#80s songs was surprisingly hard? i feel like theres quite a few songs i like but im not obsessed with any of em really

[peskyfirefly]

mishmish hiiii~

1, 2, 13, 18, and 21 for the music ask !! 🥰

hi queen!!<3 love that u always get involved w/the music asks. thank for that, its so fun 🥰

1. a song you like with a color in the title - black by pearl jam

2. a song you like with a number in the title - 10,000 days (wings pt. 2) by tool

13. one of your favorite 80’s songs - under pressure by queen and david bowie

18. a song from the year that you were born - spiders by system of a down

21. a favorite song with a person’s name in the title - eleanor rigby by the beatles

[doodleimprovement]

Wellness: A Villian!AU Coco Fic Part 6: The Party Lights

Psychologist Malcom Kevgil is called upon by the Riveras to help with Miguels post-mortem development. He quickly learns however that this is moreso a trauma rehabilitation, and an untangling of lies and 90 year old mysteries.

He’s a smart man, but will compassion and an analytical mind win out against Family ties?

.... I have not updated this since July i am SO SORRY AKSJFSDLKJF But i hope you like the chapter! Theres only like, 3 or 4 more parts i think so this is actually like, the home stretch, almost

This particular version of the AU has been written and developed by @im-fairly-whitty [Click here to read!]

Rating: Gen (subject to change depending) \ Warnings: mentions of alcohol and intoxication \ Word Count: 1265 // Masterpost Link

Sometimes, all you need to do to reorient yourself is to get some pent up emotion out

And Malcom’s favorite way to do that was to party

Now, to clarify, partying for Malcom does not mean “getting drunk until you’re seeing double”.

For Malcom, partying was dancing, drinking maybe one or two drinks, and socializing. Maybe even a little flirting if he was in the mood. One of his friends had called him a “wholesome” partier, and he couldn’t really argue with that.

Malcom’s go-to club was called “La Viva”. It was bright, colorful, and well kept by a man who had run an 80s night club in life. Perfect for Malcom, a man who would never really leave his beloved 80s behind. The outside was surprisingly benign- colored pink with a few rainbow banners and a green neon Sign reading LA VIVA in script, followed by a white lighted up lilly. Inside however, was where the party lived. 

The dance floor in La Viva was the main attraction. Shining and sparkling, it reflected light from the various colored stagelamps that blinked and shuttered, alighting the room without ever having to turn on any of the (Emergency) overhead lamps. It was also absolutely massive, taking up more room than it probably should have. The bar was squeezed into a corner, with barely over a dozen seats and there were benches and tables strewn along the edges. But if you came to La Viva, you came to dance.

Which made local disaster Rodrigo Rivera a complete anomaly in this bright and flashy entertainment center.

But hey, he’d been invited.

And, while trying to get his boney butt to the bar, he was bumped into so hard they both ended up clattering to the floor

“Oh, sorry about- ay! Hey there!”

Rui got up and looked at who he’d bumped into - suddenly grinning

“Ayyyyy Malcom! Great to see you!” He managed to get up at the same time as his acquaintance.

“How are you, partying as always?” Malcom asked - no sense of judgement in his voice that Rui usually heard when asked that question. It was a note about the man he appreciated.

“As always” he answered with an almost sheepish grin. “Yourself?”

“Eh, needed to destress” The doctor shrugged.

“You, destress? I’ve never known you to be stressed, Doctor” Rui chuckled.

“We all have our stresses, Amigo” Malcom grinned “Care to dance?”

“As tempting an offer that is, I’ve got a date with a bottle of tequila”

“Not the entire thing, I hope”

“Eh, we’ll see how I feel”

Malcom didn’t seem that impressed, but shrugged “See you around then!”

Rui waved him off and went over to the bar, bemusedly being served a daiquiri as he watched the glowing dance floor. 

But then, from the corner of his eye, he spotted a very, very familiar silhouette.

He froze in his stool, watching with shock as the tall, imposing figure started to gaze about the room.

Rui put his drink down, brow furrowed. Who the hell was Tomas here for?

He tried not to catch the burly skeleton’s eye, and watched as “Tomas” stared intently at the dance floor… more specifically at a particular, blonde haired dancer.

“.... Oh, compadre, what did you get yourself into…?” Rui muttered, taking his eyes away, a vague guilt to his aura.

Malcom didn’t get a lot of time on the dance floor, regretfully. Though Tomas had the decency to wait until the song was over to go out on the dance floor.

“Doctor Kevgil, your presence is required”

Malcom looked up at the man now towering over him, very quickly realizing that this wasn’t a good thing.

“... Que?” his brow furrowed “Where?”

“Private room. It will only take a few minutes”

He stared skeptically for a few moments

“Is this a “please come” or a “Come before I force you”

Tomas shrugged. Quite the answer.

Malcom sighed, and nodded to the taller man, following him off of the dance floor and over to one of the private party rooms - usually rented out for…. rather saucy events. Tomas opened the door for him, and he walked in the mostly dark room - save for some neon glaring from the ceiling, bathing the room in an almost chilled blue.

Sitting on one of the plush couched.. Was Imelda Rivera.

Malcoms brow furrowed slightly “Senora Rivera?”

“Senor Kevgil” She motioned “Please, sit”

He weighed his options… and sat. “How are you this evening?”

“.. I am very well, Senora” he answered “And yourself? This sort of place doesn’t seem your style?”

“Oh, it certainly isn’t, though this particular club has more… prestige than most” She pointed out, taking a glass and sipping “Drink?”

“Oh, no thank you. I rarely drink when I go out dancing” He shook his head

“Hm” she sniffed slightly, putting her drink down “We understand that Miguel called you about a week ago”

Malcom didn’t visibly react to the declaration “That he did. Very early in the morning at that”

“.. And what was it about?”

“I’m afraid I cannot divulge that information unless it is life or death, Senora” the doctor proclaimed “Doctor - patient confidentiality, and all that”

Her expression didn’t change “Hm, well then I will assume the worst and prepare things accordingly”

“The worst?” Malcom narrowed his stare.

“Well, you see, Doctor” She started, staring at her drink in vague disinterest “Our family has much to keep to ourselves. We’re very private, you see. And anything that Miguel told you, cannot be divulged to the public.”

“I had no intention of bringing anything he told me public”

“Let me finish” She snapped at him, something approximating a sneer on her face. Malcom almost wanted to comment about the quote of how “ugly hate makes the face”, but kept it to himself. That sort of joke would not be appreciated.

“Now, I understand that you carry yourself and your practice completely seriously, and with much pride” She sipped her drink “So i will state this plainly for your benefit.”

Malcom squared his shoulders

“Should you attempt anything, we will sue you for malpractice”

She stared him straight in the eyes “... Excuse me?”

“... I said, we are suing you for malpractice. It’s very easy to get a competent lawyer who can come up with a case. All we have to do is imply that your promise of progress was not met. That he has .. how do you say, “regressed”?”

Malcom wished he had a lip to bite. It took everything within him to not react. To keep his head level.

“... Are you threatening me, Senora Rivera?”

“I would never. It is just a warning.” She pushed her liquor away “You have no family, no lover, nothing but your practice. Would be a shame if you lost everything, no?”

“That is quite the warning, Senora” He lifted his head slightly.

“We Riveras never do anything halfway, Doctor”

He took in a breath, and stood “I understand your… concern, Senora” he started “But allow me to give a warning of my own”

He found her glare almost daring.

“If you truly want for Miguel’s happiness, you will have to end up doing things you don’t want to do. Acknowledge things you would rather sweep under the rug” Malcom leveled “One day, it will all some to a head-” he turned “and you will refuse to admit that you saw it coming. Have a good evening, Senora, Buenas Noches”

And he left, returning to the bright lights of the dance floor.

He wasn’t followed.