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therealcocoshady · 7 months ago

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Lilly and Marshall go out in a public setting and paparazzi start taking lots of pictures and this has never happened to Lilly before so she’s flipping out and Marshall goes into protective dad mode

Author’s Note : thank you for your request ❤️. I always have fun writing about Marshall & Lily ✨. Here is the fic, I hope you enjoy it !

Protective DILF

Being pregnant with twins wasn’t going to be easy, especially when it’s a « geriatric pregnancy ». That’s what the doctors explained when they told Y/N and Marshall that they were expecting not one, but two babies. And as the pregnancy progressed, it turned out to be true : it was exhausting carrying twins and dealing with the symptoms. Marshall’s wife was told to rest as much as possible, even though it was definitely easier said than done with Lily, who was demanding a lot of attention. They’d been told it was normal, but ever since she learned that she was going to be a big sister, she tended to be less independent, seeking her parents’ help and attention for most things. Thankfully, Marshall kept true to his word to be there for every step of the pregnancy and he was as present as necessary for everyone. Since Y/N was put on bedrest, he was the one dealing with taking Lily to school, picking her, taking her to her various activities, as well as managing the entire household. Thank God Lily was an easy child with a good temper, because he had a lot on his plate. And he definitely didn’t need the drama that was about to take place.

Lily had been pestering him about going to Chuck E. Cheese. It was one of her favorite places and, usually, Y/N went with her, but she didn’t have the energy. Plus, their little one was really into the trampoline section and it was definitely not ideal for an expecting mother. So it now fell upon him and it did take some convincing from his wife and older daughters but he ended up taking her. At first, he considered paying to have the place closed and avoid attention, but Y/N reminded him that the purpose of such a place was for their little girl to socialize with other children. He ended up reviewing logistics with his security team, picking a day of the week where the place would not be busy and agreeing that two guards would be waiting in a car outside, ready to intervene at any moment should anyone discover that he was there. Y/N questioned the need for security altogether but he insisted. Call it a gut feeling, parental instinct or straight up paranoia, but he felt more at ease having security around. He usually didn’t bother being escorted when it came to everyday life, but it wasn’t the usual errands in their neighborhood where everyone knew them, so it actually made sense to him. If it were just him, he wouldn’t care, but he wouldn’t take any risk regarding Lily.

His baby girl had a blast at Chuck E. Cheese, jumping around and playing games. He was happy to see her all giddy and smiling, cherishing the last moments with her as the baby of the household. Him and Y/N would never neglect her for the benefit of the babies, but he knew they would have their hands full and that moments like these would be more rare. Lily was jumping on the trampoline with a few other kids while he was sipping on some Diet Coke, texting Y/N that everything was going great when a Mom came to him.

- Hi, she said with a bright smile. Is the little girl over there yours ?

- Hi, he replied, looking up from his phone. Yeah, actually. Did something happen ? Did she fall ?

- No, relax, she said with a laugh. She’s actually super cute. She’s playing with my son over there.

- Oh, ok, he said.

- I’m Sandy, she said as she extended her hand. Marshall, is it ?

- Indeed, he said politely.

- It’s so nice to meet you, she continued. I’ve been a fan for years. Mind if I take a selfie of us ?

She already had her phone in hand, ready to take the damn selfie before he could even refuse. She was nice and rather polite and, usually, he would oblige, but he was in a Chuck E. Cheese, with his daughter nearby and now was definitely not the time to take selfies with fans, regardless of how nice they were. He immediately stopped her with a move of his hand.

- I appreciate it, Sandy, but I’d rather not take selfies now, he said as he tried to keep his composure. It’s a family place, I’m with my kid, I’m sure you understand.

- Right, she said. Sorry. I didn’t know you had a younger one. Or that you’re married…

She was looking intently at his wedding band. When he made public appearances, he made sure to take it off (in fact, his team had an explicit order to remind him) but, other than that, he wore it all the time. He immediately put his hand in his pocket.

- Well… Privacy, he simply said. That has nothing to do with hip-hop, you know ?

- Your wife is lucky, she said with a seductive grin. It’s a shame that…

- DADDY ! Lily called him, saving him from the interaction that was growing unpleasant.

- Excuse me, he said politely.

He immediately walked over to his little one, thankful that she called him when she did. She wanted to go to the tube and tunnels area with him and he happily obliged. He focused his undivided attention on Lily and soon forget about Sandy. So much so that he didn’t notice her snapping a picture of him, waiting for Lily to go down the slide. About thirty minutes later, one member of his security team came to see him.

- Mr Mathers ?

- Yeah, John ? He asked. What are you doing inside ? What’s wrong ?

- There’s an… issue, the guard said. Someone tipped off the media, there’s about ten reporters out front. We need to leave.

- Fuck, Marshall sighed. Alright. Lily, come here baby, we’re going home.

- No, Daddy, I want to stay here a little longer, the little one said with pleading eyes. We’re having fun.

- I know bug, but we’ve been here for a while now, he said. Time to go.

He tried not to communicate his anxiety to his daughter. He could see the place’s staff at the entrance, no doubt talking about the reporters. The last thing he wanted was to cause a scene. He just wanted to avoid Lily’s picture being taken.

- What do we do ? He asked the guard.

- I took the liberty to call for a couple more colleagues, just in case, John explained. They’ll be here in ten minutes. Once they arrive, I’ll walk you to the car. I think we should ask the manager if we can use the back exit.

- Good, Marshall said. Lily, put on your shoes, ok ?

- What’s wrong, Daddy ? She asked, sensing that he was nervous.

- There’s a couple of reporters outside, he calmly explained. Remember when I told you about people possibly bugging us ? We’re going to go to the car in a few minutes, and I’m going to need you to listen to me, baby. You do as I say, alright ?

His daughter nodded, nervously glancing at the door. There was a crowd, starting to gather, causing panic among the staff, and it was starting to be noisy. He took off his hoodie and his hat and put them on her. He wanted to hide her face as much as possible.

- I can’t see, Daddy, she complained.

- Just keep these on until we’re in the car, baby, he directed.

When John told him they could go, he carried Lily and they attempted to take the emergency exit, though some reporters were there as well. They retreated inside, the situation starting to get on his nerves. John offered to take Lily with him while Marshall walked to the car with another guard but the little one protested. The noise was starting to freak her out and, as soon as Marshall tried to hand her to John, she started crying.

- Daddy, no, come back ! She almost screamed.

- Baby, it’s just for two minutes, I’ll meet you in the car, he said as reassuringly as he could.

- Don’t leave, she cried. Daddy !

She was starting to sniffle and panic and he knew he couldn’t leave her like this. He held her close and tried to soothe her, tracing circles on her back.

- I’m scared, she whispered.

- I know, he said. It’s scary. But I’m taking care of it, ok ?

His team brought the car as close as they could to the exit and he sent one of them to ask the press not to swarm them. They seemed to reach an agreement, saying they just wanted pictures of him and that they would leave his child alone. He hated the idea of being photographed anyway, but this seemed like a decent deal : at least, Lily’s face wouldn’t be out there. He would allow them to take a pic of him once Lily was in the car. They finally managed to step outside as he was holding Lily who was hidden in his hat and hoodie, face buried in his neck. The reporters were asking questions about her, who she was, if he had her with Kim, but at least, they didn’t snap any pictures. He stayed silent, though, refusing to comment. He was strapping Lily in her carseat when he heard a flash. He immediately slammed the car door shut and turned, only to see a paparazzi holding a lens way too close. He instantly grabbed the camera and dropped it on the ground. The man protested, complaining about the price of his equipment but he couldn’t care less.

- I hope you have good dental insurance, Marshall warned.

- You’re not hitting me, the man taunted. We already have pics of your kid, we’ll publish them anyw-

- LEAK ONE PIC OF HER AND I’LL FUCKING DESTROY YOU, he threatened as he grabbed him by the collar. NOW YOU LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE !

The conflict started to escalade and his bodyguards had to intervene, to protect both him and the paparazzi. He was ready to throw some fists and almost forgot that Lily was able to see the whole scene from the car. John talked some sense into him and he got in the backseat, sitting next to his freaked out daughter, letting his security drive. He helped her take his hat off, examining her tear-stained face.

- It’s alright, babygirl, he said softly. We’re safe.

- You scared me, Daddy ! She said. You screamed real, real loud.

- I know, baby, I’m sorry, he said apologetically. But I’m not letting anyone taking your picture. Because I don’t want anyone bugging you.

She nodded and he held her hand for the rest of the drive, trying to manage his own anger. If Lily had not been with him, he probably would have made a u-turn and broken a few noses. Thankfully, his team was handling everything. When they got home, he let Lily watch some TV while he went to find Y/N, who was resting in their bedroom. He wasn’t too sure how to break the news to her that, nearly four years after he adopted Lily, the press knew he had another kid. However, it seemed like he didn’t need to. She was looking at him with an annoyed look on her face.

- You already know ? He asked with a raised eyebrow. News travels fast…

- I have nothing better to do than scroll on my phone all day, she sighed. Of course I know. How is Lily ?

- Scared but ok, I guess, he said. Managed to calm her down in the car. She’s watching TV now.

- Ok, she said with a reassured expression. And you ?

He didn’t reply, simply shrugged. He wasn’t quite sure how he was feeling. Pissed off, for sure, but also nervous and disappointed. He wasn’t quite sure how much the pictures showed, and where to go from here. How would the public react to him being married, having a secret kid and two more on the way ? Paul would probably advise him to put out a statement so he should think of what to say… he would have wanted to keep his family life a secret longer. The last four years with Y/N and Lily by his side had been so enjoyable and he wanted nothing more but to shield them from his fame. And the thought of the public knowing about his unborn babies made him terrified of the potential attention they would get, too. Honestly, the thought of living his little family to another country didn’t seem so bad. He sighed and sat next to her on the bed, before eventually laying his head on her lap. Y/N gently ran her fingers in his hair, gently scratching his scalp and he closed his eyes for a minute.

- I’m sorry, he muttered.

- Whatever for ? She asked. You’re not the one who tipped the media…

- I failed to protect you guys, he sighed. I failed to protect Lily… you should have seen her, babe… you should have seen them. Hovering like vultures, screaming, scaring her.

- We always knew it might happen, she said. I’m gutted, don’t get me wrong, but we managed to protect her for five years. Married four without people knowing. In hindsight, it’s a miracle people didn’t find out sooner.

- I guess, he shrugged. Still, I’m mad at myself… I scared Lily.

- What did you do ?! She asked, suddenly alarmed.

- I… lost it with a guy, he explained. He tried to take a pic of Lily ! I grabbed him and gave him a piece of my mind.

- So you basically assaulted a man in front of our daughter ?! Y/N asked, starting to get worked up.

- Look, I’m not proud of myself, he groaned. But I wasn’t about to let him get away with that. I simply grabbed him, I didn’t break his nose. No matter how badly he would have deserved it…

- Marshall…, she scolded.

- I know, he simply said. It fucking sucks. I just wanted Lily to have a good time. Now, I’m going to have to call Paul and my publicist… fuck.

- I’m sorry, my love, Y/N said as she kept on stroking his head.

They stayed like this for a moment, enjoying each other’s comforting presence, and Y/N finally went downstairs to check on Lily. She was fine, though she did mention the whole thing was scary. Marshall stayed upstairs for a moment, gathering his thoughts and trying to pace himself before calling Paul back. His manager had tried to reach him ten times in the past hour, leaving various voice messages, urging him to call back. There were good and bad news. The good news was that Lily’s face didn’t appear anywhere, concealed thanks to Marshall’s hoodie and hat. The only thing the media saw of her were her jeans and sneakers. The bad news, however, was that the whole thing had been filmed and that images of an angry Marshall smashing the reporter’s camera were being shared on social media at the speed of light. The response was overall positive and people tended to support him instead of the reporter, who was clearly at fault. However, there was a lot of speculation and even people who claimed to have insider information, making false allegations. They had no choice but to put out a statement. They had a conference call with their publicist, who suggested only giving the necessary information. After quickly consulting with Y/N, he decided not to give any details on Lily, not giving away her name nor her age, as well as avoiding mentioning the pregnancy. The statement would only acknowledge the day’s events, as well as confirm that Lily was, indeed, his daughter and that he was married. To him, that was enough.

« As the result of the publication on social media of a picture taken without consent, today’s events have caused a lot of speculation regarding Mr Mathers’(professionally known as Eminem) family life. Mr Mathers expresses his regret for how the situation unfolded, the altercation with the press having caused distress not only for him but also for the other people present at the location. Mr and Mrs Mathers formally oppose the publication of any media depicting their child and ask for the respect of the privacy of their family life. They also express their intention to sue any individual trying to sell pictures of their daughter, as well as any media outlet who might publish them. »

In the evening, a couple of hours later, the internet was in a frenzy over the whole thing and the confirmation that Marshall was, indeed, married and had a younger daughter. A lot of people were also swooning over the pictures of him holding Lily, obsessing over his strong arms and stern look.

- The internet seems to be obsessing over you again, Y/N mentioned while he was preparing dinner.

- Well I’d rather have them forget all about me, he groaned. I swear, I’m going to retire, just to get some peace. Or move us to the edge of the earth…

- It’s not so bad, she commented. They appreciate how protective you are. Also, calling you the ultimate DILF. I don’t disagree…

- DILF, huh ? He asked with a sudden smirk.

- Look who’s suddenly in a good mood, she grinned.

- I like that you agree with them, he said with a smile. Maybe you could show me how much, later ?

- Gladly, she said as she pecked him on the cheek.

He turned his face and kissed her lovingly. They were interrupted by Lily.

- Mommy what’s that word ? She asked with a raised eyebrow.

- What word, baby ? Y/N asked.

- The one you said. DILF.

- Oh… hum… it’s a word people use when a Dad is very attractive, Y/N explained as she tried to contain her laughter. Like, when they want to talk to him and flirt…

- Like with Daddy and the lady today ? Lily asked innocently.

- Yes, like Daddy and- wait what ? What lady ?

Marshall said nothing and focused on the vegetables he was chopping for dinner, conveniently ignoring the conversation.

- There was a lady who talked to Daddy today at Chuck E. Cheese, Lily explained. She was smiling a lot.

- Interesting, Y/N said with a raised eyebrow. Looks like someone doesn’t need my appreciation…

- Come on, babe. It happens, Marshall hummed.

- Does it, now ?

- All the time, Lily said. All the mommies at my school-

- Lily, baby, how about you go and watch some cartoons before dinner, mmh ? Marshall suggested to cut the conversation short.

- Ok, the little one said with a shrug.

Y/N was leaning against the kitchen island, visibly upset and pouting. He sighed and went to hug her but she turned her head.

- Thought you agreed with the DILF thing ? He asked with a smile.

- They’re allowed to think it, not to act on it…, she groaned.

- No one’s doing anything, he chuckled. Just a couple of smiling, very friendly ladies. What’s up ? You’re usually not as upset when it comes to groupies or fans…

- I know, she said. But this is real life. Now that you’re the one going places with Lily and taking her to school… I hate thinking about all of them making eyes at you. Especially while I’m bored, at home, getting fat.

- You’re not getting fat, he chuckled. I mean, you are, you’re huge, but-

- MARSHALL !!!

- It’s because you’re growing two beautiful babies, he continued. Our babies. No one holds a candle to you. I might be a DILF but you’re the ultimate MILF.

- You think ? She asked with a pout.

- No one ever made pregnancy look so hot, he said lovingly. If you weren’t supposed to rest so much, I would gladly show my appreciation all day, everyday…

- I love you, she chuckled. But im glad that everyone knows we’re married, though.

- Territorial much, Mrs Mathers ? He asked.

- Yes, she giggled. Very.

- I like it, he chuckled.

- You have to protect what’s yours, right ?

- Right. And believe me, I’m going to do everything I can to protect what’s mine, he replied as he put a hand on her round belly.

She cooed and placed a hand over his, when they felt a little kick. They immediately looked at each other and smiled. It was the first time they felt one of the babies move. Y/N’s eyes immediately filled with happy tears and Marshall kneeled to place a kiss on his wife’s stomach.

- That’s right, guys, he said with an emotional smile. I’m always going to protect you.

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem fluff #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #Marshall and Lily

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avaf00rd · 1 year ago

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little shits

kyra Cooney-cross x teen!Reader (platonic)

why is posting my first fic embarassinggg…

anywho enjoy this piece of shit. I’ll open my requests and try to write as much as I can. Luv u all xxx

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You were kind of out of it though as Caitlin was trying to mouth something to you further up the gym with her hands, you put your hands up in shrug towards her, but from the conversation in front of you you heard something along the lines of “if you don’t” and Kyra saying “deal”.

“Got that y/n?” Beth grinned at you

“yup!” You quickly said before running over to Caitlin who was motioning you to help her with something.

You had lost a bet. You were reminded by Kyra that you “weren’t supposed to do anything stupid towards anyone in the team for a week” 8 days later she shrieked at you as she was changing into her swimmers in the bathroom of the locker room.

And that’s where you found yourself, In the 15 degree London weather, you were being dragged by Beth, Jen and Katie who just wanted to see this play out, down to the ocean. As you all walked down to the cool air of the beach you shrieked at the harsh breeze “nup” you said as you started running back but was caught by Katie “bets a bet” she giggled grabbing you and dragging you down the beach.

You and kyra took off both of your jumpers as you looked at each other, regret filling your eyes. There were some lunatic surfers in long wetsuits, none like the ones back home in Australia but if you were honest you were terrible with cold water. Beth pulled out her phone to camera when Jen gave Kyra a light shove towards the water, she didn’t move though.

“Ok let’s be quick” you started walking down, just ready to get it over with, a shivering mess once you got down. You noticed the 21 year old was no longer behind you but was being carried over the shoulder by the tall Jen Beattie. Your jaw hit the flor as she was completely thrown into the water head first, with Jen now in the water too. “Okay giant” you giggled as Jen quickly ran out of the water but looking back to yell at you.

“Five whole Minutes!” was screamed from the top.

“Nah it was two!” You exclaimed as Beth shook her head with a grin. You were still only up to about your bellybutton in the ice-like water. That was until ‘little shit no. 2’ jumped on your back causing your head to be pushed under water. The cold water feeling absolutely hell-like on your skin. “KYRA!” You screamed as you came back up again, knowing she was done she started swimming away fast. Though luckily you were a fast swimmer, you caught up to her and completely dunked her.

On the shore, Katie, Beth and Jen slowly started to go ankle-deep into the water to feel the temperature for themselves. “Christ that’s worse than an ice bath” Beth exclaimed quickly before removing her feet from the water.

“They are gonna turn into ice” Jen said

“Or worse completely taken out by a shark” Katie said, as Beth’s face rose with concern. “Wait how much time left?

“It’s been up for about a minute now” Beth said “you two out you come!” she yelled running up to grab your towels.

But of course, you and the slightly older girl were in your own world once again. Trying to drown each other while laughing your heads off.

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On a slightly chilly December weekend, you had broke the curse. You and your teammates had smashed Chelsea with a wicked 5-1 and you couldn’t be more excited, your were a striker, quite a significant one for the team, and had managed to slot in a goal in the extra time just minutes before the final whistle. As that whistle went you jumped straight to Caitlin buzzing with excitement before Alessia joined your two by jumping on your back. As you went around to all your other teammates.

You made eye contact with Leah as she quickly went on to the field, the twenty-six year old meant so much to you since joining at the club, so you sprinted into her arms. “Lee!”

“Your goal was incredible I’m so proud of you tiny!!” You grinned at the nickname the team gave you and the fact that she was proud of you. She motioned for a piggy back to you when you were put down, when you jumped on her again she started sprinting towards the rest of the team you saw Kyra talking to vic with her back to you when Leah had come to a stop you tried to jump onto Kyra’s back straight from Leah’s but failed miserably when Kyra was completely knocked down long with Vic and you. Kyra’s funny bone hit your head which she squealed in pain. Nothing serious though.

And just like all the girls around knew that a child’s fight would break out between the two of you, you got up and started running backwards away from her. She started to chase you as you were laughing your guts off. You and Kyra were absolute toddlers anytime everywhere as the crowd and team completely stopped and watched in amusement.

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‘Harps!” You squealed as the Gorry toddler jumped into your arms in the lobby of the Hotel. You noticed most of the team standing around chatting as all the ‘London Aussies’ piled into the building.

“I missed you!” Her tiny voice exclaimed which made your heart melt. “I missed you heaps!”

You and Harper got along beautifully, she was like your little sidekick when at camp, the girl would not dare to leave your side the whole two weeks. Steph laughed with Mini behind you, greeting each other and laughing how you left your bags stranded right near the bus when you saw the small girl, Steph having to wheel them in.

“Mins!” You smiled as you gave her a warm hug.

After more hugs and hello’s were exchanged you all headed up to your respective rooms. Since it was only around lunch time you had a small meeting with Tony but were then allowed ‘chill out time’ before dinner and bed time. You, Mackenzie, Alanna and Caitlin were sitting on bean bags in the main room talking about random things and your Christmas plans. When Charli was completely thrown onto your head from behind.

“Ow” you laughed.

“Kyra!” Charli said towards the girl that was pushed onto you.

“Little shit” you mumbled

“Oi you can’t talk miss” Caitlin smirked before quickly going on about your latest stunt you and Kyra pulled together back in London making the other girls laugh. You soon got tired of hearing how good you are at getting away with pranks. As you curiously went to search through a cupboard that had some coloured things peaking out the bottom which amused you. You opened it to find random things from craft kits to movie projectors. You started to move things a little as you crouched down to find more. That’s when you pulled out a large white karaoke machine laying on it’s side, it was beyond you on how it got in there and managed to fit.

“What’s that?” Macca asked as you stood it up-right once it was pulled out. You didn’t reply as you smirked at Kyra who knew exactly what it was. “Awesome” Macca sarcastically said after no reply from you.

For backstory, you and Alessia found one in a room at your training grounds back in London. And you pair along with Kyra and the help of Leah’s terrible singing completely wore it out as it sparked and suddenly broke. Obviously, the mums of the team like Kim and Viv got mad that you nearly could have sent it up in flames.

“Oh no no no” Steph breathed out as she walked in to see you and Kyra teaching Macca and Alanna how to start it up so they could perform their duet to some random old Justin Bieber sing. “You set this hotel on fire, no blaming me to Kim that I didn’t stop you”.

And that’s how the night ended the whole team gathering around and taking turns in partners to sing away. With you and Kyra taking over the micv for more than half of the songs. “No way” you muttered as it suddenly stopped working.

“You-“ Hayley started and then laughed from where she was laying on the floor watching you.

“They’re cursed I swear” Kyra said as you put your arms up in a shrug towards steph.

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shindisworld · 1 year ago

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Pinterest pics & scenarios that remind me of what it’d be like dating E1610!Miles

Miles ❤️🕷️

Unlike his Earth 42 counterpart, this sweet baby absolutely loves taking pictures with you

It literally doesn’t matter how ridiculous he looks, as long as he makes you smile that’s all he cares about 🥹

He has a photo album of you two in his drawer with small notes around the pictures

There’s notes like

“when I first realized I loved you <3”

“First date! :)”

Or just a simple “mi vida”

Don’t even get me started on his lockscreen-

It’s literally a collage of you 😭

“Baby when did you get so many pictures of me?”

He shrugs “I just take one every time I think you look pretty”

“There’s a pic of me devouring a burger, Miles”

“Well I always think you look pretty soooo”

This boy is so clingy in the cutest way possible

Good morning texts, good night texts, making sure you’ve eaten and drank something that day, or just sending you lyrics that reminds him of you

“Every time I look into your eyes I see it, you’re all I need” (Get You by Daniel Caesar ft. Kali Uchis)

“Milesssss 🥹❤️”

Whenever his patrol ends he always tries his best to stop by your place just to see you sleeping in your bed before he heads back to his place

You’re his rock, with everything he has to deal with in his life you remind him that he’s still a teen and doesn’t have to have so many burdens and responsibilities

He’ll text you at all hours of the night. He would feel so bad for waking you up but he just has to let you know how much he loves you 😭

“I thought about you a lot today, I miss your pretty eyes, your smile, your hair…ok maybe I miss everything about you. I can’t wait to see you, babe! 🥰❤️”

“Baby I missed you too but it’s 2 in the morning, I’ll see you tomorrow so don’t worry 🫶🏽”

“Well now I definitely can’t sleep because I’m too excited that I get to see my girl 😩😘”

He makes you giggle at your phone from his antics 🤭

Overall Miles is like a golden retriever boyfriend, he literally loves you so much and needs everyone to know that

He’s the type who’s faces immediately lights up as soon as you come into the room

Will try and rizz you up…notice how I said try? 💀

Sweet boy is trying so hard 😭

But it makes you smile and he thinks it’s all worth it even if his ego is a little bruised

He loves to touch you, nothing crazy, just simply holding hands, locking pinkies, hugs, kisses on the cheek, really anything that you’re comfortable with

He’ll def share anything with you

You cold? Well why didn’t you just say so? 🤨

Immediately takes off his jacket and gives it to you

Hungry?

Shares his food without a second thought

“Baby are you sure you don’t mind sharing with me?”

“Babe of course I don’t mind, please, eat as much as you want” 🥹

Now onto a veryyyy important aspect of Miles: his sketchbook

He would rather get chased down by Miguel again before anyone other than you sees it 💀

Literally sketches of you on almost every. single. page.

He’s not embarrassed of you, of course he isn’t.

It’s just the sheer amount of drawings of you that makes him a little shy to show anyone the sketchbook 🫣

He makes you a playlist without you even asking

Like he just sends it to you one day with a text that says

“Hey y/n/n my love! I made this for you because it reminds me of you and helps whenever I miss you. I hope you like it, beautiful 🫶🏾”

I need to stop, I got a little carried away 💀

EXTRA: his contact for you is “My Sunflower 🌻😘”

Ok I’m done fr this time! 🌚💜

#miles morales #miles morales x you #miles morales hcs #miles morales x reader #miles morales fluff #he is literally perfect #atsv miles #itsv miles

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virgilthepoet1029 · 22 days ago

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I feel you rarely psychologically analyze me to my face, or often sugar coat your thoughts. “Can I be blunt?” I want you to always be blunt.

What’s my psycho analysis?

I don't have a good or complete answer for this. And I don't know how correct I am on anything. But I will try my best. For you. Because you asked <33

You hide. That's probably the biggest and most noticeable thing about you. I feel like most people can see that, even if they don't know you. You're more introverted, you're quiet, you keep to yourself, keep your eyes down, you try to take up as little space as possible.

The thing that people don't know though is why. And that's what l've spent so much time trying to figure out. Why? Well, a couple reasons.

You don't want to "burden" anyone with you (You're not a burden. You're not a burden Aiden.) You don't want to give them any of the weight you carry, even when it's crushing you. You talk about how much I love people, but I think you love them too. If you really didn't like people, you wouldn't always try to protect them. Even if you're protecting them from yourself. You don't want people to feel the same crushing weight that you feel from everyone else. You carry other people's weights, you know how heavy it gets, you don't want to do that to others. What's that one Silas Melvin quote? "You're so polite with your sadness. You don't want to ruin this for anyone."

I think part of you is scared too. You're worried someone is going to see you how you see yourself. This monster who is broken and a horrible person, who does nothing but destroy themself and others. But that's not true. That's not what you are at all. You are a good and kind and beautiful person. I hope you believe me one day.

I think part of it is that you hate yourself too. You hate yourself so much, you feel like you don't deserve the support. You don't deserve to be seen. You don't deserve to be understood. To be treated fairly. To have your voice heard. Your opinions and thoughts and feelings heard. To live the life you want. To live where you want to live. Have a job that makes you happy. Not be with someone who doesn't. Do things to benefit your own happiness and well being. You think none of it matters. "As long as they're happy." Part of it is because you love them. Part of it is because you hate yourself.

But, I think above all. You're lonely.

You're so lonely, my brother.

You try so hard to hide away and not let anyone get close, but it's hurts you. As the years have passed it's just gotten worse and worse and worse. And louder and louder and louder. That's why we're here isn't it? I am the product of you breaking. The last resort. And I'm ok with that. But lord, you are so alone. And it breaks my heart. Because you have so much love in you. And no one to give it to. And when you do have someone. You're so afraid that they'll leave you. You think you know that they will. You've grown to expect it. Too many people have done it before. They've just seen you as something to use for their own benefit, and you think that's all you're good for. It's not though. So much so, you try to make it easier for them. You love them so much, you try to do everything you can to make them feel better when they eventually leave. I’m not leaving Aiden. Where would I go? You try so hard to act like you don't care, when it actuality you care more than anyone. You want so desperately to be understood and loved. That’s why this app exists, then discord calls, then park nights, then late night couch sessions, and now this. “I love it when people tell me about me because I have no idea who I am.” You have no idea who you are. You need someone to tell you. You are so scared for someone to see you, truly see you, and get scared. I’m not scared Aiden. I don’t think you’re horrible. I don’t think you’re disgusting. I don’t think you’re a bad person. Not in the slightest. Never. But you’re so scared someone will. You need to have people. You need to be loved. It’s the anxious attachment. I’ve never tried to use you, and if I’ve ever made you feel that way I earnestly apologize. You’re my brother. You’re so much more than something to just make me feel better or fix me. I’d be perfectly happy if I never talked about myself ever again, and I just got to sit and listen to you talk about your day or the game you’re playing or anything. As long as it was you.

I’m sure I have more to say. But I can’t think of anything else right now.

I love you.

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bitchyfoxymama · 2 years ago

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No One Gets Left Behind Or Forgotten - TF Boys x GN!Reader

Warnings: blood, Tom's death, bullet wound.

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“Pope!” Benny shouts as he hold you, a hand on your left leg trying to stop the blood from seeping out, will comes running to the both of you

“Fuck!” you moan out in pain, right before they could end the firing, the kid who killed tom, got one more shot off and the bullet entered the tom of your thigh and exited the back.

The two men come rushing to you and Benny, Frankie rips off a piece of his shirt and wraps it around the bullet hole.

“Can you walk?” Santi asks as he rubs his face, this can't be happening, first Will gets shot, they lose the helicopter, money, and now Tom is dead and you are injured.

“I-I cant,” You seeth through your teeth, “Look, I’m just going to slow all of you down. You need to get Tom and the rest of this money out of here,” you wince.

“Hell no!” Frankie says. The other three men agree with him. No man left behind, they all say.

“I wasn't even supposed to be on this trip remember? I tagged along because benny doesn't know how to be quiet,” you let out a painful laugh, the blood loss making you feel dizzy.

“Mi vida we aren't leaving you behind and that final,” Santi says as he gives you a hardened look, “we already lost Tom we can't lose you too.”

“I will slow you down. You need to leave me here, please just go!” You try to plead again but instead of anyone answering, Frankie just picks you up and begins to carry you. Benny picks up your pack along with his own.

***

It was finally time to head home. You had all signed your shares over to Tom’s family. You were leaning on your crutches, thankful that the rest of you made it out.

"You sure you're ok? You don't need me to come by and watch over you? u?” Santi asks as you smile at him.

“I am positive, i'll stay with Frankie for a bit and Will and Benny promised they'd come by too, however you are more than welcome too,” you say, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

You appreciate your boys so much and loved everything they have done for you over these past few days.

Unbeknownst to you, the boys have a group chat and have all decided when they would come watch over you.

“Frankie I’m gonna start heading to the car alright?” You smile at the four men, “See you soon. Oh and by the way, thank you for not leaving me behind"

#bitchyglitterfox writes #triple frontier fluff #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier #frankie morales x reader #santiago garcia x reader #will miller x reader #benny miller x reader

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saltpepperbeard · 1 year ago

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WAAAAAAGHHG HEY ITS ME AGAIN IM SO SORRY I HAVE A THOUGHT AND DONT KNOW WHO ELSE TO GIVE IT TO: Im going to try really hard to be quick!! Still reeling from ep 8!!! (I have so many thoughts and emotions- tldr I know it struggled with pacing but I just really loved it. I’m so glad this show exists. Not going to recover anytime soon!! Excellent.)

I think the ending is a great setup for what could be coming next! Looking back at this season as a whole it feels to me like they had two major points they zeroed in on: 1- Edward’s state of mind. We spend a lot of time with him when no one else is- we’re with him in his head while he tries to process what he wants and how he’s going to get it. We see him wrestle with feeling unlovable, and then we sort of sit with him in his pov while he starts, (STARTS!! He’s not done yet!!) to understand that he IS loved and there ARE people waiting for him. 2- The Golden Age of piracy is ending. They lost The Republic of Pirates, they lost Spanish Jackie’s bar, Zhengs fleet, and they lost Izzy, the most pirate to ever pirate. After the couple of weeks(??) season two takes place- the OFMD cinematic universe is going to be different for pirates now.

ALL THAT TO SAY- after Izzy’s funeral, (rip king I sobbed lol) when Zheng asks Ed and Stede to team up- Stede says something like, “He needs a minute”/“Maybe give him a minute”. So they agree to help- but they stay behind to build their inn. (“It’s a fixer upper, but the bones are good.” ITS THEM ITS THEM THEYRE EACHOTHERS FOUNDATIONS THEY JUST HAVE TO BUILD ONTO IT TO MAKE IT A HOME IM GOING TO TURN TO ASH) this is a decision both of them make- this will give them time to just be. I think Ed still has a ways to go, and talks to have, and maybe needs some time to grieve Izzy, but Stede is there, and they love eachother, and they will be ok. Shit will still go down, and they’ll get involved again eventually, but they’re going to take a minute. NOW. That wraps up this season as a part two of a Three part show- we have a setup for the next big bad, and we’ve focused a lot on Ed (accompanied by Stede’s) issues/insecurities with a focus on Ed having to deal with his issues directly. He had to sit and talk, honestly talk. Do you know. Which half of our main pair. Has not done that?? The guy who the show still deliberately makes a point of showing us he is STILL. NOT OK. Granted, he had the end of season one to realize what he wanted and what he felt, but then we had so many moments this season of him reacting to those feelings but not actually talking about them to anyone. SO. What if the last season is meant to be point 2 revisited- piracy is still ending, the world is changing so how do we deal? And point 1, but FLIPPED. WHAT IF. Season three is Stede’s turn revisited??? Season three with Ed AND Stede TALKING and Stede genuinely coming to terms with the fact that the people he loves are not better off without him- that he doesn’t have to earn the love he thinks he doesn’t deserve?? What if he gets to take that final step into a new world where being a pirate can’t be the same as it was before, but that spirit carries on and now he knows he’s loved and has worth regardless?? I STILL WANT THAT MAN TO BE THROWN IN THE EMOTIONAL BATHTUB IS WHAT IM SAYING. I don’t know if this is anything, or if this is true or accurate!!! Do I just want to see them kiss and cry some more?? MAYBE. Aaaaagh I just really hope djenks gets to made season 3- he deserves to finish his pirate story and I would very much like to be here when he does. hbo max count your days.

Also I once again want to thank you for your thoughts and screams over the course of this season- you really are incredible at character analysis and it’s been an absolute pleasure to come running over to this corner after each episode to see what you think. Thank you for posting. YOU. are WONDERFUL THANK YOU <3 <3 (also. Also also. THEY KISSED SO MANY TIMES ED READ STEDES FUCKIN LETTER ED SAID I LOVE YOU AND THEY ARE NO LONGER SEPARATED. MARRIAGE. I CANT BELIEVE THIS SHOW IS THE WAY IT IS. There is still an owch but!!! It’s a good owchie now 😭😭)

I AM ONCE AGAIN HONORED TO GET SUCH A BEAUTIFUL STRING OF THOUGHTS IN MY INBOX??? <3

PARTICULARLY EXCITED, HAPPY, POSITIVE ONES SJDKSDS LIKE I AM HUGGING YOU SO SO TIGHT <3 <3 <3

AND ALSO, I'M SHARING SO MANY OF YOUR SENTIMENTS TOO SDJKJSHDKLS LIKE-

*INHALES* So seeing the little house in the BTS footage ~*~fucked me up~*~ because I just had a FEELING it was going to be both literal and symbolic for them and their relationship. A little house that's struggling, and falling apart in some places, but is still standing after years and years of battering. It's been through the wringer, yet it still flourishes with so much life and beauty. And it has the potential to grow into something even more beautiful and strong with some mutual effort and tender love and care.

AND THAT'S THEM!!! THAT'S THEIR RELATIONSHIP!!! Like, as you said, they're BOTH still so hurt. They BOTH still have issues to work on. But now they're there, together. They're standing on the same, rickety, wooded floors. They're there, ready to patch things, side by side.

AND YES, I've very much thought it was going to be Stede for Season 1's focus, Ed for Season 2's focus, and then both of them for Season 3's focus, but I do like your idea of it looping back around to Stede! Or maybe like, SHARING the focus. Because, as you said, Stede needs his fRIGGIN BATHTUB, and Ed still needs time to figure out who he is.

It's just such a delicious setup indeed, and I am crossing my fingers so so hard that it gets greenlit quickly for us here. There's just so much MEAT to their dynamic that's still left, still so much to be EXPLORED AND GROWN. AND ESPECIALLY, LIKE YOU SAID, WITH THEIR WORLD COMPLETELY CHANGING AROUND THEM TOO!!! THE BRITISH!!! THE REVENGE BEING CAPTAINED BY FRENCHIE!!!! ZHENG AND AUNTIE WANTING TO GET AT RICKY!!!!!! SO SO MUCH!!!!!!!

BUT anyway, thank YOU so much for taking the time to come in here and share YOUR thoughts, too! It's been such a delight reading them, and I'm so glad we could MUTUALLY SCREAM SDJKSDKLS <3

#Answered #oh-dear-gracious #OFMD #OFMD Season 2 #OFMD S2 Spoilers #Gentlebeard #Blackbonnet #Edward Teach #Stede Bonnet

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themultifandomgal · 1 year ago

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Tyler Hoechlin- Our Love

Tears And Fears

January 2012

Tyler and still haven't confirmed our relationship, although there is a lot of speculation in the fandom and a lot of shipping, it hasn't made it into mainstream media since at the moment Teen Wolf is kinda small.

However recently my ex has been messaging me, I tried blocking him but he just gets a new number. This has started to make me nervous.

I'm on set right now having my hair and makeup done. Melissa walks in and sits next to me

"Hey sweetie"

"Hi Mel. Looking forward to our scene today"

"I bet you are. A shirtless Tyler in front of you while you have to stop bleeding"

"Oh hush up" I laugh just as a text comes through. I look to see that once again my ex has messaged me. I sigh blocking yet another number

"Are you ok?" Melissa asks

"Huh? Oh yeah fine"

"You sure?"

"Uh huh"

"Come on YN I'm a mom. I know when somethings bothering someone"

"Ok but promise you won't tell anyone?"

"As long as your not hurting yourself or anyone else or anyones hurting you then yes"

"Ok" I take in a deep breath "my ex keeps messaging me, I've tried blocking him but every time I do he just uses a new number. Guess at this point I'll have to get a new phone number"

"Have you told Tyler about this?"

"No"

"YN you need to tell him"

"Mel my ex is an ex for a reason, I haven't told anyone what happened during our relationship. Didn't think I would need to"

"Look all I know is if you don't tell Tyler and he finds out another way, or this ex finds out your dating Tyler and he messages him, then your going to have a lot more explaining to do"

"I'm just worried that if I tell Tyler everything, he won't want to carry on our relationship"

"You know Tyler won't be like that, but if you keep secrets he's going to be more upset" I know she's right, I really need to talk to Tyler about this, but not here. Not on set

"I'll ask him to come over tonight after we finish filming"

"You'll be ok"

"Thanks" I give Melissa a small smile.

I sit in my seat waiting for my scene with Tyler

"Hey where have you been all day?" Tyler says sitting next to me

"Sorry had a costume malfunction then hair and makeup took a while" not wrong but also not 100% true. I've been avoiding Tyler because like I said to Melissa I don't want to tell him on set and if effects both of our acting "erm do you want to come over tonight? We can order in?"

"Sure. What time do you finish today?"

"6 this evening"

"Ok I'll swing by yours when I finish"

"Ok YN, Hoechlin your up" Jeff says looking towards us. I slide off my chair and walk onto set.

Later on in the evening Tyler comes over after picking up a pizza and fries

“Ty?”

“Hmm�� he hums in response before taking a sip of his drink

“I need to tell you something” I say nervously which Tyler obviously catches on to because he frowns

“What’s wrong?”

“I haven’t really told you anything about my past relationships”

“You don’t have to. They’re in the past”

“Not quite”

“What do you mean?”

“My ex has recently been messaging me. I keep blocking him but he’s just getting a new number. When we were dating he was very controlling, kinda manipulative. I couldn’t have male friends, tried to keep me away from my family. I know your different I can already tell, but him messaging me worries me”

“What worries you?” Tyler asks placing his arm over the back of couch

“Him messing up what we have” I then feel a tear run down my check. Quickly I wipe it away but it’s replaced by another one “what if he messages you or sells a fake story to the press or…”

“Ok first look at me” I finally look at Tyler who places his hands on the side of my face

“No mater what happens, I’m here by your side. I’m not going anywhere”

“But….”

“No buts. We will get through this together”

“Why is he messaging me now?”

“I don’t know, but if it carries on we can go to

The police with harassment” I take in a deep breath and nod my head

“I’m sorry I have a crazy ex”

“No need to apologise. Come here” Tyler holds his arms out for me. Of course I scoot closer and let him hold me close to him, my head resting on his chest “you want me to stay over tonight?” I give Tyler a little nod “ok”

#teen wolf imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf cast #teen wolf actress #tyler hoechlin imagine #tyler hoechlin #tyler hoechlin x reader

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Had a really bad last few days. Did some quick editing to make me feel better and it is technically wednesday now so, have a writing wip.

Live free twiharder is still living rent free in my head. This segment is the sequel part to this WIP post.

“So, Ed. Why’d you do it?” she grinned at him, a puzzled yet still friendly look across her face “I mean this stuff’s like the finest food a michelin chef could make, but on crack. So why’d you trash it?” crossing her arms she spoke, the blood bag flopping in her hand, grin widening as she watched Dean’s eyes trace it.

“No hospital would take it back, it didn't come from harming anyone. I just don’t get it.” she bit her lip gently as she squinted at him, pondering for a moment. “Wait, wait. Let me guess.”

“You attacked someone, realised what you did, then you started starving yourself.”

Dean’s eyes switched from gazing at the bag to her face, staring from under the shadow of his brow. His cheek twitched as he felt his lip curl upwards slightly instinctively in response. She smiled again, comforting and gentle this time.

“It always goes this way with people like you. I get it, really.”

She drained the remainder of the bag, squeezing the soft plastic gently funneling the blood into her mouth. Tossing the empty bag away, she stood up from the chair and began to slowly pace once more, moving behind Dean.

Her tone took a sombre change as she continued, “It’s terrifying. The hunger, the urges. You don’t know what’s happening, you feel confused and lost. So who was it? A stranger, a sweetheart?”

She leaned in close to his ear as she spoke, searching for a reaction. “Your girlfriend?”

He twitched slightly, and she nodded knowingly as she continued, stepping away from him.

“And they won't take you back. Not after what you’ve done. It’s a trap. Trust me, I’ve been through it. It’s ok to move on.”

He continued to glare at her in silence.

“I'm sure being a hunter complicates things but believe me, none of them will listen. None of them will hear you out. And none of them will give you a chance.” Her tone was cold and unforgiving, but there was a gentleness in her eyes.

“So what, you’re suggesting I just become a killer? An animal?” Dean retorted.

“Oh come now, you’ve killed a lot more people than I have, I’m sure of that.”

“I kill monsters, not people.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

She pulled a pocket knife out of her jacket pocket, unsheathing the small blade. Examining it under a beam of light that filtered through a frosted glass window. She leant one arm on the back of her empty chair, gesturing with the other as she twirled the knife. Dean struggled to read her - one minute she was friendly, warm, welcoming, the next a cold and sick harshness fell upon her. He couldn’t help but assume everything was a threat, there was no reasonable way he could trust someone when they had restrained him, especially not a fang.

“Everything I ever did was out of self preservation and defense.” she shifted her weight and leaned both arms across the chair’s back, bending down slightly so her face was more level with the two men. Arms crossed, she let the small knife dangle in her fingers. Dean eyed it carefully as she addressed him directly, ignoring the whimpers and cries from Max.

“What would you do, if one day, someone just decided that you had to die? And they wouldn’t stop until you were six feet under?” Her expression pleaded to him, delicate wrinkles forming on her brow as she pressed her eyebrows together in an earnest look of sorrow. “You ever thought about that? A little perspective from the other side?”

He thought back to Gordon once more.

“You see, survival, that underpins all things. Living, and otherwise.” she continued, moving from the chair towards Max, glancing back in Dean’s direction momentarily. “No one wants to die, Ed. And I mean that metaphorically. I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of spirits not ready to move on.”

“The need to carry on underpinnes us all. It’s natural. It’s normal.” she paused for a moment, her tone shifting, “How long do you think your hunter friends will stand by your side? Days, weeks? But you’re different, you’re not like them. Not anymore. You can keep fighting it but deep down we both know the truth. Something’s going to give one day, and when it does, they won’t stand by you anymore.”

“I’ve seen vampires like you before. They all end up the same way, Ed. They all come crawling back. The sooner you accept it, the sooner you move on, the easier it will be to let go.”

“We can change a lot about ourselves, but we can’t change this.” She placed a hand softly along Max’s jaw on one side, cradling his head from behind. Wrapping her fingers around his chin she firmly tugged his head to the side, exposing his neck. The tendons flexed under the skin as his breathing became rapid and short, the tape across his mouth muffling his cries in protest. The vampire held the knife up to his neck so delicately and carefully, murmuring to him as she attempted to hold him in place. “Try not to move, I don’t want to nick your artery.”

Dean jerked his chair forward as he watched her slice across the man’s neck, a short shallow cut that quickly lit up bright red. The man cried in pain, tears flowing from his eyes. It was a small cut, but enough to coax the blood to dribble down his neck.

“You sick twisted bitch I’ll kill you!”

“Oh calm down, it’s just a scratch.”

#wip wednesday #live free twiharder #yeaaaaah babey we're harrassing my new favourite punching bag with the horrors of his reality #needs further revision but for the most part I was really happy with how a lot of this came out #re-reading my work I usually die of cringe but I dont know how to fix it but this is ok!!!

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The small roar of a mind trying to clear itself, 1/6

Credits list Graphic: @chaotictarlos Cheerleading squad: @queen-saltyfries (HBD!) Alpha Reader: @noxsoulmate Adult Fun Times Consultant: @cowlos-reyes Fuel: Diet Coke & Dairy Milk chocolate bars My muse, my sounding board, mydarling: @bubblesandroses8

Six parts to the fic, and I will post a new part on Mondays with the exception of part six which will be on the Sunday ‘cause ya girl will be on a flight out to LA the following day!

I know I have a rep in the fandom for not reading a WiP, and so I will fully appreciate if anyone wants to get their own back. This is a 34k opus, and my love letter to the mess that is Carlos’ headspace, so you do you.

the small roar of a mind trying to clear itself: 1/6 (AO3)

Summary

There's an accident. The driver dies on the scene, but the passenger - Carlos - is rescued by his husband who doesn't take no for an answer and doesn't give up until they're safe. Aside from a few broken ribs and a busted ankle, Carlos is fine. He really is fine. He wasn't driving, he didn't die, and he was saved by probably the one emergency team he knows and trusts completely and implicitly. He will heal up, he will be able to get back to work, and his life will carry on as before.

He is fine.

He is absolutely fine.

(He really isn't.)

--OR--

The Carlos-Whump-Therapy fic we've all been waiting for.

SESSION ONE

"I don't even know why I'm here," Carlos said. "Well, no. I know why I'm here. I just don't know what I'm supposed to talk about."

"There are no rules here, Carlos," Rebecca said, "people usually come to me just to talk about what's going on in their lives and how they feel about it."

"I know that's what my husband wants. I just don't know if I can do it."

"Why not?"

"Not exactly something you do a lot of in my family. Talking about your feelings that is. We're not like, closed off or anything, and we do talk. My parents are great, so are my sisters. They're loving and supportive and—"

"OK," Rebecca said calmly, cutting into his rambling speech. "And your husband?"

"Oh he's a talker. Kinda has to be. He's an addict," Carlos explained off her look. "Does the meetings, all of it. He's sober, has been for years. But he's done this. Therapy, talking things out. Says it helps."

"Do you think it will help?"

"I think I need to try."

"That's a strong word: need."

"It's how I feel, and that's the point, right?"

"It is. So why do you feel you need to talk?"

"Because I'm scared."

"What of?"

Carlos paused and took a deep breath. He looked down at the carpet of her office just beyond the rug, an off-grey colour with little flecks of red and white through it. At first he'd thought it was dirty but now that he was looking at it closely he could see how clean it was. It smelled fresh too, like they used some kind of scented product on it.

"Carlos?"

Rebecca's voice pulled him from his thoughts and he made himself look up at her. He gave a small shrug.

"I'm scared of losing my husband. Of wrecking our marriage."

"And why would that happen?"

"Because of what happened. With Spence."

"The accident."

"Not just that," Carlos said. "I… He was my friend and because of me—" He stopped, choking on the next part of the sentence. "It shouldn't have been him."

"Let's talk about why you feel that way, shall we?" Rebecca asked.

Keep reading part one

#writing jen is writing #the small roar of a mind trying to clear itself #tarlos fic #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star #911ls #otp: hey baby

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thecandywrites · 9 months ago

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Monster March 2024- Day 26- Drider

Drider Silk Velvet-

Yes, I could not resist bringing back Xuni and Kuvari from Monster March 2023 back for the next installation. Last year was Drider Silk Brocade. This year- is Drider Silk Velvet.

As always, thank you to the fabulous @borealwrites for their Monster March 2024- Prompt List!

Monster March 2024- Day 26- Drider

Drider Silk Velvet

“So? How are the eggs doing?” Kuvari asked Anrar, one of the few female caretakers to the new female driders that had been practically lured to live and produce silk for Dorierra- one of the many that Xuni had been paired with.

“About to hatch.” Anrar answered excitedly.

“And how is Qala doing?” She offered.

“She’s still very guarded, I practically have to get scented by frogs to be let into her burrow and practically have to feed her live prey in order for her to move.” Anrar offered.

“Well, keep me updated. I’d like to help any way I can. She mated with so many driders and laid such a huge clutch. The poor thing is probably still exhausted from the effort.” Kuvari offered sympathetically.

“I’m just worried I’ll lose her.” Anrur murmured quietly before Kuvari wrapped Anrur into a hug.

“We will do everything we can to not let that happen. It’s not over until it’s over. And if we have to incubate the clutch ourselves, I can. Hell I’ll incubate some eggs by strapping them to my chest if I have to.” Kuvari offered.

“Only for them to hatch and eat you alive?” Anrar asked as she relished in the hug.

“Nah, I still have some tricks of my sleeve for that.” Kuvari chuckled before their platters were done and their names were called out.

“Good luck. Hopefully today will be a better day than yesterday.” Kuvari urged as she grabbed her breakfast platter from the drider kitchens before she added some chilled fruit and other components to the platter before putting the lid back on and then hefted the platter up to her shoulder to carry out of there and into her waiting carriage before it quickly rode it back to her home with Xuni.

“So? Did they hatch yet?” Xuni asked when he could smell Anrar on Kuvari when she returned with breakfast.

“No, not yet. Hopefully soon though.” Kuvari answered as she set the platter down for them to eat from their special table.

“Is Qala still guarding the clutch and not letting anyone but Anrar close to her?” He asked.

“Yes. And Anrar is just worried for her.” Kuvari muttered.

“So am I.” Xuni confessed.

“Well, would you like to check in on her after breakfast? Before we have to work?” Kuvari offered.

“Yeah, I’d feel better if I could. Do we have anything we could offer her? Do we need to go to the market and get her a goat or something?” He asked.

“How about we go to her first to see what she would want or need. I’d hate to buy a live goat just for her to turn her nose up at it and then have to deal with it myself if she refuses.” Kuvari suggested as they continued to eat their breakfast, with Xuni seeming to eat just a bit quicker now.

“OK, ok, we’ll just go now. Put your mind at ease.” Kuvari offered as she finished her last bite of breakfast before she climbed onto Xuni’s back and rode him over to Qala’s palatial estate before she got off and knocked on the smaller door.

“Who is it?” She heard Anrar answer.

“It’s Kuvari, Xuni and I were just worried and came to check up on you and Qala.” Kuvari answered through the door.

“Come in please!” Anrar urged before Kuvari opened the door to see Anrar trying her best to wake up Qala who was sleeping over her eggs who seemed only moments away from hatching.

“Shit!” Kuvari cursed as she surged forward and ran towards Anrar and climbed the nest to try to help Anrar revive Qala.

“Xuni! Get the doctors, get every other caretaker you can!” Kuvari urged before Xuni turned and raced to the other houses and knocked frantically.

“Female Down! Female Down!” He called out to the others before the other caretakers all came flooding out of their places in the palaces around.

“Shit, shit, shit, she’s comatose! We need to get her IV fluids!” Kuvari realized as Xuni returned and climbed up the wall before he managed to spin a special blanket, right onto Qala to help hold her up so that her bigger body wouldn’t crush any eggs under her while he could only look forlornly at her shrinking, and practically almost shrivled abdome. But with how Qala spun this nest, no one could have seen it without getting to this vantage. So Xuni just kept focusing on making sure Kuvari and the others could still access her and administer medical attention.

“No, no, no! Come on Qalavih! Wake up! Your babies are about to hatch! Come on, we’re almost there.” Anrar was crying as she held Qala’s head in her hands, her thumbs on her pulse points to feel the lightest but slowest pulse.

“I’m losing her!” Anrar tearfully offered as Kuvari was trying to get IV’s into Qala’s legs and arms before Qala’s whole body crumpled and her legs, that were laying over the huge ball of eggs suddenly stood stiff as they tried to fold in.

“No! Qalavih! You can’t die! Your babies are here, they’re about to hatch any second! Come back!” Anrar cried as she tried to shake Qala’s form as her whole body folded up and crumpled up before the legs, were being folded in- so hard, they dimpled the nest and started to push pressure on the eggs.

“Shit, she’s gonna crush the eggs. Xuni! Pull her up! We have to save the nest!” Kuvari urged as she grabbed Anrar and pulled her off the nest before Xuni pulled up on his hold on Qalavih to pull her off of her whole nest and it was like a bear trap snapping, the way all of her legs and her human looking half all crumpled and folded in under her abdomen as her own spiky feet cut through the nest to slice the eggs under it as the amniotic fluid started to leak from the slits sliced into the egg shells.

“The eggs! Save the eggs!” Kuvari screamed as Xuni tied Qala’s body off and came down and put his hands to his spinnerets to spin some patches for the eggs quickly- so that they wouldn’t leak any more vital fluids as now, other driders were coming in and now helping Xuni and the other caretakers try to save the clutch of eggs as Anrar was beside herself in grief as she could only sit on the floor and stare up at the dead body of Qala tied to the ceiling.

“We need to get the compromised eggs off the nest, the fluid is dripping down into the rest of the nest and that’s gonna attract flies.” Xuni urged as he just kept trying to patch as many eggs as he could reach.

“Someone get me the emergency egg saver!” Another hollered before special- padded- and drider silk velvet lined egg carriers were pulled in as each egg was wrapped in special drider silk towels to soak up any residual amniotic fluid before they had to fill the eggs up as Xuni put them to his own abdomen, eager to save every single egg that Qala unintentionally sliced with her taloned feet while others started to fill buckets with hot soapy water to try to wash the other eggs that had gotten fluid spilled on them, not caring if each one was already lost. They were each precious, whether they were compromised or not.

They had to dig and disrupt the nest, each egg now marked to show how they were laying so that they were not turned and would drown in the egg from being turned at the last minute. They looked over and had special lights shown in to see where the developing driderling was at in development.

“Some of these are a week away from hatching. Others- are closer to two and a half weeks.” Kuvari couldn’t help but cry to see each now orphaned driderling egg as she tried to make sure she didn’t cry on the eggs themselves and risk the bloom more than the ones who absolutely had to be washed to keep clean- but now- had such precious bloom washed off the eggs. And were now in just as much danger as the sliced eggs were while those that weren’t affected were left alone and made sure that nothing, not even fruit flies would come into the nest and pose a threat to them as screens and special flytraps were immediately put up all around the nest.

Xuni, even covered his abdomen and made special places even for those eggs so that he essentially had a third of the eggs- safely secured onto his own abdomen, he would be useless for milking today. But he didn’t care. These were his babies as far as he was concerned, despite his cordial but rather impersonal relationship with their mother. His own fatherly instincts were kicked in and up into a high gear. He had to save them, the same way any parent would do anything to save a child.

“We need to surrogate these, split them up between the other females if we need to.” Kuvari noted to the others as they could now only sit with Anrar and try to comfort her now that the nest as a whole wasn’t in danger as they could only look up at Qala’s body sorrowfully.

“We can’t.” Anrar shook her head no.

“Anrar, you can’t incubate these by yourself. They need a drider mother.” Kuvari urged.

“No, Qala was only one of 3 from Silvil. The other two are males and they're too closely related to her for breeding but not close enough to have a close family bond. Others will know it by the look and smell of the eggs. And would eat the eggs if we try to surrogate them to the others.” Anrar sniffled as Kuvari winced and grimaced as did the others as they realized that.

“Fuck. I forgot about that. What about the retired mothers?” Another suggested.

“We can ask. But, otherwise, I don’t think the other new males would ever want to incubate and raise them. They prefer their bachelorhood. I think Xuni already has his hands full with the ones he does have.” Kuvari noted.

“I’ll take the clutch if no other female wants it. Either I can move in here or whatever we have to do to help.” Xuni insisted.

“Let’s reach out to the other retired driders. If none of them are up to the task, then yes, we’ll move in here.” Kuvari readily agreed. Giving Xuni a soft, appreciative smile before the others left and went around the district to ask before another- recently retired female came.

“Oh, the poor thing, she was too mindful of her own irractional harmful instincts and didn't have the intelligence to counteract them.” Suvire sighed sadly at the dead, still hanging body of Qala up on the ceiling before she inspected the nest before she came over to Xuni to look over the eggs.

“You’re wasting your time with these. They’re still too young and not developed enough yet to hatch and live. The ones without the bloom are gonna be sickly if they hatch at all. Because they won’t have the biome of the bloom to set them up. But the ones that are sliced, they're already practically lost.” Suvire gently broke it Xuni.

“I don’t mind giving them every chance to make it. 'Incubate until there’s no debate'.” He respectfully but firmly professed.

“Suit yourself.” She shrugged before she turned her attention back to the nest, with eight distinct lines of eggs already removed from where Qala’s taloned feet had sliced the eggs and dripped on the eggs under them before she spun new nesting silk in the now empty areas until it was returned to a full ball state.

“I’ll take it from here.” She insisted as she began to take over the large mansion sized house as her caretaker- Rhakkis came into the mansion to appraise it before they telling their many assistants to get- Qala, and all of her things as well as Anrar and all of her things out of the house, leaving Anrar to sit numbly on the porch of the house with her things around her feet.

“Hey, if you want to stay with Xuni and I. And help us with these other eggs, you’re more than welcome to.” Kuvari offered as others came and carted Qala’s body away for proper burial as Anrar could only stare at the dead body of her friend, now, loaded onto a cart like a dead horse and carted off to the funeral home.

“Thanks but…I think I’ll wait until they hatch and then get any of Qala’s daughters who would be just like her.” Anrar gently but graciously refused.

“I’ll send my driver to take you back to the caretakers dormitory. Here, for now, just do whatever you can and whatever you have to do- to bide your time until they hatch and are ready to be paired with a caretaker.” Kuvari offered as she gave Anrar her emergency fund purse that she always kept on her person. To aid her in any emergency she would face.

“Thanks.” Anrar gratefully took it and clutched it to her chest.

“Do you want an egg to incubate yourself?” Kuvari whispered before Anrar nodded with fresh tears.

“Do you want one of the ones on Xuni or do you want me to go back in there to get you another one?” Kuvari asked before Anrar lifted up her skirt a tiny bit to show she had two- one strapped to each leg under her full skirts as Kuvari and Anrar fist bumped with little scheming grins.

“Well then you’re gonna need proper incubating carrying cases. Come by later and I’ll see if I can get anything from Xuni to make you new ones. You have two babies to care for now. One for your chest, and one for your back.” Kuvari urged her.

“I’ll come by with my velvet loom.” Anrar offered.

“I’d love to work with you on it.” Kuvari replied with a proud grin before she walked under Xuni who was walking on his tip toes practically to keep his abdomen and the precious eggs taller and higher than all and any other traffic as they went ahead and ordered the carriage for Anrar before they stopped by the manager’s office to explain his change and that he was taking on the eggs that got damaged in Qala’s death and that he would not be spinning anything until they- either went bad on their own, or until they hatched, and if need be, would be raised with him as the managers blinked in surprise to hear and then see Xuni with the other eggs, and how protective he was already over them.

It was rare that a male drider would step up like that, but it was common enough in Dorierra that they were reclassified and given special accommodations and allowances for this instance as Kuvari clued them in that Anrar was going to be incubating at least two on her own as well as they nodded and made a note to move her to the special foster care facility. So that she essentially became a foster mother, just like Kuvari now was.

They came home, already seeing Anrar there, with her velvet loom, setting it up next to their own.

“Hope you don’t mind if I store this here until I would need it again.” Anrar offered.

“No, not at all.” Kuvari and Xuni both shook their heads no before Xuni went and got his spare spools of thread, that he had spun from himself- when he found he still had some extra to spin after Kuvari would take his official silk to the garment district.

“Wow, you keep all the excess silk?” Anrar offered.

“Yeah, Kuvari only likes to spin so many yards from me. But there are days when I know I have more to give but don’t want to have the managers demand more, whether I have it to give or not. So I keep them for my own personal use.” Xuni shrugged as he helped to thread the loom with his excess threads. It didn’t have to be perfect, and it didn’t have to be pretty, it just had to be functional.

Kuvari left and got them all a large lunch as well as to the garment district to pick up excess scraps of cloth to make a drider quilt as news of the death of Qala had spread, even to them. As they were saddened for her loss, but happy another could surrogate and foster the clutch as a whole, while other still were happy yet just a touch disappointed that Xuni wouldn’t be able to spin for at least a few weeks.

But it’s not like Xuni was hurting for money. His silk was still high quality. And still worth waiting for and his delay was for the most noble cause of all. As many of the scraps were barely scraps at all before they were handed to her to make little quilts for the driderlings and carrying cases for the eggs as well as “sub-par” threads were even donated to the cause to help make drider silk velvet for the eggs and their carrying cases.

Kuvari felt like she had her own carriage packed with such things and had to make several trips and out of the carriage to get it all inside as Anrar and the driver all worked together to get it all in while Xuni organized it as it came in so that the house didn’t look or feel cluttered. As it was clear, they still had a lot of work to do for these little driderlings.

News then began to spread as many came and offered their congratulations and praise to Suvire for fostering another’s clutch. And her household was given many special gifts. But many, knew to save the best of the best of their gifts for Anrar, Xuni and Kuvari. As it was clear that Anrar was making drider silk velvet while Xuni was making a special carry case for Anrar while Kuvari was content to sit at the table and make a quilt squares with the already spun fabric and dragon wool batting between the layers so that the eggs would stay at a great temperature, but that there was only a thin layer of silk between the person wearing it and the egg inside. So that they could sense that they weren’t alone. And hopefully wouldn’t get ill if they were carried and bounced around in the harness.

But usually, those that did this, the driders that came out those eggs were especially personable, and could take on any milker and were much more socialized with not just other driders but others in general, but also, be just as close, if not closer to their “mothers” and would have almost “unnatural” relationships with their fathers if the fosters surrogated and fosters their own driderlings like any other mother.

Anrar was of course, given the most sympathy, and empathy and the best of the best gifts so she could surrogate the eggs of Qala with ease before more and more stayed to help make quilts for the driderlings as soon another table was brought, and a proper feast was brought in for dinner as everyone was happy to help- any way they could as in no- time, there were stacks of not just drider silk quilts, but driderling carrying cases- both for the eggs and for when they would hatch, their surrogates would be able to carry them easily and readily.

The two halves of the velvet matrix was sliced with a razor sharp blade before the- rather abstract in patterned velvet was revealed. It was actually really pretty in an eclectic way. No one seemed to care about the aesthetics though. It was made in love, and in made in an hour of need, it was far from perfect, but real love, especially between parents and children- rarely had time to perfect itself before it was implemented. Each person was bound and determined that even if none of these driderlings made it, that there would still be excess for if and when it would ever happen again. And even if none of these driderlings made it, they would still be loved, wholly and unconditionally nonetheless by everyone else while the edges of the velvet was made into special velvet yarn to be crocheted and knitted into mittens for hatchlings who had yet to learn how use their own fangs. Like any other baby wearing mittens to keep their own fingernails from cutting their faces or anything.

“Fatherhood suits you.” Kuvari murmured once they finished what they could that day and their visitors left as she and him got ready to lay down, with Kuvari making sure that Xuni had the best spot in the otherwise massive bed as she was content to lay beside him and reach down and pet and stroke the eggs within reach of her as he twisted himself around so that he could lay with his arm over the others.

“I wasn’t ready.” Xuni confessed.

“What do you mean? You handled today like a well seasoned professional.” Kuvari frowned.

“I wasn’t ready for the father's instinct to be so strong. I wasn’t ready to be ready and willing to lay my life beside Qala’s to protect them and care for them. Even now, I have to fight the urge to not eat anything because my instincts are telling me to save all food for them when they hatch. Even though I know that isn’t sound. I know that it is unreasonable. I know if I were to try to save that food, it would rot and go bad before they would come. And so I have to eat it now, I have to sustain myself for them and for you. This is not at all what I imagined our family to be like or feel like, but I love this more than I ever thought I would. I don’t care if you didn’t lay these eggs yourself. You’re still just as much of a mother to them than any other.” Xuni confessed in a soft murmur and whisper as his hands affectionately pat each one he could reach.

“Me either, and while I wouldn’t wish the circumstances on any other. I’m still really happy we could have this chance and opportunity to have this. Even if only one hatches, it’ll be worth it.” Kuvari whispered as her eyes glazed with happy tears, tired from her work but content to see Xuni be the father she always knew he could be too.

The next two weeks, every day, Kuvari would trade out which eggs would be worn on her chest or her back as she continued to go and get food for herself and Xuni, as well as continue to make baby clothes for hopefully- when these little ones would hatch as she always seemed to hold, cradle, and sing and rock each one, as if they had already hatched out to be babies as she took a special medicine to hopefully get her to lactate for a driderling hatchling.

Then their duedate came. And the rest of the clutch hatched on time. Even Anrar's two eggs hatched. Which just left Kuvari to hire another to go and get their meals as she and Xuni could do little but sit and wait, all day everyday, making other baby clothes and whatever else they could think of as they waited for them to hatch.

They knew they were alive, they knew they were ready. The driderlings had now come to know Xuni's voice as well as Kuvari's as they would talk and softly coo and sing to each driderling in each egg. They had already picked out names for each one, what tiny little bits of them they could see through the ever thinning egg shell.

All of Kuvari's siblings came to visit her over this time and visit the eggs of those who she had practically adopted as she let her younger siblings get close and talk softly to the little, hopefully soon to hatch as Xuni and Kuvari discussed baby names, both girls and boys, depending on what would hatch.

Inevitably, a couple eggs were too far gone and could not be saved and had rotted within only a couple of days, and those Kuvari and Xuni buried. With names that they could only guess as to the driderling who could have been inside.

But otherwise, Kuvari did all she could to keep as much skinship between her, Xuni and these eggs, especially the washed ones, hoping to re-establish the microbiome bloom that was still on the partially sliced eggs that had been saved, carefully turning them so that they, got some contact with each other and her.

And with Xuni and her sleeping together in the nest, she took turns with holding one under each arm while another would be in the cradle of her chest, hoping that the babies inside would feel her warmth, hear her heartbeat and her breath and keep living.

And then, very early, only an hour before dawn- one morning, Kuvari got the surprise of her life to see two driderlings, each- had hatched and had found her, in the dark, and uncovered her breasts enough to start nursing, she didn’t hardly feel or hear them, she just felt them suckling and woke up, looking down to see her whole body was covered in driderlings, the two leisurely nursing while the rest- were happy to rest as they waited for their turn. Two more, were cuddled into the crux of her neck and shoulder while two more were under each arm.

“Xuni! Xuni!” She whispered as she reached out to where he was sleeping and used her fingertips to scratch at his waist to wake him up.

“What?! What?” He woke with a start as that seemed to wake the rest of them who moved over to her.

“We have babies! Our babies are here!” She started to coo and cry before he reached and turned on the light as the sleeping driderlings seemed to glare at the light and try to bury their faces into Kuvari.

“Oh my gods, hi guys! Oh my goodness, you guys hatched! I’m a horrible father, I missed it!” Xuni started to cry as he saw them but couldn’t stop smiling as he was quick to gather all he could around them, as he checked over all the eggs.

“Hi Honey, Mama’s here. Daddy’s here, we’re all here Babies.” Kuvari cooed as she slowly began to reach out to pet their pretty little heads as the ones nursing hesitantly opened their eyes to gaze at her happy, tear stained face as they smiled back before they went back to nursing as she then reached out to caress the faces of all the others, marveling at their super fine, soft, fuzzy hair that covered them, they were all different colors of the rainbow, they were all different yet the same because they did have the same mother. But all of them were too cute for words!

“Oh my goodness, you’re here! You’re all here! And you all hatched at the same time!” Xuni began to laugh as he was quick to dispose of the now empty and now drying ou egg shells and then flip over to his back, making sure his own fangs were covered and wouldn’t hurt them as he was happy to try to wrangle the ones who had already nursed to rest over him and in his arms to press soft, sweet kisses into them as he was happy to put the different baby clothes- specifically, the tops over their human looking halves before putting special mittens over their own fangs so that they couldn’t hurt Kuvari, happy when the clothes, which practically acted like velcro on his own abdomen, even the underside as the babies were happy to wake up and coo to them, soaking up all the love and affection and happy to get wrapped in soft clothes and blankets as he handed Kuvari some to gently dress between each one taking a turn to nurse from her as it was clear, which ones had been at her chest as many of them tried to all wedge in around her chest and belly. All of them burying their faces and chests into her soft, but warm skin to keep all the skinship they could.

“Here, at least lets get those fangs covered, can’t be hurting Mommy.” Kuvari cooed as she still tried to “wrestle” a few, just to put the mittens on, which were essentially the same as newborn baby mittens before all the babies were now nursed and happy and sated before the young family fell back asleep to get a few more precious hours of sleep before breakfast.

#Monster March 2024 #Monster March 2024- Day 26- Drider #Drider #Drider Silk Velvet #Drider Silk Brocade Continued!

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fights4users · 2 years ago

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Disc talk

Disclaimer: it has been awhile since I’ve seen Legacy and I’m speaking purely from memory, I’ll update this upon a rewatch in case I’m wrong/misremembering.

Two things that always erked me is how the film frames the system/grid and the discs. The Crux of the plot lies on Clu creating the “perfect system” but … they were never creating a system. They were creating a city.

Too human/lack of purpose-

A perfect system. Yeah ok, but what is the system for? What does it do. Legacy is so focused on the world inside it kind of forgets/ignores the fact it’s in a computer and not just an alternate world.

In this I believe it’s also been stated that Flynn definitely played much more into the Human like features when designing and programming. The skin colors more natural, there’s more free time - there’s bars!! It basically implies that rather than programming he played God… “True User power” if you will.

But in doing this he’s created his greatest enemy, both in his neglect and failure to see what he was building. He forgot programs aren’t people. They need directives. Purpose. Ok - they’re all here to build up the system. Then what? For what? What’s the system for or going to do? The encom system has a purpose- it’s a huge tech company’s computer. Is the Tron system just going to be one hell of a PC?

By the time we see the grid in legacy it’s been sitting idol for 20 years, post coup. No wonder clu wants to break out! In his mind it’s done here- why not expand? There’s nothing else here- it’s the desire/drive to do what he’s been told the need to be doing something. Flynn creates a nice city, he makes a bunch of neat leisure spots but again- programs aren’t humans. They don’t do the “id be happy spending my whole existence just lounging” thing. (I’m not 100% blaming Flynn for clu doing a facism but I’m saying he’s a factor who created a few clauses)

*before you come at me. I know legacy stepped further away from Allegory and reflecting technology side but just roll with me. It’s not like they explained the shift.

Discs and digital evolution-

Again when we see the grid it’s 20 years post coup/operations (user time). I don’t know how much we can acredit to Flynn besides the discs being society wide but…

On one hand he’s sort of completely forgotten the discs being a oppressive tool with the large purpose of “so I don’t have to absorb you personally but get your useful data anyway.” As “everything you are/will be , will be implemented on this disc”

By making them editable he had essentially introduced Medicine/wound recovery to program society. He made it possible for them to fix themselves/each other. Think about it… in the old system just one hit could potentially lead to Deresolution. Now there’s scars! There’s recovery of limbs (at least for ISO’s) and it not being a immediate death sentence. IF a program was fixed/saved in the old days it’d basically have to be divine intervention and a user noticing fast enough and acting quick enough to save them.

This is just a really fascinating note and I don’t think anyone’s addressed this. Again— really bad idea to have everyone carrying around a ID attached to their soul that is

1.) easily accessible

2.) EASILY EDITIED.

But at the same time…medical science and higher life expectancy????? So? Win some lose some.

It’s late but if anyone wants to expand on this please do!!! (I like to dissect things and I’m wanting to better understand legacy,)

#tron #tronblr #tron legacy #tron 1982 #kevin flynn #clu #clu 2.0 #clu 2 #Tron lore #Tron meta #meta #ramble #programs #isos

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yuuniee · 1 year ago

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🐍 إلى مفتاح قلوبنا 🧵

(To The Owner Of My Heart)

A/N: A happy (VERY VERY late) birthday to Jamil, and happy meal for Desert Puppeteer enjoyers even though it’s a bit short. Enjoy your meal and don’t forget to chew a lot and swallow~ (/j)

Taglist: @ameleii @achy-boo

It was the time where the birds would chirp together, golden and red leaves slowly fall from trees. It was truly a relaxing day for everyone.

...Except for one person.

Farah, who had been working at Sam’s Mystery Shop to make enough money for the limited edition matching keychains and the mixer as to replace the broken one, was sleeping there on the floor in a sleeping bag. Needless to say, he was surprised to see that the little imp was sleeping on the floor, or so he calls her.

He poked her cheek to wake her up, causing her to get startled.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were this desperate to get something, Li’l Miss Farah!” He asked her with a smile.

“Mmh...” She rubbed her eye and sat up like a worm. “Good mornin’, Mr. Sam.”

After the realization dawned on her, she immediately unzipped the sleeping bag and got out of it.

“I-I’m sorry! I was planning to go back to my dorm after cleaning up here but... I think I forgot to actually go...” Her cheeks visibly flushed as she mentally facepalmed herself.

As a response, he chuckled.

“Working overtime here has actually tired you out, hm?” The shop owner said while turning on the lights.

“...A bit. Nothing I can’t handle.” She dryly replied, steeling her nerves at anything that he might say or do.

“Could it be..? Are you working to get a gift for someone special?” He raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

“Yes-- No! I-I mean...” She looked away in embarrassment.

“It’s OK, don’t worry! Now come on, we have to prepare the Mystery Shop for the day!”

After she dusted herself off, she sat up and helped Sam prepare the shop and headed to the school like nothing happened.

—

As Farah was done with her shift for the day, she lightly tapped on Sam’s shoulder.

“Mr. Sam, I’ve been saving a lot of money for a while, and I would like to buy some stuff if that’s alright with you.”

“Oh, what is it?” He politely asked, to which resulted in Farah walking over and point at a couple of things.

“These keychains and that mixer...” She replied, “About a month ago, one of the mixers in my dorm broke down because of some idiot who thought it’d be a good idea to mix a hardened dough with it... So I worked here in order to get a new one while using other dorms’ mixers. I didn’t wanna trouble anyone with it, so I worked hard to replace it myself.”

“I see, so that was why you’ve been insisting on taking night shifts as well...”

She nodded as she handed him the money.

“May I buy them?” She asked with a serious stare before looking away. “...Please?”

The young man smiled and put a hand over her shoulder.

“Of course, go ahead!” He winked as the Scarabian before him was left stunned.

“Okay, Mr. Sam.” Her face brightened up while she carried the things she bought carefully to the next place she’ll go.

—

As Farah was done with her shift in Mystery Shop, she got back to her dorm with a huge box in her arms. It was sloppily wrapped, but ready to be given to the birthday boy.

She looked around the crowd to search for her beloved. After a while, she spotted the all-too-familiar feather accessory and moved towards it while muttering ‘excuse me’s, politely asking others to let her through. It wasn’t too long before she managed to reach to him.

“Albi?” His face visibly brightened up when he saw her face, “I am glad you made it. You told me that you were going to be really busy this week.”

She smirked and placed the box next to the table.

“I wouldn’t want to miss this special occasion to give something nice to someone I cherish this much.” She replied and hugged him, “Happy birthday, habibi... May it be full of joy and happiness for you.”

The vice leader simply chuckled and brushed her hair off, then kissed her in the forehead.

“Thank you, my dear.” Then he cupped her face and kissed her on the cheek.

She held his hand and leaned in to kiss him, causing his cheeks to flush in embarrassment. Then she whispered in his ear with a grin.

“I loooooove you~”

Then giggled despite the young man glaring daggers at her.

“Do you really have to do this every time we are in public?!” He elbowed her while turning his flushed face away. Farah playfully hummed in response and kissed his cheek while carrying the second box to the kitchen.

When she arrived there, she quietly made her way to where the broken mixer was and her eyes widened in shock. Because it was already replaced with a brand new one. The creaking of the door instantly snapped her out of the thoughts rushing in her head.

“I knew you were doing something to replace it.” The familiar voice of the birthday boy was heard. “I already told Kalim the next day that it was broken, and we already found the culprit and he had gotten suspended...”

She slowly lowered her head in defeat, but instantly flashed a smile.

“Whoops. Looks like I got caught, huh?” She sheepishly said, rubbing her neck. “Can’t expect anything to miss from your sight actually...”

Jamil sighed and shook his head.

“You needn’t have to work so much, you could’ve just told Kalim or me.” He said, voice laced with pure concern, frowning at the sight of her tired face. “If you need to rest, then you can. I don’t mind.”

“Says you, the king of overworkers.” She rolled her eyes with a scowl appearing on her face right after, “You always work so much until you get exhausted. And just so you know, I really hate to see you this way.”

“But you know about my duty Farah...” He replied.

“Of course, of course... But...” She closed her eyes and trailed off. Then the sound of his footsteps coming closer to her became louder until he was right in front of her. He brought a hand over her cheek and touched it.

“I very much understand your concern about me and my well-being, my jewel. I find it quite endearing.” His gaze met hers, “At least I got to rest today. The students were the ones that arranged everything for the party.”

The girl tilted her head, some of her short, midnight blue strands falling on her face. Just for a moment, she wanted to hold him. She awkwardly opened her arms for him for a hug, and she felt her lover’s embrace after a few seconds.

“Jamil...” She muttered, “I need to tell you something.”

He looked at her with his concerned look returning again.

“Ever since we started dating, I haven’t been able to say this out loud but... I really hope I showed it...” She pressed her lips together and exhaled, “I love you so much, maybe even more than you think I do.”

“You did.” He responded shortly, “I can see it well. But just don’t do it in public.”

She tilted her head again.

“Why? Only stuff I do is hugs and kisses.”

“It’s embarrassing...” He said with his cheeks flushing, turning into a slight shade of crimson color.

“I find it pretty cute though.” She grinned while wrapping her arms around his neck. “Very cute for a man who would cause some ladies to pass out with a single look...”

“Is that so?” He raised an eyebrow and grinned back at her. “Then prove it, Albi.”

“Well...” She said and kissed him on the lips while touching his cheek. Then she broke off the kiss and cupped his other cheek with her free hand. “Who wouldn’t fall for someone with beautiful eyes that looks like a pair of obsidian, glistening lips, handsome face... Augh! ...Y-you do get what I mean, right?”

His laughed and gently stroked her cheek with another smirk.

“Of course I do.” He replied to Farah who was too flustered to speak at the moment. After composing herself, she held his hand and looked away for a second, then looked at him in the eye again.

“Say, Jamil... Would you like to go back to the party together? I-I’ll be there, next to you, holding your hand like this...” She gave his hand a gentle yet firm squeeze.

“I’d be delighted to.” He replied and swept her messy bangs, then kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger longer than his usual pecks.

“T-then let’s go, okay?” She mumbled and walked out of kitchen to the party venue while holding his hand. Then she looked back at him, gave him a slight smile and mouthed a quick ‘I love you so much, Jamil Viper’.

‘Perhaps this is the best birthday I’ve ever had thus far...’ He thought to himself while they were walking. When they arrived, he felt her thumb brush against his hand looked at her. Then he noticed her smiling at him as well.

“I love you too, my dearest.” He said while leaning into her ear, causing her to get flustered again.

“You’re lucky it’s your birthday...” She said while turning to her front.

“With you being the best present?”

“Maybe...”

He leaned again and kissed her on the cheek too, then whispered.

“Then I am glad to have such a good present being given to me...” He said while sitting on a pillow.

She lightly smacked his shoulder while sitting on the pillow next to his. But then she laid her head on his shoulder and hugged his arm.

“...Again, happy birthday Jamil...” She muttered. “May it be the best year for you.”

“Thank you, my dearest.” He replied and laid his head on top of hers.

As they sat together, Jamil closed his eyes and quietly wondered what will the next year bring to him. Then he looked at Farah and smiled.

‘This year brought me a miracle... Next year, who knows?’

Then he closed his eyes again and intertwined his fingers with hers, letting himself relax just for this moment. Even it was fleeting, he secretly wished moments like this with her would last forever.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #farah alnazar #jamil viper x oc #desert puppeteer #scarabia oc #twst oc x canon

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definitely-mothman · 1 year ago

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The Reflection of a Prince Ch 3

I’m really bad at making summaries, but in a nutshell, this is an Overblot! Jade Leech fic, with the Original Characters belonging to Royal Sword Academy, specifically for a fandom based on the Little Mermaid. • A gala approaches, on not one land, but two, and split in half, what other choice does a Prince have to do? But beware in the past, there is an eye that still watches. Who remembers, who plots and hides teeth in the darkness.

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Azul was flipping through finance files, about 7 in the morning according to his watch. It was the best time in the week to put together the documents for each days’ sales and costs, along with calculating the salary for employees for the biweekly basis. It was unusually quiet, although it didn’t bother him at the moment. It was still somewhat early, and the silence made it easier to focus.

It was only logical such silence should be rudely interrupted by annoying text vibrations on the wood desk.

“Hey do you like. Have the attendance sheets for the Board Game Club on hand rn.”

Right side top drawer, folder at the very front. Divider is by year…there it was.

“Yes I have them in the Lounge. Is Crowley asking for them already?”

“Kinda I mean. Yeah. He didn’t do this shit last year, says it’s bc of the festival thingy. BS tbh.”

“Do you want me to run them over in the next few minutes?”

“It doesn’t have to be like right now now, but around 7:30-7:45ish would be coolio, plus I’ll be actually awake at that point lol.”

Set the papers aside, set phone timer for 7:30. He’d likely just ask Jade or one of the third years to carry those over. The logistics of having the main keys for the lounge and having to cross campus not long before opening the back entryways for early shifts just seemed too annoying.

“Ok, someone will come by 7:40 at the latest.”

“Man I thought you’d do it ;-; you always send your Vice to do it and ngl he scares the shit outta me dude”

“That doesn’t sound like my issue, Idia.”

“I mean I’ll gladly accept paperwork from anyone in your dorm who isn’t in the top 3 tiers of the ‘Would Murder Me’ list. Like seriously there’s gotta be someone dude.”

“Any of them would likely lose the papers or be late. It’s not my issue he has an intimidating air carrying out benign errands.”

It was about 7:15.

“Bro tf you mean ‘intimidating air’ that implies it’s like. Accidental, and not him creating the comforting aura of a slasher villain. Idk how you survive interacting with him for most of the day. If I got locked in a room with either Leech for like 30 minutes I’d probably kms to get out faster.”

“I’m sure he’d find that quite humorous to hear. Anyways, it's not my problem, and I have things to do so I’m going to go silent for a while.”

“Alr whatever you’re like 100% serial killer victim number one tho.”

He put down the phone on the desk, mentally rolling his eyes.

It wasn’t the first time he’d heard a qualm like this about Jade, especially not from Idia. It was strange to keep hearing, probably because he just couldn’t see what it was everyone was so…afraid of. In a competitive setting, it was logical for even him to be wary of Jade as a long-game player and as someone very good at concealing his hand. But in terms of just normal school life, it just didn’t make sense. At the worst, Jade liked to poke psychologically in the same way Floyd did physically. Instead of chasing and manhandling, it was done with subtle body language and straight faced teasing. Once you wrapped your mind around how the game worked, it was actually quite fun to play in return, although for a completely anti-social loner like Idia, it didn’t seem like much fun.

He may have come across as strange or snakelike, but Azul had a level of trust in him that provided a sense of ease. At the very least, if Jade had wanted him dead, it would have happened already. He made him tea or coffee every morning, and Azul couldn’t think of the last time he’d even had a second thought at drinking what was placed on his desk.

Speaking of which. He hadn’t drank anything all morning, and the lack of hydration was beginning to make his early morning energy wear off. Usually they were both up around the same time.

He left the VIP lounge, heading back towards the shared communal space, including the small kitchen the dormitory shared. The tea bags he used were typically in one of the top shelves of the cabinet farthest from the shared fridge. He put some water in a pan and turned on the stove, sitting the bag’s string over the side. There was a kettle in the shared area, but it was nowhere to be seen, so he’d have to make do.

The tea that he had made wasn’t perfect, but it was fine enough. Octanivelle students set for the early shifts had started to trickle in, and Floyd stumbled in behind them. A bit earlier than he normally woke up, but well within his range.

“Hey Floyd. It’s odd having you be the first one up.”

Floyd slid over, propping against the island. He still looked a bit tired.

“Huh? Jade left our room like. A few hours ago. At least, I think so. Idk, I was half-asleep.”

“A few hours ago? I haven’t run into him all morning. I was going to ask him to run some papers over to Ignihyde.”

“I could run them over lol-“

“It’s fine, you can handle opening, I’ll just run them myself. Was he running off to do the headcounts he mentioned yesterday?”

“Idk, probably? He sometimes dips out in the middle of the night to do something-or-another, I figure it’s just that.”

“…I wasn’t aware he did that. I doubt anyone at RSA is awake enough for him to get any reasonable survey numbers at this hour.”

“Eh, who knows. I’m not worrying about it personally. Probably went off early to maybe hike over there instead of taking the bus. I could see him doing something like that.”

“Oh, ok. If you're not worried-“

“By the way, when are you supposed to be taking the papers over?”

“Um,” Azul checked his watch again. It was 7:39 already, and the walk across campus would probably take some 7 minutes. Shit.

“I should probably go now; I’m already behind schedule.”

“Alrighty then, have fun. I need the key ring though to open.”

“Right, right.” He took the Lounge key ring off of his belt loop, and took the trenchcoat off his shoulders and dug through the pockets for the VIP lounge key. There. When he took his hand out though, he had two keys.

He couldn’t remember which key this was, and with how often he absentmindedly put them in various pockets, it was any guess when he’d put it there. He handed off the known key to Floyd, and put the second one back.

With that, he returned to the office space, collecting the papers, and then headed towards the mirror for the main campus.

For Azul’s taste, it was an eerily lonely morning.

• • •

“I’m good to meet up whenever you are.”

It was almost 5 in the afternoon, and students were flowing to and from Coralliadom, mostly to leave campus to get dinner or head towards the cafeteria. Rielle hovered over the message, and panned his gaze over to his Housewardens’ staff. He went over and took it up, gripping 3 fingers around the magestone and prying it out. He put the stone in his right interior pocket.

“Aight. I’ll head out that way. Should I turn my GPS on to make it easier or smthn?”

“Sure.”

He flicked it on, and began to make his way out of the dormitory. He left the staff in his room to not raise any sort of suspicion, but held onto his pen. He managed to slip Claude’s visage in this escape attempt, sliding through the mirror and booking it across campus towards the gate. It was actually quite invigorating, sneaking off like this. See, I told you I could take care of myself! The gate was open, and Rielle slipped in with the crowd of leaving students, removing the outer RSA jacket and bundling it under his arm. Just before the bus stop, he broke off, awkwardly trotting down the incline and breaking off into the tree cover surrounding the campus.

He had to walk for a while before eventually running into the Octanivelle kid, about 3 minutes. Curly brunette hair almost covered their eyes completely, and their poise seemed too calm for how they talked over text.

Whatever, people were usually more casual over text anyways, right? Not like he had another option at this point anyways.

“Heyo-! I made it, sorry if I was a bit late.”

“It’s fine, I made sure to set time aside so I’d be good if you were. Do you have the stuff I asked for?”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it right here.”

Rielle took a small jewelry box out of his pocket, one that you’d normally keep earrings in. He handed it over to the student, who opened it, eyes glazing over the inside.

“Spit vial thing, hair is in a vial, the clippings are just in the box bc I figured that was fine, and the empty vial is the…song? Idk if you just wanted me to sing into a vial, so that’s what I did, sorry if that wasn’t what you wanted.”

“Oh that’s fine.” He closed the box lid, and put it in the pocket of his dorm uniform, which went almost below his knees.

“Are you guys’ uniforms that long? Based on the photos, I always thought they hit like, mid-thigh at the longest.”

“Oh, this isn’t my uniform.” The kid took out a small glass dish, and sat it over a bundle of tinder he’d piled on the ground. “I spilled some shit on mine earlier this week, so I had to borrow my roommates. He’s like, a good foot taller than me, haha.”

His voice seemed a little…stiff, despite how casual his words were. The student looked up towards Rielle, expression a bit nervous.

“Uh, did you bring a water bottle or something by chance? I would’ve brought one myself for the potion but I didn’t think about it. I mean, I can just use a water spell I guess, but I haven’t eaten a lot today and my magic’s probably a little shaky because of it.”

“Oh, no worries, I’ll do it. Did you skip lunch or something?” Rielle clicked his magestone into his pen, and with a small flick formed about two cups’ worth of water inside the dish.

“Thanks, and no, I didn’t bring much money when I made my way over here so I couldn’t grab anything substantial in Craneport.”

“Oh. Well, you’ll need my ID to get into the dorm anyways, so don’t worry about using it to get meal swipes. Claude will hound you-me if he sees you being the slightest bit winded. Wait-“

Rielle took out his phone, and began texting rapidly. The students’ phone pinged several times back to back.

“Ok I sent you the itinerary for the day of, so that you’ll be ready for that, and also the sheet music for the musical performance on Friday.”

“Musical…performance?”

“Yeah, I am/was doing a pretty singing number for the gala thingy- but you’re taking on my singing voice anyways so you’ll be good. There’s 5 days anyway to get the hang of it, and you won’t be on stage alone!”

“O-oh. Ok.”

The student began to dump the contents into the water, and lit a small fire on the tinder beneath the dish with his pen.

“I could’ve done that, yknow.”

“Oh, sorry. Just didn’t think about it.”

“Lol, you don’t have to say sorry. Just don’t want you to overexert yourself.”

The kid took a small twig nearby to stir the mixture, using his other hand to control the flame, it spinning to a light blue color. He was murmuring something under his breath, but Rielle couldn’t make out whatever incantation he was saying. Maybe saying it really quietly was a part of it?

In a moment, the small whirlpool in the mixture tinted to a bright red, and spread out within the dish. A small smile briefly appeared on the kid’s face, and he put the twig to the side, taking a small necklace out of his pocket.

“Oh, that’s the jewelry item?”

“Yeah. I’m using this one specifically because I’ve been able to get it to work with other magic properties like this already. No worries for me about it not working.”

“It’s so…cute. Is it an actual nautilus shell? It looks a bit more worn and dirty than the ones you see in shops. And it’s so tiny!”

“Yeah, it’s an actual shell, a friend of mine picked it out for me, we were pretty little at the time. So that’s why it’s kinda small.”

“So I’m guessing the string on it is more recent so it fits your neck? Lol.”

“Yeah, I’ve changed the string a million times at this point, hah.”

Again. That slightly strained voice, enough to notice but not noticeable enough for Rielle to want to bring attention to it.

The Octanivelle student took the twig he’d sat down, and stuck it firmly in the ground. Taking the necklace’s string and catching it on the twig, he dipped the shell down into the potion, where it began to glow a pale white within the liquid.

“Ah, yeah. The contract scroll. I almost forgot about it.”

He took a golden paper out of his pocket, along with a slightly decorative pen. It was folded several times into a little square, and once unfolded the top portion was too crinkled to properly read. But most of it was legible, and listed everything they’d spoken about over text, word for word. Rielle panned over the language, checking for any small print. He may have had no other choice, but he’d barter if he needed to.

“The only small text on there is about you being liable if the Unique Magic offered in the contract expires before you return to trade places with me again.”

“And that time would be…”

“Friday, about 11pm. An hour and a half after the gala hosted in your dorm will have ended. I just don’t want to be stuck up there. Do you want the pen? I thought you’d take it already-“

“How did you do this? This is a Unique Magic in and of itself, dude! Did you actually get your Housewarden to write one up for you? Like an IOU or something?”

“…can’t say. Secrets of the trade, lol. I don’t wanna lose my chances of getting deals like this in the future, you know?”

The student smiled, but the emotion didn’t quite reach the shine in his eyes. As if they carried two different people. I suppose that was Octanivelle for you. Rielle took up the pen, and carefully signed his name, drawing a smile heart above the i.

He absentmindedly handed the paper and pen back over, and dropped his RSA jacket onto the ground. The guy would probably need it if he wanted to slip back onto campus.

“There you go. I should probably text my parents about now and head off towards the hall of mirrors. Pretty much no one’s walking around campus right now, although you might wanna wait a few minutes before going into campus.”

“Alright, I have to wait for this to finish up anyways. Hope you have fun at the family gathering.”

“Yeah, I will! Thanks for doing me a solid, man.”

“Don’t even worry about it.”

Rielle finally got up from a squat on the ground, turning and heading back towards the campus.

He couldn’t have left soon enough. The illusory potion put together that morning was only meant to last about an hour. Even now, teal was beginning to push through the brunette hair, which was now falling to the ground at an alarming rate. He hadn’t even bothered to notice the contacts that already matched his eye color, or how squatting down disguised his clothing slowly fitting more snugly. The potion let off a sweet-smelling steam. It was done.

Taking the string off from around the twig, the necklace was pulled from the solution, and now it had a beautiful yellow gleam. He took off the Mostro Lounge jacket, covering a simple white dress shirt like those worn in RSA. The jacket and hat was placed into a pile along with the glass dish, and with a gentle wave of his pen, the pile burst into a large flame.

The necklace’s string fit perfectly to his head, and the nautilus shell was tucked beneath the shirt collar. He imagined how it looked outside of himself. Thin, siren eyes becoming like that of a doe, merging in and out as if both were mirages. A pale glow flowing down the edge of his hair, it growing vibrant red, and growing longer as the glow went down, beyond his hair’s end. The shell felt as though it could replace his own heart with how warm it felt against his chest.

Finally, he opened his mouth, feeling up and down the foreign vocal chords. The sweet, silky sound that left his mouth. That voice which was far too beautiful to belong to him. He stood and straightened his back, and lightly lifted his eyebrows along with the corners of his mouth, trying to make it look natural. Speak with your throat, keep your balance on the left side instead of in the middle. Pretend as though your head is filled with helium.

“Hey guys! Sorry I’m back late, I got kinda sidetracked, went on a stroll and lost track of time. But…you forgive me, right?”

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camp cloudtop: chapter seven

Hello friends! I’m hard into the phase of fic writing of ‘ok we’re done introducing and now we just have to have things ~happen~ so what happens’ and I had no idea what was going to happen, but we got there! Thank you for sticking with me!

This can be found on ao3 as well.

After a successful hour in the pool, half the time as swim lessons and the other half as free time, next Vax, Keyleth, and their 7-9 year olds were headed out to the grass field for some games.

“We should come up with a group name!” shouted Tyne, the boy of the gnome sibling pair.

“Like a band!” Clemyn, his sister, added and he turned to nod enthusiastically at her.

“You know, what?” Keyleth looked over to Vax who nodded, offering an amused shrug. “You two can be in charge of gathering name ideas. Get an idea from everyone, and then we’ll vote.”

“Awesome!” The twins high-fived and immediately turned to the kid next to them, brainstorming ideas. Keyleth could’ve sworn she heard something about goldfishes.

As they finally reached the large field in the back of the grounds, a group of kids were already there with their counselors. These kids were older, most a good foot or more taller than Vax and Keyleth’s group. About fifteen feet across from them were big stacks of hay, each with a tarp with a target painted on it strapped across the front. As they got closer, Keyleth saw tall buckets filled with bows and a smaller bucket filled with arrows. The counselors setting everything up looked familiar.

“Hey, Vax. It’s your sister.”

Vex’ahlia and Percy were standing by the bows, Vex fiddling with one and Percy twirling an arrow in his hand.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” The drawstring backpack carrying their supplies bounced on Vax’s back as he jogged over to Vex and Percy, both of whom finally looked up and greeted him with smiles. Simon ran behind him, catching up and grabbing onto one of Vax’s hands.

“What, you’re not happy to see me?” Vex said with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m always happy to see you, sister. Did your schedules change?”

Percy nodded in the affirmative. “The canoes have sprung a leak. It’s not all that surprising. The things look ancient.”

“Hm. Well, just be mindful of where you have your kids shooting, alright? So far all of mine seem pretty agreeable, and I would hate to have to fill out all the injury paperwork on day one.” He looked down and smiled at Simon who looked away with a quiet chuckle, a bit shy.

Vex scoffed. “As if I don’t know what I’m doing.” Then, with a brief glance to her left, Vex took the arrow out of Percy’s hand, raised her bow, and shot at the furthest target. There was a quiet whoosh through the hay as the arrow struck dead center.

All of the kids started to cheer, including the little ones, and Keyleth happened to look back over to see Vex eyeing her. “Nice shot!” She gave her a thumbs up, and Vex simply looked away.

“Whoa, can you do that?” Simon looked up at Vax who was the one to chuckle now.

“My sister and I learned very early on that it was best if we had different skills. We were way too competitive to attempt the same things.”

“And he just hated losing too much.”

“Sure, we’ll let them believe that. Have fun, you all. And, seriously, watch where they aim.”

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“Has anyone ever heard of the game ‘The Floor is Lava’?” Keyleth looked over their group--now settled far enough away from Vex and Percy’s group that a wayward arrow wasn’t a concern--and while two kids raised their hands, the rest looked up at her as if she had tried talking in Abyssal. “Okay, well, never mind. Here’s the game.”

She raised her hand to show a red water balloon that Vax had just blown up and filled to about the size of a melon. “You’re all going to be in pairs, and your goal is go from that cone,” she pointed to a purple cone next to them, “to that cone,” she pointed to a blue cone about six feet away, “and back without letting the balloon hit the ground.”

“Where does the balloon go?” the draconian girl, Lei’hava, raised her hand, but asked her question before there was an attempt to call on her.

“Excellent question. The balloon goes...” Keyleth gestured for Vax to come over, which he did, and he promptly angled forward, bending just a bit at the hips. Keyleth did the same, their faces now only inches away from each other. Keyleth had managed not to make any eye contact until right as she brought the balloon between their foreheads; he was smiling at her, expression relaxed and hands tucked behind his back. “The balloon goes right here,” she said, pressing her forehead to the balloon and letting her hand fall away.

“You guys should do it!” Clemyn jumped where she stood. “Do the game!”

“Oh. Uh...” Keyleth moved the balloon so she could look at Vax. “Do you wanna try?”

Vax glanced over at their kids, all standing there excited, even Simon smiling in the back. “Why not?”

The kids cheered, and the two of them got into position again. The plastic of the balloon was sticky on her skin, the water sloshing about inside it making it feel unstable and disproportionally heavy.

“Everyone count us down!”

All at once, the kids shouted, “Three, two, one, go!”

Both Keyleth and Vax started moving their feet in a crab walk style, him going fast, her going slow.

“Wait!” Keyleth shouted and they both stopped, her hands out like she was balancing on a tight rope. “We need to think about this.”

“Right. What if we turned? One goes forward, one goes backwards?”

Keyleth thought about it for a moment before she nodded, squealing when the balloon bounced between their heads. “Shi--oot. Good idea. Can you go backwards? I’m not--.”

“The most graceful? I remember.”

Keyleth’s cheeks grew rosy--totally from the sun, just the sun--the two carefully turned themselves into their agreed upon position.

“Let’s start slow,” he said, and began taking careful steps backward.

Keyleth matched his pace, hands still sprawled out, eyes locked on the balloon. They got about halfway to the second cone before Clemyn called out, “Faster!”

“Faster?” Keyleth wasn’t so sure about that, but Vax’s steps started to pick up tempo and she had no choice but to follow suit.

“Come on, we can do this,” he said, voice low as he kept his concentration.

“Right. Yeah. Totally. We can do this.”

Now at a brisk walk, the two made it around the blue cone, slowing down a bit to turn and start heading back. The balloon was jiggling between them, but seemed secure. They got to no more than a foot away from the finish line when Clemyn again shouted, “Faster!”

Vax and Keyleth couldn’t really see each other, each one a blurred, red Picasso version of themselves, but as if they knew what each other were thinking, they sped up at the same pace and ran past the purple cone. The kids erupted into cheers, and immediately started to pick their teams, a few of them playing boulder, paper, shears to determine who got which color balloon.

Vax took their balloon and placed it on the ground by their feet, standing up to offer Keyleth a high-five. “We make a good team.”

She gave him the high-five, nodding. “Yeah, we do.”

“Mr. Vax, Ms. Keyleth, we’re ready!” Simon called after them, waving his snake plushy like a flag.

“Alright, let’s get you guys going. Everyone to the starting line!”

Vax started to jog over to the far cone, ready to referee their race, and Keyleth went to take her spot at the starting cone. A cracking ‘pop!’ caused her to jump, and she flipped around to find an arrow stuck straight through where their balloon was on the ground; now it was just a bunch of scrunched plastic pieces and water soaked grass. Keyleth looked across the field and saw Vex smirking their way.

Not knowing what else to do, Keyleth simply waved. Vex just turned her back, placing the bow in the box with the rest of them, and walked away toward her group.

#vaxleth #vaxleth fic #vaxleth au #camp cloudtop #my fic #vox machina fic #critical role #tlovm fic #critical role fic #vox machina #my god this chapter was tough #i couldnt figure out for the life of me what to do next #i mean i have the big plot in my head #but i dont want to just rush into that #so basically im coming up with B plots lol #or fluff filler you guys can be the judge #fun fact the draconian girl's name is flame in hebrew!#pronounced lay-ha-vah

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