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snowblossomreads · 8 months

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Exhibit 2: Somebody That I Used To Know

Previous Chapter: Unfinished Business

Pairing: Sinclair Bryant x Amiee Huang (OC)

Summary: In where Sinclair keeps his promise and goes to deliver the good news to Amiee even as he continues to deal with drama from his own ongoing issues.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): None! A bit of a transition chapter.

Word Count: 4.7K

A/N: Already back with a second chapter what can I saw I just want these two to get back together and be happy but alas plot (dont worry I won't drag it out too much...) Anyways onward!

After Amiee had left and he had finished his call with another client, Sinclair did as he said he would do and made his way to the Senior Human Resources Officer who dealt with job requisitions for their department.

He told the man what he discussed with Amiee (with great passion at that) and how sooner would be better for this position as it had been something in the making for a long while.

"And do you have her qualifications on hand?" The man behind the desk asked, his dark eyebrows raising as Sinclair rummaged in the folder he had carried over.

"Yes of course right here though I'm sure I can spout off all the things she's done as I already looked at her file before coming by. She's absolutely brilliant Michael and did I tell you I worked with her before when I was at the Manchester office?" Sinclair prattled on as he handed the sheet of paper off to the man who took it from him and began to scan it. "I can't say enough good things about her work and it's quite a crime that no one has given her a chance other than to be an assistant which I think is absurd."

Nodding at Sinclair's words absentmindedly the other man scanned the front of the page before turning it around and looking at the back of it.

"Hmm impressive, impressive indeed, and you say she was applying to replace Arthur's old assistant huh?" He asked curiously looking up at Sinclair who nodded at his question. "She could probably do Arthur's job and half of the others too with these credentials."

As if Michael had spoken some wise truth that no one else seemed to understand, Sinclair threw his hands up dramatically with a noisy exasperated noise.

"Exactly what I thought I'm glad someone is seeing some sense around here. When she told me what she was here for I thought someone was having a bit of fun at my expense but no she was dead serious and I just couldn't let a good opportunity go to waste to work with her again, especially with how stellar her work always is."

Looking once more at the paper Michael nodded.

"Well from all of this I don't see any issues with hiring this Ms..." His eyes narrowed at the paper lips moving as he tried to sound out Amiee's surname but he was taking too long for Sinclair who happily assisted.

"Huang, Amiee Huang!"

"Ms. Huang right," Michael articulated looking up at Sinclair who was rocking on his heels. "Let me just talk to the director today and if she's okay with it, which I'm sure she will be, then I'll get the requisition out tomorrow and we can handle the rest of it internally."

Sinclair clapped his hand in joy, an enormous grin on his features as he thanked the other man with an enthusiastic, "brilliant I'll leave it with you then!" Before turning around and making his way out of the office ready to go enjoy a nice earned lunch.

There was a new Italian spot having its grand opening today and while he knew that all the carbs would probably make him drowsy for the rest of the day he was too impatient to wait until tomorrow as he was sure their day one food would be the best considering it's always important to impressive the first time.

His grin was ear to ear, and he felt like humming a tune as his spirits were higher than it had been recently considering the personal turmoil he had been going through.

But again it seemed like the turmoil decided to make its presence known once more because as he passed by his office his assistant, Sarah, popped her head out of her cubicle calling to him.

"Mr. Bryant I know you're about to leave but you have a call on line two they said it was important and needed to talk to you."

"Important? What's so important that it can't wait until after lunch? Also, just Sinclair is fine Sarah we've known each other for three months now!"

"Uhm right Sinclair, well..." Walking over to him as he was closing his office door intent on leaving and excited about his meal, she lowered her voice to a whisper before answering him."It's Natalie."

Any enthusiasm that he had from the day immediately drained out of him at the sound of her name and he couldn't help but feel his mood plummet dramatically.

The smile he had wilted and even Sarah thought the surrounding air had suddenly chilled as he turned fully to speak to her.

"If it's important tell her to have her solicitor speak to mine I don't want to hear from her and I've told her to not call. I thought I told you this already," he chided with a harsh tone before immediately feeling a smidgen of guilt when he saw her wince but he was getting impatient with the whole process and becoming equally tired of the out of the blue calls from Natalie who would not sign the divorce papers.

Her solicitor was always coming back with some made up rubbish and it had just caused the whole affair to become more draining and devastating to deal with. It was his fault really had he known this would happen he would have at least insisted on a prenuptial agreement if only to save them all from this back and forth. Though really it would only be saving him as it seemed that someone was getting some sort of entertainment from the entire thing.

"I know it's just that she insisted, and I thought,-"

"No, no, I don't care I don't want to speak with her tell her I'm out of the office or something and that I won't be taking her calls. I'm going to lunch if something actually important needs my attention I'll be at the new restaurant around the corner."

Eyes wide at the heated tone that was unnatural for her usually light-hearted boss, Sarah could only nod and stutter out an "o-oh okay I'll do that have a good lunch sir."

He huffed as he watched her scurry off, immediately upset at himself for snapping at her like that. She had been nothing but helpful since she first started but these past few weeks had just been tumultuous dealing with his hopefully soon to be ex-wife and her solicitor who kept constantly stone walling his own and wasting everyone's time.

Sighing, he told himself to bring her back something from the bakery nearby as an apology... but speaking of food.

"Maybe I'm just hungry, I bet some food would help yes it always does," he muttered to himself as he went on to lunch hoping to clear his thoughts from all the unpleasantness.

A few days had passed since Amiee’s run in with Sinclair and she had not heard from him since. While she assumed he was plenty busy with his job and life in general, it was still hard to brush away the sense of gloom that hung over her due to not hearing back from him.

Whether it be because she just wanted to talk with him more or her wondering if she had actually gotten the job she wasn't sure but either or she still missed him. She had been so shocked at seeing him that in her stupor she didn't ask for his number which was idiotic on her part.

Letting out a weary sigh, Amiee unlocked the door to her flat, jiggling the keys a little because of how finicky the lock could be just like everything in the building. With a ‘click’ it unlocked and she couldn't be more relieved to be home after the grueling day she had. Maybe some wine and dinner would make her feel better about all of this.

Whatever ‘this’ was.

Sure she was only a bank teller but dealing with people every second of the day was the absolute worst for her especially when everyone who came in seemed to forget instantly how to behave decently. Closing the door behind her with a huff, she shrugged off her coat putting it on the coat rack she had dragged back out a week ago.

Next were her shoes which fell to the floor with a clatter as she ambled into the kitchen. She would pick those up later but right now she was gaggin' for a nice glass of Moscato she had gifted herself with a few weeks ago.

Grabbing it from the fridge and getting a glass from her cabinet she was about to pour herself some to relax before the phone rang causing her to stop in mid motion.

An irritated grumble left her lips as she went over to the landline hanging on the wall picking it up and walking back over to the counter hoping the cord would reach far enough. Who was calling her on a Friday night?

"Hello?" She answered pouring the rose-colored liquid into her glass before screwing the top back on.

"Hello Amiee? It's Sinclair!" The bright, energetic tone of his voice coming through from the other end had her frown dissipating instantly at the warmth and happiness he exuded even when he wasn't in person.

"Hiya Sinclair! I was wondering when I was gonna hear from you," she chirped, smiling as she took a sip of her wine and leaned on the counter, fingers twirling the landline's cord as she talked. "How's it been plenty busy, huh?"

"Yes which is always a good thing in our world you know, if you aren't busy it may be a sign that people are about to be made redundant or something like that I know that's what happened last year to some people scary time. Though I wasn't worried not one bit as I'm quite good at my job as you know," he proudly added, causing Amiee to snicker in her drink at his confidence.

She couldn't fault him for it though as it was a well-won confidence with how good at his job he had always been.

"That's not the point! I'm so sorry for not ringing you sooner I've had a whirlwind of things that have come my way since earlier this week but that's a lot of mundane and tedious things that I don't want to bore you with or feel like talking about. Surprising I know! But what matters now is that I have time and wanted to see if you were busy tonight. I have some news to tell you I think would be very well enjoyed over dinner if you're free?"

Her mood was already lifting from hearing his voice but the dinner invite and prospect of good news was the cherry on top that had her buzzing.

"No I don't have owt going on tonight, just got home from work and all but I can wash up a bit and put something on. Where do you want me to meet you? I just need a little time to hop on the Tube."

"No no absolutely not I can come pick you up it be rude of me to ask you to come somewhere and have you figure your own way to the place you know I wouldn't do that to you. Where do you live? I can stop by. I'm still at work at the moment but can leave in a bit if you're far off. Most everyone is gone for the weekend so there's not a chance of someone slipping in and needing something."

She froze mid motion of taking another sip of her drink when he said that.

"Err em, I don't think that be such a good idea, I live a bit out of the way from the office and I don't want you getting into rush hour traffic either with the maniacs out there."

It wasn't a total lie, it took her about forty-five minutes to make it to the area on a good day taking public transportation. And even if he was taking his car, add rush hour traffic time and it would be about the same plus the annoyance of people all around which was worse to her.

"Nonsense I'm usually one of the madmen out there in traffic actually," Sinclair chuckled, "it takes me about an hour or so for me to commute to work so wherever you live I'm sure it's no worse, now come on where should I pick you up from I know this place that just opened up around Leicester Square that I think you would like!"

She paused, Leicester Square?

"Around Chinatown?" She asked equally surprised and equally amused.

"Eheh yes I know cliche," his laughter was low and nervous sounding as if Amiee had caught him red-handed doing something he shouldn't be.

But it was endearing to Amiee and honestly, she wasn't going to say no to good Chinese food, her ancestors would rain their wrath upon her if she did. And with Sinclair going she was sure it would be fun just like the old days.

"They have great food over there and I sometimes drag some of the others at work there for lunch and dinner," he rambled on, "it's great because you know they have a variety of stuff on the menu so it keeps the fussing to a minimum. Oh, I don't know why I'm telling you this I know you know so now where do you live so I can pick you up?"

She knew he wasn't going to let up until she told him; he was a persistent man, and if he insisted it was almost like him telling you he was going to do it. So letting out a hum she decided to just get it over with knowing she was about to give him a stroke when he found out where she lived.

"Well okay if you insist, and I know you do," she answered, hearing a faint 'good!' on the line. "I live in the brick flats on Brantwood off High road in Tottenham you can take the A10 up and it'll get you here. The flats you can't miss them, the only ones on the block I think."

"Amiee!"

His voice seemed to jump a pitch as he shouted her name, the tone of his voice making her want to laugh but also had her wincing ready for him to list off crime statistics of the place. Which he did. How did he even know all of this?

"That area has one of the highest crime rates out of all the boroughs! For every thousand persons there is a total of 105 crimes that takes place what in the world are you doing living out there? I know it's more expensive in a safer area but that place it's the worst of the worst. Goodness I know bank tellers don't make as much as they should working with the public and all but do they not pay enough so that you can at least make it to work the next morning?"

"Sinclair-Sinclair it's fine," she tried to calm him but to no avail as he continued going on about how unsafe the area was for her to be in.

It truly wasn't that bad. As long as she kept her door locked and wasn't meandering certain corners late at night she hadn't really felt unsafe. Sans the almost being waterboarded to death, but that was not the neighborhood's fault. But Sinclair was not having it as he went on about how unsafe the area was, his voice going higher with distress on her behalf.

"I still don't like it," she could hear the frown in his voice along with the rustling of paper in the background as he rambled on. "No I don't like this at all as a matter of fact I'll be picking you up and bringing you home from now on until you can get somewhere nicer you know knife cases have been up 20 percent right? I know it's the recession's fault people being desperate and all but I don't want to think about something terrible like that happening to you! I can help you find a place if you want I know a few places nearby that would be good for you and oh and if country life is better we can do that too. That's where I live it's beautiful out there you should visit I think you would love it. We could be neighbours that would be fun I'd love seeing you on the weekends and we could nose about with each other! But no, I don't like the idea of you walking from the station by yourself especially when it gets dark early in the autumn."

"Alright alright!" Amiee interrupted trying to keep herself from laughing while stopping Sinclair's tirade that she knew would not end if she didn't interrupt him. "I give! If I let you pick me up and drop me off do you promise not to go on a tangent about me living here?"

"I can't promise you that but I will do my very best not to if you let me pick you up and drop you off yes. Andmaybehelpyoufindanewplace."

He tacked on the last sentence rather quickly causing her to let out a guffaw at the sense of urgency in which he said it.

"Okay we can talk about that too but now that we have that sorted are you coming to pick me up soon? If you leave now you'll get out before traffic picks you and maybe," her tone becoming a bit cheeky wanting to tease him a bit, "I can show you around the neighbourhood."

"I'll have to politely decline the nose around your neighbourhood but yes I’ll be on my way in a moment! I just need to pack up and leave something with my assistant and I'll be on the way. Which flat number do you live in?"

"Ground floor number 2."

"Perfect see you in a bit buh-bye!"

"Bye!"

The phone clicked signaling he had hung up and Amiee shuffled over to the phone's base on the wall to do the same. It made a ‘click’ as the receiver popped back in and instead of going back to the counter she stood there with her hand on the phone as a smile grew on her face.

A warm feeling was bubbling in her stomach, and it made its way up her chest tickling it before it reached her throat where it stayed for a moment before she was grinning like a madwoman.

"Ahahahaah!"

A bright laugh burst from her lips as she leaned over, outstretching her hand for support on the wall as her shoulders shook with the force of her laughter. Sinclair was such a silly man. Silly but absolutely lovely and the way he easily brought a smile to her face seemed to not have changed.

It was nice. Knowing that some things would never change when it came to some people. And it seemed like things hadn't at all changed between them which had her thinking that maybe, just maybe they could continue where they had ended? It would be nice. They were already going out to dinner, and when he had hugged her earlier on it was so comforting and warm.

"No no no stop it Amiee he's probably married to a pretty woman who actually comes from somewhere who also didn't run off to another country because she couldn't cope," she scoffed to herself wiping the tears from her laughing fit away from her eyes.

Granted she didn't notice a wedding band earlier so?

Rolling her eyes at herself and standing straight she walked back to the counter and knocked back the rest of the wine before setting the glass in the sink.

"Alright you," she muttered to herself, attempting not to cause herself to spiral into self pity and instead thinking about what to wear. "Let's go get ready don't go and rile yourself up for no reason."

Almost an hour went by after they hung up did a knock at Amiee's door draw her attention away from the telly that had a game show, the Crystal Maze if she remembered correctly, playing. She wasn't one for them but she had gotten dressed pretty quickly with a long sleeve burgundy velvet blouse and some denim shorts and with time to spare she sat around for a bit and watched some mindless programs.

It was really fun actually, and she had gotten so engrossed in it that she had yelled answers out at her screen while also challenging herself to solve the puzzles before the real contestants. She had proudly gotten all of them correct and given herself a mental pat on the shoulder.

'Sinclair would probably like this I wonder if he's watched any of it.'

She thought offhandedly as she shut the program off, making her way to the door and looking through the peephole to find the person who she knew was there.

Still dressed in his office attire, minus suit jacket, Sinclair stood there rocking on his heels, hands in his pocket as he looked to his left and right no doubt wary of his surroundings.

She really was going to have to tell him that the place was not that bad. But she was sure it would fall on deaf ears considering his upper class upbringing and of course all the facts he knew. Those two things a lethal combination.

A clipped laugh left her throat as she unlocked the door opening it to a very enthused looking Sinclair.

"There you are! I was afraid I gotten the wrong place because I didn't see the flats then it turns out I gotten turned around and come up from the opposite end, traffic was indeed dreadful as you mentioned but someone down the street pointed me the right way," he exclaimed as he took a glimpse at her outfit before adding on enthusiastically, "but you look very pretty and that colour looks great on you, not that you aren't always pretty and that there are any colours that I think look bad on you but this one suits you well!"

His compliment was so honest and given so freely she couldn't help the blush that crept its way across her cheeks as she beamed at him. Any time when she went on a date in the States, which this wasn't a date she tried to remind herself, and the guy gave her a compliment it always felt off. Like it was something they had to say and not truly genuine which to no one’s surprise caused the relationship to fizzle quickly.

But with the way Sinclair's eyes glimmered as he gave her the compliment paired with a grin that was really the only bright thing in the building's hallway she couldn't help feel a pang of sadness. Which was not what she thought she would feel, but it made sense considering they could have been going on an actual date had she not run away years ago...

Ugh.

Physically shaking the negative thoughts out by shaking her head 'no' and hiding it as if she was just being bashful about his compliment, which she did sort of feel, she narrowed her eyes in his direction.

"You look quite fit yourself this evening. Are you sure dinner was the only thing on the agenda or do you have something else up your sleeves?"

Not catching the teasing tone in her voice at first, Sinclair's face warmed and she could see the startled look cross his features as he rambled about how it was only dinner and if she wanted to walk around a bit in the square after it would be good since the weather was nice and they could chat more. He would bring her home afterwards of course but that was it, nothing nefarious just two old friends catching up.

Sinclair frowned as the words left him. They were just friends now and just like at the office he hated that. But his life was messy right now and he couldn't drag her into it even though unbeknownst to him her own life was still as complicated as it was in the past.

The thoughts subsided though once he saw the grin that Amiee could no longer hold back slowly appearing on her features. Her eyes glinted with playfulness causing him to realize that he had been had, and that she was only joking causing him to let out a little huff and pout.

“Don't joke like that you almost gave me a heart attack! For that you're going to have to let me snoop around when we come back I expect a full tour of your flat. I want to see what you’ve done with the place.“

Amiee cackled because of course that would be the payment Sinclair wanted for startling him. A tour around her flat so he could poke and prod at things. He had always been inquisitive, read: nosy, about new spaces and he found it a treat to be somewhere different so it was no surprise he would find a way to get a tour.

"Really a tour of my flat Sinclair? I say you were up to something scandalous," Amiee snickered as she shuffled to the side to put her shoes on, allowing Sinclair to peek his head in, his curiosity piqued. "Plus, it's just a regular flat you know nothing fancy like I know you're used to, just somewhere I can put my stuff that's it."

"That's not true my wi-," Sinclair's words died at his lips and Amiee seemed to freeze at the syllables, her heart going to her throat.

All the words starting with that sound ran through her mind in that moment of silence.

'His what? His wick? That doesn’t make any sense Amiee. Witch? Rude. His widow? He's not dead what are you talking about don't be so daft!'

Her word game was interrupted by him continuing his thoughts albeit more slowly than usual as she put her shoes on trying to ignore the word he obviously meant.

"Somebody that I used to know, well I still know them but I guess not as well as I thought I did used to live in one of these flats not one of these flats specifically but similar to yours a little bigger maybe I don't remember it's been ages since I was in there so my memory about it isn't to clear. But either way it is interesting because you live in it and I know you have something interesting lying around in here. You always had interesting stuff in Manchester hanging in your cubicle like you're tiny paintings those were quite nice I hope you still have them."

Coming back in front of him, shoes on and ready to go, she could only agree to his demands knowing he wouldn't stop and still a little stuck on the earlier part of the conversation.

"Alright it would be rude of me to not let you have a look around because I know it's such torture for you if you don't get to nose around," she joked stepping out into the hallway and making him back up a little so she could close the door and lock it.

When she turned Sinclair was beaming at her like she had just told him some especially good news which to him this probably was.

"Perfect! Now let's go then traffic should be cleared up by now and we should make it in time before the dinner rush you'll love this place I know you will," he bubbled offering his left elbow for her to take.

Ever the gentleman still.

Nodding at him, she wrapped her arms around his elbow and only then did she see the golden gleam of the object that felt blinding as she glimpsed it. Its color and placement causing her let out an inaudible dejected sigh that made the night suddenly feel dull.

'His wife.'

A/N: 🙃Hopefully this get cleared up quickly no? Being in love with a married man who you don't know is trying to divorce is complicated no? Anyways let me know you're thoughts! (Scurries to write the next chapter)

#alan rickman character #sinclair bryant x oc #sinclair bryant #blossom writes #the art of entangled hearts

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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You don't need to write this if you dont want too because it's up to you but this is something wholsome

WHAT IF L!MC M!M & BBY A!MC BECOME BABIES AND THERE EVEONES HAS TO CARE FOR THEM,

I apologize for having such horrible writing and grammer. I never payed attention in school, nor could I afford to pay attention 👉😎👉

Bro I feel you on the not paying attention in school thing. Fear not, dearest asker, ask for demon babies, and since I am a merciful writer, you shall receive.

Oh Shit, Half-Demon Babies are Running Amok Send Diapers and Help-

Mini summary for the casual reader, L!MC is Lucifer’s half demon child who got summoned into the Devildom to be one of the human exchange students, M!MC is Mammon’s half demon kid, and A!MC is Asmo’s. Let’s get to the fic!

Ah, what a relaxing day... Lucifer was sitting back in his desk chair, enjoying a nice glass of Demonus and listening to one of his favourite cursed vinyls. He had done a damn good job on his work earlier and Diavolo had insisted there was no more work to be done and he could have the weekend all to himself.

Of course, his brothers were still a factor that could have ruined his me-time... on any other weekend! Satan had just gotten a new encyclopedia to read, so he wouldn’t be causing any trouble, Beel and Belphie were going to take that Devildom food tour, Mammon and M!MC were planning on spending the entire weekend shopping, Asmo and A!MC were going up to the human world on Saturday and staying until Sunday, and Levi... He got a sudden burst of inspiration for his Animal Crossing Island and most likely wouldn’t be leaving his room for the next month. Lastly, L!MC wouldn’t be causing any problems, his child would probably spend their time with him rambling about musicals or anime they had seen, and Lucifer found their intense interest very adorable.

Ah... peace and quiet...

...

...why did Lucifer hear crying?

There, standing in the entrance hall of the House of Lamentation, was Solomon, holding three screaming babies.

What, and I cannot stress this enough, THE HELL?!

“Ah, Lucifer,” Solomon attempted to wave hello, but needing to continue to bounce one of the babies on his hip kind of hindered the gesture, not that Lucifer wanted a wave at that moment. “I’m sure you have questions.”

After everyone had gathered into the living room, Solomon explained how a spell gone awry had hit L!MC, M!MC, and A!MC with the effect of turning the three into the screaming infants that stood (or... awkwardly sprawled out) in front of them.

On the bright side, the spell only had a timespan of roughly two days, so they wouldn’t be stuck like that forever.

Everyone sat in silence for a few minutes (save for the babies, who were still either crying or incoherently babbling) as they processed that information. Lucifer, ever the flawless older brother and leader, stood up and clapped his hands together once.

“Alright then, everyone cancel your weekend plans, we need to deal with this.”

Lucifer’s dearest little brothers all whined in protest, Satan in particular. “They’re not our kids, why do Belphie, Beel, Levi, and I need to cancel our plans?!”

“Satan,” Lucifer said sternly. “You don’t remember this, but it took six people to take care of one of you. The kids may only be half demons but there are three of them. We need all hands on deck. Besides, if you all want someone to blame, blame Solomon.”

Everyone turned and levelled their practically murderous glared at the sorcerer, who suddenly pulled baby A!MC into his lap and began to rock them back and forth.

“I have never felt more unsafe.” Solomon laughed nervously. “But you wouldn’t kill me while I’m holding my not-child would you?”

Asmo stomped over and snatched A!MC away from Solomon. “I can’t believe you- ACK! A!MC! Stop drooling!”

A!MC had a long trail of drool coming out of their mouth which caused Asmo to shriek and hold A!MC at arms length away. “Stop that! That’s gross, A!MC, you know better.”

The adorable baby continued to babble and drool.

Mammon picked up M!MC, who almost immediately stopped crying upon seeing Mammon’s watch, they began making grab hands at it. “Ah, ya want the watch?”

M!MC squealed in delight as Mammon dangled the watch above them, Mammon was delighted that his little brat still had their expensive taste, even as a baby. “Hey, look at me! I’m doin’ pretty good! Suck it, Asmo!”

As Asmo and Mammon bickered, Lucifer took the time to look at L!MC, they pulled at Lucifer’s tie and hummed to themselves. They were mind numbingly cute despite the screeching they were doing earlier. The sight tugged at the cold spot where Lucifer’s heart should have been, he had missed this part of his child’s life... maybe just that weekend he’d get a chance to-

“Solomon where do you think you’re going?” Lucifer was pulled from his thoughts when he noticed the shifty bastard trying to make his escape. “You’re staying to help manage this nonsense.”

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A!MC may have been an absolute ray of sunshine normally, but as a baby, they definitely lived up to the term demon-spawn.

A!MC would scream, cry and pitch a fit if they didn’t get what they wanted immediately, not that they had any way of articulating what they wanted because they were a god damn baby! Asmo and Solomon were at the point where they were just holding stuff out to A!MC to see if it would make them stop crying.

“Come on butterfly, don’t you like this... antique perfume bottle?” Asmo asked, A!MC took one look at it, then burst into flames and started wailing again. “For the love of my father WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!”

Now there were two sobbing messes in the room, and one was on fire. Solomon quickly magically took care of A!MC’s little fire problem (the baby was fiiiiiiine, demon babies light themselves on fire all the time!), picked A!MC up, sat down on Asmo’s bed, and snapped his fingers. Tiny balls of light gently floated into the air around the three, Asmo looked up from his pity party upon hearing A!MC stop their crying.

“See, you still like my magic, even as a baby, right A!MC?” Solomon asked, A!MC looked around in silent wonder, trying to reach up and touch the lights.

“Oh Solomon, this almost makes me forgive you for screwing up my weekend plans...” Asmo sighed in relief, he sat next to Solomon and pulled A!MC into his lap. “Not very colourful though, is it? Let me fix that.”

Asmo smiled as his own magic added streaks of colour, it was like their very own private showing of the northern lights. A!MC had on one of those goofy baby smiles that can make even the grumpiest person smile back.

Solomon and Asmo shaped some of the lights into shapes and animals, Asmo let a pink butterfly land on A!MC’s nose, much to their adorable delight.

“And that one’s a bird, and that one’s a giraffe,”

“That’s an alpaca.”

“Sorry, an alpaca with a weirdly long neck, oh! And a sheep!” Asmo looked down at his lap where A!MC sat and tickled their sides. “Everyone likes sheep!”

He then quickly shaped a ball of light into a scorpion and made it scuttle into A!MC’s lap. “But I have to say, scorpions are the best.”

The fifth born sighed in contentment as their sweet little hellspawn continued to watch the magic show. Never in his life did Asmodeus ever think he’d be this happy holding a baby, usually babies were things he thought should be handled with hazmat suits, but not at that moment. His little butterfly truly did have him wrapped around their finger.

“Asmo, hey, Asmo,” Asmo looked over at Solomon, who had a glowing triangle over one of his eyes. “Would you like to join my secret society?”

“Solomon, you are ruining the moment.”

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“C’mon kiddo! Eat your damn food!” Mammon once again tried to shove the spoon into his kid’s mouth with the same result as the 50 previous attempts.

“YUCKY!” M!MC shouted and slapped the spoon away.

“Here,” Beel took the spoon from Mammon. “Maybe it’s yucky like they said.”

Beel ate what was on the spoon, then smiled brightly. “You can really taste the mango!”

“See bud..? Beel likes it.” Mammon gestured at Beel, who was eating the entire jar of baby food as Belphie watched in amusement. He was such an asset to the team. “Beel! They need to eat!”

“Fine, let me try.” Belphie grabbed another spoon, and waved it in M!MC’s face. “Here comes the airplane... whoosh... whoosh...”

M!MC didn’t budge, Belphie knitted his eyebrows and rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine, be that way.”

Levi pushed open the door to the kitchen, and upon seeing the scene before him, immediately turned and tried to leave. “Nope! Food isn’t worth getting spit up all over me-”

Mammon lunged forward, grabbed the back of Levi’s jacket and practically yanked him into the kitchen, he slapped a spoon into his hand and smiled. “C’mon, do a favour for your super great big brother!”

The third born looked at M!MC, who defiantly stared back at him, the baby had the upper hand and the little brat knew it. Babies were so much cuter in anime...

Levi nervously stepped forward and held out the spoon like a weapon. “O-okay M-M-M!MC... you need to eat your food... pls... pls eat.”

M!MC said nothing, they only did what most babies did.

...

They spun their head 90 degrees until the back of their head was all Levi could see.

Everyone in the kitchen stood in complete silence, until Mammon jumped a foot in the air and started screaming bloody murder. “MY BABY!”

He dove forward and scooped M!MC up in his arms, the baby, obviously freaked out by the sudden loud noise, had begun to cry.

“It’s okay! It’s okay! Uh... uh...” Mammon looked around frantically. “Hush little baby don’t say a word... papas gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don’t sing, papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring... and if that diamond ring is brass, butitwon’tbebecauseyouroldmanwouldn’tgetcheatedlikethat-”

M!MC spun their head back to its correct position, but their crying sounds were now several octaves lower... It sounded like if someone put a baby in the Darth Vader mask but without the weird breathing sounds...

Mammon looked to Belphie. “I’m blankin’ on nursery rhymes! Ya hafta know some kid songs!”

Belphie, after being put on the spot, suddenly forgot every single nursery rhyme and lullaby any of his brothers had ever sung to him. Oh! A song popped into his head! He could sing that!

“Lizzie Borden took an axe, gave her mother forty whacks, when she saw what she had done, she gave her father forty one-”

“Not that one!” Mammon squeaked, holding M!MC closer to him. M!MC’s voice had returned to normal, the next problem is that they were only speaking in infernal. “Somethin’ else!”

“There was an old lady who swallowed a fly,” Beel began to sing. “I don’t know why she swallowed that fly... I forgot the rest of the song...”

“Dammit... Leviiiiii!” Mammon wheezed, desperately trying to calm the angrily growling M!MC. “Sing! Sing anything!”

“A-anything?” Only one song came to mind. “Uh um... With the doors of heaven and Hell barred, there is no other but the guard, Master of the Hellish Yard...”

Mammon lit up and nodded like Levi had just offered him a million Grimm. “Aw hell yeah! This song!”

He handed M!MC to Beel and began to dance and sing next to Levi, who had really gotten into the song as well!

“With those sins that you've committed, If you pay you'll be acquitted, and your crimes all permitted,” the two paused for dramatic effect before both belting out the best line in the song.

“ONLY ONES WITH CASH DO WELL, WELL AT LEAST IN HELL!”

As Levi and Mammon continued to sing, M!MC became so entranced by the dance, that they stopped their demonic babbling and just watched the second and third born dance and sing the English cover of an old vocaloid song. Belphie and Beel made brief confused eye contact to make sure the other twin was seeing the same thing.

The duo finished the song and took a bow, Beel lightly tapped M!MC’s chubby baby hands together to make it look like they were clapping. It was enough for Mammon and Levi.

“Thank you, thank you,” Mammon said. “We’ll be here forever, next show ain’t free.”

“We should sing The Tailor on Enbizaka next!”

“Levi! No! That song is like... seven minutes long!”

“Hey, morons,” Belphie stuck his thumb at M!MC. “They still haven’t eaten.”

Mammon’s triumphant expression dropped right to the floor. “Ah fuck...”

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“Satan, where’s L!MC-” Lucifer looked up at the ceiling of Satan’s room and his jaw dropped. “WHAT ARE THEY DOING UP THERE?!”

“I can’t get them down!” Satan hissed back.

L!MC. L!MC the BABY. They were on the ceiling. They were sitting upside down on the ceiling like it was an average Friday. Lucifer was too old for this shit...

“L!MC.” Lucifer held out his arms, L!MC squinted at him, that’s when Lucifer remembered L!MC was practically blind without their glasses. “L!MC, it’s your father, come here.”

“Don’t you think I’ve tried calling them down like that?!” Satan spat as he quickly ran a hand through his hair.

Lucifer shot a glare at Satan, then Lucifer heard something that nearly made his (lack of) heart stop. Oh no- L!MC was yawning-

L!MC yawned and suddenly detached from the ceiling. Lucifer and Satan both dove forward to catch L!MC, which culminated in one of Satan’s piles of books falling down, but with L!MC safe and sound.

“Damn it.” Satan grumbled as Lucifer shifted to properly hold L!MC. “This is going to take forever to clean...”

“That was clean?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow as L!MC began to fuss slightly.

Satan growled and rolled his eyes. “Yes, it was clean thank you very much. I knew exactly where everything was.”

The cat that unofficially ruled the House of Lamentation pranced into Satan’s room like it didn’t have a care in the world, it began to bat at one of the loose papers that had been scattered around the floor. Detective Toe Beans, you’re an esteemed detective, and technically RAD’s mascot, stop that!

Satan scooped up the cat and began to put the books back in the pile, when Lucifer noticed a familiar, beat-up old book lying near the bottom of the pile.

“Ah, I remember this book,” Lucifer leaned down and picked it up, showing the cover to L!MC, who didn’t seem very interested and continued petting the fur part of Lucifer’s jacket. “It’s good for a bedtime story, right L!MC?”

Lucifer tucked the book under his arm and turned to leave when Satan practically shot upwards. “If you think you can just take that out of my room, you’re completely delusional.”

“Are you seriously going to whine about getting a bedtime story for L!MC?”

“CAT!” L!MC looked over Lucifer’s shoulder and reached for Detective Toe Beans. “CAT!”

“Yes L!MC, cat.” Lucifer whispered to them, then turned back to Satan. “And if I’m remembering correctly, I used to read this to you. Do you really want to deprive poor L!MC of bedtime stories from me?”

“Pff... deprive...” Satan rolled his eyes and huffed. “I’d be saving them. You were the only one who never did any voices for the characters, I was bored to sleep.”

Satan walked forward and swiped the book from Lucifer. “If anyone’s reading L!MC a bedtime story, it should be me. I’m twice the storyteller you’ll ever be.”

Lucifer scoffed. “Ridiculous. We’ll both read L!MC a story and they can tell us who did best when they get back to normal.”

“Fine by me.”

The three (four if you count Bean) were soon seated on the couch in Lucifer’s room. Lucifer took the first story.

Satan listened along and absentmindedly pet Bean, hearing a story he had heard over and over again had managed to bring back memories of a time where he had significantly less control over his wrath. Every night he’d demand a bedtime story or he’d throw a tantrum unlike anything the Devildom had ever seen.

The eldest was always there to swoop in and read Satan a story whenever the little ball of seething rage looked ready to kill the unfortunate brother who told him it was bedtime.

It had gotten to the point that Satan could recite most of the stories in the book completely by heart. He chuckled under his breath as he remembered the time he matter of factly told Lucifer that he’d be reading him the bedtime story that night and proceeded to pretend to read the story of The Hydra and the Pufferfish. He hadn’t actually learned to read, much to Lucifer’s dismay, Satan just memorized what to say and when to turn the pages.

Though, it was apparently impressive enough at the time to warrant a head pat from Lucifer.

The fourth born leaned closer to Lucifer to get a better look at the book’s illustrations. They were always slightly off and strange looking, much like the pictures in the Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark book that L!MC had given Satan for his birthday.

Lucifer abruptly stopped reading.

“Why’d you stop?” Satan looked up at Lucifer, then over at L!MC. Aw... Satan didn’t even get a chance to read...

“Our audience has fallen asleep.” Lucifer stifled a yawn and prepared to close the book, Satan quickly shoved his hand on the page to stop him.

“You started reading,” Satan looked away and grumbled. “So at least finish the story...”

Lucifer smirked and opened the book back up. “If you insist, Satan.”

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Yayyyyy! Babies! I’m sure the three get back to normal by Monday... hopefully...

Here’s a link to the song Levi and Mammon are singing!

I hope you all enjoyed! As of the time I’m posting this, the next set of Lessons 1-5 Headcanons will be out tomorrow at 8:30 pm EST.

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lunar-lair · 3 years

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ok say hello to my insanely new oc who ive made entirely to be a villain who is still an excellent adult and a decent parent, probably. cares too much abt kids. think reigen mob psycho with a drop or two of milla. worked under Nick From The Mailroom and was actually in on his scheme.

has always been rather cold and brash towards adults, but is more caring towards kids. in my brain he has a brooklyn type accent? rough and tumble, walks around without a tie, yknow? they keep him cause he sorts mail real good, though.

(added a read more because this got INSANELY LONG AKSKSK i spent like an hr on this h)

he was a delugeionist, but only because he kinda just wanted to rip the world apart a little; lysandre vibes, thinks a lot of it is scum and needs to go. thinks the *psychonauts* are scum and need to go. hes psychic but suppressed it, think aquato parents but extra toxic about it, and straight up just saying being psychic is unnatural. wouldnt go to loboto parent lengths tho. so he adopted that thought of 'being psychic is unnatural and wrong', which contributed to a lot of self hate that was never learned out. likely, he realizes hes a shitty person and thinks he needs to go too. so like...yknow hank, dbh? kinda the vibe im gettin right now. way more formal, of course, and while usually gruff, is more polite when its needed; can and *will* beat the shit out of you verbally in a factual way, though, and can talk more street-lingo if hes talkin to real thugs. (probably winged it on his own after failing college or smth, hes got the vibes.)

anyways, its this plot where he slinks off and starts planting mistrust in the psychonauts or something. and inevitably he just...shows up and starts kidnapping people. dismantling things from the inside and all that. he left and formed a group who also hated psychics at some point, likely friends of his parents and friends of friends, all from his hometown. all of them fight *insanely* dirty, and a lot of them are insanely vulgar. the kids are supposed to be kept away.

but theres a line to follow here.

this man is a fold to raz. hates the psychonauts, hates being psychic, adopted his parent's hate of psychics, hates the *world.* raz is young and unburdened and unjaded...mostly. hes not the shock of water some young characters can be when it comes to being the foils of other characters; think steven with a villain or something, right? but raz is sassy and a little jaded, and not total sunshine positivity.

hes a child this man could look down on and not be immediately annoyed by, who is worried by yet respects raz's realization of the world as it is, however little that is.

and yet raz is still his foil. he still mostly loves the psychonauts, despite it all, he loves being psychic, for the most part, he dodged adopting his parents previous values, he still seems to have an even view of the world as a whole.

raz is jaded, if only a little, but he moved past it and accepted that things could still be bright. this man is jaded, but he stayed in his stormclouds, never looked for the sun.

ok where. was i. RIGHT ok so. at the beginning of this...story? the man finds raz being talked down to by one of the office workers; someone with weak psychic powers whos insanely jealous of his prowess. an adult who envies the young prodigy. and theyre giving him some insane task to do, like cleaning all of the closets within the hour, but hes saved the world twice, so he smiles and nods along, because he said he would help around the motherlobe, and this adult is asking him to do something that seems simple enough.

and this guy, internally, goes 'bitch.' for a good long second bc 1. dude even if you envy a kid, kinda fucked to show that?? not their fault 2. WHY are you asking a 10 year old to do that. why is there a 10 year old here. holy shit thats a 10 year old oh my god hes so tiny (no one told him there was a 10 year old because they knew hed stomp right up to management but. regardless. he is going to stomp up to management after this and no one can really stop him. except maybe raz well see)

so yknow. dude fixes his slight slouch and walks forward and politely tells this woman that 1. hes 10 why are you jealous of him and 2. hes 10????????? and shes like shit hes 10. and apologizes. and walks away

and raz is VERY ?? bc she was doing what? why is him being 10 important? and its that young part of you that gets pissed when people try to keep you from doing things because youre young and hes DEFINITELY yet to learn that piling responsibilites that should be handled by adults onto a child is fucked up in its own special way (looking at you ford, *nick*)

and the dude calmly explains because yea. he gets that. and he still sounds gruff and a little peeved but he squats down to razs height and he talks simply and factually, telling him straight on why it isnt right.

and. huh. people dont really do that for raz. except for sasha, sometimes, everyone likes to dodge the truth a lot with him, because hes 10, and sometimes, hes too nice to tug it out of them.

and this guy, this man that raz is already polishing a trophy for 'good adulting' in the back of his brain with his striking statements about how adults should handle things and kids should-kids should...get to have fun. not be traumatized.

for the shock on his face when raz said hed already saved the world a couple times, whats some closets. he reigned it in, said that its weird he saved the world, because thats usually their jobs.

and this guy offers his hand on instict before he stands up, even though he doesnt seem very sweet and kind like the adults that usually offer raz a hand. and he takes it, i think. he takes it.

warm. warm, a little nice.

reminds raz of his dad, maybe. he wonders if this man has any kids himself, but keeps his mouth shut, because he thinks he already has the answer, and its yes.

(he doesnt have any. he would wish he did, but he knows hed fail to raise them right.)

and when he stands, he asks raz what he was asking that woman for, and he says hes doing tasks around the motherlobe because his papers are still coming in. the man doesnt ask. (he knows what 'papers' means, realizes this is the tiny junior psychonaut every room in the damn place has been buzzing about, and he has fucking words for forsythe.) he just offers for the kid to sort mail under his supervision.

and that sounds boring. at least, it usually would.

this man is interesting, and a good...person? a good adult? hes...hes new. hes new, and calm, and a little like sasha but a lot not, and he thinks he trusts him.

so raz grins and says yea, mail sorting sounds nice.

(debatably, raz does not take his hand. hes too jaded when it comes to adults. debatably, he does not feel any warmth from this man who has taught him every adult has been telling him wrong. debatably, im projecting. but thats the whole point of ocs, hm?)

and then holes crop up in motherlobe systems. people are kidnapped.

raz keeps seeing the strange man, keeps telling him things, keeps hearing back, gruff and factual and a little annoyed, but raz can almost-just-barely tell its not at him, with the way he talks.

he can tell. he can tell.

he can never tell. this man is making sure he can tell.

raz trusts the man, is still polishing that trophy for 'best adulting' he has settling in the back of his mind.

and then the man comes with a militia.

he did not seem jaded. he did not seem hateful. he never showed any anger or hate towards raz.

but thats because he knows kids dont deserve it.

an excellent moral or two. a rotten, broken heart.

and at first, they keep the kids away, because these people fight dirty, because this isnt their battle, because the man has been sending emails about why 15 year olds are in a secret psychic agency.

(he does not mention raz. by razs second visit, he had just marked the boy down as another reason to hate the psychonauts as a whole, and especially its higher ups.

hes also regretting his alliance to nick by about the third. if he had known the man would puppet a child as if they were a toy, he would have organized his own rebellion ages ago.)

but eventually, the psychonauts need all hands on deck.

they send the children to find the missing agents.

the interns are fought on the way. some of them avoid the child, know the boss would pummel them.

they get to the base, and the strange man, the one with the broken trophy for 'best adult' (still barely-polished, because hes still so sure) still nestled in the back of razs brain, is still there.

the junior psychonauts are spotted. one of the guards throws a few rocks aimlessly.

they surprise them. one almost hits raz.

its intercepted instead.

and the other junior psychonauts watch as this man, their enemy, a villain, in their eyes, reprimands the other man for even accidentally daring, for even trying. for doing something they might have done just a month or so ago, if they had decided he was too much weirder than they already had.

and he yells something like, "Why the hell is he even here?! This is an enemy base, of whats a rebellion! This is a *10 year old*! What kind of adult sends a child *near* something like that?!" and he truly sounds angry this time, raz finds. hes too angry to keep it in. he still sounds gruff and oddly proper. raz is standing there, arms hanging. hes baffled in a specific way, the way he was every time the man's brow furrowed when he mentioned a harrowing story, the way he was the first day they met.

and he asks, a little quiet, a little small, a reminder of how young he really is, "Why are you still trying to keep me safe? We're supposed to be enemies now."

And his brow furrows further before flattening out, and he tilts onto one leg, and he swears he almost kneels to a knee.

He cant believe it. He really cant.

"You're 10." he says simply, softly, that factual way. "You shouldn't even be here."

and raz pauses. the interns freeze.

"...well, here I am."

and i think...it would be so intriguing if this was done halfway out of the mind, because this man is so against anything psychic. it would be so *compelling.*

so raz steps forward and asks again, asks why hes doing this.

and the mans eyes harden, he tries to turn off that soft heart, trying to remind himself of all that he hates. because he hates the psychonauts, because he sort of hates the world.

and raz asks why he could ever hate the psychonauts, head tilted, before listing off the few he knows to be true. but other than that, how? and ok, the world sucks a little, yea, hes seen that, gets that.

and he appreciates that this kid isnt totally gung ho about existence.

but he hates that he isnt, too.

and its this back and forth. everything the man hates, why he hates it. raz saying why its good but admitting why its bad.

and hes swayed, just a little.

but the man stands up from the kneel hed inevitably instinctively put himself into, and walks forward, hand held out yet again.

"You shouldn't be in the Psychonauts," he tells him, soft, factual, brow furrowed. "Come with me. I'll bring you back to your parents, or wherever it is you want to go."

raz contemplates. thinks, for a long moment.

he grabs the mans hand, warm and firm, yet again, for a terrifying moment.

before he reaches up to slap a mental door on his forehead, and astral projects into it.

he thinks this man is good. thinks hes just jaded.

thinks hes the best adult hes ever met, one who just happens to hate a lot of things.

hes only 10.

hes not letting someone who can tell him so clearly whats wrong and right for adults to tell him go that easily.

aaaand yknow. raz does his razzy thing. learns about why the guy hates the world and the psychonauts and himself. helps him learn that its not all bad, that he was excellent to raz, and still is, that things can be bad and good all at once.

the man concedes that raz is very capable, very smart, and can do a lot. but that doesnt mean he should have to.

raz tells him, though, that he likes working for the psychonauts. its his dream. and he realizes some things he was told to do were kinda screwed up, now. that maybe, in honesty, he was dealt a bad hand.

but hes done what he can with that hand, and he ended up with a royal flush.

and uh! yknow!! then raz leaves his mind and he calls off the rebellion! its like a rhombus of ruin type adventure, except without the villain being present beforehand. its just not clustered in insanely close with a ton of other wild shit.

anyways this got really long? sorry?? its an oc i just saw good adult and slight father vibe potential in the vibe i instantly got on him and then i went feral???? rip maybe someone will read this and if you did. congrats i honestly really liked how the whole foil and good-yet-bad and consideration of raz being 10 thing worked out. this oc is almost like our representative in the psychonauts world the way reigen is for the audience in mp100. yea :) i match them up a lot but thats just cause they vibe a lot. anyways its 1:40 am now and i spent abt an hour on this hope it vibed mildly byeeee

#GOD THAT GOT LONG. ALSMSKKS APOLOGIES OH MH GOD #psychonauts #psychonauts oc #and my personal tag:#pn oc #trash talks #long post #like! insanely long!!!!!!! i am so so sorry maybe i should make a cut #psychonauts 2 spoilers #like a lot tbh alskssk #OK READMORE SUCCESSFULLY ADDED!!! THNX GOOGLE <3

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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 4 years

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Small Town Missed Connections-Part 1 (Jensen X Reader)

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(New Series!!! Hopefully! Only if you all love it!) Shout out to @adriellej for being the best at helping me work through writers block!!! PS dont forget to let me know if you want to stay on the tag list!)

You heard your phone chime in your back pocket and a smile instantly appeared on your face. You almost dropped the boxes in your hands as you walked down the stairs from the storage in the upper loft of the building. “Easy, someone’s in a cheery mood today. What gives?” Amanda, the sassy 17-year-old blonde you’d hired for summer help, said as you reached the bottom, allowing her to take the top box. “Oh nothing, I just can’t be in a good mood?” you asked with a smile, which she knew hid a secret behind it. She narrowed her eyes and sighed “fine. But one day, I will get it out of you.” She walked away taking the box with her. “Don’t forget to go through that and price everything! I should still have the book under the counter!” you called out as you walked over to the coffee shop.

“There she is,” an older more cracking voice called out. You set the box down behind the counter and turned smiling at the older gentleman. “Mr. Zukowski! Good morning! How is the coffee and muffin today?” you grinned asking a bit louder so he could hear you. “Good, good, thank you. You seem busy, I won’t hold you up. I just wanted to tell you, the weeds out front are looking a little tall, I could take care of those for you.” He smiled politely. You let a small laugh slip out as you came around the counter, “Mr. Zukowski, I’ve told you before, you help me out by making sure my coffee and muffins taste perfect. Now, I’ll have Zach bag up a couple of muffins for you to take home, and tell Mrs. Zukowski, I’ll be by this afternoon to check on your guys garden okay? I don’t want you back out there after your accident last time okay?” you nodded to him. “I’ll call someone to come and take care of those darn weeds okay?” you helped him back to his seat so he could finish his breakfast and finish reading the paper.

“You are so sweet, thank you dear.” Mr. Zukowski smiled and patted your hand as he sat down. You smiled at him before going back over to the counter. “Every day, I don’t get how you do it. That man drives me crazy,” Zach told you as you opened the box. “Zach, it’s people like the Zukowski’s that made this sweet little town, just the way it is, perfect. Now, help me with these fall decorations.” You smiled. After getting everything-and everyone where they belonged, you finally had a minute to check your phone.

‘Why good morning, I thought you were never going to text me back’ Jensen texted back right after you’d sent good morning. ‘Sorry, it’s been a busy morning at the shop, now I have some weeds to pull, a garden to check on and I need to do a supply order, do you realize how much I hate ordering supplies. I wish there was this magical little button I could click and bam. All the supplies I need-ordered’ you sent back with a face palming emoji.

Jensen began typing a response then stopped, then the dots came back again. You laughed at his constant typing-deleting-retyping thing he always did. ‘So, if I could spare your attention for a moment, I took a photo this morning and I wanted to get your opinion on it before I post it on Instagram, so do you have time?’ he asked with a heart emoji. You sent back a thumbs up with a smiley face, ‘For your photos Jay, I always have time. Let me see it.’ You sat back in your office chair and smiled as he texted the photo.

It was of his lake house, just a side view though, from the front porch. The photo was capturing the early morning sunrise with silhouette of trees against the lake. You stared, mesmerized by the photo, wishing you had a large cup of coffee and were curled up in a warm sweater there on the front porch chair, watching the water as you drank your coffee. ‘Whoa…..that is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G, have you posted that yet?!’ you texted back instantly.

A few moments passed before you had a notification from Instagram, Jays Photography had posted a new photo, with the caption, “Sure missing a near and dear friend this morning, this one is for her.” Two red hearts followed the caption and your heart beat just a tad faster as you liked the photo and replied “What a lucky friend. Photo is incredible. I’m sure she loves it,” you sent the comment and got back to work.

As the day went on you and Jensen texted back and forth, talking about anything and everything you could want. Business picked up in the afternoon so you’d quickly found yourself busy with customers; meanwhile Jensen had found himself busy as well.

Jensen had met up with Misha, Vicki, Jared, and Gen and was having dinner all together. “So listen, Vicki and I have been talking and why don’t we all go on a little vacation?” Misha asked the group as they all smiled. “That sounds so wonderful, I can have my mom watched the kiddos and we can be ready to go by the weekend. Where were you thinking of going?” Gen asked setting her fork down so she could take a sip of the strong red wine her and Jared were drinking.

“Well, we want to go somewhere off the map, a small little town where we can relax and not be bothered by anyone.” Misha told her. Gen nodded after taking a bite of her salad, “There’s the cutest little town I found while googling the other day! We could go there!! It’s like 6-7 hours from here!” she smiled pulling up the name of the town on google.

The group agreed, the entire time Jensen had remained quiet though, he had been waiting on you to text him back. When you finally did, a grin broke out across his face. “What are you grinning about?” Jared asked as he tried to take a peek at Jensen’s phone. “Nothing, I’m just texting a friend of mine.” Jensen told him. “Come on Jay, you tell me everything, except for what feels like the last 6 months where you’ve been texting someone and not saying a word about it to me. Who is it?” Jared asked again.

“You never told him about Y/N??” Misha asked popping his head up between the two of them. “Y/N?? Who’s Y/N????” Jared asked before yanking the phone away and began reading through the messages. Jensen glared at him and tried to snatch it back quickly. “What the fuck man! Give that back! It’s mine!” Jared finally gave it back after Jensen had jumped and tried to reach it. “Dude, you need to meet this chick, you guys sound really interested in each other.” He told his best friend, but Jensen glared at him “My cell phone is private, you gonna blurt out anything else?? This girl actually means something to me,” Jensen shook his head and walked off, he’d walk himself home.

You had just gotten out of the shower when you grabbed your phone, laid down on your bed and texted Jensen again. ‘Okay, finally, we have time to chat, sorry I’ve been super busy with work lately, things are changing and it’s all a little much for me to handle on my own.’ You texted back. A few minutes later Jensen texted back ‘hey 😊 don’t work yourself to hard okay? Believe me, I’m sure my ex-wife has a few stories she could share about how much I worked on my previous job, even though she worked too but that’s beside the point. I’m glad you’re finally able to relax for the night. What did you have for dinner?’ he sent back with another smiley face.

You laughed and texted the picture of the take out menu, ‘my favorite Chinese place, it’s quick, easy and on my way home from work, plus they have the most amazing egg rolls in the entire world. I love them so much,’ Jay sent a message back a few moments later with two laughing faces. ‘Lucky, I love Chinese, I had dinner with a few friends of mine.’ The conversation carried on until you passed out mid-text. Jensen waited for ten minutes until he finally realized you’d fell asleep. He smiled, wondering if anything would you be able to meet some day? Would you like him, not because he is an actor and made lots of money but because he preferred chocolate syrup over his strawberry ice cream? Or how about the way he watches movies, a medium popcorn, because the small isn’t big enough to share, and it always disappears before the movie starts and the large is too big, way to much salt and butter; two candy choices, a sweet and a sour, both enhance and cancels the salty popcorn, as well as a large soda. How about how he cooks, slow, but to perfection, and there’s always a meat, potato, and vegetable. He was more worried you were just interested in the fame, not for who he really was. But maybe this trip would help him clear his head some.

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slidewhistlebj · 4 years

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TUA Season 2 is finally here! I think it was a really cool season with some really awesome potential, but there are some parts that I think really didn’t work and this is how i think they should have been fixed

(Spoilers for Season 2 of the Umbrella Academy. Obviously)

i think landing the siblings in different years was amazing, they got time to explore themselves and we could see their personalities through what they did

On the other hand, they didnt devote enough time to those storylines so it never felt like they had a solid purpose (for most of the siblings), it was more to show “time has passed”

How did Luther end up boxing under a gangster? How is he adjusting to no dad, no academy?? He was alone on the moon, He was left behind by his siblings in the academy, now he is alone and in a whole other *time* like i wanna hear about that!

Klaus has mansion and a cult and had a girlfriend benefactor lady?? Like: lets get into that! if the show wants humor that can be amazing

but it can also be really interesting and deep for exploring klaus’s need for both personal space (physically and somewhat emotionally) yet also his need for positive attention from whoever will give it to him!

More on that alone now track: the opening scene with their fighting was built to get us hyped

it fucking worked, that shit was amazing

but along with wishing that we saw more of their individual stories, i wish some of their growth had been gradual

like Klaus should have been showing off ghost stuff with his cult which is part of why they follow him which would set up his new ability to summon and conjure multiple ghosts at a time

instead of it being a throw away scene at the end where he gets caught

or Diego could have been shown in his ‘alone in dallas’ storyline to be trying to escape multiple times from the asylum and in that, figuring out his ability to start affecting other peoples shots at him, etc

Stuff like that would have been a great way to both dive into the characters *and* ramp up their abilities

Moving onto The Commission who i absolutely love so so much

Hell yeah u funky lil time-space assassins

I think that the Handler should have stayed dead

her return to the show while awesome (because she is played so well by her actress) continues this problem for the show of seemingly running in place where things dont have consequences like they should

I also think her return made a very campy feel to certain parts which is fine, the story should have fun! but it doesnt fit with the vibe very well with the other more serious plots

Imagine a storyline where the Handler is replaced by Carmichael, a competent replacement with no close personal relationship to Five

A head to head show down throughout the season of Five trying to outthink and outwit Carmichael and Commission Agents to get a briefcase

The misdirects!

The drama!

The action sequences and reveals!

More Screen Time for the Cool Ass Talking Fish 2k20!

All of which culminates in the board of directors scene but now with real weight behind it for the audience because we have been watching these two face off with one another for a season of build up

LET FIVE EAT THE FISH!

Giving that scene to the handler was the worst part of the whole season, u cant change my mind bros

This would also open up Lila to be more of her own person

Her storyline would change without the Handler there so that instead of being actively manipulated by the Handler, she has gone rogue from the commission to kill Five for her parents deaths due to previous planning and programming from her mother

(its only been 14 days for Five, a very normal turn around for him to desert, have the Handler tell Lila her version of the story, get killed, and have Lila get ready to take him down)

its generally the same plot, but Lila is more in the drivers seat

Going from tagging along with Diego in the hopes that Five returns for him to questioning some of her commitment to her mission as she spending time with them, etc

it could culminate in a reveal of her mother to Five and Diego and then a redemption where she helps them get a case from Carmichael in someway, looping her into the main plot in an important way with generally the same story

but skipping the pretty basic “obviously evil character is obviously evil but hero doesn't see it” trope that they fell into

I think that Luther’s arc in this season was awesome 10/10 gold standard

he was still him, but this storyline showcases the softer side of his loyalty and lets him grow from season 1 mistakes which is everything I hoped for

Comforting Vanya? Check

Being there for Five? Check

Being a voice of reason but still being a dumbass? Cheeeeeck

Diegos arc this season fell flat for me which was hard because he was such a main part of the plot

This whole season had a build-up trying to break down Diego’s need to be a hero (which they turned to a fucking 11 from last season?? he was not *this* intense last season, im not quite sure why they made the switch), telling him that he isnt / cant be the hero

I assumed this was leading to Diego having a big moment or sacrifice that proved that hero or not, he cares and the effort that he puts into all of these different things matters

But it just didnt??

He didnt stop the president from being assassinated, he didnt save vanya, at the farm he got trapped under a tractor

it just felt like the point was “haha see he isnt a hero”

which,,,,,,okay? What the point of that??

His involvement with the Commision was weird too, i didnt care for him being a part of that storyline very much, it just didnt add anything

Allison’s arc was just on the edge of greatness for me

it was an awesome choice to put in her in a position where she wasnt treated equally and show exactly what kind of person she is by how she fights back

her not using her rumors also seems very genuine and character based here like: 10/10 character motivations and work

My one complaint, like with just about all the partners in this season, is that she fell in love with a man and just had to leave him

which makes sense and they talk about it but like: she loves him, its hard to picture someone as loving and loyal as Allison just leaving her husband behind forever

Klaus’s arc just needed more *time*

He is a hella deep character but all of his story lines needed more time to be able to address that complexity

Show us more of the cult and his ghost powers being used there to trick and amaze and how he has been handling being cut off from the family again

I,,,,,,I understand,,,dave’s storyline

I get the time period

but fuck

that just hurts

I think Klaus not trying to rekindle his relationship with a younger Dave, but trying to protect him from the war was an amazing angle and it needed more time to get the full punch of klaus pulling out all the stops to save him but failing to really land it

Five

My Son

My Trash Boy

I feel like his job as ‘leader of the stop the apocalypse’ movement is good but that was his whole story this time around

He should have gotten more to play off of with the Commission (*cough cough* Carmichael) in his fight to get a briefcase instead of what felt like 10 hours of Five trying to herd his siblings and them just fucking up in someway or another

Five and Older Five was a cool dynamic and im glad they brought him in but again, it just felt like another long storyline attempt that didnt have a purpose as they ended the scene without the case or anything new

Ben’s arc was,,,,,strange

I love Ben and i think his interplay with Klaus is really cool!

But the writers made him fall in love which someone so they could give him a reason to want to possess Klaus which i feel like didnt need to happen

The possession was a good part of the season and could have been taken to some awesome places

It was rough and the ‘consent’ wasnt run entirely well but i think the possession is supposed to be on the line and not quite black and white

its Ben asking to take control of Klaus! That can be conflict! Thats good stuff right there! Ben is selfish! so is Klaus! thats a cool story to get into between them and see how they try to work it out

Ben wanting to connect with his other siblings after the small taste of being corporeal that he got and pushing Klaus for more and more of that freedom into possession territory would be A+ shit

and Finally: Vanya!

I think most amnesia plots are lazy and just a way to stall progress and reset a character so you can run a very similar plot again but this one seemed to genuinely grow Vanya’s character, even when she remembered

She definitely has more personality in this season

And while shes quiet, thats just who she is, she isnt as afraid to take space and speak up which is awesome!

And this stays when she gets her memory back which is very good, i dont want to see backsliding for no reason! Give me growth!

I have two complaints about her storyline though

First Sissy and Harlan

I love both of them and I think they are really cool characters!

Theyre pretty similar to vanya season 1, taking whatever is thrown at them which places Vanya in a more assertive position where she wants to protect them which i loved!

but their ending doesn't sit entirely right with me, just like Raymonds

These characters are in love and they all just leave each other so that the siblings can have a clean, no characters permanently added slate for the next season

it just makes me tired and i really want season 3 to have little to no romance if the only way the show can go about it is to do a love interest per season

My second problem gets its own section because it is the culmination of everything else i have said

episode ten

Vanya is strong af so any writer that wants big final fight needs to very carefully weigh out how to give each sibling their appropriately sized struggle so they get equal ability to contribute

Instead of doing that though, they did my least favorite trope: Evil Character secretly can do everything the heros can but better and without a problem or ***training***

It meant that they could do whatever they wanted with throwing commission agents at them because Luther, Allison, and Klaus were completely added on just to react to things

Five sort of got to do some fighting (<3 thats my lil geriatric 13 year old) but it was minor, he was mainly there to very obviously turn back time when the big bad shoot out happened

Diego got the most to do out of the siblings and it was suddenly knowing a new ability and doing it a little bit

I dont want a final fight to be trying to woo a bad guy to the good side because theyre too strong to fight

I want there to be stakes and drama as the siblings show off exactly what the season was all about, what they learned, how they grew together and apart, etc and to take down the big bad which could have very easily been the united front of the Commission instead of 18% Vanya, 15% Harlan, 30% Lila and the Handler, 20% the Swede(s), etc

Lila’s turn to good could have been to help them sneak attack the commission, maybe in their base so as to shrink the fighting to manageable bites for each character?

That would have allowed five’s killing of the board to draw the fighting to a close, a hard decision for him as he is trying to move away from killing but does so to save his family, always to save his family :’(

Luther could protect his siblings from hits like they showed at the beginning in a way that mirrors how he has been doing that emotionally all season

etc etc etc for all of the siblings so that they each get to show off and have their moment in the spotlight as heros

I loved the season even though i just ranted for like 3 pages, and it has some of the best one liners and line readings ever (”Thats where you come in Five” “Nope. No it isnt”) I just wish that some parts of it had been given some more thought / care so they could really show of the amazing cast, effects, sets, etc without writing in the way

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-Hello to anyone reading. This is my first time writing something and putting it out for the world to see. That being said, I would love any constructive criticism you have to give me. Thank you for any support you may give me, I cant thank you enough xoxo ~H -

I remember the day as if it were yesterday; the day you crossed the unimaginable line.

I thought we had everything, I thought I was your everything.

2 MONTHS AGO

"Hey sunshine, just calling to let you know I wont be able to make it home this time. I'm sorry, the label has me doing something that I'm not sure is a good idea but they say it will help me in the long run." He sighs at the end, I imagine him palming his forehead.

"Look, I need you to listen to me when I tell you that you are everything to me, you make me want to become the best version of myself. During the months we have been together I have seen the best and worst side of you and I'm not running, promise. I want you to be mine forever, do you hear me? Just remember that." Harry expelled.

You were a little worried, seeing as you two had been together for a little over nine months and it was extremely rewarding. The time apart has always been different to the other relationships she had been in the past but with Harry it seemed like more than she had ever received from the previous men.

As a surgical intern you work countless hours and never really get more than a few hours to yourself, so when you met Harry you really never saw it going anywhere. You were just too happy for your own good, openly expressing your life to perfect strangers and expecting them all to be accepting of who you are.

* 9 MONTHS AGO*

The hospital you worked at allotted 80 hours a work week and as hopeful as you may be feeling, there is a little voice in the back of your head telling you not to go bar hopping. "Just one drink and then water." you emphasize to your good friend Mike, the bartender.

"Vodka soda coming right up, Dr. Demanding." He chuckles. You turn around in the chair and stare at all the fellow drunks, looking for your intern comrades who should be here by now.

Although you dont find your friends, you spot a very handsome, familiar face coming toward you. Admiring the face across from you, you decide to take the first step following by the downing of your vodka soda. " You dont seem to be familiar with the very famous bar here in town so you must not be from around here," you tease, holding out your hand to shake. "I'm [Y/N]. Not to sound weird but have we met before?" You get a very bold feeling of deja vu but laugh it off. "I'm sorry, my friends are supposed to be here by now and I'm socially handicapped, sometimes I dont know when to stop talking." Now you're just rambling at the breathtaking man in front of you and feeling red in the cheeks.

"Its alright love, I sometimes feel socially handicapped around exquisite women such as yourself. Actually, that sounded like you're one of hundreds but I-- what I meant to say was that, you seem a little lonely. Can I buy you a drink?" He rambles, tugging at his jacket.

"I am only allowed one drink, I know it sounds weird but I'm on a ticking time bomb, you see this?" You pull out your pager, "any moment this thing will go off and I have to skip back to work like a dreamy little school girl but inside I am dying of starvation, need a beer and twenty hours sleep." You just keep spitting up word vomit and your face is permanently pink but you just cant stop because what if it gets quiet? Now that's when it gets awkward.

"I don't think we have ever met because I'd remember you" Harry confirms, looking you up and down your shapely body. "What do you do for a living that has you on such a tight leash?" Taking a sip of his beer, he stands up and walks next to the chair you're sitting in.

"Surgical intern, Dr. [Y/L/N] at your service, sir." You cant help but crack a little bit of the tension you have building up in your stomach while talking to him but that doesn't stop you from staring him in the eyes and trying your best to flirt.

The aura around him is too intoxicating, too much to handle without trying to add a little humor in the mix. "I like it when you call me sir, Dr. [Y/L/N] but how long have you been a doctor? I'd love to get to know you before you have to leave me." He articulates, trying to captivate her attention.

"I love my job but it has been a long winded road, it feels like years but I've only been a real doctor for a little over two months. It takes a lot out of me but that is why I'm glad I have two great friends who I can lean on. We keep each other afloat and they're also my roommates. I don't know where I would be without them." All of that poured out of my mouth before I had the chance to cork it but I couldn't help telling him something about myself that was at least surface level.

He just seems like an eerie case of the best illusion I've ever seen. I cant help but shake the feeling that I've known him all my life, like telling him the ins-and-outs of my life wouldn't be detrimental to my health.

"Now tell me something about yourself. For starters maybe your name? I've never seen you here before and I'm here all the time so I'm pretty good at knowing who is an out of towner, and I don't know how much time I have left." You're trying to get to know him and that is so unlike you. Having had boyfriends in the past, you were never the one asking the questions or wanting to get to know them more than a few dates and drinks. The longest relationship you have ever had was two months and you two went to high school together.

"Hi I'm Harry, and I don't know how much longer I get to sit next to you so please can I have your number, sunshine? I would love to take you for dinner sometime soon." Harry is going out on a whim asking for your phone number but keeps going, "From what I have gathered you are a very busy woman and I admire that, love it even. I know this sounds crazy but I feel like I know you already and I have never felt that with another person so please give me a chance, I will work around your schedule. I dont care what it--" he is stopped when your pager goes off as an emergent patient being admitted, all hands on deck you assume.

"Sunshine, huh? I like it." You wink at him and ask Mike for a pen so you can scrawl your number on a napkin and thank Harry for a very pleasant chat. It was good to know that he felt for you, as you did him after just meeting the man, and his nickname for you was adorable.

For the next two weekends you spent getting to know Harry on a personal note. He told you he loved writing music, performing and was already an amazing talent. Harry showed you his latest music and you wondered how you hadn't connected the dots sooner. You knew he was a very private person, as he told you on your first date.

(FLASHBACK)

"I'd love to get to know your friends, and see what kind of person you are. I can't wait to know you but I just want you to know that I can't have a lot of people knowing what is going on in my personal life." He sighs, you two sat down at dinner and he couldn't help but spit out what he wanted to tell you when you first met. "I don't want to sound pretentious or come off as someone who cares about his appearance to others but I have to tell you that I make music for a living and have quite the lot of fans. Screaming fans to be exact, " he chortles, asking the waiter for a bottle of wine to start off, "but I can't help but love them all. They made my career but I have to remain a private person. I adore my fans but they are very protective and I don't want our relationship to struggle because of a few of them saying unkind things." He grabs your hand and looks you in the eyes, trying to make you understand the reason for privacy.

"I've never met anyone like you Harry and I meet a lot of people on the regular. You have this way about you that draws me in and I want to get to know you. If that means that I cannot post my gushing about you on social media, so be it. I really like you and would like to know who you are." You declare, hoping he understands that he as a person means more than everyone understanding her lifestyle choices.

(END OF FLASHBACK)

Tonight was the night you knew you wanted to understand him on an even more personal level. You knew that the way you felt for him wasn't a normal crush, wasn't even a normal type of love. You knew he had the power to hurt you if he wished to do so but that was so far in the back of your mind. He meant so much to you already that it didn't matter you two were keeping your relationship a secret from most of the world, apart from a select few. It was the best date of them all, Harry cooked you and your best friends dinner so when you got off work, dinner was on the table. He was always so thoughtful of your needs and you thought it was the time to prioritize his.

"Take me to bed Harry." You whimper, "I want you."

*7 MONTHS LATER*

Things were hectic in your life but that was the way they always were but now it seemed like days stretched past 24 hours and turned into a marathon sprint that never ended.

The day Harry unmistakably broke you was the day that sleep had everything on you. Going for days on end was something you were accustomed to but after he cut you deeper than you could ever be, sleep seemed to be your only friend.

You thought you knew him better than anyone. He was your Harry, your everything, even your person maybe?

But when his decision to take his career to the next step interfered in your relationship, your life; that was the day to call it quits no matter the devastation. He may have been your soulmate but maybe, just maybe it wasn't right. The timing, the place of it all was just too much. Your life just didn't have room for much else, especially someone who was willing to hurt you unimaginably and not walk away in order to lessen the blow.

*2 WEEKS BEFORE THE INEVITABLE *

That was two hours ago and within those two hours you knew it was best to stay off your phone. You keep telling yourself to not look for anything leading you to clues about his voice mail. It wasn't like him to express his feelings over the phone, he was an in person 'declare-my-love-for-you' type of man so when you listened to it you thought it was best to stay off your phone.

Trailing off to the shower in pursuit of getting to work, you hear your phone's inescapable shrill from your bedroom and decide to opt away from contact to that thing.

As soon as you leave for work is when your heart stops, skips a few beats and then plummets into your stomach.

"Harry Styles in a relationship with Camille Rowe? That is the best thing I have heard all week. The star tells us that they met months ago and kept it a secret in order to get to know each other. We cant wait for updates on their relationship. Now on to the juic--" That's all you can hear for the rest of the day, ringing in your mind like it is an announcement on the P.A. at work for all to hear.

You knew that was the end of everything. Devastation didn't even hit the mark, it was like everything in the world was on fast forward and you were still trying to get through the commercials. Nothing made sense any more, the glass was no longer half full. It was completely drained and then smashed on the ground into a million little pieces. That was how her whole body felt, like it was just shattered on the ground, irreparable.

The damage was done and there was nothing holding you back from wailing like a siren in front of all of the patients waiting for surgery, but your best friends always had your back. Making sure you eat during lunch and taking you to the bar at the end of your shift so you can drink the bottle dry.

Just shy of a half hour sitting at the bar was when you were cut-off by Harry running into the bar rambling about how he thought they were spinning the tabloids another way.

"I thought they were going to report that we just met and were already dating, I would have never let them ruin what we had by saying I knew her while you and I were together. I told them exactly what to say! I don't even know her, we just met." He jumbles his sentences trying to get hold of his clear message.

You stand up from your seated position and start motioning for him to join you outside. Once out there, you decide what is best moving forward.

"While we were together?" You scoff, trying to be as civil as can be under your obvious exhaustion, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

"At least you said something truthful in the last two minutes you decided to interrupt my break. Yes, you and I are no longer together. Honestly we should have never started something, our careers couldn't be more opposite and honestly I cannot afford to ruin my career over someone who wants to build his on lies. So thank you for what we had but from now on I would like to move forward, away from you." You keep talking in order to get your point across, hoping that when all is said and done there will be closure on both ends.

You know that Harry does care for you but in these last twenty four hours you've learned is that maybe you can't have it all. Maybe happily-ever-afters are only for the imagination.

Maybe life throws things at you so you can overcome them but there are times like these when she wonders what the message is supposed to be?

Is there a message?

That you can have one person in your life that should be your forever but just cant fit in there?

"I know we never said it but I do love you, I think I always will but we can't make it fit. The time we spent together was great and I hope there is a lesson in there somewhere. I can only believe that closure is what we need now." She grabs on to his shoulder and goes in for a hug to end the conversation but he pulls back,"How could you think that we need closure? What we need is each other. I need you, in my life with me forever. You are always going to be the only one for me, I just know it." He grabs on to her and holds for dear life, hoping that he can convey her to stick it out for them both.

"I know what I'm feeling is selfish because I never want to hurt you but my career is part of my life and I can't run away from who I am but I want you in my life, always. I will never stop loving you." Harry pulls away and looks in her eyes with tears in his," I cannot fathom a life without my sunshine. Maybe the timing is wrong but cant we make it right?"

[Y/N] pulls away, trying to compose herself and make the most rational decision. She needs to think about her life and what she needs, not anyone else. "Harry Styles, while being with you was the best rollercoaster ride of my life, and if I could stay on forever I would do so; I have to get off. I need to pull away for the sake of my head and heart. Being with you makes me happy but when it interferes with my work, which is saving lives, I have to be on one hundred percent all the time. You have clouded my thoughts and judgement, and while being a star is part of who you are, being a doctor is me so I cannot give up who I am. Sometimes maybe love isn't enough?" By this point you can't hold back the sobs you have held in since you knew the inevitable truth and holding them back would be foolish, so you let them come.

Harry tries to grab onto you with the little strength he has left from crying and lack of sleep. "I cannot let you get away. You are my everything! I canno--" he tries to catch his breath in between the racks of his heart," please, please do not leave me [Y/N]. We can make this work. I love you and that is enough, it is enough for me. Please." Harry whispers the last part, crouching in front of you and trying to hold you to him.

"It isn't enough for the both of us Harry, and you know it." You're trying to hold back until you can be alone. All you want is to crawl in bed and become dead to the world because that's how you feel right about now. " I will always love you and maybe one day that love will be enough but right now I just don't see how that is possible Harry. I can't rationalize what is happening in our relationship and tell you that we will make it through it. The best thing to do is cut our ties before we start to resent each other." You take one last breath, looking at your friends inside the bar. You signal to them that you're leaving, and say the one thing that you know will hurt the most.

"I can't try anymore to be with you so this is my goodbye. I wish you the best Harry, I really do." In the middle of all this you had a death grip on his hands but now is the time to walk away from one of the best things to happen to you. As gut wrenching as it is, the best thing for the both of them was to move on. Worry about the time in their career when it is at the peak so as hurtful as it is, she knows that she is doing what's best.

You pull away from his grasp, looking down at him kneeling on the ground and kiss his forehead. "I love you." You whisper through tears.

All you can hear behind you is wails of sirens, drunk people cheering on the football game inside but the one thing that is the loudest is Harry's cries. As soon as you walk away you break down into a blubbering mess. Your friends catch up after you, while looking at the mess you and Harry made behind. You can hear Harry's cries of desperation and the only thing your heart is telling you to do is 'go back, go back to him' but you know it's not logical.

If it is meant to be you will make it work at a better time. Things will come together and make sense one day but not when her mind is a fuzzy mess. Maybe weeks, months or years later she will understand what it means to have love be enough. It has to mean something right?

Good byes may hurt but sometimes they are unsurpassable. Sometimes they come barreling into your life totally unexpected and ruin something you thought could be forever.

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snoewolf · 4 years

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Im not good at blogging.

I always assume its not worth posting and just dont do it.

Ive been pretty depressed lately. Bae has been amazing and trying to help me through it.. but sometimes.. theres nothing even he can do to make me feel better.

My birthday came and went, its always hard for me the week of my birthday ever since my exhusband served me divorce and child custody papers on said birthday. Its been a couple years, and nothing bad has happened since then.. but it still haunts me.. like im waiting on the next shoe to drop or something.

I keep catching myself treating Bae really bad even when he doesnt do anything to deserve it. He is amazing to me, and does everything for me literally treating me like a Queen. He loves my children like his own and actually interacts with them.. what more could i ask for? But when i get into these depths.. i feel myself treating him unfairly based on what happened to me in my previous relationship. He handles it well, but i know hes just as tired of it as I am.

Still no further on getting my child support from my ex.. which really sucks. I ended up having to drop out of school. They offered for me to go back in a few months.. but theres no way im going to be able to afford it. Im already working double to try to make up for how behind on my bills its made me since i started the program. This saddens me, but im trying to think of it positively.. i wasnt really happy once i was in the program and saw how hospital employees are treated... and treat each other.

My current job is amazing and works with my schedule when possible and i am so thankful for the opportunity. But. It doesnt pay very well for the amount of time im away from my kids to do said work. (How does america expect a single parent to live on $9/hr without any kind of help?!) I cant even afford rent, let along car/phone/electricity/gas/ whatever else comes with renting. My credit isnt good enough to buy anything not to mention wouldnt be approved simply for how many cobwebs are in my bank account.

SO ive been looking for a second job, or a better paying job. I found a second job that pays better.. and offers health insurance! Ive been looking for months and finally got a call for an interview. It happened to be on my day off. How great is that?! So of course i went, theyre paying amazingly! I got there and along with 4 other people, they start showing us around. I thought that was weird.. ive had interviews with this company before and never was shown around the whole place.. but i just accepted it because ive never had an interview with this specific location. We go to the back and im ready for the interview! They start handing us company vests and work tools... im a little confused until they had out schedules. I got the job! Wait... this isnt an interview.. this is orientation! Oh snap! What am i suppose to tell my current job?! Luckily my current job hadnt put out the next weeks schedule yet so i was able to alert my manager as soon as i got out of the building.

Unfortunately, she was not happy. Granted, had it been up to me.. i would have much rathered given a heafty warning.. i dont like to leave any job on bad terms (and so far havent 🤞🏻) so i let my manager know im being trained for this second job for the next two weeks and i cant mess with those days but it doesnt effect my current job at all this week.. which is all i have a schedule for.. she doesnt think she should have to work around another jobs schedule when i worked here first.. i agree.. but.. in my shoes.. this other job is a better opportunity for -me-, for -my- bills for -my- family. So she told me she fixed it for the next two weeks but wasnt happy about it.

Sooooo.

Im now working the next 14 days straight and even at two jobs in the same day.. 🤦🏻‍♀️ im gonna hate myself for sure. But! My daughters birthday is next week and i need to buy her more than the only gift i currently have for her. And Christmas is right around the corner! I need to catch up my car payment and keep my phone bill current and not late... not to mention gymnastics/dance/and boyscouts that i dont want to take away from my kids because its not their fault im poor.

So luckily today hasnt been too awkward at my job but i did tell Bae that depending on how petty they decide to be over the next two weeks depends on if i keep 2 jobs or focus solely on the new one that pays so much better. So. We'll see. Id like to have both at least until Christmas so i can get some presents under my tree.

I guess thats as good of an update as i got currently. Whoopwhoop.

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kyovtani · 3 years

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ASKS

hey babies! i’ve decided to answer the asks about back to life one and two like this because ive received so so so many and you guys blew me away so answering every single one of them is the least i can do to show you guys just how grateful i am. thank you so much for giving both parts SO much love, i love and appreciate you guys and the support you’re constantly sending my way with my whole entire heart <33

BYE THE FIC IS SO GOOD SO FAR. MY ANXIETY THO FROM THE ENDING, LIKE PLS KYO REALIZE THE MCS ANXIETY PLS DONT GO OUT WITH SORA PLEASE PLEASE HE SEEN HOW SHE DIDNT LOOK OKAY WHEN HE CAME IN PLEASE REALIZE HER ANXIETY PLEASE

– THANK YOU SO SO MUCH BABY !! this was the very first ask about back to life and it’s honestly the cutest thing ever! I hc Kyoutani to be rally understanding of things like anxiety and depression, generally mental health so that’s why it was easy for him to understand the reader’s situation and mindset!

BACK TO LIFE!!!!!!!! MY HEART!!!!!?! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SO GOOD!!!!! i was really excited when you started posting about it!! i can't wait for part 2, i wanna know how they fix this!

AAAH !! thank you so much for the love and support baby!!!! I really hope you enjoyed part 2 just as much, sending you lots of smooches MWAH

OH MY GOD THE KYO FIC IS AMAZING

THANK YOU SO MUCH BABY !!!!!

OH MY GOD YOUR KYOUTANI FIC HAS ME ACTUALLY FROTHING I LOVE IT SM

IM NOT KIDDING WHEN I SAY THAT MY JAW ACTUALLY DROPPED AT THE LAST COUPLE PARAGRAPHS AS WELL I CANT WAIT FOR PART 2

AAAH YOU GUYS !!! this made me so happy !!! thank you so much and I hope part two met your expectations and you enjoyed the ending MWAH!!

HOLY FUCK THAT KYOUTANI FIC WHEW IT WAS SO SO GOOD IM SO EXCITED FOR PART 2

thank you for the food <33

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE AND SUPPORT BABY !!!

YOUR KYOTANI FIC AHHHHHHH my heart can’t handle this

I AM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT BABY !!!

OW THE END ON BACK TO LIFE HURTED THOUGH GDFGHJDFHJRY

Was overwhelmed by the hurty that I forgot to say how much I ADORE your characterization of Kyoutani. fdjkhgjkgdr

THANK YOU SO MUCH !! honestly- that means the world to me, probably the best compliment you can give me :((

Back to life was so good OMG 😳😳 HELLO??? You're amazing

Thank you so much, my love! it honestly is everything to me when you guys tell me such sweet things I love you so much MWAH!!

the new fic did not help me with my insecurities now i’m just frustrated and insecure. great writing tho.

honestly- same. when I wrote this, I lit indulgent every bit of my mind working into this fic and thats why it means so much to me ?? so youre not alone, my love; but thank you so much <33

The way I panicked at the end of the fic thinking there wasn’t gonna be more to it, holy shi that fox was so good I almost cried thinking they were just gonna end things like that 🥺🥺🥺🥺

I’d NEVER end a fic like that- I hate bad endings and cannot stand cliffhangers but the formatting didn't give me another choice im sorry for the heart attack baby kfhflashsj but am glad you liked it!

@au-roraaa said: ZADE I WAS NEVER A KYO FUCKER BUT I THINK YOUVE CONVERTED ME HOLY FUCKSJFJSJDJSN

THIS IS MY JOB AT THIS POINT I WANT YOU ALL TO TURN INTO KYOU FUCKERS KSSSOH

UR THE BEST WRITER WTF?? WHEN DO U THINK PART TWO WOULD BE UP... and does kyoutani flirt with sora 😣💔

YOU GUYS- NOOO- pls my heart made a loop :(( I love you so much :(( thank you baby and I think now you know what he does with sora MWAH

@kawakuto said: hi hi zade!🤩 (ajdjs idk if you remember me but i moved main blogs and I was @/gukooky before LOL) THE KYOUTANI FIC ANDJWNS I DIDNT EXPECT THE END WAHHHH🥺🥺 it was so well written omg I loved it!! (wtf kyoutani, you said we were going slow what if I wasn’t ready to call u my boyfriend wtffff😔😔 pain.)

AAAAH OFC I DO REMMEBER !! hope youre doing well baby !!! and thank you SO much for your sweet words, I honestly appreciate them so much :((<33

pls I’m in love with your writing. You write kyoutani so well so now I’ll always be grabbing at any crumbs you send my way 🥵

thank you so so so much baby!!!! these kinda words always hit me right at the heart, I appreciate them so much and I love you sm much

bb i love ur kyoutani fic sm :(( ur rlly so talented <33 i look forward to pt 2 ^3^

thank you so much baby, sending a smooch your way mwah

zade that kyoutani piece im in so much pain why would u do this to me 💔💔💔💔

believe me when I say It hurt me even more than you </3

I just finished reading part 2 and it waS SO GOODAJSFHJLFG you did amazing!! (n˘v˘•)¬

THANK YOU SO MUCH BABY !!!

Hi! New nonnie coming through :) First time I'm writing something because I'm such a nervous wreck but I just had to

THE FIC WAS SO GOOD THE VIBES ARE CHEFS KISS. IT WAS SO GOOD I LITERALLY DROOLED I CAN NOT GET OVER IT !

Mister kyotani pls rail me thanks 🐱

THANK YOU AAAH YOURE SO CUTE !!! I truly appreciate this with my whole entire heart so thank you so much baby, hope you have a good one mwah

Wait did he do anything with Sora?

nope!! they just went to the party together but in my mind he didn’t even hug her and she didn’t try anything else, too, simply bc she knew how in love he is with reader!!

YOUR MINDDDDD!! THE KYOU FIC WAS SOOOO GOOOD!! Omg i hope you do a part 3 😭😭

i have a Little sequel which is really really soft but I'd love to write some more for it!

@soranihimawari said: Part 1 & 2 with kyoutani was amazing as always Zade! I really liked the ending. This was such a fun read. I was wondering who’s else would be sharing the apartment with Kyoutani. What made you choose tattoo artist Iwa & Oikawa? Those two made me chuckle with the way they came in like that. Hope you have a great day/evening/late night/etc.

✌🏼&💜

—sora—

aaah thank you so so much, baby!! I truly appreciate your sweet words, youre the cutest! regarding your question: You shares an apartment with Iwa, Oikawa and Yahaba (who also works at the tattoo studio!) and i don't know to be really honest- I just like the thought of these three being really good friends so after contemplating whether or not to go with iwaoi or matsuhana, I ended up going with those two dorks! hope you have a good one baby mwah!!

@sakusapetals said: PLEASEE I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH

AAAH THANK YOU SO SO MUCH BABY !!! I LOVE YOU SM

How long did it take you to write the entire two parts? Like wow that’s alot👁👄👁 i adore long fics though

oooh- hm ?? tbh i don't really know ?? I can’t remember ?? I think it took me about a month or like three weeks since I did write it all in one go yk? it was the only WIP I worked on during that time and it felt SO relieving to publish it!

AAAHHH the kyou fic was a masterpiece bb!!! ❤️❤️

thank you so so so much baby!!<33

U LITERLALT WRIYE KYOU THE BEST ABSOLUTE BEST. he’s so aggressive and demanding but he still is willing to show someone special his vulnerability. I LOVE READING STUFF ABOUT HIM FROM U

AAAAH thank you so much- you guys have no idea how much these kinda comments mean to me- I love you so MUCH MWAH

I just read the first part of "back to life" an it had me speechless so many times, almost cried at the end, it's honestly so well written. I'm off to read part two. Have a nice day 🐰

sdoalfsla thank you so much baby! I hope you enjoyed both parts equally as much and thank you for all the love mwah!!<3

Hana is a baddie

SHE IS!! she’s literally the baddest bitch to ever exist ft. saeko ofc but nobody acknowledges it </3

@tonhwa said: I’m in love with the way you write kyoutani pls. Even your previous fics on your old account ( if you don’t mind me mentioning it ) are so fucking amazing. GOSH YOU CHARACTERIZE HIM SO WELL AND THE PLOT IS ALWAYS SO JUICY AND INTERESTING I CANT HELP BUT GO BACK AND READ IT. and then you release this fucking wonderful piece and I feel like it’s my birthday even though it’s already passed LOL ty ily have a wonderful day I’m sobbing tears of happiness

YOU GUYS PLEASE- the fact this made me tear up when I first read it- thank you SO much honestly. knowing you guys enjoy my characterization of my favorite character is honestly everything to me so thank you sm I love you baby have a good one!!<3

I’ve been on this app from high school, and now I’m a college grad. I have to say I’ve never sent a message to anyone I’ve followed. But that tattoo artist! Kyou fic, part 1 and 2 are 😩💕 *chefs kiss* you are one of my favorite writers I’ve ever followed since joining this app. You NEVER disappoint!

-💕 a very satisfied reader

thank you so much baby!! aaah this is honestly so so sweet :(( thank you for taking the time out of your day to send me such a sweet thing, I appreciate it and you so much mwah!!

i gotta say babe THANK YOU FOR THE KYOTANI CONTENT!! muAAAAHH💞💞

NOO THANK YOU GUYS FOR GIVING IT SO MUCH LOVE MWAH!!!

i love kyoutani and he obvs deserves his dick sucked 🤧🤧 but i catch him posting up with other girls I DONT CARE THE SITUATION he gonna catch these hands for a real one 👊🏼👆🏼🤜🏼🥊🥊 kidding 😐😐😐 he’d body me

pls the way this had me chuckling like crazy bc same sajlskjpw he can get mad all he want but he better stay his pretty ass where he is- by my side 😌

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holdin-out-for-a-hero · 4 years

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Creep-FF7 Biggs X Reader Ch.8/?

Summary: you get on the bad side of one of Don Corneo’s men and now you have a target on your back.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is a week late! New chapters will be posted every Saturday, but I’ll try to post more than once a week. Also, it would mean a lot to me if you checked out my last post, it’s important.

"Raise hell," was what Jessie said. A simple, yet effective description of your current mission. Thing is, your team had never been told to raise hell before. Usually, you were told the opposite. In all of your previous missions, it was imperative to not raise hell or else get caught and ruin the mission or worse, lose your life. This was going to be interesting.

The four of you crept around the corner, staring out at the security checkpoint that lay directly in front of you. Something was off about the scene...

"Where are the guards?" Cloud asked. He was right, there wasn't a soul in sight. Even the guard booths appeared empty. Definitely a red flag.

From there the group scurried towards the guard booth, heads ducked just in case there was a troop they had missed. You and your friends crouched against the wall, just below the window and out of sight. Wedge was the first to peer into the booth.

He let out a small scream, and you slapped your hand over his mouth. Cloud grabbed the boy by the wrist and yanked him out of sight. So much for being subtle... But if there were someone outside, they would've been provoked by Wedge's scream. The seconds slipped by painfully slow as your group waited to see if anyone would come looking for the source of the sound, no one did. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, hand falling away from Wedge's mouth.

Biggs looked inside the guard booth himself, noticing the only Shinra troop was either dead or unconscious on the floor. He ducked back down quick.

"Looks like someone beat us here," he said, voice a low growl.

"And I don't think it was Jessie!" Wedge added. Biggs shook his head.

"This had better not get in the way of our plans..."

Cloud slowly stood up, glancing around for any sign of life before looking down at the three people below him.

"It won't," he said simply.

"And you're sure about that?" You asked, scanning your surroundings as you stood up to his level. Once you were completely content that no one was around, you crossed your arms and stared up at the SOLDIER. He only nodded, and you studied his face, unable to read him. "Then let's go."

Biggs noticed your extended glance at the mercenary, and as the four of you moved to your next position, he made sure to slide between you and Cloud.

You couldn't help but notice his proximity as well as the brush of his hand against yours as the two of you walked side-by-side. You wondered if he noticed too. His hand was so close to yours, you could just grab it if you wanted... You mentally slapped yourself, now was not the time or place for a stupid crush.

"Don't see anyone here, what the hell happened?" Biggs asked, taking another glance at his surroundings. The usually heavily-guarded security entrance was lifeless. It was and eerie sight, which he couldn't seem to get over. Something was wrong, and the fact that he didn't know what it was only made his concern grow.

"Jessie's supposed to circling 'round back, right?" Wedge asked, worry lacing his tone. You nodded to him.

As you leaned against the wall that stood just before the warehouse gate, you tried to ready yourself for what would happen next. Sure, there weren't any guards outside the building, but there was no way that would ring true on the inside. There were too many valuable thing in that warehouse, so Shinra probably had a whole militia in there to keep it all safe. As soon as Cloud walked into those gates, all hell would break loose. Just like Jessie wanted.

Biggs went over the plan one last time: The three of you would scale the building to reach a vantage point while Cloud walked through the front. Then, the three of you would use the vantage point to help him out and watch his back. As Biggs explained this, you noticed Cloud's eyes glaze over in contemplation. He wasn't thinking about the mission, though; there was something else plaguing the merc's mind.

Biggs finished speaking, and Cloud still looked shellshocked. His gaze hadn't faltered from the sky in quite a while, which both Biggs and Wedge noticed.

"Cloud?" you asked; he didn't respond. You slowly placed your hand on his shoulder, and he jolted at the contact. You gasped and you pulled your hand away. His gaze met yours, eyes fiery and filled with... fear? Confusion? "You okay?"

He hesitated, glancing at you once more before calming down and returning to his typical stoic demeanor.

"Yeah,"

Just as he spoke, a flare whirred into the sky; Jessie's signal for the plan to commence. So you, Biggs, and Wedge scaled the side of the building, reaching a second floor balcony that ran all the way around the inner courtyard of the warehouse. Cloud stepped through the main gate, and as he did, a few Shinra guards spotted him.

He slashed his way through the troops, effectively causing a stir, which only lead to the dispatch of more troops. You tried your best to make his job easier by taking out a few from your vantage point, as did Biggs and Wedge, but for the most part it looked like Cloud could handle himself. You would expect no less from a former SOLDIER 1st class. But you couldn't forget that look in his eyes... what could possibly be going on in that boy's head?

"Unauthorized intruders in 7-6 annex. All units: proceed to location and neutralize targets."

The automated voice dragged you back into reality, the reality where you had to raise as much hell as possible. All the missions you've been on in the past, you were told to do the exact opposite. Stay as quiet as you can, Dont let anyone see you, if you get caught, you die. So hearing that stupid automated message set off so many alarms in your head. You had to remind yourself that it was gonna be ok, Cloud was the one taking the brunt of it anyway (which he was perfectly capable of handling). You took a deep breath to calm your nerves and keep your hands from shaking. It would be really hard to shoot Shinra troops with shaky hands.

There was a slap on your shoulder, you turned your head to see who it was. You met eyes with Biggs, a smile on his face and and a knowing look in his eyes. He felt the same way, you could tell.

"Showtime. We can do this." He said, you smiled up at him. And then the two of you resumed helping Cloud.

You stuck close to Biggs for the most part; because of the safety his presence always provided and that stupid little crush, it had become a subconscious habit. Jessie often mocked you for it, and Wedge and Tifa would always raise a brow. But they weren't here right now, and Wedge was too busy to judge you.

All was going according to plan, until it wasn't. You knew there were going to be troops, your group could handle troops, but there was more up the company's sleeve than just a few inexperienced guys with guns. They were Midgar's biggest technology and weapons manufacturer, so you should've expected to see something of that sort. When it happened, though, you were still surprised.

The platform you stood on started shaking, no, vibrating, and you instinctively grabbed at Biggs' bicep. The two of you looked around in confusion, trying to figure out why the ground was shaking below you. And then you saw it. Just a few feet away, a turret rose from its hiding place within the platform. There wasn't just one, but many spaced out across the balcony.

"Oh, you gotta be shitting me!" Biggs said.

As soon as they ascended from the ground, a storm of bullets were coming Cloud's way. There must be some way to help him, you thought. You looked at the turret, maybe there was a power button on it or something? Probably not, though you did check. Then you realized something: they weren't attached to the platform. With enough force, you could push them off. So that's what you did, you began pushing, only to realize you didn't have the strength to push them down alone.

"Help me out!" You called to Biggs, and he did so. As soon as he joined in, the turret fell from the platform and bust into a million pieces below.

Wedge watched from across the courtyard and began doing the same with the turrets on his side. Pretty soon, the three of you had taken most of them down.

"Goodbye," Biggs sighed, he had just pushed the last turret from the platform, which he insisted he do alone, and put his hand on his hips, catching a breath as he watched it shatter on the ground, "And good riddance."

Just as it seemed all of Cloud's threats had been neutralized, a loud growling and the sound of a gate opening interrupted the moment's peace. They just had to let out the dogs... Shinra's guard dogs weren't like normal dog. No, they were genetically enhanced and the most viscous animals you had ever encountered. They could rip a man in half. And cloud was facing an entire pack of them.

There were so many hounds, more than you ever expected, all growling and snarling. You questioned Cloud's ability to take them all on at once. Though you've seen him accomplish crazy things, there was a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Across the platform, Wedge saw the situation unfold below. There were way too many of them, and he knew there must be something he could do. Wedge saw the opportunity to be helpful and took it, no matter the risk. He jumped down from the platform, took the dogs' attention away from Cloud, and then ran.

"Catch me if you caaan!" He taunted, which only angered the dogs more.

"Wedge!" You shouted. He only sent a thumbs- up in you direction.

"What the hell is he doing?" Biggs asked, holding onto the railing. You found yourself gripping the railing as well, praying that the boy would end up ok. And if he did, you'd definitely give him an earful after the mission.

The dogs chased him in circles while Cloud worked to take them out one by one. You and Biggs tried to help, but since they were all running so fast, there was always the fear of hitting Wedge instead of the intended targets. You both avoided the dogs closest to him and instead focused on the ones in the back.

But one was getting closer and closer to him, snarling and ready to bite. It's head was at just the right height to take a chunk out of his ass. Once it got close enough, it sunk its teeth in. Wedge jumped at the contact, grabbing at his butt as he screamed in pain. But he couldn't stop running, not yet, or else he would become a meal for all of those animals.

Cloud took the rest of the dogs out, and Wedge collapsed to the ground when he knew his threat was neutralized.

"Think I... ran off... the pizza," He said in between ragged breaths. You and Biggs laughed. Wedge was just... so Wedge. That's the only way you knew how to describe him. Even when his life was in danger, he was still undeniably himself. You couldn't wait to give him a lecture for being so reckless.

"Hell of a show, man! If only the ladies loved you that much!" Biggs called from above.

"I'm glad someone's enjoying themselves," Wedge replied.

And just like that, the moment of peace was over. This time, your new threats were mechanical beasts, Shinra's newest and best mechs. Of course. Because things just couldn't be easy, could they?

The four of you began fighting against those metal monsters. Cloud and Wedge attacked from the ground, while you and Biggs used your height advantage to chip away at the machines' health.

Still, Cloud was a far better fighter than the three of you combined, and it turned out he didn't really need your help either. He finished them off quickly.

This time, there was no time to take a breath before the next threat appeared: more troops. And a lot of them at that.

"Don't move!" They ordered to Cloud and Wedge as they circled the pair, guns at the ready.

And then came the unexpected savior: a man on a bike flying through the air. That red bike... it was Roche. And he rode in with the same maniacal laughter he did when you first met him. As he landed, he spun around all of the troops, dispersing them.

"Well, aren't we having a wonderful time kicking the hornet's nest?"

You and Biggs jumped from the platform, running towards Cloud and Wedge. The troops you ran past didn't even respond, for they were too focused on Roche, a member of SOLDIER, helping the other side. At least that's what it looked like. It was too early to tell who's side he was really on.

He parked his red bike, stepping off of it and turning to look back at the four of you. He glanced between Biggs and Wedge for only a moment, before turning to you. A spark of recognition graced his eyes as he looked you up and down, noticing the bandages on your arms.

"Glad to see you're ok," he said, same sickening inflection.

"No thanks to you," you spat.

"Weren't you going to do the same thing to me?" He raised a brow, a smirk playing on his lips as well.

You huffed; he was right. You were going to do the same thing to him. He just beat you to it. Still, the sight of that weirdo infuriated you, and you had to hold your tongue to keep from telling him off.

Roche's attention fell away from you and instead to Cloud. His eyes lit up at the sight of the fellow SOLDIER, that creepy smirk of his growing even wider.

"You know what I want," he said, voice a low rumble, "A second dance, just the two of us."

He approached the mercenary, taking slow, methodical steps. His blade was held down at his side, scraping the ground as he walked. Then he stopped, taking his sword and holding it out towards Cloud.

"You turned the key," he said, placing his other hand on his heart, "then engine roars with excitement... it hungers to be set free!"

His poetically erotic comment disarmed your group for a moment by sheer shock alone, though you all quickly regained composure.

Roche wanted a one-on-one duel, but you recalled being told to have Cloud's back. Looking at Wedge and Biggs, you knew they were thinking the same thing. So the three of you held fast to your positions, weapons and fists at the ready. Cloud reached for his sword, and the three of you took a step closer.

"Fall back," Cloud warned. You opened your mouth in shock for a second, before a hand on your wrist and pulled you away from the upcoming fight. Without even having to look, you knew it was Biggs. You crossed your arms over your chest in annoyance; you really wanted to punch that weirdo...

There was a second's pause as the two finished their stand off, before Cloud made the first move and ran at the other SOLDIER. And thus their battle begun, sparks flying from the clashing metal. Being genetically altered, their movements were much faster for you to keeps up with. It was a flurry of attacks, one right after the other.

It seemed as though Cloud must have worn the man down, as the man staggered back, out of breath. After a few gasps of air, his breathing slowed again and he looked back up to Cloud, that same evil grin on his face. He straightened up, playing with the blade in his hand for a moment, before laughing.

"I told you we were going to push it past the red line!" He said, sword pointed at Cloud.

And so their dance started again. Their swords swung through the air so fast you could practically see them cut through the air around them. Huffs and grunts filled the night as their swords met over and over again. Neither party held back, both SOLDIERS used all their might, which made for an electrifying battle. Their moves were rapid-fire, an onslaught of attacks with the same intensity of a summer storm.

Eventually though, cloud chipped away at the man's health and stripped him of his resolve. Roche fell to his knees, taking quick, labored breaths. Cloud put his buster sword back on his back.

"Satisfied?" Cloud asked. Roche caught his breath and got back on his feet.

"With such fleeting pleasure? Hardly." He laughed, making his way back to his red bike. He stroked the seat for a moment, before turning around, "There are higher height to which you and I can still soar."

As the words left his mouth, more Shinra troops as well as a few more mechs came out to play. Was this night ever going to end? It was always one thing after another. You, Cloud, Wedge, and Biggs got into a square formation, each facing outwards so everyone's back was covered.

The troops stood back as three mechs stomped over to your group, the one in the middle charged towards Cloud and he held his sword up in defense.

Just before it could get to him though, Roche drove past, knocking all three mechs off of their feet. He stopped his bike for a moment, taking another sinister look at Cloud.

"We really must do this again. Until then... try not to die. I'll see you on the road, my friend!"

And then he drove off like a madman, skidding past both your group and the Shinra troops, his laughter echoing through the night.

#biggs x reader #ffviir #final fantasy vii #biggs #barrett wallace #ff7 biggs #jessie rasberry #tifa lockhart #cloud strife #ff7 #ffvii remake

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mx-o · 4 years

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「NEO CITY」

》 nct ot21 mafia! au

》 warnings ; i dont think any :)

》a/n: my exams are all finsihed so i will be trying my best to upload more!! any feedback would be great cosidering this is my first and only fic.

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yakuza /jəˈkuːzə/ noun

a powerful Japanese criminal organization.

four, part two

“nakamoto.”

there was a sour taste in kun’s mouth when he spoke.

“ah hyung, please don’t be so formal,” yuta sighed in discontent. taeil and kun smiled at him, regardless of what they thought.

nakamoto yuta was a wild card. not a lot of people really knew his story and it was kept that way for his own sake. yuta had been involved in the wrong crowd for a long time back in osaka, japan. in fact, his father had been involved since before yuta was born. yuta hadn’t ever been on the right side, what with his father being a low-rank in the yakuza and his mother being ‘missing’ due to a rift between his father’s gang and a rival gang two cities over. taeyong had met yuta in a robbery—taeyong’s to be specific.

taeyong had been travelling back and forth between seoul, tokyo and osaka handling business for nc tech as they had just started out and really only had about six members. yuta had seen him pass by often, from where he saw through the widows of the beaten down homes, he ‘stayed’ at. he’d figured taeyong was just another rich businessman he could scare into getting a few hundred from but boy, he wasn’t expecting a job offer.

taeyong brought him back to seoul with him to train alongside johnny and sicheng, and so grew to become close friends with them both. however, it didn’t last long since nc tech’s first international branch was opened in tokyo, and yuta was offered the position. what he never would mention though, is that he’d been in some serious trouble with the rival gang that took his mother and taeyong saved him just in time. he owed that man his life.

“yuta, how nice of you to join us. i thought doyoung was joining us as well?” ten piped up, taking a swig of the carbernet from his glass, ever so swiftly.

“ah, no. i’m afraid he couldn’t make it,” he spoke calmly looking at his watch. yuta knew how to lie well, there’s no doubt—but he didn’t know how to lie to the only group of people who knew all his tells. no one mentioned the fact.

“what a shame. send him my regards,” taeil managed to say, a slight grit in his teeth.

by this time donghyuck had long put down his water glass, now feeling a strong grip on his shoulders from the man he’d yet to look at. his body was stiff from the sudden touch from the newcomer, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“this must be your new trainee. what’s your name boy?” yuta said cheerfully, leaning into the chair and closer to donghyuck himself. this only caused the poor boy to let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

he replied quickly, mustering up any and all the confidence he could, “haechan, sir. my name is haechan.”

yuta chuckled lightly, leaning away from the chair, “ah, there’s no need to call me that. it only makes me feel old.”

donghyuck had wanted to stand up out of his chair to greet the elder properly, but he was trapped between the man himself and the table. he only managed to look down at his lap at this point, being intimidated by what he recalled as the strongest and most powerful men in neo culture technologies. thank god yukhei was nothing like them, he thought.

“yuta, come. we were just about leaving. let’s continue this at the office, yes?” taeil took lead in relieving the awkward situation. he stood first and lead yuta towards the door while the other five men followed suit.

[jan 17; 10:07]

ten led his trio behind kun and taeil as they entered the elevators of the main lobby of neo culture technologies beijing. they were escorted by the building’s security, turning everyone’s attention towards them. it’s not every day you see the heads of neo tech all walk into the same building at the same time.

they had waited in the elevator for the short while it took to reach the top floors of the building. when they reached around floor 48, they all instinctively seemed to reach for their neckties and adjusting them, as if they were the ones that needed to impress.

they headed to the conference room on the 49th floor. luckily, all neo culture technology buildings carried mostly the same floor plan, so they all knew the way despite it being the first time for some of them.

the frosted glass double doors of the conference room opened to reveal six men, roughly around the same ages, gathered around the oval table. the other seven men walked in, kun and taeil leading and taking their seats first, ten, johnny and sicheng following. donghyuk had noticed that the four boys he actually knew were standing and took it as a note to stand too.

yuta had already been there for the past fifteen minutes or so and had been catching up with yukhei and the others.

wong yukhei, or as known by his codename, lucas, was the current COO of neo culture tech beijing. now, many people have no idea just how he landed the highest position there, but it had a lot to do with kun. beijing is nc tech’s newest and biggest branch, one that they had waited almost 3 years to launch. they had recruited many of their finest from china—take sicheng as an example—and had turned them into the best of the best. that explained why most of their chinese members, were still in training. they took all the fine tuning and polishing to make the best that they could be in that field.

yukhei, however, wasn’t really that. he was more of a ticking time bomb that would explode under too much pressure. but he was smart, tactical even, and could see how a scenario would play out given the best view of it. that’s why kun had him take over his position, so that he himself could return to korea to oversee more pressing matters and when the time came, relieve yukhei of his title. that time is yet to come since yukhei had only been in charge of the branch for roughly five months already and successfully oversaw the building of their newest hotel and the training of four recruits himself.

kun was the first to speak up, “i see the hotel came along fine, congratulations,” he said with contentment, almost like a proud father.

“it’s not completed until we open to the public, hyung,” yukei’s deep voice mused.

that’s why they were there in the first place. to open the hotel and get down to business—the shipment.

“ah, yes. we have a party to plan, then don’t we?” kun jeered. johnny and yuta’s ears perked up at the mention of a party. “where are xiaojun and hendery, by the way?” he asked, noticing the two that weren’t present rather than addressing the elephant in the room. well the four elephants in the room.

actually, they’re more like foxes and they go by renjun, yangyang, chenle and jisung.

taeil had his eyes on them since he had entered, causing them to bow their heads in respect. the same with haechan since he really was just copying their moves anyway.

“lucas, introduce me to your recruits, i’m afraid i haven’t formally met them yet,” taeil said with intrigue, eyes still focused on the boys and kun’s question remaining unanswered.

“ah yes, my apologies,” yukhei began, changing his train of thought from the excuse he was going to give kun for his partners’ absences. “these are my recruits—renjun, that’s chenle, yangyang and he’s jisung, our youngest,” he introduced pointing to them in the order they stood from left to right.

“renjun specializes in weapons, chenle does finance and a little bit of hacking and code, and both yangyang and jisung are training to be assassins,” he stated proudly, mirroring kun’s tone from earlier. taeil’s expression hadn’t wavered.

yukhei had usually been lenient with them when it came to training but had still enforced on them that they needed to complete it before the hotel had opened considering it would be their new front and a new territory that would need defence.

that time had been nearing close and they had undergone heavier training these past few weeks, yet none of the boys looked distressed or tired even.

“you four, and haechan—you too, can you give us a moment while we get down to business?” taeil said, still looking at them.

the youngest five left the room immediately, a soft “yes sir” emitting from chenle.

“alright, let’s get started.”

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sadchappuccino · 5 years

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Sex Pollen - 3

Warnings: ANGST, fluff, self deprecation,

Summary: It was an amazing night but now you have to deal with the aftermath

A/n: Last chapter guys, I hope you like it

<- previous

The night you had spend with Peter was like a dream come true, but like any dream it was bound it end and this ending came sooner than expected.

It was the next day already, you woke up and Peter was nowhere to be seen. When you had dressed yourself and walked out, you went to look for him. And when you finally found him, his face turned sad and he walked away.

It went like that for days on end. You would look for him to talk and he would avoid you like the plague. It was frustrating and painful. All you wanted to do was to talk with him, discuss the night and your future with him. However, Peter had decided for you by completely erasing himself from your life.

When it was 10 days since, what you now referred to, the incident. Ten whole days spend without the guy you cared most about. You felt completely alone, just not for long.

Your breasts hurt and you felt slightly dizzy. You knew what this could mean, so you asked FRIDAY to do a full body scan. “Miss y/l/n it seems to be that you’re pregnant,” the AI said.

You took a few deep breaths, even though you knew there was a large chance that you would be pregnant it still came as a shock. You ran your hand threw your hair, everything just became a million times worse.

It was now a year after you found out that you were pregnant. You had twins, a boy and a girl and lived on your own, balancing work and mothership with difficulty. You quit your job at Stark Industries and now you were the assistant manager of a two star restaurant.

Of course you missed working in the lab, you missed Tony and all the other avengers, but you convinced yourself that it was best like this.

This way you weren’t near Peter in anyway and you could afford a two bedroom apartment. You felt happy like this, you didn’t think about how Peter hurt you, but rather how he gave you your precious kids.

This particular evening you were walking back home from work, when suddenly a gun was pressed to your temple and you were pulled in a dark alley. “Be quiet and you might just survive,” the man told you.

You balled your fist ready to kick whoever was trying to mug you. You grabbed his arms and twisted it around before he could shoot you. You quickly snatched the gun from your muggers hand and threw the weapon out of his reach.

That’s when it happened, spider-man sprung down from a building. “Seems like you didn’t need my help ma’am,” he joked. From his tone you knew he couldn’t see your face yet, or he would’ve acted very different.

“I think we both know that I can handle myself without you,” you said bitterly, before you walked away not even looking at him.

You could pinpoint the exact second where Peter recognized you. He stopped talking and moving, he stood still in his place. One year, one whole year where he had to miss you.

A month after you left Peter started to notice, he noticed that the avengers were more quiet like they were missing a part. That’s when he asked them, they all grew even quieter before Tony finally said that you left and they don’t know where you live and that they haven’t seen you is a month. You were a part of the weird family called the avengers and you weren’t there anymore.

It brought pain to his heart, Peter knew that he shouldn’t have ignored you after that night. He just thought that it was best for you. You could’ve got so much better than him, he was a nerd with nothing more than a few friends. While you, you were beautiful, you could talk to any person you want and everyone liked you.

After standing there for so long he snapped back into reality seeing that you already walked away. “Y/n wait up,” he jogged to you until he was walking beside you.

You ignored him and continued walking. “y/n please talk to me, everyone misses you.”

“Why are you talking to me?” you snapped, “you didn’t want to do that anymore, not after that night.” Peter looked taken aback by how blunt you were with him. “Y/n, I’m really sorry about that,” he confessed, “I just thought that you didn’t want me.”

“You could’ve at least talked to me.”

“I know, I’m sorry, please let me at least bring you home,” he practically begged to do that. For him it was the first step to getting your forgiveness. This time he wouldn’t mess up, he’d make sure that you’re going to be his. And this time he won’t let you go.

“Sure, I’m already late anyway, they must be getting worried,” you shrugged, simply forgetting that you haven’t told Peter that he’s a dad.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, hoping, nay praying that you weren’t together with anyone. “Oh no, the babysitter, I told them that I’d be home by now, I’m sure she’s done with my babies” you smiled, before you slowly started to notice you mistake.

“You have kids? How old are they?”

You stood still for a second, “3 months,” you knew that Peter would know now. He’d connect the dots and it’d be over. “Y/n? Are they mine?” he asked you.

“Yes,” you said with a quiet voice. “Can I see them?” his eyes looked pleading. “Yeah, you can. They’re called Ben and Lisa.”

“Did you say Ben? As in my uncle?” Peter’s heart was beating fast. “I didn’t want to erase your entire existence,” you admitted.

Without saying another word you walked to your apartment. The few people who were walking on the streets too looked strangely at the fact the you were walking with Spider-man. You didn’t care about that though. No all you could think about was Peter, he will be a permanent person in your life again and you’re not sure if you could handle that.

You wanted what was best for your kids and you know that Peter would be an amazing father, but the idea of the guy who you loved and who had ignored you, to be there again.

Only you had no choice but to continue since your apartment complex was in sight. It was still quiet when you opened the door of your apartment. You saw the babysitter sitting on the couch and you let them go home, explaining quickly what happened, only leaving out the part where spider-man is the father of your children.

“They’re asleep now, but most of the time they wake up around five in the morning,” you laughed. “If you want you can sleep on the couch,” you told him.

“Thank you y/n.”

The next morning came later than normal. You weren’t woken up by two babies screaming, instead of getting out around 5 you woke up at 9 AM.

You walked out of your room and saw Peter sitting on the couch with little babye Ben and Lisa in his arms. You smiled and sat down beside him, “You’re a natural,” you joked.

He grinned at you, “You think that, but I have no idea what I’m doing.”

You knew it was wrong, but you placed your head on his shoulder nonetheless, “I missed you y’know, there wasn’t a day that I didn’t want to call you and tell you about those two miracles.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“I figured that if you didn’t want me, you didn’t want to have kids either,” you shrugged. “Y/n, I just need you to know, that from now on I will always be here for you. I won’t leave you again. I want to be a part of your life and if you’re okay with it, as more than just the father of your children. I want to be with you”

“Pete-,” you wanted to say no to this idea, tell him how stupid it was, but those brown eyes were always your weakness. “I know what you’re going to say y/n, but please, it’s us we work together I know it,” Peter grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles.

You bit your lip, you didn’t know if you should, but then again it is Peter. He is your soft spot, he’s the guy you wanted, or rather still want, to be with. You made up your mind and pressed your lips against his. Now it was just hoping this wouldn’t end the same way as last time.

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dadzawa-adopt-dabi · 4 years

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Secret baby chap2

(so a few notes here.i almost always post to tumblr first because i do heavier edits/changes when i post to Ao3 which is why this is going up now and not later when the full story on Ao3 will update. Second Rei is…not nice here. she’s under alot of pressure and says some shit she’s going to eventually have to awnser for. so um be prepared for that?)

Chapter 2

“Fuck. fuck. Fukfukfuk- oh my god fuyumi, wai-, what if i’m pregnant, how am, i need to.” Touya struggled to get the words out fast enough and breath at the same time.

“Calm down , we can figure this out, We just have to look at this like adults and be calm enough to think things through. Let’s make sure first, like you said, your sick a lot and your heats have never been regular.” Fuyumi crouched down and picked up the larger pieces of ceramic before throwing a towel over the rest for now. They could finish cleaning it up when they got back from the drug store.

“Go get your shoes on and we can go pick up a test while everyone is out. It’s why I wanted to do this now.” Fuyumi directed him.

Touya’s hand shook as he grabbed his coat and shoes. Thankfully he had his wallet in his pocket or he would have forgotten it. Fuyumi had to stop him from crossing a few roads without looking first. When he did stop she had to pull him along. Touya just let her guide him for the most part and held tightly to her hand as he tried to get himself to think about what he was going to do.

“We need to get a couple just in case,I’ll pay and tell dad if he checks that it was for a omega friend of mine” Fuyumi seemingly read Touya’s panicked thoughts.

“How much of this have you thought of Fuyumi? I still can’t think straight and you’ve already figured out a lie to tell enji” Touya hissed as they grabbed one of the first tests they saw from 3 diffrent brands and hurried to a checkout.

“A friend of mine really did have a scare last year, We looked at options and helped her plan out her first steps. Like getting tested and what to tell her partner. Making pro and con lists for her options.” Fuyumi paid and thanked the cashier then they were hurrying home again.

“The guy is a rising hero, we’re not even dating yumi, it was ju-” he stresses.

“Just having fun, I know you’ve already said.” She pointed out. “Are you just not going to tell him then?”

“I’m going to think about what I want first.” Touya grabbed the bag with the tests and tossed them into his room before going back to pick up the mess from earlier.

“You don’t want to find out as soon as you can? Get the what if’s over with?” she asks when he came right back.

“Mom and shouto are going to be back soon. Natsou is also supposed to come back from the library any minute now unless he studies through it again.“ Touya pulls out his phone and unblocks Hawks. He starts to send a basic hey but the previous one text catches his eye.

“I can’t do this to him. The last text he sent me was just him asking me to say something because he hadn’t heard from me and wanted to know i was okay. What do I say to that? Hey thanks for worrying sorry i blocked you but i’m fine just pregnant with your kid.” Touya knows he shouldn’t be so sarcastic with fuyumi when she’s just trying to help but this is more stress than he can handle calmly.

“ Why did you stop talking anyways?” Fuyumi asked carefully. She didn’t want to pry but touya had gone from texting and smiling at his phone everyday to not having it go off at all.it had been nice to see him happy, even if only for a short period of time.

“He- i -look, he wanted more than hook ups and i’m not in a place i can allow that, i can’t invite him over to meet my mom or siblings and he started asking shit. About the burns and bruises and shit. What was I supposed to tell him? My personal life is off limits but thanks for the lay?” touya scoffed. Hawks cared too much for a hero, the job was going to end up crushing him and touya has no intentions of being around as Hawks stress relief or as his punching bag when it happened.

“It sounds like he cares about you” fuyumi asked softly and got started on making lunch. Their mom would probably appreciate not having to do it.

“Maybe we run off happily in the sunset and raise the baby together.” Touya missed Hawks, if he had to pick an alpha he supposed the blond wouldn’t be so bad. Touya shook his head and started helping fuyumi with lunch.

Natsou never comes home for lunch but his mom and baby brother arrive soon after it’s done.

Lunch passes quietly and Touya is still trying to figure out how to talk to hawks when his mother finishes folding laundry from earlier that day and takes his stack into his room.

“Touya” she comes out and her voice shakes.

“Yeah mom wha-” touyas voice dies in his throat as he turns around and sees the plastic bag he had carelessly left on his bed. The bag from the drugstore.

“Touya te-tell me these are for a friend and you’re just holding onto them.” the bag crinklies as her shaking becomes more pronounced.

Touya stares hard at the floor and wills his eyes not to spill the water he feels building up in them.

“Mom i’m s-”

“I didn’t even want you touya!” his mother is quickly entering hysterics. Touya flinches at the bluntness of it.

“I didn’t want any of you and now you’re out there spreading your legs for god knows who touya.whats your father going to say? What is he going to do touya! Did you think at all about anyone else?” she goes on. Touya doesn’t need to hear this. He really truly doesn’t.

“Don’t come to me asking for help telling your father and dont come to me asking for help raising yet another child I do not want.” she throws the bag at his feet and practically runs out of the room as tears continue streaming down touyas face.

He flips open his phone and stares at his messages from hawks until he gathers the will to move from the spot he’s been sitting and go hide his pregnancy tests in his backpack.

He hopes fuyumi hasn’t heard any of that. He heads to bed early, scrolling through his phone and looking up pregnancy options.

His sister texts asking him when he’s going to take his tests. He knows if he’s pregnant he can’t stay here. It’s the first text of the night he sends and the only thing he’s truly sure of. He doesn’t even know if he is pregnant or going to keep her if he is. But if he is pregnant and he does decide to keep her then there’s no way in hell he’s going to raise her here. Afraid and knowing she was a mistake.

Unwanted.

Like touya himself is.

His baby is going to grow up being loved and never ever knowing what brought her about.

He falls asleep exhausted and leaves before anyone else to get to school early enough to take the tests before first period.

They Are positive.

Fuck he has to tell hawks. He sits on the seat of the toilet and lets his head rest in his hands until he can quite cry long enough to send a simple text.

‘I’m pregnant, it’s yours and we need to talk about what I’m going to do’.

@ruelukas22

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Seeing people disregard Anna and claim she's basically Elsa's cheerleader and nothing especial without her devotion to her is so painful but also baffling because Anna is FAR more three-dimensional than Elsa. I just made a whole post trying to figure out what Elsa has other than her powers and barely touched on Anna because... I thought it was obvious? She's more developed and (in my personal opinion obviously) even more likeable than Elsa.

Also, did we watch the same movie?? Anna might love Elsa but ever since their parent's death she had... kind of given up on her. She still loves her but doesn't seek her out anymore. She pretty much moves on and goes to find another goal. Specifically, to find a man and to GET OUT. She wants to keep the doors open or at least put an end to this bullshit lifestyle she was forced into. She doesn't make a move to get closer to *Elsa* specifically until her powers are revealed, and this re-contextualizes everything and gives her a reason to go after her.

But her previous goals (to marry a man and change her life somehow) are not dropped. She still pursues a somewhat romantic relationship with Hans and puts her own health before going back to bring Elsa home, instead focusing solely on her sister. She has other worries too. And ironically, Anna being so desperate to marry gives her more agency, personality and development than not having a man in her life. Because this is something that's HERS and has NOTHING TO DO WITH ELSA. It's her own pursue in her own life, making her own choices and following her own independant dreams. And look how I've been talking about Hans and didn't even mention Kristoff! This isn't because I actually ship Hans and Anna, this is because it's not about the man, it's about how Anna handles her social sphere. If it's not Hans it's gonna be Kristoff.

But oh, having a love story is not feminist enough and it means Anna's life revolves around a man now? First off, how is that worse than Anna's life revolving around Elsa? And second off: it's... not true. Anna doesn't argue with Elsa because she won't give her her blessing to marry Hans. She's angry because she kept her locked up for 13 years. Marrying Hans was her train ticket to a different life. It was her chance to GET OUT. She wants OUT. And she's willing to leave Kristoff behind to help Elsa find the voice. And anyways, there's nothing wrong with being a hopeless romantic and wanting to find a man to be in love with. Being romantic is part of who Anna is. It's, again, something that's hers and it's entirely separated from her devotion to Elsa.

Because... Anna is not devoted to Elsa. She gave up on her after their parents' death and she left her behind to take care of her own health in frozen i after having her heart frozen. Her sacrifice is... nothing too special, honestly. It's what any sister would do. It doesn't mean her life revolves around her and I honestly don't get why someone may think that being willing to die for someone means you have nothing else in your life than that someone.

I've seen some people mention that what sets Anna apart from other Disney princesses is her relationship with Elsa, but I'm gonna have to disagree on that one. Disney princesses are all different so what do you mean. Tell me one thing that Snow White, Rapunzel, Mulan and Tiana have in common. I'll wait. Anna is not a synthesis of all Disney princesses merged together with a side of devotion to Elsa. Anna is her own character and a really well writen one. A big part of her character literally makes fun and subverts many Disney princess tropes... But her characterization also aged surprisingly well. After so many strong female characters that kick ass and are violent and tomboy-ish and unfemenine, having a character that's romantic, femenine, idealistic and delicate while also being strong, brave, willing to get dirty, but also kind and loving and funny and clumsy in a non-annoying way, all while showing great leadership skills, quick thinking and reactions and being able to come up with plans on the spot every single time... It subverts the already subversive strong female character trope, who is cartoonishly strong and probably likes murder and weapons and shit. Basically a Merida. Anna is not Merida. The only character she's somewhat similar to is i think Rapunzel, but I'm gonna risk saying Anna is better developed and more dimensional than Rapunzel, if we only take into account the movies and shorts.

But you all already know who she's capable of being without Elsa. We saw it at the end of Frozen ii, and I think this is what sets Anna apart from all other Disney Princesses. Anna being willing to destroy Arendelle just because it was the right thing to do, sacrificing her own happiness, her home, all she had left, in order to set things right and make justice for her family's crimes... this is what makes her special. She might not be as physically badass as Merida but she's infinitely stronger than all Disney Princesses together. While other princesses (Rapunzel, Merida) cry when they watch their loved one "die" at the end of the movie, Anna grieves after seeing TWO loved ones die, and then forces herself to stand up because the job isn't done, and she needs to make justice. She's losing everything in the process and she does it anyways. TNRT is LITERALLY about finding the strenght and purpose to move on without Elsa. Because she loves Elsa, yes, but she's not her life, and this is how she offers the greatest display of strenght that Disney has ever seen. by doing the most brutal, metal, badass thing a Princess has ever done: destroy her own kingdom.

(Oh but Moana also had to stand up after being abandoned by Maui-- NOPE! Moana wasn't going through nearly as much shit as Anna was. Moana was abandoned by a friend, she didn't watch two family members die. And she was protecting her home, not sacrificing it. I'm not gonna pretend Moana is weak bc i love her and Anna is much older than her but the situation is not the same)

Also i dont know what movie you watched but Anna is the protagonist of Frozen i with Elsa being the antagonist Idk what to tell you

can you imagine any other Disney Princess destroying her own kingdom? I mean, i can't

#wow i really wrote all of this huh #frozen #anna #character analysis if you squint #a lot of this is obviously my own interpretations so feel free to disagree with me and tell me i'm wrong #frozen beef #kinda #i think #i hope this doesn't start too much drama #i can already see it: the people who say this coming to my post and completely destroying it because we disagree on a fictional character #and here i am. hoping that predicting it will soften the blow #i really hope this doesn't make people angry

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casually-inlove · 5 years

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aah i agree im vry disappointed in this chapter ! like its good like usual, but its kind of a let down after the last 5 chapters... ht rly exposed himself minutes before, and comedy aside, MGS answered him by ignoring him, and then saying "were not friends, were not as close as you think we are". it must have been hurtful for HT, its basically a rejection of recognizing HT vulnerabilities. and its totally In character for MGS to say this, so im not disappointed by it 1/?

i mean HT lay his heart down for Mo to see and theyve known each other for 15 DAYS, its too soon for anybody and especially for Mo who have mistrust problems to respond in the same way ? so running away and deflecting the declaration is cool, i wasnt excepting a "ill never abandon u!!" lol. but then HT being cool with this rejection and having a slapstick comedy just after doesnt feel right. mb show HT swallowing and being disheartened, and then put his usual facade and only then have comedy 2/?

would have been good, bc we would have known "oh ht is actually hurt by MGS reaction but doesnt know how to say it, so he plays it cool and change the subject bc hes still not at ease with being vulnerable". a realistic situation would have been "ht tried to be vulnerable but it was too soon, too much for mo who rejected him, so it confirmed ht biased thinking that showing vulnerabilities is bad and it will prevent ht to be vulnerable in front of someone in the near future". 3/?

i mean it could have been a nice although sad conclusion for this mini-arc, especially since ht have been grieving (?) his mother just this morning. a little step back, and then smth else happen and cause ht to crack completely but then mo is able to respond present and its a step forward. ok im daydreaming but that would have been climatic lol. instead this..ah i dont know i feel cheated, i know its ox' work but still haha ! like when they do an abrupt change of scene after an emotional page 4/

its a trick ox use often and after 300 chapters it feels old n cheap. when u engage in a emotional scene, u cant just do "oops i change my mind!!" and put slapstick comedy or ignore totally what just happened and dont have a progression. u have to stay on this road : u cant put traumatizing backgrounds and mafia affairs and mature problems (kidnapping, mother being threatening into prostitution,etc) n just.. not stick with it and making ur characters not traumatized by it and just 'lol comedy'.

sry im kind of monopolizing ur askbox lol, i guess im kind of frustrated ! it just the last chapters were so good and it was a while since ox use this cheap trick of not going through an emotional scene that i kind of forgot how terrible they were at handling transition between drama and comedy. theyre a good artist all in all (or i wouldnt be this disappointed!!), but they have this failing in their writing an it drives me nuts each time lmao. haa i hope next chapter will be better...5/5

Hell yeah, DEFINITELY, that sums up my thoughts. Also, you don't have to apologize, it was an interesting read and I can tell that you feel strongly about it. While I can’t say that I’m flat-out disappointed, as I wrote in my original post, I’m definitely feeling lukewarm and indifferent about the recent ch.

OX touched upon a few serious matters a couple of chapters before: namely She Li’s fucked up goading and the way it unsettled He Tian -- unsettled in no joking manner as follows from his reaction. Then we get He Tian swearing to beat up anyone who dares bully Mo, and the whole profound monologue from the previous chapter. Just as you say, He Tian truly laid himself bare there. One could argue that He Tian listed the reasons he was enamoured with Mo, or one could argue that he subtly commented on the milieu he grew up in, or one can even read it as He Tian admitting/reflecting on his flaws out loud. There are many ways to construe this scene, each of them is extremely meaningful. Not to mention it took HT visible effort to say these things out loud.

The problem which both you and I noticed is that OX left this mini-arc/mini-subplot unresolved. Instead, they abruptly switched to comedic relief. Much like you, I wasn’t expecting a big reaction from Mo -- no grand verbal declarations at very least. What I expected was a panel (maybe a close up of Mo’s face as I mentioned in my original post) that indicated he actually HEARD what HT told him, that it gave Mo some food for thought.

As you mention, Mo getting disconcerted and doing the tsun-tsun escape is fairly in character for him. Still, a panel like this would have been very welcome to emphasize his confusion and to justify him not gracing the other boy with an answer, ignoring HT showing his underbelly (which is something that doesn't come easy for him, as we readers know). Okay, sure, OX handled it differently this chapter -- we get Mo silently running away and blurting out the first comeback he could think of. No problem. It works to show that HT’s words had an effect on him, albeit it’s much less pronounced, than, say, the Aquarium scene -- again one would have to wonder why: HT’s “don’t abandon me” is just as strong, if not stronger, than “I’m afraid you’ll forget me”, so it follows that Mo should have been just as affected.

The problem is the way an emotionally charged moment quickly fizzled out into comedy. As you said, Mo blurting out “we are not friends, we are not familiar enough, so I don’t care what you think (of me)!” SHOULD have hit HT harder. Just minutes before we had HT being genuinely disturbed by the idea of someone looking to intentionally hurt Mo, seeking physical comfort, being disquieted by the idea of getting abandoned and losing someone he likes, confessing that he admires the other boy -- yet when Mo utters yet another curt rejection of sorts, we are not shown HT’s reaction, which, logically, should have been there.

And all of that emotional build-up is cheapened by an accidental dick slap comedy.

Indeed, showing HT being hurt (disquieted? deflated?) and then putting on a cool guy mask, and ONLY then switching to a slapstick humour would have been more appropriate. It wouldn’t have taken a big or an overly dramatic scene either -- just, IDK, show HT’s eyes widening, or his throat clicking, or his posture slumping, anything to indicate that Mo’s words affected him -- that the whole thing mattered to him. Otherwise, it leaves a bad taste in one’s mouth: “so Imma confess to the person I like and swear to protect them and beg them to put up with me -- oh! forget anything serious that I said, Imma touch some dick now”. While I don't have an issue with comedy coming into focus again, I do wish it hadn't been this abrupt. Had there been a better transition between these scenes, there wouldn't be this "lol jk" vibe that I’m getting.

So yeah, I, too, feel a little cheated. OX certainly has an issue with drama-comedy transitions, which are sort of hit-and-miss for me. Sometimes they work well to alleviate the grave mood, other times they appear to be out of place. The recent chapter is the latter case. Dangling a possibility of climatic resolution for the subplot and then intentionally subverting it just doesn’t work in favour of the plot here. It cheapened the emotional part and made the comedy feel much less fun for me. Of course, no one says that writing is an easy task. Plenty of mangakas, for instance, work with writers to strengthen their script and plots, so it’s challenging when a single person is responsible for both drawing and planning the story. OX is undoubtedly doing a tremendous job. Still, I wish they wouldn’t stick to using the old trick this monastically because it's becoming a trite writing device and works against them on occasion. It’s totally fine to keep the comic light-hearted yet it’s not good to ignore the needed dramatic development.

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When relevancy goes too far

Relevancy is a bit of a complex topic the more you think about it. How far do you push it? Which parts of a story are needed to know the other? How should something define the follow up? These questions have widely different answers depending on the person and especially depending on format.

Hell, if you wish to nit pick it further, even the series in question is a factor. Some series’ thrive on whats done while others drown in their own scripts. I believe Kingdom Hearts is one of the latter.

That said, I am not someone who hates KH’s expanded stories simply for existing. The “side games” in of themselves aren’t bad nor is the idea of using such things to expand a world. The same could be said for game novels or comics in my opinon.

However, these things can be a slippery slope or a lazy exist. For example, Assassin’s Creed threw out it’s whole Juno arc into a comic just to get it out of the way which completely shattered my investment.

In turn, Nomura himself isn’t at fault for as much as we bash him for. Something he’s admitted himself as seen here;

So, the new Days is one of the three titles announced in the Autumn of 2007 as new projects in the KH series.

Nomura: Those three titles were all announced at the same time, but in reality the opportunities for the projects were raised in a disjointed way. Birth by Sleep is a project that was raised within our company, but Days is from Nintendo, and coded is from Disney, so we started by talking to each of them.

-source <--Link btw

And anyone that’s read interviews out of curiosity will know that there’s also factors like how ‘Birth By Sleep’ was shifted from PS2 to PSP or that ‘Chain of Memories’ wasn’t a planned title either. (seen here)

So if these things aren’t inherently bad or planned that begs the question of why it’s a problem here? At least in my opinion of the series.

The answer is simple and it lies solely on Nomura’s shoulders for it as a fault, relevancy. The man goes out of his way to make each and every game, concert, or otherwise is attached to the series in some meaningful way going forward.

Naturally, any expanded media is tied to the main narrative in some way. I know this, I am not that foolish. The problem is that Nomura makes them plot relevant going forward.

These titles can’t be true “side games” because they dictate the story going forward in some way. It’s for this reason the more radical fans hate to hear the terminology “side game” to begin with.

This problem was especially bad for years because of how spread out the series became among other gaming systems. And while some like to say it’s fine now due to the collection discs I dont think this will last long given the “phase 2″ images released for KH’s near future.

Hell, I’d even argue this problem isn’t even fixed in truth because the current KH story involving Foretellers, Luxu, and so on is all things spun from a mobile game. Yes, you have to sit through scenes on YT or play a mobile game to fully grasp that cat creature (Chirithy) you saw in KH3.

Naturally, it’s much easier to watch the scenes on YT these days but that also feeds into the loop of not paying for the game itself. I personally see no issue with it but companies are much worse in recent years for shutting down Youtube channels over loose definition of “piracy”.

No game series is worth several consoles. Of course, I’m just speaking from experience, with KH now on the Xbox this may be a moot point in a few years.

I am rambling, off track, lets focus. “Why is this an issue?” is what you’ve read this far for me to explain. The biggest issue with this poor decision making is how it harms the main narrative you’re telling.

For comparison, look at Sora in KH3. He’s often confused by people he doesn’t remember meeting or events he doesn’t remember nor took part in. This is roughly close to what it would be like for someone that’s only played KH1, 2, and 3.

Sora has that same level of insight including what he was told about others like Roxas or Aqua but other characters in-game. This feeds into KH’s misconceived air of complexity.

Kingdom Hearts, as a story, isn’t that complex. It has deeper themes it throws to the wayside but it is easy to follow if you play most games in some form. This ties back into how the series was handled up until the PS4/KH3.

Ever want to know who Roxas was in KH2? Well you had to play Days or you can sit through that horribly boring 3 hour movie on the Remix disc. Even then, the Roxas you see in Days wont be like the one in KH2.

Wish to know who Xehanort was? Play Birth by Sleep! All three campaigns with little variance. Then once you’re done get ready to sit on YT or download a phone app and play Kingdom Hearts Dark Road.

The Foretellers, Luxu, or the Master of Masters? That’s another set of hours, if not days, with the KH Union X Cross, KH Dark Road, and should you choose you can even watch the Back Cover movie which answers nothing at all but shows you the Foretellers in Kh3 graphical glory.

You wish to know how Namine knew who The Lingering Will was? Well dig up a fan translation of a script the Japanese voice cast read for a music concert event. (yes that happened)

You can see where this is going I assume and this is just scratching the surface by the way. You wish to know the finer details like Keyblade types, the inconsistent time traveling, “recompletion”, and so on then be prepared to read word of god interviews, in-game dictionaries/journals and always be ready for a few to change.

Whether it’s a true retcon or just an ambiguous statement, the series is ongoing, Nomura heads the ship, and he is by no means obligated to stick to previous statements if he can make a new one to alter those events.

Then again, holding too much weight in words said outside the game itself is a faulty way of doing things that most fans (like me) have fallen victim too at least once.

At the same time, all of these things are relevant by Nomura’s decision. Sure, the remixes have fixed this to a degree but it’s anyone’s guess for how long. Better yet, at what cost did the remixes fix anything?

The best example of what I mean is Coded. It was originally a game for phones. At the time, only Japan had a phone capable of playing it. Feeling that a shame the game later found it’s way to the DS for all fans to play.

At this point in time Coded was the only true example of a “side story”. It was by no means necessary. The whole datascape plot was more convoluted than it needed to be despite data!Sora being far better than the original at this point, and easy to miss.

But...well that was good. The DS version of Coded was fun as hell to play. The only version of the “command deck system” I’d consider worth any semblance of praise. It did it’s job of getting some level of fans invested such as my friend @blackosprey and it’s story was missable.

You did not need to play Coded to understand Dream Drop Distance or further. This was perfect. This is what games like Days, KH Chi/UX, 0.2, and DDD should’ve been.

Games that reached out to grab new people, games that played around, and games that expanded on the main narrative without dictating it’s direction. A side game is something that exists alongside or outside your main story.

However this isn’t what we got. 0.2 A Fragmentary Passage was a short sequel to BBS but also a pretty tech demo for KH3. Dream Drop Distance was there to show the real Sora that people needed help and to show us that Xehanort was back.

KH Chi was a browser game meant to show the Keyblade War and how it shaped Sora’s era. Now it’s an ongoing curse on the series with time traveling plot that affected KH3 directly.

Coded was made into a movie you needed to sit through thanks to one small newly added scene. Days lost many small interactions it’s fans loved in the transition to a movie that is hard to sit through.

I’ve also heard KHDDD and 0.2 were “shaved off” KH3 in a sense to be their own titles...this...this makes so little sense.

Nomura calls KH “Sora’s story” but this is a lie. If it truly was Sora’s story then your main narrative would be BBS, KH1, CoM, 2, and the original combined form of KH3. That’s the titles he’s relevant, those are the titles he stops Xehanort’s plans.

These other titles could’ve been so fun but none of them were truly allowed to breath and be themselves. They were weakened and limited by Nomura deciding to prop the ongoing story upon them like they’re stilts.

Then as a result you can’t close out KH3 without resolving all of these other events and characters which drags it’s own story down. KH3 feels all over the place because it is. It’s trying to tie as many knots as it can from threads created in titles that were way more relevant then they needed to be.

Kh3 can be seen as a clean break for many but I see it as a matter of time. KHUX and now KHDR are still there casting a shadow, dictating what comes next. Melody of Memory is one of several games planned for an unknown but hopefully more thought out direction.

I worry I haven’t explained what I meant well enough but moral of my story is that making things too relevant hurts not only your main story but these new stories you wish to explore.

You can’t have a story and it’s cast breath if you’re tying a knot of mythos too tightly around their necks and this is a tragedy to me. KH began life with such potential but it constantly holds itself back because so few entries into it’s story are truly just an entry.

And I am not saying games can’t follow up one another nor that they shouldn’t. What’s needed is a clear idea and some breathing room. A good example would be to save people in Days with the game DDD. DDD could’ve wiped away some clutter to focus on the final Xehanort battle in a sense.

Nomura has a huge problem with wanting connectivity without letting games be connected by the name alone. It’s like he wants to do the opposite of what Final Fantasy has done but to detrimental results.

This harms so much but worst of them it hurts development. Because Days was made so important, we had a movie made. Because Coded was elevated, a movie was made. Because the keyblade war was so popular, Union Cross was made.

The Remixes would’ve been better to consolidate lore not waste time trying to appease every whim. KH’s relevancy is a huge problem and I doubt it’ll stop any time soon.

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