#all i could hear was the dumb ways to die song in my head as i tried to pull his arm away and he looked at me confused like what happened

[ghost-proofbaby]

SO SCARLET (IT WAS MAROON)

CHAPTER EIGHT: LOML

AND I'LL STILL SEE IT, UNTIL I DIE - YOU'RE THE LOSS OF MY LIFE.

☆ pairings: rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

☆ warnings: no use of y/n, strong language, angst, consumption of alcohol, (overly poetic) smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, technically unprotected sex even after the idiots discussed protection, minors dni

☆ WC: 3.9K+

☆ A/N: extremely sorry for the shortest chapter in this series yet. also, out of all the songs referenced for the title of chapters, this one might be the most on the nose. i kid you not, i cannot explain how perfectly loml encapsulates reader/sugar's emotions during this chapter. if you'd like the extra hurt, 10/10 recommends listening as you read. :)

thank you to my love @hellfire--cult for the divider!

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 “Can I kiss you, Sugar?” 

You’ve made your fair share of dumb decisions in your life. Plenty of moments have slipped right between your fingers due to hesitation that you’d later regret, you have a catalog of embarrassing encounters to serve you a lifetime. You’ve said yes when your answer should have been a resounding no, you’ve made promises you knew were impossible to keep, and you’ve always had an unexplainable habit of digging yourself into graves that will surely bury you alive. 

This moment is no different. 

The correct reaction is to tell him no, to push him away and end the night here. You should leave before either of you make any mistakes and ruin whatever fragile thing resides between the two of you any further. There’s a million other options you should be taking, but at the end of the day, you still nod your head. 

Not even a second later, Eddie’s lips are on yours, and it’s hard to call it a mistake when it’s the first time you’ve felt like you could properly breathe in two years. 

He tastes like bourbon, and mistakes, and regret, and a youthful type of love impossible to grasp onto. A vague memory you never get to hold, but always learn to miss. When his hands travel slowly to your hips, you’re only pressing closer, deepening the kiss with the desperation of someone starved. Someone stained. 

You were an idiot to think it wouldn’t end this way. You were in his apartment, and you were drunk. You were brimming with bad decisions. It was always going to end up this way. 

Your knees somehow end up digging into the sofa cushions on either side of his hips, your recollection of how you climbed into his lap nonexistent. Had it been his doing, his own needy hands guiding you here? Or had it been you? You, with an ache that rang throughout your entire body, soothed only by sharing each of his breaths with him when he finally pulls back from the kiss. 

“Are you sure you want thi-”

“Don’t ruin it,” you beg, silencing him as you look into those deep autumn eyes, memorizing rivets of soft auburn that never really changed. An ever changing kaleidoscope, but there were simply parts of Eddie he’d never be able to hide from you,to change, “Not yet. Please.”

You don’t know if you’ll want it come morning. You can’t estimate just how deeply the regret will burrow once it’s all said and done; you’re not in the mood to think sensibly. No hypotheticals, no curiosity for the future. 

You just want him. Right here, right now. Far beyond just sex, and far beyond casual touches. But it’s the only way you can have him, the only way he can have you, for now. 

His fingers are more skilled these days. More deft and nimble as they race up and down your sides, quickly undoing the button of your jeans and easily sneaking beneath your shirt. Two years could be two seconds with the way he still knows you and your body, knowing exactly where to apply more pressure as he plucks on every string beneath your skin that makes you sing out for him. Hums, gasps, moans – they all sort of blend together at some point, don’t they? 

“I’ve missed you,” you swear you hear him mumble against the skin of your neck when his mouth begins to wander, “I’ve missed this.” 

You convince yourself he didn’t say it just to avoid ripping yourself apart any further.  

Instead, you busy your mouth with kissing him harder, faster, more desperately. You’re all but burying yourself in him. Your hips grinding against his, your lips swallowed in his, your hands finding themselves tangled in his hair. 

You’re drunk enough that you convince yourself that this is it – this is home. 

It feels natural to let him run you down this way. It’s instinctual as he takes his shirt off and your hands roam over bare skin that whispers with the ridges of paths you’ve traced before. You know that scar on his right hip from when he got his appendix removed as a child, you know that lightened patch of skin on his left thumb from when he’d managed to burn himself with a lighter while cutting class one day with you. You know him – so much better than you’d let yourself believe these last few weeks. 

“Do you have a condom?” you pant, and you both pretend like your words are choked up from gasping to recover the air you’d offered to the kiss, and not the emotions rearing their ugly heads. 

He does. Of course he does. He’s a rockstar now – he has women throwing themselves at him constantly. Of course he’s prepared. 

It happens somewhere between him pulling the condom out of his wallet, and managing to pull his own shirt off. At some point in which you’re left in nothing but your undergarments, hips grinding down on his in sloppy circles, he lets out a low and drawn out moan. All your movements stutter, nearly halting, as that sound rings out around you. You swear, it echoes off the walls of your own head and not the eerily empty apartment. 

You break as you gasp out, “Fuck, Eddie.” 

Another dumb decision for the books. All it takes is you sighing his name for him to flip the entire script. Suddenly, you’re no longer straddling his lap, no longer biting his lip and gripping onto the back of the sofa for balance. 

Your back collides with the cushions below and he hovers over you, kissing with more intent and purpose this time. Each press of his lips is followed by the nipping of teeth, desperately trying to mark you up along your chest, completely oblivious to the way he’s already left his stain. 

You’re convinced if he presses his lips just hard enough, if he bares his teeth just sharp enough, he’ll see right through you. Your skin will become all but cellophane and he’ll see all those blooming violets and deep maroons still left behind in the shape of his mouth. He’ll see the way another has never followed these paths, not after him. 

All the failed rebounds, all the failed distractions. There’s never been another person capable of taking your mind off of Eddie Munson. No one’s kiss ever made you bleed the way he’s capable, no one’s touch could ever erase the mark of his. 

The wine still makes your head swim as your chin tilts to the roof, giving him all the room possible to paint whatever picture he’s vying for on your skin. You let him leave his physical mark; you let him leave a physical reminder of something to regret. 

“Do you know how many times I played this moment back over in my head?” his voice is a murmur that vibrates against your sternum, words not quite slurring, “Do you know how many times I swore-”

You don’t know – and you never find out what exactly he had sworn time and time again as the trill ringing of a cell phone shatters the entire atmosphere. 

One moment, Eddie’s lips are painting portraits along your chest and neck, the acceptance of making a mistake settling deep into your bones. And the next, he’s lifting up, looking wildly towards his kitchen, where you’re sure that it’s his phone buzzing erratically on the counter. 

“I-” he looks wildly between you and the distant phone, pupils blown out and lips swollen, “Fuck, I-”

All the air leaves your lungs.

There will be no mistakes tonight. 

“Go answer it,” you whisper, deflating as you accept the interruption. The moment’s over, fading in between the lipstick marks on your wine glass and the glow of the lamps scattered throughout his living room, “It’s fine.” 

It’s not fine. It’s written plainly across his face that this is the furthest thing from fine at this moment. But duty calls; his phone is ringing, your mind is buzzing, and the moment is simply gone. 

It has to be fine. You have to be fine with it. 

“I’ll be right back,” he swears as he lifts himself up off the couch, but you know he won’t be. 

Your shirt is already back by the time he’s reached the counter, laptop already tucked safely back into your bag as he answers the call. 

“Hello?” he asks, eyes flitting over to you as he watches you gather your things, picking up the wine glass that had been yours the entire night in order to carry it over to the sink he leans against the counter next to. A bit of chatter comes from over the line, and Eddie’s entire face twists, “Am I busy? Yeah, yeah – as a matter of fact, I am.” 

Just as you sit the glass into the sink, you bring a hand to his bicep, letting it rest there selfishly. Feeling his bare skin one final time, drinking in the heat he radiates through your palm, giving yourself one last chance to memorize it. 

You’re not busy, you mouth to him with a sad smile. 

He’s not. Because there will be no mistakes tonight. 

You go to pull your hand away, prepared to somehow call an Uber or taxi, but he’s quick to wrap his fingers around your wrist just as your skin slides from his. It’s not forceful, but simply firm. Clinging with a desperation you can’t recognize. 

Stay, he mouths back, the person over the line clearly continuing to speak without Eddie paying them any mind.

You almost do. You falter and consider dropping your bag then and there. You nearly stay, wait out the phone call, sit pretty and patient until he returns to you just as he had promised. 

But he had left you with a promise of later once before, and he hadn’t kept his promise then. 

“Oh,” you whispered, disappointment gripping your lungs, “Oh, that’s fine! Go, they need you.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. You missed hearing that in person, that soft laughter in the shell of your ear over inside jokes and one too many glasses of wine. “Rockstar duties and all. We’ll talk more later?”

Later had never found its way back to the two of you all those years ago – why would it now? 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Eds,” you whisper, soft enough to guarantee whoever was on the other side of the phone call wouldn’t hear you. The fall of his face is almost enough to make you take back the words and swallow them back down. 

“Wait-” he’s not whispering, almost as though he’s forgotten about the call entirely. You can hear the silence over the line, probably in confusion, as you walk away, “Wait- No- I-”

You motion to the phone still pressed to his ear and cheek, trying to remind him that someone else can hear. 

He removes it and ends the call before you can protest.

“Eddie-” you start to scold, but he refuses to hear any of it. 

“No, no,” he sounds as though he might be begging. And you can’t tell if he’s begging you to not reprimand him, or if he’s begging you to not leave, “I don’t care. It was just Matt, he can wait till morning.” 

It doesn’t answer the question of what he wanted from you. 

“It’s getting late, anyways,” you’re still trying to detect your escape route, the longer you spend in the aftermath making your chest tighten more and more.

You can’t do this. 

You can’t stand in this room with him and pretend that it’s all okay. You can’t act as though the wine’s effects are slipping away from you and you can’t brush off the feeling of his lips across your chest. You have no patience left to act as though your lungs aren’t shriveling up in your chest, unable to get enough air when he’s too close all while being all too far away. 

It would have been a mistake, and you’re both better for the interruption. 

Eddie shakes his head, letting out a dry laugh, “We aren’t doing this again, Sugar. We aren’t going to just pretend that didn’t happen-”

“Why not?” you challenge him, “This… it’s better this way, Eddie. If we kept it up, we both would have regretted it, and it’d just be another mistake-”

“Who’s we?” he cuts you off. 

We. You, me, both of us. We’d both regret it, wouldn’t we? 

But you still didn’t regret kissing him. You still didn’t regret sitting in his lap and drinking him in, you still wouldn’t take back whatever moment was shared prior to the phone’s interruption. 

All your regrets are spoken in future tense. All the mistakes are somewhere ahead of you, your mind running to things that haven’t happened yet.

How do you know if you’d regret it? How do you know if he’d regret it?

Your hold on your bag begins to loosen, “I- Both of us. We’d both regret it.” 

“I wouldn’t regret it. I don’t think I could ever regret you.” 

This is the part you walk away. You sling your bag onto your shoulder, you tell him to have a goodnight, and you leave. You’ll see him tomorrow, and you’ll pretend this conversation never happened. 

Except you don’t.

Your bag falls to the ground, a muted crash that probably pisses off his downstairs neighbors. The toes of your shoes knock into the worn bag, kicking it to the side with more gentleness than you should be capable of right now. When he reaches out a hand to hold you, you take it. 

You let him get his hot palms back on your body. You let his lips find their way back to yours. 

You finally just let the mistake happen and take the chance on finding out if the regret is nothing more than shadows in the closet, make-believe once you turn the light back on. 

The couch isn’t the destination this time. You’re almost sad that you don’t get to admire any of his decor as he drags you down the hallway, but you also doubt there’s even a sliver of the ghost of the man holding onto you in any of it. He’s not on the walls, he’s not in the pictures; he’s right in front of you, kissing you heavily and desperately, letting his feet stumble right over yours as he finally reaches blindly for the knob of the door behind you. He’s in the rings pressing into the skin of your hips and he’s in the wavering cologne that bursts from his sheets as he carefully drops you back on a bed far too large for one man. 

He’s in the shadow hovering over you, he’s in the slide of his leg as he spreads your thighs to find home between them. He may not haunt this apartment, but he haunts you. Your body, your mind, your senses. 

Always have, always will. 

Alcohol isn’t clouding the moment anymore as each kiss is gentler, retracing the bruises already forming across your collar bones. He’s taking his time, enjoying himself, no longer rushing through the process of getting to know you again. The loss of your shirt and the unbuttoning of your jeans is done with shaking hands this time. Less sure, but far more determined. 

Your own hands are steady, though, as you undress him. You’re sure. This is your mistake to make, your mistake to regret. And maybe he had a point – maybe it is impossible for either of you to regret each other. For all the tears shed and all the nights spent cursing his name, it’s never once crossed your tongue that you wanted to erase him. You think if someone were to try and take him, take all that you two had shared together from you, that they’d be met with white knuckles and deathly screams. A rancid animal foaming at the mouth, refusing to let go of the one thing it had ever managed to sink its claws into. 

You’d forgotten just how well you know him. 

It was beyond superficial scars and childhood stories. You still remember the exact pulse point that makes him moan out with just a brush of your mouth against it. You can still find that spot above his hips that spasm when your hands grip them, encouraging him to grind down onto you. You know his body, you know his past, you know his mind. 

Words are no longer necessary as it finally happens. 

Prayers of each other’s name, ignorance in the way this entire moment was becoming too gentle for two fools rekindling. A practiced dance you once only ever dreamt of swaying to with him. 

You would have given him everything. You did give him everything. Your youth, your future, your aspirations, your daydreams of a glittering gem on your sacred finger and a list of baby names the two of you had argued over endlessly. All those things still belong to him, even now. Even as this new version of him hovers over you, lips trailing with purpose over your abdomen, making his way down to your core. 

You can’t tell if he’s a stranger when he places a hot kiss over the cotton of your underwear. You can’t tell if you ever spent two years away from him as his hands hold down your hips when they buck in response. 

“Eddie,” you beg, fingers lacing into his curls just as they had earlier, gripping onto him for dear life. You’re looking down at him between your thighs, refusing to blink on the off chance that he’ll simply vanish when you do, “Please.” 

“Please what, Sugar?” 

“Touch me,” you gasp out as his fingers toy with the waistband of your underwear, colossus course against soft skin, “Kiss me, fuck me- I just-” 

No further explanation is needed. Your wish is his command. 

Your panties are tossed to the hardwood floor at the edge of the bed as if they always belonged there. His mouth ravishes you as if this was just a nightly routine between the two of you. As if he didn’t have to second think what pace you might prefer, or when to add the first finger. Or the second. He plays you beautifully, crooking his fingers and nipping at sensitive skins and nerves alike, listening to the way you only seem to remember his name. Like you don’t remember the sound of a dial tone instead of declarations of adoration, like you don’t remember the excuses for him denying you all his attention. 

You wish you could just stay in this moment forever. Him, buried between your thighs. All hurt and all stains forgotten when he builds you up to the edge, when he murmurs against your clit about how pretty you look for him right now. 

Cheap wine soaking Halloween costumes. Hazy rooms, smokey with youthful desires and incense. Dancing in an apartment filled with boxes not yet unpacked. Whispers of something being real. Late night trips to the gas station and all the pride in your eyes as you heard his song played on public radio for the first time. The terrible waiting, the messy kisses of more teeth than lips. A simple necklace adorned with a simple ring, burning with more promises than either can comprehend, still gathering dust at the bottom of your jewelry box to this day. 

Just in case. Just in case he ever came back; just in case you ever returned. 

By the time he’s climbing back up your body, you have one foot in the past, cleaving yourself in two as you cling to him like water. 

“Look at you,” he whispers when his face is back above yours, lips still slick with you, “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” 

You swear, for just a moment, his eyes are mirrors. And you can see that dazed look you wear, the face of a woman still trapped by her past. The face of someone who can’t let the dead stay buried. Someone you wouldn’t describe as beautiful, but Eddie would. 

You should have left. You should be regretting this. You only pull him closer. 

His boxers bunch at his ankles, your fingernails dig into his back. When you feel him press against you, the tip of his dick just barely tapping against your clit, your entire body tenses. This was it. This was the mistake you had taken responsibility for, this was the choice you’d decided was worth damnation. A simple slip up, a quick fall backwards, and you’ll be right back where you started two years ago. 

“You still want this?” he sighs into your ear, clearly feeling the way you’d froze up. 

Your breath catches for just a second. More memories, more images that cut straight through you. Every careless afternoon, every serene morning. Every haunted night. 

“Yeah,” your entire body relaxes, muscle by muscle, “Yeah, I still want this.” 

You mean more than just the sex. 

The press of your heels into his lower back is all the encouragement he needs to finally push into you. The stretch burns, but it’s welcome all the same. Just an aftereffect of years of emptiness, of failing to ever find something that could make you feel as whole as he does. 

The moan he lets out as he’s wrapped in your warmth sends shivers down your spine. You swear, laced in it, there lies a gasp of relief. A sigh of coming home after a long tour, the huff of an exhale just before he crosses the threshold of a front door and has you in his arms again. 

You don’t know when the tears started. 

But between his thrusts, between all his wanton groans and your own quivers of excitement, your cheeks turn wet. 

“Then I say let it burn.”

You can’t tell if it’s sweat or his own tears seeping into your skin as your bodies press together harder, your head thrown back in ecstasy. 

“I love you so goddamn much, it hurts. I can’t believe this is real.” 

You find your hands tugging on the roots of his curls even harder as you try to tether yourself back to him, but it’s no use. 

“When I get back, all I care about is you.” 

It all comes crashing down on both of you as his face is buried in the crook of your neck and your thighs squeeze around his hips – all the love that was there, all the love that was lost. All the love that still remains. 

“Something for you to always have as a reminder that I’ll come back to you. You’re it for me, sweetheart.”

He’d always warned you this would happen. That one day he’d come back to you. That he’d only ever come back for you. 

It doesn’t matter how deep of scratches you leave across his back, or how many hickies he paints your skin with. There will never be enough bloodshed between the two of you to wash away the truth. It’s not a mistake, it’s not something to regret. You wish it was; you wish it were so simple. No, this moment was one thing and one thing only – inevitable. 

They always did say that your life would flash before your eyes right before you die. 

And flash it does – a lifetime of love that was had and love that will never come back to you – as Eddie brings you both to your graves from the most cursed of little deaths.

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[ayabeanworks]

Title: Can I meet you again?

Synopsis: AU in which Geto does not defect, but you do instead.

Character: SaShiSu x reader

Series: Let's Meet in the Spring (SaShiSu x reader)

Notes: Literally just heavy angst & sadness. Mentions of death, murder, suicide and reincarnation. Heavy themes. Lots of swearing. Spoilers for JJK season 2 (anime).

Part 2 available here!

Prequel available here!

AU sequel available here!

The songs I had playing while writing this was: - Hero by Alan Walker (Probably played this one the most that it's at the top of my repeated songs Spotify list ☠️) - Apollo (Eurovision ver) by Timebelle - Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Sloan

"Oh?"

Shoko stared at you as you waved at her with a bright smile, brows raising in surprise as she took out a new smoke in the Shinjuku smoking area.

You made your way over to her, finding that she wasn't pushing you away. It was good to see a friend after a while, but you weren't too sure if you had that privilege anymore.

For you, you were testing the waters.

"Hey, Shoko." You took out a lighter from your pocket, one-handedly opening it for her to light her cigarette.

"Fancy seeing you here. You need something from me?" She glanced into your direction, taking a shallow inhale and extending her exhale.

You hummed in reply. "Just testing my luck."

"So, just to be sure, are the claims false?"

"Unfortunately, they're true." You could only bring yourself to shrug lightly, looking ahead. From your peripherals, you could see her taking out her phone to call the others.

"Just to be sure again: why?"

"I want to create a world where jujutsu sorcerers don't have to struggle." You didn't elaborate.

"Wow, that's funny!" Shoko laughed lightly, but there really wasn't anything humourous behind it. It was as if she was contemplating asking more. After all, everyone and everything struggles, so what is this righteous talk from you?

"Do you think I'm wrong?" You asked, hearing the faint ringing of her phone as she waited for one of the others to pick up.

"Right or wrong, it was dumb." Shoko didn't even hold back on her words, making you genuinely laugh at how frank she was, regardless had you been granted a bounty.

"Gojo, Geto, [name]'s here with me in Shinjuku." Gojo seemed to say something on the other side, but Shoko retorted, "No way! I don't wanna die." She hung up after conveying her message.

"So, what will you do now?" She turned to you, exhaling a puff of smoke into a ring above her head.

"I don't know. I might see you around, I guess." You took a step forward, facing her. "See you later, Shoko." You knew Gojo and Geto would be here at any moment, but you didn't know if you wanted to face them.

Shoko didn't say anything in response, just watching as the ashes fell from the cigarette between her fingers.

You didn't see, but it was the first time Shoko has made an expression where she was at a loss of what to do.

And, that was the last time you saw Shoko.

"WAIT, [NAME]!" Satoru bellowed out to you as you walked away, in front of the KFC you all used to go to until recently.

He caught up pretty fast...where's Sugu? You sensed his curse energy, but you weren't sure where it was. As for Satoru, he was only a few metres away from you down the slope of the street.

You sighed inwardly, ready to face him. "'toru."

The nickname you usually call him by hurt him more this time around as he registered how unaffectionate your voice was, contrary to the usual. It was devoid of any emotion. Like you didn't care about what you left behind. Like you didn't care about him.

"Explain yourself, [name]!" He demanded, sunglasses further down his nose as he watched you with wide eyes full of emotions of all kinds, but you mainly picked out disbelief and anger.

"There's nothing else to say. You've heard from Shoko." You stated, watching the twitch in his face as he evaluated your dismissive answer.

"So you'll kill anybody who makes life hard for Jujutsu sorcerers? Both sorcerers and non-sorcerers?" Satoru's voice rose in anger.

After all, you did kill an elder a week ago. It was the one that'd been annoying you since forever, the one who tried to get you purposely killed each and every time you went on a mission. Killing him was much easier than you had imagined, though.

"Well, if natural selection isn't going to do anything, I might as well do it instead." You crack a light joke, but your words were serious.

"That's not what I'm asking! I thought you were against killing if there was no meaning to it?!"

"There's a meaning behind everything. A purpose, even."

"No there isn't! You want to make a world where Jujutsu sorcerers don't suffer? That's impossible!"

"Satoru's right, [name]." Geto spoke from behind you, his voice wafting through the air as he went to stand closer to Gojo as he faced you. "There's a purpose to everything, but there's a better way of doing things than say, homicide. Especially for us in the Jujutsu world."

You wanted to scoff. But, you couldn't, because you used to be that way, too. But everything ate away at you, and you just weren't the same person anymore with the same aligning morals. You chose to go down the path you've decided to go down, even if it meant deserting everything you knew before.

"Is it really impossible?" Your voice was light, but the lilt in it was undeniably laced with seriousness. "I wouldn't do this if there was a shred of impossible in it."

The alarm on their faces was really something.

"[name]...you'll need to fight us if you keep going down this path." Suguru spoke his words deliberately, slowly, like he was getting a child to listen to him. He was careful.

Satoru clenched his teeth and fists. He wanted to say that it was impossible yet again, that when you fight them, you'll lose. But, you knew that. You knew, so why?

"Wow, I'll get to fight the 2 strongest sorcerers!" You clapped your hands together once, a smile on your lips, one that didn't reach your eyes. "Maybe so, but you're not my targets. There's some smaller fish compared to you I must get rid of first."

"Why?" Geto voiced both Gojo and his thoughts, a quick glance at Satoru knew he wasn't going to be able to hold a proper conversation without shouting.

"Why?" You echoed his question. "Well, for starters, we're treated like shit, in both worlds regardless sorcerers or non-sorcerers. Do you remember? The elder I killed, he was truly one who deserved to die. The number of times he ignored protests, warnings and more...killing off our sorcerers one by one, do you really believe someone like him being alive is worth all that struggle? For him, he deserves to die for that alone."

Geto was about to open his mouth after a thought, but you interrupted him. "Also, he was a paedophile so he deserves everything that's come his way. The world needs none of those disgusting pigs."

You couldn't forgive him. You couldn't forgive such a disgusting creature existed. When you found out the information coincidently, you knew you had to do something about it.

The anger in your eyes was juxtaposed by the small smile on your lips, one that was almost proud of what you did.

Satoru couldn't contain himself any longer, "Yeah, he was a fucking piece of shit, but killing him? That's made you one of the sorcerers we've got to kill! You're to be executed on sight! You're a hypocrite, [name]. Are you trying to get all the sorcerers you want to protect to come kill you?"

You watched him as he heaved a breath, his eyes feeling heavy on your form as he tried to convey his distraught to you about the whole situation.

You barked out a laugh, a hand landing on your hip as you stared at him, no trace of the smile on your features anymore.

"Hypocrite?" The question lay on the tip of your tongue, before you let out a low chuckle, feeling your throat go dry. "Perhaps you're right; I am. I am a hypocrite who wants death as much as those geezers who send us out to kill ourselves."

"Oh, and you forgot one detail. I don't care about sorcerers and non-sorcerers at all. They're equally as bad as each other. The only difference is that sorcerers have the power to wield cursed energy and use it to destroy curses made up from the normie's emotions." You gave him a half lie. It was easier to push him away. Push him away so he won't be able to break the armour you've put up.

"And what of him dying? Are the elders going to retire themselves? Or will they KILL us sorcerers first?" Your voice became an octave higher as you emphasised words that made you emotional.

"After I kill them, you can then reform the society as you wish. You could probably kill them yourself, 'toru, but you won't take that step. That's why I'll take that step instead." You give him a crooked smile, "There's nothing here worth living for."

"Nothing worth living for?" Satoru repeated your words, taking off his sunglasses, watching you with his blue eyes, and you could see the monstrous waves of emotion behind them. "Are you fucking blind?"

Suguru glanced over at Gojo, hoping he didn't have to inject himself in between to stop it from escalating further.

"No, I am not fucking blind, Satoru!" A chip from your facade broke off, revealing a mess of emotions in the split second your voice broke. "Do you understand how suffocating it is living in this world? Where all your friends die in front of you, or there's a chance they'll die on their next mission? Where the strongest wins - and in this world, if the curses aren't the strongest, the sorcerers at their highest standing are!"

"You know I--" He began, but you cut him off.

"I know you hate them as much as I do! But I'll do whatever it takes to get rid of them, even if it means forsaking you all to do it." You almost sound like you're pleading by the end, your eyes starting to tear up.

"And after. When they're gone, you can reform the system, and control it in the way that works best for this generation." You force a smile to your lips, but it doesn't reach your eyes. "Someone has to be the bad guy, and I'm willing to play the role, even if I may die in the process."

"[name], this can be done differently--"

"I'm tired, Satoru. I've tried. I've tried, and I'm tired. Why don't you understand that?" You whisper, shaking your head. "Do you know how many times I've tried talking to the higher ups, or anybody for that matter? No, you don't. You've been on missions this whole time, so you don't know. Even Suguru doesn't know the full extent of it. Shoko knows a bit, but she's not one who can do much about it."

Suguru and Satoru were silent for a moment, their eyes on you as your expression gave away everything you wanted to say.

"I won't be there, but it's a sacrifice worth making if you all aren't in danger. I don't care about anything else." Your words were soft, soft enough for them to hear you, soft enough for you to hope to convince yourself it was the right way and you didn't make the wrong choice.

Satoru and Suguru were the strongest duo. But, before they were, they were your best friends, along with Shoko. But now? Were you still able to call them your best friends? Did you even have that privilege anymore?

But, this is the path you took. Even if it meant abandoning those that you held dear, it was all for them. The real truth to your purpose and change of heart was to make a world easier for them, and for you, and for everybody who came after you. You didn't want anyone else to experience what you have, and you were going to do whatever you can to make that a reality.

You didn't give a flying fuck about anything else other than your best friends, if you were being honest. If it meant that you won't be by their side anymore, it was a sacrifice you were willing to make.

"So, I won't stop. This world is absolutely fucked. Why save something that can't be saved no more? I'd rather go down fighting. Morals be damned."

Your eyes glistening with tears unshed, you press your lips into a genuine smile. The last genuine smile before giving them a wave, "I guess this is goodbye. The next time I see you, 'toru, Sugu, we'll be enemies."

You turned on your heel, ready to leave, but you felt the curse energy expand from behind you, like they were readying to attack.

But, you kept walking, and nothing happened.

Satoru's outstretched hand fell back down to his side as he swore a string of curses, the pain on his face evident as he watched your figure disappear in the crowd of people.

Suguru had half a mind to get one of his curses to follow you, but he knew you well enough that the curse would be killed the minute you felt his cursed energy, so he didn't even bother.

His clenched his hand into a fist, a bitter taste in his mouth. He remembered back to when he was in a similar situation to you, but you and the others managed to get him out of it. He felt saved, but now, seeing it happen to the very person who helped him, made him shatter inside.

Why did you help him, when you couldn't even help yourself with your own words? Why didn't you let them help you? Why didn't you let them know you were having a hard time? That this was what you were contemplating?

He would have listened. They would have listened. They always would.

He felt a cold shiver go down his spine as he watched the endless stream of pedestrians, ones he used to call 'monkeys' in his head, but when letting go of that thought, you were at the forefront of his mind. It was you who grabbed his hand, you who brought him back.

It was you.

But he wasn't able to bring you back. He wasn't able to bring back the one who had nowhere else to go. The one who didn't know what to do with their emotions. The one who got lost.

But would he really call you lost when you knew what you wanted to do, where you wanted to go?

Suguru knew you weren't malicious. At least, not originally. The essence of you, he knew, was someone who cared greatly. One who had their heart on their sleeve when talking about anything and everything, especially with them. He didn't worry about you because you were always ok. But, there were things you didn't tell them and they didn't know, because you never let that part see the light of the day.

The only thing that Suguru felt in his chest, was regret. Regret so raw he felt cold and numb.

Satoru muttered another string of curses, turning on his heel, "Let's go, Suguru." His voice was small, and he didn't want to say any more.

He pondered all the possibilities of you. But he couldn't make himself understand you like you understood him. Which is what made it even more painful.

"I'm not as strong as you." Were words you once said to Satoru.

A forgotten conversation, one you started when he had come into your room even though the light was off, finding comfort in your presence. He wanted to sleep in the same bed or at least the same room, but you were still awake, sitting up in your bed and watching the stars and sky from your window.

Satoru didn't say anything as he climbed into your double bed, comfort filling his whole being from your calming scent alone. He wouldn't admit it, but it was one of his favourite places to be when he had turmoil in his mind.

"Yeah, you're weak." He mumbled, his face squished against the pillow as he faced you.

He could see the illuminated outline of your features from the moon, finding them captivating as he watched you with half-lidded eyes.

No, you're strong, were the real words he wanted to say. But, he had always called you weak, so he was going to continue. What harm was there?

You turn your head slightly, gazing at him with a soft smile. It was like you knew what he wanted to say, but didn't hold anything against him for saying the opposite of what he truly felt.

"You're right," You whispered. "I'm weak."

You went to close the curtains, slipping back into bed with Satoru as you closed your eyes, ignoring the gaze on you as you drifted off to sleep.

Satoru had a feeling those words were in reference to something else, but he had no idea what. He felt an invisible wall between you and him from the interaction just now, one that shouldn't be there lest he had his infinity on. But he never did unless in certain situations.

"You're plenty strong, [name]." He whispered this, bringing his finger to tap your forehead, before he also went to sleep.

You weren't asleep yet, so you heard his comment. It warmed your heart, the freezing depths of it wanting to thaw. It made you want to spill the inner turmoils of your mind, but you were scared it would taint the bright sun that is Satoru.

Satoru's a lot sweeter than he lets on, you let a small smile grace your lips as you face him to sleep.

Thinking back to that conversation, Satoru leaned back in the chair of your room, wondering where it all went wrong.

Were you trying to reach out to him back then? Or were you asking him for some form of confirmation? Were you trying to let him know you were not alright? What did you want?

He wasn't as good at reading emotions like Suguru was, but he knew something was wrong when something was wrong. He just didn't know how to approach it.

He wondered, if he had indulged you that time, would you have let him in?

"You had another fight with the elders, huh." Suguru stated, seeing your current state. He sat where the vending machines were, having just taken a seat after taking a shower. The can of green tea he had in his hands was opened and given to you, "Drink up."

You held an angry expression prior to this, but being with Suguru made you calm down. You took the green tea and took a small sip, savouring the bitter flavour. It was refreshing.

You handed it back to Suguru, "Thank you." He took it back and took a large gulp, feeling it cool down his body.

"You wanna tell me what happened?" Suguru prodded. He knew something was up. Normally you'd be more like Satoru when you came out pissed from the elders meetings. But this time, you were quiet, more like you were seething, like a volcano about to erupt.

You stared at the ground, wondering what you should start with. You felt that all the words exchanged between you and the elders wasn't listened to, wasn't taken into account. It was like talking to a massive brick wall, one that you had no way to get through to.

"I..." You started, but your throat clammed up. You stopped, waiting for the words to come naturally. When your throat finally decided it was ready to talk, your voice was a whisper. "If the elders disappeared, would this all end?"

Suguru's gaze landed on you, knowing full well what you were thinking. He gave you the green tea again. You took it, and another sip.

"If the elders disappeared, others would take their place."

Suguru could feel something was wrong. The atmosphere was different with you, just like how it was different for him a year ago after the star plasma vessel mission. He could sense it in his very being, something was wrong.

"If the others took their place, would they act the same as the ones now?" You chuckled to yourself, but your voice dropped an octave, "Jujutsu society is trash."

There was a slight panic that welled up inside Suguru, reminding himself of the emotions he himself went through not too long ago.

He could see himself in you, and he hated it. Not the one who had helped to bring him out of it, the one who reached out their hand to bring him back to the light. Not you.

"[name]. You don't hate all sorcerers, do you?" His voice was calm, probing for information for your current state of mind.

Back then, he was on the verge of deciding whether to continue as someone who protected the weak, or someone who didn't care for the weak. And now, you were going through something similar. He wanted to bring you back to him, to the one you saved.

After a moment, you shook your head. "I don't. I just...hate how the elders are sending out young sorcerers to their deaths. I hate how there are young Jujutsu sorcerers being taken away from their families so they can train to be another one of us disposables. I hate how no matter what, the top dogs in this world are absolute trash, who need to be burned at the stake. And don't get me started on curses. They're the worst. I hate them. I hate them so much for taking away so much from everyone. From sorcerers, from non-sorcerers..."

A pregnant pause.

"I hate this world that has curses." Your voice cracked at the end of it as you leaned down, head in your hands as you stared at the ground, a broken whisper of self-awareness, "I hate how I've begun thinking this way."

Suguru didn't know when he had held his breath. Your confession was so raw. You had every right to be angry and frustrated at the system which Jujutsu was. He had also held the same thoughts.

"Sugu..." There was a heartbreaking whine to your voice, one that sounded as if you were on the verge of crying. "I hate this."

An embrace, so gentle, so tender, so soft, enveloped you as his larger body wrapped around yours. You could smell the soap he used as he pushed your face into the crook of his neck, his larger hand stroking your hair as you finally let the tears fall, a broken sob reverberating through your body as you held onto him like he was your lifeline.

"[name], I'm here." He soothes, head gently resting against yours. He closed his eyes, pulling you in closer when he felt you trembling. This was the exact same thing you did for him before, one that soothed him and his tumultuous heart.

The only difference is, you were smaller than before, too. Were you eating properly? You were skinnier. Did you get enough sleep? There were bags under your eyes. Did you take a break? He didn't see the last time you took a break.

You pulled away after a while, eyes puffy and face covered with snot. Suguru didn't even flinch as he grabbed the towel sitting next to him, wiping off any excess liquid from your face. It was gentle, and it reminded you he was the most gentle out of the three, and he'd been in a similar position to you at this moment in time. When you looked up to meet his eyes, you decided, you didn't want to burden him with your thoughts of hate - one time was enough.

"I'll always be here if you need me. You can come to me anytime." His hand went to your cheek and his thumb wiped at the area of your cheekbone. Just like his tender hugs, this was so, so soft that it made you want to cry again, making you nearly regret the decision in your heart.

You could only lean into his hand and give him a nod, eyes closing as you felt fatigue come down on your body, making it feel heavy. You didn't even know you fell asleep so fast that Suguru had to catch you, hauling you up so he could carry you back to your room.

This was the only time you revealed your true thoughts to Suguru, and the only time he has ever seen you this way.

Maybe this was the start of it? Suguru's thoughts when he woke up were clear in his mind. The dream he had was something that really happened, and it hurt him he wasn't able to help you during your hardest moments like you did for him.

He had slept in your bed for the night, finding that he missed you and the comfort you brought him. Your scent was calming to him, and it will forever be a saviour to his soul.

A week before killing the elder, Shoko had found you passed out in the infirmary, half of your body on a chair, and half of it off and on the ground.

She raised a brow at your position, wondering if you were tired and just fell asleep. On closer inspection, she could see the dark circles under your eyes, the thinning of your cheeks, and realised you've lost a lot of weight. The bottle on the chair were a bunch of sleeping pills, open and spilled, indicating you had taken some just prior.

If she wasn't worried about you before, she was definitely worried now.

And when you woke up, you were just like normal, which made Shoko question whether you were just overworked. She did know you fought a lot with the elders and were sent on difficult missions because they were out to get you. So with this information in mind, she was sure you were in need of a proper break, away from everything and everyone.

Which was why she advocated for you to get a break, away from Tokyo, to an island resort with lots of sunshine. A proper 4 day break. Of course, she got Satoru to pay for it since he was loaded and actually owed [name] for a previous thing.

But, the aftermath that came from that was the death of the elder 3 days after coming back.

Did that moment of clarity cause everything to happen? When you were on break, was that when everything went out of control? Was that when you decided this was the path you wanted to take?

You had looked completely back to normal after coming back that the worry Shoko and the boys held for you was almost like a false alarm - but they didn't realise that that in itself was the real alarm.

You were happy - or at least, you were smiling like you did before. It was wonderful to see you back to your regular self, something everyone mutually agreed on by the other sorcerers.

Until you murdered the elder, that is.

That was your first step into the world of depravity, away from the world of Jujutsu, and closer to the world called Hell.

[name]'s heart was soft. It was originally that way, and as you traversed through life, fell and got back up, your heart became stronger. However, it was just an outer layer, like a piece of armour for your fragile heart. You would pretend things were fine until it wasn't, even if you wore your heart on your sleeve, letting the people around you know what you thought, even if they thought you were joking.

It was almost too sudden when you realised all the armour around your soft heart had shattered to pieces.

It was like you lost a part of you that day, and you didn't know what could fix you. You didn't know if you could be fixed. So, you did the only thing you could do.

Pick up the pieces and do your best to put it back together, create a wall for your heart before it gets pierced again.

But before you were able to, a gunshot would shatter your glued armour, shattering in your hands, and your heart was laid bare, bleeding out without any way to stop.

And you wished and wished, for someone to reach out their hands to you and drag you out of your ocean of misery. But, nobody could reach deep enough, and you couldn't reach because you had no strength left to.

You couldn't reach out anymore. No matter how much you wanted, the same fate would await you, and you'd fall into such despair again.

You were tired. You were so, so, so tired.

The ones who made you like this, were ironically the ones who could take you out.

"____." You give them one last smile, a genuine one, as you feel the tears coming down your face, bringing your blade to your neck, before slicing and ending your own life.

You didn't want to die at the hands of your best friends. Not because they're your best friends, but because they would bear the burden of having killed you, and you didn't think they'd be able to take that, especially at the ripe age of 19. So, you'd rather do it for them, making it easier. After all, it would've been close to impossible going up against two of the strongest sorcerers.

You could only hear screams at you from the distance as the pain numbed your mind and body. Geto & Gojo were both screaming your name as they sprinted to you, their panicked shouts becoming background noise as they held onto your body, lifting you up to bring you to Shoko.

Your eyes could only see the terrified blue eyes from Satoru as he carried you on Geto's curse. He seemed to be wanting the curse to go faster, but Geto could only reply in an equally as panicked tone, saying this was his fastest one and that they're going as fast as they could to Shoko.

Your eyes are too beautiful to be panicking, you wanted to say. But, you couldn't. Blood had gotten into your oesophagus, making you struggle to breathe as you coughed and suffocated on your own blood.

"[NAME]! ARE YOU WITH ME?! STAY AWAKE!" Satoru's frantic shouts were barely ringing in your ears, but the creases on his face shouldn't have been there. They were going to give him wrinkles.

With one of the last ounces of your strength, you lifted your hand up to cup his cheek, then gently smooth the line between his brows, giving a weak smile.

Satoru let out a choked sound similar to a sob, understanding exactly what you were doing and what you wanted to say. He held your wrist, supporting you in whatever way he can as he could feel your body heat leaving you. Suguru placed a hand on your cheek, stroking the area under the eye, just like he always did.

It made you feel nostalgic, but you could barely see his expression, since tears had blurred your vision. You wanted to reach for Suguru before you had no more strength, so you gently moved your raised arm in that direction. Satoru, knowing exactly what you were doing, guided your hand to Suguru, who took your hand gently, holding it preciously between his two hands.

"Let's get you home, [name]." Were the last words Geto said to you. By 'home', he meant with them, back to Jujutsu, so they could forget everything that happened and start over. It would just be like those happy days, back when there was nothing to worry about.

In your state, you couldn't make out everything he was saying, but you knew they were kind words by his intonation and the caress he held for your bloodied hand.

You only gave them a smile, one that was apologetic, as you felt your consciousness fading away. The tears that blurred your vision finally fell, and the slight squeeze of your hand in Geto's made him realise that was it.

For you, it was time to sleep. It was a time for you to finally rest your tired mind and body, away from this world, and away from all those that you loved.

Suguru looked over at Satoru, who was biting his lip almost bruisingly as they trembled. With his sunglasses off, he could see everything in detail, including the way your cursed energy stopped, from when your body heat disappeared, and he couldn't feel you anymore. You were a hollow shell of a body now, and the last thing you left them was an apologetic smile on your face.

Away from the battleground, Shoko looked out the window, a pang of sadness hitting her all at once when she realised the screams belonging to Geto & Gojo resonated through the forest. She could barely just hear them, but she knew, the dread that filled her veins was apparent. She knew.

She closed her eyes, taking out the cigarette between her lips as she exstinguished it, her arm covering her eyes as she leaned back in her seat, silent tears falling down her cheeks.

"Quite sad, really. None of you realised [name] suffered this much." Kenjaku sowed the top of your head back together after revealing some information you kept hidden to Suguru & Satoru, and about your last moments and thoughts.

Seeing the despair and shock on their faces was intoxicating, especially when it came to the body he borrowed. Kenjaku knew the amount of love that had been given to the original owner of his current body, and using that, he could disarm even the strongest of sorcerers in the modern day.

It was a pity you were dead, but if you were alive and not dead, Kenjaku wouldn't have been able to take over your body now, would he?

It was especially sweet because the body hadn't even been cremated and still looked the same as it did 10 years ago. And those two who had been responsible for it were standing in front of him, in Shibuya station during Halloween.

Even better because you had died in their arms, so seeing you alive as Kenjaku was more of a sick joke than anything, but he loved that expression on the ones who had essentially allowed you to be this way.

"If only the people around them were able to reach out a hand before their descent into madness, none of this would have happened." Kenjaku ran a hand through your hair.

Satoru let out a low growl from his throat as he watched whoever was in your body use it, control it, and pretend to be you. No one could be you. You were gone. You were gone 10 years ago. And he knew - he knew you were not in front of him.

You died in his arms.

So there was absolutely no way that could be you. Absolutely not!

But, his six eyes said otherwise. It was you. Everything was you. It was the same you who died in his arms 10 years ago, the same you who gave him one last smile before leaving the earth.

It tore him to pieces inside.

Suguru put out an arm in front of Satoru, eyeing the cursed user in your body. He was pretending to be calm, but the way his hands and jaw clenched at the blatant disrepect Kenjaku had for your body was digusting. How dare he exhume your grave and take your body from it?

He felt a cold, almost murderous feeling bubble up inside him as he readied himself for combat.

That was not you. And it couldn't be, even if Satoru's six eyes recognised you to be alive. You weren't alive. You had been lost long ago, and whoever was in front of them was an imposter.

"[name]! How long are you going to let this little bitch take over your body?" Satoru finally burst, pissed at the prospect of someone disrespecting you.

Your hand, reacting almost instantaneously, went straight for the top of the head, right where Kenjaku's brain was. It stabbed straight through the cranium, a crunch eliciting a scream from Kenjaku himself as the brain was stabbed, wounding his real body. Kenjaku used your other arm to stop your attack on his weak point, feeling the blood pour out.

For a moment, it was silent except the light splatter and pitter patter of blood from your body. Suguru and Satoru stared at what happened in front of them, shocked that what Gojo said had ellicited such a response.

Kenjaku pulled your assaulting hand away, holding it in a death grip with the one he could control. The blood dripped down his face as he used his reverse cursed technique to heal the head wound, cracking the sides of his neck after he healed your head and his brain.

"Wow, I can't believe [name] went straight for the kill." Kenjaku laughed to himself. "But that's all there is to it. The soul and body are one, aren't they? Don't think this will happen again." He chuckled and waited for the hand to calm itself.

"Oh, and did you know [name] wrote a letter to each of you? Including Shoko. They knew they'd die so they hid it away in the school. I think they hid it somewhere important for each of you. Even they don't quite remember." Kenjaku couldn't quite recall what the contents of the letters were as the memory itself was fuzzy. He wanted to see it as their strong friendship strained due to his taking over of [name]'s body.

He wondered why this specific memory was blurred out, and he couldn't recall anything from your memories about this specific thing?

It was like you were deliberately making sure you didn't remember it, and deleted the memory from your head so no one could find the letters.

A letter? The strongest duo's eyes narrowed at the imposter in their dead best friend's body, wondering if it's a part of their tricks. But it was also hard to not believe them, since they look like you. And everything about you, they would believe.

Because you were the type of person who would write letters to them.

"I don't know what they say, but they've been there since before [name] died." Kenjaku tapped his temple, "If you can get out of here, I implore you to find them."

That pissed the two off. Kenjaku was implying they wouldn't get out of this alive, or at least, to see the letters that were supposedly left for them. It pissed them off to no end, and they prepared to battle, not wanting to take part of his nonsense any longer.

Dear Satoru,

I'm glad to have met you. I love you. I love Suguru. I love Shoko. I love everyone. We had so many fun times, and it was the best time of my life. Everything was so bright, cheery and brought me so much happiness, I can't even tell you the extent of it.

I hope you don't mind this letter. If you've found it after I've defected or after I'm dead, I can't express with words how much doing this pains me. If I can't use my words, I have to use my actions, right? I hope you don't forgive me for what I've done. It's unacceptable and you have every right to hate me. I've killed innocent people for the purpose of my goal. Horrible, right? I really hope you won't forgive me.

But I know you. You will. You're just that kind of person.

I'll miss your bright blue eyes and white hair. I'll miss your loud and boisturous personality. I'll miss how your heart races every time I hug you. I'll miss you nuzzling into my head when we hug. I'll miss the soft 'sweet dreams' you say every time you carry me to bed after I fall asleep studying. I'll miss when you take photos of me everyday. I'll miss your annoyingness. I'll miss your teasing words every day. I'll miss your blushing cheeks when you're embarrassed. I'll miss your comical, over the top reactions. I'll miss you eating a whole bunch of sweets in one setting. I'll miss the crepe shop we'd often go to. I'll miss how you make me feel safe. I'll miss your voice. I'll miss you.

If reincarnation exists, I want to meet you again. I want to see your smile again. I want to call you 'toru again. I want to give you the biggest hug, and feel the thrum of your heart racing. Then, I'll give you a kiss on your head, just like you always do to me before I sleep.

You're strong, 'toru. Make sure to stay safe and be careful. I don't want to meet you on the other side so soon. Grow up to be even stronger, and reform Jujutsu's society. I know you can do it!

By the way, I left your favourite recipe of the sweets you liked that I made. That way, you can enjoy them anytime.

Love, [name].

P.S. Don't eat so many sweet things at once!!! I don't want you getting cavities!!!

Dear Suguru,

You were the first one to notice anything going on, and for that, I'm grateful. I'm sorry I brushed you off so coldly. I didn't know how to ask for help. I wish I'd have listened to your heartfelt words to rely on you a little more.

If you see this, I've probably already defected or I'm dead. But I just want you to know, I love you. I want to see you again. I miss you. I want to hug you and let you know everything I'm thinking. I want you to give me one of your strong hugs, knocking the air out of me. I also equally want your soft, tender hugs, as you whisper comforting words to me. I want to hear your voice again. I want to run my fingers through your hair again and question why you only use soap on it. I want to cook with you again. Have late night discussions. Cuddle. Piggyback rides. Kisses on the cheek. Allowing me to latch onto you like a koala when I'm cold since you run hot. I miss our times together. I miss you.

If reincarnation is real, we will definitely meet again. I want to see you smile from the bottom of your heart, and enjoy the most delicious food! And, if no curses are in that world, then you'll finally have a food you don't like - I'll be willing to lend an ear so you can whisper it to me! I want to cup your cheeks and tell you you've done well, for enduring during tough times and standing right back up. I want to finally give you a piggyback ride, since I was never able to fulfil that wish here. I want to be able to call you Sugu again.

Stay strong, Sugu. Make sure to stay safe. Since I know you hate the taste of curses, I've left the key to my safe with candies that are really good at cleansing the palette. Don't ever let these get into 'toru's hands or else you'll never see them again. I got these custom made just for you, and I've left a note with instructions on where to get it and what special order it was. I was supposed to give it to you sooner, but I left before then. Hope you enjoy them!

Love, [name].

P.S. Please take care of yourself!!! And don't use soap on your hair!!! Use proper shampoo and conditioner since your hair's so pretty!!!

Dear Shoko,

I'm sorry you probably had to see my dead body.

If I had spilled my heart out to you about my troubles, I wonder if it would've helped? I kept things bottled up for too long and it's become like this. I'm sorry I wasn't able to keep our promise. We didn't get to go to Disneyland like we promised all those months ago - the tickets are just sitting somewhere rotting away. I really wanted to go with you, Sugu and 'toru. It would've been great fun, and we would've made so many memories.

I miss your voice, Shoko. I miss your laugh. Your insults. Your frankness. Your weirdness. Your chillness. You. Heck, I even miss your scent of smoke. I miss you so much. I want to see you.

Can I meet you again? In a world without curses, where we don't need to risk our lives and watch our loved ones die. If I ever get reincarnated, can you find me? Or I can find you? I want to enjoy our times together again, feel the breeze against our skin, sing joyfully, joke around, play around, and take many photos together. That's the only way I want to spend it - and I want it so much you don't even know. In that kind of world, we can finally be happier. We can finally smile geniunely. I'll be able to finally see you again.

I bought some smokes for you and it's in my safe. Suguru has the key. Take some of the candies too, they might help in cleansing your palette every now and then.

I love you.

Love, [name].

P.S. Too much smoking isn't good for you!!! Please quit or at least do it a little less!!! I worry for your lung health...

Trembling hands read their letters as they were found around Jujutsu High school. It had your cursed energy as a seal, but the minute it was touched by any of the three, the seal would break. The letter itself was blank, with a couple of pages for each of them. The words appeared once they injected their cursed energy into it.

Words written by you appeared on the page, covering all the pages given for each letter. As the trio read the letters you had kept hidden from them, they couldn't help but let their unshed tears fall.

They were all known as strong sorcerers who don't cry. But, you brought them to their knees with your sincerity, and you were lost too soon. It was the last thing they had from you, and the warmth in every word of those letters struck a chord deep in their hearts, remembering 10 years ago and the day you had died.

"I kept [name]'s room clean," Suguru started, his eyes glossy. He had already cried, but every time he wanted to read the words off the letter, he was ready to cry again. He didn't want to. "Everything's the same."

It was as if they went down memory lane. Nothing had changed in your room. It was just as Geto said, it was exactly the same.

Whenever Geto had some time, he would clean your room, just like how he knew you would like it. It was something he sometimes did if he stayed over to help you study or just to hang out. So, he knew where everything was.

Immediately going to the safe, he put in a random number, guessing your birthday, then he used the key entrusted to him and unlocked it.

"What a bad password..." Geto couldn't help but laugh lightly, but his laughter died in his throat when he opened the safe.

The first thing the three of them saw was a couple of picture frames, each of them with pictures of the four of them that they remember taking when they were younger. The photos where all of them were happy, grinning and had no care in the world, it made their throats dry, clamming up uncomfortably.

Geto picked up the picture frames, taking a closer look at them with Shoko.

"Oh, look, there's more." Gojo peered in, seeing the promised recipe, bag of lollies, Disneyland tickets and smokes from each of their letters. He took them out and handed them what was gifted.

As they examined the items, Gojo read the recipe, a page written neatly by you. It was as if he could imagine you sitting in your room, writing it just for him while you tasted the different variations that you recommended in the recipe.

Geto put the photos face down, falling flat on his back on your bed as his arm covered his eyes.

Shoko stared at him for a moment, deciding to join him by doing the same thing. Your bed was only a double bed (you had requested a bigger bed for your first paycheck) and didn't have that much space for the three of them, much less four.

Seeing the two of them do the exact same thing, Satoru joined them, but instead, he sat up against your headboard, laying his legs in a cross legged position.

He fipped the picture frames back up, a bittersweet smile on his lips as he basked in the silence and warmth of your room he was so familiar with.

He closed his eyes, and like the others, thought of you.

Would it have been different had you told them everything you were feeling? If you talked through exactly what was causing you grief, and what could be done about it? Were they not enough to help you back up? Would you have felt so suffocated that you chose to die? Would you have still died in their arms? Would Kenjaku have still taken over your body? Still left them behind?

They say sorcerers don't die without regrets.

And they knew if they died, their one and only regret would be you.

At a certain crepe shop, Gojo Satoru waited for his crepe, one he decorated with strawberries, whipped cream and a drizzle of chocolate. It was one he used to frequent with his old friend, and he'd come here every week with them to buy a crepe. It wasn't the order he normally went with, but today, he felt nostalgic.

It had been so long since the last time he had visited the crepe shop with you, but it remained fresh in his mind even after reincarnating many times over. What timeline was he in now? He counted 7. That was 7 lifetimes without you. Suguru & Shoko were also counting, and they did whatever they could to find out where you would be. But, each and every one after their first, you were nowhere to be found.

Suguru & Shoko would sometimes come to the crepe shop, but they were also busy making a living in a world without curses. The tragedy from their first life remained fresh in their current ones, holding them so strongly they didn't want to give up.

But unknown to them, you were right under their nose all along, and you frequently went to that same crepe shop at times just before or after they were there, a mysterious force pushing you to the place.

It was at one time, where Satoru thought he saw you, that it reignited the flame that had been dormant for so long, to finally see you, after so many timelines and lifetimes apart.

Your voice, followed by your laughter, and your hand. He had you memorised, and he was so thankful for his good memory that recognised you. It was the closest he got, and when he heard you, saw a part of you, he was sprinting, but you had already disappeared onto the train, and the last thing he saw was the back of your head.

It was brief, but it was enough for his mind to go overdrive and let the others know his findings, that it was possible for them to find you this lifetime, and the crepe shop was the biggest key to it all.

And, when they cracked the code and finally found you, all the memories, feelings and thoughts from their original life came back to them, allowing them to finally see you in a world without curses, even if they had to wait 7 lifetimes.

If they had to put it into years, those 7 lifetimes were equivalent to over 600 years of not seeing you.

But, this lifetime, they finally found you.

Over 600 years in the making, and you also found them.

A/N: I CRIED WRITING THIS. It hurt me 😭 here's part 2!

There's also somewhat of a prequel as well from Geto's POV if you were interested!

Here's also an AU in an alternate timeline with information that takes place directly after the original timing here.

If y'all want some fluff here's the masterlist for the rest of the series 🕊️

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #jjk season 2 #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #jjk spoilers #jjk au #satoru x reader #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x reader #gojo #jujutsu satoru #jujutsu kaisen satoru #geto #suguru geto x reader #jjk geto #geto x reader #jujutsu geto #suguru #satoru #satosugu #sashisu x reader #sashisu #ieiri shoko #stsg #shoko ieiri #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[cutecatlov3r]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨?

various x reader ! [natsu, gray, gajeel, jellal, and zeref]

synopsis: my head cannons and my opinion on which songs they'd fuck you to .

warnings/tw: all characters are 21+, praise, degradation, and my personal head cannons on what they are like during sex .

a/n: don't copy my work ! like, re-blog, and comment ily ! not proofread .

jjk ver. aot ver. hq ver. bllk ver. bnha ver.

Natsu Dragneel

Sure Thing [Miguel]

✰ Of course Natsu sees you as a friend and a lover, this song explains how he feels about you. That's why it's his favorite.

✰ He can be a dom or a sub, it's whatever you want from him, he loves you so he will do anything for you.

✰ This song makes him want to fuck you deep, slow, and steady. He just wants you to know that he loves you.

✰ He is a bit dumb so he doesn't always have the right words during sex.

✰ "Holy shit, the way you take my dick is so good! Keep it up babe,"

✰ He is a moaning mess, he can't control himself !

✰ Usually he tries not to cum inside of you, he doesn't want to make a mess or have a mini him running around the house.

✰ But ! Sometimes he has breeding urges so he tries to cum deep in your womb here and there.

✰ He couldn't ask for anyone better than you, you're his person. He dedicated this song to you for a reason.

✰ He doesn't really understand aftercare so all he does is hold you tightly so you can't get up after sex.

"We could do it, baby, simple and plain. 'Cause this love is a sure thing"

-

Gray Fullbuster

Na Na [Trey Songz]

✰ I can see him being a sweet dom. Like mean in actions but sweet when it comes to talking with you.

✰ It's cannon that he smokes so he probably would light up a cigarette as he plunges himself deep inside you.

✰ He'd offer you a cigarette to but you're too fucked out of your mind to reply to him.

✰ He smirks when seeing you in such a pathetic position.

✰ He'd be the one who would go as deep and as fast as he can, not wanting to slow down.

✰ Butt naked. You and him don't wear any clothes when it comes to sex.

✰ I can't see him as the type to cum inside you, I feel like he'd like to cum on your tummy or on your face.

✰ HIS DEEP VOICE .

✰ "Hey, all clothes off sweetheart, including your bra,"

✰ After cumming on you he will clean you up and just hold you close while being naked.

"You feeling lucky tonight, When we leave this party, you gon' love me tonight"

-

Gajeel Redfox

Locked Out of Heaven [Bruno Mars]

✰ GUYS ! HEAR ME OUT ! This is something he'd listen to! He loves music that has somewhat of a funky beat.

✰ Of course he fucks you to this song. Your sex does take him to paradise.

✰ Degrades you if you act like a brat and doesn't often praise you.

✰ "Shut your damn mouth you brat !"

✰ He manhandles you . Super rough, pushes your head into the pillows etc.

✰ This song during sex isn't very likable to you but if it makes Gajeel happy, you don't mind listening to it.

✰ Cums inside you at all costs.

✰ He sings . He sings this song after you two are done . He can't help it .

"'Cause your sex takes me to paradise"

-

Jellal Fernandez

Die For You [Joji]

✰ Switch. With this song he is kind of submissive.

✰ He loves you so deeply and passionate. This song expresses that he would die for you, even if you left him.

✰ I can see his deep voice moaning and groaning.

✰ "So... Warm~ Keep bouncing on my cock... So good~"

✰ Praises you but when he's dominate he would degrade you.

✰ He lets you ride him to this song, going at whatever pace you want.

✰ "W-woah, slow down baby,"

✰ If you don't cum he will use his tongue to make you.

✰ Boob guy>

✰ He sucks on your boobs, leaving hickeys on your soft plump breasts.

"And it's true that I need you here closer"

-

Zeref Dragneel

Apocalypse [Cigarettes After Sex]

✰ His love for you is out of this world . He is the definition of 'would die for you'.

✰ He has never cared for anyone so much.

✰ He is the type to cry after sex because of how much he loves you. The intimacy just makes him so happy to be with you.

✰ Super slow and gentle with you, rubbing on your favorite parts to help you cum.

✰ "Are you gonna cum for me?"

✰ He likes sucking on your skin, he doesn't care where it's at.

✰ He is a vanilla guy.

✰ Moans for you, loud and clearly.

✰ He is so sweet, making sure you're okay. He often gets worried if he hurts you on accident, he would never dream of hurting you.

✰ You're his everything, he couldn't live without you.

✰ After sex he will help you get in the shower, rubbing your back until you fall asleep.

"Your lips, my lips. Apocalypse"

-

#natsu dragneel smut #natsu smut #gray fullbuster smut #natsu dragneel #gray fullbuster #gajeel redfox #gajeel redfox smut #jellal fernandes #jellal smut #jellal fernandes smut #zeref dragneel #zeref smut #fairytail #fairytail smut #fairytail thirst

[lacyscabinet]

Willow Waly

A/N: okay so I'm not dead (to the people who asked me that in my inbox, I see you) 🙌🏻🤗 but I have no inspiration to write requests, I'm in deep emotional despair and I don't want this blog to slowly die soooooo enjoy this nat x ghost reader fic 🤍 the song I quote in the fic is "Willow Waly" if you don't know the song then you probably haven't seen the hunting of Bly manor (would recommend!!)👀👀👀 written in about 15 minutes while I was bawling my eyes out 🎀

Summary: reader is a ghost that hunts an old mansion in Wiskayok and Nat is dumb enough to break in and face her destiny :) also special thank you to Shauna for being an amazing narrative expedient :))))) (people with cars are cool @pinkmoonzzz)

Special thanks to @jollyreginaldrancher my favorite typo spotter 🤍🤍🤍

WARNINGS: death!, reader is dead, Natalie dies.

Enjoy 🤍🤍

"Isn't it violation of..."

"Shauna" Natalie said with a stone cold gaze, fiddling with the straps of her backpack while sitting in Shauna's passenger seat "That house is empty from like...a decade"

Parking her car at the side of the road, Shauna's head tilted and looked directly at Natalie "Yeah because of that story old people tell kids to scare them away" she chuckled "Scary ghosts"

Natalie's brows furrowed, she didn't know what Shauna was talking about at all "What?" she asked in confusion, causing Shauna to let out a big sigh "Guess I'll have to tell you the whole story then" she spoke with a fake mysterious tone, causing Nat to roll her eyes.

"A family moved there in the 70s, mother, father and daughter, I'm talking about rich ass people that ended up gambling all their money way, and, one night, the daughter was killed, they found out the parents did it, apparently she was dating someone and her parents didn't approve their relationship" she took a deep breath. "The legend says that the girl's ghost is still there attempting to kill everyone who gets inside the house to find herself a new lover" she finished off with a dramatic voice

"Damn" Nat exclaimed "Wiskayok has lore, who would've imagined" she said giggling before going back to her usual cold stare "I'm not scared, and it's a free place for me to stay, my father was a real asshole today" Natalie said as she opened the door and got up from her seat, turning on the torchlight and pointing it in the mansion's direction.

"I told you you could stay at my place" Shauna scoffed.

Natalie just shook her head, it didn't matter how much her friend insisted, she couldn't help but feel like her presence would intrude. So she just plastered a small smile on her lips and a wave of hand before closing the door "Thanks for the ride Shauna"

And now that Shauna was driving away, she was alone.

Walking towards the ruined wooden door, she could hear the porch cracking under her feet, screeching and almost crumbling under her weight.

Once the door was reached, she opened it with ease, multiple years of sneaking into places led her to mastering her bobby pin tecniques.

And the second the door was halfway open, she immediately realized that she was wrong, the house wasn't empty at all, several pieces of furniture and decorations still adorned the inside, covered in dust and cobwebs, carrying signs of the time passing while everything remained still and frozen in time, untouched.

That's when the unsettling feeling kicked in.

Taking a last look outside, she started to think that maybe it wasn't a good idea, but what was left for her outside? a bridge? a street? the trailer?

The allegedly haunted house seemed more welcoming than any of the above.

So she closed the door behind her.

Deciding to explore the remains of the house, she felt like she was transported back in time, the calendar dated back to 1975, and after entering the huge kitchen, she didn't fail to notice the old toaster and other visibly dated furniture.

Until her eyes landed on something. Something she wished she never saw.

"Holy shit" she whispered, looking at the knife holder, noticing one single big kitchen knife missing.

It sent chills down her spine, especially after what Shauna told her, so she backed up and decided to go upstairs and find a place to get some rest, trying to ignore it, it's not real anyways, or at least that's what her mind kept telling her.

Turning around, she noticed a big fancy wooden staircase that headed upstairs, old and dirty blue carpet guiding her way up as she cautiously walked up the stairs, noticing the little intricate details.

And then.

Blood.

Big stains of blood caught her attention as she reached the second floor, her breathing grew heavier as she thought about whatever it could be, some animal hunting a prey and leving traces behind?...in Natalie's mind it made sense. After all it was just a legend. Right?

But as her eyes shifted she started noticing that the blood trailed from the top of the stairs to a closed rusty door.

She was already inside the house, curiosity taking over, the urge to explore was too much, she didn't believe in ghosts anyways, but the thought of exploring a crime scene was thrilling enough to convince her to go further.

So she took a couple of steps foreward and opened the door. Instantly regretting it, eyes meeting an unmade and messy bed on the wall right opposite to her, her eyes immediately landing on the sheets, they were almost completely covered in blood.

Natalie gasped in horror, torch falling on the ground and her trembling hands reaching up to cover her mouth, wide eyes darting away from to obscene sight and a grimaced expression written all over her face.

And then she heard it, a soft mumble, a hum, a weak broken whisper echoing both in the room and in her terrified mind, it took her a while to realize that it came from upstairs.

The attic

She didn't understand why, almost as her feet started moving on their own, she found herself climbing up the tiny ladder at the end of the corridor, pushing open the small door on the ceiling and finally reaching the attic.

Now she could hear it vividly, someone was singing, but even there, she couldn't see who it was, some old boxes blocking her view.

" We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow, but now alone I lie and weep beside the tree..."

The stranger's voice trembling and on the verge of tears, almost sobbing.

"Singing oh willow waly by the tree that weeps with me, singing oh willow waly till my lover return to me..."

Nat's hands trembled, curiosity replaced by fear and fear replaced by terror in a matter of seconds.

"We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow, a broken heart I have, oh willow I die, oh willow I die"

The stranger kept singing. Louder.

Taking a deep breath Natalie quickly got back to the second floor, not even hesitating for a second and immediately sprinting out and running for the door, the creature's chants echoed throughout the whole house, making Nat's head spin as panic filled her whole body, almost making her legs give out as she ran down the stairs.

"Singing oh willow waly by the tree that weeps with me, singing oh willow waly till my lover return to me..."

Finally she could see the door, finally grasping onto some hope, but of course it didn't last long. Because as soon as she tried to open it just like she perviously did to get in, she relized that it wouldn't budge. It was locked.

Curses left her mouth as she kicked and threw fists at the door, her only result a bruise on her knuckles.

Tears of frustration streaming down her face as she started to feel a presence getting closer and closer to her, hunting her down and refusing to let her go.

Then, all of a sudden all the rage, the panic, the desperation and the misery she felt were replaced by a feeling of extreme emptiness and coldness, she felt lighter as if her body was slowly detaching from her soul, even though she swore she didn't take acids that night.

And then she heard it. Closer then before.

"We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow, a broken heart I have, oh willow I die, oh willow I die."

#natalie scatorccio #yellowjackets #nat scatorccio #natalie scatorccio x reader #yellowjackets x reader #nat scatorccio x reader #yellowjackets x you #natalie scatorccio x y/n #nat scatorccio x

[writers-vlogx]

we all know that rafa sometimes gets drunk so i have this image in my head rafa is a romantic drunk,(we all saw how he remembered the song that played when he slept with sofia, that's what i mean) my man would get drunk And have the bright idea to serenade you late as fuck

I can even see him as if he was so drunk that he go the address wrong "verga esta no es la puta casa" It would wake up the whole neighborhood, including you.

you'd be surprised, but you can't help but love this man, especially if he serenaded you, even if it's just him and his drunk friends trying to sing a song.

my man is giving everything for you in that song

You laugh at him and bring him in, lay him down on your bed, and snuggle with him.

Imagine Rafael caro quintero singing to you while drunk

Okay sometimes I feel like yall are way better at writing than me but on with the story 🥲

I can imagine yall attended a party and you decided to go home early, he tried his hardest to convince you to stay but you had to remind him that you had school the next day and that the hangover was already bad enough, any more alcohol and you would surely be blacked out by the end of the night.

So he called a cab for you and that was that, he decided to stay since he had nowhere to be tomorrow so after like 12:00 at night the man was drunk but as we know; Rafael is a romantic type of drunk so as he was whining talking about how much he loved you, he decided he wanted to show you just how much he loved you and the bright dumb idea came to his mind

He would bring you a serenata, at one in the fucking morning, really rafa??

So man's gathered his friends up after convincing them to join his cause and marched over to your house, or what he thought was your house. News flash it was not in fact your house but your neighbors house

So imagine this man, completely drunk, messy hair, and guitar in hand trying so hard to stand up straight while his friends were just in the back, some of them singing some of them laughing at him

The noise obviously woke you up, and as you walked over to your balcony window you could see him singing his heart out and probably scaring the old lady that lived there, so you decided to open your balcony window and yell over at him to ask him what does he think he's doing, don't get me wrong your not mad in fact you think it's hilarious but it's so late and at this point he'll probably wake up the whole neighborhood.

So you call over to him "Amor que estas haciendo??!" You see him turn his head towards your house, he stops singing and you can see the gears turning in his head as he realizes that he's got the wrong house

Down where rafa is at he looks up at your balcony door and just sees you smiling down at him as he whispers to himself "chingada madre, esta no es la puta casa" he was about to die of embarrassment until he saw you wave over to him, he looks behind him to see his friends already walking away laughing

So he walks over to your house, where your already waiting for him by the door "Hola amor, y tu que haces aquí? Pensé que te avias quedado en la fiesta, que paso?" You ask him as you gently guide him inside

"No es que, quería verte perdón por despertarte" he looks up at you to see if your going to scold him for waking you up, or maybe tell him how he's embarrassed you but instead he sees you smiling at him "Nah no te preocupes, estabas cantando muy bonito sabes?" You said as you laugh

He knows your lying, he's heard drunk people sing before and it isn't exactly what your making it out to be but he sees just how much you care about him, enough to protect his ego which he can admit is very sensitive then your hand grabs his wrist as you guide him upstairs to your bed "Andale vamos a dormir okay? Que mañana necesito despertar temprano okay?" You guide him to your room where you fall asleep peacefully next to him and as your about to fall asleep you hear him whisper next to you "Te amo tanto" before you feel a soft kiss being placed on your hand, Fuck you really do love him too much.

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[fullstcp]

"Eyes Wide Open" by Sabrina Carpenter Sentence Starters

EYES WIDE OPEN

"Everybody loves to tell me that I was born an old soul."

"There's so much that I don't know."

"Never felt so all alone."

"I can almost hear him/her/them now."

"I gotta make him/her/them proud."

"I keep my eyes wide open."

"I'm about to make my way."

"I can't see two steps ahead of me."

"I never thought I'd miss the rain."

"Lord knows how long it's been."

"I can't just let it go."

"There's still so much that I don't know."

"All I have is just this moment."

"I don't wanna miss a second."

"It could all be gone in an instant."

CAN'T BLAME A GIRL FOR TRYING

"Here I am again, the same old situation."

"Why does the guy thing have to be so complicated?"

"I should've played it cool, instead, I made a fool."

"Cause I'm young and I'm dumb."

"I do stupid things when it comes to love."

"Even if I always end up crying, you can't blame a girl for trying."

"I should've shut my mouth."

"I could've kept it quiet."

"I might've freaked him/her/them out cause I was so excited."

"I just couldn't wait."

"I took a leap of faith."

"I think sometimes I tend to be my own worst enemy."

THE MIDDLE OF STARTING OVER

"Now that I'm free, there's nothing but blue skies, paradise in front of me."

"I hold my breath and just believe."

"Tired of all the troubles, they've been wasting my time."

"I don't wanna fight."

"I'm in the middle of starting over."

"Life gives you pennies, turn them into dimes."

"Now this is home."

"Make the best of something new."

"The colors and the stars seem a little brighter."

"Tomorrow isn't far away."

"I'm working towards a happy ending."

WE'LL BE THE STARS

"We are young, we are gold."

"All our fears became our hopes."

"We can reach the constellations."

"Trust me, all our dreams are breaking out."

"No, we're never gonna turn to dust."

"All we really need is us."

"Don't be scared to close your eyes."

"No, we're never gonna die. We'll be the stars."

"We're holding onto who we are."

"When it's time to close our eyes, they will see us in the sky. We'll be the stars."

"Hold me close."

"It's in our reach."

"We're breaking out."

TWO YOUNG HEARTS

"It's a narrow line I'm walking."

"Better watch my step."

"We got everybody talking."

"Maybe in another lifetime."

"I've already made up my mind."

"And yes, I know what love is."

"We can run."

"I will follow you to the end of the earth."

"They can never tear us apart."

"I could lie awake in darkness just to dream of you."

"We're gonna keep on running."

"We want it all or nothing."

"We knew it right from the start."

YOUR LOVE'S LIKE

"Sometimes life gets bitter."

"I get strung out."

"I just need a little taste of paradise."

"I know a place I can escape to."

"My head is clearer."

"I got peace of mind when I fall into your eyes."

"Your love's the feeling I get when my favorite song's spinning in my head."

"Why can't it just be only you and me all the time?"

"There's no better rush than your love."

TOO YOUNG

"Everyone tells me I gotta go slow."

"It's gonna hurt sometimes, no matter what you do."

"Nothing can change my mind."

"If I'm too young to fall in love, why do you keep running through my brain?"

"If I'm too young to know anything, then why do I know that I'm just not the same?"

"Don't tell me I won't."

"Don't tell me I can't feel."

"What I'm feeling is real."

"But I've got to fall to fly."

SEAMLESS

"I'll see you in the evening."

"My best friend 'til the end."

"My better half, no pretend."

"You and me together."

"I know all your secrets. And I promise you, I'm gonna keep them."

"I'll be there when you are feeling clueless."

"You and me, we're seamless."

"We're partners in crime."

"You're stuck with me your whole life."

"You're right by my side whenever I need you."

"Through the hardest times, I'll be there for you."

"I won't be hard to find."

RIGHT NOW

"We'll never be as young as we are right now."

"We'll never see the world like we do right now."

"I have a way of getting stuck on yesterday."

"I tend to miss the little things that come my way."

"Time moves so quickly, without or with me."

"I've got to take a breath."

"I've gotta pace myself."

The present is our future past."

"We've gotta make this moment last."

"That's your intuition."

DARLING I'M A MESS

"This might be wrong, but he's/she's/they're all I know."

"I'll try to make our hearts beat in time."

"I'm a mess without your love."

"I'm trying to get by."

"All I need is one more goodbye kiss."

"I can't let you go."

"I won't forget, all that you said."

WHITE FLAG

"Take it all away."

"Save my heart for another day."

"I'm way too proud."

"Something's gotta happen."

"Something's gotta give."

"I know someday it's gonna happen."

"It won't upset me."

"I'll throw the white flag of surrender."

"Not forever, just for now."

BEST THING I GOT

"So what if I just want to be a little bit out of my mind?"

"I let you take my heart and I like it."

"So what if I just happen to be a little bit out of my mind?"

"I bet I'll steal your heart and you'll like it."

"I don't think it's any kind of secret."

"I feel you from a million miles away."

"Your love is the best thing I got."

"It's only just begun, but it's never gonna stop."

"I know sometimes it seems like I am just a little bit behind."

"I get back on the beat and you know it."

"I make you skip a beat and I know it."

"I think of you a billion times a day."

"Don't feel lonely tonight."

"Don't go out of your mind."

#rp memes #rp starters #rp prompts #rp lyric meme #lyric prompts #lyric starters #sentence starters #roleplay starters #roleplay prompts #not the old me. 2.0 me. no it's all of meme combined (ask meme) #when there was me and queue (queue)

[disfrutalakia]

Yeah so, this is some original writing of mine that I really liked and wanted to post, it will be under a cut so don't worry about having to read it.

TW: Murder

Zinrya – 490

The Kingdom cheered, parties were thrown and music blasted loudly, all because a royal baby has been born.

“Pathetic” Was what the countess Robin thought, it was like seein a bunch of wild animals at the zoo, and all for just one baby being born, a baby that could die before the next season arrived. Robin paced around her rooms, waiting to be let into the Queen’s bedchamber, to hopefully put her plan in motion after so many years waiting for what was rightfully hers.

“Lady Robin?” One of the Queen’s maids that she didn’t bother to learn the name, showed up at the door, it was a pathetic elf, as if the kingdom needed more of those things.

“Yes maid?” Robin refused to learn the names of those inferior to her, why should she?

“The queen is allowing you to enter no, but please we ask that you be very quiet, her grace is nursing the princess right now” The maid spoke in a controlled and trained voice, like she had delivered those words to hundreds of others.

“Don’t worry, I know my manners” Unlike this maid, who didn’t even try to address her correctly and kept using you like Robin was one of those filthy peasants. Doesn’t matter now, she must get inside the room, she checked the pockets of her dress one last time, making sure that the knife was there, still wrapped into silk cloth, thankfully it was.

“Your grace? May I get closer?” Robin asked, her blue eyes looking directly to the Queen, who still looked gracious even after giving birth, with her grey skin shining like never before, her long dark hair gracefully sprawled onto the pillow, her white eyes looked like stars today, and in her arms a tiny bundle of joy, or of disgrace if you asked Robin. The princess had very little hair, just some white strands on the top of her head, her dark skin looked like the night sky with little white moles decorating the black skin, her eyes were still closed due to her being newly born.

“Oh, Robin! Of course, of course come on in! The Queen smiled, all those years and her smile remained the same ever since they were kids struggling to play hide and seek in the royal gardens. Her voice was soft like a song when she spoke “I’m so glad to see you my friend, I was beginning to go mad with loneliness.”

“Well, your grace I would say you are not exactly alone now are you?” Robin asked while sitting down at the bed.

The Queen laughed, that sweet laugh that bards would compare to music and say that it could cure even the most depressed of man, Robin hated bards and their tendency to exaggerate every little thing, the Queen’s laugh was not that sweet and really Robin thought it was kind of annoying even the way it would get stuck in your head.

“Oh but a baby is hardly company at all, she is not yet capable of telling me the latest gossips from court.” The Queen said while smiling, her perfect lips curved into the perfect smile, Robin wanted to get on top of her and kill, but she had to wait for the right moment.

“Have you decided on a name for her yet?” Robin knew the answer before the queen could even say anything.

“Well of course not, the full moon has not yet arrived to tell me such.” The Queen tone was infuriating, calling Robin dumb almost, for forgetting the traditions of the lunar elves.

She was ready, she needed to do it.

At the same time that Robin put her hand into the pocket of her gown, the screams started downstairs and she smiled to herself, knowing it was Persimmon arriving with their army, ready to kill.

“Did you hear that?” The Queen asked while putting her baby on the little cradle by her side, she was going to get out of bed, Robin just stopped her with one gentle hand.

“I’m sure it’s nothing Starling, do not worry.” The Queen didn’t even notice the way Robin didn’t say her title, too busy distracted by the screams.

“No something is wrong Robin, I must go….” Before she could even finish her sentence, a silvery blade was being used to stab her, repeatedly.

Robin was on top of Starling, stabbing her body in all kind of places that could be fatal, she didn’t care for the blood staining her gown and jewels, she could hang them as trophies later.

The baby started to scream, fuck Robin has forgotten completely about it, she had to kill it too or leave it somewhere so it wouldn’t be a threat!

Another screen at the door, this time of the maid that had spoken with her earlier, Robin pointed her knife to her “You! Take this baby, put it in the trash, raise it as your own I do not care, just take it away NOW!”

The woman was shaking, her eyes glued on the still body of the Queen.

“I SAID NOW!!”

The maid held the baby in her arms, shielding it from the world.

“Now go, and DON’T tell anyone about this, as far as everyone is concerned this baby is nobody.”

As the door closed and Robin picked up the knife, still stained with blood, she prepared herself to scream, trying to make the scene look like a murder plot that had nothing to do with her.

“GUARDS!!!” She screamed as if she was nothing but a frightened lady in waiting that found the queen dead in bed and the baby gone.

#my writing #original writing

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; SOUR by Olivia Rodrigo (Part I)

BRUTAL

I want it to be, like, messy.

I'm so insecure.

I think that I'll die before I drink.

I'm so caught up in the news.

I'm so tired that I might quit my job, start a new life.

They'd all be so disappointed.

Who am I if not exploited?

I'm so sick of seventeen.

Where's my fucking teenage dream?

If someone tells me one more time "Enjoy your youth," I'm gonna cry.

I don't stick up for myself.

I'm anxious, and nothing can help.

I wish I'd done this before.

I wish people liked me more.

All I did was try my best.

This the kinda thanks I get?

They say these are the golden years.

I wish I could disappear.

God, it's brutal out here.

I feel like no one wants me.

I hate the way I'm perceived.

I'm a nervous wreck.

I love people I don't like.

I hate every song I write.

I'm not cool.

I'm not smart.

I can't even parallel park.

Just havin' a really good time.

Got a broken ego?

God, I don't even know where to start.

TRAITOR

I played dumb, but I always knew.

I always knew that you talked to her, maybe did even worse.

I kept quiet so I could keep you.

Ain't it funny how you ran to her the second that we called it quits?

Ain't it funny how you said you were friends?

It sure as hell don't look like it

You betrayed me.

I know that you'll never feel sorry.

You talked to her when we were together.

Loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter.

It took you two weeks to go off and date her.

Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.

I know if you were true, there's no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly.

Ain't it funny?

Remember I brought her up and you told me I was paranoid?

I wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you.

Don't you dare forget about the way you betrayed me.

You gave me your word, but that didn't matter

Yeah, you're still a traitor.

DRIVERS LICENSE

I got my driver's license last week.

Just like we always talked about.

Today, I drove through the suburbs crying 'cause you weren't around

You're probably with that blonde girl who always made me doubt.

She's so much older than me.

She's everything I'm insecure about.

How could I ever love someone else?

I know we weren't perfect, but I've never felt this way for no one.

I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone.

Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me.

'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street.

All my friends are tired of hearing how much I miss you.

I kinda feel sorry for them.

They'll never know you the way that I do.

I still see your face.

Can't drive past the places we used to go to.

I still fuckin' love you, babe.

I still hear your voice in the traffic.

God, I'm so blue.

1 STEP FORWARD, 3 STEPS BACK

All I did was speak normally

Somehow, I still struck a nerve.

You got me fucked up in the head.

Never doubted myself so much.

Am I pretty?

Am I fun?

I hate that I give you power over that kinda stuff

It's always one step forward and three steps back

I'm the love of your life until I make you mad.

Do you love me, want me, hate me?

I don't understand.

Maybe in some masochistic way, I kind of find it all exciting.

Which lover will I get today?

Will you walk me to the door or send me home crying?

It's back and forth.

Did I say something wrong?

Maybe this is all your fault instead.

I'd leave you, but the rollercoaster's all I've ever had.

DEJA VU

I bet she's braggin' to all her friends, sayin' you're so unique.

So when you gonna tell her that we did that, too?

She thinks it's special, but it's all reused.

That was our place, I found it first.

I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you.

Do you get déjà vu when she’s with you?

Do you get déjà vu?

Do you call her, almost say my name?

Let's be honest, we kinda do sound the same.

I hate to think that I was just your type.

Now I bet you even tell her how you love her in between the chorus and the verse.

That was the show we talked about.

Played you the songs she's singing now when she's with you.

Don't act like we didn't do that shit, too.

You're tradin' jackets like we used to do

Everything is all reused.

Play her piano, but she doesn't know that I was the one who taught you.

A different girl now, but there's nothing new.

I know you get déjà vu

GOOD 4 U

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily.

You found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks.

Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world?

I guess that you've been workin' on yourself.

I guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped.

Now you can be a better man for your brand-new girl.

You look happy and healthy.

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

You're doin' great out there without me, baby.

God, I wish that I could do that.

I've lost my mind.

I've spent the night cryin' on the floor of my bathroom.

You're so unaffected, I really don't get it.

I guess you're gettin' everything you want.

You bought a new car and your career's really takin' off.

It's like we never even happened.

Baby, what the fuck is up with that?

It's like you never even met me.

Remember when you swore to god I was the only person who ever got you?

Well, screw that, and screw you

You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do.

Maybe I'm too emotional.

Your apathy's like a wound in salt.

Maybe you never cared at all.

#rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #sentence starters #sentence meme #sentence prompts #lyric sentence starters #lyric starters #music starters #rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #ask meme #exodusmusing #*mystarters #*sour

[01dragonfire]

Ending theory: Phantom liberty ending spoiler’s below

I think the endings a lie. This will honestly likely end up as more of a headcanon, but hear me out.

So let’s establish a base line of information. The black wall, Johnny (in function at least), and the ‘cure’ are all AI. The black wall is an Ai designed to isolate and hold back AI.

My theory is that the AI we used as a cure is actually just another black wall, albeit more organic friendly, hence why is can ‘cure’ both So Mi’s condition and V, despite being such different conditions, and only having one dose. But it’s not actually a cure, it’s just isolating the organic bits from the non-organic code. That’s why their is only one. (albeit with some distinguishing so the host doesn’t die from say, a lung implant shutting off. We know this can be done as we see in the space port, all needed aspects of the implants remain). I think the NUSA could have solely isolated the relic, but didn’t.

Now, why would the NUSA not tell the truth? Why lie. Well the whole storyline points that to being a dumb question but I digress. Plain and simple, V is dangerous. V betrays the government once before you can even get this ending (siding with song bird), V is shown to be an active and dangerous threat. V betraying songbird shows their willingness to survive at any cost. Combine that with FIA security clearance and the moment V decides to turn on them, the FIA is in trouble. The FIA knows exactly what V is capable of , and it’s a threat to them.

Also : in the ending they very specifically mention ‘combat implants’ not necessarily any and all implants , as V still has the face implant , ports (Victor can check V’s vitals) , kiroshis, and probably other implants. How convenient that. A clean way to take a dangerous weapon off the market, and oh look, we can offer them a cushy new job as gesture of good will. After all,V saved the president, I don’t think they’d kill them so carelessly

Now , I guess the hard stop on this theory is when Viktor scans V, but if the AI is functioning in its job as a mini black wall, it could very easily adjust the readouts to say V cannot handle chrome anymore. Honestly, We don’t know what the NUSA programmed the AI to do.

I guess another question is ‘why 2 years’ and I guess we kind of see that in the end. V has no Allies, no one to turn to, and no one to dig into what they might have done to the code in their head. Not to mention, it would drive V into either civilian life or into NUSA employment , both much easier to monitor than say, a fixer job that V might have gotten with their connections. It also could have to do with stabilizing their holds on night city, or finishing off dog town, where V could easily leverage to become a threat again. There’s likely a number of other reasons as well.

And I admit, maybe the dlc just successfully did a number on me and made me start to be distrustful of any and all of the characters. But that distrust is well earned.

#phantom liberty #cyberpunk #cp2077 #cyberpunk 2077 phantom liberty #phantom liberty spoilers

[cantstoptheimagines]

just finished watching journey to bethlehem so i could see milo manheim and uhhh... here are my “train of thoughts” notes, meaning there is literally no organization here

@multifandomsimagine must hate me rn because i basically gave her a play by play of the entire movie bc it's just so campy. it's literally just a bible dcom to be quite honest. (also i am officially campaigning for milo manheim to play flynn rider and it’s all based on his role as joseph alone) 💀

They think I wouldn’t notice the inclusion of a Pair of Kings actor, but I did

Not even two minutes in, I can already tell this movie is going to be fucking hilarious

The narration sucks, it’s so bland

Why is the “Journey to Bethlehem” song suddenly a pop ballad?

The costuming is okay, but the language is so modern. This feels like a play written by TikTok

The first song is a bop

The facial expressions so far are very bland

I feel like it’s trying to provide some feminism anecdotes, which I find very interesting. Not what I expected at all to be honest

Feels like a play you’d do in high school for extra drama club credits

Joseph is literally just Wally Clark if he were in a Bible study club

I genuinely can’t tell if this is meant to be satirical or not

I’m living for Puss in Boots as an evil king, iconic

Good to Be King is the ultimate showtime villain song. I will die on this hill

Love the choreography in this villain song. Love men who can dance in sync while stomping their armored boots

THE SNAPPER LIGHTS, I’M CRYING

Love Mary’s betrothal outfit

This dialogue is so fucking funny and for what reason?!

Office camera glance

I really like the shot of them behind the water wheel thing, it’s gorgeous

His hand is so much bigger than hers, oh my god

Gabriel. Iconic. Hilarious.

Far more Mary centered than I expected. It’s definitely her movie

Camera work during Mother to a Savior is beautiful

Love the map graphics

That cut from Mary/Elizabeth to Joseph. The editing in this movie is so smooth

Good Joseph, Bad Joseph. Why is he dressed like evil Legolas? Their outfits are giving Anakin and Padme

The Ultimate Deception is definitely one of the best songs. Joseph fighting against himself in his own subconscious, singing a duet with himself! Are you kidding me?!

Officially considering Joseph fanfiction

The Magi are everything musical theatre needs right now

The donkey as a running joke lol

We Become We is a love song for the ages, try to prove me wrong, I dare you

Dancing with the fireflies?!!!!!! When will it be my turn

The way she turned her head away, this is so funny oh my god

A prince with daddy issues?! Guess I found my husband for this movie. He has a great song, definitely one of the best but it’s probably the least promoted. I’ve never even heard it before even though it’s so good

Why wouldn’t you just lie about where you’re from lol, am I missing something with that part?

Joseph jumping into action after Mary says she wasn’t the only one chosen for this. We love a Milo Manheim character

“we’re meeting the lord, surrounded by sheep shit” lmaooo

Mary and Joseph are just the smart girl, dumb boyfriend trope and I love them for it

Joseph carrying her through the streets. He should’ve been a girl dad

Bro just got knocked out by a donkey lmao

Silent Night scene with a donkey pacing outside the barn where Mary is giving birth is honestly great

A shining light over the world with an angel choir concert glowing and sparkling in the sky, hot damn, who would’ve imagined

“I’m holding all the answers in my arms” is such a good lyric

“Mine is the kingdom, mine is the power, mine is the glory forevermore” changing into “thine” was a pretty clever idea

Joseph kissing Mary’s head!!! STOP WHY AM I SHIPPING BIBLICAL FIGURES

“One who has come to save the lost.” “Am I lost?”

“You are not your father” CALL OUT THOSE DADDY ISSUES, MARY

Damn, ok, Antipater

*finally kisses Joseph* “You’re welcome” WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN

Stay for the end credits just to hear Brand New Life, it’s a great song too. The credits also feature Go Tell It On The Mountain

Would I be weird if I wrote fics for this movie lmao

#2024 #personal

[ohfiendangelical]

— MARRIED IN MOUNT AIRY  ♡   STARTERS —

the following are lyric starters taken from nicole dollanganger’s 2023 album married in mount airy. i tried my best to choose lines that have the most potential as semi-realistic dialogue, though a level of purple prose and heavy metaphor is inescapable with lyric-based starters. all tracks included save for track 10, summer song, which is an instrumental. use & adjust however you see fit. (trigger warnings in abundance: this is nicole dollanganger, after all.) 

TRACK 001   ♡   married in mount airy 

“we made love beneath the mirrored ceiling.”  “all you have to bring is your love of everything." “don’t recall what we were drinking.” “there was something very strange in the air.” “don’t recall what we were singing.” “he tasted of sherry.” “i remember swinging with my hands caught in the curls of his long hair.” 

TRACK 002   ♡   gold satin dreamer 

“i dream of the lake.” “i feel you in the wind.” “love you, baby.” “i wait for it to get dark.” “all those dreams left out in the sun, they run like syrup and clot like blood — disfigured beyond recognition.”  “even though other faces i forget, yours is carved out of stone.”  “tryin’a take you out of me is like tryin’a take smoke out of wood.”  “gold satin dreamer, gold satin heart.” 

TRACK 003   ♡   dogwood

“please don’t take him from me.” “i need him, you know i do.” “there’s no telling that man what to do.”  “you’ll have to pry him from my cold, dead grip.” “i refuse to understand.” “he just makes his own bed.” “there’s no use trying.” “you know how reckless he can be sometimes.” “he doesn’t mean it when he says he don’t care if he lives or dies.”  “i’m not letting go of him.”

TRACK 004   ♡   runnin’ free

“please don’t go.” “i can’t trust myself to be alone.” “i hear them drive off into the night.” “i’ll die out here if i stay.” “he’d love it that way.”  “the dogs in the yard keep me up with their cries in the night.” “the days are long.”

TRACK 005   ♡   bad man

“i wish he didn’t have to die.” “he was a bad man.” “i’m still crying, but i’m not sorry.” “i couldn’t give a goddamn about it.” “he had to go — and he’d say the same, you know?” “i could tell you that i don’t love him, but you know it would be a lie.” “goddamn him, he knows why.” “i’ve washed him out of my clothes.” 

TRACK 006   ♡   my darling true

“you won’t change your ways.” “it’s time for me to let you go.” “you may just be the death of me, but the truth is i’d love it so.”  “hold me ‘til i’m cold and blue.” “you play such wicked games.” “that girl’s plain dumb.” “she just loves pain.”

TRACK 007   ♡   moonlite

“got you mounted on a wall in the back of my mind.” “i just can’t forget, try as i might.” “i stay on the drink and you stay on my mind.” “you were my girl, my thing, my pet, to do anything i wanted with.”  “i wanna hold you in my hands like a porcelain decanter.” “i love you so much, i can’t stand you.” “i see right through you.” “i pray you can feel my eyes.” “the drunker he got, the truer he spoke.” “i keep a piece of you locked in my heart.”  “sometimes you’re my girl, and sometimes, bitch, you’re dead.” 

TRACK 008   ♡   sometime after midnight

“he’ll be picking me up sometime after midnight.” “i’ve spent all day thinking of what i’ll wear.” “there’s this feeling in my stomach — wondering if i should just ignore it…”  “when something bad happens, it’s usually at night.”

TRACK 009   ♡   nymphs finding the head of orpheus

“i’ll make myself sick from the water.” “all my tears and rage could fill a revolver.” “now i see.” “i used to think you must be the water i drink.” “in the dark, i wait.” “i used to dream of the day it’d just be you and me.” “you cruel, cruel man.”

TRACK 011   ♡   whispering glades

“i’m sure as in life, there will be beautiful women there in your death.” “you just have your way of charming those who catch your eye like shiny things.” “you’re a nightmare disguised as a good dream.” “when she wants a garden, you give her a rose.” “you just have your ways, what with all of those grotesque displays of love you show.” “i feel sorry for them because how could they know?” “you give nothing and think it too much.” “i’ll have a smile painted on my face.” “hollywood suits you, darling; i think you should stay.” 

TRACK 012   ♡   i’ll wait for you to call

“i’ll wait for you to call.” “if i wait my whole life, it won’t be wasted at all.” “i’m fine to love you from afar.” “if i don’t see you again, i understand it’s just how things are.”

#hello fellow depressed women! #☆ CUES . #ok to reblog (of course)

[talk-it-out-outsiders-smp]

ALRIGHT NOW ITS TIME FOR MY FAVORITE COPING MECHANISM, DENIAL! Au Final things! It's been set up like tragedy but by God they will get there happy ending!

- First off because no one died in this Au the original people who saw the sign with the code are still around, most importantly Apo who I firmly believe would remember that number, so Ori definitely still falls into the lab but instead makes a bet for his friends full freedom. If they get out of the maze, all together, then they get to walk away fully, no strings attached. (This is vague but what I'm working with right now)

-So our group heads into the dark maze when the lava rises and they make their way into The Trails

-When crossing the initial Bridge they have Bek and Kyle Led with Owen and Magic in the back to keep an eye out for anything sneaking up on them and also to make sure everyone is there

-Krow's comment about remembering the outside world being darker is heard by Soup who promises to take him to a beach once they're out

-Reddons absolutely steals the beer from that chest while playing dumb about what hybrid they could be talking about

-Meeting Crazy Spell Nick in that water cave goes even worse because instead of 8 there's 18 and the cave barely fits them. Oeca I'd the impatient one who decides to just try and swim through

-Now since Owen never tried to kill Krow he didn't cut its arm off so... While swimming past the creature Acho almost gets bit by it but Krow pushes him out of its path getting its own arm practically bitten off

-Guts continues her life as a strongest woman around and carries both Krow and Bek on her shoulders up the rope since there both injured

-In the sacrifice room there's lots of arguing about who should stay. Ori is horrified but adament that he should stay, Soup says she should stay because she doesn't think she can fit in the outside world, Mohwee offers to stay since he believes both Soup and Ori would be better at ensuring the group as a wholes survival, in the end Owen stands on the pressure plate and orders the others out.

-Rasbi and Apo demand he come with them, they'll find another way, there's always another way. Owen tries to explain that it's fine that of all of them he deserves to escape the least and Rasbi screams at him that she doesn't care, he doesn't get to break up fruit trio like this. Ori pleas with Owen that he'll stay but Owen won't budge and says they should say their goodbyes since they need to leave. He has to get Kyle to drag Ori out of the room. Bek gives Owen her sword insisting that if anyone could get out of this it's him. Gracie firmly tells Owen that she's ordering him not to die and to catch up with them as soon as he can. He salutes just before the door closes, saying goodbye with a quick, yes ma'am.

-They hear the explosion through the door but Magic insist he's he fine, no one argues with her. They don't want to voice the only other conclusion

-Camping in the Mushroom Room is the first break the get and everything catches up with them pretty quick. Apo refuses to talk about Owen or really talk at all till Reddons drags him into a conversation with Mohwee and Rasbi about Maze theories since they're almost out, he insist they place bets on what they'll find at the end

-Soup cleans up Krows arm injury, amputating it, and Acho thanks him for the save. It and Kyle have a good heart to heart here as well, saying some long over do apology that are sincere this time

-Squidney, Spidey, and Ayngel drag everyone into campfire songs to cheer up Gracie and Magic

-Guts has a really good singing voice

-Oeca doesn't sing but does awkwardly pat Gracie on the back in his own form of comfort.

-Ori goes off to his own mushroom, his deal weighing heavily on him, Bek sits beside him and without prompting Ori says he can't explain but that he messed up. She reassures him he didn't, firmly stating that they're all doing the best they can and even if he made a mistake they'll be by his side to help him pick up the pieces.

-Krow is still the one to display its memories and has a meltdown but everyone is silent in shock after the visions end, and with no harsh words to lash out at it just breaks down screaming about how it did what it had to do. It was it or them, Krow had to, they have to understand it didn't want to hurt them but, it had to. It didn't want to hurt anyone.

-Ayngel interupts Krow's spiral by pulling him into a hug, ignoring how it digs its claws into her reflexively, and promises him they understand. Soup assures him that plenty of them have done bad things. Reddons cracks a joke about being the court jester to Krows empire when he takes over as the one true dragon born. They feel ok when they finally open the door, ready to move forward.

-The mood is ruined when the Watchers burst in and suddenly start ordering them around. Though they can't really fight all of them they still scream and argue, and in Krows case bite, when they try to drag Magic away. They swear they'll get her back and she yells for them to be careful. Still they're separated.

-A momentous occasion for the audience, almost an entire cast leaving the Maze, such a shame about that disgraced war General though, so close.

-Bek is horrified to step out out on that stage to find this whole time she has been a star and now the idea is sickening

-Apo furiously yelling about theories and ideas he got wrong

-Oeca definitely tries to argue his simulation thing was close enough to win the betting pool to Reddons who insist that technically Acho won with his lab rat science experiment bet

-Kyle shielding Acho from everyone's staring eyes

-Mohwee and Spidey getting so angry right away that Squidney and Guts forcibly hold them back from attacking the announcer or the audience

-Ayngel stopping Krow from doing the same

-Gracie and Soup going into numb shock and just sitting down and staring, not saying anything at all

-Rasbi has a full blown panic attack on the stage overwhelmed by the yelling and cheering and Ori calms her down

-Meanwhile Magic stand before her father again, stronger but not they way he wanted. She demamd she and her friends be let go and he spills the beans on Ori's deal, noting that they were in fact, 1 member down. Magic argues that he knew someone had to be left behind and set them up, and he agrees saying that he rigged the bet in his favor, something he hopes she can understand. Magic starts talking about how she's better than him, stronger because of her compassion not weaker. He begins to point out her failing as leader of clearing 2 and belitting her for getting Ash killed. Before Magic and argue though Owen comes out of a vent in the wall, furious and ready to defend his friend.

-Owen after letting his friends leave searched around the room for some sort of out, trying to brute force his way back the way he came but instead finds a floor grate hidden under some carpeting. He uses the sword to force his way through and starts to climb through the vents to find his way back to the others. Hearing Magic yelling through the vents he follows her voice to the office.

-They either kill him or get him to agree to letting them go, unsure which direction I like more but result is the same, they leave this place and head out into the world with nothing really on them.

-This got really long and I need to sleep so after maze life tmrw because, wow things will not be the sane after this realization about the maze.

#outsiders smp #outsidersblr #apokuna #gutsluvr #krowfang #rasbi #reddoons #graecie #justayngle #magicsings #oeca #orilovestea #kyleeff #acho #owengejuicetv #bekyamon #squidney80 #spideyarmy #mohwee #justayngel #TalkItOutAu

[weirdraccoon]

This is one of my favorite songs and I feel it every time I hear it. I have a... story that goes with it but it's personal and kind of stupid so read only if you are curious.

Warning tho: Suicidal thougts and a very long rambling text.

So, in 2022 I went to Canada to meet with a guy I met on facebook (don't think anything yet, I know this is dumb). Anyway, this dude I met was from Mexico too, different city, but close enough he could visit.

We started talking during the pandemic and I didn't want to meet him in person haha and I used the fact that we had to stay home as an excuse to explain why I didn't want him to come (this dude couldn't take a simple "no").

Fastforward to May 2022 and he came to my city. I still didn't want to meet him but I admit he had been fun to talk to and I considered him an online friend. Besides, I had already looked him up, y'know, to check he was who he said he was and all. (I even found the name of his parents lol I'm good).

I remember Dr. Strange was on theatres and I told him I'd meet him if he invited me to see it and when we were waiting in line he told he was moving to Canada and he'd like it if I went with him. I was like "hold it, you're just an online friend" but I guess he had already put my in the girlfriend-zone which sucks.

That year was one of the worst years, emotionally for me. I've just finished my career and I was giving online classes and I felt like a functional adult. But then, I quit my job because of dumb stuff my dad put in my head and I had nothing to do- no work, no study, no energy to write or paint or anything really. And I started thinking:

If I'm doing nothing, then what's the point.

To be alive without actually living.... It'd be better if I didn't exist at all.

I guess it consumed me and it depressed me even more and all I did was sleep and pretend I was doing good when I had to go see my family.

I felt like a ghost. Now I realize I had been feeling like that, as if in a daze or a dream or like smoke, for a very very long time.

FB dude invited me to Canada then, paid for the plane and everything. Mom seemed excited that I was apparently meeting someone, even Dad was unworriedly cheering me on, telling me I should explore and travel and meet people (ohgoshamIcrying?)

So I went.

I knew I couldn't put my life in other people's hands, and not in a trusting way but in a desperate attempt at finding a lifeline.

That song?

I first heard it when I was sitting near a lake.

Dude had to work all the time I was there, so I was by myself most of the time. I still slept most of the day, then went out, drank water to feel full but I didn't eat that much in those two weeks, wandered around downtown, visited the National Gallery, took a bunch of photos to look content on my instagram...

I almost didn't come back.

My thinking process was: if I die here, they won't have to see my lifeless body. They won't have to hold a -what's the word- like they did for my uncle (who died just a few months before my trip). It'll be better for them all if I just disappeared. Bunch of people disappear everyday. Tourists. Specially women, right?

I listened to that song every single day during my stay there and I kept looking for the oportunity, the place. Waiting for someone to actually do it for me and even wishing FB dude was a psycho who'd do it for me cause apparently I was a coward.

Anyway, I did come back and I feel awake and I no longer want to do it even if I think not existing is still a good idea. Went to the psychologist, figured some stuff out, realized I hadn't mourn my uncle like I should've, put my life on my hands with a pretty simple and dumb goal: I don't want to leave that on my brother.

Now I'm still convincing myself, every day, that I do want to be here.

And even if there are days when I just sleep and think that I don't deserve to exist, I keep trying the next day.

Ignoring myself is difficult, but I also enjoy shutting myself up by proving I can do things.

It helps that now I have a job, so I have to get up for that, and HL helped a lot, taking me home for a little while and finding me a new little fandom with even a friend or two (even if we dont talk much).

Still... I'm scared of maybe not comitting it, but I guess I don't really take care of myself, and I'm just following my uncle's steps on how to stop existing.

But scared is not the right word either. I guess I'm just sad. Again. All the time.

#this song #personal rubbish #depressed #tw depressing thoughts #depresion #suicidal thoughts #you are not alone #if anyone wants to talk about feeling this way #i get it #or we can only listen to sad music #5 minutes of crying then dust off and go on #weirdraccoon rambling #Spotify

[twosroos]

teasers, plural???

becuz i hate not posting anything, and want people to chat with about my writing... here are various teasers for different parts of the next four-ish all grown up chapters :D!

"It's so dumb to be so stressed and terrified of something I could do with my eyes closed! It almost feels irrational, like being afraid of dating again."

Then, Bob confessed something to you.

"I'm terrified of dating again."

It makes you pause, and you cock your head at him. He flushes and waves his hands around.

"Hear me out!" He laughs, turning so he's almost flush against you and you can smell the faint whiskey on his breath as he sighs, the breath filtering across the bare skin of your chest from where your lowcut tanktop sits.

"I'm hearing." You tease and he sighs.

"Dating someone in the Navy, or vice versa, is a huge commitment. It's worse if you marry them too. You have to give this person all of your trust. You just have to sit there at night knowing they're probably praying that you don’t end up dead somewhere, or that you don’t cheat overseas. You're also praying the same for them, you want to be able to go and help them and hold them but you can't because you're so far away. I've seen so many relationships that would usually thrive, break off and die in the Navy and it's so upsetting. I just can’t imagine having to leave someone behind. Even with my few exes since I left for boot camp, that was always the hardest part."

"Leaving?" You whisper and he nods, and you try to bite back the bitter comment of 'it wasn't hard for you the first time we kissed' that fights its way up. You don't have a real desire to be bitter anymore. When Bob hums back a yes, you sigh softly and almost try to burrow into your pillows a bit more. Your hand comes up to rest by your pillow and you accidentally, or mostly accidentally, ghost it up his chest; barely touching his skin. He shudders but keeps his eyes locked on yours.

You're not sure if you had made a mistake, or if your subconscious was asking for more. Your eyes sparkle with the dotted fairy lights hidden in the posters, fake foliage, flowers, and tapestry on your walls as you whisper, "Would you ever do it?"

"As soon as I can get the girl I’m after to trust me, yes. A hundred times over, even if it ends in flames."

---

Once you get Fuego stable after her run, already mentally prepared for her to thrash, the audience cheers as you turn back to see the time. A beautiful seventeen and fifty-two seconds staring back at you.

"She does it again!" The announcer comes over the radio and you laugh, using one hand to raise your shimmering stetson to the crowd as you pump your fist against your chest with the other. The audience roars, slamming their feet into the stands, and Fuego shakes her head low at the noise as you scream out a noise of pure, euphoric celebration.

"Let's fuckin' go!" You hear a voice scream and you turn to see Bob cheering from behind you where he stands with his friends. Your chest feels light, and the feeling of your heart thudding against your chest is as prominent as the feeling of your blood rushing through your veins. You let out a laugh as you wave to the audience, hopping off of Fuego once you see your Mom has her reins. You book it straight to Bob, his arms easily taking you into a tight hug as he swings you around.

"Holy shit!" You laugh, once your feet are on solid ground, and he grabs your stetson from your hand before he places it gently on your head with a soft smile.

"Congratulations." He whispers and you grin, a hand on his chest and the other still wrapped around his shoulders.

"Thanks, Robby."

---

“You might think you’re winning now,” he stumbled back, a hand pressed to the wall behind him for support, “but, let me tell you something.”

“Get out—“

“—Y/n!” He sing-songs before dropping his voice to a whisper, “I’ve got a revolver in the passenger's door of my truck, and if four eyes over there wants to even try helping you, I'll place a pretty little pack-a gunpowder right between his eyes.”

“you wouldn’t dare.” You feel the breath being knocked out of your lungs, you barely step back, a plastic cup crunching under the heel of your boot.

“I would.” Mike smiles, and before you can retort, the sliding door to the barn opens and you find a helpful perch on Jake’s shoulder the second he’s within arm's distance. Phoenix stands in the doorway, her back to you, calling for someone to come over.

“Mister Lees,” Jake speaks with a cold, dangerous tone as his eyes flicker to Mike, then to you. Jake shifts so he’s fully blocking you.

Mike goes to step forward and Jake gently nudged you off as he steps forward to match him. The display of power makes Mike falter as he speaks, “Uh— Lieutenant Seresin.”

“You best be on your way out of this party now, Mike, don’t ‘cha think?” Jake smiles, “I wouldn’t wanna have to send someone after you.”

“I’ll be on my way, sir. But Y/n—“

“—Can it.” Phoenix calls from the doorway, “you’ve got about two seconds to get outta here before Rob sees you.”

---

"Mike, stop!" You screech, digging a heel into the ground as you try to rip yourself back. The sight of him grabbing the barn door is enough to send your brain into a panic.

"I'll slam it back into this same door!" He shouts, "Wanna see that? Huh? Answer me!"

"Stop it!" You're sobbing, and that's when you hear a truck door slam from behind you.

"That's just 'bout enough, I think." Bob enters the barn, wiping sweat from his forehead as he shoves his stetson down to secure it, you continue to pull against Mike, who laughs softly at Bob's stare.

"I don't give a shit what you think, four-eyes,"

"You better think real careful 'bout what your gon' say next, Mike." Bob's voice drops to an octave you've never heard, and you finally lift your head to meet his gaze and it steeled right into Mike's fiery one. Bob doesn't need to flex or show his strength, it comes from his voice alone, "I ain't gonna repeat myself, back the fuck off. Now."

#all grown up twosroos #do these count as spoilers? #yall knew mike was gonna show up why would i bring it up so much just to have it not happen <3

[remusmoonbaby]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Songs That Remind me of Remus Lupin

🤎 here you will finds songs that remind me of Remus w/ the reason why I thought of these songs! Of course this is just how I see him, but feel free to comment some other songs that remind you of him!! I’d love to hear them :)) link to the Spotify playlist here!!

🤎 please do enjoy this as much as I have enjoyed writing it <3

divider credit @chaefilm 🤎

ೃ⁀➷ Home by Cavetown

honestly…this song reminds me of the way Remus struggled after James’ and Lily’s death, along with Sirius being sent to Azkaban. made me think of the way everything happened at once for him and just the spiraling feeling that was happening within him :/ ITS SO SAD !!! especially when you’re thinking of it of this way 💔

ೃ⁀➷ Water Fountain by Alec Benjamin

…if I’m honest I thought of Remus for this song in such an imaginative state here. I don’t know why I think that Remus did have some sort of a “first love” moment while he was in hogwarts but it just didn’t work out :( IM SO SAD LIKE WHY AM I DOING THIS— 💔 but of course he thinks back on it and he’s glad that it didn’t work because now he has his ONE AND ONLY TRUE MATE

ೃ⁀➷ Stressed Out by twenty one pilots

again, this reminds me of the time Remus was alone basically. he doesn't have his best friends being his rocks anymore...werewolf regulations are SO MUCH stricter when all of this is happening, that Remus just thinks about the times of when they were younger. it was so much easier then !!! he could act like a normal teenage wizard boy and not think of the consequences.

ೃ⁀➷ idfc by blackbear (but on the playlist the slowed down remix is made by DJ espinos)

Okay, just like water fountain, this also deals with the "first love"...i feel like Remus will try to make things work between him and the person even if it is lies but...he's so cold about it with them at the same time. he will literally act like he doesn't care about them but we all know he's hiding and holding back on them :/ our poor baby

ೃ⁀➷ Animals by Maroon 5

DO I GOTTA SAY MUCH HERE!? LIKE !!!!! LET'S NOT ACT DUMB HERE WE ALL KNOW THAT REMUS IS A FUCKING FREAAAAAAK IN THE SHEETS!!!! Like this man goes feral every time...don't get me wrong he definitely has a soft spot but one little unhinged moan from you...he snaps. instant switch! it's hot ;))

ೃ⁀➷ Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys

guuuuuuuuuys i literally think of this the way Remus teases you. like this is his type of foreplay and does he get the fucking rise out of it when he sees you reacting the way he wants you to. omg this man is literally towering over you staring at you with a knowing look in his eyes and that fucking smirk he has when he's up to no good...oh my gods i'm on my knees for him

ೃ⁀➷ As the World Caves in by Matt Maltese

y'all....this song is literally my prime definition of Remus and Tonks. like, i'm so serious when i first heard this song they were the first thing to pop into my head. i'm so serious when i say that is literally their ride or die (CRYING HERE HOLD UP) song to me...like go and read the lyrics and you'll get what i mean 💔

ೃ⁀➷ Moonlight by Chase Atlantic

this song is literally how i think Remus will think of you when he's starting to actually notice you and become interested in everything about you. the song is literally giving "you make me so curious" vibes just LJHDFHEFKJENF:IHEF

ೃ⁀➷ PARANOID by Chase Atlantic

another song that reminds me of the hardship Remus went through when he was alone. i honestly believe that Remus HAD to have gone through some sort of hysteria that really, and i mean really, made him paranoid that he really couldn't function properly :(

ೃ⁀➷ Teacher's Pet by Melanie Martinez

this song is here for the sheer fact that we all met Remus as the DADA teacher and oh my gods was i living that teacher x student fantasy with him !!! YEAH IT"S BAD WHEN I THINK OF IT NOW but...it's just hot

ೃ⁀➷ Persephone by Tamino

tbh i first thought of this song and just thought this fits Remus' aesthetic...? though i know its pretty much agreed that this song deal with Hades and Persephone but i don't know why I always think that Remus' love is just like Hades love for Persephone...just something about it makes me so freaking warm and fluffy inside that i could just cry in joy honestly.

ೃ⁀➷ Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex

if Remus wrote you some sort of poem...this is the song. like, i feel like it fits the way he would want to describe his feelings for you through paper, because the poor man cannnoooot say it in your face

ೃ⁀➷ Fairytale by Alexander Rybak

this is solely here for the aesthetic vibes but also for that other imagine part i've always thought that fits Remus, where he was in love with in school but was scared to approach you in a romantic way, but years later he sees you again and it's like those feelings never went away. he felt like he was back at school just watching you from afar.

ೃ⁀➷ Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood

another Remus Lupin aesthetic song !! this song honestly fits him so much just for the overall vibe i get from him and everything :))

ೃ⁀➷ Marinero by Maluma

i had to sneak in a Spanish song here, especially this song!! for those that don't understand Spanish, there are English lyric translations on YouTube, trust me it won't disappoint you. I have this song here just because i feel like Remus will take advantage of the way you feel for him because he doesn't know how to handle it. Excuses I know, but it's the hard reality for him and you.

ೃ⁀➷ Nobody by Mitski

i feel like this song kind of describes Remus's desperate need to have some sort of connection with the outside world, but at the same time he's overthinking it due to the past experiences and he doesn't have his people to weigh him down in case of anything :/

ೃ⁀➷ Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood

...do i gotta say much. this man has daddy issues because of the way his father was with him. he's in that club with us, but also it also speaks of the way he is with relationships, especially sexual relationships to me.

ೃ⁀➷ Runaway by AURORA

this song is literally Remus reconnecting with life. He finally has Harry in his life, and he finally has Sirius back too. he feels complete but that nagging feeling in the back of his mind makes him want to run away from it cause he's finally back home.

⁀➷ Who (feat. BTS) by Lauv, BTS

i honestly have this song in the playlist just for the sheer fact that Remus WILL overthink your relationship just because his wolf hasn't claimed you as their mate, and it makes him absolutely anxious. because what if his true mate is out there and it isn't you in the end? what is he going to do?

#Remus Lupin playlist #remus lupin #remus lupin moodboard #remus x reader #remus my beloved #marauders reactions #marauders scenarios #marauders music #music #music recs #remus x you #marauders x y/n #marauders imagines #marauders #harry potter marauders

[the-firebird69]

Watch "Gravity affects this man differently #builtdifferent" on YouTube

Never mind Taylor Swift stand aside I've been working my whole life to avoid this truthfully isn't want to hear your a****** say anything but really we see your album having trouble with what's going on oops and he explains it you're trying to talk to this idiot and he can't hear you your whole Army is almost destroyed by this fool and that's how you survive. Today up and ran off with a another truck of it a quarter of what was left to investigate things. And where did we find them how in China and probably China is what my husband says and that's where they were out there asking questions of the big a****** . They were cut the ribbons it just still walking around asking questions towards the end someone said this is ridiculous this is what we do for an investigation that we should be shot. And they all were shot. Fast forward to about an hour ago when the idiot got back started threat against and cursing threatened my husband and us and we begin to strike to stop him from his useless tirade and he spent another quarter of what remains here in Florida and elsewhere and his her going pretty quick those are very big numbers to be expending for practically nothing and apparently he doesn't know how many people he has. Recently like a few minutes ago he caught up sort of not really it started harassing my husband for looking at Sarah's album and songs and what he's saying is she's kind of knows a few years ago didn't start to suck real bad and that worse and worse and last year to this year she's asking why and what you're doing and that's it for the new albums adjust new songs out and they are not pretty I know about you driving John leave me alone and while you're stupid and that you lost it you no longer control yourself since the song it's just it says it in the song she does not know you anymore and you're a strange person and a stranger you go around gallivanting around saying dumb things about everybody and especially your own. And in one of her new songs she said she wants you gone. And another it says you abandoned me and left me and I have nobody that could be on your own kid. I've seen men lose but you're a loser Joe Watts to begin with and you're not going to be losing but you're making sure you lose and yeah the AI is gone years ago. So he's trying to sound normal and I don't really care but this guy has to go he's spent and she says it too that's what he was looking at.

I'm mentioning what's going on here because the assholes particularly nasty. It's really his own team the record what he has and say he's going to take over Tommy F Body when he is indicating my husband's body each and every time by the way. I want trump dead so I'm sending in the orders now.

Hera

We are in receipt of your orders and our reissuing them and sending them out for people to follow. John Riva Lord this would be considered to be a very strict enemy of ours and to be armed and dangerous not to be allowed to hear any of us under any circumstances and I approve it and he's right hey this guy is making things very hard usually happens people just to be a b**** and a freaking f**

Thor Freya

You're a weird piece of s*** Trump and you eat up your own it's not normal even for this rhealm. I don't know what happened to you but you're useless to me and I want out of it you don't let me out and you're going to die

Taylor Swift

I have to let you out and furthermore he's mine

Trump

I'm not yours you weakling and f****. People don't want you touching my body who wants More alive than your whole army ever was to them your hunk of s***. You've ever say anything like that about me again I'm going to have your head chopped off each and every time so you've got one coming to you

Zues