#wish i could've posted this sooner but i was stuck at work

[nahokura]

Someone made a request about reader being one of the Brellies and thats they're a doctor, knowing all the weak points in the human body because they needed to know them. They get into a fight with the Brellies and after destroying some of them they are all smile and kind.

I don't remember who was the person who made the request because I posted the draft and deleted it so let me know if you read it!

Warnings: explicit violence? I never wrote about fights so it might not be good.

Reader's power is to see the human anatomy through the bodies.

Reader is gender neutral.

You were a doctor. You left the house kinda early to make your studies. Reginald Hargreeves never cared that much about what you loved and never helped you through your passion so you decided to left the house. You left before Five time traveled so you don't know about his disappearance and you're not surprised to see him at Reginald's funeral. You arrived the last since you were kinda far away from your natal city.

Everyone was gathered outside next to Ben's statue.

«Does anyone wish to say something? Pogo asked.

–So now what? You asked. Dad died, it's a part of the life, it should've happened.

–I don't think you understand, dad has been murdered. Luther answered.

–What about it? He was a monster, he deserved to died. Said Diego while crossing his arms.

–Wait a second where were you all this time (Y/N)? You're a doctor you could've examine his body if you just came sooner. Noticed Five.

–You're the one talking Five, you left for seventeen years to say that the world is ending in eight days. Klaus laughed between his words.

–Wait, what now? What happened when I wasn't here?! You complained, giving a questioning look to Five.

–A lot of things you don't wish to know. He replied. Luther cut you both:

–We're not going to fight now, right? Not at dad's funerals.

–This is stupid, my work is more important than something who should've happened some day or not! You sighed, speaking in a sweet way.»

The funerals ended, everyone wanted to leave. Except learning that the world was going to end, nothing interesting happened. You thought that at least you could have autopsied the body as Five said but the corpse had already passed the cremation stage. You walked around the house, trying to find some new informations or find a clue that dad actually cared about you. The only thing you found was a book that you only forgotten when you left. Diego joined you and spoke, trying to sound soft:

«You still think that dad cared about us?

–He should've at least left us a clue, I said everyone died one day but Five said the world is going to end in eight days, this can't be a coincidence.

–You're overthinking things. Even if he knew something he wouldn't have tell us.

–I always have hope in other's kindness.

–As always.»

You both smiled but your smiles quickly faded when you heard a gunshot and Allison scream that people just entered the house. they really have a good timing. You think to yourself. You rushed with Diego to the center of the house where you heard the gunshot and Allison. The intruders were six, you were seven, with six people having powers. You all ran straight away, Luther told Viktor to stay back while you all were ready to fight. Diego took out his knives and threw them at one of them, the knives touched one of the man. You used your powers to see where they had been embedded. One was stuck in the peritoneum and the other has been thrown in his kidney. It will stop him for some times but he still has his hands and his guns were intacts which worried you. You rushed to the man while he was still screaming in pain, crouching. He raised his pistol in the air and aimed at Diego. You kicked him on the side of his neck which knocked him out completely, you swung his gun with your foot. Diego was shocked for a second but quickly concentrated on someone else, aiming at them. You looked around, Luther certainly didn't need help. You didn't know where Five and Viktor were but your eyes quickly locked on Allison who was fighting with her bare hands. Why didn't she use her power? You didn't want to underestimate her but you had a bad feeling. You picked up the man from before's gun and joined Allison. You shot in the air to have the killer's attention and when he turned around, you punched him in the solar plexus, causing his breath to catch in his throat. Allison took advantage of this and kicked him in the groin. You nodded in approval.

«Good job sis!»

You smiled brightly and searched for Klaus afterwards. Your brother was drunk so you were worried for him, he could do anything dumb. You climbed upstairs and saw Five from the corner of your eye, he was fighting with another man. You assumed he didn't need help when you saw the man's bloody face and Five's confidence. You searched for Klaus again and quickly found him when he screeched loudly. You ran to the room from where you heard him.

«I don't want to hit a woman!»

He cried, something in his voice said that he also said that because he was not in a state to fight. You approached the woman quietly and moved your hands in a way to tell Klaus the woman to turn around, which he didn't need to do because the woman noticed Klaus' eyes looking behind her. She turned around and immediately punched you in the face. Your lips curled up into a gentle smile.

«You know, if you want to damage me you'll have to hit... You raised your feet and gave her an highkick in the temple, causing her to hiss and hold her head with her hand. Here. it's just an advice.»

Klaus looked at you then strangely looked next to him.

«Who are you looking at?

–Ben...»

You chuckled nervously, you didn't want to believe his powers could make him see their dead brother. A voice was heard from behind you:

«So I guess there's one left.»

It was Five. You nodded. You helped Klaus standing up and went down the stairs with your two brothers. You were all gathered here except...

«Where's Viktor?!»

You shouted in cohesion with Allison.

«Shit..Five muttered under his breath and teleported, searching for Viktor.

–We should search for him together, there's only one left so it'll be easy! You said happily.

–And if you misaimed one of them? Asked Diego. How can you even be so chill and smile after making half of them pass out?!

–Chillax Diego, (Y/N)'s a doctor, remember? Klaus reassured. Five came back and panted, seems like his powers were not infinite.

–(Y/N)'s power makes their hit even more precise, trust me, they're all knocked out, I verified while searching for our dear brother.

–Viktor must be with the killer, that's what worries me, we didn't hear a single noise since we beat up all of them. Allison was right. Viktor must be with the killer.»

You looked around and suddenly, your face looked like you just realized something. You didn't even take the time to tell everyone to follow you, you just ran outside. Viktor was defending against a woman with a knife. He was lucky to fall on the only one with a knife because he would've been dead by now. Your brother didn't see you, he was more focused on saving his life. You approached the woman, not caring if you were loud or not this time. The woman turned around to face you and you punched her in the face. She punched you back and thrusted her knife in your shoulder. You screamed but you were chill, you weren't afraid for your life.

«You should really learn where are the most fragile points in a human being, because as a murderer you're useless if you don't know those basics.»

You hissed at her and lifted your foot, kicking her in the knees unsuccessfully. She let go of the knife to avoid your hit. You sigh and walks forward, the woman was stepping backward. She didn't have any weapon and she looked like she didn't know what to do, those people were obviously beginners. Viktor was behind the woman, she didn't pay attention of this. He wrapped his forearm around the woman's neck and squeezed tightly to knock the breath out of her lungs. You smirked softly.

«Take your teammates and get out of here. I don't care if you can't lift them all, get out and don't try to touch my family again.»

The woman nodded, Viktor let go of her, her breath and face were enough to tell you that she gave up. She ran away, your brothers and Allison soon joined you and Viktor. Everyone was looking at you in shock. You could see the woman trying to lift her partners from the outside.

«You're letting her go. You know she will probably take her revenge? Diego scowled you, still shaken by the events.

–She can come, I'm waiting for her. You smiled brightly as you didn't make three men pass out and a woman leave. Luther shrugged. What? Why are you all looking at me like that? Five said as he didn't almost kill someone himself:

–You're so chill about all of this. I'm sure you could've killed them and still look so bright.

–You're the one talking, your opponent was at the verge of death! Nobody deserves to die, we all deserve a chance to enjoy the sun before the world ends.

–They're gonna have sequels, I saw everything before going outside. Viktor said.»

Your face was still soft, you didn't have any worries and that totally shook up your family. You hugged Viktor, then Luther, then Klaus, then Allison, who hugged you back. You hugged Diego, he was still flabbergasted and no words could come out of his mouth. You tried to hug Five but he avoided you by teleporting which left you with a pout. You brushed it off and chuckled.

«I'm so happy we're all reunited! I hope this will last forever!»

#reader #the umbrella academy #tua #umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #luther hargreeves #reginald hargreeves #ben hargreeves #allison hargreeves #diego hargreeves #x reader #request

[lovemehatemex0]

this is going to be a long one. but it's about my life, my thoughts & my feelings. I purposely had to put the keep reading button on because of how long this post is.

From leaving high school 10 years ago, I never imagined I would be where I am today. I planned on getting my CPA & being an auditor. I assumed I would already be married by now because 18 year old Christine was obsessed with her shit head boyfriend. I thought I would've been out of my parents house by now. & i never knew guys could be such disgusting pigs in this so called dating world that I fucking hate it. I've also never been so bored in my entire life. I for the first time ever, feel boring. & I now know why I constantly stayed busy all the time going to college, getting my masters done & even just keeping up with it for another 4 years.

I'm honestly kind of disappointed in myself that I never tried to become a CPA. My downfall was I was never a good test taker. & I was too busy working/seeing my friends/ seeing my boyfriend to even care about it. At times, I even wish I didn't go into accounting. I never wanted to go to college. Was never good at understanding concepts & applying them to everyday life. I hated school. & everyone knew it. my first ever exam I took, I failed it. Got a 53 or something & that stayed with me ever since I was 10. if there were any other ways I could've earned money I would've rather done that. Because I still don't think this shit is it for me. I only passed college one way, & I'm not proud of it. But I wasn't spending all that money to fail.

This one is going to have a lot of feelings, & I already just cried over thinking of it. I thought for the longest time I was going to be stuck with my ex because of what he gave me. For at least 4 years I felt stuck. & I should've listened to my dad & got out sooner. Especially when he forced me into having sex with him when I was 16. That should've been the first time. Another time should've been when he left me for another girl. & then life throws you a crazy fucking curve ball & you're stuck with something for the rest of your life. But, I was honestly expecting to marry him. Until he started telling me he was going to propose to my at my college graduation & i literally freaked out & was like omg ive never even been with another dude & i cheated on him. I think all of the trauma experiences literally keep me from liking someone. & I think I'm so used to being on my own after feeling like i was stuck for so long, I don't want to give up that freedom either. & I will find the slightest thing wrong with someone just to not like them. I just stopped giving out chances already because I'm stick of the bullshit.

Aside from not wanting to give that up, my hearts in a place where i know it shouldn't be. & I'm so hopeful for the impossible & I know I shouldn't be at all. & I think that's another aspect that stops me from liking anyone else. I try not to but it does. I freak out in my head whenever I kiss another guy. I never expected to go down this path & I told myself I would never go for anyone that was. & I know I'm replaceable. & that's what scares me the absolute most about all of this.

I honestly was expecting to be married by 25. I was also expecting to weigh less than what I do now & to be moved into a house in either Fairfield, Shelton, or Milford. But like a cute little boxy house with the two windows that pop out of the roof on the second floor with a porch on the front of the house. I just think they're so cute. Or, it's not the worst scenario but I would love to be living in NYC. That was always my dream. I was also expecting myself to have at least one child by now. Do I think buying the Audi was a good financial investment? Honestly, no. It was more or something I wanted than a need. I should've been looking for a house or an apartment, but as much as I want to live alone, I don't want to be alone and have that financial responsibility on me either. Whenever I think of being on my own, I just think about how whenever I'm sad I can cry whenever I want & no one would be around to hear me. & no one would know how sad I am over certain things in my life & what I really want.

If there's anything in this life i hate more than anything, I hate this dating world. I hate how you have to hook up with someone to get to know someone, to get to see if you even like them, & then maybe, just maybe something could come from it. But I've had no luck. My last date I think was in December & I didnt hear anything from him since because I wouldn't fly down to Miami when he was going to sleep with him. & I swear to god if one more guy asks me for a threesome or to find a guy for me & him to have a threesome with so he can get action from the guy I will just stay single for the rest of my life & be all my friend's children's cool aunt. I purposely stopped saving people's number in my phone because I just know they're not going to be around for long. It's not worth it.

I literally told anna yesterday i've never been so bored in my life. Literally nothing is going on. I have no drama in my life. I don't talk crap (as much) like i used to. I'm not seeing anyone. Let's face it I'm not even talking to anyone. I literally want to be up in bed by 8 pm & do nothing but scroll on tik tok or cry my eyes out. I don't even want to shop because I don't need anything. I don't need more clothes or jewelry or shoes. & material objects are starting to become pointless to me. They don't make me happy like they used to anymore. I also wonder if I'm just starting to lose interest in things. & I wonder if I'm starting to become depressed again. It trickles on & off from time to time, like a roller coaster.

I don't mean to overthink so much. I just think of all the what if's that could happen & it makes me want to ask question and wonder well what the hell is going to happen. I expect the worse out of everything, even in a good scenario. Mainly because I am so used to getting hurt & being sad. So I try to prep both my mind & my heart to be hurt to help it when something actually does happen. I don't want to be like this. All I want is to just be happy. & get what I want. & go through life knowing I was happy with what I got & where I got in my life. When is it my turn to finally be happy & get what I deserve?

I guess all of these thoughts started coming up because my 10 year high school reunion is coming up & people I was friends with in high school who I didn't expect to be going are going because they want to show off what they achieved in their life. One wants to show "how pretty they got" another wants to "show all their successes" after getting bullied. I was literally an emo girl in high school who wanted to hide & stay away from everyone because I got told I was too fat & I was so big growing up I probably ate humans & people would tease me because I didn't run to they would purposely steal my shit & run away with it because I would huff and puff while trying to run. I also never joined the dance team when I got told numerous times I would make it because the girls who would bully me were on the team & i didnt want to get picked on even more. Since 2013, I got a little less scary looking from high school & I am in the position where I'm not proud of my life but I'm surviving.

I guess that's why I say I wish I was dead. So I didn't have to deal with this life and my actions & where I am today. I know people would be better off without me in their lives & I wouldn't be such a fuck up all the time. Secrets could die with me, desires would die with me, & all of my feelings would finally go away & I wouldn't be so god damn emotional all the time. I'm sick of wondering why certain things happened to me & why I'm put into certain positions I'm in.

Wow this felt amazing to write out & just get off my mind. & now I remember the true reason why I got tumblr when I was 14.

#10:55 pm

[sharpeshelen]

I was thinking, because we're gonna be a family, we could give Helen a new name. You know, a special one. What do you think? Because, it can't be "Mommy". Why? Because Mommy's in heaven. And Helen— Helen's right here.

#newamsterdamedit #usersimona #sharpwinedit #sharpwin #sharpwingifs #bbelcher #new amsterdam #* #max x helen #luna goodwin #wish i could've posted this sooner but i was stuck at work

[rixxy8173571m3w1p3]

Out Of The Woods (3/?)

This multi chap fic has been one that I've wanted to write for a while. I'm hoping to connect a few loose ends, since my series is getting closer to the end. Don't worry, I still got a couple of fics left in me. I'd love to thank @xerxezra whose conversations with me are always inspirational. I'd also like to thank @dorkydisappointment whose writing got my creative juice flowing and @hoodoo12 who continues to inspire me all the time. Please check out the wonderful art done by @ravenousscorpian for two scenes out of the second chapter of this fic (Her art found here)

References to the woman in Ricks journal is from my fic What You Found Amongst The Pages. I know, that was shameless self promotion. There are a lot of questions that I wanted to answer in you'd chapter, but for the sake of editing had to put it in the next. I'll work on it right as soon as this is posted. Thanks for everyone's continued support. 😘😘😘😘😘😘

If you haven't read part 1 or part2, then heres a link (Read Chapter 1, Chapter 2)

In this fic the reader tries to uncover the mystery of the artist behind Zeta-7s portrait.

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Chapter 3: Dare Not Say That Man Forgets Sooner

Whatever redeeming qualities the room held in the previous happy hours were gone, and now even the remnant, lingering daydreams were falling away. With every hour you comprehended the severity of your assumptions and what the consequences were if you decided that enough was enough. Honestly, you didn't want to lose him because Zeta-7 was the light of your life; he expanded your universe and had helped you become a better person, but you could still carry on if you needed to. You had the means, your work, and an ever growing list of books to read, but was it enough, now that you had gotten a taste of the good life? Probably not.

Nothing made sense anymore.

Concerning the current situation, and all which led up to it; if you considered everything which included your existence, life till now, and all he had ever done, then there was no mistaking that he loved you; or had; at least thought he did, but it didn't change the truth of the matter; you hadn't been the first. A few hours had given you time to weep until you thought you had no tears left to cry, but there was still a thick fog over your thoughts and rationality; any shift of emotion being too much to bear. You curled into yourself, aching, hoping you'd disappear, but it didn't work; you were still here; stuck. Being at a disadvantage, not knowing how to get home and neither having a way to get there if you could was frustrating.

Who knows how long you'd been down here, despairing, wallowing in memories and dust, but you were tired, thirsty, and knew that if you didn't move he'd have trouble finding you, and yet you didn't care; let him find you; let him work for it. Though, how would that make it any better? All it would do is succeed in upsetting him before you knew all the facts. You hated this. Father always said hate was a strong word that shouldn't be taken for granted; you rarely had reason to feel as such, but the more you gleaned from those photos and the more proof you found of her presence about the place made you feel hateful and bitter.

Thinking of her smiling at him, receiving every bit of his loving-kindness and inviting demeanor animated by unaffected good-will; his general countenance and becoming familiar with a fresher-faced creature of your dreams; holding him; touching him; loving him. Oh God no, you thought, groaning into a handmade pillow. What was worse was that you couldn't dissuade the thought of her mysterious silhouette sneaking up behind you, plunging a knife into your already fragile identity, and taking back what was hers. Your doubt feeding these ugly horrors which were hybrids of nightmares and daydreams.

Though during a brief moment of clarity, you had come to a conclusion which hardly alleviated these feelings, but we're true; it wasn't your fault. Yes, it had been your choice to accept him and be in a proper relationship with someone with an ambiguous past, and yes you did snoop around a little, but you didn't know how much he'd been hiding or searching for someone like her and had settled on silly, stupid you. Yet, no matter how much you thought about it, why chase a vision of the past and put so much effort in the present? There must've been more to this; there had to be.

Manifested, unstinted kindness and consideration and love in his form didn't happen out of the blue, it was nurtured and conditioned. Had it been her influence which made you knew? Who knows, but you had been fortunate to have had an opportunity to associate let alone form a romantic attachment, but that would soon pass away once you confronted him. Right? After a little while longer, when your heart was finally beginning to slow and thought you'd be able to catch your breath, you heard him walking about upstairs; calling and knocking.

Rick was home and you turned over on the couch and covered your ears so you wouldn't hear him; you weren't ready to deal with this; you didn't want to deal with this. In your heart of hearts, you wanted to go home, to the past, back to when there were no problems and it was just you, dad, and your dreams. If only he was still around so that he could tell you that everything was alright and it was all just a bad dream and that he could fix it, but you couldn't; only in a dream, you could. Dad always knew what was best, but you were old enough to decide for yourself now.

Did this mean you wish you never knew Rick? No, but you wished that you would've never known about all this; about her; that you could've lived in ignorance. Oh, the sweet, sweet bliss of ignorance, how wonderful it had been while it lasted. Even when his warm laughter echoed down the stairway, having found you, ready, eager and excitable to be near you, you didn't answer. You knew you weren't in the state of mind to say anything nice, that despite it all he wasn't a bad person. Yet, the moment that hand of his touched your shoulder, you hissed. “Don't touch me.”

He gasped, stunned by this uncharacteristic aggression. Maybe you weren't the nice girl he thought you were after all; especially if the rustling of his clothes alone made you angry enough to dig your nails into the couch cushions. Zeta-7 waited for a few moments, ruminating on what would be the best course of action before he knelt down to be at your level and wondered. “What's wrong? Are y-y-you hurt? Is th-there anything I can do?”

Swallowing back a sob, you silently counted to ten then answered in a listless tone. “I don't know if you can. You've… you've been hiding stuff from me.”

“Huh, I-I have? What have I…”

“Don't try to deny it.”

Pushing yourself up, you rubbed your swollen eyes and chanced a look at him; your sight fuzzy as tears threatened to fall but thankfully didn't. The alarm in his widened eyes at the state of your runny nose, and tear-stained cheeks made him instinctively reach out to wipe your tears away, but you pushed that familiar, loving hand away. “M-mi corazón?”

Instead of answering as you usually would, you pulled out the well-loved copy of Persuasion from behind a pillow, took a deep breath and dropped it on his lap. “I found it while I was looking for something to read.”

“Oh geez.”

“And can you believe I found more than I bargained for.”

You two sat in silence for what felt like hours as he stared at it, and when he gathered the courage to look inside, the lines about his brow and mouth deepened; another sign that it was true. When he finally interrupted the silence, he confessed regretfully. “I-I was going to tell you.”

“But you didn't. There's a lot of things that I understand are none of my business, but this….I think is a good time to know. If you care about me at all, then read what you wrote.”

“But it's - it's not what you think.”

“Then there's nothing be afraid of. Go on then, read it.”

Visibly swallowing, his shaky hands held it open and he stuttered. “I-I-I thought of you today as I left th-the milky way, on my way t-to a classified location. I-I wish you were here so I could show you the beauty that exists across the universe, but knowing our limitations I can only send you this wonderful novel that I found when I was exploring a-a bookstore located on one of Saturn's moons. I-I know it can be hard to believe that Miss Jane Austen's works can reach the furthest depths of-of space, but that can be blamed on a certain Gallifreyan and his little blue box. I can't wait to hear what y-y-you think of it. Till next time my dear. With love, from Rick.”

“Don't forget the photos.”

Setting down the book, he glanced at the discarded photos, sagging a little after each one, gauging your reaction after he finished studying them. Rick was a smart man, he knew well enough that he messed up and how compromising those photos were. “It's not - I was only writing as ugh - as a friend.” He began, wringing his hands as he went on. “Y-y-y-y-you know I don't have that many.”

Which was true. “Really? So what did she do for you? Was she special?”

“She - she made me a little less lonely. That in itself was something I w-was grateful for.”

Your nails bit into your palms and that ever familiar ache bloomed across your chest; his answer birthing more questions than you were willing to ask. He offered you a Werther's original to placate you which you accepted; it's wrapper similar to the one in the painting. As ever he waited for you to answer, and the longer he waited, the more he sagged; his eyes pleading, hoping, wishing that he could know whatever hurt clouded your heart and wanted to fix it. “I want to believe you, I really do,” you admitted, which made him hopeful, though only for you to crush it with this. “but I'm tired of walking on eggshells. Tell me, what did you want from me when you had someone like her? Seems as though she was a good match for you. She was a creative who could paint, loved flowers, and butterflies among other things I imagine.”

“Sh-she did.”

You bit the inside of your cheek in an attempt to hold back the surge of feelings which were a result of his sincerity. Damn it. You could do this……possibly. “See?” you said cooly, focusing your gaze on your naked feet. “I knew she was special considering you sent her a book that had belonged to the Doctor. She also knew about your travels, which meant you trusted her and you hardly trust anyone. The point I'm getting at is that I want to know what I am to you. So, am I a knockoff or a rebound? Because we both know there's nothing like the real thing.”

“N-n-no, not at all. You mean th-the world to me and I-I love you. I have only loved you. ”

“But she loved you, didn't she? And you loved her. I can't ignore that. If she's anything like me, then what are we doing together Ricardo? Why aren't you with her? I…. I thought we understood each other but then I found proof that I was only second best. I can't do it, I can't compete with a shadow, and I'm not going to try. I don't have it in me.”

“I-I-I-I never expected you to. Por favor mi amor de m-mi vida, if you'll let me explain, I'll tell you whatever you want. I - I don't want to lose you. Please, honest t-t-to God, I don't. I can't.”

“Hmm, I didn't know you were a praying man.”

“When you're about t-t-to lose your universe, I don't think there are th-that many options. I can't - oh please I can't lose you. Not again.”

You felt your resolve breaking. You wanted to fall into his arms and melt into the comfort of them; for you both to comfort each other and let it all go because it probably was just a big misunderstanding; him being the best thing that ever happened to you, but not yet. Maybe he was a praying man after all, and if God was merciful, then why wouldn't you be? Rick certainly would. For Zeta-7, you could be. He'd definitely given you enough chances.

“Fine.” you decided, helping him up as you stood, but through this brief touch he almost misunderstood, thinking that the worst was over and gave your hand a squeeze; his warm smile weakening your resolve even further. Maybe Ricks were masters at mind games after all. And you knew it wouldn't take much for him to make you forget how unhappy you were, and like magic, show you something wonderful and dazzling, but you didn't want to be charmed; you wanted the truth. You bit the flesh inside of your cheeks hard enough for you to bleed, and despite relishing the warmth which permeated your chilled hands, you let go. “I'm……I'm not over it yet.”

TBC

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