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sugdenlovesdingle · 4 years ago

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Jackson (AO3)

A/N: I got the idea from watching Harriet's never ending Malone drama (Malone is the dirty cop Dawn killed in self defence last summer. They dumped his body in with another dead guy but then that person was being exhumed because the family wanted him closer) and I started thinking about what it would be like if it was Jackson's body instead of some randomer - and no Malone/Harriet drama. Full disclosure though - I've never watched a single scene with Hazel or Aaron and Jackson and all I know about them/that time is from gifs, other fics, and the Emmerdale wiki. So if Hazel is *wildly* out of character, let's just say she changed a lot since she's been away.

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“So don’t say anything alright. It’s for the best. We agreed.” Chas told Cain as she put his drink on the bar in front of him.

“Who is we?”

“Me and Pads. And Hazel. Jackson’s mum.”

“She’s in the village?”

“Yeah she came in here earlier looking for Aaron. But we had a talk and decided it’s best to let the past be the past.”

Cain frowned.

“What if he runs into her? The village isn’t that big.”

“He won't. She said she'd stay out of his way. It's for the best. Really.” Chas decided.

Cain sighed and rubbed his temple.

“Don't you think he's going to notice when they start digging up the place in a few days?”

“He won't know it's Jackson. It'll be fine.”

“He'll want to say goodbye.”

“He did that. It's not like he is ever up there anymore, is he?”

“How do you know? Don't you still go see Grace?”

“That's different.” Chas protested.

“How?”

Before Chas got the chance to answer Cain’s question, the door opened and Aaron walked in with Seb on his hip, followed by Robert manoeuvring a pram into the pub.

“Hello love.” Chas greeted him. “How are you all today?”

“Sleep deprived.” Robert replied, settling in at a table and taking Ruby out of her pram. “She kept us up half the night.”

“Is she alright?” Chas asked Aaron. “Eve used to get bad cramps when she was that little.”

“She’s fine. She just… didn’t want to sleep. She’d been fed and changed, we turned the radio on for her, and her nightlight… but she was just… wide awake. Until we put her in our bed.”

Chas frowned.

“You shouldn’t do that, love, you’ll spoil her. She’ll never sleep in her own bed that way.”

“I think we’ll be fine after just one night, Chas.” Robert cut in.

“Well don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Chas told them and turned her attention to Seb who was standing on a barstool with Aaron holding onto him tightly. “And what can I get you, sir?” she joked and Seb giggled.

“We’re having an emergency.” Aaron explained. “We’re out of choccy milk at home, aren’t we Seb.”

The boy nodded.

“Well good thing you can always count on your nana to help then.” Chas smiled and turned around to get Seb his drink.

“And an orange juice for me and Rob.”

“Make mine a coke. I could do with the caffeine.” Robert called out.

“So much for cutting down on caffeine.” Aaron mumbled under his breath and gave his mother a grin.

“Just sit down, I’ll bring it over in a minute.”

“Cheers mum.” Aaron said and lifted Seb off the barstool and the two of them joined Robert and Ruby at their table.

Chas smiled as she watched them.

“Look at him.” She said to Cain. “He’s happy now. He doesn’t need the upset.”

“Don’t you think he should be the judge of that?”

Chas gave him a pointed stare.

“Leave it Cain. I mean it.”

Cain rolled his eyes at his sister but kept quiet.

He watched Aaron and Robert with their kids, watched Robert pass Ruby to Aaron so he could have his drink when Chas brought it over, watched Aaron attempt to rock her to sleep in his arms, and watched the both of them help Seb with the straws in his chocolate milk.

Chas was right, Aaron was happy, but it still didn’t sit right with Cain that she wanted to keep something like this from him. He finished his drink and made a decision.

“Aaron can you give me a hand at the garage tomorrow?” he asked, walking up to Aaron and Robert’s table.

Aaron frowned.

“Why? Don't you have Dan for that?”

“Dan is still on part time because of his back and Debs is still up in Scotland.” Cain explained. “I'll pay you. I figured you could do with the extra cash with this little one around now.” He stroked Ruby's cheek.

“Fine.” Aaron sighed. “But I'm not starting at 8am. I want a lie in.”

“With a new-born in the house? Good luck with that.” Cain snorted. “See you at 10 then.”

The next morning Aaron showed up at the garage a few minutes to ten, with two cups of coffee from the café.

“I made a quick stop.” He handed Cain one of the coffees. “Dropped Seb off at the King’s so Rob and Ruby could have a nap together. I don’t know how she does it but she’s slept about 4 hours the past week. Whoever said babies sleep a lot has never met my daughter.” He joked. “So what do you need me for?”

Cain put him to work on a car that wasn’t due until the end of the week, while he got caught up on some paperwork before getting to work on Moira’s old Jeep he’d had stored away at the garage for months.

“So… how’s things?” Cain started and Aaron gave him a frown as he looked up from his work.

“How’s things? With this car…?”

“No… just… in general.”

Aaron gave him a slow nod.

“Things are… good… in general… despite my daughter never sleeping…”

“Right, right. Good. That’s good.”

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Because you’re being weird.”

“I’m not being weird. I’m just making conversation. Why is that weird?”

“Because you’re you…” Aaron put his tools down and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “What’s going on? And don’t say you needed help. I saw the schedule. This car isn’t due until the 23rd.”

Cain sighed.

“Fine. Sit down, I need to talk to you.”

Aaron frowned.

“I’m alright. Just tell me.”

Cain pinched the bridge of his nose. Why did everyone insist on making his life as difficult as possible?

“I was talking to your mum yesterday and well… she doesn’t think you should know but I think you should decide for yourself.”

“Decide what?”

“They’re digging up Jackson’s body at the end of the week. His mum is moving him down south.”

Aaron blinked a few times, trying to get his mind to process what Cain just told him.

“They… What?”

“Hazel’s in the village… she was in the pub the other day apparently looking for you… but your mum thought it was best to keep you out of it.”

Aaron frowned.

“Why would she do that?”

“Because…” Cain started “She thinks it’s better to not drag up the past.”

“Better? For who? Me? Or her?”

“Look, mate, I just thought you should know, and now you do… so do with the information what you will, yeah.”

“Hazel is in the village?” Aaron asked, his mind still working through what Cain just told him.

“Yeah. B&B probably.”

“Right.”

“When…” Aaron started but paused to clear his throat. “When is… it happening? Do you know?”

Cain shrugged.

“All your mum said was end of the week. Maybe ask Harriet. Or whatshisname… your new neighbour. The new vicar.”

“Charles.”

“Yeah.”

Aaron nodded.

“Right. Thanks for telling me.”

“Why don’t you go home. I can manage here. I’ll pay you for the full day.” Cain offered.

Aaron just nodded and left without arguing, leaving Cain to wonder whether or not he just made a terrible mistake.

When Aaron shuffled into the mill some time later, the house was quiet and Robert was asleep on the sofa with Ruby on his chest. Miraculously also asleep. Aaron smiled at the sight and took his phone out of his pocket to snap a quick picture. He decided to let them sleep and went into the kitchen to make himself some tea. If only to give himself something to do.

He went through the motions on auto pilot and sat down at the kitchen table, warming his hands on the mug, trying to make sense of the thoughts and feelings running through his mind.

Jackson had been such an important part of his life. His first kiss with a boy, his first proper boyfriend, the first person that ever said ‘I love you’ to him other than his mum (even though back then ‘I love you’ wasn’t very likely to have passed Chas’ lips), and despite how it ended, they’d had some good times together.

His mind drifted to his phone and he opened his camera roll. It was filled with photos of his family. The picture with Seb from their wedding he still used as lock screen and wallpaper, lots of pictures of little Ruby, some pictures of Robert when he wasn’t looking, and some videos that would never see the light of day as far as he was concerned.

He tried to imagine Jackson in any of the situations. A romantic home cooked meal for two, laughing together while decorating the house for the holidays, a shoulder to cry on when things got tough, or Robert ♥ Aaron spelled out in magnets on the fridge on their anniversary. Could he have had that with Jackson?

Over on the sofa Robert began to slowly wake up. Aaron watched him carefully sit up, both hands protectively cradling Ruby’s tiny body, and glancing bleary eyed around the room. He could tell the second he noticed him because a sleepy smile spread over his face.

“Hey you. I didn’t think you’d be back yet.” Robert said, moving Ruby in his arms to check the time on his watch. “Shit! I didn’t mean to sleep that long.” He got up and put a thankfully still sleeping Ruby down on the sofa, placing a few of the cushions around her so she couldn’t roll off and made his way over to Aaron. He leaned down for a kiss. “Have you been back long?”

Aaron shrugged.

“A while. I figured I’d let you two catch up on your beauty sleep.”

“Appreciated.” Robert said with a chuckle. “So how did you get on at the garage? Still got the magic touch?”

“It was alright. Cain let me off early. Wasn’t that busy after all.” Aaron told him, staring at his now cold tea. “He said he’d pay me for the full day though… so that’s good.”

“Hmm.” Robert sat down at the table. “And what else happened that is bothering you?” he asked. “And don’t say nothing because I know you, and it’s written all over your face.”

A smile tugged at Aaron’s lips. Robert really could read him like a book.

“It’s Jackson.”

“Jackson?”

“Jackson Walsh. My first boyfriend who died Jackson.”

“What about him?”

“He’s being moved.”

“Moved? Moved where?”

Aaron shrugged.

“Cain told me earlier. Hazel is in town and she’s taking him with her when she leaves.”

“Oh. Did you talk to her?”

“No… she went to the pub to look for me… but my mum thought it was best if she kept me out of it… Cain disagreed.”

“Thank god for Cain Dingle…” Robert muttered. “So… what now?”

“What now? What do you mean?”

“I mean… do you want to go see her? Or him? Do you want me to go with or leave you to it?”

“I… I don’t know.” Aaron ran a hand over his face. “It all feels like a lifetime ago. Like it happened to someone else.”

Robert nodded.

“You don’t have to say or do anything you don’t want. If you don’t want to see her or him, that’s your choice. You have to do what’s right for you. Not what you think people expect of you.” He reached out and grabbed Aaron’s hand on the table and gave it a squeeze. “Whatever you decide, I’m here for you.”

Aaron wasn’t sure what to say to that, so instead he leaned forward and kissed Robert.

The next few days, Aaron was on high alert every time he left the house. After a quick conversation with Charles (that had left the poor man utterly confused) he’d found out the exhumation was planned for the coming Friday.

He knew Hazel was in town and he’d seen her from a distance a few times, but every time she’d come close to seeing him, he’d ducked into the café or the shop. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see her, he just wasn’t sure if he did either.

By Thursday the stress and anxiety nearly had him jumping out of his skin. He’d made Ruby cry, snapped at Seb (and apologised right away because he felt bad), picked fights with Robert and Liv, and fired Vinny at least twice every day. And after all that, he still wasn’t sure what to do about Jackson and Hazel.

“I was thinking of going to see my mum later.” Robert said, trying to sound casual while they were having breakfast. “Put some fresh flowers down and introduce Rubes to her. It’s a bit naff but… you know.” He shrugged. “Do you want to come along?”

“It’s not naff.” Aaron insisted, pressing a kiss to the top of Robert’s head in passing. “I’ll come along… I’ve got some things to sort out there anyway.” He said and decided to ignore the knowing smile on his husband’s face.

Later that day the four of them made their way over to the cemetery. They’d tried to drop Seb off at the farm to play with Isaac, but the little boy had insisted on coming along, despite both of his parents telling him they weren’t going to do anything fun.

As they walked up the path and Aaron dutifully followed Robert to Sarah’s grave, he couldn’t help but keep glancing at where he knew Jackson was buried.

“Rob…” He touched his elbow to get the other man’s attention. “I think I’m going to…” he nodded in the direction of Jackson’s grave.

“Alright. We’ll be here if you need us.”

After a quick kiss goodbye, he walked the all too familiar path to Jackson’s grave. He reckoned he could probably find it in his sleep.

He hadn’t been to see him in a while and felt kind of guilty for it. He’d been busy living his life and visiting Jackson had kind of slipped to the back of his mind.

Jackson Walsh

Loving son & boyfriend

Aaron read the words over and over. It felt strange to think of Jackson as his boyfriend now. So much had happened in the almost 10 years since he’d died, Aaron wondered if Jackson would even still recognise him if he was alive today.

“Aaron? Aaron Livesy, I thought it was you! I never thought I’d see you here!”

Aaron turned around but was pulled into a hug before he’d even had time to process who was talking to him.

“Hazel… hi…” he stammered when he was released.

“Hello love. It’s so good to see you. I stopped by the pub earlier this week. I figured I’d find you there when I saw your mum’s name above the door.”

“No I uh live down the road. Mill cottage.”

“Oh you’ve got your own place now? Good for you. A young man like you needs a bachelor pad.” Hazel said and focused on the headstone. “Maybe if things had been different it would have been your and Jackson’s house. With a spare room for the mother in law of course!” she said and bumped her shoulder against Aaron.

“Yeah… who knows…”

“So how have you been? It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. You look well. All grown up. Little Aaron Livesy grew up!”

Aaron nodded and gave her a small smile as she rambled on about anything from the weather to the price of a coffee in the café, while he tried to figure out how to tell her the mill was anything but a bachelor pad and his name wasn’t Livesy anymore.

“So then I ended up in Cardiff and got a job teaching art at a local school, and you know what, the science teacher, well he was a good one you know. His name is Kenneth and he has three daughters. We live just outside the city.”

“You’re not with Joe anymore?”

Hazel gave him a sad smile.

“No. After Jackson’s death… well… things went south for us. It took me a long time to even think of living again. And Joe… well… he wanted to live.”

Aaron nodded. He’d felt the same. He’d been lost in his grief and barely lived. Until he met Robert. Robert who’d made him feel alive in ways he hadn’t in a long time.

“But enough about me. Tell me about you. I’ve tried looking you up on Facebook but you’re not there, are you? Is social media not your thing?”

Aaron shrugged and thought of the Aaron Sugden-Dingle Instagram account Robert and Liv had convinced him to create. He’d posted some pictures of Robert and Seb and a birth announcement for Ruby just a few days ago.

“I know, it’s a slippery slope and all that.” Hazel joked. “But it’s nice to keep in touch with everyone. And the games are fun.” She laughed.

“Yeah I suppose so.” Aaron agreed. He was nervous and had started playing with his wedding ring, which Hazel had noticed.

“Oh you have a nice bit of bling there love. I didn’t have you down as the type for jewellery though.”

“I’m not…” Aaron looked down at his hand and took a deep breath. “It’s my wedding ring. I’m married.” He gave her a nervous smile, unsure how she would react.

“Oh. I didn’t expect that either.” Hazel admitted. “Aaron Livesy a married man. Well I never.”

“Yeah… I didn’t think I was the marrying kind either… until he asked me… and now here we are. Four years and counting.”

“Four years?”

Aaron nodded.

“Legally three in October. We had a commitment ceremony in the pub first and then made it legal a year and a half later.” He explained, leaving out some details.

“Well… congratulations. Who is the lucky guy that gets to call himself mister Aaron Livesy?”

Aaron grabbed his phone and showed her his and Robert’s wedding picture.

“His name is Robert. Victoria and Andy’s brother actually. Do you remember them?”

Hazel smiled and nodded.

“I think so.”

Aaron scrolled through his camera roll to show her more wedding pictures. Hazel stepped closer and looked over his shoulder.

“Wait, who is that?” She asked, looking at an older picture of Seb in his highchair, munching on a piece of toast, face covered in chocolate.

“That… that’s my son. Sebastian. Though we usually call him Seb. He’s three. Turning four in November.”

“A husband and a son? Of all the things I’d imagined for you, those were not on the list.” Hazel commented. Thankfully she only looked surprised and not upset or angry, which gave Aaron the courage to drop the last bombshell.

“And a daughter actually.” He pulled up a picture of Ruby. “Her name is Ruby. She’s almost a month old… and she’s the light of my life. All three of them are.”

“Well… I’m happy you’re happy.” Hazel settled on. “And I’m sure Jackson would be too.”

“You think so?” Aaron asked, turning his attention back to the headstone. “Sometimes I almost feel like I’m betraying him by moving on and living my life.”

“Don’t be silly.” Hazel pulled him into a hug. “I know my son and I know he’d want you to live your life to the fullest.”

Aaron nodded and swallowed around the lump in his throat.

“Do you still come see him here?” Hazel asked after a few minutes.

“Sometimes. I try to go on his birthday and the day he died.” Aaron told her. “I used to bring a couple of cans and leave him one instead of flowers… but kids started nicking them. Free booze.” He chuckled. “It’s going to be weird not having him here anymore.” he added, turning serious.

“I’m sorry. I know you love him… but I just want him closer. He’s my boy and I miss him.”

“I know. I understand. It’s just… he was such a big part of my life. Such and important part. I don’t think I’d be where I am today if it wasn’t for him.” Aaron paused. “And he was always just down the road. Here when I needed to clear my head and talk to him or just wanted to be near him when I missed him. And now there’s only going to be an empty lot.”

“Oh sweetheart… you’re always welcome in Cardiff to come visit. I’ll always have a bed for you if and when you want it.” Hazel promised.

“Thanks… but… it’s ok. I understand why you’re moving him… it’s ok.” Aaron said and stepped forward to touch the headstone. “Thanks for everything. I’ll never forget you, I promise.”

Suddenly a tiny blond menace interrupted the moment by running towards them and hurling himself at Aaron.

“Daddy!” Seb yelled and Aaron picked him up. “Hey you, where’s your dad? I thought I left you with him?”

“Daddy’s sad.”

“He’s not going to get less sad if you run away from him.” Aaron reasoned. “He’ll be wondering where you are, won’t he?”

Seb bit his lip, realising he did something wrong but not quite wanting to admit it.

In the distance Aaron could see Robert trying to run across the cemetery with Ruby in her pram.

“Rob, I’ve got him! It’s ok!” he called out and Robert slowed down somewhat.

Seb suddenly noticed the strange woman looking at him and his dad and got shy, hiding his face in Aaron’s neck.

“Hey, don’t you want to say hello to my friend Hazel?” Aaron asked him but got no reply. He dropped a kiss in his hair and turned to Hazel. “Sorry about that. This is my son Seb. And he’s normally not this shy.”

Hazel smiled.

“That’s ok. You stay close to your daddy.”

Seb turned his head slightly to look at her.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Hazel.”

“She’s the mummy of someone who was very important to me once.”

“Not anymore?” Seb asked, picking up in the past tense in his father’s explanation.

“No he still is. It’s just different now. It’s like nanny Sarah and nanny Pat, or your mummy.”

Seb looked up at the sky.

“In heaven?”

“Yeah, in heaven.”

At that moment Robert caught up with them.

“Sorry, he got away from me. He just took off and this thing is far less manageable than you’d think.” He gestured at the pram.

“It’s fine.” Aaron assured him. “I was just introducing him to Hazel and telling him about Jackson in heaven, like his mummy.”

“You must be the husband.” Hazel stepped forward and extended her hand. “Robert, right? I knew your brother and sister.”

“Uh yes… hi. Robert Sugden-Dingle.” He shook her hand. “And this is Ruby.”

Hazel looked into the pram and smiled.

“Oh Aaron, she’s gorgeous.”

“I know.” Aaron beamed. “Who knew a girl could be the love of my life after all.” He joked.

“Do you want to come back to ours for a brew?” Robert offered. “So you two can sit down and catch up?”

“Maybe another time. I have some things to do for tomorrow. I need to make sure everything is ready for my boy in his new spot.” Hazel said and turned to Aaron. “It was good seeing you again, sweetheart. Take care of yourself.”

Aaron nodded.

“You too.” He touched Jackson’s headstone. “And you.”

“Daddy, I want to go home.” Seb whined.

“Yeah alright mate, we’re going home.” Aaron agreed. “Say goodbye to my friend Hazel now.” He said and Seb dutifully waved at her. “We live in Mill cottage. Flat 1. Feel free to stop by for that cuppa before you leave.”

Hazel smiled and nodded and watched the four of them walk away.

“Are you alright?” Robert asked softly as they made their way home.

“Yeah. I think I am.”

The next day, Aaron was on his way home from his run when he saw a large excavator in the cemetery tearing up the soil. Despite the screens the crew had put up, it was still obvious what they were doing.

He stopped to watch them work for a few minutes.

“Goodbye Jackson.”

#robron #robron fic #robert sugden #aaron dingle #my writing

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local-diavolo-anon · 4 years ago

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Ive been feeling very down the past few days. Spare any hcs for Jonathan, Joseph, and Caesar for how they'd react if they saw/heard you crying one night?

Oh i'm sorry dear... Of course you can!

Hearing reader crying during the night

Jonathan

He would wake up immediately, wondering what happened for you to cry

He would reach for you and calmly ask you what's wrong

If you want to tell him, he will listen in silence, quietly trying to comfort you

He will scoop you up in his arms and hug you for as much as you want

He will tell you it's ok, that you will be ok, saying that he will do everything he can to help you

If you want, he will gladly get up to prepare you something good to eat, maybe something sweet like hot chocolate or choccy milk

Afterward, he will wrap both of you in your blanket, hugging you and giving you as many kissed as you might ever need

He will stay up comforting you as much as you need, making sure you will go back to sleep before doing anything else

Joseph

He'd take some time to wake up, he'd a heavy sleeper after all, but once he's awake he would rush to you and ask if you're ok and what happened

He's sick worried especially because you didn't talk with him about anything

If you will tell him, he will swear on his honor that he will absolutely help you with whatever is making you feel that miserable, reassuring you that he will do his best to be with you for the whole time

Like Jonathan, he will ask you if you want to eat something nice before going back to sleep

He will prepare you whatever you want at all, including weird stuff

Maybe he will try to lighten up your mood with some jokes or proposing to watch a movie or some cartoons before sleeping

Caesar

Oh boi, this poor man absolutely panics

He's so scared that something bad happened and when he finds out he's right, his fear turns into anger

Whoever hurt you is gonna pay by his own hands

First of all, he's gonna help you stop crying, reassuring you that everything is alright and that he will make things better

If you don't want to go back to sleep immediately, he will gladly take a walk with you outside

He would bring you somewhere calm to watch the stars or to the beach

If he finds some bar or pastry shop open, he will absolutely buy you something sweet to distract you from what happened

After that, he will spend the rest of the night in the bed with you, squeezing your body close to his and giving you kisses until you fall asleep

I'm sorry this took so long 😔😔😔 i'm so busy right now and I barely have the motivation to do anything... I hope you liked these anyway my dear anon💖

#jojo joseph #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo #jojo headcanons #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo jonathan #jojo caesar

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youllneverknowrac · 5 years ago

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Oscar Diaz-Let’s Have Another

For @jeyramarie

“You need to tell Cesar that lockdown means lockdown.” You scold Oscar as you work on your baking skills this early morning,”He can’t be sneaking out to go see Monse and his little friends. He’s gonna get fined or even worse arrested.”

“I know nena, but what do you want me to do? Put bars on his window? Va a hacer lo que quiera.” Oscar shrugs, sipping the hot coffee from his mug while sitting at the table.

“You’re his older brother, talk to him.” You suggest as you mix all the ingredients in the bowl, deciding on making a batch of brownies,”What if he catches that shit? He’s going to give it to us or to Camila. He needs to take it serious. I mean it papi, talk to him or I will.” You tell your husband seriously, meaning every word. You weren’t one to lecture Cesar but this was different. This virus was a serious thing and you’d be damed if Cesar got your almost four year old daughter sick because he wanted five minutes of pleasure.

“I will mami, just calm down.” He agrees as the sound of little feet walking down the hallway catches your attention,”Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he stays home.”

“Good morning.” A sleepy Camila says, her empty sippy cup clutched in her hand,”I’m thirsty mommy.” She yawns and sets her cup on the table before climbing onto Oscar’s lap.

“Good morning mi pedacito de cielo.” Oscar smiles and snuggles the little girl to his chest, the earlier conversation coming to a end as you wipe your hands on your apron before grabbing her cup.

“Juice or chocolate milk?” You ask her and open the fridge.

“Choccy milk!” She replies with a clap of her hands,”Thank you mommy.” She tells you after you hand her the refilled cup.

“You’re welcome.” You smile and lean down to press your lips to her little puckered ones, doing the same to Oscar next,”You want more coffee?” You ask him when you pull away.

“Yes, please.”

You nod and take his mug, making it to his liking before handing it back. Oscar making sure to be careful since the toddler was still in his arms, both of them picking apart the pan de elote that you made yesterday.

“What are you doing mommy?” She asks as you return back to the mixture, pouring it into the pan.

“Brownies.” You reply, glancing over at her and laughing when you see her crumbed covered face,”They’ll be ready in a little bit.”

“Isn’t mommy such a good baker?” Oscar asks as he pops another piece of yesterdays treat into his mouth.

“The bestest.” Camila nods in agreement, her long black hair a mess as it frames her face,”I love mommy’s food.”

“Thank you, thank you.” You smile proudly, sliding the pan into the oven. Glad that you cleaned up the mess as you baked so it all wasn’t piled up at the end,”What do you say we watch Trolls 2 today?” You ask her excitedly,”Tell daddy we need his card so we can buy it on the tv.”

“Papi, please buy Trolls! Please, please, please. It’s my favoritest movie ever.” Camila pleads as she turn around in her daddy’s lap and wraps her arms tightly around his neck.

“Does papi ever tell you no?” He chuckles as he places a kiss to her head,”Go get daddy’s wallet, it’s in his room on the little table.”

“Ah! I love you papi!” She squeals and jumps off of his lap and takes off to the bedroom.

“I love you too, now go wake up Cesar. He’s not going to sleep all day just cause he sneaks out at night.” You tell him as you grab his hand and pull him up with all of your force,”But don’t be too harsh, just talk to him.” You remind as you look up into his eyes,”Okay?”

“Okay.” He agrees, cupping your cheeks in his hands and pressing his lips to yours,”Don’t think I forgot about our conversation last night either.” He smirks, giving you one more kiss before turning away and heading to his little brothers room. You can’t help but laugh at his words, walking into the living room and setting up the movie. Camila returning and tossing you the wallet so you can rent it, not being able to really focus on it when it starts as your mind wanders to last night.

Late last night Oscar admitted to you that he wanted to start trying for another kid, you weren’t opposed to the idea but you did say that you needed to sleep on it. It wasn’t something that could be decided in one day. You’re pulled from your deep thoughts by the two guys of the household coming into the living room and sitting down on the opposite couch.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Cesar apologizes as Camila climbs into his lap now to greet him.

“I don’t want you to think that I said anything to boss you around, but this is a serious thing.” You tell him with a half smile,”I just don’t want any of us getting sick.”

“No I understand, you’re right. I should have been taking it more seriously.” He agrees as he playfully bounces a happy Camila on his leg,”I won’t go out anymore, promise.”

“Thank you.” You tell him sincerely, the movie still playing as you get up to check on the brownies, Oscar following behind.

“So?” He asks with a sniff as he leans against the wall, watching as you take the hot pan out and place it on the stove,”Did you sleep on it?”

“I don’t have a answer yet.” You admit honestly, pulling off your oven mitts and walking up to him, resting your hands on his chest,”I need a little bit more time, okay?”

“Okay.” He solemnly sighs,”Whenever you’re ready let me know.”

“I definitely will.” You smile and pat his chest,”Now come over here and try this.”

“Can you read to me papi?” Camila ask Oscar as she sits in the bed with you, putting some leave in conditioner in her curls after her bath.

“Por supuesto, ve a buscar un libro.” He grins as he puts on some deodorant, the little girl cheering as she climbs off of the bed and heads to her room quickly.

“You come too mommy!” She calls out from the hall.

“Let’s not keep the queen waiting.” You laugh as you stand up and walk out the door, Oscar following.

“I want ‘A Bad Case Of Stripes’!” Camila says as she holds the worn down book in her hand, the same one she chooses six nights out of the week.

“Well go on, get in bed.” You order, waiting for her to lay down first in the small twin size bed before you snuggle up next to her. Oscar squeezing in as well, taking the book and beginning to read it. Your heart swelling as you see the love of your life pour his heart into reading the book dramatically to keep the little girl entertained. Not taking long for Camila to fall asleep, the two of you carefully sneaking out and heading back to your shared bedroom.

“Hopefully she’ll stay asleep.” You sigh, but leave your door unlocked nonetheless, joining your husband in the bed afterwards.

“She better, I’m tired of waking up with a foot in my face.” Oscar laughs as he wipes his eyes tiredly,”I can’t believe she’s not going to be able to have her birthday party due to all of this shit, she deserves a proper party.” He tells you sadly a few minutes later.

“I know papi, I want her to have a party too.” You sigh,”We can still make the best out of it with just the four of us here. A few people already messaged me that they would drop off gifts outside, so at least she’ll have extra stuff to open. I’m gonna make her a huge cake too and cupcakes, pies, anything she wants.”

“It’s not the same, she was a bratty baby at her first three party’s cause she didn’t get the whole idea of it, this would have been her first real party that she would be able to remember and enjoy.” He pouts,”I want her to get everything she deserves.”

“She will, one party isn’t going to be the end of the world.” You giggle at his exaggeration, rolling over so your straddling him,”Why are you such a good daddy?” You ask him as you lightly scratch your fingers on his bare chest,”I don’t think I’ve ever seen a father love his daughter like you love our little girl.”

“She’s half of the women I fell in love with, how could I not love her?” Oscar smiles as he lays underneath you,”If there is something that I’ve always been certain of its that I wanted to be a husband and a father. A incredible father at that, I made myself that promise many years ago. If I was going to bring any kids into this world I would give them the best dad they could ever ask for since I didn’t have that growing up.”

“Thank you for keeping that promise.” You tell him softly, leaning down to peck his lips,”I couldn’t have asked for a better husband or father to my kids.”

“Kids huh?” He smirks as he places his hands on your love handles,”So is that a yes?” He asks eagerly.

“Why not?” You shrug as you slide your body down his slowly,”We’re ready for another.” You say, hooking your fingers in his boxers and pulling them down,”Besides there is nothing else to do.” You add amusingly and free his growing member, wrapping your soft hands around it,”Let me just show my appreciation for you first...its the least I could do.”

“Okay mamita.” He breaths deeply, relaxing against the pillows as his eyes lust over. The two of you spending the majority of the night trying to conceive another little Diaz.

#spooky diaz #spooky x reader #netflix on my block #on my block imagines #netflix #freeridge #omb #one shot #omb season 3 #on my block season 3 #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz

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just-mirko · 4 years ago

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BNHA HACKER AU - CHAPTER 4

MASTERLIST

Mirko x F!Reader

Warnings: HAWKS BEING A SUS BITCH 2.0 #peghawks2020

WC: 2k

(A/N: This is unedited! Please message me if you spot any annoying mistakes! I will probably have the edited version up in a day or two!)

“Then with that I leave you, my students, sleep well!”

He left for the doors and closed them behind him, effectively leaving 15 teenage criminals in a room together.

Hah.

After principal Nezu left, the crowd dispersed. Many chose to scout out their dorms instead of interacting. Each person was a loaded gun. Aimed at their enemies or themselves did not matter, we were all afraid for when the first bullet would strike.

That being said, most seemed overall relaxed. Students would try to start conversation and socialize, which was apparent by the mumble of voice within the school’s halls that returned from before Nezu gave his brief speech.

I was turning towards the dorm hallway with my bags in hand. The gentle tap of my shoes along the hardwood floors could be heard in crisp, purposeful taps. Right as I walked through the threshold of the door connecting the dorm corridor and the main hall, I heard footsteps growing louder behind me.

I kept walking forward and kept a close eye at the plaques on each room’s door that signified who was housed where.

The footsteps continued getting closer until in my peripheral vision I could see a lock of white hair swaying.

“You again?” I asked, feigning annoyance. Of course, her presence wasn’t exactly unwanted but it was unneeded.

“Mmmhmm” Mirko hummed while gazing down at me.

The image of her and Hawks pushed itself into the forefront of my mind, leaving residues of anger wherever it bounced in my brain.

“So… you and Hawks?” I looking at the hallway door when I said it. I slowed my walking down to almost a complete stop before turning towards her.

“Are you guys dati-“ I made the mistake of looking into her piercing red eyes and caught a glare, making me stop my sentence.

I held my breath for a second, thinking I angered her in some way, but to my surprise she let out a laugh.

“You got so scared! Look at you! You’re just a bottom little bunny” She relaxed and leaned her arm down to rest on my shoulder. The height difference was so obvious when she was standing this close.

“C’mon (Y/N), lighten up, combat training is going to be a breeze! I bet the view from the floor will be nice.”

Did she just- never mind.

“Oh as if.” I rolled my eyes and started walking again towards my door that came into view. She followed me and watched as struggled with the door.

The doorknob was plain and silver, with a small black pad above it. I was more than confused.

“Were we supposed to get a key or something?”

I continued jamming the doorknob and pressing at the black pad in frustration. It was getting late, and being locked out of my room wasn’t on my list of things I can emotionally handle.

One of Mirko’s hands came to rest at about my elbow from behind me. Delicately moving her hands up towards me wrist, she paused, before gently holding the back my hand, her nails ghosting against my palm.

My heart was racing, none of her arm’s subtle movements went unnoticed. I feared that with how close she was, with her right behind me, and this, whatever this is, she could hear my heartbeat pounding in my chest.

She guided my hand towards the black pad and brought my left pointer finger down on the sensor.

With a small green light and a click, the door swung open. She kept her grasp on my hand for what felt like a moment too long yet still too short before stepping back and turning towards the door across from me room.

“The doors are locked via fingerprint,” She stated matter-of-factly with a smirk.

“Tell me if you have any more troubles (y/n), I’m right next door.” She seemed way too pleased with herself when she walked back into her room, not sparing a glance over towards me, standing in the door frame of my room when her’s closed.

That night I laid awake staring at the ceiling, just as I had done last night. Though the only difference was last night I was contemplating to even go here, now I was contemplating how I would even survive here.

The dorms were nice and decently sized for the whole ‘underground secret society’ thing. A bathroom with all the basics including a deep bathtub, a queen bed, a mini fridge, and coffee machine. What set t apart from average was two things. Color changing lights that were set under the bed and desk, giving everything a vibrant glow (A/N no reason for the lights they just look cool :))

The last special thing in the room was a giant black desk, obviously set up for a giant desktop and even more hardware, but the surface with unscratched, unused, and empty. It sat in the corner of the room alone, unlike the other areas that had lamps, colored lights, or fake plants; the desk had nothing.

I would still have to grow accustomed to the new and pristine room. It smelled clean. Like fresh disinfectant and fake lavender that is just slightly off from the real thing. I could not say I missed the cans of soda on the floor and random sticky notes everywhere.

The old apartment was crammed with miscellaneous objects. All the things I was too attached to throw out, but not too attached to leave all together, I guess.

I rolled over, suddenly very aware of my awakens. I checked my clock. A large sigh eased from my lungs. It was only 11pm. That meant I was not losing too much sleep on my first day. I could only imagine how screwed I would be if those led screen lights were showing 3am or any other blatantly early time.

I guess since I was awake, it would not hurt to get a snack or something. From my recollection, I remember seeing a café like area in the common room, though I was too preoccupied to look at it for too long. They might have a granola bar or some snack I could eat. I was really craving chocolate milk right now.

I was in the slightly delirious sleepy stage of consciousness. The point where I had no filter to what I said, and no self-preservation. In said state, I threw on some slippers, grabbed my phone and grudgingly walked out to the hallway.

“choccy milk, choccy milk!” I whispered to myself in a singsong voice. The walk to the end of the hallway seemed to only last a split second before I was there, at the door to the common room.

“choccy milk, choccy milk!” I reached towards the doorknob, shivering once the chilled metal touched my fingers. Right as I was about to pull the door with my weak and tired muscles, I heard shuffling from the other side of the door.

I opened it slowly, and peering in through the crack in the door. Though dark, and his back was towards me, I could recognize the distinct frame of Hawks. The dirty bastard. Why he be actin lik- my thoughts were interrupted by two sharp clicks. On the floor he sat a suitcase and opened it up. It was the same one that had the red unidentified fluff in it. More fuzz was on it than before, apparent as it stood out among the black fabric casing.

He moved in front of the suit case and blocked my view, but I could watch as he crouched down an opened it up. Suddenly, a flurry of red came spiraling out and circling around hawks. He stood up and the shapes were revealed to be feathers, each one different than the next. The continued to storm around like he was standing in the eye of a hurricane surrounded. Feather by feather they collected by his shoulders, forming broad wings that’s wingspan was around 10 ft.

He ruffled the wings around, spreading them out and even doing a test flap, which sent a gust of air in all directions. While he was… adjusting them? Stretching them?

This had to have been his quirk. And it was an amazing one at that. This was my rival? How was I supposed to beat that?

“Woah” I silently whispered. His wings twitched at the sound, and it appeared all the feathers stood up straight. He quickly turned around, his wings taking on a defensive position and each feather spiking outward like tiny knives. I quickly hid behind the door, hoping he didn’t see me, though he definitely heard me.

My heart pounded in my chest, and I held my breath, knowing now that whatever his quirk was, it enhanced his hearing.

I slightly turned my head to my ear was pressed up against the wall and I could hear anything he did. I cringed at the slight scratch of one of my earrings against wooden door and paused again.

Through the polished wood and all the space between us, I made out his footsteps beginning again as he walked away from the door. The breath I held in my lungs released shakily. My eyes darted across the hallway, which suddenly seemed so much longer. The expanse of parallel lines from the crown molding and the wallpaper and everything made me feel like caving in.

I had barely dodged that encounter, and I know it would not have been good if he found me snooping. I was not my intention, but it did give me a slight advantage. I knew his quirk.

I knew his quirk.

Unlike someone’s fake name or hacker alias, quirks were something you can change. They stuck with you the rest of your life, one of very few constants we could have. And because quirks, especially unique ones like Hawks’, were specific to each person they not only would let me find his real identity quickly, but also gain information on his past, something most people in this life tried to forget.

I had no intention of using this information maliciously, it was more or less self-defense. If he was out for me, its only fair that I get to build a shield. I was just evening the playing fields.

My brain was vacant of all prior need for choccy milk, now, all I wanted was answers, though for now those would have to wait. My smartphone said it was almost midnight, and I already started things at this academy on the wrong foot, I don’t want that to repeat with my teachers.

I guess it was foolish of me to believe I was always one step ahead of everyone. I was untouchable, invisible, I had power. I forgot that people don’t get into this school on daddy’s money or luck, they’re here for a reason.

But at that time I didn’t care, of course I didn’t, I just narrowly avoided my current rival, and walked away unnoticed. Untouchable.

I went to sleep quickly. I woke up early. I slept well. The next day started good. I made coffee and pondered over the empty desk once more. I was ignorant.

#bnha #mirkobnha #bnhafanfic #bnha mirko #bnha x reader #bnha au #hacker au #mirko x reader #rumi usagiyama #rumi usagiyama x reader #xfreader #xf!reader #just-mirko #justmirko #bina #BINARY #peghawks2020

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sorenissuperior · 4 years ago

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I'm on break. Not doing too bad. Was feeling a little meh earlier, but luckily I pulled myself out of it. Starting this week we'll be going back to regular work hours. So I'll be doing 5 days a week. Tuesday through Saturday. I'll be getting off in the afternoons so I'll still be able to talk to too for a good part of the day if you'd like. I go in early around 9 each day. We'll be opening the first day of june. We're only allowing 15 customers in at a time, and donations will be done the same. We won't be going through them, just tossing them in a box and having them be taken. All customers are required to wear a mask, even children. No fitting rooms and restrooms allowed for customers either. There will be walkways placed on the ground with arrows and such so that no customers can bump into each other and stuff. 6 feet apart and all that. I'm trying to stay positive about everything. I wish we didn't have to open. But I think I need the time to work now more than anything. I need a distraction. I have needed one. You should try out the demo for Valhalla. I think you might like it. For me the game feels like someone wrapped you in a warm blanket and gave you choccy milk. Or whatever beverage you want. Water probably. Its just really cozy. The music is nice. The characters are all wonderful. The themes and the character growth is so nice. It really helped me feel better about a lot of things. You can select the kind of music you want to play during your shift at the bar. I can explain more if you're ever interested. I still got like 10 minutes? I wrote this one pretty quickly because I knew what I wanted to talk about and say. Something else I want to do is post some of my favorite music on here, although I feel you probably won't like it. Kind of like what I said I'd wanna do with games. I post a picture or a link and talk about it. I think that might do me some good, and you'll learn a bit more about me. Would you be interested in that? It'll be something in between us talking if you ever need a break, or just want to be left alone. I hope you're feeling better, krys. I wish I could help. I care for you a lot. I know you know that, but know I'm always here. Message me when you'd like. I'll be here.

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joshbaxterbct · 8 years ago

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P day ( performance )

Today marked the end of our sound project with the final performance. Our group arrived in studio absolutely amped in costume ready to go, as you can see here in our pre performance bathroom selfie.

All amped and ready to go, coming prepared in costume with our bottles of choppy milk each I think we looked completely stupid. Exactly what we wanted. Giving of a playful vibe.

As for the performance it self I think we managed to sound pretty good. Being up first in anything brings a certain sense of anxiety to a person. Not knowing If we would be setting the bar high or low. I think most of the group felt it a bit too, I know I certainly did. Forgetting to put my chip packet on my foot before we started.

I think we managed to stick to our graphic score rather well however we did vary off in areas, wether that was due to nervousness our just being plain confused with where we were at I’m not to sure.

Was our performance as experimental as others? We seemed to be quite rhythmic mostly due to the nature of our instruments. If we had maybe used sounds from of first soundscape project we maybe could have made it a bit more diverse, as after about half way through It began to get quite repetitive. In saying this I think our performance was defiantly more improvised than others who seemed to have put a lot more planning into the structure of theirs. We somewhat winged it and just used the graphic score as a guide. In terms of when to play the graphic score worked well, however I think we could have maybe added more texture to it. Thought about what different kinds of sounds we could make with our instruments. The score was good but it possibly left the gate open to wide for what kind of sounds we were meant to make. I think this would have helped to make ours not so repetitive and make it more experimental.

Our group worked well together however the fact that we are all friends may have held us back a bit. There was no real confrontation amongst us when planing our performance. This is great but not when ideas need to be pushed to make them better. Us all being friends I feel meant that we were happy going with the flow and ideas weren't challenged or brought up. This was maybe why we didn't address the small parts of our performance that could have made it better. Don't get me wrong I think we are all happy with what we achieved today, But I do feel our performance did lack that wow factor, that other groups definitely had. I feel that we just simply weren't thinking about the performance in a sense of a show along with the sounds and maybe we should have been. Groups that did this really stood out amongst the crowd.

In terms of visuals the backdrop was a really nice touch to the whole thing it made it ours. Also our costumes well they speak for them selves. I think if we could do it all again we would for sure play on making it more of a show, adding elements of showmanship to give it that extra touch or further experimentation with sounds. Maybe skull some choccy milk, who knows but give it more of a wow factor.

In saying all this this week has been awesome and an interesting insight into the word of preforming. The last thing I thought I would be doing at uni was playing a maccas combo. Overall this group project has been really fun as well as challenging, we were far from perfect but I think we did a pretty good job.

Video coming soon ..... will be interesting

#ctec501 #sound project

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adamthewriter · 8 years ago

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The continuation of The Great Milk Lord And The Ultimate Choccy Choccy.

“Jay”

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“Here is your cookie sir, fresh right from the oven at the heat of 9,000 Melvin. Just like you requested” a enthusiastic cookie clerk said. I never know what to say to people for their service. I want to believe that he really cares about my cookie needs. How could He? When we live in a world centered around money. I mean, did he really heat my cookie to 9,000 Melvin? Did my cookie really come out the oven? “Sir? Sir?! Your cookie? ” said the cookie clerk. “ Oh. I’m sorry man sometimes I go to places In my head” I said as I left cow-mart. Its a beautiful day outside. Maligornia is great this time of year. I have been waking up at the break of dawn for years. Seeing the sun rise above the mountains and seeing the green sky is always something that brightens my spirits. I need to get home so I can Drink My milk and eat my cookie. I like my cookies at the heat of 9,000 melvin because no matter what it never gets cold, until I eat it that is. I don’t own a car because thats how my parents got killed. I know the guy who did it. I know where he lives. I know his name. I know his family. I thought about murdering all of them but They don’t give you milk or cookies in prison. I have reached my parents home. It doesn’t feel like mine even though its my inheritance. It reminds me of the tragedy and not what it was meant to be, A blessing. My parents were wonderful people they took care of me. They gave me everything i ever wanted. Growing up, I had no friends because my parents told me that you are a special kid and normal people won’t understand the greatness you possess. I never understood that. I thought thats something parents just tell their kids. Anyway. Its time for me to get the milk. The secret basement. I go to the stairs that leads to the door. I open it. There it is the glorious milk maker. Its shines and I can see my reflection in its glossy finish. The red button awaits my touch. I push it and out comes 28 glasses of milk. My parents told me that 28 glasses is the perfect quantity that you can consume. They told me it will provide me with the strength that a human needs. I still don’t know why it was 28. The glasses come out on a platform that is easy to maneuver. I bring them to the milkaroom. Where I do all the drinking and consuming of cookies. I take a sip of the first glass. This flavor compares to no other ones I’ve tasted. My body starts to buzz. I feel like a cell phone when your at school and it goes off. Hopefully people are smart enough to put their phones on vibrate in school. Wouldn’t want the teacher taking your phone. I feel strong. Strangely strong as if I can lift anything. My legs feel powerful. Why is this happening? I don’t think I can make it to work. I work for moogle. A website for searching everything and anything milk related. It sucks though but It pays for all the cookies I eat. This is what I get for only drinking chocolate milk. My parents said there is power that comes with the the different types of milk. White milk And Chocolate milk. Depending on the person it can give you special powers unique to who you are. My parents told me these things but I never believed them until now. They also only gave me chocolate milk because they said it holds the key to light. White milk holds the key to evil. They said that a chosen one rises up every 100 years to prevent the destruction of the world from a evil being that is chosen as well. I really should’ve of listened to them but I was just a kid. I lost them when I was 17. I want to devour the the bastard that killed my parents. I want to rip his hands off and his feet. Then I will grab his lips and tie them shut so He will never be able to drink anything again. My dear parents. Did they know I was going to be this? Why couldn’t they tell me I would become this? I was too young? Was that It? They tried to speak truth to me. I loved them so much. I should’ve fucking listened! No, I did listen but I believe if their were alive, I’m sure that they give me all the answers. What does this power mean? Am I an abomination? Am I the one meant to save the world or Am I meant to destroy it? All I do is drink milk and work At moogle? How can I save anybody? Damnit! My pathetic life was so nice. Just me, my milk and the great outdoors. I can’t stand this anymore! I need to know what I’m turning into. Everything in my parents house is broken. The furniture is in pieces. I didn’t move, i’ve just been dealing with my thoughts. My mind is racing. I can’t feel any physical pain. I am unstoppable. I’ve always been slow. Never been able to lift the 45 pound bar in weight training class. I’m running down the street. Cars are flying behind me. A trail of wind is following me as I run. I will run and run away from it all. I will destroy the fucking disease that killed my parents. I was interrupted by A reddish, bluish portal that appeared in front of me. I dart through it unable to stop. I wake up in my bed. At least it feels and looks like my bed. Something is wrong. My clothes don’t fit anymore. I stand up but I bump my head on the ceiling. I crouch and try to move to a mirror but all the mirrors are black. I get outside. There is no sun, no trees and no cow-mart. I see a group of odd looking people wearing dark robes moving towards me. I can’t move. I can’t fucking move. They are coming closer. They stop when they all stand in a line in front of me. They stare at me with such intensity. They speak with loud voices in unison. “ Jay, You are the new Milk Lord. You are chosen to save us all from the Great Darkian. A foe that is chosen by the darker side of the Choccy Choccy. You are the light, Jay. We don’t know who The Great Darkian will be this time around. We have had knowledge of you since you were born though. You’re parents knew as well. Jay, They were killed before they could help you through the transformation. Welcome to Your Destiny. You will come with us to Milknesia. There We will teach you the ways of the Choccy Choccy. Now, Come. We must give you knowledge and train you until we believe that you are ready for the final transformation. The evil one is already risen as well and has been approached by the First Great Darkian just as we approached you. Jay, it is time for you to understand. LET US BEGIN. ”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ P.S the next part of the story will be the introduction to the new Great Darkian. That will be whenever so idk

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