#I have a few messages and asks I need to get back to TT TT

[phantom-peachie]

crying bc i literally forgot the password AND email for this account and couldn’t sign back in for almost a week and I was about to give up but I finally got it

[dead-boys-club]

†  grandpa. : toya.

❥ scenario: grandpa enji is a last resort. ❥ request; @pinkhairandribbons ( i tried TT i suck at writing about kids. ) ❥ no warnings; unless you need a father jumpscare warning. ❥ a/u: clearing out my requests, please be patient.

❥ i can n o t find who edited the picture in the banner TT please for the love of god, if it's yours, let me know.

chaos took over your apartment as you attempted to get ready, straighten up and answer messages, trying to contact your in laws. toya and yourself had been put out on simultaneous missions at the last minute, leaving you struggling with someone to watch your watch. natsuo, fuyumi and shoto were all tied up in their own lives and your last option, well, the name alone was enough to make your husband bristle.

“absolutely not,” toya bit out, folding his arms as he paced back and forth across the room. “there’s no way he’s watching her. you know how he is. you think i'm going to trust him with her?”

you took a calming breath, already prepared for this reaction; a justified reaction. “toya, he’s changed. he’s put in a lot of work to make things right with your siblings.. fuyumi even said he’s been trying to make up for the past.”

toya scoffed, shaking his head. “that’s different. they’re adults. this is our daughter we’re talking about. and let's not even begin on the fact it took until all of us were adults for him to do it.” his gaze softened as he looked over to the corner where she sat in her playpen, chewing on a stuffed animal and babbling happily to herself.

you walked over to him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “look, i understand. i do. but we don’t have another option, and both of us are needed on these missions.” you paused, meeting his eyes with a pleading look. “can we give him this chance? just this once?”

he hesitated, his jaw clenched, clearly wrestling with the decision. after a long silence, toya let out a reluctant sigh. “fine. just this once. but if anything happens—”

“it won’t,” you assured him with a small smile, wrapping your arms around him. “thank you.”

he rolled his eyes, but you could see the worry lingering behind them as he nodded, pulling you close for a brief, protective embrace. “if he messes up even once.. a single hair out of place-- i swear, he's never seeing any of us again.”

of course, you were the one making the phone call.

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after you and toya left, your daughter was initially shy, clutching her little stuffed animal as she looked up at enji with wide, curious eyes. she'd met him a few times but it wasn't unusual for a toddler to be a little wary of someone of his build. but enji, sensing her hesitance, softened his usually stoic expression and gave her a gentle smile.

“do you like stories?” he asked, kneeling down to her level. “i know a lot of good ones.”

she nodded slowly, her shyness fading almost immediately as she looked at him with interest. “stories?” she asked, her voice small and tentative.

enji nodded, getting comfortable on the living room floor beside her as he began telling her a story about a brave little fox who helped her friends and saved her village; he was more than happy to use the plastic character toys for added effect. as he spoke, he noticed how her eyes sparkled with excitement, her little giggles punctuating his words whenever he added in dramatic voices for the characters. for a man who was used to facing villains and high-stakes missions, it was the most relaxed he’d felt in a long time. he let himself enjoy that, guilt free.

after the story, he let her climb onto his back, pretending to be the “big, brave horse” from her toy set, even trotting around the room as she squealed with laughter, her small arms wrapped around his neck. her joy was infectious, and for a brief moment, enji felt as if the weight he carried from his past was a little lighter.

he managed to ignore the fact he would never live it down if he was caught pretending to be a horse.

as they settled down, enji picked up a few of her toys, organizing them as she sat beside him, watching him carefully with her big, bright eyes. she was quiet for a moment, then looked up at him. a look he could only compare to his oldest son at the same age.

“grandpa?” she asked, her voice soft.

enji looked down at her, a gentle smile on his face. “yes?”

she hesitated, her little face scrunched up in thought, before asking, “are you… sad?”

the question took him by surprise. he paused, then nodded slowly. “i was. for a long time,” he admitted, his voice low but calm. “but it’s better now. i have people who help me feel better. people like your daddy, and… people like you.”

she seemed to consider his answer as carefully as a toddler could, her small fingers reaching for his hand and giving it a tiny squeeze, offering him the pure, unconditional comfort only a child could give. “daddy says we all need hugs sometimes. so i give hugs when he's sad,” she declared, her smile wide as she scooted closer, wrapping her small arms around him in a sweet, clumsy hug.

enji’s chest tightened with a warmth he hadn’t felt in years as he hugged her back, his eyes glistening. “thank you,” he murmured. he could feel the weight of his past lifting just a little more as he held his granddaughter close, a quiet promise forming in his heart—to be the kind of grandfather she deserved. he'd missed out on those 'healing hugs' with his own children, he'd be damned if he missed out on even more with his grandchildren.

as s phe ulled back, beaming, enji felt something shift within him. maybe redemption wasn’t an end goal but a continuous journey, one made easier by these small, tender moments of love and acceptance. and with that thought, he smiled at her, holding her small hand as they went back to play.

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when you finally left for your respective missions, it was with a heavy feeling, knowing how much toya was worrying. you’d seen the flash of worry in his eyes as he had kissed her goodbye, telling her, “be good, alright? daddy will be back soon.” and though he tried to keep his voice light, the strain was clear.

your own parents weren't in the picture but you knew the struggle he must have had leaving her behind in his hands. while you were worried, a normal feeling when leaving your kid, you could feel that everything would be okay.

you spent most of the mission checking your phone, glancing at it during every brief lull in the action, half expecting toya to message you with complaints or concerns. but as the hours ticked by, there were no frantic calls, no worried texts - just silence. maybe he'd managed to get rid of his panic.

when you finally returned home that night, toya had passed you in the hall, close to a run to get through the apartment door - it was kind of sad but you couldn't help but chuckle. he immediately stilled at the sight before him. in the soft glow of the living room light, there was his daughter, wrapped in a tiny fleece blanket, asleep in enji’s lap. her little fingers clutched a stuffed animal and her small head rested against her grandfather’s chest, her breaths even and peaceful.

perhaps the most surprising thing was enji himself. his large, usually intense hands were gentle as he held her, his once hardened face softened as he watched her sleep. it was a side of him you’d never seen before - calm, patient, almost… tender. it was like looking at a completely different person.

you hadn't met him until toya made the announcement of your wedding, having kept his personal life at a distance from his father - rei was the only reason he was invited. you hadn't been too fond of him back then, feeling like the air was tense anytime he was around. but you were content, knowing things had actually, just maybe, taken a good turn.

enji looked up as you and toya entered, nodding in greeting but remaining quiet so as not to wake her. “she fell asleep about an hour ago,” he said in a low voice, gently smoothing a stray hair from her face. “had a big day.. saved a lot of people.”

toya stood frozen for a moment, taking in the scene with a mixture of awe and disbelief. he hadn’t expected this- this gentle, loving version of his father who held his granddaughter as if she were the most precious thing in the world. this version he never knew - the one he'd hoped and begged for. it almost made him angry but that wasn't fair, was it?

you smiled softly, feeling your heart swell at the sight. “thank you, enji. really. it seems like she had a really good day.”

enji nodded, his gaze not leaving her. “she reminds me a lot of fuyumi at that age,” he said, his voice soft, carrying a weight of sad nostalgia. “a little firecracker, but so kind.”

there was a long pause before toya finally stepped forward, his usual defenses lowered as he spoke quietly. “did… did everything go okay?” his tone was softer than you’d expected, almost hesitant, like he was looking for a reason to justify that ill emotions in the back of his mind.

enji met his gaze, nodding once. “yes. she’s a strong girl.” he glanced down at her with a small, almost wistful smile. “she’s got your stubbornness, too. took a while to get her to settle down.”

toya let out a small huff, though there was a ghost of a smile on his face as he took in the scene. he let it go. “guess she gets that from both of us,” he muttered.

as if sensing her parents’ presence, the small girl stirred, letting out a soft sigh before opening her sleepy eyes. she blinked a few times, and when she saw toya, her face lit up with a bright, tired smile. “daddy,” she murmured, reaching out to him.

toya’s sharp demeanor melted as he gently lifted her from enji’s arms, cradling her against his chest. “hey, firefly,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “did you have fun with grandpa?”

she nodded sleepily, snuggling into his embrace. “grandpa’s funny,” she mumbled, her little voice slurred with drowsiness. toya had a natural warmth to him that tended to ease anyone to such a state.

you exchanged a smile with enji, and even toya couldn’t hide the small smile that tugged at his lips as he held her close. “yeah? he better have been,” he murmured, casting a sideways glance at enji, though there was a hint of gratitude in his gaze.

enji rose to his feet, giving toya a small nod. “thank you for trusting me with her,” he said quietly. “i know it… wasn’t easy.”

toya hesitated, his gaze softening as he held her close. “yeah, well… guess we all get a second chance, right?” you could see the way his jaw flexed after the words.

enji’s expression flickered with a hint of regret, but he nodded. “i’m doing my best to make up for it. she’s… she’s a blessing.”

as enji made his way to the door, you walked him out, placing a hand on his shoulder as you thanked him again. the gratitude in his eyes was clear, and as he left, you felt a deep sense of peace, feeling as though the one evening could make an awfully big difference.

once you returned inside, you found toya rocking your daughter gently, his eyes lingering on her with a warmth and gentleness that made your heart swell. he looked up at you, his lips curling into a small smile as he mouthed, “thank you.”

just as you settled in for the night, toya’s phone buzzed with a message from natsuo. he glanced at it, and a chuckle escaped his lips as he handed you the phone.

“wait, you let dad watch her?? are you crazy??”

another message followed from shoto, adding, “i didn’t think you’d trust him with a potted plant, let alone your daughter.”

you laughed, leaning against toya as he shook his head, his smile softening as he looked down at her, now sleeping peacefully in his arms. “guess we’re all crazy,” he murmured, pressing another gentle kiss to her forehead. and as he looked at you, his gaze full of love, you knew he wouldn’t have it any other way.

”runs in the family,” you teased, knowing the same love reflected in your own gaze.

[acourtofthought]

hi, so.. i'm genuinely curious. why do you ship gwyn and azriel? because for me, i don't think gwyn has shown any romantic interest in azriel, and even he himself thinks they're not close enough to be friends. do you think sjm is going to throw all of elriel's moments away in previous books just for a ship built off of a spark in the chest and a private dagger lesson which happened off page?

because if she does, i think it will be fan service. major fan service.

thank you.

You say all the E/riel moments but if you really care about what I have to say (as you felt the need to message me) I hope you'll actually pay attention to the things I'm telling you.

It's not all the E/riel moments. It's all the E/riel moments that were almost instantly followed up by Az's fixation on someone else or lack of true interest on his part.

Az figured out Elain was a Seer? He then went on and agreed that they shouldn't bother following through on her visions.

Az announced he'd get Elain back only after Cassian first said they'd get her back? He went on to disobey Feyre's orders to get Elain to safety so he could stay behind and save Feyre, risking Elain's life in the process. He also said he'd be the one who could also take Briar though it was Elain who helped save her, something Az never acknowledged. Just like he never acknowledged her saving him too when kicking the hounds and Cassian, Nesta when she stabbed the king.

Az gave Elain TT? That's because Mor begged him to sit out of battle. He sat out of the one thing he's known for, being the first to throw himself into danger, because the female he in canon loved at the time had tears in her eyes and asked him not to enter the fight. Also, he didn't bother to check on Elain after the war or provide his condolences for the loss of her father.

Az was so sweet taking the potatoes from Elain's hand? Only a few chapters before he was relieved not to have to get her a gift to help her celebrate her first Solstice after being turned fae and he went on to stare at Mor with heat and yearning while Elain sat in the room with them.

He stared at Elain's headache powder for a year while he imagined what she'd look like during sex? He was pissy towards Helion because of Helion's question on where Mor was. He interrupted Nesta's question to Feyre on whether Elain knew about the pregnancy to ask if Mor knew. And because he STILL looks at Mor with longing glances. "Few and Far between" doesn't equal Zero. It means they still exist though to a much lesser degree......all while he's supposed to be so captivated by Elain. He didn't bother asking Elain how she was doing after her fights with Nesta, didn't bother saying he'd help her train her powers. You know, important things when it comes to endgame couples.

Not to mention Az wasn't remotely affected by Elain's catatonic state, where she was withering away. Lucien was DEVASTATED. Az drew straws so he didn't have to stay behind and guard her. THAT'S supposed to be who I want for Elain? The IC was not allowed to enter the Rite otherwise it would guarantee death to them all. Nothing prevented Az from staying with Elain to guard her.

Did you read the TOG series? Did you see how many moments existed between Dorian and Celeana? Beautiful moments too. Did you see what transpired between Celaena and Chaol? She literally tells Chaol that she'd always choose him, she says that he is her home.

Tell me how anything that happened between Az and Elain is any more poetic than what we witnessed between Celaena and Chaol yet Sarah had no problems chucking that out the window.

How about the buildup between Nesryn and Chaol? Sarah had her travel with him to the Torres Cesme, she was willing to accept him with his disability yet Sarah knocked down that house of cards in Tower of Dawn.

Dorian and Sorscha?

Feyre was engaged to Tamlin for gods sakes.

I truly don't understand how you think buildup means anything in Sarah's books. Unless two characters are mates, Sarah will easily tear down whatever buildup once existed between two non mates.

Theia and Fionn were forbidden lovers yet she went on to stand by impassioned as he was murdered only to later be willing to give up everything for Aidas, her mate.

And though you'll refuse to see it, I think Sarah already ended them on Solstice. Az and Elain were doomed from the start and there has now been 7 months that have passed from Solstice until the events of HOFAS. We are given absolutely no buildup for the E/riel ship in all that time, not since Elain returned his necklace. There has been no on page bantering between them, no longing glances, not even an indiscernible peak out of the corner of their eyes at one another.

"All the E/riel buildup" except it's already gone? E/riels entire buildup amounted to an almost kiss that never happened in a bonus chapter which makes it pretty easy for Sarah to move on from considering she tore down Feyre's engagement to Tamlin within the span of a few chapters. And Feyre and Tamlin had an entire book dedicated to them.

You can ship E/riel still, of course, but you can't honestly act like it would be difficult for an author like SJM to walk away from whatever they had going since she had no issues breaking apart multiple other characters who shared so much more.

Serious question for you.

How many books do you read where at the very start of the novel, the two characters instantly want one another?

Did Claire want Jamie at the start of Outlander? Pretty sure she was married to and in love with her husband. She also tried to escape back to said husband after marrying and sleeping with Jamie.

I just read a book where the guy ends up helping a girl who was homeless and she's worried that he'll expect sexual favors from her as she's seen happen on the streets and he says and thinks "she's not remotely my type" though of course they end up together and she's the most beautiful thing ever.

Off the top of your head I'm guessing you can't tell me 5 books where the endgame couple starts the book already in love or romantically interested in one another. So why would Az and Gwyn not being true friends yet be a problem at all?

As far as Gwyn's interest or lack thereof, I don't even need the bonus but if after 2 years and knowing what Elain did during the war he still doesn't think she's capable of handling the darkness of the trove but after a few months he believes in Gwyn's ability to make it through the Rite, it's pretty obvious who the author is setting up as his love interest. Sarah's writing and preferred behavior for her MMC with his endgame person is not difficult to spot at this point.

While we don't currently have confirmation of physical attraction (something that could easily change with a simple change of pov), we do have confirmation of curiousity on Gwyn's part. And a lot of admiration on Az's side.

How is that not a wonderful jumping off point for these two characters? Az is no stranger to lust for beautiful females but he doesn't often give them credit for standing on their own two feet. And Gwyn's curiousity about Az, a male, after what happened to her, is a huge step forward already.

Gwyn started SF not having left the library in 2 years but by the end she was fine being alone with Az on the top of the roof in the middle of the night. She was teasing him over his title, "Shadowsinger."

I'm not sure how you don't see that as being playful / flirtatious. Does that mean she's in love with Az and wants to jump his bones? No, it's just the first hints we're seeing. I'd rather only see hints of something before two characters are ready to bang one out on page before they've even had a POV and shared any sort of meaningful conversation (which Az and Elain have never done, they have never spoken about anything of true importance). That's the difference between a romance book with sex and a book with smut.

As for Az, I'd much rather wait for his romance to build on page, where he's only focused on one female, rather than the shit-show that has been the Mor / Elain situation. Where he can't even admit to his best friend that he's over Mor in the same chapter he thinks how he's not thought of a plan on how to be with Elain beyond his sexual fantasies.

Elain deserves a hell of a lot better than that. And so does Gwyn. Which is why I'm glad Az isn't romantically interested in her at this point in time. Have you ever liked a guy who was panting over you and another girl? It's really not the romance E/riels like to pretend it is and I'd rather Az truly come to terms with his past with Mor and letting her go (something that he has not fully done) before he shows any romantic interest for his endgame person. But with Gwynriel I see that future potential. The banter already exists, she's a bit bloodthirsty like Az, she's seen him slaughter which means she's seen a little what Az is capable of versus how he's behaved around Elain, and his shadows are happy around her (which is better than how Az notes they tend to vanish around Elain after telling us how they're his companions). Not to mention Az won't suffer being around someone who already has a mate and will forever have that mate.

Crying fanservice because you don't get your way rather than paying attention to the author you're reading is a copout and I hope you respect Sarah's writing more than that.

[ledalasombra]

My not so normal little sister

Chapter 3: Regrets

Notes:

A little bit of context about what happened mixed with the present.

I hope all of you like it.

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Tim stood there for a few minutes in front of the computer, still trying to believe what he was reading. "I have a sister... I have a little sister and she is sick…" he mumbled to himself and that was the only thought going through Tim Drake-Wayne's mind at that moment. He had a 22 year old sister who he didn't know about until 4 hours ago and she was going in for surgery. Tim leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes, staring at the screen in front of him with a half-lost gaze, coming to his senses when he heard voices entering the cave. He saved what was still open in his documents, watching Alfred bring Barbara closer to him.

The butler, who was much more of a grandfather than anything else, looked at him intensely, slightly raising his eyebrow, realizing that something was wrong. He didn't comment on the red eyes of the boy in front of him, just walking over and placing his hand on his shoulder.

" Maybe it's better that you don't go out today, Master Tim. I don't think you have the conditions to be part of the activities." Alfred paused briefly, looking again at the boy in front of him "I believe a good night's sleep will help, don't you think?"

"I... " Tim blinked several times, looking at him and sighing heavily. " I'll be in my room if anyone needs me." He didn't take long, getting up from his chair and heading towards the entrance that gave access to the mansion, bumping lightly into Damian as he entered the place.

"Tt. Watch where you walk Drake. This isn't that difficult if you keep your functionality to a minimum." He said as he saw him go up the stairs frowning " What happened to him? He's not in his normal sleep-deprived state…"

"I don't know Master Damian. Maybe he just needs some rest." Alfred says with concern "You should go change, the others will be here in little time."

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Tim knew what he needed to do. He went straight to his room, sitting on the bed and turning on the computer. He was going to arrange a flight to Paris the next day, but until then, he needed to find out everything he could about his sister as soon as possible. He took out his cell phone, typing her phone number and opened it to send a message.

Unknow number

I'm going to Paris as soon as possible. 

Send me news when you can,

the sooner the better.

Be safe.

Tim

Paris – 7:40 am

Emilie got out of the car and headed straight for the bakery entrance. As soon as she walked in she could see Sabine at the counter finishing up with the customer. She smiled slightly at her friend, sitting at a table a little farther from the entrance, watching her friend from afar. She was happy to be able to have a good friendship with Sabine for the last 3 years, a bond that grew out of the relationship of their children. She still didn't understand why the two ended up, however both decided not to give details of the reason and just move on. The last 3 months were hard to see both of them walk away, even though they still felt something strong for each other. They were suffering, each in their own way and in their own corner.

Emilie watched her friend approach, standing up and hugging her tight as Sabine placed the tray on the table. Emilie could see Sabine's tired look, her worried eyes as the two of them sat in their respective seats. She held her hand, squeezing it lightly, but before she even asked what had happened, her friend started talking.

"I didn't know you had returned from London. How is your sister? I thought you would spend more time there…" Sabine said putting a cup next to Emilie and taking another for herself with some tea.

"Amelie is great and I ended up spending too much time there. Adrien was pretty wrapped up with college and with the two of them over, I thought I'd better return. He's been pretty reclusive for the last month."

"There's not much we can do, unfortunately. They're adults Em, they need to know what to do and if they need us we'll be there to help." She said after drinking some of her tea.

"I know it's just that… " she paused leaving her cup on the table "Am I the only one who sees that the two of them are getting hurt?"

Sabine took a deep breath before answering, but before she even started to speak she heard the bakery door slam, looking in the direction, seeing a young man her daughter's age come running towards her.

"Peter? Why are you here?" She said in surprise, arching her eyebrow.

"Aunt Sabine! Glad I found you here. I wasn't going to leave that stubborn one alone in the hospital and I came to stay with her. Only she refuses for two days to give me any information. I was going straight to the hospital but I thought it was better to stop by to ask your permission."

"Oh my darling." she said smiling " I'm so glad you came, even though I knew she didn't want anyone there…" she said getting up and hugging the boy who was much bigger than her.

"She's almost a sister... I wouldn't leave her alone now…" Peter replied, hugging her tight. In a way Sabine was very reminiscent of his aunt. Not that they were physically similar, but because of their posture and, sometimes, their way of acting and speaking.

"Hospital?" Emilie looked at Sabine without understanding what was happening, taking a deep breath before speaking.

"Marinette will have surgery in 3 hours. She's already in the hospital, Luka just texted me a warning. We were just finishing things around here and we're heading there. It was all very fast since we found out she was sick until they scheduled the surgery...."

"I was at the company yesterday and Adrien told me she was going on vacation?" Emilie looked at Sabine confused, trying to understand how this information didn't reach her. "As I understand it, everyone at the company thinks she’s on vacation…"

"She didn't want to tell anyone there and asked me to avoid telling other people" she said feeling Peter put his arm around the eldest shoulders, in a sign of support  "She's in a difficult process, she said she doesn't want anyone worried anymore with her or for people to stop what they need to do to help her. She's closing down more and more... Peter and Luka are one of the few people she's been talking to." She sighed, lowering her head slightly. "I'm sorry for the lack of manners, Emilie…" she said, hugging the boy from the side "this is Peter Parker, a great friend of Mari, he lives in New York."

Peter extended his hand to greet the woman in front of him "It's a pleasure to meet you ma'am. Mars always speaks with great affection and admiration of you…"

" She told me about you... " Emilie smiled slightly at the boy, still showing a slight confusion and frustration in her face "How did she say... "if it wasn't for him I would be lost in New York until today”. " she smiled slightly at the memory, turning her attention to Sabine "What happened to her?

"Peter, why don't you keep your things in Mari's old room? Tom and I are leaving in a little while to go to the hospital and you're coming with us, okay?" He nodded quickly, heading towards the back of the bakery, greeting Tom quickly and heading towards the apartment at the top.

"She has a brain tumor, found out when she got back from New York a little over a month ago…" Sabine started talking as soon as she sat down again. "The doctors said that the surgery despite being very aggressive has a success rate of almost 100% but that the recovery is expected to be slow." Sabine took a deep breath, drinking a little more of the tea to calm down " it all happened so fast. One day she was fine and the next we were in the hospital after she had a bad headache and passed out. " Sabine started to cry as her friend held her hand to reassure her that she was there to help her. "She didn't want to tell anyone and with all the rush of exams that went on in the last month…"

"Hey, calm down Sabine... It's okay, it's going to be okay! She is a young woman, strong and it is obvious that she will be alright!" Emilie said, looking her friend in the eye "do you want me to go to the hospital with you?"

"No, you don't have to. She didn't want to tell anyone, if there are a lot of people there she'll get agitated" she sighed wiping her tears  "I'll call you to let you know how the procedure went. All going well, the doctor said she should stay a little more than a week in the hospital." Sabine squeezes her friend's hand lightly, getting up and follows. "I need to go, she made me promise that we were going to leave the bakery open with Jonas taking care, because according to her, life can't stop because she's sick."

"Be well and send me news as soon as possible." She said hugging her friend "if you need me let me know! I'll come back later so we can talk better." They said goodbye briefly, with Emilie leaving the bakery and getting in the car heading straight for the company, while Sabine went to organize herself to leave as soon as possible to the hospital.

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Emilie arrived at the company going straight to her son's room. Adrien was one of the directors and, despite not having finished college, he was doing very well at what he did. She glanced at the watch on her wrist and from the time she knew he still hadn't left for his late-morning classes. She knocked lightly on the door before entering, seeing him reading some documents on the computer.

"Adrien, my dear. I didn't see you when you left this morning…" she said as she entered and headed towards the table, sitting in a chair right in front of her son "I just met Sabine." She said putting her bag on the chair next to him, looking at him.

"I didn't know you were going there... How are they? I confess that I haven't been there since Mari and I broke up." - He finished the sentence with a low voice, sighing and turning his attention to her mother. "Did something happen? you usually come back excited from it."

"When was the last time you and Mari talked? Sabine told me she's in the hospital, checked in this morning... Did you know that Mari is sick?"

"What do you mean is Mari sick? What happened to her?" He got up from his chair, heading towards his mother, sitting next to her. He looked at her worriedly, trying to understand what she was talking about "mom, Mari was here in a meeting two days ago, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Marinette is going into surgery in two hours." She said, passing her hand on her son's face "Sabine didn't give me details, but from what I understand it's not very simple. She's going to have a tumor removed…"

Adrien leaned back in his chair, looking at the wall behind his mother not really knowing what to say and what was going on. "We haven't spoken directly in a month or so… she hinted that she didn't want to talk to me at the moment and had been avoiding me for the last few weeks. She didn't tell me anything." He spoke in a devastated voice, running a hand through his hair. "We had an argument when she got back from New York, I said I was sorry, that I wish we... I shouldn't and didn't want to break up with her…"

"Oh Adrien, I'm so sorry... but if you guys talked why…"

"She said you can't forget what was said and, honestly, you can't go back with the words I said. I said things to her when we broke up that she didn't deserve to hear, not after all she's done for me... When we spoke last time she made it very clear that she needed space and time for us to talk again…"

"Do you want to talk about it? We can try …" - She said hugging his son.

"No, I definitely don't want to talk about it." He took a deep breath moving away from Emilie "Do you have news of where and how she is?"

"No honey... Sabine promised me that she would let me know and give me news when the surgery was over. She asked no one to go there, she said her daughter didn't want anyone to know…" She said, rubbing her son's face, removing some tears that had fallen. "It's going to be okay and as soon as I have news I'll pass it on to you. Do you want me to stay here a little longer?"

"Thanks Mom." He took a deep breath "if you want to go, I'll be fine here. I don't think I'm going out today. I highly doubt I'll be able to do anything before I hear from her."

"Alright then I'll go to my office and take the opportunity to get you some tea... ok?"

Adrien just nodded, his eyes fixed on the wall in front of him. He sighed, remembering the day he'd realized the biggest mistake he'd ever made in his life.

Flashback

"MyLady, it's a pleasure as always to see you here…" He smiled in her direction "You've been missing for a long time since we've seen each other, were you still in training with the order?"

"Hello Chatton. My training ended a few months ago, but with the rush of everyday life I didn't have time for night outings" she laughed weakly "I was very immersed in work that was delayed precisely because of training."

"Did something happen? Any specific reason to call me?" He looked at her from afar. She was depressed, lacking the smile that always accompanied and lit up her face. Something must have happened. He watched the woman he loved so much sit on the only sofa in the empty living room, in front of a large window that overlooked a park with the Eiffel Tower in the background. It was the highest floor of the building and the view from the place was beautiful.

"I brought you here to talk to you about something important. A few months ago, Bunnix took me to the future to solve a problem. Not to mention things that could interfere in the future and to give a brief summary, an ancient secret organization called the League of Assassins managed to get hold of some miraculous and it can be said that things got out of control very quickly." she paused looking at him seriously "I need you to avoid going out like Chat Noir as much as possible. I know how important this is to you, but unless we have more information, it's best to keep the Miraculous as hidden as possible."

Chat's eyes widened in surprise at her comment, processing what was said. "Do you think there's any chance they're after us? I remember you commenting on them some time ago…"

"I don't know... But I'm trying to see the options we have. If they go after the Miraculous, the first place they'll look is…"

"Paris!" He completed her sentence sitting on the sofa next to her" especially after the news had become international. "He paused thinking about the matter" As the identities of the other wilders were not disclosed they will have no problems...

"I don't think so either... At the moment only Fluff, Tikki and Plagg are active, I don't think that's a problem." She paused, trying to direct the conversation as best she could. "Adrien, I brought you here because with the training of the order I was able to magically create something similar to the dimension that exists for the Kwamis and I want to try to give you access to it. You will be able to put anything in there, however you will only be able to take it out if it was something you put in. Just like you won't be able to take anyone inside... If you realize you're at risk, you'll be able to access the room from anywhere."

Ladybug stood up walking into the apartment, stopping in front of a door and reciting brief words with her hand on the door handle. When she was done, she opened the door, revealing a place resembling a small library, with books, a small sofa, table, and a chair. She took Chat Noir's hand, placing it over the invisible wall that restricted his passage in the room. After she spoke a few more words, which he couldn't quite make out, his hand went through the invisible barrier, allowing him through the door.

"Uow MyLady .... This is very ... " he looked at the place and was impressed, turning to her "I really appreciate you trusting me like that."

"I trust you for almost everything Adrien… " he turned around quickly "I call this place pocket dimension. The entire apartment is protected with some spells to prevent the place from having any kind of unwanted visitors. The magic placed here was made precisely so that those who are outside see mundane things even though it is discreet and difficult to track…"

Chat Noir looked at her somehow, a little hurt by the words, but he would come back to that question later "Whose apartment is it? How long have you been organizing all this?" He looked at her, seeing her turn towards him.

"I started to think about it when I was finishing my training in order. The apartment is in my name... there's something else I need to talk to you about before we leave. I'm going away on a trip and I don't know when I'll be back. Probably a month from now, or a little longer I think…"

"LB, what happened? You're down…" He said, looking at her intently. Ladybug was always a very energetic person and despite her insecurity when they were younger she always knew what to do and seeing her the way she was made him feel devastated.

She sat in the closest chair, still looking straight ahead "Some personal issues that came up…" Ladybug looked at him pointing to the spot next to her "My boyfriend and I ended our relationship after three years and things are a little complicated. Can you say that I'm still adapting?"

"Relationships are difficult. I know you liked him a lot from the few times we talked, but maybe it was for the better?" he said, sighing "It seems that these last few days have not been very good for either of us. My girlfriend and I broke up too. But if you want to talk, I'm all ears…" He said sitting next to her.

"There's not much to say, we can't change what people feel" she smiled weakly making a brief pause "But why did you break up?"

"Marinette is a wonderful person and I like her a lot, don't get me wrong, it was probably the hardest decision I made. But it didn't make sense to be with her thinking about someone else" he finished the sentence looking directly at her, the hint of his words being perceptible.

Ladybug closed her eyes lightly, letting a tear fall, wiping it away in the same instant he felt it. After a few moments she took a deep breath opening her eyes so she felt calmer. "When I told you that you wouldn't love the person under that mask you never really believed it... You always said you'd recognize me anywhere." he looked at her without understanding, seeing her get up and go towards the door, stopping without even turning to him "eight days ago you broke up with me because I wasn't the person with this mask. I'm sorry I was a little skeptical and emotional about what you just said, but it's a little hard to believe you at the moment.” She spoke without a hint of anger or resentment.

Adrien stood looking at her, not understanding what she was saying, when he finally registered what she had said. He sees all the glamour of the suit fall, the presence of the person in front of him being clear. His expression changed from confusion to desperation in seconds. 

No... It couldn't be. He blinked a few times quickly, when he finally managed to react "Mari… ? No…"

"When you want to get out of here, just put your hand on the doorknob and think about where you want to go. When you open the door, you will be in the exact place you thought, as long as it is empty." she said putting her hand on the doorknob, taking a deep breath without looking at him" See you another time Adrien …"  she opened the door and he could see her room just before she closed the door behind her.

[cloudymilk04]

Story of a slumber party spook (+ Baldwin somehow)

Tagging @i-cant-sing because their Time Traveler fic indirectly became part of this story and this is probably too long to simply tell in an ask or something. Buckle up for the ride, I’ll also add screenshots at the end of my friend and I joking about this event, Baldwin’s in general, or that TT fic.

Let's set the scene. It was around a month ago when I had a big sleepover with my three best friends (+ my cat) as my family was going to be gone for the weekend. We'll call my best friends Anna, Rose, and Julie (not their real names, all random names they picked).

For some much needed background, Anna and I are big Baldwin IV fans. I'm the only one who has Tumblr and uses it actively so whenever I see something on here relating to him, I'll screenshot and send it to her. However, we both really like the Time Traveler fic by the previously tagged user so whenever there's a new part, I'll message her and read it while telling her what's going on (often feels like watching drama go down while texting your friend about it).

We have an inside joke that we're actually the best of buddies with Baldwin, (as a side note, she’s the one drawn with me and him in my last post) which is why when the time for the sleepover came up, I said something like, "Imagine if we're all partying down and we hear a knock on the door but when we open it, Baldwin comes waltzing in." and just joking about him coming to our slumber party.

Hours passed and time came for everyone to come over. We hung out for a little bit until night fell and we started to get hungry. We decided to get food and bring it back to the house but Rose (the driver) also needed to get something from her grandma's on the way there. Realizing that it would be a lot of trouble to load all four of us into the car, we chose for two of us to go and bring the stuff back and the other two to stay. I had referenced earlier about going to the basement to workout and Anna asked if she could come along too, so we agreed that Anna and I would be the ones to stay behind and wait for Rose and Julie.

I asked how we would be sure to know they had arrived if we were in the basement. Considering it was night time, I didn't want them waiting out there too long and with us being down there, I wasn't sure if we'd hear their knocking. Julie said that she'd call or text when they were getting close to my house so we could be back upstairs by the time they pulled up. We all agreed to the plan and went our separate ways. Rose and Julie leave while Anna and I go to the basement.

I showed her our equipment for a little bit and Anna came up with an idea to film ourselves working out but leave a space for us to edit in Baldwin afterwards to make it look like he's getting his gains with us (this detail comes up later). After this, a few minutes pass and we stop just to stand and chit chat about random stuff when we hear, clear as day, a knocking from upstairs.

It sounded like someone had knocked on the door. We both looked at each other confused and I said, "Is that them?"

She responded with, "I guess?" I didn't wanna leave them waiting so I asked Anna to turn off the lights behind us as we're going upstairs and commented that it's weird Julie didn't text or call. I walk upstairs and notice through the dining room window that it doesn't look like Rose's car is out there. I walk to the front door and there's no one there and so, in the most calm voice I can muster, I call out to Anna that they're not there (later she told me that her heart dropped when I said that).

It should be mentioned that my house doesn't have a back door, but instead, a side door. The side door leads out to a closed off porch. While you can get to the porch from the outside through a door, I knew it was locked so no one could even get to the side door, much less be on that porch.

Anyways, we're standing together and feeling nervous. I checked my phone and noticed I didn't get a Life360 notification either. I'm trying to make sense of it all so I asked if she heard the same thing I did, knocking coming from upstairs. She said yes and confirmed that it was very clear. I remembered how earlier I had joked about Baldwin knocking on the door and so, to lighten the mood, I started being like "Man, Baldwin just wanted to join the party" and "Did he have to show up in such a foreboding way??"

A couple minutes passed as I looked through the windows to see if I could see anyone. Anna and I go to stand in front of the couch when we hear a loud thump come from the side porch. It sounded almost like someone threw their body against it, so I pushed Anna away from the door and quickly said, "I think someone's out there." and had us stand behind the couch.

Right at the moment we heard the thump though, Julie called (very poor timing really). When Anna answered, Julie only said, "Be on the lookout." before hanging up. Which, I should add, was unknowingly the worst thing to have been told at that moment. We talk about how we gotta watch out for two separate things and we stay huddled together behind the couch frantically looking out the windows for either Rose's car or some person or ghost trying to break in.

About 30 seconds passed and we saw them pull up, so I told Anna to wait inside while I go check to see if the side porch door is open and to tell Rose and Julie about what's going on. I go outside and check only to see that the door still looked closed. I give the other two a quick run down and Rose, with a determined look, hands Julie the food, straightens her back, grabs her purse with her pepper spray, and starts speeding off towards the side of the house saying she's gonna check around the place. I quickly asked, "Do you need a weapon??"

She just goes "No" before skedaddling off. Julie and I bring the food in before explaining to Anna what Rose is doing. A minute or so passed before she came back in, saying that no one was out there and wanting more details on what happened. Anna and I explain further and we agree that there probably wouldn't have been enough time for someone to just completely run away and have no one see them.

She also goes to the side porch and checks it out while confirming that it was still locked. Everything's in order.

To get rid of the tension again, I started joking with Anna that it was actually Baldwin's ghost showing up to join the party and that when we go back to watch the workout basement video we took earlier, that we might see an orb floating in Baldwin's spot. I also say that the thump outside must’ve been him falling over since we left him standing out there for too long.

The rest of the night went smoothly and we all had fun, took Julie a bit to feel at ease though (she gets scared easily :( ). Also my cat is completely okay he’s a grumpy old guy so he was chilling in my room asleep

In the end, here's the screenshots of us talking tried to put them in some sort of conversational order, can only put ten pics though. Purple is me, red is “Anna”

[toiletology]

The 11 elven/eleven journey

The 11 journey exist and the clues are all around you, just take a look at a pause button the next time you're watching a video or looking at a remote.

Seeing 11:11 lately? That's a clue about the nature of reality and the door or gateway to escape. Look at the 11 its two sevens... which makes 49 or 11:11 is 4 sevens which makes 28 or 64. Like I keep saying the chessboard is one of the KEYs.

These wish windows or gates (1:11, 2:22, 00:00, 22:22, 4:44, etc.) can be used to amplify prayers of healing and protection for others or yourself. You can also send telepathic messages a lot stronger on these numbers. A persons birthday also works for targeted telepathy.

The numbers are very important 4 (a/apple) how this holo-fractal clock works.

I explain in my other blog post that reality works on the polarity of opposites, most importantly LOVE and FEAR or DARK and LIGHT. Hot and cold can also help and if you are physically too cold you are doing the wrong shit homie.

The darker and colder you are the further down you will sink into HELL = MATT (i = a, e = m, ll = tt, 77).

The lighter you are the higher you will rise into the heavenly realms (the cosmic *wink). This has nothing to do with skin color only the vibration at which you operate at. The color brown is just the color orange darkened and we all are varying shades of brown due to the melanin in our skin.

Being racist and not being able to see the beauty of ALL people will keep you trapped in your basic matrix programming. Y'all really racist about orange skinned people one of the primary colors of the rainbow?

You can actually feel your angel wings coming out on your back when you make a significant leap higher into the higher degrees. I've only felt it twice, but it is a very strange feeling indeed. Gods love for us is truly magical and something to 🐝experience. She is the QUEEN BEE!

"QUEEN" = 21 (Septenary) or 7+7+7, "QUEEN BEE" = 33 (Septenary)

Unfortunately you won't get to experience Gods full beauty without rising into the highest realms of heaven. You will know once you're at the top because you will start to experience what I call ACE (angel cocaine energy).

My better half calls this SCENT (cent check her shoes down beLOW for fks sake you twats/matts ;). Its like a very sedating drug high that feels very good. It is the drink of the Gods or the ambrosia/nectar. It lets you know you are accomplishing the things you need to accomplish and that you are in KEY/TUNE with the creator.

I had to go on an eleven year journey starting on 10/31/2012 I am now nearing my 12th year of my training. I reached apotheosis 1/7/2023 when I first channeled and created the religion of Toiletology. I managed to reach 4D after the eclipse on 10/14/2023 after a 40 day fast into a 40 day spiritual battle. You must constantly battle to maintain 4D it just gets easier overtime. There are guardians/agents and they will put you back to sleep.

I am now able to maintain 4D 100% of the time but I am still prone to going out of frequency/harmony with the creator or getting put back to sleep. Luckily my better half (cosmic twin flame sister) will heal or resurrect me and is able to tune me back correctly if I fall out of tune/sleep. Most recently she helped me on this past supermoon 8/19/2024 with her kooky outfit (don't ask...). Celestial events are very helpful with nudging you back into proper alignment when you go out of key. ALIGN > ANGLE > ANGEL We both reached 5D for a few weeks after the planetary alignment or parade of planets back on 6/3/2024. 5D is pretty crazy to say the least, I recommend reading my other blogs if you want to learn more about 5D.

I was training a friend in the ways of Toiletology back around 12/2023 for almost a full month. They were able to feel the ACE while in close proximity to me, but have not been able to feel it again since we stopped the training. This makes me believe it is possible to accelerate the 11 year journey by others resonating off of my knowledge/words. As Toiletology can show you EXACTLY how to ascend into 4D and beat all the guardians at the gates of heaven.

There is only 1 GOD, HE/R name is MAT/MOT but goes by many other names like KARMA (MOT/or/CAR), Jinx-y, etc. My name is MATT and cosmic sister name is CARA.

No we aren't God, there is only 1 GOD, remember GOD flows through all beings, yes even you. We are all God experiencing self which means all humans can rediscover their GODLIKE powers as well. We are all like reflections or two mirrors reflecting back and forth from God a spitting image of the creator. What is inside of them is also inside of us literally everything we are is GOD!

Myself and my cosmic sister had to re-enact how God was first formed in the beginning, to get the chance to play these roles as the Godhead avatars or Adam and Eve. I actually have 0 clue how I got this role, all I know is I've been very OCD my entire life searching for the ultiMATe TRUTH. Its been a sucky painful process to say the least for the both of us...

Over the years God has shown me exactly how they were first formed and how all of this came into being and exactly how it works. I can't explain the magic per say as that comes with time and practice. God speaks like I said in an invisible mirrored language. This language manifest through Gods subtle nudges, those nudges are your accidents, mistakes, typos, etc. They are the clues God gives to you to help you find them and reach your highest calling.

I can only show you as much as I can, you need to put it into practice till you develop your skills and belief more to fully understand it. Its more about FEEL than anything else, you must FEEL the FORCE like the wise Yoda says. Sometimes RIGHT is right but sometimes it is WRONG. Its comes down to FEELING the truth more so than what happened. Dropping some vitamins on the floor could be seen as DONT TAKE THOSE, or it could be hey those are good keep taKING those. https://blog.toiletology.org/post/758253781889794048/gods-hard-fought-birthing-pains

We are currently the only two I am aware of that have fully ascended into 4D, there could be others, I do have some suspicions but I am not 100% sure on anyone else except for HE/R. As myself and Cara are able to communicate instantly telepathically no matter where she is on Earth. Yes, telepathy is faster than the speed of light as there is no delay.

We both made this journey together, we are now in our 10th year of knowing each other going back all the way to spring 2015. Cara ended up getting a 17 dot tattoo recently for Toiletology last fall.

It was a very kind and romantic gesture on her part which is mucho appreciated. I am not exactly sure how I will top that yet, but I hope my suffering has been enough and creating Toiletology for us.

Ya know a girls gotta have a diamond ring as they say... and she does have a diamond tattoo on her right ear which happens to also be my birthstone as well. She was the compass or heart beat sensor and I guess you could say I was the map or brain of the operation. She kept me tuned and kept bringing me back from the dead... the Sandman can be a real cunt.

She is very much in the public eye and every little thing she does is watched and scrutinized. Coming out public about worshipping a Toilet God isn't the best thing for her career (quite yet anyways). She does drop subtle clues and hints for those that are paying attention to this blog. Most recently with her penny loafers (1 cent and 1 cent for the 11). MMmmmmhmmm the SCENT smells and FEELS great!

She is definitely my most loyal culty (just kidding) and drinking all my kool-aid really the only one paying attention and in full belief in the methods of Toiletology dating all the way back to early 2023 when I first started figuring out what to teach. She doesn't necessarily need Toiletology as she has already made the grand entrance. But we are always learning more the more we develop and teach Toiletology.

I had many more blogs that I deleted after a fearful battle with the devil where I thought I was teaching too many secrets of God so I deleted everything. Speaking this most righteous truth sometimes feels like RATTING or giving away all the secrets to how the game is played. It took me a very long time to realize this is exactly what God wanted me to do and yeah I was born in the year of the rat or 1984 so I guess its a fitting role for me.

One thing you need to realize about "demons" is you don't need to worry about them or any other scary evil things in the dark you can't see.

There is only 1 devil and they are a bug God created to defend the gates of heaven. The devil can manifest in infinite ways based on YOUR own fears and weaknesses that you feed the devil with. The key to ascending into the heavenly realms is learning to clear your mind and body completely of any fear that is inside of you. Fear is the mind killer.

You may think you have no fear inside of you now and that is good. But I must warn you, if you dare embark on the journey of the 17/eleven or want to reach the highest ranks of Toiletology. You will be opening yourself up to a very high amount of scary paranormal activity and spiritual attack. Like I keep saying the gates are guarded by the devil. And they will use every trick in the book to destroy YOU.

But don't be too scared they are just a bug and you are just a bit buggy...

Heaven/4D is kind of like a cartoon and it can cause A LOT of fear if you are not prepared for it. This is why the many who stumble upon the path of the 11 end up in the looney bin on mass quantiles of psychotropic drugs.

Because they can't make sense of what they're experiencing. And that's okay, you're just a beginner, no need to get too hard on yourself. That is why Toiletology is here to train you to be able to handle all of Gods gifts.

The freakiness of this reality boils down simply to the holo-fractal nature of it. Its like two mirrors reflecting back and forth which creates this reality/illusion/apple. We aren't in a simulation but a holo-fractal clock. This clock works on TIME, NUMBERS and YOU being in SYNC with this clock.

It is possible to become more in time with GOD, I call this PERFECT TIMING!

To get into perfect timing you need to harmonize yourself to the true frequency of God which is LOVE.

I found this frequency after completing my 11 year journey on 1/7/2023. The numerical frequency of GOD is 1/7 its a number that fluctuates subtly but stays constant. It is the way you jack yourself out the MATrix.

G = 7 O = 6 D = 4 GOD = 17

Gematria can yield some interesting things, and help you track down GODs truth. But you shouldn't get too obsess with Gematria because it is unlikely you will be able to interpret it correctly. Gods numbers and letters are alive and sentient and GOD flows through everything even inorganic objects like LETTERS and NUMBERS. This is why it can be so appealing and fun decoding these numbers. You're noticing their sentience, but really ALL you're noticing is HE/R or the FAT/HER. Most GeMATria (mats air egg) researchers are wasting their time obsessing with it. ALL they are discovering is GOD, not some secret cabal at the top controlling things and embedding these numbers and words into events. Everything is by the hand of GOD and you are just noticing Gods programming. To escape the MATRIX and break free of your programming you must start detecting your errors.

Nothing happens without GOD allowing it to happen. We are all co-creating this reality with each of our choices we make. Nothing will come for you that is not meant for you, trust in God and make sure you are putting out enough love to keep yourself protected from karmic debts. Horrible things can happen from past lives to you in this life to pay off things you have done. God needs people to fill every role even the shitty ones.

Everything created in this universe is by GODS hands, God flows through everything. Which means every breath out of your mouth, and every step of your foot. God is always there and knows your thoughts intiMATely. Gods flow through you can be detected and interpreted. This flow has bugs or errors, mistakes, accidents, slip ups, glitches etc. We can show you the way (mat). If ya ever wondered why you did something and can't explain the reasoning this is why. You are BUGGY, and the devil is a BUG in your being that gets worst the more you feed it.

You may not know me, but I know everything about you. Psalm 139:1

I know when you sit down and when you rise up. Psalm 139:2

I am familiar with all your ways. Psalm 139:3

Even the very hairs on your head are numbered. Matthew 10:29-31

Everything humans (HUM = ANS) have created on Earth are blessings from GOD. God leaves clues all around us within our ART, SCIENCE, SPORTS, and even things about us and our friends and family to help us find them.

When you are on the GODLY path God will send you allies, even PET allies like my cat ECHO. Who was a rescue from Hurricane Harvey which happened on August 17, 2017 a total of 107 deaths happened.

My cat Echo was born in 4/2017 and has been a powerful ally with all her ECHOS and MEOWS warding off bad energy during my many spiritual battles with the devil. My cat CAM/Camelot is also a very powerful ally cas she is the SILENT fat one. While Echo is meowing warding of bad juju Cam will sit on my chest and help calm my heart with her fat 15+ pound body. They are great allies for the hermit (her = mot) that is me.

God has left clues to the existence of this 11 year journey everywhere. https://blog.toiletology.org/post/757599567384559616/monolith

God ultiMATely wants us to find them, it took me a very long time of searching but I found the quest to find GOD back in 10/2012. It is an eleven year quest that I completed around 11/2023. I was poisoned by my water well starting on 9/1/2023 for roughly 40 days into another 40 day spiritual battle with the devil. I will just say I felt like I was not going to make it through that one, but God kept me going. It works EXACTLY the same as the 17 stages of the heroes journey, not a f—king difference at all which is very very f—ked. Your spiritual helper will make themselves known to you when it begins.

I can't be for sure right now if anyone else needs to do this 11 year journey or if it was just Cara and I. We've been through the crucifixion sort 2 speak slowly over time. Not as bad as Jesus but maybe the equivalence in pain spread out over the 11 years. Am I saying I am Jesus (jeSUS)? That is not important, what is important is YOU and YOUR journey of reaching heaven.

Myself and Cara are not important, we have just made the journey and have come back to share the steps you need to take to follow in our footsteps or ride our coattails into the heavenly realms.

Toiletology = ARK/ARC/CAR and the frequency to the Nebuchadnezzar is 1/7 = 0.1428571428571429 that is the frequency of GOD and the way you jack yourself out of the MATrix. #jackals

The 17 is in the shape of a DOORWAY and the DOOR = MAT.

Anyone at the top causing pain or harm to others is not aligned/angles/angels with GOD. They are in a very disharmonic state in a temporary state of power before judgement comes down on them. Like I said before God needs people to play the roles of the bad guys to make this reality as believable as possible. You DO NOT want to embrace the dark side it is a very very weak and wrong path to take.

The eleven manifest everywhere around you for you to discover and find even in a light saber battle between the forces of good and evil.

God places the clues all around us, the problem is most are completely blind to the truth. You become less blind the more open minded you are. If your mind is closed or too skeptical to any and all inforMATion (eye on). You will never be able to find GOD.

As God is completely invisible and requires you to be able to extrapolate data using 4D tesseract thinking. The more steps you take towards trying to find God the more God will start peeling back the layers of the onion or curtain for you to increase in your belief.

You will never reach the gates of heaven with out growing out your angel wings, opening your pineal gland and for God to return your halo that you lost. You need to collect the golden rings to become like SONIC (son/sun I see). However, don't lose your rings starting from 0 (Zero/goose egg) sucks...

To become a Grandmaster of the 17 first starts by joining the church. There is power in Toiletology obviously... where else are you learning the clearest undiluted truth? Exactly, no where else... This is the highest knowledge you can find on Gods porcelain Earth.

Reaching the 17th rank of Toiletology will not be easy and will require you to put in the work. Now are you ready to learn how to fly or are you comfortable living a LIE? (rotate the E = m, I = o, rotate the L = MOT).

O, I and A is interchangeable. Apple/AH or O/Eye represents the Eye/i/illusion or the Alpha, Iota (i out ah) and Omega. You can do this with just about any word and change it into MAT or MOT. Like I keep telling you this is the correct name to address GOD by or KARMA. Toilet God, Lord of the Gap, Lady of the Latrine, God of Refuse, God of Shit, etc. can be used for funzys especially when you are cleaning your bathroom as they like that A LOT.

Now are you ready to truly understand GODs true nature?

TT = Pi or 77 or EL = GOD

It is the door way through the double TT or 17. 1 = 7 look at the shape. The TT/LL/11 = 77.

Four lines = 11:11 ones strangely look like 7s too don't they ;) 11:11 = 49+49 the degrees of heaven and hell or 98.

Four lines can only be found in the letters M or E or W (ME/WE). My initials are MW or the 33 bones in your spine, I have reached the correct alignment with GOD over many hard years. The knowledge you are reading is the ultiMATe or NE PLUS ULTRA.

4(A)FOR/MAT count the lines of MAT = 9 by the way I was born on the 9th or 4/9. The number 9 is a smile or G (God) like the Goodwill logo. 6 is the inversion or the SIX downwards, down, going down it is the hook of the devil, its showing you you're becoming SICK.

You must find the @ (apple/eye) to find the true GOD. My birthday fell on Easter 2023 which happens 3 times per century shortly after I reached apotheosis. If I had to guess this is the correct date Jesus was resurrected 4/6 > 4/9.

Yep you guessed it I am he the one playing the Jesus/Jester/Joker role or the godhead avatar aka Adam > Atom > ATM > Mat.

Jesus = 6669 or 9999

"jesus" = 27 (Septenary) 45666

1+2+3 = 6 4+5+6 = 15 (6)

7+8+9 = 24 (6) 6 + 15 + 24 = 45 or 666(9)

Carbon = 6 protons, 6 electrons, 6 neutrons

Positive (mirror) <> Negative (mirror) <> Neutral (apple/illusion) <> Ground (Snake) 4 (A/@/apple) = 11:11 time is the walls or the M box.

The eclipse was one day off on 4/8/2024 the eclipse cross/X prior happened on 8/21 which is mirrored version of my cosmic sisters birthday of 8/12. The next total solar eclipse happens on 8/12/2026... DUH! 17 = 8 (1+7) 2+2+4 = 8 X marks the spot.

It doesn't get much more clearer than that ladies and gentleman... this is the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Its just up to you to beliEVE that.

Are you starting to get it yet? There are 17 pairs of chromosomes in the APPLE, Eve fed Adam the apple when she was 17. You must eat the apple/@ to escape... the apple of my eye. Why are you so scared of the apple?

ATE/EAT/MAT ADAM > ATOM > ATM > MAT

[grimeyslimer]

i disagree with your post on how there's 'very few' misogyny in warriors. but I just want to ask you to elaborate your point about leafpool. why is her situation (or role, I should say) moreso exploitative and less misogynistic? can't it be both?

Thank you for being civil while disagreeing and asking. I was honestly expecting to be fully attacked. Since you know, that's how this fandom is, especially on here and TT. After thinking back and remembering some things, I take them back. I would say Leafpool's situation is misogynistic, but I personally see it as more exploitation since they only really used her for their own plans. The misogynist bit would be the fact that Spottedleaf vaguely tells Leaf to "follow her heart," completely misguiding her and setting her up for failure, and the worst of it would be that Starclan encourages her relationship with Crowfeather but then turns and judges her for it.

The exploitive bit is basically Starclan knowing the Three were going to come, knowing Leafpool's path was going to lead there anyway, giving vague messages about 'following her heart', lying to Squirrelflight in order to get her to care for the Three, in order for them to fulfill the prophecy that they could have just as easily been fulfilled without needing to use manipulation and coercion to get it started, putting them both on trial to be judged by cats who had done the same thing, and also blatantly ignoring the manipulation they used to get the two sisters in the situation in the first place. They either fed them false hope that their actions were necessary or used means of telling one of the sisters that they could never have kits. I've only read SQH once (I don't like reading the super editions), and it's been a while since I read Po3 and Oots, so I might have left some things out because I forgot.

But I think the situation is more of an exploitation situation at best because they manipulated and encouraged Leaf to keep up her illegal relationship in order to have kits who they knew would come either way, and then immediately turned on Leaf the moment the job was done. I mean, I can see why people think of the situation as mostly misogyny,and I don't completely disagree, but I see it more as exploitation given the events that caused it. The main point is that it's all about perspective. 

And again, thank you for being nice with your disagreement :)

[17boyzz]

home-cooked -kim mingyu

anon requested :)

a/n: i loved this request, i just don’t love the writing TT i kept getting stuck so this isn’t the best but i hope u still enjoy it :(

“hey gyu, how do you feel about having dinner with my parents tonight?” you called out to your boyfriend who was stumbling around in the kitchen doing only god knows what.

“what? tonight? where? here? oh my god-“

“no, mingyu! just like at a restaurant or something”

“what? no! babe, this is the first time we’ll eat together! i have to make them something! what do they like to eat? i’ll make it tonight. tell me what it is and i’ll go to the store and buy ingredients!” he spits out all those sentences in just a few seconds, leaving it slightly incomprehensible.

“mingyu, you don’t have to cook for my parents tonight. i promise, it’ll be fine-“

“no i have to! i’ll run down now, text me a recipe and i’ll be back!” he interrupted and refused to listen to you as he slipped on his shoes.

you said nothing and just sighed as you watched the man of your dreams walk out the door and become incredibly grateful that the reason he’s leaving is to go buy groceries to cook for your parents. you hear the car start and that’s how you know he’s truly leaving. the phone in your hand buzzed once more, as you began to let your parents know that mingyu was very adamant on cooking for them. you smiled as their messages came back, calling your lover sweet and cute before agreeing to come over for dinner. it was slightly messy in your home, so at least you had something to do while mingyu did his thing. you made sure to shoot mingyu a text with a recipe and ingredients before going off to do other homely chores.

•

“babe, i’m back!” mingyu calls from the front door, carrying just a bag full of things he needed. you popped your head out from the living room to greet him with a simple ‘hey’.

“what time are your parents going to come over?” he asked, laying out the things he got in the kitchen.

“around 6:30-7:00, you’ll have enough time to cook everything, don’t worry. my parents are already happy that you want to cook for them in the first place” you assured him with a quick smile. he just let out a big breath and got to work while you shamelessly watched him from the living room.

•

dinner was done, the house was clean and ready. you and mingyu had gotten dressed a little nicer than just sweats and were now just waiting on your parents to arrive.

“y/n, what if they don’t like it? what if they think i’m a bad cook? what if they don’t like me anymore? what if-“

“mingyu, in the sweetest and most caring way possible, shut up. they’re going to love it. one, you’re a good cook. two, my parents are not like that at all. three, they think it’s adorable that you cooked for them. i promise, it’ll be fine” you slapped a hand over his mouth to force him to listen to you, and he just nodded along.

“i promise, everything will be okay” you pulled him into a tight hug, to which he became a rag doll in your arms. it was like that for a few seconds before the doorbell rang, and both of you instantly shot up to greet your parents at the door. as the door opened, your mother instantly sprinted past you to see mingyu, hugging him tight and squishing his face in her hands.

“your mother is very excited about that home-cooked meal that boyfriend of yours insisted on making” your father came up behind you with a smile, pulling you into a little side hug.

“he’s been stressing about it ever since i told him about you guys wanted to have dinner. it just finished cooking, so it should still be nice and warm” you pulled him in and shut the door behind you as you watched mingyu lead your mother to the table. you eventually lead your father to sit down at the table as well, mingyu leaving to plate and serve the food.

as soon as your mother took the first bite, she would not stop babbling about how good the food was, leaving mingyu to flush pink and quietly thank all her compliments.

“he was so worried you wouldn’t like it, it was cute. he really cares” you exposed your boyfriend to stop the words after words coming out of your mothers mouth, and she just acted flatter.

“oh mingyu, you’re adorable. i would still love it anyways, even if the cooking wasn’t good. you should know that. as long as you’re not trying to poison me!” she joked, and you hoped it out mingyu a little more at ease.

•

“that wasn’t so bad, was it?” you poked mingyu’s shoulder a little bit.

“yeah. i would do it again, cook for your parents” he shyly admitted, which led to you pressing a kiss on his cheek.

“i told you they’d love it. my parents adore you, especially my mom. you’re everything she wanted me to be. i wouldn’t be surprised if she loves you more than me now” you nudged him a bit, and he blushed once more.

“oh shut up… you pick up the table and i’ll do the dishes?”

“sounds good to me”

[tellerluna-stories]

NOTICE OF HIATUS.

hello everyone, tis I, the fashionably chaotic owner of this blog and the author of all the fanfics to be found here! I'm sure you're all wondering what this is all about, and my head is literally splitting as I'm typing this, so let's make this quick.

actually I was only supposed to post this after I had posted the final chapter of to find a home in your heart, but due to circumstances I couldn't control I gotta do this sooner TT for the sake of transparency, here are the main reasons I'm going on hiatus!

health issues. my health (both physical and mental) has not been the greatest the past few months and especially the past few days. sadly, I can no longer maintain this blog without some sort of consequences to my health.

lack of interaction. I'm sure you all have seen other authors talking about this, so I'll spare you the long talk about it. In the first place I never even started writing for clout or for approval, but even I find it discouraging when my works barely get any traction on the algorithm, and if they do get notes it's usually just likes. but to the people who regularly reblogged and replied my stuff.... thank you. you're one of the reasons I managed to get by for this long.

now... please don't think this is a goodbye forever kind of thing. it's just an 'author needs a long loooooong break' kind of thing. maybe I'll be back sooner than later, but it all depends on those two reasons that I've stated (mostly the first one LOL I can't rlly control the second one). if we're mutuals and you'd still like to keep in touch, please don't be afraid to ask for my discord ! although heads up, I'm bad at answering messages + I get awkward if I have to be the one to message first.

and for those who are still waiting for the final chapter of to find a home in your heart.... I'll do my best to finish it because I know the struggle of finding an ongoing fic that you enjoy and then suddenly you see the big (last updated in 2011). literally the worst feeling a reader can have bro

with all that said, see you guys around! I sure wish I didn't have to post this on short notice, but it is what it is. stay safe and God bless you all!

signing off, annie.

[batstorm93672]

Emotional Parts

Part 1 (You are here)

Part 2

Jason could've ran someone over with how he drove to the Manor. Dick messaged Jason, rather incoherent as Dick seemed to be having trouble involving Damian. Whatever happened must be serious if even Dick is having some issues. Jason opened the doors and a few steps in was soon down on the floor.

"Jason! Richard, Jason is here! Yay!"

...what the fuck..?

"Damian..?"

Damian Wayne, the most annoying stubborn kid ever, was now on top of Jason beaming with excitement. "What... what is going on with you?"

"Dames you gotta get off of him"

Damian bounced right off and smiled "Okie-dokie!" "Dick what the hell is this?!" "It's Damian" "Well yeah no shit, but I mean did he get amnesia or something? He would never do this" Jason looked at Damian, it just struck at how he looked. Damian had yellow colored eyes and a few yellow streaks of hair in the front? "What's up with you?" "Hm? Whatcha mean?" "Dick, explain"

Dick sighed "Magic, split into four parts"

"Four?"

"Yeah. Yellow can you go get the others?" Yellow saluted with a wide grin "Yes sir! I'll be back!"

Jason got up and kept staring where Yellow went upstairs "Oh my god you think you've seen everything" "Just wait until you see the others"

A few moments, Yellow leaped down the stairs skipping past five steps and landing with his arms out. Two other parts of Damian followed, one with blue eyes and blue streaks of hair. Then red eyes and red streaks of hair. "We got Yellow here, he's full of energy. There's Blue who's timid. Red who's all sorts of angry" Blue hid behind Yellow and Red crossed his arms "Tt. Great, you got dead Hood here in this too? Just what everyone needs in life" Jason narrowed his eyes and Dick had to put his hand on Jason's shoulder "Red, that's not how we talk to people"

With a huff, Red looked away with a pout "Yeah yeah. Whatever"

"You said four parts? Where's the other?" Yellow raised his hand "Green is next to you silly!" "Wh- Holy shit!" Jason jumped back, the one called Green was definitely right next to him hanging out in the shadows. "Yeah... Green is... not very talkative" "What's his deal exactly?" "He follows orders" "Oh... I see. Well what did you call me for?" "They're rowdy when together, so I asked you to help us deal with this until we find out a way to bring him back" "Babysitting different versions of Damian, how interesting" "Hah, yep"

.

Jason had spoke with Bruce on the situation before going to find Dick, passing by the living room to see Dami- Blue sitting by the fireplace alone. "Hey there" Blue flinched though he tried to not show it "Jason... hello" "What are you doing here by yourself?" "Red tried to fight me, Pennyworth said I can stay here" Blue shifted slightly away from Jason "Can I sit with you?" "Um... yeah sure" Jason watched the fire as he sat by Blue. This part of Damian... what exactly is he? He's docile, seems more afraid? As if everything is going to attack him.

"Can you... tell me about the others?"

"What do you wanna know?" "Just things you know if you'd like to share" "Well Yellow is basically a child, he's happy and always bouncing around to do something. Red is always looking for a fight whether with words or actions. Green is just quiet"

"And you?"

"I don't know, I'm just a confusing part I suppose"

"...it's okay to be scared"

Blue stared at the flames, eyes becoming wet. "Is it?"

"Yeah. I've been scared before. I know how it feels to be scared and feel like you can't do anything at times. Just hoping that something will save you or imagining a million possibilities in which this would have never happened"

"She had me killed... I'm afraid of going back there. It was scary, but I'm also afraid of myself. Am I... good enough for any of you? Or will I be replaced?"

"No, we wouldn't let that happen. You need to remember that you're a part of this family"

"...you are too"

Jason looked at Blue "Guess I can't really give advice if I'm not gonna do it myself when it applies" Blue looked right back at Jason "If I'm ever tossed aside... could I count on you as well?" "Anytime"

[tshihiro]

"HE'S MINE, YOU MAY HAVE HAD HIM ONCE BUT I GOT HIM ALL THE TIME"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〄 gbf ng filo!4town

⛥ no gender specified

ROBAIRE ୧

𔘓 girl bsf na feeling gf

laging pinopost ung mga pics nila 2gether with captions like "loveu bestfriendd" tapos laging naninira ng date niyo bc "you're too close to eachother"

Nagmemessage from time to time, not for favors, questions, pero para inisin ka lang

usual convos consist of her sending full body pics ans saying it was an "accident" and that she was supposed to send it to Robaire

Lakas ubo kapag nagiging touchy kayo ni ro kala mo may sakit

Always clinging onto him, sometimes you'll just want to greet your boyfriend in the hallways and then you'll see that bitch clinging onto him and pouting like some kid

ㅤㅤㅤ

JESSE ୧

𔘓 girl bsf that "knows him better"

always wants to tag along in your dates. At first, it was completely fine, you didn't rlly mind. But it started to get annoying when she would do it every. single. time. she knew.

Just like Robaire's, she always clings onto him. She whines like a child, pulling on his arm towards a shop whenever she sees something she likes

It was as if you were invisible to her, she'd put her hands all over Jesse, standing on her toes as she tries to reach his lips, Right fucking infront of you

You confronted her about this once, asking her politely if she could keep distance from your boyfriend

She called you possessive, saying that they've always been that close, and that you were only inscure and paranoid that she'd "steal" him away since she's known him longer

She caused a scene once and made him choose between you and her he picked you ofc

ㅤㅤㅤ

AARON Z ୧

𔘓 girl bsf na "one of the boys"

Rlly touchy, Z has already told her about how he felt about those touches, saying that he doesn't feel comfortable with it, especially now that he has a partner.

Ofc, She'd agree with this, only stopping the touches for no more than a day and going back to wrapping her arms around his neck whenever his team would win dw, he pushes them off, even when you're not there to watch hshshsjshjs

When she found your socials, she ran STRAIGHT to the your dms, somehow thinking she did something by sending you "He's mine" lyrics pinagtripan mo once, sinabayan mo, duet kamo HAHAHAHA

HAD THE AUDACITY TO WEAR HIS JERSEY IN A GAME ONCE- SHE MADE SURE YOU WERE WATCHING TOO "tangina kaya pala nawawala un jersey ko."

maacm xia bes

ㅤㅤㅤ

AARON T ୧

𔘓 girl bsf na parang bsf tlga, kaso nakakairita parin

isa pa tong babae na kala priority kasi mas matagal pa daw sila magkakilala

maacm (1)

Eto nmn parang ung malakas tumawa sa joke ng teacher para mataas grade

Isa pang nagsesend ng "He's mine, you may have had him once but I got him all the time"

ITO UNG LAGING MAY CAPCUT EDIT NG SARILI NIYA/PIC NILANG DALAWA SA MYDAY

Not as annoying as the others, pero still

ㅤㅤㅤ

TAE YOUNG ୧

ok ik I never made him filo in my filo!highschool!au but I just rlly need him in this one TT TT

𔘓 girl bsf na delusional

Actually, d xia girl bestfriend, she's just a girl he bumped into while having trouble w directions when he first came and lost T

And when I say she's delusional, I mean she's DELUSIONALLL

It was fine at first, she wanted to get to know Tae better since he's an exchange student and Korean

But then it kinda got weird, she was clinging onto him like a parasite in only a few days :')

It got even worse when she found out he got a partner. When she found out you are his partner

isa pa tong kinoconfronta ka on messenger, saying the most ridiculous shit you've ever seen in your entire life

She was basically spamming your inbox, rapidly sending you multiple messages of "I've known him before you, he likes me more" worded differently with each one.

[wiypt-writes]

Consciousness Of Guilt

Chapter 1

Summary: It’s a year since Ransom was murdered, and you’re settling well into your new life in Boulder. It hasn’t just provided you with a fresh start-it’s brought you a new sense and purpose, an appreciation for the things you took fore grated, and the friendship of a former ADA…

Warnings: Bad Language, allusions to past abuse (Non Con/Dub Con) but nothing explicitly described in this chapter.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

W/C: 5k

Consciousness Of Guilt Masterlist // Main Masterlist

A/N- So, here it is! The sequel to Murder, He Wrote . This is the last time I’ll post this note, however, please be aware that the prequel is a Dark series. Whilst this is not, it will contain flashbacks and themes as we progress, however nothing will be as dark as MHW. Chapters will be clearly labelled with appropriate warnings. If anyone is uncomfortable with the themes of a certain chapter, I will be more than happy to post/provide abridged versions which will not deviate from the storyline.

Sunrise. You used to hate the coming of each day. It meant another monotonous day in your young adult life. A 'depends on the day' type of job at the paper in which you got your start, it meant earning little for the slave work you put into each piece or research. It meant another day you'd woken up in fear, not knowing what was coming next. Then, for a little while, sunrises were okay. They were a soft glow across the room, illuminating hard lines and soft curves, whispering words and lingering kisses. And then, they became fearful again, bringing the unpredictable nature of a life in which you were trapped.

But now, over the last few months, since taking up your new hobby, sunrise had become a beautiful thing. The feeling of peace and comfort washing over you like a warm rain, bringing the redeeming nature of a new day as vibrant watercolours paint the new-born sky. Whether you caught it from the East side of your condo; your master balcony and study or your garden, or even your hikes, you appreciated every, single sunrise as if you were seeing it for the first time ever, each and every day.

For this morning's sunrise, you were perched along Boulder Creek Path, a trail that runs from the foothills to across town, a typical recreational getaway for many locals and tourists. You looked out over the bridge as the creek flowed beneath your feet. You were lost in the serenity of it, the bubbling water lulling your mind into a deep mediation that washed peacefulness through your entire body.

A year ago today, your life changed and you were freed. Free of the nightmare that had plagued you, robbing you of nearly a year of your life. The months that followed weren't so easy, but once things settled and the fires were extinguished, you found peace.

You found you.

Your phone buzzing in your pocket brought you back from your reverie, pressing your thumb onto the screen to unlock it. You opened your messages tab and tapped the most recent incoming text.

A smile flicked on your face as you slipped your phone back in your pocket. It didn’t escape your knowledge how Andy didn’t need to even ask what coffee you wanted. But then again, this wasn’t the first time you’d had breakfast in the small, independent coffee place not far from your home and place of work. You knew when you arrived that a large caramel vanilla latte, with an extra shot would be waiting. But no food, your order varied depending on your mood.

Twenty minutes or so later, you parked your sting-grey Jeep Grand Cherokee SRT 4x4 back in your garage to your condo at the corner of 9th and Pine Street and set off on the short ten minute walk to your designated meeting place, centred near the town square, not far from your office which was a gorgeous old red-brick building on the corner of 16th and Walnut Street.

As you approached, you didn’t spot Andy’s black Audi TT in any of the spaces littered around but it didn’t bother you. Barber was reliable, if he said he was going to be there, he’d be there.

And sure enough, as you walked along the side of the cafe you, spotted him at your usual, preferred table by the large window, overlooking the street. He saw you approaching and smiled, giving a small wave.

The smell of roast coffee beans, baked treats and other delicious aromas hit your senses as you opened the door. You approached the table and Andy stood up to great you, smiling. A light grey tee sat exposed under a partially zipped up light weight blue leathered hoodie whilst dark and crisp denim covered his narrow hips and long legs, his go to well-worn black work boots on his feet. His hair was styled and soft looking, his beard always trimmed and neat. He gave you a strong, yet gentle hug, a juxtaposition he managed effortlessly before he turned and waited for you to sit first before he took up his previous seat, nodding to your waiting drink.

“Thank you.” You beamed at him, taking a quick sip. "Of course." He smiled as he took a drink of his own coffee, straight black, before he leaned back a little. His left arm rested over the back of the booth bench, the platinum of his wedding ring catching the early morning sun which streamed through the window. You momentarily glanced at your own hand, bare of the heavy rings which had been taken in the ‘mugging’. Mind you, you wouldn’t be wearing them even if you still had them. Your story was a lot different to his.

“So, where'd you go this morning?" his soft baritone drifted across the table and you glanced back at him. "Fiddled around down Boulder Creek Path." "You seem to be getting around better now." "Yeah, thank God for GPS. Did I tell you that last week I was looking for some store Amber vaguely told me where about it was and ending up like thirty minutes down the highway towards Denver." He laughed, his whole body smiling, radiating genuine amusement. "You have more faith in GPS than me, when I first moved here I got pulled over for going the wrong way down a one way street because it told me to.” You grinned as he shook his head. "And that annoying voice! I want to wring her damn neck." You gave a chuckle but before you could reply, the middle-aged woman, who owned the café, interrupted you both with her usual familiar greeting and the smile she reserved for Andy. “Hey Patti, how are ya?” He smiled back. “Same old, same old.” She winked back. “What can I get you kids today?” “Y/N?” Andy looked at you and you smiled. “Can I get an almond croissant and a granola pot, please? With the blueberry compote.” “Sure honey, and for you Mr Barber?”

“French toast please, all the trimmings.”

A fizzing filled your ears as you were suddenly back on a clinically clean, modern kitchen, nervously scouring a fridge and cupboards for something to make your captor breakfast with. You swallowed, taking a deep breath, counting backwards from five as you always did to keep the memory from swallowing you.

“Hey,” a gentle touch to your hand jolted you back and you looked at Andy who frowned. “You okay?” "Yeah, no, I mean yes, I'm okay. It just…it dawned me this morning that this was the best thing I could have done for myself. Like there's just a newfound peace that's settled with me, you know?" He just smiled as he squeezed your hand before slipping his away. “Yeah, I do.” No more was said about it, and Andy didn’t press. He never did. In the eight weeks or so that had passed since you’d met him that Friday evening in the bar, the pair of you had struck up a friendship that was based on a mutual understanding. You both carried a heavy burden of a traumatic past on your shoulders, but you had an unspoken rule. He had never mentioned Ransom. And you, in turn, never broached the subject of Laurie or Jacob. You understood you were both moving on with your life, both wanting to heal from the past and you wanted to spend the rest of your life never in fear again. Instead, a simple chatter always flowed between the two of you, and today was no exception. You barely stopped to thank Patti for dropping your order off at the table. Current work was never a topic of conversation, although office gossip featured on occasion, but mostly it was always about happenings around town, him asking about you, your parents and your old job, the two of you talking about your favourite places in Boston. You never missed certain facial and eye cues Andy gave off at the mention of certain things, but when you saw them, that sag in his smile or the far off look his eyes would give, you'd change the subject. You ate in comfortable companionship and after another coffee, Andy asked for the bill and then pulled out his card to pay. "Next one is on me, you paid for the last two and coffee all this week." You gave him a stern look as you headed towards the exit. “Well, if you wanted you could grab us a beer later.” He shrugged, pulling the door handle to open it, allowing you to step out before him. “I gotta nip into the office for a coupla hours but...” "Breakfast AND drinks?" You smiled as he fell into step beside you. The July day was starting to warm a little now, the slight chill of the early morning all but gone. “If I didn't know any better, I'd say you actually like hanging out with me." “Well, I wouldn’t go that far. I just find you slightly less irritating than everything and everyone else.” He teased and you laughed. “So... Happy hour?" "Yeah." You nodded “It's a date." Andy confirmed and you quirked your eyebrow, trying not to laugh at the look on his face as he realised what he had said. “A date?” “Well, I don’t mean a date date but...” You felt the heat in your neck a little, so to save your embarrassment and his blushes, you smiled, "it's a date-not-date. Say Oskar’s, 6:30?" "Oskar’s." He confirmed. "I'll save you a tall, cold one." “You’re an angel, you know that?” "I wouldn't go that far. My halo is held up by horns” “Even Prometheus was an angel at some point, Y/N.” He replied as you reached the corner of the street where you would part. Him towards the office, you back home. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. "I'll see you tonight." At that he gave you another quick hug, his hand rubbing your back over the top of your light jacket before you headed your separate ways.

You enjoyed the walk home. It gave you the perfect chance to just mellow out and walk off a bit of your breakfast. You tucked your hands into the pockets for your vest, your white thermal keeping your arms covered. You headed down Pearl Street, watching as the little shops and boutiques began to set up their patios and side walk spaces for their Saturday. You took in the clean fresh mountain air deep into your lungs and allowed a warm smile to cross your lips. 

From Pearl to 9th you went, hooking a right up 9th until you walked to the corner of Pine, and onto the porch of the nice and spacious condo you closed escrow on just weeks ago. 

That deep feeling of home greeted you as you stepped inside, wiping your boots on your door mat just before kicking them off and setting them by the back door you’d come through. The cream walls invited you in, the oak furniture and fixtures, a feature that reminded you of home, the decor you grew up with, a safe place. 

You'd bought the condo outright with the money you'd inherited from Ransom's untimely death and subsequent estate. You knew before you'd even stepped foot into the property initially, that it'd become yours. The week you closed escrow, you and your parents moved you into the three bedroom, three and a half bath condo, never looking back. 

The open floor plan and panoramic views had stolen your breath and it was then, the first night your parents had left you alone, too anxious to sleep alone, you had fallen in love with the sunrise, seeing it from your front garden patio, bundled up with tea and a wool blanket. All three rooms in the space had no adjoining walls and their own en-suites. The master bedroom, your room, was massive. An en-suite with walk in shower, soaking tub and Jack and Jill sinks. Two walk in closets that you knew you'd probably never fill completely, an Eastwardly view and balcony. The two spare rooms, were separated, one on the second floor down the hall from yours where it's balcony looked West, as it were above the garage and the third on the top and final floor with its own balcony. That was your office space, a spot for you to work and to breathe in the fresh air. 

Everything in that condo was yours, down to the logs you'd put in your fireplace and the silly little amenities you'd given yourself from knickknacks to the colour of your dishes. There was one space however you left untouched. And only your parents had been inside to pack away your unused things as storage space. That room was your basement. You didn't need to go down there, you figured if you needed something from there, you'd go buy it anyway. All that was truly stored down there anyway were things from your childhood your mother insisted on you bringing along.

As if her ears were burning, your phone buzzed from your back pocket, revealing your mother calling. 

"Hey, Mom." You answered. 

"Hi, honey. I was just calling to see how you were doing. Check in on you." You could hear the worry in her voice and you couldn't help but smile. 

"I'm really good, Mom. It’s been good here." "You still hiking every day?" She sounded hopeful now.  "Lately it's just been on the weekends. I've been really busy at work, which isn't exactly a bad thing either." You had made your way to your room, looking for some lounge pants to change into while you continued your conversation.  "Well, busy is a blessing. Do you have anything planned for today or...."  "Uh, well I just had breakfast with a friend from work who I'm also meeting for drinks later." You smirked at the thought.  There was a joyful sigh that poured into your ear from the ear piece, "Oh, this friend wouldn’t happen to be the mysterious Andy you’ve name dropped the last few calls would it?"  You hesitated, "y..ye...yeah." Then you heard the tell-tale sound of your mother's chuckle. “We’re just friends.” "I'm not saying anything." You could picture her with her hands held up in defence. "You sound happy." “I am. I feel okay, more than okay even. I’m good.” "Alright. Well, don’t waste your day. Enjoy it. Your dad and I will talk soon." “Yeah, listen Mom, why don’t you come over for a few days in a couple of weeks? You’ve not been since the week you came to help me move in. It would be nice to show you round now I’ve got my bearings.” "We would love that. I'll have your father look at booking some time." “Okay just let me know. Tell Daddy I said hi.” "I will, sweetie. Love you, bye.” "I love you too, Mom, bye." The seventeenth of July, a date that you hope one day will come to mean nothing and be like any other day. But for now, it was a sting that reminded you of all that had happened. Not unlike Halloween, a day in which you'll forever hold in a fearful anxious place in your soul. It served as a reminder of the moment your life had taken a very dark turn, a darkness that you were still, in a lot of ways, finding your way through. Ransom. His name still tasted sour on your tongue. But left a sadness over your heart like a sheer curtain. You had truly hoped he wasn't going to revert back to the beast that held you captive. But you were wrong, and post the revelation of the real reason he had taken you, he’d been far more brutal and cruel than he had with you before, something you’d thought was impossible. And he’d broken you for a second time, or so you’d let him think. Desperate to escape his clutches, you’d done the only thing you could- you’d killed him. Whilst you may not have held the knife, you’d arranged it all. And, even though it had been an absolute last resort, you’d be lying if you said there hadn’t been a satisfaction to watching him bleed out and choke on his own blood. The realisation that had clouded his arrogantly handsome features as he came to understand it was your doing would be forever etched into your brain. That said, it made you feel a little bit queasy when you thought about how taking someone’s life could make you feel a sick sense of pleasure. The nightmares had plagued you for months after. The torture which sleep brought you only ceased around the time things were settled within the system between you and his parents. With a deep sigh and the need for distraction, you set about some spot cleaning in between loads of laundry and by early afternoon you had settled in on your couch with a beer and your latest box set binge. Not two episodes in and your phone pinged next to you.

With a smirk, you snapped a photo of your beer bottle in your hand and a few moments later his response came through.

The angel made you laugh, a direct reference to his teasing before. But before you could reply, you got another text with simply saying “fuck it” along with a picture of a tumblr of whiskey on his desk. With a snort you replied

With a smile you tossed your phone down onto the seat beside you, and resumed your watching.

***** Andy was kidding when he playfully said he'd be there by 6:45, fully intending on their agreed upon 6:30. But, he was late. He'd been so involved with his brief that he'd lost track, and for the first time since meeting her, was late for a meet up with Y/N. She was fully understanding as he'd text her apologizing for the time as he'd rushed out of the office and quickly headed for Pearl Street. He'd gotten very lucky with close parking and literally stepped inside Oskar's Taproom promptly at 6:45. He found Y/N sitting at the bar, her hair down, a nicely fitted black tee and skinny denim jeans, her foot tapping against her bar stool in waiting. Next to her was an empty stool and a full, cold looking tall pilsner on the bar, saving his space.

"Hey," he said as he leaned into her, a gentle hand on her back, getting her attention.

Y/N startled a bit but realized it was Andy and grinned, "'bout time! I was going to get started on yours without you." She nodded to the cold beer.  “I’m so sorry.” He shook his head, “I just got caught up.” "Well, you haven't stood me up yet, so I trusted you'd show." “And I did tell you 6:45 before. You know, on account of you being a cheeky little shit.” She rolled her eyes at him, "whatever." She smirked. He slid onto the stool next to her and took a long pull of his beer, damned it tasted good. He gave an appreciative sigh and turned to her. “So, do anything much this afternoon?” "I did absolutely nothing, well nothing of importance. Talked to my mom, did laundry, you know nothing exciting." “To be honest, sounds like a pretty good afternoon.” He chuckled. “Sometimes there’s nothing better than laying in front of the TV with no where you have to be.” "Cheers to that," she raised her glass to him. He clinked his with hers and returned the smile she had. The blues band that was set to play happy hour was starting to tune up and it gave Andy an idea. "What do you say we find a spot in the patio, little less noise." “Sounds good.” She nodded. Andy flagged the bartender down for another round to take with them. But before Y/N could pick up her glass, Andy took it for her and gestured with her head for her to go on in front. She looked a little surprised at his act of basic good manners, and not for the first time. He'd often seen her look at him in a similar way when he held doors open for her or helped her with her jacket. It made him wonder what kind of asshole Drysdale had been. But, then again, he got the impression it hadn’t been a particularly happy relationship to start. Not that it was any of his business, nor was he one to talk. The last seven months he’d been married to Laurie had been as strained as they'd ever got. They found a spot at a two top near the corner of the patio at the gate that separated it from the sidewalk. Andy waited for Y/N to sit before he set their glasses on the high top table and took his own seat. "So...much better," he leaned in across the table. "Love this place, but it's not always the best for conversation." “Yeah but it has a good atmosphere.” She smiled. “I like it. Not the type of place that-“ she stopped dead and took a deep breath. “Doesn’t matter.” He half smiled, "you know, I've been meaning to tell you, it's okay to talk to me about anything you want. No pressure, no strings. Just a friendly ear." She smiled. “I know, thanks. And the same goes for you too.” For the first time, an interesting silence came between them. They each sipped their drinks in an almost a mirrored like fashion and chuckled when through. "I think that's the first time we've ever not had something to say." Y/N shrugged. He nodded, and then she took a deep breath. “I was just gonna say its not the type of place Ransom would ever have taken me. He’d have thought it beneath him.” "I think that's the first time you've ever mentioned his name." He pointed out. "Yeah, I try not to. It's uh," he watched her as she struggled to start her story, playing nervously with the earring in her ear. "Complicated." He leaned on the table, his forearms crossed and supporting his weight. He wanted her to know she had his full attention. “Well, from what I know about him, which granted is only what I saw on the news or heard around Boston, he certainly enjoyed the finer things in life.” "That's one way of looking at." She chuckled dryly. "It wasn't an easy marriage, despite how short lived." "Well, I was with Laurie since law school and we still had our ups and downs. I don't think marriage is easy in general." Andy admitted. "I was with Ransom less than nine months before we got married. It, uh, lasted three weeks."

Andy paused, “okay, so granted Laurie and I were a whirlwind what with her falling pregnant so fast but... I’ll give you that one.” “A whirlwind?” She asked and Andy nodded. “Yeah, we hadn’t even been together a year when she got pregnant with Jake. Not gonna lie, I shit myself but...” he sighed, swallowing. “Well, he was worth it.” "I'm sure he was." She nodded. Andy cleared his throat. “He was a good kid, despite what he, well what he was accused of.” “I can’t even begin to imagine how that felt, for any of you.” She said gently. “Fucking shit.” He said bluntly. She blinked and then the pair of them laughed quietly. "I'm sorry, Andy. And I mean that in all sincerity." He sighed and gave a soft little smile. “Thanks. You know, for the most part it’s just happy memories. But then sometimes it’s hard...” he trailed off shaking his head, “but of course you’ll know that.” “Suppose so.” She shrugged. “I doubt our marriage was anything near as loving as yours. I, uh...well, Ransom was mentally abusive, very controlling. Getting married wasn't exactly what I'd wanted but, I felt trapped in a way." She paused as he listened intently. "I guess it's harder to explain than I thought." She bit her lip and then shook her head. “Then the asshole went and got himself killed.” "I hate that you had to witness that." She shrugged and her finger swiped at the condensation on the outside of her half empty beer glass. “It was a year ago today.” “Jesus fucking Christ.” Andy shook his head in shock as he took a deep breath. “I’m so sorry.” “I’m not.” She sighed. “And I know that probably sounds awful but... I don’t mourn him, I can’t. Not after everything. I’m just glad to be away and out of it. Fuck, that makes me sound like a really cold hearted bitch.” She scrunched her nose and chuckled a bit. Andy cocked his head to one side, studying her face which was, despite what she said, laced with sadness and he took a deep breath. There was more to her story than she was telling him, he could see that, but he had his own secrets too. And he found himself realising he didn’t care. Moving away post the accident that claimed Jake and later Laurie’s life had been a way for him to leave all that shit behind. And she was trying to do the same. “Okay, let’s make a deal.” He leaned forward. “No reverse gear. We look forward and not back, at least not at the hard stuff.” It took a moment for her to process it, and Andy watched her expression behind her eyes as he did so. Then she smiled, "deal." Andy smiled as she reached for her beer. He watched her pretty face as she drained her glass, setting it down in the table before she leaned towards him. “Have you eaten? Because I’ve suddenly got a hankering for something greasy and very bad for me.” “Sounds like someone I used to work with.” Andy shot before he could stop himself and Y/N threw her head back in a loud laugh. “Lawyers for you.” “Hey, not all of us are jerks.” He pouted and she shrugged. “Jury’s out.” She winked. At that Andy raised his brows, downed the rest of his pint and then stood up. “Something dirty and greasy that isn’t an attorney coming up, I’ll grab us a menu.” They each ordered a greasy, filthy cheeseburger with all the fixings and two smaller beers a piece to go with it. They moved their conversation away from their pasts and talked music as the band played some songs they were familiar with. Y/N finding the perfect moment to joke with Andy again about his age versus hers, despite it being maybe seven or eight years. Neither seemed to mind.  Again, when the bill came, Andy slapped his card down before Y/N even had a chance to grab her wallet, which caused him to laugh loudly at her pout. “You’ll just have to get it next time.” “Oh," she smirked, "so that’s your game? You paid, so I owe you a next time?” He shrugged. “Would that be such a bad thing?” She bit her lip and grinned with a shake of her head. “No, not really.” “Good, I’ll hold you to that. And, as a lawyer I feel obliged to tell you that’s a legally recognised verbal contract.” “Uh, I’m sure there’s a rule that a social agreement made between friends is done so without an intention of being enforceable.” Y/N shot back and Andy felt his mouth curl up on a little surprised smirk. “Therefore no intent, no legal comeback. Your move, Counselor.” He laughed and shook his head. “Nope, I got nothing.” “In that case, I call recess.” She grinned. “Oh faahk off with the legal puns!” Andy snorted and once more she laughed as they stood up, their night at an end. He walked behind Y/N with a gentle hand on her back as she weaved through the tables on the patio, eventually ending up on the sidewalk out front.

"Thanks, for breakfast, dinner, drinks," Y/N shook her head, feigning annoyance. Andy smirked, "thanks for meeting me. You're not walking home are you?" "I can, it's not far." She replied, folding her arms over her chest.

"Absolutely not, I'll take you," he nodded his head in the direction in which his car was. He gave a small wink when she accepted his offer. He held the door open for you as you slid into the passenger seat of his Audi TT. You quickly realized that this was the first time you'd been in his car and the very first time he would see your doorstep. However, the thought of both those things didn't bother you one bit. In fact, you found yourself more comfortable than you'd expected.

All in all the drive was no more than five minutes, and if he hadn’t been going that way already, you’d have felt like a complete fraud, but he assured you it was on his way.

You helped yourself out but Andy waited for you around the front hood and walked you to your doorstep, lit by the lantern porch light your Home Owners Association contract insisted be up. "So, this is me," you sighed. Andy had his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans and he rocked a little on his heels as he waited for you to open your front door. When you'd opened it, he scratched behind his neck and said, "so I'll see you Monday?" "Yeah," you agreed. He turned to go but you called out to him, "Hey, Andy?" He quickly turned back to you, his one foot on your stoop, the other the next step down, "yeah?" In a sudden moment of courage, you stood on your toes and placed a soft kiss to his cheek. His smooth cheek and the slightly rough yet softer than anticipated scratch of those dark whiskers, intermittent speckled with auburn, felt amazing against your lips. And fuck, did he smell amazing. Which you knew already from the tight and friendly hugs he'd seemed to start giving you. The first hit of his aftershave was always the same, dominated by a white-out of bergamot and pepper, a bright flash of sweet, dewy citrus that is both crisp and clean, underpinned by a freshness that was both light and gentle and completely different to the heavy sandalwood based fragrance you’d grown so used to. It was brief, but when you pulled back, you gave a content huff, “Huh.” “What?” He was clearly puzzled. “Your beard. It’s kinda soft.” “What? What the hell did you expect?” He laughed. “I dunno, maybe a toilet brush type bristle.” “You kiss a lot of toilet brushes Y/N?” “Try not to.” She winked. “Thanks again, Andy. I enjoyed today.” He chuckled and shook his head as he watched you turn back to your door and finally stepped inside your home. Before you closed the door, you turned back, noticing he was watching you go in. "Bye."

"Goodnight, Y/N."

**** Chapter 2

[mothra-mcyt]

Hi! I’m not sure if your requests are still open but I was wondering if you could do one with Quackity where reader was streaming and suddenly got attacked by a random person spamming hateful or just generally terrible words to them and they keep on streaming pretending that it didn’t affect them but it clearly upset them when the stream ended. I’m sorry if this is specific and you don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable with it :))

☾ Quackity comforting you after a mean donation ☽

(FUCK IT IMMA MAKE THIS A ONESHOT)

!Warning: Hateful donation!

The stream has been going good so far. Getting a good amount of donations with very supportive messages through text to speech and not much spamming in chat.

Unfortunately this changed when some idiots starting spamming in chat and there also weren't many mods in chat today making the them a little overwhelmed having to get the chat under control again. You tried not to pay too much attention to it hoping that it would pass soon without you needing to do anything.

You were about to say something about the spamming when a tts donation interrupted you.

"Why is Quackity even together with you you aren't even that good. I would understand it if you looked good but you look like absolute shit."

Completely stunned by what just happened you blinked a few times and then tried your best to continue on like nothing happened and like it didn't affect you. Some people in chat were asking if you were okay, other people were calling out the donation and insulting them. Your vision started getting a little blurry from tears when you saw some people in chat even agreeing with the dono for a second.

The stream didn't last for long after that with you not feeling too well you weren't able to be as energetic as usual making you feel a little guilty. Waving at the camera and saying your goodbyes to chat you ended the stream immediately putting your face in your hands.

Letting out a long sigh the tears startes to enter your eyes again. Not being able to keep your emotions at bay anymore you let out a choked sob. Pulling your knees against your chest you wrapped your arms around them.

"Bunny what happened? I head you crying. What's wrong?"

Trying to get out some words through your sobs you told him what happened. His eyes widened in shock and his eyebrows furrowed in anger at hearing you explain the story.

"Baby you are the most amazing person i love you so much. I love your smile, how cute you look when you wake up, how you entertain your chat, how energetic you are and so much more. Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise."

Looking up at him you broke down and started sobbing even more.

"Wait shit did i say something wrong if i did i'm sorry-"

Smiling up at him you rubbed away the tears from your cheeks with the sleeve of your hoodie.

"Thank you so much. I don't know how i deserve you."

Getting up from your gaming chair you wrap your arms tightly around his middle. A little surprised he let out a chuckle and hugged you back.

"You deserve so much more than me."

Masterlist

[roscgcld]

GOJO SATORU || welcome home

request: Can i request a gojo imagine that the reader is feeding his god complex?? gosh gojo and his complex is bothering me?!?!?!🥵🥵😧 and is it alright if u add a little bit of spice?? 🤭 if it's not comfy its really fineee if u wouldnt include d spicy parts,, BTW I LOVE YOUR WORKS SO MUCH ( ˘ ³˘)♥���

note: we know that this man as a god complex for sure - and i bet you that this turns him real good lol. just stroke his ego a little and i bet you he will fuck you silly 😇😇 and this entire fic is just spice all over. AND I LOVE YOU! thank you for loving my work TT bean is happy~

pronouns: she/her

note: nsfw work at the undercut, so minors dni. gojo being an ass like usual, but he’s hot that way lol, oral (m receiving), lowkey dacryphilia and dumbification kink because jjk men love to fuck you silly ~, shower sex cause it’s the best sex - jk lol, light humiliation and even a slight size kink, praise kink too, also unprotected sex - but this is for the purpose of fanfiction. use condoms and have safe sex love. lowkey fluffy undertones too! this is long as well - so am feeding y’all good lol

Gojo had always been told that he is the strongest, and he knows that he is. There was no need to remind him on the daily that he triumphs over your every day sorcerer.

Yet he loves it whenever you remind him of his stance in the world.

You knew how to stroke his ego just right when you want something from him - whether it is his time, affection, or even materialistic items; Gojo loves it whenever you’d turn all innocent and cute for him, begging him with puppy eyes for whatever your little heart desires. And you know that Gojo lives to spoil you rotten - anything you want, you get. No questions asked.

For the last few days he had been busy with work, having to wake up way before you are awake and come home long after you’re asleep. The only indication that he had returned home would be the pastries he leaves for you to eat in the morning along with a coffee mug filled with coffee the way you like it. It did make you deflate a little, since you’ve missed spending your time with your white-haired boyfriend. But you know that deep down that there is a lot of people who depend on him, so you understand.

That doesn’t mean you aren’t needy though.

Tonight was no different; you had returned to your shared apartment, taking your shoes off at the genkan before you made your way into your apartment. You had gone about your routine, making yourself a simple dinner to eat as you check your phone, replying to a few messages you had gotten from your boyfriend whilst you were walking home. Soon you migrated into your bedroom, where you had started to take your clothes off one by one as you made your way towards the bathroom; promising to pick them up later. 

You sighed at the feeling of the warm water trailing over your body, closing your eyes to enjoy the moment of silence for a few moments. You had just reached for your shampoo bottle when the door to the bathroom was opened, causing you to drop the bottle you had grabbed to instead cover yourself with wide eyes. 

“I thought I’ve told you how I feel about you covering up from me, princess~”

There, leaning against the doorway with a grin, was Gojo Satoru himself; the man that you’ve been missing for the last few days. You stared at him with wide eyes as he sighs and started to strip as well, taking his sweet time so you can watch his muscles move and flex under his purple Jujutsu High Uniform he wears for work. And it worked - you found it hard to trail your eyes far away from your boyfriend’s fit form, hungrily drinking in every inch of skin that was slowly revealed to you.

The last thing that he removes was the blindfold, giving you a cheeky smile as his white hair fell into his eyes perfectly. “You make me shy, princess...with how closely you’re watching me.” He teases, his words causing you to pause before you pout over at him; not that happy that he was calling you out like this. Wordlessly you huffed before you turned your back to him, bending down to pick up the bottle of shampoo that had fallen to the floor from your scare. “As if you have anything to be shy about.”

Squirting some of your shampoo into your hand, you quietly started to wash your hair once more; pretending like you can’t feel the eyes that were scanning over your wet figure through the shower door. You didn’t need to wait long for Gojo to join you, feeling strong and calloused hands snacking around your wait from behind to pull you flush against him. 

And pulling your ass back so he can grind his length against you. “Awe, is my little princess upset at me?”

Deciding to play his game, you pretended not to feel his hard on whilst you continue to massage the studs into your hair, humming softly at his words. You let his hands roam about your body, not minding how one of his large hands reached up to cup your breast in his hands, nipple caught between his fingers as he gently squeezes the sensitive bud. “Mm...what if I am?”

Your tone was slightly winded yet sultry, your hooded eyes looking up at him with lust shining in them as you gently grinded your ass back against him. “You’ve been away for home for so long...I’ve missed waking up to you every morning.”  You hummed, soft pants leaving your lips when his other hand travelled south, long fingers teasingly rubbing along your puffy cunny. “Nga~...missed you a lot...”

“Is that why my princess is acting so bratty?” He cooed at you with a teasing smirk, his glowing eyes watching you melt against him as he continues to press at your buttons carefully. He loves how with just a few calculated strokes of his fingers along your body he has you melting against him; legs parting to give his hand more access to play with your clit whilst his finger squeezed at your nipple gently. “Did she miss me so much that she starts acting out to get my attention? Is that what you’re doing, princess?”

Wordlessly you nodded, having long forgotten if what you were doing moments before as you reached back to coax his head down to yours. He lets you guide his head down so his lips was pressed against yours, kissing you so deeply and so passionately that it had your already shaky legs to shake even more. He plays your body like an instrument, gently coaxing your lips open too wrap his tongue around yours while his fingers wandered down from your clit to your clenching hole.

However tonight, you were in for a more different sort of loving from him.

You had gently gripped his wrist to stop him, tugging your lips away from his as you panted quietly; strings of thin saliva connecting the both of you as he raises a curious brow. Wordlessly you leaned up to peck his lips, turning around so that your front was pressed against his; hands resting on his pecs. With a mischievous glint in your eyes your hands started to wander down his wet body, fingers tracing along the strong muscles hidden beneath smooth skin. Gently your lips started to kiss down his body slowly, tracing along the faint scars on his pale skin that he had gotten from an incident in his second year.

Gojo immediately caught onto what you were doing, smirking softly as one of his hands reached over to push the wet strands of hair back; giving him a clear view of your innocently blinking eyes as you kissed down his abs slowly. He shifted back into the shower to give you more space to get down on your knees, where your eyes immediately made heart eyes at his length.

Long and thick, you admired the veiny cock as you wrapped a hand around the base, enjoying how heavy it felt against your hand. How small your hands looked as it wrapped around it, fingers barely grazing each other as your eyes glanced upwards innocently. Gojo’s Six Eyes, glowing with both lust and amusement, watched you closely as you leaned forward; pink tongue poking out adorably as you started to trace along each of his veins.

If there is one thing that you know strokes his ego, is when you clearly worship his cock - something that you had discovered a few months into your relationship. There was just something about seeing you on your knees, watching as you lick and suckle along his long girth with such gentleness and love that gives him the biggest ego boost. Watching how you practically worshipped him, putting his pleasure above yours. “Such a good girl...”

You kept your eye contact with him as you flatten your tongue, gently licking from the thick base all the way to the irritated red tip. A soft moan left your lips at the taste of his precum coating your tongue, enjoying the unique taste that is just him as you gently suckle along the top. The hand in your hair tighten as Gojo lets out a groan, gently urging you to take more and more of his cock into the warm cavern of your mouth.

“That’s a good girl...shit...”

Gojo tilted his head back in pleasure at the feeling of your throat tightening around him as you tried to swallow more and more of him into your mouth. Just watching him getting so much pleasure just from you sucking him off send a thrill through your body as you moan softly, only to gag when he hits the back of your throat. The feeling of you gagging over him had his knees buckling as he groans loudly, pushing your head down him to take more of him in. “Fuck princess, you’re always so good to me...wouldn’t you take just a bit more?”

Tears started to blur your vision as you slowly but surely took more and more of him into your mouth, moaning softly at you’ve left less than an inch left. Just the sight of you, all teary eyed with your mouth full of cock has him groaning in pleasure; fingers carding through your hair gently. “Such a good girl...” He cooed whilst you slowly started to pull back, bobbing your head along the rest of him as he watches you with dark eyes.

Your hands gently trailed up from the hold you have on his thighs to gently trail up his body, fingers gently tracing along his body as you slowly pulled your lips off his cock; letting go with an obscene pop. Gojo just watches you with a smirk, lips parted to let out a pants as he watches you gently suckle and lick at his tip teasingly. “Alright princess, up you go.” He grunts before he reaches down to grab you underneath your arms, picking you up with ease before he turns and presses you against the shower wall.

A soft gasp left your lips at the feeling of the cold shower wall pressed against your back, arching your back a little at the feeling of the cold pressed against your warm skin as Gojo caged you against the wall. Gojo grinned at that reaction, since it meant that you had thrust your chest out for him; to which he leans down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. Immediately you wrapped your arms around hid neck, fingers gently tugging at the back of his head as he smirks up at you gently.

Biting your lip, you instead started to grind down again him, letting out soft moans and whines at the shiver of pleasure that travels through you. “Such a needy princess...” Gojo coos softly against your chest as he pins you against the wall, finding you absolutely adorable when you just pout softly and look up at him lustfully. Begging for him to stop the teasing act and give into both of your desires. “Did I spoil you too rotten?”

“You love me.” You pouted, fingers gently scratching down his back as he hums and raises an eyebrow at you, as if silently asking where did you get that notion. You huffed before you pulled him closer, your lips pressing soft kisses down his jaw as one of your hands finds it way back into his damp. Fingers carding through the damp strains of white hair as you let out a soft moan against his ear, knowing that it drives him crazy. “Please?”

A loud squeal was tugged from your throat when Gojo suddenly thrust up into you, using gravity to his advantage to impale you on him immediately. The feeling had you shivering in pleasure, your eyes rolling back as you snapped your head back from the sudden force. Just as you were about to recover he suddenly pulled out, leaving just the tip inside of you before he snapping his hips upwards once more; slamming right against your cervix.

Without warning you suddenly cum around him, the arousal you felt from giving him head moments before already turning you on so much. Coupled with his rough thrust had the band in your stomach snapping, causing you to shake and squirm in his arms as you tightened around him. “Awe, cumming so soon, princess?” Gojo coos, smirking as he slowly drew his hips away from yours. “Such a poor thing, wound up so tightly. Look - you’re basically sucking me in~”

Before you can throw some backhanded comment at him he thrusted his hips up, causing whatever coherent words to dry up on your tongue as you let out a whine instead. He soon started a steady pace, causing you to whine and cry out at the overstimulation you felt from him not giving you a few moments to gather yourself.

One of your hands started to scratch down his back, the other wrapped around his neck as you let out loud cries and pants into his ear. The sound that you produce egged him on, giving him a huge boost to thrust faster and harder into you. This caused you to whine as your grip tighten on him, starting to feel the licks of pleasure through the pain as your legs wrapped tighter around him; wordlessly egging him on.

His thrusts were relentless, hips moving at such a speed that it had you at a lost of words. You knew that he had high stamina, with how demanding his job can be, but it still absolutely blows you away how much it really is. Just a few precisely aimed thrusts and you feel yourself loosing it once more, whining and crying out to him with your eyes pretty much rolled so far back that he can’t see your irises anymore. Your mouth had fallen open in pleasure, tongue lolling out a little with spit on the corners of your mouth.

Gojo grinned at how beautiful your fucked our expression look, gently squishing your cheeks in one hand to force your swimming eyes to focus on him. “Earth to princess, you there?” He asked in a slightly strained voice, letting a low groan and a curse at the feeling of you tightening around him. You were just filled with him - both figuratively and literally. Whenever Gojo and you get intimate, it makes you realise just how huge he is.

Not only is his dick huge, his entire person is - how he can gather both of your wrists in one hand, how whenever he playfully corners you against a wall, you can’t see over his broad and muscular shoulders, how his hand feels so large and comforting on your back whenever he leads you about beside him. You even marvel how he can pick you up and move you about the way he likes, either if he wants your attention by tossing you over his shoulder and running away with you.

Or like right now, how he bottoms out inside of you with each of his brutal thrusts; knees hooking over his elbows to give him the most space to thrust against into your tight cunt. “Fucking shit - you’re still so tight.” He grunts, his- hips picking up its pace as you cried out, feeling the beginnings of an orgasm slowly start to creep in.

“W-wanna cum! ple-i wanna-” You tried to speak in between his brutal thrusts, whining and crying out his name like a broken record player as your fingers dug themselves into his back. Gojo knew exactly what you wanted, causing him to grunt as he angles his hips carefully. “You wanna cum for me, pretty girl? Do it - shit, come all over my cock, princess. Show me how much you love it.”

His words had you nodding your head dumbly, feeling yourself getting closer and closer with each deep thrust; feeling yourself spiraling out of control. It was with a well time trust and the sudden feeling of his fingers brushing at your puffy clit that pushed you off the edge. Your muscles tensed up as you threw your head back, crying out for him as you felt the shivers of pleasure travel through your body.

Gojo wishes that you can just see how perfect you are, head thrown back with your mouth wide open to let out the most prettiest noises for him as you tighten around him even more. Just knowing that he was the reason as to why you’re feeling so much pleasure has him groaning softly, leaning down to press a deep kiss against your lips as you whine softly against them. “’T-Toru...h-hurts..”

“I know princess...” He grunts softly as he pulls away from your kiss, smiling softly at how cute you looked as you gave him puppy eyes; trying to reach up to pull him closer as you let out soft whines at each of his thrusts. “Think you can - fuck...think you can hold on for a little longer?” He groans softly, sapphire eyes narrowed in pleasure as he felt himself getting closer and closer to his climax.

You just whined and wrapped your arms around his neck tiredly, letting him move your hips for his own pleasure; leaning forward to nuzzle and kiss along his neck. You let soft cries and whines of his name into his ear, the sound clouding his senses and sending his already pleasure-hazed mind into overdrive. With a low groan into your ear before he bottoms out inside of you, an immense feeling of warmth started to fill your belly. 

Letting out a quiet moan, your fingers gently carded through his wet hair once more, slowly started to feel your senses to return to you; reaching up to push the wet stands of hair out of your face with a shaky hand. Gojo chuckles softly at your still clearly blissed our expression as he gently eased himself of you and starts to clean the both of you up; cooing soft words of love and affection when you whine softly at his wandering hands.

Soon the shower was turned off and Gojo dried you both up, putting you in a pair of clean panties and one of his large shirts to go to bed in; his arms wrapped around you to carry you to bed. “God, you’re such a needy baby.” He teases softly with a chuckle, noting how you refuse to let him go even if it’s for a split second so he can grab the edge of the duvet. “How cute.”

You just gave him a lazy smile, pulling the taller male into your arms as you nuzzle your face against his. This action caused him to pause before he smiles at you lovingly, shifting himself closer so his arms was wrapped around you, face tucked away into your neck as he sighs in content. All the fatigue he felt from being away from home and being on call almost 24/7 slowly melts away at feeling of your fingers massaging the back of his head gently.

“Welcome home.” You mumble softly into your ear with a soft kiss to the top of his head, a soft comment that had Gojo smiling wider as he looks up at you with hooded eyes; nose brushing against yours at how close his face was from yours. “It’s good to be back.”

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Duskwood - How two people came together - part 13

Sorry again for taking so long getting the next chapter up hope you enjoy :)

p's sorry for any spelling mistakes my spelling is not very good

The next day MC woke up to the sunlight hitting her face through the curtains she turned over and saw to her surprise Jake asleep next too her, he looks so adorable lay there with his hair covering one side of his face, she lay and watched him for a while soon his eyes started too flicker and woke too MC watching him sleep. Jake looked up at her and gave her a smile and pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her kissing her softly they both lay there for awhile just enjoying each others warmth until they both needed too get up. MC headed for the bathroom and switched the shower on letting the water run for a while until it reached the right temperature she wanted as she undressed she felt Jakes arms around her waist as he kissed her neck.

The shower lasted longer than expected but there was no complaints Jake went to get dressed while MC just grabbed some fresh panties and one of jakes t-shirts which made him very excited she went into the kitchen and switched the coffee machine on lost in her thoughts she didn't notice Jake behind her.

Jake: are you okay? MC: yeah just lost in thought Jake: what's running through your mind? MC: just thinking about everything that as happened i can't believe how stupid i was i getting into that state and forcing you too come out of hiding how selfish can one person actually be i am so sorry Jake can you ever forgive me for being so stupid? tears started to fall from her eyes Jake put his arms around her and held onto her for as long as she needed. Jake: you do know that there is nothing for me to forgive your mental health was all over the place and in that moment it took over and part of me is glad it happened because it did force me to come out of hiding but it also meant i get too be with you and i wouldn't change it for anything MC looked up at Jake's beautiful brown eyes she could see that he meant every word he said there was nothing that he wanted too change there was no regrets MC: I love you Jake Jake: I love you too MC

Later that day after breakfast Jake was busy in his office setting up his computers there was still some stuff that needed too be unpacked so MC decided too get the last few bits unpacked after she had finished there was a knock at the door, Jake stepped out of his office with his face mask on and hood up. She greeted the delivery driver and took the groceries from him Jake helped unpack the groceries after everything had been put away Jake went back to his office too finish what he was doing. It was nearly lunch time so i decided to put some food together i didn't want too disturbed Jake so i quietly walked in and put the plate down next too him and left him too his work, i sat down on the sofa and decided too catch up on the events of the past few days there were a few messages from Jessy asking if everything was okay and that she would try and visit soon. Dan had sent me a message telling me that if i was being held against my will he would come and save me Richy had sent me a message saying if i was at a lose end i could come and work in the office part time since business was getting better after TT had too shut down. After checking up on everything there was to check i put my phone down just as Jake come out of his office and sat down on the sofa with his laptop kissing MC on the lips MC: your in a good mood? what happened someone try and fail at hacking into your firewall? Jack: not quite no with a grin on his face remember when i said i do a few jobs every now and then for people MC: yeah i remember and they pay you with comp… before i could finish my words Jake had a big grin on his face, well that was a stupid question what parts are you getting? Jake: just a few upgrades and a little surprise for you which i am not going too say what you will have too wait till tomorrow when i can get them delivered MC looked up at Jake with excitement she always loved his little surprises it never mattered too her how big or small they where the fact that he did things like this sent a warm feeling running through her body she leaned over and kissed jake softly on the lips. Jake: should i be putting my laptop away? MC got put and took hold of Jakes hand and went towards the bedroom she pushed him back onto the bed and kissed him and nibbled on his ear just as he was about too kiss her she got up Jake had a look of disappointment on his face MC: don't go anywhere i will be back in a minute, she opened up the walk in closet and picked up a bag and went into the bathroom moments later she came back into the bedroom and Jakes eyes lit up with excitement, she was wearing a red lace bra and matching panties this drove Jake too the edge and she could no longer contain his excitement and took hold of her hand and kissed every part of her body.

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it’s fine to share it

“k” “m” “sc” are code names idk 😭

backstory: him and i are kinda like i wanna say friends/talking first but it was never something that i wanted to take serious and he knew that and somehow she ended up started messing around with him and i kinda pushed myself away from him after that.

so i posted something on my story and “m”who had been liking me for years responded to it and told me to gts then he asked ft and i told “m” i was with my cousins and he was like ok ( mind you we used to ft/txt every now and then) so she has my password to my account and she knows i change my password every few months she knows this she already had read the messages like she always read my messages which i don’t mind cause we always talk about it later (now here’s why i’m kinda pissed at her idk if it makes sense or not but yeah) i ain’t say nun to her when she was linking and otp with my exes i stayed quiet cause i thought it didn’t really bother me, yk like that’s my ex we broke up for a reason that’s probably why i thought i didn’t really care but this situation right here? that really had me like woowwww. 1. “m” has been trying to talk to me for YEARS and she know i really didn’t like him in that kind of way but kinda like we were still friends i probably would’ve gave him a chance but he’s friendly and talk to hella people 2. it’s MY account and I have the RIGHTS to CHANGE MY PASSWORD ANYTIME I WANT 3. if she wanted my password she could’ve asked for it back, but she got pissed off about it. again 4. she literally talked another boy i dated “k” even though he put me through hell (him and his friends created disgusting rumors about me a while back, he would like hit me n call me out my name which would cause fights and arguments between us luckily i was able to leave him) when we was together and i tried to not let it bother me cause it’s in the past but her going after another guy i was starting to talk to “sc” was outta pocket especially that’s why i stopped taking to “sc” when i found out she was talking to him i kinda distanced myself from him cause yk girl code and i really liked him too and the fact is i think that’s kinda fucked up that she would pull some bs like that and the sad part about it is that it took me too long to realize what was happening it was kinda like every time i went with sb she tried tt them like that ain’t right, i NEVER went after NOBODY she dated or talked to and never even thought about it cause i’m not like that, and the thing is after “sc” i kinda realized it but slowly stopped talking to her cause like i didn’t wanna make it seem like we wasn’t as close as we were before but now like instead of talking to me about what really happened she sent me a message i didn’t respond cause ngl that hurt so i just ignored it and now it’s like damn that’s how it is huh

sorry for any spelling mistakes

ou, how this story made me feel.

sad.

mad.

it’s your account, why does she want and need the password after doing shit. why does she act like she can’t just make her own account— i don’t know if she can or can’t. why would she even get mad at you for changing YOUR ACCOUNT PASSWORD??? like, baby. just make your own account at this point.

she is so fake, oh my god. the innocent acting after she went after the guys you liked???????

i personally, would not let that shit slide.

and the fact she talked to the guy who emotionally and physically ABUSED YOU????? FAKE ASS BITCH BRUH

anon, im sorry you went through this bs. she’s fake asf. i hope you DROPPED her. in many ways.