#he wrote me a college graduation card too

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Chapter Fifteen of I'm Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now? is now live. Please read it on ao3 or below the cut.

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My Dear Children,

The other day I saw a story on TV about a man who's friend had died at a young age. He decided to create what he called a 'life list'.  What many refer to as a ‘bucket list’ he turned on its head, instead making a list of things to do with his life. He's become something of a celebrity as he posts videos of himself accomplishing his numbered goals. He's spent a week on a deserted island, he's helped a stranger, he's gotten married to a person he met that day in Las Vegas, etc.

So as I watched the story it struck me - if everyone made videos of their ‘life list’ there would be hundreds of thousands of videos and no one with enough time to watch them all.  Plus, many of life's more important accomplishments don't really translate well onto video.

So I decided to work on my own life list which I am sure will never get a lot of you-tube play, but I think is kind of important nonetheless:

1)  Give some very worthwhile children a chance to see if they can make it in the world and achieve their own sort of happiness

2)  Find people honest and kind and who love you for who are - despite your failings and flaws

3)  Be kind to your world and treat it as if it's important and needed by those who will come after you are gone

4)  Be a good and respectful neighbor for all and treat those you meet with kindness and helpfulness

There are probably tons of other stuff that should be here, but these four are at the top. Call it my Mt. Rushmore of life achievements.

I love you all,

Dad

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City of Love - Matt Sturniolo

Requested by anon Part Two. Part three Pairings - Matt Sturniolo x fem!Reader Warnings - strong language & a lil fluff 😇 W/c - 2536 Summary - You move back to your hometown, Boston, after a bad breakup. When your takeout gets dropped off next door, your neighbor comes by to give you your food, already paid for. A/n - Thank you for requesting ❤️ I had a lot fun with this one!! Kinda gave me some inspiration so I might do a mini series about it?? Let me know what you guys thinks!! I wrote this off my phone but edited most of it on my computer so hopefully there’s no typos 🤦��‍♀️ Requests are always open! Check out my masterlist for my most recents!! Also dividers & photos are not mine - all credits to owners. Update - edited. Thank you for reading!!

"Over there is fine," you point to the mover you had hired. After ending things with your high school sweetheart, nearly four months ago, you decided to make the move to one of your favorite cities. The only romantic relationship you've ever known was gone, it left you feeling lonely. Instead of dwelling on the situation, you decided to make light of it, accepting a new job, and moving across the country. Call it crazy, but you couldn't bear living in the same town as the man who broke your heart.

It was a proximity thing - no matter how many times your brain told you to stay away, your heart wouldn't allow it. So, the only way to finally wash your hands of your shitty ex, was to get the fuck away from him. And that's exactly what you did.

Boston has always held a special place in your heart. Your parents were born and raised here. They graduated, meeting after college, and having you a couple years later. Unfortunately, your family moved to Seattle before you hit age 12, due to your dad's busy work life, but you always made it a point to come back.

Your parents referred to Boston as the 'city of love', being that's where their relationship began to really flourish. The love they had for each other inspired you. It was nothing you had ever witnessed, or experienced, before. To this day, they still act like teenagers in love. One of your main goals in life was to find a love like theirs. It was raw and real.

"Okay, looks like that's the last of it," your head snaps to the man standing in the doorway of your new home. You shake your head, almost like you're trying to push the thoughts out of it.

Clearing your throat, "thank you so much, Tony," walking over to your purse, and scavenging through it. You pull out a fresh hundred-dollar bill, holding it in front of you, "I appreciate you guys so much!"

Tony's eyebrows raise and a confused, yet surprised look takes over his face, "you already paid by card, Ms. y/l/n."

You shake your head at him, "it's a tip. I had a lot of stuff to move, and you guys were available last minute. Here, Christmas is coming up soon." Knowing Tony had three young children at home, it was the least you could do. He had only talked about them the whole time he was moving all your belongings in. He ran a small moving business with his brother and father-in-law, and honestly you called all over the city, trying to find a moving company who would accept your proposition last minute. Tony was the only company with the availability, and that you were grateful for.

Knowing money was never a problem for you, you went out of your way to help others in need, whether it be giving a homeless man a hot meal or volunteering at the local food drive. It warmed your heart every time you did a good deed, hoping your act of kindness would go a long way for somebody, someday. Tony gives you an appreciative nod, taking the tip, and goes on his way.

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It was almost seven o'clock at night. You decided unpacking was too much of a bother, so you ordered Chinese take-out instead. There you were, sprawled out on the floor of your empty living room, waiting on your dinner. You were still in the process of furnishing your newly bought home. A bit of a perfectionist, you'd sit on the floor for months until you found exactly what you wanted. Even though your financial state was never a problem, your parents still taught you the value of a dollar, which you were thankful for. Along with your father's amazing money management skills, you were set for life at the ripe age of twenty.

A loud knock on the door brings you back to reality. You knew your ring doorbell wasn't set up yet, so not being able to see who was knocking on your door made you feel uneasy, until you remembered your Chinese take-out. Not caring that the delivery man was going to see you in your superman pajama pants and a cropped tank top, you make your way over to the door, slinging it open. You don't make eye contact with him, instead you reach for your purse, fishing for cash again. Once you pull out a twenty-dollar bill and hand it to him, your eyes finally meet.

What a fine delivery man.

"I already paid for it," he croaks out, his voice getting stuck in his throat for a second. A confused look makes its way across your face as you and the strange delivery man, who apparently pays for people's food, look each other up and down. He clears his throat, "it got delivered to my house. Delivery guy seemed like he was in a rush,” he states, letting his eyes wonder around to the atrocious setting behind you.

“Oh shit, here,” you tell him shoving the twenty-dollar bill towards him, “thank you,” with one hand on the door, ready to grab your food, and close the door in his face. You didn’t care how handsome he was. You wanted to be by yourself, and also save yourself the embarrassment of your cute neighbor seeing you this rough looking. Spiderman pajama, c'mon.

“I was actually gonna eat it,” you watch as his face twists in amusement, “kidding. I’m Matt,” he introduces himself and holds out the brown paper bag your food is in.

“Y/n,” you tell him before taking the bag. Thankfully, it looked untouched. You didn’t know what it was but there was definitely something about this strange, adorable man, joking with you like he knew you already. It brought comfort to your night.

“I like that,” he shoots out, almost like word vomit. Before you can say anything, a cringe-like look spreads across his face, “I mean, it suits you.”

“Thanks,” you let out a giggle. A sudden wave of silence takes over both you, so you awkwardly come up with something to say, “I just moved in.”

“Yeah?” He asks, but it was obvious he already figured that part out. Considering that fact his eyes kept drifting to the empty living room behind you. Matt lets his eyes drift once again, but they finally fall on yours, locking you in. The two of you stay stuck in a trance for a moment, not saying a word.

A blush creeps up, heating your cheeks up a dark shade of red. You let your eyes fall to the floor and back up at him, only to see that his face matches yours. You clear your throat, “come in?” It’s a suggestion, but it comes out as a question.

Matt sucks in a sharp breath, nodding, as you step aside to let him walk in. You turn around and make your way to the kitchen, knowing the only furniture you have is the barstools, your bed, and a couple miscellaneous items. Setting the brown paper bag on the island, “sorry for the mess. It’s been a long day,” taking out two plates out of a box nearby. The only thing you had the energy to unpack earlier was your silverware drawer, so you open it and fetch two forks. Spinning around, and making you way to Matt, little did you know he was already watching your every move.

“I don’t have my furniture yet so we’re eating in here like real adults,” you joke, trying to break the ice. You quickly open the takeout containers of chicken lo mien and general tso’s chicken.

“I was just kidding,” he tells you, eyeballing the food like a starved man. “You eat,” he looks up at you. Those blue eyes had you drawn to him for some odd reason.

“Well, that’s the only reason I invited you in. You said you’re hungry, now eat,” you playfully order. He starts to say something, but his mind decides against it. He gives you a warm smile and nods, “thanks.”

“Any time,” you return the warm smile and take a seat next to him. “One minute,” you hold up a finger at him before running to the living room to retrieve your laptop.

Taking your spot next to Matt and setting your laptop in front of you. Big Mouth plays on the screen, but you don’t bother to change it. Probably the worst decision you made all night because the show was extremely perverted. You and your new neighbor sit in a comfortable silence while the tv show plays in the background.

“So,” he stretches out, “you’re from Boston?”

You shake your head, making sure to swallow your food before speaking, “well, yeah. I was born here but I’ve lived in Seattle since I was 12.”

“What made you move back?” The tone in his voice made you wonder if he was being genuine or just nosey. It was melancholy, that’s the best way to describe it. Like something was missing in his life, like he didn’t have anything to live for.

Taking a deep breath, you had to brace yourself every time he spoke. You didn’t know what it was or why it was happening, but Matt had a certain vibe to him, a vibe that you couldn’t quite pinpoint. All you knew is that you needed to figure out.

“It’s the city of love,” the words rolling off your tongue before you even realize you said them aloud. Matt looks at you for a moment, like he’s trying to read you. You match his energy, staring him down like he was doing to you, making Matt blinks a few times, attempting to look away but his mind won’t let hm.

“You really want to get your tongue underneath hers, too. Yeah, you want to get in there like a Claritin to just dissolve,” one the characters from Big Mouth sounds thru the kitchen, a bit too loud. Matt’s head snaps towards to screen, his face heats up dark red as he looks from the screen to you, basically snitching on himself.

For the millionth time tonight, your face matches his - red and flustered.

You and Matt chat for a while, making small talk about the love you both shared for Boston. He vowed to take you out to get more familiar with the city since you hadn't visited in years. Small talk turned into an hour's long conversations about everything under the sun, moon, and stars. You felt like you were catching up with somebody you had known for years. Eventually, Matt's eyes fall to his phone. 10:53 pm. He watches as you yawn, your elbow still propped on the table, and your head resting on it lightly. Big Mouth still plays across your computer screen, the perverted animation wasn't such a bad thing, you had forgot it was even playing. Matt gets up, taking your dishes over to the sink to rinse them off. The small act of kindness impresses you, taking him for the gentleman he truly is.

“Thanks for hanging out with me. I don’t know a lot of people here,” you tell him. In the beginning of the night, you wanted to stay in your solitude. It was an overwhelming day for you, and you weren’t expecting company. When Matt showed up at your door, you had no intentions of eating dinner with him, but you’re glad you did. His company gave you some type of comfort. Even though there wasn’t a lot said between you two, besides random chit-chat, you were grateful he interrupted your night.

Matt leans against the counter, “thanks for having me. I’m right next door so if you ever want to hang out,” he trails on, indicating he had a good night too.

“It’s the least I can do,” you tell him, “especially since you paid for it. Thanks again, by the way.” You weren’t used to having anyone, except your dad, pay for things. Even when you were with your ex, it was a routine you always paid for everything. It didn’t matter if it was dinner and a movie or something more expensive. Hell, you even got his car out of impound before, and that was easily seven hundred dollars. It all went unnoticed with him.

“Well, I seen you moving in earlier. I wanted to come over, but I didn’t want to be a bother,” he tells you, honesty lace through his voice. You walk over to him, leaning your body against the opposite counter. Superman pajamas pants and your cropped tank, you fold your arms over your chest to cover yourself from exposure. Not having a bra on made matters very noticeable.

Matt’s eyes trail over your body, taking in every inch of you. “So, you just wanted a reason to talk me?” your whisper-like tone sends chills down his spine, peppering his arms in goosebumps. He clears his throats and nods. A flirtatious smirk pulls at your lips, “I’m glad you did.”

“Yeah, me too,” the mood becomes softer, and he searches your face with his eyes.

Courage sparks through your core, and you decide to test the waters, “you want to kiss me, don’t you?”

Your questions take him by surprise, and you watch as Matt fixes his posture, fiddling with the sleeve of his jacket. He makes sure to keep his eyes locked on yours, “only if you want me to.”

You press your lips together, “do you think I do?” Being a tease was one of your many talents, you were best at it.

Matt’s eyebrows furrow together, and he thinks for a split second. “Y-yea, I think so,” he stutters over his words. It obvious you have a certain effect on him that makes him nervous. Or maybe it was the moment.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

That’s all you have to ask him before his hands shoot out, finding your waist, and pulling you towards him. Your face is inches away from his, and he leans in for a quick, yet hesitant, kiss. It only lasts a split second before Matt pulls away. His soft lips made you want more, so you smash your lips into his, a little rougher than anticipated. Matt snakes a hand around your waist, and the other travels up to cup for cheek.

Your lips move against his like two waves that had been separated for a lifetime. You make a fist of his shirt, trying to pull him in closer to you. This was the closest you had been to someone romantically since your ex. The kiss was something you had never experienced before, being with your ex for so long made the spark die out. You hadn’t been kissed like this in years and you were loving every minute of it, but you knew it had to end soon. You were running out of breath and trying to breathe through your nose with his face so close to yours was sucking it right out of you.

Matt is the one to break the heated kiss, finally pulling to look at you. “Woah," he's absolutely flustered, and you loved to see it.

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hii! i heart ur headcanons sm, so i was gonna ask if u could right some sibling headcanons (especially with roman) of growing up and getting a chronic illness so we end up unable to work like they do so logan treats us like were useless a lot of the time. sorry if that's too angsty or u don't want to, but if you do thanks you! i have a chronic illness and it would be cool to have comfort characters so comforting and stuff but thanks again! 🫶🏻 have a good day!

(can i become raccoon anon?) - 🦝

anon, I literally love you so much!! and of course you can be THE raccoon lol 🦝

I just want to let you know that if you ever, EVER need support, my ask box and pms are open to you always. I’m here for you, I will be your best friend, whatever it is you need 🫶🏽

thank you so much for requesting, and hopefully I can make this a series for you so that you have representation - if that’s something you want, just let me know xx I will literally write whatever you want me to <3 enjoy 🩷

chronic illness (sib!roys)

ᝰ you’re a difficult to thing to talk about for the roys

ᝰ shiv is the only one who’s ever really defended you to your father

ᝰ kendall and roman still supported you, but were just too afraid of logan to do anything

ᝰ early childhood, connor made sure you took all your meds exactly when you were supppsed to, every single day

ᝰ roman would make up games that you could play that didn’t require you to run or exert yourself to the point where you got hurt

ᝰ you and shiv would read the harry potter picture books together

ᝰ kendall, in secret, would do all of your homework if you weren’t feeling well

ᝰ which was a lot

ᝰ shiv would always convince your dad to let you sleep in or stay home from school certain days

ᝰ roman would physically fight kids who bullied you or were rude at school/on the playground

ᝰ in high school, kendall wrote a five page letter to the principal and got one repeat bully of yours expelled

ᝰ shiv campaigned hard to make school more accessible for you

ᝰ roman still fought people that looked at you funny

ᝰ he tells you one night after getting a bloody lip that he’ll never stop fighting for you

ᝰ it was tradition that if you were bed bound or in the hospital, shiv, roman, and kendall would bring a deck of cards to you so you could all play

ᝰ but as you got older, you all drifted apart

ᝰ first ken moving away for college, the other two following slowly after

ᝰ they kept in contact, sure, but now you’re in this massive house, all by yourself with no one to talk to

ᝰ you did college online

ᝰ and even then, you don’t ever think you’ll really be able to work

ᝰ you avoid your father as much as physically possible

ᝰ he’s always thought you weren’t worth anything

ᝰ you’ve learned not to let it get to you

ᝰ after kendall graduates and comes back to new york to work for waystar, he visits more

ᝰ connor’s been long gone, so now it’s him staying on top of your meds

ᝰ even though you can do it yourself, you let him

ᝰ you know he feels bad for you

ᝰ some dystopian pity

ᝰ you didn’t want to talk about it with him, ever, so you just let him do it

ᝰ things only change after roman graduates

ᝰ even though he’s arguably the most afraid of your father, he came back to new york and made you move in with him

ᝰ “you don’t even take care of yourself, ro,” you tell him one day

ᝰ “so? you’re more important to me. i’m not going to let you fucking be in danger because dad’s a jackass.”

ᝰ he makes sure his fridge and pantry are stocked with solely food you can eat

ᝰ your dad never asks after you

ᝰ but oh well

ᝰ you only ever talk to roman anymore

ᝰ it changes after a particularly bad scare with your health

ᝰ and it’s just like ten years ago, the four of you cramped together on one hospital bed, playing cards

ᝰ shiv and ken never lose touch with you again

ᝰ you walk ken down the aisle at his wedding

ᝰ and at every wedding you attend for your siblings, you’re their person of honor, standing, sitting, whatever you can, right behind them

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Imagine there was a law once a year you had to kill someone else to survive and not be able to be killed that year. As a problem to overpopulation.

I hate the "Is the cup half full or half empty" thing. It doesn't help to see if I'm pessimistic or optimistic. Seeing as my view depends on how the glass was set up. If the water was poured first, it is half full. If the glass was filled completely with water, then half of it got dumped out, it is half empty. How can you say "Oh it's half empty" or "oh it's half full". Also both of those are technically correct, so why is this even a thing? You literally can't tell anything from this and I hate it.

I don't think anyone is dumb. Everyone learns differently. Just because the person is not understanding the concept, doesn't mean they are stupid or slow. That means it is not being taught in their learning style. There are like 7 different learning styles, and I know for a fact there are almost no schools that try to teach people using all of them. It's not your fault for not understanding something, sometimes it's not even the person teaching you fault. Sometimes the wording is just confusing in your brain or you need longer to process and make connections. I just hate whenever someone uses dumb as an insult. It doesn't make sense and yes there are some topics I would be "Dumb" to, but that's just because I haven't tried to learn them.

Silent letters in English are so dumb. Or words that are just not spelled like they are pronounced. Like what's the point? It just makes everything more confusing for everyone. And also the different spelling for every day thing from like British English to American English to Australian English. Like Gray? I honestly don't know how to spell it correctly where I'm from. I change the spelling every time I spell Grey. It's so dumb.

Did you know ADHD meds don't work if you have certain foods after or before you take them. Mostly foods or things with vitamin C. Just a thought.

I have no clue why I wrote this. I had ten thousand other things I could be doing. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my random thoughts and I'm sure glad for the ask anonymously feature in tumbler!

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We're bees.

Gray with an A is how you spell it in the USA. It has the A for America. Grey is the British spelling.

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because of this post

OP: u/cerealisbadactually

Context, me (27M) and my roommate (29M) have been splitting rent on a bachelor's pad since he graduated college (I'm homeschooled and run one of my dad's business branches).

For the past five years, we've gone to my family's place for Thanksgiving dinner. This is because we have some friends who only live where my family lives, and also because I have a better relationship with my father and stepmother than he does with his father and stepmother.

Last year, our friends who live there moved on and so we won't be able to see them at my family's place anymore. My roommate said that we should take this chance to have Thanksgiving dinner somewhere else. I thought this meant that we are either hosting our own Friendsgiving at our place, or that we're joining a Friendsgiving with our mutual friends.

No. He's invited to Thanksgiving with his side of the family. I hate his father and stepmother. He frankly doesn't like his dad and has a complicated relationship with his stepmother (she both babies him too much and also puts undue pressure on him because "he's her favorite son", despite having sons of her own). She has messed with every one of our friends and we all hate her, including my roommate's exgirlfriend.

His parents are essentially very high status and are "big wigs" and no one can visit their place on a whim. This year, they decided they want to hold a feast and have "deigned to invite" my roommate and also another one of our friends.

I don't think we should go, I'm thinking of telling my roommate that we should say fuck you (politely) to his parents and do our own thing.

He thinks that things have changed (it hasn't) and it would be a good show of diplomacy for us to go. I think it's unnecessary and that his parents would just have to deal with not having a closer relationship with him. If we refuse, then we can't go to my family's Thanksgiving either or else it'd turn into a whole Thing, but we can do something else. WBTA if I convince him that we should just do Thanksgiving on our own?

Replies:

u/terminator367: YWBTA, your roommate can decide whether or not he wants to have a close relationship with his family. You're really overstepping as a roommate.

u/biglongdiiiiiinner: OP why are you so insistent on having Thanksgiving with your roommate?

u/cerealisbadactually replied: Because it's our thing, we do holidays together since we live together.

u/applejackpony replied: soft YBTA, sounds like OP's family kind of adopted his roommate and he's also like a brother. i also wouldn't want someone i'm close to and care about dealing with toxic family members. however this is your friend's choice and all you can do is be supportive of him.

u/cerealisbadactually replied: but i really, really don't want to go.

u/applejackpony replied: you don't have to go????? just don't stop your friend from going?

u/cereialsibadactually replied: like doing our separate things for thanksgiving?

u/applejackpony replied: Yes, that sounds like the only option.

u/whatthefxxxxxxkkkk replied: are you the one that posted in r/rants about having to sign a thank you card your boyfriend wrote to your stepmother because she ignored everything on your housewarming registry and bought you guys a cereal subscription? you sound like an ungrateful asshole and your roommate is too good for you.

u/cerealisbadactually replied: that was my roommate not my boyfriend, and my stepmother knows i hate cereal. we had simple and cheap items on our registry like blankets, table covers, and chair protectors, and she went and spent $2000 on five years' worth of cereal subscription. forgive me for being annoyed at having to sign a thankyou note for that.

u/helloitsmeadele replied: OP why did you and your roommate have a housewarming registry.

u/cerealisbadactually replied: UPDATE. I spoke with my roommate. He's given me more information on why he thinks we should go, namely because his parents wants to do an acknowledgement of the people who have worked for them (our friends and I have all done a lot of jobs for them over the years). They "forgot" to invite me and some other people, and only invited their favorites. But there was more communication and now a lot more people are going together. I'm still not happy about going but it'd be a bit more bearable if my sister and her fiance are also going to be there.

u/helloitsmeadele replied: OP you didn't answer, why do you and your roommate have a housewarming registry together?

[sunlightwoo]

dangerous

pairing: mingi x g.n reader, some of unknown ateez member x reader

genre: angst | warnings: mentions of the bar, alcohol | rating: pg-16 | wc: 830

plot: you wondered what made him change his mind; why did he have to go away so quickly and so easily? was it because it was you?

a/n: idk what this was,,, and it’s been a while since i last wrote, but hopefully you guys like it!! 

song ib: dangerous - madison beer

It’s too loud. 

The familiar setting of you coming to this exact bar at least twice a week hits a little too close to home this time around, and the eerie feeling in your gut cannot pinpoint why it does. You had received a text from a friend of yours that you haven’t talked to in a while, unsure as to why he had texted you out of the blue. It wasn’t like he was obligated to still talk to you, when it was you that had broken things off with his best friend; he should’ve cut you off in the first place. 

Yunho, however, was a man of wild cards as he had called you on his cell phone, incoherently asking you to pick him up and drop him off at his apartment in exchange for a coffee outing in the morning. You think you shouldn’t decline it in the first place, knowing that it’s the last stretch of final exams for the fall semester, and that you were just one semester away from graduating college. 

But you hated this scene. 

You currently stand out in the middle of the bar, looking for the tall man that had called you previously in hopes that you could just grab him and go, but nothing could ever prepare you for the sight that you were graced with. 

In the corner of the bar you see him, the person that you once thought that you were going to have everything with. 

Song Mingi was someone that came into your life almost unexpectedly, gracing his presence into your life at the same time that you had met Yunho. The two had almost come together as a package duo, and the you from years ago would’ve laughed at the idea of you being the one to break things off with the latter. However it was the idea of the future that had scared both you and Mingi that you had finally made a choice for the two of you; to go your separate ways before you can hurt the other. 

The breakup was still fresh in your mind, as it had only been three weeks since you had seen them both and the rest of your mutual friend group. You thought that it would’ve been best to distance yourself from them all so that you could take the time to heal and love yourself better, but standing in the middle of this bar made you feel anything but that. 

There was someone else in his lap, making out with him and he had been holding them closer to him more than you would’ve liked. 

“Are you okay?” 

The three words were said from behind you, and for some reason it comforts you in the worst ways possible. You turn to face an old flame of yours, one that you knew was also a victim in this case because from what you heard, he had recently gotten out of a relationship as well. The girl that he used to be with was someone that he told you not to worry about, but in this moment you realize that it was now him who was on your end of the stick. 

You wanted to laugh in his face at his question, but you also knew that he once knew you on the back of his hand. He knew that you had been hurting inside, because this was quite possibly your last straw with falling in love with someone; and he had known you were dating for the long run, rather than just in the moment.  

“Was it really that easy to let me go?” You whispered harshly, more towards yourself as you looked between Mingi who was now no longer in the spot that you had seen him in, and the person beside you. 

The look of pity mixed in with guilt had said everything that you needed to, and maybe tonight was not the night where you could’ve easily picked up the pieces. Maybe you needed more time to heal, and to be away from them because now that you remember it, they were all in one friend group. 

One was bound to tell the other sooner or later. 

“Y/N…”

“Y/N, there you are!” You hear Yunho say from behind you, and for a moment you think that you were saved by his timing to get you out of the suffocating place, “Are you still okay with driving me back?” 

You looked up at the latter with a fake smile, tugging on his sleeve to guide him out carefully as you left your past behind with all the unspoken words between you both. Maybe if you weren’t in such conditions, you could step forward and hear about all the things that had gone wrong between you two. 

But for now, you think that it’s better to love yourself first, before you find it even more dangerous to fall in love with someone new.

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Jerry Robinson and the Joker

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In 1939 Bob Kane came a cross a young man playing tennis with a jacket covered in cartoon drawings. The artwork was really good and so Kane, needing help on his new feature, went to ask the man where he got it. As it turned out it was the young man who drew on it and Kane was impressed enough to offer the man, Jerry Robinson, a job. Robinson needed money to get through college for journalism and got into cartooning, and selling ice cream, to achieve that. After checking in on his Columbia application to see if it was still good, and joined Kane's team. Robinson said in an interview with David Armstrong that he actually wasn't impressed with the first, and only at the time, issue but he needed the cash. Jerry Robinson would balance college and cartooning for the first few years before dropping out to fully pursue drawing.

Robinson attempted to match the approach of Bob Kane's more simpler style but ultimately kept to his own style and fortunately not much issue came up. Soon, he would move to directly working for DC around 1941 after DC offered him and Bill Finger a position to keep working at Batman when they got wind of other publishers asking for them.

The move to working for DC rather than for Kane wouldn't be the only big event. In the Batman series, starting in 1940, Robinson would create the Joker and also name the boy wonder, Robin for Detective Comics #38. When Batman (1940) came into the scene, the creative team was meet with greater work than before---3 13pg stories and 1 12pg story for the quarterly Batman series and a 13pg story for Detective Comics. Plus there was Worlds Finest. All that workload was too much for Finger and Robinson volunteered his help for Finger, maybe get paid and have it serve as a writing credit. Robinson decided to start off with the villain to to a high level of interest for the antagonists, finding them "inherently more interesting than heroes". He wanted to create a villain that could really match up to Batman, someone that was larger than life and memorable in a way the crooks and hijackers of earlier stories wasn't.

Finding it more interesting to make a contradicting villain with a sense of humor. Robinson associated that humor with the Joker card, due to a family that was very good at and loved card playing (one of his older brother's graduated on a scholarship from a Bridge tournament).

While Jerry was suppose to be the one writing the story, as he described the idea of a villain messing around with Batman, Kane and Finger loved the idea so much that they felt that the writing of the story should go to Bill, being the best and because Jerry hadn't wrote a story before. And while he was sad that he couldn't write the first Joker story, Robinson had to admit that it would be best for Bill to do it and unsurprisingly but fortunately still, the story was great.

Though Kane would dispute this "Bill Finger and I created the Joker. Bill was the writer. Jerry Robinson came to me with a playing card of the Joker. That's the way I sum it up. [The Joker] looks like Conrad Veidt — you know, the actor in The Man Who Laughs... Bill Finger had a book with a photograph of Conrad Veidt and showed it to me and said, 'Here's the Joker.' Jerry Robinson had absolutely nothing to do with it. But he'll always say he created it till he dies. He brought in a playing card, which we used for a couple of issues for him [the Joker] to use as his playing card." Bill Finger isn't entirely sure who came up with the idea first, "apparently Jerry Robinson or Bob, I don't recall who, looked at the card and they had an idea for a character".

After about seven years Robinson would leave Batman, wanting to do his own thing, a run down and a bit done with his name not being on any of the work---Robinson would sign it as Kane's name. For many years Jerry would do political cartoons, though he did still do comics as well with Mort Meskin, joe Simon and Jack Kirby.

He was a teacher starting in the 50s, bringing in professionals, and even calling publishers about promising students. Robinson was also president of the National Cartoonists Society for 3 years, president of the Association of American Editorial Cartoonists for 2 years, and founded Cartoonists & Writers Syndicate in 1978. In 1984, a branch CartoonArts International was made to represent political cartoonists, freelancers, and humor panel cartoonists. The organization would team up with Hallmark, an arm of the New York Times, and the United Nations.

Jerry Robinson alongside artist/comic rights advocate Neal Adams as a supporter of Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster against DC to win full recognition and compensation as the creators of Superman. And won in the mid 1970s.

Jerry created a manga, Astra, in 1999 with various Japanese's artist.

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An Announcement of Numbers

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Allison sent him a birth announcement for his niece, Claire, almost a year ago. At the time he thought it was tacky and unneeded, but he kind of understands it now. Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, pregnancy, trans-male pregnancy, and addiction Word Count: 7,143 Ship(s): Allison Hargreeves & Diego Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves & Viktor Hargreeves

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A/N: So I wrote this a very long time ago, before I had ever watched S3. I put it on hold because I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with it but eventually I decided to edit out Viktor's deadname and replace everything. If there are any missed pronouns or names please let me know so that I can edit it! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone &lt;3

Viktor didn't like announcement cards very much. He thought that they were tacky and classist, a complete waste of time. He had things that he wanted to announce to his siblings before, but he had always been too poor to afford them so just hand wrote them notes. They seemed to respond better to those than they had the announcement cards they got from others back when they were all living together in the Academy. He sent them his little notes when he had graduated from college, and then again when he had performed at his first concert. Of course, none of his siblings had been able to attend either one of them, but they had written him letters in reply.

The Hargreeves siblings wanted no reminders of their time back in the Academy, other than Luther who had stayed there long after the rest of them left, but they did want to stay in contact with each other. Allison had almost immediately run away to LA so that she could be a famous movie star. Diego had stuck around in the city to become a police officer and continue the crime fighting like he had as a child. Klaus had run away in the city, always chasing after his next fix. Klaus and Diego saw each other more than any of the other siblings did, especially with the two brother's conflicted career paths.

They chose to stay in contact with each other by sending letters back and forth. Diego's letters were always short and direct. Sometimes he would include a message from Klaus, scrawled in his own messy handwriting, letting them know that he was still breathing despite his best efforts. Allison loved to send them care packages full of things that she had gathered while in LA. Viktor would send them long letters telling them all about his orchestra and the kids that he taught. He even sent them his book after he had gotten the requested copies from his publisher.

He hadn't gotten the response that he had been expecting from that, though. He had partially been expecting them to not pay it any mind, like they did most of his accomplishments, or to encourage him to speak out about the abuse they faced as children. Instead, he had gotten an angry call from each of them. Diego had yelled at him about springing this on him when Klaus was in rehab after an overdose and he had just failed the police academy. Allison had lectured him for similar reasons, asking if her brother was purposefully threatening her brand new marriage and sparkling career. After that, he had gotten absolutely no word from either of them. Their messages had been pretty clear, they wanted nothing to do with him.

That made it all the more surprising when he found a crisp green envelope buried in the junk mail and bills he usually got. Allison used to send all of her packages and letters in wrappings similar to that, and her handwriting was scrawled on the front. Viktor had, of course, immediately opened it despite running a little late in his routine. Inside he had found a birth announcement for his niece. It had a picture of a newborn baby swaddled in a blanket with the Umbrella Academy logo in small print all over it. On the bottom in a beautiful gray print was the baby's name and the day that she was born.

A mix of emotions had gone through him once he received the announcement. He knew that Allison loved little announcements like this, as she had sent her siblings ones for her marriage and several of her movie premiers even if none of them could attend. Because he knew his sister, Viktor also knew that there had been a pregnancy announcement that he hadn't gotten. The only reason that he got this one was most likely because Allison and her husband Patrick had been too worn out by their new arrival to remember their grudge. Viktor was angry about the fact that his sister hadn't told him that she was pregnant. He also understood why Allison hadn't, which came with a bit of grief and guilt. He was relieved that he had gotten news about his niece at all. The main feeling that he got was a resurgence in his feelings about how tacky announcement cards were.

His feelings changed when he had a child of his own. 

Viktor had never expected to be a parent at any point in his entire life. His most serious relationship was the one that ended up getting him pregnant, and they broke up at least twice a month. Still, when he was holding the little black and white picture confirming that he was growing a child, he resolved himself to keeping them despite the dysphoria it would cause him. The process was long and hard, especially since he was doing it alone, but the nurses and doctor working with him through the pregnancy had been wonderful. They were supportive and kind towards his needs and desires during his sixteen hour long labor, all of which he had spent in the hospital since she had pre-eclampsia, even snapping a few pictures of key moments. 

One of such moments was right after his little one had been born. She had quite literally just slid out into the world, the doctor placing her onto her father’s chest. Viktor’s face was visible in the picture and showed nothing but love and adoration for the little one in his arms. He looked exhausted, with huge dark circles under his eyes from barely sleeping at night since his third trimester started, and he was pale from the pre-eclampsia, but he had never seen himself look happier. After seeing that image, he decided that he had to share his joy with others.

---

Klaus had been crashing on Diego’s couch for almost three days when he got the envelope in the mail. It had been thrown into the back room of the gym that he worked and lived at, along with some junk mail with his name on it. The aforementioned man had stolen it right out of his hands before he got the chance to open it and did it himself. Diego was only able to steal back the envelope so that he could see the return address had Viktor’s new name above it.

"Woah," Klaus whispered. "I'm either too high or not high enough."

"What? What could he want to say?" he asked, spitting the pronoun out like it was burning him. He stalked over to his brother, replacing the little postcard that Klaus was holding with the envelope like he was a child. Klaus seemed perfectly happy to play with the edges of it while Diego processed what was in his hands. "No fucking way, man," he whispered. 

"Please welcome the newest member of our family: Annika Grace Hargreeves," Klaus recited from memory as he chucked the envelope vaguely in the direction of his coffee table. 

Diego walked over to his brother. He slapped Klaus' legs away until he was forced to sit properly and give room for the other man. "Look at this," he said, forcing the postcard back into his hands.

"It's a baby," the addict replied blankly.

"It's a baby that our brother, our brother that wrote a stupid b-book about us is cl-claiming is his," the anger that was already boiling in his gut reached an explosion point when he started stuttering. It had been so long since he had a stuttering episode, he had specifically been avoiding situations that would make him too emotional so that he could speak clearly, that he had forgotten any other emotion for a moment. The volatile ex-hero reached to the coffee table where he had a handful of knives and shot two at the wall behind them.

Klaus let out a small screech as he moved away from the assault just in time to avoid being hit. "Why are you like this?" he hissed, kicking at him.

Now that he had a bit of his emotion worked through, he grabbed the postcard again. Diego studied the picture on the front, right above the words explaining what the newborn's name was and when she had been born. It was a picture of a quite literally brand new baby, still red and slightly lopsided. She had a tiny hand clenched tightly into a fist up by the side of her face with a lock of familiar brown hair in between her fingers. He could make out the very edge of Viktor’s face, which held the brightest smile that he had ever seen him wear.

"Our brother had a baby," he whispered as it really began to sink in. Despite all of the resentment that had built up over the years at the book Viktor had published airing all of their dirty laundry during an already terrible time in his life, he regretted the fact that he hadn't felt safe telling him that he was pregnant. 

"Annika and Claire are going to be around the same age, aren't they?" Klaus hummed. He snatched the postcard from Diego and looked it over again. "He looks happy. Doesn't say who the other father is though. Maybe V doesn't want us to meet him."

Diego folded his arms over his chest. "Get sober for a couple of days, I want to go and meet the guy that knocked up our baby brother."

"You want to go meet our niece," Klaus looked off to the side like someone else was talking to him. His smile softened for a little bit, as did the tenseness in his shoulders. "I guess I can go without anything for a couple of days if it means getting to see V smile like this in person."

---

Allison got a lot of mail. So much that her manager, a lovely woman named Debbie, made her sit down once a month and go through it all. They would skim through a lot of the letters, shredding any that had come from stalkers or poorly concealed paparazzi. Everything else she would reply to with the best of her abilities. Some of the standard 'I love your work' fanmail got an automated printed response that was still in her handwriting but that she didn't have to answer by hand. She liked it when she got mail from little kids that were looking up to her and wanted to know actual, genuine questions.

Today was one of those days. She had her daughter on her lap as she opened each letter and tossed it into the proper pile. Her manager was doing the same, turning every now and again to make a cooing noise at the six-month-old.

"What's this?" Patrick asked as he walked over. He moved so that he was sitting down behind his wife with his hand on her hip. He grabbed a letter that he had spotted out of the pile that looked different than the rest. He turned it over a couple of times before Claire giggled and reached for his nose with her little hand. His attention immediately moved away from the letter and to their daughter, "Hey there, cutie. Are you helping Mommy with her work? Yeah, I bet you are."

The actress removed the letter from his hand so that she was holding it. She allowed her husband to entertain their baby while she tried to figure out who had sent her the letter. "It's from Viktor," Allison interrupted after she finally had time to process. The envelope itself was a lovely pink color, very soft and quiet. Her brother’s loopy scrawl covered the front, giving Allison's address and her own return address.

"Viktor?" both Debbie and Patrick perked up at that.

"As in the brother that sent you the book that almost ruined your movie deal?" her manager asked, raising a perfectly plucked brow. "I'd just throw it out. What would you want to do with him after what he did to you?"

The married couple glanced at each other before they focused back down at the letter. "Do you think that he wants to talk to you about Claire? We did send him a birth announcement, so it's not like he doesn't know he's an uncle."

"You sent him a birth announcement? After everything that he did to you?" Debbie questioned, her voice a scoffing scorn.

"He's still my brother. We didn't tell the media about Claire's birth, I at least wanted to tell everyone in my family," Allison replied. She turned the letter in her hand over again before she sliced it open with her fingernail. She removed the postcard inside and then felt a jolt of emotion that she couldn't quite name. It was similar to the announcement that they had sent the other Academy members just six months ago. The material that the card was made out of was a lot cheaper than what they had been able to afford. It was clear that Viktor had several of the photos printed at a print shop for the cheapest yet nicest material that he could get. The pictures weren't professional, they didn't even look like they had been taken with a camera, more like they had been taken on someone's phone.

And yet, Allison couldn't help the way that her heart melted. The picture brought back memories of her own delivery with Claire. Viktor and his newborn were having their second skin-to-skin moment that most new parents got in the hospital. The baby had been cleaned off and had her hospital band around her little wrist. Her hand was grasped tightly around a lock of her father’s hair while pressed to the side of her face. She was mid-yawn, with just the smallest sliver of blue iris visible in the slit of her eye. Viktor’s face was mostly out of frame, but Allison could see the brightest smile resting on his features. He looked tired, but like he had never loved more before in his life.

"I can't believe that he had a baby," she murmured when the information finally began to sink in. "He was pregnant when I sent him Claire's birth announcement. The two of us could have talked! Why didn't he tell me?"

"Baby, did you ever consider that it was because of the call where you screamed at him for publishing a book talking about your childhoods?" Patrick asked carefully as he rubbed his hand on the small of her back.

"I… suppose," she clicked her tongue. She glanced up at her manager, "Do you think that I'd be able to go back and visit my siblings before the shoot of the next movie?"

Debbie sighed as she set the couple of letters in her hand down on the table. She stood up, already pulling her phone from her pocket, "I'll see what I can do. You're only going to be able to stay a couple of days, and I wouldn't bring Claire. Especially if you don't want the paparazzi swarming her before she's even a year old."

"I'll stay with her," Patrick said quickly. "You can go out and meet your brother’s baby-"

"Annika," Allison said quickly.

"Right, you can go and see Annika. When both of the girls are old enough we can introduce them to each other. I think they're a little small for a cross country field trip at the moment," he chuckled. "Especially Annika."

Allison turned so that she could press her lips to her husband's. He chuckled but then happily kissed her back. "Thank you, my love," she whispered as she placed her forehead against his in another act of affection. Claire was beginning to get a bit rowdy in her lap, wiggling around in discontent. "Oh, lovely. How are you going to survive without all eyes on you while Mommy is visiting Uncle Viktor, huh?" she asked softly.

"We'll make due," Patrick replied. He gave his wife another swift kiss. He gathered their daughter up in his arms as he got up and left her to her work. Allison's flight was scheduled out to the East Coast after just a few hours.

---

Almost as soon as her flight touched down, Allison was digging through her contacts to find her brother's number. She had nearly dialed the last rehab facility that Klaus had been forced to attend before she found Diego's actual number. She was walking through the airport with her hair tied back in a bun and a large pair of sunglasses to cover her face in the hopes that it would stop her from being recognized. She much preferred being back in the smaller parts of their hometown, where everyone recognized them from their superhero days and didn't care about them anymore. Relief flooded through her when she finally got to her cab and Diego answered one of the numerous calls she had now burdened his phone with.

"What?" he snapped immediately upon their lines being connected.

"Viktor had a baby," she said smartly. She had been up with Claire almost the entire night before, so she had slept while on the flight. That meant that her brain was five steps behind the rest of her.

"I'm well aware. I got the same announcement I assume you did," he replied.

"Why didn't you tell me? You live in the same city as him, you had to get it a week before I did at least," she snapped.

Her brother let out a small huff. There was a lot of background noise on the call, including a voice that Allison thought she recognized. "I did. I've been helping Klaus get sober so that we can go and visit our niece."

"You two are going to see the baby too?"

"What do you mean 'too'?" Klaus' voice spoke into the phone.

Allison rolled her eyes and waited the several long minutes it took for her two brothers to stop squabbling like they were six again before she answered, "I flew out here as soon as I could. I mean, we've both been pregnant and we have kids around the same age. I thought that Viktor could use his sister. I want to meet the father too."

"I guess we'll come and pick you up at the airport then," Diego replied. "No point in the both of us going to disrupt a new parent at different times."

"Yeah, because I'm sure that Vik-Vik will love to have us all crammed in his apartment with his newborn after not talking with us for years," Klaus said, sarcastically, and loudly.

"I'm actually going to the hotel I'll be staying in while I'm here. I think that it's a good idea for us to all go at once. That way he can kick us all out at the same time if he doesn't want us there. He doesn't have to tell us separately," Allison replied. She remembered how awful it had been having different waves of Patrick's family and their friends come and visit them when Claire had been born. Everyone thought that it was helping to sit around and coo at the baby while the new parents had to do work around the house instead of doing the chores themselves.

"We'll pick you up at the hotel, just give us the address. And don't worry, Klaus is totally sober and under supervision," Diego replied. 

Allison provided him with the information that he needed and he promptly hung up. She rolled her eyes fondly at that. The rest of the cab ride was spent with nervous anticipation. She was still in contact with her brothers, but they had just been sending letters back and forth since she had left for Los Angeles, so she hadn't seen them in person since their Academy days. She dumped her bags into her room as quickly as she could after checking in. As soon as everything was securely locked away to be dealt with after she had her little family reunion, she rushed back down to the lobby. 

Diego and Klaus already stood there, waiting for her. A bright grin split her face as she rushed over to them. Klaus opened his arms and immediately wrapped her up in a hug, though Diego took a step away from them both to avoid physical contact. "It's so good to see you both. I know that we talked on the phone and sent letters, but it almost didn't feel real. I'm glad that you're both alive and standing."

"For the most part," Klaus chuckled when he removed himself from her arms. The actress felt a stab in her heart when she realized how badly life had been treating him. He was as thin as he could be without his bones literally poking out of his skin, and his appearance had this sour yellow undertone to it where he used to be rosy-hued and tan. His eyes were sunk back into his head and ringed by gray and black, one from eyeliner and one from lack of sleep. His smile never quite reached those secretive green eyes of his. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a crop top, the former obviously taken from Diego's closet. 

She grasped his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Are we ready to go see Viktor?"

"Mm," their brother replied instead of giving them an actual answer. He turned on his heel and walked out of the hotel, expecting them to follow. Allison rolled her eyes but hurried after him. Klaus wound his arms easily around her waist to keep her close to him. Even as children they had both been pretty physical with each other when Diego had been distant. He didn't like receiving hugs or kisses, even from their mother, like the rest of them did. They had grown up with it so they were more than used to it.

The group of three quickly piled into his car with Klaus in the back, Diego driving, and Allison sitting shotgun. The drive over was filled with talking from two of the three inhabitants as Allison shared what her life was like. Diego and Luther had made it to her wedding, but Klaus hadn't, so she had the opportunity to gush about her husband to someone who had never met him before. Diego was quiet for the most part while they drove, but Allison had known him long enough to know that he was thinking a million miles a minute. Every street that they turned down was being analyzed in his head like he was trying to place crimes they had stopped as children and he had stopped as an adult in each location. To his credit, the further that they drove, the less nice the neighborhoods looked. When they finally stopped in front of the apartment building that their sister lived in, all three of them were a little concerned. It wasn't a bad place to live, but it certainly wasn't what any of them had been expecting Viktor to be raising his baby in. 

The three siblings got out of the car and entered the apartment building. They walked up a couple flights of stairs until they reached the apartment that the man in the front room where the mailboxes were had said Viktor lived. Allison turned to address her brothers before they went any further, "Okay, before we go in there, I want to make a couple of things clear. As a mother myself I can say that there is nothing more annoying than people saying that they're helping by holding your baby for you. All you want to do is hold your baby and having to do chores stops you from doing that. Be nice to him, don't comment on his appearance, and if he cries don't comment on that either."

"We know how to be people, Allison," Klaus rolled his eyes. He pushed past his siblings so that he was the one standing at the door, but right before his knuckles were about to make contact with the wood he paused. All three of them went quiet as they heard the melancholic sound of a violin playing, a sound that had haunted the halls of their home all throughout childhood. "He still plays," the addict smiled softly, this time it reached his eyes.

"Are you really surprised? Violin was his passion even when we were eleven," Diego snarked. He leaned past his brother so that he could knock on the door instead.

The lullaby sound of the instrument stopped as soon as the knocking rang through the hallway and apartment. It was only a second later before the door opened to reveal a tired version of their brother, not that Viktor had ever been really awake in their childhood. He always looked rundown and withdrawn, but now it was a different kind of tiredness. Like he was exhausted but someone had replaced the joy in his eyes. "What can I do… what are you guys doing here?" Viktor asked when he finally realized who was standing in front of him. He turned and glanced back behind him before he looked back at them. "Uh…"

"You're the one that notified us about your bundle of joy, brother of mine," Klaus smiled widely. He reached forward so that he had the short man almost completely wrapped up in a hug. It took a second for him to get over his shock before he responded by returning it.

He buried his head in Klaus’ shoulder and let out a wet sob. Allison looked meaningfully at Diego, who placed his hands up in a mock-surrender. Viktor released him and then began to wipe at his face with the edge of his sweater, "It's been so long since I've heard from you. I try to check around with the rehab places in the city to make sure that you're okay but they rarely give out any information. I'm really glad that you're okay, Klaus."

He rubbed his brother’s shoulder affectionately before he backed away. "Come in, if you want," he motioned to his apartment.

Diego walked past Klaus as he decided that his brother was taking too long. The other two hurried in, and Viktor shut the door behind them. "I hope that you didn't think I was sending you that announcement thing as a way of manipulating you. I just… I kind of wanted someone else to know."

Diego made a sound like he was unsure he believed him as he began to walk around the apartment. He was inspecting the wallpaper peeling up at the top of the wall where it met the ceiling for a moment before he moved to looking at the door. Allison shot him a look that silenced any other noises he might make, but she let him continue on his examination of their brother’s house.

She turned her attention back to the smaller ex-Academy member. She could hear the coo of a baby in the next room over, which she assumed was either Viktor’s bedroom or the nursery. "Can we meet her?" Allison asked, squeezing her hands in front of her like she always did when she was trying to hold herself back.

"Oh, yeah, of course," Viktor hit his hand lightly on his forehead. "Sorry, I've been really scatterbrained recently. I think it's the hormones and lack of sleep, not that I would trade it for anything," he let out a little laugh that made all three siblings stop. They had never, not even as toddlers, heard their brother sound that genuinely happy. He quickly hurried to the next room, and when he returned he had the softest expression of utter adoration resting on his features.

Diego was the closest to him now as he had moved over to the windows, fiddling with the latch that kept them closed from the inside. "She's so small," he commented, blinking down at the bundle.

"Well, if you hadn't noticed, I'm kind of a small person too," Viktor chuckled. "Guys, meet Annika, my daughter." The pride that shown on his features and in his eyes was indescribable.

"Wow," Klaus whispered, moving to peak over the edge of the blanket down at his niece. "You made this all by yourself, Vik-Vik?"

He laughed, shifting his daughter so that the newborn was facing a little bit more towards them and less towards himself. "That is kind of how it works, Klaus."

"Here, come sit down. You have to be exhausted," Allison gently reached out and helped her brother over to the couch. Viktor opened his mouth to object, but just moved with the woman. Allison took that moment to peak over the swaddle herself and get a good look at the little one. She was wearing a blue and green onesie while wrapped in a lovely yellow blanket to try and keep out the March chill that still hung in the air. "How are you feeling? I know you're not even a month postpartum and I remember how awful that was."

"Everyone I talked to said that the hard part would be after the baby was born, but I think this is a lot easier than pregnancy," Viktor chuckled lightly. He tore his eyes away from the gurgling face of his daughter to look to his sister, "Do you want to hold her?"

"I would love to, but you don't have to pass up on time with her if you don't want to. When Claire was born I barely ever wanted to let her out of my sight, even just to sleep," Allison smiled. She had expected things to be a little more awkward, seeing as this was their first face-to-face and voice-to-voice interaction in years, as well as their first interaction since the publishing of that book. 

"Yeah, the first night I had her all I did was watch her breathe through the bassinet. The nurse had to come and take her to the nursery so that I would actually sleep," Viktor laughed. He moved so that he was facing towards his sister, and then gently passed the three-week-old baby over to her. 

Allison had been passed enough baby in her time as a mother that she was able to easily move to hold her. "Hi there," she cooed down at the bundle in her arms. "Hi Annika, I'm your Aunt Allison. I'm so glad that I got to meet you."

Klaus moved so that he was standing behind the couch and looking over Allison's shoulder at the little one in her arms. "She's so small. I mean, I've seen babies before but I never realized how little they were when they were born."

"You can hold her after Allison, if you want," Viktor said before his brows furrowed. "Actually, are you, um, are you-"

Klaus cut him off before Viktor could continue floundering for the right words. "I've been sober since we got your little announcement in the mail, Vik. Diego wasn't about to let me come and see our niece while pumped full of heroin."

As if hearing that someone was speaking about him, the aforementioned vigilante called out to Viktor from the other side of the living room, "You don't have locks on your window. Do you now easy these little latches can be jimmied?"

"I live on the second floor," Viktor replied, his brows furrowing together in confusion.

"Rapists can climb," he said bluntly. "I'll bring some over after work tomorrow."

The smaller of his two siblings stared at him for a moment. Tears rose in Viktor’s tired brown eyes, though he quickly reached a hand up to wipe them away. "Thank you, Diego. I didn't think that you would come at all, so it means a lot to me that you even care about my safety."

"I think you're kind of a bitch for airing our family's dirty laundry without our permission. I don't want you or that little girl to get stabbed to death in the night just because her father is as shit as ours," he replied, huffing slightly. 

Viktor hummed as he turned to look at his daughter again. Annika fussed, squirming in her blanket as the new person holding her felt unfamiliar. "Alright, alright, моя маленькая любовь," he murmured as he reached over and gathered his daughter in his arms again.

"I haven't heard you speak Russian since you learned it as a kid," Klaus said thoughtfully. They had all learned different languages when they were a kid. Mandarin, Spanish, French, Ancient Greek, but some of them had been taught special languages pertaining back to where they had been purchased from. Klaus himself had learned Pennsylvania Dutch, though he wasn't very good at it because he much preferred to learn Korean with Ben.

"I thought that it would be good for her to grow up hearing it. I know my pronunciation isn't perfect since English was my first language, but I… I wanted her to have a bit of her grandmother's history," Viktor shrugged. "Now come here," he patted the couch on the other side of him.

"Hey, when was the last time you ate?" Allison asked. "I can make you something, if you want. I guess, is what I'm offering," she laughed a little awkwardly. The visit had been going smoothly, but there were still some awkward feelings and tension between the siblings.

"I ate this morning, I haven't had time to make anything else," he replied with a shrug. "Annika woke up and demanded that I pay attention to only her. I'm trying to get my whole fill in before I have to go back to work."

"I'll make you something, then. Do you still like your eggs with pepper?" Allison asked, already pushing herself off of the couch towards the kitchen.

"Yeah, but since I got pregnant I've been eating them with cheese too," Viktor nodded. He had expected all of the cravings that he had to go away as soon as his little bundle of joy was above his heart instead of under it, but he found that he still liked a lot of the things he had only tried while carrying.

The other Hargreeves gave her a nod of understanding and then drifted over to the kitchen. Viktor turned back to the brother that was sitting next to him. "You good to hold her?"

"He- heck yeah," Klaus stopped himself from swearing despite the baby not being able to understand him yet. "She's gotta meet the cool uncle first so that I can set her expectations too high."

Viktor laughed. He carefully guided his brother's hands so that he was cradling the infant against his chest with her head firmly resting in his tattooed palm. "Wow," he whispered as soon as her downy hairs were resting against his calloused fingers. "I know everyone says this about babies but this time I mean it, she's beautiful. I can't believe you made her, V."

"Yeah, well, I had some spare parts lying around," he chuckled. "That and a lot of time and effort."

"She's going to grow into an amazing woman with you as her father, no matter what her other parent is like," Diego commented as he leaned on the back of the couch. 

"Come sit," Viktor mumbled, tugging on his arm. Diego did so hesitantly, moving around the couch so that he was carefully seated on the edge. He kept his eyes on Annika the entire time, as if something horrible would happen should he look away even for an instant. Viktor couldn't imagine what he'd be like with his own kids if he was treating his niece like this.

Klaus looked up from the baby in his arms to his brother, "Hey, that's a good point. Where is the father? I haven't seen hide nor hair of him since we showed up."

"And I haven't seen or heard anything from him since I told him I was pregnant. It's just me and Annika against the world." Viktor looked up from where he had been watching his daughter's little hand grasp uselessly at Klaus' fluffy curls to see that his siblings were all staring at him like he had just said someone murdered his dog. "What? Plenty of people are single parents, it's fine. I can do this."

"He left you after he knocked you up? Oh his ass is begging for a beating," Diego scowled. 

Viktor noticed that Diego’s hand drifted to his left hip, where he normally kept a few of the larger knives when in uniform, but there was nothing there. "We didn't really have a great relationship. We had half a dozen breakups in the whole four months that they were together. The longest that we were broken up was two days before we got back together. Honestly, I'm glad Annika won't have to grow up with a parent like that," Viktor shrugged. He removed an elastic band from his hair and then redid the bun on the back of his head to stop the few loose hairs from escaping.

"You don't need two parents anyway, you have a wonderful papa," Klaus informed the newborn in his arms.

"What was your pregnancy like?" Allison asked, a little horrified at the mere idea of having to go through such a life-changing adventure without the help of another person. She walked over with the plate of eggs and bit of toast that she had prepared for her brother, handing them over.

Viktor ate a little bit, turning to look at Annika as she giggled in Klaus' arms. She let out a big yawn as her baby blue eyes began to flutter shut. "Here," he set the plate to the side and then settled his daughter in his lap before he picked it back up. He then finally answered the question, "It wasn't that bad. I had preeclampsia so I had to go to the doctor a lot. But my team was really great, and I had someone with me the entire time I was in labor. They had to watch Annika's heartbeat to make sure it wasn't dropping with every contraction. And that my blood pressure wasn't getting too high. Other than that everything was normal. I didn't even realize that I was pregnant until I got your announcement in the mail and realized that I hadn't had my cycle in a while. The only real pregnancy thing that happened was water retention."

"I wish my pregnancy with Claire had been that easy," Allison sighed. "The beginning was the worst part for me. I was still trying to act but I felt like I had to throw up every time I said something wrong. The second and third trimesters were easier."

"So I guess if you put our pregnancies together one of us would have been in Hell and the other would have barely been able to tell that they were pregnant," Viktor chuckled. They continued chatting back and forth as the new parent finished eating. 

Diego barely settled the entire time. He was staring down at Annika like he could barely believe that she was real. Viktor knew that they all had a very small amount of experience when it came to children younger than three, but he had to have been around kids more than he was letting on. "Do you want to hold her?" he asked after he had finished eating and the conversation petered out.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea," he replied with a small shake of his head.

"Why? Because she's a baby or because she's my baby?" Viktor asked, raising a brow at his brother.

Diego scowled as he folded his arms over his chest. He looked like a pouting toddler. "I don't know how to hold a k-kid," he replied. "And I forgive you. I know that you were the most neglected out of all of us. I still wish that you would have given us a heads up or something before though. But I'm not going to hold a grudge on you. Not when you're raising a kid alone because some asshole couldn't learn to wrap his dick properly."

"Don't be so vulgar, there are tiny ears here," Klaus gasped, pointing to where Annika was beginning to wake up from her little nap. All of the commotion around her meant that she wasn't staying asleep for as long as she normally was, but she also wasn't waking up to have her needs met.

Viktor rolled his eyes at his brother's antics. "You don't have to hold her if you don't want to, Diego. I just thought that you might like to hold her since you've been staring at her the entire time you've been sitting next to me."

"Sorry," he snapped, instinctually. "I just… You're both so defenseless. I know Dad didn't even teach you anything about self defense. And you're living out here without anyone else in the apartment, just a tiny baby."

"We'll be okay. Everyone thinks that the last name Hargreeves is just a weird coincidence now," he shrugged. "No one really gives a shit about my book or the Umbrella Academy anymore."

"I'm well aware," Diego replied. He glanced around the apartment again before he sighed. "Okay, I'll hold her."

Viktor’s proud beam returned to his face. He carefully maneuvered his daughter so that she was resting in her uncle's arms, giving him the same instructions that he had Klaus. Diego looked down at the tiny face staring up at him, wonder and confusion sparkling in her little eyes. "You-you're so small," he whispered. The longer that the weight of the newborn was resting against his chest and along his right arm the more he relaxed. "I'm going to protect you. I'll make sure that no one hurts you the way that our dad hurt us. Your papa can do the hard part, but I'll kick anyone's ass if they even look at you funny."

Viktor laughed again. He had a rocky relationship with his siblings, he knew that. But Annika had been the best thing that had come out of his toxic relationship with his ex-boyfriend. The little blessing didn't stop there, as she had apparently brought her aunt and uncles back into her father’s life in a healthier way. Viktor wished that Ben and Five could have been there, as well as Luther, but it was a lot more likely for the latter to show up and meet his niece eventually. He was surrounded by his family with the little one that he loved more than anything in the world. Even though things still felt a little off and he was battling depression like he had when he was a young child, things were getting better.

[retrouvailleschronicles]

Retrouvailles, after we left 1.3

Retrouvailles, After We Left a fan sequel to Before We Go

Ten years after meeting in Manhattan, Brooke seeks Nick out, with a terrible secret. ​ Act one, scene three. Providence.

The back door closed behind them as they stepped into the late sun.

"Just a little warmer than the last time I saw you," Nick chuckled.

"Le ciel san!" Brooke raised her hands to the sky, dropping Nick's arm.

"La sill san?" Nick repeated.

Brooke laughed. "The cloudless sky," she grinned. (1)

Nick laughed. (2)  "Guess I haven't learned any more French since Manhattan." 

Brooke laughed too. "Anyways, when are the reservations?" Brooke smiled.

"Seven, we've got some time." Nick relaxed, and his pace slowed.

Brooke slowed to match Nick's pace.

Brooke spoke first. "It looks like life has been good to you! Things have changed a lot since Manhattan."

Nick returned the grin. "It's nice having working credit cards. But yeah, I can't complain. Hopefully, you saw the end of the show. I like to end with 'Retrouvailles'," his face beamed. (3)

Brooke frowned. "No, I got here late." (4)

"You did?" Nick tilted his head.

Brooke gave a blank look.

"Thought I saw you. Well, I guess I've thought I'd seen you at other shows," he mumbled.(5)

"Haven't seen you live," Brooke gave a half-smile. "But I bought your album," she brightened. "And maybe I can catch a show in the future."

Nick grinned. "Well, night shows are better anyways. More intense. Danny can get you a ticket."(6)

Brooke gave a bemused smile. "Guess I'm old. I don't go out at night much anymore." She paused. "And I like recordings better anyway." (7)

"That's true," Nick mused. "No mistakes. When we record for the album, the song is as clean as we can make it."

"The guitar is a nice touch. Though I miss your trumpet," Brooke teased.

Nick grinned. "That happened after Hannah and I got married. Danny pushed me into it, you know. I was already writing lyrics. All I needed was an instrument that let me sing."

"Makes sense," Brooke agreed. "Can’t sing with the trumpet. I could tell you wrote the lyrics."

"It's me believing," Nick sang.

"My believing," Brooke corrected.  "Believing is a gerund, a type of noun, so it should be 'my believing,' " Brooke chewed a strand of hair.

"Wow," Nick feigned shock. "Correcting my grammar again?"(8)

"Again?" Brooke asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you know," Nick looked at Brooke, smiling. "Like when we were in New York."

Brooke gave a blank look in response. "Never mind," Nick mumbled. "I know how to use a gerund. But Hannah said the songs don't play as well, and the focus groups agreed."

Brooke searched for something to say, but nothing came out. (9)

"You know, I invited you to our wedding. Hannah would have liked to meet you," Nick continued.

"Didn't want to make her jealous," Brooke breezed. (10)

They paused again, unsure of what to say.

Nick looked at his phone. "Let's see which way we go," he said.

"It's this way. We'll walk through the Quad," Brooke motioned.

"Looks like you know your way around Providence," Nick observed.

"Guess that night we hung out in New York, it never came up," Brooke mused.

Nick raised an eyebrow.

Brooke laughed. "I went to college in Providence. I graduated from Brown. It was a big change for an Arizona girl. They called me the Desert Rose," she laughed again.

"And you came back to Providence to sell me some art?" (11)

"What? Oh, no. I'm back to my original job, art restoration."

Nick chewed his lip thoughtfully. "Art restoration. That sounds so..."

"Nerdy?" Brooke finished. They snickered, and Brooke continued.

"Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed selling art. But I really prefer the restoration. It took me back to France, and I travel a bit to different museums. Michael didn't like it," she frowned. (12) But she quickly smiled. "But it keeps me busy. I guess it's one of the reasons I haven't been back to Providence since graduation. I used to live there, in Metcalf," she pointed.

"How is Michael?" Nick studied Brooke.

"He's good.  We're good!  Coming up on our 15th anniversaire."  Brooke watched a bird fly by.

Nick nodded.  Then he smiled.  "Glad to hear, things are going well for you."

"Thank you," Brooke turned back.  She looked about the campus.  "It's too bad he's not here, he would have loved see Brown."

"So you haven't been to Providence in a while," Nick changed the subject.  "Why haven't you been back?" Nick queried.

"Now that," Brooke reflected, "is a good question."

"You didn't like it here?"

"I love Brown. I even consider Providence my hometown. I had all the freedom in the world. Brown encouraged us to pursue our passions, and I ended up with Chemistry and Art History."

"And that's how you ended up with art restoration," Nick mused. "Is it good being back?" Nick grinned again. (13)\

"I'm getting too old to dream of going back to my college days," Brooke's voice tinkled. (14)

"Guess we can't go back again," Nick agreed. "But we can miss it."

"Exactly! Young and full of passion. Eager, easy to make changes," Brooke reflected.

"You should talk to Danny," Nick remarked.

"How so?"

"You remember that Danny majored in philosophy?"

"Not really, but go on," Brooke encouraged.

Nick's eyes fell. "He went to law school afterwards. He was working as an attorney at a big firm."

"I take it he didn't like it," Brooke observed.

"Called it dying slowly every day," Nick gave a wry look.

"Was it hard for him to make changes?"

"Yeah, definitely. Sometimes it's easier to go with the devil you know." (15)

"And now he works with you. So you saved him," Brooke glowed.

"We saved each other. He needed a change, and I needed someone I could trust."

"I imagine it's hard in your business, people always wanting something," Brooke sympathized. (16)

"You have no idea," Nick snorted. "You never know what angle people may be playing. Luckily, I had Hannah and Danny from before my first hit." Nick exhaled slowly. "Hannah, Danny, his wife Claire, we were too poor to go on expensive vacations. So we'd all go camping. Make wishes as the fire died. I think it was by the campfire that Danny convinced me to start singing," Nick remembered.

"The deepest wishes come out at night," Brooke agreed. "So how did Danny meet his wife?" Brooke deflected. (17)

"He and Claire have been friends since high school. They had a pact to get married by 35 if they were still single."

"Settle down, have kids?"

"Well, I wouldn't call it settling. Maybe they have the best marriage of all of us," Nick looked back at Brooke.

"Why didn't they get married earlier?" Brooke wondered.

"Guess they were worried about ruining their friendship. But like all things, in retrospect, they should have known better," Nick looked down the hill. "In any case, I'm glad you're here. I wasn't relishing eating alone. With you here, I won't have to make small talk." (18)

"Don't you like your fans?" Brooke tilted her head.

"Love my fans. But sometimes it's weird. People know a lot about me, but I can't know much about them."

Brooke looked at Nick from the side. "You could just cancel your reservation."

"Maybe, but Danny told me the maitre d is a fan. I've got to get out in the public eye, Danny says."

"Have you eaten there before?" Brooke asked.

"This is not exactly the place Hannah would frequent," Nick guffawed.

Brooke looked down. "How so?" she stammered.

"She's... kinda a health nut.  No carbs.  I was surprised she agreed to come initially." (19)

Brooke smiled. "Well, you're in for a treat. I haven't eaten here since graduation, but it's fantastic!"

Nick's eyes narrowed. "Is this the kind of restaurant you and Michael would go to?"

Brooke tilted her head.  "He'll come to restaurants like this for me.  But I'll eat like this alone.  I often do, when I travel."

Nick looked back.  "Alone?"

Brooke laughed.  "Alone!  I appreciate the food better by myself.  Here we go," she pointed to the Capriccio.

Click here to go to act one, scene four: Behind the Window. Click here to go to blog commentary for act one, scene three: How the Sausage Gets Made.

Authors notes and spoilers here:

Title for the next movie!  Le Ciel San, the Cloudless Sky.  

Fakegreat!  When you see someone you haven’t seen in a while, pretend everything is great, even when it’s not.

Callback to first movie, when Nick doesn't have any working credit cards.

Brooke will spend this chapter denying both to Nick and herself how she feels about Nick.  Similar to Before Sunset.

Not subtle!  Nick has been thinking of Brooke.

Setup, Nick will bring up Danny getting tickets again in 3.4.

Subtext.  By saying she prefers the recording to a live show she is saying that the memory of Manhattan is good enough, and there’s no need to bring their relationship to the present.

More denial.  Like Before Sunset.  By forgetting details Brooke is saying that night 10 years ago wasn’t so important that she remembers everything.

Brooke should be uncomfortable every time Nick brings up Hannah.

Lesson from the Dark Knight.  The reason Brooke didn’t go to the wedding should change every time, until the real answer in 3.4.

Nick should be trying to figure out why Brooke has come back to see him.  

A slip.  Hints at the problems Brooke and Michael have.  But quickly should pivot back to Fakegreat.

More subtext.  Really Nick is asking if Brooke is glad to see him again.

Brooke’s theme of growing old.

 Bring back this idea in 3.2., the Devil you Know.

Nick’s theme of loneliness and isolation.

Brooke changes the subject away from Hannah.

Back to Nick’s theme of loneliness and isolation.

A stand in for the problems in Nick and Hannah's relationship.

[bunny-the-bunny]

(Slight spoilers in side rant)

Oh yeah did I mention that I have a hyper fixation over Yu-Gi-Oh GX and the main character, Jaden Yuki?

Yeah I love this dude whether he’s hyperactive, serious, immature, goofy, being a jokester, intelligent at card games, gay for Jesse or Chazz and whatever.

For a dude that’s been through a lot, I love him so much because he relates to me too much.

No other Yu-Gi-Oh protagonist can relate to me as a person.

I’m calm and collected like Jaden after going through my own trauma/character development in my life.

There’s no other person that can relate and he’ll always be my favorite in the show.

Side rant:

I’m almost done with Yu-Gi-Oh GX season 4.

I’m being for real this time. I got two more episodes left and I’m gonna finish them while I’m in college now.

I paused last time I watched it because it got f*cking emotional cause it’s like they’re graduating (Jaden and his friends) omg!

I felt like I only knew them for a year or something and they’re already graduating?!

It was even more emotional cause I had graduated high school four months ago.

So I could relate to Dr. Crowler for a moment when he got emotional af during the graduation ceremony.

I cried too much that I couldn’t continue.

This was back at the beginning of September.

Another emotional hiatus oh lord.

But I love this show so much that I’m committed to finishing it and I plan to watch the whole thing in sub, all seasons.

Or before I do that, I could watch my favorite Yu-Gi-Oh movie of all time, Bonds Beyond Time after a few years of not watching it.

I will mainly watch it for the Jaden parts I swear.

But I feel like I need to evaluate the movie and take notes on it like I’m a f*cking film critic to see how well it’s aged or not and rating the dub’s dialogue all while getting nostalgic over my favorite scenes of that movie.

So yeah that’s where I’m at, plus I’ll continue to write more stories for my Yu-Gi-Oh GX au.

I just wrote one on Wednesday night about Jaden and Jesse before I had to get up on Thursday for move-in.

It’s the second chapter about them. I don’t have much stories about them yet but I’m planning them out as I go.

It’s mostly chapters about Jaden (Season 4) and Jay (Season 1-3 Jaden) cause they’re the main characters plus Jesse and Haou.

If you’re confused by what I’m saying, don’t worry I’m gonna make a post soon about my au to introduce it.

But first I need a name for it and y’all can vote on it.

Of course I’m gonna keep writing more chapters about it as I daydream about them immediately as soon as I listen to a song.

But first off my au isn’t completely canon to the show. It’s more non canon as it only has some slight canon elements and it’s based on the events after Season 3 and Season 4 of Yu-Gi-Oh GX.

I swear I’ll make a intro post for this au.

Anyways I don’t wanna spoil anything else about it.

P.s. The poll for the name of my Yu-Gi-Oh GX au will be up for a week.

I WILL FOREVER LOVE THIS MAN.

Judai/Jaden Nation rise up 🫡