#cemetery kids don't die

[dustinweaver]

Cemetery Kids Don't Die #1 variant cover (2023)

Drawing these crazy looking character designs was a lot of fun. Check this series out in February!

#dustin weaver #cover #cemetery kids don't die #oni press

[smashpages]

Out this week: Cemetery Kids Don’t Die #1 (Oni Press, $4.99): 

Zac Thompson and Daniel Irizarri present a new miniseries about four kids who play the hottest new game out there, Dreamwave — a game you play in your dreams. When one of their squad gets stuck in the Dreamwave, it’s up to them to save him from the King of Sleep, the baddest villain in the cemetery.

See what else is arriving at your local comic shop this week!

#comics #comic books #new comic book day #can't wait for comics #ncbd #new comics day #new comics #new comics wednesday #oni press #cemetery kids don't die #zac thompson #daniel irizarri #brittany peer

[hellenhighwater]

Wait is that actually your ex-boyfriend's hand? What happened to him?

He works with real live dinosaurs so....

Nah, he and are are super good friends--we were before we dated, and remained so after, because the breakup was extremely amicable, and he's one of those people who's a terribly good gift-giver. Most years we still exchange gifts sometime between our respective birthdays and christmas, and he sent me that hand (it's a replica) as a gift one year. I made him the archaeopteryx fossil bowl this year.

Just because this is the OG bone-stealing witch website, I will clearly state that the only real human bones I possess are my own. My animal bones are all either scavenged myself or gifted to me by the people that scavenged them. (I have a sort of energy that consistently makes people go "I saw this dead thing and thought of you!")

I don't have a problem with owning human remains that are ethically sourced, but the reality is that unless you can very precisely trace the origin of human remains to the specific person who clearly and unequivocally stated in life that they're cool with someone keeping and displaying their now-unused crunchy bits, it's...probably not ethical. So if someone has some of their own bones that they're done using that they want to send my way: cool, let's talk, ideally before it's necessary to have the conversation by seance. Otherwise, I will continue to be perfectly happy with my replica remains.

I'd like to will my crunchy bits to someone who will make dramatic monologues to my noggin, but hopefully that's not an issue I'll need to deal with for a while yet.

#is the gift giving secretly a competition? maybe but in a fun way! both of my college ex boyfriends and I are still close #in fact we're all going on a big college buddies camping trip this summer #my third college ex boyfriend no longer exists #because she came out as trans #good for her! #we are also still on friendly terms but we don't keep in touch as much #anyways truly genuinely i dont care what's done with my body after i die but I DO want my estate used #to put up a really dramatic ominous angel in a cemetery somewhere #so that future melodramatic counterculture kids have a place to take terrible futuremyspace selfies #it is the gift i wish to give to future generations #nobodys making morbid statuary for the graveyards anymore

[lover-of-mine]

Okay, I said I was gonna make a post about the way I believe Ryan is playing Eddie as in love with Buck because of the way he makes certain choices about Eddie regarding Buck that are similar to the ones he made about Eddie regarding Shannon, and this is it.

The whole thing started with the way Eddie looks away from things that make him experience intense feelings, but mostly when he doesn't like what he's feeling in a sense. He looks away from Shannon all of the time, when they're fighting, before she goes to the school, and in the firehouse, when she says she wants a divorce.

He's avoiding his parents eyes when they are trying to take Christopher, he looks away from Frank all the time.

He can't look Buck in the eye when Buck is trying to tell him that Chris got lost in the tsunami, he looks away from Ana because he knows he's hurting her (he does force himself to watch Shannon as she dies but I feel like that's a lot more about his loyalty/instinct to protect because that moment is fully about her because she's dying).

That's a consistent trait Ryan gave Eddie, he looks away, I think it even makes sense with the way Eddie runs away from stuff. And that makes moments when he's avoiding eye contact with Buck that much more interesting.

Because take 3a for example, buddie has quite a few emotional conversations, but during those, Eddie is mostly always staring Buck down or actively trying to force Buck to look at him (except when it comes to the fight club but the fight club is a lot more about shame in my opinion).

But when you look at the will reveal for instance, Eddie is consistently forcing himself to look back at Buck. His instinct seems to be to keep looking forward, and he needs to remember to look at Buck from time to time. (I'm not gonna put the whole scene here, but go rewatch and pay attention to where Eddie is looking)

And sure, the way Eddie simply refuses to look at anything relating to Buck's death can be seen as just "my best friend died" because any reasonable person would have an extreme reaction to watching their best friend die.

But, I don't see how that applies in the cemetery. Because Buck says "she sees me" and Eddie gives him that disbelief look and then just, stops looking. Honestly, there's no reason for that conversation not to involve them looking at each other, the point that's made that they are looking straight ahead is very interesting on its own but, like, when you add the fact that Eddie looks away from shit he doesn't want to feel/wants to run away from, that conversation has a whole other fun layer.

Even more with the way that Buck is lowkey looking like a kid tugging on your sleeve to get your attention and Eddie just refuses to look at him.

But my point really comes to the fact that these are all the same reaction.

And how do you explain the decision to make Eddie react the same way he does when Shannon is asking him to make a decision about them and then when she makes the decision herself by asking for a divorce when he thinks Buck has made a decision about them so he needs to back off?

That's his breakup face, plain and simple.

And it's not a reaction Eddie has to Shannon once, is something that is consistent with the way we see Eddie reacting to Shannon, and I personally think its a lot of the way it makes us never feel sure about the relationship, because Eddie is consistently presented to us when it comes to this as "I love her but I'm not sure about having her around". And these are his reactions to moments where Shannon makes him question where they stand. Moments where he's questioning if he actually understands where their relationship is.

You can't have Eddie question the nature of his relationship with Buck just because Buck has a crush and tell me that Eddie is experiencing purely platonic feelings.

And these are acting choices, and Ryan is very consistent about the way Eddie reacts to stuff, so the fact that he is wearing his "Shannon is making me feel thing" face says something.

I also said earlier today that Eddie is aware of his feelings because he stops saying emotional things while looking at Buck. Like, after the tsunami he is literally chasing Buck's gaze to force him to look at him, he doesn't look away from him at the grocery store or when they make up after the lawsuit or even after Buck fights with his parents, but starting with the will reveal, he looks away when saying things, and it makes me wonder if there's a level of that that is about making sure Buck can't read his reaction to what he's saying, because he doesn't want Buck to look too closely.

Anyway, that's all for today, as always, if you read this I love you <3

#911 #911 meta #buddie meta #eddie diaz #buddie thoughts #im gonna go to bed now #i dont feel nearly as crazy about this one as i do other metas #is too many instances to be a coincidence yk? #ryan is on our side #and he put in enough work that the second they decide to make buddie canon that can just push Eddie into doing something #and make it make sense #anyway #Ryan is playing Eddie as in love with Buck and I will take no criticism

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM VARIOUS HORROR/SLASHER FILMS *  assorted dialogue from scary movies i will never watch tbh :)

did you really call the police?

there is no death.

i told the others. they didn't believe me. you're all doomed.

i just can't take no pleasure in killing.

i don't really believe in motives.

there's just some things you gotta do. don't mean you have to like it.

if i concentrate hard enough, i can move things.

you must renounce this power. you must give it up.

there is something horrible happening in my house.

do you remember the thing you said on our wedding night?

you're going to die up there.

i've been afraid of storms ever since i was a little kid.

they're opening that place again?

at least i'm not afraid of ghosts.

my bed was shaking. i can't get to sleep.

you listen to me, you little bitch.

you sick fucks. you've seen one too many movies.

come on! it's gonna be a fun trip!

oh, that gun's no good.

you're such a sucker for it.

i've never sensed anything like it.

they die better that way.

you still haven't told me your name.

i was the killer!

somebody's there!

what are you doing out in this mess?

that's the last goddamn hitchhiker i ever pick up.

if i have any more fun today, i don't think i'm gonna be able to take it!

i don't think any of you have any idea of just how nasty what you did really was.

the devil exists. god exists. and for us, as people, our very destiny hinges upon which one we elect to follow.

you're doomed! you're all doomed!

what's your favorite scary movie?

shut your mouth!

hold me. please hold me.

you damn fool! you ruined the door!

i was at the slaughterhouse.

a second body was found in a ditch near the perimeter of the cemetery.

there's no need to do that.

what's that stench?

you're not even going to reprimand them? no punishment?

please help me!

you can't just let them kill me!

you never paid any attention!

i'll do anything!

sin never dies.

oh, that's blood all right.

you have a lot of spirits in here, but there is one i'm most worried about because it is so hateful.

are you alone in the house?

what an excellent day for an exorcism.

it knows what scares you. it has from the very beginning. don't give it any help, it knows too much already.

the power of christ compels you.

there's someone in this fucking room!

next time i catch anybody over there, i'm gonna have to run them in.

they're all gonna laugh at you!

we keep everything locked in here. feel free to look around.

hear that?

i'm the devil. now kindly undo these straps.

is there someone inside you?

don't go anywhere.

talk louder, i can't hear you!

you already cut me too deep! i think i'm dying here!

you fuckin' hit me with the phone, dick!

oh my god, i thought you were dead.

we all go a little mad sometimes.

this is the moment where the supposedly dead killer comes back to life for one last scare.

don't call me that!

you wanna get us killed!

come on, there's something you're not telling me.

you'll never come back again.

wanna see my trick shot? it's even better.

his body was never recovered from the lake after he drowned.

help me tie this around my waist.

you've never done this before.

when you hear it, you're gonna think we're insane.

it did that to your face?

everything you see in here is either haunted, cursed, or has been used in some kind of ritualistic practice.

watch it, you stupid shit.

#rp meme #rp starters #rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay inbox prompts #roleplay memes #roleplay prompt #roleplay meme #writing prompt #askbox meme #ask memes #rp asks #ask meme #inbox meme #inbox prompts #inbox prompt #rp inbox meme #sentence starter #sentence starters #sentence starter prompt #mcflymemes #horror prompts #horror memes #slasher memes #slasher prompts

[dio-03]

NEW SERIES ANNOUNCEMENT:

ONI PRESS just revealed their line-up of books to kick-off 2024 including CEMETERY KIDS DON'T DIE written by Zac Thompson and drawn by yours truly! I've been dying to show you all this cover art!

-Daniel

#comics #oni press #CKDD #new comics

[atiyasnake]

Danny phantom dc crossover idea:

Clone at the grave

Idk how but Danny ends up in gotham. Except da boi is a lil messed up. Aspects of his ghost form are peeking through in his human forms.

This inculdes

Green eyes (lowkey glow sometimes)

Some white hair

Some scars he got in Ghost form.

He also has a vivisection scar (could be part of reason he is there). There are also other various scars some that used to only show on his ghost form but are now on his human form, it's overall concerning.

The thing is Danny is also a bit bloody (red blood) and looking like he was in a fight. So he looks for a safe place and what better than to follow some kind ghosts from Gotham's cemetery. He's the King and Gotham (I love sentient ghost/spirit gotham) for some odd reason is like 'I like this kid/king so no spooky shit to hurt him' also in the cemetery I think there is just etiquette for the ghosts to not hurt each other and be respectful seeing as that is their final resting place. Anyways he's led to a grave and to just sit and chill and try to heal or overall not fully die.

Unbeknownst to him, he is sitting on the grave of formally dead Jason Todd. A grave that the bats have some surveillance on cause ya know of course they would have surveillance on an empty grave. So when poor old Danny is chilling there, the bats are made aware. When they look what they see is what honestly looks similar to a dead Jason Todd, albiet a bit smaller and white hair tuft not the exact same. And considering that Jason is very much (sorta) alive and not at the cemetery, they come to the conclusion that 'hey is that a clone?' Which is a very concerning question.

Cue bats taking a trip and coming close to the 'body' cause really it seemed like a dead body. But then Danny moves, opens his eyes and Boom ya got green, eerily close to Lazarus green which only increases their belief that this dude may possibly be some sort of clone.

So we got confused, suspicious, (concerned) bats. And meanwhile Danny is just ??? With seeing these dudes sorta surrounding him in a cemetery where he is still injured.

Now what happens next could go various ways.

They could go on the agressive detain and ask questions later.

There could be a fight.

Danny may use his spooky abilties to disappear.

Danny may simply fall unconscious and leave the bats to deal with him.

Danny could confuse them with sassiness,

OR he could be like 'ayo help would be appreciated'

OR he could be like 'can't a guy chill in a cemetery by himself'.

Overall the possibility of him leaving with the bats or going off by himself is up in the air and really depends on what type of vibes you want in this story.

Some fun things that could be included...

Bats insistent that Danny is a clone while Danny is like 'No'

OR Danny legit going like 'wait really a clone? Tell me more'

Maybe Jason and Danny meet on the street and are just like that Spiderman meme.

OR they meet and are like hey 'dead buddies' type deal

OR they meet and Jason is suspicious and shit

Batfamily members asking why there are two Jasons, wondering why one is smaller and how his hair changes.

Danny hiding from the bats causing confusion and chaos along the way

Hello batfamily adoption, Bruce reputation preceeds him.

Some 👀 when they see the vivisection/autopsy scar (maybe they don't even know its actually a vivisection until later)

Danny's spookiness peaking out more and more

Maybe at some point or something one of the magic users like Zatanna or Constantine encounter Danny and they are def unsettled. Maybe they can't tell he's the ghost king or a halfa but they know something is wrong. Maybe they knew Jason was a bit wonky in the death sense but they are like "this 'clone' is on a whole other level of fucked". This of course makes the bats wanna investigate more about the 'creation' of cloneDanny, wondering what is his purpose and how he came to be Danny and in gotham and why.

Ya know I like to think that Danny never actually tells them he's a halfa. Cause, ya know secrets and also who is he to crush their clone theory dreams.

The thing is, is that they def think Danny is a really spooky and unsettling 'clone'. Seemingly more dead than alive than Jason is. They never have moments where they think Jason is not actually breathing. His eyes seem more glowy green than Jason's and his tuft of hair seems to glow occasionally but so quick that you think it's a trick of the light. He seems so quiet and his 'presence' isn't that of a normal human. Sometimes they forget Danny is close by.

It makes them think of how Jason could have come back.

One thing I think would be present is that Danny is having issues with changing forms which was why they were sorta mixing. So when he finally is able to fully separate and they see his blue eyes, and fully black hair and they turn to Damian and are like 'ya know you two actually look pretty simi-'

So yeah this is an idea I've been in the process of figuring out. Lots of possibilities though, but if anyone also wants to have some fun with this, please do!! Never can have too many cakes after all.

#danny phantom #dc x dp #ghost king danny #dp x dc #clone at the grave au #could be crack or angst or family friendly or chillin #so many ways it could go #i want jason and danny just bonding causing chaos #also spooky danny #like scary danny too #the bats possibly worried that Jason will become more spooky too #fic ideas #fic idea #is this in the same universe if amity park #different dimension #who knows!! #hurt danny though #boi is not having the best time befire arriving in gotham #take that as you will #which means some angst cause ya know gotta have it #my writing #Atiya writes

[delulupost]

Thantophobia

(n.) the phobia of losing someone you love

Ghost x Civilian Reader

Warning: Angst, Hurt, Death

Thantophobia, the phobia of losing someone you love. Everyone are gonna die someday including you, and you need to accept that fact. Your heart feels empty when someone you love died, leaving you alone in this world. We come to life alone, and we will leave this life alone too.

You and Ghost live happily together, in a small but comfortable house. You both have two pet cats. You both grow vegetables at your backyard and plant some flowers at your frontyard.

Both of you met at cafe, as you accidentally bump into him as you walked towards the exit. Oh, how classic. Start from there, both of you start hanging out together at the cafe. At first, you scared at him because of the mask, but as you slowly knows him, he's actually a nice guy.

Both of you then falls inlove and get married. It just a small marriage. He invited the task force, while you invited your friends and your mom. You only have your mom as your family member. From there, everything runs smoothly. You and him love each other and live together.

But there's one thing that you don't like about him. He's always leave you alone in the morning if he goes on a mission. Last night, he's there beside you but the next morning, he's gone. You don't actually care about that at all. But the only thing you afraid is that what if he doesn't come back.

You think about that every night, sometimes cries yourself to sleep when you think about that. You too afraid to lose him, because you love him so much it hurts your heart so bad. Sometimes when you know he'll leave, you cling to him, refuse to let him go because of your phobia. But you eventually let him go, because you know that it's his job.

Death will come to you and him someday, and you know it. But you don't know which one of you will leave first. One day, there's a knock on the door. You immediately rush to the front door and open it. Your lose your smile when you see that the person who stand infront of you is not Ghost, but instead it's Soap and Price. When you see them, you know that who will go first between the two of you. You drop to your knees but luckily Soap catches and hugs you. He knows that you love Ghost so much.

That day, your worse phobia came true. When you arrived at the hospital, and you see a dead body covered by just a layer of cloth. You pull the cloth and you immediately start crying because it's him, Ghost, infront of you right now. He looks like he's actually sleeping and not dead. You hug his dead body tightly as you cry. Your heart aches so bad you feel you just want to rip it out from your body.

The night after his funeral, you feel so empty because he's not besides you anymore. You hold his dogtag close to your heart as you cry harder and harder. You smell your shared pillow with him, and his smell is still there in the pillow. You continue to cry because you feel that he's still there but he's not. His smell, his things, his dogtag, his masks, it still there. You can't accept the fact that he's gone forever, leaving you alone.

2 Years Later...

You stand at his grave while you hold a child's hand. You just adopt that kid 8 months ago, and his name is Joseph. That is the name that both of you planned to give to your kids when you adopt one. You fulfill his wish, naming the kid after his nephew. Unfortunately, he doesn't live long enough to see that. You put the fresh roses at his grave. You wipe your tears that run to your cheeks, and walk away from the cemetery. You walk with Joseph, still holding his hand while you feel the cold steel dogtag at your chest. You finally accepting the truth that he's gone now. But you always feel an empty space in your heart that no one can fill it.

#call of duty #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #x reader #ghost x you #x you #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost cod #cod ghost #cod angst #cod modern warfare #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john soap mactavish #captain john price #ghost x gn reader #simon ghost riley x gn reader #simon riley x gn reader #x gn reader

[stevesbipanic]

Steve hadn't even remembered the letter.

After everything had happened, after Steve had to leave Eddie's body, had to sit at the bedside of a girl that might not wake up, had to bury an empty box and hold his kids as they were told they were losing Max all over again, the letter was furthest from his mind.

Max's body was too damaged, her mind too post despite El's best efforts. The weight of responsibility and the energy it took every time El tried to bring Max back was killing El too. After the fifth time Max had coded, Hopper had to tell her to not being her back again if it happened.

Three months after they buried Eddie, they buried Max too. The ghost of her was felt in everything they did. When Suzie visited Hawkins for the first time, Max was missed in the party's introductions. When Lucas became captain of the basketball team in junior year, Max was missed in their group hug. When they party graduated, Max was missed in the chair left empty between Darcy Lunce and Paul Meston.

As the kids left one by one to college, following the footsteps of Nancy and Robin years before, Max was missing from their goodbyes.

Steve hadn't been able to leave until he knew the kids were safe and grownup and out of Hawkins. He'd thought about leaving with Robin when she first left, he'd had a panic attack when he started packing. Now the kids were gone he could leave too, the protector could finally rest.

He was moving to Chicago, Nancy and Robin already had his room ready for him. They had understood why he'd had to stay. Most of his items were packed up and loaded into a moving van that the girls had driven back to their apartment. All the was left was Steve's car. He was selling it, he didn't need it in the city and some extra cash would tie him over while he looked for a new job.

He was cleaning it out ready for the buyer when he found it. Dropped between his chair and the gearbox. Perfectly preserved from the day Max handed it to him. At the time he refused to believe he'd ever need to read it, refused to believe he'd lose one of the kids before dying himself first. Yet here he was, alive, and the author of the note was gone.

He tucked the letter into his jacket and finished with the car. Once it had been picked up he still had an hour before the taxi came to take him to the airport. He made his way to the cemetery, it was only fair he say a proper goodbye to her before leaving her to watch over their town. When he arrived at the plot he took a moment to admire the bright flowers the kids had planted years ago, the beautiful mural Will had painted on the back of the headstone.

Here lies Maxine "Mad Max" Mayfield

1972-1986

He took a deep breath and sat down facing her grave, eerily mirroring the girl years before. He took out the letter, carefully opening it and began to read.

Dear Steve,

First off yes of course I'm going to write you a letter, I don't want to hear any self deprecating nonsense when I hand this to you, you're my brother as much as Dustin is and as much as Billy was. People care about you and love you and shut up yes they do.

Second of all if I somehow don't die you better have burned this I don't want you having anything soft and gooey to hold over me if I'm still kicking. If I find out you've still got this I get to drive your car ok?

I should really get to the point of this letter, I'm writing yours while putting off Lucas', I don't know what I'm going to say to him yet, I wish I could ask you to help me but I need to write these myself, he deserves that and so do you. These might be my last words to you and I need you to know a few things and you've got to believe them because if you're reading them it means I'm gone and you have to honour the dead asshole.

It's not your fault.

Listen to me Steve, if this is the last thing I do, if tomorrow everything goes wrong and I can't be berating you for getting hit in the head and you're crying somewhere alone I need you to know it's not your fault.

If I'm dead, if any of us are dead, it's not your fault. We're old enough to make our own choices. If I'm lucky in a couple years I'll be the age you fought a demogorgan for the first time. If I'm dead it's because whatever is down there took me but that's not on you. If I've made myself bait, or run off or done something stupid or brave or sacrificial or we just got unlucky, it's not your fault Steve.

It's not your fault.

If I hear you thinking it's your fault I'm coming back to haunt you.

Love, Max (your favourite)

Steve has to catch a later flight, he doesn't cry until later. Max's words rattle through his brain, years of guilt that he had pushed down slowly bubbled to the surface until he was in Chicago and could sob in his best friend's arms. Whenever he needed to he would reread Max's letter just to remind himself.

It's not your fault.

#whoops sad again #angst #stranger things #steve harrington #max mayfield #major character death #ficlet #st4 #stranger things s4 #stranger things season 4 #mad max #sad #im still on the angst train

[dustinweaver]

Just got these comps of some comics I did variant covers for. I get such a thrill seeing my art in print!

Great looking comics all round.

#dustin weaver #cover #oni press #faceless and the family #cemetery kids don't die

[ladyamanda123]

loml is the REAL track 5

Who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames

If we know the steps anyway?

We embroidered the memories of the time I was away

Stitching, "We were just kids, babe"

I said, "I don't mind, it takes time"

I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed

I felt aglow like this

Never before and never since

If you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary

You and I go from one kiss to getting married

Still alive, killing time at the cemetery

Never quite buried

In your suit and tie, in the nick of time

You lowdown boy, you standup guy, you

Holy Ghost, you told me I'm

The love of your life

You said I'm the love of your life

About a million times

Who's gonna tell me the truth, when you blew in with the winds of fate

And told me I reformed you?

When your Impressionist paintings of Heaven turned out to be fakes

Well, you took me to hell too

And all at once, the ink bleeds

A conman sells a fool a get-love-quick scheme

But I felt a hole like this

Never before and ever since

If you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary

What we thought was for all time was momentary

Still alive, killing time at the cemetery

Never quite buried

You cinephile in black and white

All those plot twists and dynamite

Mr. Steal Your Girl, then make her cry

You said I'm the love of your life

You shit-talked me under the table, talking rings and talking cradles

I wish I could un-recall how we almost had it all

Dancing phantoms on the terrace, are they second-hand embarrassed

That I can't get out of bed 'cause something counterfeit's dead?

It was legendary

It was momentary

It was unnecessary, should've let it stay buried

Oh, what a valiant roar

What a bland goodbye

The coward claimed he was a lion

I'm combing through the braids of lies

"I'll never leave"

"Never mind"

Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire

Your arson's match, your somber eyes

And I'll still see it until I die

You're the loss of my life

#taylor swift #kaylor #karlie kloss #gaylor #the tortured poets department #loml #Youtube

[smashpages]

Cemetery Kids Don't Die by Zac Thompson and Daniel Irizarri, coming from Oni Press in February 2024. Read more

#cemetery kids don't die #daniel irizarri #comics #comic books #oni press #oni 2024 #zac thompson #comic covers

[olderthannetfic]

audience question: what books/movies would you give (or have given) your kids to become their formative media? i'm interested to see what makes the cut 👀

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I'd let them have access to my library. If it's a book, I'll let them figure out when they're ready to handle it.

(Works fine as long as you're a decent parent and answer questions that come up without being a weirdo about it and freaking them out so they never ask you anything again.)

For films and other things... hmm... it's tricky because all of the formative tings for me were the genre I'd call Weird Art Films About Weird Sex.

If my kid were shaping up to be that kind of weirdo at 14, maybe I'd leave some of these around, but I think it would be pretty intrusive to thrust them upon anybody outside of a film school seminar. Maybe Harold & Maude. My parents rented that when I was a tween. It made An Impression. It's rare for me to see something even two or three times, but Harold and Maude I've seen dozens.

I still think the opening to Harold and Maude is one of the best of any film:

You immediately know what kind of people both of these characters are and that this isn't going to be a simple comedy, dark or otherwise.

The first time I watched it, I knew nothing about the film and was surprised at both this and all of Harold's other antics. It's hilarious until it isn't. It's a movie about zest for life vs. wanting to die, and it walks an interesting line tonally. I remember rewatching it to show it to friends in college... and for the first time understanding that look Harold gets when he sees Maude's arm.

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There was definitely media I loved pre-puberty, but the things I remember are all like Nancy Drew.

I consumed vast quantities of mystery, and it's probably why I'm a mystery novelist today, but I don't remember anything specific that feels formative in other ways. I wouldn't try to stop a kid from reading trash. I remember how infuriating it was to have adults constantly trying to make me read something "better" than Nancy Drew. But I wouldn't specifically hand my kid those or any of the other formulaic junk series (Sweet Valley High et al.). They'll find whichever ones are popular at the time just fine.

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There's a very particular feeling of my brain lighting up that I remember mostly from my teen years. Those media made me quiver and have to pause the movie. I felt seen or maybe I felt too much to handle. That's the feeling I associate with formative media for me.

Here are the ones that instantly spring to mind even after all this time:

Velvet Goldmine - Music fan investigates the glam rockers of his youth, meditating on his sexual awakening and trying to solve the mystery of where one of them went. Ewan McGregor's tweet is the sequel. I will accept no other outcome.

Crash - James Spader at the peak of his beauty falls into the world of car crash fetishists who are dealing with the ennui of modern life and the alienation of the big city and technology by becoming perverts. Contains people going down on scars and tattoos, fetishy leg braces, and what teen me assumed was homoerotic subtext. (Spoiler: it was not subtext.)

Matador - A serial killer murders her victims like a bullfighter would; she stalks her favorite retired bullfighter who is also a serial killer. Antonio Banderas plays a dweeb like always in Spain. (The rest of Almodóvar's 80s and 90s movies were also favorites.)

Kissed - The fluffy necrophilia movie

The City of Lost Children - Less horny, but what is up with Miette and One's vibe? Visually a feast. Ten times the movie Amélie is. Sorry, not sorry.

Cemetery Man - Rupert Everett kills zombies in this bizarre Italian horror movie based on a comic book character drawn to look like Rupert Everett. My stepfather thought it looked like something I'd like and rented it for one of my birthday parties in high school. Around the time of the quasi necrophilia sex scene I realized 1. he'd chosen well and 2. he had clearly not read the back too carefully.

The Pillow Book - Japanese-Chinese novelist named after Sei Shonagon has a battle of literary wits with the publisher who blackmailed her father into sex with him. Involves a lot of calligraphy on naked men, including Ewan McGregor.

Sex, Lies & Videotape - Unfulfilled housewife has her world turned upside down when her shitty husband's college best friend comes to visit. This dude has become unable to be with women after a bad breakup and interviews and videotapes women discussing their masturbation habits for his own private use. Contains a famous and stupid quote about men falling in love with the people they sleep with and women becoming more and more attracted to the people they love, but the movie is far less gender normative than the character saying that.

Tesis - Uptight film student who pretends not to like violence decides to do a thesis on violence in Spanish media. Her advisor dies while watching a mysterious tape he got from somewhere. She steals it, finds out it's a snuff film, and investigates with the help of a creepy horror film nerd.

The best scene is when they're watching some violent shit she asked him for ("for her thesis") and she says "What kind of people watch this stuff?"

He answers: "You, for example."

That one I discovered when my roommate in Japan was watching it a couple of years after college. Many of these I saw in high school. That's the range where I remember things being particularly formative. Or maybe it's about what I'm open to at different points in my life: I think weird art films can still make me feel too much, but I don't always like that feeling, and I don't seek them out as much now.

Knife+Heart made me flash back to that era though. It's a neon-drenched period piece about a lesbian director of artsy gay male pornos investigating a serial killer targeting her actors. The sheer levels of meta insanity and horny murder scenes, my god!!!

Running through all of these are themes of ambiguous sexuality, often queer but also non-genitally-focused, massive quantities of voyeurism, meditations on what it means to be a fan, and a boatload of death=sex=death vibes.

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That's not quite what you asked, but basically, my own formative media isn't something I'd share with just anyone. If people want to watch necrophilia-filled art films of the 90s, I think they need to choose that for themselves.

I guess all that access to Beatrix Potter and watching basically no TV other than Mystery! or Masterpiece Theater (i.e. UK costume dramas catering to a teaboo market and co-funded by the US) during my early childhood had an effect. So did going to schools where we studied Asian American history and read Dragonwings.

None of those media stand out. I'd share them with my kid, but one example is as good as another. Knives Out delivers substantially the same experience as most of them. Watching whatever anime is hot now will be as good as watching the anime I liked when I was young.

[lover-of-mine]

Okay, so, this will be a stream-of-consciousness type post, because I am this close to starting to print screenshots and do a full murder board trying to make this make sense to someone who is not in my brain, so I'm gonna type this out, and if you're seeing this that means it worked or I just typed for too long to not post lol.

Buck, Actually. Buck, Bothered, and Bewildered. I am not the only person that desperately wants a callback, and I know I'm not the only one thinking about what this might mean for buddie. Well, I've been saying for a while now that I would try to type out something about how buddie has been planned and the answers are in Buck, Actually, and that's what I'm gonna do now, I guess.

We know Buck gets a lot of his ideas of love from Buck, Actually. Seeing Maddie and Chim in the early stages, his own quest with love while moving on from Abby, notably Mitchell and Thomas and the "you don't find it, son, you make it." Buck's quest with love now is at a point where Buck wants to be seen "I feel like she sees me" but he is still at a point where he doesn't want to actually be seen, he wants someone to see what he wants to show, but that's not what actual love is. But still, we start out Buck, Actually with Buck literally in front of a huge sign that says "See Me" (also just to add into my madness about the blue and green in other elements of the scene, love the clear divide of Eddie against the sky and Buck against the sign, and yes I know they can't change the color of the sky or the sign but shh just go with it) with Eddie right above it. Interesting scene composition I think.

But talking about the actual couple here, we have Lola, who feels like her husband doesn't see her anymore after a situation where she feels like she lost herself, their kid went off to college, she has more time to herself, is struggling, and goes nuclear until Norman proves that he does in fact see her, just not in the way she was looking for, dude just wasn't aware there was a problem that needed to be addressed. I know I make everything about the cemetery scene lately, but come on. The whole thing with being seen, Buck not knowing who he is after dying, the expectation he is putting on himself about being the person he was before but he doesn't know who that is, like, come on, it's there.

Then the robbers and the two employees at the gas station, granted the robbers are a lot about Buck thinking about his own ways when it comes to sex and women considering he just had sex with Taylor in a bathroom, BUT here is when I start to go a little crazy. Because Ruth and Earl have that little moment of a relationship developing (hi blue scrunchie green cap 🫶), which we later see has developed, but Earl with his injured right shoulder is talking about how he's hurt but he was only thinking about her safety.

Does that sound familiar to anyone else? Just a thought. Yes, I know I'm crazy, it's fine, it will get worse.

Because another thing about the episode is the whole "till death do us part" thing, with the newlyweds who crashed their car, Mitchell and Thomas dying together, and maybe even Buck having to hold Lola back so she wouldn't fall. I'll come back to this in a second, but you gotta love a nice little crush injury involving a vehicle and a focus on handholding, huh?

But the thing is, Mitchell and Thomas make an impression on Buck, and Mr Self Destruct for Attention because that was the only way I was shown love as a child definitely takes the way they die together a bit too literally. Taylor being in this episode while being blatantly wrong for Buck makes an interesting point on that and the way bucktaylor evolves, because Buck gets the whole you make it, and decides he needs to kill himself to make it work, and it is what he ultimately does with Taylor, he thinks he loves her, he thinks she loves him, and he thinks that means if he doesn't give up he can move past his very obvious reservations about the relationship as a whole because "love is not supposed to be easy". But the whole thing is that Buck focuses on the wrong thing there because while Michell and Thomas died together, they had a whole life together, the point is not the death, it is the life. Yes, you need to fight to make it work, but the fight is not all you have.

Another thing about the episode is the concept of movement too, like, Lola's call on a freeway, both accidents involving a car crash of some sort, the robbery is a chase, even Buck and Taylor in the news van, Maddie talking about how slow being on the freeway is, and metaphorically too, with Madney starting to move towards something, Athena learning to deal with Michael's boyfriend. And Buck finally allowing himself to move on, and move on not going back to his old habits, sleeping with anyone for connection, but actually talking to his love interest for a change.

And we have relationships in all types of moments there, we have Buck and Taylor doomed to fail, we have Maddie and Chim in that nice early stage where you're falling in love with someone, you have Bobby and Athena and the whole when you know you know and the way Bobby proposes the next episode, we have the newlyweds, we have Ruth and Earl making the change in their relationship, we have Robber Guy and Baby Bear realizing that she's more in it than he is, we have Lola and Norman and the whole relationships take effort no matter how long you've been together, you have Mitchell and Thomas sharing a whole life.

There's also the whole layer of having the couple that shows Buck what he wants out of love be a gay couple, the way when Buck realizes Thomas is unresponsive he calls for Eddie first, because Chim and Hen are at the call, and they're not with Mitchell because Mitchell's body is there too, so like, the choice to make sure Eddie would be right next to Buck to comfort him is something.

Also, something else, the inmate who kidnaps them is also called Mitchell, and I cannot explain how I got here for the life of me. But Mitchell, Mitchell, Charlie, Charlie, Ambulance.

I don't know, something about the repetition of names, the ambulance as a key piece of the scene, the bonding, the comfort, the fear, the way Mitchell and Thomas died together, and Buck and Eddie could have died together in all of those situations. And the way Buck volunteers into the danger in all of those situations, he offers to help Eddie with the grenade, he goes to get Eddie without backup while actively being shot at, he runs toward the gunfire because he thinks Eddie is in danger, so like, it's a pattern of wanting to go together.

But also, the madney of it all, because while they are clearly moving towards something, they are not ready yet, but everything is acknowledged, which honestly is my main hope, because I don't think buddie is ready yet, but I would like some acknowledgment that where they're going, yk? And with the episode title possibly being a play with the song about being in love and not showing it, not knowing what to do with it, and the next episode being called "you don't know me" who could also be referencing a song about being in love with someone who doesn't know, we could be looking at real movement happening between the two of them yk?

I don't know if this makes a lot of sense, but if you read this I love you 🫶

#someone tell me if this makes any sense #i'm still not hitting all the points #but i seriously dont know how #my brain is not braining #but the clown shoes are ON #anyway #911 meta #kinda #911 #911 speculation #911 spoilers #buddie thoughts #i think?

[memestockpile]

mikey and nicky (1976) feel free to change as needed.

i'm in trouble.

schmuck, open the door.

don't want you to see me like this.

will you stop being a horse's ass!

don't shoot me, whatever you do.

you almost took my eye out.

hey, hey, come here, come here. it's me.

take it easy. you understand me?

i'm gonna die.

i am so scared.

stop working yourself up.

if i don't take care of myself and i sit still and i don't move, maybe they'll forget about me.

there's a contract out on me.

even if somebody wants to kill you, that doesn't mean you're gonna die.

take it, or i'll shove it down your throat.

you don't want to feel better.

there's a coffee shop around the corner.

i'll give you my watch. you can check me. i will only be gone ten minutes.

let go of my tie.

come near me, and i'll kill you.

a guy i know wanted to do me a favor.

you got any clothes here you want to take?

i don't feel good. i don't feel good at all.

there's no air in this room.

you wanna wake up the whole hotel?

i'm the only one that knows you're here.

what do you think, i'm fingering you?

i want it for luck.

put this on. i don't want you to catch cold.

tough night, isn't it?

may i have a kiss?

ain't that something.

wait a minute. let me finish my beer.

wanna go to a movie?

didn't i tell you to have something to eat?

i suggest you find somebody you can trust.

i'm trying to give you a break.

you got big hands.

i wanna visit my mother's grave.

you make it sound like we're cemetery freaks.

this is foolish.

you don't believe there's anything after you die. that doesn't scare you?

i leave that to the catholics.

you didn't make a mistake. it was a good thing to do.

do you know the difference between not believing in something and having a little respect for it?

now that i'm here, i don't know what to do.

it's very hard to talk to a dead person.

you're making me forget the kaddish.

are you gonna die some day?

i would have given you my life.

i think that's the reason we're such good friends.

yeah, you son of a bitch, i'm coming with you.

fuck 'em.

come and sit next to me.

i'd like to hear some music.

i'm not doing anything. i'm just sitting here.

i love you so much, it's unbelievable.

there's no one else here. just you and me.

don't cry, sweetie. please don't cry. i don't like to see you cry.

i like to know what's happening.

don't get fresh.

that's not very nice.

don't be mad at me.

i wouldn't do anything to hurt you on purpose.

you're my family. i love you.

there's really something wrong with you.

it's the only thing i have from my father.

i don't want you to be my friend just when there's nobody else around.

i call you, and you never call me back!

i was kidding. don't you ever kid?

i'd do anything for you. anything.

go find yourself another friend.

please don't walk out on me.

what am i supposed to do, carry you around with me in my pocket?

you're a piece of nothing.

guy beat the shit out of me.

i did some serious thinking about myself last night.

you really have changed. i wouldn't have recognized you.

i oughta smash your face right in.

would it make any difference what i said?

do what you want to and then get out of here.

we had a bad fight.

everything's gonna be okay.

i just came over here to say i'm sorry.

i know all the things that you say about me.

let me out of the car.

you can't stay out in front of my house.

you're getting on my nerves.

do i repeat myself when i talk?

from now on, when i do something, notice it.

this happened when i was a kid.

you're gonna make it up with me sometime. why not now?

did i wake you up, honey?

tell me what to say.

get me a doctor!

will you go to bed?

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[noroi1000]

Lost sparkle in the eyes

paring: slight yandere SatoSugu x reader

Warnings: slight yandere, broken heart, suicide, death, wounds and blood, heavy angst (happy ending? 👀)

@yukiji7w7

words: 8,5k

Summary: They saved you. They were like family to you. You fell in love with them. But you found out they are a couple. You wanted them to hate you. It might have been easier for you to stop loving them. You couldn't live if they hated you. You wanted to make them hate you and then you would kill yourself... Could such a plan ever work?

"Just let me end my suffering..."

You've been given two chances to be happy in life.

But you couldn't take full advantage of any of these opportunities.

It was taken from you in two of the cruelest ways that ever existed.

Death of loved ones when you couldn't do anything, and also afterward, heartbreak...

You were a little girl when your parents were brutally killed by a creature that walked around your house.

Your mother looked that way but tried to ignore it.

Your father didn't see anything.

And you watched the creature sometimes wander around your house. Sometimes it just got bigger and bigger.

Until finally, one day when you came home from school that was nearby, you couldn't see anything in the dark. Your house was dark and cold. A disgusting smell hung in the air.

There was no neighbor next to you.

So when you heard quiet, very irregular breathing, you went in there.

Just to see your mother staring at you with wide eyes full of blood before she lightly extended her hand to you and pointed her finger at the door.

What was that supposed to mean?

You were only a child, moreover, you had never been in such a situation before...

But you knew you were supposed to run when suddenly you couldn't see the face of the woman who gave birth to you nine years ago.

Drops hit the floor and when you looked up you saw something alive there on the ceiling.

It was so dark.

But you were glad your house was dark. That everything in the living room was black, and you didn't see the crimson covering every corner.

You didn't see your father's body lying dismembered in another part of the room. Then you knew what he started your mother's silent signal.

You were supposed to run.

Before the same thing happened to you.

You ran out of the house, avoiding the creature that did all this.

You missed your first chance at happiness then.

You wandered the sidewalks, not remembering any familiar address.

People ignored you.

No one cared about a stray and scared child like you.

All you know is that your mother suddenly disappeared.

You didn't see the blood, but you knew it was swallowed and killed.

You don't know what's up with your father. Perhaps he too suffered the same fate...

Maybe if you didn't see this creature it would be better?

Or maybe then you too would die the same way they did?

You were 9 years old. Your whole life was ahead of you. And no one has ever told you the truth about what it means to die for a human being. When your grandma died, your parents told you that she had left and couldn't come back. You couldn't see what she looked like. Because you were a little kid. You only saw other people in the cemetery bury the urn in your family grave. Will the same thing happen to your parents now? Will they go away and never come back?

Is it the same as when your beloved pet dies and then is no longer around?

Parents are not pets. This is an even greater attachment to man.

But it will feel similar.

It will be so empty and sad...

And probably no one will ever fill this void for you...

You've been walking the sidewalks all night.

You didn't know the phone numbers. You wanted to earn what was right, and you wanted to go to the police station. However, you haven't even seen where it is...

You didn't walk all over town with your parents, and you didn't even have a phone to call. Not to mention money at least for some food or to make a phone call.

You walked all night, enjoying the very warm night and the good weather.

You could sit on a park bench where you always sat with your parents.

The first time they brought you there, you knew your life was going to be happy.

And now...

How could you even think of such a thing?

About the happiness you could have right now...

  "Hello?" You heard the words in front of you.

You were sitting with your head resting on your backpack.

It was already morning. And you already know it. Because the sun's rays warmed your face.

Maybe someone found you?

Or maybe you have hallucinations?

There's one thing you'd like right now.

For someone to take you out of this park just like your parents did. And then you'd know you've been given another chance at happiness.

You opened your eyes to see the dark-haired man crouching in front of you, and the white-haired man standing behind him.

"Is everything OK?" he asked with a slight smile.

She looked at him with tired eyes and slightly parted lips. You didn't say anything. You couldn't.

"What's your name?"

You grabbed your backpack.

You couldn't trust strangers.

It's so early in the morning. The sun had just begun to rise.

"Is she mute?"

You looked at the white haired boy who said that.

They seemed different to you than people.

You felt something strange about them. As if their aura was different than humans.

Similar to your mother's aura, but much more powerful.

"Satoru, shut up." He whispered to the white-haired dark-haired man.

He just shrugged.

"Is there no one around here? Maybe her parents? I don't know if it's normal for a child to ask for directions in our situation. We need to hurry up."

"Satoru, I know. However, it is so early in the morning that you will hardly find anyone here. This is not Tokyo where there are so many people. It's a smaller town."

"Okay Suguru. I just don't understand why we had to leave so early.

"Will you tell us your name?" the man in the bun asked.

They didn't look much older than you...

Mom told you not to talk to strangers...

However, you have no one...

Perhaps with her departure, her rules disappeared as well?

"...(y/n)..." you said softly.

"Hi, (y/n), I'm Suguru and that one is Satoru. Say, are your parents here?" He said with a smile.

You nodded your head to the side.

Your eyes filled with tears just thinking about it.

"Are you lost?" He asked.

You did not answer.

Could you say you're lost?

You don't have a home. The rooms are dilapidated. There is no one there.

You have nothing to help you survive.

Your clothes are a little dirty, your knees are scuffed from falling down a few times.

Your eyes are red from crying. You're tired.

You only had lunch left over when you got home. You ate it last night.

Now... You had nothing but crayons and two books in your backpack, including pencils and other things.

"Your parents must be looking for you. Do you remember the way home?"

You nodded.

You remember, but you don't want to go back there. This is no longer your home.

"I'd like to ask you something else. We'll take you home, but do you know where Mr. (l/n)'s house is?"

"Do you really think we should ask her?" White Hair asked.

"I know where it is..." you murmured with a soft sob.

And then you slowly got up.

He shook your hand as you started to cry.

Well, you must have been terrified...

When he gave you a small smile, you took his hand with your smaller one.

Putting on your backpack, you reached for the other's hand.

You always went out with your parents like this. On one side your father, on the other your mother. And they took you by the hand.

You've never felt better in any other way. You're used to something like this. And that made you feel safe.

But when you noticed that White Hair had his hands in his pockets, you weren't even going to try to reach for it.

You grabbed the dark haired man's hand with both of your hands, small tears still in your eyes.

And then suddenly you heard a sigh.

And you felt another hand grab yours.

You felt that your life could still change, didn't you?

  You took them to (l/n)'s home.

To the house where you used to live.

They thanked you, and offered to go with you to your house.

The white-haired one was supposed to lead you, and the dark-haired one was supposed to enter the house.

As you held the white-haired boy's hand and watched the boy in the bun walk to the main door, you felt like you were about to cry again.

They were good to you.

They showed you that there may still be some light and happiness in your life.

That's why you don't want them going in there.

You don't want them there! You don't want them to go away like your parents too.

Because they made your eyes shine brighter.

So they too can make that sparkle in your eyes disappear as quickly as it appeared.

And you don't want your eyes to be as dull as they were yesterday...

As he waved to you, saying see you later, you pulled your hand out of Satoru's and ran over to Suguru, grabbing his wrist.

But what you said made them freeze.

"Don't go there..." You said in a shaky voice.

"Satoru will walk you home." He said placing his hand on your head. "We'll try to visit you when we're done, okay?"

"This is my home!" You said with tears on your cheeks.

They both widened their eyes.

Geto heard a soft "oh, shit" from his best friend.

They were sent here because last night they received a report of a grade 1 curse living in one of the houses, and the household is in mortal danger.

So you...

God... If you weren't home, what happened there? Even from here they could sense the energy of the curse.

"You can't come in here! I don't want you to go and disappear like my parents!" You screamed cuddling up to his side. "There's something... I don't want anything to happen to you like them! I do not want to be alone!"

Their hearts sank when they heard that. That was awful.

What's more, you've seen curses...

That must have been even more traumatic for you.

Besides, you knew your parents were dead...

"Satoru. Take care of her." The dark haired man said before getting down on one knee in front of you. "I'll be right back, okay?"

After all, it was probably impossible for them to just leave you with the police or relatives.

Seeing curse and death is the most horrible thing...

And you see curses, so it'll be a terrible blow to you the next time you see it.

Such terrible things happen to you.

No wonder they found you outside alone.

"N-No!" Before you could grab his pants, he walked away from you and flashed a small smile before walking inside your house.

You only felt that awful feeling when the door was opened. A terrible cold that already hurt you.

You hugged the other boy who had no idea what he could do to comfort you.

He didn't know about children.

"He'll be fine." He said calmly and hesitantly stroked your hair.

You vaguely remember that time in your childhood when you suddenly appeared in them at some school.

All you remember is that the principal of the school called a lot in your presence. One girl examined you and checked your condition. And the older man who was the principal acted therapeutically with his moving stuffed animals.

None of your uncles or aunts answered. It was as if no one was there, or they just didn't care.

Several policemen helped to determine where the immediate family was staying.

Your family wasn't large. Your mother was an only child, and so was your father.

And the closest family that spoke up lived in Europe.

It would be embarrassing to fly to Japan to take care of you, even though your mother's cousin had a large family she couldn't leave behind.

And also, she wasn't that close to you because you didn't know her at all.

And then she refused to take care of you.

And that meant for you that you would live in an orphanage until someone wanted to adopt you.

But your condition wasn't the best.

Every time you saw the slightest curse, you were scared and ran to one of the boys who almost saved you.

Orphanages have amulets against the curse. However, sometimes there are fly heads that fly around harmlessly.

But you... It was something else.

They didn't feel your energy, but it's like you have it.

You easily approached them from behind and they didn't sense anything from you.

You weren't strong at all. Your energy was low.

You lived in a room in this school.

A not-so-ideal new home for a baby, but there was nothing else you felt comfortable with.

They couldn't kick you out.

Until one of your relatives speaks up, someone who lives closer, you'll stay here.

What you didn't know was that because of this, you stayed there more than the next eight years...

And never again was there even a thought of hoping that someone might volunteer to take care of you.

After researching your ancestors, all they knew was that your mother attended a Jujutsu school, however, she was a low grade sorcerer. So she could easily quit.

The rest of your ancestors are people who didn't solve puzzles.

Although there have been some sorcerers in your family tree in the past, it wasn't enough to call your family a sorcerer family.

So maybe it's best for you to live here and learn what you can do with energy?

At least you'll learn to protect yourself from curses and never be afraid of it again.

With the uncertain approval of your superiors, it has been decided that they will make you a future Jujutsu sorcerer.

Someone learned from a young age will be stronger than someone who learned it in high school.

Therefore, the superiors agreed. Hoping for the next strong sorcerer in their ranks. To at least teach you exorcism with weapons.

They were like brothers to you. Like the best babysitters you've ever had.

They were your second chance at happiness in life.

They were like family to you, and you loved them.

You knew that since your birth family didn't want you, you could have found other loved ones.

At least they wanted you.

At least you cared about them.

You got closer every year.

You understood that they weren't old because when you were 15 they were 23. They still haven't changed at all.

And that was probably the moment you started seeing them as something more.

You haven't met people your age. You didn't know the ideal of family and love.

You just knew you wanted to be with them forever.

They were everything to you. Family, friends. Until they finally turned into your first love.

The first love that lasted a very long time.

A love that lasted even after your death.

When you were 17, in the second year of Jujutsu High School, you watched in awe as these two twenty-five-year-olds train or do something else.

You would never get to the level they have.

But you didn't mind.

It would be important for you that they are and will always be close to you.

"I want to tell them... But how am I supposed to tell them that I fell in love with them?” You muttered to yourself as you sat on the steps near the field where they were training.

They both waved at you and smiled.

You saw Satoru jumping on Suguru's back to make you look at them and smile.

They were close to each other.

You also wanted them to be even closer to you.

Maybe they won't reject you? They're 25, and you know they've had relationships before.

But you doubt they'll hurt you that much when they reject you

After all, they do everything for you.

They act so perfect for you. They are always with you. As if they were closer than family and friends.

You felt the love they radiated for you.

But you had some doubts...

You've lived in a dorm since you can remember. But you always came to their house on the weekends.

You don't see anything strange that they live together since they've been friends for almost 10 years.

Did you know that today they are going shopping in the city. Probably to the mall.

You planned to go there too, and confess your feelings to them on the right occasion, when they were happy.

However...

However, you couldn't...

Even when you wanted to approach them when they were sitting in the cafe on the other side.

You held your small cup of soda which you finished and threw it in the bin.

It was a bit corny, but you bought some cherry soft heart cookies. Decorated with cream and most importantly, with hearts.

You wanted to eat it with them.

They haven't seen you.

All the things you bought were in your bag.

And later...

As you were about to approach them, you saw that they were getting closer to each other.

They sat in the corner of the cafe where no one could see them.

You never expected to see two people you love kiss each other smiling.

The lips you wanted to kiss now connected.

But it wasn't your kiss.

Satoru was kissing Suguru.

They were smiling.

And that means... that you would never have a chance that they wouldn't reject you.

There was no way they could love you because they loved each other.

Your smile quickly faded into a sad grimace.

Your heart sank as you felt betrayed. The friendly warmth was replaced by a chill that took over your body.

And what you feared will happen again.

The old sparkle has gone from your eyes.

Your eyes have become dead. Without emotions.

The only emotion was tears that suddenly started to run down your cheeks.

Your second chance at happiness has begun to fade.

Like a candle flame that slowly goes out. However, your flame was slowly extinguished.

Until there is a very small flame left that seems to be about to go out.

You had a bit more luck.

Because they were still in your life.

But it couldn't be the same anymore...

you wanted to forget. You wanted to stop loving them...

You left as fast as you could and sat by the back door of the building.

you wanted to forget...

You didn't want to love them anymore...

You wish this never happened...

You wished you could replace those feelings with others.

"Excuse me... Are you okay?"

You looked up at the boy in front of you.

His expression seemed a little concerned.

Maybe you could replace your feelings for them with your feelings for someone else?

"I don't think we should have kissed in that coffee shop for so long."

"Sugu, I wanted to!"

"I don't deny it, but I had a feeling people were watching."

"Don't worry about that!" He said putting his hand on his shoulders. "By the way, (y/n) wanted to tell us something."

"Right. That's why we go to her. I'm curious what she meant. She seemed serious and a little tense." Geto said, letting Gojo do what he wanted. "Maybe she has a boyfriend?"

"No way! I will not allow it!"

"Satoru, I wouldn't want that either... But this..." he murmured more quietly.

Suddenly, the white-haired man's hands grabbed his cheeks.

"Suguru, she can't have a boyfriend! I wouldn't survive that!"

"I know..."

"She's like family to us. We love her as family... right?"

For a year they started telling each other that they love you but as a family.

They felt love for you. But they tried to think about it as much as possible.

That you love them like family and they love you. Even if their hearts might beat differently around you.

They didn't want something you wouldn't want either...

They had a complicated relationship...

They weren't boyfriends, but they were close.

They kissed, hugged. Sometimes they even fucked. They liked each other. Since Gojo at some point realized that Geto was his first true love.

And Geto accepted it.

They didn't mind because they had such a friendly relationship.

But they also did not reject the possible love for a woman.

You could easily tell they were Bisexual.

They paid no attention to it.

They had been together for several years. But at some point, you appeared in their hearts. In a romantic sense.

They both loved you.

But they rejected it because they didn't want to hurt you.

They preferred to tell themselves that this is love like family.

"I would like to tell her something more someday and not just be with her as someone for whom she is a family..." The dark-haired man said.

"Suguru..." pecked him on the mouth. "...Let's hear what she has to say. And then we'll plan what we can do. We can spend time with her today! We've got gifts!"

However, when they entered your room with a smile, you were not there.

It was hard for you. That's all. This whole situation. So suddenly to see it all.

You've already made some money as a sorcerer, and managed to stay one night in a hotel room.

Besides, the boy you met was very nice.

And you hoped he'd help you forget...

You didn't want to go back to your "home". You had to rethink everything.

You didn't come back until the next day. Going to your room after class.

But before you could get to the door, you felt a tug on your arm.

And you were arrested.

You looked at the two tall figures in front of you.

In the mirror this morning you saw that your eyes hadn't changed since yesterday.

Still as dead as then.

You looked at their faces as they looked furious. But you still can't forget the image of them that broke your heart...

"Where have you been? Do you realize what you've done?" Gojo asked you, holding your arm quite firmly.

"First you disappear without a word and don't come back at night, and now you just want to leave without any explanation? We were so worried about you!" Geto said louder.

You looked at them with your eyes.

Too blinded by anger to see the change in your eyes.

"You left us speechless! Do you think it's okay?!" White Hair yelled at you.

You put your head down.

"Why didn't you even you picked up the phone?!"

"My battery is dead..." you replied quietly, and took your phone out of your pocket, showing that it wouldn't turn on.

It didn't calm them down at all.

"Where have you been?!"

You looked at Suguru who stood next to you.

"Are you really that irresponsible after all these years here?! It's dangerous to suddenly disappear without a word! Do not you understand?!"

"I understand..."

You couldn't speak any louder because you felt like your voice was about to break.

"Will you explain anything to us?!"

"...I didn't want to go back to my room in the dark... I had a late train..."

"Where have you been?!"

"I wanted to do some shopping in one of the stores, and I missed the train that was going this way. I had to wait... and just spent the night in a hotel..."

"Why you-?!"

The dark haired man stopped his friend before they could continue screaming after seeing your body tremble slightly.

"(y/n)... I'm sorry... We got carried away..." He said as he hugged you.

"We were just so worried about you..." Geto added, hugging you from behind.

You want to forget about feelings for them...

You don't want to pretend that everything is fine...

You don't want to wear a fake smile...

You just want to forget you ever loved them...

Until you get rid of these feelings, your sparkle in your eyes will not return.

And when you look at them with dead eyes, they can understand that something is wrong...

You tried your best...

You've had several boyfriends.

You've tried everything.

Maybe something would make you forget your love for them?

You've been looking for this for three years...

Or maybe there is no way to stop loving them?

All you could do was stare blankly at your pictures and blur your face in each one.

Looking for an idea on how to forget in this way...

If they weren't so loving and kind... Maybe it would be easier then?

Maybe you can try to piss them off...

You want to end your suffering now...

Now...

Maybe it will pass through more suffering?

Maybe you can make you suffer even more, but then you'll forget? Maybe then the love for them will die down. will disappear...

You want them to hate you...

Then when they are mean to you, it will be easier for you to get rid of those feelings...

You won't be able to live knowing that they hate you...

But you prefer it...

No plan is perfect...

You just want your suffering to go away... That they will hate you will also be suffering.

But it will be easier for you to remember that they don't want to know you. That they don't need you in their lives. That you're just a hindrance.

That you are not family. So that they think that you will be unnecessary ballast. And for them to let go of their ties to you.

But when that happens, you won't want to live...

You don't want to anymore... If they hate you, you'll want to disappear right away... You'll want to do something that won't make you think what to do next.

You'll make them hate you, then you'll kill yourself...

This way will be the easiest for you.

For you all.

When they hate you, they won't mourn you...

They won't be sad when you die. They won't care. Because then you'll be the one who ruined their joy...

You looked at the photos you took of them secretly. Watching this, you became more and more convinced of your plan.

They don't need you.

They never loved you.

You would be an obstacle in their relationship...

They would never accept your feelings...

You will destroy their trust in you. You will kill their ties to you. You'll make them not want to know you. And then you'll disappear, taking all their hatred of you with them.

You're giving your second chance at happiness...

You let the flame and the candle disappear.

To make them think that taking you to safety, helping you and raising you was the biggest mistake they ever made...

You'd kill yourself now... But you don't want them to cry. Now you are still close to them...

When they hate you, they won't care about your future...

They won't be looking for you. They won't stop you.

You'll be able to commit suicide without feeling guilty about leaving them in despair.

Nobody will cry for you...

Because you gave your happiness to two people.

And your happiness existed as long as there was that sparkle in your eyes...

Now there's no way it can come back to your eyes.

All you could think about was what to do.

And you may have been preparing yourself for the cruel words of the people you love.

You could have prepared yourself for the hate raining down on you, and your imminent death.

You'll stab the men you love in the back, only to forget that your second chance at happiness is gone just like your first...

They can throw you out of your "house". They can trample your pride.

And you won't worry about it anymore.

Because you won't need this abbreviated life any longer.

You've already experienced the best of everything.

All the worst has begun, and soon you will end it.

All emotions, all memories will disappear.

You don't need a life.

Let them hate you so you can end your life without hesitation.

You put a smile on your face when I got presents from them.

You go to the party where Satoru was invited as the head of the Gojo clan.

You're going with him.

You got beautiful things that you liked.

It was nice.

But you have to give them those expensive things right after the party.

This will be your last party ever.

They will surely regret spending money on you after what you do to them...

That's why you prepared everything they ever bought you and put it in one box that was on your bed.

All the clothes, phones, money you got as pocket money. Jewelry. Every single thing that was bought with their money.

A lot has accumulated over the years.

And now everything was stacked in a box. Even in two.

You cleaned everything and washed your clothes.

Every single thing was taken care of.

For whatever you've ever destroyed, you've also put in the money you've earned. As compensation for that, it has been destroyed and they will no longer be able to use it.

They can sell jewelry. So does the phone. Clothes can be returned.

You won't need it any longer.

There will be no trace of you in their lives.

You pulled out the picture you had in the frame with them. You scissored you when you were among them in the picture. You threw the strip of paper with you in the trash can, and taped the two parts of the photo together, leaving it as a photo of both of them.

Without you.

Your room was clean. Empty cabinets.

All you had was the clothes you once bought yourself to change out of that dress and put it away.

You also put the same cookies you wanted to give them on the bed.

Cherry hearts...

They'll probably throw it away, but you could at least try.

They'll probably spit on your grave if they care what happened to you.

You won't give them back anything for how much time they spent with you, but you'll give them back that the person they hate won't show up again.

They will know that you no longer even breathe the same earthly air as they do.

They'll be on one side, you'll be on the second.

They will walk on the ground and you will lie underground.

You wrote a little note and stuck it on the cardboard.

And there you just wrote that these are all the things you ever got from them. And that you give it back to them.

You silently left the room, closing it.

You were hiding your expression.

You were an adult, but they wouldn't let you drink champagne or wine anyway.

They didn't want you to get drunk...

You wanted to somehow live through these last moments where you can even pretend to smile.

Your last hours of life will be the same as your life for these three years.

So full of fake happiness.

You didn't know that now was supposed to be the end of your suffering and the beginning of new happiness.

You've already decided what to do.

And you won't accept changes to your plan.

You'll just make them hate you and then you'll be dead.

What you didn't know was that they just realized they love you romantically.

You're going to regret that you did, but you plugged the flash drive with the recording you made into the projector that was on the table.

You then moved away from them.

Not wanting to see how they will feel when they see this...

The light went out, and you saw the projector turned on.

Then, with tears in your eyes, you left the room, barefoot running to the parking lot.

Ijichi drove you to school and then drove you back.

You said goodbye to him nice and long. It wasn't weird for you. He's always been nice to you, and you didn't want to leave him without saying goodbye.

You put your beautiful new shoes next to the bed and put the dress on and put it in the box just like everything else.

You cried knowing what your loved ones are going through now...

You couldn't look at their faces when they saw that.

You put on your clothes and left. Going to the place you wanted to be at this time today.

The two men's eyes widened as they saw a video that showed several photos of them kissing one after the other. Later as they walk holding hands and as they hug.

Pictures of them sleeping in bed together, hugging each other.

They heard whispers and laughter. People were pointing at them and looking at them.

They were furious and ashamed.

Nobody knew!

Who could do such a thing.

The man who was organizing the party turned off the projector, pulling out the flash drive.

They wanted out.

They weren't that embarrassed because no one would laugh at the strongest sorcerers.

But they wanted out.

For your own good.

But when they looked for you, they couldn't find you.

Gojo pulled out his phone while they were outside waiting for you to answer the phone.

As soon as your small voice appeared, he immediately began to speak.

"(y/n)? Where are you?"

"In the room..." You replied calmly.

You tried your best to reduce the noise of the wind around you.

"But-"

"I felt tired and asked Ijichi to drive me."

"You could have told us." he said as he indicated to a friend that they could go.

"You guys had fun..."

They started driving and the phone was placed on Satoru's lap as they both listened to what you were saying.

"It wasn't that much fun..." he muttered.

You didn't answer them because you know what happened.

"Our ridiculous photos suddenly appeared on the projector..." he said nervously. "I'm so angry...I would do anything, but we'd get into even more trouble..."

"I know what is going on..."

Gojo thought about what you said.

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Geto asked, looking at the street.

It was quiet for a moment.

But telling the whole truth was in your plan.

Even if it might hurt.

It's going to hurt like hell, but it'll be over in a while.

So you dared to speak.

"I did it, I took those photos secretly and planned this incident." You said calmly.

Their eyes will widen.

Geto somehow tried to stay calm, unlike Gojo who started screaming.

"What do you mean by that?!" he shouted. "Why would you do that?! Are you aware of your actions and the consequences that Geto and I will face?!"

The last sentence was broken as his eyes began to roll from his eyes.

He couldn't believe you could do something like that.

He didn't want to believe.

But you said it like it was the whole truth.

"Why?!" He screamed putting his hand over his eyes.

Geto was holding back tears with difficulty.

You wanted too. But you've been crying since you got to your room.

"Why did you do that? We trusted you! We thought you didn't know that about us! Just give us an answer!!!"

You heard Suguru's words harsh but just as sad pouring out of his mouth.

You sat quietly for a while until you were finally able to tell them something you've wanted for a long time.

But you knew it wasn't a wish that could be fulfilled.

"... I fell in love with you... But I knew it was impossible for you to ever love me if you loved each other... So I–"

"That's not something you do to the people you love!" Satoru moaned as he couldn't stop any tear that spilled out.

You wanted to finish your explanations.

You knew you were going to get a wave of contempt from them...

"I couldn't stop loving you even if I tried. I dated other guys to see if I could stop loving you. However, that did nothing... I still loved you. I couldn't hate you... So I thought I'd make you hate me, and maybe then I'd somehow stop feeling this about you... I always wanted love from you, but I didn't want to disturb you! I know I've always been a stumbling block for you! You never treated me differently, and yet I fell in love with you! Not family love! But it still doesn't make sense! I didn't want you to reject me! So I just threw myself away for you...!"

Your words touched their hearts painfully.

You calmed down a bit and started talking again.

"And you know what the worst thing about all of this is? It's that I could never hate you... You both saved me, and I'm forever grateful for that, but I'm tired of pretending.. I'm done with the lie. With a fake smile that I've had for three years... I just want to be with my dead parents and finally find peace... I've lost both chances of happiness... I want to sleep now... Without this pain... I'm sorry but it's goodbye... I'm glad I could say it to you for the last time... I'm not angry that you hate me... Goodbye forever..."

Your voice sounded so broken and quiet.

They were both about to say something when you hung up.

Leaving them with wide, tear-filled eyes.

What was that supposed to mean?

They couldn't think much about it. They just knew that if they didn't hurry, they'd never see you again.

You were not there...

You were nowhere...

The room was clean and tidy... It's as if you've never lived there.

Most of your things are gone, and what was from them was on the bed.

Geto looked sadly at the piece of paper.

And he felt a strong pull on his shoulder.

He looked at his weeping friend.

"We have to find her!" he shouted. "I don't want to lose her! Not like this! Just do not!"

Running into the forest, they began to search.

As well as a few others they might have found along the way.

Curses and sorcerers were looking for you.

Geto was practically ready to send half of his curse arsenal to give them one order. For them to find you.

They couldn't sense your energy.

There could be two reasons for this. That your energy isn't that much, and you're also able to hide it.

Or your energy is already disappearing with your life...

The dark-haired man suddenly stood still as the curse gave him an image of what it had seen.

His knees almost gave out under him.

They were late...

As they both appeared next to you, your body lay motionless on the ground.

They ran up to you, looking at the thirty-meter-high rise from which you probably jumped, landing against a vertical stone wall.

Gojo let out a weeping howl filled with pain as he grabbed your body and turned you onto your back. Feeling your body limp and soft.

Like your bones don't hold your body.

Your eyes with tears at the corners were slightly open. Blood was oozing from his mouth and nose.

As he placed your body in his lap, he felt and saw your blood running down his hands.

Your face suddenly turned red in some places, your neck was covered with drops of blood.

Your chest and sides were soft. He couldn't feel the bones. It was as if everything was shattered.

Your head covered in blood from the back.

Your legs are broken. Your hands.

Blood flowing from the wound on your face. Most likely you hit the branches of the tree before falling to the ground.

Which prevented your body from completely disfiguring. Totally breaking everything.

The white shirt was covered in your blood as Gojo hugged you, crying in pain of loss.

Something he had never wanted to see was now in front of his eyes.

Your still warm but immobile body...

You were so selfish doing it.

Have you thought about them at all?

How could you even think they would hate you?!

White Hair's body trembled as his hands tightened around you.

Geto stared petrified at the two people he had ever loved like this in his life.

Tears and blood.

Your dead eyes that look the way they did for three years...

When he came to his senses from freezing, he wiped his tears with his sleeve and ran to the other side, pulling Gojo's body away from you. And put his ear to your bloody chest.

Listening to see if your heart was still beating, he watched as Satoru wiped the blood from your face with his fingers before resting his forehead against yours.

There was nothing Geto could hear.

Nothing in you was moving.

He didn't hear your heartbeat. He didn't feel it.

He pulled away with clenched jaw and looked at Satoru's uncovered eyes.

Dilated pupils.

He was sure his own didn't look normal.

"Why... What... Why?!!" groaned Gojo. "She was supposed to be ours all the time... She was supposed to be just for us... We were supposed to be with her always! So why do we have to get this now?!"

Geto said nothing, but cursed in his mind.

"She was always meant to be ours... Only for us! It's our fault! My fault! How could I ever take my eyes off her... We should always be there for her! Maybe then... Sob... Maybe then it wouldn't have happened!"

"Can you teleport in this state...?" Geto asked, clenching his fingers on your limp hand. His own tears were slowly drying on his cheeks as he had a tiny hope.

"Suguru?" murmured the second, looking at the dark-haired man as he held you tighter in his arms.

"Go to Shoko as soon as possible...! I won't accept it until I hear from her that there's nothing I can do! Why couldn't I do anything?!"

"Suguru..." he said as he stood with you in his arms. "When we get her back, it will be different. I will do everything to get her back... I don't know if it will work, if not... Without her, I will fuck up this world. Apart from you, I have nothing here..."

"Take her to Shoko! I don't want her to disappear from our lives!"

The next time he looked ahead, Gojo was gone...

With tears in his eyes and on his cheeks he promised himself one thing...

"If we get her back, I will never let her leave the house again in my life... Never without us..."

When Suguru got there a few minutes later, he saw your body lying on the hard bed while Shoko runs around sticking needles into your skin and attaching anything necessary to see if there's still a chance.

They could say they feel the same pain as you do.

Seeing each of your wounds was as painful for them as it was for you.

The woman was running around looking at your wounds.

She doesn't know if resuscitation is worth it. If your spine is crushed, you don't stand a chance...

She put her hands under your body, tracing your back with her fingers.

If she wasn't mistaken, your spine was intact. She couldn't tell about the damage that might exist inside...

There was so little blood flowing from your open wounds... Your skin was so pale.

This is what the girl she used to play with when you were little and you came to visit them.

Now you were probably dead on her operating table.

"Shoko...?"

"...I don't know if that makes any sense..." She said softly and pushed her fingers lightly against your crushed ribs. "Her limbs are broken, she is not breathing, her heart is not beating... I don't know if her spine is damaged or not. The ribs are crushed, the pelvis fractured, as are the hipbone and collarbone. Internal organs damaged... One lobe of the skull broken..."

"But it can be cured!"

Gojo looked at her with dark eyes.

"You can... But would it make sense to treat a corpse?"

"As long as there's a chance... Do whatever it takes to bring her back to us! She must be with us!"

"Shut the fuck up..." She snarled and stared at the monitor with your pulse, her eyes wide.

It was always the same.

Almost a straight line.

Almost...

There were minimalist deviations from a straight line.

As the woman was reaching for things from the cupboards, they came closer to you to touch you. Just to see you.

"get the fuck out! Get out of here!" She screamed quickly and pulled you closer to the light of the large lamp.

The last chance to see your smile was getting smaller every second.

And they...

They wanted to say goodbye to you like they should before it happened. Or be on time.

Then they wouldn't lose you...

Black clothes were their everyday life.

Mourning color.

They hated life for the fact that even if they save millions of lives, they take away the one most important to them.

The first days were the hardest.

They couldn't smile at all.

Or maybe the black clothes were accidental? The random color of their outfit?

Their house was so dead. You always came to them.

And now you couldn't come.

Because you were here all the time.

It was a miracle that your heart was still beating, even so lightly.

Is it because they wanted you to be immune to everything when you're fighting curses?

Perhaps that was it.

The heart of someone who has committed suicide often beats a little longer, even after everyone thinks they have died.

A person can lose consciousness, lose his breath. But the heart can still work until all life processes are finished.

In your case it was.

Everything except your heart and brain has died.

Your heart beats, your lungs rise and fall.

Your bones are whole, and so is your spine. Everything is in place.

Thanks to this tiny chance of your life.

Reverse Cursed Technique will fix everything...

Apart from a broken heart and psyche.

She didn't have many people who committed suicide to save.

Were it not for the tree branches slowing you down a bit and you fell onto the grass, your spine wouldn't have been crushed.

If all goes well, you'll look at them again someday.

Right after you wake up from your coma.

You was in a hospital in Tokyo for a month. The best hospital for you. The best equipped room.

At least one of them was with you every day. Sometimes both of them would come and sit with you for a few hours.

It was terrifying for the nurses who passed by there. Seeing two men look at you with a smile while talking to you.

A lot of people talk to coma patients.

However, this was something else.

They told you they would never let you do something like that again. That you'll never be anywhere but them again.

That they'll never let you go again.

When your condition was stable enough, you were transferred to their home.

Where your dream continued until after almost another month.

They changed every day.

One day, Gojo was at home with you while Geto was working, and the next day, Geto was at home while Gojo was working.

Counting the days until you wake up.

And when it happened, Geto was at home.

As he saw your eyelids twitch, he called Gojo and they both looked at you, waiting for this moment.

And when your eyes opened, you weren't thrilled to be alive.

But it was different...

You saw their tears of happiness as they sat next to you.

And your oxygen mask was taken off when Satoru pinned your lips to his. To make space for Suguru later.

What was that supposed to mean?

They put a plastic mask over your face to make it easier for you to breathe.

"Welcome home, honey."

You looked at them. Your body is full of fatigue.

"Don't worry. We'll never let you do that again."

"You'll never leave again. It's safe for you here."

"Here you will receive our love."

"Because we love you."

"Do not get up. I'll carry you."  Your body was lifted, and the white-haired man carried you to the bathroom, placing you in a large bathtub, next to Suguru's chest.

Then he undressed himself and stepped into the water, positioning your legs above his.

You reached for the sponge with a weak hand, but they were faster.

Ieiri said that you will be in bed for a very long time.

And you'll never go back to strenuous physical exertion, or especially to being a sorcerer.

"We will never let you be alone. One of us will always be with you. Or both of us."

"...Why...?" You murmured softly with your head resting on Suguru's shoulder.

"Why?" the dark-haired man repeated before they giggled softly.

Satoru grabbed your chin and moved closer to you.

"Because we can't trust you after this, baby." He said with a smile.

You knew that what you did was in their trust. That you wanted to kill yourself.

They had nothing else against you.

But they kept telling you that they love you.

You started to believe it...

It was possible for your sparkle in your eyes to reappear.

It's like you've been given a third chance at happiness in life.

NO.

This wasn't another chance.

It was the one you had.

And they saved that chance for you.

You were supposed to be happy now...

They don't leave you one step.

They only let you get up and walk the moment they are next to you and you hold on to them.

You are so weak...

You're having a hard time.

Shoko said you'd be better than what you are now, but it'll never be perfect.

Even after being treated with a reverse cursed technique.

Your body was already dying, and here's a sign of it.

You will still need to be with them for your support.

And they won't let you do anything without them anymore.

Baths, meals, sleep.

It was too early for you to take you to the higher heights of a relationship. More than just hugging and kissing, it needed you to be a little stronger in the body than you are now.

They explained their relationship to you.

They love you the most, but for years they have liked each other.

You accept it.

Now you even enjoy when they kiss and then run to kiss you even longer.

Most of the time you woke up with them on either side of you. They held your hands and hugged you. They kept smiling at you.

And all this made your smile come back after almost 365 days.

And you looked at them with a twinkle in your eyes. With love.

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