#GO TO BED TOO HYPOCRITE!!! can't call me out and not do the same you little racoon >:0

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Am I a cool mom™ tho ? 💃

you're my cool auntie blue, my granny that bakes pies even 😔<33333

[ddejavvu]

I saw a video on tiktok the other day of a man on his wedding day getting down to the level of his new stepdaughter and reading out vows to her about how he'll always love and care for her and I bawled my eyes out. Now all I can think about is Hotch and single!mom reader on their wedding day getting down and reading vows to each others children. I dont know if you write single! Parent reader, but if you do could you write something with this premise? Thank you lovely if you can

Your daughter is mildly confused when Aaron beckons her over during the ceremony, but at four years old, she's mostly obedient to her parents. Well- to Aaron. To you, she protests and screams and giggles maniacally, but you suppose you're the one that gave it to her, so you can't complain without sounding like a hypocrite.

You set a hand on Jack's shoulder, ushering the older boy into your own grip.

"You look so handsome," You gush, eyes teeming with tears that threaten to ruin your mascara, "Jack, I- I won't embarrass you by calling you a mushy nickname like CrackerJack, or JackAttack, or Jackers-"

"You're using them all right now-!" The teenager protests, but he doesn't shrug your hand off of his shoulder; his protests are for show.

"Sorry! Sorry," You sniffle, and you let the fifteen year old wipe a tear away from your eye before it ruins your makeup.

"Jack," You repeat, steeling yourself, "I- I just want you to know that I love you. It's not because I love your dad, it's not because we live together, it's not because you woke me up with breakfast in bed on my birthday. It's- it's because of you, sweetheart. I know you're getting older, and- and you might be going away to college soon," You poorly withhold a sob, thinking of an empty bed in the room down the hall, "-but I just- I need you to know that it's you that I love, just the same as I love June. Your mom was an amazing woman, and she made an amazing son, and I'm so honored that you've given me permission to be your stepmom. I love you- Jackers."

Perhaps its awkward for the teen to face such strong emotion head-on, but you won't tattle to his schoolfriends about the tears that well up in his eyes, or the red tint to his nose as he bites them back.

"Love you too," He supplies weakly, surging forwards to wrap his arms around your waist- but it's all you need. One of your photographers makes to readjust your veil where it's been momentarily crumpled beneath his arm, but damn the veil, your stepson is more important.

"They're gushy," Aaron accuses, holding little June in his arms and pointing at you, "Are we gonna be gushy, Junie B Jones?"

Her eyes are mystified as she stares at her mama and her brother, but she shakes her head dutifully at Aaron.

"Oh, go, you're sappier than I am," You tease Aaron, and it rouses a light chuckle from your guests.

"Loony-Junie," Aaron starts, and the girl in his grasp giggles at the name. Encouraged by her delight, he employs her favorite moniker; her most desired snack, "My little pickle. Thank you, for letting me marry your mama. And for giving her the ring, even if it fell in the eggs instead of the fully-baked cake."

The little girl roars with a squeal of laughter at the memory, and- now you know why the Lysol wipes were on the counter the night of Aaron's proposal.

"You were a super big helper to me and your brother," He continues, holding her close, "And I'm so happy I get to be your stepdad now. I know you're a big girl, and you can do pretty much everything by yourself now," He lets her pipe up, falling silent as her tiny voice rings out.

"-I can even put my own shoes on the right feet!"

Not every audience member manages to stifle their giggle, but the little girl doesn't look abashed for it. Aaron nods with a fond grin on his face, and Jack leans into your side where you've pinned him in a hug.

"She can not. I had to switch her mary janes before the ceremony."

"Stop," You pinch him in the side, snorting with laughter and concealing it in the warmth of his shoulder, "Do not make me turn into an evil stepmother, Jack. Let her have this." He concedes- oh, such a good brother.

"I know!" Aaron exclaims, one of his large palms spread wide across her belly as he holds her in his arms, "I'm super proud of you, baby. But. If you ever need help with your shoes, or with your hair, or with your friends, or with your teachers, or with your brother," He shoots a suspicious glance at Jack who sticks his tongue out at his father, "Or with anything at all, pickle, you come tell me. Okay? Even if it's a problem that I'm part of."

"Okay," She agrees easily, unaware of the dozens of painfully-swollen hearts watching the display, "Thanks, dada."

"Oh, pickle," He bites back a shallow, raw twinge to his voice as he hugs her and you hiss, 'Gushy.'

"I love you too," He promises June, "Forever, and always, and even longer after that."

"Infinity?" Her eyes shine; it's a concept her pre-k class came upon in a library comic book and she's fascinated with it.

"For infinity." Aaron confirms, and her teeth show in a grin as brilliantly white and gleaming as the beads sewn into your outfit.

Her response is two tiny, chubby arms slung around his neck, and a delicate face buried in his shoulder. Despite your no-photography request, you're fairly certain a camera shutter goes off that doesn't belong to the photographer you hired.

Garcia.

Oh, well.

"Alright you saps," You manage to blubber, your voice barely clear of the sobs creeping up your throat, "Let's get married before I cry and ruin my makeup. I paid so much for the stylist."

Jovial laughter rings through the tent you've set up, and Aaron sets June down, though she follows at his heels the same way Jack does at yours. They stand together, brother and sister, just as you do with Hotch, soon-to-be husband and wife.

"Don't cry." You command, "Or I'll cry."

"Don't cry," He repeats with a sheepish grin and a thick voice, blinking rapidly, as your babies join hands, "Or I'll cry."

"I'm crying," A faint voice from the audience rings out, but you can't manage to find any annoyance towards Garcia's repeated disruptions.

Aaron laughs, squeezing his eyes shut and letting a tear slip despite his best efforts. He presses his forehead to yours, and you do the same, feeling his breath fan over your face as he reels himself in.

"Come on, Hotchner," You urge, your voice wobbly, as your heart races in anticipation, the officiant stepping towards you, "Get it together, big guy. I'm not leaving this tent without your last name."

[iluvmattsbeard]

sorry, i’m busy (m.s)

master list

toxic!matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: swearing/drinking

preview: you and Matt have been having problems lately. your friend decides to drag you to the club to let loose and forget about your relationship problems. Matt starts blowing up your phone wondering why you aren’t responding to him. he calls you and you answer. he can’t help but notice the loud music through the phone which makes him furious.

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you were sitting down on your boyfriend Matt's bed as you look at your feet dangling. you were feeling overwhelmed lately. you and your boyfriend Matt have been going through a rough patch. even though you guys were an official couple, you guys agreed you guys weren't that serious. even though you guys established it, Matt was being a little hypocritical. right now, you both were in a argument once again. the same argument like every other time. apparently, he can check out other girls and maybe flirt a little but, when it came down to you, it was a huge a problem, like right now. "I can't believe you let that guy hit on you. right in front of my face." Matt shouts. you flinch coming back to your senses, "Matt, he was just talking to me. it was only a friendly conversation." you say calmly looking up at him.

he looks at you with a blank face before responding, "you can't be that clueless right?" he says. for a moment, you just stare at him asking yourself if he's really serious. you fix your posture, "are you really asking me that? what do you want me to say? how come when it comes down to me having a dude show interest in me, it turns into this big fuse? he wasn't hitting on me Matt, he was just trying to have a conversation with me, but if he was, so what? you let girls throw themselves onto you repeatedly." you say feeling the tips of your ears get hot.

he stands there looking around, "I know how guys act Y/n. they don't start conversations just to be 'friendly'. like I said, you can't be that clueless right?" he says. you scoff again with widened eyes, "Matt, I could say the same thing about the whores you interact with! you are so hypocritical. you make it so hard to be with you." you shout. it stays quiet for a bit, Matt was about to speak up but you interrupt him, "I think we should just take some time off from each other." his eyes widen, "what-." he starts off but you cut him off again.

"unless you're actually ready to be in a relationship with me, for real this time, because it's fucking draining, then reach out to me. if you want to be hypocritical then me too. yeah I agreed we weren't that serious but now, I want nothing more than a guy who actually treats me with respect." you shout getting up, picking up your purse. Matt watches you and goes to grab you but you snatch your arm away. "don't! if you want this, let us be apart for a bit." you say walking out his bedroom door, leaving him standing there in utter shock.

you get in your car, slamming the door closed. you sat there not feeling anything. I mean, how could you feel effected? it wasn't serious anyways right? you let out a soft sigh and start the engine. you drive off and head home. when you arrive at your place, you head inside and collapse on the couch. you turn on your phone to see missed calls from Matt. you just put your phone back down and bury your face into the couch. why did you even agree in the first place to be in a relationship with him if it was going to be like this?

as days go by, all you've been doing is rot in bed. Matt finally stopped calling and texting which made you feel a bit of relief. you were laying in bed eating a bag of chips until you were interrupted by your phone ringing. you pick it up to see your friend Aly calling. you hit answer and instantly get bombarded with words, " Y/n! where have you been? I haven't heard from you in days." she says. "hey, i'm sorry for being so distant. me and Matt-." you immediately get interrupted by her groaning, "seriously? Matt? don't tell me you're letting whatever happened effect you." you sit up slightly from her words. "i-i'm not!" you say. she lets out a gasp, "get up from bed Y/n! me and you are going to go out tonight." she says. "but-." you let out but she interrupts, "no buts! i'm heading my way over there right now."

you were going to speak up again but she hangs up leaving you sitting there with your mouth left open a bit. moments later, Aly arrives, banging on your door. you put your hands up covering your face and shake your head. you throw the covers off of you and head to the front door. she continues to knock and you open the door to her quickly pushing past you, "what is that-." you ask but she cuts you off, "no time for questions. I am going to get you ready for tonight. I have many outfit options for you to try." you just stand there looking at all the stuff in her hands, feeling overwhelmed. "does it have to be this big thing?" you ask. she looks at you with an unamused look, “of course it does. I would be a terrible friend if I just let you rot in bed.” she says.

“now come on!” she says looking at you up and down, “i’m going to need a bit more time on you.” she says heading to your room. you just let out a laugh and follow behind her. she lays down the stuff on your bed then sits you down. “alright, let’s get started.” she says opening up her makeup tote. she starts to do your makeup as she talks about the club you’re going to tonight. “who else will be there?” you ask with your eyes shut as she does your eyeshadow. she does a slight smokey eye . “just a few people from my work. there’s a few cute guys for you to probably distract yourself with.” she says. “I don’t know about that. i’m technically still with Matt-.” you utter out but she groans dramatically, “forget about Matt. tonight is the night you forget about your problems. he won’t be there so just have fun.” she says adding a touch of eyeliner.

“this is already coming out perfectly!” she adds on. eventually she finishes then, she stands you up, “okay try this on.” she says handing you a small article of clothing. you hold it up and look at it up and down, “is this a skirt?” you ask. “it’s a dress.” she says giggling. your eyes widen and hand it back to her, “another option please.” you say. “okay let me see…” she says looking at the rest of the clothes. “okay you have to wear this.” she says handing you a deep V cut long sleeve and mesh flare pants. “it’s see through!” you exclaim. “yeah! put on a pair of black panties and it’ll be flattering! now go.” she says.

you put on the outfit and show her. “Aly this is too much.” you say. she covers her mouth and smiles, “it’s absolutely perfect! now let me get ready and we can go.” she says. you sit down on the bed and you wait for her to finish. you go on your phone to see no messages or calls still. you hated that you cared so much even though you knew the relationship wasn’t right. after a bit, Aly finally finishes getting ready and reaches in her purse. you look at her curious about what she’s looking for. she pulls out two shooters and smiles big, “pre game!” she says.

“you know I don’t drink.” you say shaking your head. Aly rolls her eyes and mocks you, “‘you know I don’t drink.’ Y/n! what did you expect to do tonight? you look good and you need to feel good!” she says. you think about it for a moment and sigh, “okay fine. pass it to me.” you say and she smiles handing you one of the shooters. “what is this specifically?” you say looking at it. “vodka!” she says excitedly. you twist the cap open and smell it making a face. she just laughs and speaks, “cheers!” you guys clink your drinks and take the shots. Aly shakes her head and sticks her tongue out, “now that’s the stuff.” she says. you cover your mouth and make a sour face, “that’s different.” you both just laugh.

you guys get an uber and head to the club. you still had thoughts through out the whole car ride. you couldn’t help but think, “what could he be doing right now?”. as soon as you get there, you look at your phone one last time and shove it in your purse. you both then walk inside and show IDS. the night wasn’t how you were expecting it to go. Aly continued to pass you drinks and you always accepted it. your mind started to blur and you even forgot about the problems with Matt. you started dancing freely, eventually on a few guys. “how do you know how to move your body so well?” the random guy you were dancing on asks. you just shrug and continue your movements. he grips your hips and you close your eyes in the moment. Aly was dancing as well, keeping an eye on you just in case.

you turn around and wrap your arms around the guy’s neck and open your eyes looking at him. he started to lean in but your phone started to buzz. “h-hold up!” you say moving away from the guy’s grip and take out your phone. it was Matt calling. you smirk a bit before hitting answer, “what do you want?” you say with slurred words. “Y/n i’m sorry I stopped texting and calling. I gave you enough space. can we please talk?” he says. “I don’t know!” you shout through the music. Matt moves the phone away from his ear and looks at the screen confused. he places the phone back up to his ear and asks, “where are you?” you giggle a bit before responding, “wouldn’t you like to know.” Matt tenses up, “this isn’t funny. what are you doing? are you drinking?” he says. “if I am, it’s none of your business!” you say with a smile and playful tone.

“so you wanted space so you could go put yourself out there? you don’t even drink.” he says. “I think you’re cutting out!” you lie. “don’t hang up this phone Y/n!” he utters. “we need to talk! tell me where you are!” he was starting to get impatient. “sorry, i’m busy Matt!” you shout looking at the random guy next to you. “who is Matt?” the guy asks which Matt hears through the phone and it makes him hang up angrily. you move the phone away from your ear and look at the screen, “just some guy.” you say, not mentioning the fact he’s your boyfriend that you’re currently on a break with.

Matt’s POV

once I heard the guy on the other side of the phone, it drove me over the edge. i stand there pacing as I try to think of where I can find her. that’s when I remembered I have her friend added on snapchat. Aly constantly posted what she was up to. like anybody cares but, I care in this circumstance. I open the app and click her story. only one snap? I analyze the picture of the busy crowd. I walk out my room and go to my brother Chris. he always went out and partied so he must know where this place was. I barge into his room and he glances at me, “can I help you?” he asks. I walk over to him and place the phone in front of his face, “where is this?” I ask. Chris looks at the photo and laughs a bit, “why? you having FOMO?” he humorously says.

“Chris cut the shit, where is this place?” I ask one more time. he puts his hands up and laughs, “i’ll send you the address right now.” he pulls out his phone and starts typing, “why though?” he asks. “none of your business.” I mutter. he looks at me, “I can just not send this to you.” he says with a blank expression. I shut my eyes in frustration and groan, “Chris just fucking hurry up.” I say which he shakes his head to. “take me with you.” he says with a smile. “where you guys going?” Nick says walking in the room. I turn to face him and scoff in annoyance, “look, i’m going to go find Y/n.” I say. Nick starts to laugh, “oh your little situation-ship.” I just shake my head, “it’s not a situation-ship. listen, i’m just worried she’s getting herself into trouble.” I respond.

“are you sure? or are you worried that other guys are hitting on her right now?” Nick says which makes Chris burst out into laughter. I shoot a glare at Chris, “send the address.” he just stares at me, “only if I can come!” he says. “me too!” Nick adds on. “fine! let’s go.” I express feeling defeated. I walk out the room and grab my car keys. shortly after, Nick and Chris join me, walking out to my car. Chris puts the address on the GPS and I head my way to the location. “so Aly is there right?” Chris asks. I just focus on the road ignoring him. I was stressed out to the point I had a good grip on the steering wheel. “hello?” Chris speaks once again. I loosen my grip and sigh, “yes Chris she’s there.” I utter which makes Chris smile.

“can you try calling Y/n on my phone?” I ask. “yeah sure.” Chris responds picking up the phone. he rings Y/n and it goes straight to voicemail. “try again.” I mutter. he tries again and the same outcome happens. “damn she probably turned off her phone.” Chris says. “or blocked you.” Nick adds on which Chris laughs at. I just glare at Nick through the rear view mirror which makes his face go expressionless. as soon as we get there, I get out the car right away with Nick and Chris following behind me. the bouncer asks for my ID and I show him. “I forgot mine.” Chris says with a nervous laughter. I look at the bouncer and he speaks, “I mean you guys are triplets right?” Nick just stands there with a blank face, “definitely not.” he blurts out causing the bouncer to laugh, letting us in.

when we head inside, I immediately start searching the place, trying to find her in the crowd. “help me look for her!” I shout over the music to my brothers. they both nod and look as well. where could you be Y/n? moments later, Chris stands there laughing. I look at what he’s looking at and freeze. there she was, on her knees with her mouth open with Aly pouring a bottle of some sort of liquid down her throat. I felt myself heating up as I make my way over to her. “you’re doing so good!” I hear Aly say to her as she continues to chug. “Y/n!” I shout which causes the two girls to look at me with wide eyes.

Y/n’s POV

as I was on my knees, I hear someone shout my name. I turn my head quickly to see a visibly angry Matt. I get up quickly, wiping my mouth. “so this is what you’re so busy with?” he says with his arms crossed. I just blink and also glance at Aly who is also standing there speechless. “is this Matt?” the random dude from earlier asks. his name was Shawn. I turn to look at him and nod. “who the fuck are you?” Matt asks uncrossing his arms. I turn my head to look back at him when he spoke. “i’m Shawn. who are you?” the boy says. “i’m her boyfriend.” I widen my eyes at Matt’s words.

“boyfriend?“ Shawn scoffs with a laugh, “clearly you weren’t even on her mind when she was dancing on me earlier.” I stare at Matt as I watch him tense up. it was obvious how furious he was. he looks at me and speaks up, “come with me now.” Matt demands. I look at him and stand there frozen, not knowing what to do. “Y/n let’s go.” Matt speaks up again. “she doesn’t want to go with you.” Shawn says. “look, I don’t give a shit about what you say. i’m talking to her, not you.” Matt says. “how about you fuck off?” Shawn blurts out. Matt starts to step closer with his fist in a ball and I stop him, “Matt! let’s go.” I say dragging him and I out of the place. I was stumbling a bit from all the drinking that I had to slightly balance myself on him. as soon as we were outside, I let go of him and stand in front of him.

End of Y/n’s POV

he looks at you up and down and scoffs, “what are you wearing?” he asks. you look down at your outfit and back up rolling your eyes, “clothes.” you respond. “no shit Y/n. this-.” he tugs on my shirt slightly, “this isn’t you. the alcohol? I mean come on.” he says. “what? come on what? isn’t this what you’re into anyways?” he stands there confused by your words. “what are you talking about?” he asks. you scoff, “the girls you interact with. even though we’re in a relationship you let these type of girls constantly hit on you, and you’re fine with that! you act like i’m not your girlfriend Matt. but once I start to act like them, you don’t like it?” you pause for a bit letting out a breath, “like I said before. you’re so hypocritical. of course you’re angry because finally i’m showing you what you basically do to me!” you shout.

“I came out to distract myself from the problems in our relationship. is it even considered relationship? because this thing between us, you let other people get in the way.” he stands there looking away a bit. “yeah this isn’t me. it shouldn’t have to be me but you got me to this point where I was desperate enough to want something to forget you!” “Y/n-.” he says quietly but you cut him off, “no! you don’t take me seriously.” “I do take you seriously Y/n. why do you think i’m here?” he says making you let out a sarcastic laugh, “maybe because you couldn’t help but stand the thought of some other guy touching me or paying attention to me.” you say.

“look me in the eyes and tell me that’s not the reason why you’re here.” you say looking at him. he looks at you and stays quiet. you get closer to him and look up at him just inches away from his face, “you didn’t like the thought of that guy in there running his hands down my body.” you whisper. “or how our bodies were pressed up against each other as I danced on him.” he looks into your eyes as he gulps. he can smell the alcohol lingering from your mouth. “or how about how he-.” you were quickly silenced by Matt’s lips pressed against yours. you kiss back and his grip on your waist made you give in to his touch. he pulls away looking into your eyes and has one hand gripping your chin, “i’ll let that shit slide.” he says. “but if you tell me anything else, i’ll make sure to remind you who does it better.” he says making you gulp now.

he runs his hands down the sides of your body, “because I know no one could touch you the way I do.” he whispers making you feel a shiver down your spine. you pull away from him and adjust yourself, “how about remind me first how you’ll change for this relationship. then maybe, i’ll let you do the other thing.” you say. he pokes his tongue out in the side of his mouth and scoffs with a smile, “got it.” he says.

[princess-glassred]

Thinking about how absolutely wretched Henry's time at Juniper Hill's had to have been, and how awful it was for Pennywise to still keep fucking with his head, just to keep him the perfect little violent puppet.

Tw for: child abuse, sexual abuse, bigotry

Imagine him slowly going mad for real the longer he sits in his little room, only to be endlessly taunted by horrific ghosts of his pasts that just won't let him rest at ungodly hours of the night.

Imagine the shambling corpse of his father showing up to scream at Henry just like when he was a little boy, chastising him for still being such a whiney little cry baby who made his mother leave. "You didn't seriously think you killed me Henry, did you? a sissy like you couldn't kill a god damn house cat! If i had known you were gonna grow up to he such fucking wuss i would have chopped your balls off when you were born and called you Henrietta? I bet you woule have loved that wouldn't you?! You fucking tranny fag!".

Then Patrick would show up, gloating to him about how much he missed his little boytoy, making gross sexual remarks and putting his hands all over him. Describing how much he simply ADORED what they did in the junkyard that day, threatening to do it again right here right now wether he likes it or not so everyone can see how much of a little queer he is, a little hypocritical pansy queer. Taking great pleasure in describing to poor trembling Henry all the ways he plans to humiliate him with sexual and verbal abuse.

And just for extra measure, every so often a member of the losers club might drop by to taunt him, reveling in how old and weak and terrified Henry is now.

A young Eddie Kaspbrak telling him in great detail how frail and weak his age must have made him, a young Ben Hanscom coming to point out how his own struggles with weight and food from living in the asylum for 27 years, ect. Ect. All so Henry feels the need to snap and scream how he still hates them snd could kill them all if he wanted too.

There are some nights Henry tries to fight back against these awful visions of his past, and cling on to the very very small twinges of sanity he has left.

Moments where he tries to be calm and remind himself of the very few happy memories he had with his mom and whenever he would hang out with Belch, Vic, and Patrick like they were just normal kids. When they would drive around and listen to metal music, head banging like rock stars, or when they'd take turns shooting a pistol at random stuff in a junkyard, or when Vic simply asked him if he was ok after his dad humiliated him... but nothing works.

They don't go away, and to the rest of the hospital staff, all they see is a deeply disturbed and frightened fourty year old man with his hands over his ears, eyes clenched tight with tears streaming down his face as he begs and screams for some invisible force to stop hurting him and just LEAVE. HIM. ALONE.

The hospital staff may seem sympathetic but their thoughts are all the same: "lock this one up and throw away the key.". They don't even wanna help anymore, and even if they did, it wouldn't do anything. He's not allowed to recover. So they just keep him medicated day in and day out, till he's practically a zombie who can't take care of himself. And it still doesn't fucking work.

And that's when Henry Bowers to loathe, and even fear nights in the asylum. During the day he's so out of it he can't help but smile and forget where he came from. His only link to sanity/the outside world now is just little nighlight they gave him to put by his bed. But the night is still so fucking terrifying, after all... that's when Patrick comes back. That's when his father shows up to scream at him. That's when the losers club have a laugh at his expense. That's when... that's when the moon talks to him.

Henry Bowers is terrible person and was a deranged and terrible child, and i'm not gonna sit and pretend like he ain't, but there's something incredibly sad to me about how even 27 years later, Henry is still being tortured. He's just a pathetic old man now and Pennywise is still fucking with him to make him him an effective puppet. There's no hope for recovery or improvement, and there never was. not even when he was little.

[cocrante]

I Start Over With You

[SOLANGELO FANFIC]

summary: After the great battle against the forces of Gaea, Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter had formed a long-lasting alliance. Everything had gone well, and everyone was ready to start anew. This included Nico, who, after confessing his feelings to Percy, was prepared to open a new chapter in his life—perhaps the happiest one the Fates had ever written.

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[CHAPTERS 16]

WITH THE PALM OF HIS HAND, HE WIPED A CHEEK, something inside him had suddenly broken. It had been since his sister's passing that he had been repressing his emotions. He tried at least to suppress them, but they always remained with him, and that very evening they decided to manifest themselves.

He wiped the other cheek as well, telling himself to stop because he was only making a fool of himself, but the trouble was he couldn't. He felt like a hypocrite, always repeating that he was fine with just being friends, that he would have preferred it rather than losing him over some words too many; yet he so much wanted to hear those words.

He wiped his cheek one last time, lying down on the bed, getting angry with himself for feeling this way.

He managed to fall asleep early, that crying had drained all his energy: for that night, he would sleep soundly.

On the other side of the state, in Austin, Texas, someone else couldn't consider themselves so lucky. Will couldn't close his eyes after that conversation. He could read in his eyes that Nico had been hurt by something he had said.

He hugged the pillow to his chest, letting out yet another sigh, calling himself stupid and cowardly for not being able to do such a simple thing, well maybe not so simple. As he was lost in his thoughts—which pulled him from one side of his mind to the other—the door of his room opened, letting in a woman in a bathrobe. "Will, darling, it's late, go to sleep"

"In a moment, mom" he replied, with a dull tone of voice and absent gaze. Naomi sat down on the bed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Is something wrong?" she asked, waiting for him to respond. Will just sighed, pulling his knees up. "I don't know" he replied. "It's just that he seemed angry—no, disappointed" he told their brief conversation. "I've never seen him like this before"

"Perhaps he expected to hear something else" Naomi suggested.

Will huffed, rolling his eyes. "Mom, I tried, but I can't tell him that I like him"

"Why not?"

"Because if he doesn't feel the same way, then it would be awkward between us" he sighed again, resting his forehead on his knees. His mother looked at him tenderly, knowing all too well how big teenagers' problems seemed and that for anything there seemed to be no solution.

She then lifted his face, stroking a damp cheek. "Why shouldn't he feel the same way?" she asked, curling her lips into a gentle smile. Will kept his gaze low, not having a real answer to give her, he simply believed that if he told him, he would mess things up. The woman got up, pressing her lips to her son's forehead. "Think about it" she said before leaving the room and leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Will retrieved the pillow he was clutching, hugging it again, letting the thoughts return to dominate his mind until they completely overwhelmed him.

The following morning, Will struggled to wake up, although he was accustomed to the camp routine.

In the kitchen, his mother was already there, in her bathrobe, preparing breakfast for him. Lucky her for having managed to sleep. "Good morning my dear" greeted the woman, serving him breakfast. "Good morning" he replied, yawing.

"Slept well?" Naomi asked, already lively in the early morning.

"No—" he answered, slicing into a still warm pancake. "I spent the night thinking"

"Oh" she replied. "And what have you concluded?" she asked, sitting down at the table. Will remained silent for a few moments, staring at the vase of flowers in front of him. "That I want to go to camp this winter" he lifted his gaze. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep it in until June, and in the meantime, Nico might as well get together with someone who wasn't him.

Meanwhile, in New Rome, the sun was slowly rising, illuminating the streets and alleys. Nico woke up with his alarm, getting dressed and ready to leave the apartment. Like the morning before, the streets were already bustling with people.

He retraced his steps, arriving at the school. He sat down at the same desk, occasionally glancing out the window. Slowly, the classroom filled with the same faces he had seen yesterday. Some began to point at him; apparently, word had started to spread. Nico sighed, hoping the story wouldn't drag on like it had years ago at Camp Half-Blood.

The bell rang, signaling the entrance of a new teacher who introduced himself as the science teacher. The lesson lasted longer than he had imagined; he took notes in his notebook, occasionally following along in the textbook. He had decided to apply himself, or at least try; for now, the lesson didn't seem too bad, the hardest part was waking up early every morning.

When the final bell rang, Nico let out a sigh of relief. He left after everyone else, who were whispering and murmuring his name. He didn't realize he was so interesting.

Before returning home, he stopped at a shop in the city, buying some groceries to restock both the fridge and pantry. That evening, he would finally have something to eat!

As he arrived at the door of his new home, he found Jason waiting for him, who apparently someone (thanks Hazel) had told where to find him. "Hi" he greeted, opening the door and inviting him in. Jason returned the greeting, following him up to the first floor and entering the apartment. "Wow! Isn't it a bit too bright?" the son of Jupiter commented, looking around. Nico didn't respond; he simply went to the kitchen and shelved the groceries. "Did Reyna send you?" he asked the boy, who had meanwhile taken a seat. "Hazel did" he replied. "She also mentioned something about your conversation" he said rather evasively. Nico's face went pale, then flushed. As soon as he saw her again, he would give her a good talk about what it meant to keep secrets. "What did she tell you?" Nico asked, sitting down as well.

"Almost everything" Jason replied, looking him in the eyes. Nico ran a hand over his face, this had to be a joke, yet the other seemed so serious.

"So you know" he swallowed so loudly that he felt his Adam's apple rise and then fall.

"Yes"

"So she told you that I like Will" the boy sighed, still unable to believe that his sister had betrayed him. Jason raised a blond eyebrow, crossing his arms on the table. "No, she didn't tell me that" he winked. Nico parted his lips, he'd been tricked. "Actually, Hazel didn't tell me anything" he barely held back a laugh. "But it wasn't exactly a secret that you liked him" he quickly added. Nico didn't know what to think anymore, all of this had really caught him off guard and left him speechless. "So" Jason continued. "When do you plan on telling him?" he became more serious. Nico still didn't answer, it was a question that too many people were asking him now, and Jason didn't know about the last message. At that thought, he suddenly felt sad.

"I don't know" he murmured, feeling tears prickling in his eyes. "Probably never" he confessed, lowering his gaze.

Jason looked at him confused, it had been weeks since that defeated expression had been part of Nico. Something must have happened in those two days. "Why? What happened?" he asked quickly. Nico took a long sigh, trying to control those emotions that were unsettling him too much. "We talked last night" he told him about the conversation from the previous evening, then recounting the events of the night during the game, and adding the kiss at the hill. It felt strange to talk about it with another guy, but Jason turned out to be a good listener, and incredibly, with him, the words came out spontaneously without needing to be moderated.

The son of Jupiter pursed his lips slightly, not missing a word of what Nico had told him. "Well, it seems pretty clear that he likes you" Jason pronounced.

"So why doesn't he tell me?" Nico rolled his eyes.

Jason shrugged. "Maybe he doesn't know how" he suggested. "Perhaps, like you, he's afraid of your reaction" he added. "But if he can't make the first move, you could"

Nico parted his lips, he had never considered the idea of doing it himself. He had always waited for Will to make the first move or at least open up enough to allow Nico to talk to him. Jason's words completely flipped the situation. "Maybe you're right" he pursed his lips to the side, as if he were thinking about something. "But if I have to do it, I'll do it at camp, even if it means waiting until June."

"Just don't wait too long" Jason advised, seeming to take the matter to heart.

"Trust me, I won't"

Jason stayed a bit longer, now that he had freed himself of that burden even with him, it seemed easier to talk to him.

"I'll be in touch" Jason promised before leaving. "And don't worry, I won't spread it around" he said, hugging him before heading out and returning to the Roman camp.

Nico sighed heavily, he was alone again in that large, overly bright apartment.

Before unpacking his backpack, still full of books and notebooks, he ate something, then brought a chocolate bar to his room to nibble on while looking at the pages the teacher had explained. A part of him told him he could do it tomorrow, that they would go on with the explanations anyway, while the other advised him to at least give them a read and not fall behind with the schedule from the start. He decided to listen to his more rational side.

Under the light of the lamp, he began reading those few pages, jotting down some notes. There were no doubts, he would really make an effort that year.

He continued until his eyes grew heavy, and at the fourth yawn, he closed everything and finally got into bed.

In Austin, the son of Apollo paced back and forth in his room, waiting for Nico to call as they had agreed. Will had been looking forward to that moment all day since that morning, he had to tell him about the camp and that they would spend the winter break together. He was so excited when his mother allowed him to go that he would have contacted him immediately if it weren't for school.

The boy sighed, then checked the time. It was almost midnight, and it was clear now that he wouldn't call anymore. He sat on the mattress, it hadn't gone as he hoped, maybe he would hear from him tomorrow, and if not, he would call him himself. "And then what do I tell him?" he said to himself, running a hand over his face. He knew he couldn't bear to see that look again, at the very least he owed him an explanation.

He fell back, landing on the soft bed that seemed to want to embrace him, letting his thoughts take over his mind as had been happening for some time now; and enveloped by his thousand conflicting thoughts, he finally managed to fall asleep.

[CONTENTS]

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[hrodvitnon]

Are we seriously dogpiling on KOTM all over again? Are we forgetting that while the box office leaves a lot to be desired, it still made made money via merchandise and also became top 1 seller in DVDs back then? Box office is important, but box office isn't always the end-all be-all either, otherwise going by that logic, The Iron Giant deserves to be shunned.

Not to mention, it's still the most beloved MV movie by the Japanese fandom and Toho themselves consider it as one of the main movies in the entire Godzilla franchise, as seen in these tweets.

Yeah the movie isn't perfect, but not a single MV movie is perfect either, all of them had their own pros and cons. I swear people act like KOTM is like the literal antichrist, and it really sucks. You just can't escape that because it's literally everywhere. And it's now further amplified now that GxK is out. I like GxK a lot too, but it doesn't make sense comparing the movies when they're both about the same when it comes to their pros and cons.

This is why I don't enjoy engaging with the fandom at all and this blog is one of the few comforting spaces for it. But now, I'm not so sure if I can stay here either.

Sorry for the sorta rant there, but yeah. I hold this movie near and dear to my heart, and while I get the flaws and gripes, they just don't bother me that much at all and the human plot isn't that different from the usual Toho Godzilla movie anyways.

I'm not dogpiling on it! And if it comes off that way it's not my intention! I like KOTM, it is one of my favorites in the MonsterVerse, but I'd be remiss in not acknowledge its flaws, because it's a flawed movie but still an enjoyable one! It'd be hypocritical of me as well, because I play Bethesda games, and goodness knows they're a hot mess. Yes, human characters whether good or bad or barely characters at all have ALWAYS been a part of Godzilla movies, they just wouldn't be the same without humans! It's just that Mark and Emma in particular pissed me off and it felt like Mark being a dick with plot armor was favored over a more reasonable and likeable character like, oh I don't know, Vivienne! This is just an instance of Your Mileage May Vary!

I'm also not saying its poor box office performance automatically makes it a bad movie, I'm just agreeing that it didn't do great at box office! At no point did I insinuate that "bad box office = bad product" because, fuck's sake, that's like saying Kubo and the Two Strings is bad because it didn't make enough money! I'm the same person who, when an anonymous asker told me to watch a video series called King of the Blunders on YouTube, said "lol no" because I ALREADY KNOW it's a flawed movie and I DON'T NEED some CinemaSins Director's Cut playlist detailing every single minute gripe! Am I not allowed to point out flaws in something I like?

...me being tired isn't helping, so I'm going to drop this subject before it turns into another Talking In Circles About Godzilla Characterization.

Yeah, same.

I'm going to bed now.

[viilpstick]

the twisted ending: The tension is undeniable, and perhaps it's not solely because of the games. Concern lingers on both sides, especially as a revelation unfolds, exposing one of the underlying truths.

warnings: Oc x canon, trauma, blood, cursing (a lot), Adeline's dad, literally so much happening i am sorry, if I forgot any-

genre: Angst, drama, suspense to fluff (WAR IS OVER)

a/n: THIS IS LONG. REALLY LONG. Also, I love grammarly, I've been improving my writing thanks to it :3 (dividers by @/cafekitsune)

"Malleus?" Adeline arched her blonde eyebrow, behind her dark green cloak with the darker roses partners in it. The ambient tranquility signaling the culmination of yet another day.

However, Adeline appeared to be immune to the call of slumber, her wakefulness mirrored by Malleus, who stood in close proximity. In a tender display, Malleus reached out and clasped Adeline's hand, treating it with the gentleness that bespoke his inherent grace.

"My dear," Planting a soft kiss on her cool knuckles, he addressed her with endearment. The nocturnal air seemed to carry with it a whisper of secrets, weaving a mysterious tapestry around the duo, who stood intertwined in the waning twilight. "Were you lingering outdoors earlier?" Shallowing the dry Adeline denies it with her head. Everything but him finding out what she was doing outside. "Adeline, were you at the West Wing?"

A gasp left her lips, as she puts her cold hands in her mouth, she was in the hallways, if anyone heard her and were to check out it would be hard to explain.

"Outrageous!" Exclaimed Adeline quietly, but loud enough for him to hear it. "Are you putting me as this type of hypocrite?" Malleus shakes his head, but he doubted his own partner words. "Good." She whispers again. "Go back to bed, Mal. I will be doing the same."

Before she could turn away from him, Malleus looked into her eyes grasping her arm.

"Adeline." The way he said it made the blonde shiver, as she knew what he was about to say. "What will you do with Isabelle?" He asks seriously.

Adeline used her magical powers to suspend Isabelle, who was unconscious, in mid-air when she tried to access the forbidden West Wing. This highlighted the risks of seeking forbidden knowledge and the challenges that come with it. Isabelle's inability to move on her own showed the strong barriers that protected the secrets guarded by magic and mystery.

"I..." Adeline takes a deep breath. "I will solve this morning. Make sure to pray for the Sevens, that who I have in mind is her true love's kiss."

Pulling her arm away, without too much to say she walked away from Malleus without further words. When he was nowhere close or seen, Adeline felt warm tears falling on her porcelain cold face.

"Shit..." Adeline curses cleaning the tears away, leaning into Isabelle's door for the minimum support for her weak heart aching in her chest. "I am sorry, Mal. I can't let you know..."

The soft glow emanating from Poppy's room cast a warm ambiance, refusing to yield to the encroaching darkness outside.

Among the topics swirling in the conversational eddy was the imminent disclosure of Adriano and Adeline's familial connection—an intricate tapestry of shared blood and history that had remained veiled in the folds of time.

The group gathered and settled into a circle, their collective energy vibrating with a sense of anticipation as they prepared to engage in a profound discussion. As the group delved into the intricacies of this revelation, the room became a crucible for the exchange of emotions, perspectives, and the delicate dance of intertwined destinies.

"So," Daria commenced, gently shutting her book, "we may reasonably agree that their lineage traces back to the paternal side. Adeline has shared with us the details of her mother's death, revealing that her father, in turn, formed another family connection."

"Precisely." Lucie says with a nod followed by a hum.

In the midst of the girls' animated discussion, Audette couldn't help but discern a quietness enveloping Poppy. Breaking from the conversational flow, Audette turned her attention to her younger one.

"My dear, is everything alright?" Audette inquired, her voice carrying a blend of confusion and genuine worry. "You seem quieter than usual."

Her gaze, a mix of curiosity and worry, searched for any response Poppy's demeanor. Soon the attention turned to Poppy who pulled out the hood of her pajama's.

"Isabelle was supposed to be here." Poppy turns to her friends moving away from the window.

The silence went back as all thought of possibilities to why Isabelle hasn't show up. Specially after Poppy told them all early that day it was urgent.

"Maybe she has fallen sleep without even noticing? You've seen how tired she looked... Specially after that show Leona gave us during lunch." Daria crossed her arms at the memory from the evening.

Following the conclusion after the game. The convivial atmosphere, Leona and Isabelle found themselves engaged in a discreet fight, a conversation that gradually piqued the interest of those present. The discussion became an unintentional loudly, casting intrigued faces across the room.

However, the angry teens were abruptly interrupted by the unfiltered candor of Adeline. With a mischievous twinkle in her pink eyes, she playfully addressed the duo, breaking the tension with a touch of humor, "Well, if the urge to kiss each other is becoming too big. I must tell you both, perhaps it's best to seek a bit of privacy." Her unabashed comment, a collective burst of laughter from the onlookers, making both Leona and Isabelle sit down in embarrassment. Without Adeline's timely intervention, the conversation between Leona and Isabelle might have continued the debate through the whole day.

"I hope so..." Poppy sits again by the window with worry taking care of her whole joyful and sweet aura.

All the four girls stand up getting closer to Poppy trying to reassure the girl that nothing has happened. Poppy eyes squeeze as she looks over the west wing, Yuu, a red haired, a cat and blue haired following Adriano. Everyone in the room had their eyes winded.

"Fuck." Lucie whispers.

With a sudden flurry of movement, everyone in the room hastily descended the stairs, drawing Adeline's attention at the far end of the corridor.

Adriano had a cape teared up. He looks over the quartet with disgust. "You are not to tell me where I go!" The girls arrive with plain confusion in their eyes. As Adeline stays on the covered side of the building.

"I don't need you to tell me anything! Can you not see? Rosique has been lying to you all! West Wing is not dangerous. Why not tell them, Adeline, the truth?!"

"Mélombre, stop." Adeline steps forward the group.

His boisterous laughter reverberated through the entire building, sending chills down Grim's spine as he instinctively sought refuge behind Yuu.

"Why should I? It is because I am going to expose who you are Adeline Rosique Enchanta?" A heavy silence descended upon the room in the wake of the revelation, leaving everyone in a state of profound shock.

"Enchanta? Like the... The King and Queen from West? The kingdom who attacked their queen after... The King, Grendel Enchanta accused her of his doings?" Deuce whispers in surprise after the revelation.

"You are the daughter of the... King and Queen of Westerian Beau?"

Adeline, instead of shivering from cold, trembles with fear as an unsettling sense of dread takes hold.

"I am sorry... I just didn't thought it was important to reveal-"

"-She kept this away from you all in this West wing. This is where all the story is hidden! Why not tell them that the King ran away with you to a cottage because you were ugly, huh? Isn't that right Adeline?!" Adeline seems lost, just like an abandoned puppy.

Fury etches itself across Adeline's countenance as she vehemently closes her fists, the tension in her body palpable. The room bears witness to the intensity of her anger, the air thick with the weight of unspoken emotions.

"At least I had an excuse. Unlike you, who claimed he was closest to you! He never truly knew you! You were useless, Adriano! You were never enough for him!"

Unbeknownst to her, the magical pen held by Adriano begins to betray its own distress, drops of ink falling quietly to the ground like the ominous drips of an impending storm. He laughs again, loud, more annoyed, more scary... As ink takes care of his embodiment.

"Yes... He wasn't there. I was not enough to him after all."

Realizing the impact of her own words, Adeline hastily covers her mouth with one hand, as if attempting to physically restrain the words that had escaped. In a desperate attempt to undo the damage, she extends her other hand toward Adriano, a gesture pleading for pause.

"Wait, Adriano, I didn't-" she starts, the unfinished sentence hanging in the air like a plea for mercy, as the weight of the words already spoken lingers between them, fraught with the potential to reshape their relationship.

"CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THIS PAIN?!"

The enraged overblot, a tempest of anger and intensity, directed its attention towards Adeline, who defiantly stepped forward to face the tumultuous force. In the charged atmosphere, a palpable tension hung in the air, like a storm about to unleash its fury. He contemplated Adeline with his howling madness.

"I AM GOING TO TEAR YOU ALL APART!!"

As the looming overblot monster materialized before them, each member of the group swiftly drew their magic pens and wands. In the face of this formidable foe, it was evident that now was the opportune moment to unleash the mystical power inherent in these enchanted tools. A hand in another's hand, hoping to stand against the unhinged form of Adriano.

"Adriano…" She whispers, a sense of remorse weighing heavy on her. In the hushed admission, she acknowledges her role in causing the current turmoil. Yet, in this realization, a newfound determination emerges—she must be the one to stop him now.

"ANSWER ME ADELINE!"

He attacks her strongly enough to make her fall into the floor.

"ADELINE!" As the tension escalates, Poppy dashes forward, attempting to reach Adeline, who has been forcefully thrown to the ground. However, Yuu intervenes, holding her back with a strength that reflects an understanding of the danger at hand. Despite Poppy's inherent resilience, she recognizes the severity of the situation and refrains from endangering herself further.

In the midst of the arcane confrontation, Adeline's once-whispered plea resonates like an echo in the charged air. The battle against the formidable overblot monster rages on, and each member of the group brandishes their magic pens and wands, the mystical instruments now radiant with a luminous energy ready to be unleashed. The battle's intensity spills into the awakening hours, the once-quiet residence now a battleground for magical forces and emotional turmoil.

"Of course, I understand you... Adriano, I was left because I was ugly. My own father, thought I was ugly! But, beauty is found within, Adriano."

Adriano looked over Adeline, with disgust, yet he didn't had a clue of how to react. Somehow, though, he had seemed to ease down at her words, with ink tears streaming down.

"Please, Adriano. Is okay to not be perfect, Grendel himself wasn't perfect... He wanted us to be, what he wasn't."

"I-" His voice, once steady, now faltered and broke, the weight of emotions bearing down on him.

A tremor passed through his hands, his gaze widening as he stared at them in disbelief. The vulnerability etched across his face spoke volumes, a silent testimony to the inner turmoil that had seized him.

"I SUMMON THEE CAULDRON!!"

"DEUCE! NO!"

Adeline attempted to intervene, yet the cauldron collided with Adriano, causing him to falter and crumple to the floor in pain, the ink vanishing from his pen.

"I… I always considered myself a mama's boy. Especially because I've never met my dad. I envisioned this perfect, flawless scenario, eagerly anticipating the day he would come and complete our family—just the three of us, my mom, him, and me."

A young Adriano, barely reaching the keys of the house piano, showcased an impressive display of skill. Despite his tender age, his fingers danced gracefully across the keys, creating a melody that resonated within the walls of the home. The rich tones and intricate notes he produced were a testament to a talent that belied his years.

In response to his performance, a heartfelt clap of pride rang out from his mother. The sound echoed through the room, a manifestation of the deep sense of joy and admiration she felt for her musically gifted child. The proud applause lingered in the air, a harmonious backdrop to the musical journey that the young Adriano was just beginning to embark upon. This simple yet profound moment encapsulated the essence of a mother's love, expressed through the applause that celebrated not just the music, but the budding talent and joy of her beloved son. Young Adriano smiled at his mom.

"Growing up, I would often wonder about him. What he was like, where he might be, and if he ever thought about us. It felt like an incomplete puzzle, with a missing piece that I couldn't find."

"Mom?"

A towering figure stood stoically at the entrance, a commanding presence that demanded attention. Meanwhile, a woman, perhaps overcome by a momentary fatigue or a need for support, clung to the doorframe. Her form leaned into the sturdy frame, finding solace and stability in its embrace. They weren't having a heartfelt talk. They were arguing.

"You left your daughter with no one else! You left your wife to be killed by her own kingdom! You left me and your son!" She pointed her finger at him in disgust. "Who else are you going to leave, Grendel?!"

In the midst of the conflict, Grendel fought back with a determination fueled by his own set of reasons—motivations known only to him. Despite the turmoil, he extended a hand toward his son's head, a gesture that carried a blend of authority and paternal concern.

With a steady voice, he posed a question to his son, seeking an understanding of the circumstances that led to the confrontation: "So, son, what do you have to show me?"

On that day, Adriano bared his soul, revealing everything he could muster in a heartfelt effort to make his father proud. Every ounce of talent, determination, and dedication flowed through his actions, a testament to his unwavering desire to earn his father's approval.

"But, I wasn't able to make him stay. I wasn't enough to make him stay. He would eventually come back... To hear me playing piano. Nothing else."

"I wanted him to see me more than anything else..."

"I needed him to see me..."

"But, I was never enough. I will never be enough!"

He weakly raises his head, looking up to Adeline and the rest of the students around and on the windows watching. "I am sorry... I am so sorry. I just wanted, him to see me..." He whispers as he cries in fear for of his own self.

In a tender and compassionate gesture, Adeline knelt down and enveloped Adriano in a comforting embrace. The air, heavy with the emotional aftermath, crackled with a mixture of concern and curiosity. Meanwhile, Crowley, Ambrose, Yuu, Grim, Deuce, and Ace turned their attention towards the duo, their faces reflecting a worry sight.

As the questioning glances were exchanged, Adeline, cradling Adriano in her arms, sought to provide solace and support in the aftermath of the emotional storm. Meanwhile, the inquisitive gazes of Crowley, Ambrose, and the others hung in the air, prompting a silent exchange of information.

The shattered pain of years began to mend, replaced by a newfound bond that promised resilience, unity, and the strength to face the challenges that lay ahead, finally found a shared sanctuary of understanding and healing.

Today, was enough of an adventure. The silence and touch of Adeline, let everything very clear. She forgives him...

Adriano was taken to nursery, meanwhile Malleus comforts Adeline, hugging her with a full hug, protecting her. Adeline clears her tears turning to face everyone, as the storm has come away slowly from Rosantée.

"I think is my turn to apologize. I lied for you all, West wing isn't dangerous. It just contained my cruel past. I was scared of any of you all find out. I finally had gained you all trust and I was able to ruin it." She lowers her head. "I am terribly sorry."

Poppy takes a step forward before running and hugging her vice housewander. She cries loudly in her friend's shoulder.

"Adeline..." Poppy whines in pain. That was too much for her to process, the other girls step up two. With a reassuring smile. Forgiven, perhaps even forgotten.

"Miss Rosique, in respect of both you and Adriano. We will be trying to find Grendel and he will face all the possible charges." Ambrose says, with Crowley confirm the headmage's words on his side.

Adeline smiles hugging tightly Poppy. "Thank you, headmages..." She puts Poppy on the floor. "But, is my turn to fix this mess." The long sigh left her lips pulling her magical pen. "Appearances May Deceive."

Applying her unique magic into it the west wing had shining sparkles surrounding it. Exploding into the golden and normal comforting aura of Rosantée. Roses grew on the sides of the tower, and with a smile Adeline turns to everyone.

"West Wing is free to be explored." Everyone cheered in happiness. "Tomorrow, right now. Is bed, you all have work to do." They all sigh in sadness. Making the vice housewander giggle awhile her boyfriend smiled at her.

As the morning light graced the room, Isabelle lay gracefully in the princess's bed, clutching a delicate rose gifted to her by Fauna. The vibrant bloom exuded an air of romance, prompting Daria's inquisitive gaze as she arched an eyebrow in her friend's direction.

"Why the rose?" Daria queried, her curiosity evident in the subtle lift of her brow.

With a contemplative expression, Fauna responded, her words laced with a hint of playfulness, "Well, you know… If he is the one who can awaken her, I may as well try to make him fall in love with her again." A soft, tender look accompanied Fauna's words as she absentmindedly scratched the back of her neck.

Daria couldn't help but respond with a gentle giggle, amused by Fauna's hopeful notion. The duo, carrying the shared secret of Fauna's romantic endeavor, left the room, their laughter echoing in the morning air. The rose, a silent messenger of Fauna's heartwarming intentions.

Entering the room after both girls left, Adeline brings out Leona. Adeline, with her trademark strong and confident demeanor, fixed her gaze upon Isabelle, silently communicating a mixture of support and encouragement, hoping and knowing she is right. Beside her, Leona, surprising those who knew him for his fierce exterior, wore a surprisingly soft expression. The beastman's eyes lingered on his arranged fiancée, silently observing with a depth of emotion that transcended words. While Leona refrained from vocalizing his thoughts, the yearning hope in his eyes betrayed a silent wish—that he, rather than Neige, might be the one to unlock Isabelle's heart.

Isabelle, reclined in the princess's bed, presented a vision of elegance. Her hair, free-flowing and unconfined, framed her features delicately. Adorned in a yellow nightgown, she clutched the red rose gifted by Fauna, a poignant symbol of the romantic aspirations that danced within the room. As Isabelle was placed in bed with a grace befitting royalty, the atmosphere held a delicate tension, a moment pregnant with the possibility of unveiling the true love that could awaken her. The scene unfolded like a tableau, each character playing a role in the unfolding drama of affection and destiny.

"So?" Leona asks as the blonde hums raising her eyebrow towards him. "Have you call little prince white as snow over, already?"

A resounding burst of laughter erupted from Adeline, catching Leona's attention and causing his eyes to widen in curiosity. He furrowed his brow slightly, perplexed by the sudden outburst. The silence that followed hung in the air, leaving a palpable sense of intrigue as Leona scanned the room for any clues or explanations.

"Oh no, dear..." She cleans the corner of her eyes that were slightly teary. "It might sound even crazy from what I am about to say... But, he is not the one." Adeline could sense the tension building up in Leona, but, she would let it slide. "One day or another you would kiss her, Kingscholar. So..."

She inclined her head, signaling for him to take over. With a sense of quiet reverence, he obediently knelt beside Isabelle. As Adeline silently exited the room, the atmosphere shifted, leaving only the hushed presence of the two figures.

With a tender touch, he pressed his lips gently against the peaceful slumber of Isabelle. The moment, framed by the serenity of sleep, carried an unspoken tenderness—a kiss bestowed in the quietude of the room. The delicate act spoke volumes, echoing the nuances of care and affection that transcended the waking world.

Adeline's departure marked the passing of the torch, leaving him to complete the silent ritual with a gentle kiss, sealing a moment that lingered on the precipice of dreams and reality. In that tranquil interlude, the room held the promise of dreams woven with whispers of unspoken feelings and a quiet connection that transcended the confines of wakefulness.

Entering the infirmary, she was met with the bow of the nurse, who respectfully left the room, granting them the privacy needed for an intimate conversation. The door closed softly behind the departing figure, leaving the two of them alone in the hushed confines of the medical chamber.

"How are you today, Adriano?" Asks Adeline, sitting on the side of his hospital bed.

"Feeling better. How was today's game?"

"Hmm, let's see, from where I start?" As she shared the story in a joking manner, the room transformed into a space of shared mirth, where the weight of serious matters momentarily lifted. Their laughter resonated, creating a bond woven from the threads of shared experiences and a mutual appreciation for the lighter side of life.

Ultimately, Adeline and Adriano were not deceitful individuals or remotely close to being considered as bad people. Instead, they were akin to broken pieces of glass within the intricate mosaic of life—a stained glass adorned with fractures and imperfections. The trials they faced, the wounds they bore, and the challenges that shaped them were the cracks and fractures that defined their individual journeys.

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[lonerwitc-h]

MY OWN HERO, MY OWN FOE ☠ PLAYLIST. Ouça aqui.

Homesick Noah Kahan

I would leave if only I could find a reason I'm mean because I grew up in New England I got dreams but I can't make myself believe them Spend the rest of my life with what could have been And I will die in the house that I grew up in I'm homesick

Too Sweet Hozier

I think I'll take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three You're too sweet for me

Body and Mind girl in red

I've been seeking solace in the strangest of things Getting my hands dirty while I beat out the kinks I've been chasing everything that makes me feel cold Practicing self love is something I don't really know

Dear August PJ Harding & Noah Cyrus

Slowly, why's the morning come so slowly When I got no one to hold me through the dark? Patient, they tell me that love is patient But it never wants to wait on my drunk heart

Burn the Witch Emma Blackery

'Cause, baby, I'm a liar, I'm a bitch And you and I have unfinished business Narcissistic hypocrite And I'm petty as hell, but at least I admit it Blow my phone up, say I'm crazy I know what you've called me lately It's time to burn the witch

Pussy is God King Princess

You know that it's God, baby, when you're around her I've been praying for hours You know that it's God, baby, when you're around her She's God and I've found her, oh

Better Now Oh Wonder

So I hope you're feeling better now, better now Better now, better now Yeah, I hope you're feeling better now, better now And they've lifted the dark clouds 'Cause you've been through it all And I'll wait for the call just to know If you're better now

Heavy Dizzy

And I ask where does all the good go? I theorize a black hole and Try not to get too sentimental and so I have a drink I feel a little better Is this the way you always feel? I'm jealous and uncool But could I ask Do you feel?

She's a Genius Jet

She wakes up scared of getting old She don't feel no shame She knows so many pretty boys And they are all the same They said 'oh hey there girl tell me what do you do' She said 'um nothing but I'm damn sure it's more than you'

I HATE EVERYBODY Halsey

But in reality I don't even Remember anything but thinkin' you're the one And I can force a future like it's nothin', so I Just hate everybody Well then why can't I go home without somebody? And really I could fall in love with anybody Who don't want me, so I just keep sayin' I hate everybody But maybe I, maybe I don't

Lava Lamp Dandi

I may be pretty on the outside But I burn when I am touched I keep my feelings on the inside Cause I'm bad at falling in love

Nightmare Halsey

"Come on, little lady, give us a smile" No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing

[leffee]

esteban thoughts? especially in regards to his dynamic with vinnie (romantic or otherwise) cause its so funny to me and i love it

Well well well, those two have my heart and mind right now.

Yeah, all thoughts I have about Esteban circulate around Vinnie anyway, so that will sure be the center point of all this.

I just love it because it's the only relationship I can imagine for Vinnie where he does not have his cherishing his partner/friend quality because while he genuinely likes Esteban he's also consistently pissed with him.

You know the stuff with how I think about Esteban: he met the main 7 one day, lied to them about his adventures, Vinnie was the only one who decided to check this "viral" legend only to confirm his suspicions but was unable to tell the rest of them and then at the end of the day Esteban did something brave (but honestly idk what that could be in human au :/) and Vinnie promised not to reveal his secret, so like in the episode. Except that the way I think about it after a while Vinnie was like "You know what? Actually I'm not fine with this, the guy lied about something so big!" but... he has already promised he would not tell. And let me tell you, when Vinnie makes a serious promise he will not break it. So what do we end up with? Vinnie who does like Esteban, yes, but also is upset with him about something he can't tell anyone.

Which results in him acting really tsundere-ish with Esteban. And if we're talking about him getting a crush on Esteban? Oh boy, it'd be even worse! He almost doesn't care if there's a possibility Esteban feels the same, quite frankly he'd rather he didn't so he can hopefully get over this and just forget. And then it turns out Esteban does in fact feel the same and Vinnie reluctantly starts a romantic relationship with him. And God he's not having a good time. But also he does. He's conflicted and he hates it. The way he always was he gets obsessed, if he were to have a boyfriend he wanted to cherish him and love him, breakfast in bed kinda stuff. But with Esteban he just... can't. He wants to, but he is also mad. Some part of him genuinely hates or at least dislikes Esteban for that one thing, he just can't let go of disliking his lying habits (the hypocrite- then again Vinnie does not lie about things like that or for praise).

And let me tell you, everyone else is so confused. Vinnie does not act like that with anyone else, let alone some he calls his friend/boyfriend. Sure, he can be teasy, poking some fun every now and then, but if he likes someone then you can tell for sure he does. And if he hates or dislikes someone else he's open about it too. And here's that contradiction, he says he likes Esteban, but then there's that tsundere-ish attitude and sometimes he really looks like he wants to kill him.

Esteban had no idea at first. As far as he was concerned Vinnie told him they were fine, and looked very genuine while doing so (and yeah, at the time Vinnie really was) and especially at first when Vinnie realized he was still upset he tried to hide it, especially from Esteban. Until he gradually stopped, mostly. Esteban was confused a little but at the same he thought maybe that was just their dynamic so he kinda embraced it, treating it with a laugh and a wink. Honestly maybe that's what Vinnie found so attractive about him. He likes being teased oop. He's still pissed but his love is growing and dang it he needs that man's lips on his-.

One and only kinda enemies to lovers ship I can accept. Except that Vinnie is the only one who sees it this way.

In short: Vinnie: >:( Esteban: :). That's their thing

[kerysene-june]

Ok, I'm very tired and am probably not going to phrase this well, but I have to get the idea out of my head.

I've been mulling over why Orym's opposition to Ludinis's plan always fell flat for me. His family was murdered, it's clearly a good reason, but it never felt quite like a compelling reason. And, while taking a shower before bed, I think I parsed exactly why.

His reasoning is hypocritical.

Like I said, his reasoning is definitely understandable, but he only ever applies that line of logic to his situation. His family was collateral damage, his husband and father were killed, his life was ruined in the pursuit of another person's goal, and that's why Ludinis and his plans are bad and they need to be stopped.

But... the Bell's Hells have done that to so many people, too.

I can't count how many people the BH's - and Orym, specifically - have killed who've been a barrier in their path to their goals. The bandits in the Hellcatch valley, the guards inside paragon's call, guarding what's-his-face, every person on that block when Imogen when super saiyan.

Orym doesn't seem to care when they kill other people who are - ostensibly - in the same exact position he and his family were in when they were killed.

And moreso, everyone seems to ignore this fact, that Orym's been many people's Ludinis. And I think that's why his reasonings of "Ludinis killed my husband and father" always falls flat for me. I mean, he literally states it as "I'm sorry my husband and father had to be killed for [Imogen's mom]'s better tomorrow" - and then he proceeds to kill people for his better tomorrow!

And there is the rebuttal that he was doing it in self defense, which in many cases is valid. But tonight? Tonight is where it all came together for me, because the only reason Orym killed people tonight was because he had to for his better tomorrow.

That's why it falls flat for me. "He killed my husband and father in pursuit of this goal". Yeah? So have you.

[hawkeyedflame]

"anyway, go ahead and post your screenshots, like i give a fuck. i never said anything in that server that i don't stand by still, and i certainly never harassed anyone. while you're doing that, maybe go outside and touch some grass. like, seriously. live your life outside in the real world like a normal person and you might realize that nobody gives a flying fuck about your internet temper tantrums."

This is just Peak ironic and hypocrisy of you and your friends given what they were doing in there but I'm sorry that you just want to sweep everything underneath the rug and act like you're forgiven or have Redemption now when you haven't done anything to become a better person lol lmfao even.

It's super duper funny to watching you try to take the high road here 😂 but just know people know the real you twerp

2) Rules for the not we must be very strong motto with you too 😂 But again it's so crazy how you just lied and then immediately resended that lie and tried to wiggle your way out, you want to talk about being racist or sexist or homophobic but wait till the screenshots come out and I'll tag everything appropriately there for you and see how your friend still feel about you but deep down you haven't changed and wont change just like your creepy pals that were in there with you haven't stopped or changed as well but I'm going to guess that you just conveniently avoided all that somehow huh 3) You were so upset over hominis and his wife both racist sexist garbage people 🤡 enjoy your side show clowns ya freakshow 😂 Karma will see to you, don't worry ugly. 4) Awe you're upset of cisnowflake too another horrible sexist racist loser? For all your projecting and positioning you try to do on your page you're still just the same person you have been 2 years ago and even further back because no matter where you go or what you do you are still you Paige and your true colors will bleed back through and you can't change the hate in your heart anymore than you can change how retarded, ironic and hypocritical you are 😂 Cuz again I don't see you renouncing your friends Behavior or what they did or your part in it you're just mad because I'm here calling you out about it while you're trying to save face. I mean again if you truly moved on and are turning this new page relief you could have just apologized or said you know what that situation was horrible but no you double down back to like you always do and will again. Garbage person, simple ass 🤷‍♂️ 5)Again it's just funny you go from you weren't in any kind of Discord doing harassment or talking shit about people you dont even know and then you admit that you were in there and you stand by everything that you said but then say you've changed and its others problems what you did and caused. Yup that's the way to have integrity and maturity and to get to the next level of being a better person for sure just sleeping everything underneath the rug and flipping everybody off in the process. I hope your life is as "pleasant" as you have been.

I go to bed and then go to work and come back to this word vomit... You might actually be more deranged than the chick from the FMA fandom who was tweaking out about me supposedly being a transphobe. I'm legitimately impressed by your dedication. Honest.

So anyway, this is really funny, I guess since you're on anon like a spineless worm, you're giving me the liberty of having the last word, because I certainly won't be answering any more asks from your crazy ass after this lol

I am friends with very few people in that server. The people who are/were in there at the time that I was also using the server were acquaintances at most, with the vast majority being strangers I'd never met. I never once participated in harassing or being hateful towards anyone while I was using that server. As I said, post your screenshots if it will make you feel big and cool. I do not give a fuck. It's not like I'm going to waste my time looking at whatever "evidence" you think you have on me.

I didn't lie. I said I don't use servers, which is true. I did not say that I've never used servers. 2+ years of not participating in any servers constitutes saying that I do not use servers. You're grasping at straws, it's pretty sad.

When was I ever upset about Hom and his wife? They can take care of themselves. This doesn't even make any sense.

This is actually just really funny. You're here on anon trying to tell me you know me well enough to know whether I've changed as a person. I have, believe me. Just not in my political opinions. I don't need to renounce anything or apologize for anything, because I am not any of the things you are accusing me of being, nor are any of the people you have brought up by name in this weird little mental breakdown you're having in my inbox.

Again, didn't lie. Didn't talk shit about anyone I don't know except for a couple of creepy-ass tumblr losers that were outright stalking a couple of my acquaintances. Perhaps you're assmad because you're one of those stalkers? Much to think about. My life is extraordinarily pleasant, yes, and getting better every single day. Thank you for the well wishes. Happy new year :)

[abxglx]

Last falsetto

You can never be "just friends" again with someone you've bonded and loved. Once you've bonded with a person, you'll never be able to see them the same way again. Whether you admit it or not, these feelings will always be there. Knowing that you can't go back to where you were before can be painful. It hurts to think about the memories we shared together. It can be painful to think about all those "what-if" scenarios and imagine what you both might look like. I see him every day and pretend there wasn't an otherworldly connection between the two of us just days or even minutes ago. Then you need to think about your next relationship. Would you like your boyfriend to be close friends with someone with this type or connection? I'd say no so you can't be hypocritical in this one. It's time to realize that the downsides of being "just friends" far outweigh the benefits that come with it. Holding on to something that no longer exists will only hold you back in so many ways. We've spent almost six years together.

I sat in bed for a few hours after get off work yesterday, wishing I had more time. More time to admire him, more time to tell him how I feel about him, more time to hug him and tell him everything will be okay. It was a bad breakup, either. We fight and get mad at each other. I realized I couldn't give me what he wanted from our relationship.There were a lot of tears. We spent hours together, sitting in his car together. Lots of hugs, lots of "I love you", lots of "I'm going to miss you", and lots of "sorry". When you're with someone for a long time, you take for granted what they mean to you. Through him, I found myself. He helped me through the most difficult time of my life. "You never know you love them 'til you let them go" is all too true and bad.

We are still friends and we still love and care deeply about each other. That's why we had to break up. Tried to be friends with him after and all it did was break my heart even more. Call it ego but it did hurt knowing he was going out looking that good.I just pray that God watches over him and keeps him safe along his whole family, the memories were nice and warm and when he found me before we dated I was alone and still trying to figure out my adult life, now that I've figured it out im just working to move out and once again alone, I'll learn from what I did wrong and work to become a more kind person, so I can look back to the memories and smile knowing he's doing better even if I'm not in the picture. Iloveyou to the bottom of the sea.

[le-panda-chocovore]

It's supposed to be Haibara's birthday, he would be 17 if he was still there. Suguru feels more alone and awful than ever. He ate too many curses recently and spent his nights throwing up. Satoru calls to tell him he'll be back in three days, but a week later he's still not there. Suguru kicks Yaga's door. "Where is he ?? He's supposed to be back now ! What happened ?! Where's Satoru !!!"

It has been two months and they still haven't manage to see each other. The timing of their mission never cross and Suguru is at his limit. It was his 10th consecutive night in Satoru's room when the door opened at 2am. Satoru gets in, exhausted, and doesn't bother to turn on the light.

"Satoru ?"

Blue eyes meet the brown ones, which brighten in hope. Suguru jumps out of bed and runs to hug his friend.

"You're back ! Finally !"

He finally relaxes when he feels arms embracing his body.

"I'm here, I'm back."

"I missed you. It was the longest 3 days ever."

Satoru laughs, but his voice seems so tired. Not only his voice, but his face, and the way he moves too. He did mission after mission without any rest for weeks.

"Yeah, I'm sorry it took so long."

They're still hugging as if they're the only people on earth, and after a few minutes, Satoru reluctantly tries to move away.

"I missed you too, but can you at least let me take a shower first ? I smell awful."

After the shower (they took it together because Suguru didn't want to let go), they start watching a movie on the bed. Satoru is sitting between Suguru's legs and doesn't really pay attention to the movie, nor does Suguru honestly. They're both too happy to be back in each other's arms.

Satoru complains about the hell he's been going through with the last missions, how he got hurt in some fights and how it was exhausting to save everyone's ass with very little to no gratitude.

"You know, if you ask me to run away with you right now, I'd probably say yes."

Suguru's hands stop moving.

"What ?"

"I'm just fucking tired to waste my time saving those weak ass just because the elders told me so."

It has been a while since they didn't have this conversation where Satoru had this point of view.

"You can't say that, it's our job. It's our role."

Suguru himself wonders why he said that when he has the exact same thought. He feels hypocritical, but he can't help but discourage his best friend to follow that path.

"Kinda ironic coming from you, don't you think ? Aren't you the one who hate the non-sorcerers ? Don't you want them dead ?"

"...Yeah, but you don't. You're meant to protect them, you're the strongest sorcerer of this generation."

Satoru seems dissatisfied with this answer. His body slightly moves away from Suguru's touch, and the black-haired teen feels like his heart has become heavier because of that.

"No one asked me if I wanted this role, they put all those responsibilities on me the moment I was born. But honestly, I'm so fucking tired right now. I don't want to do this anymore, I don't have the energy to find a reason to fight. I'm strong, as you said, I'd be fine. I don't have to worry about the curses or the curses users, it's their problem."

Suguru can only understand what Satoru is saying, but he still forces himself to argue. He can't be the one who let the heir of the Gojo clan giving up on his responsibilities.

"You don't know what you're saying..."

"I know I'm probably just saying this because I'm tired and exhausted and everything, and tomorrow I'd feel better, but still. I just want to enjoy my time with you, but they take so much of my life I feel like I can barely see you. So if you're going to leave now, I'll follow. I don't want to be away from you anymore."

Suguru makes Satoru turn so he can face him. He immediatly regrets, because Satoru seems 100% serious and he doesn't know what he's supposed to say now.

"I can't ask you something like that Satoru, you're too important. How is the world supposed to work without you ?"

"How am I supposed to survive without you ??"

Suguru shakes his head. He can't be compared to Gojo Satoru, no one can.

"You don't need me. You're already so bright, you're like the sun. I can't take you with me just because I'm too weak to endure the curses."

Satoru cups his best friend's face in his hand and forces him to look at him.

"Never say that again. You've been fighting those thoughts for months now, and you're still there ! You're strong, Suguru ! You're fucking strong and you're not alone ! We are the strongest together, Suguru, so don't you dare say that I can handle things alone. Look at you, for fuck's sake. You were going crazy because you spent 2 months away from me, so what do you think would happen to me if you left me forever ? Do you believe I'd be able to go through the years without being close to you anymore ? Do you truly believe you need me more than I need you ? That's fucking stupid ! I'm doing everything I can so I can keep you by my side and you don't believe you're that important to me ? Are you fucking stupid ??"

"Satoru..."

"Don't go without me ! I swear Suguru, I'd kill every one of the weaklings if you wanted, if you asked, if it meant that I'll stay with you forever. I don't care about the exorcism, I don't care about the people, I just care about you. I want to be with you as long as I can, no matter what. So don't dare think of leaving without taking me with you. I fucking need you Suguru. I'd follow you everywhere, you just have to ask. Please, please I'm begging you, please. Don't go where I can't follow."

Suguru is completely crying at this point, and Satoru isn't in a better state. They're both huge messes, but it's fine. They're still together, so it's fine.

"I won't, I promise."

"Good."

And they hug again, and it seems to last a thousand years, yet it still not enough. Somehow, the time they spend together is never enough.

"Hey, I have an idea." Satoru said once they both stopped crying.

"Mmh ?"

"Let's say that we don't need to pretend we care when we're in this room. Like, one of us has to be the rationalist one out here so we don't go on a killing spree. We can't take turns on that. It used to be you, now it's often me, we manage to make it work. But when we're alone, all of this doesn't matter, right ? There's no need to stick to these morals. We can hate on the weaklings and talking about running away together, no one else will know."

Suguru has always knew that Satoru has a very unique and selfless way of thinking, but sometimes he's still surprise to listen to him talking.

"You're insane." he comments, but he's laughing because it's not even a bad idea.

"Being away from you for a long time do that to me." Satoru's smile is so pure that it brightens the entire room even though it's the middle of the night and all the lights are off. "I told you, the only thing I really care about is you. If I could spend my entire life with you in this bed, I won't ever leave this room. It's like, my dream, we coul- AH!"

Suguru drags him in a passionate kiss, because he can't keep listening to Satoru's confession all night without doing anything. Seriously, does this boy ever stop talking about how much he loves Suguru ? It must be the fifth time he said he wants to spend his life with him.

"You're still insane," Suguru repeated when they parted away to breathe, "but you're sexy and cute. I'll stay."

He doesn't let Satoru answer and is already back on his mouth. He pushes him on the bed and they have naughty sex all night (it's a lie, it was very vanilla because they're half-crying and they're pathetic and because Satoru's a pillow princess).

Satosugu Hurt/Comfort + Fluff

@get0suguru I said I would so here it is !

Honestly, I don't think I'll write an entire fic but I need to get the ideas out of my head. Feel free to use this for your inspiration (and send me the link please !)

This is not properly written, this was a bullet list of ideas and I just took off the bullets because the paragraph became longer and longer and it was a mess. Feel free to use this for your own inspiration (and please send me the link if you publish something) !

English isn't my first language and I'm very tired, sorry for the mistakes.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Geto Suguru & Gojo Satoru - 3rd year students

After Riko's death, Suguru slowly starts to spiral and question his role in the world, while Satoru starts training more and more alone and is sent on solo missions. The encounter with Yuki worsens Suguru's state.

Satoru notices that something's wrong and invites Suguru to eat something with him. Suguru feels a bit better when those blue eyes are looking at him. They make the habit of sharing a meal whenever they can.

They spend more and more time away from each other and Suguru's still spiraling, but every time they manage to meet, he allows himself to enjoy the life he has a little bit. Those blue eyes might be worth the pain.

Haibara dies and Suguru's hate for non-sorcerer is growing even quicker than before. He wonders why he's still there trying to protect them. He doesn't want to risk his life for them. He doesn't want to lose his friends for them.

A few days after that, Satoru finds his friend standing alone in the gymnasium. "You look like you're going to disappear." Suguru doesn't look at him when he answers "I'm so tired. I don't think I can keep going on." Satoru hugs him desperatly "Please stay with me. I'll figure things out, I'll make it easier for you, I'll give you everything. Stay for me. Please."

-Alternative to the emotional moment because Gojo won't act serious if he's not forced to (and because I don't know which dialogue I prefer)- Satoru, half-joking : "You look like a ghost, like you could disappear anytime." Suguru, not looking at him : "Maybe I can. Maybe I will. I can't find anything worth the sacrifice, I can't bring myself to be happy in this world." Satoru, rolling his eyes like the dramaking he is : "Duh, I'm here idiot ! Am I not the source of your happiness ? Am I not the best thing that happened in your life ? Am I not the one who brings a smile on your pretty face ? Don't you dare say that nothing in this world can make you happy when you're friend with me, dumbass !" Suguru is speechless, then he laughs and Satoru's proud to be right. Suguru calls him an idiot, but he agrees.

They're even closer than before now, always touching some part of their skin whenever they're together, and Satoru constantly reminds Suguru that everything will be fine as long as they stay together. He says things like "Look at me, I'm here." and "Can you stay for me ?" and "Remember that you're not alone" and "Just try to endure it a bit longer, I'm with you" every now and then. It gives Suguru the strength to keep going day by day despite his deep disgust with the jujutsu world.

Sometimes, Satoru is away for a long time, and Suguru is alone with the disgusting taste of the curses he has to swallow. He feels sick and awful, and he's so close to giving up everything. Satoru calls him when he can but he won't be back soon. He makes him promise to wait, and Suguru's not sure if he can do it. So Suguru crashes into Satoru's room and spends the entire time in the bed, which smells like Satoru. It helps.

One time they're cuddling in Suguru's bed (because Satoru decided he would sleep there that night) and Suguru grows an obsession with Satoru's small waist. Like, he can't stop touching it, it's driving him insane, he feels so high, like he just took every drug existing. Of course Satoru notices "Is that me or are you having an existential crisis over my waist ?" but of course it doesn't bother him at all. Now he uses this too as an argument to make Suguru stay at the school : "You can't live without my perfect body. Can you imagine running away and not being able to touch me anymore ?" The worst part is that it works.

Suguru saves the twins and kills the two adults who were accusing them, but he restrains himself from destroying the whole village. Instead, he calls Satoru who immediately teleports there despite being on a mission elsewhere. Satoru covers the crime scene and tells Suguru to pretend that the two non-sorcerers got killed during the fight against the curse. It's classified as collateral damage. The two of them bring Mimiko and Nanako to the school and teach them about the curses and the exorcists.

Now, Suguru has two more reasons to stay. He's still depressed and he still hates the monkeys, but he starts to believe that things would end up fine. He has people to protect now, he has people to love. He can fight for that.

When they graduate, Satoru and Suguru move out of the school with twins, and they take Megumi and Tsukimi with them.

[yvesdot]

PLEASE tell me about social media in the Sims

Oh my God thank you all I got these within MINUTES of that post. Sure!

INTRO

The Sims 2 was released in 2004. Because of that, there is no social media in that game. There aren't even cell phones or laptops-- Sims have big clunky desktop computers that they use for things like playing video games and looking for jobs.

The first expansion pack, University (released 2005), added cell phones, which in my experience players rarely use. You have to sit through 2004 game loading time to get to a community lot (public/commercial, as opposed to private, lot) which sells them-- you need to have a cell phone store somewhere in your neighborhood-- and after all that it provides little utility. The base game (TS2 without expansion packs/DLC) includes (free to use) phone booths on every community lot by default, and landlines are pretty cheap. In the game, you just don't need it.

Obviously, in real life I love having a personal phone and would never have a landline. I can check the time, browse various sites, research any question I might have, and chat with my friends who aren't around. I like always having my phone on me-- but I do not live in The Sims 2.

The Sims 4 does have phones. It also has a pack called Get Famous, which-- and I'm not saying I understand this at all-- allows your Sim to get some kind of quirk that defines them as a celebrity. My Sim's quirk was phone addiction.

I'm never going to play this stupid evil game again. ('ω')

But, okay, why is that my reaction to my Sim being addicted to their phone? Why does it bother me that they pull it out and browse, or whatever? Why do I never use TVs in my Sims' homes, and why don't I get them cell phones? Do I just hate realistic gameplay, or the modernization of the games? Am I a hypocrite for having pink CC laptops in half of my TS2 builds?

Turns out no I was right about everything obviously as always.

SOME REASONINGS

The basic answer is obvious: not everything realistic is something I want in my game. I wish mindless social media scrolling and binge-watching and capitalism didn't exist. I don't want to add CC Starbucks cups to my game because I don't need Starbucks to be in more places than it already is. Abortion mods personally make me sad, because abortion is a solution to a number of problems I wish we didn't have. In a game with distinct WooHoo (protected sex) and Try for Baby (what it sounds like) options which both make Sims just as happy, why can't every pregnancy be wanted and healthy?

Obviously, there are a lot of Real Life Things in TS2 basegame, like the fact that the central mechanic hinges on time and resource management: you have to figure out when to put your Sim to bed and when to take them to the bathroom to optimize everything else (fulfilling their Wants, making them money, causing chaos, etc.). I find myself much more entertained by planning my Sim's day around their varied needs than I would be trying to figure out TS2 tax mods. Then, too, everyone has a different threshhold for what they consider a good or bad realistic addition, including additions to gameplay. I can't play with the mod ACR (Autonomous Casual Romance), for example, because I am a control freak and if my Sims jump into bed with random people I explode. I'm not against any given mod, particularly because I know that it's just my personal taste to play so carefully. That being said, TS2 is in many ways a game about control: using all your power to help your Sims reach the goals you and the game set for them.

More importantly, though, I play the Sims character-focused. While I love building houses and towns, I don't think about the game as gameplay- or worldbuilding-first; all elements to me are a scaffold for the characters, or the Sims! I play The Sims because I love my Sims the way I love the characters I write and read about and the people I hang out with. This is actually the same thing people are doing with, say, ACR, because they like to feel like their Sims are more 'real' and have their own preferences. By default, for example, the game doesn't set gender preference-- you do, when you instruct your Sim to check out or flirt with or smooch another one. I do occasionally indulge in using ACR (with the main function turned firmly OFF) to randomize sexual preferences in my neighborhood so that I can be surprised. Of course, the latest version allows you to make everyone default bisexual if you'd like...

(I do, for the record, LOVE the people who make tax and abortion and death by illness and welfare mods. I find their ability to handle chaos and ride the wave hands-free admirable, and I especially love watching them play and reading their stories, because everything can hit the fan in an instant. That kind of adaptability and dedication is insane! I think individual players should be able to do and add whatever the crap they want to their games. Have no fear; I am not against the pregnancy-enabled Orgy Rug.)

So, in short, I want my Sims to be happy and fulfilled in good relationships. In my opinion, social media does not provide any of this. I know you want this to be at least 5,000 words of a response, though, so let me prove it to you ^__^

THE SIMS 2 BLOGGING WANTS

TS2 actually does have a comparable feature to TS4's cell phones, which is blogging. If you have the expansion pack FreeTime, your Sims can have hobbies, and let me tell you those little bitches Want nothing more than to Blog About [Hobby]. I have a mod now that tanks the frequency of these Wants and it still comes up too often-- I'm talking every time the Wants rerolled (another Want fulfilled, Sim went to sleep and woke up, etc. You get about 4 Wants each time), I'd get a Blog About [Hobby] Want and it drove me nuts. Yes, it's repetitive, but it's also... unsocial.

In real life, if I'm blogging or scrolling through Tumblr or whatever, I know that every individual user is a human person. I'm experiencing social interaction by chatting and peeping. I am, right now, chatting to beloved friend lazarusemma, in addition to two anonymous persons whom I appreciate very much for showing their interest in my interests. It's similar (but not identical to) my being at a party where my friend says "oh please talk about The Sims 2" and then two people yell out from the crowd, "yeah, talk about The Sims 2!" There is a demonstrable social aspect to all of it.

In TS2, though, there's no way to convey that your Sim is doing that. The reason phone calls work so well is that they're essentially identical to having a Sim walk by, appear on the lot, and chat to your Sim (other than that, of course, you can't play ball over the phone). You see the Sims chatting about various topics, the relationship bars go up, your Sim's Social need fills, and of course on your end you see your Sim walking around and making hand gestures as they talk on the phone. It's really adorable! And, importantly, it's character- and relationship-based. You see your Sim making social connections.

The blogging is a mystery. Is my Sim expressing strong opinions on crafting? Are they making friends through their LiveJournal? Is there drama? Who's reading that blog? I have no idea. It makes no coherent difference to my Sim's life to blog, whatsoever, which is simply not accurate to the social aspects of blogging in real life. It's like if you integrated sewing but all your Sims could do was sit at a sewing machine for 5 hours and nothing would happen. (In practice, sewing increases the Sewing talent & interest in Arts and Crafts, allows Sims to craft and then sell or keep usable items, fulfills Fun needs, etc.)

I'M CREEPING UP ON A CONCLUSION NOW

It's also worth noting that you can't really replicate IRL dynamics in the Sims this way to begin with. IRL I do not have people walking by on the lawn who I can talk to, not just because people don't tend to walk by but also because we live in a world where you might not like someone for reasons beyond "they have Level 10 interest in Money and I have Level 0" or "they have 0 Nice Points." People are transphobic in real life. Furthermore, travel in The Sims 2 is either simple (call someone you know to come over, and they show up within the hour) or impossible (Sims in two different neighborhoods can't & won't ever interact). The Internet solves a problem (physical accessibility of a person or resource) that simply does not exist in these games.

All this is to say that I find some of these mechanics "unproductive," in the sense that I see no benefit to them for the Sim's fulfillment, relationships, etc. If they write a novel in TS2, it takes hours and hours and hours and then it sells and they can take it out of the bookshelf and read it. Blog post in TS2? Into the ether. Does not affect anything in the game. It takes less time for two Sims to have a landline phone call than to call one of them over to the other's house, but when you have those two options, you don't really need IMs (real thing in TS2!) or cell phones. I'm racking my brain to find a use for cell phones and I guess if another Sim was using the landline it'd be helpful....? But I don't play in big families, so, again, subjectively useless to me. What I really want as an answer to any gameplay mechanic is: what goal does this achieve better than any other current mechanic? Writing a novel, calling a Sim, and using a sewing machine all have a good answer, while I personally feel cell phones and social media do not. That doesn't mean you can't add them, just that I find them useless.

So, at the end of the day, I'm right about not everything realistic being an inherently good gameplay choice, particularly when it forces me to remember substantive real life issues (I wish I had more control over my phone! I wish companies weren't inventing new ways to keep me scrolling!), while adding nothing of value to gameplay and forcing my Sims to stop what they're doing to perform an animation which has no material significance to their lives, meaning, no significance to my gameplay or investment. We should also be asking ourselves why we want to imitate real life, and whether we can, before we start doing it. Yeah, sure, you could integrate credit card payments into The Sims 2 basegame... but would it actually make the game more fun to play? What factors make credit cards necessary IRL, and do or should they exist in TS2?

I find this to be part of TS4's trend of throwing everything into the game to see what sticks, which for me made for pretty overwhelming initial gameplay, though I'm completely willing to admit I "played it wrong" by starting with a bunch of packs. (I didn't want them, but the copy I was... borrowing... came with them all.) I know social media in TS4 has been updated since-- I'm just not a fan of the game for other reasons, and personally, I don't think I need social media in my games no matter how well-integrated they become. I wrote this post for funsies (*‘ω‘ *) The Sims 2 reigns supreme!

[silenthillmutual]

Icarus! As a fic prompt, can I have Daniil's inner thoughts the first time Artemy calls him by his given name? <3

hello dear, i realize this has been sitting in my inbox forever, so i hope you’ll forgive me filling this in late. it’s not much, but i hope you enjoy<3

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The first thing you're doing when this is all over, Daniil thinks, as one shoe drops to the floor, is having a long, hot bath. His back aches at the thought of leaning over again, but he hates the unevenness of just one foot exposed.

He stares down at his feet, miserable. He can just about see his nails through the fabric of his sock. The thought of replacing them makes him despondent; it's not so much that he's attached to this particular pair as it is he can't stand the feeling of so many socks he's come across. This pair was nice, softer and more lightweight, a pair that wouldn't irritate him on the train ride out to this hellhole.

You were only supposed to be here for a day. "Very helpful," he mumbles. He can't help it if the whole ordeal has taken him longer than he'd like - longer than the Powers would have liked. Longer than his associates at Thanatica would have liked. Another hitch in his plans he'd prefer not to think about when there's so little he can do about it anyway.

Daniil puffs a dramatic little burst of air from between his lips as he bends over to reach for his right shoe, and feels his spine crack. And he hisses, too, sharp between his teeth. Now you've done it, idiot. Good luck sitting back up.

He's not a young man anymore, but he's certain he's too young for this. This was supposed to be an older man's problem after a life of back-breaking labor, not exactly the sort of wear and tear Daniil has seen. Like a puppet, support string snapped, he hangs over his knees, shoulders tense. It's easier in this position, certainly, to untie his remaining shoe, but once it's off he's left staring at the floorboards or his feet, and neither is a sight that excites him.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs outside his room should spring him into action, and an attempt is made, but he doesn’t manage to right himself before his guest enters. Daniil can sense the alarm in what he can see of Burakh’s gait, hesitant at the top of the stairs. “Oynon? You’re not -”

“The way my week has been going? I should be so lucky.” Whatever resulting response Burakh has to that is lost to Daniil. “No, no. You see, I was going to tend to my shoe, and the most fascinating sight befell me. Blattella germanica.”

“Uh-huh.” That little noise isn’t enough for Daniil to go off of. His little quip probably went right over his colleague’s head. No matter - if he can get Burakh to turn his back, he can flop sideways onto his bed and stretch himself back out from there - “And this cockroach didn’t have the decency to help you back up?”

The twinge of embarrassment he feels is, overall, too weighed down by exhaustion for him to be snippy in reply. He sighs. Or at least, he attempts to, but the position he’s in with his binder isn’t really conducive to breath. He more...wheezes, and nods. “Not even so much as an auf Wiedersehen. Can you believe it?”

“How rude.” He pauses. “Want me to help you back up?”

Daniil sniffs, trying to regain some sense of detachment. “If you insist.” He can’t exactly tell from the man’s feet what it is he intends to do to help Daniil out, only that the boots draw closer. “You know, I could say the same of you - the rudeness, that is - dragging your muddy boots all over Ms. Yan’s clean floors. But given the present circumstances, I suppose I can overlook it this once.”

“How generous of you. Hypocrite.” Daniil isn’t given the time to retort; something in his spine pops once more, and he’s back up, running his hands down his sides. There are spots dancing in his peripherals for a moment as he adjusts, and he can feel Burakh’s hand still on his back, fingers grazing as if searching for something. When he looks up, the man’s brows are furrowed, lips bowed into a little pout.

Not now, you. There’s still work to be done.

“It’s probably that, uh, undershirt you’re wearing,” Burakh comments, stepping back. “It seems to be the source all that tightness is radiating from.” That’s hardly news to Daniil. He’s fallen asleep in the damn thing more times than he’d care to admit, too exhausted to shed his clothes in the few moments of rest he manages to steal. “I could help with that, actually. I doubt it would be the same as one of your fancy Capital massages, but I do know my way around the muscles.”

Daniil drifts for a minute, allowing the scenario to play out in his head. It is tempting, the thought of these knots in his back being unwound, no more defeated curl to his back when he sleeps. But it’s a little too tempting, too distracting, too good to be worth the time it would take away from work to be done. “I appreciate the offer, but I really hate to waste any time when we haven’t any left to spare. Besides, I’d hate to see your work go to waste the second I’m hunched back over my desk, looking through that microscope.”

Burakh shrugs, his hand slipping away from Daniil’s back. “Some other time then, Daniil.”

The sound of his name reverberates in the space between them. Did he just -? How improper. Daniil shakes his head. That’s not what he means to think. You switched. You switched, formal to informal, the last time the two of you spoke. Had that only been a day? Been earlier in the day? Every hour feels like two weeks. And now they’re on a first name basis. Which is funny, considering he has Thanatica colleagues he won’t permit to call him by given name.

A hand is waving before his eyes, dirtier and rougher than Daniil’s own, gloved as they are. A burst of something like - something like - he doesn’t know what, is insisting he incline his head, rest on palm attempting to gain his attention. It’s a feeble thought, an impulse easily fought. He bites his cheek, his thoughts taunting him. ‘You don’t have to watch your tongue with me.’  My, did you really say that?

“If it’s a bad time,” Burakh says, “I can come back later.”

“No, no,” Daniil insists, “it’s fine.”

“Good, because I was lying.” Burakh seems pleased with himself for his deception, little smirk twisting the point of his mouth.

But the point is sharp, and so is his tongue. The curve is where the heart speaks from. Oh, he’s so exhausted he’s beginning to think in near-rhyme! Daniil manages to refrain slapping his forehead or flopping back onto his mattress in exhaustion. “I take it you needed something?”

“Yeah, I was...” the breath Burakh takes through his teeth does not sound promising. And perhaps here enters the reason for the informality. “I was hoping you’d have some more of those vaccines you created with Rubin? I could really use one during my rounds.” He’s no longer looking in Daniil’s direction, pacing the room. Odd. That’s one of your idiosyncrasies.

“And will it be for you, or...?” Artemy nods. Artemy? “Good. We haven’t had a chance to test it on children yet. I’d hate to think of you using it on one of your Bound and, well. You know.”

“Yeah.” The Haruspex nods. Artemy. Permission implicit to call him that now. “So? Have you?”

Daniil stands, shuffles his feet to the desk. All the while his name in Burakh’s voice (Artemy’s voice) slides down the back of his mind. Not caressed or sung or anything poetic. Nothing fancy, simply spoken. Of course not. Because that’s your name. But perhaps that’s what gets to him - that it isn’t pronounced with fanfare or special intonation. The first time Daniil has heard the name as his without the condescension of someone humoring a request.

Even after he felt the binder. Daniil twirls the vials between his fingers, chewing on his bottom lip. “Something on your mind, oynon?” Artemy asks.

He huffs, a noise half exhaustion and half defeat. “I was only thinking it’s such a shame you’re in a hurry. You couldn’t stop for a moment and share a cup of coffee?” Artemy. But there will be time afterward to say his name, to know the way it feels across your tongue.

Artemy looks as though he’s genuinely weighing his options. When he ducks his head, Daniil figures the cause lost, and understands. They are both very busy men. But his mouth is doing that same cautious smile Daniil can feel in his chest when their eyes lock. “For you, I’m sure I can spare the moment.”

[stylistiquements]

Introduction : three older brothers

𐐪𐑂 Pairing : Sapnap x fem!reader {Playlist} 𐐪𐑂 Summary : When Sapnap learns the news, some questions are resurfacing.

𐐪𐑂 Word count : 1.1k

𐐪𐑂 Warning : none (for once lol)

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I’m coming to see you in Florida, your voice plays again and again like it’s some kind of song stuck in the back of Sapnap’s mind.

In the lull of the afternoon, a nest of merriment peaks in the crest of his chest and threatens to overflow, but honestly it’s more a promise than anything; bare feet stomping euphorically against the wooden floor without a hint of withhold and the humid air twirls around his fists as he punches a not so silent victory.

Fifteen years of friendship, two years of longing and four months until the world both crumbles and harmonizes again.

129 days until my best friend comes home, Sapnap processes ecstatic, acidic. Peonies hatch in the depth of his heart, where light shouldn’t reach but still does somehow.

The heel of his palm presses against the phone a little tighter, where your voice ringed high and low just minutes ago. He forgot to ask how long you were planning on staying with him and Dream. Somehow, he forgot how to think about anything else but the fact that, soon, late night texts and virtual calls are to be bad dream-ish flashes. But it’s so easy to put everything behind, so easy to dismiss when you’re about to appear in front of him, soft as a smile and real.

When the celebration falls breathless, Sapnap isn’t sure what to do with himself, throwing his body over the bed that bounces up and down and the movement is so swift he’s left tasting all fuzzy. He’s transported overseas, heart streaming over the sheets. They wrinkle and frame his body like a restless picture.

This could just be a dream, he reasons; he waited so long for you to say those words that, for all he knows, he might have been asleep all along. The threads of lights that escape the window fondle his hair and wash up two soft cheeks and, in an attempt to seal the wish, he closes his eyes and lets the sun flood the back of his eyelids.

What is printed there, between orange light and imaginary shapes, is an old memory that slowly unfolds; a brushed wound on your knee during one of those skateboarding afternoons.

Sapnap huffs. God, you used to love skateboarding so much it drove him crazy.

But it was, after all, his duty to carry you home. Like a princess, you said, eyes sparkling and smile so promising. He whined, complained the whole time about you being heavy, but it didn’t matter; what colored his skin was how important you gave him the opportunity to be. And the truth, although diluted, remains indelible to the passing time.

It’s funny, he recognizes, that the memory decided to collide with this very moment. Just as if a boiling impatience molded itself into a wave of memories. And when the nostalgia fades away, he imagines what it would be like if you were right in front of him; the shape of your eyes and the curve of your smile. Something old, something new, something blue, he thinks ironically, though it probably only makes sense to him.

“What the hell, Godzilla?” The door cracks open and welcomes a swirling breeze. Dream fakes the annoyance, but his tone betrays; boyish amusement. His silhouette intertwines with rays of lights and though his shadow elongates enough to hide Sapnap from the merciless sun of Florida, one glance at the man forces him to squint in order to not be completely blinded. Sapnap tunes into reality once again, heels sinking into the mattress.

“129 days,” he mumbles, willing to answer a question that hasn’t been freed yet, knowing it’s not too much of an answer yet everything he’s capable of for the moment given, still stuck into the ethereal.

“Cryptic,” Dream sighs. His scoff stops when he lies on the bed next to his friend, a small rattle falling out of his lips.

In the interlude, met by two green eyes and the chirping of the birds outside, he gives in, “I haven’t seen y/n in two years and now she’s coming back in 129 days.”

Dream’s head rises effortlessly, unimpressed, little birdie tells Sapnap he probably knew much before he did.

“Then why are you not as happy as you should be?”

“I’m not sure,” Sapnap shrugs. “I mean-- I am, but it’s weird. It’s like super long and super short at the same time.”

Dream’s hovering smile twitches slightly devious, slightly smirk-ish. “Maybe you’ll finally be able to tell her how you feel.”

Betrayal, he noticed the way his lashes flutter when your name is mentioned in a conversation, the way he secretly flusters every once in a while when the boundaries between what is and what could be are drawn too blurry. Sapnap’s eyebrows arch in a hypocritical confusion.

He gulps with a little bit of coyness, “It’s just not the right timing.”

“Things don’t always need to be complicated, you know.”

His jaw clenches in a sour agreement, but to be so desperately in love with his best friend, there is only room for difficulty.

It’s like magnets with the same polarity. Sometimes, too caught up by the pursuit of your own selves, sometimes kept apart by the fear of losing the most precious thing life has given the two of you. And if one second he thinks he could catch a glimpse of hope, too tangled with the force field to think, the next he never even dares to think about it.

“I’ve heard how you interact with each other, being all flirtie flirtie and stuff,” Dream notes high and daringly. The smirk blooms, Sapnap flinches.

“Right, as if. She also has three older brothers, you know? Kinda don’t want my ass to get beaten.”

“You’re being a giant baby.”

“You’re a giant baby,” Sapnap repeats to mock. “Shut up.”

And soon the air is filled with hands aiming to attack each other, weltering between a mound of sheets and choked out laughter. The introspection blows in the wind for a second before reappearing as easy.

Once Dream’s power has made its own point, Sapnap surrenders, “Fine. Oh my god, you’re so annoying. And if I tell her that I’m in love with her and she rejects me, what then?”

Heaving chests and remains of chuckle, the sun fades out for a moment to give them a rest.

“And if you tell her that you’re in love with her and she says ‘me too’, what then?”

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Taglist : @open-minded-chip-101 ; @itsoakaa

A/N : I'm so happy to finally post something again I feel like it's been years lol!! Hope you guys appreciated the intro. it's a bit shorter but once again its just the intro and if you're used to the length of the sorcerer's chapters then this is gonna defo be a lot shorter. Anyway lmk what you think!! I think I'm going to publish one part every sunday but can't really promise anything. Until next time (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)