTALLY rocked this time, I’m telling ya! I’m getting better and better even without having a power to rely on like the rest of you lot!” She declares proudly, only to scramble into a defense when Kagami approaches with a rapier of her own. “Woah hey!”

“Then you have no reason not to keep practicing.”

Chloe clears her throat; she’s sitting beside Amber with an arm slung around her sister’s shoulders, clearly just the slightest bit worried after that fight and how similar the capture style the Queen had was to another Queen, but there’s something else that’s pressing. “So, Alya pointed out something when I was trying to check how the grimoire translations were going. I thought… it was just changing the longer we looked at it, but she pointed out… I have the Kwami of Communication.”

“It’s translating for you?” Marinette questioned, eyes widening. “Because of the magic the Kwamis have?”

Chloe bobbed her head in response, glancing over to watch Alix try to fend off attacks from Kagami with amusement for a second, then refocusing. “So with that in mind, I’m gonna be trying to focus completely on translating it. I’ve got the best shot right now, even if I can’t get it perfect.”

The group is cut off by laughter from the video feed.

“So that’s why Marinette’s been on a crafting spree.”

“What? I have not!!”

Luka, Adrien, and Kim all hold up various crafted items; even Kagami pauses in the spar with Alix to fish out her phone and show the charm now dangling off the side.

“Also explains why Adrien’s been on a self destructive Spiral-HEYOO” Nino pumps his fist which Adrien responds to by tackling him. “Wow Wayzz IS rubbing off I barely felt that!” he chirps from his position on the ground.

“And why you’re a better liar now than you used to be, Alya.” Marinette counters, pointing triumphantly at the screen Alya’s on.

“You only said that ‘cuz I can’t throw a pillow at you right now.”

“I got your back!” Kim responds, pulling Marinette into a headlock.

As Marinette’s being choked she lifts up a hand, her voice croaky “If anyone else has some idea of what might be rubbing off on them from their Miraculous, keep track of it, Kwami don’t get used as long as we’ve been using them so its possible even THEY don’t know how this whole thing is rubbing off on us.”

Adrien pokes up from where he’s wrestling Nino “Oh yeah, and maybe write it down somewhere in case we’ll need to investigate further.”

“I swear to god if we become pseudo magical beings at the end of all of this I’m filing a formal complaint.” Alix closes us on.

#Miraculous rewrite #Miraculous Ladybug #mod vega #mod aimee #Rewrite #Queen Maman

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years ago

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Survey #451

“taste the waste of their god’s grace & spit your hate upon your young”

Who are you subscribed to on YouTube? A shitload of people. Do you like to go to the farmer's market? Yeah, sure. What will (or was) the color of your wedding dress be? Probably black. What's your favorite melon? I don't really like melons, actually. What was the name of the last pet of yours that died? Teddy. :( When was the last time you wished the day would just get over with? Literally every day. Seriously. It's funny, I dread fighting to sleep at night, but I also just want it to be time to sleep so time will pass. My life is just so fucking boring that I just... wait for something exciting to happen. Name one person you've never had a fight with: Tez. What are you currently listening to? "Sex Metal Barbie" by In This Moment. What would you rather have: cat or dog? I prefer cats. Who is your least favorite person in real life? Probably my sister's husband. Do you ever watch anybody's live stream of... anything, really? I'll sometimes watch live let's plays. Does your house have security cameras? No. If you go grey as you age, would you dye your hair or let it be? I'll be dyeing it. What was the last establishment you stopped going to due to bad service? What happened? I'm not sure. What soundtrack do you listen to the most? Silent Hill 2's, definitely. Was there a family secret you weren’t told about until you were an adult? I don't know if it's really a secret, but I didn't know until this year that my dad did some really dangerous drugs before us kids were born. Do you have an opinion most people you meet seem to disagree with you? Yes. What’s something you like to have many options to choose from? Food, ha ha. Feels great to have a full kitchen after a grocery trip. What’s the strangest decorative object you own? Nothing "strange" to me. What’s a thing you couldn’t imagine doing with your life right now? One biggie is having a baby. I just... could not imagine. My life would plummet. What’s been your proudest moment? Graduating in the top percentile in my high school graduating class. What’s the filthiest non-pornographic movie you’ve seen? Omfg, Sausage Party. That movie was so gross. Do you know anyone who doesn't seem to be fond of animals? Thankfully, no. I don't even think I could befriend someone who doesn't like animals. Are you planning any outings or trips anytime soon? Whereabouts? No. Do you know anyone who has a phobia of a certain animal? Yeah, like me with whale sharks. Is there a particular brand of technology/electronics that you prefer? Not really, no. Is there a singer whose voice gives you goosebumps/chills? Amy Lee's. And is there a singer whose voice you simply can't stand? Yeah, such as Bob Dylan. Are there any authors that are particularly dominant on your bookshelf? Tui T. Sutherland, but only because I read their series Wings of Fire. Have you seen any photographs or videos that made you smile today? I'm sure on Facebook at some point. Which item in your fridge are you most looking forward to consuming? Does the freezer count? If so, this Healthy Choice grilled chicken pesto bowl I have in there. I am like addicted to them. Has anyone you know got into a new relationship lately? I don't know. If you menstruate, do you experience much PMS prior to it? It varies month-to-month. Have you ever had a tattoo covered up or added to? I had my Markiplier tattoo essentially redone by a better artist. I also plan on getting my "ohana" tat covered, as well as my "how rare and beautiful it is to even exist" one (I adore the quote, but it's not an original design, which I don't like having anymore), and I want to move and redesign my "perfectly flawed" one because I want a bigger tattoo in its location. Can you remember the last time you had a sudden change of mind? Yeah; I'm pretty sure I like-like my friend Girt now, something I was never entirely sure about. When was the last time you did something on a whim? *shrug* Were you raised by both of your parents? If not, then who raised you? Well, I guess both, but Dad didn't do a lot of the teaching part about life and stuff. Have you ever began a relationship with someone you knew for less than a week? No. Has one of your friends ever tried to ‘hook you up?’ Yes. Colleen tried that with me and Girt and only succeeded in making us very uncomfortable. She said something I wanted to slap her for that I won't repeat. What is your card game of choice? Magic: The Gathering. What is your favourite books series? I think my favorite series of all time was the Shiloh trilogy. I adored both the books and movies. Do you prefer landmarks or street names when being given directions? You'd better give me landmarks, ha ha. Do you read the prologues in the beginnings of books? Of course. What was your favourite gym class moment? There're such things as GOOD gym memories in school? Do you think that ocean boardwalks are fun? Yes. Do you dread when people ask you to sign their yearbooks? No, I always thought it was very flattering that they even wanted mine. Do you have a favourite Scooby-Doo movie? The Phantom Virus one. I had the video game as a kid, too. Could never beat the damn thing. Do you think it’s cute when toddlers try to run away and fall down? No? I don't like seeing children - or anyone - fall. Do you enjoy listening to your grandparents tell stories of their past? So, this really only happened once, and it was coincidentally the day I learned of her pancreatic cancer, but before Mom told me. I had an assignment to interview someone of an older generation about how various sources of media affected their lives, like the development of TV and such, and she really got into it. It was very interesting to learn about. Do you have a crush on someone? I guess I do idfk. If so... what does his/her name begin with? "D." What attracts you to them? More than anything, the fact he's been there for me without fail. Both single and when I was with Jason and he was interested in me, he's just... been there and has made an effort since high school to be in my life in one way or another. Do they know that you like them? Not anymore, no. We dated for a few months, but I broke up with him because he felt more like my brother, so I would assume he doesn't think I do. Maybe he still is family to me. I really don't know what I feel. If they don't know, why didn't you tell them? I might at some point, idk. We just haven't talked in a while. Name two people that you miss: Jason and Megan. Have you ever seen Titanic? When I was in the hospital, yes. Everyone was crying, lmao. Have you ever swam with dolphins? No, but I would. When was the last time you had a stomachache? Now. Mother Nature finally visited me after three whole fucking months and is v angry. What's going to bed early for you? Like 7:00. Do you want to have a big family in the future? Of pets! Human kids ain't for me. What was the last thing you did that gave you a rush? Hell if I know. Favorite Nicholas Cage movie? Ghost Rider. Have you had your Covid vaccine yet? Which one, if you have? Yes. I got Moderna. If you've had your vaccine, did you experience any side effects? I did on my second dosage. I was OUT of it the day afterwards, but then I was fine. What's the next item of clothing that you intend to buy for yourself? I need new bras badly. What Facebook groups have you found the most helpful? It's called "Not Just A Pet Rock (Python regius)" and is a group for advanced ball python husbandry. It is very informative, but I will say there is a SHITLOAD of very rude elitists. Do you like your butt? Why or why not? NO because it's a PANCAKE and I want CAKE. Have you ever personally been a victim of homophobia? I personally think so. When Sara visited and we were trying to go to my older sister's so she especially could meet her, Ash entirely ignored Mom's messages. I know her homophobic husband well enough to nearly be able to guarantee he didn't want us coming over because the kids "don't need to see that." Ash kinda does what Nick says, so... you know. Do you think you’d be happier if you had a pet? I know I'm happier with pets. Who was the last person you went on a date with? Sara. Were you ever hospitalized as a little kid? No. What’s your favorite way to curl your hair? It's too short to do that. At what age did you start swearing? However old I was in 7th grade. What is something you physically can’t do? Clean up vomit lkdsjal;sdkjfa;lkwd. I can't clean up my pet's or even my own. I literally can't. My mom has to. What do like better, apples or oranges? Apples. I don't like oranges. Around the holidays, do you hope for snow? Yes!!! What are your top two favorite bands? Ozzy Osbourne and Metallica. How many people do you 100% trust? Like two. Maybe. Do you care what others think about you? Way too much. Has anyone ever called you a bitch? My grandmother has. Did you watch Teletubbies when you were younger? Omg yes, I was obsessed. Do you have any licenses other than your driver's license? I don't even have that. Could you live the rest of your life without eating meat? No. Not because I don't want to, because I do, but I would have an extreme protein deficit if I did that. Besides meat, I don't like enough protein-rich foods. Have you ever had a rolling backpack? Yes. Did you make any money today? I haven't made any money in a very, very long time. I'm only ever paid when someone hires me to take pictures for them. What was the highest place you've ever jumped from? I don't know. Definitely not very high. Have you ever gone swimming in a river? Yes. What was the last souvenir someone got you? I have zero clue. Do you have a favorite remix of a song? Hm. Perhaps this techno-y remix of "Psychosocial" by Slipknot. I don't know for sure, though. What do you think is the most saddest sounding instrument? Either the violin or piano. Do you really pay attention to the ratings on movies? Nope. Do you have a favorite species of wild cat (tiger/lion/cougar/etc.)? Probably clouded leopards aesthetics, but I think lions overall. If you had $500,000, what would you do with it? Pay off school debt as well as help Mom with various financial issues, buy new glasses, buy Mom and I a new house and car, get Venus a great tank with all the optimal supplies, get LOADS of tattoos, donate to various charities, adopt a few specific pets, travel to Yellowstone, get laser hair removal on my legs and teeth whitening... There are a lot of possibilities. Did the last person you touched lips with have a kid? Just scaly ones. :') "First loves are never really over." Is this true for you? Yeeeep... Did you like Michael Jackson before he died? I didn't really have an opinion on him. I know/like a couple songs, sure. What are some things that would make you break up with someone? If they became abusive, started doing drugs, acted arrogantly, didn't understand my mental conditions and were unwilling to be emotionally supportive, stuff like that. What was the worst breakup you've ever had? Ha, the one with Jason. For. Fucking. Sure.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''degrade'' by 3teeth

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echodrops · 4 years ago

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Home and a Half Pidge Headcanons

An ask I got yesterday reminded me that I never posted the HaaH headcanons for Pidge like I promised, so here they are! (I’ll answer the actual ask as soon as I can with some new material instead of headcanons I already had written... oops...)

Anyway, without further ado, some headcanons for Pidge related to my fic Home and a Half!

Pidge:

- Grew up in the picture of the nuclear family: mom, dad, two kids, dog, nice upper-middle-class house in a quiet neighborhood, dinner on the table at 7:30pm on the dot… Of all the paladins, Pidge had the most stable and “average” childhood… at least on paper.

- In reality, there is not a single person in the Holt family who isn’t eccentric as fuck. Grandma Holt? May or may not still be an active intelligence agent for MI6. The dog? Woofs in Morse code. Auntie Ariana? Has actually seen the Jersey Devil. Colleen Holt? Has killed a man. If you ask Pidge, she’ll say that her upbringing was perfectly normal and she’ll genuinely mean it, but this is a consequence Pidge having no idea what “normal” even means.

Rest under the read more to save your dash:

- Not actually a girly-girl when she was young. Although they’re eight years apart and thus unlikely to be mistaken for one another, very early on Pidge got frustrated by how similar she and Matt look, and she definitely did not want to wear his tacky hand-me-down clothes, so she pitched a royal fit and insisted on wearing dresses and hairbands so that her family would have to buy Pidge all her own things. (They probably would have bought them anyway if she’d just asked calmly, but Pidge was three at the time, and they were all very impressed by her grasp of cause and effect.)

- Of course, when Matt disappeared on the ill-fated Kerberos trip, those tacky hand-me-downs ended up being some of the most important items in Pidge’s life. Even outside of infiltrating Garrison, wearing Matt’s old clothes was one of the few comforts Pidge would allow herself—when she cut her hair and put on his baggy shirts, for a second, looking in a mirror, she could almost convince herself he was still there—

- Pidge has no intention of changing the way she dresses or styles her appearance until she’s reunited with Matt and her father. After that? Well, they may not be the coolest looking things ever, but Matt does have a point that baggy t-shirts are very comfy…

- And okay, because I’m sure everyone expected this headcanon first: Pidge and gender is a surprisingly uncomplicated subject. Side note before I go further: I’m sure everyone has their own headcanons for this and none of what I say here should be taken as rejecting or invalidating any other fan’s views on Pidge. The only thing invalid in the Voltron fandom is canon. Anyway, I personally like to imagine that Pidge is very ambivalent on gender. There is so much else going on—the war, Sam and Matt being missing, freaking giant robot space cats—that sitting down and sorting out the question of “Do I identify as male, female, nonbinary, or anything else?” is just really, really low on Pidge’s to do list. Pidge thinks of Pidge as “Pidge” and even that’s rare because Pidge doesn’t sit around thinking about herself or what other people think of her.

- In fact, what strangers think is, in general, extremely low on Pidge’s radar. Although she used to be more self-conscious due to bullying from both classmates and her teachers, the combination of her parents’ consistent support and Matt’s… extreme tactics (“I’m telling you Pigeon, nanobots in their lunches will solve all your problems.” “That’s illegal, Matt.” “Nothing is illegal until you get caught.”) Pidge (mostly) overcame the phase of being affected by other people’s opinions. Who cares what strangers think? Absolutely none of them will ever be even close to as smart and talented as her family anyway. (My IQ is three times yours, your argument about my gender is literally invalid.)

- By the way, I’m using “her” simply because that’s what I’m used to seeing in the fandom and to keep the fic and headcanons consistent, but in the functional world of HaaH, Pidge answers to any pronouns and doesn’t have a preference for any set in particular over others. In fact, Pidge is used to going by different sets of pronouns coming from different people, and might be “he” to one person, “she” to another, and “they” to yet someone else. Pidge is just… Pidge.

- Again, with the war and Voltron and missing family and literally everything else going on--and the fact Pidge is far more practical than all of the rest of her fellow Team Voltron members combined--she isn’t wasting time and energy doing something as troublesome as falling in love with an alien. (“Keith, can’t your melodrama wait until after we win the war?” “My drama waits for no man.” “Then please explain how you and Lance manage to engage in synchronized dumb-fuckery at least three times a week.”) Eventually, after life has settled down and Pidge has had some time to think about it, she’ll realize that the reason she somehow managed to avoid any romantic entanglements in space isn’t because she’s just much more mature than her teammates (although this might be true)—it’s that she’s just not really interested in romantic engagements with anybody, period.

- Pidge’s one true love is discovery; she feels far more passionate about knowledge and learning new things, encountering new puzzles, and grasping new concepts than she does about anything else. In between all her creations and codes and experiments and observations, it just doesn’t feel like there’s room—or that there needs to be room—for a romantic relationship with a real person.

- Pidge will make room for friends though, if and when they insist on worming their ways into her life. She tends to be a fairly private person who has never really had a large friend group (back on Earth, before Garrison, there wasn’t anyone but Matt and her parents who really understood her, and she didn’t have much in common to discuss with children her own age), but once someone earns Pidge’s trust, she does open up and form close bonds and she will give her all to help and be there for her few, but close, friends.

- Meeting Hunk at Garrison was a huge revelation. Up to that point in Pidge’s life she had never really met any young person outside her own family with a soaring genius-level IQ that was a match for her own. Although she and Hunk bicker frequently because their approaches to science are extremely different, she’s still over-the-moon to have someone who doesn’t stare at her like she’s talking gibberish whenever she goes off on one of her tangents.

- If you ask Pidge, she will violently swear up and down that Lance never and in. no. way. reminds her of Matt, fills in for Matt in the lame-older-brother role, or helps her miss her brother just a little bit less. That did not happen, never had a chance of happening, what are you even talking about—

- But if you ask about Shiro, she will be flat-out honest and admit she totally thinks of him as Space Dad. It’s not her fault. Shiro literally hero worships Sam Holt (still to this day!!) and may or may not have taken on more of his mentor’s mannerisms in order to fill the leadership role for Team Voltron. Sometimes Shiro will say or do something and Pidge will be absolutely dumb-struck because he got that from my dad is an actual thing she has to deal with.

- “Pidge” is actually a derivative of “Pigeon.” Everyone in the Holt family has a bird-based code name. Mr. Holt is Eagle Two.

- People often get the impression that Pidge is scatterbrained because she can talk about ten different things at once and pounces on leaps in her own logic that other people just can’t follow, but her thoughts and speech are very organized. It’s not her fault you couldn’t understand her system of organization if you tried.

- Put Pidge on the spot on a subject she doesn’t know, though, and watch the awkward jump right out. (“Oh, you meant the pop band Galileo, not the person. You know, that’s really an easy mistake to make. You can hardly blame me when you stop to consider all the similarities between modern chord progression and the trajectory of supermassive objects like—”)

- And if it’s not awkward, it’s defensive. Pidge may be hyper-intelligent, but she’s still very, very young, and it’s hard not to get snappish when challenged by people whose opinions she really does care about. She has a far quicker temper than Matt (who is a “revenge is a dish best served cold” champion), a trait she shares with their mother. Colleen, in turn, blames it on her having been born in New Jersey. Pidge has flipped so many tables on the Castleship that Coran and Lance eventually went around and bolted them all down.

- Do not even so much as hint that Sam and Matt Holt might be dead instead of just missing in space. Keith is still scared after his last attempt at reasoning with Pidge about her family’s fate.

- Has a bad hoarding habit. Back on Earth she had her parents there to insist she clean her room at least once a week, but in space, things are getting a bit crazy. The Castleship closets and cabinets can hyper-condense their contents and she’s STILL running out of room for all the neat doodads and parts and scientific wonders she finds on their adventures across the galaxy. Is definitely in the “Look, there’s still a mostly clear path to the door; it’s fineee” category. It’s not like she finds it hard to let things go once she’s gotten attached to them or anything. Nope. Definitely not.

- Pidge’s mess is absolutely of the “everything has a proper place” type though. Move anything with her name on it and you will feel her wrath.

- As the only one of the Earth paladins to have technology on her when they were unexpectedly swept off to war, everyone on the ship relies on Pidge’s laptop for their monthly dose of Earth nostalgia. Good thing for them Pidge and Matt’s pirating skills put Pirate Bay to shame, and she’s got basically every Earth movie from 1980 to the present. She even has every episode of the timeless classic F.R.I.E.N.D.S. (Keith hates that show with a burning passion that even he cannot explain.)

- Speaking of technology Pidge had on Earth—every single person in the Holt family is (and has been for decades) aware of the existence of aliens. Pidge’s family tree has been involved in communications, radio wave technology, and interpreting space observations since those fields were first invented. When Earth first identified patterns of waves that obviously corresponded to alien communications going on outside Earth’s galaxy, Pidge’s great- great- grandfather was there. When world governments covered up the discovery, he was the loudest voice of dissent. Since then, the Holt family has been deeply involved in military and space operations across several countries, operating from within an oppressive system they fundamentally disagree with, using their positions of authority to monitor the Milky Way and beyond, keeping tabs on what the aliens might be saying—and what messages Earth might be inadvertently sending back.

- Of course this is top secret work—secret even from the Garrison and government where the Holts were employed. Other kids learn how to play piano and soccer; Pidge and Matt learned how to hack virtually impenetrable military databases and hide their data behind uncrackable ciphers instead.

- But the Kerberos Mission was supposed to be safe. They’d all monitored the chatter so closely—there hadn’t been anything hostile anywhere even near Earth’s galaxy, no sign at all of any technologically advanced race like the Galra in years and nothing about one little Earth mission that would disturb any other intergalactic travelers anyway… Why would they...

- Pidge is surprisingly athletic for a self-professed nerd. With youthful energy to burn and a family to save, Pidge took to Allura and Coran’s intense Altean training like a duck to water, and while she’s not quite Shiro or Keith when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, she can definitely holds up better than Hunk or Lance.

- Favorite color is actually yellow, and if Green wasn’t totally The Coolest™ lion, she’d be sort of salty about Hunk getting the Yellow Lion instead.

- Absolutely capable of cursing up a blue storm, and hasn’t been friends with Hunk quite long enough yet to remember to censor herself around him all the time like Lance does with his “Holy crow!”s. She’s trying, dammit!

- Big on pets. Gets attached to pet-shaped creatures (whether living or robotic) very easily. 110% kept the space caterpillars, who live happily free-roaming the piles of space junk in her bedroom. The space caterpillars and the space mice do not get along, however, as the space mice do not take well to having their status as the favored fuzzy team mascot squad threatened. In their micro-Cold War, which is occurring without any of the ship’s humanoid occupants being aware, the space caterpillars are currently winning.

- The caterpillars’ names are Copernicus, Kepler, and Newton.

- Remember that one post about Lance drawing angry brows on the space caterpillar and siccing it on Keith? I very much accept that as canon. Pidge was Not Happy™ when she found out what Lance had done and she is NOT letting anyone else near her caterpillars again any time soon. Is very, very careful not to let Niresh see the space caterpillars so that they don’t end up stolen right from under her nose.

- Speaking of the kids, Pidge is super awkward with them and skedaddles at the first sign of tears. Next to Allura, there is probably not any member of the team worse suited to babysitting duty. That said, as someone who has lost members of her family in the war, Pidge is probably the member of the team who most directly understands Dulsara’s anger and the children’s loss. That doesn’t mean she’s really ready to let herself sympathize with the Galra though, at least not until she finds her own family first.

- Pulls all the most bullshit moves in Monsters and Mana. Whenever the team reminiscences on the truly legendary moments from their campaigns, somehow Pidge is the star in all of them.

And that’s all I’ve got for now!

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