#am i missing somthing basic again. its always something basic

[trekkerac]

making stairs is going great

[marrrrss]

Lost and Found: Crossed Path, ch.2

Hank Voight x Reader, +basically all CPD and extra characters

Summary: lucas mom comes around. and so does a part of voights past.

Word count: 1.3k

TW: none? missing kid, overworking?

Author's note: helloooooo, this one actually fun to write, because this was the main idea that came up to me in the beggining.

>chapter 3 gonna be the past, chapter 4 the closing of this case, and chapter 5 the future (somthing along this lines) and maybe something more? dk yet<

chapter 1

chapter 3

>>>English is not my first language<<<

Chapter 2: The Past and Present Collide

7:37 AM

Clara Neves wasn’t herself. The grueling 24-hour shift at the restaurant had taken its toll. She had worked a double—first slinging plates at the diner, then serving drinks until late into the night at a bar that was always packed with people who weren’t there to relax but to forget. Her body ached, but she needed the money. The place was understaffed, and she was grateful for the hours.

She’d left the bar when it opened again, just after the junkies had cleared out and the mess of the night before faded into a new day. But walking into her apartment, Clara never expected to find it so... silent.

The moment she stepped inside, she called out, “Lucas?”

Silence.

“Buddy?” Her voice cracked. The apartment was too quiet, too tidy for a Saturday morning. It didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like home.

“Katie?” she called, the name of the nanny she'd trusted with her child.

Katie Baxter was supposed to be there, supposed to have stayed the night, kept Lucas safe as she always did. But Katie’s backpack was gone, and Lucas... was nowhere to be found.

Clara’s pulse quickened. She grabbed her phone, dialing Katie’s number. Straight to voicemail.

Her heart began to race. Panic crept in, cold and fast, making her hands shake as she dialed again. And again. But nothing.

As the dread grew, the thought of calling 911 didn’t even cross her mind. It was too much. Instead, she grabbed her car keys, her heart heavy with fear, and rushed out the door.

8:02 AM

Clara stood on the front steps of Katie's apartment building, banging on the door, ringing the bell repeatedly. “Katie, open up! Your car is out front!”

Her voice was getting louder, more desperate, but there was no answer. No sign of Katie.

Clara’s nerves frayed at the edges. She was about to knock again when a patrol car pulled up on the street, the engine rumbling like a bad omen.

“Ma’am, everything all right?” one of the officers asked, approaching her cautiously.

Clara, already close to tears, barely kept her composure. “Look, this is my kid’s nanny’s house. I came home, and the place is empty. Her phone’s off. This is her apartment, but—" She paused, trying to steady her shaking hands. "I just want to know where my kid is.”

The officers exchanged a look—one that made Clara’s blood run cold. “What’s the nanny’s name?”

“Katie Baxter,” Clara replied, almost pleading now.

The officer didn’t respond immediately. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and showing Clara a picture. “Is this your kid?”

Clara’s breath caught. There was Lucas, his face streaked with tears, his wide, glassy eyes staring at the camera, empty and distant.

Tears welled up in Clara’s eyes. “Yeah, yeah, that’s my kid. Where is he? What happened?”

The officer’s expression softened. “Lucas is at District 21. He was found earlier this morning at a park, don’t worry, he’s okay. As for Katie—she’s missing. She hasn’t been seen since last evening.”

Clara’s hands trembled harder, and her voice cracked. “My kid was missing since last evening?”

The officer nodded. “We’ll take you to your kid. C’mon, we need to get a statement from you too.”

Clara’s mind was racing. She couldn’t focus on anything except one thing—her son. She had to get to him.

8:37 AM – District 21

Lucas had fallen asleep on the break room couch, exhausted after his ordeal. He looked peaceful now, but Clara could see the faint marks of fear in his tiny body. His stuffed elephant was still clutched in his hand, as if it was the only thing that had kept him tethered to the world.

Meanwhile, Hailey and Dante were on their way to Katie’s apartment. They had a lead on Eric Vincent, a man tied to too many crime rings for comfort. Vincent’s name had been linked to a lot of things, but whether or not he had anything to do with Katie’s disappearance wasn’t clear yet.

As Hailey and Dante pulled away, Kevin knocked softly on Voight’s office door.

“Got anything?” Voight asked, his voice sharp but calm.

Kevin stepped inside, his expression serious. “Lucas’ mom is downstairs. Her name’s Clara Neves. I looked her up. She was involved in a case about 15 years ago—visual testimony—but she disappeared from the case files after that.”

“Clara Neves?” Voight’s tone shifted slightly, something in it almost unrecognizable.

“Yeah. You know her?” Kevin asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

Voight didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he stood up, his chair scraping against the floor as he crossed the bullpen, heading for the stairs.

It had been 15 years since Voight had heard that name. Fifteen years, and yet it felt like yesterday.

Voight descended the stairs quickly, his focus narrowed, his mind already spinning. He had to deal with the present, but the ghosts of the past were rising, uninvited.

When he reached the bullpen, Clara was pacing near the bench. As soon as she saw Voight, she froze. The memory of him, from so long ago, hit her hard.

“Voight…”

He didn’t let her speak more than her name. “Don’t explain. Lucas is upstairs. C’mon, we’ll talk later.” He turned sharply, leading her toward the break room.

Inside, Clara’s breath caught when she saw her son. Lucas was curled up on the couch, still asleep, his face pressed into the pillow. His teaddy bear still in his arms.

Voight nodded to the rest of the team. “I’ll give you two a while. We’ll talk after.”

Clara couldn’t tear her eyes away from Lucas. All the panic, the fear, the helplessness, it all faded away when she saw him. Safe.

The door clicked closed behind Voight, and as Clara sat down beside her son, she let out a shaky breath.

Voight turned to his team in the bullpen, his voice low and steady. “Let’s... give them a while. Keep looking into Eric Vincent. When you get something, tell me. And when Hailey or Torres come through with their findings, let me know.”

Kim, Adam, and Kevin nodded in unison. “Copy that, boss.”

Before he returned to his office, Voight paused, turning back to face his team. “One more thing. The case where Clara’s name pops up—don’t even look it up. Not a word about it. Got it?”

Adam spoke first, his voice firm. “Got it, Sarge.”

Voight turned on his heel, heading for his office, closing the door.

Fifteen years.

It wasn’t a case that everyone should know about.

Not now.

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[yourdesertsunflower]

Analysis/Opinion, Boruto Episode 178

Cause when they do something right that is worth watching I got to give them credit. 

Okay, okay, okay.  What the hell did just happen? Boruto almost made me tear up? Yes, almost.  I know I’m late (way too late, and I haven’t seen this weeks episode to be honest) but I needed to speak about this episode because, causing me to almost tear up is somthing that both OG Naruto and Naruto Shippuden only did in other occasion which, uncoincidentally, involving the same two characters. But well, we get more into it later but before starting with the analysis, which will be done in chronological order, I will just warn you: SPOILERS! Now yes, let’s get into it. 

At the beginning of the chapter I already knew this was going to be good. Like, really good. The first shot showing Shikadai tying up his hairs lacks of subtlety yet is a very good symbol and a clear indicator of what will come up next. Nara’s pineapple hair is quite a staple for the clan, it show us the tradition passed down from generation to generation. It’s, also, something that connects, both in a visual but also symbolical level, all three grandfather, father and son. Having Shikadai tie up his hair at the beginning of the chapter just was a sneak peak of all to come, how in some moment Shikamaru will have to do the same as his father and entrust everything of Shikadai knowing that he’ll be able to make things right. Really short and sweet. 

The “breakfast scene”, that’s how I called it. Well, this is the only moment we actively was Temari which is sad because I’m craving for moments with her and actually thought this was a good opportunity to do so. Yet, I respect the decision that Studio Pierrot made to focus primarily on Shikamaru and secondarily on Ino, though I would have loved to see a little bit more of the later but I’ll talk about that later. 

I think the gesture of Temari talking to Shikadai before hand about everything is very telling of Temari as a character and her relationship with Shikamaru. It does not only show a deep bond between the couple, created through a deep comprehension of and care for each other which is nice. Both Temari and Shikamaru know about loss and it’s really nice that they know what each other need during the times of grieving. She doing the dishes, talking to Shikadai or giving him the space during that day feels fitting as Shikamaru is known to be someone who needs to process things on his own. However, Temari always is there, and through little acts she shows it (even I liked the strict parenting that it was displayed here, is more of what I’ll imagine Temari doing). But, yes there is no need of flashy displays she just does it everyday which, is beautiful.

I got no particular dislike of Shikadai not remembering the date. He is almost a teenager born and raised in a period of peace and it shows. Probably he had other things in his head but, boy, you are supposedly a quick thinker! If you saw not only your father unusually late at home but both your parents are dressed all in black. I really don’t think that connecting the dots was so difficult. Still, it was passable since it gave the excuse for Temari to talk (which though sad, it’s true). 

Shikamaru in this scene is anticipating what will happen through the chapter. This is an important date not only to them but the whole of the villages but, also the change between the sequences to the monument of those who died in the line of duty, the Will of Fire also sujested the grate importance that it has to him even though he doesn’t like to admit it that openly. There is something that kept ruminating in his mind since that day; something that makes that day even more than a commemoration day towards his father.

Okay now, having finished with that opening scene, let’s get into the second scene. Before entering into the more detailed thing let’s get through this first. I know people were pissed about Hinata not being part of the group while being present at the commemoration ceremony. I find this to be understandable in terms that Hinata is no longer a active jonin, and that all the once that were up in the stage were people who thought at the Fourth Great Ninja War for Konoha and still are active ninja. Does this justifies it? No, but it gives us some sort of explanation. I personally was way more focused on having Hinata bringing Neji’s portrait. I found this enduring and a really nice gesture that just makes me want to have seen more of their relationship and development in Naruto Shippuden. In the same manner though I was pissed of that Choji wasn’t that present I understand the necessity to fill a story in a 22 minute timelapse so, even though I think Choji could be easily added better within the chapter, I understand the decision to not involve him that much. In the same manner it would have been nice to see Yoshino and Choza within the people of Konoha, a real missed opportunity.

Shikamaru looking above to the sky is a lovely gesture that carries a lot through it. I often talk about how beautifully written is Shikamaru’s arc through Naruto. He is the pivotal character that I would put a focus if a coming of age story is what you are looking for. And this character arc left us with one solid idea in my opinion, sometimes what you always wanted won’t be what is given or what is needed from you. Growing up is about taking responsibilities about following the path you consider to be right and not the easiest. However in this little moment we can see a really human Shikamaru that, is not only looking up into the sky towards his lost father but his lost dreams. There is almost a melancholic tint to all this scene, because we all have times in which we wish we could be kids again and really don’t care. It’s really humanising and it is done with such a subtlety that it surprised me.

Ao coming back is still something I don’t end up getting used to, even with two rewatches of the episode. But I got to say it, even though I find it quite convenient, he fufills the role that is needed from him in this chapter being the only person that can answer the question that’ll bring peace to Ino and Shikamaru so, even though a little bit crappy in its execution I really don’t mind he survived.

Shikamaru and Ino and their talk was really fresh and something I never knew I needed. As I always said, I love Team 10 and their dynamic. There is an undying love, support and care for each team member to the others that is so wholesmome and sweet. And in this scene they were able to replicate this perfectly. The friendship between Ino and Shikamaru was always a beautiful element within the narrative because they are, in my opinion, a really good representation of a female-male friendship. And no, this doesn’t mean that you can’t ship them (I mean you do you) but it means that I think that it was a really nice scene between two friends, one a woman and the other a man, that care about each other like family and that I am sure would do anything for each other and I think that is beautiful. Friendships between men and women should be normalised on screen and I think that Ino and Shikamaru, beyond the Ino-Shika-Cho as a whole, are a really true example of what a healthy friendship can be. They joke around with each other but also don’t shy of being vulnerable and supportive.

Here enters the well known “Survivor Syndrome”, also called Survivor Guilt, something that all three main characters within the chapter have, meaning, Shikamaru, Ao and Ino. This is a mental condition that occurs when a person believes they have done something wrong by surviving a traumatic or tragic event when others did not, often feeling self-guilt. Obviously all characters show it in different degrees; for someone like Ao that guilt is turned into the inspiration to move foward with his rehabilitation in order to live for those who died but in the case of Shikamaru and Ino it is explored completely diffeng through one element, key for this chapter.

The Recurrent Question, is basically a lovely way to introduce us to syche of this two characters and better understand the weight this two characters carry beyond the leadership of their clans. Their parents died at a fairly young age and their kids were inexperienced as it regards a war of this magnitude beyond being basically teenagers. Taking all this into account, beyond Shikamaru’s characterisation which goes alonb with it, it really isn’t weird the question they have. It fairly logical, give the situation they found themselves in years ago but also nowadays as parents to the next generation. It is really a ver humanising question as it reminds us that, before being incredibly talented ninjas they are people. This is something they need to understand for personal reasons: both as son and daughter but also as parents. Compeleting that piece of the puzzle is what something will give them a much needed peace and, also the key to move foward as it’ll be gaining a better understanding of, not only their parents, but themselves

The Next Generations, is a theme that was always reinforced through all the series but specially in Team 10. This is not only given the importance the Will of Fire had for the characters that conform it but also in the genesis of the team itself. The formation of the Ino-Shika-Cho is a strategic one that is built and reinforced through tradition. Hence the strong bonds between the different he generations of these clans because, by the passing of the torch they are entrusting there lives and legacy to the following in line. They importance of trust and time become apparent as they show us the new generation of the Ino-Shika-Cho as Shikamaru says that one day they’ll entrust everything to them, unknowingly, providing him with the answer to they question he asks. But, why he doesn’t notice this? Because he had to hear it himself, showing the respect and admiration they had as shinobi. As Ino said they were heroes, real shinobi till the very end, but is that really so? I don’t think so.

Then we go to the sequence in which Ao leaves a flower to greet farewell to Inoichi and Shikaku which I think is a really nice yet simple moment. He also had the weight of never having said goodbye to them and through this gesture he is finally coming together and giving himself a much needed peace; he finally forgave himself for being the sole survivor of that division and of the destruction.

“You look just like your father”  Well that hit me on a personal level. All people since I can remember always told me I look exactly like my mother. And, as many people that also where told so may know is not something you particularly like to hear when you are a child. You want to your own individual unbound of you parents and their lives but, when you grow and loss that special someone, well it hits differently. I can imagine what those words would mean for Shikamaru, probably some needed words that we all saw coming. It’s the idea that, somehow, he is able to keep with his father’s legacy which transcends the looks. It’s nice and sweet.

And here the question comes. Since Ao was introduced it was obvious he’ll fufill this role; answer the question. It was so brave for Shikamaru to ask it, knowing the answer may not be what he may wanted. The fact he says he “sometimes” thinks about this, shows us that the question tormented him for quite some while, fifteen years. It’s really sad if you think about the uncertainty that covered this vital part of his life that would go on to affect everything, his role as an advisor, as a Shinobi and as a father. But the answer was definitely something way needed for this two, and deserved. Seeing Ino and Shikamaru (well Shikamaru almost) cry made me almost tear up. And that’s what I said previously, Inoichi and Shikamaru as so many pointed out weren’t shinobi in their last breaths but fathers. And great ones, that entrusted without doubt and absolute trust everything to Ino and Shikamaru. It was a really beautiful moment that really felt gained and I couldn’t help but smile, though it always been obvious to me, I still was nice to hear it.

I would have loved to see more of Ino and her point of view through the chapter. I think we followed Shikamaru all through it, and don’t get me wrong I am a sucker for any Shikamaru-centric episode, but it would have been lovely to see the other side of the coin, the complete story and view. So yes, my main complain with this chapter as a whole would be that.

And we get to the ending. First of all we see Shikamaru watching the clouds as he used to do when he was a child, for me a clear indicator that a big weight had been taken away from him. It’s a lovely remainder that we can still dream and recall the child we once were.

Temari sending Shikadai to find Shikamaru is really fitting and a good gesture of Temari to be honest. I think she knew he’ll need Shikadai, as I said before this two know each other so much, so I doubt this was arbitrary.

Shikamaru and Shikdai are really such great father-son duo, I really like their interactions and how Shikamaru is able to reflect himself in Shikadai, hoping that one day his son can learn something from him as he did with his father and knowing he’ll be able to entrust everything when the time comes. And, who I am lying saying that the time will come? Some people say that this was a the anime anticipating Shikamaru’s death but, to be honest, that’s something I already knew since nothing of his dream come true. He never had two children and the first was a boy, he married a stunning and troublesome woman he truly loves, he is the Hokage’s advisor and one of the most important figures in the Shinobi world. Besides, Asuma’s and Shikau’s death I think showed Shikamaru that there is a way more fitting way for a shinobi, but even more importantly for a human, to die than peacefully which will be protecting what he loves. Yes, that moment will probably break my heart but, if done correctly, it’ll be a perfect end for this character.

The only thing I got left to say, because I won’t analyse the last scene cause (being honest) I was completely taken by surprise is, what happened to Temari? I got to say, that wasn’t really nice of Shikamaru and neither of Shikadai. Shikadai was looking for Shikamaru in order to go home to Temari, who was waiting for them. I just gonna set this clear - now Studio Pierrot owes us a Nara Family Moment/ShikaTema for doing dirty at last second lmao.

Well this is my opinion/analysis of this episode of Boruto. I hope I didn’t bore you that much when reading my opinion and that you enjoyed the episode as much as I did. Have a nice day! ❤️

[tiny-pun]

Have you considered a bit of prompt where the both hero and villian are taking a break because how bloody they are and they start verbally fighting and hero says somthing along the line of"I have to be good, I have to be the hero" and villian retorts with among the lines of "Your no hero" Thanks my dude, also honored to be your first prompt giver.I always love to see your writing pop up.

Hey! Thank you honestly so much! I know this sounds kinda cheesy but I'm honestly so happy about your feedback!

And thank you for the prompt! I believe you meant it in a more funny, sarcastic kind of way but I just wrote what came into my mind and it went a different route. Sorry.

But I'm gonna come back to this prompt when I'm in a more fitting mood! Anyway I hope you like this!

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The sounds of their swords and their continuously shorter breaths was the only think the hero could hear. With every clash, it was if their energy was dragged out of their own body, fighting a war with their body itself, to stay for just a little while longer. But the fight has been going on for too long and the tremble of their body was bordering on violent. The hero barley escaped the villians sword, pressing their own sword just enough against the others, just enough to not be sliced in two.

Now there was only the panting for air to be heard. The hero vaguely registered that the villian was in just as bad of a shape now, as they were. That neither of them had the power for another collision of swords. That their only chance was to push harder, to make the other surrender by being the last one to stand, even if that meant standing there, trembling, bleeding and out of energy. But before the hero had time to process, let alone act on them, they buckled. It wasnt clear who lost their balance first and it didnt really matter now did it? .

With barley a sound, their swords started gliding down on one another, and with them their wielders.

Tho everything seemed to suddenly slow down, the ground coming closer and closer, the hero was unable to react properly. Shortly before they collided with a ground, they held up their arms a little, knowing full well how much that will hurt. But better than their head.

The hero tried to focus on their breath, taking air in, longer and deeper with every breath. Their head was buzzing and the ringing in their ears filled up any other senses. It was as if their body existed only to the end of their lungs, pounding against their ribcage, taking away their senses. Curling their hands into fists, the hero tried to get a grasp of their body again. Trying to remember how to feel it and even more so: how move it. With a couple more longer and deeper breaths, the hero tried to sit up. It took longer than they wanted but when they finally sat, clutching their chest, hoping it would ease the burn in their lungs, they could finally think clearly again. They pressed their eyes closed, trying to focus a bit more for a second and then tried to keep moving.

This time it was easier. Somewhat at least. They tried not to stare at the villian or to think of their obviously failed mission. But it seemed like they were cursed with exactly that. The villian looked just as defeated in all the wrong ways, they felt themselves. Down on the ground, bleeding and panting, with an expression screaming, they weren't done yet. The villian rolled onto their back, closing their eyes. The hero tried not to think of the amount of pain the villian must be in. And how all of this was their fault.

'It doesn't matter.' The hero tried to tell themselve. ' they're a villian. They deserved this. If they just would've listened, if they would've tried to do better, to BE better, this wouldn't have happend'. More convincing. But it only working barley. 'Just cause they did a few things wrong, doesn't mean, they deserve THIS', another part of them argued.

The hero collapsed onto the wall the villian had already pulled themselves up against. They sighed.

"This isn't over. Just so were clear." The hero finally croaked out. " This isn't over." The hero could feel the villians gaze boring into them. "Why ?" The villians voice quivered but the hero couldn't really judge them. After all, they weren't in a much better shape either. They tried to gather themselves enough to answer. "What do you mean 'why'? " "Why do you always have to keep fighting? Why are you doing this?" The villian sounded desperate now, fear and confusion laceing their voice equally.

The hero still didnt dare to look at the villian. To scared what they'd see. Too scared to wonder about, who would heal the villians wounds, who would embrace the villian and comfort them, when they got home. Too scared to remember they weren't supposed to think about these kind of things.

" I have to. I have to do good. To BE good. To be a hero." The lack of firmness surprised them. The flatness of their voice, combined with a lulled voice sounded unconvincing. Even to themselves.

"You're no hero"

The hero hadn't been prepared for their body flinching this hard. All of their wounds seemed to close and reopen again, stones settling heavily in their stomach.

The villians whisper cut deeper than their sword could've ever had.

With burnin eyes and trembling lips, the hero finally turned their head, meeting the villians eyes. Keeping their hand, pressed tightly to their chest again, as if to hold their body together and keeping it from shaking so violently, the hero could barley hear their own words. "What?", they whispered, just as desperately as the villian had earlier. They knew it was a foolish question. One they shouldn't have asked, furthermore shouldn't have even THOUGHT about asking. Since when did a hero need the validation of their villian?

But the hero knew that this wasn't about validation. Or at least it shouldn't be. It should be about moral. About what is right and fair and what is wrong and unfair. 'Everybody knows: the lines between those things are blurred. Sometimes what is right isn't fair and what's fair isn't right.', the voice in their head was taunting them. 'Maybe it wasnt really taunting, maybe it was begging?', the hero contemplated.

"You're no hero. I know you think you a-." The villian coughed and then pulled themself up, to sit a little more comfortable. It didn't look more comfortable. ' But how could it, when-' "I know you think you are a hero but you're not.", the villian interrupted their thoughts.

"Look at the mess you've made of the city. How many buildings crashed and burned because of you. How many people were in it, you couldn't save. That I couldn't save. And look at me! Look at yourself! How long are you gonna fight for them? For what they represent? Its obvious, that you dont believe in them. That you're just doing you're task, like you're a robot. Making excuses after excuses, that you're doing the right thing, never looking back at the chaos you create just to point fingers at everyone else. So tell me: Why? Why are you fighting a fight that you dont believe in? What do they have on you? Just: Why?"

The hero hadn't noticed how close the villian had come. How they were now basically leaning into one another. Their opponents eyes were filled with tears and desperation, their hands twisting the heros shirt.

'They dont have anything on me.', Is what they don't say. 'I'm helping them because I want to. Cause I belie-'

Memories of their time with the Organisation, of their training, of their fights filled the heros mind. The time they were recruited, how happy they were to be part of something, something big. The first time they managed to be top of their class and how since then, that hadn't changed a day. All the times they ditched a party or meeting or hang out in favour of going up against the villian. All the times they've been told about the evil nature of the villian. All the times they berated themselves for doubting the Organisation. All the times they wondered 'what was even the point in fighting this fight, if the ones, who seemed to truly believe in the fight, wouldn't dare to fight it themselves. Who would rather sit behind a monitor and lecture them on all the ways they fucked it up this time.

"Say something. " The villians desperate cries pushed them back into reality, into the present. "Dammit. Just say something. Why aren't you sayi-" The hero caught the villians hand, that had reached out to take a swing, which wouldn't have done any damaged anyway.

"I'm sorry." The hero finally croaked out. "I am so sorry." The hero finally took in all the damage they had done to the villian not only half an hour ago. Examining the villians torn clothes revealing, purple bruises and red, angry cuts. Examining the broken gear, hanging off of their belt and the bloodied ground. Examining the beheaded statue nearby and cuts in the ground and walls, marking the frequently rising violence of their fight.

Finally the heroes gaze dropped back onto the villian. At their messed up hair and busted lip, just to follow the path of a long gone tear back into the villians eyes. "I am so sorry.", the hero repeated. This time their voice didnt crack. Instead there was the firmness and passion, they had missed before. The villian held their gaze for few calculating seconds, nodded and leaned into the hero. The hero laid a protective arm around them, pulling them even closer, ignoring the pain it caused.

The hero knew they had a lot to make up for. A lot of things to take a responsibility for. Afterall the fight wasn't over yet. But it was between the two. Them against the Organisation. And at the next fight, the hero had a hunch, they will actually believe they are a hero. And more importantly: they will belive in the fight itself. Cause what is a hero worth, what's a fighter worth, who doesnt believe in the war they're fighting?

[seulserenity]

In the rain - Jessica scenario

[a/n] The prompt was “start with ‘it was raining quite hard’ and end with ‘and then it seemed to rain a little harder’”. 

It was raining quite hard when Miss Jessica Jung arrived at Piura airport in Peru after shooting for Blanc and Eclare. She had worn over 20 different outfits yesterday, got no sleep last night because of an end of trip party and had been abruptly woken up by an awful storm thus currently was sat at the airport occupying the sourest face in the universe at that moment. There was no feasible way that Jessica could see herself cheering up and she had thought that her day had reached rock bottom

That was until the airport announcement bell rang

“Flight 2819 to Seoul, South Korea has been delayed due to the current weather conditions. It is yet undetermined when the air traffic control will give the all clear, the captain and his team will be in contact and keep all passengers updated on the plane’s status. We are sorry for the delay and apologise for any inconveniences caused by the delay.”

“Apologise my ass” Jessica muttered under her breath before standing up and stretching out her arms. She murmured to her manager about needing to go on a walk to calm herself down. She couldn’t believe that the one time she actually needed to be in Korea in 48 hours to celebrate the 10th anniversary of Girls Generation, which may she mention would be the first time seeing all the members at once. Sure, she’d kept in touch with Yuri and Sunny and even Yoona but only ever met up individually and it had always been a brief conversation however this would be the first real chance she had to see them all and reconnect, clear the air between all of them and regain her 8 sisters. Of course, the airline just had to delay her flight, it seemed that karma was hitting back harder than ever and Jessica didn’t even know what she’d done to deserve it. Black stilettos clicked along the wooden floor as she waltzed across the VIP lounge, she strutted into the Ladies room pushing open the black door and entering the sleekly designed space. There were small cream armchairs and stools arranged next to the basins on which rested perfectly folded towels, she flung herself into an armchair and closed her eyes briefly with her head tilting back.

“Flight to Seoul?”

Jessica pushed herself up and rearranged her face into the calm and composed manner it normally was before eyeing the new stranger up and down. This other woman was leaning back against a wall on a stool rubbing a paper towel over her hands. As she turned around to bin the towel Jessica spoke “If it ever takes off then yes, I am. Are you?”

“I would be too if it leaves this airport, although it could be nice to stay a few more days in Peru. Your body language is telling me that you are seriously stressed and it is sort of freaking me out, the stress is literally radiating from you.”

“ugh, really? Is it that obvious? Tyler’s gonna know about it then, can you hear the announcement from in here? If so, I’ll just hide in here wait damnit I forgot my phone. How bad can this day get?”

“okay so um take a step back there miss motor mouth, first of all your body language isn’t that obvious I’m just quite perspective, um Tyler - boyfriend? If you’re hiding from your boyfriend it’s probably not a healthy relationship and I don’t want to overstep boundaries but maybe you should talk to someone about it, especially since it seems to have caused you a great deal of stress.”

“Oh god, no we’re not dating, he’s my manager because you see I’m a CEO of a fashion company and also a Korean singer and so he basically arranges all my schedules and keeps me in check. In fact, it’s not him I’m stressed about, I was meant to be at a friends reunion, first time in a blue moon actually and I really couldn’t miss it but now I will and considering all my grumbling he’s definitely gonna know I was planning to meet them.”

“CEO, singer, well then ms…?”

“Jung, Jessica Jung. You?” “y/l/n, y/n /y/l/n. So, you’re worried Tyler will find out and be mad? Idol life is much harder than I thought, not that I ever thought it was easy but I presumed it was easier than normal jobs. I’m sorry to hear you’re gonna miss out on the reunion, it sounded very important to you, hey you know what they say though? When god closes a door, he opens a window so whilst you’ve missed your reunion with old friends it’s not too late to get to know a possible new one.” With that Jessica beamed brightly, the other girl’s optimism was infectious and even though she was known for having an rbf it wasn’t like she went out of her way to be grumpy. Perhaps this insightful and concerned stranger would cheer her up, heck she’d take anything right now that would turn this mess of a day into a pleasant or tolerable one. Jessica gossiped with y/n and exchanged stories of trips worldwide as the hours whiled away, Jessica found out that y/n was a photographer and had taken photos for global campaigns to save the earth as well as Victoria secret shots in the Maldives. Y/n was in every way Jessica’s opposite; while Jessica had a cold demeanour y/n radiated happiness (much like her good friend Sunny Lee), Jessica managed the crew of photographers and oversaw the photoshoots but y/n was an active part of them. Despite their differences the pair seemed to get on well though and Jessica had never been more thankful for a flight delay, she was almost heartbroken to hear that the plane could possibly leave soon as the rain had lightened for roughly an hour now. To think that when she touched down in Korea again it would be all cameras and no privacy definitely crushed her spirit and to make matters worse she probably wouldn’t have any free time in Korea to meet with y/n anyway so this little haven of free time in Peru trapped in the airport was something she wished to hold onto so badly.  

“All passengers on flight 2819 to Seoul, South Korea may now board the plane ready for departure, the plane will soon embark on its flight. We are sorry for the delay yet again, we hope you have a nice flight with us.”

The two women glanced at one another and giggled shyly, it was time to leave the confines of the bathrooms and head to the boarding desk, Jessica withdrew a piece of purple paper she had in her trouser pocket and using her pencil scribbled down in barely legible hangul her name and number. Y/n laughed as she read the scribbled note; 

Maybe a coffee back home sometime? :). 

Jessica knew that Tyler would be up her ass if she stayed any longer so she gave her companion a lingering hug and walked a few steps to where her luggage sat before retreating and stealing a kiss on y/n’s cheek. As soon as the soft peck landed it had vanished along with the girl who gave it as they boarded into first class seats. Both women left each other some space on the flight; after all it is best to sleep on flights when you get the chance and they didn’t want to disturb the other, before they knew the hostess was already announcing their descent into South Korea. The last time Jessica saw y/n that day and for the next few months was waving to y/n at passport control but it seemed that fate would have other plans. Not even six months later Jessica had arranged a meal out with SNSD to make up for her lack of presence at the celebration before, the ladies were climbing up the 2 flights of stairs to Jessica’s luxury flat with Yuri leading the line. Jessica was the last to reach the landing and when she did she saw a glimpse of her new neighbour, she’d been expecting a celebrity or possibly a business man but instead she was greeted with the familiar sight of a photographer that she had grown fond of. All those months of pushing aside y/n and focusing on work in hopes of shunning the crush failed Jessica in that moment. 

“Sica, the key.”

“give us the key, c’mon...”

“she’s spacing out again guys.” 

The two of you were glancing at one another across the hallway in disbelief, y/n smirked and walked over. 

“I guess it’s fate Miss Jung, you’re just stuck with me.”

Jessica thrust a key in Yuri’s direction and vaguely mentioned where the wine was. 

“I’ll be in in a second. “

“Oh honey it’ll be longer than a second” Sooyoung drawled as her and Tiffany muffled giggles. 

Jessica shook her head at her useless and mischievous friends, looking up suddenly she was confronted by y/n’s face a lot closer than she had perceived it to be at first. 

“There’s a storm again and the rain is crashing down, remind you of somthing?” y/n murmured. 

Jessica tilted her head up and smiled as she leaned in to kiss y/n on the lips, no words were needed and the two stayed in an embrace even after the kiss had ended. Y/n swayed herself and Jessica slowly listening to the rain patter against the windows, the two of them swayed for a long time it seemed, even when Jessica dragged y/n into her flat to meet her friends it rained continuously. 

And then it seemed to rain a little bit harder but neither girl minded. 

[tyzerman91]

A Fruit Basket or Somthing

Request:  Could you do an imagine where Sidney Crosby sets you up with Morgan Rielly??

A/N: This is where I make everyone hate me...I’m not a Penguins fan by any means. *Hides* So please, please let me know if anything just doesn't make sense. Because I really have no idea who Sidney’s friends are or what they would call him. So uh, Anon I hope this is what you were kind of asking for? 

Word Count: 1366 (Is this something you guys like to see?)

Warnings: Cursing. (Let’s be honest, everything I write will probably have foul language in it.)

“Tell me again why you dragged me to this?” You questioned. You stumbled over the long dress. With a huff, you pulled it up so you wouldn’t trip.

“Because you’re my best friend, (Y/) and I needed a date,” Sid said wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “And because there is someone I want you to meet.”

“Seriously, Sid, you’re insane.” You hit his shoulder.

 You walked into the charity event. This year the NHL was hosting an event to raise money for a children’s hockey program. Even though you thoroughly disliked getting dressed up, you had to admit it was pretty well put together and it was for the kids so you didn’t complain. Much. Sid had donated some signed hockey equipment and a jersey.

 You had expected him to slowly make his rounds before going to sit down. But no, he clearly had other plans. He was basically dragging you along. He came to an abrupt stop and you gave him a ‘what the hell’ look.

 “(Y/N), this is Morgan Reilly. He plays for Toronto.” Sid was up to something. “Reilly, this is my best friend (Y/N).”

“It’s nice to meet you, Morgan.” You smiled. He was taller than Sid by a few inches and had the most amazing blue eyes.

“You too.” He smiled back. You had to remind yourself to breathe. “So you’re the famous (Y/N) that Sid is always talking about. His description doesn’t do justice, you’re much prettier than he leads us to believe.”

“That’s Sid for you.” And suddenly it clicks. Sid is trying to set you up. What a little snot.

 “I mean, I really just want to keep her cooking for myself. She’s the best cook I’ve ever met.” Sid laughs. “Just don’t tell my mom…or hers.”

“Anything is a step of from take-out. And his opinion is bias. He has to say it’s good, he’s my best friend.” You brush his comment off. Suddenly the air is thick.

 “Oh hey, there’s Fleury. I’m going to go say hi.” Sid looks at you and Morgan. “You don’t mind keeping an eye on (Y/N), do you, Reilly?”

“Sidney.” You hiss.

“No, it’s cool. I don’t mind.” Morgan barely has time to finish before Sidney is practically running away.

“I’m sorry about him.” You sigh.

“Nah, don’t be.” Morgan waves your apology off. “I mean, he’s going to go talk with Fleury and I get to say with the pretty girl. I think I got the better end of the deal.”

 …

 “For the last time Sidney.” You stomp your foot.

“Ohhh, using the full name are we (Y/N).” He’s laughing. You roll your eyes.

“Seriously? Come on.” He doesn’t stop laughing. You growl in frustration. “You know what. Fine. Be that way.”

 You drive yourself to the arena. Normally you would have ridden with Sid, but he’s being unreasonable today. There was a slight possibility you had a huge crush on Morgan. It didn’t start that way. But Sid left you alone at the NHL Gala that night and then proceeded to actually leave you there. Morgan offered to drive you home in exchange for your number.  And you guys might have kept in touch through text.

 OK, so you were head over heels for the man and Sid found it hilarious. Claiming you needed to name your first child after him since he introduced you. And today you woke up to a room covered in Maple Leaf merchandise. Well, the joke is on him because they’re playing Toronto and tonight you’re wearing Morgan’s sweater. You couldn’t remember a time when you didn’t wear your best friends’ sweater to a game.

 You purchased a bottle of water and made your way to your permanent seat. Next to the Penguins bench at the glass. You cheered with the rest of the crowd when the teams took the ice. You watched the Penguins skate a couple laps before doing some pre-game drills. Malkin skated to a stop in front of you. He pointed to your sweater and then to the logo on his. You have him a smile with a shrug as to say “eh, you what can you do?”. He laughed and skated to Sid. You couldn’t make out what they were saying but Malkin pointed in your direction and Sid looked over.

 He skated over and came to a stop about a foot from the glass. Which caused the rest of the team to take notice.

“What are you wearing?” He asked with a grin.

“Oh, this? Just something I found lying around.” You waved him off. The team was gathered at the glass, which was probably the coolest thing for the people sitting around you. You motioned for them to get back to work.

It was Auston Matthews who made his way over from the Leafs side to see what the commotion had been about. He spotted you and yelled for Morgan.  Who skated over confused.

“(Y/N)!” Morgan exclaimed.

“Hi, Morgan.” You waved. He pointed to your sweater than to his with a smile. “Yeah, I upgraded my collection.”

“44 looks good on you.” He said and skated away.

The Leafs won. It was an intense game that went to overtime. You’ve never been in the position where you wanted both teams to win and no one to fight. Normally you didn’t care as long as your Penguins were safe. You knew Morgan played defense, but it didn’t really come together that he’d be, well, in the line of fire…

Letang had tripped Auston, you hoped it was an accident but regardless it happened. He served his two minutes and Morgan was right there when he got out of the box. He dropped his gloves and tore into Letang.

 “What the hell?!” You had screamed. They were both sent to the box. Letang with a 5-minute penalty and Morgan with 5 minutes for fighting and 2 for instigating.

 Auston was the first Leaf to step out of the locker room.

“Hey, Matthews.” You greeted him. “Good game. Wicked goal in the second.”

“Thanks (Y/N). Morgan is getting chewed out, he’ll be out in just a second.”

“Hopefully Letang is too.” You laugh. He smiles.

 You wait a solid 10 minutes. You’d almost given up when someone sits beside you.

“Uh, I’m sorry?” He mumbles.

“What?” You ask confused.

“For fighting. I know the Penguins are your team.”

“Can I be honest for a second?” He nods. “I was actually more worried about you.”

 He smiles, a bruise forming on his cheek.

 …

 Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): Are you coming?

(Y/N): Yes. For the millionth time Morgan, I am on my way.

Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): Ok.

Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): When will you be here?

Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): I’ve missed you

Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): Why are you answering me? Are you mad at me?

Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): (Y/N)?

(Y/N): I’ve missed you too.

Your Fav Leaf (Morgan): So are you almost here then?

 …

 “Damn it, Morgan Rielly, just fucking ask her.” You heard Auston yell.

“Really man, it’s been almost a year since Crosby introduced you. She’s stuck around this long.” Mitch added. “She’s clearly not going anywhere.”

 “Who’s not going anywhere?” You ask walking into the room with a drink.

“And that’s our queue to leave. Good Luck.” Mitch said pulled Auston out the door.

“Morgan?”

“This, uh, shouldn’t come as a surprise but I really like you, (Y/N).”

“No kidding, I really like you too. I mean we’ve been friends for, what, almost a year now?” You sit down beside him.

“No, I really like you. Like, like you (Y/N).” His admission hit you in the face. “Oh God. You-“

“I really like, like you too.” You say softly. A grin makes its way across his face.

“So will you be mine? My girlfriend? Lady who I-“ He was rambling. You shut him up with a kiss. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes.” You both smile like fools and snuggle up on the couch.

 “You know, we really should send Sid a fruit basket or something.” You say suddenly. Morgan pulls you closer and you both laugh.

“I’ll get right on that.”