#!! I'm comfy with the current space I have and this reflects that

[wynterlanding]

xxx So being back from hiatus means feeling better but I have made some decisions on this blog. I will no longer softblock to break mutuals. I will hardblock so we don't wind up following each other again. Just a conscious decision of keeping space private and nothing more. Pls adhere to my rules and anything new I might include. As for threads? I am doing something I haven't done before and I will @ those I am keeping stuff with that is currently in my drafts. Last but not least if whatever reason you have not to want to interact with me pls do not waste my time in the future. Just do not follow or engage with me. I'm in my bitch era at this point after dealing with too much bs from people in the rpc. This obviously is not any of my mutuals cause I will no longer be following people like this. A good friend of mine and I were talking about it today and we are both kinda over it <3

keeping stuff with:

@awalkoflife @depictedmorada @lavishbylaw @lcnelyday @magicmadnessx @mutatedangels @packagecfgirlyevil @queenxfthedxmned @sirxnx @smolcuriouskitten @velvetnviolentviolets / @eurydicevlovell @xwildheart @worthless-weight-in-gold @thewolfruns

new stuff keeping: we just started writing / you just replied to something of mine so of course I am not dropping it <3

@emlyntamasi @pctentialbreakupsong @mxrdershewxote

[thedivinetarot]

Light of my life, fire of my loins, my sin, my soul

Who is your future spouse?

☆How to chose the perfect pile?

1) Clear your mind.

2) Take a deep breathe.

3) Ask the question in your head.

4) Open your eyes and the picture that you are drawn to the most is your pile.

☆ Before you get into the reading you have to know the following:

- Please, please and I will say it again please do not think of anyone while you are choosing. Not your Ex or current boyfriend or even your crush. And I will say it again DO NOT THINK of any man as your future spouse if you want to have an accurate reading.

- This is a general reading so take what resonates and leave the rest. The future is not set in stone and the energy can change. This reading does not substitute any medical or professional help.

- I might do part 2 for this reading.

Stay safe ❤

Arya

Pile 1 - Bram stoker's Dracula

☆Where are you coming from? Your current love life:

I see that this pile have been lonely for quite some time and they are wondering if they will truly find someone. I see that you guys are overthinking everything about your love life and you are leaving no space for divine intervention. This pile’s energy is quite sad and tormented? You perhaps tell yourself that you don't need anyone but you truly want to build something stable and long lasting. I see that you feel stuck on I'm independent I don't need anyone mindset. Not because you really like being independent but because you are afraid of getting disappointed. The problem with this pile is the fear is literally paralyzing you and sabotaging any potential connection that can fit into your life. I'm also seeing that you might be someone who have been rejected and the pain of rejection is still vivid in your core memory. I see that you truly want love and to be loved! You might have a crush on someone with virgo or taurus placements. Or you might feel drawn to those type of men who embodies this archetype. I feel like you are kind of traditional towards dating. You might have had strict family or you really have a strong opinion regarding dating or hookup culture. This is your pile if you have strong virgo placements, water placements or the description fit you perfectly.

Who is your future spouse?

Pile one you might be manifesting your twin flame to be in a marriage with them? This person might enter your life so soon and above all you might get to know him online? I see that he might like your photos if you post yourself or he might just DM you through social media? This person is so grounded and stubborn. He is so earthy and stable in a generous way. He is the perfect mix between fire and earth. He is so childish or he aim to see infinite possibilities. I see that he is doing shadow work or he has been to therapy before. I see that this person is either a heartbreaker or been heartbroken many times. He is so naive or he seems naive? He might prefer texting over phone or video calls. There's an emphasis on his hair. He have curly and dark hair. His eyes are sleepy or he have sleepy eyes. There's something about his face, you see those people who have sleepy faces? Like they just woke up? I guess he might have that. He might look innocent and angelic. Like his aura is so comforting and serene. I also see that this person look younger than his age with hazel eyes. His style looks chill, like you see those guys who wear comfy hoodies? He might be one of them. I asked when will you meet him and the cards told me that you may meet him 6 months from now. You might be on a journey of self discovery when he enters your life. You might be losing weight and if you are not trying to lose weight; you might be trying to get in shape. I see that you are going to meet him after doing a lot of shadow work and inner reflection.

Pile 2 - The Addams couple

☆ Where are you coming from? Your current love life:

This pile is my daring and flirty pile. You might like your solitude but you flirt for fun. I see that most interactions that happen between you and the opposite sex are online. You might like to post spicy photos of yourself. Or send nudes to total strangers in public. You might like to take initiative in relationships. Even if you are a woman/female; you simply don't care about the traditional roles. Especially on who get to initiate to whom. If you like someone you are going to get them, I see that this is your moto. Also this might be your pile if you are stuck on a decision regarding travel. You might want to travel but you are juggling too many responsibilities and this is holding you back from actually pursuing that goal. If you are a man (since the dominant energy on this pile are men or masculines) you might be posting photos or nudes of yourself online. I see many risky photos and poses and if you are not a man or masculine then you might be doing the same action. You really value your own space; I see that you are protecting your peace at all costs. I mean yes you might like to flirt for fun with others but nothing really is serious and you are not looking for something serious either. This is your pile if you have significant leo or Aries placements.

Who is your future spouse?

Your future spouse is someone that you are going to meet through group project. At first as I said about your current energy, you are not looking for something serious so when you meet that person you'll find it kind of confusing. I see that you might be blinded at first. Like you might not notice them and if you are working with them you might not be attracted to them. They are not your usual type, they might be smart and quick thinker. This person knows how to take care of themselves. He might also know how to take care of women in general. Men might call him simp but he is no simp he is just so kind and empathetic towards women's needs. He is so determined, I see that once he put his mind on a goal he doesn't stop when he is tired, He only stop when he finish. I see that he LOVES to conquer a good challenge. He likes to to be assertive and he is looking for someone assertive too. He want his equal, his queen. He might look like he suit you? Wait let me rephrase it. You see that two people who are not dating but everyone in workplace ship them? You two might have intense chemistry. This person look like a heartbreaker. Eye color range from brown to gray or just those two colors. His hair is so silky or wavy. He have this confused look when he talk to you? He might even drag his feet while he walk, or he might look tired when he walk.

Pile 3 - Nosferatu

Where are you coming from? Your current love life.

Well, looking at the cards this pile is in their sweet feminine energy who wants princess treatment and to be spoiled. If this is not the case then this piles are for mothers or you are a mother or pregnant. If you are not pregnant and you are the girl who is in her feminine energy then I see that there's someone who wants to pursue you and he is so damn confident about it. I see that you guys are so confident in yourselves. Perhaps, you are someone who is working on their self esteem and self worth. I see that whatever the case you are in. It is going to pay off. For my girlies who are being pursued by someone I see that this person is very serious about you. He want to marry you quiet literally. This person sees you as his wife or future wife. I also see that this connection is meant to be and is distant to happen even if you are not aware of it. This person is quite civilized and diplomatic. He want to make you happy and cherish you, but if you don't want him it is your choice at the end of the day. I see a lot of happiness in this pile. Guys happiness is your middle name, since the energy or the cards I'm pulling are all yellow and yellow means happiness in tarot. Another energy I'm picking up on is that this pile doesn't really want to be strong and independent. Unlike pile one who is pushing themselves to be that way, this pile is accepting the fact that you want to be a stay at home mother or a rich wife of a rich dude. Most people in this pile are Venus dominant, have taurus or libra placement or have venusian energy in general. You guys might be the pretty girl in your friend group and everyone enjoys looking at you.

Who is your future spouse?

So right off the bat what I'm seeing is someone who have a lot of options. You know that one man who is wanted by every woman because of how friendly and charismatic he is? This man has this energy. It looks like this person is someone who has been heartbroken before and now he keeps his options open by befriending many girls and keeping his options open. He have the cup of love and he is so eager to give it to someone, I'm also picking up on someone passionate and eager to explore life. This person is sooo romantic in a cheesy way. I see that many times he attempted to get in a relationship but got afraid and back off from pursuing something serious. This person believes in manifestations or he tried manifesting an SO or future wife or this person really believes that he can create the reality he wants. This person gives off the vibe of a knight in a shining armor or a Disney prince tbh. This person look like a literal baby or he have baby features. He might have round or oval face. This man can be a little overweight or fat with blonde hair and blue eyes. He is so cute I'm seeing a picture of someone who look adorable and sweet. This person gives off the vibe of "I look good as a husband". But in general this person look so childish and baby like. Could look younger than his actual age? Or this person might be younger than you, but not so much like a couple months younger. He is so friendly or he have a lot of female friendships. This man gives off the ENFJ vibes Idk if you know mbti but you can Google it if you want to. He is so emotionally mature and caring. His energy is so nurturing. I asked the cards about when will you are going to meet him and they said he will enter soon into your life and one of the signs is a female around you is going to give birth or you are going to meet a pregnant woman or one of your relatives/friends will get pregnant. There's a NOTE for this pile specifically; if you are being pursued by someone this person is your future spouse. And if you are not being pursued by anyone then you might know who your future spouse is. And if you don't have anyone then take the reading with a grain of salt but you can enjoy it anyways.

Pile 4 - Hollywood couple

Where are you coming from? Your current love life:

This pile is truly stuck. I feel like I'm bored and desperate I want to cry. Like guys what is the matter? There's both boredom and stagnation. You might be someone who is really bored with how things are in your love life. I'm picturing a girl about 16 to 18 years old who want to be open to love but there's a man in her life (could be a male caregiver) who is very strict and structured. This man literally destroyed your well to date anyone. I feel like you are discouraged by the idea of love and I feel that you are unbalanced in a way? Like you are trying to protect yourself from getting hurt but at the same time you want love so freaking bad. I'm clinching my jaw and I feel like I want to scream and yell and kick things around me. Pile four why are you so angry? Please calm down! There's nothing in this life that deserve all this anger. Please take a break and go balance yourself and life. You are still young and have no experience and life is still long in front of you. I see that you might be waiting for something to happen; for someone to come in and rescue you from your life but nothing really happens so you pour all of your anger and resentment on yourself. Please stop hurting yourself and go find a hobby or something that can help you channel this anger and resentment. I'm picking up on someone who is bottling up their feelings and not really trying to express them. I also feel headache, do you have headache pile four? Are you bloated too? You might have significant leo and Aries placements. A little Taurus placements and sun, mars and sagittarius dominate. I feel like you are waiting and waiting but the waiting itself got bored of you lol. And you end up feeling devastated and angry. This pile’s energy is so rageful, please do some meditation or workout to get rid of that anger. You might also be scared of change? And overwhelmed by the idea of change? You might be someone who doesn't really like things to change and stick to a specific routine. Anyways let's get into the reading.

Who is your future spouse?

This person is very hardworking and workaholic. I see that the main focus in his life is his career, money and stability. This man is a little bit selfish, and he became like that because of how much he suffered. This person suffered from poverty, or he was very poor. He might even get kicked out of his family house so he can work and get them money. This person got bullied a lot by his peers and saw a lot of cruelty in his life, I feel so sorry for him. This person might be closed off emotionally, it is like he is trying to shelter himself from any possible heartache because of what happened in his childhood. I also see that when you meet him he might not be ready for anything serious or he might not really have healed fully from what has happened to him. There's an age gap here, he might he older than you or more mature. Like 4 years older. He might also be a co-worker of you? Or acquaintance If it is not then he might work with you in your field. The main challenge he is facing is stability, he want stability to be able to marry you. My advice for this pile is don't try to force things out if this person is not ready for commitment. He hasn't healed yet and his main focus is on the material. He might even use you if you attempted to help him financially so please don't. What really amazed me in this pile that this man is so materialistic, his love language can be gift giving. Now his appearance; this person look so cocky and confident. He have hazel eye color and sharp features. This person's back look hot or beautiful. He is not that tall, he is medium height. His hair is dirty blonde or chestnut brown. A foreigner? He might not be from your country. This man is possessive to be honest. If you met him after he get his ish together he will spoil you rotten but if not then don't try to help and heal him. You might meet him at the end of November to the most of December.

Post date: 25th/Aug/2024 - Sun

*Feedback is appreciated

[ibchemist]

Things I would have wanted to know before starting the IB

Lovelies! I'm back. Hi. For the ones that are new or simply don't know me, my name is Paula and I'm currently on the summer vacations before senior year. One year ago I was very excited about the IB, which made me numb and have fake expectations... so, here are some things I (me, only me) would had wanted to know.

It's all a matter of discipline and choosing things you enjoy: the IB is hard, it will always be hard BUT, it can be enjoyable if you actually pick classes that you like. Example, I chose Glopol because i'm a MUN kid and I FUCKING HATE IT. Even if i'm getting good grades, just entering the class is a struggle. Instead, Biology and Chem are my babes. They are soooo hard but I actually enjoy studying them and that makes me more disciplined.

CAS/TOK CAN BE AN EASY SEVEN IF YOU WORK FOR IT. And that's a fact. I've had 7 on the three trimesters of TOK and CAS just because I've put effort in my things. Then it's an easy boost for my average.

More than one science at a time is hard, but it is possible. I'm taking both Bio and Chem in HL and everyone told me I was going to die; but i'm still here so... it's just a matter of truly liking it and doing your work. Plus, biology is a matter of studying a lot and for ME, writing your notes a thousands time.

MEGA STUDY TIP, USE YOUR PARENTS. I've always struggled memorizing but since I started "teaching" my parents what i've learned, i've learned and memorized way faster. Thanks mom, thanks dad!

Don't go into Math AA if you don't like math. It's so obvious but I regret my pick everyday... please don't do AA for ego like me.

4 or below is normal, don't cry yourself for it. If you pick a hard course you're going to have a hard time in some topics. That's normal, so instead of punishing for it prepare for the next and be better <3

It's not much, I just wanted to reflect some more, so thank you guys for being that comfy space <3

[academic-comeback]

Week 1: Routines

Routines. Are. Everything. But they are also completely up to you. Establishing one can be difficult, but I have found is essential to a functional life. And it doesn't require a 7am wakeup every morning and falling asleep exactly at 11pm every night (those of us with insomnia, anxiety and others who just can't seem to switch their brains off will most definitely understand how difficult that can be), but it means keeping your life as organized as possible. College-era jobs are unpredictable. So is life. I personally work in food service, where schedules are variable and not entirely up to me. One day I could be opening and getting home at 4pm, while another day I'll get there at 4pm and close, working until 11pm depending on the job hours and who stays extra late just talking. What you do outside of the uncontrollable makes or breaks you. Routines, to me, are more about organizing the time you *do* have, no matter when that is. So in creating a schedule, you need to list your priorities, no matter what they may be. You also need to be able to be flexible, especially if you're working. Even if you're not working, staying strict in your routines can make life boring, and could lower the chances that you'll stick to them. Rigidness in the things you can control makes people like me not want to do them, so we should be open to changing *when* we get things done, as long as they get done within our set time frame. So, to create the routine. List priorities. Essential priorities while in college should probably include studying, keeping a tidy dorm or bedroom, hygiene, eating, classes, sleeping. Personal priorities might include hobbies, exercise, spending time with friends, calling home, or setting some alone time. My Current Priorities:

Keep room tidy

Take a shower before bed

Study during allotted times (Monday-Wednesday, 3hrs)

Read for at least 30 minutes a day

Ceramics on Thursday mornings

Get 8 hrs of sleep a night

So, my morning routine would look like waking up at my set time, and making my bed. I might go ahead and brush my teeth, style my hair, and make breakfast or lunch (depending on how hungry I am), before heading to ceramics if it happens to be a Thursday, or reading if not. Maybe I have work that morning and I'll get ready for that. At some point during this routine, you may want to look at your planner and figure out the rest of the day. What classes are you going to? What assignments are due? Do I have a space in between classes to study, complete assignments, eat, and decompress? A lot of this might already be planned out, and you might already have a great understanding of this routine. But if you get started in thinking about it, you might feel better prepared for the rest of the day, rather than forgetting that this club meeting is happening, you picked up a shift and need to head to work straight after class, the due date for this assignment got moved or this exam is in two weeks and I need to start studying today. Or whatever the case may be.

Night time routines, for me, are more about reflecting and decompressing. Once 11:59 hits and all of today's assignments are due, it's time to close the laptop and think about anything but. This is a good time to indulge in a relaxing hobby like crochet, reading, writing/journaling, or even simply watching an episode or two of your favorite show. It's a great time to wind down, perhaps take that shower if you're a night person, and slip into some comfy clothes. Maybe this is the time that you study some more, if you're a night owl, or maybe you're already asleep if you're an early bird. Personally, a shower is how I mainly decompress. It's where I reflect on my day while also taking care of myself. I'll blow-dry my hair if it's a wash day and head to bed. Sometimes I'll read, sometimes I'll watch a show, other days I'm too tired to think and will fall straight asleep. The big picture is to know yourself and routines that work best for you. If you get work done best at night, this is the time to be doing schoolwork and studying. Take mid-day to be your time to decompress and indulge in hobbies and other activities. Early-birds may prefer to get up early and indulge in these hobbies, studying, or anything else, and leave night time for whatever else. But also, learn to give yourself grace. You aren't going to die because you overslept one morning and missed half (or all) of your classes. Or because you got a late start to studying. Or because you spent a day or two not really doing anything. In my YouTube research of people who've made their academic comebacks, the baseline is that as long as they met their goals *most* of the time, they remained successful. Strict routines are not always going to fall into place. They make life boring, and keep you from being social sometimes, which is really important for your mental health, which is most important for your overall success. Sometimes, life even gets in the way and your gym time may be overrun by a friend's sports game or performance. Maybe someone's upset and you have to tend to that. Or, a dreaded exam is scheduled for the middle of the time you've scheduled for tuba practice. Maybe this means you can't go to the gym or practice that day. Or you'll have to leave social time for tomorrow. This is not the end of the world. You are still just as successful as you were yesterday when you checked everything off of your to-do list. The Bottom Line. Establish routines. Stick to them as best you can. Give yourself grace. You are human. Academic weapons are human. We are not robots. You. Will. Survive.

[lostonehero]

Ah this started so sweet

Then Micheal needs a hug

Henry sighs and pokes at the dinner on his plate. His shareholders were ecstatic at the amount of press the museum was getting. They were all in for the open nights. Which wouldn't be a problem if he knew who was coming. Searching the museum turned up nothing, and the kids were quiet.

William was wearing a purple button-up and black slacks, his eyes glowing purple as he swayed, floating back and forth. It was his form of pacing since he couldn't really walk anymore, outside of his mind that was.

Henry sighs, leaning back in his chair. This wouldn't help any of them if they continued to fester on the what ifs. "The kids went quiet, and we won't know anything till this new spirit comes."

"We can't just wait." William huffs eyes glowing brighter.

"We don't have a choice, William." Henry snaps, slamming his hands against the table. "Do you think I want to wait here like a sitting duck waiting to be shot? I can't help the kids, and they won't tell us anything. All we know is that whoever this will be is bad, and the kids want to punish them."

William's eyes dim to a normal purple color. "Henry...."

Henry took a breath, relaxing. "I didn't mean to lose my temper, I just we can't just fester on something we can't change." He looks at his old friend. "We need a distraction. I need a distraction." He corrects, not wanting to speak for William.

.....

William sighs, staring at Henry. "So why are you asleep?"

Henry frowns as he lays down on William's couch in his office. "Well, I need a distraction. The range is closed, and Jen chased me off with a broom, Micheal is asleep, and Jeremy is working. I also finished my current projects and puzzles. I also can't pick up a shift at the pizza plex because it's illegal to work that many hours, even on salary." Henry sighs. The waiting wasn't getting any better, and it's only been two days.

William, for his part, has been cleaning up his mind office? The reflection of his mind space. He didn't really have a name for this place yet, but he has been going through his memories, leaving Henry alone for the most part. "Right... not that I mind the company, but...." He stops and sighs. "I can't really entertain you."

"William, you aren't a toy, and I'm not looking for you to entertain me." Henry curls up in the couch. "I think if I try anything else, Jen will end up calling Margaret."

"You're still close to her?" William bites back the sting of jealousy. She was Henry's ex-wife, key word ex, but Henry still talked fondly about her. He didn't like that.

"I mean, yeah, we're still friends. Maybe I should ask James if he wants to set something up."

"James?"

"Oh yeah, you don't know who that is." Henry stretches on the couch. "That's Margaret husband. He's a good guy. Terrible cook, though. Don't tell him I said that."

William blinks. "Margaret remarried?"

"Yeah, after Charlie.... we got divorced only a few months after that." Henry has a flash of black in his eye, but it's gone just as fast. "She had 4 more kids. They consider me their second dad. They are good kids."

William walked over to sit I the loveseat next to the couch Henry was laying in. "I'm sorry..."

"Enough with the sorry." Henry flicks William's leg. "You'll have to meet them, along with the grandkids, and I won't let you eject yourself from my body."

William raises his brow. "They want to meet me?"

"Can't imagine why?" Henry let his southern drawl out. "You are sharing my body."

William's fkrm flickers, and he's wearing his cowboy shirt again. "I'm hitching a ride." He grumbles and covers his face when Henry starts laughing.

"Sure, but you've made yourself comfy." Henry sighs. "You've been quiet. What have you've been doing?"

William sighs, welcoming the change in topic. "I've been organizing. Being alive, or well, being attached to a living person comes with raw emotions, like a live wire. I'm trying to see if I go through my memories, I can handle it better." His outfit changes to his purple button-down and black slacks. "I unfortunately haven't done what I desired to, but even my worst drinking days, I still have bits of those memories left."

Henry moved and sat up straight, staring at William. "What are you saying?"

"I don't think I've met most of the kids in the animotronics. I can tell you the 9 I killed their names and faces, but...." He frowns and rubs his temples. "The others, I don't know who they were. I mean, I do now, we shared the museum for over a decade." He sighs, leaning back in the chair. "Henry, I don't have anything on them, not even a shattered piece of a broken memory."

"Will..."

"But I know that can't be right, there are so many kids Henry, and so many animotronics. The museum is huge." He sighs, covering his face. "I can't make sense of it. I'm a monster, I'm a child killer, ok we've got that, but I remember every kid. Even in the drunken haze, I can't wash that blood off my hands."

Henry reaches out and places his hand on his friends knee. "William, please relax." He frowns, not liking what the new implications are. "When was the last time you saw Clara?"

William flashed purple with that name but quickly relaxed and sighed. "Maybe a week before the springlocks went off. I really wanted to get away from her, I thought if I could just use the old suit, she would just leave me be. I was drunk, though, so I wasn't thinking straight. I just wanted to stop." He sighs. "I deserve that pain, the failure, the kids told me." He takes a breath. "The kids told me in the museum that I didn't. They said it hours for me to finally die. I don't think they like listening to my wheezing."

"William...."

Fresh blood was on William. His shirt looked like it had been through a shredder. "I remember dying, I remember my last breaths, I can feel the springs in my body. Jumping into you took away that dull ache, the constant reminder of what had happened. Henry, my body, my bones are still locked in place, still broken frozen in that suit. I-"

Henry cuts him off, pulling him into a hug. "William, that's enough. For better or worse, we're in this together now."

William holds onto Henry like he's his lifeline to everything. "I- I don't think I hurt the others." He doesn't want to let go. He doesn't want Henry to let go.

Henry pulls away, keeping his hands on William's shoulders. "I don't think you did either."

William swallows, fighting against his entire being to not lean into Henry's touch. "You believe me?"

"Of course, my old friend." Henry, let's go and return to his seat.

William bites back a whine at the loss of touch. "Do you think..."

"Clara was the one to kill the others." Henry doesn't let William finish his thought.

"But why? And how? I wasn't there for her to use." William frowns. "I was her puppet." He stops. "I rather we discuss something else now."

Henry pauses and grabs William's hand. "Alright, fine, something else."

William holds on confused but follows his friend outside his office. "What are we doing?" He was still bloody, and Henry could see chains around his neck and arms.

"Well, we're in my head, and well, how about some old memories." He smiles, pulling William into his home, his mind. "I'm sure I can dig something up to brighten the mood."

William didn't look convinced but let himself be dragged to a door. He did recognize the door. He knew he replaced this door after they had an accident while the kids were at school, and that's why they never tested their animotronics at home again.

Henry pushed open the door to the memory.

Henry had baby Charlie on his hip while William was on the couch holding little baby Micheal. "I thought you said no work with the kids." Henry says, placing Charlie in the playpen.

William sighs. "Clara wanted a personal day, and that meant no Micheal in the home." Pure blue eyes stared up at William as he chewed on his father's shirt. "I don't think we can waste another day."

Henry chuckles. "You can put Micheal down, Willy. It's not like he is able to climb out of the pen yet, and he's only two months older than Charlie."

Henry watches his friend make no move to put his son down. "I can work perfectly fine like this. We are designing not building anything."

Henry smiles softly. When did William pout? He looked like a wonderful father. He blinks and shakes his head. "Ok, ideas, ideas." Henry mumbled, watching William lose focus as he tried to get Micheal's attention.

"You're a little minx, a little thief, a little cute fox." William smiles as Micheal giggles.

Charlie moved herself to her stomach and was content flailing her limbs. Henry knew better than to pick her up. She knew how to throw a tantrum from being bothered. He pauses, and a fox could be a good idea. "A thief fox?"

William hums. "Yes, he's my little heart thief, a little foxy thief."

Henry smiles, writing the note down, and a little design next to it. They weren't going to get much more than that done.

Henry shut the memory closed, looking back at William, whose outfit has changed to jeans and a purple shirt. "I thought you would like seeing Micheal that little again."

William smiles and nods, and he wipes his eyes. "You still remember that? How did we even get foxy from that? Thief to a pirate."

"I dunno it made sense to you." Henry smiles playfully, punching William.

"Yeah, yeah, it was just baby talk." He smiles. "Thanks, Henry."

Henry pauses. "It's odd, I've never been able to pick and review memories like this before, like they were pockets of time I could rewatch."

William sighs. "That may be my fault. When you're dead, your life, everything is laid out before you, emotions or whatever affected you at the time are washed away. You are left with your memories, not tarnished by opinions or emotions. Granted, I don't know what happens when you move on. The kids do, but they don't move on." He shrugs.

Henry pauses. "So I can go through anything?"

"Anything you can recall." William looked at Henry, who looked deep in thought.

"Hmmm, maybe..." Henry raises his hand, and the area shifts, and a door William didn't recognize was in front of them. "I didn't actually think that would work."

William blinks, looking at Henry. "What's this?"

Henry doesn't answer and opens the door. The smell of rain and the cold wind are felt through the memory.

Henry was running, covering his head with a folder. He stood out of the dreary scenery like a sore thumb. White button-up and suspenders tan pants that look like they were used for nothing but farm work. He ran under the roof of the building out of the rain. He knocked into someone.

William knew what this memory was. It was their first meeting.

"Excuse me, I'm lost." Henry sweeped back his wet hair from his face. "I'm looking for the entrance hall, I think I missed a turn."

"You missed your country." The taller brunette sighed.

Henry chuckles. "I'm Henry, and you are?" He holds out his hand.

"Not looking to get wet..." the man sighs. "You aren't lost. The doors aren't open yet."

"Oh great." Henry smiles again. "I got here on an exchange program for engineering. Say, how do you feel about robots?"

The taller man smirks, trying not to look interested. "I believe I'm here for the same program... William."

"Huh?"

"William, that's my name." The guy smiles it looks like he was really out of practice.

Henry grabbed his hand. "Well, it's nice to meet you, William. Maybe you can teach me a thing or two about this place."

The man grimaced at the wet hand but sighed. "I suppose I could."

"Great." Henry smiles, and the door on the memory shut.

Henry chuckles. "I can't believe we both forgot that the orientation was pushed to the next day. How long did we spend out in the rain?"

"Long enough, we both got sick and almost missed our first day of classes. William sighs and smiles.

......

Jeremy was lying in Micheal's lap, staring at the mkrror above him. "Do we have any updates? All I have to report is that the music box is still playing."

Micheal shrugs, looking up at the mirror. " Kids are still quiet. Did you finally learn how to change clothes?"

William rolls his eyes. "Does this look like something I'll wear?"

Micheal snickers, covering Jeremy's mouth. "Don't translate, I know that look of annoyance anywhere."

Jeremy giggles.

Henry smiles. "I am on a mandatory leave from working."

"You broke into the pizza plex and went over the entire code with a fine tooth comb." William sighs.

"It's not breaking in if you're the one who made the locks." Henry waves his hand. "Besides, I'm salaried. My hours shouldn't count."

"That's not how the labor laws work, Mr. Emily." Jeremy hums. "And you're the owner technically, and the board thought you were working too much. It's only been a week."

Henry sinks into his spot on the couch. "I want to be prepared. None of us know what is coming or who this will be. All we know is that the kids hate them, and we know how hard it is to get all of those kids to agree on one thing."

"What have you been doing to pastor time?" Micheal says, giving a look to his father.

Henry hums. "Jen won't let me help her. The range has been closed due to a break in, I've been using my weights and going for a nice walk around the neighborhood. I do have a few small building projects I finished. I might start a few more."

"Maybe you should take this time to relax, Mr. Emily. I'm sure whoever is dying will take their time." Jeremy looks to Micheal then to William.

Micheal sighs. "You're as bad as father."

Henry chuckles. "Micheal, you haven't been resting enough either."

Micheal looks away. "I've had things on my mind."

.....

Micheal froze as he sat alone in the museum. The music box had stopped. Something moved from the display, and the lights went out one by one. Micheal held his flashlight and held his breath as he stepped forward.

The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he could feel eyes on him from all directions. He grits his teeth as his light clicks on, and he makes his way slowly towards Ballora.

A soft female voice makes Micheal drop his flashlight. "Oh Micheal, you came to visit me?"

Micheal stepped back, one two, and he was running. He ran till he was in the security office. He shoved himself under the desk and hugged his knees.

"Micheal, come on out. Mommy is looking for her son." Her voice claws at Micheal's ears as he shuts his eyes and covers his ears.

"Micheal, you know I hate playing this game. Come now, you don't want the table time again." Her voice keeps playing.

Micheal couldn't breathe. It was too much, he couldn't, he couldn't.

"Micheal, come out here. Your mom misses you. Why don't you listen to your mother? You're being a very bad boy, Micheal."

.....

Henry didn't even put on his glasses when he grabbed the rining phone from his bed. "This is Henry Emily." He yawns, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

A woman spoke on the line. It was the head of the morning security. "Mr. Emily, I know I was not to call unless it was an emergency."

Henry was fully awake as he sat up. "Is everyone ok?"

"The new night guard." She pauses. "Sir, there's blood, and you told me to call you before the police." She swallows. "I've followed the blood, and I found the night guard, his name is Micheal."

Henry swallows. "Vanessa, I want you to listen to me carefully." He hears a conformation on the other side of the line. "Block off the room till I get there. I'll take him."

There is a short pause. "Understood, sir, shall I tell anyone?"

"Let me handle it." He hangs up the phone. He can feel William in his office. He can't risk anymore time to get him out.

....

Henry looked like a mess. He fumbled with his own security card as he entered the building. He looked like a mess, his hair not properly brushed, his shirt wasn't tucked in, and he put on an old pair of blue jeans. There wasn't any effort to cover up or to look proper. He took a breath. "Vanessa, show to me to him."

His head guard nodded and guided Henry to the security office. "He is under the desk, careful sir there are puddles of blood."

"Thank you, Vanessa. I wasn't extra eyes on the Ballora exhibit, and I'll do matientice later today." Henry motions for her to leave as he enters the office, shutting the door behind him.

The smell of blood reached him first, then the sound of scratching, and finally, the sight of his nephew, he was scratching at his arms to the point they were bloody and ribbons of flesh were torn off next to him.

Henry swallowed, stepping forward. "Micheal?" He walked around the small puddles of blood. "Micheal, it's your uncle." The scratching stopped, and Micheal trained his eyes on Henry.

Micheal has crammed himself into a corner under the desk. His own fingernails were stained red along with his hands. Blood dripped from his chin. He was biting at his hands first.

Henry swallowed a scream when he stepped on a pile of fingers. He took a breath. "Micheal, can you come out? Do you need me to get you to a hospital?"

Micheal stared at Henry, eyes unfocused and glazed over.

Henry dials 911.

....

Henry hated hospitals, he hated the smell, he hated the lighting, and he hated what they meant to him. The chair was stiff and uncomfortable. The TV played a random drama of the week that he couldn't pay attention to. The smell of disinfectant and the murmur of machines. It made his skin itch.

The talk with the police was easy. The cost of the clean-up was pennies. The waiting, the waiting, the waiting alone. He felt as if he was back the day Charlie was killed. Back at the station body numb as he was asked to identify her body. William was still in his office. He didn't know. He didn't see. He didn't tell Jeremy, what kind of man was he?

A nurse tapped him on the shoulder. "Are you Micheal Afton's uncle?"

Henry nodded. His mouth felt like it was full of cotton.

"You can come see Micheal now." The nurse helped him up, and Henry for the first time since William he wanted his cane.

It didn't get better when he saw Micheal. He had a leather mask around his mouth to prevent biting. His arms were wrapped in heavy, thick bandages, and his hands had thick leather mittens to prevent scratching as well.

"He's sedated. We couldn't get him to stop..." The nurse pauses. "This was an extreme stress response. We don't know what caused it, but his history can give us insight."

Henry nods, his voice quiet. "Can I stay?"

"The police will be back to ask more questions."

"I know." Henry pulls a chair next to Micheal's side. "You poor boy, I won't let anyone harm you ever again as long as I stand."

The nurse lingers for a moment before leaving the two alone.

.....

Jeremy hated hospitals. If he didn't need the 6 month checkups for his head injury, he wouldn't go. He hated the smell and the look from the doctors and nurses. He knew his scar was massive, and he knew that he stood out. He was well known to this hospital. Hell, the doctors still knew him on a first name basis.

The text from Henry didn't help his growing anxiety about the situation. "Uh, I'm here to see Micheal Afton, I'm his partner."

The nurse at the desk tapped away at her screen and pointed down the hall. "He's the 6th door down, his uncle is already inside." She didn't even look up from her chair.

Jeremy deflates and heads over. He nearly fainted when he saw Micheal. He didn't even notice grab him when he swayed.

"Easy kid, I don't think they will let you two share a room." Henry sighs.

Jeremy laughs, it's a bitter noise. "How?"

"The head of security found him." He frowns. "I called the police. He did this to himself. We don't know what triggered it. William doesn't even know yet."

Jeremy let's Henry bring him to a chair. "Do you think it's because..."

Henry frowns. "I can't ask the kids until tonight. I don't want to leave till Micheal wakes up."

Jeremy nods. "I will stay if he doesn't by tonight."

...

Micheal knew the sounds around him as he pulled himself from the haze of the medications he knew he was under. He cracked his eye open and groaned. His arms felt like that were on fire, and his hands felt like lead. He scanned the room he was in, and he felt the needles in his shoulders and saw the ivs.

"M-mask..." He groans.

Two men were by his side almost immediately.

"Micheal...." That voice that was Jeremy.

"Do you need the doctor?" That one was Henry.

Micheal frowns. "I-i." He chews his lip. "Dad?"

Henry frowns. "He doesn't know yet. He hasn't left his office."

Micheal felt like a child. He wanted his dad to comfort him. He wanted his dad to chase away the bad thoughts. He wanted his dad to protect him against his mom. He swallows. "I want dad." He sounded tired and weak. He wanted the father his siblings talked about. He wanted his father to hold him and tell him everything was ok.

Jeremy glanced at Henry and then back at Micheal. "Mr. Emily can get him."

Micheal tries to pull his arms closer and realizes they were strapped to the bed. He whimpers. "I let her back in my head." He sounds defeated.

Henry knew what that meant, and it made him feel as if he swallowed iron.

Micheal shut his eyes. "Uncle Henry, can you ask Father to come out?" He flounders, he sounded so small. "I'm sorry."

Henry shook his head. "I'll drag him out if I have to." He brushed the brown hair put of Micheal's face. "I'll get him...." He stops watching Micheal face relax, he fell back asleep.

Jeremy nods. "I'll tell the doctors."

...

Henry sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair. He didn't feel William, anywhere else, but his office, his own mind, not his. He sighs, shutting his eyes. Opening, he was in darkness, eyes adjusting to the decimation of his home, his mind. He swallows and traces his claws along the hallway.

Every step creaked, and broken glass laid beneath his feet. With each step, the crunch got louder. Broken sparks from lights hung overhead as he made his way to the light that escaped from his friends door. Placing a clawed hand on the door, the other he wedged in the crack, he growled and ripped the door open.

William grits his teeth and cries out as he feels the door ripped open. Henry stood at the entrance, a monster of his friend. He felt claws on his neck as Henry tightened his grip on the doorframe. "H-henry?"

Henry took a breath as he looked at William, black eyes stared into William. "Get out." Henry growls.

"W-what?" William steps back and yelps when Henry charges and grabs him. "Henry, what did I..." William can't finish his thought he isn't in his office. Claws weren't around his throat. A heartbeat hammered in his chest.

He gripped the handles of the seat he was in. He was breathing, he had a heartbeat, and he was in control. He didn't want to be in control. He cracked an eye open, the room was.... opening the other eye. This was a hospital room.

He saw Henry, he was dark, a clawed hand pointed to the bed. William's eyes followed the direction his friend pointed to and his breath caught in his throat. Henry's heart hammered in the body he was using.

Henry didn't say anything. William got up. His legs were shaking as he moved forward like he was teaching himself how to walk again. Legs heavy with gravity, he pushed himself to Micheal's side. He couldn't speak. It wouldn't be his voice.

William brushed the hair out of Micheal's face. He couldn't speak. Micheal's eyes opened, and Henry was back in his body. He gripped the railing, steadying himself. He felt empty, no, not empty, William was still there. He felt distance.

Micheals eyes trained on someone he never thought he would see. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he swallowed. "Father?" His voice is hoarse, and he weakly pulled at the restraints on his hands as he tried to reach for him.

William felt small. He could feel a whirlwind in his mind, too many emotions, to many feelings at once. He stared down at Micheal. He didn't know what he did he just needed to be here.

"Micheal." William smiled he could feel tears drip down his cheeks. "Micheal, my little fox, what happened?

A rush of emotions surrounded William like a hurricane. "Father, I'm sorry." Micheal whimpers. "I-i."

William stared at Micheal. "My little foxy boy, you have nothing to apologize for. You don't need to apologize. You're safe, and I won't let anyone hurt you."

Micheal was crying. He couldn't help it. His father was saying everything that he ever wanted to hear. He wanted to reach out. He wanted to hug him. A pain look flashed across his face as he could feel stitches pop from his movement as he struggled against the restraints. He blinked, and his father was gone, and Henry was staring at him. No, he was holding his head.

.....

Jeremy led the doctors in the room. "I think he popped his stitches." He watched a nurse assist Henry, whose purple eye was bleeding.

"I'm fine, help Micheal." Henry pushed the nurse away, rubbing his eyes. It felt as if his entire being was slammed into, like something crashed inside of him. He felt like throwing up and passing out in the same breath, and his head pound across his skull. He looked up and saw William again. He had vanished, but he was dry heaving and was shaking like a leaf.

"Are you ok?" The nurse asked again, offering a napkin to Henry.

Henry nodded and took the napkin. He didn't realize his eye was bleeding. "I am fine." He took a breath he didn't realize he was holding and felt full again. Did William jump to Micheal? Is that why he felt so empty? It didn't hurt when William entered his body before.

Micheal was awake and staring at the doctors, who quickly replaced his bandages and removed the restraints. "Thank you." He barely gets out, turning his head to his uncle.

Henry looks over, staring at Micheal. "Are you ok?"

Micheal shuts his eyes and sighs. "That's a loaded question." He gives a strangled laugh. "You're the one bleeding from the eye."

Henry frowns. "Micheal?" He turns his sight to William, who is paler than normal.

Dry heaving again, he gags. "Bloody.... fuck...." He flickers, and his clothes are jeans and a purple collar shirt. "Micheal is banned from the fucking hospital." William groans as he coughs.

Micheal seems to relax. "Uncle Henry." He looks at Jeremy. "Jeremy." He looks up at the ceiling. "I'm at the hospital. I'm ok, no, I'm recovering." He corrects.

Jeremy smiles and rushes over to his bedside. "I love you."

"I love you too." Micheal smiles softly. "I want this mask off."

"That can be arranged." Jeremy chuckles.

Henry blinks his eye isn't bleeding anymore. He pauses. "I think I might have your fingers still in my car."

"What?" William appeared next to Micheal, looking at his covered hands. "Did he lose his fingers?"

Micheal turns his his head to face Henry, and he laughs like the weight of the world was off his shoulders.

[sakura-ame-no-ai]

"bring a jacket next time."

pairings: tetsurou kuroo x reader

genre: fluff

notes: in japan, their way of checking the time is much different than america. they use 24-hour clocks. so if it was 1 in the afternoon, it would be counted as 13:00 for them.

a/n: it felt like some special holiday for me today and i don't know why... but seriously, how is my last kenma fanfic getting so much love istg- anyways, enjoy this fanfiction! i couldn't think of a good title for this on... :sob:

you sneeze suddenly when a gust of wind blows against your legs. it is indeed cold outside, but the shriveled leaves scraping their way down the street makes it seem much colder.

"why does it have to be so cold on a beautiful night like this..," you mutter to yourself, wrapping yourself with your arms.

too bad you didn't contemplate on bringing a jacket with you before bursting through the door with kuroo calling behind you.

well, now you feel a little guilty remembering that you lied to kuroo that you were going to buy some snacks at a nearby konbini. in reality, you just want to spend most of the night searching for some shooting stars.

you make a brief trip to the park, to which you find everything abandoned. that one big red slide that you always see children fighting to have their turn on is now empty and lonely. the swings seem motionless, too. however, they still rock back and forth every now and then when a chilly breeze rushes by. the seesaw is tilted down at an angle, making one side touch the ground full of woodchips.

you search for that favorite brown bench that has legs made out of an elegant black metal of some sort. soon, you discover it sitting under a big maple tree silently. it faces a metal fence that is as high as your waist, which a beautiful view of a huge lake stretches out on the other side of that fence. you don't hesitate to plop down and make yourself comfy on the bench, admiring the wavy reflection of the glittering stars and moon on the water's surface.

you could stare at such a view all day...

well, you would if you had brought a jacket though.

the cold night air wraps around you, trying to embrace you in a friendly way, but all it does is make you shiver and lift your feet onto the bench. you hug your knees and bury your mouth and nose inside your arms and knees, cursing to yourself about why you were stupid enough to not bring some warm clothing before setting out.

"just like i thought," a voice that sounds very familiar booms out from behind you, making you flinch.

you turn your head around to see a bedhair walk up to you with a cheeky grin.

"tetsu?!" you squeal, a little shocked that he actually know exactly where you were. "how did you know i'm here?"

kuroo is bundled up in a scarf and his nekoma jacket. he also has a thick piece of folded cloth draped over his right arm, making you assume that it's probably a blanket.

"i've never seen you that eager to do some shopping at the konbini, kitten," he replies, taking a seat next to you.

"you've always been a fan of sceneries outside, so that gave me an idea."

you give him a look of amazement, awed by the fact that he knows you very well like you're his child or something. however, it isn't long before kuroo bonks you on the head.

"you little rascal~ why didn't you bring a coat? it's like below 25 degrees celsius, and here you are, hanging out at the park, short-sleeved, and without a jacket or coat."

you whimper at his remarks.

"well, you know i was excited, tetsu..," you pout, puffing your cheeks out.

he chuckles, "nobody was blaming you, ok?"

kuroo takes a moment to peel off his nekoma jacket and place it over your shoulders. you gratefully hug it over your shoulders. other than the fact that it smells strongly of that lavender body soap you gave him, the jacket felt warm from kuroo's body heat, making you feel safe.

an unintentional smile slips onto your lips and you readjust your gaze to the sky.

"say... do you think there will be any shooting stars tonight?"

kuroo lifts a brow before fixing his gaze at the sky as well.

"oya? hunting for shooting stars?"

you nod eagerly, continuing to look up attentively.

"mhm! you told me that it's shooting star season!"

the branches of the maple tree above you sway gently, swishing its leaves together to create gentle rustling sounds.

kuroo smiles and points towards one of the stars.

"do you know how stars are formed, n/n?" he asks you, his finger directing your gaze towards the appointed star.

you squint to make a more intricate observation of the star while racking your brain, trying to remember your astrology lessons at school.

"well... don't stars form from accumulated gas and dust in space?" you finally conclude, remembering one fact your teacher has emphasized back then.

kuroo nods happily.

"yep. stars form when the gravity of the dust and air collapse together, which makes them heat up out of pressure."

he continues to ramble on about how stars mostly contain hydrogen and helium, the lightest elements to exist in the universe, and how stars are, in reality, exploding balls of gas.

you listen patiently as he explains. you are always interested in his nerdy science talk, as well as the way he is invested in his own world when a discussion related to a scientific topic arises.

it takes him a little bit to finish his explanation with a sneeze.

of course, he's not wearing his jacket. that's why.

you take off the jacket you were wearing and hand it to him.

"you're gonna catch a cold, so take your jacket back."

however, he pushes it back into your chest.

"no, kitten. you have it. i'm worried about you more."

you begin to pout, angry that he's always caring for your health instead of his own.

"no, kuroo," you say with an upset look. "this is not my jacket."

you two begin fighting about who should wear kuroo's jacket, exaggerating the possibilities of not wearing one and lecturing one another.

"that's it," kuroo sighs, looking troubled.

at first, you are confused by his words.

"what do you m-"

it was at this moment that kuroo covers the blanket that you forgot he had brought onto his back and then trapping you inside his arms, wrapping your body inside the blanket.

"there, now we're both warm," he smirks.

you take a while to understand the situation you're currently in before blushing madly. you look up at him, only to see that usual proud smirk on his face. he obviously did this on purpose.

"tetsu?! what the actual hell?!" you scream.

"oya? anything wrong?" he asks a little too 'innocently', pissing you off.

you growl back, "of course, you dumbass! people might see us and take this to like a million different wrong directions!"

"kitten, it's almost half-past 23:00. it's really unlikely that we'll be seen since most people are asleep."

you can't counter back, because that sly cat is right. most people are asleep at this time, so it's highly unlikely that you'd get caught like this with kuroo.

you have no idea how to react, so you decide to lean your back against kuroo, resting your head on his chest. at least, you realize that you feel much warmer than wearing his jacket. in the end, you start to relax, paying closer attention to the steady rise and fall of his chest while he breathes.

"do you ever see stars as memories when you look at them?" you ask kuroo, tilting your head upwards to meet his gaze.

"sometimes," he smiles, looks at one of the stars.

"like that one near that giant cloud reminds me of when i stole your meat from your lunchbox."

you cough.

"do you think this is a great time to bring this up??"

he only smirks at you. "you asked if i get reminded of anything when i look at a star."

you pout a little and fix your eyes to another star and point your finger towards it.

"well, this one reminds me of when yaku beat your ass for stealing meat from my lunchbox."

you two begin talking back and forth, saying which star represented which memory, laughing about the old days, and fighting about various things, like who should've gotten to eat that scrumptious piece of steak.

as you come back to argue about the lunchbox situation again, a white streak catches your eyes, snapping your attention back to the sky.

"look, tetsu! shooting stars!" you exclaim.

what kuroo turns his head to look at the sky with you.

sure enough, more streaks of white rain down like a slight drizzle.

"hurry up! make a wish!" you tell him before clasping your hands together before your face and close your eyes.

kuroo looks at you, then back at the sky. after a while, he closes his eyes and makes his wish.

i want to stay by y/n's side, even after i graduate.

however, he doesn't say it out loud. instead, he wraps his arms around your chest after you have finished making your wish.

for the first time in forever, kuroo gives you the most genuine smile that you've ever seen, which surprises you since you're so used to his cheeky smirks. it reminds you of honey and its sweet flavor.

"you know, kitty, we could do this next time," he coos in the sweetest voice you've ever heard him use.

"did you think i'd stop you?"

"ummmm..."

you look side-ways towards the tree beside you before give him your honest response.

"weeeeell, i thought you'd tell me it'd be too late into the night to do something like this and that i wouldn't be able to wake up if i stay up star-hunting."

kuroo chuckles, petting your head lightly with that big hand of his

"things like this are exceptions."

your eyes light up to his words. he has officially announced the permit to stay up searching for shooting stars that you adore a lot. it makes you very happy that you smile back warmly.

"thank you, tetsurou," you sigh, leaning into his chest comfortably.

"it's nothing, y/n."

he continues to stroke your hair in a soothing way as he maintains that genuine smile on his lips.

"just bring a jacket next time, or star-hunting will be off-limits."

[osamusriceballs]

Hello! I’m fairly new here and you’re one of the first blogs i have followed. I have read your entire master list and i think its an accepted fact that you are one of the best writers in this site generally and specially because of your characterization. I summoned all my guts to send my first ask on this app to a very special writer that is you, if its ok may i ask for a confession scene with Aone. Our gentle giant needs more love. (1/2)

2/2 In the manga his current concern is that no one sits next to him on the train, so I’d like to resolve this concern by asking for such a scenario that also revolves around his concern. Thank you so much for reading through my asks. I hope you know that you are loved by many here. Thank you for your hard work and for your genuine response to every ask. Your blog feels like hanging out with a friend you haven’t seen in a while; its comfy and welcoming? 🍙

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An accepted fact- the way how you just casually say that- got me-

I'M AGSJUQJ

You’re amazing. Your emoji choice is amazing. You just made me smile, and I’ll think about this forever OMG--

SEROUSLY- AONE- AMAZING REQUEST- I’M EXCITED TO WRITE FOR HIM FOR THE FIRST TIME- THANK YOU FOR THIS

AND YOU- AMAZING PERSON

I'm dead- searching for words to express my gratitude- but I can only offer you this scenario >.<

PLEASE FEEL HUGGED! LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

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Moments

Aone x Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 1,7 k

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“Mommy, I don't want to sit there!”

“It's okay honey, just come here.”

You look at the child running to his mum and sitting in her lap- and then to the place he didn't want to sit anymore.

The white haired giant. He was quietly sitting there and starring at the child- his expression impossible to read.

You had seen him a few times before- you always took the same train to school. Yet, he always sat alone.

You gulp before you slowly make your way to him. It was the last free spot in the train, and you didn't want to stand the whole ride- for more than half an hour.

Your hands were slightly shaking when you stood right next to him.

He silently looks at you while you gather all your courage.

“Is- is that seat free?”

Your breath was heavy- why did he have such an intimidating presence?

He nods.

You slowly sink on the seat and after a few seconds of surprise, he even tries to make more space for you, so that your thighs wouldn't touch- but he was just too tall for the small seats.

You tried to calm down your fast beating heart, and you stoically look straight forward.

You don't know how much time has passed until you dared to look to the side.

He was looking out of the window, but you could see the reflection of his face.

Was that- a smile?

You never would have thought to see the scary giant smile- he looked so happy that your heart just skipped a beat. Now that your paid a closer look, you saw that he actually wasn't intimidating- it was mostly his size that made that impression.

“Uhm-” you clear your throat after you quickly wiped your sweaty hand on your skirt, and he stiffens- like an animal on guard.

He turns to you, and his face was as hard to read as before again.

You gulp again.

“I- I'm y/n.”

You lift your hand and wait for him to shake yours.

His eyes shortly widen, before he slowly takes your hand.

His hand was big and warm, and his grip firm, maybe a bit too tight, like he didn't know how much pressure he should apply- it was almost painful, but you tried to keep calm. His eyes still looked at yours, and you frown- still waiting for his answer.

He let's your hand go, and finally speaks- the first time you ever heard his voice. It was quiet and deep, but very pleasant.

“Aone Takanobu.”

You try to smile encouragingly at him, but your heart still beats a bit too fast- was it his presence or the smile you saw before? What got you so excited?

Then his face suddenly turned soft.

You gasp- but before you could say something, you realized that this was your station.

You quickly stood up and slightly bow before you murmur a quick goodbye.

His eyes were following you when you got off the train, and his gaze was still on you when you were at the other side of the glass.

You shyly raise your hand and wave- and much to your surprise he waves back until the train was gone.

You take a deep breath and bury your face in your hands, before you made your way home with a slight smile on your face.

What an unusual encounter.

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The next day

Aone.

He was sitting alone again.

You saw him even before you entered the train.

You straightforward make your way towards him. You didn't care about the other free seats- you would sit next to him.

His eyes widen in surprise and he quickly pulls his backpack from the seat to his lap to make some space for you.

You slid on the empty space next to him, and look at him with an beaming smile.

“Hello, Aone-san!”

He starred at you- without blinking.

A few seconds pass, and your smile starts to slowly falter, but you force yourself not to flinch back- until he hesitantly nods.

“Good morning, y/n-san.”

You smile at the polite way he addressed you and chuckle.

“You don't have to be so formal! Just call me by my name! I'm gonna call you Aone-kun, is that okay?”

He nods.

Silence.

Not uncomfortable though.

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A few days after that

“Aone-kun.”

You mumble before you sit down.

You yawn and lean back with closed eyes.

He looks worriedly at you.

“Why are you so tired? Are you sick?”

You barely notice that his hand was on your forehead to check your temperature. If you hadn't been so tired, you probably would have blushed, but you were just already dazing off.

“No- stayed up all night to learn. Just let me rest a bit.” You yawn again, when you drift off to dreamland.

“Y/n.”

His voice-

“Y/n.”

A slight ruck on your shoulder.

“Y/n. Your station.”

You slowly open your eyes. You were still so sleepy that your eyes couldn't focus on your surrounding- and you notice that your mouth was wide open, and something wet at the corner of your mouth. You quickly close your mouth when you notice it was drool- you were drooling in your sleep-

And- What did your head rest on? Something warm and comfortable- that was not the seat, it smelled way too good for that.

Your eyes were wide open when your realize that your head was on Aone's chest- his arms were around you to make you more comfortable, and you gasp when you realize that you were drooling on his sweater-

“Aone-kun!”

You shriek.

“I'm so sorry! You should just have pushed me away.”

“I don't mind, it's fine. You looked like you needed to sleep.”

His arms slowly let go of you when you made an attempt to sit straight- very slowly though, and you immediately miss his warmth when you stood up to get off the train.

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Just a bit later

“Aone-kun!” you yell excitedly.

He gives you a surprised glance.

“Hmm?” his usual grunt.

“I got an A on my project! You know the one I told you about, it was really hard, but I made it!”

You smile and look happily at him

A smile makes its way to his lips, and he pats your head- and your cheeks blush at his touch and his intense gaze.

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The calm before the storm

“It's raining.”

You sigh when you look out the window that was covered in raindrops.

Aone looks at you from the side.

“Do you have an umbrella?”

You flinch- you didn't.

You shook your head with a sigh.

“I don't, but it's okay. It's just a small walk.”

He was quiet.

But right before you had to get off, he hands you his sweater. You looked down on him in the seat- one of the rare times when he had to look up to someone.

“Take it. You can return it tomorrow.”

Your eyes widen when you take it.

“Are- are you sure?”

He nods.

You pull it over- it was huge on you, and you had to roll up the sleeves.

You smile at him- “Thanks- I'll wash it for you!”

He nods again.

You wave when you disappear in the rain.

You didn't see the smile that was on his face- the smile that appeared when he saw you in his sweater.

____________________

Then

“Hey, Aone-kun!”

He was unusually silent today. And he seemed nervous. What was wrong?

You try to start a conversation as always, but he seems very distant today. His face has a gloomy expression, much like the one he had when he used to be alone in the train.

You sit next to each other in silence- and it was not the comfortable silence you two sometimes shared, but a tense silence- the one that made you move around uncomfortably in your seat.

“Is everything alright?” You couldn't bear it any longer. You just face him and directly confront him.

He seems surprised, and quickly turns his head away.

“Aone-kun?” you ask and shyly take his hand. He freezes at your touch, but quickly turns back to you with a slight blush.

You realize that you were still holding his hand, and wanted to pull away- but his hand suddenly held yours tight- you couldn't pull back.

His other hand grabs something from his pocket, and you hear the sound of crumbled paper.

He turns your hand around and puts a flyer in your palm, before he releases his soft grip.

You gulp before you pull your hand back with flushed cheeks and have a look at the flyer.

“Dateko vs Karasuno”

You look at the date- tomorrow.

He quietly observes your reaction, not saying anything, only waiting for you to respond.

“That's amazing! That's the team you lost against last year right? I'm sure you'll win this year!”

He hums and it was silent. You still hold the flyer in your hands and your hands grabbed it tightly when he spoke again.

“Do you want to come?”

____________________

Finally

“You were amazing Aone-kun! I'm so sorry that I couldn't see you after the game, but I had to catch the last train- I saw how you made the last point though, that was amazing!”

The words immediately came out of your mouth when you sit next to him.

He just nods- but a slight smile came to his face.

“Thank you for coming.”

His voice was quiet as usual. But it had this effect on you- the effect that you would always forget about everything around you. It always felt like you two were alone in the train.

“Y/n?”

Hesitantly- he hesitantly takes your hand and your lips part in surprise.

His grip was soft- he was holding your hands carefully- like he finally learned how to properly touch you.

You held your breath when his face came a bit closer- his eyes looking at yours, locking your gaze.

“Would you come again next time?”

Your eyes widen- but you manage to nod- you felt like back when you met him for the first time.

You didn't know it at that moment- but this question meant so much more to him.  

His way to confess- but you would only realize that later.

[creek-cryptid-deluxe]

WARNING DRAMA AHEAD

(Which is crazy because I try to actively have a drama free lifestyle)

So, awhile back I wrote about some issues in a friend group containing A & Em. Summary: I chatted with Em about A unintentionally making me feel shitty for FINALLY accepting my limitations & making lifestyle & wardrobe changes to reflect that. Em said she'd talk to A because if I did it, A might feel attacked & get defensive.

Day before yesterday, Em dropped by to hang, help me put together a shoerack, and go to a local costume shop that does rentals and serves all the theater departments & dance companies in a 70 mile radius. This shop is amazing, been around since I was little, almost everything is hand made with amazing care and detail, and the decor in their shop is ever changing, detailed, and super fucking cool. ANYWAY, we got on the subject of A, whom I've only seen once or twice since talking to Em about it & seemed ok both times aside from getting legit pissed that I'm better at macrame plant holders than she is. Apparently A currently thinks I dislike her or like her less or something. So I asked Em if I should gently talk to her about it and see if we can reach an understanding. She said she thought it was a good idea h really, I don't like one of my friends thinking I dislike them. So yesterday I pulled together some courage and messaged her. The following is the conversation that occured:

Me: So, I've heard that you are upset and under the impression that I don't like you anymore or like you less or something. So I'm gonna clear the air, but I'm gonna be blunt and honest with you because I'm not down for lying. K? (And let me go ahead and flat out say, I don't dislike you or like you any less)

A:I've just been feeling some reservations toward me lately. Go ahead I can take blunt.

(Spoiler: she cannot take even sugarcoated gentle level blunt)

ME: So here is the deal. My illness is eternal and is only ever going to get worse. In fact, it is constantly getting worse in small, large, and sometimes interesting & unexpected ways. Sometimes it creeps on slowly, sometimes it hits like an anvil was dropped on me. Therefore I am constantly having to adjust my lifestyle, activities, wardrobe... EVERYTHING. Very recently, I realized that I have spent the last 3 years trying to live my old life and just cope so my quality of life has been SHIT. I've finally truly accepted the shithole that is my health for what it is and have started to truly make real adjustments to my lifestyle, hobbies, wardrobe, ect. Because I will never get better and live in about 400 sq ft (at best) that means when I realize something doesn't fit my abilities or needs anymore, I get rid of it. However, I always offer those things to the kids & my friends first before donating them. But here's the thing, when I offer these things to you, I get a load of questions & comments that end up making me feel like I have failed as a person for realizing what has taken me 3 years to realize. For example: when I told you that Julia's candles were my last batch ever, there were loads of 'have you tried...' and 'I'm sure you can find a way.' I know you mean well, but if I'm giving something up, I've truly tried ever avenue to make it work within my limits and it just doesn't. Even after I quit candles in May, I kept the stuff (which took up massive space) until August because I doubted myself and was reluctant to lose another hobby. But I need to face facts and be realistic. Same with the sweater. I am drastically altering my wardrobe for whatever the upcoming season is to fit the fact that I need my cane at all times now (POCKETS) and the fact that my clothes need to be comfy enough for me to get dressed every day not just days I'm leaving the house. I've lived in PJs for the last year and a half and it's not good for my mental health. So all things that don't fit that criteria or my new altered lifestyle must go. And it's going to be a constant process because I'm constantly getting worse. The jewelry making stuff, I genuinely forgot you wanted it because honestly i don't even remember what happened yesterday, so I'm sorry. (I had jewelry making supplies that I can't use anymore due to -15 hand strength, which I gave to Em.)

A: I'm sorry that I've been putting you down and making you feel shity. That's never been my intention. If I ask a ton of questions it's not because I don't understand the severity and challenges in your daily life. I ask so many questions because I often find unconventional wacky solutions to peoples problems all the time and if I can be in the slightest bit helpful in finding a loophole or a way you might not have seen, I thought that would be better than just saying "I'm so sorry to hear that" I figured you hear that enough but idk how often you hear people actually trying to find a way. Like the sweater example, I would have been happy to take you shopping for a fun print material the made you some pockets. Outside like a cool patchwork with awesome prints, or inside like a bond detective. But you were so quick to snap at me and explain your whole situation like I am not taking you seriously. I ask because I want to hear your needs and maybe just maybe be able to help out. But if all I do is make you feel like your grandma did then I'll do you a favor and stop inviting myself over to make you feel shitty. I'm glad Emma always knows just what to say.

Now at this point, I stopped replying. I was kind of shocked at her response. Like, I expected her to explain her intentions, despite me making it clear I knew her intentions were good, because that's what people do. I expected us to discuss how things should be moving forward so I don't continue to feel like a failure. I considered maybe mentioning somewhere in there that if I want help or advice or solutions, I'll fucking ask. But I did NOT expect those last couple sentences where she basically stomped her feet and said well since this isn't going how I want, I'm not playing with you guys anymore.

After careful thought, writing & editing over a 5 hr period, I sent this (which are screenshots from my notes because typing is rough, I wanted to convey what I wanted just right, and now you have to click on them to see the full thing. I'm sorry I've failed you, the reader of this normal convo turned melodrama, in such a fashion.):

She responded at like 2 am (when I was asleep) so I saw there was a response when I woke up, but given the history of her behavior in situations like this (conveyed via Em, who has known her MUCH longer) I decided not to open it just yet, as I'd like to relax and enjoy my day. This shit stresses me out. I don't do drama and tantrums. I don't tolerate it from my teenage Spawn, much less fucking adults. I get the feeling that the response is going to be just as melodramatic & tantrum filled. If this is how she handles her intentions not aligning with the result of her actions that were driven by said intentions, then she's in for a real shock when she leaves the cuddlebox of college and enters the real world. Your boss isn't going to care about how good your intentions were when you accidentally burned down the kitchen of the bakery you work in. They will just care that you burned down their fucking business.

Welp, may as well rip off the bandaid. For you, my dear reader, to have closure I will read the response. Back in a sec.

OMG IT WAS SO MUCH MORE DRAMATIC THAN I EXPECTED.

A:I understand. And I told you where I stand. I am the type of friend that instinctually tries to help those she cares deeply about. I'm not the friend to just sit and feel bad when there's something I can do. But I have been feeling for a while now unwanted and you have confirmed it by not saying anything then, just talking about it to my former close friend, and then throwing it in my face that you have been holding on to a box cuz of me. And like the adult i am, I don't see why I should change the type of friend I am just because some one is ungrateful for it. I'll go help someone else leave their abusive boyfriend's in the middle of the night. for the people I care about I'd do anything, anything except sit and do nothing while I'm told how much worse I make things when I try and help. I will just take my good intentions elsewhere. I have had the worst year of my life but I don't remember you asking me once anyway. I wish you the best buy obviously your life is better without me and my negativity in it. I truly am sorry I hurt your feelings and I never ever wanted to. I cherished your friendship more than you'll ever know and you can ask anyone. But because I can't see myself sitting by biting my tongue around you and waking on eggshells because I clearly can't see the bounty between helpful conversion and being a cunt. Since I respect you so much I'll go ahead and remove that stupid cunt from your life so you won't be put down again.

HOOOLY SHIT. I'm not responding to that giant fucking dramatic pity party. She legit needs to grow the fuck up. Good god.

[herdeepesthoughtsblog]

Life Lately

Hey guys! So this was supposed to be TSC 5th, but I didn't posted last week because, well, you know life happens.

I had a lot to do and even though I am really setting aside time to pause and reflect, write for myself, it's just that... stuff pile up pretty quickly and after crossing one to-do's, there's another one that I forgot to do way back two weeks ago.

See, procrastination deteriorates your productivity. So never again! If you have something you can do right now, at this very moment, do it right now.

Besides, if it's important to you, you will MAKE THE TIME.

Well, lesson learned. This safe haven of mine, my tumblr blog is important to me. Not only bc it makes my head clutter-free but also bc this is my only way of a creative outlet for now.

So, not gonna promise, but I'll try to be at least consistent here in this space. As if someone's reading here or stalking me or anything but, I could care less.

Curious? Let's get this Sunday rollin' baby!

CURRENTLY

READING: The Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert. I need a quick escape from my last reading, The 4-Hour Work Week... Still haven't finished it yet! Although I'm on the last part of the book, I need to desperately drag myself just to get by to one chapter a day. I don't want to give it up yet but Idk, I'm not in the right motivational space to continue either. I've been meaning to buy new books from my TBR, can't believe it's been two months and I'm still on the shelf-control and book buying ban phase.

WRITING: My pending article from my writing gig (hope to finish even just the rough draft tho!) I'm a week late but well, great quality writing takes time, yes?

LISTENING: Lady Marmalade (brushing my basic knowledge of the romantic language, French) yet I speak like a dummy 5 yrs old.

THINKING: A lot of things. It seems like every drawer on my highly-organized mind is open wide and I can't even proceed on how and where to start, what to share or whether what is okay to share.

SMELLING: Hand sanitizer neutral scent and my freshly clean furr balls!

WISHING: For extra hours beyond the 24 hours a day?

HOPING: That this coming week will be full of fulfillment, accomplishment, joyful intentions, good news, and abundance + blessings.

Well, I have one good news to share! I got the job offer!!! Still can't believe it. Idk, it seems surreal, I'm still in that shookt stage. But this is real, it's actually happening. I have accepted it and signed. I'll be committed into this.

I am ethereal grateful for all the opportunities that came my way, and God answering my prayers. He really does listen.

So it means that, this is it! This is the one big shot I've been chasing all my life and I can't wait to start working soon!

I've already secured and achieved my main goal for this Q1. I'm forever thankful, blessed, humbled, and happy. Patience is really something I got to work out! But in the end, it all turned out fine.

I feel like everything is now falling perfectly into place. I am contented in my life and glad about the little things. Even just having a warm cooked meal makes me melt.

This is it! This will be my stepping stone towards achieving that career.

I also hope that I'll be able to process the pre-employment requirements within this week. I'm just a bit nervous because of all the waiting game, the time it would take to get cleared and verified identification, all that stuff. I hope I can start afresh, renewed, and at my best. No more follow-ups, I hope I'll be able to complete it this week!

WEARING: An oversized sports tee, with comfy shorts.

NEEDING: More assurance, I guess? But where else I could have it? I have to train to calm my mind first and don't be a fucking nervous-wreck.

I also need a new haircut! Maybe I'll cut my hair short because new job, new look! And also I'm inspired by Aileen Xu of Lavendaire about cutting hair can also means cutting those old energies that are holding you back.

This will be a perfect opportunity for me to start fresh and confidently, of course. I think I also need to spice it up a bit by hair coloring. Any suggestions?

FEELING: Stoked! I have a lot to look forward this week and can you believe after that, we're on the 3rd month of 2022?

Today's a cool day anyway, 02-20-2022

A lot of 0s and 2s.. My boyfriend notice.

So anyway, looking back at the past week, I do enjoy our Valentine's. We eat out dinner at this aesthetically pleasing fishing vilage resto near the area. We exchanged gifts and we celebrated in love and peace.

It's also the week I received the best news in my life and I received a huge opportunity that I can't pass. I don't want to screw it up. No pressure because, I'm just plain happy, I got my dream/ideal job, it was offered to me, they were keen in selecting me. I was humbled by the experience, I don't want it to stay too much in my head.

What I'm really overjoyed is that this particular job is at the top of my list and all the parameters I set, it even exceeded my expectations of that. Location wise, career or job role wise, etc.

Dreams do come true, do they?

IDK anymore, all I know is this is it! I'm commited to this, I'll do my best. God let me have this once in a lifetime opportunity for a reason. The right reason.

My ticket to thriving career and successful life. Parents, friends, pi, self, I'm gonna make you all proud. This is all for you!

Another highlight of my week is we finally got the vaccine booster shot. Thankfully we were given a choice so I chose Pfizer, bc why not?

But then it made me weak for one whole day, my right arm swelling in numbness and internal pain. Some sort of mild side effect. But I'm cleared and all good!

So, I hope you had a great week and more amazing days to come.

I hope that whoever has read this, I hope you're in a perfectly fine condition. You are healthy, you're safe and I genuinely wish you all the best in life.

Let me leave with you this life verse of mine.

Psalm 37:4: Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.

Be patient, God moves in a very mysterious way and He uses people to get to you. Have faith that He will give what's best for you. He knows what your heart desires, now wait for Him to move in to your life.

Besides, if it's not meant to be, He will closed the door. Think of it as Him making a way to protect you from future pain. Trust that He knows better.

I'm not a religious freak but I believe in one certain high being. I know deep within that there's a more clear, calm, confident, and all-knowing voice guiding me.

Trust the universe and your intuition.

Believe me when I say that the universe couldn't care less about your shit. Get it together babe. No to conspiracy theories or whatever.

Happy and Blessed Sunday!

[platinumshawnn]

goodbye home, sweet, home | s. mendes

Summary: Shawn and Eva finally meet face to face for the first time since their split to say their goodbyes to the place they once called home, reflecting on the memories of their time together.

A/N: I've been in a Shawn writing block phase but I found this in my drafts and decided to finish it up and post it while i work on 3 requests and a part for my Jack lowden mini series so!!! Just a note also that I based this a few years ahead to when Shawn is 21/22.

Word count: 1,290

“There's one last box and then it's all good to go. Yeah.” Shawn murmured into the phone as his eyes downcast to the final box that was pressed up against the wall, waiting to be taken away. It had been the last one he wanted to touch, having procrastinated for days about it, unsure if he was entirely ready to let go of the place he once called home.

The time on his phone told him it was just past 3AM, the city outside still buzzing with life as people streamed out of clubs into the streets, drunk and bubbling with conversation; stumbling out of clubs. The noise of nightlife.

It was the fact that this apartment was surrounded by clubs and was right smack dab in middle of everything that almost prevented the move in, but it had only taken him two days to get her to say yes as they sat on her sister's couch. The TV had been on playing some old movie neither of them knew, their attention anywhere but on it as it played as a background sound. He had the pictures pulled up on his phone while she lied across his lap, head tilted so she could see as he scrolled through the images; silent as she squinted, considering his words very carefully and weighing every option they currently had.

"It doesn't even have to be a forever thing, we’re not staying there the rest of our lives, it's just for now. We’re young, right? And then when we get a little older and there's little ones around…” He drifted, using his fingers to mimic the idea of feet running around; reaching up to gently tap her upper lip as she let out a laugh. “we’ll move. This is perfect for now.”

Her eyes lifted to look at him, seeing the hopeful look in his eyes as he waited for a response which earned a sigh and a soft, “Okay, okay, it's perfect. You got me.” She said, defeated, his grin widening in turn.

“You sold the apartment.” Eva piped up from behind him, his head whipping around to find her in the open door that he had intentionally left open to make moving the boxes from apartment-to-truck easier, stood there with her arms folded over her chest and red nosed from the cold, his eyes immediately landing on the ring snug around her fourth finger on her left hand. His eyes lingered there a moment too long while the voice of his realtor on the other end of his phone continued to run down a list of things that he could hardly focus on, his mouth suddenly dry as he muttered a quiet ‘sorry’ into his phone, explaining quickly that he would call back later before he hung up; hardly waiting for a response. He then let out a choked laughing sound before clearing his throat.

“Yeah, it took a while but...it’s official.” He explained. “The new tenants move in next Wednesday, I just have to get them the property paperwork.”

He watched as she smiled slightly, although this one was the type that didn't reach her eyes as she nodded, slowly scanning around the empty room that had once been the living room they had shared for a little over a year. Shawn had no idea what to say, part of him not wanting to disturb her as she seemed to be lost in thought while she gave the room one last look.

“I never understood what drew you to this place.” She confessed quietly. He swallowed and looked around for himself.

With a slow shrug of his shoulders, he answered, “It’s small, comfy, not suffocating but comfy. And the noise I guess. I hate silence, I made a habit looking for places to be where there was noise so I didn't feel lonely. So it didn't feel like it was just me, if that makes any sense.” He tried to explain, inhaling deeply. “I hate being left on my own to think too much.”

“And does it ever work?” She asked, her eyes turning to look at the notches in the doorway to the kitchen, a joke they had started after she had made a comment that it felt like he was still growing even as a grown adult man -- certain he would never stop. She had started it to prove that he was still growing, keeping track of his height and checking every other month. And sure enough he did. She looked back at him. “Being around noise?”

He breathed out a dry laugh, “Sometimes. Not all the time unfortunately. But I still try. Even though I know it hardly works. I still feel alone.”

She let out a soft huff that imitated a laugh, but it seemed strained as she then cleared her throat. “I got your message, I just figured...I’d stop by, pick my stuff up myself instead of burdening you to drop it off.” She explained, waving to the last box still sitting there.

Rather quickly, he shook his head, bending to pick it up, “It’s not a burden, don't- don't even worry. You're never a burden.” He rambled nervously, cursing to himself as the words seemed to come out without even thinking first, coming out wrong. “I mean, doing this for you wouldn't have been a problem -- like…”

“Don't worry, I got you.” She softly assured, the two awkwardly standing there looking at one another in the minute of silence that followed, unsure what else to say. Shawn glanced down at the box that he had written an E on, looking up at her and taking a couple steps forward to hold it out towards the brunette who pushed a lock of hair behind her right ear before she moved forward to meet him.

“Here, should probably...give you this.” He drifted, carefully passing the box off to her, her hands skimming his as she took it, causing him to tense and hold his breath until she backed up, putting space between them once again. He had figured she would take the box and leave immediately but instead, she propped the knee on her knee as she bent her leg slightly, opening the top of the box and glance in, one arm still holding the box while the other hand reached in to push through its contents a bit. When her hand lifted out, she held a necklace that had his old ring around the chain, eyes glancing to the piece of jewelry that she seemed to give too much attention to before holding it out in the palm of her hand.

“You should probably keep this.” She stated quietly. Shawn stood there, hesitating before he reached out to gather it from her hand and looked at it, raising an eyebrow while peeking up at her.

“You sure? You can keep it, it might not fit anymore, my hands I think have grown a bit.” He said, the comment bringing a smile to her angelic face.

“No, it's alright. I don't think I should…” She drifted, picking the box up again and backing up towards the door before she turned, stopping halfway out the door to look at him, “Thanks, Shawn. I'll see you around.”

He nodded, chewing the inside of his cheek as his hands lowered to his sides, necklace still in his hand. “Yeah,” He shortly replied. “I’m sorry.” He quickly added before she was entirely out the door, her mouth opening with a stutter, her expression surprised as she inhaled, sighing the breath out after a moment.

“I'm sorry too.” she quietly stated before leaving, not bothering to even look back again as she left with her box in her arms.