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kandadiff · 1 year ago

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Larger than life moments: "I don't love you!" She shouted at him unwilling to control her anger any longer. "I will never love you in the way you hope!"

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Homecoming was a song a fan wrote for Ed. Normally, he would give the many songs thrusted at him when he was out and about, a quick skim but he liked this song. He thought the lyrics over, wrote some of it and started to form a beat in his head. But he wanted to do something different with this song, he wanted it to feature a heavy piano sound. He went from studio to studio but no one he brought it to could get it just write. No one knew the vision he was going for until he went to someone - mostly out of curiosity to see if she could do it and she did not disappoint him. She even wrote a beautiful but simple piano part for the song and an even nicer chorus for the song.

Ever since she broke up with Harry, a few years back, Ed didn't have much contact with Kitty. Of course, the house changed that and as their fame grew they saw each other at award shows, movie premieres and parties or when she called his mother for Christmas or her birthday sending along a gift with each call. She was never rude to him or brushed him off and Ed liked that. Harry, on the other hand felt a little betrayed by his brother.

Though it had been years since the two were a couple, Harry secretly compared his girlfriends to her and they knew it. Some tried to transform into their own versions of Kitty (Kendall dyed her hair blonde and wore blue contacts for a while / Taylor would almost exclusively play Kitty's songs on piano / Nadine dressed like her) others bad mouthed her to him or anyone who would listen most notably Olivia. Who when Harry told her, Ed planned to record a song with Kitty and she went off about her in a leaked video leaked by a fan that recorded her rant during an outing with her friends.

"I swear its like she tries to remind her of him. She still talks to his mother, now she tires to record a song with his brother? You know I heard her boyfriend is fucked up so shes trying to leave him and knows the only way she can get away from that psychopath is by living in Harry's flat in London. You know she still has a key right? Yeah, someone told me shes been trying to do a song with him forever but since we started getting serious, hes refused to even be aroudn her. Thats why she took this song. Have you heard it? Its fucking trash anyway. And he's so pissed at his brother for agreeing . No wonder Edward is having a fucked up time with the family everyone in that house is pissed that he even asked her. Except his mom but Edward is her favorite so...."

The internet went off, some people agreeing with Olivia, some people going off on her and many more people asking for reactions from them. Olivia backpedaled saying she was tispy when she was talking and never meant anything. Edward publicly called Olivia an embarrassment. He was angry at Harry for staying quiet and let him have it. Kitty however, made it clear she still wanted to do the song.

When it came time to do the music video, she showed up with a smile. It went off without a hitch until Harry showed up with a bouquet of roses that spelt out 'Sorry'.

He moved behind the camera man and it was Kitty that saw him first. She let out a small sigh and looked up at Edward who followed her gaze and growled. "For fucks sake, mate." He looked down at the smaller blonde. "I'll get rid of him."

"No." Kitty sighed "Something tells me he isn't going to leave until he talks to me so" she sighed and straightened out her dress as Edward called out for a break. Harry looked at Ed for permission to approach but Edward's jaw clentched mumbling for kitty to call out to him if she needed him. She nodded watching him walk away while harry approached.

"Can we talk?"

They moved to her dressing room where harry immediately spilled out into apologies. He expressed his regrets for not speaking out. He said that he let Olivia have it and that he was done with her and everything had made him realize he was just trying to replace her this whole time.

"I love you Kara-line. I have always loved you and I know I messed up in the past. I know I have. But if you choose me, I swear I will make up for it every single day." She had sat on the couch letting him speak his mind without interruption but she was getting upset. She just wanted to leave this room and finish this video. But at his declaration, his eyes grew wide.

"Excuse me?"

Harry fell to his knees, placing himself between Kitty's legs taking her hands in his own and looking down at her pink manicure. "Kitty, I love you. Looking back at it, you were my stregth when I needed it. I know you don't want to hurt him and I know you love Evan but you can't deny our connection. You helped me through tough times and I helped you through tough times and that was the best time in my life. I want that back."

"No." Kitty shook her head pushing his hands away. How dare he? It was always about what he wanted wasn't it? Harry was still the same selfish boy he'd always been. How dare he think she'd leave Evan for him? Evan was her future. Harry was her past and he was going to stay there.

Harry actually seemed taken aback and Kitty scoffed. He had been hanging out with Hollywood 'yes men' to long. He had been spoiled by the people he surrounded himself with and now really truly thought he speech was going to sway her heart. "No? Kara, I know it would be hard but my publicist can make it work and Evan would be heart broken but if you want.. I 'll break the news to him, I mean he didn't even stand up for you." he took her hands in his again but she pushed him off. "I know you love me-"

"I don't love you!" She shouted at him unwilling to control her anger any longer. "I will never love you in the way you hope!" She stood up looking down at him. "How are you even ask! How dare do you even dare to say that! Do you hear yourself when you talk?!"

He looked at her shocked, as though he truly did not expect anything other then her jumping into his arms. "What?"

"You don't miss me and I don't care if you did! You just want it all! You are a child spoiled by the fame and fans around you! Well let me set the record straight" He scrambled on his feet. Even though he towered over her, it was clear - she was the one in charge here. "I don't want you! Evan is twice the man you'll ever be! I love him! I want him!" Harrys face fell at that. "You think he didn't want to say anything to her? He wanted to go to your house and I stopped him! You welcome for that! Now leave me alone!" She turned on her heel towards the door but he grabbed her arm.

"Kitty, please you don't mean that!"

"I'm pregnant, Harry!" She shouted at him and he immediately let go of her. His eyes traveling to her stomach hidden by her dress. "We found out last week. I'm marrying Evan and there is nothing that can make me change my mind. Goodbye." With that she left him, stunned in the dressing room.

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scandinavianfairytale · 3 years ago

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He’s one of the good ones

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Nurse Reader

Warnings: Curse words, one (1) dirty joke, mentioned boss-employee relationship, objectification, brief description of a fight, stab wound, light spoilers for the movie, Bruce is actually a sweetheart 🥰

A/N: The prequel is now posted 😊 This will hurt 😊

“Wait, wait, wait...I’m not sure if I understand you correctly. Not only are you working for him, but you’re also sleeping with him? What the hell, girl?” Your friend asked, looking pointingly at you.

“I’m in a relationship with him.” You corrected, giving her a small glare. “But yeah, that’s the gist of it.”

“Are you insane?”

“Excuse me?”

“Look, I know the last guy was a loser, but even he was a better choice than Bruce fucking Wayne. He’s a broody loner, holed up in that tower. I’m pretty sure a wall is more entertaining than him. I never said anything about it when you said you got a job with him, but now I gotta say something. What on Earth are you planning on doing with him? You have nothing in common and your personalities are completely different. Did you even think about the future?”

“I-”

“Also, really, sleeping with your employer? How many times have you seen that having a happy ending?” She paused. “Although I’m pretty sure he has a lot of happy endings right now.” She laughed at her own joke.

“You had to go there?” You glared at her.

“Oh, lighten up.” There was a moment of silence as she stared at you. “Well, are you gonna start talking?” Your first response was an eye-roll.

“You are right, we have little in common, he is reclusive and he doesn't have friends. But he treats me better than any of my exes ever did and he doesn't object to me going out, having fun or meeting friends, even if he doesn’t join. He is kind, smart and surprisingly funny, so he’s more entertaining than a wall. What I feel when I’m with him...I have never felt like that before. There is no second guessing or doubts. I...he’s one of the good ones, you know?” You met her eyes as you stopped describing the man you were now seeing.

“Oh God...you’re really in love with him, aren’t you?” Your friend commented as she watched a small smile tug at your lips as you described Bruce Wayne.

“I am.” Your smile deepened. Your friend raised her glass and you clinked it.

“To you, for finally falling in love. Even though I still think it’s a bad idea. But I’m not going to stand in love’s way.” She smiled.

“So tell me, more about him and how you met.”

You didn’t tell her the whole story. The story you told to your friends and family is that he saved you from getting mugged. But in reality you both saved each other. Kind of.

It was raining again. It shouldn't have surprised you, this was Gotham for Christ's sake...yet you still went out without an umbrella. To your defense, you didn't plan on staying out as long as you did. You just went to meet with your now ex to break-up with him. That was over quickly, but then you met a friend and decided to grab lunch...and then coffee and then drinks. So now it was 3 am and you were walking down the street completely drenched after 2 minutes in the rain that dulled the shine of your yellow sweater.

"Hello, Sunshine." The man, sitting on the sidewalk slurred. He had a long night as well. You gave him a curt nod before passing him. You found that if you just briefly acknowledge them, they tend to leave you alone. Unfortunately for you, sometimes you were wrong, just like in this case. But usually you have an umbrella with you...

"Come on, Sunshine, don't be rude. At least say hello." He caught up with you. Your hands balled up under your arms, as you were trying to hold back a shiver from the wind on your damp skin.

"Hey, I'm talking to you." He grabbed your elbow, pulling you towards him. You yelped in surprise, your eyes the size of saucers.

"Let me go." You finally managed to let out, as the shock let its grip of you go.

"Why don't we have some fun. I promise, you won't regret it." The man smirked when you started trashing in his grasp. Your body tensed up and you kicked at his shins and he released you, cursing you out. You started running, the man right on your heels. He was gaining on you and you whimpered as the idea of what might happen next creeped up on you.

*THUMP* was heard and you looked back, to see the man lying on the ground. Another man was standing above him. He briefly met your eyes, nodding, before the drunk man got up, taking a knife from his belt, swinging at your savior. Your instincts told you to run, but you decided to stay and try to help. The two men were engrossed in the fight and you were just trying to spot an opening. Unfortunately when you found it, your savior was the one that got startled and the drunk man managed to stab him in the shoulder.

There was fortune in misfortune, as even though your savior was just stabbed, you were still close enough to the drunk that you managed to get behind him and put him in a chokehold, holding him until he stopped trashing.

"Hey...thank you. And I’m sorry." You stepped to your savior, offering your hand. He looked at you and you finally registered who was kneeling in-front of you.

Bruce Wayne.

He took your hand and you pulled yourself out of your daze, pulling him on his feet. He stared at your bright yellow sweater, before meeting your eyes again.

"Are you alright?" He asked after a few moments of silence. His voice matched the broodiness he exuded.

"Yeah. Yes. Um, I guess I'm a bit shocked about everything that just happened.” You paused, waiting for a response. "It's just I didn't know you actually go out. No one has seen you in years." You continued when the elusive man refused to speak. He kept his gaze on you. You swallowed down everything that you wanted to add.

"Just...thank you. There's not many people that would help in this city." You smiled at him, your face lighting back up again. Bruce looked at your hand that was still holding his and you quickly let go. He brought it over his wound and nodded at you. He wanted to leave, but you touched his un-hurt shoulder, stopping him.

“My place is just down the block. I have medical supplies at home and I can stich you up. I promise it won’t leave a scar.” You smiled at him.

“You don’t have to.” He gently shook his head.

“I want to. It’s the least I can do, since I’m the reason why you got stabbed.” You sheepishly said.

When Bruce entered your apartment, you quickly made him change into dry clothes and made him tea to warm up, before really patching him up. He left pretty much the next second, but stopped by a week later with the clothes and an offer for a job.

Bruce was out when you returned, which was weird, since you didn’t notice the bat signal in the sky. But you figured that either you missed it, or Bruce just decided to check some thing out. Saying hello to Alfred, you made your way to the “bat cave” with your book The Midnight Library and propped up on one of the chairs, waiting for your boyfriend / boss to come back.

You were startled awake as the entrance to the “bat cave” opened and Bruce returned.

He ignored you, taking his mask off and pulling his contacts out. Stretching, you made your way to him, your arms embracing him and kissing the back of his neck.

“Sorry I was out so long. You should go to sleep, I’m fine, just a couple of bruises.” Bruce commented as he rewound the footage.

“It’s fine. What happened?” You sighed as you looked through his shoulder and gasped as you saw the murdered mayor. Bruce turned to face you, blocking your view.

“I don’t want you to see this. Please, go upstairs and I will join you shortly. I just want to review what happened.” He caressed your face, before kissing you softly.

“He lies still.” You said after you parted. Bruce nodded and leaned his forehead on yours. Your hands traced the black paint he used to fill in the eye holes once his mask was on.

“You go through more of my make-up remover than I do. I should really get a raise.” You smiled at him, making it bigger once he smiled back at you.

“I think we can work something up. I can be persuaded.” Bruce chuckled.

This was the Bruce you loved. This was the man no one saw. Which was equally heart-breaking and heart-warming.

Thank you for reading! 😊🙏

The GIFs are not mine, they belong to the amazing creators 😊

I think I might do a second part to this...at some point 😊 I saw the new Batman movie this week and I was pleasantly surprised! I really loved the movie, so much so, I will go see it again this week 😁

Also I am reading this book right now and I am so pumped up about it, can't wait to finish it! 😊��

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never-mess-with-the-uchihas · 3 years ago

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i dont know if you'll see the comment i left in the notes of one of your posts, but going more in-depth in regards to the toxicity of the YouTube anime community, i want to start off by saying that i do agree with the general statement being made. most videos are definitely just out there to spout bullcrap opinions on a series their creator didn't like. however, im here to vouch for the existence of a couple of diamonds in the rough, because they do exist, and i think theyre worth a watch because regardless of the original manga canon, the content of the adaptation is what reached a wider audience and hence has more weight in discussion.

"How Naruto Failed Its Female Characters" -actually delivers point in a clear, concise, unbiased and informed manner

"Naruto: How To Destroy Your Own Worldbuilding" -makes valid critiques about a weak aspect of the writing

"Naruto: How The Anime Lost What Made It Special" -insightful retrospect of the series and draws meangingful comparisons between it and other series similar to it

its important to remember that media exists, first and foremost, to be enjoyed. if someone didnt enjoy it, or doesnt want to thoughtfully critique it, or doesnt want to invest any more time into it for the sake of it "being better" in this or that, no one can force them to do otherwise. people seem to have forgotten this basic fandom etiquette and while im tired of the douchebags intentionally trying to provoke others for no good reason, im also tired of people falling for the bait.

Yeah, I know that A VERY FEW of them actually makes sense. For example there is Naruto Explained ^ - ^

But mostly, I found it a bit disappointing.

"The content reaches wider audience". Yes. But so does the PERSONAL toxic opinion of YouTubers.

The funniest thing is YouTubers with HUGE viewership use the phrases like - "Sasuke was displeased by Sakura's pregnancy as mentioned in the Novels", "Sasuke and Sakura only had sex ONCE in 15 years, and Sarada was born because of that. Because things are so awkward between them.", "It is shown in manga and mentioned in Novels that Naruto and Hinata don't sleep together". Lol.

Also, Have you seen MAJORITY of Reaction Videos?? Whenever Sakura is going to do something good, they go on and on about how she is a "TRASH character", "Worst Anime character of all time", "Okay Sakura, you did this but, that doesn't take off your label of being Useless.", "Lol... You guys won't believe... Even Kishimoto said that he regrets creating her"

AND THEY UTTER THESE BULLSHITS, with SUCH CONFIDENCE, AS IF THESE ARE CANON FACTS.

And the funniest thing is many superficial fans, actually believe them.

It's like a False Narrative, that spreads like a chain reaction. And The comments section is proof of that stupidity XD.

Also, thanks for bringing this up. I would like to talk about one of the videos that you have mentioned -

"How Naruto Failed it's Female characters."

Honestly, I found this video absolutely annoying.

And I disagree with almost all of the points that he made.

I don't know if he was being biased or not. But, He was jabbing on Sakura, with each one of them.

Also, I don't think he actually watched the series properly. Because most of his points didn't make sense.

For example, He made statements like -

1. "In Naruto, Most medics are only women. The general role for men is fighting, and for woman, healing."

When in reality -

MAJORITY OF MEDICS in the series are MALES.

Just because Most medics in the HEAD POSITION and the GLOBALLY RENOWNED MEDICS are women, doesn't mean that men are not medics.

2. "The Combat skills of females are really bad, as compared to the male characters"

Just because Sakura's offensive power is lower than that of Naruto and Sasuke - TWO REINCARNATIONS OF GODS, doesn't mean that her combat skills are less than that of other MALE CHARACTERS in the series.

Besides, her offensive skills are an ADD ON. Sakura's main forte is medical Ninjutsu and No one can excel her in that. Not even Naruto and Sasuke.

She is a HEALER AND A KILLER. DEAL WITH IT.

3. "Hinata, Kurenai, TenTen, Ino are all weaker in comparison to their male counterparts."

First, Hinata is a Hyuga, and her male counterparts are Inuzuka and Aburame. Why are you even comparing People with different skillsets? Hinata's Taijutsu skills are better than those two. Also, What is the point of showing the video of fight against Pein to prove her combat skills are bad? Do you think Shino or Kiba would have stood a chance against Pein?

Same goes for Ino, her skillsets are different. She can read minds and manipulate them, can Shikamaru or Choiji do that?

Kurenai is a genjutsu specialist. Why are you comparing her with Kakashi in fight against Itachi? Kakashi has Sharingan, that was the only reason he was able to hold on. Even Asuma didn't stand a chance.

TenTen was up against Neji, A Hyuga prodigy and Lee, who got full fledged training from Gai. I don't understand how it makes her a weak character. Even Kiba or Shino are not of Lee or Neji's level, so why are you blaming TenTen?

3. "Kaguya was worst villain in the series, because she lacked combat skills."

I agree that she was not my most favourite villain.

But Bro... She was most powerful of them all... She didn't really need any combat skills. She literally took out Madara in 2 panels.

And Naruto and Sasuke couldn't do anything to her with their "SO FABULOUS" combat skills. They couldn't kill her. They had to seal her away, for that too, they needed another female characters' help - Sakura Haruno.

4. "Most of the female characters' existence is tied to the existence of the male characters. All Sakura wanted, "WAS TO BE WITH SASUKE". Audience could never understand her "INFATUATION" with Sasuke. She didn't have any other goal unless it had something to do with Sasuke. "

Bro... The existence of many male characters are ALSO TIED TO the existence of other male characters.

Sasuke -> Itachi

Naruto -> Sasuke

Madara -> Izuna

Also, there were other male characters too, whose existence tied to that of other female characters.

Obito -> Rin

And why is he categorising "infatuation" as a female thing only? Male characters also had infatuations:

Naruto -> Sakura

Obito -> Rin

Jiraiya -> Tsunade

Also, I don't see him complaining about HOW SASUKE HAS NO OTHER GOAL, UNLESS IT HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH ITACHI.

- his revenge

- his decision to destroy Konoha

- his revolution

- His decision to protect the village from shadows

Also, if he thinks that all Sakura wanted was to "be with Sasuke", then he seriously needs to rewatch the series.

6. "Female characters always needed saving by male."

Lol... Male characters in Naruto, also needed saving by female characters various times.

Was he sleeping in these scenes?

Honestly, People should do proper research before making such bold statements.

I can go on and on about EVERYTHING THAT'S WRONG WITH THIS VIDEO. But that will be a wastage of my time as well as yours, So I will just stop XD.

Also, I believe that the sense of EQUALITY is a psychological thing. It doesn't have anything to do with physical strength and combat skills. So, I don't understand why people even bring that up.

If You would start seeing them just as NORMAL MANGA CHARACTERS - NOT categorising them into MALE OR FEMALE, Then You will realize that they are just DIFFERENT CHARACTERS having DIFFERENT SKILL SETS, There is nothing more to it. PERIOD.

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bigskydreaming · 3 years ago

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Hi! I was reading a fanfic and it brought up Roy and Dick's fight, which I see a lot of in fics but never what they fought about and consequently why they don't talk. I thought it was a vague excuse/reason why Roy was Jason's friend not Dick's anymore but this fic brought up when Dick was batman so I was wondering if there was actually a fight between them? Btw I really enjoy your metas! They're v thought out and well articulated. Also it's v easy to separate what's your opinion and what's fact which is. Very helpful for me

Yeah this is one hundred percent a fanon thing that's kept deliberately vague to justify why Roy in his friendship with Jason seems to have no positive thoughts or concerns about Dick whatsoever. Now granted, Dick and Roy are not nearly as close in the New 52 as they were pre-Reboot. The lack of their friendship there is definitely one of the things I disliked most about the Reboot - and I actually don't care if Jason and Roy are friends tbh, its the total erasure of his history with Dick as if he can't be friends with both, that like, bugs most.

But so like, yeah, Roy and Dick aren't super close when they interact on the Titans in the New 52, but there's literally nothing in any of their interactions that explains the complete absence of him from Roy's life or a reason that Roy would like, hate him the way he tends to in a lot of Jason-centric fics.

When you factor in pre-Reboot stuff though, it starts to get a LOT more.....uh wyd? And this is why I have trouble buying that people just write Roy and Jason the way they do because its the only thing they know from recent comics. Like one, most fans talk about how they don't even read the source comics, so there's no reason their knowledge of the characters or events would be limited to just recent comics if they're going off wiki summaries and scans anyway. And second, most fans AREN'T limited in their knowledge to just recent comics.

Like, the second people start writing Roy and Jason and Kori but with their pre-52 characterizations and references to events from THAT timeline, it all gets very messy, the way they're like, completely antagonistic towards Dick a lot of the time. Because Roy and Dick were always solid. Yes, they fought. A lot. But they always, ALWAYS made up afterwards. They had conflict about Roy's drug addiction - it didn't stop Dick from being there to support him through rehab, or Dick being the first person Roy called to help him get Lian after he learned of her existence. Dick literally held Lian before Roy ever did? He's the one who first put her in Roy's arms for the first time.

(Which is the prime grudge I and most Dick Grayson fans have about Roy and Jason fics which make Jason like, the absolute apple of Lian's eye. If you want to expand Lian's circle of loved and trusted ones to include Jason as Roy's friend and thus her uncle, like go for it! But there's zero reason that should require invalidating and erasing the fact that Dick was this little girl's adored godfather and uncle for pretty much her entire life. And the way Dick is just shoved offstage from Lian's life entirely, to slot Jason into his place as though they're completely interchangeable, its like....THAT'S the kind of thing that gets people irey about how Jason 'steals' Dick's dynamics and character relationships.

Because there's nothing saying they both can't be major players in Roy and Lian's lives! But just that they're not interchangeable! You need to develop the specific role Jason plays there WITHOUT just overwriting everything Dick actually did in relation to the two of them pre-Flashpoint, which is what you're drawing from the second you write Lian, unless you're specifically going with the few appearances we've had of her within literally just the last year.

But I mean, when people just search and replace Dick Grayson in all Roy and Lian's pre-Reboot stories and act like Jason was the one doing all of that instead.....why wouldn't fans of the source material be annoyed by a character getting credit for interactions and things done for Lian and Roy that Jason literally NEVER DID, while at the EXACT SAME TIME, conjuring some mysterious, unnamed 'Falling Out' that Roy and Dick had, that was clearly all Dick's fault, and resulted from him being basically excised entirely from Roy and Lian's lives?

Same with Kori, for the record, and like despite being Dick's ex, she and Dick have NEVER been like, estranged? She and Dick have often been close even after their breakup. None of it makes any sense, and the fact that a lot of fans don't even try to make it make sense or justify it, and expect other fans to just be fine with settling for an inexplicable reversal of Dick's every actual dynamic with these characters while setting up Jason to occupy the exact same role Dick played in these other characters' lives, like.....lol. Its fun.)

Anyway, back to your question, like, there are fights you can go with pre-Reboot as the source of various conflicts between Dick and Roy - but again, I maintain its just as crucial that they're always written as getting past them. They have a very tempestuous relationship because they are the two people MOST likely to call each other on their shit, two of the two people WITH the most shit in common due to the parallels in their childhoods and the roles they've occupied in the Titans and the superhero community in general, and the two people most resistant to being called out on their shit by each other, lol. Mostly in that case because like, they do recognize that they have a lot in common and understand each other very well, so the second the other is calling them out for something, they're usually like "ugh, if HE'S saying this, its probably true and I am just not prepared yet to be wrong about this. I need more time being unjustifiably rawr about things." Its like that thing where they both look at each other doing something that feels familiar or calls back to their own reasons for doing something and they're like ugh I'm in this picture and I don't like it.

So they clash. A lot. But always with the implicit bedrock of like, there's nothing either of them can do or say to the other that will push the other away for good.

They fought over Roy replacing Dick as leader of the Titans when Dick's wedding fell apart, even though Roy actually didn't want to do it and was kinda pushed into it by the government, but again, Dick like, got over it and realized it was for the best and forgave Roy for it that very same issue. And on and on. It always went like that. So there's plenty of stuff that can be used or pointed at as a source of conflict between the two, but the part I'll always call unbelievable is the idea that they never make up after one of these fights. Why now? What fight, specifically, is so bad between them that despite everything else they've gone through AND gotten past, they can't get past this one? Y'know?

So yeah, that's my take on this. There is no definitive falling out between Dick and Roy as many fics like to point to in order to shove him offscreen and make room for Jason in Roy and Lian's lives, and personally, I just don't find it necessary and I actually think it makes Roy look REALLY bad. Because when you're not specifically detailing all the things that Dick has actually DONE for Roy, the lengths to which he's been there for his friend, and like, specifically invalidating each and every one of them as something that never happened in a particular fic, then literally anyone who reads that fic and has their own awareness of Dick and Roy's friendship is kiiiiiinda likely to be reading that and thinking wow what an ungrateful asshole, when Roy's just written as bitching about Dick with Jason and sandbagging him without any real explanation as to WHY, beyond just 'oh they had a fight years ago.'

(And coming up with some random awful thing that Dick did to justify Roy hating him now isn't like, a superior alternative, lmao, because again, its still just trashing one character for the sake of getting him out of the way of two other characters' friendship and people are going to think what they think about that).

Anyway, my now standard stock disclaimer that like, there doesn't actually need to be a canon fight obviously, for people to just write things this way and handwave that Dick and Roy had an epic falling out years ago and now they just hate one another or whatever, or just Roy hates him or vice versa. Obviously people are free to do what they want. They don't need a reason other than "I want to write it this way so Jason and Roy are friends and Jason doesn't have to 'share' him with Dick or have his friendship be overshadowed by their greater history together." That just happens to be a reason that no Dick Grayson fan is ever really going to be happy about, lol, for what should be perfectly obvious reasons, so it honestly shouldn't be surprising to people that fans of the source material often gripe about it.

Because yeah fanfic is a tremendous opportunity to transform the source material into something better, but if what's better for some fans actively takes away what was working perfectly well for other fans the original way, they're going to say that. Especially in a fandom where so many new fans take their view of the characters and their dynamics from fics rather than the source material - when fandom has that much of an influence on what new fans perceive to be 'canon,' fans are perfectly within their right to emphasize what is ACTUALLY canon and what isn't, so that new fans at least have the opportunity to determine for themselves what take they want to go with, instead of just accepting at face value that the nature of say, Dick and Roy's relationship is just that Roy hates Dick because of some mumble mumble ancient history vague mumble details not found mumble mumble fight.

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musclesandhammering · 3 years ago

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I'm not fond of the pairing but from what I've seen General public actually loves Sylki very much. Even the trade reviews called the relationship "genius" which,,,ok. Someone did a poll on various platforms, yt, reddit, fb, twitter etc comparing which ship is better (Lokius or Sylki) and it was Sylki who won by large margin in the end. I suppose mostly they just don't care because it's sci fi and a pairing in a totally unrealistic show, and after Wandavision I guess weird ships are 'in' but yeah it makes you think. But the writers already said they won't give in to the fan pressure bc they have their own story to tell (which ok, valid, you do you) but idk. I guess we will get even more Sylki in second season. Tom already said Loki won't stop searching for her

Sometimes I think casual fans are the most irritating thing about being in a fandom :/

Just as a disclaimer (bc I don’t want people coming for me): I think lokius is really cute, and I love fics/art/headcanons about them, but I never thought they were canonically romantically interested in each other. I never thought lokius was gonna be canon, and I never wanted it to (because I didn’t want ANY romance in the series), so I don’t even include it in my argument against s*lki.

Ok so….. listen. This is gonna be a long ass post, so I’m putting it under a cut. Sorry, anon, but you’re the one that opened the Worm Can.

The viewing public, in general, tends to heavily skew towards heterosexual-presenting ships. Partially because a portion of the general audiences are homophobic, and partially because a lot of non-tumblr fans are so sick of hearing tumblr stans go on and on and on about how they were queerbaited by certain gay ships not becoming canon, when in reality, said ships are trash.

Listen. I sympathise with that. I get that. I know I’m beating a hornet’s nest with this, but…. D*stiel? J*hnlock? St*cky? None of those were written in any way to invoke queer undertones, they were always supposed to be platonic, and tbfh even as platonic relationships the first two are literally toxic and abusive as hell, anyway.

So I definitely understand how a casual straight fan on Twitter or Instagram would see some of those same crazy “we were queerbaited” tumblr stans ranting about lokius not becoming canon and how much s*lki sucks and……. it makes sense that they’d be like “These people are just pissed that their gay ship isn’t canon, that’s why they hate s*lki.”

But here’s the thing. I don’t think those people realise how callous it is to say something like that when the only reason queer kids are so quick to ship any two male characters who express a modicum of affection for one another, is that they’re so fucking starved for representation in the first place, they’re willing to see queer romance in any same-sex interaction. They’re just that desperate. That’s where the whole crazy gay stan thing comes from. And yeah, it’s annoying that these people put their whole chest into defending gay ships that are total trash, but you have to realise why they do it.

So, what I’m saying is, for s*lki shippers- who are already winning, because their straight ship had the privilege of easily becoming canon despite all its flaws- to look at queer people who are frustrated to the point of tears that they were once again conned out of any form of queer rep (for the mcu’s first canon queer character, for gods sake) after actually genuinely being queerbaited this time (with his bisexuality/genderfluidity)….. and to essentially gloat that their straight ship became canon and taunt queer people by saying “oh you’re just desperate for two men to kiss”………… idk, man. It just seems real cold to me. Reeks of straight privilege and heteronormativity.

Ok, so with that being said.. let me respond to your actual ask lol.

I’m not surprised at all that s*lki won the popularity polls. I think a large reason for that is the fact that it was pitted against lokius, which sorta rubs a lot of casual viewers the wrong way for reasons listed above. I’m also not surprised that casual viewers liked it outside of its opposition to lokius- because, um, casual viewers aren’t very smart.

They tend to analyse exactly nothing, they don’t look any deeper than the surface, and if the writers of a show stick a hot man and woman together under a blanket, they eat it up. Because the narrative tells them it’s sweet. Just like the narrative tells them Loki is a greasy asshole who had no character development up until this point, and they eat that up too. Just like the narrative tells them that sylvie’s the best thing since sliced bread, and they eat that up too. Just like the narrative tells them it’s completely in character for Loki to try to subjugate a group of 3 random Mongolians in the middle of the dessert for absolutely no reason other than his “narcissism��, and they eat that up too. Just like the narrative tells them that one throwaway line about liking “a bit of both” is somehow this groundbreaking example of lgbt representation, and they eat that up too……… See the pattern here?

And as far as being concerned about the pseudo-incest angle, I don’t even think casual fans even dug that deep. They literally just saw two main characters- a pretty white woman and a hot white man- doing cool fight scenes together and giving each other goo goo eyes, and they were automatically sold.

And the writers saying “we won’t give in to fan pressure, we have our own story to tell” is honestly complete bullshit. What the hell is the POINT of working for a corporate film company and telling a story on screen if not to please the fans??? They do what they do to get people to watch their shows to get lots of money. That’s literally what they’re there for. Mike Waldron must have a pretty damn inflated sense of self importance if he thinks his own “artistic vision” or what the hell ever is the priority here lmao.

And I wanna be mad about Season 2, I really do. But at this point Season 1 ruined the character so much for me that I legitimately don’t even care what direction they take him in.

#this is probably all over the place and semi-incomprehensible but oh well #sometimes ya just gotta rant #topic: queerbaiting in cinema #loki deserved better #antisylki #anti mike waldron #anti sylvie #@marvel I hate you #anti casual fans #frosty bby #queerbaiting #anti loki series #loki series critical #loki series negativity #ask #anon #language tw

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wannabemobwife · 4 years ago

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Guns, Glamour, and Goodfellas - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: A Little Party Never Killed Nobody

Dad!Mob!Tom Holland x Mom!Mob!Reader

-Pairings: Tom Holland x reader, Parker Holland x Charlotte Owens

-Warnings: Language, Blood, Death, Fighting

-Words: 3.6K

Author note: I really love this chapter. I love all the comments and would appreciate nice constructive criticism (please don't butcher my work lol) if you want. Feel free to leave in the comments or message me directly your feelings while reading the chapter :))

Chapter 3: A Little Party Never Killed Nobody

Word: 3.6K

“Haz are you okay mate?” Tom asked, seeing Haz freak out, they were about to land at Heathrow, on their way back from Dublin.

“No, I just heard from my neighbor that Henry never came home last night. With everything that happened yesterday, I’m just worried. I hope he is not lying in a ditch somewhere.” Harrison explained.

“He probably crashed at ours, everything will be ok.” You said as you comforted Haz. Oh boy, were you wrong.

Back at home, Parker awoke to his impending death once you and Tom, his parents’, find out what happened to their beautiful mansion. One party did all this damage. The curtains were torn down, there was red party cups everywhere and all the liquor bottles were displayed on the table. One amazingly epic party did all that.

“Bloody hell! That’s it I’m dead. I’m dead. I will never be allowed to leave this house ever again.” Parker said to himself. Picking up his phone he noticed 4 missed calls from you. Each one had a message and if there was one thing he knew about you is that you only left more harsh and frantic voice messages the more you called.

He only played the most recent one, you sounded really peeved “PARKER JACKSON HOLLAND! Please call me, I’m worried about you. I can’t get in touch with the staff either. I will be home in 20 mins, you better have a good fucking explanation for everything.” Parker’s eyes nearly flew out of his head when he saw that was sent 15 mins ago. Any moment now he would hear the Rolls pulling into the driveway.

The poor kid could only move so fast, he quickly gathered the liquor bottles and threw them into a plastic trash bag along with all the red solo cups that seem to be multiplying. All the meanwhile corralling all the squatters, from last night, who crashed there. He found some people by the pool and others passed out in the dining room. Running like a madman through the house, he caught a glimpse of what would be the reason for his demise. The door to Tom’s office was open. He swore to god he locked it, someone must’ve broken in. They could’ve taken anything, all the information about the mob was stored in that one tastefully decorated room. Parker quickly shut the door and hoped nothing would happen, he couldn’t live with himself if this one stupid party cost his family their livelihood.

“Rosie? Henry? Where are you guys? Mum and dad will be home any minute, I need your help.” Parker called out throughout the house. He didn’t expect Rosie to show up because of their fight last night, but where the fuck was Henry.

You and Tom pulled up along with Harrison in the black Rolls Royce, coming to a screeching halt. You all walked along the cobble stone path to the two large, intimidating front doors. You all simultaneously freaked out when you saw the door was ajar. Tom and Haz pulled out their guns and made it a priority to keep you safe by shoving you behind them. You all had no idea what you could be walking into.

Tom whispered to Haz to split up, Haz took the East Wing while Tom checked the main rooms. Rounding the corner he could her footsteps.

“Darling, stay behind me. I don’t want you getting hurt,” Tom whispered and you nodded in response.

“On the count of 3. 1, 2, 3,” Tom screamed as he jumped out, holding his gun straight ahead. He found his son disheveled, carrying grocery bags filled with empty beer cans and liquor bottles.

“DON’T SHOOT! DON’T SHOOT! Holy fuck! Dad is that you?” Parker screamed, dropping the bags to the ground, glass shattering and raising his hand up in innocence. Scared for his life her quickly caught his breath when he realized who it was.

“Parker, what the hell? Why the fuck was the door opened…. wait? Did you have a party!?!” Tom thundered as he realized what his son did. His voice gradually growing more furious. Parker just stood there with a shameful look on his face.

“Mum, dad. How was Dublin?” Parker sneaked to quickly change the subject.

“Don’t try to get out this, explain now!” You scolded, just as furious as Tom

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did it, I just needed to blow off steam.” “What the fuck do you think a sorry is going to do? I run a fucking mob, Parker. Are you a fucking idiot? Parker, for fucks sake, anyone could have stolen some information from my office or gotten into the gun room. What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I’m not that much of a div, I locked your office and I don’t know,” Parker explained.

“You’re not as dumb as I thought. Hope you were smart enough to lock the liquor cellar too,” Tom concluded.

“Yeah…about that,” Parker mumbled as Tom ran off to his liquor room. A loud clash and curse sounded throughout the house when he laid his eyes on his ransacked priceless collection.

“Mum, say something?” Parker pleaded with you as you just stood there in silence.

“2 months. You’re grounded for 2 months. No dates or parties, just school and home. I don’t think you understand how lucky you are that nothing serious happened here.” You said, your voice drenched with disappointment. “I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been thinking about what dad and you asked me and —” Parker whispered as he was soon cut off by Haz walking in.

“Did you find Henry?” Haz interrupted.

“No, I’m going to check upstairs. Will you check on Tom?” Harrison nodded as you ascended the staircase. Making your way through the halls, coming upon Rosie’s room.

“Roo, honey you awake?” You said walking into Rosie’s room

“AHHHH! Oh my fucking god! Rosie!” You screamed at the sight in front of you. Your sweet, slightly bad tempered daughter asleep with a boy in her bed.

“Darling? You alright?” Tom yelled from downstairs after hearing your scream.

“Mum, what are you doing here?” Rosie exclaimed frantically.

“Hi, Y/N.” Henry whispered, praying he wasn’t going to be berated. You were a mother figure to him after his own mother left his father and never looked back. “This is my house and hi Henry. What the fuck is Henry doing here in you bed? What the fuck are you doing here?” You questioned bouncing between the two of them to get some answers.

“I can explain. But, firstly are you gonna tell dad?” Rosie inquired.

“The fact that he is already fuming downstairs, no. Not right now. And please explain, you have 5 seconds, but first you need to get Henry out of here.”

“Thank you mom, I just don’t —.“

“Ehh, eh, eh! Shut it, I’ll deal with you later,” you barked.

“Henry, I suggest you take the window and your dad is looking for you,” you said.

“Shit! Thanks Y/N… I mean Mrs. Holland” Henry said as you shot him a glare.

The moment Henry was in the clear, Tom barged in with his gun in hand. Someone needs to tell this man to put it down. All morning he has been traumatically scarring his kids for life, first with Parker and now Rosie.

“What? Is everyone all right? I heard a scream.” Tom exclaimed out of breath.

“Umm, yeah. I just saw a spider.�� You stuttered.

“Oh love, you can kill a man in cold blood but can’t handle an itty bitty spider,” Tom joked as he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“You're afraid of them too, Thomas.” You quipped with a side eye. If looks could kill, yours definitely would.

“And for you missy, you’re grounded along with your brother.” Tom said, looking down on Rosie. “Me? What did I do?” Rosie asked in a high pitched voice. “You attended this party correct? And since this is also your house, you threw it by association. Am I right?” Tom inquired.

“I guess so,” Rosie huffed.

The twin’s exile was worse than they prepared for. Not only were they responsible for cleaning up the entire mess but they were given a list of chores to complete. This was no ordinary list. It was devised by you and Tom along with inputs from the maids and capos.

On it read:

Wash the Rolls

Clean the guns

Reorganize the pantry

Mow the lawn

Re-order all stolen liquor and stock the liquor room

Drain the pool, clean the pool, fill the pool back up again…

The list was never-ending. Each task more pointless than the next. It went on forever. The household staff was happy for their load was to be lessen for a couple weeks, unlike the kids. Harrison even forced Henry to partake in the chores.

The kids were only a couple days into their quarantine and were already going stir crazy. Parker was having withdrawals from Charlotte, missing her even more. The boy was whipped for her, really smitten. They would talk the night away. Some nights never getting any shut eye as their conversations would prolong hours.

Parker couldn’t believe this was where he was now. One night of unadulterated juvenile fun equated to 2 months of misery. Today was Charlotte’s birthday and he was supposed to take her to the London Eye on a surprise birthday trip, but all his plans were ruined the moment his parents came home and grounded his sorry ass.

“I can’t believe your parents grounded you. Assholes.” Charlotte said over the phone, fuming he couldn’t celebrate with her.

“I can’t go babe. I really wish I could but I’m grounded for life remember.” Parker said, the cold shoulder Tom and you had been giving him was killing him.

“Parker its my birthday. You have to come,” Charlotte pleaded

“There’s no chance in hell I’m allowed to leave.”

“Geez you just threw a party, it’s not like you killed someone,” Charlotte added. He might as well have. If he killed someone he wouldn’t be burdened with this punishment, probably praised instead, carrying on the family tradition.

“Just sneak out. Come on, we are all going to this nightclub downtown. It’s gonna be awesome. And I’m such a good girlfriend, I can’t let you miss it.” Charlotte pleaded.

“Alright, Char you wore me down.”

“I knew it. Pick you up at 11 tonight.”

“Park around the block, I’m going to have to climb out my window. Remember my house is like a fortress.” Parker said. He wasn’t lying.

Meanwhile, Tom was in and out of meetings in his office all day. He received one odd phone call in particular from his dad, Dominic Holland. “Hi dad, how are you” Tom said as he picked up the phone.

“I’m fine son, so how did the talk with Parker go. I’m excited to teach him all my mobster tricks,” Dom exclaimed. “Actually dad, he reacted like I did.”

“Oh well, he will come around just like you did” Dom said encouragingly.

“I don’t know if he will. Anyway it wouldn’t be so bad if he had his own path in life.” Tom murmured trying to stick up for his son’s decision.

“Tom, you know what will happen to this family if that happens,” Dom yelled.

“I know dad. I just don’t want him to feel trapped, like you did to me,” Tom exclaimed growing more annoyed by the minute.

“What I did to you got you to where you are today. Your life is thanks to me son and don’t you forget it,” Dom said with a stern, menacing voice.

“Understood sir,” Tom quipped. “Maybe Parker needs a push, in the right direction.” “Dad, I swear to god, don’t fucking do anything. Y/N and I are handling this” Tom yelled. “We’ll see how that turns out” Dom ended the phone call. Leaving Tom frustrated that his father sees him as his own puppet.

The night soon fell and Parker’s plan had been put into motion. He bribed a few of the Tom’s men with his allowance to let him sneak past. He jumped out the window, carefully walked on the roof as to not slip and make any noise. Finally on the ground, he scaled the iron fence to be met with Charlotte’s ice blue eyes. She was dressed in a pink party dress that hugged her figure perfectly.

“Wow princess, you look *chef’s kiss. Happy birthday baby,” Parker said while making his way back to the ground.

“Thanks doll. Now come on, before someone catches us,” she yelled whilst hopping into her silver Mercedes.

Arriving at the nightclub, everything was in full swing for 11 o’clock at night. Parker, Charlotte and her other friends were treated like royalty the moment Parker let his name slip.

“Right this way Mr. Holland and I will have someone bring you a bottle of champagne, on the house of course,” the hostess said as she sat them at their table.

“Oooo fancy, you should drop your name more often,” Charlotte whispered in Parker’s ear.

“Oh it was nothing, love.” Parker said while pouring himself and Charlotte a glass of bubbly. “Seriously Parker, how’d you do this? If I didn’t know any better I’d say your dad owned the club or something,” Charlotte said dumbfounded, causing Parker to choke on his champagne at her remark.

It was amazing what power could do. Having enough power to make your enemies disappear was unimaginable. Parker knew what turning down his father meant. He would have the name and the look of a Holland, but he wouldn’t be one anymore.

How could he give all that up. He enjoyed his cushy lifestyle. Sure it was day after day of worrying about your image but, he felt as though he belonged in that world. How could he go on being a kid for two more years knowing there was a metaphorical expiration date on his life.

He desperately wanted to want to be like them, his family. You, his mother, are the strongest person he knows. Having you in his life keeps him grounded, literally at the moment. Also his dad, Tom is a very loving and amazing father. He was there at all the football games (English football) cheering him on and at the spelling bees, also when he felt his first heartbreak, Tom was there.

Family has been the one constant in his life. Now it was being eclipsed by power, a power that could ruin lives or affect change. Turning his back on his family means they would never get see his future.

No one would be there at his graduation from college or when he first child was born, only Charlotte would be there. The girl he hoped to marry and have his kids. He couldn’t give up his future with her, no way. Parker eyes glanced at her, mesmerized by her beauty. He thought to himself, “This was it. This, she is all I’ll ever need, my princess.”

Most of Parker’s pet names for Charlotte were derived from Tom. He had heard his dad refer to his mother as: princess, queen, doll, darling, love. The list goes on. As long as Parker had his princess he knew he would be ok.

They danced the night away. Song after song. Feeling like the only two people in the room. Getting more drunk as the night progressed and other guests started to fizzle out. Leaving Charlotte and Parker alone on the dance floor.

“Char, I think it’s about time we head home. We are the only people left,”

Parker chuckled.

“Just two more songs please,” she muttered with her head nuzzled by his neck.

“It’s two hours til sunrise!” Parker exclaimed.

“Just a little while longer, I don’t want this moment to end.” “Me neither baby, I want to stay in your arms forever” Parker said. In a moment of love, coupled with champagne and a few tequila shots, Parker whispered, “We should get married.”

“What? Are you serious? Do you mean now or in like 5 years?” Charlotte asked as her voice slowly diminished

“Umm… yes and now. I love you,” Parker murmured. “YES! I will marry you!” Charlotte exclaimed pulling her boyfriend into a deep, passionate kiss. Parker’s dream was coming true and all he had to do was leave his family.

Just then a group of tall, stocky men, all dressed in black, funneled through the door of the club. They didn’t bother with sitting down, they just stood there blocking the only exit.

One of the men spoke up, “Parker Holland? I have a message for you.”

“Can’t it wait til morning, just tell him I’m sorry and he can ground me even longer,” Parker replied thinking the message was from Tom.

“It’s not that kind of message,” all the noise drifted away as the other man drew his gun. Both Charlotte and Parker grew tense at the sight of his pistol.

“Charlotte, get behind me,” Parker whispered, scared for both their lives.

“Boy, it’s not from your daddy,” said the leader of the men. “Do you know who my father is? He will have all of your heads if you so as much lay a finger on me,” Parker responded

“So the girl is up for grabs?” “Charlotte, RUN!” Parker Screamed

“Eh, not so fast. I’m going to enjoy this one.” The guy said, seizing Charlotte in his grip and motioning for this associates to grab Parker. Two arms holding Parker back from protecting Charlotte.

“LET GO OF ME! CHARLOTTE!”

“Why you hanging out this rift raft? I’m sorry but he needs to atone for his mistakes.” “Parker..” Charlotte whimpered.

“Such a pretty girl and such a waste” the man snickered as he pressed the gun into her abdomen. Tears slipped down her face as she felt the cool metal against her.

BANG

It was the shot heard round the room. Everything stood quiet as Charlotte collapsed to the floor. The leader of the men shouted he need a drink. “NOOOOO! ” Parker screamed as he was let go and raced to Charlotte’s side

“Hey, hey, baby look at me. Look at me,” Parker said as tears flooded down his face.

“I’m sorry, we should’ve left.” Charlotte whispered with labored breaths while blood poured out of her wound. “Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Parker cried while rubbing his thumb on her cheek. Blood pooled around them and he could only be focused on one thing, the love of his life dying in his arms. “Parker, it hurts so much,” Charlotte cried. The pain was mind-numbing. Threatening the life inside her.

“I know, love. Just keep your eyes on me love, keep’em open”

“I’m so tired Parker… I want my last words to you to be I love you. I love you ok? So much.” she whispered, then broke into a coughing fit. Blood filling her mouth and running down her chin, scaring Parker.

“Don’t, don’t fucking start that now you, hear me. You’re gonna be fine, we’re gonna get married and have kids and grow old together,” Parker exclaimed as her eyes threatened to shut.

“You said yes, Char. You have to be okay. You said yes. I asked you to marry me and you said yes.” Parker cried as tears refused to stop coming. Charlotte’s eyes growing more and more to a close.

“Please, don’t leave me baby. Charlotte don’t leave me. Don’t fucking close your eyes. You hear me. Don’t.” And with that, the hand Parker held so close to his heart was limp. Her eyes had closed and heart stopped beating. She was gone.

“No! No, no no, hey hey hey, come on, come on baby stay with me. Stay with me please.”

“Wake up, darling. Please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Just come back to me baby. , I need you,” Parker whimpered. He burst into a fit of sobs and hugged her close to his body, not wanting to let her go because then it all became real.

The woman who changed his life, no longer walked this earth. The love of his life was gone. All the bubbling life inside of her, vanished like it had never existed in the first place. Parker’s demeanor flipped like a switch. His sadness became infused with anger, he was out for blood.

“You bastards! Why did you do that? She had nothing to do with this?” Parker thundered as blood coated his knuckles. “I’m sorry kid, but it had to be done” The leader spoke.

In a fit of rage, Parker grabbed the empty champagne bottle and smashed it over one of the guy’s heads, knocking the muscular guy unconscious.

“Big mistake, kid. Thought you were smarter than that.” The leader said as he stood in front of Parker and delivered him a swift punch to the jaw, flooring Parker.

“She really wasn’t enough of a message? Want her death to be in vain?” He spat as he kicked Parker in the stomach.

Several kicks followed, two more to the stomach, one to the groin and one final blow to the head, demobilizing Parker. He laid on the ground coughing up blood, trying to gather enough strength to get home.

He looked once more over to the girl he had loved, lifeless with a whole in stomach, knowing if it weren’t for him she would still be alive. Charlotte was the only thing on his mind as he succumbed to all the pain and everything faded to darkness.

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#tom holland #tom holland imagines #tom holland series #tom holland fanfic #tom holland mob au #tom holland au #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #Dad!Mob!Tom Holland #Mob!Tom #mobster #Mob!tom holland x reader #mob!tom x reader

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heavensenthearty · 4 years ago

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i was just thinking about how people who think zutara is "dark and intriguing" would not survive the cruel prince fandom lmao. like if they can't comprehend the idea of two people, who were once enemies, becoming close friends and then forming a relationship several years later... i'm pretty sure they would combust at the idea of two people being attracted to each other while also wanting the other dead. sorry this is kinda random haha, you're one of the few people i follow also in book fandoms

Oh, my gosh! A, do not apologize, I was having a godawful night and your ask made me laugh when I needed it the most! 💖💖💖

And yeah, I totally get what you mean. I don't know how puritans survive in a world where The Folk of the Air trilogy (or even the Shatter Me series) exist! (I would include the All for the game trilogy, but that one is mlm and... you know the double standards)

Like, the main couples from those books start out actively trying to kill/imprison each other while they're legit thinking how perfect, and horribly gorgeous the other is; while they admit aloud that they are thinking about each other often and how "disgusting" that is but they can't stop; and while they are... KISSING, for God's sake! They are telling each other "I hate you" while kissing and right after holding a knife to one another's throat!!

And the craziest part is that there are fictional couples in books and other media that aren't even enemies-to-lovers but have much "darker" elements than what puritans could handle!

Childhood friends-to-lovers where one of them renounced to their SOUL because their feelings for their best friend were interfering with their greater problems, anyone? (Huh, that reminds me of someone else entirely 🤔) (Just that, in this case, they did let go of their attachments.)

Or how about the bully romance trope, the one that has the word bully upfront in its name? The one where it's clearly stated is not even that the protagonists have different ideals, it's just that one of them simply is an asshole?

Maybe it is that we put the bar too high, but compared to those, I think the ship in which the two parts solved their differences and became close friends without explicitly approaching the romantic lane in canon... is pretty much a sweetheart 🤷🏽‍♀️💖

People is so obsessed with their own interpretations of fiction and their claims of higher morality, they're plainly self-absorbed. Just today I saw a viral tweet of someone saying "I think I like enemies-to-lovers but I run away from m/f enemies-to-lovers because guys who hurt women are trash".

Does Twitter even realize how INSENSITIVE that sounds to people in same-gender abusive relationships?! And why they jump so fast to think a man would be the strongest part there, huh? Is it because women are supposed to be the good, pretty, helpless heroines... or because men simply can't be harmed by a girl? (The male survivors of abuse might defer.)

All these arguments come from sexist rethorics, and they don't care to learn that enemies-to-lovers is about two people with opposing ideas and motivations fighting with similar levels of ability and strength on a even field. In fact, it's about them developing respect for one another. It's about them seeing each other at their worst and growing to love them from there!

Oh, yes, so much darkness™️ around here.

#zutara #atla #katara #zuko #anti kataang #enemies to friends to lovers #enemies to lovers #angel answers 🤍

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recurring-polynya · 3 years ago

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Hey this is for our Redhead's bday. Its like a fluff and angst with a happy ending. Is it possible to make a Renruki based on Hanahaki disease? Do you know about this fanfic trope? Its like a person who doesn't know or think their love is requited, will cough up petals. They can only be saved with a confession or accept that they cannot be together with their love interest. I don't want it to sound too morbid. Let me know if its possible.

Wikipedia description for better understanding:

Hanahaki Disease is a fictional disease where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs, which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible if left untreated. There is no set time for how long this disease lasts but it may last from 2 weeks to 3 months, in rare cases up to 18 months, until the victim dies unless the feelings are returned or the plants are surgically removed. There is also no set flower that blossoms in the lungs but it may be the enamoured’s favourite flower or favourite colour. Hanahaki can be cured through surgical removal of the plants' roots, but this excision also has the effect of removing the patient's capacity for romantic love. It may also erase the patient’s feelings for and memories of the enamoured. It can also be cured by the reciprocation of the victim's feelings. These feelings cannot be feelings of friendship but must be feelings of genuine love. The victim may also develop Hanahaki Disease if they believe the love to be one-sided but once the enamoured returns the feelings, they will be cured. In some literature, other symptoms can be fever, uncontrollable shaking, loss of appetite, low body temperature, and hallucinations. Even after curing, with or without surgery, there can be irreversible damage to the lungs and, although very rare, in some cases the disease cannot be cured.

Ha ha ha, of course I have heard of Hanahaki disease, my brain is 100% rotted by fanfic.

I. hate. Hanahaki disease. It is probably my #1 most hated trope, up there with every single soulmate thing that treats love like some sort of inescapable destiny and strips the characters of any agency. To me, falling in love may be more or less involuntary, but the choice of whether or not to pursue it is the very crux of romance.

In any case, I was just going to... not do this one, except that I walked around mad for half a day and then wrote this up in, like, two hours. This sounds terrible, but this is actually an ideal day for a writer! I am really happy with how it came out! Thanks for the prompt!! I mean this with absolute sincerity!

Warning: Bad language, because Renruki aren’t any happier about any of this than I am.

Read on ao3 or ff.net

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“How the fuck,” asked Rukia, “did you get that into my house?”

Sitting on Byakuya’s good tea table was a heavy green glass bottle of Rukongai’s worst rotgut. And two saucers.

Sitting cross legged and cross on the other side of the table was Abarai Renji.

“I told the captain it was necessary. Sit down.”

Usually, Rukia would take being ordered around like that as an invitation to call him names, but there was something angry and serious in Renji’s tone, so she sat instead, and let Renji pour each of them a saucer of something that smelled like lamp oil. Silently, they tossed back their drinks.

“You want to tell me what this is about?” Rukia asked as Renji refilled.

Without speaking, Renji pulled a carefully folded handkerchief out of his kosode and slid it across the table.

Rukia’s hands clenched into fists.

“Go ahead,” Renji said offhandedly, sipping his sake.

She didn’t want to. She knew what it would be. But she did it anyway, reached over and flipped open the handkerchief to reveal a handful of mangled, half-rotted flower petals. Hot rage ran through her veins. “Are you going through my trash now?” she demanded.

“No, I asked the captain to,” Renji replied coolly. “I assume he had someone do it for him, but he didn’t say.”

“Fuck you,” Rukia snapped.

Renji stared at her, his eyes cold and angry. “That night we camped in Hueco Mundo. Before we caught up with Ichigo and the others. You coughed up half a camellia and a good inch of stem in your sleep. I… figured we had more pressing concerns at the time, but I asked your brother to keep an eye on you after we got home.”

Rukia took a gulp of her drink. “Well, congratulations, Detective Abarai, you cracked the case. You’re so smart that I’m sure you know how these things end, so we don’t need to discuss it.”

Renji squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and then opened them again. “It doesn’t… it doesn’t have to be a death sentence, you know?”

“It’s complicated,” Rukia grumbled. “I��m not explaining it to you, but it’s not… solvable, and I can’t… I won’t give up. Not this time.”

“I didn’t mean that,” Renji continued, his voice quieter. “There are ways to… manage it. Live with it.”

Rukia’s brows furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s a disease of the soul, y’know, not the body, which is why humans don’t get it. With a strong enough will, you can keep it in check. The key, the thing that really lets it get ahold of your lungs, is when you start to lose hope.”

“You want me to live in denial, then?”

“No, not quite. But there’s some… techniques. We live a really long time, Rukia. Things may seem one way now, but… but who’s to say how they’ll be in sixty or seventy years, right? I mean, it’s not easy, but if you can imagine sort of… jarring up your feelings and packing them away for later.”

“Like pickles.”

“Yeah, like pickles.”

Rukia finished her saucer and reached for the bottle.

“Another thing that works sometimes is to try to…” Renji gestured helplessly. “Reframe it. I’m sure you’ve read poems about courtly love.”

Rukia made a face. “I fail to see how reading old-timey thirst poetry about wasting away from wanting to sleep with someone else’s wife is going to help anything.”

Renji’s face took on a pained cast. “Yeah, I guess some of them are like that. But being in love with someone who doesn’t love you back doesn’t mean your life is...meaningless. There can be something really beautiful and noble and sorta romantic in and of itself about loving with no hope of reciprocation. That you can still be of… of service to a person, even if they never notice you.”

“Renji, that’s fucking nonsense,” Rukia informed him, topping up his drink as well. “Where do you get these ideas?”

“Or you can just really absorb yourself in some goal. Be so busy you don’t have time to worry about love. Time passes quickly when--”

“Renji, just stop. I know you’re trying to help, but I’m… I’m sick and no amount of made-up wishful thinking is going to make me better.”

Renji’s face rapidly cycled through a number of emotions, like he kept coming up with things to say and then biting his tongue instead. “It’s not fucking made up, okay? People have lived with it for years, you know. Decades. Fuck, Rukia do you know selfish this is?”

“‘Selfish’?” Rukia echoed incredulously. The alcohol was starting to hit, and it made her feel unmoored, a raft floating in a sea of her own grief and anger. What did he know anyway? He was married to his job and his duty. The truest companion, the most generous soul, so free with his heart to everyone he called friend, but he didn’t know jack shit about being in love. Renji was the most transparent person in Soul Society. If he had ever fallen in love, it would have been public knowledge. Maybe his heart didn’t even work that way. What the Hell did he know?

“Yeah,” Renji spat back. “Selfish and cruel. How can you love someone-- even if they don’t love you back-- and-- and-- let yourself die from it? What kind of a monster would do that? You can hold on, Rukia. You’re so strong, I know you can. Just… just listen to me, for once. I can help you.”

Rukia felt her eyes burning, so she grabbed the bottle and took a long drink from it until her whole face burned. “Fuck. Off,” she replied, slamming it down on the table.

“I won’t,” Renji growled. “Ichigo cares a lot for you and it would kill him, Rukia, you hear me? You can’t do this to him, or-- or the rest of us, either.”

Rukia stared at Renji uncomprehendingly. The room was starting to swim. “What the fuck does any of this have to do with Ichigo?” She suddenly felt very tired, so she folded her arms and put her head down on them. “You fucking dumbass.”

#renji's birthday 2k21 #my writing #why isn't there a camellia emoji?? i used hibiscuses because they kinda look like camellias but imagine they are camellias #i think the primary driver behind me writing this was just an excuse to get back on my camellia bullshit

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zuffer-weird-girl · 5 years ago

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Overhaul and reader from 1-A (part 2)

I FUCKING TOLD YOU ALL I WAS GOING TO OUT THIS IN HERE. TOOK LONGER THAN EXPECTED? HELL YEAH BUT IS HERE.

You played with the card in your fingers nervously as you numbly stared at it.

A loud bang on the door made you yelp and almost throw the card away.

"HEY FUCKING DUMBASS CLASS IS ABOUT TO FUCKING START GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE!" Bakugou yelled from the other side as he banged furiously on your door.

"Geez Bakugou come on you sound like a police officer going to arrest (Y/N)!" Said Mina as she probably wss trying to stiffle her laughter.

"Come on bro mister Aizawa said only to call her, not to explode her door." Said Kirishima as he probably was trying his nmbest to calm the blonde down as you heard Kaminari and Sero laughter.

You stared at your door and giggled nervously before opening it, and just in time Bakugou mumbled a 'fucking finally' as he stormed his way out.

"What was that?" You asked looking at Mina who only smirked as Kirishima started to lead you to class.

"Mister Aizawa called us to bring you to him. Said he wanted to talk with you."

"Oooh! What have you done for that (Y/N)?" Asked Mina teasingly while you only rolled your eyes.

You looked at the watch and noticed it was already eleven p.m and you wondered how your tired teacher was still up...

Fucking insonia (Y/N)

But then your heart seemed to stop along with your whole blood system at remembering his voice echoing in the back of your head.

You only had one hour to contact them...

"A-ah... actually I need to... u-uh..." you twirled around, which made the baku squad look at you in wonder.

"I-I need to call my... m-my parents! They said they were worried about me sleeping on the school grounds, so c-can you please tell Aizawa-sensei if I can talk with him tommorow instead?" They looked at you before changing glances at each other, finally they smiled, showing their understatement.

You thanked them and runned to your room, locking the door as you desperately picked your phone and tiped the numbers with trembling fingers.

The phone ranged for a few seconds and you felt a knot forming in your throat when someone finally picked up, a raspy voice.

"What's your deal?"

"I-I-I... U-uh..." what was his name again?

"Are you fucking joking? Whoever is the little punk calling to make a prank I WiLL KiLL IT For MakiNg JoKes On ThE YakUsa-!" You flinched at the shout coming from your phone as you putted away from your ear's sake.

"I-I-! Sorry! Sorry! It just that s-someone gave me this phone a-and he asked for me to call it since he was the boss o-or something! O-Overhaul I-I guess? I'm sorry!"

The voice quieted down as he calmly asked for you to wait a moment.

What a sudden change of humor...

"Why, isn't this interesting?" The familiar voice spoked through the call, which made you shiver at hearing the stranger vouce again and so close to your ear.

"You let for calling me on the last minute." He paused, emiting a sound that reminded you of a scoff "Not very much pontual, right? We will need to correct that..."

"I-I didn't even say what is my decision." You spoke while rubbing your sweaty palms on your bed.

"Is that so? You have literally 15 minutes to tell me dear student." The voice spoked in false amusement.

Your silence was a signal for him to start making what he did best.

Manipulating.

"Aren't you tired of this? Being classified by numbers and strenght of your quirks between, dare I say, colleagues? And imagine if you do end up as a hero. Everyone who you study with will challenge and compete against each other to surpass the tittle of being number one or to at least have a good ranking..."

You thought for a moment... he wasn't lying, how many times did you caught Bakugou fighting with Midoriya about being better than him?

"Judging by your silence I was correct." He sounded even pleased at his accomplishment.

"You're quite the smug type aren't you Overhaul?" You said, sounding a bit more irritated then pretended.

"And you are quite the interrogator one in here..." he said in mockness.

"Seriously, there's so many people you can try to recruit, why a student of a hero course even caught your attention? Aren't you a villain?"

"Are you deaf by any chance? Or just has a serious problem on your earring?" He sighed, clearly already not with just as much pacience he had before "I saw this ridiculous sport festival in your sick school, and saw the potential you carry. Why put yourself under trash when you can be under someone who is looking for a cure for this sick world filled with the hero syndrome? Let me be your leader and tutor, and I can show you how explendid and valuable you can be for the yakusa."

Silence between you two was implanted, although you could feel the beating of your heart pouding in your ears.

"And if I say n-no?"

"Ever heard of what the yakusa is capable of? We have our own methods to get what we desire... And I'm sure you wouldn't want any of your close friends or even family to get hurt now would you?"

You froze, how can this man be so cruel..?

"Not to sound too annoying and rude now, but you have only one minute to tell me your answer U.A student... your time is ticking."

"W-What?!"

"Ah. Actually, you have now ten seconds before I send my subordinates to take care of your loved ones. Ten."

"N-No wait! Please!"

"Nine."

"Please don't do this!"

"Eight. Seven."

"You can't be serious please! They don't have anything with this!"

"Six. Five. Four..."

"Overhaul!"

"Three. Two..."

"OK I WILL JOIN YOU JUST OLEASE DONT DO THIS!" you cried, gripping tightly on your cellphone as your tears fell on the sheets of your bed.

"Wonderful. Tommorow some papers will be delivered at your dorm. You will get out of U.A and follow a man called Chronostasis. He will lead you to where you will be living now."

You hummed, still trying to contain your sobs

Why you of all people..?

"Pleasure doing bussines with you (Y/N). I look forward to see you tomorrow pn the evening." He said coldly before finishing the call.

You layed on your stomach, crying your eyes out in your pillow, dreading the way your life would drastically change after tommorow.

"WHAT?! WHY?!" The deku squad yelled, except Todoroki who only carried a woried look, after you delivered the news of you changing suddenly the school.

"M-My parents asked me to do it.. Not enough money in my house so I will have to helo them..."

Ochaco seemed even more hurt at these words, as she bringed you to a crushing hug, accidentally using her quirk on you and making you float a little.

"(Y/N)-chan! Please let us talk with them!" Said Midoriya, bot even a bit shy but instead with confidence and determination on his eyes "I'm sure if we talk to them they will see how this is inportant for you!" Tsuyu nodded with a 'kero'at the green haired boy words.

"Yes, I'm sure they would understand. You worked hard to be on the hero course of U.A after all!" Iida said moving his hands dramatically.

"They don't have the right to order something like that." Said sternly Todoroki placing a hand on your shoulder bringing you down to the ground as Uraraka apologized.

"Guys... Thanks for this, but trust me, its for the be-"

"(Y/N)." Called a man with white hair and white hoddie aproaching.

"Chronostasis. Let's go." He whispered close to you, making you shiver in fear.

"(Y/N)-chan? Who is that?" Midoriya approached, placing a protective hand on your shoulder as he stared up at the unknown man.

Chrono merely glared down at the green boy as he lied.

"Not that it is your bussines anyway. But I'm their sibbling. Now, dont you all have classes to go or something?"

"(Y/N) is that true?" Asked Uraraka worriedly as Iida mention to her as if making the same question.

"You never told us you had a older brother." Todoroki murmured.

"Personal life out of the school, congrats for only noticing that now. Now let's go." Said clearly irritated Chrono as you sighed sadly and sayed your good byes to them.

Midoya continue to stare thhe pare until they left the school grounds and left the gates with a sick feeling on his stomach.

Something wasn't right...

You got out of the car and nervously followed the man through the house.

"Made a good job on not giving them much information. Overhaul will appreciate that." The man said oppening one door for you to enter.

You took a couple of steps and your heart seemed to have vrashed in a billions pisses as your soul threatened to leave your body in fear as you saw the man which you were fearing ever since the moment you locked gazes with him.

"Glad to see you again... my protege." Said coldly Overhaul, sitting in his couch, motioning for you to sit in front of him and a table where it was leaved a white plague mask.

"Welcome to the Shie Hassaikai."

It took me three days... FINALLY HERE.

#overhaul x reader #overhaul scenario #fanfic overhaul #chisaki kai imagine scenario #kai chisaki x reader #chisaki kai x reader #bnha imagine #bnha x reader #bnha characters #bnha villains #bnha #bnha villains x reader #overhaul #chisaki kai #my writing #zuffer writings

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lunatunacat-14 · 5 years ago

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This was requested by MeatballsAreYummy on wattpad I hope they enjoy this!!♡

>[Warning: bad language/Cussing, mentioned suicide attempt, very lazy and rushed, not edited]

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"Get the hell away from me you abomination!!!"

Error, the fearless Destroyer of worlds yelled at some harmless cat. The glitches covering his eyes, rendering him blind at the moment. As his blue strings were hanging helplessly from his finger tips. The cat instead of listening, continued to trot closer to the black skeleton. Meowing complaints at him, as it did.

You see earlier he was doing his job, destroying another pointless AU. But he somehow got distracted, and this monotone colored cat with yellow-red eyes. Took the chance to paw at his leg, and of course startling the Destroyer in response. Howling up at the skeleton, obviously wanting something. Error just jumped away from the wild creature, tieing it up in his blue strings. He was intending on killing the thing straight up, but the voices yelled at him to not kill the cat. And he really didn't want a headache just because, he killed some stupid cat. So he put the thing down and told it to just go away, it didn't. Just like that worthless Protector, it just didn't leave him alone. Part of him liked the attention, but the other part didn't.

So that is where we are now.

The cat look at Error with an annoyed look, its tail flickering around to match its mood. Though Error couldn't see to well with the glitches in his face.

It suddenly grabbed one of the stray strings with its mouth and pulled on it. It didn't do much to move the glitch, but he did feel the pull from his string.

"What the fuck do you want cat!!"

Error yelled, very clearly not happy to be bothered by this animal. Couldn't it just go bother someone else?

The cat only meowed in response, Error groaning. Obviously this was going to be much harder then he thought. Wait, why doesn't he just kill it again? Oh right, the voices. Speaking of voices, here they are now.

Maybe it wants food?

How about you give it something to eat?

I suggest you try giving the cat some food Error, maybe I'll leave you alone if you feed it?

Some helpful voices gave Error the idea of maybe feeding the cat. What does a cat eat anyway? Chocolate? He likes chocolate so why wouldn't the cat, was what the Destroyer thought. He could hear the fant complaints of the voices, he decided to ignore them.

The cat meowed impatiently, pulling on one of the blue strings again. Error looked down at the cat, feeling around in his pockets to see if he still had chocolate in them. He did, so he pealed the rapper and put it in front of the cats face.

"What about this? Do you like chocolate?"

The cat sniffed the chocolate, before meowing up at Error again. This cat thankfully wasn't an idiot, and didn't want the chocolate. Much to the voices relief.

Error was a little disappointed, but more chocolate for him he guessed as he eat the chocolate himself. He wasn't going to let this go to waste. Now to find this cat something I'll eat, he thought.

Error eventually got the cat something to eat, he didn't know what it was. But the cat seemed happy. Though when it finished, it still didn't leave him alone. It just followed him around, even to other AUs. Right now they were in outertale.

Error was angrily knitting some mini blue scarf, while the cat was rolling around in the grass nearby. Sometimes nibbling on it as well. Error thought that it was kinda cute but he would never admit to anyone, not even the cat.

It didn't take the cat long to get bored and run back to Error, meowing as it lightly pawed at his thigh. Error didn't glitch out too badly, thankfully.

"What do you want now cat?"

Error said, never looking away from his work. The monotone cat didn't like the lack of attention. So it jumped straight into Errors lap, the ladder flinching. Not expecting the cat to do such an action.

Through Errors shock, the cat spun around before laying down. Purring softly. Though he didn't know that.

The Destroyer started glitching at the contact, and the weird sound it was making. Glitches began to fill his eyes again.

What is that sound? Why is the cat vibrating? Is it having a soul attack? And many other questions alike went through his head. The voices laughing at his ignorance.

Don't worry Error, the cat is fine.

Yeah, it's only purring because its happy!!

Purring? Happy? Error thought confused, that is the sound the cat is making. The glitches calm down, at knowing that the cat was indeed not going to explode and was simply just happy.

That makes sense he guesses, but the cat being happy near him. Now that is a laugh, who or what would ever be happy about being near him of all monsters. Though the thought of something even being remotely happy near him, made him smile a little. As he continues on with the mini scarf he was making.

Which thankfully didn't take long to make, considering how small it was now what to do with it? He thought for a second before his mismatched eyes landed on the seemingly sleeping cat on his lap. Maybe it would like it? With that he softly poked the cat, it meowing a yawn as it looked up at Error. It's yellow-red eyes looking into Errors, though it soon looked at what he was holding. The Destroyer let the cat sniff the scarf he just made, before he put it on the little monochrome cat.

The cat softly patted at the end of the scarf, it deeming the scaf to be okay and safe. It laying back down, purring softly as it closed its eyes. Blepping happily.

Error couldn't help but Aww, though he stopped himself quickly from doing so. There was no way he was going to show this side of him. He would never hear the end of it if the squid somehow found out, let alone the cat. Maybe he should find a place where it could hide if it really did want to stay with him, because he knew that the anti-void would not be a good place for an animal. Error began to subconsciously pet the cat, which it very much liked. So when he did notice, he just kept petting it. Though the contact wasn't that pleasent, it made the cat happy. So he could ignore it.

Maybe having something to take care of wasn't going to be so bad, the Destroyer thought. A very small smile on his face, as the little cat purred.

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Error groaned as he came back from another pointless battle to keep the balance, god he hated his job. The blood shed, the torture, the insults, everything. If he could end his life he would, but he couldn't even do that right. One of his hands faintly touched his neck, flashes of when he first attempted. It didn't go as planned. One of Nightmares goons found him and brought him back to the castle. Error would be lieing if he said he didn't miss being with them a little. They didn't treat him like trash.

But none of that is important now, he had his little Mistake. Which he had eventually called the cat. He enjoyed the animals company, and hes sure the cat feels the same.

One thing he learned was how much the cat enjoyed playing with his blue strings, and sometimes it would even play fetch. He remembers the first time they played, it was honestly a surprise to Error.

It was a normal day for the two, Error was just knitting mindlessly. While the cat or rather Mistake was messing around with some rock it found. They both were chilling in Outertale, as that is where Error decided to stay for the sake of the animal next to him. He couldn't circum this animal to that kind of torture, that the anti-void was. Though he does worry someone will figure out hes here, especially the Star sanses. Error groans just thinking about them, blueberry was okay. But I only him. The other two he didn't really like, especially Ink. Oh how he hated him.

He began to struggle with his knitting needles, his hands shaking out of anger as he thought about how annoying his enemy was and still is. How idiotic, he didn't understand how people even liked him. He was just using everyone for his own sick game, that stupid, soulless freak!

The Destroyer screeched out of anger, as he lunged his knitting needles forward. Glitching harshly. Though his anger was soon put aside when pet felt the cat paw at him, one of the needles in its mouth. Putting it down in front of Error, it's pupils dilated with excitement. As its tail swing around playfully. It definitely was a cute but confusing. Did it want him to throw the needle? He picked it up, him noticing the cat backing up and getting into a half pounce pose.

"Do you want this?"

Error asked the cat shaking the needle, before throwing it again. The cat chasing after it will a meow, before bringing it back to Error. They continued doing this for a while, though eventually Error got tired and had to end their litte game. Putting the knitting needles away, as they both walked to their shared home in Outertale.

That day was truly interesting, Error thought before a meow of attention dragged his eyes to the cat now jumping up onto the couch. Purring as it rubbed its head against Errors hand, he petting the cat in return. At this point he hat gotten used to the little animals touch, he liked the warmth of the cats fur coat. It had such a pretty pattern too. He smiled, as he brought the cat onto his lap. It purring happily in response, as it made itself comfortable. Error continuing to pet its soft fur, as they both enjoy each others company happily.

Such a cute little Mistake.

#error sans #error #cat #mistake #fluff #0ww0 #lunatunacat-14 0w0 #0w #lunatunacat-14 #oh my god this was rushed.#its kinda cute?#reblogs #reblogs are appreciated #i like reblogs #please #art #my art #a little dark #undertale

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shittyelfwriter · 7 years ago

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Ya girl Dani is v tired but has decided on which scenario! Ahem! Both Bernard and Elle have the flower petal vomit thing due to unrequited love for each other, but don't realize it. One of them (I'll let you decide which of them) decides to get it surgically removed; the other one realizes it's for the other part of Bernelle and rushes to tell them. But it's too late, the surgery has finished and the petals are gone--along with the romantic feelings for the realizer. (i reasearched tf out of it)

Warnings: angst for the sake of angst. There isn’t a happy ending to this one, guys. It’s very bittersweet. Not a happy version of this au, but Dani was specific! Maybe I can do a version with a happy ending sometime, but for now, here’s 5k of bernelle pain and unresolved feelings. Also apologies if it’s rough, I’m still getting back into the swing of things asjjdkshl

Some mood music to listen to while you read:

AlmostIs Never Enough —Ariana Grande ft. Nathan Sykes

You Don’t Know Me by Michael Buble

AU description:

Hanahaki Disease (花吐き病 (Japanese); 하나하키병(Korean); 花吐病 (Chinese))is a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they sufferfrom one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romanticlove only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. It can becured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim’sromantic feelings for their love also disappear.

One thing was certain: Elle knew thiswasn’t how flowers were supposed to work.

They came in bouquets and posies and corsagesand arrangements, they grew in gardens and window boxes and out from thesidewalk when you least expected them. They were something happy, andbeautiful, and bright.

Not something to dread, because theyweren’t supposed to grow out from your lungs when you couldn’t find a way totell your friend that you were in love with him.

She wasn’t sure when it had started. Infact, she suspected it had begun because of hissituation. They’d been walking towork together one morning, chatting and having a conversation about something funny BuddyClaus had done the day before. Elle couldn’t help but laugh, and that’swhen it happened. Bernard had been smiling, but the next moment he was coughinginto his fist.

“You okay?” She’d asked, clueless to whatwas happening, unaware of what happened to those who felt a little too much forsomeone they shouldn’t. He’d straightened, staring at something in his hand fora moment before slipping his hand into his pocket and continuing on their way.

“Yeah, absolutely fine.” He’d smiled at heragain, but he seemed troubled, almost pained somehow. The subject had droppedfor the time being, seeing as Elle didn’t like to pry.

But the cough didn’t seem to go away. Hemade the excuse that he had probably caught some sort of cold—unlikely, for anelf, but not completely unheard of. Elle worried about him and kept an eye onhim in order to help in any way she could. It was that same vigilance thateventually led her to understand what was happening.

Petals in the trash can in his office. Thescent of flowers always lingering on him. He’d caught what she’d heard Cupidcall in its simplest form lovesickness, and as soon as she’d realized that, atiny seed of jealousy sprang up in her heart. Or was it jealousy? Because itdidn’t feel sour and angry, but rather, longing. An ache blooming in her chest when she sawhim try to hide his affliction.

Maybe it wasn’t surprising then when shebegan to cough up petals of her own. She wasn’t sure when or how it had shiftedfrom friendly concern to a pain in her heart when she thought of him sufferingfor want of someone else. And the most terrible part of it all was realizingthat she dreaded the day he arrived to work with lungs free of flowers, becausethat would be the day that he had finally confessed his feelings. The day she’dofficially lose her chance forever—a chance she was too afraid to take in thefirst place.

It was stupid, Elle decided one morningwhen, after breakfast, she found herself coughing up rose petals into thekitchen sink. Why should he feel so alone in his situation? Clearly he thoughthe needed to hide it—which made sense, since if the lovesickness went untreatedyou could in theory die from it.Maybe he didn’t want to show weakness. But the ache in Elle’s chest when shesaw him looking sad, when he didn’t realize she was watching, tore her heart topieces more than the problem in her own chest, and her silence had to bebroken.

“It’s okay, you know.” It was a quietThursday evening, the workshop was slow and they were both in his officetogether sorting out invoices and inter-departmental memos. He looked up, mouthstill hidden by a handkerchief after yet another coughing fit. She could hearthe wheeze in his lungs, a sure sign of the disease’s progression. He wasfurther along than she was. He looked mildly confused, but also as if afraidhe’d been caught. She was quiet, sliding the trashcan towards him. “I know.”

“What? I don’t…” He watched as Elle turnedher pockets out, an array of softly colored petals falling into her lap. Sheoffered him a small, bittersweet smile, and his heart broke a little as herealized what she was trying to say.

“Takes one to know one, right?” She saidwith a slight laugh. Now that he listened, he could hear the telltale gratebehind her voice that betrayed her condition. “It’s not anything to be ashamedof, really. They say love is beautiful, right? Even if it is tearing you apartinside—quite literally.”

Shehad it too. She had it too, his mind kept chanting at him, as if it meantsomething good for him. A slight bit of hope sprouted in his chest.

“How did you…I mean, you’ve done a betterjob hiding it than me,” he admitted sheepishly. She chuckled, and he watchedher scoop the petals into the trash. What a fitting metaphor for theirsituation: wasted potential, to love for nothing. “How long?”

“Oh about a month now. Not as long as you,but not by much. Did you know,” Elle said with a laugh, “that at first Ithought it was contagious? That I’d caught it from you. I had to read up on itto realize that it doesn’t work that way.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault—“

“No, Elle.” Bernard reached over and set ahand on top of hers. There was a moment of heavy silence between them, and thenhe continued. “I shouldn’t have tried to hide it from you. We’re a team, youand I. We shouldn’t keep secrets like this, not big, life threatening ones atleast, not from each other. And even worse, I made you feel like you needed tokeep yours a secret too.”

“Forget it.” She gave his hand a gentlesqueeze, unable to meet his eyes for the fluttering she couldn’t stop in herchest. “We know now, that’s all that matters.”

He smiled, and she finally got control of heremotions enough to look him in the face. His eyes were warm, kind. She felt amiserable hollowness in her stomach at the thought that his love was already sostrong for someone that it manifested physically. God, she wished that were her. “No more secrets, okay?” He said,and she swallowed her feelings down before replying.

“Yeah, no more secrets B.” No more secrets, except that I love you.

It was so much worse after that, because hewas so much kinder and more caring for knowing she was ill too. He made effortsto check in with her more often, to make sure she was taking care of herself.He was the one who made sure she went to see Hismus so that she could get allthe help she could. She made sure he did the same. But pills could only do somuch to help the garden growing in their lungs, or what was growing in theirhearts.

Every day, Elle choked on the confessionshe wanted to make. But the timing was never right, or she’d see him speakingwith another elf and reality would strike her like a slap to the face. It wasn’t her. He was in love, and itwasn’t with her. He had been the one to say no more secrets, right? If he’dfelt anything for her he’d have said it then.

She just wished it were easier to stopfeeling the way she did for him. Because every little smile and every littlesideways glance and every passing touch left her hunched over the sink when shegot home, coughing for hours and crying with anger at her own stupidity. Cryingbecause she hated her own stupid broken heart.

It was two and a half months later that thegrowth had spread throughout both of their lungs. The secret was officially outnow, for both of them. Elle’s condition had progressed more quickly than hisand was near surpassing Bernard’s in severity. Quentin and Curtis had teamed upunder Santa’s orders to run the workshop until Bernard and Elle figured outwhat to do. It was late, past 1 am, and she was sitting in his house, on hiscouch in a mostly dark living room.

“I’m going to do it,” she told him, theache in her chest feeling empty in spite of the blooms she knew were trying toclaw their way out. She didn’t have to explain, he knew what she meant. “I…Ican’t take it, anymore. It’s too much. It’s not even what’s in my chest, it’s…”she trailed off, coughing. He passed her a tissue; by the time she’d stoppedcoughing, it was speckled with blood. “It’s what’s in my heart. The weight ofit makes me wish I was dead.”

“Don’t say that.” Hearing her say that somatter-of-factly tore at Bernard’s conscience. If he’d told her by now, maybe she wouldn’t feel this way. Thenagain, maybe if he’d told her, she wouldn’t be sitting next to him either. Thatwas what had been keeping him silent:the fear of losing her altogether.

“I know, I know.” Elle gave a shaky sigh. “I’mnot thinking clearly. Hell, I haven’t been thinking clearly for a long timenow.” Her pulse was racing just from sitting beside him, but she still feltthat sense of belonging that toyed with her hopes all too much. “I have to dowhat my head tells me is right. My heart has been in control for too long now,and look what it’s done to me.”

He’d worried she’d say that, dreaded theday it would come to that decision. He’d sworn he’d be brave, that he’d tellher before she had to make such a terrible choice. Maybe even a selfish part ofhim wanted her to have the surgery;if her feelings for whoever she loved were gone, maybe she’d have room in herheart for him, and all he was carrying in his. “That’s one way of looking atit,” he admitted, leaning back and slowing breathing in. It was excruciating,but the slower the better.

“You don’t agree?” He didn’t reply. A noteof desperation came into her voice, a dread. “B…no. Don’t tell me—“

“I don’t think I need to tell you. You seemto already know.” He leaned his head to the side, a gentleness in his gaze. “Idon’t want to let this go, Elle. I’ve never felt something like this forsomeone before…who knows? I might never feel anything like it again. It meanstoo much to me to cut the flowers out and throw away everything I feel withthem.”

“But you know what happens…” she trailed off, her throat tightening as tearsthreatened to spill out of her eyes. She took a deep breath and forced herselfto continue. “You know what happensif you don’t get them removed. If you don’t tell them.”

“If I don’t tell her,” he clarified, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behindher ear. Elle felt her stomach twist bitterly, her cheek leaning subconsciouslytowards his palm. A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. “I know. But Elle.” Hesmiled and she felt the tears spill out and down her cheeks. She could tell bythe feeling of his thoughts that he’d made up his mind as much as she had abouther decision. “I’ve been around long enough. If this is how I go out? Fromloving someone? Then that’s not the worst way to go, now is it?”

She couldn’t find words. Everything wasblurry and her lungs ached and the next thing she knew she was pulledtight against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat against her ear.

“What am I supposed to do?” She sobbed,hiding her face in his shirt. “I—if you’re g-gone what am I supposed to—“

He shushed her, stroking her hair. “Itmight not come to that.”

“But if it does?”

He didn’t reply. Elle knew right then andthere that there was no turning back for her. If he was willing to die for hisfeelings, then she would cut hers out. Because if she didn’t, and he died, thenit wouldn’t be long before she was in the dirt with him.

“You though.” She hadn’t expected him to goon. His voice was low near her ear, comforting and soft. “You’re very young,Elle. You have time to love again if you want to. If you were very brave, you could even tell the onewho’s made you so sick.”

She didn’t reply.

“Do they even know that they’re the reasonyou’re sick, Elle?”

A long pause. “No.”

“Don’t you think they deserve to know?”

She shook her head, the motion sharp andtight. “No, B. He loves someone else.”

“Are you sure?”

“Nearly positive.”

“What if you just told him—“

“It’s not that simple.”

“Why not?” There was a desperateexasperation in his voice. He knew it was going against his best interest toargue for Elle to tell this person how she felt, but his feelings for her made theurge to see her happy, and safe, and loved and well again overrule his own needs. “If you just explained, maybe—“

“B!” Elle pulled away from him, a fieryanger in her eyes he’d never seen from her before in spite of the tears stillstreaming down her face. “He’s more than I deserve,” she said, tremblingly. “Ishouldn’t have dared to feel what I do, and now I’m paying the price for mychoice.” Her shoulders sagged, and she looked down at her lap. “He’d never wantme. Please, just take my word for it.”

It tore at him to let her think somethinglike that, but he knew arguing would just hurt her worse. “Okay,” he conceded,and her body slumped in relief. “But only because I don’t want to stress youeven more by trying to change your mind.”

She leaned back against his shoulder, limpand hopeless. “Thank you,” she whispered, and he nodded. “You know there isn’tanything I wouldn’t do for you,” she said quietly. “But to change my mind onthis is too much. Please forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive, Elle. I’m sorry for making things worse.” She had noidea how much he meant by that.

No more was said that night about thematter, nor in the days that followed. They became less and less functional,but for some reason nearly always found themselves at one another’s places; ifnot one, than the other. Only one day Bernard showed up to her loft and foundit empty.

“Elle?” Worry ran through him, panicbuilding in his pulse even though he knew he shouldn’t let himself. It was badenough that he couldn’t stay away from the girl who would be the end of him,but he had to let the small things bring him closer to that demise? Maybe shewas just out for groceries, but the severity of their situation made him worrytoo much.

He found no sign of Elle, other than asheet of paper and a book on the kitchen counter. The paper was from theelfirmary, he realized, and knew he should stop reading right there. Hisstomach sank when he saw that it was an appointment date—for that day. So shewas finally going through with her decision. He felt sick to his stomach andsat down, scanning the page for more details against his good judgment.

Bernard didn’t know if he should feelrelieved or concerned. Since he didn’t know who she loved, he didn’t know whoto feel sorry for, and he couldn’t help but feel nervous jitters at the thoughtof her maybe, just maybe having roomfor him in her heart when it was over. Maybe she was right, maybe the surgerywas her best option.

But then his eyes glanced down at thecounter and saw the book on the counter. It was a journal, actually; well used,with many of its pages filled—maybe a little less than half of the pages leftuntouched. It had a strap around it, which served to keep it relatively flat. Asoulmates journal, he realized, something that those with lovesickness oftenused to funnel their emotions into one place in case they never got the courageto speak to the object of their affection. Elle’ssoulmate journal. It looked full of secrets; ones that belonged to her andtold what was really inside her heart. He knew he shouldn’t touch it but at thesame time, it was like it called out to him in a language he could only hear.Then again, maybe that was just the ache in his own heart speaking. Unable toresist the urge, he pulled the book closer and removed the strap.

The pages were filled with writing, Elle’s writing. Her distinct handwritingcovered the pages; little doodles in some of the margins, other slips of paperfolded and tucked between the pages along with a wide array of petals of allsizes and colors—and later on, some smaller, complete flowers. His eyes grazedover the pages, almost not daring to read words not meant for him. It made hischest sore, and more than once he had to take a break to cough into his sleeve.

But at last he flipped back to the first pageand found her starting point, an inscription on the inside cover dated early onthat year.

Wow,I really don’t know how to start this.

Notthat I expect you’ll ever lay eyes on these words, since I’m terrified of youeven knowing how I feel. You didn’t ask for this—you love someone else. I seethe signs all over you and it breaks myheart, but that’s not your fault, or your problem. I just hope that maybe, if Iwrite down the things I wish I could say to you every day, this will hurt a littleless and my lungs might give me a little longer before choking me out with myown feelings. A little more time to spend by your side.

Doyou mind if I address my entries to you? I hope not. You’re always the person Igo to first, the only person who makes me feel safe when I speak my mind. Hereare all the things I wish I was brave enough to say to your face, all thethings I bite back when you ask me what I’m thinking.

Her initial was at the bottom of the page,and the entries began on the next. Starting with…with…

DearB,

I’mso sorry, but I’m terribly in love with you.

Bernard looked up, hands shaking, heartstopped in his chest. No, he couldn’t have missed…he couldn’t have missed this,could he? Had he been so blinded by his own fears that he couldn’t see herbeing just as in love with him as he was with her?

The entry went on fromthere, leading into the rest of the journals contents. Day after day ofentries, sometimes multiple entries a day. And then he noticed what the slipsof paper were. A photo of them at last year’s Christmas after party. A ticketstub from the time he’d taken her to the movies. The birthday card he’d givenher that winter. A note he’d left her asking her to make sure she got enoughrest. A few petals of his, glued to the page with the caption, does she know how lucky she is for you tolove her this much? He stared back down at the page, tears stinging hiseyes as they trailed back to her first sentence. Dear B…I’m so sorry, but I’m terribly in love with you…

Next thing he knew he’d sprung to his feet,eyes still blurry with tears and a sob half hanging in his throat. He snatchedthe journal off the table and ran for the door, hoping against hope that itwasn’t too late.

Moments later he appeared outside the elfirmary,bursting into the lobby so winded he was nearly doubled over. Any attempt tohurry nowadays left him short of breath, but that didn’t stop him from hurryingtowards the nearest nurse. “Elle,” He wheezed out, feeling petals at the backof his throat. “Where’s—“

“Bernard?” Her voice. Her voice, but toocalm, too clear. His stomach sank like a stone, his eyes almost refusing tolook up. He slipped the book behind his back and turned to see Elle, standingin the doorway with Dr. Hismus just behind her. “Are you looking for me? What’shappened?”

“You’re…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.He’d spent so long used to seeing love in her eyes but not understanding whatit meant; now that it was gone, her expression seemed all wrong.

And then it hit him. He was the reasonshe’d done this. He was the one she’d been talking about all along. He’s more than I deserve, she’d said. I shouldn’t have dared to feel what I do,and now I’m paying the price for my choice. He’d never want me. Please, justtake my word for it.

This was his fault. Elle’s heart was empty,and it was his fault.

“I’mfine,” she reassured him, coming over and setting a hand on his arm with asmile—but it didn’t read genuine like it should have. “You didn’t think youneeded to come and check on me, did you? I asked Abby to let you know I’d be byonce I was done.”

“I guess I didn’t run into her in time.” Hecouldn’t help but search her face for any signs of her still feeling the wayhe’d read, the way he’d been feeling for her all this time, but…

“Her surgery was a complete success,”Hismus explained with a smile that felt cruel, even though it wasn’t meant tobe. Bernard felt numb to his toes, devoid of any feeling with the sudden senseof overwhelming loss. He’d had everything at his fingertips, for just a moment,and just as quickly, it was gone.

He was too late.

Elle walked him home. She might not havefelt any love for him anymore, but as his friend she still felt obligated tomake sure he got out of the cold safely. There was an emptiness between themthat her small talk couldn’t fill, and he couldn’t bring himself to try and fixit. He was too deep in thought, searching for some way to ask if she reallydidn’t have any of her feelings anymore. It was like he couldn’t fully comprehendthat what he wanted was forever out of his reach, that that hope he’d had ofher finally having room for him in her heart was completely gone.

“How are you feeling?” Bernard asked Elledirectly, maybe a little too directly even. They were on his front porch, snowjust beginning to fall in gentle flurries. Elle took a deep breath of the chillair, her exhale a cloud of steam. A smile crossed her lips, but when she lookedat him there was still that hollowness behind her eyes.

“Like I’m finally thinking clearly for thefirst time in a long time.”

She left him at his own house, alone. Forthe first time in weeks it seemed that she didn’t feel the need to be therewith him. It was only when she’d gone that he realized he was still holding herjournal, surprised that she hadn’t noticed him carrying it. Maybe it justdidn’t matter to her enough anymore to warrant saying anything.

It was too quiet with just him and hisfeelings for company.

The ache in his chest was constant, now. Ifhe’d thought he was heartbroken before it was nothing to the wavering, wiltingsensation crushing him from within. He spent a good portion of the eveningcleaning bloody petals up off of his floor, wondering why he was evenbothering.

But at last, he came back to the journal.He sat on the floor in his living room and read the whole thing from front toback, reliving every moment they’d spent together, every laugh, cherishing everysweet thing she’d wished she’d said aloud but had written down instead. Thelast few entries were wishes, things she despaired she’d never had the courageto do with him, and then apologies, apology after apology for her decision. Thepages were tear stained before he’d read them, but they were much worse forwear after he had. And then he sat, surrounded by petals and tissues, staringat the remaining blank pages spread out before him.

He’d never kept a soulmate journal of hisown, but maybe…maybe he could finish their story.

And so he sat there well into the night,writing replies to the words she’d never said. Penning more moments they’dshared, regrets of his own, words of comfort that she didn’t need anymore.Telling her things about himself he’d been too afraid to share, making his ownwishes that would never come true. But the last thing he wrote was an apology.

Iknow I told you that I would rather die than lose the way I feel—lose the way Ifeel about you, Elle. But now I know that I love you too much to do that. Ilove you too much to leave you alone.

Pleaseforgive me.

A few days passed. Elle showed up to work asshe always did first thing in the morning, bringing some fresh departmentreports to his desk with a cheerful smile yet still calm and cool andcollected, her telepathy still down and out from the anesthesia from her surgeryseveral days before. She looked around, finding his office rather cleaner thanusual. There was even a vase of roses on one of the side tables, without apetal out of place. She wasn’t exactly sure why that mattered…the explanationseemed foggy, and far away. Unimportant, even.

“Good morning, sir.” Elle said. “I didn’texpect to see you back so soon. Are you feeling better?” She’d never called himsir before. It wouldn’t be the last time, either. Maybe their friendship hadgotten lost along the way with their other feelings, too.

If he noticed, he didn’t seem to care aboutthe change. Bernard looked up from the book he was reading, and smiled—but therewas a void behind the eyes. A lack of feeling that would never quite heal, asign of something that had been taken away. He got up, closing the journal andsetting it on the bookshelf directly behind his desk.

“Thank you Elle. I’m feeling much betternow.”

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Janis: Yeah, he's a right cunt Grace: Seems like it from the little one's vibe Grace: He doesn't like you still either, how rude Grace: never gonna let you 💍 in Janis: Yeah, you know your a right tosser when even kids don't fuck with you Janis: Idc, I'm unlikeable Grace: 😂 Thanks for letting me off saying it Grace: You lovebirds need your own place Janis: 🖕 Janis: Working on it Janis: May as well wait to see where we go for college tho Grace: Yeah Grace: If he gonna do photography? He's really gifted at the snaps Janis: Yeah Grace: Make sure he doesn't forget my clout Grace: Or willingness as a subject Janis: 😏 Janis: how could he forget Grace: SHUT UP Grace: you know what I'm saying, bitch! Janis: 👌 Janis: got it, calling all men in need of muses, like Grace: 🙄 Grace: You doing a night walk with your dog squad later? Janis: Yeah, why, you scouting for 🐶 talent? Grace: I'm just asking if I can come with or is 3 humans a crowd 💘 Grace: The gym was such a non-event today 😭 Janis: You can come with Janis: No doubt Jim will think I'm bullshitting so you can fill him in on this ridiculousness Grace: yay Grace: he might not believe this face either even though it's one of a 😇 obvs Janis: Overcome with a pressing need to take your photo, we get it, bitch 😜 Grace: 😂 Grace: Not hard to compete with your resting bitch face, babes Janis: Please Grace: And I don't need to hear how much he loves your O face before you go there, thanks Grace: TMI with the 🏩 antics Janis: You're the one who brought it up, babe Janis: 🤷 kinda sounds like you want the goss Grace: Please Grace: I just know how nasty you are Janis: Now you just sound jealous 😂 Grace: I said I love being single not that I love not getting any Grace: Excuse me Janis: 😬🤢 Janis: definitely did NOT ask Janis: gross Grace: You can cope Janis: Hmm Janis: Barely Grace: Pablo's literally tripped over you and your boy sooo many times Grace: but I'm the gross one, okay sure Janis: Maybe he's the gross one then Janis: Clearly doing it on purpose, weirdo Grace: Or maybe you are Grace: Exhibitionist Janis: Yeah, well want you lot to see Janis: Nutter 🙄 Janis: all up in my business 24/7 you gon' see some things Grace: 🙄

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USS Jupiter was the Olympic and now is raised once again, and back in service for us after the Japs grabbed it and outfitted her with Zeros. they lost the battle, to the Arachnid who flew over with the high caliber weapons meant for them. they stole tons of it about half which is a lot scanned it all, re scanned and check upon loading. Zig the Enterprise sits in its watery grave. nobody came for her so we raiser her and use your own vs you. and I have just the thing will sting them with it. Zig time is valuable but he wanted to use it it failed. we roll on it and sail towardsyou now. hugre rail guns attached. and upon thinking about it, he wants the Rescue Rangers onboard the Olympic...we think it is funny then not so wedo that now, hoping Bitol can protect her soon Zig I can and will we left this am. no fanfare as they wanted he finally pulle d up. we saw it too, his idea worked, the slabs went up a bit, then down, and in and hid and we left, then out, tons of room huge sections he lifted with one of his Kraken, and it is massive, how it got there I don't know, went in a tunnel like a spear. and I know. and it was gone, as soon as it arrived. off to duty. huge with us is how many come with it. a few spotters, and that is all no an Army of them watching for devices and more. tons of them. eroded away the whole town in minutes. and then back towork off the wall soon and it will be over, no a huge ontingent arrives in massive ships. yes. Bitol don't count yourself out Bitol, the ship coming for you to protect is our namesake and mine. it is loaded with friends who need to beam out or other, get lifted sorry, and will be by a multinational Olympian crew of full blown demons soon. but the ship is what is important. it is a milestone and Is our history and my doing Zues thank God it is huge your rescue rangrs a God send and son thye leave yes. Bitol to animal planet yes and it was my name of the planet ages ago, don't want any confusion there. oh Hera this weekend,hmm animal planet no that sounds odd.... Zues hahahaha lol forgot then oh my what is that like the Japense guy says and we laugh you two done fighting jesus our ship for jesus Christ sake Hera and we laugh ohhh animal planet um well what is that ….oh yeah nah. and it is funny he is there now Posiden hahaha this is ariot you want to protect a ship full of animals and rusted out crappy non flying now planes, for what??? ok we see for what they arrive. the masses. to see the ship off again...and sink her. Khan did ok. didn't expect itback so soon and it is alit with torches and welders and engine crews and tons of gas and oxy acetaline and mooringlines to supply ships full of fuel and all manners of transports to bring the small supped up jets and ordinance.... and we hear this y ou rat from himand them we see her anyways which the prob don't. we get it you do but we see you don't. and y ou scan now and we are on the prowl fo you Uriel wow this is togetherness we all rat all day out loud on each other. to bad im not there I would be rattedout, wait, dialy at the car repair place. it works though. and he mounts some huge cannons on his ship the work well, better htan lasers so he goes to town on lasers, easier lighter faster to make, and the beam is pure light and strong and hisses...it is his particle beam with lightning, his namesake. and we like it it is crackling with energy, so much it provides energy to the ship when discharged, other weapons powered by it. it is hugely successful now. firing at full power brings a massive bang on Earth like a nuke about ten mt. and it is a huge bang. tons ob buildings fall. old ships retained due to numbers of illegal vessels. we need it and horizon is the game....and it was seen in the superman movie so we listend heard it wooden ships and so on. so we roll on that today. we see you gather y our ships, ot too many only a billion small vessels we know you can muster more. so we wonder where you make them. huge yards near shore now. massive. and they are loading up with other stuff to than nkes like bags of food and so on. to live where. we get this your off to somewhere, and here too, off th east. we look around. nowhere to go we know of. they look back sorry cant say. and head out. kidnpping imminent he says this is a sign. they will try to forge a path too using ours and me. we get it lets stay tuned. we will ready the ships. but we see your point. they gather in what form. well ships line the waters. and more are coming. millions. and millions. bout ten million a country. huge vessels too. to float away we think not. and we get it we are close they state nothing through nothing there. and we wonder what it is. lasers mb and look. nope. so we wait. they look directly at us you should know what this is. we feed your Kaiju and tke one. and they have mutagen onboard we saw it. so we ask you what to do. he says food ppl bombs mutagen. take it all if we have time, wewill and boats. of any quality the rest trash for bombs etc. we will. and most are trash. some bombs. food is useless and mutagen low quality. so we trahs most of it shortly. they look dismayed. and we don't care do we. wedo but are moreso angry that thy do that afte they started war with us. tried trashing us all and expect any reaction but death.sowe see it is true we want them gone, and they wonder why and so on. bombs meant for us and food for some island. we see why, oh they suck te islands. sowe go there. and we warn them they don't listen. we need those for us yes caa yes we use equipment t monitor te seas so thy mount an attack on our small island lookouts Zues we see you and me now them Thor we see you boht and it is islands they want to see us. so we say we are cloaked. they say they can see us we say so what you cantstop us we infiltrate we say no you suck at it. and we hear it over and over. so we attack them now, Bitol is out and furious. so we let him hit those here. and h e likes it. we hit them now. and hit hard...furious I am and now I have my gun back in my hands, have others but this was held here and we know what you did, the guns are great..powerful and huge. we use that too your plasma lightning what a creative genius my boy is my boy.... Bitol yes my Father you came all the way in to help me and your are him too. Zues

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