#ryan beats up simon au

[peachesofteal]

The dead disco break up Pregnancy au got me in my feels all day. Literally all day.

And all I can think about is when the guys get home? Find her not at the apartment and they’re both like, “can’t blame her, I get it” and are over come with guilt. Their own relationship getting a little rocky. Maybe Johnny gets frustrated more easily with Simon. Simon withdrawals a little more into himself bc that’s how he handles pain and grief. But they make it through. They always do. Until they find out about darling and the baby. However that happens, be it in a grocery store or whatever. But Simon comes from a very traumatized childhood. He sees the baby and just knows. That’s their kid. And is overcome with so much grief bc now he’s no worse that his dad is he? What’s worse than someone that’s there and beats you? Someone that’s not there at all. Not knowing. And he has always promised himself he’d never be like his father, but than this is just too close to comfort.

I imagine he surprises not only himself but Johnny and darling the most when he ends up doing something drastic. There were no words he had to defend himself or Johnny. He’d be mature. Whatever it takes, whatever darling needed just let him be in his child’s life, let him be in your life, let him do better. Don’t LET HIM HAVE THIS WEIGHT ON HIS SHOULDERS.

Darling would have more whiplash than Johnny but even Johnny is taken back by the lengths Simon would go? (Getting out the military? Domestic security and law enforcement jobs so he can be home? Idk?) but Simon just comes out of no where, with “I’m here. I’m not going no where. I’ll spend the rest of my life making this right.” Bc he does love darling and he does love Johnny, but that kid? He’d move heaven and hell for that kid. It was Ryan Reynolds who was like “I love my wife, love her more than anything. Then we had our baby girls and realized I would use my wife as a human shield to protect my kids” As a joke of course but it’s to that extent. Simons 2 priority’s become taking care of that child and mending the relationship between the three of them, not bc he loves them (he totally does, and his devotion to his partners is infallible) BUT BECAUSE that kid needs to know what healthy relationships are based out of love and communication not grief and missed social cues and resentment.

Simon takes fatherhood seriously. Most serious job there is. And he’s not going to let darling’s (low key selfish) feelings of betrayal and self deprecation keep him from taking care of his child and said mother of that child.

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Johnny however? He’s the one that’s hesitant surprisingly. He’s hurt. Beyond hurt that you wouldn’t tell them something like this. It’s the adult thing to at least say something right? Even if they did leave. This is more than them now. And he goes along with Simons initiative to fix all of this but Johnny needs some serious reassurance and maybe an outlet for all this anger and hurt he has. And there’s so much going on that it’s easy for Simon and darling to kinda miss that a little bit,

Until Johnny doesn’t want to hold the baby. Says he’s scared he’d drop it. But Simon knows better.

Johnny feels lost.

Darling feels lost.

Simon is their beacon of light in the darkness.

It comes down to the sexiest night known to human existence, and a lot of crying and confessions while fucking all those emotions out. Simon has always known how to get these two to let down their walls. Breakfast is for figuring out detail’s schedules ect. But that night? That was them fixing it. Letting go and moving forward. In the sexiest. Way. Possible.

^look what you’ve done to me. I’m serving alcohol at a bar thinking about these characters, THE DISTRACTION IS REAL AND I NEED MORE.

You’re fantastic. I hate you for doing this to my brain. Love ya!

Um… hi? Hello? Come back. Let’s talk about this more, let’s break it down. I am obsessed with this. I love this. 🩵🩵

Simon goes into protective overdrive the second he see’s you. Not sure how or when or where it happens, but Bee is not even two months old, and he doesn’t even need to ask you. She’s so little, cocooned in a linen wrap, cradled to your chest, and he already knows. How could that baby be anyone’s but their own?

He does exactly as you’ve described, drops everything and retires early. Price and Johnny always thought he’d make captain soon, but none of that matters now. His military aspirations have meant less and less every year since he met Johnny, and meeting you only sped his career’s ultimate demise along.

He’s not going to let the cycle repeat. He’s not going to let his child grow up and feel like they’ve been abandoned by him. He’s not going to let Bee grow up without him being there. Loving her. Supporting her. He won’t be his father. He refuses.

You agree to let them see her, and agree to let them take her for nights or days if they’d like. But you won’t let them in. Won’t do much more than co parent with them, won’t engage in anything real with them, won’t give them a single inch. You stonewall them, block them out, give them excuses and refusals at every turn. Sure, they can be in their daughter’s life… but they can’t be in yours.

While Bee is important, you are too. He wouldn’t use you as a shield to save her, he’d save you both. There’s no option. No choice. You’re the love of their lives, the now mother of his child. He’d lay down and die for you.

But none of that matters. You won’t let them in.

It drives Simon insane. He’s understanding, and mature about it, and patient (compared to Johnny, who’s running hot over it… frustrated, agitated, consistently visibly upset, holding onto his anger and resentment over the fact you never came forward and even told them about Bee. Johnny can’t get over that you went through everything alone… can’t understand why you wouldn’t tell them, give them a chance to be there for you.. and it stings. It hurts him, so fucking much, and that hurt melds into anger, it burns into his heart and twists his feelings until they’re a jumbled mess.) but he can’t seem to make you understand that they love you, that they thought about you everyday when they were gone, that they mourned the end of the relationship. It’s not just about the baby, they were coming back for you no matter what. They knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that they weren’t meant to live their lives without you. They made a mistake.

But… they fucking abandoned you. And now they come back, and see that you have a baby and just decide they want to be back in your life? No. Absolutely not. They didn’t want you anymore, before Bee… nothing has changed. You won’t let yourself fall back into their grasp, and you’re so adamant about that that you fight them nearly at every turn. Can they take Bee? Sure. But “family trips” to the store? “Family trips” to the park? Not happening. You pack her diaper bag and kiss her goodbye, while Simon watches you with an intense scrutiny, eyes tracking your every step while he holds little Bee is his giant hand. He doesn’t miss a single thing, doesn’t miss the way your hands shake when you press a sweet kiss against her cheek, doesn’t miss the way your body moves sluggishly, like you’re exhausted, even after the nights they’ve had Bee, which means you should have gotten plenty of rest. Johnny just stands in the corner and stares at the floor, hands in his pockets during these exchanges, practically unwilling to engage with you in any way because he’s just so… upset with you, still. He’s better with Bee, loves her dearly, but can’t get past what he’s holding inside of himself, can’t get past how he feels so betrayed you, even though a part of him thinks he has no right to those feelings.

I love your last little bit - about the night Simon breaks you and Johnny apart and then puts you back together. There is something very similar/along those lines in the actual fic outline.

BUT ALSO… let’s imagine: They try to fix it. They try to get you to let them back in, to open up to them, to let them be there for you. As time goes on, Johnny changes, the red hot fire of anger that burns inside of him eventually goes out, lovingly smothered by Simon, and his resentment and feelings of betrayal all melt away. How could he ever have felt those things, when you were the one who was left all alone? Pregnant, with no way to contact them? He lets it all go, fully embracing parenting with you and Simon, trying to get back into your life, trying to love and support you from afar, any way they can. They start to notice a change in you… you seem a little happier, a little lighter on your feet, a little more relaxed and they think it might be working… that you finally might be growing more amenable about letting them in, about building back the relationship.

Until… they show up for Bee’s first birthday party, and there’s a man with his hand splayed on the small of you back in the backyard, holding you, tugging your body into his, while Bee shrieks and giggles on the blanket in the grass. There’s another man, watching their daughter, holding their darling girl close, while they stand in the doorway, shell shocked.

[leothil]

I got tagged by the wonderful @like-the-rest-of-la 💖💖

🎶✨️When you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, publish, then send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) ✨️🎶

1. Dancer by Flo Rida My dance instructors played this during one of our lessons and I immediately fell head over heels. The beat is perfect for west coast swing and it's super fun to sing along to! For a bonus, imagine Buck and Eddie dancing to this à la @rewritetheending's dirty dancing au or @hetrez's dance instructor Eddie fic.

2. America by First Aid Kit This is a cover of Simon & Garfunkel's song, but I adore this version. A half-formed SSAA arrangement based on it is swirling around in my brain, and I wish I'll find the energy and motivation to actually put it together some day!

3. We Built This City by Starship I downloaded a custom map for this to Beat Saber, and it might be one of my favourite tracks to play now. It's impossible to sit still and/or not sing along while listening to this!

4. On the Way Down by Ryan Cabrera I thought making a photoset of it would make it stop playing in my head, but no such luck! It's so vibey, and, yes, the buddie vibes are there. The brainrot is terminal.

5. Mä Elän Vieläkin by Pate Mustajärvi feat. Harri Marstio, Jorma Kaariainen and Topi Sorsakoski This is a beautiful cover of Jimmy Webb's Highwayman (made famous by Johnny Cash with the Highwaymen quartet) that never fails to reduce me to tears. The longing, melancholy harmonies stab me right through the heart. It's unusual for me to imprint on a Finnish song, but this one did it. (The lyrics are completely rewritten for the Finnish version - I encourage you to look them up, if you listen to this, even if google translate can be a bit iffy)

Tagging the aforementioned @rewritetheending and @hetrez as well as @onward--upward @dearestdiaz @alyxmastershipper @elvensorceress @annansmith @toboldlynerd @thatsveryood @oneawkwardcookie (sorry if anyone is double tagged, I did not check anything lmao)

[punkcherries]

yall got them on my mind again so,,,,,,,,,,,,, They

[bytheangell]

Must Be Something in the Water

(read on AO3) (This week’s @ficletinstruments​ prompt: Sports AU: The new player on the opposing team is cute)

“What do you mean Raphael isn’t swimming today?” Jace demands, glaring at Alec as he fits the swim cap over his hair. 

“Got the flu or something, Meliorn just told me,” Alec says, shrugging. “Sorry, man.” 

Jace is livid. He’s been training extra hours this whole month to finally show up Raphael’s backstroke. Jace’s specialty is freestyle and the month before Raphael nearly tied with him in it, which was unacceptable. They’ve been going at it like this for the past year, and this - the final meet of the season-  was supposed to be the culmination of it all. 

It’s their turn in the practice lane and Jace takes a step up to the block. “At least we’ve got the relay in the bag without him,” Jace says, still upset but trying to find the silver lining. 

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” Alec says, and Jace looks up to follow his brother’s gaze over to the lane next to them where his eyes land on a guy he hasn’t seen before doing a backstroke that would put Ryan Murphy’s Rio Olympics performance to shame. And he’s gorgeous on top of his perfect form. In fact, Jace’s wandering mind decides it would love to see that perfect form on top of--

“Jace. Jace!” Luke’s voice snaps from behind him. “I blew the whistle three times for you to take your mark. Where’s your focus?” 

“He’s just keeping a close eye on the competition,” Alec snickers behind him. Jace turns to shoot him a glare. “Really studying that form, aren’t you, Jace?” 

“Well pick your jaw off the floor and get in the pool,” Luke replies, never one for beating around the bush. Thankfully the cool water works to counter the warm blush he feels and he almost forgets about the cute boy from the other team until he gets out of the pool and, wiping his face in his towel while walking, runs directly into him. 

“Shit,” Jace says. “Sorry.” 

“No worries,” the guy replies quickly, staring a little too long before pulling his gaze away, clearing his throat.  

Before he can walk away Jace stops him. 

“You’re Raphael’s replacement, right?” 

The guy nods. “Yeah. Just transferred this month. I wasn’t supposed to start yet but they threw me in when he got sick.” 

“I’m Jace,” he offers.  

“Simon,” the other guy replies. “Raphael told me about your little competition. He’s actually really bummed he’s missing this meet.” 

“You know,” Jace says, attempting to sound casual. “We had a bet going that whoever had the fastest times owes the other a drink. You in?” 

“Oh, really?” Simon asks, in a tone which implies he knows Jace is lying.    

“Yep. It’s tradition,” Jace insists, taking the chance. 

“Well, I wouldn’t want to break tradition,” Simon smiles. “See you after the meet.” 

Simon beats Jace twice, in freestyle and backstroke. Jace would normally sulk over that, but somehow being two drinks in across from a smiling Simon hardly feels like losing.

[bites-kms]

La Joie de Vivre: Paris 32mm

Just came from Le Caveau de la Huchette - yes, the jazz club from La-La-Land. I didn’t know this, until I was at the door. I was just looking for a fun place to have a drink or two on a Thursday night and what a joy I found. I literally found the joy of life, or the Parisian way - la joie de vivre.

These people, they were so immerse into the beat, it was très magnifique. Specially there was this one women, with style and grace, short hair, long earrings, long skirt -long according to her age but edgy enough let her wave and move around-, without a bra, laughing and shaking her arms towards the back while killing the dance floor at the beat and rhythm of bebop with his partner, a black man with a white haired afro, with the same big smile and crazy moves as her. It was amazing. I only felt tele transported like this before and it was at Nicky’s, the best Speakeasy bar in Buenos Aires. But this was the real deal: I am in Paris, living the late roaring 20s, in between wars after the American soldiers fought in Paris, in a lost cave right next Ile de cité, few blocks away from Notre Dame. 

photocredits: Black Label Media  Although I must confess I was expecting to meet my Ryan Gosling - and yes, I did remember our dance mov(i)es - I met Mr. PH, or Pierre-Henri, the lovely Swedish/French, who lived in Utah from Uppsala. It’s amazing to be able to connect with all these people through music, regardless of age and origin, and this was even more special due to my Swedish experience. We danced and laughed a lot. I proudly made a fool of myself and decided I’m gonna learn this dance once Im back in NYC. Then I met Maurice, a younger, intriguing French guy with whom we danced more upbeat my-hips-dont-lie songs. That was some intense moves going on there! I had such a wonderful time I couldn’t wait to come home to write about it, I hope to make justice to the amazing experience I just had. Walking down the Seine, as Owen Willson in Midnight in Paris, I came back home - to this evil, evil Airbnb, not without stoping by the Louvre and enjoying all its secrets, changing my movie switch to the Da Vinci Code.

It’s still mesmerizes me how much these narratives shape our collective perspectives on the world. I was thinking about this exact same issue while walking down my office’s street the other day, back in NY, and saw a couple of police patrols going around like crazy, with a black SUV that looked as if it was from the FBI and a small but intense manifestation. I was surprised on how quiet the protesters were after the police cars passed by and didn’t make much sense to me. That was when I finally realized I was living this meta-reality and was tricked by my very own mind: this was all a set up for Gotham and I thought it was the real deal. I couldn’t stop laughing and my mind exploded for a couple of very long minutes trying to understand and process all these realities happening at the same time in my head!  So yes, this is my tribute to them, to the movies, to those little pieces of realities that we share in 32 mm (or blue ray, but that way is not that picturesque any more) And it feels weird that I start this tribute in Paris and not in New York, but I guess the NYC experience still feels a little bit surreal to me. At least here I know I’m not staying for good, I’m just here for 10 days, so I guess that makes me way more objective, an eager observer and an obsessed analytic of every minute.

I deserved some celebration after the success on the US embassy, so I decided to start with the simplest thing: let’s go for dinner! I went for my poulette avec pomme de terre but since it only came with fries, I switched it for the plat du soir and felt a little bit of the Jack Nicholson’s magic on Something Gotta Give at the Grand Colbert restaurant.  

I ended up in the most surreal circumstances on a Friday’s night. Lost, during a thin-rainy eve in Paris, searching for hidden wifi hotspots in order to reach my destination: a typical French bistro by Le Marais. What I didnt realized, was that I was gonna run into this typical French guy called William. William, is actually a PHD professor and researcher from Atlanta- although he has been living in France since forever, and as per a Woody Allen movie, he was wearing a brown suit jacket which was double his proper size. He was also wearing bigger trousers -not pants- and we debated about morality, existence and transcendence of matter and language over the Frankfurt School, Marcuse, Horkheimer, Adorno for more than 4 hours, having wine, charcuterie and terrine. It was a very nice movie cliche to experience without even planning it!

Who knew Paris was so famous in movies? I mean, of course in the collective imagery it is, but I didn’t actually realize the size nor the amount of “featured time” Paris have in this movie so called life. After my wonderful La-La-Land experience, my expectations were high and difficult to match, but oh you, dear Amélie, that was a hell of a Saturday we shared together! 

I went to Montmartre and started my film on the Abesees station, right next to the carrousel, close to her apartment. After a beautiful morning stroll with the sun on my face and the joy on each and every single pore of my being, I found the Cafe des 2 Moulins, where she enjoys the small but amazing things of life. Little did I know that not only the creme brûlée was gonna be amazing, but the atmosphere and the memories would be as such! The waiter became my fan: he noticed I was writing in my journal and started hitting on me with the sweetest and cheesiest lines ever, talking about the movie, practicing and mixing English and French, gifting me a pain au chocolat, drawing a heart gesture on the air before giving it to me. He even dared to asked for my number in the most courageous yet sweet way imaginable! It really made my day. Thanks Jullien, that was fun! Of course I also checked out the Studio 28 Cinema, where Amelie enjoys her movies. BITES & KMS SAYS: That’s a meta-hyper reality indeed: Amelie, a fictional character which I watch, goes and watches movies to the cinema in a narrative fiction, located on the same place I am standing right now in real life, thinking and wondering about what that character would be feeling at that moment, with the difference that I am feeling it right now. Wow #mindblown

Of course, I couldn’t stop singing My Song, performed by Christian (Ewan McGregor), feeling a little bit like Satine from Moulin Rouge, while going up and down hills. I hate Boulevard de Clichy, I absolutely hate it: it’s dirty, touristy, with no style nor personality, full of weird people in the bad sense weird can be understood. But well, even though the Bal du Moulin Rouge is located there, this is not whatsoever the best part of the Quarter. So, I kept my musical dream alive and went around the other small and hidden streets. I actually found a spot, which was absolutely perfect. I needed to stop and write about it. My piece of paper said something like this: “Little pieces of Paris, small and unique as the cobblestones of their streets, where only the little birds sing and the sun warms the soul, in between the distant buzz and talks from the tourists.” I imagine a little chambre on one of those top balconies, with lovers singing to each other, having sex and drinking wine in bed at 11 am on a Sunday, waiting to be drunk again to keep sleeping. I stopped by this wonderful Bistro called Le Sancerre. I had my first glass of champagne and had a delicious lunch, falling in love with all these movies, one scene at a time.

The following day I had a very specific location in mind: the Coulee Verte Rene Dumont: secret lover gardens. Only true Parisians go there and take their dates in hopes of some French kiss action. It is quite far off the tourist circuit, and that made me realized how the US is a rough copy of the best of France, with a very local spin. The Highline, that architecture phenomenon everyone is proud of, already existed here in Paris more than a century ago, and still lingers today. So, sorry Paula Scher, there’s nothing new under the sun. And talking about the sun, this was the setting for Before Sunset. I went there to seek inspiration and to reflect upon that proper dialogue that happens in the movie. Was sex with Ethan Hawke that forgettable or was it actually remarkable? Was he really happy with his wife? Why aren’t they together? Are they meant to be? 

I guess there is just time to listen to some Nina Simone - which, for the time being, we can switch for French Edit Piaf or Italian Mina- and to whomever is asking when I’m flying back, I’m just gonna do as Ethan Hawke: 

Celine- Hey Babe, you’re gonna miss that plane. Jesse- I know.

[punkcherries]

group boop !

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the mental image of ryan smacking simon over the head w his guitar in the ryan beats up simon au is glorious

this is it this is the au

[punkcherries]

v quick board mockup type deal of part of the scene i doodled the other day

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sum very quick doodlezz

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thinking abt a book 3 rewrite where ryan and min are also there. like itd probably be kind of a too many cooks situation but itd be worth it to have ryan absolutely beat the shit out of simon for telling hazel To Her Face that he murdered her mom

[punkcherries]

Stop making me want to draw for the rymin as apex commit a mutiny and adpot hazel au. (jk pls don't stop)

I WOULD LITERALLY LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR ANYONE WHO DRAWS THINGS BASED ON MY SILLY LIL IDEAS,,,,,,,,,,,,, i will note tht the story in my head doesnt initially have ryan and min as part of the apex it goes more like they stumble on the musical jungle car and by extension hazel and tuba and kinda pal around with them while theyre there (its like early on to them being on the train so they probably argue a bit in that time. insert hazel asking if theyre married cus they bicker like an old married couple and ryan and min getting very flustered here) and part of the conflict is ryan getting Very attached to hazel and min thinking he needs to ease up on it a bit (ryans neglected ass sees a lil kid on her lonesome in a scary interdimensional train and just goes Im Going To Be The Father I Never Had Now)

thats around when grace and simon enter the picture, who have a somewhat similar but conflicting goal to min and ryan of taking care of hazel (though at first for them its mostly insofar as they can get her to be part of the apex) min and ryan would be pretty apprehensive of their whole shpiel abt the conductor but ryan initially insists on going along with it solely bcus hazel wants to go, while min tries to get him to think a little before blindly doing whatever, ykno for hazels safety (these roles get flipped as grace smooth talks min into trusting them and simon gets on every last one of ryans nerves)

them ALREADY being apex could also be interesting too tho,,,, maybe they were recruited when they were older and so theyre a little more able to see the holes in the apex’s whole deal when its illuminated to them via hazel and tuba

[punkcherries]

What if Simon tries to get rid of Ryan since he knows Ryan doesn't like him, idk if it would be when he killed tuba and it's a "you wanna be next" situation or he tries to separate them after the fact (like trap him somewhere) and manipulate min into thinking Ryan left, but bc min doesn't 100% trust either of them he and kez stage something where she "leaves" to go actually find ryan

oh simon DEFINITELY tries to put a wedge between ryan and the rest of the group, but leaving him trapped in a car somewhere is both devious and could be an interesting parallel w/ when samantha left simon when he was a kid,,,, i feel like for the sake of a Neat Overarching Plot™ or w/e as things would go assuming things follow the arc of book 3 itd be a bit too much a bit too soon since itd probably happen before simon axes tuba but its still a VERY interesting thing to think abt 👀

[punkcherries]

Why would Ryan and Simon butt heads aside from Ryan having reasons to be suspicious of the Apex and Simon being an introvert who dislikes disbelief in the Apex and Nulls, or would that be the reason? Similarly why would Min and Grace get along? I feel Min and Simon are the closest counterparts of the two groups given the former's brief rant about being abandoned, whilst Ryan and Grace are more similar due to their extroverted personalities.

oh grace and ryan definitely also get along p well, but grace is more focused on getting min on board since hes the more hesitant between the two. grace is also just all around better with people! simon is so caught up in the grandeur of their perceived mission and much quicker to get snippy when he thinks people arent listening to him, that getting ppl on their side is much more difficult for him than for grace. grace is cool headed and charismatic, which are traits that lend themselves quite nicely to her manipulative tendencies, ppl are more likely to trust u if ur confident and act like u know what ur talking abt instead of getting argumentative abt it yk??

as for ryan and simon butting heads specifically, simon is a very controlling type, and ryan is a reckless free spirit, so simon being unable to control ryan like other members of the apex would definitely get him wound up and ryan would NOT take kindly to simon's needling and bad attitude. the "counterparts" thing is kinda why min and grace get along but ry and simon dont, personality-wise simon and grace are both kinda twisted versions of ry and min, but like. in different ways. grace has the people skills and charisma, which are traits min is endeared to (especially in ryan) but she uses them for her own personal gain, while ryan is more ingenuous ig? simon on the other hand is an introverted nerd yes but he kinda has the bossy "im the Mature One so u gotta listen to me" vibes min gets from time to time but like. Way Worse. and that rubs ryan in all the wrong ways, cus those are traits he hates (though hes a lot more chill abt it w/ min)

i think grace and min would also hit it off based on similarities between like how their parents raised em n stuff. grace got private dance lessons and parents who werent that interested in her as a person, min got private viola lessons and parents who Tried but also kinda clearly were nudging him away from things He wanted to do, theres common ground there yk? i think theyd have a nice moment in the debutante ball car

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Would Ryan and Min be older in book 3?

in my idea for the au theyre about the same age as grace and simon so no! the idea of 50-year-old ryan throwing hands w simon is vaguely hilarious tho LJGFKLF

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why did i just write 3 and a half pages of story for my ryan-and-min-in-book-3 au

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😢 that art of Hazel with Ryan and Min is just too adorable, I can totally picture her with them, with her being Ryan's cute, little partner in crime with goofing off and causing mischief and Min being like "Oh great, now there's two of them."

CONSIDERING RYAN HAS AT LEAST ONE CHAOTIC YOUNGER BROTHER ITS LESS OF A "now theres two of them" AND MORE OF A "wow i finally know what deja vu feels like: a headache!" KHJGFLKG honestly i think ryan is more of a mischief enabler than an enactor, hes so keen on making hazel happy he just tries to go along w whatever she wants and support her. he wants to be the supportive and present parent/older brother he never had but min is like "dude u cant just go along with whatever what if she gets hurt or something" min is the killjoy parent/older brother tht just wants her to be safe,,, that combined w ryan getting Very Attached and min trying to get him to chill cus tuba has it handled makes for a minor conflict in the au before grace and simon show up and make things Worse! FGJDHK