Gregorys older sibling/Michaels v platonic friend

I. LOVE. THIS. Miles is my favourite protagonist [for obvious reasons!!] so this'll be fun :D

I'll be combining both in a way. I loved them too much lol

And I love specifics! Don't apologize!! Specifics are extremely helpful. I love you for this 🥰🙌

I added a little extra bit at the end, if that's okay? Just to add some more angst and floof. <3

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"You sure you wanna do this, Miles?"

Other than the jeep's engine running, it was totally silent within the car. A rumble of thunder sounded in the distance, and the sun was setting in the mountains, making the sky a vibrant orange before the clouds swallowed it whole.

Miles was silent at first, pursing his lips and furrowing his brows. You knew this look quite well; it was his look of thought, when his mind was louder than anything in the outside.

With a huff out of his nose, he picks up the camera that sat on the dashboard, checking its contents before looking to you with a serious gaze.

"I have to. No one else will expose this place...their families need closure. And the truth."

You sigh, swallowing a ball of nervousness. "Only you would run into a haunted asylum and try to expose the people within it."

Miles only smirks at your reply, turning the Jeep off. "If not me, who else? You?" "Oh, fuck no. I'd be driving home and eating in front of a Netflix show. Let the feds handle this shit."

Miles merely shook his head, chuckling. "Ohh, you poor thing. If only you knew." And with that, he opened the Jeep door, stepping out onto the gravel. You do the same, albeit confused. "What do you mean?" Miles shook his head once more, "Nevermind. Not important. So...how should we enter?"

You put a finger on your chin, "hmm"ing, before making a noise of acknowledgment. "We don't. We leave."

"Not an option, kid."

"Fine! Whatever." Miles scanned the gate with a raised brow, only to see a ripped opening in the side. He waved you over, crouching under it and over the gate. When he's done, he looks to you. "Don't get cut." "You just take the fun out of everything, don't you?" "Yup."

Thankfully, you did not cut yourself, however, you did come face to face with a menacing building, its lights on, and its vibe... unwelcoming.

A man stood in front of the windows, just staring at you. Screams of horror could be heard, and you cringed. "It's not too late to back out, Miles...it's okay." You mumbled, "I know you want to help these people. That guy's email was extremely concerning. But you don't have to do any of this. You can just...let martial law do its thing." Miles shook his head, and a sad, yet hardened look came on his face. "Look," he pointed to heavy, military vehicles, and it was obvious that this place got so bad the military had to bring its sturdiest of machines. "Martial law did its thing and perished. Kid," He turned away from the asylum to face you, putting his hands on your shoulders, a serious look in his eye. "I understand that this all seems...stupid. But I have to do this. If not for me, for them. Far too many people here suffered at the hands of greedy government fucks." He took in a breath, but he smiled. It was small and was meant to comfort you to some degree. "You can go back. Take the Jeep, if you want to. But I need to do this." "Miles...you're not saying you'll run back to the office? I've seen your cardio..." "Hah. Very funny. Anyway, the offer still stands." "Hell no. We ride together, we die together." You could feel the appreciation exuding from him. He was more than capable of doing all of this alone, but he liked your company. "Thanks, kid. Now...how the hell do we get in...?"

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"That is the last time I enter a fucking window, Miles."

You heaved and huffed, wiping off some shattered glass from your shirt. The front doors were locked. Obviously. So Miles suggested a window. A window, of all things.

"What can I say? I always notice windows of opportunity."

"You bastard." Miles laughed, albeit it was quiet. He motioned you to stay quiet as he pointed to a wooden door. "We don't know what's behind that door, we need to stay quiet." "Message received." "Good."

With utmost care, he slowly opened the door to...nothing. It was creepily silent, as opposed to the sounds of horror made moments prior. You stayed close to him, crouched, and breathing slowly through your nose. It had smelled...sour. Though that's to be expected when people have died here.

This is going to take a while.

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"Why did you have to let a bald fuck take you, Miles?" This was the worst day ever. Mondays are typically awful, but not this awful. While Miles was trying to turn the power on, he was taken by some priest while you were distracting a variant. How did you know this? You saw it on the cameras, of course! A short, bald priest was dragging Miles' unconscious body through the hallways, with naked, machete-wielding variants following behind.

Fuck.

Your knuckles were bruised, and your legs were tired. You knew coming here was a bad idea. You regret not taking the Jeep. Because then, you could have called people to grab Miles, and put an end to the hell that was Mount Massive Asylum.

The number of variants you've had to punch, and stab, and maim...it was tiring. The combination of running and fighting took you out. Miles was nowhere to be found. And this concerned you. Was he dead? No. He couldn't be. He's survived many things. Food poisoning, listening to opera...he's unstoppable.

But now you're doubting him. For every minute that goes by when you don't hear Miles yelling out for you, you doubt that he survived. Who knew what those naked assholes did to him? Or the priest, for that matter?

You wanted to cry. Really, you did. But there was no point in it. You cry and you lose the ability to see variants rushing toward you.

You had your knife on you, but it was seriously outmatched by the machetes some variants had, so you had to run. Where are they getting them from??

But you meet once more, in the underground facility. Where all the experiments must have taken place. In a blue room was where you embraced.

"Oh god, Miles...what happened...?" He huffed out a laugh, but he, too, sounded exhausted. He had black rings around his eyes, and his fingers...oh god. His fingers.

"I encountered some...asshole. He's juice, now." He smirked, but you were confused. "Juice...? Is that a metaphor?" "Kinda, yeah. Anyway...you okay?" "No. Not at all. Being okay in this place is impossible." "Understandable." He hugged you once more. It was tighter this time if that was even possible. He smelled like fading cologne and blood.

"We're going to die here, kid." "...What?"

It was so sudden. But said so...intensely. He was serious. You could tell by the tone of voice. The face. The look of knowing. Of horror.

He took you out of his embrace, but he kept his hands on your shoulders. He swallowed before he spoke, "The fuck who started all those experiments? He's still...alive, somehow. An old fucking crypt keeper. And he told me to kill the Walrider." "So do it! Whatever that is!" "We know too much. It's a trap. He won't let us out knowing we've seen the depths of that asshole's treatment." He gulps, the grip on your shoulders getting tighter. "We...we'll die here."

That's not fun to hear.

"...I think I'm okay with that."

"No. Don't say that." Miles shook his head; he was horrified to hear your words. "Death is not something to take lightly. He doesn't know about you...you can make a run for it while I distract them."

He may die, but you may live. And that wasn't an outcome you wanted. But Miles was Miles, and he was stubborn.

He insisted on coming here.

He insisted on buying you lunch every day.

He insisted on braving the haunted halls of this hell hole.

He insisted on doing workouts with you, no matter how whiny he became.

And now he's insisting that he dies. Just so you can leave. And live to tell the tale.

"Do what you have to." You whispered, hugging him once more. The embrace lasted for longer than it should have.

But the warmth of life cannot compare to the coldness of death.

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He was dead.

Miles Upshur was deceased. By the sound of it...he perished by gunfire.

You walked out of the asylum, tears rushing down your face, his camera in your hands, and blood coating your being.

This was all a mistake. But Miles just had to do the unthinkable. To bring justice, to bring closure...

He was amazing that way. And this footage will make it home, where you will submit it to the nearest news station. And you will watch as Murkoff burns to the ground as you snack on chips and mourn Miles. You were sure of it.

The bastard loved corn chips. You will eat them in his honour. He was the big brother you never had. And now he's gone.

The Jeep shined under the light of the rising sun; the keys still sat in the ignition. It's like he prepared for you to leave within an instant.

Before opening the Jeep door, you heard a noise. It sounded...odd. Like nothing you've heard before.

Looking back at the entrance, you were shocked to see a man in black. Ghastly by design, and its eyes were on you.

Was that...Miles?!

You stared, horrified. But the figure only stared, then nodded at you.

With a smile, you entered the Jeep, keeping an eye on them.

Even in death. Or undeath, you should say, he will always keep an eye on you.

Miles Upshur was dead.

Keyword: was. Not anymore.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

And with that, the Jeep squeals as you drive out of there, searching for the nearest highway. It comforted you to hear an explosion in the back. He likely blew the place up...as he should.

It was time.

You would avenge Miles, and everyone in the asylum.

But first...a shower is very much needed.

𝒪. Dazai -`♡´-

requested by a lovely anon

♡

synopsis: you and dazai are the best of friends, meaning you know him well enough that he is stubborn about eating. he wants to, but he can't cook to literally save his life, is selective about who he lets cook for him, and tries not to spend too much of his money on takeout. you worry, also knowing he doesn't take that great of care of himself, so you have been wondering of ways to ensure his wellbeing stays intact.

introduction: starving yourself to death is a painful way of suicide, just so you know. sounds like it contradicts your preferred ways to go.

contents: ~2.2k words; sfw, fluff; gn!reader; bff!dazai; dazai-typical avoidant eating; written to be 100% platonic but can be perceived as underlying romantic if you'd like; no other warnings. based on the above linked personal headcanons.

this probably could have been a mini fic, but this theme is so cute.

⌯⌲ i totally, 100% agree. i even looked up before if maine coons can have brown fur, and they can! which helps for one of my ideas i have for a fic.

𝒪. Dazai -`♡´-

forward: in an alternate universe, dazai is somehow a stray cat in need of a home.

♡ maine coon!catzai is a big kitty, with a long fluffy tail, bright yellow eyes, and chocolate brown fur that attracts the eye of anyone that happens to see him wandering the alleyways.

𑄝 is pretty thin, but the thick fur hides his ribcage for the most part 𑄝 large paws - they can be pretty intimidating when he's swiping at people 𑄝 jagged claws from living out on the streets 𑄝 hefty fangs that he isn't afraid to show off

♡ maine coon!catzai is a loner, keeps to himself, roams around the city in search of food and water, but people try to lure him so they can take him home. that just makes him scurry away instead as fast as he can.

𑄝 is a sucker for canned crab - doesn't much like canned cat food 𑄝 closely watches whatever human tries getting near him while he eats 𑄝 stays away from the other strays - if there are other kitties eating, he will just leave 𑄝 sometimes will sit far away enough, just out of reach from whoever is wanting to knab him

♡ maine coon!catzai is feisty.

𑄝 hisses often 𑄝 swipes anyone or anything near him with his claws out 𑄝 wears a disinterested glare like a human 𑄝 sits politely wherever he is with his tail swaying elegantly - very much looking unbothered 𑄝 if called, he will stare at the human before turning away - as if he didn't hear them 𑄝 has many human-like characteristics and behaviors

♡ maine coon!catzai is difficult to catch. he's nimble and resorts to playful tricks to get out of human hands - not even the canned crab is enough to lure him into being a house cat.

𑄝 slow blinks with airplane ears at anyone that goes "pspspsps" 𑄝 bleps his tongue out before running away 𑄝 runs and jumps around when being chased 𑄝 knocks stuff around 𑄝 bites and claws with the intent to harm 𑄝 shows off his kitty butt with tail waving before taking off

♡ maine coon!catzai is caught in the rain with a hurt paw because he slipped while running away and is limping around. others have tried helping him, but of course, he hisses and swipes at them if they attempt getting closer.

♡ maine coon!catzai is curled up under a box that is getting soaked with wet fur and incredibly hungry, so hungry he thinks his nose is making things up when he smells a can of crab near him.

𑄝 he peeks his head out to see no one is around - but the crab is definitely there 𑄝 he's cautious but he carefully crawls out to eat - his eyes are frantically watching every which way 𑄝 no humans have bothered him, and he got to finish an entire can for once

♡ maine coon!catzai is being met with a lot more canned crab every day, rain or shine; but his paw is still hurt, making it harder for him to roam around like normal, so he has resorted needing to stay near his damaged box in the alleyway near the convenience store.

𑄝 the human bestowing the gifts unto him has slipped up to reveal themselves - but he's in so much pain and tired he doesn't really acknowledge them 𑄝 you peek into his box, noticing he is laying on his side with his paw bent wrong 𑄝 "poor kitty, are you hurt?" - your finger carefully pokes under his paw, on the pink flesh, and he just meows 𑄝 you scoot the can closer to him, which he's grateful for, but he's breathing heavy

♡ maine coon!catzai is being carried away from his box, huddled into your raincoat, and his tail wags a bit while dangling from your arms. he just stares at you with his constricted pupils and airplane ears.

𑄝 you take him to a vet to get repaired 𑄝 the vet tells you that the big kitty is in there pretty often - primarily because people feel bad he's hurt but don't take him in due to his attitude 𑄝 she reveals that she named him dazai since she saw him so much 𑄝 "like the author?" 𑄝 you take dazai home after she gives him a kitty cast

♡ maine coon!catzai is disoriented from the change in scenery, tail up and poofed out, head twisting and turning as he takes in your home, but he can't run far with his leg securely wrapped up.

𑄝 he meows frequently - hisses get mixed in there from time to time 𑄝 you have to try to calm him, but he hides under the couch, bed, or in the bathroom - you don't know how he got all the way there with his incapacitated leg 𑄝 you try luring him to the cat bed you purchased - it's dressed with a mountain of blankets and a crab cat toy 𑄝 he's skeptical, peering at the bed from under the couch, his tail swinging back and forth on the other side - it does look enticing 𑄝 he smells crab again, but you're nowhere to be seen 𑄝 you decided it's better to leave him alone but keep him fed

♡ maine coon!catzai is exploring your place while you're gone during the day, getting into things he shouldn't, getting used to the new surroundings and the hurt leg. he hobbles around, sniffing whatever he comes into contact with.

𑄝 he finds himself investigating your dirty laundry basket the most - he's recognized your scent and likes how the fabric feels 𑄝 he ogles with giant pupils at your trinkets that sit on the shelves, begging to be knocked over 𑄝 he plays in his dish, getting water everywhere 𑄝 he runs and jumps at the window or patio door whenever he sees a bird or other little creature - he hisses behind the glass and wonders how he can get out there 𑄝 he gets zoomies and stumbles around from point A to point B 𑄝 he naps in the bed you got him until you come home - then rushes back under the couch

♡ maine coon!catzai is avoidant.

𑄝 he won't let you touch him 𑄝 he'll find a way to climb up on the couch but sits on the opposite end from you 𑄝 if he roams freely while you're home, he will just turn back around to one of his hiding places if you even look in his direction 𑄝 he watches the door, as if trying to decide if he wants to bolt out of it when you go in or out 𑄝 he found a way to get on your bed at night - he sleeps at the foot of it

♡ maine coon!catzai is finally free from his cast and pounces around more, running back and forth places, trying to reach for trinkets he previously became infatuated with - but a human is stopping him from doing so.

𑄝 he just stares at you when you scold him for his bad kitty behaviors 𑄝 his pointy ears will stick straight up with enlarge pupils looking up at you - the one who gives him the crab 𑄝 he swipes at your ankles when you walk by 𑄝 he wants to play with you - like the way he did with those other silly humans that would try to capture him 𑄝 he sits at your feet when you're on the couch - staring at you 𑄝 he meows until you look at him in return - don't touch him though

♡ maine coon!catzai is warming up to you, sitting closer on the couch, letting you run your fingers through his fluffy tail, climbs on the bed with you when you're still laying there, and stopped hissing whenever you walk by him while he's eating.

𑄝 he is still skeptical over you - but you let him essentially run the house

♡ maine coon!catzai is suddenly needy, wanting love and attention, wanting to be cuddled and held, out of nowhere. his paw gingerly taps your arm, his big body taking it upon itself to slow crawl into your lap, and he looks up at you as if testing the waters.

𑄝 you carefully pick him up and hold him like a baby - his tail wags, then he purrs 𑄝 "look how sweet you can be." 𑄝 you kiss the top of his head, and those pupils engulf his irises - he nudges his head close to you again for another kiss

♡ maine coon!catzai is on a routine now with you where after you finish settling in for the evening, after having his crab dinner, he crawls his way into your lap so you can hold and coddle him like a baby - give him lots of kisses and even tummy scratches.

𑄝 he will cry if you aren't there or if you're late for his cuddle time

♡ maine coon!catzai is taking it upon himself to sleep on your chest during the nighttime. you don't mind - it's like a weighted blanket.

♡ maine coon!catzai is not a fan if you have any friends or potential partners over.

𑄝 he hisses at anyone that walks into the house - the hair on his back sticks up and his tail poofs out 𑄝 this scares people due to his size 𑄝 he doesn't like men - he bites and swipes at their feet 𑄝 he will crawl up on the couch and wrap his body around your shoulders to hiss at whoever is sitting near you - showing that he will protect you 𑄝 if you tap his nose for hissing, he just licks your finger then goes back to hissing at guests 𑄝 he really does not like men - he has scared off two now

♡ maine coon!catzai is extremely territorially of you now.

𑄝 he keeps one of your dirty shirts in his cat bed to snuggle and sniff when you're gone 𑄝 waits by the door around the time he thinks you'll be home 𑄝 you got him a kitty stroller and backpack so he can go with you places 𑄝 he will hug your arm and nibble on it 𑄝 he doesn't run away 𑄝 lets you put a kitty leash on him - he's strong so he yanks you forward when he is exploring

♡ maine coon!catzai is finally wearing a collar with his name etched into it.

♡ maine coon!catzai is a domesticated house cat and couldn't be happier.

♡ he still swipes at your ankles then runs away when you go to yell at him. ♡

this kind of helped me get some ideas for my "pretty kitty" au story.

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since I couldn’t enter my concept for Frank again this year, I decided to make one for my killer main instead <3 I am very pleased with this :D