#the twins low key seem like the kinda guys to be super put together on the outside but like five seconds from unraveling on the inside
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I’ve read your google docs of the katayanagi twins’ fashion. Super interesting stuff and I love it as both a fashion enthusiast and fan of the siblings. Your document really emphasizes the distinction between those two even with the very little info we have on them (kyle’s style could be late 80s japanese pop while ken’s style could be more leaning towards visual kei). Also matches their personalities (ramona mentioned kyle is the hothead of the two, so I guess the pretty and proper bad boy kind of look fits him)
Something about your endnote fascinates me, however. You mentioned something about the twins’ relationship being strained but then strengthened after ramona’s betrayal. Would you implore more on the idea? I’m now invested in it very much…. thank you and have a good day
Thank you!!! I mostly based my looks off this piece of concept art by O’Malley, which makes me think the personalities the twins had in their few anime appearances were just parts that weren’t as well communicated in Vol. 5
(I think that little doddle next to the crossed out “they’re not even Japanese” emphasizes that visual kei comparison you made)
But as for the second bit, I think the twins weren’t exactly on great terms, even before Ramona. A decent part of this has to do with my own personal head cannons surrounding Kyle and how I perceived his and Ramona’s relationship with alcohol, but also with just how different the twins seem to be under the surface. They seem like they would run in almost completely opposite social circles and be invested in similarly opposite things.
And it’s honestly really tied to their teens. Basically, their parents kinda unintentionally set up a dynamic where Kyle felt like Ken got away with everything (piercings, weird clothes, going out to band shows and having a more trusting relationship with their parents) and Ken thought Kyle couldn’t get his act together (partying, showing up back home late, getting in fight with their parents). Neither was true as in reality their parents let a lot of stuff with Ken slide that wouldn’t have otherwise because “well at least he’s not drunk” and Kyle was genuinely going through some serious mental shit but not telling anyone so his actions just looked super random and mean spirited. So by the time they get to college, they haven’t really addressed this weird image they have of the other in their heads.
And it explains how Ramona was even able to two time siblings. They’re not going to the same parties, they’re not really talking at length about their lives (since they never mention enough detail to make the other suspicious), they’re probably not really bothering each other much if they share a dorm. Ramona unconsciously sees and plays this divide, knowing they’re not really together enough for her to get caught.
It also emphasizes for me a very emotional aspect for all three of them. Ramona is hot off a messy break up (Roxie), the breakup that ended her first relationship with a women and also seems to be her first attempt at having something…maybe not serious but genuine (it seemed more important than anything with Matt Todd or Lucas). Shes hardly in the headspace to be in a relationship, and maybe after some nights out, she’s terrified and not sure what to do because whoops she’s in two! And the longer it goes on the less Ramona actually wants to fix it because it’s kinda fun in a messed up way, and the twins aren’t bad company…until it all comes crashing down and she’s out the door before they even notice she’s gone. I think Ramona’s relationship with the twins is her at her actual lowest, with her being most at fault for what happened and the least justified in bolting afterwards. This low point is exactly when Gideon finds her, unsure and upset at herself, in exactly the position to manipulate her. (Sorry if this came off a little Ramona bash-y, I love Ramona but this girl makes bad choices)
As for the twins, I think the really strong emotional beat here is the idea of how avoidable it would’ve felt for them. How if they had just been able to set aside their own bullshit, if they had even bothered to connect at all, they could’ve figured it out in a few days, rather than in a few weeks or a few months. Ramona’s betrayal is catalyst for them to sit down and just…talk out a lot of their own personal crap.
But yeah that’s why. Sorry this got super massively long, but I hope you liked it and it wasn’t too ramblely lol.
#long post#anon ask#scott pilgrim#ken katayanagi#kyle katayanagi#katayanagi twins#ramona flowers#my head cannons#thank thank thank you for bringing this up I’ve been dieing to talk about it#the twins low key seem like the kinda guys to be super put together on the outside but like five seconds from unraveling on the inside#I love them they are my messy idiots#also this is mostly based on comic lore don’t come in here with that they were her TAs nonsense#they can be players but weirdos? nuh uh. no.#tho I am deeply curious like what was Ramona’s major? engineering maybe since she knows about the sub space highways
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dirtbags // 3: Charlotte
Summary: High school AU, 1985, Winter. The year’s off to a strange start as Charlotte and her friends find out that not only does Lola work at the new diner that opened up in town, but her dad owns it! Charlotte humbles Nikki in a very un-Charlotte manor, and Vince’s parents decide to host an English exchange student in an attempt to give him a good role model; instead, they get Razzle.
A/N: 8466 words. Do I care too much about this AU? Yes. as always, for my dears @misscharlottelee and @newyeareva ft. a softer world quotes
the city sometimes feels like a movie set. maybe this is the big scene. maybe i can be an extra at least.
Charlotte’s only a few practice hours away from being able to get her provisional license, and she berates her past self for not getting it sooner, especially not when her Winter Break has been kind of a shit-show and she’d rather tear off her own arms than ride in Tommy’s shitbox of a car with Vince Neil.
Since his blowout house party, Vince had essentially been grounded for the rest of the school year, had his car privileges revoked, and the only people his parents apparently trusted him to hang around with outside of school, were Tommy, Charlotte, Eileen, and Peach. Tommy was delighted. The girls, unsurprisingly, were not. Vince himself was downright somber, and had sulked for the remainder of the semester, and well into the break.
He had been in a particularly sour mood since last night, New Year’s Eve, when his parents had announced they were going to be hosting an exchange student from England for six months. Vince is convinced it’s an attempt to give him some sort of role model his own age, and spent most of his parents’ New Year’s Eve party ranting to Tommy and the girls while they played cards in his basement.
Her saving grace is Eileen, of course, who’s father had bought her mother a shiny, new car for Christmas, and had given Eileen the keys to her mother’s old station wagon.
“It’s kinda dumb that we’re taking two cars,” Peach, Eileen’s little sister, pipes up from the back seat, hands fiddling in her lap. It’s New Year’s Day, and while their various parents were sleeping off their hangovers, they’d suggested the kids check out the new diner that was opening today. Vince jumped at the suggestion of freedom, and everyone was in agreement, but Eileen and Charlotte took Peach in Eileen’s car the moment Vince slid into Tommy’s front seat, holding the flyer he’d gotten at the mall that told them all about the diner’s opening day, “just saying, we could all fit in one.” But she’s met with silence, “are you going to be mad at him forever?” She finally sighs.
“Yes.” Both Charlotte and Eileen answer automatically. Peach sighs as dramatically as she’s able, and sinks as low into the seat as she can. Charlotte turns on the radio, and hums along to something familiar, but that she doesn’t quite recognize, staring out the front window at the back of Tommy’s car. Vince turns around in the front seat and flips them off.
“I’m gonna ram them,” Eileen says, with absolute sincerity and serenity, leveling an intense glare at where Vince was now waving.
“Don’t,” Charlotte advises, equally level.
“I don’t get why you’re still mad, I’m not even mad,” Peach huffed, pouting. Charlotte and Eileen share a look; at sixteen years old, Peach was top of almost all of her math and science classes, but she was still a teenage girl, and an absolute fool for a blonde boy who made her cry. Charlotte knew that feeling all too well, but thankfully she’d moved on from the ‘wondering why she wasn’t enough’ stage to the ‘realizing her ex is a cheating douchebag and it was never her fault’ stage. She really hopes Peach can move on to ‘realizing Vince made her cry and hasn’t even tried to change since then and deserved to get his car keyed’ stage quickly.
The diner was bustling when they arrived, a large decal on the inside of window, black, thick and flowing lettering, outlined in gold, reading Leo’s. Through the window, several booths were already filled, as were a host of the stools along the counter. It looked warm inside, inviting in golds, yellows, peaches and oranges, neon signs and rusted street signs, band and comic book memorabilia, and photos. Behind the counter -
Lola. Smiling.
“I’m freezing my butt off, can we go in?” Peach asks, hands shoved deep in the pockets of her parker, the only person who did not recognize the girl currently pouring coffee for an elderly gentleman at the counter.
Inside, the diner is warm, filled with the sounds pleasant chatter, and of the Beatles coming from a cherry wood jukebox in the corner.
“Lola!” Tommy can’t help himself, lighting up at the sight of her, and once Lola finishes pouring her customer coffee, she looks to their confused little group, and waves.
“Find yourselves a seat, I’ll be with you in a moment,” she calls back, smiling bright and wide, hair tied back with a bright, red bandana.
The teens do as they’re told, pulling off jackets and gloves and scarves, sliding into a booth by the window, looking around, wrapped up in the smell of warm food, and the confusion of Lola’s presence, and completely unfamiliar demeanor. There’s an uncertain kind of quiet among them, having just expected to spend lunch at a cool new diner, but this has shift everything, only Peach, blissfully unaware of who Lola even was, seemed at ease, rearranging the sugar packets in their little holder.
Lola comes by with menus, and cups, and a pitcher of water for the table, looking pristine and put together in a tight, black blouse, skirt, and scuffed black combat boots, little peach-coloured apron tied around her waist. She pulls a notebook and pen from the pocket of the apron, looking around at them all, as if finally taking a moment to assess the situation.
Charlotte picked up a menu.
“You work here?” Tommy asked, and Lola confirms brightly, but doesn’t give any further details. She does, however, thank them all for coming, and recommend a few of her favourites.
“I’m also partial to The Lola, for obvious reasons,” she gives an actual laugh at that, as if implying one of the burgers was named after her was giving away too much information, and Charlotte was quickly scouring the menu.
Beef patty, double bacon, American cheese, lettuce, tomato, and a home-made smokey maple-barbeque sauce, on a toasted bun.
“The menu’s kind of misleading,” Lola admits, moving to look down over Charlotte’s shoulder as she was reading, “all the patties are home made too, with Leo’s signature blend of herbs and spices.” That asked more questions than it answered. No-one’s quite sure what to say.
“Can I get a milkshake?” Peach pipes up, and Lola’s smile grew wide as she asked what flavour, “chocolate, please, and do you have curly fries or regular?”
“Hand cut,” Lola tells her proudly, but that means very little to Peach, who’s just glad to be having food, “still need time to think?” Lola asks the rest, and they all give her awkward, quiet smiles and nods.
Lola leaves, heading back to the counter, and the moment she’s gone, the whole table explodes with whispered confusion, leaning in, asking questions and not getting any answers.
“You guys are being super fucking weird,” Peach hisses loudly at them all, while Charlotte and Tommy argue about how the other should have known. Eileen, quietly delighted by the chaos, demands to know if anyone else thinks Lola might secretly have a twin, and Vince, who’s had the least contact with her aside from Peach, is babbling about how it’s weird to see Lola so chipper; their mutual confusion is enough to set aside Eileen and Charlotte’s hatred of him, at least for the moment.
When Peach demands they explain what they’re all whisper-shouting about, disturbing the booth behind her, they all quiet down, and Tommy and Eileen take it in turns explaining their full understanding of Lola. Charlotte takes the time to actually look around the diner now that she was inside.
There’s two other waitress, one behind the counter, the other always moving on about the various tables and booths on one side, making sure the customers are happy and food and drinks are delivered, both in the same outfit as Lola, though with varying footwear.
The view to the kitchen is unobstructed behind the counter, a half wall where meals ready to be delivered were sat, but a clear view to where three people in the kitchen, two by the grills and fryers, turned away; a broad-shouldered man towering over the grill with the longest hair Charlotte’s ever seen braided neatly down his back, and a comparatively shorter man, also with far shorter hair, though enough to be pulled up into a messy pony tail. The shorter man’s working the fryer, and putting together burgers as the taller man cooked up their various ingredients. There was also a strangely familiar kid with a mop of dark, curly hair washing dishes on the other side of the kitchen, barely visible.
Lola worked diligently, smiling and chatting away; she collected dishes, and ferried meals, and handed out slices of desert from the cute, multi-tiered desserts display on the counter. When she came back, milkshake in one hand, basket of fries in the other, Peach is fully caught up on each of her friend’s short but confusing histories with her, and blurts out -
“You’re Lola?” Injecting new meaning into the words, into the name, as if anyone else at their entire school had the same name. Lola’s smile goes a little tight as she places the fries and the milkshake before the redhead. Standing back up, she taps her nametag, which reads Lola, with little flowers drawn around it, and confirms, though it’s clear she’s more on edge than she was before.
“You guys ready to order?” She asks, still trying to keep up her chipper attitude, pulling out her notebook again. Everyone’s quieter this time, looking over the menu and finally deciding on food.
“My mom heard the owner was a chef, is that true?” Tommy asks, looking up from the menu to Lola again, and the tense set of her shoulders loosens considerably at the question.
“Leo is a chef,” Lola nodded, grinning broadly, “trained at the Culinary Institute of America back in the sixties, and worked his way up to being the head chef of Parker House in Boston, which I know probably doesn’t mean much to you guys, but it’s,” Lola laughs a little struggling to describe it, “it’s fine dining at it’s finest, but for the past twelve years, he’s been running Leo’s in Salem, and now he’s here, still using all that fine dining training for the anyone who wants a good meal at a good price.”
“Is that something they have you memorize in training?” Vince says, a little awed, and Lola gives a strange little smile.
“Leo’s my dad.”
Everything kind of fell into place after that, finally making sense, and the gang’s confusion quickly shifted to understanding, and the air around the table seemed to clear. It was easier after that, the teens in the booth ordering quickly, and the chatter picked up to a normal level as she moved away, shouting their order back to the kitchen once she was back at the counter.
She doesn’t spend much time at their table, still in charge of waitressing half of the tables and booths, but she always gives them a nod as she passes, and their meals are being delivered efficiently, so there’s no reason to complain.
The food itself, for diner food, is nothing short of spectacular, which kind of just raises more questions - why if Leo can cook food that tastes this good, and with all the experience he evidentially has, would he open a diner in suburban LA, and not a high-end restaurant? But it feels kind of intrusive to ask, so Charlotte simply enjoys her food, and her friends’ company.
Up until Vince starts complaining about the exchange student again.
“His name’s Nicholas, he shows up in a week, and mom’s making me clear out the basement so he can sleep there,” he’s despondently poking his milkshake with one of his fries, head propped up on one hand, “I’ve been asking for years if I could move into the basement, and this fucking Nicholas just gets it?” His whole expression scrunches up at the thought, and he angrily eats his fry.
“Wait, so the issue isn’t that you have to clean up the basement, it’s that he gets to use it as a bedroom and you don’t?” Charlotte frowned, lowering her own burger, “why would you even want to sleep in the basement?”
“Privacy!” Vince throws his hands in the air, eyes wide, “Tammi keeps complaining about getting cramps in the back of my car, but my bedroom walls are paper thin,” he huffs, “I need my own space.”
“Tammi?” Peach asks, her voice high and almost painfully chipper, “Tammi Frisk? She scored the winning goal in the softball final, right?” She’s not looking at Vince, when Charlotte looks over to her, she’s looking at her plate of fries, pushing the few left around without eating any, smiling in a way that’s clearly forced.
“You were at the softball final?” Tommy asked, frowning slightly. Peach did not look up.
“For the school paper,” she explained, voice still strange.
“You’re still with Tammi Frisk?” Eileen asks, making sure the disgust is clear in her voice as she draws the table’s attention away from the clearly uncomfortable Peach. Charlotte’s lip curled; she wanted to make sure her expression was as judgmental as possible when Vince turned back to her.
It’s not that she cared about who he was dating, she was mostly apathetic to Tammi, and knew little more about her than the fact that she was on the softball team, but Charlotte knew Vince had been dating Tammi when he’d decided to crush Peach’s heart publicly at the start of the last semester.
Neither Peach nor Eileen had told any of them exactly how, but apparently Eileen’s hatred was well warranted, both against Vince, and according to Eileen, Tammi too.
Vince, immediately sensing Eileen’s shift in tone, and seeing the look on her face, frowns.
“Kind of,” he responds flatly, and his gaze flicks to Peach, “not really,” he backtracks, and his indignation at the whole situation seems to fizzle out with a sigh, and he slouches, going back to paying attention to his burger, “she’s sort of hanging out with one of the second-string football guys, but they’re not... and we’re not really...” he trails off, despondent once more.
At least Vince seemed to be self-aware of the fact that he was an asshole to Peach, at least he had the decency to feel bad about it. Why he kept inviting Peach to hang out, despite the fact that he knew Eileen, who hated his guts, would come along too - invited or not - baffled Charlotte.
Tommy was his friend, and a guy, Charlotte was a cheerleader and technically popular, and so was usually begrudgingly invited too, but Peach, sweet Peach, recent Science Fair Winner, junior reporter for the school paper, treasurer for the AV Club, by all accounts ‘a nerd’ when judged by her interests, was still on the guest list of Vince Neil’s life, even if he wouldn’t admit that out loud.
It kind of made Charlotte want to punch him in the face.
But that’s not news.
“I hope the English exchange student is a decent influence on you,” Charlotte tells him. Vince scowls.
“You sound like my parents.”
you make me want to pretend to be a better man.
Now that school has started back up, Vince has thankfully had his car privileges returned, and Charlotte can return to not glowering in the back seat of Tommy’s car when he picks her up on the way to school, and drops her home on the days they both have practice.
But it’s Wednesday, first week back, and he’s uncharacteristically quiet. Usually he’s babbling about practice, or cheerleaders he thinks are pretty, or Lola, but today, he meets Charlotte in the carpark, leaning against the trunk of his car, hands in his pockets, quiet. It’s decidedly unnerving.
“What’s wrong, Tom?” Charlotte asks, yanking the passenger door open once he unlocks it, sliding into the seat and putting her bag by her feet.
“Nothing,” Tommy voice betrays the lie, the thoughts so clearly on his mind that he was trying to avoid talking about. Charlotte won’t push him, if he wanted to tell her, he would, and he usually does, “put on some music, will you?” And Charlotte obligingly opens the glove compartment in front of her to look through the collection of 8track tapes he keeps in there, several of which had been Christmas gifts from Charlotte herself.
Feet on the dashboard, Charlotte’s more than content listening to Bon Jovi, bopping her head to the beat, when Tommy finally finds the words for his thoughts.
“Lola and Nikki Sixx are friends.”
Up until now, Charlotte was under the impression that Tommy, like her, thought Nikki and Lola would be great as friends, Tommy’s current tone implies otherwise.
“Is that not good?” Charlotte’s careful about her words, still not sure where Tommy’s hesitation was coming from.
“No, they make sense,” he’s quick to try and backtrack, words spilling from him almost too fast, “they make sense as friends.” He deliberates, before asking, “Charlie, you’re not friends with Nikki Sixx are you?” And it sounds like he already knows the answer. Charlotte hesitates.
“He keeps bothering me during my free periods, I wouldn’t exactly call us friends -”
“He called you Charlie,” its deadpan and accusatory in equal measure, and Charlotte shrinks back into her seat as Tommy keeps talking, “he called me ‘Charlie’s cousin’. It was weird.”
“I thought you wanted to be his friend -” she tries, right as they pull up to a red light, and Tommy fixes her with an unamused look, the only expression that makes him seem older than his years.
“Did you tell him I was obsessed with him?”
“No!” Charlotte snaps, automatically defensive.
“Because I’m not -”
“I never said - I told him you were a fan! That’s all! Like Duff was!” Charlotte tries to clear up, and Tommy looks back at the road, though this time he thankfully looks more pensive than angry. Only Bon Jovi cuts through the tense air between them for the rest of the drive back to Charlotte’s house, and when Tommy pulls up outside, he doesn’t say anything to her when she gets out.
The next day, like clockwork, fifteen minutes into her free period, Nikki Sixx comes climbing over the school’s fence, into the garden Charlotte had been trying to force herself to study in. In all honesty, she’d been waiting for him, picking at her nail polish beneath the table and reading the same sentence in Moby Dick over and over again.
“Miss Lee,” Nikki nods to her, a little gruffer than usual, “you seem more tense than usual; I can help you with that if you want,” but he still manages to smirk his way through an unsubtle come-on, and Charlotte rolls her eyes, not in the mood for their usual banter.
“I’d rather sit on a cactus,” she tells him icily, without even a teasing edge. Nikki’s eyebrows shoot up at the hostility, and he puts the packet of cigarettes that he’d about to offer her on the table, knowing she’d turn them down anyway, “I thought people weren’t meant to know that we know each other.”
“What people do?” Nikki frowned, raising his lighter to the cigarette between his lips, “is this about yesterday? I talked to your cousin, big deal. Everyone knows you two are related, and everyone knows you,” he looks pointedly to the embroidered logo on her cheer uniform, “I wasn’t even looking for him -”
“Dude,” Charlotte felt as though she was about to tear her hair out, “you called me Charlie to him, people don’t just call me that!”
“Plenty of people call you that! That leggy redhead you’re always hanging around calls you Charlie -”
“My friends call me that -” Charlotte snaps, “and I know you know that’s Eileen Austen.” And Nikki’s wearing a dreamy look, like he’s thinking unholy thoughts about Eileen as Charlotte speaks, before snapping out of it as the first of her words register like a bucket of ice water to the face.
“I’ve called you Charlie before. To your face.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” Charlotte tells him dryly, crossing her arms, “it’s less effort if I don’t correct you. We’re so not friends that I don’t even care about correcting you.” Back when this school year started, Charlotte wouldn’t have dreamed saying half the nasty shit she’s thrown at Nikki Sixx, and at some point she may have to confront the idea that being around him has made her meaner, “but did you tell my cousin that I told you he was obsessed with you? Because I never -”
“I said I was glad he was a fan!” Nikki scowled, sitting back and glowering at her across the table, “all I wanted was to ask Lola if she wanted to sit on the roof with the rest of the smokers, and your fuckin’ yappy, dumbass of a cousin -”
Punching someone in the face hurts a lot more than Charlotte had been anticipating, but it’s worth it to see Nikki toppling backwards off of the picnic bench and onto the cold grass. His cigarette lies some few feet away while he lays groaning, clutching his cheek, and Charlotte’s standing, leaning, thighs pressed against the picnic table for support as she’s staring down at him, breathing heavy through her nose while the adrenaline rushes through her system.
“What the fuck, Charlie?”
“Don’t talk shit about Tommy,” her heart’s thundering in her chest, she can feel the blood rushing in her ears, and when she looks at her hand, she sees the skin of one of her knuckles has split enough to draw blood, “he has done fucking nothing to you apart from support you, and think you’re really fucking cool, for whatever dumbass reason, so don’t you dare talk shit about him.”
“Jesus Christ,” Nikki groaned, eyes closed, trying to catch his breath after being winded so thoroughly, hand still cradling his cheek. That’s how Charlotte leaves him, slinging her bag onto her shoulder, and stalking towards the library to finish the rest of her free period in peace.
When Tommy drives Charlotte, Eileen, and Peach home after school that day, he’s quiet once again, but it somehow feels completely different to the oppressively accusatory air of the day before. The three girls were chattering away, trying to plan a trip to the mall for the upcoming weekend, and only when Peach and Eileen were waving goodbye in the rearview mirror did Tommy speak up.
“Did you punch Nikki Sixx in the face?” There’s a smile in her cousin’s voice, and Charlotte’s not quite sure how to react.
“I had good reason to,” she says, carefully guarded.
“He said you guys were friends, and then he thanked me for being coming to the gig a while back; told me he’d asked you to bring me specifically,” Tommy’s tone was oozing pride, and if Charlotte had been looking at him, and not frowning out the window, she would have seen how he was all but preening.
“He told you all that?” Charlotte’s anger at her memory’s of the morning’s altercation was fading fast.
“He hung out with me and Lola by the carpark for lunch,” Tommy paused, snorting a laugh, “didn’t want his buddies to find out a cheerleader gave him a black eye.”
“I - what? No I didn’t...” Charlotte’s eyes went wide, and finally she looked at her cousin’s beaming face.
“You definitely did; Lola laughed at him for a full ten minutes because of it.”
“Serves him right,” Charlotte said, with a begrudging little smile.
Nikki sits with Tommy and Lola on Friday too, which Tommy is delighted to inform Charlotte on Saturday while he’s driving them both to Vince’s, where his parents have invited them over to meet the exchange student. Nicholas.
He arrived on Wednesday, but Vince’s parents have given him the rest of the week to settle in, and had invited around the few friends Vince has that they deem to be a positive influence, if only so he knew a few faces around school.
Charlotte had been picturing some over-gelled boarding-school boy, used to itchy uniforms and strict rules, and about to get a good deal of culture shock hanging around Vince and the rest of their motley little pack, but when Charlotte brings this speculation up in the car, Tommy’s quick to dismiss it. Vince, from the little Tommy had spoken to him in the past two days, was over the moon, claimed that Nicholas - Vince had called him Razzle - was amazing. If Charlotte felt an quiet sense of foreboding at that sentiment, she felt it was justified.
The first thing either of them hear after being directed down to the basement by Vince’s mother, is Alice Cooper playing almost obnoxiously loud; Charlotte’s not sure why, but it eases something in her chest.
Nicholas’s - Razzle’s? - room, first and foremost, is possibly the coolest bedroom Charlotte’s ever been in. He’s decked it out with movie and band posters, though most of the band’s she’s never heard of. There’s string-lights above a desk, a bed crammed into one corner with a bright duvet, and even a sofa, and a few beanbags all crowded around a low, wooden table that had mostly been taken up with a record player, which is where they found their friends.
The name Razzle suited him, Charlotte considered, as she took in the newcomer’s appearance, all spiked up dark hair and ostentatious clothing, animatedly telling a story while Peach and Vince hung onto his every word. He looked almost wild, like collection of half-thought ideas all vying to become a reality through the texture of his clothes, the height of his hair, the hint of amusement that tailed his words, the passion shining in the blue of his eyes when they flicked to look at her and her cousin, standing on the stairs and watching him.
His words grow quiet as he takes them in, as if waiting for something to happen, for someone to introduce them.
“You must be Charlie and Tommy!” His accent, thick and bright, made her nickname sound so familiar on his lips.
“Charlotte,” Vince corrects, giving a surprisingly respectful nod to Charlotte, who tries to shrug nonchalantly.
“Charlie’s fine. You’re,” and Charlotte hesitates for a moment, ignoring Vince’s eyeroll, “Razzle, right?” Razzle’s smile is blinding at her immediate use of the nickname, and he waves them in.
Peach throws Tommy a cushion from the sofa when he asks, and he settles himself on the floor next to Vince, while Peach and Eileen squeeze over to make room for Charlotte on the sofa clearly only made for two people.
“I was just telling these guys ‘bout my band’s very first gig, ‘nd how I had to sneak out just to get there,” Razzle settled back into his own beanbag, hands out and ready to return to his story, eyes still shining with anticipation at the memory, or possibly just glad to have an audience.
Oh, Charlotte thought, looking at this boy she barely knew, already fighting off a smile in the face of his infectious enthusiasm, maybe Vince was becoming a better judge of character.
“You’re in a band?” Tommy’s eyes light up, and Charlotte gives her cousin a fond smile; Razzle has already won his seal of approval.
we need more good crazy. it'd be nice to watch the news, and think, 'that's fucking insane', but feel a little jealous instead of just alone.
Heather hasn’t been glowering as much at lunch, and the rumour is that it’s because she’s getting laid. Well, it’s less of a rumour to Charlotte, since Heather confirmed as much to the rest of the cheer squad when one of the girls asked her, but she’s being coy and secretive about who she’s with, which is the really weird part; Heather won’t say, and no-one’s coming forward, and lord knows that most guys at their school would jump at the opportunity to claim they’re banging the Vice Captain of the Cheerleading Squad.
But Charlotte knows not to look a gift horse in the mouth, and instead just smiles back when Heather gives her a sunny smile in the cafeteria.
Tommy is less than thrilled with the news when Charlotte brings it up in the car after school. Nikki’s still sitting with him and Lola during lunch, despite his bruising going down considerably over the weekend, and Tommy is equal parts delighted and uncomfortable, for reasons he can’t seem to put into words.
“At least Pam’s single,” he says it with as much of a dreamy sigh as he can manage, though it comes out more forlorn than anything else. Charlotte pets his shoulder, and reminds him that so is over half the squad; he perks up a little at that.
They pull into Mick’s gas station, and Charlotte waves to Mick and Lola, who are sitting on the step by the door sharing a cigarette. Lola waves back.
“Meant to give this to you,” Lola says to Charlotte, still sitting while Mick begrudgingly heads inside. Tommy follows him in, not needing to fill up the tank, but rather just looking to drown his sorrows regarding Heather in a jumbo slurpee. Outside, Charlotte waits with her hands in her pockets, giving Lola an amused smile, watching as the dark haired girl pulls a pin off of the jacket she practically lives in, and hands it over.
It’s a piece of black card stock cut into the shape of a star, barely an inch in diameter, taped to a safety pin. It say Punched Nikki Sixx in silver pen, one of the points of the star already a little bit crumpled.
“You’re a little bit punk, so you get a pin,” Lola tells her, smiling around her cigarette, looking quietly pleased, and perhaps even a little bit proud; whether of herself or of Charlotte, Charlotte can’t tell, but it still makes her flush.
“I thought Nikki didn’t want anyone knowing that a cheerleader gave him a black eye,” Charlotte mused, looking at the little pin, and Lola’s face scrunched up, expression falling.
“So? Who gives a shit?” She shrugs, looking away tone having shifted to almost forcibly neutral in an instant, “wear the pin or don’t, I don’t care.” Lola stands with a groan, without giving Charlotte a chance to respond, and calls to Mick that she’s heading to the diner. Mick waves, Tommy calls out a farewell, and Charlotte frowns, wondering what just happened.
“I hate that,” Nikki says flatly, the moment he spots the pin where Charlotte’s fixed it to the strap of her backpack. There’s no hard feelings between them after last week’s altercation, thankfully, though they don’t talk about it. If Charlotte’s glad that he still showed up, if she’s realised she may, in fact, enjoy his company, she keeps that information to herself.
“Lola made it for me,” Charlotte tells him. Nikki leans in, squinting at the handmade pin.
“Of course she did,” he sighs, leaning back. Surprisingly, there’s quiet between them for a few, long moments; maybe, Charlotte considers, this will be one of those mornings where Nikki uses their time together to catch up on sleep, and Charlotte can actually use her free period for it’s intended, study-related purpose, but then Nikki sighs like he wants her to ask what’s wrong.
So she does.
“I need a new band.”
“I can’t help you.”
“I know,” Nikki nods with resignation, “I was gonna ask this guy I work with, Slash, he plays guitar, but he’s already in one -”
“Wait, you don’t mean Duff’s friend Saul Hudson, do you?” Charlotte frowned, intrigued despite the stab of anger she felt at the mere mention of her ex. Nikki seemed taken aback by her question.
“You know Duff McKagan?”
“I dated him for a year and a half,” Charlotte finds herself suddenly very interested in drawing connecting triangles in the back of her notebook, not looking at Nikki, who’s quietly processing this information.
“He’s in a band now,” and neither of them seem to be quite sure why he offered that information, but they both let is hang between them for a moment.
“Makes sense,” Charlotte nods, tone flat, “with Saul - Slash?”
“Yeah,” is all Nikki has to say.
“Slash is a good kid, I always liked him,” Charlotte offered, and finally she looks up, “Tommy plays drums.”
“Marching band isn’t exactly -” Nikki begins, but Charlotte’s shaking her head.
“No, like, legit drums,” she enthuses, “his parents fixed up their whole garage to make it sound proof for him,” but she doesn’t want Nikki to think she’s pushing her cousin on him too hard, not after last week, so she sits back, and crosses her arms, trying to play it cool, “I mean, you can ask him yourself, see if he’s any good.” She shrugs, but Nikki looks like he’s already considering it.
“How many musicians do you know, Charlie?” He finally asks, giving her a faint, amused smile.
“Probably too many,” Charlotte responds with a longsuffering smile, before her mind turns to the things Tommy himself had told her, “I heard you and Lola are getting along; what’d I tell you?” She teased, and much to her surprise, what she could see of Nikki’s face, for his hair, was turning pink.
“She’s a bitch; you know she’s a bitch, right?” He asks, but he’s grinning, all sharp and dangerously amused.
“I knew you guys would get along,” Charlotte gives a pleased little sigh, as if she’d manufactured their whole friendship herself. Nikki rolls his eyes at her, and the bell goes.
Tommy, as it turns out, thinks they’re sleeping together, at least that’s what he tells Charlotte when they’re on their way to Leo’s after school to meet up with Vince, Razzle, Peach, and Eileen. The news of Nikki and Lola’s potential affair surprises Charlotte at first, but after a moment of consideration, she thinks she should have seen it coming.
Tommy’s reasoning is that they’ve become friends far quicker than he’d realised, and Nikki’s always giving Lola lifts after work, like they’re going in the same direction, even though he’d pretty sure Nikki doesn’t live near Leo’s. It also turns out that that was what had been bothering him about Nikki and Lola being friends; he still tries to insist he doesn’t have a crush on Lola, but he and Charlotte both know that’s mostly a lie.
So Charlotte can see how conflicted he is when he tells her that Nikki’s looking to start a new band, and that he asked about Tommy possibly playing drums. A beat of silence follows, and then, without looking away from the road, Tommy mutters a quiet thanks, knowing without asking that Charlotte had been the one to recommend him. Charlotte leans over and bumps her forehead against his shoulder in unspoken acknowledgment.
“Duff’s in a band,” Charlotte’s voice is soft and a little unreadable.
“Sorry,” Tommy mutters, tone somber like it’s the worst news in the world, “we could throw rotten tomatoes at him?” He suggested, at the mental picture alone was enough to make Charlotte laugh, “or is that just in the movies?”
“I think that’s just in the movies,” Charlotte says, amid giggles, “besides, the rest of his band doesn’t deserve that.”
In the week that Razzle’s been in LA, Vince and his family have taken him to several, sophisticated restaurants in the vicinity, and Razzle had apparently loved them all; Leo’s was no different. He was sitting across from Charlotte in the booth, at the end of the table, reading the menu intently as the others chattered away about their day, making noises of intrigue every time he spotted something new he wanted to try. His knee knocked hers under the table, but it barely seemed to register, so engrossed in the menu that he muttered the faintest apology.
“Afternoon, guys, welcome,” Lola at work never failed to startle Charlotte, despite the fact that she’d been here once already since the first time. At least her chipper introduction seemed to bring Razzle back to reality.
“Hi, yes - oh! I know you!” Razzle lit up at the sight of Lola, and the rest of the gathered teens watched with interest, trying not to give away how intrigued they were to see Lola’s reaction, “Miss Honky Cat, you work here?”
What?
“Alright, Razzle, you found me, did you wanna order something?” Lola says, with a good-natured eyeroll, and an easy grin, hip cocked to one side. Razzle asks her what she recommends, and orders that, and then the rest of them, who had been sitting in stunned silence, are quick to order for themselves.
When she leaves, it’s mere moments before Tommy asks what that was all about, and Razzle’s eyes go wide.
“That’s Lola, innit? From school? She’s in my music class, was playing Honky Cat on the piano in the second music room, the Elton song, you know, when we had some free this morning,” he explained, confused, “she called me Rocketman when I picked what she’d been playing, but I told her my name’s Razzle.”
“You’re an enigma,” ironically, it’s Eileen who says this, wearing a fond little smile, while Razzle just looked bemused.
“I think it’s the accent, chicks fuckin’ love it,” Vince pipes up, smirking, and Razzle tries to hide his own pleased little grin since he can’t very well deny it, “Pam was all over him in Phys Ed yesterday -”
“We were just having a conversation -” Razzle was quickly turning red, while Vince clutched at his arm, putting on a high voice, twirling his blonde hair around one finger as he pretended to be Pam.
“Oh Nicholas, tell me more about The Clash, please, I want to know more!” He ended with a fake moan, which had Eileen and Peach laughing, while Razzle grabbed Charlotte’s hand and exaggeratedly mouthed ‘help me’.
“Pam’s into Razzle?” Tommy groaned, breaking the moment, falling dejectedly against Vince, who was already leaning pretty heavily on Razzle, who was then ejected from his seat and onto the floor, while Vince was draped over where he was just sitting, and Tommy was draped over Vince, “I’m gonna die alone.”
Despite Tommy’s despair, the rest of the table was greatly amused.
Thankfully for Razzle, it wasn’t a far fall, and he’d held tight to Charlotte’s hand, so at least he hadn’t ended up flat on his back, and Charlotte gave him an apologetic grin as she helped him to his feet. He lets go to dust himself off, and it’s here Charlotte notices his maroon, velvet pants, and black and white leather shoes with their little heel.
“Fancy threads,” Charlotte points out, notes of approval in her voice. Razzle makes a move to straightening a jacket he’s not wearing, and clicks his heels together, drawing the attention of the rest of the table to his shoes, of which they all make various noises of approval, or at least interest.
“I dress to impress,” and judging by his tone, if he were as crass as Vince or Nikki, he would have winked, but Charlotte’s kind of glad he refrained. He then shoves Vince, and by extension Tommy, back up to a sitting position, retaking his seat across from Charlotte, this time purposefully knocking his knee against hers.
Charlotte’s glad that Lola’s back with their drinks, so she can look at something that’s not Razzle’s sunny smile, because she doesn’t want to think about how pretty it makes him look. Stupid, British, band boy and his stupid, blue eyes.
But then she’s looking at Lola, and all she can remember is Tommy’s dejected expression when he told her that Lola and Nikki were possibly sleeping together, and Nikki’s half-hidden, bashful grin when he calls a bitch with a kind of fondness that Charlotte had never heard from him before. The urge to protect her cousin, from harm, from heartbreak, is carved into her bones, but part of her knows it would him hurt more to let him keep falling for Lola when she’d never really end up catching him. Suddenly staring into the depths of her soda became the safest option.
i have loved since you. but when the new paint gets scratched, there you are underneath.
Heather, of all people, is holding a party, and she tries to limit the amount of people she tells - the squad and her friends were the first to be invited - but of course, the guest list spirals out of control, and it’s exactly one and a half days before Tommy’s mooning over the fact that he’s been invited to a party at an actual cheerleader’s house.
“Dude, you’re killing me here,” Charlotte tells him at lunch; she’s finally sitting with him, Lola, and Nikki, though Nikki’s late. Heather had coyly asked her to ask Vince to bring Razzle - the cute English guy, specifically - and Charlotte had picked up her bag and left. Something about Heather in a good mood was worse than when she was being catty.
“You don’t count, you’re my cousin,” Tommy waived her off, and Lola snorted a laugh from where she was laying in the grass, using her backpack as a pillow. “You going?” Tommy pokes Lola in the ribs and she smacks his hand away, but makes an affirmative noise, and throws her arm over her eyes to shield them from the sun.
Something about how that makes Tommy smile, almost pleased, has worry sinking heavy in Charlotte’s gut.
“Heather asked me to ask Vince to invite Razzle,” Charlotte’s not quite sure why she says it, or why it makes Lola bark a laugh of her own, but at least it get’s Tommy’s mind off of last time he and Lola were at a party.
“Of course -” Tommy sighs, but then, in the very same breath, he lights up like a lightbulb, “wait! If Heather’s preoccupied with Razzle, and Pam’s going, then I -” he turned sharply to Charlotte, eyes wide, “is Pam seeing anyone?” Charlotte gives him an amused, but longsuffering look, shaking her head.
“You gonna put the moves on her?” Lola’s smirking, and Tommy’s steadily turning red, but refusing to be embarrassed.
“It’s now or never, you know? She’s graduating in a few months, will go to college and date some meathead, college footballer, this is my chance,” he enthused, and Charlotte pet his shoulder in solidarity.
Nikki joins them halfway through lunch, right as Lola and Charlotte find themselves playing angel and devil on Tommy’s shoulders regarding how he should dress for the party. Charlotte’s firmly of the opinion that he should be be wearing bright, eye-catching things - “Come on, you know Pam likes those new-wave guys!” - while Lola was adamantly recommending to go all-out punk.
“Don’t ask Nikki’s opinion, you know who he’s going to side with,” Charlotte implored, and as if to prove a point, Nikki throws his bag to the side, and lays down with his head pillowed on Lola’s stomach.
“Because Nikki has taste,” Lola throws her arm above her head, into the grass, neck at an awkward angle as she looks, wide-eyed to Tommy.
“Thank you,” Nikki grumbles, and immediately closes his eyes, “what are we arguing about?” A pause, then, “and why is Charlie here?”
“Heather asked Charlie to bring Razz to the party next weekend,” Tommy says, the words sounding rote off his tongue, before he gets into the meat of the argument, laying himself back in the grass. Somehow it makes Charlotte feel left out, being the only one left marginally upright, and she slouches a little lower against the fence.
Tommy explains his conundrum, and much to everyone’s surprise, Nikki refrains from giving his opinion, sighting that he has no clue what Pam would like, and that he’s not taking the fall if Tommy looks like a dickhead and crashes and burns while talking to, arguably, the most popular girl in school.
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, asshole,” Tommy groans, without really thinking, and as the realization and subsequent horror took over his expression, Lola barked a laugh, and even Nikki was grinning.
The moment was surprisingly light, Tommy’s face buried in his hands, though he’s now hiding a smile, and Charlotte is surprised at how easy it is to smile and laugh here, these people accepting her presence without another thought. The politics of the cafeteria make it all feel so foreign, but Tommy said ‘Charlie’s sitting here now’ and Nikki and Lola took it in stride.
And later, Eileen will ask her where she was at lunch, will go on to sigh and roll her eyes as she recounts barely sitting through five minutes of the cheerleaders buzzing like cheerful, little hornets, discussing who would be at the party, and how they would coordinate their outfits. She’d spent another five minutes with the swim team, who spent the entire time picking apart her backstroke technique since she ‘finally decided to join them’.
“This is why I don’t sit with them,” Eileen had frowned, sitting in the McDonalds carpark, absentmindedly violating her soda with it’s straw out of frustration, Charlotte, wide-eyed, quietly eats her terrible, oily fries, and lets Eileen vent, “if I have to listen to one more five-am-gym-going-wannabe-sports-scholarship tell me my form is off, I’m going to go full Carrie-At-The-Prom at our next meet,” Eileen warned, and reached over to snatch a fry. Very few people were ever privy to Eileen’s frustration, as the redhead seemed to do a rather good job of bottling it up, but Charlotte personally felt honored that her friend could be so honest around her.
“I was thinking of joining yearbook, maybe? Or the school paper with...” a strange moment of hesitation, “with Peach,” Eileen paused, taking a long moment to think, and take a sip of her drink, eyes glass as she stared out at the highway as cars passed before them, “auditions for the school play are on Friday,” she adds, like she’s seriously considering it, “it’s Singin’ In The Rain, Keanu actually suggested I should audition.” The idea that Keanu and Eileen have talked enough for him to suggest that she audition for a musical and for her to serious consider it is kind of baffling; Charlotte doesn’t process the meaning behind any of this now, however, just files it away in the back of her mind for later.
“Macy moved to Portland over the Summer,” Charlotte feigns seriousness with her suggestion instead, trying not to give away how amused she is, already anticipating Eileen’s response, “we’re holding cheer tryouts to replace her on Tuesday,” Eileen’s expression is already souring, almost comedically disgusted at Charlotte’s implied suggestion, though she lets the blonde finish, “you were the best bottom-right to the pyramid we’ve ever had,” she said, barely stifling giggles as Eileen turns to her.
“I’d rather die,” her lip curled, and Charlotte leaned over the center console of the minivan to press her forehead against Eileen’s shoulder, and Eileen reaches up with her free hand to scratch gently at Charlotte’s scalp, before bursting out with, “and my form’s not even bad! The coach loves me, Charlie, she loves me, they just think they’re better than me, bunch of clique-y, insular, webbed-toe bitches.”
The words hang in the air, a surprising outburst from the usually reserved and thoughtful girl.
“Do they really have webbed toes?” Charlotte asks, turning so her temple still pressed against the soft cashmere of Eileen’s sweater, but she was following the ginger’s gaze out to the highway ahead. Eileen gives a tired, little laugh, as if her outburst had left her exhausted.
“No.”
Charlotte wants more than anything to ask her what’s wrong, but knows better than anyone that Eileen only says exactly what she wants someone else to know. Instead, she offers her fries silently. Eileen takes one.
“Peach and I got into a fight today,” voice barely above a whisper, Eileen follows her words with a sigh, and suddenly her out of character frustration made complete, and utter sense. For all that she’s known both Peach and Eileen, Charlotte has never known their altercations to be quick or painless affairs, “Vince invited her to Heather’s party.”
“He invited her himself?” Charlotte’s not sure what the issue is beyond their general dislike of Vince, but if Vince himself is starting to possibly change, then it’s hard to see the issue.
“Yeah,” Eileen seems to know what Charlotte’s thinking, and pauses to find the right words, “I don’t trust him, and I don’t know how she can trust him either.” There’s a quality to her voice that Charlotte’s only heard rarely; uncertainty, “and I don’t want her going to Heather’s party, I barely want to go myself, and what if she drinks, and what if she does terrible things she regrets -?” Eileen cuts herself off, squeezing her eyes shut and leaning her head back against the headrest.
“I get it,” Charlotte says, so gentle, so understanding, but Eileen’s still quiet.
“She’s my little sister, Charlie,” Eileen sighed, “and it’s like our parents couldn’t care less, so I have to protect her, and I have to keep her from the guy she thinks is the love of her life, and I have to be the one to always remind her of all the shitty things he’s done and remind her that life isn’t a goddamn fairytale.” She sounds close to tears, soda cup between her knees and hands clutching, white knuckled, at the steering wheel, or else she may have been tearing her hair out.
There was a shake in her voice, tight and exhausted in equal measure, like the words had sat, unspoken, pressed against her teeth, for far longer than Charlotte had realized she’d been thinking them. Charlotte rests her hand on Eileen’s.
“She loves you more than anyone else in the world, you know that right? She’s just sixteen, you know all the drama and shit we went through last year -”
“I can’t watch her go through what you went through with Duff,” the words escaped Eileen in a rush, and she clamps her mouth shut, sitting forward in the driver’s seat, lips pressed into a thin line, as Charlotte’s heart sank in her chest, “I’m sorry.”
“No, I know what you mean,” Charlotte sat back in her own seat, nodding dejectedly, fiddling with her bracelet.
“You... Charlie, you know you’re my best friend, and I love you, and seeing you in pain with no way to help,” Eileen’s hands slid down the sides of the steering wheel as she forced herself to relax, though her words have Charlotte’s heart swelling with fondness, “it fucking killed me,” she admitted, leaning back, letting her shoulders sags with the weight of her words, like the weight of the world, and as she leaned back, she looked to Charlotte, so unguarded, so sincere, “I can’t let Vince break Peach’s heart like that.”
Eileen has always looked and seemed older than her seventeen years, but it’s strange to see her like this, to be reminded that she holds within her this unassuming duality. To protect is her first instinct, herself, her feelings, her friends, her family, but she’s still so young, just a kid; she still deserves to be protected too.
“I’m so tired,” Eileen murmurs, gaze dropping to her hands, now folded in her lap, and she huffs a humorless laugh, “I’m seventeen, Charlie, I’m fucking tired of feeling thirty.”
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『 Haikyuu!! Week 2020 | Day 7 』
· Oct. 1st → Fly! ·
Characters: (teams) Karasuno, Nekoma, Fukurodani, Aoba Johsai, Shiratorizawa, (indiv.) Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Aone Takanobu
Prompts: A. free choice!
Tags/warnings: Haikyuu!! (anime), Among Us (video game), PG, fluff, crack, video games, video game violence/death, headcanons, HaikyuuWeek2020
A/N: Among Us is a bit of a hot meme at the moment (great game. Go and play it/watch other people play it if you can. Get a feel for the game if you somehow haven't already.) So I thought, 'Hey, why not?' I mean, I do need to heal my heart after my Day 6 post, so...
What an amazing week it's been! Well done, everyone! All of my Haikyuu Week 2020 posts are SFW, but there's a little treasure trove of NSFW on my blog, too. Please peruse to your heart's content. Thanks for reading! Please enjoy! ♡
Haikyuu boys / playing Among Us
☆ Karasuno ☆
Literally the loudest games you'll ever witness
You know that grainy, electronic crackle that happens when everybody yells on Discord at the same time? Yeah. That
Kageyama can't lie for shit. It's so obvious when he's lying that it's a genuine miracle if he doesn't immediately get ejected
And he stands in all the wrong places when he's faking doing his tasks 😭😭
But he sounds super suspicious when he's telling the truth, too 😅
Noya and Tanaka buddy up no matter what, and go around trying to clear or murder people together
They also end up fuelling each other's incorrect assumptions
Asahi is way too timid to murder anyone right away, so if nobody dies in the first two rounds, you know it's him or someone trying to frame him...
Daichi is the host and tries to keep order in the lobby...tries someone help him
Hinata: Guys, please stop swearing! Natsu is watching me play!! waahhh 🙈 so cute 😇
Hinata always has to be orange. Don't touch his orange
Ennoshita is the king of self-reporting and getting away with it it just be like that
Kageyama goes around called 'Milk' 🥛
Tsukki tries to big-brain the shit out of it 🤣
He's also hella manipulative as an imposter and refuses to kill Yamaguchi 😭
Suga likes to take out the oxygen/recator and lie in wait for the people who come to fix it he will giggle adorably when it ends up working, which sounds kinda pshyco, ngl 😂
But totally screams at his screen when someone he suspected sneaks up on him and kills him
Yamaguchi low-key prefers the mini games to the actual game 😭😭
And Yachi loves being pink and wearing the little flower in her hair ngl, she nearly fainted the first time she got killed
She doesn't play with them often because it's so loud 😬
☆ Nekoma ☆
Kenma streams the gaming sessions on Twitch, and now they kind of have a cult following 🤷♀️
These fans be thirsting hard, too like us
Check out my smut headcanons, y'all 🙌
Kuroo is the closest to a genius player you're ever going to see
He does his tasks fairly efficiently, he's good at remembering layouts and people's movements, he calculates the timings of his kills with terrifying accuracy, defends himself pretty well, whether he's lying or not, can gaslight the entire lobby into sussing an innocent person, and pieces together other people's lies with surprising ease
Do not cross Kuroo. He's scary at this game. He's not the Scheming Captain for nothing, y'all
Lev is the kind of person to vent right in front of someone by accident, which is so awkward, but so funny 😂
The entire team must wear the bear ears hat. Yes, that is a rule
It's the closest to cat ears they have right now....
Kenma is pretty quiet when he's playing. He doesn't normally play online games, but his streams took off on Twitch, sooo~
Kenma also has radar ears and can somehow detect when people are lying, but waits until he has proof to accuse them he smart 🤓
☆ Fukurodani ☆
'Whoever Talks the Loudest is Right' mentality 😂
And Bokuto will defend himself at the volume of an air raid siren
Akaashi stays as quiet as possible so he doesn't give anything away
When Bokuto starts sussing people, it turns into something out of Ace Attorney like, chill tf out, man 😂
But his guesses are normally completely wrong
Akaashi sets good parameters for the games, because he's sensible
If Bokuto is given the chance to host the lobby....he will set one task each, put everyone at 4x speed, give the imposter zero cooldown time, and sit back and watch the chaos
Whenever somebody doesn't have an absolutely airtight alibi–
Bokuto: That's hella sus, bro
Lots of childish nicknames, because...well, they're all mentally six years old
Except Akaashi, who has a higher mental age than all of them combined
Let me just say that when Bokuto and Kuroo play together, shit gets so funny
When one of them is an imposter, they will literally vent in front of the other one and trust them not to out them 😂😂
☆ Aoba Johsai ☆
Iwa-chan can always tell when Oikawa is lying, and constantly calls him out on it
Iwa: That's his lying voice. Shitty-kawa is lying. He's the imposter. Vote him off
Oikawa: IWAAA-CHAAAN D:<
Because Iwa's right about Oikawa when he is the imposter, it makes it easy to frame him when it's actually Iwa who's the imposter
And no-one believes Tooru 😭😭
Kyoutani has no chill as an imposter
He just murders everyone on sight, right in front of people, too
Kindaichi tends to accuse people with very little evidence, but his instincts are weirdly accurate
Oikawa gets killed almost immediately every game, so if he isn't dead two emergency meetings in, he's 100% an imposter 😭😭
He then goes around as a salty ghost when he's killed off, mumbling to himself about injustice as he refuses to do his tasks and watches the people who voted him off get murdered one by one
Not that anyone's holding a grudge 🙄😂
Oikawa refuses to be purple and always kills whoever is purple first because it reminds him of Ushijima 😭😭
☆ Shiratorizawa ☆
Ushijima refuses to play if he can't be purple give it back. N O W
And it takes him a long time to get used to the game and the rules
'Why are the lights off? What are these tasks? Why is that one flashing at me? Where is med bay? Why can I use this vent? What's this big, red button for?' etc.
You get the idea. Toshi = big noob
He doesn't really understand the concept of lying, either...
He keeps forgetting to mute himself and ends up saying some very incriminating stuff over the mic which has everyone in literal tears from laughter
Tendou is a sneaky S.O.B, using those vents like a pro and gaslighting perfectly innocent people he's a little bloodthirsty, too 🤫
And his initial guesses about who's the imposter are almost always 100% correct Guess Monster, y'all
Goshiki goes around trying to clear people by watching them doing their tasks, especially Ushijima
But then he gets called suspicious for hanging around people too much
The first time an emergency meeting was ever called, Ushijima literally asked "Why is my name in red?" much to everyone's amusement
Everyone's scared of Ushijima when he follows them, but it normally turns out that he just doesn't know where he's going
Shirabu tends to lose his shit when people start accusing him and he's innocent, and will never EVER trust a word that comes out of Goshiki's mouth
Speaking of, Goshiki and Shirabu – boy, do they bicker like eight year-olds, wasting entire voting rounds just arguing with each other 🙄😭
So everyone else decides to vote off one, and then the other at the next meeting 😭😭
Misc.
☆ The Miya twins ☆
Atsumu puts 100% trust in Osamu not to kill him, even if he is the imposter
How could he? He's his brother. His twin. His other half. They share a unique bond–
And then he screams in betrayal when Osamu slaughters him mercilessly 😂😂
Osamu is unaffected by the sudden outburst from his brother's room
Put them together as an imposter duo, though, and you're in for some trouble
They often win by executing a perfect double kill
And they're both pretty good at lying, but Osamu will not hesitate to throw Atsumu under the bus and vote him off if he's being too suspicious or the lobby has turned against him 😂
Ah, the bond of brotherhood 😂
☆ Aone Takanobu ☆
Aone doesn't talk very much
But when he does, his voice is so low and even that nobody ever suspects he's the imposter
I'm thinking like Corpse Husband, if you've seen him playing with Pewds and the gang
It doesn't really occur to people that he could be lying. He seems so trustworthy and honest
Finds it very hard to blame anyone else, though
Is fairly decent as doing his tasks as a crewmate, but it takes him a long time to remember the layouts of the ships
Almost never gets voted off the ship
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hq boys and their part time jobs.
yet another unseries headcanon post made by yours truly! unlike my last one which you can find here, i won’t be involving every single major hq character so that’s just a heads up!! i can’t always envision stuff fully with every single person...
kageyama tobio: this boy thought that applying to work part-time at a sports shop would be fitting ‘cause of his love for volleyball, completely unaware that this would involve way too much social interaction and tolerance???? like he thought he’d just have to look like someone who does sports and occasionally restock yoga mats but these loud ass kids are coming up to him asking for this that and the other for sports he’s never heard of. suddenly he regrets the entire thing. plus, he has no idea how to use the cash register and it’s his worse nightmare to ring up items without wanting to stomp a hole into it to get the customer’s change.
hinata shoyo: shoyo went straight for the pet shelter because he’s in love with playing with the little puppies. this boy will full on roll around with them, stuff them under his shirt so their heads poke out and just.. intergrate and become one of them... the doggies love him so much n always clamber to sit on his lap because hinata treats them with so much love and kindness!! customers looking for pets often joke about taking him home bc he’s just as excitable and friendly as the actual dogs. he’s also really good at convincing people on the fence to get a pet and explaining their individual personalities because he knows them so well :(
nishinoya yuu: he said: supermarket assistant so he could ride around on the carts, intimidates literally every customer with his ungodly enthusiasm but is determined to help EVERYONE, he’ll run around the store taking people where they need to go but only if he actually remembers where they’re situated. otherwise this boy is like “yeah they’re just... that way.” and bolts in the other direction. gets along with all his colleagues and tells them all about his tournaments with karasuno. he’s not the star employee but it wouldn’t be the same w out him.. often asks the manager if he can taste test the market’s pastry section to which he is rejected every single time.
tanaka ryuu: he’s convinced working in his local gym was him in his element, he wears that tag thing like a badge of honour and just walks around showing people he works there instead of actually doing his job??? he’s also overly enthusiastic and will sometimes cheer on the people working out as if he’s some kind of zealous personal trainer and everybody is like “literally how old is this guy??” he’s surprisingly awesome at reception duty because he’s always chatting to regulars about how they’re doing... the practical side like schedules and paperwork he leaves for someone else, everyone just puts up with him bc he’s a mood setter.
sugawara koushi: don’t get me started on this boy as a teacher’s assistant, like he helps little kids out with their work, tidies up the class during their break times and reads them stories?? he’s THAT senior boy who’s the biggest sweetheart and seeing him handle kids so well is like ... does he want some of his own ?? i’d like to offer my expertise he’s always got a smile on his face, gets along with all the staff much older than him, he’s like this perfect boy they all dote on and he gets super flustered saying he just really likes helping out the children and making them smile. often brings them little snacks too and they all call him big brother BYE.
tsukkishima kei: he does some low-key shit that’s kinda wholesome like working with the eldery or tutoring kids but prefers for literally nobody to know about it because anything he does outside of school is his business. he does it because it’s good pay, there’s not much else to it. if anybody found out he’d be super irritated tbh it’s just an invasion of privacy to him but eventually wouldn’t care because every kid is getting part-time jobs these days.
oikawa tooru: bye he’s THAT guy who got his job at a retail store because he’s pretty. like he has no real interest in clothes or anything but he takes the job as a place to validate himself when girls come up to him purposefully to flirt. he’s winking and laughing with them and also NOT actually doing his job but he brings in customers so at least he’s somewhat useful. doesn’t know how to fold clothes or hang stuff on hangers properly for shit and everyone lowkey wants to kick his ass but he’s actually very friendly and outgoing even if he has no clue what he’s doing. keeps asking if bra sizes come in small, medium and large and everyone just tells him to shut up.
iwaizumi hajime: when picking a job he was like “well what am i good at?” and went from there. he ended up as the local pool’s weekend lifeguard because he had the qualifications and time. again, everyone his age just tries to hit on him and he’s annoyed because it distracts him from the actual purpose of his job. he takes it seriously and impresses his colleagues with his swimming talent and knowledge on first aid. iwaizumi lowkey scares the little kids and they’re kind of afraid to ask him for help so he’s been working on looking a little more friendly.
kuroo tetsurou: kuroo as a tennis instructor assistant or just something sporty other than volleyball because he’s a multi-talented king?? like he’s not a professional by any means but he helps out the youth club and gets along with kids a few years younger than him. fills in for refs at tournaments, makes sure equipment is safe to use and is SUPER good at cheering club goers up when they lose or fail or can’t seem to do it correctly. he often refers to his experiences as nekoma’s captain to relate to them and they really admire his resilience and ask him to tell them more stories!!
kenma kozume: had to be dragged out to do a part-time job. was absolutely against the thought of it until hinata mentioned a friend of his who’d moved to the prefecture near kenma got a job at this new game shop. he was like fine and applied. he just kinda sat and people asked him questions about the games but he refused to do any further socialisation or actual grunt work like shelving, he quit pretty soon after, he just wanted the money to buy a game he ended up purchasing on his way out lmaoo
bokuto koutarou: he was dead set on having a volleyball related job, fukurodani have a club for junior players from all over the city to come and practice together. he was like?!? “and nobody told me??” he’s perfect for it as the captain and ends up as a secondary coach. he shows off A LOT and like kuroo, encourages the kids when they’re down. except kuroo is a more sit down, hand on shoulder, casual talk kind of guy. bokuto gets ridiculously sentimental and tells them dramatically about his lowest memories as captain when fukurodani lost and the kids are genuinely as emotional because of he way he tells it??? idk but they love him and he’s a ball of passion that keeps them going.
akaashi keiji: we are talking pretty waiter at a local gormet restaurant that gets tipped SO MUCH for his true professionalism. knows how to handle every situation with ease and is super calm, doesn’t care at all if someone from his school is there. he’s really just chasing that bag and he’s doing it well. bokuto often picks him up after his shifts so they can do stuff together but akaashi requests it be something calming since he’s tired after work... bokuto is like,, “so no to rock-climbing? alright i’ll reschedule..” the other waiters lowkey HATE the fact he gets tipped so well and they try and figure out his secrets. he has none. he’s just good at his job. i could see kiyoko working a similar job or somewhere lowkey like a flourist or bakery. she’s equally as professional and admired.
ushijima wakatoshi: ANY JOB. give this man any job and he’ll be able to carry it out like he’s been doing it since he popped out the womb. often mistaken for a grown adult so he gets jobs pretty easily? very very professional and aims to do everything perfectly. i think he’d also prefer a vb related job just like bokuto but something that could really get him somewhere big, smth to do with olympics like a paid internship for them .. can you even intern for the olympics lmao?? maybe something for the japanese team. it’s a lot of work to balance school & intern life but he’s very comitted and knows it’ll benefit him in the future. (kageyama was fuming when he found out he could have done that instead of his current gig).
tendou satori: has a job he’s very under-qualified for but somehow pulls off. he’s chilling at the hospital or law firm three times a week after classes or somewhere ridiculous but he’s doing just fine!! doesn’t actually do professional work n helps with small things but it impresses the hell out of everybody he tells, has no interest in persuing those careers but it’s fun for him, he gets paid VERY well for a boy his age and his personality creates a nice, talkative atmosphere in these seemingly tense environments.
miya atsumu / osamu: they both work at a café for novelty because they’re these handsome, athletic twins and it’s a thing that brings people in. they do a lot of fan service stuff and osamu is EXCELLENT like he was made for this job but atsumu is awful at keeping his cool. osamu will be chatting up customers, trying to persuade them to order more and atsumu is having a heated tustle with the coffee machine that’s broken down for the third time that day and it really ruins the magic osamu is trying to create. atsumu has probably sworn loudly. has probably almost been fired. he’s bad at playing along and flirting because he literally just wants them to leave so he can sit down lmao. osamu uses the pastries in the café as inspiration for his own at-home baking fiascos because it’s a stress-reliving hobby.
terushima yuji: he’s that boy in shoe shops that tries to sell you sneakers and he knows literally everything about them even when you really didn’t ask... looking to hit on girls that come in because shoe knowledge is obviously very sexy! alternatively you might catch him in a tattoo shop or sumn real appearance based and he definitely remembers all the regulars and greets them like they’re close friends, we’re talking inside jokes. always seems to know what tattoo people are looking to get purely based on their appearance and initial impression...
the list of unemployed:
yachi: too scared to do ANY job that requires interaction, she’s plagued by it.
hoshiumi: fired for picking too many fights with customers.
kyotani: EVEN WORSE THAN HOSHIUMI though he was strangely very efficient at paperwork.
suna: quit on the first day because it wasn’t what he expected and he doesn’t care about money that much.
lev: his family are like.... rich?? n nobody really expected it but he’s like yeah i really do not need one of those lmao.
yamaguchi: broke things, spilt things, smashed things. he really was trying his best..
aone: intimidated customers too much so they let him go (he was just STANDING THERE.. he deserved better).
sakusa: local venues are filthy, ushijima got the internship spot, no other job interests him enough to persue.
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First Year Daddies (+ Kyoutani!)
I’m trying to spread out my requests—I have a whole bunch of Kuroo ones that I swear he is my most requested person. So let’s take a break from our beloved rooster and get some daddies up in this! That being said, this will kinda be a part 2 to Karasuno as dads, with the addition of our beloved Mad Dog. @dreamyjaems you know what’s up.
Kageyama;
Alright, let’s redeem Kags cause I did him dirty last time.
It took him sometime to get used to being a parent, but when he finally got it down, he loved every second of it.
Your daughter, now five years old, loves daddy just as much as he loves her.
Now that you’d gone back to work and the two of you had some semblance of a schedule, Kageyama was 100% in charge of childcare while you worked in the morning.
Lucky break for the two of you that Kags didn’t start practice until the afternoon, giving him time to take your little girl to kindergarten with you picking her up.
It was the same routine every morning—mommy goes to work and daddy makes pancakes while putting on Disney movies.
Always a short stack and he made sure to cut it up just the way his little girl liked it—into 16 pieces. Yes, 16. No more, no less.
Your daughter was a lucky little bugger, getting her fathers thick, silky hair. By this age, it’s incredibly long and Kags always brushes it and does it nicely before taking her to school, then off to work he goes.
His locksreen is definitely a picture of him and his daughter. It gets him through the day.
After picking up your child from school, you help her with homework since Kags won’t be home until later.
Sometimes, it really shocks you just how lucky the two of you got for having such a well behaved kid—super low maintenance, doesn’t really cause trouble. That is, until she starts missing her dad.
Yes, she is a hardcore daddy’s girl 💀
Usually, it’s around dinner time that she gets fussy because Kageyama will be waking through the door any minute and that minute canNOT pass soon enough. She’s more like you than you think.
“Hi sweetie,” you call out while you know for a fact he’s scooping up his little bean in his arms before coming to give you a kiss. Routine was nice that way.
The three of you go about your evening as per usual—having dinner together, you giving your little one a bath and Kageyama reading her to bed so that the two of you can cuddle up on the couch before turning in for the evening.
After he finishes reading, he joins you for your quiet time, seeing that you’re watching a movie and drinking a glass of wine. “I wanted to talk to you about...something.” He says stiffly. You quirk a brow at him after hitting pause, patiently waiting for him to continue. “How...how would you feel about having another one?”
“Another glass of wine? Hell yeah.”
“[name], no. Another kid.” Oh. Well, this is a shocking turn of events. Kageyama, the barely legal adult that initially had no idea whether or not was ready to be a father, wanted another child.
“Are you sure, Tobio?” Was all you responded with.
“Obviously, since I’m asking you,” there’s a twinge in his voice that you aren’t sure you’ve heard before. Not quite begging, per se. perhaps imploring was a better word for it? “I love our family and I just want it to keep growing.”
This was such a far cry from the man that Kageyama Tobio was six years ago when you first found out you were pregnant, and you would be lying if you said that his admission didn’t turn you on in the slightest.
“Well we’ve got some work to do then, buddy.”
Hinata;
Hinata Shoyo finally got his wish. With his son, now 10, and daughter, now 8, your youngest daughter was nearing her terrible twos.
There was nothing more in the world that your newest baby loved more than daddy.
It was actually kind of irritating, actually, because if Shoyo wasn’t home, she would cry and throw temper tantrums until your husband walked through the door.
Shit, it even irritated your other two kids who, in order to avoid it all, would usually be at their friend’s houses doing homework and hanging out until they knew their dad would be home.
If only you were able to do the same.
The second that Sho walked through the door, every sound in the Hinata household ceases, as if your toddler wasn’t just screaming her lungs out moments ago.
“Hi, princess! Did you miss daddy today? I know I missed you a whole bunch!”
On god, he is such a good dad it hurts. He’s gotten even better since the addition of the youngest.
“Hi sweetheart,” you greet with a quick peck onto his lips. His daughter, and yes very specifically the almost two-year-old is his daughter, grunts in discomfort despite being held by dad. She doesn’t like the fact that you took dad’s attention away for a second. “Oh, quiet you.” You grumble at her.
“[name]! Be nice to angel!” You roll your eyes at him instead. As if you haven’t raised your last two kids, who were now walking in the door. “Come on, pumpkin, let’s go get some food in our bellies!”
Hinata places her in her high chair, obnoxiously making little airplane noises as he feeds her. Spoiled little brat.
“Mom,” your son starts cautiously, looking back and forth between his father and baby sister. “Was dad always like this?” He asks, referring to the overly enthusiastic train noises your husband was making.
“No, honey.”
“Okay, just making sure he hasn’t been a dork our entire lives.”
“Oh, that? Yeah.”
Tsukishima;
It needs to be reiterated, you felt, that Tsukki is an amazing father.
Your oldest and Kei’s step-daughter, now 12, and your youngest daughter, now 7, would vehemently agree.
They never did actually grow out of the habit of calling him Tsukki, as opposed to dad. Though when speaking to other people, they both referred to him as their father.
It was quite endearing, actually. Your family was happy with the way things were, even if they were slightly unconventional.
Sunday mornings were family days—an adamant rule in the Tsukishima household. Kei would be in charge of making breakfast while you and the girls blasted some upbeat music while tidying up your rooms.
While Kei does not find Kesha and Lizzo to be “the classics” as you so put it while you cleaned, he did find it amusing to see all three Tsukishima women dancing and singing while cleaning.
Lowkey, it warmed his heart to know these were the three women of his life.
Kei is still the same protective dad he was even before having his own child—it only got worse when your oldest started showing an interest in the opposite gender.
Ya know how he wasn’t afraid to fight a toddler for his little girl? He’s definitely not afraid to fight some middle school punk.
Especially when your oldest comes home bawling her eyes out because she had decided to confess to the boy she liked and he had said he didn’t return feelings.
No matter how much you tried to console her, nothing you said seemed to work. It was dad’s turn.
Tsukki sits her down, his face as serious as ever, before adjusting his glasses to look at his step-daughter clearly. “Don’t tell mom that I said this, but boys ain’t shit.” 💀💀💀
“Ooooh, Tsukki said a bad word.” She joked in between her now calming tears.
“It’s true, though. Now come on, chin up. Princesses can’t have their heads down, their crowns will fall off.”
Yamaguchi;
Despite the years of torture and struggle that was raising your twin hellions, Tadashi was kind of feeling a little empty now that the boys had grown into being more independent.
They were now seven-years-old, in sports, getting good grades—it’s like they were replaced with a different set of twins.
However, this also grants Tadashi the chance to actually step in and be a father, rather than letting those two run him ragged all day.
I see Yamaguchi being a slightly more strict parent, but loving nonetheless. Because the twins have always sort have been troublemakers, he’s strict on making sure the boys are home in time for dinner and that their schoolwork is done.
If they aren’t 💀💀💀
Honestly, your guys’ life though is just all around peaceful and a small part of you is longing for chaos.
So before the two of you head to sleep for the evening, your both just chilling in bed, maybe reading a book. Ya know, like 90s sitcom style.
“Hey Tadashi, can I ask you something?” That was never a good sign in his book, but he looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to proceed. “How would you feel if we had another kid?”
“Wait, are you pregnant?” You certainly didn’t miss the panic that filled his eyes. Oh. There’s your answer.
“No...I just...kinda miss holding a baby, ya know? Our boys are seven now, they don’t want mom anywhere near them and they think my hugs and kisses are gross.”
Ngl, it kinda hurts him to hear that because he knows it hurts you. All he wants to do his make you feel better.
“I mean, I’m not opposed I’m just—“
“Scared the next one is gonna turn out the same way?” He laughs at the fact that you know him so well. “Don’t get me wrong, I am too. But in the end, we raised them so well. I don’t think we’ll have anything to worry about.”
Kyoutani;
The two of you never ceased to surprise anyone.
At first, it started with the two of you dating in your third years of high school, all the way through college (which, it shocked some that he in enrolled in university at all), to bringing your three-year-old son to the class of 2014 reunion.
Where did people even begin? The fact that you two had been dating for ten years or the fact that the two of you were parents?
It bothered you when people made assumptions about Kentarou.
Yes, he was cold and brash and a complete pain in your ass, but he was a damn good life partner and father.
Kyoutani wasn’t satisfied with anything if he wasn’t giving it his all—that includes his relationship with you and your guys’ son.
While he isn’t necessarily the most affectionate person, he always made sure his little family had everything they needed.
Yahaba is the first one to approach the three of you, surprised to see Kentarou holding his little one. “Holy shit, I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Language.” Your boyfriend bites out. A small laugh escapes your lips as you pat him on the back in reassurance as you give Yahaba a hug.
“Nice to see you too, Shigeru.” The former setter looks between the two of you, then looks at your son.
“It’s so scary to see your mini-me with his eyes.”
“Don’t be rude.” You chide him calmly, while Kyoutani feels his blood boil slightly. That sounded like an insult to him. Wordlessly, he hands over your son before squaring up with his former teammate. “Honey, please don’t start a fight.”
You were one of the few people to calm him down; a given considering your decade together.
Backing down, Kentarou retreats to your side, securing an arm around his waist and placing a chaste kiss in his sons hair. Knowing his mannerisms, you knew that was an apology to his child for losing his cool for a minute.
“Holy shit.” Yahaba repeats, stunned by the display of affection
“Language!” Your boyfriend snarls again through clenched teeth, making you laugh again. The three of you were far from perfect, but you had everything you needed.
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Title: Revelations of the Past
Author/Artist: AnchoredTether
Rating: T [graphic depictions of violence, major character death]
Pairings: Plance [Pikelavar], Kallura [Thunderyun]
Series: Defenders of Aurita
Chapter: 3/?
Summary: With the evil wizard Dakin defeated, Block can finally save his village from being turned to stone. Meklavar seeks to retrieve the Jewel of Jitan, Jiro needs to avenge his master (and twin brother) and slaughter the Leviathan, Valayun continues her search for the rune stone, and Pike seems to have his own agenda as well. Revelations are brought to light and a mysterious ranger may be the key to solving their problems.
"I know you ain't no dwarf."
Meklavar's eyes were wide with shock, her voice terse. "What gave it away?" She took so many precautions, thoroughly studying the traits and customs of dwarves to make sure no one saw through her disguise and yet this eccentric thief saw right through it all.
"I can smell that you're an elf." It was something that none of the others would notice but was as blaringly obvious to Pike as sticking a giant red arrow over her head. "And judging by the fact that you're incredibly short for your species, you hide your ears with your helmet and your markings with that warpaint, and you're searching for your family heirloom, of all things, you've gotta be the dragonborn, Princess Yekat-"
"Don't! Say it." Meklavar had her axe raised dangerously close to his throat, her eyes narrowed into even sharper daggers. She realized in that moment that when she first met Pike and he was practically draped on top of her with the words "So you're a dwarf?" he was getting a whiff of her scent and she wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed or frustrated. "You swear on your life right now that you won't tell anyone else."
"Well, that's one heck of a confirmation that my hunch was right."
"Swear it."
"Okay, okay! I won't tell anyone." He let out a held breath when she lowered her axe. "They're going to find out eventually though. Once they find out what your family heirloom really is and who your family is." His mouth twisted into a frown. "Or if you ever take off your helmet."
"I know, I know. I wasn't expecting to be on a team when that time came." She said it almost bitterly as she continued to gorge her food.
Pike's expression changed into something more reverent, his voice barely above a whisper. "If your quest is really what I think it is… then you and I aren't so different."
"How so? You don't seem like royalty to me, although I don't know much about khaliit."
"Not royalty. Although that is flattering that you would think so." He said with a light-hearted laugh. "I think we both have the same goal in mind - to save our families from Lotor's reign."
Meklavar swallowed hard. "You're right. You already know my tragic story if you know my name. So what happened to your family?"
"Enslavement."
Her amber eyes narrowed in sympathy. "I'm so sorry, Pike. I've seen how Lotor treats his 'workforce.' How big is your family?"
"Immediate? Five. Mom, dad, two brothers, and a sister. Extended? Six. Sister in law, niece and nephew, uncle, aunt, and grandmother." He counted them off on his fingers. "So… eleven all together."
"Holy crow you have a big family!"
"Yeah, we live up to the khaliit stereotype that we breed in litters."
Both of them laughed, and for the first time in years, Meklavar felt at peace. She didn't dwell on her troubles, didn't wonder about her past, and didn't worry about her future. She barely knew the guy sitting next to her but felt like she had already gained a friend, albeit a strange one. He reminded her of someone she knew and the feeling of familiarity was comforting. "…Pike?" She spoke his name while looking back up at the constellations painted in the sky.
"Yeah?"
"Can I trust you?"
He turned his head to look at her. "Is this in reference to my profession or my race?" He could understand how one would be slow to trust an assassin and thief but he knew many of his kind were dishonest in nature. It was hard for a khaliit to gain respect in the world when killing and stealing were their sought out talents for generations.
"Neither. It's in reference to you as a person."
He let out a low hum. "I don't know… can I trust you as a person? You're dragonborn. When we fought the Coranic dragon you did nothing to stop it. Were you going to wait till we were all dead until you whipped out some dragon shouts? I don't know too much about dragonborn but can't you command dragons? Or something?"
"I-" She growled in frustration. "It wasn't like that! It was a last resort but I wouldn't have let any of you die!" Her shoulders sunk as her voice lowered. "I… don't exactly know how to use my gifts. It's not like there's any other dragonborns to teach me."
Pike raised a brow. "Isn't a dragon supposed to teach you?"
"A dragon? No, I'm supposed to slay a dragon. Zarkon, to be exact."
"I know that, but couldn't another dragon teach you? I doubt all dragons are evil. I mean, there's gotta be at least one dragon out there who doesn't agree with Zarkon."
Meklavar's jaw went slack and she blinked several times as it dawned upon her. "Pike, you're a genius."
He shrugged. "I try."
"No, you're a genius. We're headed towards Darmuth. You know what's near Darmuth? Korvanjund."
"Korva-what now?"
"It's an ancient tomb where the first dragon was slaughtered. If any place will provide me answers, it's Korvanjund." She was quiet a moment as she mulled about in her thoughts, her eyes searching the stars again as if they would spell out all the secrets she needed to know. "So back to my original question… can I trust you? I want to help Block save his village and I'll give up my transmutation gloves if I have to, but… I'm going to leave the group after we find the sorcerer… and I want you to come with me."
"Me?" His ears perked up in surprise. "Why would you want me to come with you?"
Meklavar sighed. "I guess because you're the only one who would understand? Jiro is a paladin, Block is basically a ray of sunshine and I can't see Valayun ever breaking any kind of laws."
"So you're saying you want me because I'm an assassin."
"Sort of? Yes? You and I both live in the gray spectrum of morality. I need someone who isn't afraid to bend the rules. I won't hesitate harming or even killing others if it means saving my family. I know you feel the same." She gave him a serious look, offering a slight nod. "And it seems our ultimate goals align so it makes sense to travel together."
Pike was silent a moment, his arms crossed as he stared out at nothing in particular, lost in thought. It was a lot to soak in even though he knew who Meklavar was from the start. He was always out on his own, fending for himself and fighting for his freedom. Why then, did he feel drawn towards the short elf and helping in her impossible quest? Perhaps it was because his ultimate goal felt impossible in his mind… perhaps two people trying to defy the impossible had a better chance fighting together. "You can trust me." He said at last, turning to face her with a half smirk. "And I'll come with you to… Korva… Korvaln-"
"Korvanjund."
"That."
The relief manifested in her face with a genuine smile. Her mouth opened as she began to speak, but she quickly stood up when she noticed Block approaching them. "Hey."
"Hey guys." He said, looking from Meklavar to Pike. "We just got kinda worried, and by 'we' I mean Valayun, since you were taking so long. But I guess you guys were just talking. That's what I told her, but she wouldn't listen."
"Sounds like her." Pike said as if he knew her. He stood up as well and handed his empty plate to Meklavar. "Thanks for dinner. I'll just find a nice tree to lounge in." He stretched his arms out in front of him with fingers interlocked, his back arching and tail curling up just like a cat would. He let out a small grunt and straightened up, flashing them a grin with a two-fingered wave. "Nighters." With a cloud of smoke he disappeared into the night.
After a moment Block spoke. "He's too dramatic if you ask me."
She let out a small chuckle. "Felines are like that."
"You guys have a nice chat?"
"Yeah… kinda lost track of time." She started to head back towards the inn. "We'll probably head out pretty early tomorrow, so we should get some sleep."
Block nodded in agreement. "Yeah and we were able to afford the deluxe rooms, so we each have our own room to sleep in. Meaning you won't have to worry about my snoring keeping you up at night."
"Oh thank goodness. Unless you snore so loud I can hear you through the walls!"
"…I'll put up an enchantment."
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Once Meklavar closed the door to her room, she turned her back against the door and slid down onto the floor with a sigh of defeat. She pulled off her helmet to reveal her pointed elven ears sticking out from short, messy honey-brown locks. She closed her eyes, pulled off her gloves and licked her palm to wipe off the crimson face paint marking her cheeks. She let out another exhausted sigh, letting her arms flop to the ground.
"Huh, you actually look super cute."
Meklavar jumped up with a blood-curling screech, nearly chucking her axe at the voice but stopping at the last second when she realized it was Pike, crouched on the now open window sill, causing the heavy weapon to only fly out of her hands a few feet and clank loudly on the floor.
"Whoa you okay in there??" Block's muffled voice came through the closed door.
"Y-YEAH," Her face turned as red as the face paint that once covered the pale green curves at the corners of her eyes. "THERE WAS… A RAT! THERE WAS A RAT. IT CLIMBED OUT THE WINDOW, I'M GOOD NOW."
"Oh. Yikes. It must have been huuuuge. Where's Pike when you need him, right?" A low chuckle could be heard from the other side.
Pike was clearly trying to hold back laughter as Meklavar looked even more flustered. "YEAH. WHERE THE HECK IS HE WHEN YA NEED HIM??"
"… I wonder if he even likes rodents… or maybe he prefers seafood…"
"GOODNIGHT, BLOCK."
"Right. Goodnight!"
Meklavar waited a moment, her eyes trained on the door as she listened for the sorcerer's footsteps to fade away, then turned on the khaliit with a fury in her eyes as she whispered as aggressively as she could. "What! Are you doing!!" She stepped towards him while picking up her axe and shoved the blade in his face before he could finish stepping down into her room.
"What?" He raised his hands defensively. "It's cold outside."
"It's cold outs-" She bit her lip, realizing he actually had a decent argument. She was hot and sweaty in her heavy armor so the temperature outside went by completely unnoticed. "Oh. It's cold outside. How cold?"
"Cold enough to want to climb up three stories and sneak into an angry dwarf's bedroom." He said dully.
She scoffed. "Three stories is probably nothing for you."
He flailed a hand angrily. "Will you please lower the axe?"
She sighed, lowering her axe and shoulders. She turned away from him, propping her weapon against the wall near the bed, and began to take off armor. She could feel the presence of the khaliit making his way into the room, closing the window, and taking a seat at the foot of the bed. He pulled his knees in towards his chest so it almost looked like he was perching. Even though she was facing away from him as she carefully set down pieces of armor on the ground, she could feel his stare on her the entire time. She was annoyed with him but she was also too tired to argue.
"You've changed a lot since I last saw you."
Meklavar stilled, taking in a deep breath before she turned around to face him. She was only wearing her black under layers and even though it covered everything but her hands, feet, and face, she felt utterly exposed. "What do you mean?"
"I'm from Aurita. My family used to work in the kitchens."
"Your family used to-" Her lips parted, her heart skipping a beat as she realized exactly what he meant. Her voice was so quiet that anyone other than a khaliit would probably have a hard time hearing her. "You were a servant at the castle…"
"Yep." He offered her a wistful smile. "That was a long time ago though."
"How did you escape? On the night of the invasion?"
Pike frowned, his ears swiveled back. "You know a lot of it is actually a blur. That was the night I got this." He tapped a finger just below his left eye on the scar that passed through it. He let out a quiet, non-humorous laugh. "I couldn't exactly see. But I know I used a lot of the secret passageways that are in the castle. And I remember that was the first time I killed anyone." He wrapped his arms around his legs, hugging his knees to his chest. "What about you?"
"I don't remember anything."
"At all?"
"I remember waking up in an elf's house. He found me unconscious on the side of the road. My head was bleeding, so we were pretty sure I had a severe concussion. Everything… everything before that only comes in flashes. Bits and pieces. The only reason I know my name and who I am is because that elf told me that's who I was. And I was convinced because there are no other elves as short as me who look like the royal family."
"You have total amnesia…" Pike didn't say it as a question, but in a reverent kind of sorrow. He couldn't imagine a life not remembering his loved ones… not remembering his own identity. "Well for what it's worth, I know you're the princess."
"Ugh, don't call me that." She made a face of disgust.
"The dragonborn then?"
She nodded. "Much better." She looked at the khaliit sitting on her bed and couldn't help the sad smile that found place upon her lips. He wasn't just someone who knew who she really was, he was someone from her past, a past she barely even knew. She wondered if she knew him at one point in her life, if they were even friends. She couldn't bring herself to ask.
Sometimes it was less painful not to know.
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Title: Revelations of the Past
Author/Artist: AnchoredTether
Rating: M [graphic depictions of violence, major character death, dark themes]
Pairings: Plance [Pikelavar], Kallura [Thunderyun]
Series: Defenders of Aurita
Chapter: 3/?
Summary: With the evil wizard Dakin defeated, Block can finally save his village from being turned to stone. Meklavar seeks to retrieve the Jewel of Jitan, Jiro needs to avenge his master (and twin brother) and slaughter the Leviathan, Valayun continues her search for the runestone, and Pike seems to have an agenda of his own. Revelations are brought to light and a mysterious ranger may be the key to solving their problems.
CHAPTER 03 :: REVELATIONS OF THE PAST
“I know you ain’t no dwarf.”
Meklavar’s eyes were wide with shock, her voice terse. “What gave it away?” She took so many precautions, thoroughly studying the traits and customs of dwarves to make sure no one saw through her disguise and yet this eccentric thief saw right through it all.
“I can smell that you’re an elf.” It was something that none of the others would notice but was as blaringly obvious to Pike as sticking a giant red arrow over her head. “And judging by the fact that you’re incredibly short for your species, you hide your ears with your helmet and your markings with that warpaint, and you’re searching for your family heirloom, of all things, you’ve gotta be the dragonborn, Princess Yekat-”
“Don’t! Say it.” Meklavar had her axe raised dangerously close to his throat, her eyes narrowed into even sharper daggers. She realized in that moment that when she first met Pike and he was practically draped on top of her with the words “So you’re a dwarf?” he was getting a whiff of her scent and she wasn’t sure whether to be embarrassed or frustrated. “You swear on your life right now that you won’t tell anyone else.”
“Well, that’s one heck of a confirmation that my hunch was right.”
“Swear it.”
“Okay, okay! I won’t tell anyone.” He let out a held breath when she lowered her axe. “They’re going to find out eventually though. Once they find out what your family heirloom really is and who your family is.” His mouth twisted into a frown. “Or if you ever take off your helmet.”
“I know, I know. I wasn’t expecting to be on a team when that time came.” She said it almost bitterly as she continued to gorge her food.
Pike’s expression changed into something more reverent, his voice barely above a whisper. “If your quest is really what I think it is… then you and I aren’t so different.”
“How so? You don’t seem like royalty to me, although I don’t know much about khaliit.”
“Not royalty. Although that is flattering that you would think so.” He said with a light-hearted laugh. “I think we both have the same goal in mind - to save our families from Lotor’s reign.”
Meklavar swallowed hard. “You’re right. You already know my tragic story if you know my name. So what happened to your family?”
“Enslavement.”
Her amber eyes narrowed in sympathy. “I’m so sorry, Pike. I’ve seen how Lotor treats his ‘workforce.’ How big is your family?”
“Immediate? Five. Mom, two brothers, and two sisters. Extended? Six. Sister in law, niece and nephew, uncle, aunt, and grandmother.” He counted them off on his fingers. “So… eleven altogether.”
“Holy crow you have a big family!”
“Yeah, we live up to the khaliit stereotype that we breed in litters.”
Both of them laughed, and for the first time in years, Meklavar felt at peace. She didn’t dwell on her troubles, didn’t wonder about her past, and didn’t worry about her future. She barely knew the guy sitting next to her but felt like she had already gained a friend, albeit a strange one. He reminded her of someone she knew and the feeling of familiarity was comforting. “…Pike?” She spoke his name while looking back up at the constellations painted in the sky.
“Yeah?”
“Can I trust you?”
He turned his head to look at her. “Is this in reference to my profession or my race?” He could understand how one would be slow to trust an assassin and thief but he knew many of his kind were dishonest in nature. It was hard for a khaliit to gain respect in the world when killing and stealing were their sought out talents for generations.
“Neither. It’s in reference to you as a person.”
He let out a low hum. “I don’t know… can I trust you as a person? You’re dragonborn. When we fought the Coranic dragon you did nothing to stop it. Were you going to wait till we were all dead until you whipped out some dragon shouts? I don’t know too much about dragonborn but can’t you command dragons? Or something?”
“I-” She growled in frustration. “It wasn’t like that! It was a last resort but I wouldn’t have let any of you die!” Her shoulders sunk as her voice lowered. “I… don’t exactly know how to use my gifts. It’s not like there’s any other dragonborns to teach me.”
Pike raised a brow. “Isn’t a dragon supposed to teach you?”
“A dragon? No, I’m supposed to slay a dragon. Zarkon, to be exact.”
“I know that, but couldn’t another dragon teach you? I doubt all dragons are evil. I mean, there’s gotta be at least one dragon out there who doesn’t agree with Zarkon.”
Meklavar’s jaw went slack and she blinked several times as it dawned upon her. “Pike, you’re a genius.”
He shrugged. “I try.”
“No, you’re a genius. We’re headed towards Darmuth. You know what’s near Darmuth? Korvanjund.”
“Korva-what now?”
“It’s an ancient tomb where the first dragon was slaughtered. If any place will provide me answers, it’s Korvanjund.” She was quiet a moment as she mulled about in her thoughts, her eyes searching the stars again as if they would spell out all the secrets she needed to know. “So back to my original question… can I trust you? I want to help Block save his village and I’ll give up my transmutation gloves if I have to, but… I’m going to leave the group after we find the sorcerer… and I want you to come with me.”
“Me?” His ears perked up in surprise. “Why would you want me to come with you?”
Meklavar sighed. “I guess because you’re the only one who would understand? Jiro is a paladin, Block is basically a ray of sunshine and I can’t see Valayun ever breaking any kind of laws.”
“So you’re saying you want me because I’m an assassin.”
“Sort of? Yes? You and I both live in the gray spectrum of morality. I need someone who isn’t afraid to bend the rules. I won’t hesitate harming or even killing others if it means saving my family. I know you feel the same.” She gave him a serious look, offering a slight nod. “And it seems our ultimate goals align so it makes sense to travel together.”
Pike was silent a moment, his arms crossed as he stared out at nothing in particular, lost in thought. It was a lot to soak in even though he knew who Meklavar was from the start. He was always out on his own, fending for himself and fighting for his freedom. Why then, did he feel drawn towards the short elf and helping in her impossible quest? Perhaps it was because his ultimate goal felt impossible in his mind… perhaps two people trying to defy the impossible had a better chance fighting together. “You can trust me.” He said at last, turning to face her with a half smirk. “And I’ll come with you to… Korva… Korvaln-”
“Korvanjund.”
“That.”
The relief manifested in her face with a genuine smile. Her mouth opened as she began to speak, but she quickly stood up when she noticed Block approaching them. “Hey.”
“Hey guys.” He said, looking from Meklavar to Pike. “We just got kinda worried, and by 'we’ I mean Valayun, since you were taking so long. But I guess you guys were just talking. That’s what I told her, but she wouldn’t listen.”
“Sounds like her.” Pike said as if he knew her. He stood up as well and handed his empty plate to Meklavar. “Thanks for dinner. I’ll just find a nice tree to lounge in.” He stretched his arms out in front of him with fingers interlocked, his back arching and tail curling up just like a cat would. He let out a small grunt and straightened up, flashing them a grin with a two-fingered wave. “Nighters.” With a cloud of smoke he disappeared into the night.
After a moment Block spoke. “He’s too dramatic if you ask me.”
She let out a small chuckle. “Felines are like that.”
“You guys have a nice chat?”
“Yeah… kinda lost track of time.” She started to head back towards the inn. “We’ll probably head out pretty early tomorrow, so we should get some sleep.”
Block nodded in agreement. “Yeah and we were able to afford the deluxe rooms, so we each have our own room to sleep in. Meaning you won’t have to worry about my snoring keeping you up at night.”
“Oh thank goodness. Unless you snore so loud I can hear you through the walls!”
“…I’ll put up an enchantment.”
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Once Meklavar closed the door to her room, she turned her back against the door and slid down onto the floor with a sigh of defeat. She pulled off her helmet to reveal her pointed elven ears sticking out from short, messy honey-brown locks. She closed her eyes, pulled off her gloves and licked her palm to wipe off the crimson face paint marking her cheeks. She let out another exhausted sigh, letting her arms flop to the ground.
“Huh, you actually look super cute.”
Meklavar jumped up with a blood-curling screech, nearly chucking her axe at the voice but stopping at the last second when she realized it was Pike, crouched on the now open window sill, causing the heavy weapon to only fly out of her hands a few feet and clank loudly on the floor.
“Whoa you okay in there??” Block’s muffled voice came through the closed door.
“Y-YEAH,” Her face turned as red as the face paint that once covered the pale green curves at the corners of her eyes. “THERE WAS… A RAT! THERE WAS A RAT. IT CLIMBED OUT THE WINDOW, I’M GOOD NOW.”
“Oh. Yikes. It must have been huuuuge. Where’s Pike when you need him, right?” A low chuckle could be heard from the other side.
Pike was clearly trying to hold back laughter as Meklavar looked even more flustered. “YEAH. WHERE THE HECK IS HE WHEN YA NEED HIM??”
“… I wonder if he even likes rodents… or maybe he prefers seafood…”
“GOODNIGHT, BLOCK.”
“Right. Goodnight!”
Meklavar waited a moment, her eyes trained on the door as she listened for the sorcerer’s footsteps to fade away, then turned on the khaliit with a fury in her eyes as she whispered as aggressively as she could. “What! Are you doing!!” She stepped towards him while picking up her axe and shoved the blade in his face before he could finish stepping down into her room.
“What?” He raised his hands defensively. “It’s cold outside.”
“It’s cold outs-” She bit her lip, realizing he actually had a decent argument. She was hot and sweaty in her heavy armor so the temperature outside went by completely unnoticed. “Oh. It’s cold outside. How cold?”
“Cold enough to want to climb up three stories and sneak into an angry dwarf’s bedroom.” He said dully.
She scoffed. “Three stories is probably nothing for you.”
He flailed a hand angrily. “Will you please lower the axe?”
She sighed, lowering her axe and shoulders. She turned away from him, propping her weapon against the wall near the bed, and began to take off armor. She could feel the presence of the khaliit making his way into the room, closing the window, and taking a seat at the foot of the bed. He pulled his knees in towards his chest so it almost looked like he was perching. Even though she was facing away from him as she carefully set down pieces of armor on the ground, she could feel his stare on her the entire time. She was annoyed with him but she was also too tired to argue.
“You’ve changed a lot since I last saw you.”
Meklavar stilled, taking in a deep breath before she turned around to face him. She was only wearing her black under layers and even though it covered everything but her hands, feet, and face, she felt utterly exposed. “What do you mean?”
“I’m from Aurita. My family used to work in the kitchens.”
“Your family used to-” Her lips parted, her heart skipping a beat as she realized exactly what he meant. Her voice was so quiet that anyone other than a khaliit would probably have a hard time hearing her. “You were a servant at the castle…”
“Yep.” He offered her a wistful smile. “That was a long time ago though.”
“How did you escape? On the night of the invasion?”
Pike frowned, his ears swiveled back. “You know a lot of it is actually a blur. That was the night I got this.” He tapped a finger just below his left eye on the scar that passed through it. He let out a quiet, non-humorous laugh. “I couldn’t exactly see. But I know I used a lot of the secret passageways that are in the castle. And I remember that was the first time I killed anyone.” He wrapped his arms around his legs, hugging his knees to his chest. “What about you?”
“I don’t remember anything.”
“At all?”
“I remember waking up in an elf’s house. He found me unconscious on the side of the road. My head was bleeding, so we were pretty sure I had a severe concussion. Everything… everything before that only comes in flashes. Bits and pieces. The only reason I know my name and who I am is because that elf told me that’s who I was. And I was convinced because there are no other elves as short as me who look like the royal family.”
“You have total amnesia…” Pike didn’t say it as a question, but in a reverent kind of sorrow. He couldn’t imagine a life not remembering his loved ones… not remembering his own identity. “Well for what it’s worth, I know you’re the princess.”
“Ugh, don’t call me that.” She made a face of disgust.
“The dragonborn then?”
She nodded. “Much better.” She looked at the khaliit sitting on her bed and couldn’t help the sad smile that found place upon her lips. He wasn’t just someone who knew who she really was, he was someone from her past, a past she barely even knew. She wondered if she knew him at one point in her life, if they were even friends. She couldn’t bring herself to ask.
Sometimes it was less painful not to know.
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Hate You (E.D)
Authors note: I’m sorry for being so inactive but I’m going to be on all day today so if you requested anything it will most likely be up today or early tomorrow!!
Request: i’m running on three hours of sleep so my inspiration is running low but for some reason i really love imagines where like they both hate eachother for..whatever reason and so eventually they just kinda yk yk. it could be fluff or smut with either boy.
Warnings: Not really, maybe language or light smut
There were many reasons as to why I hated Ethan Dolan. In first grade, he poured Elmer’s glue down my back. My mom gave me a 2 hour shower when I got home. In 4th grade, he threw my notebook in the garbage during lunch. I was a goody tissues, and my notebook had all my homework in it. I cried to my teacher for 25 minutes. In 7th grade, he took a video of me sleeping and put it on vine for out entire school to see. I didn’t go to school for 3 days.
But the biggest reason that I hate the Ethan Grant Dolan: he left me in 10th grade.
I’m not talking about we were dating and he left me or whatever. I’m talking we were best friends. The Dolan twins and I. We were the 3 musketeers. I was featured on some of their vines. I was the one who pushed them to continue doing vine and chasing their dream, even when they were getting bullied in 9th grade.
When they continued to be homeschooled, it was a little weird to get used to not having them annoy me in school. But I still got to see them when I came home. And I was happy for them. They could continue doing what they loved to do.
I remember I came home from the last day of and I raced over to the Dolan house. With school ending, we could spend more time doing stupid crap together like we usually did. I didn’t bother knocking because I never knocked. I walked into the living room where they were usually sitting. They weren’t there. Cameron came down the stairs.
“Hey, where’s E and G?"I asked. Her face dropped and suddenly became super red.
"They didn’t tell you?"she asked.
"Tell me what?"I asked.
"They um, well they-”
“Cam"I almost demanded.
"They flew out to LA and have an apartment there. That’s where they’re living for know on"she said. Now my jaw dropped.
"Why didn’t they tell me?"I asked, my voice cracking. Cam responded by hugging me.
"I’ll kill them"she whispered in my ear.
I didn’t bother texting or calling them. Even when I wanted to. I wanted to so bad. But they were the ones who did me wrong.
I ended up becoming closer with Cam then ever. Even though she went to college, we still talked everyday. I ended up focusing on basketball. I always played with E and G, but now that they weren’t here, I put more focus on it.
So flash forward 2 years. I’m going to college in 2 months. The UCLA Bruins with a full scholarship ride. I couldn’t wait. Cam told me the best thing about college is the experiences. For now, I was just counting down the days until I took off.
Anyways, I went to the closest ice cream place I could find to get a gift card for my coach. He’s done so much for me that man and I know he loves ice cream, so I wanted to give him a little gift before I left for college. I went up to the cashier and asked for a $50 gift card. After handing the cash to her, she handed me the gift card. It was super cute, with sprinkles and hot fudge all over. As I was admiring the gift card, I accidentally bumped into someone, or a wall for that matter.
"I’m sorry!"we both said at the same time. I looked up, and I came face to face with Ethan. After not seeing him for 2 years, here he was, standing right it front of me. He looked different. Before it was sort of hard to tell apart him and Gray. Now they look nothing alike. He’s gotten bigger too. Way bigger. And tanner.
I didn’t know what to say. Do I even say anything? He was staring at me the same way I was staring at him. Jaw dropped, inspecting every element of each other.
"Yo E why are you-holy shit. Y/N?"he asked. He knew the answer to that, but clarification I guess.
"Uh, hi"I said, pretty awkwardly. I didn’t know what to do. Or say. I haven’t spoken to them in 2 years, do I act like everything is fine or still be mad? How about neither. Instead I do what no one should do but I always end up doing. Run away.
"Look I really gotta go-"I said almost running to the door.
"Wait Y/N!"Gray said but I didn’t let him finish.
"Sorry!"I said as I was out the door, speed walking to my car. I took a look back. Ethan had the same face on from when we first bumped into each other, while Grayson seemed sadder. I put my car in reverse and drove back to my house.
The way home was nothing but thinking. Why were the twins in NJ again? Did they come home to visit family? How long are they going to be staying home for? What if they’re permanently staying? Overthinking was really just the gist of the whole car ride. I walked inside to see my mom with her car keys in her hand.
"Hey mom. Where are you going?"I asked.
"Just some food shopping. I’ll be back soon"she replied.
"Mom it takes you 3 hours for food shopping"I said. She chuckled.
"Oh sweetie. Did you know the twins are back? You should go say hi!"she suggested. I gave her a look, and she read my mind.
"I know you didn’t leave off good but you guys are the 3 amigos. Maybe not right now, but just try to talk to them?"she asked. I groaned and plopped down on the couch. She left, locking the door on her way out.
I was scrolling through Instagram, Snapchat, twitter, everything. And I was stalking the twins. I’m almost 100% sure that when they left, I blocked them on every social media possible and deleted their contact so they couldn’t follow me. 14 minutes when by when I heard a knock on the door.
I got up, fixing my jeans a little bit before opening the door. I was again, face to face with Ethan. Why does this keep happening to me?
Again, I didn’t know what to do. But he looked like he had everything thought out. He pushed past me, entering my house without even saying a word. I closed the door, suddenly my blood starting boiling of anger.
"Can you leave my house?"I asked. Except I didn’t want him to option. I wanted him to leave my house.
"No. We’re going to settle this once and for all,"he said.
"Settle what? Did we go to war or something?"I remarked.
"Why you hate us so much!"he exclaimed.
"Oh let me think. Maybe it’s because all of the sudden, you left for LA without even telling your best friend! Or I thought I was your best friend at least. I had to find out from fucking Cameron. Who just leaves and doesn’t tell anyone?"I yelled.
"How could I try to tell you when you blocked me on everything?"he started to raise his voice too.
"Me? You’re blaming this on me now?"I asked, almost at shock. My voice was still high.
"I wasn’t the one who just totally cut off ties with someone!"he yelled.
"I wasn’t the one who got a plane to across the fucking country and didn’t even tell their best friend! Do you speak English? I wouldn’t have done what I did if you weren’t such a dick!"I yelled. We just looked at each other. My heart was beating out of my chest. My face was flushed from yelling. My face went into this RBF. Ethan’s hands were in his hair, tugging on it. His jaw was clenched and his face was flushed as well.
"Why didn’t you tell me?"I asked, my voice back at normal. He didn’t answer, instead he just turned around, his hands going to his hair for support again.
"Wow great. I can’t believe it,"I said.
He walked towards me, getting closer and closer. And didn’t stop until he grabbed my face in his hands and planted his lips right onto mine. I melted right into the kiss at first. Not going to lie. But then I realized, why am I kissing Ethan? I pulled back and pushed him back a bit, to which he stumbled a bit being taken off guard.
"No Ethan. You can’t just kiss me and think that’s going to solve everything. You didn’t answer my question"I demanded.
"Ok fine. You wanna know why I didn’t tell you?"he asked.
"Kinda"I scoffed.
"Because I was madly in love with you. I still am. How was I supposed to say that I’m leaving for who knows how long to someone I can’t stand not seeing for more than 2 seconds? I couldn’t bring myself to say bye because if I did I didn’t know what else might come out of my mouth. And I thought it was a phase. I thought I would get over you after a couple of months of not seeing you everyday. Hell, I even got a fucking girlfriend to try and distract myself from you. But I can’t. I can’t seem to get you out of my fucking head Y/N. Every girl I see I try to look for you. And I can’t. Because you are the only person that I want. Ok. There I said it"he ended his speech with a quick gasp, like he lost all the air he had inside when he spoke.
For the third time today, I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say.
"I know, I ruined our friendship and now you don’t want to talk to me"he said, walking towards me, except to go to the door. Except this time, I grabbed his collar and pulled him towards me, connecting our lips. He backed us into a wall, my the top of my back using the wall as support as his hands grabbed the small of my back to bring us closer.
We didn’t stop kissing. Things only got more heated from there. His tongue slipped in my mouth, as his hands traveled lower towards my ass giving it a good grab.
Eventually I needed to breathe, so I pulled away.
"Let me make it up to you,"he said, lifting me off the ground as my legs wrapped around his waist. He placed me on the couch, hovering over me.
You probably know what happened after that. It was a good night. But afterwards it was even better. Catching up on each other’s lives, we finally put the last behind us and moved forward. I was happy to say the least. I finally had my best friend, or even more then that, next to me and back in my life.
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Power Off: Chapter Five
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I finally came to by the early morning rays of light and bird chirping. It was only then that I noticed that I had woken up on the floor of my bedroom.
Did I fall off the bed again? I thought that habit stopped a year ago…
I stretched on the floor before I sat up and started orienting myself. It was then that I noticed Blue was lying on my bed. She was still passed out from yesterday’s injuries.
Oh right, I guess I blacked out on the floor after healing her. Well, I guess I can make some breakfast.
I set aside some spare bathroom essentials for Blue before I made my way downstairs and started on making omelettes and fried rice.
I was just beginning to store the extra food I made for the rest of this week when Blue finally made her way down the stairs looking refreshed and more put together.
“Morning.”
“Morning Sparky. Did you make all this?”
“Yup, your plate is in the oven. I thought you’d be asleep a little longer, so I thought I would keep it warm in the oven as I stored this before I brought it up. You feeling better?”
“Yup, thanks for healing me. Oh, would it be alright if the hero crew came by to talk about Power Off? My dad suggested it when he called a little bit ago to check up on me.”
“Yeah sure, this is my address. Offer them some of this if they want some breakfast. I’ll go freshen up first.” I say as I handed her my address and went to freshen up and change into a new suit.
By the time I finished, Blue’s family was already present and was sitting at the table eating their breakfast.
“Hey Sparky, here’s my family, the rest of the crew should be here any moment now.” Blue said.
“Morning there! You should know Power and I by now and I assume you now know my son Lightning because of yesterday’s events. The guy next to him is his older twin, Thunder. And of course you know Blue. Oh, thanks for breakfast. It tastes amazing!” Streak said enthusiastically.
“Thank you, glad you enjoy it.” I say as a pattern of knocks interrupt our conversation.
I open the door and greeted the heroes at the door as they made their way in, introducing themselves on the way.
Power stood up after the heroes filed in and properly introduced the heroes to me while they piled their plates with food.
“That guy over in the corner with the rippled aquamarine suit is Tidal Wave with his wife, Blaze, in the ombre red-orange suit. The lady next to them in the metallic slate gray would be Steel and the guy in the purple next to her is the guy who found you in the alleyway, Sludge. Like Blue said, we have a few members that couldn’t make it, but that’s about it as for the superhero population of this town.”
“Well, hello there everyone. Honored to meet you all. So, what exactly happened after Blue and I left and what are we planning to do about Power Off?” “Shortly after we arrived and you guys left the scene of the crime, we found the machine you had dropped while trying to leave with Blue, but throughout the chaos, it was smashed.” Power said as he pulled out the remains of my my machine. “We did have some luck in the first five minutes into the base as your machine pinged despite being smashed, but it completely died and we were met with the same fate with new locations of bombs. We pulled out before we lost any more members while James Atkins and his parents are nowhere to be found. We still don’t know why Power Off is so interested in the Atkins family, besides Steven being the mayor of this city, but this obviously hasn’t been the first occurrence. We knew that they had something planned out like this for about a week, but we didn’t know the extent of their situation. Now we know that their base is now fully loaded with a new assortment of bombs that Blue and Thunder unfortunately had a taste of. How effective is that machine you got there?” Power briefly explained.
“I don’t know how accurate it is, but it’s a trap detector.” I said as I held up the small machine. “It hasn’t really had much field experience, but besides it being a little slow, it seems to detect all traps ranging from manual to automatic traps. Then again, I know where all my traps are, so it may just be a biased accuracy.”
“You have traps here? I guess that makes sense. Don’t want anyone to be snooping around here.”
“Hah, yeah. I have a multitude of traps, but they also haven’t had much real life experience though, I think I may have scared a squirrel with a waterfall of worms the other day.”
“A waterfall of worms? Nice, must have scared that squirrel senseless.” Lightning said as he burst out in laughter.
“Where are your parents? I’m surprised they haven’t walked into this powwow of superheroes.” Sludge joked.
“Well, they’re kinda dead anyways.” I suggested solemnly.
“Oh sorry kid, I didn’t kno-”
“It’s fine. It’s been a couple of years anyways.” I said as silence fell among us.
“Well, I think that just about wraps everything up for this meeting. Thanks for breakfast and letting us use your home.” Power said as everybody flowed out with goodbyes.
Once everybody left, I set out to get my trapfinder in working order. While its exterior was damaged beyond repair, the wiring and boards inside were only slightly damaged. It wasn’t until about 8pm that night that I finally set out to starting my homework. Luckily, all I had was a lab report to finish.
The next day at school didn’t start out that exciting. I put in a prototype of electronic contacts that basically functioned like Jarvis for Iron Man and set off to school. When I got there, I was shocked to see James at school as if he was not kidnapped the day before. There did not seem to be anything out of the ordinary in terms of his physical appearance and he tried to play off yesterday’s events as one big prequel senior prank. The school body ate that up real quick, but honestly, the villains were pretty good at hiding it because they had fixed the cafeteria back to near perfect condition, allowing the lie that James told to play out. Yet, dirt that resulted from the explosion still dusted the floors of the cafeteria.
Why did he lie about it? Is he part of the Power Off or is he being watched by someone currently in this room?
I opened up the trapfinder option with my glasses and took a glance around the room as dots appeared in my field of vision. As the typical security camera dots appeared in my line of vision, I counted out about ten moving triangles spread throughout the cafeteria and the rest of the school. The triangles typically indicated some type of listening device or some type of intelligence gathering device being used. Cell phones did not show up as triangles unless they were being used for intelligence/recording. I still had to figure out a program to separate regular school/everyday filming to top secret CIA level filming. I watched each triangle, sorting through all the kids, trying to find which ones were presently in the same room with me and for any noticeable similarities between each triangle and their corresponding human. In the cafeteria alone, there were three kids, all with matching black Jansport backpacks with one pocket for a water bottle. While this set of glasses didn’t have the x-ray vision update, I was able to pull up information about the three kids as I looked at them. One of them was kid by the name of Charlie Lorenz. He was a freshman with a typical freshman schedule of english, math, history, and science. He was involved with the choir and was taking an entry level computer science class, which was strange because he’s also won many local, national, and global competitions in the field of computer science and engineering. A very high key kid in a relatively low-key setting. Another kid, a sophomore, went by the name of Maria Zahir. Looking at her schedule, one could easily tell she was an art kid. Her classes were filled with classes ranging from drawing, ceramics to photography. She had entered a few contests and placed relatively high except for those first two years she got into art. I’m not sure how her skills could help Power Off in attaining whatever goal they’re working for though. The last of the three was a senior. Aaron Mathia was basically the top golden boy of the school. He played three different seasonal sports, volunteered at a nearby hospital, somehow still had a perfect gpa, and was committed to going to Harvard after he graduated this coming spring.
How did these three students connect? Why these students? After a further look into the kids’ family background, I found that at least one of their parents were working in a STEM related job under a company by the name of Psionics Optimization. Their logo consisted of the letters P and O in electric, holographic blue. It was ringed with a silver laurel wreath with a golden lightning strike through the middle from the top right down to the bottom left.
P and O. Power… Off…?
I must have been too obsessed with Power Off because of recent events, but I don’t believe that this was a coincidence. I wandered towards the other dots that were farther away in the school and noticed very similar familial occupations once their faces came into view. What was interesting though was that there were two triangles over two of our teachers supervising this lunch period. They were a married couple, Mr. and Mrs. Olinat, and they were pretty well known as being super nice and the chemistry powerhouse of this school. Nothing about them showed any connections with Power Off or Psionics Optimization besides the STEM related field of occupation and the triangle that marked them.
“Arian, send this information and my observations to Power. I’m going to try and talk with Mr. Olinat to see if I can figure out what they are up to.”
As I made my way to Mr. Olinat’s office, I pondered if I should actually confront him. How was I going to ask him about his hidden listening device if I hadn’t been near him all day? Am I just gonna be like, ‘Oh hey Mr. Olinat! I know I haven’t seen you all day but I’ve noticed you had a listening device of some sort so I just wanted to know what’s up. Also, did you know at least three other kids had similar devices as well?’
Yeah, I don’t think that would have gone well. For all I know, they are a part of the same organization, but maybe some higher level operatives in charge of the other students listening to whatever is happening. Maybe I should try and m-
“Chase? I have spoken with Power and he said Mr. and Mrs. Olinat have always had COMs on them, but after yesterday’s events, they were instructed to have them turned on. They are helping him listen in on the students to see what they are doing. He thanks you for alerting him of such developments.”
“That’s good to hear. Is there a way for you to tune into the kids’ COMs so we could listen in? I’m curious about what is happening. Confronting the Olinats would kinda blow my secret identity, despite them being on the good side.”
“Of course Chase. Just give me a moment to determine the frequency and transfer it to your COM.”
Quiet static filled my right ear as I waited for Arian to find the frequency.
“... James… Lose control… Soon… So make sure you guys keep watch on him because he will black out. He won’t be able to fight against us anymore once the injection spreads throughout his whole body in 20 more minutes. His father will have no choice but to listen to us.”
Alarmed by this sudden piece of information, I tried to find James amongst the mass of students in the cafeteria as I noticed more triangle students with similar Jansport backpacks start to file into the room. At that moment, I saw James enter the boys bathroom and I decided to follow suit, taking out a prototype of a safer and quicker dose of chloroform, Arian and I have dubbed it Chloroform-To-Go, to knock James out so that I could examine him. He was out in just five seconds and I changed into my supersuit in case anybody walked in on me with the unconscious son of the mayor.
With my healing abilities and technokinesis, I was able to pick up little microbots in James’ bloodstream and just about anywhere else you can imagine. Then, carefully, I started absorbing the energy from every few microbots and breaking them apart so that I didn’t accidentally absorb energy from James and his body system rendering them useless hopefully. In addition, I also used healing to melt the microbots to a safe body substance and cleared any possible toxins that were found in the body once the microbots were destroyed. But, because of the energy and concentration it took to use my technokinesis to locate the microbots, concentrate energy absorption with energy manipulation, and then clean up with a combo of healing and technokinesis, I only got through about a third of the microbots before a suddenly animate unconscious James clumsily clapped two fists at my temple.
An excruciating pain erupted through my head as my vision doubled and fatigue suddenly sank in. While trying to reach for my emergency ambrosia, Arian informed me that she had already alerted the superhero crew and that they were on the way.
I noticed that James, while still unconscious, started staggering towards the bathroom entrance. I bear hugged him further back into the bathroom and strapped him up with the metal of the bathroom doors and returned to trying to cleanse James of the microbots.
With the microbots now activated, the cleansing process was much tougher as they seemed to have developed an outer layer protection. The energy and concentration increased tenfold, making the process a lot slower. It didn’t help that unconscious James kept flailing every so often.
The process randomly started to speed up when I suddenly noticed a presence nearby.
“Don’t worry Sparky, It’s just me, Sludge. Good thing I found you, looks like you could use a hand. I’ll help with the melting process. Focus on marking and cleansing James.”
A good chunk of time passed until the microbots were finally vanquished from James’ body. My vision was blurry and spotted for an entirely different reason as my hands automatically reached for more backup ambrosia, offering some of it to Sludge as well. While previous uses of ambrosia usually led to an immediate splash of refreshment, it left my body craving for more. As if you only had half a sip of ice, cold water after a long workout. I reached for another ambrosia piece with similar sensations. I decided against another piece as I turned my attention back to James. He was still unconscious, but he had stopped trying to escape his metal prison. Bruises that had formed on his once fair skin during the struggle have disappeared because of the healing. All left that was wrong was that he was still unconscious.
“Well, that was one heck of a healing process. Do you think you can still fight? I think the enemy brought out reinforcements, but our crew is handling it well so far.”
“Yeah sure, who else will stop them from slacking?”
“You right. Can’t let them slack off. While I would rather have him moved to a safer location, that metal cage should be able to hold him down pretty well.” Sludge said with a playful wink.
Sludge and I cautiously made our way out the bathroom and headed towards most of where the commotion was coming from. What came into view was many mini battles of heroes versus 2-5 villains. While it was true that the heroes were holding off so far, growing fatigue was evident on all the faces of the heroes. With an activation of the energy shield, I rushed to an outlet and stuck my finger in to absorb the energy, knowing concentrated absorbing would require more stamina from my already depleting tank. In less than 5 seconds, I was charged up and warned my teammates to move as a field of blue electricity danced across the cafeteria. Yet again, I greeted darkness as I saw our side left standing over the fallen enemies.
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