#so close yet so far. iykyk!

[gaiuskamilah]

fucked up that gaius says "a paradise across the sea" and not "a kingdom by the sea"

#so close yet so far. iykyk!

[ellieswrldd]

*.✧ arabella ✧.*

pairing: brother's best friend! ellie williams x f!reader

summary: the last time ellie saw you, you were sweet and innocent. now, a year has passed and you've grown up.

content warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, a bit of angst, r has a tramp stamp (lower back tattoo) & is described to be a party girl, brief dry-humping/grinding, strap-on use (r!receiving), reverse cowgirl & doggystyle, praise & degradation, use of terms pretty girl & princess, ellie calls the strap her cock

a/n: very loosely inspired by that one ph video..iykyk! also, named after the am song bc i think it give the vibes i was going for teehee

The last time Ellie saw you, it was the summer before your freshman year of college. You were still rather innocent, not yet tainted by the bad behavior of others your age. You didn't party, kept away from alcohol and drugs, and preferred to spend your Friday nights reading in your room.

That was how she remembered you, her best friend's cute younger sister. She knew better than to get involved with you, honest to God, she did. The first day the two of you met, your brother had stated that if she were to get too close, she'd find herself with a black eye and a restraining order. But the last day before you left for college, Ellie found herself uneasy. She was nervous, nervous to be around you.

So when she found herself alone with you in your childhood bedroom, your brother stuffing your luggage into the car, Ellie felt herself losing her cool. It was an innocent kiss, sweet and meaningful. One that started when you began to pull away from her hug and looked at her with those beautiful doe-eyes. Her lips found yours with ease like she had been waiting for this moment. The sweet sigh that escaped you was what urged Ellie to pull away. She let her slim hands drop from your sides and turned away from you, awkwardly rubbing her neck. Ellie mumbled something along the lines of a 'sorry' and a 'goodbye' before going downstairs to talk to your brother. That was over a year ago when you were just nineteen. Now, you were back for the summer, excited to spend time with your brother after being swamped all year. You were different now, to say the least. Even though you were still funny and caring, you were far from the innocent girl Ellie once saw you as. You partied, you drank, and now you spent your Friday nights in the beds of hot girls who caught your eye. The morning after you arrived home, Ellie stumbled upon you in the kitchen. She was staying with your brother for the summer, and while she knew you would come home eventually, she didn't expect you to be so...changed.

You wore a fitted baby tee, cropped just above your navel, and a pair of snug, light-wash jean shorts that seemed to end right where your ass met your thighs. It was something Ellie would have never pictured you in.

You glanced at Ellie from where you stood in front of the fridge. "Oh, hey, Ellie," You greeted her softly, returning your focus to the contents of the refrigerator. "Y/n, I didn't know you were back." "Got in last night," You hummed, closing the fridge door with your hip. "Almost didn’t recognize you,” She chuckled awkwardly. “You seem..." "Sluttier?" You muttered. It wouldn't be your first, not even your third time hearing that one. It was a comment your old friends from high school loved to whisper to one another when encountering you on campus. "Older." Ellie rasped, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her sweatpants and briefly looking down at her feet. "Hm," You shrugged and bent down to rifle through a cabinet under the kitchen counter. Ellie's breath hitched slightly when she caught a glimpse of thick, dark lines imprinted on your lower back when you bent down.

A tattoo? She thought to herself as a bright pink blush painted her cheeks. The old you would never get a tattoo, you were always scared of how permanent tattoos were.

"I think I'm going to go for a morning swim in the lake, want to join?" Your eyes darted over to her green ones as you asked. "I'll have to pass, maybe some other time," Ellie said. You shrugged and brushed past her to slip out the back door. Watching you walk down the grassy path toward the lake, Ellie groaned softly and turned to go back upstairs.

You weren’t the sweet, pure girl she once thought you to be. You were a woman now. And Ellie was fucking screwed.

~~~~

You found yourself on the couch with your brother and Ellie later that week. The sun was long gone, and the only sounds you could hear were the crickets in the backyard and the audio from the movie playing on the tv.

Your brother sat between you and Ellie, chewing loudly on popcorn and whispering little comments about the movie to Ellie as they watched.

You stared at the tv lamely, you eyes occasionally flicking over to Ellie’s face. She looked just as bored as you were, a little tense if that. Was your presence affecting her?

After the movie finished, your elder brother stretched his hands high above his head and yawned.

“I’m heading upstairs, you coming Ellie?” He asked as he stood from the couch.

“Uh, yeah, I’ll be up in a few minutes.” She nodded and watched as he trudged up the stairs.

You flipped through the channels on the tv, purposefully staying silent as you felt Ellie’s eyes bore into you. It was the first time you two had been left alone with one another since your first morning back.

“It’s rude to stare, Els.” You mumbled as you put on another movie. You heard her take a deep breath and shift slightly.

“You’re fuckin’ killing me,” She whispered.

“Ellie—” You sighed.

“Listen, I shouldn’t have kissed you before you left. I know it was wrong.” Ellie interrupted. “But I don’t regret it, and I’m sorry for the pain I must’ve caused you.”

You turned to look at her finally.

“God, you’re such an asshole, Ellie.” You breathed.

“I know,” She said in a voice just louder than a whisper.

“After you kissed me, I lost myself a little bit. I was so confused and I didn’t want to even think about you,” You bit your lip. Every word you were saying was true, you didn’t want to think about Ellie, even just seeing your brother mention her name in a text made you think about the kiss.

You hated it, you didn’t want to think about the kiss because then your mind reminded you how she cowered away after. How she bolted the minute your lips parted. How the girl you had secretly pined after for so many years had simply left after kissing you.

It gave you a reason to drink, to party a little harder than you should’ve. You tried to forget, and you seeked comfort in the arms of different girls.

“And now, well now I’ve changed. I’m not that quiet girl who read on the porch while you did stick-and-poke tattoos with my brother beside me.” You laughed weakly. “I doubt that kiss meant anything to you, but it meant everything to me, and you fucking left without saying a word.”

Ellie stared at you for a moment, her mouth slightly open.

“You’re wrong,” She stated. “It meant so much to me, so much. It was shitty of me to kiss you then, but now that you know how I feel? I’m glad I did it. I would have talked to you and explained myself, I really would have, but I’m a fucking idiot, and I got scared. Does that make you feel better?” Ellie’s voice was a mix of a whisper and a shout as her wide eyes searched yours. Your breath stuttered slightly as you took in Ellie's expression. You had known her since you were merely ten years old when she was thirteen, and she had just met your brother. All those years of summers and weekends spent together, and you had never seen her look like this.

Her emerald eyes were full of need, love, and something else. Regret? Something like that. She looked thirsty, thirsty for your touch, your forgiveness, your loving.

Just like that moment a year ago, you leaned in your lips mere inches away from Ellie's. You felt her hot breath tickle your lips as she exhaled shakily. The sound of your brother walking down the stairs caused you to pull away from Ellie. He rifled through a cabinet, presumably looking for a midnight snack as you stood from the couch. Without another word, you walked past him and went to your room. You typed a quick message and sent it to Ellie. R: come to my room once my brother is asleep? E: I'll be there. Waiting for her was torturous, like waiting for a storm during a drought. Everything was on the table now after both of you completely spilled your hearts out of one another. Hearing that gentle knock on your door made your heart race. With a low creak, you opened your wooden door and tugged Ellie inside your room.

It was still girlish and organized from your high school years, tiny Polaroids and colorful posters littered your walls. It was home, like a snapshot of your old self. Ellie looked at you with an unreadable expression, her hands slowly finding their way to your waist.

“Tell me you want this,” She breathed, leaning her forehead against yours and closing her eyes.

“I don’t think I’ve wanted anything more.” You placed your hands on both sides of her face and leaned in to gently brush your lips against hers. It was just the ghost of a kiss, but as soon as it happened, it was like something snapped inside both of you.

Gentle, loving kisses quickly turned into ones full of fiery and heated passion. Ellie's hands roamed your body, squeezing and pulling you impossibly closer to her. Stumbling backward, your legs hit the edge of your bed, and you tugged Ellie down with you. She giggled softly against your skin, pulling you to straddle her hips. "I've wanted this..." Ellie groaned softly as your teeth sunk into the sensitive skin of her neck. "For so long..." She whispered and let her eyes shut. Her hands gripped at the flesh of your ass, slowly grinding your crotch against hers. A sharp gasp left your puffy lips as the friction rubbed against your clit and sent a wave of pleasure through you. "My brother would kill you if he knew," You whimpered as her hands moved your hips back and forth against hers. "So don't let him find out," Ellie chuckled and brushed her calloused thumb against your cheek. "Stay quiet, and we'll be fine. Yeah?" With that, she dragged your clothed cunt across her own, letting out ragged breaths as the two of you needily ground your hips against one another. "M-More, Ellie," You whispered as you grasped tightly at the hem of her t-shirt. "What do you need? My fingers?" She squeezed your ass. "Well," You bit your lip and hesitantly climbed off Ellie. You knelt down to the side of your bed and grabbed a box from underneath your bed. Just about the size of a shoe box, Ellie looked at you with a questioning expression. "I have this, it's brand new." Shyly, you passed a thick purple strap-on to Ellie, your face hot as she glanced at it. "Have you...used one of these before?" She asked cautiously. Ellie was soaked at the mere idea of fucking you with a strap, but she didn't want to rush you into anything you weren't completely sure of. You nodded slowly. "Have you?" She bit her cheek and nodded as well. It wasn't surprising, Ellie had been popular with girls since the beginning of high school and was far from a virgin. "Okay, are you sure you want this? 'Cause once we do this, there isn't any going back." Ellie murmured as she leaned in close to your face. "I'm sure, Els." You kissed her softly and watched as she quickly stripped herself of her baggy sweatpants. Ellie slid the dark straps around her hips, allowing the strap-on to rest comfortably over her navy blue boxers. Effortlessly, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor of your dark room. She chuckled softly when she caught you staring at her toned torso. "Can't fuck you with your clothes on, princess." Ellie grinned and glanced down at your flowy pajama shorts. You tugged your shorts off first, then your shirt came off, leaving you in only your panties. "Jesus Christ...what am I supposed to do with you?" Ellie mumbled as she watched you lay back on the bed and spread your legs for her. "Whatever you want," Ellie narrowed her eyes slightly, tracing over your nude figure. "Get up," You wasted no time obeying her command, standing up and waiting at the edge of the bed for her next instruction. She sat down on your bed, stretching out her legs and leaning against your headboard. Ellie pat her thigh. "C'mon," You straddle her hips, the dildo resting against your backside as you kiss her feverishly. Ellie took a deep breath and slid her hand past the waistband of your panties, and gently touched your sensitive clit. She brushed the tip of her middle finger along your aching slit, mouth falling slightly agape as her finger slid against your wetness. "So fucking wet," You gasped sharply and bucked your hips against her touch. "Bet you don't even need my fingers, already so wet for me, could probably just put the strap in right now," Ellie muttered against your ear as her fingers teased you. "P-Please..." "Please what?" Ellie cooed, her hands drifting to palm at the exposed skin of your ass. "Fuck me, please fuck me," Ellie chuckled and pat your hip.

“Turn around, pretty girl,” You bit your bottom lip and slowly turned your back to Ellie, your hips hovering over hers as you tentatively waited for her next instruction. "Look, you can see yourself in the mirror," Ellie grinned and pointed to the floor-length mirror in the corner of the room that was angled toward the bed. "Raise your hips and keep your eyes on the mirror." Your gaze drifted back to the mirror, one your brother and Ellie had put together for you many summers ago. The sight you saw in the reflection was wrong, it was all plain wrong. Your brother's childhood best friend aligning the tip of the strap with your entrance, your panties pushed to the side, and concentration painting her face. A choked moan escaped your lips as Ellie gently pulled your hips down onto the dildo. You covered your mouth with a shaky hand, a weak attempt at muffling the cries of pleasure that left you. "That's it, yeah, ride me, pretty girl," Ellie guided your hips, her hands splayed out across your ass, two thumbs aligning with the dimples of your lower back. She watched in awe as you began to follow her lead, slowly bouncing on her strap. "Takin' me so good- knew you'd be all ready for my cock," Ellie grunted. You felt her thumbs swipe back and forth against your lower back as she mumbled incoherent praises. "God, you're so sexy...fucking love this tattoo..." Ellie breathed heavily as she stared at the dark ink that painted your skin.

It didn't take long for you to begin moving without her guidance. Your slow movements turned frantic and needy while pleasure burned deep inside of you. You had been fucked with strap-ons before, but it had never felt quite like this. This was more than just meaningless sex. With each buck of your hips, each movement you made, the strap pushed against your g-spot and ever so slightly brushed against your cervix, stimulating all of the most sensitive spots inside of you. "E-Ellie-" You whimpered, reaching a hand behind you. Ellie groaned and quickly intertwined a hand with yours. "Holy fuck," She whispered as she looked over at your reflection in the mirror. Your breasts bounced slightly every time you quickly sunk down onto the toy, and your expression twisted into one of pure ecstasy. Not to mention, the way your ass rippled when the skin slapped against hers made Ellie nearly lose her mind. Everything was too much, and she could hardly decide where to keep her eyes, or her hands for that matter. Her large hands squeezed at the fat of your ass, digging her fingers into your skin. Then she slapped the flesh playfully, just enough for the sting to fade into pleasure.

"I-I'm gonna-" You gasped sharply as you felt a familiar tension growing deep inside you. "Get on your hands and knees. I'll get you there, princess," Ellie murmured. You nodded and did as she said, leaning forward into doggy style. Ellie paused for a moment to realign the strap with your cunt and to grasp at the waistband of your panties. Soon, Ellie began to thrust into you quickly and deeply. She dragged your hips against hers by the band of your underwear, pulling you back and forth on her fake cock like you were some sort of doll for her to use. A loud smack echoed throughout your bedroom when Ellie slapped your ass. You moaned into the fluffy bedsheets you were pressed up against. "My brother- he's gonna hear us-" You whined as you glanced back at Ellie with glassy eyes. "Don't worry about that, pretty girl, he sleeps like the dead." Ellie laughed softly as she plunged deep inside of you. "Oh! There! Right there!" You practically sobbed when she repeated the same movement over and over again until your legs were shaking. On the verge of your orgasm, your body buzzed with pleasure, and tears threatened to spill from your eyes. "Mmh- Els, m'gonna.." "Yeah, cum for me princess, cum all over my cock." She whispered as her thumbs traced the intricate lines of your tattoo and her hips slapped against yours. One of her hands slid around your waist and moved down to begin quickly circling your clit. Ellie was desperate to get you off, she wanted to watch as you lost control of your body and experienced an intense orgasm. That was enough to push you over the edge, you screamed into the bedsheets as you felt your body stiffen and shake against Ellie's. Her thrusts slowed but didn't completely stop, as she wanted to prolong that climax as much as she could. Your senses were clouded with nothing but white-hot pleasure while you rode out the rest of your orgasm. After what felt like a few very long moments, Ellie slowly pulled out of you and sat back on the bed. She undid the straps on her hips and placed the toy on your bedside table. "C'mere, pretty girl..." She cooed softly as she gently picked you up and pulled you into her arms. Ellie lay with you in the bed, her fingers lightly tracing patterns along the skin of your back as she cuddled you. "You did so good, you're so perfect..." She said quietly. You hummed softly in response and closed your eyes. "You better get back to my brother's room, he wouldn't be happy to see you coming out of my room in the morning." "I know, but I'll stay until you fall asleep. Don't worry about me, princess." And for once, you listen to her. You focused on the heat Ellie's body radiated against yours and how peaceful you felt in her loving embrace. It felt right. --- tags: @asteroidzzzn , @ellabsprincess , @ximtiredx

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[messylustt]

could u pls pls plssss do a smut where ethan finds all of the readers “toys” (iykyk) in her drawer so he gets some ideas😏

yes pls

late night toys — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : ethan finds your ‘toys’ hidden in your drawer

contents : sex toys. remote control. kinda dub con. ethan snoops around. wc 1.8k

You had been out, texting Ethan to just wait in your apartment. He had wandered in, gazing around at the newly furnished living room. He always thought you bought too many things that could be considered unnessisary.

With you being out, and the new items he had yet to see, he began to snoop. He wouldn't consider it snooping. You were friends and you would have showed him around anyway.

He started in living room, seeing the generic cushions, couch and tv. Then went to the kitchen. He began to notice a running theme of randomly placed little hedgehogs. Tiny enough not be too noticeable at first glance.

Ethan chuckled as he picked one up that you had placed by the hallway mirror. His gaze then lead him to your room. He had been in there once, when you were studying together.

He made his way under the doorway, gazing around at your half made bed, and large clothes drawer. He noticed another little hedgehog right by your makeup kit. He wondered if you kept them everywhere, even in hidden small places.

Of course you were one to unintentionally make a fun treasure hunt for him. You always found ways to make even the most boring tasks enjoyable.

Ethan checked in your top drawer, only spotting folded and unfolded clothes. Then he bend down to open the bottom draw. He paused, eyes widening at the contents he found inside.

He really should shut the drawer, forget he saw anything, forget he saw toys he didn't think you owned. But he found himself taking one out.

His eyes seemed to expand even more as he stared at the rather large dildo. Jeez it was big. And of course the thought of 'what you could handle' crossed his mind. He gulped, beginning to feel his pants strain.

He looked back inside the drawer, spotting a smaller vibrator with two remote controls. Ethan's mouth had begun to salivate as more erotic thoughts filled his head.

Slowly a devious plan formed. What pushed him to do it was the thought of you squirming by his control. He just had to wait until tonight.

When you had gotten back, suggesting that you study in the living room, your bedroom door was shut as if Ethan had never been in there in the first place.

Once night had befallen, Ethan asked if he could stay, saying that the trains were supposed to be unreliable tonight.

"Sure, the guest bedroom is just down the hall." You say, as you dump the leftover pizza boxes in the bin.

"Thanks." Ethan smiled, as he made his way to the room.

You shut your bedroom door, changing into comfortable loose pajamas. You had at first been reluctant in letting Ethan stay over because you wanted to try out your new toy. But it was selfish letting him go home in the dark when the trains might not even be running.

Your old remote control vibrator had gone dead, no use in just buying new batteries, so you decided to buy a whole new set. You opened your bottom drawer, thinking on how far down the guest bedroom was. You could easily be quiet if you didn't put it on a high volume.

Pushing past the slight shame of someone else being in the apartment you grabbed the remote control and the vibrator. You positioned yourself against your pillows, shutting the lights off and removing your pajama pants.

You were also ashamed at the fact that you were already turned on. And not by the fact of trying out your new toy, but because of a certain someone. Lately your mind had wandered to Ethan, the dorky kid who helped with your assignments. And the thought that he was so close made your thighs clench together.

Biting your lip, you widened your legs, turning on the remote control, as you kept your eyes shut. Your head leant back as you pushed the vibrator inside you, pressing the button to slightly quicken the speed.

Your back arched as your mouth began to open, silent whimpers leaving your lips. You kept it on a low volume, really not wanting to wake your guest. But then you felt the toy inside you quicken, without the touch of your fingers. There's a flash of confusion before pleasure clouds your mind. "Shit." You mutter before biting your lip harder.

Maybe you had shifted your finger on the remote by accident. You slightly shifted, choosing to stay on this setting. But just as before it quickens, finally making you gasp. Your hand was nowhere near the remote control. When you finally looked down in the dark the familiar light on the remote was switched off. It wasn't even on, so why—

You choked a gasp when the vibrator again picked up speed, making your hips jolt. Your brows were furrowed, body wracking with pleasure. How the hell is it working?

The speed then picked up to one almost ungodly, making your entire body buzz, your hips thrusted into nothing. You whimpered, chest heaving.

"Fuck...look at you." A breathless voice spoke. You whipped your head to the right, to see Ethan walking out of the shadows. You blanch, eyes wide. "E—ethan?"

Ethan grins, tilting his head as he nears you. You look down to see a remote control in his hand, one with the light on. You quickly go to shut your legs, embarrassed, but Ethan turns the volume up, making you moan, and your legs shudder.

Ethan was hypnotised by your bodies movements, and as he played with the settings, picking up and speed and slowing down, his cock throbbed. The moonlight shone through your slightly open curtains, streaking across your sweating body. Ethan gulped, reaching to stand over you.

You gazed up at him, wide eyes, heavy with pleasure. "How did you—where—where did you find...that." You manage in between pathetic whimpers.

Ethan crawls onto the bed-you being in the center. "I was looking around at all the new things you got." Ethan says, making sure your legs stayed open as he changed settings. "I was surprised to see something like this." His smirk hadn't fallen.

He then leans down, just hovering over you as he kept the controller in one hand. Your mouth was opening, as his breath hit your lips. Your cheeks were a rosy colour, and they seemed to only brighten as Ethan continued talking. He hadn't really touched you yet, and you were embarrassed at how much you wanted him to.

Your hips had begun to slightly jolt and thrust. And Ethan had to hold down the want to press his strained cock against your core. "I just couldn't help myself." He confessed. "That remote control you were "using" was apart of your old set, the one without batteries."

You moaned as the vibrator continued to hum inside you. Ethan breathlessly chuckled. "I wasn't sure if this was going to work." He adjusted himself over you, liking you being this close as you whimpered and moaned, the sounds caught in repeat in his brain.

"But look at you...a whimpering mess, all because of this." He holds up the remote as he switches the volume higher.

"Oh, god." You moaned as your head sunk further into the pillows as you shut your eyes tight.

"Look at me." Ethan breathed. But you felt beyond embarrassed, keeping them closed.

"I—i shouldn't have done—done this when you were here." You managed as you can feel your impending orgasm approaching.

"No, no. I'm glad you did." Ethan's words hit your lips making you squirm even more. "Now open your eyes."

You finally do, meeting his lustful gaze. "Have you always had toys like this?" Ethan asks, licking his lips.

Your breathing stutters, intense pleasure nearing. "I'm—I'm gonna-"

"Not yet." Ethan lowers the volume making a whine leave your lips.

"Please." You breathe, staring up at him.

Ethan had never been more turned on in his life. He stared down at your pleading eyes, and nearly orgasmed right there. His breath hitches as his gaze begins to darken. "What was that?" He whispered.

"P-" You began before gulping. "Please?" You sounded so innocent as your big eyes kept him captivated.

"Fuck." He hisses, turning the volume up a fraction higher. You moaned, chest heaving up and down as you had begun to grind your hips into the toy.

"Christ, your so turned on." Ethan practically praises. "Why do you look so...pretty like this?"

Ethan's chest had begun to heave just like yours as he watched your form squirm and shake. "Have you always used this kind of toy?" He asks.

Your mind is practically just pleasure at this point as you nod. "And you've always used the remote yourself?"

You again nodded. "You didn't let your past boyfriends use it?"

"I wasn't sure if they would—shit—would've been into it." You breathe out as you catch Ethan's gaze.

Your eyes dart down to his lips. They looked so kissable in the dim lighting. You reached up, placing an almost gentle kiss to his mouth. Ethan was shocked at first, as he felt your smooth lips press to his.

As you leaned your head back down, Ethan quickly followed, harshly breathing into your mouth. "Oh, but I'm into it." He whispered, before capturing your bottom lip. He sucks, letting his tongue drag across the flesh. "Mm. I'm so...into it. Seeing you squirm under me, as all I have to do is run my finger along this remote..." He does so, making you whine into his mouth, as he smiles against your lips. "...I like it a lot."

Ethan kisses you again, hard, as he laps at your tongue, groaning as you kiss him back, your own tongue dancing with his. "Oh fuck. Ethan I'm gonna- I'm so close." You moan out, as you open your mouth against his.

"Yeah?" Ethan asked, as he made the virbator quicken, making your back slightly arch into him.

"Ethan—oh god." Your tone was growing higher pitched as you whimpered out incoherent words.

Then the pleasure hit, your body shuddering as your mouth hung open. Your chest heaved in sweat, as you grasped as Ethan's shirt, your body jittery. "Shit."

Ethan's mouth had opened too as he lustfully watches you orgasm. He gradually slows the virbrator inside you, as your body slumps into your mattress.

"Holy shit," Ethan mutters before kissing you, this time a little gentler, just slowly licking your lips. "If you ever use this alone, I'll keep it going inside you until your begging for me to stop." Ethan says, kissing your cheek.

"But it's my toy." You say, your usual attitude returning now that the pleasure had ceased.

Ethan shakes his head, removing the toy from inside you, making you slightly jolt as it brushes against your sensitive walls. Ethan puts the remote control in his back pocket as he settles himself further onto you, his lips brushing across your neck. His hand had weaved into your hair as he kitten licked your still rapidly beating pulse.

Ethan chuckles. "Don't worry, you can keep the vibrator." Then he hovers over your red lips again, whispering. "I'll keep the controller."

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[remigoesinsane]

OKAY... WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT MORELLA.

So, i feel like Morella isn't getting nearly enough time spent talking about her, which is fair, because we really haven't seen much focus on her recently. HOWEVER. I did just realize that I am now able to share a theory that I've had. Warning: it's... a lot.

So first off, I want to address a theory that directly contradicts mine. This is, of course, the theory of "everyone in Nevermore died in America" theory. I want to clarify: I'm not directly shooting it down. I am, however, saying that it's only a theory, and as of yet has no way of knowing for sure if it's fact or fiction. Therefore, this theory will completely disregard that one.

Now, my theory specifically has to do with Morella's death. The first thing we managed to figure out about her was that she must have died sometime after the 1950s, seeing as that was when the lobster clasp, which is what she has, was invented.

However, she can't be too close to modern times, or she would question why everything is so old-fashioned. Also, her outfits don't exactly scream "21st century", so it's pretty safe to say she's from the 1900s. It's been estimated (thank you panda) that the approximate time frame should be late 1950s to early 1970s.

Now, her spectre. She has a benevolent spectre type, and describes her emotions when manifesting as "wanting to protect her friends, no matter what" (not an exact quote btw). It's pretty widely accepted that she died to save someone else. Also, I must point out: red hair? freckles? (ginger, ginger, Weasley, Weasley- nah I'm kidding lmao iykyk) and shepherd's pie? doesn't that kinda scream Irish? not to mention the resemblance of the pajamas:

I'm a massive riordan fan, and rereading Magnus Chase got me thinking: what if (like Mallory Keen) Morella died during bloody Friday?

Some background (yes I did research): Bloody Friday occured on July 21st, 1972, where bombs went off in Ireland, killing 9 people and injuring about 130 others. It was in response to Bloody Sunday, also known as the Bogside Massacre. As you can see, the dates fit the time frame perfectly.

Red and Flynn never actually confirmed where Morella was from. They once said in the discord that England was a possibility, but not to count it as canon. As of yet, we have no confirmation of where Morella is from, so it's perfectly possible for her to be Irish. Line up all the evidence, and you get this theory: Morella likely died either on Bloody Sunday or Bloody Friday. She's always had a strong instinct to protect her friends, even if it meant her death, which in this case, it would have.

I find this theory to be VERY interesting, especially because as far as I've seen, I was the first to mention it (at least in the discord, and I've never seen anyone make this connection on a webtoon comment.) If I'm right... I'll scream.

Obligatory thanks for making it to the end. DAMN was this was long. Maybe even longer than my crack dream... but that's a story for another time.

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memories

pairing : sparrow!ben hargreeves x fem!reader, past!umbrella!ben hargreeves x fem!reader

genre : angst, heartwarming, hurt-comfort

warning : prepare your tissue if you’re attached to umbrella!ben ig

summary : in which she found glimpse of them together through his eyes—the man that wore the face of the love of her life

wordcount : 3k

a/n : inspired by the song glimpse of us by joji. and i am aware that there are a lot of stories especially these days. If there are resemblance between this story with others then that is completely out of my control. great minds thinks alike after all. requested by @torchioethan i’ll try my best to interpreted the song to their relationship. the story is up to your interpretation by the way. on my remus lupin angst i wrote “some endings are meant to he interpreted differently.” also do you think this is ooc for sparrow!ben? cause this is what i think he’ll act like in this situation. also i put some addie larue reference in this iykyk

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Have you ever lost someone and then you just feel like you see that someone everywhere? Every place, every street, everyone, reminds you of the memories you hold dearly close to your heart no matter how hurt it is to remember for you refuse to ever forget about it. It hurts so much it does, but that’s the price you have to pay.

The first time she saw him again after going back from the 60s with the dysfunctional bunch of siblings, she thought she was dreaming. Perhaps, it’ll be easier if it were just a dream. Cause now she has to look at the face—at the body of someone who once had loved her and found nothing. A stranger with the face of the love of her life.

Same name. Same face. Different memories.

But does it all even matter now? The world is ending in hours. She could meet her Ben again, that only if he really does exist. She has never been the one to fully understand the concept of time and Five doesn’t speak in a language that she is capable of understanding.

She raised her glass of champagne in Luther’s direction as he danced with his newfound love before averting her gaze to take a look around the room. Diego and Lila being in each other's arms. Klaus being Klaus. Five who seem to be enjoying his time with the number of empty glasses on his table. And lastly, him. Sitting on the table far back from everybody else, drinking quietly as his eyes, too, roamed around the room. Even from a distance between the two, she could tell that he was judging all of them silently.

Slowly she rose and walked toward him with her glass wrapped around her fingers. Once she arrived at the spot, she gestured to the seat next to him. “May I?” Without hearing any response from him, she sat herself on the seat, putting her glass on the table. “The party is over there yet you distance yourself from the others, emo boy.”

He rolled his eyes at the nickname she gave him. “If anyone here is emo that would be your brother. All brooding, laying down alone in my room, wearing nothing but black.” He looked over at Viktor and she followed his line of gaze. “First, Viktor isn’t emo, and second, you just prove my point here.” She gestured to his situation right now. “You just described yourself.”

The look in his eyes was nothing like her Ben as he glared at her, glass tightly wrapped around his fingers. “Look, if you’re going here just to brag about your oh-so-perfect Ben. The others had took their chance every time they passed me so don’t even bother.” He leaned forwards to her—trying to somewhat looking intimidating as she looks at him, totally unfazed by it.

“No.” She leaned closer to him as he leaned back, clicking her glass with his. “That is a too sensitive topic for me to talk about. Actually, I was trying to give you some company.”

“Well, I don’t need your company.” He talked back.

She leaned her back on the seat. “Too bad. I’m already comfortable sitting here.”

“Then I’ll just go away from here.” He got up, looking at her irritatingly, clearly annoyed by her presence. Turning around he began to walked away from the girl that has been haunting his mind, but then she said something that made him stop. “You know you don’t want to, Ben. You wished to stay here. You want someone to tell you to stay. So here I am doing you a favor by saying this.”

Walking back towards her, he pointed his finger right in front of her face, a look of exasperation plastered on his face. “You stay out of my head. Don’t even try to use it on me.” He said. “You think you know me. You know nothing about me. Nothing. I don’t need your company and I most certainly don’t need your pity. I don’t need you.”

Her gaze softened at his words, his last words may hurt a part of her but it was nothing she hadn’t heard before. “I don’t need my powers to know what you’re thinking, Ben. Besides, it never works on you. Not on you. Not on any version of you, I suppose.” She looks back to her glass, avoiding his gaze before feeling him walking away from her.

***

Looking at Luther and Sloane, she offered them a large smile. “I’m happy for the both of you. Wish we could have more time to know each other, Sloane.” She said, eyes falling onto the girl that is wrapped around Luther’s arms before looking back at the sky that is torn apart every second that passed. “With the world ending, there’s nothing anyone wants more than spending time with their loved ones. I know I would do the same.” She could feel Luther’s eyes on her as she said that. “Cherish the time you have left together, okay?” That were the last words she uttered before she went back inside the building, leaving the newlywed to have their moments alone.

What she didn’t know was the fact that Ben was listening to her words as he finally succeed to get rid of Klaus’s presence. He was about to grab another drink when he heard her saying that. Spending time with their loved ones. What is left of his family are only Sloane and Reginald. One who is currently with the man of her life. The other one probably conspiring something against someone. Sloane, his sister, what left of his bunch of adoptive siblings, sure there’s a part of him that cares for her although he won’t admit it out loud. On the other side, Reginald doesn’t deserve any love from anyone in the building. An ounce of him may won’t stop trying to prove himself to the guy but he’s sure that there is no love that he holds for the old man.

Before the girl who just entered the building could fully walk passed him, he grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. She looked at him expectedly, a look of nostalgia flashed for a second. Perhaps it’s the alcohol talking, but the words come out of his mouth without permission at all. “Want a drink?”

She let her hand out of his grasp, raising one of her eyebrows. “Did Klaus really manage to talk some sense into you? Or is it the alcohol talking?” She paused before answering the real question. “The answer’s yes by the way. But not here. Let’s go somewhere else.”

***

“A windowsill?”

“A quite spacious one, yeah.” She put herself in a comfortable position before patting the space in front of her. “Come on. There’s still much room left here.” Rolling his eyes slightly, he sighed before sitting in front of her. Both of them facing each other, on the windowsill as the world out there is falling apart. Her gaze stayed on him as he sat there trying to search for a comfortable position. A nostalgic smile went onto her face. Happiness and sadness all become one as a glimpse of her Ben took over his position for some split second.

A memory from her past.

“Out of every place in this goddamn hotel, you-“ He began to complain.

“Hey, the world is falling apart. Be grateful for a few seconds.” She looked out the window. “Ben would’ve loved this.” She muttered loud enough for him to hear.

“I am Ben.”

“Well, not you. I mean Ben Ben.”

“The other Ben?”

“No. You’re the—Can you just drink it already and try to not be an asshole?” She almost forced the alcohol down his throat if it weren’t for him who already doing that as she spoke before. She looked at him before averting her attention to her glass, muttering under her breath. “Maybe this is a bad idea.”

“Not really. No.” His response caught her off guard as she wasn’t expecting him to even hear her. She pursed her lips, before taking a sip from her glass. “So you do need some company. Is this your attempt to not be alone at the end of the world? Was it because of the speech I gave earlier?” She put it down and then propped her chin on the top of her knee.

This time, he is the one that avoids her gaze, looking at the falling word around them from the window. “I thought you said it didn’t work on me.”

“Just because my powers don’t work on you. Doesn’t mean I’m an idiot who cannot connect the two dots together, emo boy.” She said.

He looks down for a few moments before looking back at her, an uncharacteristic look on his face. “Guess that—guess that makes me a special emo boy or what?” This time he didn’t complain about the nickname. Instead, he said the words that brings a smile to her face. She nodded slowly before leaning back to the window frame and with teary eyes she lets out a chuckle. “What?” He asked, raising one of his eyebrows.

“You’re making it difficult for me to not cry. You see, you’re not supposed to say that. Not with that face.” She paused, taking a deep breath trying to not let the tears out just yet. “Gosh, you don’t just look like him or sound like him. Now, you talked like him. I suppose my prayers are granted in a way. I see you again now. Breathing and alive. Just not—just not the you that I need. It hurts looking into your eyes when all I see is him and yet there is no trace of him in this falling world.”

“What was he like?” His gaze stayed on her, less tense than usual. “Truly. What was he like?” He asked once more.

“What did the others say?” She asked back.

Hesitantly, he answered her question. “He was……kind. Selfless. A tiny dark cloud on a perfect sunny day. A know-it-all. A scold. Most of them-Most of them are bad qualities.” He furrowed his eyebrows together and seems to be frustrated not being able to decipher why the other Ben was so special compared to him. “I’m the Number One. Numero Uno. He wasn’t, was he? All of those praises about him, look how he ended up 6 feet under.”

Brushing over his last comment, she nodded her head. “Well all of them are true. He was a great guy, wasn’t he? One of the best that I ever knew.” Her eyes trailed over the window. “I first met them all when I was around the age of 8 or 9. He was hiding behind Klaus or Number 4 at that moment. He was never been the one to love the public attention but somehow tried to gain mine. I suppose that makes him sweet. After his death, none of us have been the same. All of us were drowning in a sense, well we all have been drowning for a long time. But since that happened, none of us could ever reach the shore.” Her chest got heavy just from thinking of that feeling.

“Where are you now?” He inched closer towards her.

She pursed her lips before letting out a deep breath. “Just floating around, I guess? Not drowning but not completely free either.” She thought about her last interaction with Ben. “Perhaps this is it. With the world ending, I’m getting closer to my final destination.”

Looking back at him, she continued her words. “Ben. He was-He was easier to love out of everyone in that room earlier, out of all the people I’ve known in my whole life. And mind you remember this, I love all of them greatly—well not all of them,” She referred to Reginald. “We all have a fair share of memories together, mostly in our youthful days that are full of trauma created by your daddy dearest—even I had some of mine too and I’m not even a Hargreeves.” Both of them chuckled at her words.

“Very much relatable that last bit. Klaus said a similar thing earlier. About how he was easier to love.” Ben inched closer once more, perhaps this is the alcohol talking, but seeing him open up his feelings to her like this makes her pay no mind to the fact that by tomorrow he’ll probably change into hard-shell Ben again. “That doesn’t seem fair. All of you love him like that yet none can do the same for me.”

Biting back a snarky remark, she decided to say something else instead. “One thing about him is that he makes love seem to be a casual thing to feel, I mean it is, truthfully it is but not many people have the opportunity to realize that.” She wiped a single tear away. “There are a lot of things to pay for when it comes to love. To any kind of love. Meeting you is one of those. The price I have to pay for this moment is not a kind one.”

He nodded quietly before looking back directly into her eyes. “I’m not him, you know?”

She chuckled at his words. “Of course, you’re not. I’ve said that already. If yes then I won’t be just sitting in front of you right now.” I would hold you and never let go like you had wished once before your last moments. The last part remained in her mind. Glimpses of them together flowed around the two, yet she was the only one to remember. “It is a lonely thing, isn’t it? To remember when the other person doesn’t.”

“What if……the other person does?” Her head snapped back towards him as he said so. Letting out a shuddered breath, she opened her mouth to ask what he means by that but she wasn’t able to find her voice at all. Then he continued his words. “You know what sucks, you have all of these memories with your Ben and I-” He took a glance at the sky before looking back at her. “And the only recollection I have about you is the one I had in my dreams. The one that I forgot the moment that I woke up. The one I wished to remember because there’s this feeling that I can’t understand every time I am in that dream.”

“You said all you see when you look into my eyes are him. Yet when I see into yours all I see is you. No other version you. Just you you cause you’re the same one from my dreams. The dreams that left only glimpses in my memory. But then even in those dreams, you were with him, I suppose. That happy feeling was his feelings, it was never mine, to begin with. All this time I was dreaming of someone else’s memories.” Tears stream down her face as she takes in the look in his eyes, the same look he used to give her.

This Ben would never be her Ben. He was already gone from her world. Leaving nothing but the memories that remain in her heart. Nothing but the feeling that she would always feel till the moment she passed. Meeting this Ben had brought heavy feelings to her heart. Makes her yearn to see a glimpse of him in his eyes. And when she found what she was looking for, hurt was all she found. “I’m sorry, Ben.”

He smiled bitterly. “Out of everyone, I thought you hated me the most.” He said. Recalling her avoiding him at all cost during their first interactions when the Umbrella first comes back to the timeline. The look in her eyes when she first laid her gaze on him was one that he will not forget.

She looked at him with sadness in her eyes. “That is an ability that I am not capable of. I cannot afford that. I don’t think I could even if I tried. You’re too much like him. Any version of you they all-well, I’ve only met two of you but you’re much more alike than I thought you do. Your feelings. The way both of you feel, I found it beautiful.”

A comfortable silence engulfed both of them as the two leaned back to the window frame simultaneously. The world is still falling around them. Slowly fading away from reality. Most people are already gone, reuniting with their loved ones on the other side.

“You were right.” His voice makes her look back at him. He offered the palm of his hand to her, so she made up a scissor using her point and middle finger. “I won.” She said with a large smile on her face.

Ben rolled his eyes. “You’re so childish. I couldn’t see why he loved you so much.” He said, clearly lying.

She crossed her arms. “Oh, the alcohol finally worn out? I was enjoying the non-asshole you.”

“Oh shut up.” He hushed her.

“What was I right about?” She waited for his response.

He met her eyes once more. She could tell that he was hesitant about it. “With the world ending, there’s nothing anyone wants more than spending time with their loved ones. Any kind of love.” Her eyes stayed locked with him as she reached for his palm once more, a warm smile on her face.

“Any kind of love.” She replied back.

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Protect You Pt. 3

(A/N): Okay friends! This is potentially the final part to this series! If y’all would like a part 4 please let me know! I was sorta maybe possibly thinking of a slightly smutty part 4 buuuut idk yet, y’all let me know! There is a slight Skyrim reference so iykyk lol!

Pairing: Colby Brock x ghost!fem!reader

Warnings: you know how it be, some language, mentions of death, mentions of reincarnation, food mentioned, superstition, like one sentence that mentions prostitution (reader’s mother on Nassau), I think that’s it, if I missed anything let me know!

It had now been 2 years since you attached yourself to Colby and started going on adventures with him and his friends. Everywhere he went, you were right beside him, keeping him safe from entities and people alike. While they were still scared during some of these adventures, they were far more comfortable knowing you were there. Especially Colby, who you had grown quite close with during your time together. He had taken to spending every evening once he retired to his room communicating with you. At first it was through writing on the mirror until he decided that wasn’t enough and wanted to actually talk to you.

About a year ago you two had begun talking via the Estes Method with him sitting on his bed, leaving room for you to sit next to him, with headphones and a blindfold on. You told him many tales about your life, all the way from growing up on Nassau with your mother to your final hunt, The Urca de Lima. You once even told him about a flashback you’d had to your childhood one day that made you finally realize who exactly your father was - none other than Captain Hornigold himself. He could faintly make out the sound of you crying telling him this, making his heart break realizing just how upset you were. That was the only time where you two had been able to touch by Colby reaching out to you. He was so hurt from hearing you so sad, he unthinkingly reached his hand out to place it on top of yours. By some miracle, he did indeed touch your hand. It was a quick, fleeting feeling, but it meant the world to the both of you. You, who hadn’t felt a person’s touch in centuries, and he, who was beginning to feel his heart ache from being so close to you, but never being able to see or touch you. That was about six months ago now.

Since that day you slowly began to realize that you were no longer simply here to protect him, which was still highly important to you, but you were beginning to feel things you hadn’t since you died. The last time you felt this way was for none other than John Silver, the man who stole Captain Flint’s Urca de Lima map and somehow became one of The Walrus’ most valued crew members. You were beginning to fall in love with Colby. While it filled you with joy to spend every day with him, keeping him safe, it also broke your heart to know you could never truly be with him. And sitting in the back of your mind was knowing that he could never possibly feel that way about a ghost.

One day the two of you were sitting in the living room with Sam, Jake, and Corey, watching a show you learned was called “Family Guy”. Next to you, Colby kept an earbud in that was connected to the spirit box in his pocket so you could talk to him any time you wanted. All you had to do was give him a tap on the arm and he would reach into his pocket and turn it on. After about the fifth time of this, the others began to notice.

“What are you doing man, getting the scores for the game or something?” asked Corey.

Colby laughed and tried to wave him off, but it seemed the guys were on a roll.

“Or are you maybe talking to (Y/N) again?” asked Jake with a cheeky grin.

“And what if I were? That a problem?” Colby asked with a laugh.

“Nah, no problem, just starting to think you might have a crush.” The guys began laughing while Colby glanced in your direction.

“Ha ha, very funny guys, stop before you make her uncomfortable.”

You were beginning to squirm, hoping Colby wouldn’t take them too seriously. You weren’t sure if you could handle that quite yet, truth be told, you were just coming to terms with having these feelings at all. Let alone be able to convey that to him yet. Before your thoughts could travel any further you hear Corey say, “Why would that make (Y/N) uncomfortable? I mean unless she has a crush on you too.”

Jake and Corey laugh with each other while Sam scolds them about being inappropriate. Colby begins shifting in his seat like he’s uncomfortable as well. You give him a minute to say something, anything, every second your anxiety growing.

When you start to think he won’t say anything at all, he turns to you and did quite possibly the worst thing he could’ve done, “(Y/N)… do you…?”

Your eyes all but bulge out of your head before you shoot up off the couch and run to Colby’s room, slamming the door shut behind you, praying he would leave you be. You look around the room for a moment and your eyes land on the shelf he had put up for you, filled with things he had gotten for you on his adventures, claiming, “it just doesn’t seem right that this is our room now and it’s only filled with my stuff. You deserve things too.” Thinking back on your times together, you begin to cry, not realizing it until you felt the tears streaming down your face. Behind you, the door opens and closes quietly and without turning around you know exactly who it is.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t mean to upset you in any way. I’ve got the spirit box on still if you want to talk to me. If you don’t I completely understand. Would you like to be left alone for a while or is it okay if I stay?”

You took a moment to collect yourself and told him he can stay, to come sit with you. Settling in next to each other on the bed, you realized it’d never been this awkward between the two of you. You’d always had this comfortable air together. You just wanted this uneasy feeling to go away. Before you could speak up though, Colby says, “I’m not sure how you feel about this, but I can’t keep it in any longer. (Y/N), I like you. More than I probably should, but I don’t care about what they say or think, I only care about what you think. I know it would never really work between us, but I can’t deny how I feel. I’m falling in love with you, (Y/N). If that makes you uncomfortable please tell me. I just- I couldn’t-“

Whatever he was trying to say was cut off by a little sob. You whipped your head around to look at him and realized he was crying. You reached your hand up to wipe his tears away, momentarily forgetting that you can’t, so instead you opt for cradling his face gently in your hands. He seemed to be able to feel, or at least tell, that you were touching him. Smiling at you, he opened his mouth to speak again before you cut him off.

“I love you too. It scares me, but I do. I don’t know what to do or say, but all I know is that I love you and I would spend the rest of eternity fighting to protect you.”

He is staring at you wide eyed now, his eyes filled with happiness, relief, and an overwhelming amount of love. You almost pull away from the unfamiliarity of it, but decide against it. Leaning forward you rest your forehead against his and close your eyes, reveling in the knowledge that he does share your feelings, it isn’t completely one sided this time. Riding your high of happiness and relief, you hesitantly ask him, “Can I try something…?”

“Of course.”

You slowly lean forward until you gently feel your lips ghosting over his. For a moment, you feel a wave of warmth flow over you before you realize, you can feel him. You can actually feel him! He seems to realize this quickly and taking advantage of the fleeting moment of your corporeality, he kisses you back. You cling to one another as long as you’re able before you feel yourself beginning to fade again.

The airy laugh he lets out matches your own. You’re both so happy you don’t know what to do with yourselves past whispering words of love and affection to one another until Colby eventually falls asleep. Following your nightly routine, you lie down next to him and close your eyes. Even though you can’t actually sleep, it’s nice to feel that little bit of normalcy.

Something about this night is different though. Because one moment you’re laying next to Colby with your hand resting atop his, and the next you’re standing in a dark void. You begin to panic, thinking you’re finally moving on.

“No, no, nonono. This can’t be happening. Not now! Please not now!!”

“Do not worry, my child. I would never do such a thing to you.”

Turning around, you quickly take up a defensive position. You see a woman standing in front of you. She’s tall, beautiful, and dressed in a flowing white dress with her burgundy tresses flowing gracefully past her shoulders.

“Who are you?” You ask, your voice echoing out into the void.

“My name is Mara, goddess of love and compassion. I watched over you through your tragic life. I’m so sorry that all happened to you, my love.”

“So I had an actual goddess watching over me and I still died like that? Regardless of that, it’s been over 300 years now, why are you just now showing up? Do you have any idea how alone I felt all that time?!”

“I know, my child, I know. Again, I’m so sorry. But given my position, there was nothing I could do regarding your death for that is not my domain. But I was able to negotiate with the goddess of death into allowing you reincarnation. You were meant to reincarnate and find John again in your next life if you had passed on as intended. Though it seems I failed to take into account how hard headed you are!” She finished with a twinkling, airy laugh.

“If you’re here to offer me reincarnation now, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to decline. I like things how they are now. I’m finally happy. I don’t want to leave Colby. He needs me, he needs my protection.”

Mara smiles at you in understanding and continues, “I know, darling. I’m here with a new offer. Become my champion, and you may return to Colby. Not as a spirit, but as a person. Does that sound alright?”

“…and what would becoming your champion entail?”

“Simply doing as you are now. Rid the world of any demons or evil entities you come across. Spread love and compassion to all that you meet. Do this, and you may spend your life with your love.”

You don’t hesitate for a moment before agreeing to her terms. You had already come to terms with the fact that you would do anything for him, to be with him. And like she said, it was already what you were doing. So long as Colby was safe and uninvolved in any divine deal you made, you’d do anything.

Mara smiled at you and pulled you in for a hug. “Should you ever need me, all you need to is ask. I look forward to watching your happiness. I love you dearly, my child.”

You open your eyes to see light shining through the windows and look down at yourself. Not only realizing that you were actually asleep, but you have a body! A tangible, corporeal body! You roll over to see Colby sleeping soundly next to you and reach a hand up to graze his cheek. You’re over the moon feeling his warmth seep into your fingertips. He begins to stir and you contemplate pulling your hand away to allow him more sleep, but decide against it, too excited to see how he would react.

His beautiful blue eyes begin to flutter open and land on you immediately. He lets out a yelp and jumps up into a seated position. Giggling, you look up at his bewildered face as he whispers, “…(Y/N)? How is this possible? Is this real? Am I still dreaming??”

Sitting up, you take his hand in yours and say, “I’m real, Colby. I’m really here. It’s me, (Y/N). It’s a long story, but I swear to you, it’s all true. I’m really here and I’m not disappearing again. I promise.”

As you speak, he seems to believe you and tears begin streaming down his face. Before you can say any more he pulls you into his arms, clinging tightly to you. You wrap your arms around him, taking in the new, yet distantly familiar feeling. You spend the entirety of the day locked away in his room, watching movies and holding onto each other like you would disappear at any moment. He ordered lots of food the moment you two had collected yourself as you both realized you hadn’t eaten in a very long time. To say the least, it was the best day you’d had in centuries.

When you felt yourself starting to get tired, you clung to Colby even tighter, your anxiety seeping back into your mind. Slightly fearful that today hadn’t been real. You feel Colby pull you closer as he reminds you that everything would be okay with a slow, sweet kiss. Smiling, you snuggle in closer to him, feeling if you were any closer you’d be one.

Next thing you know, you’re waking up to your second day back in the physical world. Realizing the day before hadn’t been a dream, you’re over the moon knowing you get to spend the rest of your new life with Colby as his significant other, rather than just his spiritual protector.

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𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⋮ Two awkward teens, after being hurt by those closest to them, find comfort in the fireworks.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ⋮ Awkward teen Gojo in celebration for season 2 of Jujutsu Kaisen!!!! I have always wanted to write for him, and his character study took forever for me to use. Please leave feedback and I hope you all enjoy!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⋮ Writing contains mentions of like one or two curse words, ambiguous spoilers (not detailed just saying that it hurt Gojo), and star-crossed lovers (iykyk)

Around 2007 there was a summer festival happening, you think back on it often as it was your first time going out for such an event on your own and to see the fireworks up close instead from the balcony of your home. You were so excited to go, picking out the best yukata with your friends alongside picking accessories with them.

You were over the moon.

Your friend invited you out, yet you noticed that with them came some others you had remembered from past conversations of romances. Of course, the summer would be a long time before they see their crush, so they’d ask for their contact info and spend time with each other. You were quick to tell your friends you would meet up with them to go home since you didn’t want to be the extra wheel that they could barely include in the activities, they understood, and you were off to find a spot to watch the fireworks.

You found yourself deciding to find a nice and quiet spot in order to enjoy the fireworks while your friends enjoyed their times. You weren’t mad your friends, happy for them and all their joys, there is so much love you can witness before you began to think about your own love life. You stood on a bridge, it was small and far away from the action that was the large summer festival happening, you wanted to find some place where all the fireworks would be on display and far enough from all the people.

You found yourself staring at the vast sea of stars in the dark blue night. You were lost in its beauty, it was so mysterious and the brightness of it all continued to stay imbedded in your mind until you found the sounds of a voice become louder, it called for attention that was left with the soft echo. You found yourself softly groaning at this. “Man, I can’t have shit." You grumbled lowly to yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, the strongest known being to humankind would be making his way over to the secluded area just to find a place to be alone for just a minute in his life. The young man, named Gojo Satoru, was one that was escaping the eyes of those watching him for the time being as he had yearned to escape the pressures of his life following the tragedies that plagued his life this week.

Gojo was still complaining loudly about the annoyance of those in higher power than him, the people who had hurt those of a girl he had protected, the abandonment of his friend, and the powers that had taken over his life from day one. You hadn’t heard much, trying to phase him out of your ears only for him to call out to you and you had no choice but to turn around to face him.

You found your face rendered emotionless, hints of irritation in my face since you were honestly looking for a place to escape from people and be alone for a little bit, however, with the fact that he had found you there was a chance your plans were falling through yet again. You wanted a second to enjoy something quietly after your friends had abandoned you for love, you thought for a moment at that and while you didn't blame them you were still very bitter with the reality of it.

You found yourself just looking at the figure, the young man still far enough from you to where it was just a color of his blue yukata. The only light you had was from the bright moon and some of the hints of yellow and red lanterns from the festival that was not too far. You looked up towards Gojo Satoru as you were adjusting your sleeves. Your irritation was noticeable as you sighed before he made his way over to you.

You could see that Gojo Satoru was one who was very unfamiliar to you, his features were ones that were very rare among those who had the same black or brown eyes, maybe even green. Gojo’s eyes were ones that were an eclectic blue color that were a defining trait as they lit up through the darkness and called for attention all on their own in flurry of thick white eyelashes.

You could find yourself admitting, only to yourself at this moment, that Gojo was a handsome individual with pale white hair that fell and crafted his face with his pale complexion. Gojo was on the taller side, around six foot three inches and he was rather lean, his appearance was one that left you shocked as he was one that definitely stood out in a crowd.

"Hello." Gojo called out as he brought his hand up to lazily wave at you and continue making his way over to you. "Hi there." You greeted; a bit conflicting as you didn’t really want him here. You wanted to make sure he vacated the area as fast as he could, there was something about him that left you had drawn in his appearance. To be honest, it was his noticeable sapphire eyes, and you couldn't help but acknowledge his unnatural beauty with the features such as his white eyelashes and his perfect white hair that lulled your eyes.

You started to fall into this cycle of eyes, eyelashes, and hair. You were a bit lost in your mind and, yes, he was attractive for sure. You tried to remind yourself on the mission only for the cycle to keep you entranced once more. You had only one goal, and he was about to interrupt the fireworks starting in about a couple of hours. You decided to be more uninterested in him, knowing if you kept yourself in his proximity, it would only ruin what you hoped to see.

Why couldn’t you stop staring?

You really couldn’t help it, he looked extraterrestrial, a beauty that was one that promised things beyond your normal human life and take you beyond to see the galaxies that didn’t only lie in his extravagant eyes. Gojo took notice of the attention you had paid to his features, feeling the attention of his physical appearance was one that called for a soft smirk to fall onto his lips, the feeling of confidence oozed out his pores as he knew of his exceedingly good looks.

"You like what you're seeing?" Gojo would ask in a teasing tone. Gojo’s eyes were half lidded and conveyed mischievousness that left you in a flustered state while you felt your face began to heat up at the attention you were receiving. You mustered up some type of courage, scoffing at his words and rolling your eyes as you found yourself a bit put off by his behavior, nonetheless, he had caught you red handed.

"Let's say I have…" You started off, crossing your arms as you looked at the young man before you began to awkwardly smirk at his words and tossing your hands up as if you were at gun point. "It is kind of your fault for sneaking up on me." Gojo was amused by your playful response to his behavior. You were a bit put off by it, however he knew that you were just playing along with his attitude.

In Gojo’s eyes you were adorable, he didn’t pick up on your sarcasm not really ignoring yet he didn’t really understand your uninterested behavior in him, this only made him grin in response as he listened to your words. "Ah yes, I truly apologize. I'm sorry for scaring you." Gojo would say, the words leaving his mouth in a teasing tone before he put his hand over his mouth to let out a soft chuckle and you were only lost in his physical attributes.

"You better be." You smacked your tongue against the roof of your mouth to make 'tch' noise before you found yourself looking back over at the star filled sky that was lit up beautifully by the fact it was so far away from the illumination of the city. Satoru didn't mind your response as he continued to stay with you while you admired the stars. Gojo watched as you made your way across the bridge.

You sat down on the grass in the open meadow that was a fair distance away from the festival. You wanted to rest your legs, sighing once you were allowed the relief of the situation as you hoped he would go away once you walked away from him. To your dismay Gojo only watched with a soft grin on his face and then followed after a couple of minutes. In those minutes Gojo thought about everything that had happened to him and in many ways decided to make his way over to you, taking a seat next to you with him leaning back with both of his arms behind him.

Eventually, Gojo’s view came to face yours as he noticed that you were staring up at the stars, a faint shine in your eyes that he had noticed before when staring at you. The young man hadn’t told you that he had been lost in your reaction to him, alongside your looks as well, he couldn’t help but just watch you watch the stars.

You wanted to slam your skull into the dirt with the strength and ease to damage any chance in you remembering this.

The millions of questions bouncing around your skull was one that only made you more irritated by the young man’s existence as you felt his presence only a couple of inches away from you. Honestly, you could continue to sit there and question what you really wanted at this moment with his presence being one that was beginning to make your thoughts get overrun with contradictions/

‘I mean, it’s not like it’s that bad…He’s attractive? It doesn’t excuse it. There is something seriously weird with him wanting to be around me, maybe this is his spot and I’m intruding on him, and he just doesn’t want to give that up.’ You began to feel bad about this now, if he had been here before and just wanted to enjoy it then you had no real reason to complain as this spot was pretty good and you wouldn’t leave it either, you were a bit timid by such and thus you decided to just stare up at the sky to avoid talking. You found yourself so lost in the sky that you had so desperately wanted to be enveloped in.

This distracted you from Gojo's existence for a while, as you found yourself with sky imprinting in your eyes whilst you continued to stare up into the infinity of the stars. You were so lost in the stars as he slowly spoke up about it. "Seems you enjoy the night sky." Gojo spoke up, his tone still maintaining the playful sound he had used previously. "Mhm…" You told him lazily, honestly, you didn't want to be around Gojo in any way shape or form as you were lost in embarrassment and anger in yourself for not being able to properly adapt to someone like Gojo there.

You tried your hardest to distract yourself from Gojo’s presence, however, it seemed Gojo wasn’t letting you forget he was next to you no matter how much his mere presence itself had kept you on your toes. You really didn't know what to say, not like you didn't want to talk to him, you just didn't want him to make me miss the fireworks when they went off. So, you kept yourself distant from it all and continued to look into the night sky.

"I'm just waiting for the fireworks…" You explained softly, your lips pursed in anticipation as you found your hands falling to your side trying to stabilize yourself with nothing else to truly say, unbeknownst to you that Gojo was still quite interested in you regardless of your distance from him. Gojo was amused by you even when he soon realized that you were lost in your goal.

Gojo nodded along to your explanation as he waited as well for the fireworks. The young man then spoke up again as he tried to maintain a conversation with you. "Fireworks are a rather beautiful thing. It's always fascinating to watch their beauty as they light up the dark sky and bring forth beautiful colors into the black." Gojo would say as he continued looking at the night sky with you. Gojo wanted you to think he was smart, sophisticated even, there was a lot of feelings that had built up in him that had hoped he had made a positive impact to feel more comfortable in talking to him.

"It is very much one I long to see after seeing it from too far of a location…" You sighed to yourself, you were desperate to make sure that you wouldn’t miss these fireworks and that you wouldn’t be distracted by someone trying to interfere, Gojo found his head perking up at what you had said. “Is this your first time at a Festival?” Gojo asked before chirping, “It’s my first as well!” You found yourself now very conflicted by the situation as you no knew what his motives were.

Why is he here then?

You were lost in Satoru's words before answering him, “Yeah.” The wording that was used in Gojo’s explanation made you realize how many times you had really missed the beauty of fireworks. You couldn’t really say anything, now the question of why he was staying here with you was one that stayed dormant in my mind before you found yourself trying to gain the confidence to ask him a question.

Gojo was fighting against the other version of himself trying to continue his playful nature and to pursue you as a person. ‘They’re just a bit shy. We can do this!’ Gojo thought as he turned to look at you and yet, he found himself just staring at you for a minute. Unbeknownst to you, this was just an assessment on Gojo as a person as he came up to you, a random civilian, to just talk to someone he found interest in.

Yet, here Gojo was, finding himself a bit lost in what to say once he found his on yours pleaded for honesty and the look on your face was on that highlighted pure anxiety and uncomfortableness. The look on your face ate Gojo alive in those moments as he stared into your face.

Gojo quickly found his eyes darting away from yours, wanting to drop dead at the very thought of hurting you at this moment, he found his heart pounding violently against his chest before he found his eyes back on yours with this pleading look of wanting to tell you every thought that had raced through his mind and left his legs bouncing quickly at the idea of leaving you.

“Why are you staying here?” You found the phrasing leaving with such effortlessness that left you a bit scared by it, honestly, what could you say as you found yourself a bit worried by the sudden interest in you before Gojo saw the confliction on your face and he could see how you wanted him to be honest. All Gojo could do was continue to find this gnawing feeling at his heart while he tried to say something snarky, witty, or something to make you feel flustered.

In your eyes, the one that reflected the full moon with the grace of God, there was ache that shot into the young man’s heart as he found himself still lost in what was in front of him. "I, honestly, don’t know." Gojo spoke with honesty in his voice, a small yearning to be around you are causing him to feel confused and conflicted.

Stay with you? Why?

Gojo Satoru, the man who could rewrite the world with the simple flick of wrists, couldn’t answer such a question. Gojo couldn't explain and he was lost for words as he felt a feeling within him…A feeling he couldn't describe. The feeling that Gojo felt for you seemed so foreign to him, yet, he had come to realize it with the change in ideologies that had allowed him for an instance feel the emotions he had longed for.

This feeling, however, was one that brought him great burden. The familiar feeling that left the young man heart broken once before, it tore him apart violently, and all he could do was just find himself conflicted on the feelings that began to bubble up. You asked why he wanted to stay with you as if you already knew the true answer. A part of it was his feelings towards you, however, as he got so acquainted with the feeling that he had sworn off, he continued to find in your eyes.

“I like your company…” Gojo didn’t even know what their company was, if you were kind, wanting the attention, in a desperate need to escape from him, there was nothing that allowed him to find himself prepared for the words that came from his lips. You hummed at this, unfamiliar with the young man’s company yet, you decided not to deter him. You gave a small sympathetic smile that left Gojo with all the feelings from before washing away.

You found yourself looking back up at the sky, you had taken notice of how quiet to how the once o chatty young man went quiet after your question, you didn't truly know what to say as you found a bit in fear in the thick tension. You stumbled over things to say, questions to ask, your tongue was practically tying itself together whilst you tried to find the words to help save whatever the two of you could possibly be talking about at this moment.

"What made you want to come see the fireworks?" You questioned, your head turning to face Gojo with a soft look on your face that conveyed confusion and inquiry. Your eyes softened at the time of making eye contact, finding comfort in what seemed like a galaxy inside of Gojo’s eyes, with a soft smile pulling up the corners of my lips.

Gojo found himself perking up at this, the smile ignited something in him that wanted him to unleash all this energy that was low that now skyrocketed through his blood stream, his face looking back at yours with a larger smile whilst his face lit up like child’s. Gojo spoke in the same manner just as he did before. Calm, quiet yet confident in the words that escaped his mouth.

“I’ll be honest, I didn't really come for the fireworks. I mostly came for a chance to interact with other people since it was rather boring being at home. Besides, it's good to meet new people once in a while." Gojo said with a half-lidded look on his face, his eyes fluttering closed as he thought back on past memories, “It’s really hard to get out in the world, y’know?”

You nodded in agreement taking note of what he said, since the fireworks don't truly matter to him and in this moment, you took that chance to realize that he could potentially make you miss the fireworks. Nonetheless, you stayed by his side and allowed yourself to be around him and continuously absorb everything and all he had to offer to you for conversation at this moment.

"I never got the chance to see the fireworks up close." You said softly, "I wanted to see it with friends. Now I'm here…" ‘Alone.’ You thought to yourself, almost getting disrupted by it all once you realized your situation. Gojo looked towards you as he had to resist the urge to swoon at your voice when it softened. The way that you talked was so enchanting, “What about your friends?” You answered Gojo without hesitation, “With other people…”

Ouch.

Gojo felt as if he, and he alone, slaughtered the mood, it was gasping for air in his arms and he knew he needed to say something or anything to continue this conversation and be around you, "I know nothing of your friendship!” The white-haired boy blurted out, you jumped a bit at this before he quickly spoke up again, “I mean, I have friends…” You raised a brow at this, Gojo grew flustered at this fact and pushed himself in the conversation. “However, since you and I are…alone…at this moment.”

Gojo couldn’t get over the word that told of his loneliness, admitting outright was one that he still couldn’t fathom, and his spirits definitely depleted at the very idea that he was here sitting with a stranger, he looked over to you and found himself lost in your eyes once more. “We can see the fireworks together." Gojo spoke softly, you smiled at this, and he returned it, “I’d like that.”

Gojo saw the look that was back on your face as you spoke up about how you were alone. You looked at the sky as your eyes slowly parted from Gojo's, he yearned for you to look back at him and even more, he just wanted to see you once more just look at him with those eyes that slowly peeled him open like an envelope. "If I may ask, could I know your name?" The young man spoke up as he directed his look towards you once again.

You told Gojo your first name, quickly, you felt your fingertips fall on your lips before the young man raised brow at your behavior. You collected yourself quickly then told him your last name instead. "You have a nice name.” You nodded awkwardly, “Yeah.” The two of you left alone for a minute before Gojo spoke up again, “Is there a reason why you forget to introduce yourself with your last name and not your first name?" Gojo asked in a curious tone as he then paused to take note of the sigh that you made right after he pointed it out.

"No, I just…" Everything you were telling Gojo only made you feel even more embarrassed being around him, "I just don't meet new people often…" You found yourself lost in what to say as you then went back to staring into his as if he had relieved me of all of the pains in the world. Your head tilted a bit, the stars in his eyes whilst you laid in his, "What's your name?"

"I'm Gojo Satoru." Gojo spoke softly as he continued to get lost in you, your physical attributes that left him in awe that someone could walk the earth so perfectly. Gojo knew his staring was wrong, yet he could tell how you were looking at him longer than you should've as well. Gojo couldn’t truly pull away from it all, he found himself still needing to say everything that came to his mind the second it came to it, a hefty burden for such a talkative boy.

“You’re staring…”

"I guess I am."

"They're…" You found yourself just staring into them, they were such a surreal shade of blue and so much of its beauty was one that rivaled the stars above the two of you. "They're very inhuman." You said softly, you were almost in a phase where the act of looking in was one you could not combat thus leaving you speechless as you found yourself just staring at the beauty that was Gojo Satoru.

Gojo couldn’t help but laugh only for him to snort like a pig, it was such an embarrassing moment for the young man as he found his hands coming to collapse his face, it left you looking at the boy in disbelief. You both flinched away from one another when the noise left his throat, Gojo covered his mouth whilst your lips begin to get wobbly as you tried to conceal the laugh that was about shoot out of your mouth, the two of you continuing to look at one another before you couldn’t contain yourself and began to laugh hysterically.

Gojo’s embarrassment quickly diminished upon looking at your face, the smile that graced his eyes was one that would keep the societal standards of true human perfection, enjoying watching the smile begin come across your face. It was the only look he ever wanted to see on your face. Gojo found himself just letting you laugh at him, anything for you, he kept his full attention to you as he waited to see what you would do next.

After a while you noticed Gojo just staring as if he was mesmerized by something, you couldn’t help but feel your smile soften before you began to ask Gojo his age and about his schooling with you relaying the same info back to him. Gojo nodded slowly as he spoke, "Well, then I would guess that you are in your final year in high school then, right?" Gojo asked as he brought his hands behind his head as he looked at you through his half-lidded eyes that were filled with a sense of curiosity.

You sighed to yourself, "Sadly, I am in my last year." you huffed, this summer was made for you to have the memories, here you were chatting to some stranger. You were a bit conflicted about your feelings, and even more, you were starting to question where your goals lie with this realization.

It wouldn’t be long before the fireworks started, calling out by an intercom in the area, you were overjoyed by the reality that ran from the feelings of loneliness you had once before. You had found yourself in a comfortable silence with Gojo, it gave you the chance to think about this moment and everything that led you here before you found yourself hearing the chatter of those from afar coming to take their place for the fireworks.

While they were still far away, they were still loud, you found yourself slowly looking back and looking at some people that enjoyed one another such as children on shoulders and couples holding hands. You felt this pang of jealousy run through you. Gojo followed your eyes, the look of all those surrounded by the presence and affections of others was one unfamiliar with following a month since the incident, he looked over with this feeling of belonging.

Gojo’s eyes fell, wandering for a bit before they found your hand that was placed on the ground, he was hypnotized by such ideas of physical touch that the act of handholding caused Gojo to sweat bullets violently. The young man thought for a moment and quickly dismissed all thoughts of holding with his leaky palms. Gojo watched as you slowly turned back and putting your hands in your lap and looking back up at the stars that surrounded you.

Satoru saw you and the way that your face had changed. The look of disappointment that had cradled it was one all to familiar in his memories as he found himself back on the pavement with his fist clenched whilst his friend walked away from him, he found your eyes resembling the same vivid feeling of anguish and resentment, he was quick to direct his attention to you.

"Do you feel lonely by any chance? To be watching a sight such as watching fireworks alone." Gojo spoke in a slightly sorrowful tone, these emotions were only familiar to those of that day he was tossed away. Gojo knew that this was wrong, nipping at his skin before he found himself so overwhelmed by the feeling, needed to help you.

"Yeah…" You said softly, still looking at the sky before you questioned Gojo, "Do you feel lonely?" You found your head falling to look at Gojo, "You're not here with any friends or family…" The young man found himself softly sighing, he couldn’t really dodge the question, "As much as I would love to say I don't, I do." Gojo spoke in a more serious tone than usual as there wasn't a soft smile that accompanied his response.

There was some sort of sadness surrounding his tone of voice and the look that he was giving you. It seemed as if he felt alone most of the time, even though he had all the company and attention of those of his world, the one and only he could only want was one that had long left him. Gojo seemed to be a bit hurt by your question, he felt a bit ashamed for feeling alone most of the time even though he wasn't truly alone with you there, he looked up into your eyes with a softness unfamiliar to you at this moment.

With you unable to find the words to talk to Gojo, you felt it was best to give him this time before you directed yourself back over to the fireworks that were being lit at the moment, you found yourself at the edge of your seat as you found your eyes enlarging at the sound the firework shooting up and the pop noise that came after to leave you the sight you had longed for so long.

The bright lights, the designs, and all the rapidly changing colors that were illuminating the area and bringing you more joy than you could ever conjure in your years as you continued to find yourself so lost in the fireworks before you. The way the bright and colorful lights bounced off your skin was one that allowed you to feel much joy and even more comfort in the fact of how much you were enjoying this.

Gojo found himself snapped out of this phase once the first firework launched, he had seen many fireworks and in fact could think back on the many explosions he’s seen, yet none of those scenes could compete with the one right next him. The white-haired boy looking over to you. Your emotions were written on your face as your smile was one of joy, your tears were there, and your beauty was one to adore. This spot certainly brought out many different emotions in you as you just saw something so beautiful.

You felt overjoyed, seeing the fireworks. They were amazing and had a certain beauty and elegance to them that you didn't expect to see tonight. Satoru saw you and how your smile was beginning to widen. Your eyes were filled with such joy which showed you were truly happy. If there was anyone, he could want to see in this moment alongside him, he’d wish for his friend yet, your face came up whenever this feeling began to overtake him.

Gojo looked at your face, no words to describe how lost he was in it and what had entrapped in this stare, he knew that it was one that gave him this new look on the way he found human life so memorable. The simple fact you were so determined to see the fireworks was one he admired, he watched as your emotions were ones that gave him the same type of feeling from an old friend of his, and the fact you had stayed with him this far was one he applauded.

Gojo wanted so bad for you to be in this moment as he couldn't help but smile as well as he looked at everything that was unfolding in front of him. This night had been beautiful and amazing so far. However, Gojo could see it going even better. Gojo was lost in the moment with you. In the way that you spoke about the fireworks and how they filled you with joy. Gojo couldn't take his eyes off of you until he found himself getting up, you raised a brow at this and reached out for Gojo before he turned around and looked down at you with a small tilt of his head, the look on you face left his motor skills impaired.

Gojo was presented this small pout on your lips, this longing looks in your eyes, and the sound of your voice when you asked him if he was going to leave. The hint of sadness in your face left Gojo with the feeling that stayed embedded in him for such a long time, you found yourself slowly letting go of his yukata once realizing he wasn’t going to stay.

Gojo found himself lost in al his feeling, a push to run away from it and to continue to pursue a future where those he cared for smiled on him, he thought for a moment on everything he could have truly done in all the things that had plagued his life from birth such as the powers that were engraved into his back with nothing but shrapnel and the fact that the world was the way it was that left him with no hopes for anything in his lifetime as he hoped for the future be brighter for those in his and the human world.

Gojo didn’t waste any time snatching up your wrist, you gasped whilst he did so and you called out Gojo’s name in confusion, he pulled you up effortlessly and hooked his arm underneath your knees. “Let's go see the fireworks.” You raised a brow at this, anxiety plaquing your face as before Gojo closed his eyes softly and brought you closer to him, you instinctively wrap your arms around Gojo’s neck before hearing a firework launch.

In those seconds, Gojo began to pull up all the energy he could conjure just to find himself in the dark and empty sky, he put his feet down on the ‘ground’ before calling to you. You were still in his arms, a bit shocked by why he held you this way, you questioned Gojo before you looked down and tried to stop yourself jumping out of his arms in fear.

You were in pure shock at where the two of you were. Yet, all questions were ones that were answered quickly when a bright light came rushing up from under you and Gojo causing you to yelp out in fear. Gojo quickly teleported out of the way, the two of you left in shock as you clutched your chest while Gojo had begun to laugh hysterically as he found the fear on your face the funniest thing to have blessed his eyes before you finally let your eyes open to look at the bright light shooting before you, after finding his footing he looked down at you with a large smile and the brightest eyes.

“You like the view?”

You were lost for words, honestly, what could you have possibly said in this moment before a firework sound shot past the two of you and before your eyes. You couldn’t help but find your mouth falling slowly agape at the bright light before you, similar to the sparklers of the kids you saw from on the balcony, only that it was bigger and the light in your face was the equivalent to a large fire.

You hadn’t known Gojo would be using his power, Infinity, to slow down the firework to allow you to see it in more detail. Nothing could bring Gojo more joy than to watch your eyes light up at the fireworks that surrounded you, too far for anyone to below to you see you both, you indulge in your luck with your eyes continuing to find themselves large and bright.

You and Gojo would be up there for awhile, you were still shaking when Gojo teleported back to the spot, you felt your blood rush and you were overjoyed by it all. “Gojo! That was amazing! Oh my god-!” You exclaimed, cutting yourself off with laughter, as you look down at your hands still shaking you turned to look over at Gojo with your eyes bulging out of your sockets.

“Did you see them, Gojo?” Gojo sighed, “Sadly, I was making sure you didn’t fall out of my arms.” It wasn’t sad. It was one that left Gojo in utter shambles at the fact he was bringing you so much joy, in fact, he could have been found out right there and killed in that spot with nothing holding hm to this world and bringing him back as a vengeful spirit. “A bit disappointed this will only be for one night…” You raised a brow at this, “It doesn’t have to be just for one night…” You smiled at Gojo, a large warm one that painted him pink, “We can do this yearly, if you want.”

Gojo had to contain his excitement, “I would like that very much.” The young man said cooly, holding back all his giddiness in the fact he would see you once more, the message imprinted in his mind that you wanted to be around for years was one that left the young man in the purest form of happiness that had gave him the sense of familiarity with you before you had to remind him of your predicament.

Gojo looked at you with the softest eyes until you told him the news, “The fireworks are finished, I have to go meet up with my friends…” You said softly, this crushed the young man, yet he hid it remarkably, “Of course.” You then began to distance yourself, looking at him with a pleading look in your eyes while your actions spoke against it, “We’ll meet at the same spot.” You reminded him, only to feel as if you were forgetting something.

You quickly turned your body back to Gojo and ran to over to hm, launching yourself at him and holding him tight. Gojo returned this hug, a soothing rub against your back before you pulled away and began to walk backwards, “Don’t forget me!” You told Gojo, he nodded eagerly as his features began to soften with the idea of seeing you once more, you found yourself a safe distance away from him where you began to make your way back over to the festival lights that left Gojo near the bridge.

Ever since then, Gojo had returned without fail to the bridge to watch the fireworks, even bringing Megumi to come see them annually as he relayed the story to him on the way to the festival as he did all the things for Megumi, he did for you and continued to come back even in his older years. It had been years since the two of you first met, now, he was bringing his students to go see the fireworks you both watched on that day.

“Wow, that’s a long time.” Yuji commented as Nobara was in awe by the story, “It’s very sweet that you come to visit them every year.” The two were fascinated by the story, practically launching out of the car to go to the festival which left Megumi and Gojo alone for the moment, Megumi looked at the man who had been raising them these past years with the same look he always had on these days they headed to the festival, Gojo took notice of staring before humming.

“Hm?” Gojo smiled as he adjusted the yukata that held the same design from all those years prior with it being adjusted to him with the years going on, “The same one?” Megumi raised a brow at before Gojo nodded eagerly, “How else will they recognize me?” The two then made their way through the festival as the group enjoyed the sight and then made their way over to the spot where Gojo once was.

“You think they’ll come this year?” Megumi question, a softness in his tone as he felt he was treading on cracked ice, he looked at Gojo with a genuine curiousness before Gojo only sighed to himself still holding the smile from before. “Most likely not.” Gojo said with the words leaving his lips carelessly as he found himself at ease just being in the location.

“What happened to them?” Megumi questioned, Gojo found it easy to answer with his blindfold on, “The same thing that always happens.” The raven-haired boy hadn’t understood the concept of this trip, watching his friends run off to the food stalls in confliction,

“Then why do you come here?”

You hadn’t come to visit him since that night, and while he knew he had no real choice but accept what was the truth, there was a feeling that lingered in soul that you were not too far.

“It’s still nice just to be here though, right?” Gojo asked Megumi, going for his hair and lightly ruffling it before directing his attention back to the sky that always remained the same no matter how many years, as the older man’s eyes stayed targeted on the sky whilst Megumi told the man softly, “Yeah. I guess so.” The young boy let Gojo have this moment, keeping silence as he watched the sky alongside the man.

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[feytouched]

no astarion bc i romanced him last time so he and ryn will only ever be platonic rogue rivals/besties! and lae'zel called her a hoe lol so i think that ship has also sailed..

about ryn: she's here for a good time not a long time. insanely overconfident in her own abilities, very dexterous and charismatic, low wisdom and strength. was the youngest child for most of her life and still has baby sibling energy. good with kids. raised in elturel but left before the descent. was a con artist in baldur's gate before getting yoinked (she would pretend to be nobility to go to parties and steal all their valuables). i might multiclass her into warlock. flirts with everyone just for the fun of it.

propaganda / current relationship with each companion under the cut (beware of spoilers)

shadowheart: they have a situationship going on but ryn is impatient and very flirty so she's not taking it very seriously. shadowheart might be a little too serious for her currently? though she has a silly streak that shows more later on that's really sweet. plus they're cute together.. pink gf and goth gf <33 and in the long run i think they're v balanced, shadowheart has the wisdom that ryn lacks lol

wyll: she was a con artist pretending to be a noble. he was a noble with a secret hero persona. excellent parallels!! in baldur's gate she always heard about the blade of frontiers so when she finally met him she had a bit of an instant crush. they're getting closer to one another now but in the long run i think they're both a little lacking in the wisdom department, so when the fairytale gives way to reality idk if it's that solid a match. i just think it would be funny if the con artist married the actual duke ravengard. but the duke ending has its drawbacks for other companions....... iykyk. i like his avernus ending better bc idt wylll would suit being a politician that much but ryn probs would not go :(

gale: max approval with him already somehow... ryn finds him fun to tease and also is curious about magic since she's not really a magic user herself

karlach: they're not super close yet but karlach makes her feel safe

halsin: she flirted with him at the grove party but then again she flirted with every single individual there so... it might have been the wine talking

other: minthara is alive so maybe when we get to her in act 2..? idk. and ryn is on board w/ the tadpole stuff so far so who knows re: the emperor LMAO. or! maybe she just stays single? tell me in the replies

tbh this is a two-horse race between wyll and shadowheart, with gale possibly being a contender too. help me decide pls

#bg3 tav #bg3 oc #oc: ryn #bg3 #birdko plays bg3

[gleecycore]

my favorite placements on my friends

2nd house libra venus @ 15°

i really like her libra venus placement. libra is ruled by venus, the planet of love, beauty, sensuality, pleasure and harmony. she’s very kind and has a big heart. she’s very beautiful as well, the way she talks can get her in trouble because she be talking people out their pants because of how flirty she comes off. she’s a pleaser but not in a toxic way, she just wants you to feel good if you’re one of her close people (duh me). her having her venus placement at home or ‘domicile’ is just so fitting i feel. venus is a very feminine planet and it being in the house of values, the 2nd house implies she has strong values and enjoys the finer things in life. she’s all about her kate spade yk. venus attracts effortlessly and it being in the 2nd house suggests she’s practical and down-to-earth. her venus being in libra means libra energy can roam freely and is very potent. it being at a gemini degree, 15°, it deals with a lot of ‘twos’ or double and i think it goes well with libra because it’s not only both air signs but libra is represented by the scales that has two sides that balance out. she’s a lover girl so the fact that she has this placement really suites her so well.

1st house aquarius sun @ 18°

i thought i didn’t vibe well with aquarius suns until i met her fr. aquarius is ruled by saturn and uranus; saturn is the planet of order, maturity, restriction, and discipline while uranus is the planet of brilliance, rebellion, uniqueness, and technology. i’ll tell ya, if i’m not seeing a certain perspective, she’ll tell me! :D aquarius is an air sign, so strong mental abilities, lots of ideas and very creative people. i can concur! she’s so intellectual; i’m actually learning a lot about astrology and tarot from her! very spiritual, very intuitive. she’s very good at sharing the knowledge she possesses. i love learning from her. aquarius is a fixed sign, they’re stable and determined, goal-oriented i feel. when she sets her mind to some short term goal, like doing six readings in one day, she’ll see thru to it as best as she can and so far, she’s delivered and done so efficiently. being in the sun tho, it’s in it’s detriment which is sort of at a disadvantage. they tend to focus on rationality and objectivity with the influence of their traditional ruler saturn, appearing more detached and aloof. at a virgo degree, 18° she’s a helper! she loves helping people. i love her aquarius sun because she just has this duality to her being different and original yet reserved and humble about it.

1st house sagittarius rising @ 28°

i’m lucky to have met her, or to even have a place in her life. sagittarius ascendant! sagittarius is ruled by jupiter which is the planet of expansion, luck, and abundance. being the first house, which is all about your physical personality such as appearance, temperament, behavior, and first impressions, she’s a free spirit and needs space to roam around and do her own thing. sagittarius is a fire sign, which is passionate and she’s very passionate alright. #number1 iykyk. sagittarius is mutable sign which are thinkers and they know change is on the horizon; they’re quite flexible and open-minded. and lemme tell ya! she’s so open-minded and so understanding. at a cancer degree, 28° she gives a very motherly vibe. and the fact that her jupiter is in cancer too is so cute to me. she does have a very nurturing energy and aura about her, very mother of her. even though she wants no children which i find so funny. this cancer degree really gives that feminine touch to her aesthetic. i really like her sagittarius rising because it’s reminds me of warmth and being around her makes me feel so warm and fuzzy because the love is just there :)

but yeah! obviously i love all these girls to death like i know there are other placement in their charts that make them multidimensional. this was fun to do tho :3

#libra venus #aquarius sun #sagittarius rising #friends #astrology #astro observations

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Pure & Renowned (Pt. 2)

Ship: Sinclair Bryant x Corey Kennan

Word Count: 1720

Summary: The (lengthy) part two to Pure & Renowned, in which Corey is invited to the estate Sinclair lives on and the two officially begin dating, set a month after part one. CWs for food mentions, some feelings of anxiety, some very vague allusions to canon iykyk. Part two of two.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

During the following weeks, Corey and Sinclair met like clockwork in that cafe, swapping ice-breakers and learning about each other’s worlds. Sinclair learned Corey lived in a tiny studio apartment and worked at a thrift shop, but what he really wanted was to be able to survive off of his art. He learned that Corey was from America, but his specific mental cocktail had him quickly picking up a mix of local accents and unintentionally assimilating well into his new environment with this “neat party trick.” For once, Sinclair did not feel the need to fill any potential dead air with his usual ramblings, even when Corey willingly spoke much less than him. Of course, when asked about himself, Sinclair did his best to avoid talking too much of his past and instead focused on his wide array of interests, from natural disasters to multi-language literature.

After a month of this, Sinclair invited Corey out to the estate for lunch and a grand tour. Today was the day; Corey sat in the back of a cab, watching rolling green countryside drift by the tinted windows. Frankly, he was nervous, travelling this far out of the city, alone, but Sinclair had assured him via call that he would be waiting for them when they got there. He couldn’t help but gasp as the cab finally pulled up to a vast and gorgeous home, all pale brick and glittering windows. He paid his fare and exited, relief spreading through him as Sinclair rushed down the gravel path, waving his thanks to the cab driver as they pulled away. He grabbed Corey’s hands excitedly.

“Corey, my friend, welcome! How was the drive?”

“Quiet,” Corey spoke truthfully, his cheeks warming up and his smile coming easily. “And without mishap, thankfully, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long--”

“No, no, you’re right on time. One of my neighbours, Edwinna, has prepared a lovely banquet, I hope it’s to your liking.”

Hand-in-hand, Sinclair led them through the house and into a three-season room where a large table had been set with numerous foods and birds fluttered about the rafters.

“Everyone, this is Corey Kennan. Corey, this is everyone.”

They traded polite greetings and sat down. Corey’s nerves returned as he eyed the meal before him, unsure of what was “safe” and what wasn’t, frightened by the unfamiliarity of it all. Quietly clearing his throat, he set to stacking things onto his plate.

“It looks delicious,” he half-fibbed, trying to remain positive. After all, Sinclair had so graciously invited him, he didn’t want to offend him over something that shouldn’t be that big of a deal. It didn’t take long for Sinclair to dominate the conversation amongst his peers, chattering on about whatever he hadn’t told Corey yet this week and keeping the energy high and light. However, they were still glad when the food began to disappear and people began to excuse themselves, prompting Sinclair to stand and offer Corey his hand once more.

“Shall we begin the tour?”

Swallowing the last bite of a meat-based dish that he found tolerable, Corey nodded and stood, taking Sinclair’s hand in his.

“Oh yes, please. I’ve never been in a house so big!”

Sinclair chuckled happily and the two set off, first making a stop at his kitchen, where he opened his freezer and pulled out a white cup with a thin plastic seal on top. “Italian Ice?” He offered. “I’ve got Lemon or Raspberry.”

“Lemon, please. Thank you.”

Sinclair nodded and picked up a second cup, handing it to Corey before closing the freezer and turning to a drawer, retrieving two spoons. “I presume you can walk and eat, yes, a mind as vast as yours?”

“I can try my best.” They grinned and opened the cold treat, following Sinclair out onto the lawn where he began to explain the history of each building on the land. Most of them were houses, belonging to Sinclair’s unique, passionate, and stupidly rich neighbours, but there was also a church and a library, almost as if the estate were its own little village.

“As you can imagine, I’m actually quite dull in comparison. I thought I’d stand out like a sore thumb amongst these pricks, what a laugh. I bet I’m even the poorest one fortunate enough to live here.”

“You’re also quite young compared to them, don’t you think?” Corey quirked up his eyebrow as he slurped up a spoonful of lemon ice. Sinclair appeared confused.

“I mean… I’m forty-five…” He shrugged, reaching for the back of his neck. “Some would consider that ‘old.’”

Corey scoffed. “No way! You’re farther from a hundred than you are from twenty, Sinclair, you’re not old. Your neighbours must be grandparents at this point!” He then laughed, beaming, and Sinclair felt as if he were walking on air. He couldn’t help it, gazing at his friend with a smitten expression. They continued, walking away from the houses and down toward the river that bordered the edge of the property, complete with a dock where expensive-looking boats bobbed silently in the green water.

“Do you own one of these?” Corey asked, bending down to pick up a smooth stone from the riverbank.

“Oh, yes, but I know nothing about them. That’s why I have Fernando, my ship captain. I’d have him take us down the stream, but he’s off today.”

“Fancy that. The man who’s fascinated by everything doesn’t know anything about one subject,” Corey teased, attempting to skip the stone across the water. It bounced twice before plunging into the depths. “Ahh, I was never good at this.”

“Just because I’m interested in things doesn’t mean I have a big enough head to retain everything that could ever be known about those things. Let me try.” Sinclair smiled and handed off his raspberry ice before scanning the dirt for his own stone. Selecting one and winding his arm back, he gave it a good sling, watching the rock skip halfway across the water before sinking- much farther than Corey’s had gone.

“I’d applaud you but I don’t want to drop the ice.”

The two dissolved into pleasant giggles, and Sinclair was suddenly sure he did not want Corey to leave, at least not anytime soon.

“Is there anything else you’d like to do or know about?” He asked, taking his ice back.

“Well, maybe it’d just be nice to sit for a moment. Conversing or not, I don’t care. Sometimes it’s fun just to watch the world go by… and sometimes it’s terrifying.” Corey shrugged. Sinclair nodded, pausing to admire him some more before waving his hand and starting forward.

“Come on, then. There’s a bench in the shade around here somewhere.”

And so they sat, finishing their flavoured ice and watching Sinclair’s neighbours mill about. The ones closer in age to him had young children, presumably the grandchildren of the older individuals living on the estate. It wasn’t all silence, with Sinclair telling Corey about the wood the bench was made out of, leading to them discussing their favourite types of trees, and Corey insisting Sinclair look up at the clouds and try to imagine what he saw in their ever-changing shapes. When they finished their treats, they set the cups on the ground beside the bench, resting the spoons inside. When they sat back up, their hands fell on top of each other’s on the bench, prompting them to look at each other.

“I really like you, Sinclair,” Corey admitted, not moving his hand. Sinclair smiled.

“I think you’re bloody fantastic, myself, Corey.”

There was a long but not uncomfortable pause, filled with the now-distant sounds of the river and wild, screaming children.

“I don’t mean to move too fast, but…” Corey began. Sinclair’s heartbeat quickened at those words, his eyes widening slightly. They looked away. “No, forget it… I wouldn’t want to throw away what we’ve got going on now for something that might…”

“Tell me. What is it you want to say?” Sinclair forced himself to say it. Yes, he was terrified of the answer, but he wanted to hear it. Corey bit his lip, then slowly looked back at him again.

“You really want to know?”

“Of course. Your mind is like… a top-of-the-line picturehouse. I’d buy a ticket just for the experience.”

Corey blushed, staring deeply into Sinclair’s russet brown eyes. “I was wondering if we could date. Do you… do you like me like that?”

It was as if a fireworks factory had been set ablaze inside Sinclair’s body, and for once he was created speechless. Still, he hated the worried look spreading over Corey’s round features and forced himself to speak, sounding all too serious. “I only have one question.”

“Yes, Sinclair?”

He swallowed. “Do you have any siblings?”

Corey regarded him bewilderedly. “Wha…? No, I don’t have any siblings. Only child, closest thing I have is a cousin who I love dearly… why do you ask??”

Sinclair exhaled, comforted and relaxing just a bit. “No reason. No reason at all.” Absently, he reached up and caressed Corey’s cheek. Flustered, Corey leaned into the touch. “Yes. Let’s try this dating thing. I can’t reveal too much, it pains me a great bit, but my last relationship was akin to a dumpster fire.”

“Oh, Sinclair, I’m so sorry--”

“You didn’t know. But I do like you an awful lot, and I certainly wouldn’t mind having you in my life more consistently. Speaking of which, there’s an extra room I’ve been renovating but I’ve no clue what to do with it, so I was wondering, would you like a real studio? You know, for your art?”

Corey covered his mouth with his fingers. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Sinclair, you are too much.” They happily embraced him, wrapping their arms around his shoulders and burying their face in his neck. Hesitantly, he hugged them back, squeezing them tight and letting his eyes close, inhaling their scent. How comforting it was in this moment.

“Maybe it’s because the world doesn’t have enough.”

“Enough what, Sinclair?” Corey asked, pulling back.

“Just enough, in general. Shall we do dinner on Friday? Six’o’clock? Six-thirty?”

“Oh, damn, I close the thrift shop then… I won’t be off until eight.”

“Fine by me. We’ll just order take-out.”

“That sounds wonderful, Sinclair. Really, truly wonderful.”

#self shipping #self shipping community #self insert #self insert x canon #self x canon #self insert oc #oc x canon #f/o #fictional other #s/i x f/o #circus scripts #📈Life’s Eccentricities🍴 #🍔🎬.s/i

[chanstopher]

(for some reason I can ask via my fan account(

But I just want to say I feel you with the stay and KPop fandom comments. I see so many taking it too far and can't seem to recognise that they are creating parasocial relationships in their heads and narrative around situations they had a 2% outsider view of what's happened - and yet they act like they are coming from facts and reading the minds of others. I find it baffling.

I'm a LOT older, but it's always been nice connecting to those from different age groups via fandoms before. However, KPop ones really push me away from engaging. I try and recall back to my younger days with being in fandoms of pop groups and whilst there may have been issues between people from time to time, I don't recall anything to the level I see in Kpop where people get lynched and fans seemed to have had a firm grasp of reality and their place in terms of being a fan and crossing a celebrities boundaries. I don't think KPop stan's behaviour to be new, but in the age of social media and information being so easily accessible, it seems to have amplified certain types of behaviours and attitudes or, probably more likely, groomed and encouraged certain fan attitudes. I dunno.

someday tumblr will work fully. idk if its a sideblog or just tumblr being insane lol

I do feel like in the 2010"s it was a lot easier to find a corner of any fandom you could just be happy in, but with how many (negative) opinions ppl project constantly now its a lot harder, and then we all get sad about lack of engagement without thinking that maybe its the vobes we give off. like if ur rude or closed off or wont take someone elses opinion ppl are going to be afraid to engage and its sad. when i have a 1d blog i had maybe 4k followers at its peak and i would have dozens of asks a day because ppl were so engaged with everything all the time. now if someone dislikes a song they get death threats lmao. i think its why i make sure to answer asks and talk to anyone who tries to talk to me, i dont want ppl to have such a sad fandom experience. I remember being so excited when big accounts talked to me and were kind and helpful that i always felt like it was part of the experience. like the bigger my blog is the more i feel responsible for being accessible and welcoming because i want that so much for other ppl. i just dont get the amount of hostility and bitchiness that comes alnog with social media now. not that i dont get pissed off or dislike things or even ppl, i just try not to focus on it beyond the necessity (like ppl stealing content or stories)

i will say i find it to be such a weird thing that when i was a teen liking 1d i was so excited they had adult fans (as long as it wasnt weird ppl iykyk) but now a 15 year old will be like you who are the same age as that idol how weird for you to like them?! and im like...... what? i hated ppl thinking the things i liked were a teen or childhood phase when i was young and now ppl get so aggressive about it in the opposite way i get so confused lol in the end im just happy to have my happy little corner where i can ignore all of the weird ass behavior the rest of the internet seems so happy to engage in lol

#drm.ask #abodyofexpression

[mayihaveyournameplease]

TIMING: current PARTIES: Siobhan & Beau LOCATION: Tupperware SUMMARY: An unusual fae pair work together to escape and unwelcomed kidnapping. CONTENT WARNINGS:  Unsanitary tw. WRSPICE because IYKYK.

Siobhan didn’t sleep much; the night was for having fun and the day was for having fun and there was no time left to not have fun. Terrible things happened when Siobhan wasn’t having fun, anyway. So, when she did sleep, hopefully so thoroughly exhausted that dreams didn’t dare to knock on her skull, she coveted the time; it was sacred. When the smell of varying stale foods flooded her nose and pulled her up from sleep, she was angry. When she looked around and noted the thick, cloudy plastic walls and bright blue ceiling above, she was livid. Siobhan screamed; if anyone was asleep before, they certainly weren’t now. The plastic, for its part, simply quivered a little—being reinforced by its trips through the microwave, into the freezer and the fridge and then back into the microwave. It technically wasn’t freezer safe but that hadn’t stopped it from showing up in the freezer. 

Little Beau Beep was counting sheep. They danced and pranced in his dreams, and every time he got close to one it would snap its teeth at him. “I’ll turn you all into lamp chops!” He declared, pulling a flamethrower from the dimension dream items came from. Dinner was cooked well done. Deep in slumber, a cartoon figure donned in a sleeping cap with a singular puff at the end, and a onesie, buttflap unfortunately unflapped. The smell of old food wasn’t what woke him, it lingered well with the greasy feast he was partaking in. Instead, he woke up relaxed, and happy. A big stretch and a yawn, eyes blinking wearily. “Good morning world.” He announced, as if he was the star from which the universe revolved around. It wasn’t his bedroom he caught sight of. Beau blinked, rubbing the slumber from his eyes and eyes darting around. “I am not cheesed to be here.” He mumbled in his plastic container. Spotting another contained individual, Beau raised a hand in greeting. “Hello! There seems to be a mistake. I shouldn’t be here. Haha! I’m going to be late for work! Haha.” 

There weren’t many people Siobhan decided she hated upon first sight. To hate someone was usually far more care and attention she wanted to give. Yet, as a chill struck down her spine with the familiarity meeting another fae often did, and as he laughed the way that was too fake and utterly useless, Siobhan decided she hated him. Perhaps it wasn’t fair, they were stuck in a plastic container and that was sure to be what was really souring her mood. She forced herself to smile, in a way that was also too fake, and tried to be polite. “Unfortunately, I’m not the person that put you here! So I can't get you out. Haha.” She imagined jamming his head under the lip of the lid; she imagined it squeezing and popping off like a pea freed from its pod. The image brought her peace. “I’m also not…” she sighed. “…cheesed to be here.” She stepped closer to the man, despite herself. “You wouldn’t happen to know how to get out, would you? I would like to leave.” She paused. “Haha.” 

The tingle down Beau’s spine told him that this was another fae, which was nice. Beau hadn’t made many fae friends since coming to Wicked’s Rest. He had met that dumb fae child, but she was a lost cause. Then there was the Doctor fae that kept turning him down. Beau had stolen the knowledge that he was fae from her, so they couldn’t bond over that. Then there was the goat, who didn’t like him. All these Ls and Beau never couldn’t figure out why. Maybe this fae was a chance at redemption. “Haha!” Beau responded, at least this fae had a good nature. Full of laughs! Even if her laughs sounded a bit dry and flat. “Seems like we’ll be tasked with figuring out how to get out ourselves, haha!” He placed his hands on his hips, very much looking like that one construction worker who only ever watched as the others constructed. Beau turned in a slow circle, staring up at the plastic lid. “It would appear we are in very large tupperware.” Beau announced, as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing he could have said, and it was something helpful. “I’m just swissed about this. Haha!” His forced smile burned his cheeks. Beau did the most manly thing he could think of, he kicked the plastic container with his foot. His foot was only covered by the onesie foot. His toes crushed into the plastic causing him to topple over and curse with pain. “I HATE THIS I FUCKING HATE THIS.” He screamed into the air, before remembering he wasn’t alone. One cough. Two coughs. “I mean. Haha.”

“Haha,” Siobhan said plainly, using the idiotic phrase to hide the anger that roiled inside of her. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, saying ‘haha’ was an easy way to stop herself from saying ‘I don’t care if you’re a fae I’m going to skin you alive and use your flesh as a wreath’. “Haha.” Watching him hurt himself was nice, like a sitcom one might leave to play in the background; amusing enough but largely a waste of time. Even if the live studio audience in her head broke out in laughter, the more sensible director was keen on keeping them on task. As this man was a fae, despite his obvious flaws, Siobhan decided she would pretend like she cared about him. “Oh! You poor, sweet thing!” She walked very slowly to his side, bending down to try and help him out. “Your toe! Oh, how that must have hurt--this terrible, evil box wants to destroy your strong manly foot. Oh! If only you could use your big, smart brain to get us out of here. Oh! If only, maybe, you could stand on my shoulders and see if the lid will lift!” She smiled tightly at him. “Haha.” She was thinking his eyes would look lovely in a jar. 

The throbbing pain in his big toe was infuriating. He hopped around on his good foot for a bit while the other fae started talking. The fae, a woman, she was hot. A bit old looking for his normal tastes, but he could forgive a fae for aging since she was so nice. Beau preened as she doted on him, calling him strong and manly. He is strong and manly. He definitely could use all his big strong manly brain power to get them out of the box. Beau put his hands on his hips, he’d seen superheroes do it on posters and he was about to be the savior of this woman’s world, it seemed fitting. “Have no fear. You should stand on my shoulders. Since I’m so strong and manly. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself with effort. Besides, I like a woman on top.” He added a wink, just to let her know that if she was interested in staying in this weird large tupperware container with him, he wouldn’t be against it.

The man looked like a simple tap would have him keeled over, Siobhan didn’t want to think about what having the full weight of someone on his shoulders would do to him. Thankfully, at least, she had fallen asleep in the same clothes she’d gone out in, so there was no free show for Beau if he decided to look up between her legs; pants could be a wonderful thing. “Oh, but shouldn’t we uplift men?” She tried to smile; she didn’t enjoy the fact her words seemed to work so well on him. “In this current political climate, shouldn’t men stand on top of women and push up heavy tupperware lids? What if my weak woman arms can’t do it?” Siobhan might have been born over a hundred years ago, but growing up in a matriarchal society that largely sacrificed its men had given her a very pointed view of the sexes; it was a very spider-like idea of feminism. Even joking in this manner had her stomach twisted into knots; she’d have to be careful about how she was complimenting the sad, small man. “I don’t want to damage your…” Siobhan gestured to his sad excuse for muscles. “...manly shoulders.” 

Beau’s chest started to puff out with each passing statement coming out of her mouth. This was a woman chasing after his own heart. Beau bravely ignored the throbbing in his left foot and straightened his back, chasing that extra inch that he knew would make him all the more handsome and impressive in her eyes. “I don’t say this a lot, but you might be the smartest woman I’ve ever met.” His tongue slipped against his upper lip. He’d seen tiktoks of younger men doing the same sign to look attractive to women. He hoped it was working. “Alright, I’ll get on your shoulders and I’ll use my strong manly arms to get us out of here. Anything for you, my excellently aged cheese.” He hoped it wasn’t too soon for fond nicknames. Every marriage needed fond nicknames. Oh wait. Maybe marriage was getting ahead of himself? He mulled it over before deciding it wasn’t. Beau walked closer to the woman, craning his neck up to look at her face. God. She was an amazonian of a woman. “Uppies.” He stated, holding his hands up as if he was the petulant toddler he acted like. 

If this man died right now, Siobhan was sure it would be her happiest memory. Nothing would fill her with more euphoria than being able to scream for him and then stab him several times. She was thinking twenty seven times but the count went up every time he opened his mouth. Suddenly, she didn’t want him on her shoulders. Maybe it would have been better if she had just crushed his trapezius with her heels. “Maybe you’re the smartest man I’ve ever met.” A muscle below her eye twitched. “You’re my hero, my egg,” she said, imagining cracking his skull like one. She hoped she never had to see him again. When he said ‘uppies’ she amended her thought: she hoped that she did see him again, thoroughly dead. 

Siobhan bent down, lifting the annoying gnat with ease--as, unlike the man, she was strong. A lifetime of rigorous training to be an instrument of Fate had changed her deceptively thin physique into the sort that could easily lift up another person. The feat was probably lost on him. “How are you?” She asked, straightening up slowly. She kept a firm grip on his legs, trying to stop him from falling over; she wasn’t sure what lies she’d have to tell about his manly body to get him to shut up if it happened. “Are your strong, big, thick, manly arms doing anything?” 

The woman lifted him up in his big strong arms, and Beau was a little breathless for a second. Strong and a man enjoyer? What did he do to get the whole package? His heart began palpitations. Then she was speaking again, honestly she spoke too much. That was another downside she had. When they got married she’d need to talk at least 95 percent less. Beau stretched his arms against the clear blue plastic cover and started pushing and pushing. At first it seemed like it wouldn’t budge.Then sound of plastic scraping against plastic, and it was becoming loose! “I’m doing it! I’m doing it!” Beau shouted, his feet doing little joy taps against the woman’s shoulders.

Beau was not doing it. A large face appeared. It belonged to a man. The ugliest man Beau had ever seen. “Hahaha! Some feisty ones.” The person’s voice was loud, causing Beau to shake a bit. “Get down. I’m here to deliver your daily milk.” Beau was manhandled. Could you believe it? Man handled! He was lifted off the woman’s shoulders and placed onto the plastic ground as milk began to pour over and around them. Beau was disgusted and a little aroused, if he was being honest. “Hey! Let us out!” He shouted, fist flying against the air. But nothing changed. Milk was delivered and the tupperware was closed. 

The only thing worse than having to deal with the annoying, short man would be a shower of milk. How strange it was that the next thing to happen was precisely that. Siobhan seethed, vibrating with the force of her rage. Milk dripped from her hair and soaked into her clothes, which clung tightly to her body in a way that was flattering, though that was the only fortunate thing about it. Milk covered their tupperware in a pool of white, coming up to Siobhan’s knees. She waded through the liquid, ready to be done with it. She’d plunge his body below the milky wavers and drown him. Escape would be more steps away from her but at least the last shreds of her sanity would remain. She stormed over to him, milk sloshing; she felt a little like a slow-motion attractive lifeguard coming to shore. The milky hair flip didn’t help with the image. 

She was close, close enough to strangle when she remembered that killing fae was the sort of thing that had gotten her wings ripped out. As much as Siobhan hated him in this moment, as he was the vehicle for her frustrations, he couldn’t be harmed; a fae was a fae and fae were family. “Looks like another case of someone trying to keep men down, my sweet, sweet omelet.” Her hands balled into fists by her sides; she spoke between clenched teeth. Her shoulders ached from where he had tapped in excitement on her. She wanted to crush him like a bug. “What now?” Her gaze dropped, she noticed a strange lump in her pocket--cylindrical. What did she have in there? She pulled it out, staring at the drenched knife. She twisted it, watching the blade catch light. “Would you look at that, my egg?” She grinned.

The worst thing about the milk was not the fact that it was seeping into his onesie, congealing against his toes and setting on his skin in a thick and sticky film. No. The worst thing was the milk was warm. Warm milk? What kind of sin had the woman next to him committed to cause them to end up in this place? Surely Beau had done nothing to deserve such a treatment from whatever giant had opened the container and doused them in warm milk. “Haha.” At this point the laugh had lost any and all luster it once had, the smile which never reached his eyes was starting to not reach his lips. How was he supposed to thrive under these conditions? Then Siobhan was pulling out a knife, and for a second, when she was calling him egg, he thought she was about to poach him. Beau blinked, a little bit of a laugh and went. “Haha, my finest aged cheddar, what are you going to do with that knife?”

Siobhan thought about how lovely the man’s blood would be against her knife; she pictured his skin ripping in layers when she would stab him, flesh given to blood given to bone. What sort of expression would he make, she wondered. Would he haha? She looked at him and then her knife and then back at him. She could not kill another fae. She splashed around the container, making her way to the wall. Siobhan plunged her knife into the worn plastic and pulled down with as much force as she could summon, ripping a jagged, vertical line into the box. It looked suspiciously like a certain anatomical opening, but Siobhan wasn’t going to make that comparison. “Come, help me open this,” she called back at the short man, pulling at one side of the tear. “I need your…strong man arms to help me…because I’m…too much of a woman.” She hoped he’d slice his hand on the plastic, feeding it to the warm wilk (which was surprisingly nice, she thought, like a bath).   

Beau smiled broadly as the beautiful and slightly too old and aged looking woman stabbed the knife into the plastic and started sawing their way out. He should have known she would be too weak to follow up. “Don’t worry, I am excellent with my hands.” Beau lied, but since he truly believed that lie to be true he suffered no ill effects. Beau stepped forward, shoving both of his hands into the gash she’d created and started tearing it open. Nothing happened. Beau coughed, adjusting his hands to focus on just one side pulling back instead of pushing the two halves apart. He started getting somewhere! The plastic gave a bit. “Big and strong, what can I say.” With each long and tiresome tug the opening got bigger and bigger until the plastic tore and Beau found himself being spilled out on the counter with the milk flowing out. Suddenly the world was no longer small and tiny and Beau was large. This was the tallest he’d ever been! Except, as he looked around, he started to get the feeling that he was simply his normal height now. Disappointing. 

Siobhan knew for certain, in that moment, that her partner in milk was completely useless. She pulled, her muscles flexing--as she’d been raised to be the perfect instrument of Death, there was an undeniable strength held in her limbs. She pulled, and pulled harder to make up for the man’s lackluster efforts. The tiny cut turned into a gash and then an opened and milk sloshed through and their bodies tumbled with it. Out of the tupperware, whatever strange--slightly perverted--magic was at work seemed to wear off and Siobhan was at her usual height, which towered over the obnoxious man. She brushed milk off of her; a futile gesture. “Siobhan,” she said, holding her milky hand out, “I forgot to introduce myself and…” She drew her hand back, which trembled in the cold, dry air. In front of her were a hundred jars, lined up in neat rows, holding their own lakes of milky fluid and a singular figure standing in the liquid. She thought she saw a unicorn in one; she wasn’t even sure those existed. Wordlessly, she tilted her head to the side and wrung milk out of her hair. “I think we avoided something terrible,” she said, “perhaps because of your manliness.” She added that only because she thought it was funny. 

In their miniature forms, the woman had towered over Beau. Old and tall, both had been marked against her in his constant judgment. However, stuck in a tupperware container, Beau had been kind enough to offer her grace. Grace that whatever had stuck them in that tupperware had messed up the shrinking process and had shrunk Beau just a little bit smaller. Now as the two of them were standing normal sized in a room full of jars, Beau felt disgust boil over him to realize she actually was just behemothly tall. That was very unbecoming of her. Old or tall. Pick a struggle. Then she introduced herself. Rage danced underneath Beau’s skin, causing it to prickle. He hadn’t asked for her name, eliminating all ease of snagging it from her. Sure. The pull in his chest informed him that she was a fellow fae, but she could have been kind enough to ask. His practiced smile pulled across his face as he turned to look up at her. “Beau. “ He returned his name, “But you can call me Beautiful. On account of how manly I am.” He struck a pose. At least she was smart enough to recognize him as the man he was.

She marveled at the ease in which murderous fantasies involving the man flooded into her mind. By the time Beau had finished introducing himself, Siobhan had mentally flayed, dismembered and tortured him in a hundred different ways. She stared down at him and knew that her favorite of the fantasies was the one where she crushed him like an insect. No, like a tin can; instead of a smear, she’d stomp down and snap bones into a perfect circle. She smiled. “Beautiful,” she said, looking beyond him and into the imagined version that waddled around with his collapsed body, slowly pulling up to reveal smashed bones and flattened skin in the shape of an accordion, dangling limply. “So beautiful.” Her imaginary arms lifted him, laying his accordion body on its side so she could separate each ring of flesh so she could twist it again to get a never-ending cord of his body. She looked around at the tupperware and jars and suddenly it all made a sort of perverse sense to her. The warm milk, however, remained a mystery. 

She knelt down to his level. “Beau, beautiful, manly Beau.” Siobhan rested a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. “Putting you in a jar would be such a waste. I’d want you where everyone could see. I’d want wrapped around the room like tinsel. I’d call people over, I’d say ‘look at Beau, isn’t he so beautiful’.” You wouldn’t believe it, he was such a tiny man in his life, now look at how tall and grand I made him. It was the sort of irony Siobhan liked. “You’re so special. You would have been wasted here. I’m so happy that you’re free.” Trapped, Beau’s unique, repugnant nature would have been lost to the world. He was a pacifier, sized like one too; her mind reached a new level of calm, setting all its cognitive efforts into cruel punishments. He was meditative, soothing, a zen garden for a murderer. She leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose, picturing herself with acid lips to break down his cartilage. “Beautiful Beau.” She rose to her feet. “I hope the next time we meet, there’s less milk.” And she left.

That night, she completely forgot about the stained tupperware and all questions she had about how they got there or where there even was—she didn’t even remember how she got home—but she couldn’t forget Beau. He’d given her so much peace that for the first time in over forty years, she slept through the night, carried by easy dreams of Beau dying beautifully. 

Maybe older women had their place in this society. Despite the lines around her eyes, and her probably sagging bosom, Beau was enthralled by the tenderness at which Siobhan reviered him. Despite asking, multiple times, to be referred to as Beautiful, Siobhan was the first to listen to him. She kissed his nose. She left him speechless. If only she was better looking. Beau watched as she walked away, not ready yet to escape from the room that had bound them. Milk clung to him, and he knew it would sour and turn disgusting soon, but there was one thing he needed to do first. He’d seen a unicorn, miniaturized just like they had been, only in a jar. Beau plucked it off the shelf and dropped it into his milk-soaked pocket. This would be coming home with him.

#chatzy #chatzy: siobhan #this was ria's idea #you can all thank ria for being so talented and funny #and making me suffer this #i'm ria's number one fan

[valerie]

TWITL - week 42 - back to the grind

I almost called this entry "earthquake weather" because we had a 4.2 magnitude earthquake on Wednesday and it was a JOLTER. According to the USGS page for this one, the quake's epicenter was 5 km SW of Isleton. We felt it here in Brentwood because we're pretty close. Chatting with my cousins, they didn't feel it. I definitely felt it. My work station moved. Maybe the whole building moved. It was short but WILD. I think my nerves were a little frayed afterwards but it really wasn't that bad. https://flic.kr/p/2pa9Ajx the alert that came right after the earthquake ended... The emergency alert sounded on my phones right after the earthquake ended. If the earthquake had been longer, then the alert would have probably happened during rather than after. For me, it was like, "Yeah, no kidding," but I'm sure the rest of the Bay Area was like, "What? I don't feel anything." :P https://flic.kr/p/2paSFhE farmers market yummy - corn in a cup We checked out the farmers market yesterday and it was cool enough (in the shady breeze) to wear a sweatshirt (albeit with shorts). So lovely! I was able to get my corn in a cup and we sat in the patio of our favorite bar and people watched. I love our moments at farmers market because it seems like such an ordinary kind of moment yet it's perfect in its simple contentment. https://flic.kr/p/2paQRQV After our time downtown, we headed to Tailgaters for lunch. The bar was a bit quiet with college football playing on all the tv screens. A few people came in while we were there. I had yummy fish and chips with my Angry Orchard cider. https://flic.kr/p/2paQSgz TV Silo - We binged watched this show and it was good! Super interesting and very well done. I'm glad to see that there will be a second season because I want to know more! I might want to read the books. We'll see. Loki - Another good episode, finally bringing us to the end credit scene from Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania. I'm enjoying the second season episodes so far and I'm always ready to watch the next one. https://flic.kr/p/2paTgu3 RUGBY WORLD CUP - The All Blacks will be facing the Springboks in the Rugby World Cup final next Saturday!!! I was obviously cheering for the All Blacks in their match against Argentina (even though I had cheered for Los Pumas last week in their match against Wales). So happy the All Blacks won! And then it was South Africa against England and I was of course cheering for the reigning world champs. But now that it's New Zealand vs South Africa, my alliance goes to the All Blacks. I'm excited! It's like a super sized Rugby Championship! (IYKYK) https://flic.kr/p/2paLhLn WRITING I don't know how ready I am for National Novel Writing Month. I really need to figure out what my female character does for a living! I know she works in an office and maybe I'm floating the idea of her being a copy editor or something? I'm still not sure and it's stressing me out a little bit. And now I just thought, maybe I should totally switch what they do and make HER the photographer and him the one who works in the office. Why do I do this to myself?! :P I should probably sit down after I post this and get my characters situated in their work lives even though their work lives are secondary to the story. It's a romance, after all. Yes, a romance. They're easiest for me to write and get to that 50k words goal. https://flic.kr/p/2paQRJ7 Sometimes I wish I didn't have this need to self-censor myself in regards to things that might be going on around me. I worry too much that someone might read what I post (do people even read this) and they might realize I'm talking about them, even if I don't mention them by name. Yet if I'm compelled to share with my friends IRL, then why don't I write about it to this place, which should be my safe space? The consequences aren't worth the risk. Also, I'm not clever enough to take away the specifics and make it vague and general. Ah well, better this way, I suppose. Random thoughts: - Don't be a creeper. Just DON'T. - Our union ratified the latest contract. Good for us! - I dreamt about taking photos of a backyard and Jack Whitehall was there. Why Jack? - I told my favorite tech YouTuber (via a comment to a Threads post) that the husband calls me "Captain 2 Phones" and he replied that it's a proud nickname to wear it well. Will do OG Captain2Phones! - I need to stop shopping, even just window shopping. https://flic.kr/p/2paSiTX Social handles: - Threads - @kiari - Spoutible - @valerie - Bluesky - @kiari You know, if you're curious... Read the full article

#allblacks #nanowrimo #rugby #techfreakchick #writing

[blissfulalchemist]

WIP Wednesday!

Wow it’s uh actually Wednesday for once….any way tagged most recently by @adelaidedrubman and @shallow-gravy I’m sure there’s more but they have been buried 😔 apologies. Sending out tags to: @belorage @florbelles @strafethesesinners @heroofpenamstan @blackreaches @shellibisshe @preachercuster @jackiesarch @confidentandgood @themarcspector @celestialissues @folklyric @indorilnerevarine and anyone else that wants too!

This one is a little long (possibly idk maybe I went to bed at 5am so brain is weird but! lord knows when I’ll get to having many wips to pick from) but have what may very well be an au or canon (don’t know yet gotta get through SB to see) for FFXIV with Siberite and Thancred. Minor brushes of spoilers but may be more of a iykyk kind of deal.

It was perfect, thought out, and destined to happen. He was ready to take the hit, ready to do everything he could to protect her, make sure she’d be there to continue to bring the hope this world needed, it was a perfect plan….

She knows and sees the blast coming, sees the trajectory is straight for her, and can feel that this is going to hurt much more than the other’s she’s taken. She just has to brace herself, just has to accept that this might be the end, a hero’s ending. In an instant though she can see him coming, see that he’s bracing himself to stand before her, and in an instant she’s back on that roof. The sound of metal armor as he yells at her to look out, how much force hit the shield that held its own for longer than she assumed, and the small smile he gives her while his eyes fill with worry. The cracking, that loud and undeniable cracking sound that’s followed by the thud of his body against stone.

Not again….

Not again.

Not. Again.

She just needs a single step forward and a motion to push him to the side, something she can do in an instant….and she does. She does and can feel the last of her chakra power flow into that shove before the strange cold and heat of the blast hits her skin. Its a strange sensation to be so still and feel like you’re being pushed back into the center of the earth. To be able to see still through the blinding light, but a comfort to see that he’s safe, to see that they all are. The edges of her vision darken as her body finally relaxes to fall back and there’s a calm that washes over her. Its what she’s wanted….all this time she had wished to finally be free of the expectations, the guilt, the heartache, the weight of the world on her shoulders, but still there’s a part of her that can’t help but be sad, remorseful, yearning to live as she sees his face fall into horror. We were so close weren’t we? So close to some kind of happy ending….

“Siberite!” Thancred calls out as the magic blast dissipates and [REDACTED] laughs darkly, grabbing onto the hilt of his sword. Thancred grinds his teeth pulling weapons free as he sprints to her, the meeting blades sending off a high pitched sound. He lets out a kick and another and another parry and anything to get him back just far enough to….his hands are quick in grabbing the smoke bomb and launching it at the ground in a moment of his opponent’s readying for an attack. He scoops her up with ease as he makes a break for some place far from that room, far from that man. It takes him to navigating the machinery in the ceilings until he finds an alcove to set her down and allow him a moment to think, to plan, to examine, to realize, to pray that she’s okay. She’s not though….looking at her now he can confirm that it was a bit of blood he felt seeping into his clothes, that her breathing is so weak he can’t even see her chest rise and fall in the slightest, and the feel of her pulse beneath his fingers grows slower and weaker with each passing moment. Gods damned, why couldn’t he have been a healer!

The link pearl in his ear goes off and it’s Y’shtola asking where they are, details of words fading from his focus as he asks one question, “Is [REDACTED] still there?” A minuscule amount of relief when she answers no and they saw him leave in what he knows to be the opposite direction of where he hides now. A place that he now finds was just feet from the room in which she fell, all the better for her to get healing magics sooner. Siberite’s blood trail leads the way back to Y’shtola, Alphinaud, and Estinien standing in the center of the room, eyes growing wide when Thancred walks in cradling her in his arms. “Do you think you can-?” He starts to ask before the quaking of the building interrupts them and makes for the plans to shift for a way out to become priority. Just a little longer, darling, just hold on a little longer, He repeats again and again as the group weaves their way through the facility, knowing full well she grows colder and paler.

The group stops, weapons drawn, staring down the eyes of the Warrior of Light’s killer as he just smiles. “Well, well, it seems like I’ve won,” his icy blue eyes meets every one of them, “The Warrior of Light is dead. This is cause for celebration.” Estinien moves first with a yell, tip of his weapon aimed for the chest, but with a flick of [REDACTED] wrist the dragoon is thrown against a wall, “Did you honestly think you could take me out like that?” Estinien lets out a low growl as he sits up, “Pathetic. All of you weak, which means none of you are worth my time.” And just like that he starts to walk away, “Don’t worry I’ll make sure word gets out about her perishing, you can trust me on that.”

Estinien rises once more to charge after when a hand from Alphinaud stops him in his tracks, “Let him go. We may yet still have a chance to save her,” he gives a pointed look to where Thancred holds her, Estinien slowly backing down, “but we cannot do anything for her here. We must go.” Another rumble and debris begins to fall, “Come on! We have to hurry!”

#anyway I’m gonna throw myself into this next expansion and come out soaking in my tears #I’ve got a big storm coming for me and I was crying and going on a roller coaster with the warm up last night so….rip to me #but these idiots! i love these idiots so much I promise you! #my wip tag

[ogwilso]

Healing P.2

I am very sad, today has been a difficult day, but then I regroup and remember that I am doing good for my circumstances. Sometimes it is good to look back on the past year and appreciate how far you have came and the lessons and experience you have gained. I am nowhere close to where I want to be in my healing journey, but I sure as hell am a day closer to becoming the person i want to be. 

Sometimes in life we go through things causing us to learn lessons, some of which aren’t lessons we needed to learn (iykyk) but we learned them anyways and are a stronger person as the outcome. 

I have learned so much from my abusive ex, and though I did not deserve the physical or emotional abuse, a valuable lesson came from it. It doesn’t feel like right now that the positive take-a-ways out way the negative, but with positive energy and optimism I feel as though lots of my outlook on life has changed for the better and I just don’t know it yet.

Stay positive my friends, we got this!

#domestic abuse #domestic violence #emotional abuse #physical abuse #we got this #stay positive #this is healing #healing

[lmk-6earm4c-au-blog]

Critique-In-A-Sandwich posted to r/ispp If anyone's caught sight of that post on tumblr making the rounds about 6ear yelling at some guy in a yellow hoodie, did I tell you or did I TELL YOU. I can count on several hands how much of a bad look it is to be caught yelling at someone like this. I'm like, actually afraid for 6's family or s/o does he yell at them like this too?

EclipseFan01 commented on your post Oh hell nawww 🤡 you're not saying what I think you're saying. Are we going to accuse every male public figure of being abusive behind the scenes??? Are we?? Is this what we're doing reddit??? Is 6 not allowed to be a person now? sorry that actual people can't cater to your hyper specific standards at all times without getting cancelled

NJersey commented on your post Leave them. Crit-sandwich is notorious for trying to cancel 6 well, excuse the joke. Six ways to Sunday. Don't engage the haters, the only thing I will say though is that the #Six-o-Clock #TwoEyesSixEars or whatever stalker tag twitter came up with was a poor idea. Respect people's privacy. 6Ears-Wifey commented on your post #EyesOnSixEars? Yeah I have a stupid celebrity crush on him but some fans go as far as to stalk his route from the theatre, where he eats, and stake out his home like that is genuinely scary behavior are you all ok. can you be normal. I'm glad nobody seems to have found where he lives yet at least I haven't seen posts on it. Someone almost got close one time they were live recording and somehow lost 6 in an alley?? Like it was a dead end. That was so close though. Crazy fans could seriously hurt him and that is NOT a headline I want to see going around. Please stop, I'm begging. Leave 6 ALONE. I'm actually going to make a thread on that. Catch me in a few hours.

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SOMEONE DID WHAT????? THERE'S A STALKING WHAT????

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LEAVE! HIM! ALONE!

#WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU???? #i fucking can't #the bubble for me it is

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#iykyk #on the bright side......no more yellow hoodie talk :/ #hooray?

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took me 2 years but....NEW URL!!!!

#huh? drama? #idk what you mean #i can't hear you #i'm not on reddit or twt i don't care #*tucks hair behind ear* what do you think? #get it bc i am both foolish and poetic? #eh? #unreality #lmk 6earm4c au