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loudlypanickinginvenezolano · 4 years ago

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Animalistic, pt 2, but I tried editing it.

Something is really wrong, and Shadow is awfully aware of that...He just... cant say what... Besides Sonic. Something is crearly wrong with that hedgehog.

Mention of a snake, animals, dead animals, and injuries, I guess. I tried editing this chapter, but I am not sure wherever it is better or not. I still like it, tho...

It took him maybe 8 seconds of confused blinking to remember why was an overgrown python chilling on his bed, but once everything loaded and pierced itself together on his mind, Shadow finally managed to find on himself the will to get out of his cozy blankets and stand, carefully picking up his moody companion, and leave him into his tank, no matter how pissed off Kaa may look. “I am, Oh so sorry for disturbing your sleep, your majesty, but that is a no-no place for you to be and you know it.” He snorted, before blinking, because, wow, he really must be tired.

Barely awake enough to remember that yes, he needed to wear some kind of paw-wear that wasn’t just socks, he jogged down the steps, groggily searching around the house the reason he had arisen from his warm, and delicious, and maaaaybee self-indulging dream, but what the hell, it was all on his head, wasn’t it? And unless it was the dream police he fucking wasn’t feeling sorry for his fantasies.

Anyway.

He was sure he had heard something…

“Well, hello there, little mister.” He cooed, picking up Baloo from where the baby bear had wandered, chucking lowly at the dispirited face of the now busted cub. Scrooge was close to the door, looking warily and keeping guard as Mowgly was being his dumb self in the middle of the living room, roaming around and pawing at everything that gained his attention, not a bit undeterred by Shadow appearance. If Something, it seemed like he was even more energetic than before, happily running to him and trying to play with the large ears and little horns of his slippers.

While Mowgly and Baloo had warmed incredibly quickly to Shadow and the secure room he had made for them during this first 2 days, Scrooge was reserved, to not be insulting, and didn’t like so much wherever Shadow came closer, pawing away his hands, sneezing or growling until she decided she wanted food. She was….a moody motherfucker, there really wasn’t a round way about it.

That was why he was certain that Ebeneeza Scrooge was a perfect name.

Though ¨¨Scary little bitch¨¨ wasn’t so far off the mark, either. It was just too long, and Scalibi was taken.

She was the real reason he feared to be stabbed during his sleep...

So far, everything normal, Right?

A calm, fresh night, or as calm as they get when you are Shadow the hedgehog and you are taking care of the very thing you may or may not have a phobia for.

Now, Can somebody explain him what the fuck happened to that “normal” he just had? Because shit, he couldn’t find it anymore and he wanted it back. For yesterday.

It all started when not so long after he ushered the bears back to where they were sleeping, his back door started being scratched on, which wasn’t such a normal occurrence and really, Shadow should have realized since that moment that something was off.

He wasn’t sure what kind of otherworldly being possessed him in that instant, but je made the mistake of opening the door without checking properly, and really, what was he? A rookie or something?

What was he thinking?!

Immediately, 12 raccoons ran in, closely followed by what he was certain were at least 18 bunnies. And then, while he had been busy gaping like a dumbass, 9 giggling foxes squeezed past, as well as-- where those squirrels?

Yes, that definitely were 23 or something squirrels.

And a rat.

A big, fat as shit, and really ugly looking greyish-black rat.

Oh sir, what disgusting creation was that?

He closed the door and put the lock on it, leaning heavily on its surfaces and racking his brain while trying to decide wherever he had ingested something strange or not during the day, but nothing came. He could not find any coherent reason about why had these animals decided to invade his house like this.

Well…

They had come searching for refuge in the past, that was true, but it was because of storms or something of the like….

Oh. Maybe it was what all of this was about? But, he hadn’t heard any thunder, and there was no rain, nor wind picking up.

Come to think about it, it hadn’t rained in like 6 days.

He didn’t… he didn’t have time to this.

Just as he was doing his best at calming down what looked like a hurt raccoon having a panic attack, if that even makes sense, and was actually and surprisingly succeeding in doing so, all hell broke loose when the window of his living room broke in a splash of glass accompanied by a very manly screech, and 7 scared deer’s jumped into the house, cuts and stuck glass pieces making their blood come say hi. The rabbits went crazy, and the foxes started screeching and doing that weird pat-pat thing dogs do while happy, just that the foxes weren’t happy, and neither was Shadow.

He was sure the raccoon he was holding died of a heart attack for 4 agonizing seconds.

<<Same, buddy. >>

This was… this was bad.

Like really, really bad.

And of course, it just got worse when wolves jumped in, and the growling, or screaming in that fox’s case, started once again.

Was that fox… peeing in his floor!? OH SHIT IT WAS! IT PEED ALL OVER HIS BLACK STELLAR RUG!

It wasn’t even 8 pm, what the actual fucking shit?!

Shadow felt like screaming. He actually was going to scream like a bitch or a scared child he didn’t care anymore. He was done, oh shit.

Shadow breathed deeply, resisted the urge of biting his forearm or screeching like a banshee into his coffin like cushion, and exhaled, trying not to scare any of the already panicking animals around him, and to not succumb to his own panic in the middle of this disaster. He breathed once again.

He was better than this.

This…this was nothing compared to some of the things he had been through in the past.

This was fine. He totally wasn’t hyperventilating over such a thing.

Right. Cool head. Everything was going to be alright for as long as he didn’t succumb to his panic. It was easy. Totally.

Mh-hm��

Once he made sure the raccoon was actually breathing, he left it clung to his back as he made his way to his window, carefully stepping between the glass, rodents, and paws, as he had noticed that the smell of blood was thicker in that part after sniffing around.

Shadow wasn’t that surprised to see two heavily injured wolves in his front porch, panting as 3 young deers warily made their way over.

This was… going to be a long night of no sleep, right?

Thank god he didn’t need to go to the G.U.N. headquarters or the FF central for the whole week. Were he to see their faces tomorrow, at least someone was bound to get a fucking punch in the mouth.

He was betting Silver.

Maybe Amy.

A while later, when he finished with the first wolf, he looked up to find Gumdrop looking back at him. Other 14 ravens and like 8 Macaws and who-has-the-time-to-count other birds he didn’t knew the name of were trying to sleep in the couch support, and there were frogs hiding under his chairs and couch, a few even jumping up to his small coffee table.

6 wild cats and their 9 cubs where chilling by the door, and it seemed the wolves, deer’s, and Foxes came to an understanding and were keeping to themselves, not moving an inch into the others space, and thanks heaven, having no discussions over territory, as he wasn’t sure about how would thing end if his unexpected visitors decided to break a brawl into his house in such a time.

Shadow wondered if he could offer the rat or whatever that thingwas to the wolves as a reward for not peeing, unlike others he was glaring to. He decided they were his favorites and it had totally nothing to do with how one of them decided that lying next to him was a wonderful idea… as well as licking his thigh with abandon [which on second though may be a way to express their anxiety and shouldn’t be so cute.]

Nothing to do with that overgrown puppy he was dying to pet. Not at all.

He wasn’t so stupid as to try and touch an actual wild wolf he had never come in contact before.

Convincing the deer´s to let him heal their injuries was tricky, nervous, scared, and certainly put off by Shadow himself and his med kit as they were, but he managed after a long while of murmuring softly, yummy treats, and petting. He noticed that some of the cuts were made by claws, thick, strange claws he remembered still, and not only by glass, as he had though initially.

It was a big “oh.” Moment. He…he really hadn’t thought about that. But, why would he, right? Shadow had been so sure that it was just a one-time incidence, an isolated occurrence, something that came across the place, and maybe left after, once everything was done. It had happened before…

The proof of how careless he had been, how innocent, if you may, how wrongin his believe was laying right in front him, like an accusing hand directly thrown in his face.

He had to manually re-start the heart of 4 cubs, two raccoons, 3 wolves, and 6 rabbits that night.

He found 5 quills into the fur of the animals that night.

They matched the one on his bedside table completely, no doubt they were from the same animal or the same kind, at least.

Shit.

Shit shit shit, shit.

He wanted to punch something so bad on his frustration. How had he been so naïve? How? He had fucked up big time, there wasn’t space for a doubt now. What was he going to do? How could he make up for this disgrace?

Shit.

Should he hunt?

Shadow… He really didn’t sleep that night, even though he knew he needed to. Attending wound after wound, getting bitten, scratched, throw off his paws, and even being thrown up on became a routine somewhere down the line, the fact that he was running out of pots to put clean water on, bandages and other necessities never out of his mind as more and more scared animals came to his door.

What was out there?

How could he sleep in a moment like that?

Had the animal’s sounds or injuries left him, the bone chilling howling he heard at 1 AM, and then later at 4 AM really gave no option. He would have woken up anyway, startled and panicking as much as the animals around him, and it would just have been a more difficult scenario to handle.

Even the wolves shuddered and searched for comfort, scared and intimidated by what they heard and saw, most likely.

It was better this way. Even if he felt a bit sluggish and rather tired, he could hold. He was trained for this, wasn’t he?

He just…wondered why he felt so affect about this. Almost… sick.

Once the time came, he went out to run like every day, undeterred, stepping into the thick foliage like usual. The sunlight barely made it to the ground, so everything was gloomy and humid still, not really reliable to walk around unless you knew the territory.

He found 4 strange dips into the earth, like the one he previously slipped on, and 1 wolf and 3 deer’s corpses.

One was destroyed, as if attacked in a fit of rage, and 2 of the deers were nothing but bones by now, munched on by this new creature he had not seen yet, and others scavengers of the zone. It had been clearly full by then, or at least coming closer to it, as the remaining one still had a lot on…Well.

Maybe saying “a lot” was being too generous. But there was some fur still attached. Fur he could use… maybe?

Ugh.

Shadow couldn’t help but compare his own bite to it.

The difference was jarring and unpleasant to find. His lethal fangs were small in comparison, and his claws were but a joke.

He knew it could also mean nothing. Even if the creature was big, Shadow could still take it on, and win.

It was okay.

He breathed out slowly.

Shadow went back home early that day, cutting his trip short, trying to stop feeling as if something was staring at him from the top of the trees, following his steps in such a quiet manner he couldn’t place from where he was being followed exactly.

Mocking, maybe, but intense.

He fed the bears, and did his best to help the animals inside eat something and lure them out.

A few looked scared, still. Wary. And Shadow, with a sinking emotion in his stomach, found he couldn’t blame them.

He wondered why he hadn’t stopped feeling sick.

#What or who is partying in the forest?#Shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #sonic the werehog #Not Sonic unleashed #O I forgot to mention #There´s a racoon that may or may not be having a panic attack #and yes that one is me #Sonadow #Though for the moment is Shadow centric #My writing #animalistic

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nowhxreboy · 5 years ago

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Fic req #2

requested by @cephuss

“Could you please write a fic where Jake does all he can to protect Kevin until the rest of the squad arrive but gets injured in the process?”

I don’t really feel very confident about this fic so I’m sorry

I hope you enjoy it !! :))) if you have any requests please let me know

So..what did y’think?” Jake grinned at Kevin as the credits Con Air (starring Nicolas Cage) began rolling.

Kevin shrugged but had a smile on his face. Being stuck in this safe house was scary and frustrating. He missed everything about his life before but he understood it was for his own good. He’d gotten strangely fond of Jake Peralta, the Detective assigned by his husband to protect him. Kevin was also aware of Jake’s lifelong struggle with daddy issues and felt an odd nurturing instinct for Jake and trusted him completely.

Suddenly a car pulled up on the driveway. It was unfamiliar, which instantly caused anxiety to build in Jake’s chest. There were no planned visits to the safe house from Amy or Captain Holt so Jake instantly thought the worst. He’d prepared himself for this but he was still fearful and confused about how they found him.

“Okay Kevin” Jake said, trying to remain calm. “Don’t panic but I think they’re here”

Kevin raised his eyebrows and looked tentatively at Jake.

“I’m going to call the 99, please go hide” Jake continued. “You’ll be okay I promise.”

Jake knew that it was unprofessional to make promises because he had no idea what was about to go down, but when was Jake ever professional? Kevin nodded and complied. It was strange to see Jake with such a serious demeanour. He ducked into a bathroom and locked on the door.

Yelling sounded from the other side of the door along with loud, aggressive banging on the door. Jake got his gun out of his pocket and slowly made his way toward the doorway.

“I know you’re in there Kevin” a man shouted from the outside. “I’m going to kill you!”

The door began to be beaten hard, wood chippings beginning to drop onto the floor. Jake lifted his gun, preparing for whatever was behind it.

The door broke open revealing a group of three men, one visibly holding a gun. After that everything happened so fast.

“Where is he?” one of them said.

“Why would I tell you that?” Jake responded.

Now that the moment has come, Jake was lost on what to say. Kevin had quickly become like a father to him and Jake couldn’t let anything happen to him.

“Drop your weapon or I’ll kill you” the man continued, raising his gun to point blank range to Jake’s face.

Jake didn’t have much choice but to place the gun at his feet. One of the men barged past Jake, flinging him into the wall. They were so much stronger than they looked and Jake knew he was at risk but he had to protect Kevin. Getting to his feet quickly, Jake went after the men.

“Where is he?” One of the men demanded again.

“I’m not going to tell you that” Jake responded, trying to be calm.

“Out of my way, cop” the man continued, but Jake didn’t shift.

Suddenly, fist began to fly. Jake was being punched repeatedly by the men. He winced in pain, hoping the squad would be there soon. Jake attempted to fight back but it was hard when he had three opponents. They continued looking for Kevin and asking Jake for his whereabouts, hoping that if they hurt Jake enough he would tell them.

Eventually one of them saw that the bathroom door was locked. Despite the pain, Jake managed to stop them from getting to Kevin. He got to his feet and jumped in front of them, blocking them with all of his strength. However it was exhausting and Jake was hurt badly but he couldn’t let them get Kevin, no matter the cost. The last thing he remembered before slipping into unconsciousness was the arrival of his squad and “NYPD FREEZE.”

Later

Slowly, Jake opened his eyes, trying to adjust to the bright lights around him. Judging by the smell and sight, Jake assumed he was in hospital. He felt slightly dizzy and sick. After a few seconds Jake remembered Kevin and the safe house. He tried to sit up frantically but pain seared across his head and arm which caused him to let out a pained groan.

“Jake, Jake calm down it’s okay” Amy said to him softly.

“Ames” Jake said, his voice still croaky from sleep. “What happened?”

“You passed out after we arrived,your arm is broken and you’re quite badly bruised but you’re going to be okay. we caught all of the perps” Amy explained, taking Jake’s hand in hers.

Jake nodded, figuring that much. His brain felt foggy, likely as a result of concussion or medication. He looked down to see the drip in his forearm.

“Where’s Kevin? Is he okay?” Jake asked.

Jake felt a comforting hand on his shoulder, and turned to see Kevin.

“Don’t panic,” Kevin told him, “I’m safe and it’s all thanks to you”

A smile spread across Jake’s face.

“Kev!” Jake said excitedly. “It’s so good to see you”

#detective jake peralta #jake peralta whump #jake peralta fanfiction #jake peralta #brookyln99 #b99 whump #brookyln nine nine #nbc brooklyn 99 #kevin cozner #amy santiago

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fioress · 4 years ago

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chicago’s very own fiore gattuso has been spotted on madison avenue driving a 2020 bentley continental gt v8 in red , welcome ! your resemblance to lorenzo zurzolo is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty first birthday bash . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re impatient , but being cunning might help you . i think being a libra explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be bloodshot baby blue eyes, long drives without a specific destination, getting high by the beach. ( i have been conning money out of older women and men ever since my parents disowned me ) & ( cismale + he/him )

tw : abuse, homophobia

full name : fiore emiliano luca gattuso ( first name pronounced fee-oh-reh, also see here! )

nicknames : fifi, emmy ( by people who know his middle name ), some people might say... flower boy ( fiore literally means flower in italian ) 😳

gender : cismale

height : 5 ′ 8

age : 21

birthday : october 14 , 1998

zodiac : libra ( leo moon, aquarius ascendant )

right handed or left handed : left handed

eye color : baby blue

hair color : basically dark blonde / light brown

piercing & tattoos : the libra symbol on his left wrist, a cartilage piercing on his right ear

languages spoken : italian ( native tongue ), english, spanish, sicilian ( after many summers spent in his parents’ summer house in sicily )

sexuality : bisexual

place of birth : napoli, italia ( naples, italy in english )

last 3 songs listened to : dimmi che mi ami by dj matrix ( a full on fucking italian boy tbh ), talk is cheap by chet faker, west coast by lana del rey

character inspo : maxxie oliver from skins u.k , adam groff from sex education ( think season 2 adam ), alyssa foley from the end of the fucking world, david rose from schitt’s creek, michael kelso from that 70′s show, a mix of nick miller & winston bishop from new girl, maeby funke from arrested development

♡ so fiore was born to an american mother named lindsey harrison & a fully italian father named gian gattuso. his mother is a very well known politician & his father is heir of a very popular gas company, literally named gattuso gas ( yikes lol ). besides that, he is also a preacher. without saying much, his parents are very well off

♡ fiore grew up with anything he’s ever wanted ( materialistically, of course ). besides that, his parents genuinely weren’t the best of people. his mother stole millions from the so called campaigns she ran & was a generally very corrupt politician, his father treated his employees like shit & was a pretty hateful person altogether

♡ they were people who expected a lot out of their only son, which made fiore feel an insane amount of pressure from the very start. at a very young age, he showed characteristics lots of boys his age didn’t show. he did things like peeing while sitting down instead of standing up, preferred to play with dolls instead of ‘boy toys’, favored the color pink, got along better with girls, preferred to watch shows that were considered ‘girly’, etc etc.

♡ they were very harmless things honestly, things that most parents would laugh about & turn a blind eye. however, fiore really wasn’t that lucky when it came to his parents. any time he would do anything his parents claimed a ‘normal boy wouldn’t do’, he would get a huge lecture & a beating to go with it. needless to say, he learned to hide a lot of who he really was from a very young age

♡ he did a lot of things to seek the approval of his parents. he wasn’t smart academically ( dumb boi 101 tbh ), but he tried to make them happy in other ways. fiore was never fond of sports at all, but he started playing tennis at seven years old, because it made his parents happy. truth be told, he hated tennis with every fiber of his being, but again, he did this, simply because it satisfied his parents

♡ fiore grew up trying to be the perfect son, considering the fact his parents were very much in the public eye of everyone. it was all smiles for the pictures, but behind closed doors, he really wasn’t the happiest boy ever

♡ simply put, he has always known that he likes boys. he likes girls too, don’t get him wrong, but he knew, literally since he could remember, that he also had a thing for guys too. of course, he knew this wouldn’t settle well at all with his extremely strict & religious parents, so he buried his feelings incredibly deep

♡ he has a lot of charm & wit & found himself getting into relationships quicker than most of his friends. he briefly dated a girl when he was fourteen, but it was when he was sixteen that things really began getting, dare i say, spicy?

♡ there was an american boy new to his very #elite school & if you guessed it, they began to date! yup, his first boyfriend at sixteen years old. fiore was basically living two lives at this point. at school, he was himself, loud & proud, but when he got home, the facade began. the way he would switch up as soon as he entered the front door to his house was honestly shockingly scary

♡ he really felt himself falling in love with this boy even though they were both fairly young. they snuck around forever. when no one was home, he would sneak him into his room to have sex, sneak out of his house when his parents were asleep, all that fun stuff. their relationship was forbidden ( at least to fiore’s parents ). this is where it gets juicy af tho, hear me out

♡ so one day, fiore & him get really really drunk & honestly? video record themselves having sex! 😊 they didn’t do this to post it anywhere or show anyone or anything, they really just did it for themselves. they made a few copies & kept it for themselves ( stupid boys, i know! ), but they really felt like they would get married & all that gooey lovey dovey shit so they did it because yolo i guess? this is where it gets peak #juicy

♡ so fiore & him are walking back from practice. this is a time where fiore knows no one is home & no one is coming home for a while, so when they get to his house & see his father’s car parked outside, he lowkey panics a little. of course he makes the guy leave & goes inside to see what’s going on

♡ his father asks him to come upstairs & surprisingly, leads him into his room. he says something along the lines of ‘i just want to show you this so i can hear your explanation on what the fuck this is’ & this is when fiore’s entire life practically takes a 360. his father turns on his tv & legit starts playing his sex tape with his boyfriend. just picture this though; your extremely religious & hateful father & you sitting on your bed, watching your gay sex tape with your boyfriend

♡ obviously, this news isn’t well taken by his father. to make a long story short, he gets his ass beat. like, literally almost dies type shit. when this happened, he was seventeen, almost eighteen. he knew if that was ever discovered by his parents, it wouldn’t go well, but he really didn’t think them discovering his sexuality would be that brutal

♡ his parents basically disown him at that moment. they bought him a ticket to chicago & told him they never wanna see him again. it’s sad, but he packed his things & left in two days to go live with his cousin in chicago. citizenship wasn’t a problem because he had dual citizenship due to his mother being american

♡ it doesn’t really take an expert to figure out that fiore did not take this move well at all. for months, he was really depressed. he wouldn’t go out & would just lay in bed for the longest time. he was really hurt by everything that happened & it took him a while to recover. he has also lived in italy his whole life & wasn’t really used to life in america at all, but after like the fourth month of just feeling sorry for himself, it was his cousin who snapped him back to reality

♡ slowly but surely, he began putting himself out there. his english honestly #sucked when he first got to america, but it’s gotten a lot better since then ( he still has a pretty deep italian accent though ). at first, he began working at a pizza place, but fiore slowly began to realize how much he despised working. his entire life, he received everything on a silver plater with pure golden spoons, so this? he was for sure not used to it at all. again, his life completely did a 360. he went from living in a three story mansion in the most prestigious part of rome to living in a very shitty part of chicago, broke almost always, & working a job he hated with everything he had, splitting rent with his cousin

♡ fiore did not want this at all for himself. it wasn’t until he went out clubbing ( fake id & all ), that one his friends showed him the wonders of conning people. they walked into the bar with twenty bucks and left with four thousand dollars

♡ quickly, fiore began to learn his friends’ ways. his looks, personality & his thick italian accent helped him tremendously; it was like people literally couldn’t get enough of him. soon enough, he was conning & finessing the fuck out of older men & women for their money. he once walked into a casino with five dollars and walked out with over twelve thousand, & it was only because he stayed for like an hour only

♡ finessing people became a huge hobby of his. it was with all this money that he bought himself a luxury car & jump started his model & influencer career. it was also with this money that him & his cousin ditched chicago & moved into a much better apartment in new york. with his looks & persona, he gained followers like crazy & posted videos on youtube as well, getting sponsorships & recognition easier than he expected. he was literally living off his looks & his personality & honestly? he was here for it!

♡ there is still a part of fiore that has a lot of issues & trauma. honestly mommy & daddy issues af, but he doesn’t talk about this at all. no one really knows how he came up or where his family is & he keeps it this way, dodging questions about his personal life as much as he can

♡ in a way, he is kind of relieved with everything that happened with his parents because now, he’s completely free to be himself & do whatever the fuck he wants, knowing very well they can’t really touch him now. of course, it still left a mark that he’s never going to be able to erase or forget ( both in his heart & on his body too ), but he feels free for once in his life & he’s honestly kind of happier now

♡ relationship wise, he really doesn’t commit to anyone. after practically being forced to leave his now ex boyfriend at almost 18, he kind of feels like he doesn’t deserve love? it’s really fucked up but he’s genuinely convinced that no one is ever going to genuinely love him or want to be with him so he just avoids any romantic relationship of any kind, usually just hooking up with people & then leaving as soon as it’s over. the truth is that he really does want to be loved, accepted & cared for by someone he loves, accepts & cares for as well, but will it ever happen if he continues pushing people away? probably not tbh

♡ he is a fucking drinker & hella pot smoker!! legit give him some alcohol & weed he’s happy. he always has either one on him, or both tbh

♡ this is all that’s coming to mind rn but underneath is his bio!!

fiore was born to lindsey and gian gattuso in naples, italy. from a very young age, he showed characteristics most boys his age didn’t show. he would pee sitting down, every time he would visit his cousins, he would rather play dolls with them instead of ‘boy toys’, favored the color pink, watched things that were considered ‘girly’, etc. of course, this never settled well with his extremely religious parents, and every time he would do something even remotely different than a ‘regular’ boy would do, he would get a huge lecture, and a beating to go with it. that being said, fiore was quick to learn to hide a lot of who he really was. he absolutely despised tennis, but he played it anyways, and he did it, simply because it made his parents happy. the gattuso’s had a ton of money, so he played tennis in nearly all of europe. he has always known that he likes boys, maybe even a little bit more than he likes girls. literally since he’s had a sense of judgement, he’s just known. of course, he kept this a secret, practically living a double life, being himself at school and someone completely different at home. it didn’t take long for him to get a boyfriend, and soon, he found himself slowly falling in love. secretly sneaking him into the house when his parents weren’t home to have quickies, holding hands with him down the school hallways, and even lying to his parents and telling them he was going going to tennis practice just to hang out with him. however, one mistake costed him, well, everything.

they were drunk and goofing around, and decided to record themselves having sex. it was innocent and pure, both of them just making love to each other in the rawest, loveliest form. the two boys made copies of it, and fiore kept one for himself. one day, when he was trying to sneak his boyfriend into the house, he saw his dad’s car parked outside, which was odd because he was never home around that time. his boyfriend left, and he went to go investigate. his father was beyond calm, and bought him up to his room. his room. fiore was confused as his father told him to sit down on the bed, and soon, his worst nightmare became a reality. his father began playing his damn sex tape on his dvd player, and to say he was mortified was an understatement. he was humiliated, and most of all, afraid. it came without much warning, but soon, his father was throwing punches to his face, his stomach, everywhere, dragging him down the stairs just for it to continue. all he saw was blood. for the first time in forever, fiore truly felt like he had hit rock bottom. they took away his cellphone, any type of technology he had to communicate with was gone, and before he knew it, he was being shipped off to america, completely cut off by his parents.

fiore definitely didn’t take the move so well. he was a depressed mess. he wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t sleep, and over all, just felt out of place. it took him a pretty long time, but eventually, he began adjusting. of course he was still super hurt over everything that had happened, his parents cutting him off, him being away from his now ex boyfriend, his first true love, but time luckily healed most of his pain, and soon, he found himself bettering his english, making friends, and fitting right in. at least he didn’t have to play tennis here. living with his cousin wasn’t so bad either. they constantly smoked, drank like there was no tomorrow, and he even managed to land him a job at a pizza delivery place. fiore hated this job though, but after a night our with friends, he found himself learning the art of conning and finessing older men and women. he does this like there’s no tomorrow, the money he made from all these schemes helping him jumpstart his career as an influencer and model, which bought him back to his typical luxurious lifestyle. fiore is just trying to get by, one day at a time.

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#wealthyhq:intro #i rlly am a clown tbh LMFAOO

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fiiore-blogs · 4 years ago

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( lorenzo zurzolo , 20 , cismale ) i just bumped into fiore gattuso the other day while walking down north kingsboro , where he lives . i hear they can be charming and narcissistic , but when i think of them i immediately think of bloodshot baby blue eyes , luxury brands , an enchanting smile ( ari , 21 , she / her , est )

tw : homophobia , abuse

full name : fiore emiliano luca gattuso ( first name pronounced fee-oh-reh, also see here! )

nicknames : fifi, emmy ( by people who know his middle name ), some people might say… flower boy ( fiore literally means flower in italian ) 😳

gender : cismale

height : 5 ′ 8

age : 20

birthday : may 30 , 2000

zodiac : gemini ( aries moon, libra ascendant )

right handed or left handed : left handed

eye color : baby blue

hair color : basically dark blonde / light brown

piercing & tattoos : the gemini symbol on his left wrist, a cartilage piercing on his right ear

languages spoken : italian ( native tongue ), english, spanish, pretty decent sicilian

sexuality : bisexual / biromantic

place of birth : livorno , tuscany , italy

last 3 songs listened to : dimmi che mi ami by dj matrix, almeno stavolta by nek, west coast by lana del rey

character inspo : kat hernandez from euphoria ( huge muse ! ), adam groff from sex education ( think season 2 adam ), alyssa foley from the end of the fucking world, maeby funke from arrested development, lucrecia montesinos from elite

♡ so fiore was born to a spanish mother named martina & a fully italian father named gian gattuso in tuscany, but they later moved to rome when he was around four years old. his mother is a very well known politician & his father is a billionaire, heir of several gas, water & electric companies all over europe. besides that, he is also a preacher and very involved in church. both his parents are very well off financially

♡ fiore grew up with anything he’s ever wanted ( materialistically, of course ). besides that, his parents genuinely weren’t the best of people. his mother stole millions from the so called campaigns she ran & was a very corrupt politician, his father treated his employees like shit & was a pretty hateful person altogether

♡ they were very harmless things honestly, things that most parents would laugh about & turn a blind eye. however, fiore really wasn’t that lucky when it came to them any time he would do anything they claimed a ‘normal boy wouldn’t do’, he would get a huge lecture & a beating to go with it. needless to say, he learned to hide a lot of who he really was from a very young age

♡ he did a lot of things to seek the approval of his parents. he wasn’t smart academically ( dumb boi 101 tbh ), but he tried to make them happy in other ways. fiore was never fond of sports at all, but he started playing tennis when he was five, because it made his parents happy. truth be told, he hated tennis with every fiber of his being, but again, he did this, simply because it satisfied his parents

♡ he grew up trying to be the perfect son, often times putting himself in situations he didn’t want to be in or felt uncomfortable doing because he wanted them to be proud, but honestly? it was like? never enough. it was all smiles for the pictures, but behind closed doors, he really was pretty damn miserable

♡ simply put, he has always known that he likes boys. he likes girls too, don’t get him wrong, but he knew, literally since he could remember, that he also had a thing for guys too. of course, he was aware that this wouldn’t settle well at all with his extremely strict & unfortunately, very close minded parents, so he buried his feelings incredibly deep

♡ there was a romanian boy new to his very #elite school & if you guessed it, they began to date! his first boyfriend at sixteen years old. fiore was basically living two lives at this point, sneaking around with a guy behind his parents’ back, but when he got home, the facade began. the way he would switch up as soon as he entered the front door to his house was honestly shockingly scary

♡ so one day, fiore & him get really really drunk & honestly? video record themselves having sex fjkgnfv they didn’t do this to post it anywhere or show anyone or anything, they really just did it for themselves. they made a few copies ( stupid boys, i know rip ), but they really felt like they would get married & all that gooey lovey dovey shit so they did it because yolo i guess? this was a pretty big mistake though

♡ one day fiore & him are walking back from his tennis practice. this is a time where fiore knows no one is home & no one is coming home for a while, so when they get to his house & see his father’s car parked outside, he lowkey panics a little. of course he makes the guy leave & goes inside to see what’s going on

♡ his father asks him to come upstairs & surprisingly, leads him into his room. this is when fiore’s entire life practically changes forever. his father turns on his tv & legit starts playing his sex tape with his boyfriend. just picture this though; your extremely homophobic, close minded & hateful father & you sitting on your bed, watching your gay sex tape with your boyfriend

♡ obviously, this news isn’t well taken by his father. to make a long story short, he gets his ass beat. like, literally almost dies type shit. when this happened, he was eighteen and had just recently graduated school, with plans to travel. he knew if his relationship was ever discovered by his parents, it wouldn’t go well, but he really didn’t think them discovering his sexuality would be that brutal

♡ his parents basically disown him at that moment. they bought him a ticket to new york & told him they never wanna see him again. it’s sad, but he packed his things & left in two days to go live with his cousin

♡ he began putting himself out there. at first, he began working at a pizza place, but fiore slowly began to realize how much he despised working. his entire life, he received everything on a golden plater with pure solid gold spoons, he’s always had everything he’s ever wanted without working for it, so this? he was for sure not used to it at all. again, his life completely changed. he went from living in a three story mansion in the most prestigious part of rome to living in a very shitty part of new york, broke almost always, & working a job he hated with everything he had, splitting rent with his cousin

♡ finessing people became a huge hobby of his. he’s also very very lowkey done some camboy stuff, but with a mask on because he’s sneaky af ( legit think kat from euphoria ) like, these super lonely old men or even women are just sending him money for being hot? amazing! it was with all this money that he bought himself a luxury car & jump started his model & influencer career. it was also with this money that him & his cousin ditched the crap show that is south kingsboro & moved into a much better apartment up north. with his looks & persona, he gained followers like crazy & posted videos on youtube as well, getting sponsorships & recognition easier than he expected. he honestly makes a shit ton of money off social media & modeling, like, he’s basically living off his looks, personality & the content he post? we love to see it

♡ there is still a part of fiore that has a lot of issues & trauma. honestly mommy & daddy issues af, but he doesn’t talk about this at all. he literally refuses to talk about anything that happened to him before he was eighteen. no one really knows how he came up or where his family is & he keeps it this way, dodging questions about his personal life as much as he can

♡ in a way, he is kind of relieved with everything that happened with his parents because now, he’s completely free to be himself & do whatever the fuck he wants, knowing very well they can’t really touch him anymore. of course, it still left a mark that he’s never going to be able to erase or forget ( both in his heart & on his body too ), but he feels free for once in his life & he’s honestly kind of happier now, but also, low key needs therapy tbh 🥴

♡ relationship wise, he really doesn’t commit to anyone. after practically being forced to leave his now ex boyfriend, he kind of feels like he doesn’t deserve love? it’s really fucked up but he’s genuinely convinced that no one is ever going to really love him or want to be with him so he just avoids any romantic relationship of any kind, usually just hooking up with people & then leaving as soon as it’s over, or just stealing money from them and ghosting. the truth is that he really does want to be loved, accepted & cared for by someone he loves, accepts & cares for as well, but will it ever happen if he continues pushing people away? probably not tbh

♡ he is a fucking drinker & hella pot smoker!! legit give him some alcohol & weed he’s happy. he always has either one on him, or both tbh. he’s secretly a hella good cook too but this is something almost nobody knows really. he can make food or desserts, and he’s also taught himself to make weed edibles which is honestly iconic kvnfjvc even though he keeps this part of himself hidden

♡ he can be really sneaky & deceiving when he has to be, like, he’ll legit have 0 reason to lie but he’ll lie anyways? it’s like a defense mechanism lmfao

♡ very much conceited boy, honestly in love with his looks but it goes deeper than that. he feels like he has nothing to offer besides being hot so he dwells on looking good always, pretty sure he would rather die than wear sweatpants like vjkdfsvnfs literally always looks a1

♡ is actually? secretly blind af ndjvdfnv one of his many secrets tbh. has a vision of 20/50, nearly 20/60, but hasn’t worn glasses since he was seven, pretty much doing everything with contacts. he just thinks glasses look unattractive on him & honestly refuses to let anyone see him with them on. the only person who even knows he has vision as bad as he does is his cousin who is a npc sooo 🤡

♡ this is all that’s coming to mind rn but hmu for plots pretty pls jkfnvjnfv, this is his birthchart for some extra #tea

#kingsboro.intro #im so tired but this had to b posted #his tag drop will come tomorrow kvjnfsjvn #i've added some tings to this vkjfsnvfv

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raysofcrosby · 5 years ago

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HOMETOWN PT. 3

"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦." – 𝙎𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙝 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙣, 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧

𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 (𝘹)

𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥: yes and no

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴): just some angst (ofc) and bad language!!

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 7,059

𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺: give me back my hometown by eric church

𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰: i did with you by lady antebellum and what if i never get over you by lady antebellum ( like deadass on an epic repeat plz check out these songs!)

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦: if you haven’t read the first two parts, you can find them here and here! okok so this has been rough to write bc i couldn’t figure out how i wanted it to end and whatnot. but it’s done and i’m actually lowkey sad lmao. but don’t worry the angst has come to an end :-) also s/o to @freddiesandersen for showing me ‘what if i never get over you’ bc that song played a huge part in this finale!! ok enjoy :-)

He was dreaming. He had to be dreaming.

There was no way that you were sitting across from him in the diner right now. Maybe he’s not even here right now. Maybe he’s sitting at a table at the reunion, drunk off his ass and just imagining that the two of you were here. Yeah, that’s it...this was all a dream. Josh blinked once, twice and then shook his head as if this entire situation was some shitty etch-a-sketch drawing he could erase. But he wasn’t coming back to his dream reality– he was here, at the diner, this was real.

Which meant you were real.

“This wasn’t exactly how I planned this going…” You said, talking to yourself as you brought the shake towards yourself and took a sip.

He continued to just stare at you and if you didn’t already find it scary, you’d laugh a little bit. But you understood how he was feeling. Hell, you contemplated turning right back around the moment you found him here, but you had a plan, and dammit, you were going to woman up and face your past. Yet the moment you sat down in the booth, it was like every word you’d saved for this very moment over the last 10 years had just dissolved and you were left with a blank slate, which was fucking terrifying. What the hell were you supposed to say to the boy who single-handedly broke your heart 10 years ago with a few measly sentences?

“H-“ Josh cleared his throat, bringing you out of your thoughts, showing that he too was nervous about being here with you. And you didn’t know whether or not to be offended by that or grateful because you weren’t alone. “Hey Y/N.”

“Hey yourself,” you replied, sliding the shake back to the center and nudging it more towards him with your index finger. “Want a sip?”

You watched as he eyed the delicious drink, your heart hammering in your chest and hoping that he’d accept it. Maybe it could be the peace offering to start off the conversation. He reached out of it, resting his fingers on the base of the glass. “Strawberry?”

Instinctively you smiled while letting out the breath you’d been holding. “With one scoop of vanilla. Wouldn’t order anything else.”

A corner of his mouth turned up as he brought the glass towards him and took a sip from a separate straw. His eyes were trained on how much of the drink he was taking in, while yours were trained on him. And all you could think at that moment was– He remembered.

Josh could groan in relief right now from how delicious the milkshake was. But instead, he just focused his eyes on the inside of the glass and took a few sips. He couldn’t believe that you remembered the shake the two of you would always share. Yet again, he never forgot either. It’s what deterred him away from anything Strawberry flavored for the last 10 years. At first, it hurt too much to even look at something without thinking about the explosive break up, right here in this very booth. But as the years went by, like all things, it got easier and easier and before he knew it, avoiding it was like walking down the street.

“You know,” He sighed, pulling away from the drink and pushing it back towards you. “This is the first one I’ve had in, God…so long.”

“Really?” You asked, bringing the glass back to you and using your straw to stir it around. “Strawberry is your favorite, though.”

“Yeah well, it didn’t really bring up good memories, so.”

Shit. He thought that sounded too harsh, right? He didn’t mean for it to come across as aggressive as it did– it just kind of…slipped out. He immediately looked at you and felt his throat tighten a little. You weren’t making eye contact with him. Your eyes were focused on the milkshake, just staring into the glass, not even stirring it anymore. He fucked up and he knew it. “So uh, life! How’s life?”

You shrugged your shoulders, keeping your gaze on the glass. Your brain was still trying to process the tone of his voice when he had basically implied that your breakup was the reason he no longer drank Strawberry milkshakes. “Fine, I guess. A lot can happen in 10 years.”

“Yeah…it can.” He replied, sinking down into his seat as he tapped his fingers on the table. He was trying his best to take you in without getting caught; still in disbelief about just how grown up you’d come to be. And that’s when he saw it.

The ring.

At that very moment, Josh could feel his stomach drop into the bottom of his shoes, but he couldn’t even begin to understand why he had that reaction. As far as things were considered, neither of you belonged to the other, so what was it to him that you were marrying another guy? Why was it that picturing you in a white dress, making vows and dancing to your dream first dance song with someone that wasn’t him…was making him feel so hurt?

“That’s a uh…” he cleared his throat and nodded at your hand. “A pretty ring.”

Nice job Josh, that’s a good way to ease into the conversation, he thought. But why was it any of his business to ask further questions about your fiancé? Were you two even friends anymore?

He watched your eyebrows furrow as you looked down at your hand, only for them to soon relax before you looked back up at him. “Thank you, it was my Grandma’s.”

What dude proposes with your own Grandmother’s ring? He thought only for another thought to intervene about just how much your Grandmother meant to you and how romantic and meaningful the gesture would mean. “So who’s the lucky guy?”

He mentally groaned. That could have been said in a less cringe-worthy way.

Your eyebrows furrowed again as you brought your hand up to your face, twisting the ring around your finger. Only then, did he see you begin to blush. “Oh no,” you shook your head, laughing. “I’m not engaged.”

“Oh!” His own eyes went wide before he nodded his head. “Well, that’s good.”

“It is?”

“Well I mean, uh…” He could feel the foot he shoved into his mouth travel further down his throat as he gulped. “Yeah, I don’t know what I mean.”

He kept looking between you and the table, unsure of how you were going to react. And when you just smiled and shrugged, he felt a heavy weight lift off of him.

“I actually always wear it on my right hand when I go to events like this,” you sighed, switching the ring to your opposite hand. “But yesterday, Amy had the bright idea of me wearing it on the left. ‘That way people won’t know you’re still miserably single’ I believe is what she said.”

Josh laughed. “She said that?”

“Oh yeah, but you know her. She’s never had a filter.”

Josh shook his head and let out a relaxed laugh as he watched you fiddle with the ring. “Well has it been?”

“Has what been?”

Josh regretted asking that first question because he knew that he wouldn’t be able to come up with a different question and turn away from the awkward moment he was no doubt, creating. “Being single? Has it been miserable?”

You stared at the ring a little longer before looking at Josh and nodded. “I mean, I’ve met a lot of great guys and I’ve been on dates but nothing ever just felt right, you know?”

Josh knew, hell he fucking knew more than anyone else how you felt. There was a reason why he hadn’t been in a solid relationship since the two of you broke up and it was because nothing ever felt as right as it did when he was with you. The countless hookups and one-night stands held nothing against his years with you and that scared him to death. He wanted the whole shebang one day– wife, kids and a house with a dog or two. But he was terrified that he’d never find that with someone else, who wasn’t you.

“Of course you wouldn’t, Mr. Professional Hockey player,” you joked, shaking your head and letting your hand fall onto the table. “What about you? Any prospective Mrs. Andersons cross your path?”

He knew he could go two ways with this. The first, lie straight through his teeth, play along with your joke and say that he’s found one or two. The second was to tell the truth and open a door to the conversation that the two of you no doubt, both wanted to have, but terrified of doing so. “Nope, not even close. It’s been 10 years and I haven’t really been able to find someone who makes me feel…” He stopped; realizing that a simple ‘No’ would have sufficed and just shook his head. “Never mind.”

An awkward silence fell over the table and you couldn’t help but think about every moment over the last 10 years that you hoped Josh had grown up and was able to own up to your break-up. That by the time the two of you would reunite, things would be easy to talk about. You’d get a fairytale ending without well…the happily ever after standing by his side. But that was not the case. Instead, you got a half-empty milkshake glass, awkward silence and Josh barely able to keep eye contact with you.

You couldn’t help but think that maybe chasing after him was a mistake and his silence wasn’t helping you think any different. “I think I should–“

“Well as I live and breathe,” Mrs. O’Donnell walked up to the booth with her signature friendly smile on her face. “Is that you, Y/N?”

You put on your best smile as you turned to face the elderly woman. “Hi, Mrs. O’Donnell.”

“Oh sweetheart, don’t just greet me. Come give me a hug!”

You stepped out of the booth, thankful for the distraction as you hugged the woman who was like your own Grandmother. “You always give the best hugs, Mrs. O’Donnell.”

She pulled away and cupped your face, keeping her friendly smile on her face. “Gosh, just look at you. You were always such a pretty girl, but you grew up to be a stunning woman.” She turned her head towards the kitchen. “Hal! Hal get out here!”

You shuffled back into the booth, looking at Josh who has his attention still on the table. “What is is Diane?” Mr. O’Donnell replied, coming through the kitchen door.

“Oh shush with the tone and look who’s sitting over here.”

Mr. O’Donnell looked over in your direction and smiled. “Diane, who do you think made Y/N that milkshake?” His eyes moved over to Josh and he walked over. “But this strapping young man, I’ve yet to see. Look at you! Win a Stanley Cup, bring it home and then never come back?”

Josh laughed and stood up out of the booth giving Mr. O’Donnell a hug. “Sorry sir, life’s just been…hectic.”

“Oh cut the shit,” Mr. O’Donnell said, pulling away from him and wagging his finger at him. “You come home more often from now on, okay? You, and the rest of the boys. Who else is going to keep this place in business with their monstrous orders?”

Josh just laughed and nodded sitting back down in the booth. “Oh, will you look at this?” Mrs. O’Donnell smiled, walking three booths down and coming back with a picture frame from the wall, in her hands. “I almost forgot this was added onto the wall.”

She put the picture frame down onto the table in between both you and Josh and your stomach sunk. “Look at the two of you. Gosh, I can’t even remember how long ago this picture was taken, but I do know it was in this very booth!”

“10 years ago…”

“10 years…”

You and Josh looked at one another for a split second before turning your attention back to the picture. It was a picture of the two of you, obviously, with a milkshake sitting in the middle of the table and both of you leaning across the table with smiles on your faces. It’s funny. Josh remembered a lot of things about that fateful day where the two of you broke up– but he didn’t remember Mrs. O’Donnell taking this picture.

He knew it was from that day because, in the picture, you were wearing his Knights shirt, the same one you’d leave on his front porch three days post-breakup and the one that he buried in the bottom of his dresser drawer, never to touch again. He stared at the younger version of himself and wanted to do nothing more than to reach into the picture and yell at him for being such a douchebag. Or at least warn him for what was to come.

He looked at you, trying his best to read your expression. You were never really good at shielding your emotions and that was something he remembered and was now extremely thankful for. Because this could be his way to find out just how you felt about seeing him again…about the break-up, 10 years later. Yet, he didn’t know how to feel once he saw the sadness in your eyes…or at least he didn’t expect him to punch him in the gut as hard as it did.

“You two were the cutest things,” She smiled, picking up the picture frame and looking at the two of you. “It makes my heart happy to see you two sitting here together again, and in the same booth too.”

“We’re closing up in about 15, but you’re more than welcome to stay here. We can just clean everything up and then leave the keys with you so you can lock it up and–“

“No, no uh…” You cleared your throat and pushed the milkshake back towards the center of the table. “That’s fine. I think we’re good here, right?”

Josh furrowed his eyebrows, as he looked at you, both confused and a little bit angry. There was nothing ‘good’ about anything. You hadn’t even had a conversation! “Actually–“

But you were already standing up and giving the two O’Donnell’s warm hugs. “I’ll stop by before I leave again, grab something quick.”

Josh felt like it was all happening again, you leaving him there in the booth with a goodbye and nothing else. He pushed himself out of the booth as you walked out of the door and looked at the couple. “It was nice to see you both again.” He smiled.

Mr. O’Donnell nodded and walked off back into the kitchen and Mrs. O’Donnell grabbed the glass off of the table, grabbing onto Josh’s arm before he could leave. “Josh?”

“Yes, Mrs. O’Donnell?”

Her gaze went off towards the door before returning back to him and immediately he knew what she was going to say. “Girls like her don’t come around often. Now, I don’t know what happened between the two of you, but what I do know is how good you were together, friendship wise and relationship wise.” She turned the picture frame towards him and put it into his hands. “It’s not a coincidence that the two of you found your way back here.”

Josh swallowed and looked down at the smiling faces of your younger counterparts. His eyes lingered on your smile and he felt something that he hadn’t felt in a long time– warmth in a place within his heart that nobody had ever been able to reach. He looked up from the picture and nodded. “Thank You, Mrs. O’Donnell.”

He turned away from her and ran out of the door, stopping on the sidewalk and looking out in the parking lot for you. He spotted you halfway across the parking lot, making your way out to the street. “Y/N, wait!”

“Go back inside Josh, please.” You replied, keeping your back to him, but he wasn’t oblivious to the emotion in your voice. You were crying…or at least had cried since you left the diner.

“Y/N, please we need to talk.”

“I don’t want to.”

He could feel the frustration from the last few hours begin to bubble up inside of him. “That’s why you came here, isn’t it? To talk about what happened?”

You had reached the street corner and stood beneath the street light, keeping your back to him and subtly wiping your cheeks. “Just forget it, Josh, it was a mistake, okay?”

“No, I’m not going anywhere because I want to know why you came all the way here, leaving the reunion early. I know you had people you wanted to see and catch up with. Hell, you liked more of those people than I ever did. And yet here you are, away from your old friends and the party to talk to me and you run away…again.”

You kept silent as his steps grew closer and his voice louder. “Stop shutting me out, Y/N. You don’t get to do that, not when you came here to find me!”

You whipped around and faced him, not caring if your eyes were still letting the small tears fall. “I didn’t think it’d still hurt!” You yelled, a small sob escaping from your throat. “I-I thought that maybe I was over it all. That 10-years was long enough f-for me to get over how you broke me into pieces, but it turns out the joke is on me,”

You lifted your arms, only to let them drop to your side again. “Seeing you at the reunion was like every good memory from our relationship flashing in front of me like a movie.” You wiped beneath your nose and shook your head. “But seeing you sitting in that booth again…it was like reliving that day. Only this time, it somehow hurt a whole lot worse.”

For the first time, you took into account just how close Josh was to you. He was standing maybe two steps away from you and you could smell the hint of scotch from his breath and feel the heat radiating off of him. He looked like he wanted to say something and the struggle behind his eyes was showing just how badly he was fighting with himself on whether to stay silent or speak up.

When he didn’t say a word, you just nodded and laughed. “Figures you have nothing to say Josh. 10 years later and yet you still act like you’re 18-years-old,” you turned away from him only to turn right back around, thinking of more to say. “I hated the fact that our breakup ruined me as bad as it did. I’ve met great guys, guys who would make amazing boyfriends and amazing husbands. Who’d treat me right and who’d listen to me and not jump to conclusions, but I can’t allow myself to get attached to them.”

“Do you want to know why Josh? Why I can’t allow myself to open up and care for these amazing men?” You walked towards him and shoved a finger into his chest. “Because of you. Because you basically attacked me with accusations of holding you back that day in the diner. When all I did was give myself, my hopes and my dreams, for you– and you go and switch it around on me.”

You shoved him back with your whole palm, the tears stinging in your eyes as he allowed you to hit him. “I hated you for making me feel like that. I hated you for making me so scared of opening up to another man because I was terrified that somehow, even if the situation was nowhere near as similar– it’d end the exact same way.”

Car headlights caught your attention and you sniffled, wiping your eyes as the car pulled up. “Y/N L/N?” The driver asked through their rolled down the passenger window.

“That’s me,” You said, adjusting your jacket and opening the back passenger door. You turned back to Josh and looked at him through teary eyes. “Why did you have to come after me?”

He just stared at you, not saying anything, so you shook your head and sniffled again. “Goodbye, Josh.”

Josh stood there, frozen in place as he watched you get into the car and drive away. When the car was far enough away, he clenched his fists and screamed into the night sky. Once. Twice. Multiple times before he even felt a slight weight lift off of his shoulders, only for it to crash right back down. You were right there, pouring your heart out to him and he wanted to reach out and take you into his arms so fucking bad, but he couldn’t get himself to move. He couldn’t even get himself to speak.

He ordered an uber back to the school, not bothering to go back inside and see if you had rejoined your old classmates. Instead, he got back into his truck and drove away from his own personal hell. Part of him wanted to just get up and leave, he had the opportunity to do it, and had, by all means, fulfilled his promise to his friends by attending the reunion. Yet he couldn’t ignore the feeling inside of him that was telling him to stay.

And so he did. Pulling up into the driveway of his childhood home, he sat in the car and stared off at your parents’ house just two doors down. Were you inside? Would your parents remember him? God, did they know how bad things ended all those years ago and hate you now? Pulling the keys out of his ignition, he got out of the car and opened the back door, grabbing his suitcase and closing it soon after. He walked up to the front door, hoping it wasn’t too late and that his parents weren’t asleep yet. Then he’d have to hear the lecture about forgetting his copy of the house key back at his apartment in Columbus. He felt a sense of relief when it was his mom who answered the door and no sooner than she opened it, was he in her arms, giving her a hug.

“Oh!” She said, obviously caught by surprise, returning his hug just seconds later. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

Damn it. Now he was wishing that it was his dad who answered the door instead. He should have known she’d read him like a book. “I saw Y/N.”

He could feel her stiffen but keep him in a firm hug as she rubbed his back. “How did that go?”

He could feel his right foot begin to shake as he got anxious and he knew that he was only moments away from his emotions taking over. He took a shuddered breath, holding her a little tighter. “It really fucking hurt.”

“Josh, I need you to be honest when I ask this, okay?” The more she rubbed his back, the more he relaxed into her embrace and with one shuddered inhale, his exhale was a small sob– the first time he’d ever remembered crying about your break-up since it happened. She pulled back, bringing a hand to cup the right side of his face. “Do you still love her?”

When he looked her in the eyes he could hear your words echoing in his head and how bad the guilt from what he did to you 10 years ago was weighing him down. “It doesn’t matter Mom, she hates me.”

She gave him a small smile and brushed back the hair out of his face. “Oh Josh, I don’t think she could hate you even if she tried.” She sighed and patted him on the cheek, nodding into the house. “Come sit down and tell me what happened. Your dad is out in the shop.”

And just like that, for the first time in a really long time, Josh loved being home. He knew he missed both of his parents, but talking to his mom about you and telling her what had happened at the diner with his friends, the reunion and ultimately your blowup on the street– he felt a little bit lighter, but that lingering feeling was still sinking him down. But perhaps telling his mom everything was the best thing because she was able to give him a perspective. Not your full perspective, of course, but a female perspective in general. Plus it helped that she and your mom were best friends, so she had some insight on how your life has been the last 10 years.

As he stared up at the ceiling of his childhood bedroom, he couldn’t stop thinking about what she had told him. How after College you had gotten your dream job in Detroit– only a mere three and a half hours away from him.

How you tried dating and ended up dating a really good guy a few years back, one that your parents thought was going to propose and how you broke it off with no reason, at least no reason to them.

How you were doing pretty successful in the said job and that your parents were shocked when you had requested to be transferred to Toronto out of the blue just last month.

He learned of your life of the last 10 years, one that sounded like you’d reached every dream he knew that you had and he was happy for you, he really was. Yet the one thing that perhaps was bothering him the most, was that you were in Detroit this entire time. You had been so close to him, yet so far. If he had known, maybe he would have reached out and talked about things sooner, invited you to a game. And maybe things wouldn’t have been like this. Maybe you’d be civil towards each other, friends even. You wouldn’t have screamed at him in a parking lot.

And he couldn’t help but think on the happily ever side that maybe, just maybe if he knew you were so close, he would have reached out and the two of you would have cleared the air and ended up back in one another’s arms again. But that’s exactly what it was: a fairytale, and unless you’re the Royal Family, that shit didn’t exist.

He sighed and his eyes, already adjusted to the darkness of his room, wandered over to his dresser that was no doubt still full of clothes he hasn’t touched in years. He couldn’t help but wonder though, if the one thing he had hidden in there was in fact, still there. Pushing himself out of bed, he felt his joints ache in ways that no 28-year-old’s joints should and he walked quietly over to the mahogany dresser. Using the flashlight on his phone, he propped it up against a picture frame and opened the second drawer.

As expected, it was full of old t-shirts he hadn’t worn in years, including the one you’d given back to him. He pushed them all aside, flipping them up as he looked for it, but it wasn’t there. He sighed, thinking maybe that it was in the third drawer. Flipping through old shorts, again, he came up empty. His eyes settled on the top drawer and he mentally cursed himself for being such a typical boy. Opening it, he flipped through the countless pairs of boxers and briefs, coming to a stop when he lifted up his old, favorite Stewie boxers.

He smiled and picked up the black velvet box, opening it to reveal the golden chain with the matching locket and charm of his number, nestled inside. The very same one you had dropped onto the table in front of him 10 years prior before telling him to ‘have a nice life’ and walking out of his life, seemingly forever. He didn’t even have to try to be able to remember the day he gave it to you.

The locket, one his mom had helped him pick out, was a gift for your 16th birthday and an early 1-year anniversary present. His mom had picked out her favorite picture of the two of you to go on one side and he left the other side up to you. That Christmas, coincidentally, the clasp on the necklace had broken and he took the opportunity and told you he’d get it fixed for you. And he did, but when he gave it back to you at the old park, it was wrapped up in a small box, this black velvet box, and had an additional charm on it– his number.

Up until the moment you left it on the booth table that night at the diner, you had never taken it off. And besides seeing it on display in a store, Josh had never seen it anywhere else, but on your neck. Which is why, when you gave it back to him, he put it back into the box and shoved it in his underwear drawer. Not wanting to see it because it only reminded him of how much of a jerk he was to you.

Seeing it and holding it now though, was a whole different story. While he was easily reminded of the way you looked at him and the sound the locket made when it dropped against the table– all he could think about was the way your eyes gleamed when he’d given it to you the first time. How excited you were about printing out the perfect picture for the other side. The way you giggled when you noticed the added charm on the chain and told him you’d ‘wear it forever.’

Since he arrived back in town, even though most times he wasn’t really aware of it, you were on his mind. Just like Tucker said, this place held so many memories, everywhere he went, he swore he could see younger versions of the two of you there too. It’s been 10 years. 10 years of pointless hookups, miserable nights spent drinking away a pain the alcohol was never able to touch, and even the joy of winning the Stanley Cup couldn’t ease it. Yet, it only took him 10 minutes of being back in the town he tried so hard to put behind him, to realize that you were it.

You were the one thing he’d been missing all of this time. The ache in his heart, he could never seem to fix. The reason why every failed attempt at trying to fill a void with mindless sex never worked out. You were his person. His endgame. His, once in a lifetime, girl.

You were it for him and he still loves you.

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The next morning, working off what little sleep he had gotten, Josh greeted his parents, ate his moms cooking while downing a cup of coffee or two and then raced over to your house. He had hoped that by the time he knocked on your front door, you’d be awake and maybe even answer the door, but that wasn’t the case. Your mother greeted him instead and gave him a hug, a reaction he was surprised to receive– which possibly meant that you hadn’t fully disclosed why your relationship ended so long ago.

After cordial greetings with her and your father, Josh asked if you were home. His heart sank the moment they told him no, that you were out and about. But when he asked if they knew where you were going and your mother told you, a sense of hope rose within him.

You were exactly where they said you’d probably be which only made his hope grow a little more. You had your back turned to him, sitting on the swing set on the old park that overlooked the lake where he had kissed you for the first time.

Your park.

He took deep breaths trying to calm his racing heart as he made his way over to you, unsure of how to greet you when he got close enough. Should he say hi? Jump right into a conversation? Maybe just turn around and call it a day? He came to a stop only a few feet behind you and watched as the wind whisked a few pieces of your hair behind you. Your shoes were dragging in the woodchips, keeping your swing in place, but giving yourself small pushes every now and then.

With each second he stood there, he could feel his heart rate begin to rise. But he was going to do this. He needed to do this. “It killed me,” your swing had stopped and your body had perked up at the sound of his voice. He cleared his throat and took another deep breath, closing his eyes only for a moment before returning his gaze back to you. “Seeing you at the reunion…it killed me. Hell, even thinking about running into you at the reunion killed me.”

“Josh…”

“No, Y/N,” His voice was raised, a sign his emotions were taking over. So he did what you and his mom always had him do: close his eyes, count to ten and take three deep breaths. He opened them again to see you with your back to him still and he had to admit, he was disappointed. “You had your turn to talk and I listened, now it’s my turn.”

“It killed me, the thought of seeing you and actually seeing you because I know how bad I fucked up back then,” He exhaled, feeling his chest quiver. “I know how bad I hurt you when I suggested that you were trying to drag my career down, but I was 18 and a total fucking idiot.”

“I’m not making excuses, understand that. Back then I had the NHL draft, London putting pressure on me to stay, I was trying to figure out what my family thought was best…and you. I had to think about you and what would benefit our relationship the best to where we could both follow our dreams. It killed me to hear that you didn’t apply to UBC, Y/N because I knew that was your dream school. You’d been wearing your dad’s old hoodie since you were 9 and suddenly, you didn’t apply?”

You hadn’t made an effort to turn around to face him, which Josh couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. But he wasn’t going to question it, he wanted to get out everything he needed to say…even if it turned out that you had blocked him out the entire time.

“I was 18, I was naïve and selfish and I attacked you over something I had no knowledge of because I was stressed, insecure and I didn’t want to think that I was the reason you weren’t following your dream when I was able to follow mine. It was fucked up and I know that now and I’m so fucking sorry.” He took a deep breath and sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “Hell, it’s been haunting me for the last decade, Y/N.”

“You know how we were talking about relationships? And you said I fucked you up? Well, I guess I fucked myself up too because I haven’t been able to even consider a relationship with a girl since you. I’ve had meaningless sex, drank myself into blackouts– hell even winning the Stanley fucking Cup wasn’t able to fill the void you left in me.”

He swore he could hear you sniffling, that or it was just his imagination getting to him. He didn’t want to make you cry, that was the last thing he wanted. But maybe, he thought, maybe it was a good sign because that meant you still cared. You still felt the slightest way that he did.

“I want to get married. I want kids. Two, three, six– I don’t care, but I know I want a family. I want a dog, a beautiful house in a city I love– hell maybe even a cliché ass white picket fence. I want it so fucking bad, I know that I do. But the thing is,” he took a few more steps closer to you, wanting to make sure you were hearing what he was saying. “I can’t seem to find a single person that gives me a feeling like you did when I was with you. All of that stuff? It’s you. In my 10 years of being single, you’re the only girl I ever saw that happening with.”

This time he was sure you were crying. He didn’t know if you knew how close behind you he was, but he could see the movements of your hands coming up to your face to wipe your cheeks and your sniffles being carried through the summer air.

“I know about Grayson, my mom told me. She said that your parents thought that the two of you were it– that he’d propose and you’d get married. That you seemed…” he took a deep breath, not wanting to imagine you marrying someone that wasn’t him for it hurt too damn much. “That you seemed happy and in love, but that you broke it off and never gave them a reason why. But I think that you do and I think that I do too.”

“You couldn’t go on with him because somewhere in your heart, whether it be deep down or right there on the surface, you knew the truth. That it’s been 10 years and somehow, you still haven’t forgotten about me or all of the times that we had and it scares you.” He walked up to the empty swing beside you and dug into his pocket, bringing out the black velvet box with your necklace inside. He placed it down onto the empty seat and backed away. “It scares you that you still love me…just like I still love you. It’s been 10 years for me too Y/N and I swear on everything…I’ve never been able to forget you. You’ve still got my whole heart.”

As he stared at your back, he could feel the weight from holding everything in begin to lift off of his shoulders. That was it, that was everything he had to say and now all he had to do was wait and see if you said anything back. Seconds went by and you hadn’t even looked at the swing beside you to see what he had put down. He sucked in his bottom lip and nodded, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his shorts as he went to walk away.

He turned back and took a deep breath, deciding to say one final thing. “I leave tomorrow night to go back to Columbus. I know that you don’t owe me anything, especially since what happened was all my fault…but I’ll be at the diner around 1:30 tomorrow to grab something before I head off...”

With one last look, he nodded his head and turned away from you, walking all the way back to his car knowing that he did all that he could. If you wanted to talk to him, you knew where he’d be. And if you didn’t show up, he’d know that it was time to start putting effort into moving on.

But God, he really hoped you’d show up.

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Another night of restless sleep had Josh looking like a zombie that afternoon when he walked into the diner and headed over to all too familiar booth. Not even the three cups of coffee with his breakfast this morning could have masked just how late his thoughts about you and whether or not that you’d show up, had kept him up.

Mrs. O’Donnell had greeted him with a warm hug and a strawberry milkshake with two straws already placed on the table. He didn’t know what she knew, but if there was one thing he was grateful for, it was how hopeful and positive she was that this thing…whatever it was, would work out between you two.

He had ordered a basket of fries to munch on as he repeatedly checked his watch and grew more anxious as the time neared 1:30. Maybe it wasn’t smart, suggesting that she come to the diner– maybe he should have picked a different spot. At least, that’s what he was telling himself so he didn’t have to face the only truth– that she didn’t want to come because there was no way she could forgive him or even see herself with him after everything that happened.

He was halfway through with his fries and the whipped cream on the shake was starting to melt when he looked at his phone again.

1:40.

The bell above the door rang out, but he didn’t turn around. No matter how much he wanted it to be you, he knew that there was no chance that it could have been. The place was packed and he was sure that it was just another table leaving or another family coming in for some food for the day.

He sighed and popped another fry into his mouth before taking a sip of the milkshake, letting the taste linger as if he was drinking it for the last time. When he went to reach in for his wallet to grab some cash, he saw someone place something in the middle of the table. When he looked at it, he saw that it was the black velvet box, opened…and empty. His head shot up to see you standing there, wearing that old UBC sweatshirt and your hair tossed up and out of your face.

Peeking out from the collar of your sweatshirt was a gold chain and though he couldn’t see what hung from it, he knew was it was. The empty box told him.

You took a deep breath and sat yourself down, unwrapping the second straw and plopping it into your shared milkshake, tossing the wrapper off to the side and looking up at him with a small, but hopeful smile. “Third time’s a charm, right?”

#josh anderson #josh anderson imagine #josh anderson oneshot #columbus blue jackets imagine #columbus blue jackets oneshot #columbus blue jackets writing #nhl imagine #nhl writing #nhl oneshot #hockey imagine #hockey writing #hockey oneshot #oof i didn't proof read so yikes #my writing

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lyatttrash · 6 years ago

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New Chapter Alert!

As Fate Would Have It Chapter 2

I’m going to try and keep up with these but we’ll see.

FF.net/AO3

“Wyatt I am not putting him in that seat it’s disgusting!” Lucy argued at the entrance of Target. She tightened her grip on Henry as Wyatt moved to take him.

“Lucy it’s fine! A little dirt will do him some good.” He huffed.

“Wyatt he’s ten months old he’s not even big enough for that seat.” Wyatt stood his ground, giving her a stare that he reserved for when he meant business, hoping it would cause her to surrender. No surprise that it didn’t. Lucy is the only person brave enough to constantly go toe to toe with Wyatt, and frankly she’s the only person he’ll allow to do so. Lucy straightened her spine and met his stare with the same intensity, years of being a college professor have perfected her ‘no nonsense’ glare. Henry obliviously giggling between them, completely unaware of the silent power grab going on above his head.

Wyatt gripped the cart tighter before muttering, “fine.”

Lucy smiled and whispered to Henry, “See? He can never say no to me.” Henry babbled in response. An older couple walked past and just smiled and shook their head at the pair. To everyone else they looked like a young couple running errands as a little family. She’d never admit it but it was fun to pretend that’s what they were… even if it was only for a few hours.

As they strolled through the aisles, everyone they passed seemed to smile at them. Lucy huffed when one too many women made eyes at Wyatt. He shot her a quizzical look and she pretended she was just blowing hair out of her mouth. They nearly crossed everything off the list Lucy made a crib, a car seat, a stroller, some bottles, diapers, a few toys and now they were standing in the food and formula aisle. Wyatt was just about to comment on how easy Henry had been through the store when he decided he’d had enough. His little face turned red and scrunched up, Wyatt was sure his screams could be heard in the parking lot.

“Damn little mans got pipes. You sure he’s not your kid?” Wyatt joked. Lucy involuntarily blushed at his indirect compliment. She just laughed and rolled her eyes. Lucy began soothing Henry, shushing him while holding him close to her chest, bouncing him up and down. Lucy’s heart broke for the child. This morning he woke up in his own bed with his mom there to take care of him then suddenly he was thrown into a new environment, surrounded by people he doesn’t know. Poor thing is confused as all hell, looking for anything familiar, most likely his mom. Lucy wanted to cry along with him.

“I know little guy. Shhh, I know, I know. It’s scary but I’ve got you.” Lucy cooed softly to the boy. Lucy met Wyatt’s eyes and the way he was looking at her took her breath away. She hadn’t seen such a genuine smile from him in such a long time.

“You’re a natural, you know” Wyatt said softly. His compliments and the way he was looking at her was too much to handle. Lucy had to remind herself not to get sucked in. Things were finally back to normal, well as normal as two people who have gone through what they did could be. They were Lucy and Wyatt no doubt about it, but not quite Logan and Preston. It was a weird limbo they were in, neither knowing where they stand with the other. Had the moment for them passed? Are they destined to just stay friends? These are the questions that keep Lucy up at night, it also doesn’t help that she’s currently holding his baby, a baby she has to keep reminding herself isn’t hers. She was just going to end up getting hurt if she kept pretending they were a family. Wyatt and Henry were a family, Lucy assumes she’s just going to be called in from time to time to baby sit, probably be referred to as ‘aunt Lucy’.

“I adored Amy as a baby, my parents had to remind me all the time that I was just her sister not her mom.” She joked, desperately trying to deflect from the situation. Wyatt chuckled and turned his attention back to the wall of baby food. He stood with two containers of formula in his hands, intensely checking the nutrition and ingredients. Lucy’s heart warmed at how much he already cared for this little guy that he has only known for a few hours. Lucy looked around she spotted something that she knew would help Wyatt immensely. She silently walked over and placed a large box in the cart.

“Lucy what is that?”

“It’s like a Keurig, but for babies” Lucy replied hoisting Henry higher on her hip.

“Absolutely not, we don’t need that.” Lucy tried not to get too excited over the word ‘we’ but it made her smile nonetheless.

“Trust me I saw this on Oprah you want it!” she challenged.

“Since when do you have time to watch Oprah?” he teased.

“I do have a life outside of our training sessions, you know.” She scoffed lightly. Even though the threat of Rittenhouse is gone Wyatt still makes her train with him three times a week. He claims you can never be too careful, especially living in the city, but Lucy doesn’t mind. She likes all the extra time she gets to spend with him, having a reason to be physically close with him even if it is only for a few hours a week.

He took a step closer, his flirtatious tone having an even greater effect at his proximity, “well then sounds like I’m not working you hard enough since you have time to watch Oprah.” She sucked in a breath, he hadn’t flirted this openly with her in a long time, possibly ever.

Standing her ground, she knew she couldn’t let him win. Lucy took a step closer so she could whisper in his ear, being a full head shorter than he is she had to stand on her toes which forced her body to be pressed against his, “I think you won’t do a damn thing considering I’m standing in the baby section of Target at 9:30 on a Saturday.” He didn’t have a response but he swallowed hard and Lucy knew she won their little flirting match.

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Lucy eventually dragged a reluctant Wyatt over to the clothing section, a place he had been dreading since they stepped into the store. He smiled and rolled his eyes as Lucy pilled outfit after outfit into the cart.

“I think that’s enough Luce, he probably has more clothes than you do at this point.” He teased. Lucy tried not to outwardly show how affected she was by the nickname. She ducked behind a rack of clothes to hide her blush.

“Daddy doesn’t know what he’s talking about, you can never have too many outfits. Right little guy?” she cooed at the baby. She honestly doesn’t know why she referred to Wyatt as daddy, it just slipped out but somehow it felt natural. She laughed at his stunned expression at her bold teasing. He cocked his head to the side. Lucy knew that look, he was about to dish it right back out, he was about to speak when an older lady placed a hand on his arm.

“Your family is absolutely precious, how long have you and your wife been married?” Lucy turned her head,

“Oh uh…” she fumbled unsure of what to say. A deep blush appeared on her cheeks at being called Wyatt’s wife. The name secretly sent a thrill through her. She was about to politely correct the lady when Wyatt cleared his throat next to her.

“Um… almost four and a half years.” His answer took her completely by surprise. She hadn’t expected him to just go with it. If her cheeks were pink before she probably looked like a tomato now. He smiled and glanced at Lucy. Her heart fluttered at the memory and she wondered if he remembered as well.

“Well stop the presses here I am going on and on how’d he do it with you?”

“Do what?”

“Propose silly I mean look at that rang!”

The smile and small wink told her he did.

“He is just the cutest little thing on God’s green earth!” the lady gushed at Henry, “what’s the little angel’s name?”

“Henry” Wyatt and Lucy said in unison. They made eye contact with each other, his lips turned up into his signature smirk and she felt her face heat up again. Get it together Lucy! He walked over so he could stand next to Lucy. He put his arm around her to he could rub Henry’s back. They’ve been closer in the last 20 minutes than they had been in a long time. The smell of his cologne all around her was intoxicating. Her mind fogged with the memories of their time in 1941, being able to completely give themselves over to each other. They let themselves fall hard, knowing the other would be there to catch them. Lucy missed being this close to him, the whole time he was with Jessica she ached for his touch. Seeing the way their future selves were with each other gave her hope but it’s still been a long journey back to him. Not one Lucy minds taking if it means she’ll end up in his arms. Feeling bold she leaned her head back against his shoulder. She felt him freeze for half a second but then instantly relaxed and moved his hand to her lower back, falling into a comfortable familiarity that she’s missed so much.

“You don’t let anything happen to them!” the lady warned.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Wyatt said softly while pressing a kiss to the top of Lucy’s head, her breath caught in her throat as she fought back tears. The gesture was so small yet so intimate, her mind was swimming with all the things his action could mean. Was this all just a show for the nice old lady? Were they finally at a place to cross over into something more? Seems like kind of an odd place to make that jump, the infant clothing section of a Target…lost in her thoughts she didn’t even notice the woman walk away, Wyatt awkwardly cleared his throat and stepped away from Lucy, both refusing to make eye contact.

“We should probably get the little nugget home.” Lucy whispered glancing down at a sleeping Henry.

“He’s certainly had an eventful day.” He agreed. They made their way to the check out in silence and carried all their items out to Wyatt’s jeep. The mood lightened as Lucy laughed at Wyatt fighting to install the car seat, she kept telling him he was doing it wrong and he just grumbled in protest. Mumbling something about a ‘bossy-know-it-all’. Climbing in on either side of the car they both turned towards the back seat. They sat in silence for a moment watching Henry sleep. Lucy traced his face with her eyes, the soft fullness of his cheeks, his large eyes, long eyelashes, cute little button nose, lopsided grin that she would know anywhere, the grin she fell in love with all those years ago in the waiting room at Mason Industries. Lucy looked to her left and saw Wyatt staring at her with admiration but quickly turned away when she caught him staring. Blushing slightly, she turned her gaze back to Henry, wishing so bad he was hers.

#timeless #lyatt #lyattfic #fluff #kidfic #as fate would have it #lucy preston #wyatt logan #Lucy x Wyatt

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undersummerskyy · 7 years ago

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Missed Message - Bechloe PP3 One-shot

So, @rejection-isnt-failure and I were talking about stuff we still really want to read, and she mentioned that she’d like to see a fic about the hostage situation in PP3. Like, with Beca getting injured and Chloe being worried etc.

So I wrote something for it.

And it was supposed to be about 1000 words.

Instead, it became this long thing, with more than 4000 words of fluff and angst and just a lot of feelings. I guess.

I hope you’ll all enjoy!

“Where’s Beca?”

“I don’t know.” Chloe responds, aware of how angry she sounds.

“You don’t have to get mad.” Aubrey whispers, annoyed because of her friend’s behavior.

“I’m not mad I’m worried.”

“About Beca?”

“About everything.”

They’re on a boat. They’re on a boat with Amy’s dad and he looks like he might just kill them. Nobody knows what’s happening. At least they have each other, right? Well, everybody but Amy and Beca, which is a main part of her concern. Her dad got off the phone with Amy about twenty minutes ago, and even though they don’t quite know what they talked about, they know it can’t be good.

They might die.

They might die and all Chloe can think about is Beca.

Why was she such an idiot? Why did she have to focus all of her attention on stupid Chicago when all she wanted was Beca. Always Beca. Yet, she had never wanted to admit it to herself, never wanted to fully commit to it. It was scary, and difficult, and she didn’t know how to deal with it.

She should have just.

Because now she might never see her again.

Apparently, they only have ten minutes more to live.

She pulls out her phone again, because if she’s going to die anyway she might as well risk being seen with her phone. She hides behind Emily and reaches for her phone. Please, please let there be service.

There is.

She could call the cops, she could call her parents, or Chicago, or basically do anything else that might actually give them a chance here. Instead, she texts Beca.

‘Hey. I don’t know if you’ll actually get this. I don’t even know what’s going to happen to me. Maybe this is all a big joke, or maybe someone will come and save us. But if not, if I really do die tonight, it can’t be without me telling you that I love you. I love you Beca. I have for the longest time, and I’ve been afraid for so long. Afraid to tell you, afraid to admit it to myself, afraid to be with you. I know it’s too late now, but I just wanted to let you know that I’m not afraid anymore. I love you so much. I just wish I’d had the chance to tell you.’

She hits send.

Meanwhile, on the small rowboat.

“Come on, we’re almost there!” Amy yells as she pushes Beca to row harder and faster.

Finally, they reach the boat and Beca can’t believe they’re here. They’re here and Amy has a plan and the Bellas are going to be okay. Chloe is going to be okay.

“Alright,” She says once they’ve figured out what to do, “I’ll see you soon, yes?”

“See you soon.” Amy promises, before Beca disappears up the stairs.

She ducks down quickly and then slides behind Chloe. It’s the easiest, really. She pretends that she didn’t notice that Jessica or Ashley, or even Aubrey, were sitting closer to the stairs. It just made sense to her to be with Chloe.

She waits for about thirty seconds before the perfect opportunity presents itself.

“Ten minutes, ladies.” Fergus says.

“Guys, you know what we should do?” Beca says out loud, sliding out from behind Chloe to look at her friends.

“Where did you come from?” Amy’s dad asks her, and she can practically feel Chloe’s eyes burning holes into the side of her face.

“What?” She asks, trying to sound confident while her heart is beating in her chest. Everything depended on him believing her in this moment.

“You weren’t here before.” He answers, and she can feel her palms starting to get sweaty. It also doesn’t help that Chloe is still sitting so fucking close and staring at her like that. She doesn’t know what to do with it so she just chooses not to make eye contact for now, hoping that will make it easier.

“I’ve been here the whole time.” She stammers, “I’m.. just small.”

Finally, she dares to make eye contact with the redhead, but only for a split second. Chloe narrows her eyes at her, clearly trying to understand what Beca’s plan is. She looks over at Fergus before quickly looking back at Chloe once again, silently telling her ‘just go with it’. The redhead nods slightly, enough for Beca to know that she can do this.

“Just,” she starts, standing up now, “if we only have ten minutes left, I say we spend it doing something we love.” It’s such an out of character thing to say, which her voice all high and smiling sweetly. She knows her friends will notice the odd behavior and will – hopefully – pick up on her plan.

“Let’s go out like Bellas and sing one more song.” she looks over at Chloe now, staring directly into the other girl’s eyes will she ducks her head down a little, hoping Chloe will understand what she’s trying to do. After all, she’s the one who knows her best. They can say a million things to each other without ever actually saying a word.

But Chloe just narrows her eyes in confusion, while the other Bellas question her proposal. Great. She understands though, they’re scared, and have no idea what kind of real danger they’re in. But Beca knows Amy. And she knows Amy with a plan. If she had to guess, there’s about an 87 percent chance this boat is going to blow up in the next ten minutes.

“I think we should sing one more song.” She says, and it comes out rushed and high pitched and slightly too aggressive and too fast. But then she looks down and Chloe is nodding and she gets it. Of course, she does.

“Guys, I just want to sing so badly.” Beca adds, hoping everyone else will understand too. “We really think you’ll like it.”

He gives them ten minutes, which is enough, she hopes.

Beca looks at Chloe one more time and that’s enough.

The other Bellas start ‘toxic’ and Chloe takes her place up front, she’s the lead vocals for this, and it’s one of the songs they always keep as a backup, in case anything else goes wrong.

Halfway through the song, however, Beca moves to stand in front of Chloe, instead of remaining in her position beside her. The two Bellas share a look, and Chloe gives her the slightest nod. She understands. She moves away and lets Beca take the lead, trusting her.

Even though this is normally her part, she knows that they all have to follow Beca’s lead right now, because their friend clearly has a plan, and they better listen if they want to get out of this alive.

Beca looks up and notices Amy above them, and she can tell that Cynthia Rose has noticed her too by now. So has Chloe. They start ushering the Bellas to the side, making sure they won’t be crushed when Amy jumps down.

The Australian does just that, seconds later. She jumps down and pulls out the fire extinguisher and then everything is pure chaos. The Bellas are running away and jumping off the ship. Beca watches as Chloe runs towards the edge, and she keeps watching until she can see her jumping off. Good. Chloe’s safe.

“Amy! Let’s go!” She yells, running back to her friend and pulling on her sleeve to get her to come with her. She drops the fire extinguisher just as the boat goes up in flames. Amy makes it to the edge and jumps over. Beca, however, falls over because of the blast. The second she hits the deck she realizes that her ankle is broken. Shit. It hurts like hell and there’s nothing she can do. Amy’s father and his men have made it to the side of the boat and are now jumping out into the water as well. She’s now officially the only person left on this boat.

Fuck.

“Do we have everyone?” Aubrey yells as she starts counting the Bellas.

“Beca!” Chloe screams back, her voice already hoarse. “I can’t find Beca.”

“She was right behind me.” Amy responds, not sure what happened.

“Did you see her jumping off?” Chloe pushes, wanting to know what happened. She looks up to the boat, and she can feel her heart starting to beat faster in her chest. Please, please don’t let her still be on that boat.

“Uh. Yeah- No. I don’t know. She was behind me, I think.”

“Amy!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know, okay! We were both just trying to get off as fast as possible.”

“Let’s yell together.” Aubrey says, and they do.

“BECA!”

She can hear them. She can hear them and they’re so close but she can’t move. She can only drag herself further across the deck, away from the flames which keep getting closer and closer.

She might die.

She might die and she never told Chloe that she loved her.

The flames are really close now, and it’s getting harder to breathe and her ankle is fucking killing her. Plus, she’s tired suddenly. There’s just so much smoke around her. She can’t see them, and their screams are starting to fade away as her eyes fall shut.

The next time Beca opens her eyes she’s in a hospital room. She knows because she can hear the machines beeping in the background, plus she’s laying on a very uncomfortable pillow.

Her ankle is still hurting, but the pain is definitely less now. There’s also a bandage around her wrist, and as she looks down she remembers feeling it hurt earlier. She must have burned herself.

Aubrey’s next to her, asleep.

Out of all the people she thought would be in this room next to her, Aubrey was probably the last of them. Yet, here she is, wrapped in a blanket with her head resting uncomfortably on her own arm.

“Aubrey.” She says, because she’s really thirsty and she needs to know what happened, she needs to know that everyone else is okay and that Fergus is in jail and that they’ll be alright.

The blonde wakes up instantly. “Beca!” She says, sounding relieved, “You’re awake!”

“Looks like I am, yeah. Is everyone-“

“They’re great. Worried about you, of course. The doctor said that you inhaled some smoke, plus you broke your ankle and your wrist has a small burn. It’s nothing too bad though, and you should be totally okay by tomorrow.”

“Good. That’s uh- that’s good.”

Chloe.

That’s all she can think.

She doesn’t want to ask, to seem that desperate, but she needs to see her.

Aubrey seems to understand.

“I’ll get her.” She just says, and Beca nods. She’s too tired to pretend like that’s not what she wanted.

The redhead comes barging into her room minutes later, and Beca can tell she’s been crying.

“Bec!” Chloe screams, jumping onto her bed and wrapping her up in a tight hug. Beca groans, because it does hurt, but when Chloe notices and starts to pull back, she just hugs her tighter and buries her head in the crook of her neck.

“I thought I lost you.” Chloe whispers, and Beca can start to feel the tears streaming down her own face, and by the sound of Chloe’s voice, she’s pretty sure the other woman is crying too.

“I’m not going anywhere, Chlo. You guys aren’t getting rid of me that easily.”

“Good,” Chloe says, finally pulling back. “Because you still have an amazing performance to give.”

She frowns, not quite understanding. “Amy told us that DJ Khaled picked you. You deserve it Becs, we’re your family, we’d never hold you back from something like that.”

“Thank you. I uh- I love you guys.” She didn’t want to add that last word, but she chickened out.

“We love you too. They rescheduled the performance for tomorrow, by the way, so you have some time to rest and everything.”

“That’s great. I think I’ll be okay.”

Chloe nods, then reaches out to wipe away a tear on Beca’s cheek. Her hand lingers, and the brunette can tell she’s desperate for physical contact. Chloe usually is, but especially in situations like this. She can also tell that she’s holding herself back, not wanting to push Beca too much. It’s incredibly sweet, and it makes her love her even more.

She puts a hand on Chloe’s arm and pulls on it slightly. “Come here, you weirdo.”

Chloe is in her arms again in a second. It feels so great, and so right, and she never wants to let go. It’s not something she ever thought she’d want, or need, but with Chloe she does.

She closes her eyes for a second, just enjoying the moment. “So uh- I kinda- I have something I want to tell you.” Beca starts, and Chloe has a feeling what this is about.

Beca must have seen the message on her phone by now.

The brunette holds her tight, trying to gather the courage to say what she wants to say. “I wanted to say that I-“ Right at that moment, Chicago walks into her room. He leans against the wall, smiling softly at her and giving her slight nod as a way of greeting her.

Shit.

Why is she such an idiot?

How could she have forgotten about him?

Of course, Chloe had been with him, of course, she’d run to him for comfort. He was the one she wanted, not her.

“Beca?” The redhead asks, her arms still wrapped around Beca. From their position, Chloe can’t see Chicago, but she can feel how stiff the other woman’s body has become in their hug.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

She pulls back then, staring into Beca’s eyes.

“No uh, I’m okay. I just- I guess I just wanted to say that I’m happy for you.”

Chloe frowns. “Why?”

“Because of him.” She says, lowering her voice so that he won’t hear. “I think you and Chicago could have something really special. I’m happy for you, Chlo.”

Finally, Chloe notices that Beca is staring at something behind her. She turns around and there’s Chicago, smiling sweetly at her and giving her a small wave. “Beca, wait. I don’t understand.. what about the message?”

Beca shakes her head. “I uh. I just need to rest. Can you just leave me alone now? Please?”

She pulls away from her friend completely and slides down under the covers and on her side, facing away from Chloe.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Her voice sounds unsteady, she knows, and she can’t stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks. She’s sure Chloe notices, but she doesn’t even care.

“Let’s give Ms. Mitchell the rest she needs.” She can hear Chicago say, and although Chloe doesn’t answer, she can picture her wrapping her arm around Chicago’s waist as they leave her room.

She doesn’t see Chloe again until the next evening. She’s been discharged from the hospital, and Amy came and picked her up.

When they get there, she’s excited. Despite everything happening with Chloe, she’s happy to see her friends (alive and well) and to be able to do this. Even on crutches it’s pretty awesome.

Her eyes land on Chloe, who’s sitting next to Chicago, and she looks away instantly. It’s too painful.

She focuses on her performance, which goes amazing, and she even invites the other Bellas up on the stage with her. It’s odd, because Chloe is keeping her distance from her and she doesn’t know what to do with it. Sure, it was her who pushed the other woman away yesterday, but she thought that Chloe would be happy about what she said.

She tries to get to her once she’s done singing, but the redhead is too fast and is already gone by the time Beca makes her way over towards where she was before.

“Beca.” Amy says, moving to stand in front of her. She really doesn’t want to deal with this right now, no matter how much she likes her friend. “I just wanted to give you this.” The blonde says, pushing something into her hand. It’s her phone.

“Where did you find this? I’ve been looking all over for it.”

“You left it on the boat. It must have, you know, fallen out of your pocket when you became intimate with the deck. The police handed it over to me.”

“Thanks, Amy!”

The blonde salutes her and then walks off.

She opens up her messages, surprised she has a missed one from Chloe, and starts to read.

Her heart starts pounding as she reads the message. She can’t believe this is happening, can’t believe she’s actually reading this.

Her palms are sweaty and suddenly, the crutches don’t feel strong enough to hold her up. She needs to lean against a wall, needs to find a way to breathe.

‘It can’t be without me telling you that I love you.’

She reads it over and over and over again. Her ankle is hurting, now that she’s only really using the one crutch to find a place where she can hide. Away from the others, away from the music, away from it all.

‘I love you Beca.’

Chloe loves Beca.

And Chloe thought that Beca had read her message, that is clear now from what she had said in the hospital room.

Which means that Chloe thought Beca didn’t love her back.

It’s almost too painful to handle. Her heart is beating fast and it physically hurts to breathe. And walk.

She needs to find Chloe right now.

It seems like the universe is listening to her, because right at that moment, Chloe comes walking towards her from another direction, but she doesn’t see her, and she’s dragging Chicago along with her. They’re laughing about something, but Beca can tell that it’s not an honest laugh. She’s known Chloe for a while now, she can tell what’s real and what isn’t. Honestly, she looks like she’s hurting too.

‘I wish I’d had the chance to tell you.’

Beca feels the same way now, except that maybe, if she plays her cards right, she will get a chance to tell her.

But she needs to hurry. Because Chicago has that look on his face and he’s putting his arms around Chloe’s waist and pulling her closer and Beca knows what’s going to happen.

But it’s not too late, not this time.

She pulls up Chloe’s contact information and calls her.

Just as Chicago is leaning in, she can hear her friend’s phone ringing. She knows she could have just walked over, interrupted them, but she needs Chloe to make this decision, she needs to know that she still has a chance to make this right.

“Just ignore it.” Chicago says, still leaning in.

Chloe smiles, but then shakes her head. “It could be important.”

Beca can see the frown on her face as she reads her name. “Well, is it?” He asks.

She looks up to him, and then back at her phone a couple of times, clearly unsure what to do. Beca knows she’s fighting a battle within. If she’s smart she doesn’t answer, because Chloe still thinks Beca’s not interested, and if she truly wanted to move past it, to make a better future for herself, she wouldn’t answer.

So Beca hopes she proves her wrong. Beca hopes she stays true to who she is.

“I’m sorry,” Chloe says, “I have to answer this.”

She moves away from him a little, and Beca has to step further away to avoid being seen.

“Beca.” She sounds annoyed. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry about what?”

“I’m sorry about what I said yesterday. I didn’t mean it; I didn’t want to say that. But I had no idea. I didn’t know yet but now I do and I just have to tell you.”

There’s a small pause, and Beca can see that Chloe has brought her hand up to her mouth. She looks confused, and upset.

“I don’t understand, Bec.” She can hear her voice breaking, and clearly, so can Chicago, because he’s reaching out for her now, but she shakes her head and pulls away from him.

“I didn’t have my phone, Chlo. I didn’t have my phone until just now. It was on the boat, the police found it.”

Her eyes widen, and Beca can see that she understands what’s happening.

“You mean you hadn’t-“

“I didn’t read the message until just now.”

Chloe’s full on crying now, and she moves to sit on a bench. Chicago moves with her, but she refuses his comfort once again.

“Listen, Chloe, I’m sorry. I’m sorry if this is too much and you want to think, or be with him, or whatever. But I love you. I love you too and I just wanted to let you know that it’s not too late. We’re not dead. You have a chance to tell me. And you don’t have to do it right now, because I know you’re with him and-“

“Wait,” Chloe interrupts, “how do you know?”

“Oh.” Beca answers, “I’m kinda stalking you right now. Sorry. Not on purpose, I promise.”

Chloe chuckles. “Where?”

“Behind the pillar. But don’t look too fast.”

Chloe waits a moment, and then looks over. She sees her. It’s hard because it’s a little far away, and Beca’s standing in the darkness, but there she is. She smiles.

“Think about it, will you? I’m going back to my hotel room.”

“Okay.”

“I love you, Chloe.”

She hangs up then.

“I uh- I have to go.” Chloe says after a few minutes of silence. She’s sure Beca is too far gone to see them now, which gives her the freedom to say what she wants to say.

“Yeah. I was afraid.”

She smiles softly. “It’s just.. she needs me.”

“She loves you, you know.”

She whips her head around, her eyes widening as she looks at him. “How do you- why do you think that?”

He smiles at her. “Everything, really. The way she’s always looking where you are, the way she places a hand on your lower back, or how she stares at you when you’re not looking, the way she closed her eyes and smiled when she hugged you yesterday.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. I just didn’t know you loved her back.”

She doesn’t know what to say, so she opts for a simple. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He answers finally. “Don’t worry about me. I mean, this was fun, but it’s not that.”

She looks up at him and smiles. “Thank you.”

“No problem, now go get your girl.”

Beca’s been sitting in her hotel room by herself for about fifteen minutes now. Chloe still hasn’t shown up.

Just as she’s about to give up there’s a knock at her door.

“The door’s open.” She says, because getting up with her ankle is really too much of a struggle.

The door’s pushed open, and then Chloe is walking in, smiling brighter than Beca has seen her smile in months.

“Beca.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’ve said that.”

“I love you.”

“You’ve said that too.”

“Are you complaining?”

“No. I love you too.”

Beca smiles. “Come over here, please.”

Chloe does. She rushes over towards the bed and stands in front of Beca, who manages to push herself into an upright position, holding onto Chloe’s arms to steady herself.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little, but it’s worth it. I want you to kiss me, and then I want you to do much more than kissing, until it’s the morning, and then I want to get on a plane back to Brooklyn with you and continue waking up to you every morning while I press a kiss to your mouth and tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

Chloe chuckles. “Where’s my Beca and what have you done with her?”

The brunette laughs too. “She fell in love with you.”

Chloe doesn’t know how to respond to that, so instead she just leans in and presses her lips against Beca’s. Beca whimpers and deepens the kiss almost immediately, her tongue tracing the redhead’s lower lip until she lets her in and their tongues meet for the first time.

It’s amazing. It’s so much better than she thought it would be, which she never thought was possible in the first place.

Beca’s ankle is starting to hurt though, so she pulls back from the kiss. “Hey so uh, I don’t want to be too forward, but my ankle is kinda really killing me here. Do you think that we could continue this on the bed?”

Chloe smiles. “I’d love that.”

They kiss again, softly this time.

“I’m so glad you didn’t die.”

Beca laughs. “Well, keep kissing me like that, and I still might.”

And honestly? Dying like this wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

#bechloe #bechloe fanfic #pitch perfect #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pp3 #spoilers #bechloe fanfiction #bechloe fanfics #bechloe fics

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servantprincess · 6 years ago

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cells at work ep 1 react late night edition

hey its like 2 am thats a good time to react to an anime right? right ok lets go

um spoilers ahead

also this anime has blood in it so if you’re not keen on that be wary

also this is hecka long so youve been warned

k lets go

i like ths song its cute

also heard that this was made by the same people that made the jojo anime and i can believe it

adorable and deadly the perfect combo

thats a lot of cells wow

eyy its the girl

you need a name uhhhm

you have an a on your hat

Imma call you amelia. amy for short

just fricking exploded thats what (cough cough very jojo)

its an aaalien invaaaasion

shoot theres a lot of you i dont know if i can name you all

eyyy it the protag boyo

yo this the only pic w blood in it in this whole react thingymajig no its not theres a few more

some people don’t like that so imma put warnings.

also you have a u in your name

your name is now ulysees which sounds cool as heck

this just in he’s a lovable dork

this just in so is she

shoot right your buddies died

i didnt get to name them yet

you’re alive tho you get a name

uuum pearson

cuz it sounds like pierce and you have knife nails

hey guess what amy is me on my first day of college

also that lady in the white dress imma call mary

eyy it pearson

oh shoot it pearson

much yike

heeey ulysees u baack

heehee dorks

oh right you learn stuff in this anime

cool

pfffffft hehehe

lots of learning and now terrified of pneumonia yaaaay

its a lolipop sensor thingy lol

yea!

ulysees you is a bean

you

you need a name

your name is derrick now

hi derrick

0.0

oh my goodness

aaaaah

ok that settles it

your name is penny

and you and your friends are my favorite

and i must protecc

anyone wants to hurt them they have to go through me and prolly a ton of white blood cells

oh nooooooooooo

someone help him

i agree

also help them pls

hes trying to copy her aa

ah man lolipop broke

heyyy

you need a name

uuuuuh harrison

yee

this just in harrison is also a lovable dork

you

name

now

uuuuuu kenneth

yee

i dunno if i can name your whole group

but u is kenneth

well shoot

she made it to the lungs yaaay

heeey you ulysees fren?

you get a name

there are not many u boy names

huh

lets go with o names your name is otis

heeey something i remember from biology class yay

hey amy’s fren

uuuu you’re ava

amy no

amy dont say things like that

this is why

this is why you dont say things like that

its called forshadowing girl

use it wisely

well to be fair not too many other people noticed

including myself up until amy started using forshadowing unwisely

so either your more stealthy than you give yourself credit for (prolly true) or we all severely failed our spot checks

ok but you go amy? like you scared out of your mind and you still opted to keep everybody else safe instead of getting the heck out of dodge

good job

du du du duuuuu its the calvary

hahaaa bested by someone who did their homework

wait is this anime subconciously telling us to do our homework?

its working

oh shoot pearson’s on the loose

also lookit that girls face on the left

she friking traumatized dude

lemme give u a name for ur trouble

abby

yee

ulysees my man what the heck

shhh

you dont say things like that out loud

dude

welp

bubble trap? cool

ok this react is going on forever but like this ending is p good

snot trap is a p good idea

pearson you should have thought ahead you were in the lung fro crying out loud

awwww ulysees cares about amy

love how they’re just having a chill convo an totally ignoring pearson

(also pearson potty mouth)

sneeze rocket

nice

ship? question mark?

like it could go either way

like it could be just a frenship and id be cool with it (cuz in this house we stan guy girl platonic relationships)

but also if they do end up together

yay

yeah and then shenanigans and then itll be turn into an episode

ive seen enough tv to know whats up

awww

ok things we learned

amy is me in cooleg

the actual person that’s the setting for all these things is probably a lovable dork considering how many of the cells are also lovable dorks

pneumonia is scary

protecc platlets

sneezes are actually rockets

names are fun

yee

also learned stuff about the human body yay

k its 3 am now imma sleep

#cells at work #hataraku saibou #tw blood #tw death #cells at work react #late night shenanigans #anime #i react #swearing

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cutegirlmayra · 7 years ago

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Can you do a story where Tails doll haunts Sonic, Amy, Tails, Cream, and Cheese. (Including Sonamy and Taiream moments)

(x) This is my work, I’m not an artist, but I do try xP

YOUTUBE: (x) Realtime writing. *I have a cold lol (x)

Prompt:

After the doctor had revived the Tails doll, he decided to convert it for covert operations into the lives of the Sonic gang. While meant to collect intelligence on the Sonic team, it started using it’s AI to go rogue…

Tails started seeing strange silhouettes around his home, while he worked, and so on. First in the mirrors and then while tinkering in his workshop.

Because Tails Doll could connect with electric appliances, Tails noticed the activation of his tools or even the swinging door of his fridge. Realizing that his electronics were going berserk, Tails raced out to find Sonic, but only bumped into Cream and Amy.

“What do you mean your place is haunted?” Amy skeptically turned towards his frantic fame, hands on her hips and leaning slightly forward, a light glare in her eyes and a pout on her mouth.

“I’m being honest, Amy!” Tails withdrew his trembling arms closer to himself, looking around aimlessly before looking back at her, “Something is turning my appliances on! My power tools randomly start going haywire! The fridge slams open and shut, the books fall from the bookcase without me even so much as looking at them!”

“Uh-huh.” Amy straightened up, folding her arms and raising a brow to Tails. “And now you’re telling me you’ve got ghosts running around your place?”

“Amy. Please.” Tails held up his hand, “Clearly, I don’t doubt the supernatural, but this is an electrical and physical disturbance. I won’t rule out invisibility, but either Sonic is pranking me or I’ve got someone breaking into my house and turning my stuff on without me noticing!”

Without so much as a blink, Amy held up her own hand in front of his, “I’ve had my fill of ghosts for one day. But I’m sure you’ll figure it out somehow.” She took Cream’s hand, who was worriedly looking to Tails as if caring deeply about his comfortability in his own home.

“B-but, Miss Amy!” Cream struggled a bit as she was dragged on with stumbling feet behind her.

“Oh no, ghosts are not for small chil-”

A sudden gust of wind caught Amy off guard, as our faithful blue hero graced the scene and casually strode up to Tails, greeting him with a wave.

“Hey, Tails! Long time no see!”

Amy stopped walking, turning back to notice their conversation.

“Sonic! You gotta believe me! Something is haunting my house!”

“What?”

“Oh my! It’s terrible!” Amy suddenly dashed back around, hugging Sonic from behind, and acting as though she was deafly worried about Tails’s safety. “His appliances turn on and off, and his power tools are going haywire!”

“Hey!”

“But I’m sure if we all go together and check it out, it won’t be so scary…” she gripped his arm and tried to cuddle up close, making him lean back and away from her head which tried to desperately lower itself onto his shoulder.

Tails gave her a stink eye, before rolling his own pair at her antics.

Cream carefully walked up behind Amy, her head ducked low in humility.

“You can come too, Cream. Tails needs someone to watch his back.” Amy winked, as Cream looked confused.

She arched her eyebrows back, “B-but, Miss Amy… Didn’t you just say that ghosts aren’t for children?”

“When you’re with your man, they aren’t so scary~” Amy closed her eyes and leaned ever further into Sonic’s side, making him flail a little in awkward nerves as he tried to lean back but not topple over.

“Whatever you say, Amy..” Tails wasn’t at all impressed at Amy’s ‘change of heart’ but was glad for it, nonetheless.

He offered his hand to Cream, bending down slightly so he could be at eye-level with her.

She smiled, looking around for Cheese, but seeing him playing in the field with other Chao,… she figured it was best to leave him there.

“He won’t be scared out there with his friends…” she put a dainty finger up to her mouth, before nodding sheepishly to Tails. “I suppose… Ghosts might be scared too. I’m sure if we talk to Mr. Ghost, he’ll leave Mr. Tails’s home alone and find a new home to stay in! Wouldn’t that be nice? Miss Amy?”

“It would be, Cream.” Tails responded, before turning back to frown at Amy who was too absorbed in Sonic being here to really answer Cream back.

“Oh, yeah, sure. Of course, it would~” she took a minute to respond as Sonic kept trying to free his arm as tactfully as he could from her grasp, failing miserably.

“Let’s go then!” Tails happily held out his arm and placed Cream’s hand there, being a gentleman as she giggled and put her free hand in front of her mouth. She was glad he was being so nice since she was a little nervous about things she didn’t understand but wanted to stick with the team.

“I appreciate you’re enthusiasm to help Tails out Amy, b-but…” Sonic nervously smiled, sweatdropping as they made their way into Tails’s home, the lights off, and him trying to free his trapped arm. “But I could use this time to search the home… with you know… all of me included?”

“Oh! Of course!” Amy released his arm, happily acting as though she hadn’t noticed him trying to take it away, as he almost stumbled backwards by how quickly she let go.

He knocked into a lamp, as a figure in the shadows of the roof’s rafter’s looked down at the four figures below, before flying once again out of the light that switched on from the lamp.

It shattered to the floor, flickering off as Sonic got up and looked apologetic. “S-sorry about that, Tails…” Amy helped Sonic up, but he was quick this time to keep his arm away from her, giving her a look as she weakly chuckled and moved her hands up by her face, as if ‘guilty as charged’ for grabbing his arm again.

Then.. all the lights started flickering irregularly.

The girls shrieked and clung to Sonic and Tails, while a shadowed figure flew up ahead, a piece of white cloth over its head.

A single red light blinked above it, as Tails’s eyes turned small and shrunk in spot, trembling as Sonic looked around the figure.

It knocked into more lamps up around the ceiling, busting them one by one as they flickered, causing Cream to scream and duck down while Tails instinctively lowered to her aid and held her close; his tails encircling her from above, protectively.

He glared at the figure but spoke to Sonic. “What is that thing?!”

Sonic remained calm and cool, but his face showed serious thought as he then smirked and jumped up. The smirk only lasted a moment before a bomb was thrown out by the figure, who stopped with it’s body swaying to a complete halt in the air.

Its head dangled a bit.

Two loose and flowy strands of shadows below it gently dragged the silhouette downward.

Sonic lost a few rings but swiped one up and ran towards the shadowy figure, “AHHH!” He spun into a spin-dash and launched himself at the creature, who dodged as Sonic crashed into the bookshelf, books fluttering all around him in cascades of crashes and tumbles before be spun them off in his ball form.

“Sonic!” Amy cried out, but he had already launched himself back at the creature.

“Amy!” He quickly broke from his ball-form and started to spin awkwardly in the air, before grabbing the top of a desk and pushing off of it to dodge hurting Amy, who was rushing to try and jump into his arms.

As he flailed unsteadily in the air, not able to control his speed now, his hand swiped the white cloth off the creature’s body.

As the creature creepily turned around, his whole body hanging down with just the red blinking light to hold himself up, the team gasped at its form.

“What is that thing?” Cream gripped to Tails’s chest, before pointing up at the strange creation. “It looks like a doll made to look like Mr. Tails!” she hollered out, but still very scared.

“A doll that looks like me?” Tails suddenly remembered, “It’s-!”

Tails Doll opened its arms out and tilted it’s head and neck back.

Bombs flew out everywhere as it spun, its tails letting them move whichever way they naturally flung them.

“My house!” Tails cried out, before jumping to seek shelter behind a couch, holding Cream’s head down and safely tucked in his arms.

When they crashed down, he continued to curl himself around her to protect her from any damage that may befall them.

He squinted his eyes shut, tightening around her even more now that the bombs started going off from bouncing around the floor.

“S-Sonic..” Amy was amazed that Sonic had pushed her up against a corner’s wall, using his own back to take the blunt of the explosions while Amy could only watch his face pierce with pain at the impact.

Her eyes watered and sparkled with how much she loved him then, seeing him unselfishly raise his arms to the wall on either side of her, and push back against the blow, leaving Amy practically untouched.

Soot fell everywhere, even slipping into Amy’s dress and coloring her white a dirty grey. She ducked then when the red light on top of Tails Doll’s head glowed so bright that it encompassed the whole room.

Its black eyes seemed to focus and refocus, like a robot, before Sonic twitched at the pain from his back and lowered himself down, Amy clutching at his head. “Sonic!” He was straining against the backlash, his quills burnt behind him.

Tails, with a spark of bravery, turned around from an awestruck Cream and saw a laser-gun he had invented and lost- apparently having fallen under the couch- and reached his tail under to swipe it out.

Once in his hands, he tried to power it up, but it needed time to recharge.

Cream’s eyes were fixated on his own, watching him bash the gun with the palm of his hand to try and encourage it to charge faster.

“Come on, Come on!” he chanted, desperately, while the Doll turned around to Sonic and Amy.

Cream suddenly wanted to do something, anything to help him and return her newfound debt.

‘Mr. Tails saved me… I should… I need to-!’

She reached up and took the laser-gun, shocking Tails.

“C-Cream!” he moved his hands away from her, as she aimed the gun, but her hands quaked too much to fire it. Its lights on the side showed the green moving to yellow, and soon almost at red… fully charged…

“Cream…” He nodded, seeing how much it meant to her to help save Sonic and Amy, as Amy watched in horror while the Doll floated closer and closer to her, dipping down in a strange bow.

He leaned up to show a ticking time bomb inside his own belly, the lights flickering through his hand-stitched fabric.

“Together!” Tails cried out, seeing his helpless friends, he clasps Cream’s hands and pulled the trigger, once steadying it to aim perfectly at Tails Doll’s stomach.

The beam shot through in a burst of red and disabled Tails Doll’s finishing move.

After being discovered, it was programmed to attack, but now, it was burnt through its core circuits. It fell down as a normal doll, it’s top antenna circling around as if dizzy.

Sonic smiled but twitched as he got up, “G-good work… T-Tails.. C-Cream..”

“Sonic!” He collapsed back on Amy’s lap.

After some first aid, and Cream and Amy’s excellent nursing skills, Sonic was able to get up, at last checking himself over at all the bandages put over his chest and back.

“Well… I certainly got dressed up for the holidays.” He kid, thumbs up’ing to them as Amy cried and embraced him again, making him hold in a stifled cry at how painful her tight hug was on his burnt back. His eyes glossed with withheld tears, and swiggling lips that showed his true agony.

However, the love was not painful.

Cream happily bowed to Tails, “Thank you for keeping me safe, Mr. Tails!” she beamed.

He watched her place her two hands in front of her, overlapping the other, then turned to look back up to her kind face. “I’m sure that was difficult for you, Cream.” His eyes looked tenderly to her, before scratching the back of his head. “I was… actually really impressed by how brave you turned out to be… I still was pretty spooked at your age before I could help Sonic…” Admitting his self-confidence issues was a hard thing to state beforehand, but seeing Cream work passed her fears gave him the strength to talk about it.

“I think you’re going to be a great hero someday… Cream.” he smiled warmly back to her. “I believe you can!” he chuckled lightly as his tails swished all around him, blushing like a fool.

Cream was touched to hear him say that, and covered her mouth before bowing again, “Oh no! Mr. Tails… I could have never done it without you there beside me!”

The two shared a moment, as Sonic and Amy… shared a completely different moment…

“Ow! M-my back!” “Oh sorry! Does this hurt?” “OW!” “Oh, my poor hero!” “Amy! Enough with the kisses already! Sheesh!” “But they’ll help with the pain!” “Ahh! No! They won’t! In fact, it’s making it very uncomfortable to- OW! A-A-Am-Amy!!!”

(I FORGOT IT SAID ‘AND CHEESE’ FORGIVE ME)

#taiream #tailsxcream #sonicxamy #sonamy #tails doll #sega #cutegirlmayra #sonic prompt #sonamy prompt #taiream prompt #me videos #me youtube

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americanowrites · 7 years ago

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Green Eyes // Part 1

Harry Styles was a man intrigued. He'd always liked Georgina, he found her scowls fascinating and her secret, rare smiles endearing. He wanted to see her smile more but she never gave him one, those were reserved for other people.

He was used to only seeing her on big occasions, Christmas, birthdays or weddings were their usual meeting ground but he'd seen her every day for the past four weeks and he was becoming addicted to the feeling. He loved seeing her stood on set, holding her clipboard, bundled up in her puffa jacket, sipping tea and stealing his Haribo. She cut him down whenever he tried to talk to her, silencing him with an eye roll or chilling glare. She hated his flirting, his jokes and his hair. She hated him, everyone knew it but there was a spark in her eye which encouraged him and maybe he was imagining things but he really wanted to crack her shell.

The first frisson appeared when she invited him to her birthday party, she stood with a wide eyed panicked look on her face. Both of them were shocked, both expecting the world to suddenly end. But when the world kept on turning and Harry could feel his heart slamming into his chest, he felt a bout of bravery and he was sure he could see a glimpse of hope in Georgina’s blue eyes. When Harry accepted the invite and Georgina smiled, his whole body had seemed to sing. His heart had stopped for a beat before doubling in pace to catch up. She'd given him a smile and he held it in his memory.

Their flight was the worst experience of Harry’s life. He could feel every movement of the plane, each turn of the wheels sending him spiralling. Everyone told him he should be used to flying, that he’d been on enough flights to know what to expect and how safe they were. But he hated the feeling of being so out of control and so far from the ground, suspended in the air. He thought she'd laugh or tease him and he'd tried so hard to fix his face so she couldn't see his terror. But she saw through his fake smiles and she let him hold her hand for the whole journey, whispering encouragement and smiling at him whenever he needed it. He didn’t think she’d ever know how much he appreciated her kindness, or how much she helped settle the churning waves in his stomach. She felt like a life raft during the journey, a beacon for Harry to cling to.

He felt another frisson splinter on their ride home, Georgina berating him the entire time about his driving and road rage. Harry had driven in lots of cars with lots of people but he couldn't remember one ever making him so happy. He grinned the entire way to Hackney, the happiness following him home and giving him the courage to finally text her. Her number had been in his phone for a year, sometimes he typed out messages and lost all confidence and deleted them. Sometimes his thumb hovered over the call button but he dreaded her hanging up on him.

He'd been late to her birthday party, arriving nearly three hours after everyone else. He'd been stuck in a meeting with Jeff, signing documents and other shit Harry didn't have the patience for. Jeff had laughed in his face when he told him why he was rushing off. He'd walked up the road towards the scruffy pub, the noise of the karaoke filtering into the dark street. Harry had been bursting with excitement, mixed with terror that she'd regret inviting him. When he walked in, she was on stage, illuminated by the bright lights and her terrible voice echoing around the packed pub. She was beaming, even keeping it on her lips when she caught Harry’s eye. He’d been spellbound until Ben called his name, his familiar eyes calming Harry a little.

Harry couldn’t look away from her all night, catching her eye whenever he could, even daring to wink at her, the alcohol fuelling his confidence. There was a happiness to her he’d never seen before and he found it captivating, seeing her smile was like looking up at the stars.

Harry lost sight of Georgina around midnight, he started to panic until he'd been pulled into a sloppy drunk hug by Amy, who he recognised from Georgina’s Instagram and he was being handed two tequila shots

"I'm the best friend so you need to impress me, but I'm already impressed by these biceps." She'd told him, squeezing his arms. He'd been dragged around, introduced to everyone and caught up with Ben, but never got to speak to Georgina. She always seemed to be on the opposite end of the pub to him, rotating each other like opposing magnets. He could hear her laughing all night, a sound he rarely heard and it made him giddier than all the Jack Daniels he’d consumed.

Then he was dragged to the karaoke stage by Amy, the tacky gold tinsel hanging down the wall adding a bit of glitz, "Time to show her you're not a robot." Amy had mumbled, Harry stunned by her words, trying to work out what she meant.

They'd sung one song before Georgina stumbled out of the toilets, her dark hair messy and her red lipstick faded. She looked beautiful and Harry's heart kicked against his chest when her eyes met his. She smiled, all the air in Harry's chest leaving him.

He'd called her to the stage, hearing her friends shout in encouragement. He almost fainted when she agreed, her drunk legs wobbling the entire time to took her to climb the stage and place herself next to Harry. Everyone was looking at them as the song started up, Georgina's eyes rolling when she heard his choice. She called him weird and laughed so loudly his bones shook. Happiness dripped from her and Harry was just as happy. Her friends were cheering, filming and taking photos and Harry was glad, he never wanted to forget this moment.

He touched her that night, his hand on her hip and then her back and she smiled at him so much he almost fainted. She was enchanting, and she kept staring at his lips. She was driving him mental, pulling him close and then pushing him away. They flirted, standing too close for it to be anything innocent. His palm had been flat against the small of her back, pressing them closely together. “Mmm none of my skills seem to be working though.” he’d told her, at a loss of what else he could do.

“No?” she’d blinked, her eyes showing her tiredness. He wanted to hug her.

“Nope.” Even he’d heard the sadness in his voice. They'd chatted at the bar, even flirted in Harry's mind but there was still a wall. She was still hiding from him and he was running out of ways to try and impress her. Couldn't she tell how he felt? Wasn't he being obvious enough?

“Maybe try a little harder.” She shrugged, like she hadn’t just added fuel to his fire. He felt the hope lift through his body, filling him with promise.

The morning after the party, Harry woke up alone and cold in his big house and thought about Georgina waking up in her little flat with a bad head and full of regret. His heart ached to be next to her, to see what she looked like when she woke up, how puffy her eyes were or how messy her hair was. He wanted to hear her morning voice, to see her before she had a coffee. Instead he was miles away, and didn't have a chance of ever seeing Georgina so vulnerable

Things changed. She didn't seem to hate him so much. She smiled at him. She laughed at his jokes. She agreed to help him with his lines. And now she was on his knee, her hand on his chest and he was shaking ever so slightly. And then she fell asleep and Harry nearly had a heart attack, he knew she was tired but deep down he knew it must mean she trusted him.

“You’re such a prick man, how is she even sat on you? I thought she hated you?” Daniel bellowed, causing Georgina to jump and snuggle a little closer into Harry’s neck. Harry smirked; pleased Georgina was on his side even while asleep.

“So jammy.” Fionn laughed, jabbing Harry in the back of the neck.

He glanced down, checking she was still asleep. She looked so cute, her lips pursed. “Fucking shut up, you’ll wake her up.”

“Yeah and then she’d rip your balls off for touching her.”

He knew it was true. “Piss off.”

“Enjoy it while you can Styles.”

He’d walked her to her hotel, wanting to reach for her hand every step of the way, his fingers itched. She was so close but still so far away. And he was terrified. She was scary and he was a wimp. But he smiled, knowing now what her sleep filled voice sounded like. He was addicted to her.

He fucked up. He hurt her. Made her cry, watching in panic as a fat tear rolled down her pink cheek. Nothing he’d ever done had ever felt so bad, nothing had broken his heart more. Guilt spread through his body like a disease, eating away at his insides. He felt sick each time he thought of her face, the heartbreak evident in her eyes, a long forged pain that Harry wanted to make disappear forever.

But Harry wasn’t good with words or boundaries, he’d been told that before. But he couldn’t help himself with Georgina, he’d tried so hard for so long and now she was giving him a chance and he ran with it.

He pushed and pushed her until she broke, screaming at him on the sunlit beach, the perfect spot for a romantic walk turned into the location for their heart-breaking finale. When she walked away, he felt the waves pull every ounce of happiness out of his crushed body.

He tried and tried to talk to her, hanging around on set just waiting to see her. She avoided him, ducking out of the sets or studio before he could even take a step towards her. She came to the pub, her eyes cast down until she left half an hour later. She didn’t look at him once. He felt like the biggest failure in the world. He’d tried for so long to find her smile and when he finally had, he threw it away over a stupid question and his inability to hold back. But he was cursed, enchanted by the girl with the scowl and he wanted to know everything about her, every story she had to tell and every dream she had to make.

But the longer she ignored him, the sadder she grew and the worst he felt, he realised maybe he wasn’t supposed to know everything about her. He didn’t have any right to her story, that was her gift to give him and maybe she had to tell him in her own time. And Harry knew that he’d wait a lifetime to hear it.

#here is a drabble #from harry's pov #i hope you like it #fe #1dff

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jouska-the-deer · 7 years ago

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Chapter 17: Unpleasant Memories, Part 2

“You sure you’re okay to be out of the hospital? If you just want me to bring you home I can.”

“Sonic, it’s fine. The doctor said I had no severe injuries. No fractures, no concussion. All I really got from the whole thing was a headache.”

Amy looked around at the city streets of Station Square as Sonic carried her to the park. His pace was a light jog, keeping the trip as smooth as possible to not disturb Amy’s injury.

“If your headache is bad I can get you something for it,” Sonic said, slowing down and waiting for a reply.

“Again, I’m fine,” she insisted. “I got a little pain medication took a pill before we left. You don’t have to worry about it.”

Sonic slowly increased his speed back to a jog and continued toward the park. Amy could still see the worried look on his face, and wouldn’t stand for it.

“You know,” she began with a grin, “I’ve heard that hedgehogs are really good at not getting hurt after falls. Apparently, there have been two that that fell from space and are still alive today.”

Sonic rolled his eyes and lightly chuckled, and Amy smiled in success.

When he looked forward again, he saw the sign for the park Amy had given him directions to. He approached it, reading as he slowed down.

“Station Square Park,” he said, stopping and giving Amy an amused look. “I’ve got to hand it to them, that’s a very creative name,” he remarked sarcastically.

“Yeah,” Amy said in agreement. “Um, do you think you can bring me to a bench, I kinda just want to sit down for a bit.”

“Alright,” Sonic replied, speeding up to a light jog once again.

It wasn’t long before he found an old metal bench by the path. He brought Amy to it and carefully set her down, then she slowly sat on the bench. Thinking that it would be awkward to stand around as Amy sat, Sonic took a spot on the bench beside her.

“This place looks pretty nice,” Amy said, looking around at the pleasant scenery. “You know, despite the ‘creative’ name.”

“Yeah,” Sonic said with a small chuckle.

He looked around, taking in everything around him. Despite the park being in the middle of a large city, anyone there could hardly tell with how dense the number of trees was around the park edges. The grass was nicely cut, and flowers were planted near some of the path intersections. Every so often, a gentle breeze would blow the scent of healthy flowers across the park, giving the place a pleasant spring atmosphere. The final touch to add to the park's beauty was a center fountain. While it appeared to be very old, it seemed well maintained. Sonic watched the falling water for a moment, letting the events of that morning come to memory.

“Did I thank you for saving me earlier?” he asked, turning to Amy.

“Um, I don’t think so. But, it was mostly you doing all the saving anyway.”

“Well, thanks for saving me. It really means a lot.”

“You’re welcome?” she replied in an unsure manner. “I mean, I couldn’t just let you drown, and you did most of the heroic stuff. I should be thanking you right now.”

“Are you kidding? You were very heroic,” Sonic said. “You risked your life to save me, that’s about as heroic as it gets.”

Amy blushed a little at the compliment.

“Well, I still think you deserve most the praise,” she replied. “Even though I fell into the river, you still came to rescue me. You faced your greatest fear and dived into the water after me, even though you could have drowned.”

Sonic was about to say something, but Amy quickly corrected herself.

“Sorry. I forgot drowning apparently isn’t your greatest fear,” she said, watching Sonic relax back on the bench. “But, I don’t remember if you told me what it was.”

“I didn’t tell you. I’ve only told Tails and Knuckles.”

“Um, can you tell me?” Amy asked. “I understand if you don’t want to.”

“It’s fine,” Sonic assured. “Just, don’t tell anyone else, alright?”

Amy made a motion similar to zipping her lips shut, making Sonic lightly smile.

After taking a short breath and awkwardly scratching between his head quills, he told her.

“Well, uh, I’m uh, most afraid of having to live through a friend's death,” he admitted.

“Oh,” Amy quietly spoke, collecting her thoughts. “It must have been really scary this morning then, if my heart really stopped.”

“Yeah.”

“And, when Tails nearly died…” Her mind trailed off. She knew Sonic and Tails were close. Pretty much family. Even six years ago, they were still basically brothers. Amy figured that if her near death was scary for Sonic, Tails’ must have been petrifying.

“You must have been even more scared,” she said, watching as Sonic lowered his head.

“I was,” he quietly replied.

"Do you think you could talk about it?” Amy slowly asked. “You still haven't told me everything that happened during the final fight with Eggman.”

Sonic thought about it for a long moment, and after concluding that he really should finish talking about it, he let out a sigh.

"I'll try."

After taking a second to think, he looked up at Amy.

"I uh, don't remember where I left off."

It had been a month since they last talked about it, so Amy understood why Sonic would have a little difficulty remembering. She happened to remember what he said pretty clearly, though, so she helped him recall what it was.

"You talked about how you made Shadow bring Tails to the hospital, then got the chaos emerald from him. Then you said you transformed and were planning something, but you didn't say what it was."

A short whine of discomfort escaped Sonic's throat, so Amy took her hand and gently rested it on Sonic's arm for comfort.

"It's okay, Sonic. I know you can do this."

He looked to her hand for a moment, then rested his own on top of hers, giving it a small squeeze. He then took her hand, and gently pushed it towards her, with Amy resting it on her lap and Sonic returning his hand to his knee.

"Alright," he said, soon taking a deep breath.

"After, after I transformed, I went down the halls to find, Eggman."

Sonic showed great discomfort in saying his name, but Amy didn't understand why. She didn't say anything, not wanting to interrupt Sonic and possibly make him too uncomfortable to continue.

"I, I went pretty fast, probably faster than the speed of sound." He paused for a moment, recalling something. "A few weeks ago, when you said you could've sworn you heard the sound of me breaking the sound barrier before, well, I think this is when you would've heard it."

Amy took a moment to think back to six years ago.

"Oh yeah. I think I heard it while running out of the base with Omega and Rouge. It was pretty loud."

"Yeah. I probably destroyed a few things while I was going that fast too..."

A moment went by with Sonic not saying anything. He only stood still in thought, which worried Amy a little.

"Sonic?"

He glanced up at her.

"Oh uh, sorry. I'll uh, I'll keep going."

Another deep breath later, he continued.

"I found him pretty quickly. Well, he wasn't really that hard to find. He was probably waiting for me."

Sonic looked down started fidgeting with his gloves, similar to the last time he tried talking about what happened.

"He had a big mech he was controlling waiting in a big room. There were a ton of robots around too."

After taking a deep breath, Sonic released it, uncomfortably shifting in his seat.

"I destroyed pretty much everything really quick. All the small bots were gone before they even had a chance to fire. Eggman, was harder to defeat, though."

Sonic continuously tapped his foot on the ground, unable to stay still.

"He had some sort of force field around the mech he was controlling that hurt to touch, and he kept firing a ton of stuff at me. It was even harder to defeat him than usual."

A short whine escaped Sonic's throat, but he continued.

"I still got him, though. I just used the robots I destroyed before to throw at him. The force field thing broke, and after that, I attacked the mech with full force."

Sonic's breaths became quick and heavy, with no more words being spoken. He turned away from Amy, covering his face with his hands.

"I can't do this anymore."

"What? But you were doing great."

"I'm sorry. I just, can't."

"Sonic..."

Amy slid across the bench closer to him, once again offering comfort.

"I know you can keep going."

Sonic let out a shaky breath.

"You'll hate me if I say anything else."

"Of course I won't," she assured. "Why would you think that?"

"I can't tell you. I can't say anything else."

"Sonic." Amy guided his head to face her. "I don't care what happened. I just want you to talk about it so you can feel better. I know it's tough, but, I know you can do it. And, nothing you say will ever stop me from being your friend."

He faintly smiled, said, "alright," then let out a long breath.

"Just as the mech started breaking down, I flew toward the Egg Mobile and sent it flying up to the ceiling. It smacked it pretty hard, then hit the ground while the mech exploded."

Sonic trembled as he continued speaking, but was calmed somewhat by Amy's presence.

"The glass on the Egg Mobile broke, and he fell out and landed a bit away. I walked up to him. I was really angry."

Amy became more uncomfortable with what he was saying.

"He looked really scared. He tried throwing a few punches at me, but I dodged them all. Then, I grabbed him, and, I threw him against the wall."

Without knowing what else to do, Amy continued to listen without saying anything.

"He, he told me to think about what I was doing, but I already did. I thought about it before, and I already knew what I was gonna do."

Sonic covered his eyes with his hand.

"He told me to stop, but I didn't. I, I wish I did."

He sniffed and continued to hide his face.

"I, I-I, I charged at him at full speed. Then, then I..."

Sonic brought his knees to his chest and covered his head with his hands, letting out a whimper.

"There was so much blood..."

His voice cracked, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"I killed him..."

No longer able to hide everything he had been feeling for so long, Sonic began crying to himself on the bench.

Amy stood there horrified. It was hard to believe that he had done something so gruesome, but there he was, crying about it. Even though what he did was terrible, Amy was now more concerned with how sad Sonic looked. She had never seen him cry before, or even ever heard about him crying.

After a moment of thought, Amy reached a hand out to Sonic and pulled him a little closer. He fell into her arms and wept on her shoulder, hugging her tightly as she hugged him back. Still trying to think of something to say, Amy let Sonic cry while continuing to offer him comfort.

"I'm a horrible person," Sonic whimpered, catching Amy off guard.

"What? No, you're not."

"Yeah, I am. I should be in prison right now."

"You don't deserve that."

"Yes I do; I killed someone."

"Sonic..." Amy continued to hold him, trying to calm him down. "Eggman destroyed a lot of things while he was alive, and his destruction caused the deaths of so many people. I know you feel bad for what you've done, but tons of people would think of you as a hero for stopping him."

Sonic pushed Amy away, looking at her in anger with tear filled eyes.

"I wasn't being a hero, I wasn't trying to put an end to his evil, and I wasn't doing it for the greater good." A few tears fell down his cheeks. "I did it because I hated him, and I wanted him dead. That doesn't make me a hero, that makes me a villain." Sonic turned away and covered his face with his hands.

Amy took Sonic's hands away from his face and gently guided his head back so he faced her. "You're not a villain," she said while wiping away his tears. "You're a guy who did something bad because he was upset. We all do things we'll regret sometimes, that doesn't make us evil."

"I killed a man just because I was angry at him. How does that not make me evil?" Sonic tried to turn his head away, but Amy just guided it back.

"If you were evil, you wouldn't regret what you did." She wiped away his tears again. "And I can easily see that you regret what you've done."

After pushing away Amy's hand, Sonic looked away again.

"Sonic."

With a sigh, he returned his eyes to her.

"I've known you for a long time, and if there's anything I couldn't be more certain of, it's that you're not evil."

She moved her hands to Sonic's arms, hoping she was giving him some sort of comfort. He continued to give her his attention, so she figured it was working.

"You've done so much good and helped so many people. You've made tons of friends and saved a lot of lives. You're a good person, and I've known that for a long time."

Sonic took in a deep breath, and released it slowly, continuing to focus on Amy.

"Your friends all know you're a good person too, and they are there to help when you need it."

Amy gave Sonic a feint, hopeful smile.

"And I want you to know, that no matter what happens, I'll always be there for you."

Sonic breathed a shaky sigh of relief, and smiled as he felt the comfort he had needed for so long. For the first time in years, he felt certain that he was going to feel better, and he knew Amy was going to be there to help him along the way. In an act of pure relief and joy, Sonic rushed forward and met Amy's lips with his own.

Initially, Amy sat in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening. Soon though, she gave into the wonderful feeling of Sonic's kiss, closing her eyes and enveloping him in her embrace. Sonic wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, tilting his head and fully enjoying the warm press of her lips.

The kiss ended when they both slowly leaned away, their eyes still closed and minds in a completely different world. They rested their foreheads together for a moment, and Sonic let out a content sigh, with Amy soon doing the same. For a while, they were completely removed from reality. All they knew was the loving presence of the other. But when reality started to seep back into their minds, Sonic didn't know what to do.

His content smile faded as he realized what he just did. Sonic's eyes shot open and he backed his head away from Amy's, breaths becoming more rapid as he began to panic. He had no idea how he could have kissed Amy, and he didn't know what to do or say. Amy reached out a hand to calm him, but he was already too far gone to be helped. He jolted up from his seat and his eyes darted around. He tried saying something, but no words would come out. Completely in a state of panic, he bolted away from the park.

Amy sat completely puzzled. She didn't know how to feel. While her kiss with Sonic was something straight out of her dreams, it ended with him running away. She looked around the park from her seat on the bench, hoping he was still around, hoping he would come back, hoping he would explain.

"S-Sonic?"

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chicoryandbananas · 8 years ago

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Legion and Syd and the Self Made Villain

Farukh was King the dog first because his first plan was to get David to love him. He’d be loyal to David all his life. He’d been a comfort, a constant, judgment-less companion. He’d be subservient, sure, as a dog. He’d really be a dog. David’s dog. So he’d lack the language, the creativity, the insight to really use their shared powers and shape reality like David would grow to do. But he’d always be welcome in David’s presence, all their shared life long. He would Exist and be cherished by a god. He would love, he would live, and so would David. It would be enough. Loved and content and full. That’s the Story of Frizzy Top. King’s job was to swallow David’s joy. His joy was so strong, back at the beginning. He would laugh and the stars would shiver and fall like fireworks. So Farukh swallowed it down if it bubbled up too big. He protected the people around David from deadly, falling stars. They were beautiful but terrible. David’s first laugh killed Mother. His father couldn’t stop it or fix it. So he was lost to despair. He put David away somewhere he’d never again feel so much joy that the world would burn. Luckily, the new place was empty and David’s joy was rare until they built a sister and a new mother and father and had things once more to be joyful about. The joy was too much sometimes for Farukh and the power slipped out and the sky swirled a moment with color and his voice skipped around the room. But it didn’t happen much. They barely burped up any butterflies, even for Amy. Because dogs have amazing capacities for happiness. So Farukh was a dog first to protect David from joy. Finally Farukh plugged up the joy for good and they were safe, the world was safe. But then, joy having dimmed, David grew angry. So Farukh necame the World's Angriest Boy in the World. He became a little angrier every time David got a little mad. He skimmed anger off the top do it wouldn't go too far. An unfair game, a sister who ran faster, a teacher who mocked him. Farukh got angrier, his lines drawn sharp and dark. Because Farukh knew they couldn’t control their powers yet, not when they were mad. They’d done a few things together, little magics. On purpose. Turned the color of the leaves early a few days. Brought a few ants back to life (if ever they were really dead, it was hard to say with ants. They weren't strong enough yet to sense the life of such tiny things). But angry was different. David’s angry broke things. It burned them. So Farukh became a boy of paper. David even Doodled him in the margins of notebooks sometimes. The Angry Boy who killed his mother with a knife. Or was it a fall of stars? No, no definitely knife. A boy couldn’t make the stars fall on purpose just to kill his mother. Not on purpose and of course it was on purpose because how could a person possibly make the stars fall not on purpose? So must have been a knife. David and Farukh talked the first time then. Sort of. David doodled Farukh carrying out their conversations about stars and knives and mothers. It was the reason he got sent to counseling the first time. Disturbing images. Farukh lost control more often now. A paper boy just doesn’t swallow anger like a dog swallows joy. Anger burns inward when it can't burn out. Because Farukh loved David more, he channeled all his being into mastering the flow of that elemental anger. At absorbing most but spinning off a constant thin stream of it so he didn’t get overwhelmed. It didn’t cause explosions but it did infect their new father with rage. It made sense. Angry boys are supposed to be the product of angry fathers, right? It hurt but made sense so it must be true. And every time Farukh slipped, every time he let their power out just enough that a light bulb burst or a bully broke his leg on the football field, David believed for a second it was real. He believed and was afraid. He believed and remembered once he’d had so much joy he could reshape the earth and now he only had killing fires and the Angriest Boy. He grew very, very angry. The shrink said he was angry with himself. The fires he was setting, the drinking, and shoplifting. It was self hate. They Were Wrong. It should have made David very angry. But he had Farukh to protect him from that. Farukh and the pills. Still, je tried to get so angry need be able to see the truth about himself and believe. And yet, he was deeply afraid of his power, afraid of the harsh light of the stars that knew something he didn't, and of the part of him thinking up new ways to be angry so how could use the power that only came now with rage. He immolated their house the last time his father hit him with a belt. David thought the blaze would kill him. And because he thought it would, it did. And for that first, terrifying time they died. And when they realized they were only dead because they thought it, they grew more afraid. It wasn’t enough for Farukh to swallow the fear, it was much too big, it was sharp like knives. It wasn't just David. Farukh was afraid too. So he became it. And as he became it, David grew afraid of the very sight of him, afraid of acknowledging truth of what they were, afraid of eyes that burned yellow like fallen stars. So Farukh hid from David. And he hid the memories of what they could do. Because when David remembered he grew afraid and when David was afraid Farukh grew. Farukh feared if he grew much more it would be David who couldn’t contain him. Farukh was afraid if he broke David he’d break the whole world. Break out into that other world and then break that too. So Farukh began to let the memories slip out now and then, joy, rage, world creating-ending-creating powers. The thoughts intruded on David’s life. Just when he thought the meds were working and Farukh thought it could be safe to release the terrible pressure of truth. Something would slip, a flash of his house burning the leaves changing colors at their whim, and when they could see the present again, the fear had burst out of them and eviscerated a dove. David became afraid that it was all real and that it all wasn’t. yhat he was insane or he was responsible for it all. Every ant, every breath, every star. And Farukh grew and grew. The only thing that saved them, that saved the world, was Clockworks. They made a place outside of time. There, nothing was scary. There, nothing was anything. The people had no stupid rules of time and space, no up or down. It was easy. Farukh began to hope. Sometimes he let his guard down even. There were people here to help. They'd needed to retreat from reality to keep it safe. The people here got that. They were safe. So Farukh didn't have to be a devil anymore. He could tuck the fear into the memories he'd spent years burying in layers of worlds David had written and forgotten. He became Lenny before David needed her. Just in case it was time. Just in case he'd finally earned what he'd sought for protecting them both for so long. Then Syd came. And maybe Syd was real or maybe David made her because he knew the truth about Farukh already. It didn't matter. Love was the only thing David had left, that never grew so big that Farukh had to swallow the extra. David didn't wait for it to grow. He gave it all to Syd. Farukh screams and tries to win it back. It’s all he ever wanted. It’s why he was King first and not the shadow king. But he’s not good for David. He’s not funny, and defiant, and bright like Syd. He’s not sane, not anymore. When he becomes Lenny, she’s damaged and hot headed and delirious. They’re so pilled up she can barely toss together a recognizable show of affection. She tries the drugs because they bring David a moment of peace. Like Syd. And she’s heard drugs are supposed to have the same kind of chemical feel as falling in love. She drops them in his memory well before Syd. Lenny's love may be blue but it’s older and truer than Syd’s. Syd is nobody. Syd doesn't know that David's true laugh reshapes the universe. Syd's never choked that laugh so the universe can rest long enough to seem real. David loves her anyway. Syd smiles, tells him he's special, and it grows. Farukh knows it's his fault. Knows he swallowed down so much of David's will and self that David is simple as a child with his first dog, simple enough to fall in love over cherry pie and the thrill of a hand he can't touch as and who has suffered enough to seem real without seeming broken. Farukh can’t hold it all in. Lenny does her best. She learns to talk and walk in the world so she can try to save David from finding out if his love will destroy it. But she can’t contain enough of David’s love. Lenny is not good enough, not after plugging up joy, swallowing rage, becoming fear. The power leaks out and rearranges Syd first. Her pathology becomes her power, her purpose becomes saving his life, loving him above all else. He gives her everything Farukh ever wanted. Everything Farukh shredded his soul for. It means war. Love shattered Farukh, he couldn’t hold it at all. And so all the rest started to leak out, all that swallowed, pilled up joy and anger and fear. It started to shape the stripped world back into dimensions and sense as it went. It was no longer shrunk to the safe, manageable size of a hospital. Being a clockmaker god had been easy. But this? David began to become a person again. A mutant. Sane. Farukh threw his last will into stopping David from finding out how much more they were than that. Syd had it easy. Syd had a place in the story by tradition. She was pretty and she would save him. Syd was love. She was spun of Amy and his mother and the light of stars that never fell, that just said, “David, wake up.” David made Syd to save him from Farukh. But who would save the world from David now that god was awake?

#legion #david haller #dan stevens #syd barrett #rachel heller #legion fx #noah hawley #king the dog #the world's angriest boy in the world #the devil with yellow eyes #lenny busker #aubrey plaza

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stuprosu · 5 years ago

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march 17th, 2020 1:50 AM

yeah

listen

it’s pretty well established that i am absolutely atrocious at keeping this updated. and i always say that i am going to keep it updated. but i never fucking do, do i? so i’ll say it again. and maybe i’ll mean it it this time. but i really do want to keep this up. there’s so much that i am forgetting lately. things i shouldn’t be forgetting. things i want to remember. this is another situation where i am going to have to outline each thing by each month. hold on to your butts.

[october 2018] see i don’t remember even what’s going on. this is almost two years ago. i saw the national this month. i also went on a date with sam. it went fine but i just wanted to be friends... so he ghosted me. yahoo. it’s coming back to me now. i go to worlds of fun with kady, marissa, ashleigh, amanda, and conner... love these goons so much.

[november 2018] my other friend - an online friend, one that lived close. we talked all the time and we played a lot of overwatch and shit together. and i’m intelligent. i’m smart. i know when i’m being taken advantage, or know when people try to do this. he asks me out on a date. we meet up in leavenworth. we spend the whole day together and we drink alcohol. i found out later i have a pretty severe alcohol intolerance. i don’t remember much of that night. maybe everything that falls down eventually rises. that whole experience was that stupid fucking bright eyes song. i can’t remember much - that pretty much makes it nonconsensual, right? i have no memory. but it’s been too long. the next day he texts me and tells me he only wants to be friends. i only remember him kissing me and his house and brooklyn 99. my aunt said i was pretty incoherent when he dropped me back off there at 2am.

i don’t really know what to make of that whole situation. best to not think about it. we have a friendsgiving. but we don’t relaspe. i actually took up smoking, lmao. i cut him completely out of my life. i am talking to people again. i start dating a boy named drew. we were both pretty lonely people.

[december 2018] yooo drew gets in a fucking wreck after leaving my house at 2am lmao i forgot about that. he was trying to avoid a snowstorm and like broke his femur in half. he was hospitalized for 2 weeks. i visited him. he couldn’t walk for about two months. i felt really bad but i didn’t really want to keep dating him. the whole thing was my fault and i don’t know how to feel about it even now. nothing else much happened during this month. someone wrecked into my parked car. i got zaba this month, my ball python.

[january 2019] kady asked me to be a bridesmaid in her wedding. i break up with drew. it’s cold as fuck. i am sure there are other details. oh, ashleigh tells kady and i she will not be renewing the lease as she is going to move in with her boyfriend. ashleigh, in the past, like august 2018? was dating this homophobe so i didn’t talk to her. when he dumped her (after taking the old v card, which she told me about, which i responded to with indifference, which upset her) i was there to pick up the pieces but i told her she made a really dumb decision and i don’t know what else she expected and that it hurt that she knew my feelings about something and still dating someone so gross. ANYWAYS. new boyfriend. ashleigh wants to move in with the new boyfriend even though they havent even been dating a month... okay. we tell her not to. she doesn’t listen. ashleigh just starts being shady as fuck. jake , her bf, dumps after 2 weeks after she decides to not renew the lease. dumbass.

ashleigh is still set to move out in may, when the lease is up. so, that’s not my problem.

[february 2019] i really love my classes. i took ornithology that semester and i really loved it. i also cut my hair then and i came out publicly as bisexaul cause i realized how problematic being pansexual is. i also think i came out publicly as a nonbinary person, too. for so long i had issues with my gender, but i always pushed it aside and literally told myself don’t think about it, don’t worry about it, just stop. cringily, steven universe helped me figure out a label for what i was experiencing through rebecca sugar. pretty awesome stuff.

[march 2019] a lot of shit went down this month. ashleigh started dating a guy named zane, who she first originally described to me as a creepy guy in her history class. they went on one date and fucked in her CAR in a museum PARKING LOT. lmao and then proceeds to never sleep with him at our apartment, but will book hotels and shit. like how self conscious can you be?? anyways. i am fed up with it and i vent to some discord server and forgot ashleigh was in it. i delete it just in case but turns out she got screenshots and never told me. ash wanted to come to nakakon the weekend of march 16. march 15, ashleigh brings over zayn and theyre in her room. kady and conner are watching the office and marissa is there too.

i come home at like 1am and they tell me ZAYN is there and has a fucking GUN on his hip and i’m?? what the fuck. so we start playing that episode of the office with gun safety dwight really really loudly. and then marissa messages ash and asks zayn to put the gun in his car. the gun is a REVOLVER and doesn’t have a fucking safety. she also doesnt have a gun safe? everyone is just super uncomfortable. zayn comes out and makes a huge deal. he tells us we’re being immature and that it isn’t a big deal. i said something along the lines that we live here, he didn’t ask, we’re uncomfortable, respect it or perish, smth like that. he leaves to go put it in his car. comes back in and starts it back up. says that “the big scary gun is put away” shut up cuck.

anyways we get into and conner steps in because zayn is yelling at me and i am ready to brawl. zayn mentions something abuot how i treat ash like shit. i can only assume she showed him the screenshots of my discord message lmaoooo . anyways the day after that incident ! i cannot resolve it because ash is coming with me and staying at my dad’s apartment with marissa and i for nakakon. ashleigh is really obnoxious some of the time but mostly quiet. but since we were in such close quarters, i couldn’t bring up the whole shit with zayn. so.

i am fed up and amanda, kady, marissa, ash, and i go to ihop to try and hash this out. we have a talking straw. we talk about alllll of our issues. i thought it went good. i was not aware that ash was aware of the screenshots. we told ash we were uncomfortable with zayn and would appreciate if he would apologize for disrespecting kady and i in our home and how he talked to me especially. this wasn’t unreasonable, considering three other people were witness to how zayn was talking to me.

zayn said to ashleigh he wouldn;t apologize because he’d done nothing wrong. i told ashleigh i didn’t want him in the apartment. she moved out at this point and we got into it pretty heavily over messenger. ashleigh blocked all of us on facebook. i miss her but she’s a really toxic person who is in a relationship with a really toxic trump supporter who hates antifa and is really cringe.

[april 2019] nothing much happened. college is good. i still have a massive crush on carter. marissa moved in. she has found out i am a giant recluse by nature and i think that has had an impact on our relationship even today. my past journal articles have illustrated i can only take people in doses, but we’ve found how to get along.

[may - july 2019] nothing too crazy happened here either. it was an incredible summer, though. i worked, but i went to the lake so much and got close to toby! i hung out with marissa and kady so much and i really love those two girls. dad and amy are together all the time but they’re not “dating”. i know they are, just amy’s kids are young and wouldn’t understand. i know they’ll tell me when they’re ready. i also watched all of hunter x hunter and loved it. rewatched neon genesis evangelion, too, and loved it. i can’t remember when, but danielle handed marissa a letter for me to read. it was really intense and kind of perception-shattering. i texted her and we agreed to become at least non-hostile and chill with each other. i have really been meaning to see danielle irl and talk to her... but i keep forgetting and don’t have much time during the semester. i feel bad but... i don’t know what else to say. i reached out to her in december but was left on read. that was my fault, as i hadn’t responded to her in months. it’s better than what it was, to say the least.

[august 2019] golden year baby ! just kidding my golden year was whenever i turned nineteen. anyways august is pretty chill. i started my senior year and took entomology. i loved that class so much and had it with carter. i really love the people in my field and i am going to miss them so much. love the biology goons. i also found out from my doctor i am allergic to most alcohols after i had an allergic reaction on my 21st and went to the doctors. i have a pretty severe intolerance. also started playing dragon age again. i don’t really talk to mom at all. my maternal grandfather, cliff, who i have never met/spoken to, has a relationship with my sister ashlee and was at my nephew’s first birthday party. cliff met my brothers and i and was very kind to us. however, i love my aunt shanna with my whole heart and she doesn’t like him at all. there was a very clear and obvious divide of my mom’s sisters and family, like jordan, kenadee, brettney, nana, and my grandfather’s family, like his other children and their spouses. it was all very difficult. i know my grandfather doesn’t have much time left in this world, but he still was rude and treated the family who HAS been there like shit. i know my mom cut my grandfather out, but i am inclined to side with my aunt because she knows best. however, she didn’t pull me aside at the birthday party and tell me not to believe a thing cliff says. cliff, however, did that. told me to believe what nana says and that it was all in the past. that rubbed me the wrong way. i still don’t know what to think about that situation.

[september 2019] just school and work still, nothing crazy. mammalogy trips, entomology trips, school is really really fun and a lot of work but i love it so much! oh, and carter got me a bernie2020 magnet for my birthday.

[october 2019] i saw the band cigarettes after sex. they were really awesome. i broke my glasses. i went to ren fest. nathan was creepy. i saw my mom and my aunt brenna at toby’s marching band game. dad, ash, and bentley were there. it was awkward and i didn’t try talking to my mom. a few months prior i kind of ripped into her on messenger and tried to tell her that i wanted a relationship but she had to acknowledge that what she did in the past was wrong (and i told her exactly what she did wrong, and i had talked about this with my siblings and dad, who agreed) and how she could fix it and how i still wanted her in my life. and she refused to acknowledge this. i kind of broke down over it because i realized my mom was never ever ever going to change and it broke me. anyways, i saw her at the game and i didn’t talk to her and answered her questions with as much grace as i could manage. that’s all. she lives in olathe now. that guy and her broke up. toby lives with dad full time now. dad has a good job and bartends part time at top golf.

[november 2019] there was a praying mantis on my aloe plant! she laid an ootheca. it should hatch any day now :)i went to a deer aging check station. i slept in a bath tub. had some good conservations with my sister. we also had kady’s bridal shower. kaycee’s house is amazing and so is kaycee! i wish she lived closer.

[december 2019] kady got married! it was a really beautiful reception. i finished my semester with all As and Bs! entomology was really hard, but i got a B in there! most people in ento got Cs or Ds so i did really well :) we started playing left for dead again

[january 2020] kady is on her honeymoon. marissa and i watched midsommar on new years eve. i started my new classes. i am taking herpetology and paleontology and local flora. i also TA for plant phys and am doing research with dr. barta! life was pretty good. oh, i tried getting glass animals tickets, but they sold out, so i was really bummed :///

[february 2020] chiefs won the superbowl, played dragon age, went to class. i spend a lot of time with amanda and love her so much. i also got my resume together! waiting to hear back so i can start applying for jobs.

[march 2020] it’s the current month. it’s been a wild month because of the virus. i was supposed to find a place to live by may and a job this month but the virus has made that pretty much impossible. my dad has been reassuring but also not at the same time. it will all work out. i voted for bernie in the primaries. i have become extremely socialist in my views. right now, i am really into NGE and jojo’s bizarre adventure and i am listening to a lot of the kinks. jyro turned 11 this month. 11! he’s getting so old. i hope i can find a place to live but i need to find a job first. it’s a stressful time. hopefully i won’t get the virus but... we will see. also, i’ll try to keep this updated. maybe monthly!

see ya xox

lex

#journal #eleventh post #march #march 17 #2020

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what-is-sibling-test · 6 years ago

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New Chapter Alert!

As Fate Would Have It Chapter 2

I’m going to try and keep up with these but we’ll see.

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“Wyatt I am not putting him in that seat it’s disgusting!” Lucy argued at the entrance of Target. She tightened her grip on Henry as Wyatt moved to take him.

“Lucy it’s fine! A little dirt will do him some good.” He huffed.

Wyatt gripped the cart tighter before muttering, “fine.”

“Lucy what is that?”

“It’s like a Keurig, but for babies” Lucy replied hoisting Henry higher on her hip.

“Absolutely not, we don’t need that.” Lucy tried not to get too excited over the word ‘we’ but it made her smile nonetheless.

“Trust me I saw this on Oprah you want it!” she challenged.

“Since when do you have time to watch Oprah?” he teased.

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“Your family is absolutely precious, how long have you and your wife been married?” Lucy turned her head,

“Well stop the presses here I am going on and on how’d he do it with you?”

“Do what?”

“Propose silly I mean look at that rang!”

The smile and small wink told her he did.

“He is just the cutest little thing on God’s green earth!” the lady gushed at Henry, “what’s the little angel’s name?”

“You don’t let anything happen to them!” the lady warned.

“We should probably get the little nugget home.” Lucy whispered glancing down at a sleeping Henry.

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