#crying screaming foaming depressing

[okaerina]

GUYS SOMETHING'S HAPPENING TO ME so there's this guy i saw in a mall today and he was so frigging cute like i couldn't stop glancing at him all the time and I SAW HIM AT EVERY SINGLE FLOOR I WAS WITH MY MUM AND HE WAS ALWAYS SO CLOSE IN MY RANGE ASJSJSJSSFGDF BRO EVEN CAUGHT ME STARING AND GAVE ME TINY LAUGH ISTG I WAS GOING INSANE why is he so pretty man...

[chosok-amo]

SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS: GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU

“suguru, help!” he sounds, pathetic. gojo satoru is a pathetic man when it comes to you. “ . . . there are so many kisses to have, soul and bone for you to crash and swear that how stars are born, so please. . ., believe me, you have to believe me,” he cries, holding your hands, begging for you to love him— love him enough to stay.

warning : age-up! satosugu, depressed! fem x reader, drug mention, trauma mention, suicide, self-harm, death mention, drowning, blood, heavy angst.

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𝜗𝜚 . . . . i had to stop so often writing this because i can't stop crying and think that i shouldn't continue because it hurts me so bad that i have to take a cold shower and think about my life. and honestly, i wasn't supposed to write the last part but yeah..

A MINUTES AFTER YOU TRY TO KILL YOURSELF

it was too quiet. . .

gojo satoru never screams so loud in his entire life, so loud. . . the world shaking beneath his feet, ready to swallow him whole and rotten. so loud . . . he sure he can no longer hear. he ran, slipping on his way until he broke his knee on the puddle of the red, transparent liquid that spill from the bath-up.

the starling sigh, you were there. . .

“no, no, no, baby— no.”

the water, tinged with a haunting crimson, surged and overflowed, cascading into the bathroom with relentless force. it climbed steadily up gojo's legs, as if the liquid itself sought to ensnare him, to drag him down into its suffocating embrace, or just. . . mock him.

a dark mockery that seemed to whisper that it alone held the power to drown him, to swallow your trembling breaths and the last echoes of your voice. it wasn’t him, or geto suguru who was to be your executioner, but the merciless water, eager to claim your final, stutter breath.

“i-i —sorry, i’m sorry..” you stammered.

your voice stammered between choke, barely a murmur beneath the frothy waves, struggled to be heard amidst the tumult. your eyes, devoid of warmth, reflected a chilling detachment. the coldness in your gaze was almost tangible, a stark contrast to the chaotic, drowning world around you.

“suguru, help!” he sounds, pathetic.

gojo, even on the verge of your death is still so gentle, as if he's afraid you are going to die than you already are. dropping on his knees as he tries to pull your warm bodies out of the bath-up.

gojo shook his head, a soft whisper escaping from his trembling lips, “shhh, it's alright baby, it's alright, you're alright,” his mumble, each word a fragile promise against the storm of his own emotions— words and voice shaking, his bones and soul shivering. his strong arm wraps around your body, pulling you closer to his chest, feeling everything, even as his flesh trembling.

tears cascaded from the corner of your eyes, tracing silken paths down your skin, while his embrace, though trembling, sought to cradle and calm you, a sanctuary against the turbulence of your anguish.

“suguru, please help!” again, this time he shouted.

geto runs upon hearing the horror howling, and his purple irises about to peel from his face and his lungs lose air— ragged gasps, as if each inhale were stolen from him. the scene before him struck with a painful clarity: you nestled within gojo’s embrace, your body wracked with distress.

foaming at the mouth, you appeared trapped in a tormenting grip of anguish, while the open scars on your wrist bled stories of suffering and desperation. in that moment, the sight was both heart-wrenching and surreal, a vivid tableau of fear and pain, painted across the canvas of his deepest fears.

“i'm sorry— i-i'm so sorry,” you whisper between choking gasps as geto kneels beside you and your body shaking. tears cascade uncontrollably, each dropping a shimmering testament to a sudden, overwhelming regret. it is as though a profound realization has swept over you, too late to mend the wounds that have been inflicted.

the regret feels like a bitter aftertaste of the sorrow you can no longer escape. the eyes of those around you, trembling with the weight of their own anguish, are bloodshot and haunting, mirroring the crimson that flows from your wrist. in that agonizing moment, the world feels irrevocably broken, and the fleeting desire to be alive seems like a distant, unreachable dream.

they burst from the bathroom, gojo's arms wrapped tightly around you as he dashes through the chaos. your lifeless feet and hands dangle, a heavy, haunting reminder of the blood seeping steadily onto the floor. each drop forms a macabre trail, like the relentless shadow of death that clings to you, a grim companion refusing to let go.

the crimson stains splatter and pool in your wake, an anguished testament to the finality that now seems inevitable— each red stain on the ground is a haunting reminder, a stark declaration. as they run, the blood's mournful descent weaves a sorrowful narrative of moments slipping away, each drop a poignant echo of what might have been, a stark and unyielding declaration that time has run out, that it is too late.

and suddenly, everything feels like a slow motion.

6 HOUR AFTER YOU TRY TO KILL YOURSELF

the doctor spoke with a grave tone, his words laced with concern. “it appears,” he began, looking at gojo who's just sitting there with his eyes focusing on the floor, meanwhile geto standing beside him. “that she intentionally tried to overdose. we've had to act swiftly to pump the substances from her body, working to counteract the severe effects of her actions.”

geto's hand gently gripping on gojo's shoulder as they listen. his expression was one of solemn seriousness, reflecting the urgency and gravity of the situation. “we've done everything we can to stabilize her, but it's crucial that you two understand the seriousness of what she has done. this was a life-threatening situation, and we're only beginning to address the underlying issues that led to this crisis.”

the doctor continued, his voice carrying a mix of relief and concern. “fortunately, the cut on her wrist wasn't too deep,” he said, his eyes scanning the notes before them. “it seems that the severity of the injury was somewhat mitigated by her weakened state from the drugs. if she had been stronger, the outcome might have been different.”

his tone softened, acknowledging the fragile balance between the danger of the overdose and the mitigating effects of your physical condition. “we've managed to address the immediate threats, but it's crucial to understand that this is a serious wake-up call. we need to work on her recovery and the emotional struggles that led to this moment.”

if she had been stronger, the outcome might have been different,’ the words echoed repeatedly, hauntingly through the air, like a broken record stuck on a painful refrain. once, twice, three times, they reverberated through their minds, each repetition a stark reminder of how close they came to losing you, how dangerously close the edge of despair was.

even the notion of ‘almost’ carried a weight too immense to bear, a heavy presence that pressed down on their hearts. the silence that followed was thick with unspoken guilt and anguish; none of them could find the words to bridge the chasm of their shared grief. they avoided each other's gaze, unable to escape the silent blame that hung heavy between them, a suffocating testament to their collective sense of failure.

gojo stared at his hands through the thin veil of his blindfold, his fingers trembling as they traced the dried blood staining his pale skin. the sight of it was a brutal reminder of you. with a strained effort, he clenched his hands tightly, hoping to meld the dried blood with his own, as if to erase the haunting evidence of what had transpired— his last hope trying to be with you.

each breath felt like a desperate gasp, a small gap forming between his lips as he struggled to draw in air. the sensation of suffocation gripped him, a relentless pressure squeezing his chest, making each inhale a battle. despite his efforts, the air seemed insufficient, leaving him feeling as though he were on the precipice of life, teetering on the brink of an abyss that threatened to swallow him whole.

geto felt an overwhelming tide of guilt and anguish, a heavy weight pressing down on his heart. the scene that unfolded before him replayed in his mind like a relentless, agonizing loop, hunting him down like he is some kind of a fucking prey. he was haunted by the sight of your suffering, the image of your blood-streaked hands and the anguished cries that pierced the air. each moment of his own reflection, seeing the remnants of your blood on his skin and his white shirt, deepened his torment.

the sense of responsibility gnawed at him, a constant reminder of how close he came to losing you. he felt suffocated by a profound sorrow and helplessness, as if the very air around him was too thick, leaving him gasping for breath— like the death itself pointing its ugly fucking finger to his face and laugh at him, at them.

what a fucking pathetic man’ the death must be said.

the weight of the situation settled heavily on his shoulders, and the silence between him and his companions only amplified his inner turmoil. the unspoken blame and the aching realization that he couldn't undo what had happened created a chasm of despair within him, making each moment feel like an eternity of unbearable remorse.

both of them are buried in profound sea of grief, guilt, shame because a thousand moments with you that they take for granted— shame, for thinking, assume that there would be a thousand more. is it too selfish to be here?’ they thought.

that curse must be laughing at them, the higher-ups, everyone— pointing their finger from all directions. look at them, ’ they thought, those two who called themselves the strongest can even save a single soul,’ again they must be laughing, let alone a soul who is to be called the love of their life.

but nobody knows, none, not even a single soul that, oh, how your presence evokes such selflessness in them— even amid their silent, tormented reflections. they are consumed by an incessant questioning of the selfishness of their own sorrow, wondering if it is wrong to cling to their grief while you teeter on the precipice of loss.

the haunting thought persists, a cruel reminder of time's fragile nature and the profound depth of their remorse. in their heartache, they are acutely aware of the contrast between their own suffering and the delicate balance of your existence, each moment of their anguish a poignant testament to the sorrow they feel for having taken so much for granted.

is it okay to feel sad? ’ they thought.

even the very sensation of sadness and grief feels like an indulgence they do not deserve. i can't even protect her, what rights do i fucking deserve to be sad?’ they thought. to them, these emotions seem an opulent luxury, an extravagant gift they are not entitled to. in their hearts, the depth of their sorrow feels almost excessive, a poignant reminder of how their suffering pales in comparison to the magnitude of the almost loss they face.

each wave of grief feels like a grand, unwelcome opulence, an unjust reward for the pain they have caused and the moments they have squandered. the luxury of their sadness seems a cruel irony, a stark contrast to the profound emptiness of the reality they must now confront.

people passing by in front of them, throwing them a glance or two. seeing their red eyes and tears-stain cheeks, blood in their hands, in shirts, in pants, in their soul, laid bare. everyone wants to give them both a pat on the back, telling them that they are good at handling grief; howling, crying, and blaming each other. that's the proper way to handle grief.

18 HOUR AFTER YOU TRY TO KILL YOURSELF

your hands are warm, a stark contrast to the pallor of your pink lips, which have lost their vibrant hue, your eyes open still so retain their gentle softness, a quiet testament to the grace you still hold.

as you lie upon the hospital bed, draped in the drab, floral-patterned gown that clings to you, it feels woefully inadequate. the gown, mundane and worn, seems too insipid and shabby to encompass your beauty, too faded and forlorn.

“i'm sorry. . .” you mumble.

you can’t bring yourself to look at them as they sit beside your bed, their eyes red and swollen from sleepless nights, their uniforms crumpled and disheveled, their hair falling in untamed disarray. their faces have lost their vibrant hue, a stark contrast to their usual vitality.

gojo satoru’s once-brilliant blue eyes, which used to shimmer with an unyielding light, now seem dull and lifeless, even when the golden sunlight spills over them. the sunlight, which once might have enhanced the beauty of his gaze with its warm orange tones, now only serves to highlight the emptiness that has replaced his once-sparkling eyes— it's dull, it's dull, it is fucking dull.

geto suguru's strikingly handsome face is graced with a smile, tender and achingly gentle, as though he is pouring all his effort into offering you a sliver of solace. his lips tremble with a subtle quiver, betraying the deep sadness that lingers beneath his calm exterior. his once-vibrant purple irises have dimmed, their former brilliance faded to a shadow of their former selves.

you fear that they might darken further, losing their hue altogether, slipping into a void of despair where even color seems to vanish. the sight of his sorrowful eyes, so devoid of their usual spark, reflects a profound sadness that pierces the heart, a silent testament to the emotional toll of the moment.

oh, what i have done. . .’ you thought.

“don't, please don't,” gojo pleads, his voice trembling as he clasps your unharmed hand with a desperate grip. his blindfold has been removed, revealing eyes that are filled with raw, unfiltered emotion as he gazes at you. beside him, geto's hand rests gently at the back of your head, his touch tender and soothing. he caresses your hair with a featherlight motion, his thumb brushing softly over your scalp.

“we are so sorry for taking you for granted,” he murmurs, the words heavy with regret and sorrow. “we are sorry for offering you only a lukewarm love, when you deserved a love that was fierce and all-consuming, a love that burned brightly and fiercely. i'm sorry,” his voice wavers, each word an echo of their deep remorse, as they both grapple with the weight of their unspoken apologies and the profound realization of what they failed to give you.

they do not seek to question why your soul bleeds, nor do they dare to unravel the dark tapestry of your pain. the blood, flowing with a steady, silent, and disturbingly deliberate pace, engulfs you in its relentless embrace. it seeps into every corner of your being, a somber tide that threatens to consume you entirely.

they find themselves unable to confront this harrowing reality, their hearts too burdened to bear the weight of such a painful inquiry. the sight of your suffering leaves them paralyzed, unable to utter the questions that linger in their minds, as they grapple with the profound helplessness of watching you slowly succumb to the encroaching shadows.

“i love you, baby,” gojo whispers, “i'm sorry that you're in so much pain so to think death is the only salvation,” he stopped for a second, cocooning your hand with his large one before resting his cheek against. “i'm sorry i didn't notice your rage for the world and too busy loving you. does my love scare you, love? that's why you decided to leave, hm?” his voice shaking, lips quivering.

“if you are angry, stab me a little so you can feel better, make it hurt, i don't care. a little suffering would be worth it if it's by your hands, by your pretty little hands,” he murmured against your skin, his breath a warm whisper that sent shivers across your body. each word was a soft plea, wrapped in a tone that trembled with both desperation and tenderness.

his trembling lips pressed gently against your hand, each kissing a fleeting starburst of warmth against your cool skin. him— no they, stood ready to endure your pain, inviting you to inflict upon them the hurt you felt.

they stand poised to let you sink your teeth into them, to delve into their very flesh. to let you open them up, laid bare and vulnerable, just to offer you a chance to heal. just so they can love you a little too much, starving even— like a flesh begging to be knitting together over a wound. ruin me, ruin us, and we will let you.

“i love you, i love you, i love you,” he gave you stars in each between. they fucking love you like a rotten dog. “believe me when i said this. . . there are so many kisses to have, soul and bone for you to crash and swear that how stars are born, so please. . ., believe me, you have to believe me,” he cries, holding your hands, begging for you to love him— love him enough to stay, “we love you.”

he finally said we’ geto thought.

at first glance, people might assume that geto suguru’s love for you surpasses that of gojo satoru, that his love is somehow greater. yet, the truth remains that it has always been gojo satoru who harbors the most profound and boundless love for you from the very beginning. his love is vast, immense, and utterly astonishing, stretching beyond the horizons of understanding.

gojo’s devotion is a vast expanse, a love so deep and wide that it seems to defy the very limits of emotion. even geto suguru, who himself is capable of immense love, finds himself awestruck and somewhat intimidated by the sheer magnitude of gojo’s feelings. no one can truly grasp the depth of gojo’s love—not even gojo himself—such is the overwhelming, almost incomprehensible nature of his heart’s boundless devotion to you.

and sometimes it scares the shit out of geto.

but maybe, just maybe, they have a little too much love for you more than for each other, even more than for themselves— as if you make a space in their ribs, and call it home country.

30 HOUR AFTER YOU TRY TO KILL YOURSELF

geto stirred from a restless sleep, his head resting gently against your hospital bed, nestled close to your side. as he slowly opened his eyes, he was met with the soft, gentle sight of you gazing at him, a faint, tender smile gracing your lips. the serene moment, bathed in the quiet of the hospital room, brought a flicker of warmth to his weary heart, a small but profound comfort amid the lingering shadows of their shared sorrow.

“hey sunshine,” geto whispered in a hoarse croak, reaching a hand to brush your hair away from your face, “how long have you been awake?”

“long enough to notice the dark circles under your eyes and the tear stains on your cheeks,” you replied softly, your fingers brushing gently against his cheek, your thumb tenderly caressing the worn skin. geto hummed, his hand capturing yours and guiding your palm to his lips, where he planted a gentle kiss.

the touch of your skin was like a salve, soothing the ache in his weary soul. he chuckled weakly. his eyes were tired and his skin pale, but your touch made him feel alive. “you’re too observant for your own good,” he teased, his lips curving into a weary smile.

geto shifted in his chair, wincing slightly as his body protested the movement. he settled into a more comfortable position, still holding your hand in his, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of your knuckles.

he studied your face, taking in every detail, from the delicate flutter of your eyelashes to the subtle flush in your cheeks. the sight of you, even in this vulnerable state, filled his heart with a mixture of tenderness and protectiveness.

“how are you feeling?” he asked, his voice low and gentle, his gaze fixed on your face. he knew it was a question he had asked before, but he couldn’t help himself. he needed to hear you speak, hear your voice, just to reassure himself that you were still with him.

“like shit,” you answer.

your hand is still gently cupping his cheek, thumb running low across his skin in a loving manner. at your blunt response, geto's lip curled into a soft smile. even in your weakened state, you still had a defiant spark.

he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the sensation. “i thought we agreed no profanity,” he teased, his voice laced with affectionate humor, opening his eyes to meet your gaze. he turned his head slightly, his lips brushing against the palm of your hand in a tender kiss.

“you’ve always been a bad influence on me,” he murmured against your skin, his breath warm and ticklish. he chuckled softly, his eyes softening as he studied your face.

he took a moment to compose his words, his expression growing serious. “there was a moment,” he began, his voice a hoarse whisper, “a moment when i thought i lost you.”

your smile faltered, and your eyes softened with concern as you listened to the gravity in his voice. you reached up to gently touch his cheek again, your thumb brushing away the remnants of his sadness.

“i’m here now,” you whispered, your voice steady but filled with warmth. “you haven’t lost me.” you looked deeply into his eyes, trying to convey with your gaze the depth of your presence and the promise of your unwavering support. “and i’m not going anywhere,” you added softly, hoping to soothe the lingering fear in his heart.

his hand covers yours, holding it against his cheek as he closes his eyes, relishing in your soothing touch. for a moment, he just allows himself to bask in your presence, letting the warmth and comfort wash over him.

“i was afraid i wouldn’t get to hear you say that,” he murmured, his voice growing thicker with emotion. he opened his eyes, the raw vulnerability in his gaze bared to you, his heart laid bare.

your heart ached at the sight of his vulnerability. you gently squeezed his hand, your voice trembling with sincerity as you spoke. “i’m so sorry,” you said softly, your eyes filled with compassion.

geto’s thumb traced gentle, small circles on the back of your hand. “you have nothing to apologize for,” he assured you, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. “it was my responsibility to keep you safe, and i failed.”

the guilt and regret in his voice were palpable, the weight of his self-imposed responsibility clear. he lowered his gaze, wrestling with emotions that were etched deeply into every line of his weary face.

he lifted your hand from his cheek, bringing it to his lips and pressing a lingering kiss against your knuckles, his gaze never leaving yours. “i just need you to know how much you mean to me,” he added, his voice cracking slightly. his grip on your hand tightened, as if he was holding onto you for dear life.

geto’s lips continued to brush against your knuckles as he spoke, soft and gentle. his eyes held yours captive, the depth of his affection bared for you to see.

“you are my everything,” he confessed, his voice hoarse with the weight of his honesty. “the thought of losing you, of living in a world where you don’t exist…” he trailed off, a pained expression crossing his features. he was torn between the love that engulfed his heart and the fear that threatened to consume him.

geto drew in a shaky breath, composing himself as best he could. he lifted his gaze from your hand, meeting your eyes once again. his expression held a mixture of love and devotion, but also a hint of desperation.

“i need you to know that no matter what, i will do everything in my power to protect you,” he vowed, his voice steady despite the turbulent emotions raging within him. “not just because it’s my duty, but because i love you more than i thought it was possible to love someone.”

you met his gaze with a warm, reassuring smile, the depth of your gratitude shining through. “thank you,” you said softly, your voice imbued with genuine appreciation. your smile was a reflection of the profound comfort and reassurance you felt, a silent promise to stand together through whatever lay ahead.

geto’s eyes softened at your smile, a flicker of relief passing over his weary face. he squeezed your hand gently, his touch both appreciative and protective.

he studied your face for a moment, his gaze lingering on each contour, each freckle and line, as if to further commit them to memory. “don’t scare me like that again,” he murmured, mostly in jest, but with an underlying current of seriousness.

gojo entered the room, his expression a mix of relief and lingering concern as he carried a bag of your belongings. upon seeing the tender moment between you and geto, his eyes softened, though they carried a hint of the exhaustion and worry that had shadowed him. he set the bag down and approached, took a sit at the edge on the other side of your bed, his voice catching slightly as he spoke.

“don’t scare me like that again too,” he said, his tone gentle but tinged with the weight of his emotions. his gaze met yours with a blend of earnestness and relief. “i know suguru’s been holding on tight, but i’ve been right here, too. seeing you like this... it’s been hard on all of us. please, don't leave us.” his words were a heartfelt plea, an echo of the concern and love he carried for you, a testament to the depth of his feelings and the strength of his devotion.

geto’s grip on your hand tightened momentarily at the sound of gojo’s voice, his eyes darting towards his best friend. he could hear the exhaustion and worry that laced gojo’s words and knew all-too-well the weight of the responsibility they shared.

he turned his gaze back to you, his expression a mix of worry and relief. his thumb resumed its gentle, soothing circles on the back of your hand. “yeah,” he said in agreement, his voice gruff with emotion. “please, don’t scare us like that again.”

gojo’s presence brought with it a sense of familiarity, a comfort that was both grounding and reassuring. he reached out and placed a gentle hand on your arm, his touch a silent expression of his affection and concern.

he studied your face, his eyes tracing every contour, every line, as if to commit the sight to memory. “how are you feeling?” he asked, his voice softer now, though still tinged with worry. “i wanna say like shit but suguru said no profanity,” you puff a little chuckle.

geto gives a little scoff at your comment, his expression laced with a mixture of annoyance and affection. he rolls his eyes playfully and mutters, “you’re such a bad influence.”

gojo’s lips curled into a small smirk before he turned his gaze back to you, the lines around his eyes creasing with a mix of amusement and relief. “can’t have you talking like that,” he teased, his words light but carrying a hint of genuine concern.

gojo studying your face carefully before speaking ever so softly, “well, apart from the obviously crappy mood geto’s been in, you look good. your color is better.” he noticed a faint crimson crushed on your cheeks, a little pink on your lips.

he reached his hand out to smooth a strand of hair away from your forehead, his touch light and tender. his gaze wandered from your face to where geto still held your hand, his eyes reflecting a subtle hint of appreciation.

geto watched gojo's gentle touch, his grip on your hand unconsciously tightening a little bit in response. his expression was a mixture of protectiveness and vulnerability, his eyes betraying the fear and worry that still tugged at his heart.

he took the moment to observe the soft interplay of emotions between you and gojo, the easy familiarity and the deep bond that existed between you all. he could sense the weight of gojo's concern as he studied your face, the care and attention in his touch.

gojo's voice was soft as he continued, his gaze still fixed on your face. “so, how are you feeling, for real?” he asked, his tone a gentle echo of geto's earlier question. “any pain? any discomfort?”

geto looked at you, his eyes silently pleading for you to be honest. he was hanging off your every word, each response a small insight into your well-being.

you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their concern pressing down on you. meeting gojo’s gentle gaze and then turning to geto’s silent plea, you spoke with a mixture of remorse and honesty. “i’m sorry,” you began, your voice trembling slightly. “i’m sorry for how i handled things. i know i should have talked to you both, but i didn’t—i tried to take matters into my own hands without thinking it through first.”

your eyes reflected a deep sense of shame and regret as you continued. “i actually feel like absolute shit right now, and i’m ashamed of myself for thinking i could find a quick solution without considering the impact it would have on you both.” you looked at them, hoping your words conveyed the depth of your remorse and the sincerity of your apology, wanting them to understand that your actions were not a reflection of your feelings for them, but rather a moment of misguided desperation.

gojo's expression softened with understanding, his eyes filled with compassion. he knew the weight of your words, the regret and shame that clung to them. he reached his hand back to your arm, his touch gentle and reassuring.

geto's gaze was a mix of surprise and relief as he processed your apology. his hand around yours tightened slightly, his thumb tracing reassuring circles on your skin. “it's okay,” he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. “we all have moments of weakness. what matters is that you're here, safe and alive.”

you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you at their responses, their understanding and compassion a balm to your wounded spirit. “thank you,” you said softly, your voice thick with emotion. “thank you for not being angry with me and for not questioning me right away. i know i made a terrible mistake, and i’m grateful you’re here, supporting me instead of condemning me.”

geto's grip on your hand tightened slightly, his eyes filled with a complex mixture of emotions— relief, love, and a hint of lingering fear. he shook his head gently, a reassuring smile on his lips.

gojo chuckled softly, his eyes filled with a mixture of compassion and playfulness. “we can save the anger and lecturing for when you’re not looking so terrible,” he joked, a wry smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “and trust me, baby, i had a lot of choice colorful words for you when the right time comes,” he lean in to kiss your forehead, “but right now, we just trying to be here for you.”

geto nodded in agreement, his grip on your hand still tight. he couldn’t help but roll his eyes a bit at gojo's playfulness, but there was a hint of fondness beneath the feigned annoyance.

he leaned in, reaching out with his other hand to gently brush a strand of hair off your forehead. “you are a stubborn, reckless, and stubborn pain in the ass,” he scolded lightly, his tone a soft but affectionate mix.

gojo chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners with humor. he settled himself closer, his hand still resting lightly on your arm. “he's right, you know,” he chimed in, his smile wide. “you're very good at pushing our buttons and getting under our skin.”

geto's lips curled into a small smile, his expression a mixture of feigned anger and affection. “and you're even better at making us worry,” he added, his tone light but underlined with the gravity of their concern. “but we care about you more than anything,” he added, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “so you better not do something like that again, you hear me?” his voice held a hint of authority, but mostly it was filled with love and concern.

geto's smile grew a bit wider, his eyes crinkling endearingly at the corners. “yeah,” he said, his voice firm. “you better listen. we don’t need anymore of these near-death experiences from you.”

gojo chimed in enthusiastically, leaning in a bit closer. “yeah, cause let me tell you, i can’t handle any more gray hairs than i already have.”

geto's grip on your hand tightened again, his expression a mix of sternness and vulnerability. he looked at you intently, his gaze locking with yours. “he's right,” he echoed, his voice firm but filled with warmth and care. “no more reckless decisions. no more putting yourself in danger. you hear us, my love?”

gojo nodded in agreement, his expression serious but eyes softened with concern. he added, “yeah, we can't keep having our hearts in our throats like this. it's not good for our health, you know.” geto's hand caressed your arm gently, a silent plea for your understanding. “we just want you safe and sound. that’s all we ask.”

a hint of vulnerability flashed across geto's face, his expression betraying the weight of his words. he locked eyes with you, his gaze filled with a mixture of pleading and sincerity.

“we just want to know that you're safe,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “that you're not recklessly endangering yourself anymore.”

gojo leaned in closer, his hand resting on your arm lightly. “we can't bear the thought of something happening to you again,” he chimed in, his tone carrying an undercurrent of worry.

they continued to exchange tender words and earnest pleas, their voices overlapping in a chorus of concern and affection. each spoke fervently about their love and the lengths they would go to ensure your safety and happiness. their words, though filled with their own fears and frustrations, were underscored by a deep, unwavering care for you.

as you watched them, a soft smile touched your lips. their earnest devotion, their refusal to let you face this alone, filled you with a profound sense of comfort and gratitude. you could see their love in every gesture and hear it in every word, and it warmed your heart. despite the gravity of the situation, their caring presence made you feel cherished and supported, giving you strength even in the midst of your own turmoil.

after a few moments of their heartfelt declarations, the room fell into a short silence, the weight of their words lingering in the air.

gojo ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of nervous energy. “and just so you know, suguru here basically took a week off work to sit by your bedside like a damn watchdog, he even almost made the rainbow dragon eat gakuganji because that fucker won't let him leave.” geto, caught off guard by the sudden revelation, flushed faintly and shot a glare at gojo.

geto, taken aback, shot a sharp look at gojo before retort, “you clearly about to hollow purple the higher-ups and the entire school because they won't let you stay here with her.” gojo's expression darkened for a moment, “you know i would do it in a heartbeat, if i could.” geto's grip on your hand tightened, his gaze still fixed on gojo. “i know you would. and i'd be right there with you.”

gojo and geto turned their attention back to you when they heard your soft chuckling, their expressions a mix of relief and amusement at hearing you laugh.

gojo chuckled as well, “you find that funny, huh?” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. geto rolled his eyes a bit, but his own smile betrayed his true feelings. he couldn't stay serious when you laughed. “just the thought of us going rogue and taking down the entire school system for you is amusing, i guess,” he said, his tone laced with sarcasm.

you hummed in satisfaction, “they are shit anyway.” a gentle smile lingering on your pale lips.

gojo chuckled warmly, his eyes sparkling at your comment. “ah, and there’s that signature wit of yours coming back.”

geto, still feigning annoyance but struggling to hide a grin, shook his head slightly. “still as blunt and unfiltered as ever,” he said, his eyes soft.

you glances at both of them, the comforting silence lingering between you, and with a tender smile, you mouthed softly, “i love you.” your cheeks flushed a delicate crimson beneath your pale complexion as you kissed their cheek.

gojo and geto exchanged a brief glance at your sweet words and soft kisses, their hearts swelling with warmth and love. gojo's hand reached out to stroke your hair, his touch gentle and loving. “we love you too,” he said softly.

geto's smile widened as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “always,” he breathed, his voice filled with tenderness.

the thought of you coming back to them is warm.

TAGLIST :

@junni-berry @fortunatelyfurrygiver @soraya-daydreams @diorzs @dancing--devils @iloveboysinred @bounie1 @nina3871 @ohnotheusernameisbroken

[kyri45]

Your art and Bio Parent AU make me so happy I just ASDGTFGHHHGBHHHHHHFTHFGHH *Screaming, crying, foaming at the mouth.*

All of the fluff, the angst, the drama? I need a reality show ASAP!

On a side note, how do you think Wukong and Macaque would react to suddenly being MK's only present parents/mentors for whatever reason? Like maybe something happens with the celestial realm and the monkies have to keep their distance from the mortals for a long ass time, no contact, no nothing.

Just Wukong's Season 2 roadtrip, but for the whole family.

Oooh I had actually this whole thing in mind where, IF MK immortal, after like 150 years, since a lot of people in MK life died and he went like in a depressed state, Wukong and Mac decide to bring him with them in a JTTW sequel, kind of a family trip around the world of demons and celestial realms, to open more MK to the culture of this part of his nature, and to make him try to find more connections along other immortals as well

[arinzu]

Can you do Blue Lock Itoshi brothers and little sister reader? The reader has always had a good relationship with her brothers, but when Sae went to and came back from Spain, everything changed. On the day when Sae crushed Rin's dream, Sae also said very hurtful things to his little sister, and he left. When the reader tried to reach out to Rin, he also said hurtful things to her and avoided her. Before he went to Blue Lock, he just ignored her. All of these things made the reader very depressed; she went from a happy girl to a depressed one. She needed her brothers so much, but they are not hers for her. After growing up, the reader remembered that she still has her own life and dreams. She knows that she doesn't need her big brothers, and she should focus on her happiness now. So she made a decision to cut her big brothers out of her life completely. She blocked them and deleted their numbers from everything. After she made sure that they could never reach her, she moved to another country, which is very far from Japan. The reader is now going to start her new life, and she will never forgive her big brothers. When Sae and Rin found out that their little sister moved somewhere far and she cut them from contact, they panicked but couldn't reach her.

Part 1 l part 2

this is a great plot, I might mess up on this so if you don't like it you can request another fellow creator to make this amazing idea!

��Broken bond between siblings��

Summary : Being the youngest sibling of the itoshi family is sounds like a dream come true to most. Two brothers by your side at all times, both are athletes, well built and popular.

No ships! everything is platonic, angst, this is very messy (bcus the internet kept cutting of since they were a thunderstrom) so i apologize for that, isekai'd reader!

Credits to the owners of the dividers! this fanfic style is from @chateaaa

Note : reader is a year younger than rin.

Isn't that reality sounds amazing? the youngest itoshi sibling in the family, but what they didn't know was that you were isekai'd to this reality.

You were a genius in your previous life, a prodigy, someone who invented a gadget that change the course of humanity.

𝐀 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞…

But before you could ever finish the last few pieces of the machine, you were poisoned by your very own lover...

"What have you done..!?" you choked out holding your neck, as your mouth began to foam.

"It's just business, love" your lover... no the person who betrayed you said in a calm voice.

"but don't worry your invention won't to go waste" you saw their wicked smirk, but before you ever replied the poison started to take its course.

You felt your insides burning up, it was worse than you having your period. It hurts like hell... You succumbed little by little to the darkness and passed at only the age of 27 by your very own lover.

You felt yourself falling and there seem to have to end.

The experience was like falling down a cliff, but what you see was all the memories you had in this life.

Hours have gone by, you were still falling down. until you finally felt stop with a loud thud.

After that was a long pause.

You tried to open your eyes to no avail, nothing seems to be in your control, your sight was pure darkness, yet you could still hear some soft murmurs.

Trying to scream but the only thing you heard was a loud cry of a baby, screaming again the ending was still the same, a loud cry of a baby.

Using your brain you figured you reincarnated as someone, but who...?

You stop trying to scream to try to figure out where were you.

"お兄ちゃん、妹また泣いてた..." said an familiar voice, wait was that itoshi rin from blue lock?

"それはあなたが彼女を間違って運ぶからです、リン" Said another voice which you recognize was sae itoshi.

Translation! : (i use google to translate it!)

"お兄ちゃん、妹また泣いてた" = "Brother, little sister was crying..."

"それはあなたが彼女を間違って運ぶからです、リン" = "Its because your holding her wrong, rin."

You left yourself leaving a spot and going to another, unlucky for you, in all of your experience of being a genius you have no clue what they were speaking.

You felt yourself being rock in one's arm which you assume was sae's, and began to sleep.

Timeskip to where you were 10 years old!

You finally got to learn Japanese while also started to learn your native language on the side.

Sae's is leaving for Spain, you and your brothers got along well you still hid the fact you were isekai'd to this universe very well.

Other than skipping a grade or two... You couldn't hide the fact you were more intelligence than the rest of the pupils. Due to this you were enrolled in a special education school for prodigies such as your self once you finish with elementary.

You are currently in your last year of elementary, next year you will start junior high.

You obviously took advantage of the fact you were in an anime/manga you watch/read.

Since the series of the blue lock ended a long time ago, you re-read the manga and re-watch the anime. Looks like being fan of blue lock really paid off.

You easily won their favors, that made them involved you in parts that the series didn't mention. You played your cards carefully to not affect the main storyline, or else the Butterfly effect will happen

If you are not familiar with the butterfly effect : is it basically when you disrupt the plot, may it be the reader getting together with one of the main characters, that will end up in having a timeline not included in the previous plot.

Standing at the airport as you see sae wave goodbye with a smile not daring to speak.

"Good luck, sae!" mrs. itoshi said as she smiled.

"Take care of your health!" you hear mr. itoshi said.

Looking to your side you saw rin with a neutral expression that turned into happy expression you re-call his words and repeated in your head.

"Nii-chan, Have a safe trip!" you hear rin said with a smile, but surprisingly you heard something that wasn't added in the manga.

"Me and sis will be waiting for your return" you stood there looking dumb founded. something like that will cause something that wasn't in the manga.

"yeah yeah i know, see ya." you hear sae say, "Im off to be the best in the world." sae added and you stay silent.

Trying your best to stay happy you wave goodbye to his leaving figure. You know well that as small as a sentence that may disturb the plot and change the course.

As you guys start heading back to the vehicle, you were silently wondering what to do now. You were spending too much time with them, you know well small problems with end up being messy for you to clean up once you leave it alone.

You just hope that that this butterfly effect won't affect the storyline.

Rin called out to you loudly "(reader)! what lukewarm thing are you thinking now?" you stop daydreaming and look to his direction.

He added once he realizes you noticed him. "Stop standing there and just get inside the car"

You nodded and started to to enter the car, trying to relax your mind by talking with rin for the majority of the ride back home.

At least that cleared your mind up for a while.

You can't help but remember what happened to sae when he was in Spain whenever rin mention him. poor dude. You wanted to warn him but that might end up disturb the his character development.

4 years have passed since sae left for spain.

Not much have change, rin was still practicing his football to be the best in the world with his brother.

The relationship between you and his improve over football since you have some small but effective tips to help him improve his skills... Right? your quite sure that you hadn't change the plot.

You were a good sister, you tried your best. So why...?

.

Mrs. Itoshi ask you to get rin since it was getting late, getting your jacket since it was winter. You wondered if this time will be the day sae will come back from spain.

You doubt as you opened the front door and started walking. You thought many times before that sae will come back, but it was just a false alarm so you try to not involve yourself this time of month.

Step...

Step..

Step.

'Oh, its snowing. didn't see this on the news' You thought as you started walking faster.

Observing the place you were walking at, 'peace' something you hadn't have in your previous life all you did was work work work...

You always to make the best version of humanity, neglecting yourself all for the sake to make humanity one step closer to being in the most advance era.

Looking back, you noticed how dumb but you were happy, right?. If you had a chance you'll go back and convince yourself to take a break every now and then.

Maybe because of that you wouldn't have died? Your mind wonder off... to the time you died, Oh yeah your time travel machine... you completely forgot that, maybe you can make here in this life.

Humming slightly you quit focusing in your previous life, this is a life that you can finally make the time-travel machine you'll always wanted. You instead started focusing to get to rin in time for dinner.

...

You finally reach your destination, seeing two figures. Your heart drop, is this actually happening? and your in the middle of it.

Trying to back away before they noticed you, sae noticed you and you froze. He approach you steadily taking note of your appreance.

Both of you were in a stalemate, you move one wrong move the plot might change all because of a Butterfly effect.

Playing dumb you greeted him with a smile, looking to the side

"Sae-nii, how are you, have you become the best in the world?" You asked taking in his expression, it was just like in the manga.

"No, not yet atleast" He gave a short response and was started to leave, but suddenly you felt this weird sensation. You couldn't seem to control your body anymore.

"Sae-nii have you done something?" You heard yourself question him but you already knew the answer.

"Hm, what to do mean?" sae asked trying to clarify your question

"What did you do with rin?" you clarified your question not trying to blow your cover.

"I gave him a reality check, he. is. weak. both mentally and physically"

You felt your body tense up, you seems to know what's gonna come out of your mouth, as you predicted you started defending him.

"what!? he just literally won a match-"

"The match was mediocre at best, it wasn't a competition." Sae added as he started to glare at you.

"But he still won!" you replied.

"Didn't you hear it (reader)? it was mediocre, even a kid in Germany can beat them." he continued speaking not letting you reply "Japan makes shit strikers, that's a fact"

"Rin and you could be the best in Japan, but face it, you both will never be the best in the world if you have the same mindset Japan has given you both." he gave a sigh and started talking again.

"You may think that your someone special in my life, but no your not. Your an eyesore, pathetic excuse of a sister."

"You don't even play football, your not worth anything, your useless, without football i can't believe your my sister i feel disgusted"

"thinking of you always makes me wanna vomit"

"Don't fucking contact me (reader)"

You start feeling yourself tear up but you manage stop yourself just in the nick of time, 'Is this what rin felt like after sae broke their dreams?'. This is a mess, you never thought your ever gonna felt this bad.

Looking at the side after sae left you saw rin still at the ground looking as traumatize as ever. You stared at him trying to think of a way to console him.

But before you could console him, he blew up like a bomb.

"I fucking knew it..." rin said clenching the ground beneath him, "You always felt weird, i didn't know what is it at first."

"But know that piece of shit opened my eyes, i know that feeling now. Disgust."

"Sae was right about one thing, your someone who disgust us both. I'm surprise that i didn't notice that feeling sooner"

"We're both weak and pathetic, but something is making us different from eachother" Rin said as he saw your shock expression.

"I don't revolve around peace like you do, i don't shut my room to study for some important science project for my elite school"

"I live for destruction, something you will never understand. I'm absolutely disgusted to call you my sister" Rin admitted all of this in a matter of minutes, leaving you more heartbroken than before.

.

You watch him stand up and leave you standing there.

Once he left your tears finally started forming, you could only do much by stopping your tears forming whilst rin was saying what he thought of you.

You clench your fist into a ball, feeling so much emotions at once. You wanted to punch the air but you might look crazy, you question yourself.

If this was all worth it, having yourself be beat down to a plump just because you decided to come and get rin.

You started regret going all the way here just to get rin, and now you got your heart-broken by two characters you read in the manga. How unlucky you are.

Getting betrayed once again. Not once but twice in a single night by two brothers. Getting up again you started to walk back to the place you call home.

1 year after than incident

You were not the once happy and bubbly person you were, you start questing yourself and not in a good and healthy way. their hurtful words clings to you like a bug.

You can't get rid of the fact they felt disgusted by your presence, you buried yourself in your schoolwork to skip a grade or two to go to collage.

Occasionally you will try to fix your relationship for the sake of the storyline (and your mental health). Sae just ignores for texts trying to re-connect, while rin just gave you the cold shoulder.

You tried one last time once rin had to leave for blue lock.

"uhm... hey rin?" you awkwardly called out to him as he was about to leave the house.

"What is it?" He asked not bothering to turn his head to look at you.

"I just wanna say goodbye... and good luck on your journey." You stated.

"Thanks i guess, well i got to get going now." He replied as he leaves.

Watching him leave without a second thought, today will be the start of the blue lock program. Almost 15 years you've been in this universe.

You mind starts to wonder off as you watch him walking towards the train station a few blocks away. You've been so focus on trying to mend that you started to neglect yourself again, the same mistake you made in your past life.

Thought after thought, you came to a decision to move on from them.

They didn't want you in their lives so you wouldn't push it any further, the easiest way to ignore them is to block them.

You're pretty sure that this decision was harsh, but it wasn't that harsh though when they said that winter night.

He was right you all just wanted peace.

You went inside the and quickly got inside your room, the decision you made might be irrational and might make you regret it later on.

But all you wanted now is a place where's there is peace, something that can later on give you happiness in this life.

Getting your phone you started to block all of the itoshi brothers media on all apps you know they had. It wasn't much so you manage to do it in a couple of minutes.

You let a sigh of relief, you know damn well you will regret it near future.

...

You saved up for you collage to go study abroad in your country before this. It took awhile but at least you got a scholar, you really didn't care what they think you since you were finally free.

You manage to make the time machine here in this life at age 23, even if you died atleast your name will be remembered on through generations as being the "lady who surpass humanity's limits"

i lost motivation here, and i cried while making the angst frfr

I forgot to add this but the poison reader consume was a poison that was makes the reader bloom. Or well throw up flowers, the pain you felt in your stomach was the flowers blooming.

Thats why the divider was a flower :D

Wsup! its the creator <3 the person that send the request didn't specifically said the ending for this amazing plot, so its decision as you the reader to carve your own path! You may or not forgive them both or one sibling, this was such a joy to make You can 100% reblog this and make your own ending, i would love to see your pov :D

[azucar-skull]

I am foaming at the mouth I need to rant about something in Feral Casey AU.

Okay so Usagi and Hana.

Usagi and Hana are the Henry and Sam of FCAU. Quite literally if you have seen TLOU HBO series. This wasn't my intention though.

I know I wanted one of the main cast to be deaf, a challenge to better myself in representation. And originally, I chose Usagi.

It was gonna be so cute. Usagi getting caught in an explosion to save Hana and then the two end up needing to rely on each other. Usagi needed her ears, and Hana needed his protection and guidance.

Then Leo and Usagi would be the ultimate disabled couple with Leo being an amputee. And they would be so fucking cute together and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--

But there was a problem.

Hana didn't have a personality.

At the time, her only personality trait was that she was dependent on Usagi and then ultimately became a rude character that I didn't want her to be. I tried to twist it as her overcoming ableism but nothing worked out.

After much debate, I made Hana the deaf character to fix her personality.

I'm not saying being deaf is a personality trait. But Hana being deaf brought out a better personality within her.

Now I have a little girl who becomes deaf in the crossfire of an explosion and her personality takes a turn. She is scared, she is lost, and she needs Usagi to be her shield. Once they finally find the Resistance and Casey Jr taught her sign language, she became more independent.

Because she had hearing beforehand, she knows of a life where sound meant something to her. And she wants it back more than anything. She gets cochlear implants and wears them all the time. Usagi is happy for her.

But then things come up. Noises became too much, she starts getting headaches, the implants become uncomfortable since she wears them ALL DAY.

She refuses to put them on one day and this is Usagi and Hana’s first fight of many.

Now, don't get me wrong, Usagi wants to be a good brother. Truly. But he doesn't understand Hana’s situation. He just assumes at first.

In this fight, Usagi and Hana go back and forth about needing the implants until Hana manages to sign why she hates them. Usagi negotiates a compromise, asking her to wear them when they are outside. The outside contains Kraang and gunfire and other things that you need to listen out for. Hana agrees.

But then things get worse.

Her hearing becomes more and more damaged and the implants needed to get upgraded again and again. She still finds them uncomfortable to wear, still gets headaches when she wears them, voices become harder to understand, and implants are very hard to come by in the apocalypse.

So one day, when she and the others are meant to be going out, she refused to wear them. Usagi and Hana fight again.

Usagi wants to keep her safe, you know? He means well. But Hana was just not having it. Her anger bubbles over as she aggressively signs her thoughts until her hands stopped making sense.

And then all she could do was scream.

Then she broke down crying.

The siblings never fought again after that. Usagi finally breaks out of his audism mindset and learns to support Hana’s choices no matter what.

We get to watch a character go from a scared, shy, dependant child turn into a stubborn-headed, strong, independent girl through the journey of accepting Deafness. This is a journey I have been building since the idea for FCAU started and I am grateful to have the support of my ASL professor (who is Deaf) who caught me drawing sketches of Hana and became invested in helping me.

And there is a reason why Usagi is so keen on his ways but I don't wanna spoil it yet. TLDR, it has to do with depression and shit. It's a whole thing that we'll get into later.

BUT THAT'S NOT ALL.

Without spoiling too much, there's going to be a particular episode about 1/4 way through the story involving Usagi and Hana’s relationship and uhh let's just say it'll make you cry.

Usagi proves himself as the loving brother that will do anything for his sister and puts her above all else.

As Hana faces a great fear that she is no longer afraid off because she knows she can handle it and knows who got her back.

Okay rant over, I am satisfied. I'm going to bed.

[whyareyouhere66]

TV - Mighty Ducks x GN Reader

“Don’t know where you are right now…did you see me on TV?”

“Maybe I, maybe I, maybe I’m the problem…”

-TV, Billie Eillish 2022

Mighty Ducks 3/Adam Banks x GN Reader

Fem or Male, I imagined it as Male but it works either way. Y/n’s sport is not specified either.

Warnings: Angst, jealousy/comparing yourself, implications of depression, might sound a bit dramatic and kinda me projecting just a wee bit , and no real implications of romance.

3-8

The other team was up by 5 points, and the score board only 3 minutes to sounding. I could see people rushing around me, eyes trained on the ball. But I was just too tired to move my legs. 

My mind was swimming, the people sat on the bleachers were screaming into my ear like fuzzy, TV static. But my brain dampened the noise, putting a soggy blanket over my ears. My eyelids were heavy, and the rim of my eyes were feeling warm and heavy like I was gonna cry;  but I wasn’t crying. 

People whiz past me again, and I turn and try pushing myself to follow them. They were getting too close to the goal; I saw them rushing towards it. But for some reason my dampened ears and brain weren’t letting me comprehend what was truly happening, only faintly reminding me that some of the staticky-screams were from my teammates yelling at me. 

The buzzer blares, overlapping with the ‘end of game’ alarm that sounds right after it and I feel my shoulders slump. 

3-9.

Next to me there’s grumbling, a few mutters to “go after it next time” as my teammates go past me. To think I’m the captain, absolute shit. 

Their condescending tones and energy are enough to shove me away, stumbling over my feet as I squeeze my eyes shut. Maybe I was crying, maybe that’s why the ground below me felt so unstable and blurry. 

I walk over the the sidelines with my head hanging low and fists clenched as one thought echoes through me;

I want to go home. 

The air in the locker room was suffocating, coach’s after-game talk doing nothing more than stirring the annoyance everyone felt. His words felt like lukewarm water against my fizzling ears, skin melting away like foam. It felt as if every look, word, glance was pointed towards me, and the ‘C’ on my jacket burning until I felt I needed to cover it; hide it away from them all in shame. 

No one spoke to me when we all poured out into the afternoon’s air, the near-empty parking lot giving plenty of space for me to duck into my car without speaking a word. 

****

“The Eden Hall Warriors, though nicknamed the “Mighty Ducks” are on the ice again as they face their neighboring school, the Brookefield Bears…” 

The TV echoes through the living room, only a portion of the screen visible to my eye as i sink further and further into the cushions of the couch. 

Scraps of food, left on my plate that now sits on the coffee table accompanied by a singular soda can. I wasn’t hungry enough to finish it.

“Player Adam Banks goes for the puck, with years of experience under his belt! Oh and boy is it showing tonight, with a slick pass to Conway…”

The familiar name makes me narrow my eyes at the tv screen, thinking back to that name. 

Adam Banks. 

I knew him, once. Back in elementary school we’d all gather together on the playground to play whatever game was most “popular” at the time. 

It’s a weird feeling, seeing this random boy from years ago suddenly on television. 

He was always talented, passionate. Sometimes I wonder if he’d recognize me, on the slight chance we’d ever see each other again. I mean, it’s not like we were best friends or anything, but when he seems to be on television as often as he is it’s hard not to think back on him. 

My head was still cloudy, from todays events. Seeing the Ducks, how they so easily glide across the ice in such a synchronized manner it really makes me wonder - what the hell have I been doing?

Todays game was not unique, the flaws to our skills showing with ease. 

What was he doing right, that I wasn’t?

I sit up, shakily moving my head away from the scratchy pillows as I analyze the game through the TV. 

It’s always easy to compare yourself to someone. Just a quick thought, able to bring all sorts of insecurities that you hadn’t thought of before. 

I never thought I’d be sitting here, in this dark, depressing living room comparing my skills to Adam Banks of all people. 

Though maybe it wasn’t all about skills. 

Maybe it was the fact that someone my age, from my town, could’ve evolved into this successful athlete in just a few years while I had no choice but to watch. 

Maybe I should be happy for him- he was always nice to me, after all. But then again comparisons are just so much easier for the envious, greedy bystanders like me. 

How does high school hockey even end up on the television? What channel am I on again?

‘-it goes in! Another point for the Ducks-‘

I groan, letting my head fall back and rest on the couch’s back. I crane my neck to look at the ceiling, unmoving fan casting a shadow on the plain white area. The announcer’s voice pricks my ears, as I try blocking him out to think. 

But as hard as I tried, the thoughts had more static to them than the TV itself. And so I tried to stop, but it didn’t go away. 

A mix of comparisons, jealousy, images from sports fails bounce around in my head until they overlapped in the most obnoxious way possible. 

That damn announcer’s voice screamed, echoing in the back of my head like a bad song being repeated over and over. 

“Oh, shut up…” I groan, hitting my hand against the pillow as a wave of exhaustion washes over me.

The thoughts fade in and out, volume turning up and down, up and down, like an echo.

 “Banks steals the puck, bringing it back up towards Brookefield’s goal-!”

God, could this guys voice be any higher in pitch…

“Mendoza follows up, he’s got the puck now!”

“He’s going for it!”

I flinch as the buzzer goes off, echoing through the speakers and wafting through the living room. 

“And there it is, folks! Yet anoth….

I roll over onto my side, loosely hugging myself as my fists unclench and my eyes squeeze shut once more.

I could hear the announcer rambling off into the microphone, people on the bleachers going wild in the background. 

It was so loud.

“Maybe I’m the problem…”

.

I let the remark hang in the room for another moment, all my thoughts suddenly going quiet. It felt like a sort of confirmation, in a way. Something agreeing with me- yes, you are, the problem.

I slowly open my eyes, letting them wander towards the screen. Hockey players in red jersey’s celebrating, skating laps around the rink. Of course. 

I move my gaze back to the scratchy pillows and couch cushions.

Maybe I was just being dramatic. After all, that is what it felt like. Such a small comparison to make, though it felt like hundreds of signs, just pointing at me. 

One final, sour laugh escapes my throat, before disappearing. “‘M definitely the problem…”

[goofyahhhhwriter]

Y/n: Why the fuck is Sasha crawling on the ceiling like something out of a horror movie?

Mikasa: Someone stole her potato.

Y/n: Okay, but that doesn’t explain why Connie is foaming from the mouth and spazzing out on the floor.

Mikasa: Connie was the one who stole her potato.

Y/n: Oh! Did Floch also steal one of her potatoes then?

*Points at Floch struggling to breath while on the ground*

Mikasa: No. Floch was just being annoying so I crushed his windpipe.

Y/n: ohhh…

———

*during sparing*

Renier: Now it’s your turn to be the villain.

Eren: And I took that personally.

————

Y/n: What are some weird things you guys ate as babies?

Eren: Newspaper.

Jean: I ate grass.

Connie: Crayons for me.

Armin: I used to chew on shoelaces.

Sasha: Wait… those are weird things to eat?

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Connie(screaming at Eren in spanish): ¡ESTÁS MALDITO IDIOTA!

Eren: SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT HE’S SAYING!

Connie: ¡TE VOY A MATAR Y LUEGO ME VOY A FOLLAR A TU MADRE!

Eren: I DON’T SPEAK TACO BELL!

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Connie(to Sasha): When I first met you, I thought you were a idiot and a loser.

Sasha: And?

Connie: I was right.

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Renier: You ever wonder if life is worth it?

Pieck: Yeah. Every time I wake up.

Connie: ha! Look at these depressed idiots!

Y/n: Connie, babe, I found a scrunched up suicide note in your room the other day.

Eren: What did the note say?

Y/n: I don’t know. I couldn’t read it because Connie has the handwriting of a toddler, but I did make out the words “Crying” and “Slay” in what I think was the same sentence, so I just assumed it was a suicide note.

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Eren: The fuck kinda last name is Kirstein?

Jean: Well it looks like your sister really liked it, because she took it.

Connie & Sasha(In the background): OHHHH!!! DAMNNN!!! HE GOT YO ASS, JEAGER

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[fantasyideas1]

quotes almat

beautiful to tears, silence and dominance of your beauty in my heart, the sweet and juicy temptation of tenderness, inevitably falls in love, it is impossible to get enough of your infinite beauty, eternity and infinity are not enough, every second the dependence on love is getting sweeter, the passion is getting stronger, your beauty seems to be dancing on the pole of my penis, brutal hard on your beauty, aggressively sexy, passionately attracted, too juicy, stands firmly, I want it for sure, jokes You love mango, I love manga Tusnyak, depressive, dull, rotten, baby, I'm a vulgar, I asked him not to invite Some creepy guy was staring all night yesterday, now the lights are off in his window, and suddenly he looks at me and jerks off with the lights off I never understood his performance ballet with a chainsaw and logs Yes, what is consensus, no, not air conditioning, no, not a pastry shop You ran after me with an ax, then you found and fucked me, before it was funny, fun, exciting, but now it’s somehow boring, you need to come up with a new role-playing sex game Eggs board the ship, open the lock of the anus, bbw in foil says it's me board the ship He doesn't change his image, disco porn movie Roast poop, fry, fry poop, roast her poop hard, it's lube, it's about anal sex Yes, the back of his head looks like a butt, as you say, two assholes My name is Zhiber, I thought it was a French name, translated from the Kazakh language it translates to let go, you slept with me now you want me to let you go Books in wrapping paper, books in prizes, as if no one has read, you open like an unboxing virgin He's the size of a giant creature, he's bigger than the city, he puts women on his dick, looks at the ugly one, shows what will do, he killed my wife I'm free from alimony, maybe he will kill the lawyer woman who robbed me, ai almost caught, about a hundred dead women on his cock, he asks for something tasty Kids run after the ice cream truck like rottweilers You need to speak out, talk heart to heart, open your soul, where is my can opener, not literally In short, I watched so many vids, it's called dreams, my son is lagging behind in development How to deal with insomnia, no hit yourself with a dumbbell, it's bad for your health He was bitten by a squirrel, his two front teeth grew like a vampire, he mumbled something about nuts, he did not successfully fall from a tree, rest in peace squirrel At a meeting with ex-wife and her female lawyer, husband screams for help for help raped, wife responds I hope you got anal lube for your wallet, you brought your legal bouncer The guy is shaking his chest, po ugaraka po ugaraka, cha cha cha, cha cha cha tyaf Her pussy is all flowing and foaming from the guy in the series, it is all flowing from below and from the eyes, girls love love series, he seems to masturbate her eyes and pussy with his appearance so that she would cry for him from above and below Will he ever fall in love again when Cupid kicks in the balls Cupid buy my don, greedy love This three-story guy is after her again, when he lifts her in his arms, her nose bleeds from the height It was you who scratched your nipple, then stimulated, then spanked, for him, scabies is like masturbation Your dick is staring at her, sticking out and wrinkling with love, you aimed your dick

Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

[yoongiblunt]

I got to see pierce the veil AND the used on Wednesday!!!

I waited 15 years to see the used after finding them on my dads work music hard drive from the club (that’s how I found mcr and most other shit I ended up being about when I was like, 8) and the fact that I was in the same room as Bert? Feral. Insane. Bonkers. There really aren’t words. The whole time I was thinking back to those YouTube fanfics of him and Gerard— which is hilarious bc I’m nearly 24 now. I held up a little thing on my phone that said “bert made me gay” and the man took one at it and gave me the stupidest smile and tapped his temple before pointing in my direction and laughing. He all but called me a fag then and there lmaooooo. A lot of the crowd wasn’t there for the used, which is real. Most of them were 16ish. But I was close enough to the stage that me absolutely foaming at the mouth and screaming every single word to their songs was definitely noticeable. Bert stayed very close to our end of the stage for most of the show.

And pierce the veil was surreal. I waited 12 years to see them. I remember sh’ing and crying and listening to them when my parents fought, which is wildly depressing, but that was my sense of control then. I remember staying up waiting for king for a day and a love like war to premiere. I remember drawing fanart of myself and Vic meeting at concerts like warped. I was prevalent enough in the quotev ffc that someone actually wrote a fic about Jaime and I having crushes on each other while both our bands played warped tour and there was this cute little scene where Vic and I were chatting while sitting in lawn chairs outside of our busses while drinking coronas??? He told me that Jaime had a crush on me and then in that same setting later in the fic Jaime and I had a smooch. It’s wild that it’s been so many years and these artists still have this impact on me??? I was literally sobbing during hold on til may and all of my friends were trying so hard to get him to pull me up on stage. He didn’t, but this girl Jessica did get pulled up and she was shaking and crying and he was holding her shoulder very carefully while their foreheads were pressed together and he sang to her. Then he gave her his guitar. It was almost made up feeling the way that they were all in front of me. I swooned over Tony hard.

I did take huge issue with the people that were in the crowd though. Without asking, boyfriends were moving their girlfriends in front of me or big groups of people were trying to elbow threw, as if I didn’t want to be there just as badly as I did. I got to the venue at Fuckin 1:15 and the show wasn’t until 5:30. The Fillmore was dogshit at setting up a line though and hadn’t even put out the gates or anything. So we had been waiting out on the steps just for them to fuck the line up so badly that people who got there at 5 were running and surging to the front.

I remember I had a little thing on my phone that was like “Tony toss me a pick” and my friend even caught him throwing them my direction on camera after I yelled his name just for this tiktoker to grab all of them and shove them in her pocket. It was obvious who they were meant for.

I tried rlly hard to not be annoyed by those things though, because it was such an important show for me.

I’m finally making baby key happy. I’m making my inner child happy. I’m experiencing things I never got to as a kid. I didn’t go to concerts or express myself. Now I’m becoming the person I want to be and doing the things I want to do.

Danielle was walking in and out of the venue and I wanted so badly to say hey to her and ask her about the baby but I didn’t want the crowd to notice her and swarm so I just stayed still. Anthony Tran came and took pictures of the people next to me and it was obvious they didn’t realize who he was either. So I stayed quiet. But inside I was losing my Fuckin mind.

We also accidentally parked right next to ptv’s bus??? It wasn’t like, intentional. We managed to find really good venue side parking and we kind of debated on whose bus that would even be because there were 4 of them but we didn’t linger. After the show I noticed a little crowd and I wanted to hang around but I was also trying to figure out where my friend was, so not 10 feet away from me the crowd of like 6 people walks away and I figure security told em to fuck off. Turns out Vic popped out and hung out with them for a sec. Right beside me. And I didn’t notice. But my hair is the absurdly bright red so I’m sure he saw me. I cannot bELIEVE

Anyway, it took everything in me to not buy tickets to see them in Atlanta on Tuesday just bc I am still not over this show. I am thinking about trying to see them in Texas though if money permits

[alyosiuscreightonward]

Dear Diary.

Well it happened as I predicted. 5-0 showed up and they scattered in the wind.

Let’s start with some facts about this. First was Benitez. I know she probably, most likely, provoked him and she then became a “victim” of domestic violence. That was September 2020. I’m not sure what exactly happened but Benitez has not been seen nor heard from since then.

I thought she was doing well enough for a child of emotional and verbal abuse from her parents. They a mess.

Then she meets this current Hobosexual (a literal Hobo who she has sex with), he’ll be referred to as Moray (slippery as an eel).

I’m not sure how long they were going on about their lives, but it came to a head. They had been bickering for some time and as usual she went there with him and probably, most likely, used a few choice words and phrases that set him off. Outside of a local coffee shop, as she was on a FaceTime call with her mother talking about her father’s death and the details of the funeral.

He flipped the fuck out and proceeded to pummel her. He then went to her car and busted out all six windows on her car. She called me and I came to her rescue. I couldn’t believe how she resolved and the funeral went off without a hitch. I later learned that she had gone to 5-0 and shit went down. The end result was Moray went to jail. So, I thought it was all good in the hood. Moray then wrote her a letter saying that he was “sorry” and lots of “apologies.” She was on speaker with another person and the three of discussed it and I said, “Fuck NO!!”

Having been in a emotionally abusive relationship, nope. My Ex, he’s dead and he told everyone that I was the impetus of his ill health. Like I caused him to be diagnosed with atrial fibrillation and he eventually had a pacemaker inserted. When I did leave him, he then was diagnosed with diabetes, sleep apnea and a myriad of other issues, but I was the sole reason he was in poor health. As if I was Samantha Stevens and I could crinkle my nose and POOF! Oh. Child. Please. Take several seats. Though in retrospect, I was to be Jeannie and call him, “Master.” Again. OCP. Excuse me, but exactly who has that kind of power?

I have a certain empathy streak in me where I absorb other people’s energy and on top of that I’m a person who has been diagnosed with Bipolar Depression, Anxiety and I have severe bouts of Hypomania. I can go from being a nice normal person to a person who can verbally abuse someone else to the point where they are crying and then I’ll be crying a moment later and then I wallow in my feelings for days. It can get pretty bad sometimes where I can lose weight, between five to ten pounds, without batting an eye. It has gotten really bad that I end up living in a landfill. I mean that in all its connotations.

I learned that Moray had access to an iPad which was provided to him by the Department of Corrections. He used that device to talk to her. I was so fucking appalled and disappointed, furious…

(sorry but I got distracted and eventually went to bed)

What happened next? The day he was released from jail, she was there to bring him back to our home. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??!!

I made a point to express myself. I told my truth.

(sorry got distracted)

I said very succinctly that I was in fear. Living in fear. It’s bad. I’d go to bed fully dressed. Shoes, etc., all right there and ready to go at the same time. Blink your eyes and grab my shit, the dogs and I’m gone. Then I’d picture myself in the car, crying and driving away and blaming myself for everything. Though I know in my heart that I’m not the one who made this decision.

From what I understand it all started with a coffee order that was not correct. A pretentious order: half caff, 2 pumps, sugar free, no foam, hot with room. I mean, c’mon now. Keep it simple. Large Hot Extra Extra. Venti Latte. But I’m not that special.

When I got home, sniping, bickering and screaming. The next thing I saw was she was standing on the bed kicking him in the face. Both were saying, “It’s on video.”

FUCK!!! I just now learned that she may be bringing him back here.

[loosesodamarble]

SCREAMING AND CRYING AND FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AND PUNCHING THE FREAKING HEAVENS! AKSHFAUHAIETHIUAEHT! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I CANNOT TAKE THIS!

Fuegoleon is in panic mode because the world as he knows it is being threatened! His happy future with Solara and their kids is being threatened! Hope and joy and safety would be gone! KHGAEITUAEHT! AAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH!

The way the prose shows his worry and fear. How he's so focused on making sure that Solara, in that moment, was alright! 😭

Laura, girl, why are you doing this to my heart?! 😭😭😭 KDAhiutahst! 😭

But then... Fuegoleon gives himself a moment to pause. To assess that Solara is alive by the feel of her mana. And he's considering the options, few though they may be. And he decides on something that he doesn't like. But it's the choice he feels is the best.

Staaaahhhhhpt! Stop is with the soft fluffy imagery! Of the things Fue is trying to protect! IT MAKES IT HARDER!/lh

And right when Fue enters, Solara is there, showing her own concern. Though it's a confused concern... Aaaaaahhhhh! 😰

Solara, honey, maybe you shouldn't know... The stress it would cause... Think of the babies...

Kfhaisurt! Fuegoleon thinking about his lowest moments. How there've been times, now including meeting Lucius, when Fue was unable to do anything. Hnnnnnggggghhhhh!

The place Fuegoleon goes to mentally... He's really out of it. But it's his mind finding a second of serenity because the choice he's making (though he's kinda making the choice for Solara too so... 😬) will keep her safe if all goes well.

It was pained, but in the decision, there was relief too.

STOP THAT! STOP THAT RIGHT NOW! 😭 I'm dying here, Laura! Kafhasiruth!

Even the kids are kicking and fighting the decision akdshasituhsrt! They're mad that daddy is telling them and mommy to go away! Hksjdhasiurthasrth!

LOVE DOESN'T NEED TO BE EARNED BUT THEY FOUGHT FOR IT! THEY HAVE IT AND YET IT'S BEING TAKEN AWAY! LUCIUS YOU OAEKLEAHTLILUEATHIEAHTIAEHT!

This conversation between Fue and Solara is gonna give me depression.../lh+j

a profound testimony of love and devotion ... was now a sick and twisted image of what it had been. The promise had taken a much uglier form.

Gotta love it with signs and promises of love get, in a way, corrupted like that. 😭 Shows that love can be as ugly and painful as it is beautiful and kind.

Solara's so conflicted right now... Sweetie... She wants to support Fuegoleon but she's got the twins to think of too!

It's cruel that the beautiful future that was so close to happening, one where Solara and Fuegoleon could raise their kids, be a family, together, is being robbed from them.

The chair imagery... Furniture functions as singular pieces but there's a reason there are such things as "furniture sets." There are things that are nicer and add to each other when put together. Partnership is not a completion of each other but a supplement to each other. Fuegoleon supplements Solara, and vice versa. But with fate - or more like Lucius - driving them apart, they will be apart. They're still their own people but without a supplement to add to their lives.

...

We get a quieter moment between the couple. There's no conversation, not a long one. But their exchange... Fuegoleon urging Solara to leave, that it's the only choice...

It's so somber... So hopeless... 😭

Chapter 49:  Lucius has returned, and brought upon the declaration of World’s End. What will Fuegoleon do? Will he try to convince Solara to go back to Thea so that she’d get to live, at least a little bit longer, or will they stay together, as a family, to withstand whatever may come?

Tag list: @succulentsunrise​ @loosesodamarble

Warnings: This series contains themes and topics some may find uncomfortable, and thus, reader discretion is advised. This chapter has a theme of approaching death, dwells in angst, as well as Solara’s pregnancy. It is a sad, sad chapter okay. 

Length: ~4.5k

Chapter 49: The liar

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[ieatsuffering]

‼️Ok so some obvious trigger warnings ahead‼️

❗️tw: Graphic depictions of suicide and death❗️

If you are struggling with this please seek help!

Suicide hotline: tel:+18002738255

So the game plan is to have an Mc with poor mental health, express their su*icidal thoughts to the Li’s, then get found unconscious from an ob, with both a good and bad end! I can do this!

**Lmao I’ve tried writing this for so long but I ran into some major writers block so all I could get out was Asra and Julian**

Asra

He knows somethings wrong, he can feel it with your shared heart

You’re just not your self, random fits of crying, spacing out constantly, not eat, spending whole days just laying in bed staring at the ceiling. Even the things you once loved bring you no joy.

It tears him apart to see you like this, an empty shell of who you used to be

He tries so hard to help you, to cheer you up and care for you, but nothing helps

He can feel your pain

One morning he lays with you in bed as you stare into nothingness. “How are you feeling today Mc, do you want to go for walk?”

“Asra...” you start to speak not looking at him “... I want to die...”

His blood runs cold

“I’m sorry Mc, I don’t think I heard you right...”

“Life just feels pointless, I’m done”

He can’t swallow the lump in his throat, his pulse is in his ears. This must be a bad dream

“I’m so sorry Mc...” he cries, it’s all he can do. Just hold you and cry

After you two manage to calm down and have a long talk he’s determined to heal you

He’s nose deep in spell books, never leaving you side desperately searching for something that may help you

Slowly with his support you start to do better, crying less, moving around more. Things start to go back to normal

Or so he thought

One night while he’s out visiting Muriel he suddenly feels this deep blinding pain in his heart.

“Friend?” Faust ask

Asra blots back to shop shop with heart in his throat runnings as fast as he can tripping over his own feet

“Mc!” He call your name as he busts through the shop door

When you don’t answer he freezes

Not again gods please no not again

Slower now he makes his way to your shared bedroom

There he finds you still and motionless on the your bed purple faces with foam bubbling out of you mouth clutching an empty bottle

Asra good ending

With out even thinking he rushes to your side pressing an ear to you chest, he almost breaks down when he hears the slow faint beat of your heart

He’s not too late

Asra springs into action pouring all of his magic into the most potent healing spell he knows

You jolt up right vomiting the potion as the magic forces you to purge it from your system

Both you and Asra are weak and shaking as you lay together

You’re barley conscious but alive

Once again you’re under asras constent watch however this time instead of trying to help you himself he reaches out to Nadia and Julian

With their help he’s able to get you on a medication for you’re mental health

Slowly but surely you start to be your best self again

Asra bad end

With out even thinking he rushes to your side pressing an ear to you chest, but there’s nothing. You’re pulse has stopped

He’s to late

He just lays there hoping you’re heart will start again

He’s in shock

How could this happen again he lost so much to have you back

He just lays there with you as your body grows cold

Until Faust leads Muriel leads to him holding your corpse

He won’t let you go he can’t. If he lets go you’re truly gone forever

Faust finds Nadia and Julian, it takes all of them to separate Asra from you

They all sit in the floor and hold him as guards come and take your body away for burial

Nadia makes sure you have a grand funeral, that you and Asra get the goodbye you deserve

He keeps up a strong front but Muriel knows, he won’t let Asra out of his sight

Between Muriel, his parents, Faust, and your friends everyone takes turns making sure Asra is never alone, no one wants to loose him too

He never truly heals always looking for someway he can give what’s left of his heart to have you back

Julian

He may ignore his problems but he’s very sensitive to others emotions

Between his own experience with depression and working with soldiers, he’s very informed on mental illnesses. PTSD, general anxiety disorder, depression, substance abuse... he’s seen it all

Out of everyone he knows how to help you the best

He’s seen suicide on countless occasions, he knows to signs

You haven’t expressed your suicidal thoughts to him yet, you don’t have to

He’s already watching you like a hawk, constantly by your side. When he can’t be with you he has people he trust watch you.

Of course he doesn’t tell them why just that your feeling down and he’s worried about leaving you alone

On day while he’s working at the clinic he has you spend the day at the palace which is usually the safest place for you between Nadia and Portia

Today however the palace was in chaos. Portia was running around as Nadia is in and out of meetings. You’ll be fine for a few minutes right?

Julian’s face looses it color as he starts to panic when neither Portia or Nadia know where you are when he goes to bring you home

The look on his face is all they need to know that something is gravely wrong

Nadia orders everyone in the palace to search for you and Portia follows with Julian as he runs through the halls screaming your name

Mercedes and Malachoir run up to him howling and crying. Portia tried to chase them off but they nip and bark at julians coat trying to get him to follow

The dogs lead him to a locked pantry in the kitchen

Portia turns to fetch the keys but Julian throughs himself at the door until he breaks it open

There he finds you laying on the pantry floor in a pool of blood with a knife you had grabbed from the kitchen

Julian good ending

He switches in to war surgeon mode rushing to your side to assess the wound on your arm

In truth it was really a pool of blood, but your life was still in danger as the deep gouge on your arm continued to spout blood

He rips his jacket into strips and calls to Portia to bring him wooden spoons for a make shift tourniquet

He uses the rest for the strips as a bandage your arm

He shouts orders to the servants to starilize a room and to fetch the things he needs to mend your arm

Even after he has your arm stitches up and is certain you’re not in any immediate danger , he stays calm and vigilant

Like a machine he cleans your wound, changes your bandages, and makes sure you don’t develop a fever

It isn’t until you come to that he let’s himself break down

He throughs himself around you holding you tight

He cries and screams in agony but also in relief. Heartbroken and furious that you would try to leave him but relived that this time he was there to save you

After this he never really trusts to leave you alone even years after when you’re healed he’ll still get anxious if he doesn’t know where you are

Julian bad end

He goes into war surgeon mode rushing to your side

He can tell it’s to late, he’s seen enough people bleed out in his life to know how much blood is too much

But he won’t let himself believe it. He was too busy the first time you died to save you he couldn’t let it happen again. He couldn’t loose you again because he couldn’t be bothered to care for you

Despite it being a hopeless effort he applies pressure to the gushing wound as your body grows cold

“Come on darling please you can’t leave me”

His hand are shacking covered in your blood

“Nononononono...please.... PLEASE... MC NO DONT LEAVE ME!”

Portia knees to his side placing a gentle hand in his shoulder, “Ilyushka, she’s gone”

He lets out a chocked sob holding your stiff body covered in you blood

He manages to stay strong just long enough to attend your funeral

But the moment they put the last bit of dirt on your grave he’s a wreck

He spends all day in bed and all night wasted getting into fights hoping someone and one will put him out of his misery

One night after getting into a fight with an especially rowdy thug he gets his wish

[seishirology]

Blue Lock as Types of Problematic babies I hate!!

missing kotaro + mamizuka twins are open :D honestly this was a weird one, it just came to me while I was thinking, and I really went, "wow- blue lock boys would totally be problematic babies-" WARNING ; there will be a lot of slander and what seems like hate speech but I'm just complaining about babies includes ; isagi, bachira, rin, nagi, shidou, sae + ego A/N ; these are my opinions only!! There's also ego up there cause he's more problematic then the actual blue lock boys. I also use the term "baby/babies" loosley, often using it interchangeably with toddler, so sorry about that masterlist

ISAGI YOICHI

I feel like isagi is that one baby that reaches out for someone else when he's handed to you

I hate babies like isagi

he's also the one that wakes up in the middle of the night, and ruins everything by crying

you can see it in his eyes when he cries he's doing it on purpose

but when he's not crying he's zoning out and it's the weirdest thing ever to witness

he's just sitting there drooling and his pupils are moving like chameleon eyes-

but he'd be a cute baby though

but changing his diaper often comes with a big surprise

I feel like he'd never poop his diaper-

like ever

but once his mom comes around or something the whole room stinks up so bad you could pass out

his baby rating is a 4/10 because he's cute but I like sleep more than babies like him

BACHIRA MEGURU

😐😶😐

even as a baby I feel like he'd be freaky

not in the dirty way, I just feel like he's the type to eat play-doh and actually like it

he "kind of" reminds me of Takuma Mamizuka

he's the type of kid to willingly go with a stranger for candy, completely forgetting all the warnings his mother's given him

bachira has probably never cried over dogs dying in movies as a child, he probably laughed it off or something

would totally hurt your feelings if you asked him about something, he's a child and ha no filter

wouldn't lie to you for candy, if you asked baby meguru to tell you if your dress was ugly he would tell you it's ugly if he thought so

standards are wayyy too high even though he's a child

the type to loudly judge a daycare's wall colour

doesn't let the babies sleep in their cribs, always bothering them

torn between wanting to become a painter like his mom or becoming a soccer player

always brings a ball to daycare and won't leave without it

not to make it depressing, but he probably sits alone in a corner holding his ball talking to the monster he plays with

8/10 I won't give him a ten because he doesn't sugarcoat words

ITOSHI RIN

man-

I don't want to deal with kids like him

"my brother's the best-" "my brother's the coolest!" "Your brother is lame! Mine's cool!"

I love my brother my ass

he never shuts up about his brother

whenever he opens his mouth you get the urge to staple his lips together to prevent him from talking ever again

really really cute though

his cheeks are so squishable they're like memory foam

but he always comes in wearing the ugliest clothes ever-

neon green shirt, blue jacket, and plaid shorts

dresses like he's from the 2000s and his parents just let him leave looking like a hot mess

hates daycare workers because they never want to listen to him talk about his brother

really hates the baby cribs because he's not allowed to sleep on them

really upset that he has to sleep on the floor mats instead of a dignified crib like the babies

2/10 he's cute, I love him, but -8 points for talking too much

NAGI SEISHIRO

um,,,,,no

can I reject babies like him???

literally the creepy babies who stare back at you whenever you're holding them

almost never cries because he's too dignified for it, but he screams a whole lot

always talking gibberish though, he acts like other people can understand him

gets really defensive if you talk about his mom at all near him

like you could just be there going, "wow his mom's pretty-" and he'll start yelling in baby talk at you

glares at daycare workers because he always hears them talking about his mom

really relaxed at home, you'd forget he was there if he didn't drool on the couch

falls asleep everywhere except at daycare

he goes to the daycare everyday but he still isn't used to it

thinks he has some type of superpower and brags to the other babies about it in baby talk

or so I assume

nagi's also seems like the type of baby to hate everyone equally, he has no favourite you're all the same

except his mom of course

7/10 because he won't let you talk about his mom

SHIDOU RYUSEI

I-

no thank you take him back

he's the scariest toddler you'll ever come across

bullies other kids at the daycare, one time tried to give a baby a papercut but it didn't work out and he was sent to the time out corner

I do feel like he's got good toddler mental health

doesn't let anybody step over him or the boundaries he's set for them specifically

hates everyone though, he doesn't like babies because they cry, teens and adults because they don't treat him equally, and other toddlers because he thinks they're ugly

really good sense of empathy though, and often consoles other children who cry despite him trying to give them papercuts all the time

sometimes just laughs out loud like a maniac by himself, but he only does it because he enjoys everyone's reactions

LOVES LOVES LOVES movies with guns and everything, he finds them really cool

shidou is also really good at remembering things that were done to him and holding grudges or favouring someone

what you do to him will be returned tenfold

cries whenever he gets shots and hates the dentist because when they scrape plaque off the back of his teeth his gums swell up

4.2/10 because I think he'd try to give me a papercut when we first meet or something not only that but if I accidentally hit him or what he'd probably hit back back with a chair or something like that

ITOSHI SAE

isn't much better than rin

"my brother scores better than you-" "you call that a goal? even my baby brother can do better!" "who taught you how to dribble? my brother's legs are short but they work better than yours!"

on a soccer team for young kids and can't stop comparing his teammates to rin

he's always talking about how his brother does better, is cuter, has squishy cheeks, is cute, is very adorable

sometimes when he looks at rin he bursts out crying because he's so cute and doesn't ever want him to grow up

loves his brother a lot, you could almost say his only reason for living is rin

it is unknown whether he loves rin or soccer more

doesn't like going to daycare but he tags along sometimes whenever he doesn't have to go to kindergarten

plays with rin and only rin everyone else can go,,,,,play

always complaining to his parents how they should stop going to the daycare because they're making rin sleep on the floor

can never say he hates rin

he's a very good talker for a child

knows how to get on everyone's good side

but avoids all adults and other children like they're the plague

sometimes he brings a soccer to daycare and plays with the other kids when rin asks

loves any daycare worker if they show the even the slightest interest in soccer

8.6/10 I would love a kid like him, but he should learn how to stfu about rin though -1.4 points because he sounds like a tiger parent and I can't deal with that rn

EGO

😐

no please not a problem child

he's that genius kid your parents are always comparing you to

never happy with his results

hates losing and will rub it in your face whenever he wins

literally doesn't let anyone else win

he's that kid that's more benevolent than adults

at family functions he's your little cousin who does so much better than you why can't you be like him

pitiful and I don't like to pity people

probably cries in the bathroom at daycare and stays in there for hours wondering if someone will notice he's gone

I would like to give him a hug

but he build walls that stretch longer than the great wall of china and are higher than the walls in aot

the kid you hate because he's better than you

I think he's hated for unjust reasons

the type of kid you only hate when you first meet him but once you get to know him you hate him even more but in an affectionate way if you understand

7.8/10 because he seems like a great kid, but I don't have the guts to get close to kids like him

I must say I enjoyed trash talking babies much more than I expected. But it slowly went from complaining straight up about babies to baby headcanons

[ahjustroza]

I saw a hc post abt how Last Legacy love interests react to MC actually going back to Earth,so can I ask some hcs abt this one? I'm curious of what you come up with!!

I actually made the same request to @lucigucci !!

For this ask, I had to play the entire game once again because I couldn't come up with anything. Hope you'll like it!

MC Going Back to Earth Headcanon

Warning: Sad feelings and pain...

Anisa

Before giving in to her emotions she will make sure to not miss anything important for your return to Earth

She'll check with important magical necessaries for the portal

Check if you have everything you would possibly need

If you ate well

Will check twice everything she prepared for you to take with you to remember her

She will also give you the Orlando postcard

It is important to her but also you two shared many memories together talking about Earth looking at the postcard

She knows when you visit Orlando you will remember her

After she is done with everything

The realization of you actually leaving her will hit her HARD

She knew you for only months but fell for you in a way with no return

You became her breath

The meaning, the cause she wanted to live further

The center of her life

Her priority

Her peace

Her shelter, and safe place

If only she could stay in your arms for a little longer...

If only she could find a way to see you again

The smell your scent while she buried her nose to your neck

To your hair...

She misses you always

Even for a couple of minutes without you within her eyesight makes her feel troubled

She misses you to death before even you leave her...

She will use all her strength to not cry in front of you

But the moment you hugged her and kissed her the last time she broke

She never struggled like this

Never felt hurt like this

The devs mentioned that each character will have multiple endings, so I headcanon two different happy endings in this situation

One is being Anisa letting you go while she stays in Astraea

She knows that she might not be able to fit in

You are people of two different worlds

Quite literally

And it shows

Anisa however will never love again after you

She will refuse every potential partner both in her romantic life or in her bed

She will confess her feelings for you and give you her hair ribbon as well as the most painfully mesmerizing kiss...

The other ending being Anisa leaving Astraea with you.

She is half-human and can tell people that her marks on her face are tattoos on Earth

She will see this as an opportunity to start a new life

Without the guilt of who her parents are and what they have done

Without the danger of magical monsters or assassins tracking her all around

She is smart, a quick learner, and curious about Earth

With your support, she can get used to life on Earth and get a job

I am thirsty for Anisa as a workout or martial art trainer

But I can also see her going to college and finish it quicker than expected to work in a school

Counselor Anisa

You two will travel the world together

No matter the lifestyle you live Anisa is happy

She doesn't need a lot of money

All she needs is you

Also another surprise, she doesn't miss Astraea one bit

You are what she calls home now.

Sage

I am a Sage hoe myself but I can't see him leave Astraea with you

He can't fit in to Earth

He has to be free and living on Earth means he has to follow so many rules that he struggles to understand

Also Sage will absolutely refuse to leave Tulsi behind

There are only two people he actually cares about in this world

You and Tulsi

You two are his family and home

He is a family guy

And oh my god does he want to make his family larger secretly

Sage is a character that struggles with emotional confessions

He is also a good liar

So even tho he wants a future with you

If you want children, raise your children together (adopted/surrogacy/biological/a found family...)

Finally settling down and actually live in a home

Sage will experience the feeling of home with you the first time

He never felt safer and not worried about being vulnerable to someone

Having family dinners, family meetings with auntie Tulsi...

Celebrating anniversaries

Getting yourselves in trouble and moving to a different town

Even though he would fight the gods themselves to have this future with you, he will not tell you to stay

He will not say anything at all

He'll watch you and make sure to prepare everything for your return

And to make sure of your security during the process

You will look into his eyes each passing hour, hoping him to say something

Anything

But he will not

He'll only give you his signature soft half-smile with tired eyes

He will drink the entire day before your depart

Spend the whole night with you

Watch you sleep

Memorize your face

Your body

Will listen to your breathing

He will take everything he can get to never forget you

Also, cry too

Silently

Without you noticing

Tears will fall down to the pillow one by one

He wants to scream and tell you to stay but he can't force you to do anything you don't want

Any word out of his mouth might make you change your mind and do the opposite of what you want to do

You have a family too and you have to see them

A life you have to return to...

So if you don't say that you want to stay he will stay silent forever

If you choose to leave, do give him something to remind him of you

A necklace? Your laser pointer? Your foam sword?

He will carry whatever you give him with him

Always

Until the day he dies

Let's say you gave him a necklace, anyone who knew you will feel the pain in Sage when they see him still wearing the necklace after all those years...

He will never love again. It was a one-time thing.

He will not open up to anyone

He will not let anyone see the real Sage the way you did

He might have bed partners but it is not emotional

He is in pain and will either drink or throw himself somewhere to spend the night without thinking anything

But that can only happen if he is too drunk to remember what happened the night before

If you choose to stay, he will feel relieved

Guilty too but mostly relieved

He will build the future he desires with you

But will also look for ways to make you visit Earth and come back

Felix

I don't think Felix can fit in the Earth either

He grew up as the Arcmage's son and spent all his life studying magic

He can't live in a world where magic doesn't exist

He can't live a lifestyle where he will have to learn everything anew

I just think he is too sensitive for our world.

But unlike Sage and Anisa, Felix will ask you to stay

He'll ask you to stay and live a crazy but full of love life with him

He'll promise to take care of you since he is filthy rich

Then admit his fears of losing another lover

If you decide to leave he will feel betrayed and abandoned at first

He'll cry, then disappear for a while, then appear and tell you that you gave him a lot of hope

And disappear once again

He'll get drunk and then cry loudly too...

After Rime, you taught him how to love again

You made him feel safe and supported

Accepted for who he is...

You taught him how to properly love someone

No toxicity

No lies

No rivalry

He only wants to sleep in a bed in your arms around him not wake up for years

The idea of you leaving him hurts like someone stabs a dagger into his heart

He'll start to believe that this is his cruel destiny

To be the one stays while the other leave

He wants to follow you but he knows he can't live with you on Earth

He couldn't even fit in his own house yet...

Once he cooled down he'll admit how important your life back at home to you

And how it is his fault to steal that life away from you by bringing you to Astraea

He will open the portal for you himself

He is not trusting anyone else for this work

Before you leave he will tell you that he loves you and promise to never forget you

Here comes the pain

But he might fall in love again after you

You will always have a different place in his heart and in his memories though!

Felix did try to bring someone he fell for back from death then fall in love with someone else

I just think he will be more flexible with what life brings in front of him

And get even more depressed with time...

If you accept his offer and choose to stay his eyes will see nothing but you from that day and forward

You are officially his spouse now, no ceremony necessary

You will go on the vacation you both need and deserve then get a house to live together

You two will be the scary power couple

People will talk about you two as "the small necromancer and his spouse- yes the spouse. They are the one that fought the Lord of Shadows and the undead Rime. I also heard they got a relic the moment they stepped on Astraea- I KNOW it is crazy..."

Felix will share everything he owns with you, even his thoughts

He is so open to you that he knows you understand him the best

[jaigny]

Lilith & Angela Pleasant for #KissMeInKomorebi by @rainymoodlet @kissmeinkomorebi

Angela Pleasant

Age: 30 years

Height: 5 foot 8.11 inches (173cm)

Aspirations: Academic

Traits: Animal Enthusiast - Neat - Good

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Lilith Pleasant Age: 30 years

Height: 5 foot 8.11 inches (173cm)

Aspirations: Perfectly Pristine

(Her old aspiration was the same as Angela's but l liked the Home Turf trait for her)

Traits: Loner - Goofball - Bro

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Life at Pleasantview Valley High For The Twins

So a recap of the Pleasants were Lilith and Angela were in their second year of high school, Angela was dating bad boy Dustin Broke and Lilith was dating Dustin Dreamer in their year group yet rarely ever did the siblings ever leave from their own friend group unless it was by consequence or something bad happened like for example they were crying and comforting one another despite their tense relationship they were twins and had at the strangest of times during teenhood still that loving strong connection they had when they were younger.

At home things were difficult due to the fact that it was clear her parents loved and praised Angela more for being the ''Apple of their Eye'' so to speak or in Lilith's opinion ''The FAVE''. this strained the twins relationships with not just their parents but also each other as Angela like her mother was just naturally good at things and it really wasn't as a snub to Lilith who worked a little harder for her grades.

Soon poor Lilith just didn't both and decided if good attention wasn't working she would do the opposite. So on her 16th birthday she dove onto the wild side experiencing clubbing, alcohol, sex, drugs and the lifesaver to her -- cigarettes'. The most dramatic appearance wise that her parent's just excused calling it a phase from one of their parenting books from the 80's ''A Phase" was her clothing that went from a jeweled colour pallet to down right dark and menacingly and practically screaming "Vigilante" with leather and torn fishnets and just getting away with what the school dresscode deemed acceptable. And so with those new duds came a new attitude (not just from her nightlife activities) of a mixture of depression and not feeling worth it and lashing out "Don't Care" attitude along with what shocked her mother -- cutting off her fiery long wavy locks to a rough chopped pixie and dark goth makeup.

Angela was concerned for her sister. They still loved each other now matter how tense the situation was right? RIGHT?!?! it was in their senior year, about the same time when their mother found out she was being cheated on by their father with their helping housekeeper (maid) and found them in a very clothing rumpled state with him fucking into her like a wild craziest beast against the stair case that broke his wife's parents urn all because she came home early and wanted to celebrate her new Law promotion with champagne and dinner at a restaurant-- that soon turned on its head as soon as she walked in the door and dropped the bottle of champagne, smashing as it foamed all over and seeped into their expensive blood red carpet. And thus 10 minutes later their daughters came into the shell shocked scene of their bumbling father, their hysterical mother and the homekeeper/maid pushing on her father's chest to be released and picking her undergarments off the floor.

A few months after that....exchange their mother filed for divorce even though they went to family therapy only for that to stop when Daniel admitted that the maid - Kate - as he called her was pregnant with his child and he loved her like when he first met his wife -- an incontrollable hunger and that that day she found him he proposed to her. So Mary Sue slapped his face and the Twins swear they saw their father's head and neck do a full 360 before leaving with her - and leaving Daniel to pay the bill and then the same day moved into his mistress now fiancé 2 bedroom apartment in townsquare. Mary Sue delved herself into her work pushing everything down though she was clearly devasted but she had 2 girls to live for as she sure as hell wasn't leaving them with their pig of a father. So the girls finished high school despite their home troubles and it wasn't until Prom night that things certainly were not to smile about. The Twins were dumped by their boyfriends due to the fact that they had found someone else as well as the fact of their father rumors and also that they ere going to different collages and career options.

So as sad as the girls were Lilith invited Angela out for the rest of the night at the bonfire afterparty at Plesantview's Collage after going home and changing into something alittle more better then prom dresses yet still good enough to be "sexy" hidden under a hoodie and jeans their housekeys and purses and packed duffels, texted their mum that they were going to a bonfire and camping and that yes there were no alcohol or anything it was just their friends, so they notified their friends saying if their mum rang they were asleep or in the bathroom etc and then left where Angela experienced a world she was very naive about but was thankful Lilith knew somethings like hangovers and other stuff like not leaving your drink. This was the first night ever that she tried weed/joints and alcohol and sex and thankfully nothing else.

Waking up was an entirely different experience where as for Lilth it was a somewhat normal scene -- Angela found herself wrapped up in some cute collage guys room naked with a humdinger of a skull pounder migraine and found her sister across the room in a similar state as she but having to what Angela described as the time of her life and guess what her sister and beau were doing under the doona making muffled grunts and groans at 4:30am with the strong smell of smoke giving the room a hazy look and eventually made Angela sleepy so she quietly tip toed to the unisex collage bathroom with her cami and underwear and had a quick shower thankful that the University supplied their own bathroom toiletries just in case for students. And tip toed back to the room, opening the window between the beds for fresh air and went to gather the rest of her clothes along the floor and pinched her snoozing sex drained sister awake and after Lilith spoke to her beau friend she had to go with a groan, kissed him good bye , raised a brow at her sister in-between the looks she was giving her sisters naked appearance and the bed with he still snoozing friend of Lilith's and gave a cheshire cat smug grin as she slowly stumbled to the bathroom also to freshen up and after both girls were dressed in the clothes they had in their duffel that didn't smell too much of their night time activities made their way down to the early cafeteria taking a quick early breakfast and much needed caffeine kick left the campus on the bus at 7am.

Thankfully both girls were on the pill and the boys were smart enough to also use protection.

The girls arrived home at 8:30am and found their mother furious at the round table in the tearoom/sunroom as she had found out the girls were up to no good and lied to her-- she even called the police-- though the police told her that it was to soon to report and sat there waiting by the hour she had discovered the girls had lied and disappeared somewhere and began saying how disappointed she was in both girls though mainly it was more pointed at Angela much to Lilith's disgust and thus when Lilith reacted in her angered mind taking her mothers tea cup plate and smashing it and taking a piece of cracked porcelin and cut her wrist sloppily across her wrist screaming at their horrified mother that its clear she wanted her dead as she didn't care about her as Angela screamed then ran looking for the first aid cloth to stop the pouring blood that dripped across the plate shards, sipped tea cup and its contents where Mary Sue smacked Lilith across the face claiming that this was the last straw and that their were selling and moving to leave this place. A fresh new start where they moved to the country life in the town square of Windernburg in a old 2 bed 1 bath townhouse with a very nice decent yard and so the renovations, and healing had now begun and though Lilith still has a light strained relationship with her mother its way as it has its ups and downs day same with her sister.

The girls soon started Brichester University a few hours from Windernburg despite being in 2 different collages and due to how far it was decided to stay on a rented place (Mossy Lane) for the next few years until they graduated. Sadly their mother died in their 4th year of university -- no contact from their father but his lawyer that he was owed 500 000 simoleons from their mother and the girls themselves have what's left financially wise and soon had a very intimate funeral, scattered their mother's ashes over along the the bluffs sea shores with a few floral pieces out to sea and a candle to light her way and moved back after taking what they wanted and putting the rest of their mums and their own items in storage and renting their home out privately to a small family of 4 and soon returned back to Brichester alittle sadder but together.

Both girls now have graduated 3 years later but instead of going back to Windernberg they've decided to rent a room at the local pub for a few moths at a country town called Herford - Bagley as it was closer to Brichester and counted as its more rural part.

it was one pub night the girls decided to stay in and noticed a slight crumped up flyer of the guy that their Grandpa used to watch in his last 20 years of his youth (with the 2 girls as babies/toddlers/kindy age used to hop on his lap and watch it too) and decided that it wouldn't hurt to apply and both shook hands on all's fair in love and war that night and are now waiting for an acceptance letter etc.

Fun fact bout Lilith is she may look like a non-approachable sim but she really is a closeted romantic who just wants what every family oriented sim wants - Real love, a nice house maybe a pet and a family like her sister

Both girls had strict hobbies that at times probably felt like a core but have actually maxed out their musical instrument and painting skills due to how strict of a mother Mary Sue was. Angela prefers the piano/keyboard while Lilith is more in-tuned with guitars (bass, electric etc)

They used to as young babies until kindergarten/daycare age watch "Your Dad's Garage" with Grandpa Herb and baked with Grandma Coral when Mary Sue worked and Daniel had some out of town excuse or somerather from his work.

The last they heard anything about their father and his new wife was that from Aunt Jennifer at the last family cookout reunion -- she said that the girls and MS were welcome to join but never recieved any word if they were coming from Daniel-- that Daniel and Kate (she was a nice woman and a good mum despite the history) that they were bout to have their 8th kid even though their father was quite grey and wrinkled but he did look happy and had actually moved in the old Pleasant home and renovated it to fit his very big family and it definitely didn't look the same except some spots but it had now 5 rooms plus a basement and large swimming pool and beautiful gardens and 2 door garage. But she said she only knew that due to the fact that the family coookout reunion happened there.

Lilith is actually quite handy and also a very athletic fit person and sometimes takes Angela or tries to pursue her out to the gym or yoga though it does contrast with her smoking addiction

Angela likes to think herself not as a master home cook baker but also a tea connoisseur brewer as many of her friends had experienced first hand that she does make a very nice cuppa whether its from a teabag or loose leaf steeped and always has her own thermos and tea leaves on hand in her handbag with either hot or ice tea.

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Cordelia Goth Straud

Here is a link to her story post And a cute family photo portrait of her and her father

Some cute facts is Cordy thanks to her father's 3 month long visits up in snow covered occult places tuned her skills in skiing and rockclimbing as a child and teen when they'd practice some of vampiric abilities

Has no knowledge of her mother's family or the fact they looked for them both but sadly nothing has really turned up or also the fact that Bella her grandmother and her mother have some spellcaster rarity in their veins though its not noticeable and most probably dormant til its passed genetically through to the next of kin aka yes Cordy can have children due to her hybrid status.

She loves to make people genuinely smile or laugh it creates a warm blooming feeling in her chest when she sees a smile in someones eyes or hears a warm hearty laugh - especially with her father who has softened and become a warmer changed but still strict father with his years with her.

Would love a pet --- she's always dreamed of having one since she was a little tot and she caught her first lady bug.

Has fond memories visiting the Plasma Field Orchards with her father and god parents Caleb and Lilith Valtore.

Has always looked up to her godmother but also her father.

Secretly hates courtlife politics and wishes she could sometimes just slice and feed on some of the nastiest people in her father's court and would love to just live in the mountains or countryside.

l hope you enjoy my girls Daniel, not just as potential romances but also as friends.

[oogaboogasphincter]

A Magpie, a Goose and a Sparrow Walk into a Found Family Trope (Ezra x f!reader)

Summary: A nightmare caused by trauma he endured before and on The Green haunts Ezra one night, his fear bleeding into reality. Under the fog of sleep, he hurts you, thinking you are the monster that is endangering you, Cee and himself while on your next trip. He apologizes by doing something that terrifies him: opening his heart up to another person.

Word Count: 10.7k+ (holy shit i deeply apologize for putting my readers through this agonizingly long junk)

Rating: M (mature) just to be safe (some pretty intense themes but i don’t think there’s anything too explicit)

Warnings: non-fatal manual strangulation and bruises from it, swearing, sexualization of two adults, mild references to sex, mild allusions to sexual arousal, discussion of trauma and its effects, Prospect (2018) spoilers, some argument, hair braiding, one (1) ✨neck✨ kiss, one use of (y/n), sprinkles of that sexual tension we all love, a resolved ending!

Author’s Note: first off, thank you SO much to @martinsmomo​ for this request!💜💕 this was so creative, i hope i did it justice :). second, AHHH!!!!! my first piece ever!!! i haven’t written anything on my own time for my own enjoyment since i was like 13, which may or may not be apparent by my comma splices, repetitive sentence structure/word choice and disagreeing verb tense💀. the thought of i have no idea what i'm doing never left my mind while i was writing this, but i just tried to go with it and have fun :). ALSO, i had so much fun reading all of the lore about the world that Prospect (2018) takes place in. Here is a link to a pamphlet about a lot of stuff that is featured in the movie, which i used while writing this piece. i highly recommend you check it out! i tried to stick to as much canon stuff as i could, but 🦋The Blue🦋 is something that i made up. also this is not beta’d, i just wanted to throw this into the void and see what happens✨. i also also want to point out that in no way am i trying to romanticize or sexualize domestic violence. i know that the subject matter in this piece can be triggering, and even though the violence wasn’t intentional and it’s resolved through love, i don’t want it to be misconstrued as something that it’s not. with that being said, i hope you enjoy it! :)

gif by @anakin-skywalker​

A grunt stirs you from your deep slumber. Your eyes open easily, a treat that you weren’t given often due to the dryness of the pod’s recirculated air. The inside of your shared galactic chamber is as dark as your mind; no illumination to shine on your thoughts and wake them up or to show you how Ezra is doing. You know the grunt had come from him, as the only other passenger was his adopted daughter, Cee. You turn in your pilot’s chair, looking over your shoulder to try and make him out through the impossible darkness.

Parcel-Class Planetary Drop Pods were designed to fit only two travelers, however the three of you had decided to embark on your next journey together. To save on costs, your partners opted for a model without cots. Being the gentleman that he is, Ezra insisted that you and Cee sleep in the pilots’ chairs. He had thrown a few blankets on the cold, flat floor and had proudly announced, “Sleeping quarters fit for a king!”, eliciting pitiful laughter from you and Cee.

Now, your eyes can’t find the sad bundle of warmth that is his sleeping figure. He is a restless sleeper, and every time he made a noise that was more than a good-natured hum or a soft swish of rearranging his blankets, you would wake and turn to make sure that he was okay. You would do the same for Cee, but she was a fantastic sleeper. Not too deep, not too light, and never made a peep. You turn back around, giving up on trying to spot Ezra in the dark, when you hear another grunt.

This one is louder than the last.

You turn back around yet again, your own blanket falling off of your chest and into your lap. Eyebrows furrowing together and eyes squinting, your pupils strain themselves to find any shred of light to let you see. The noises increase in abundance and volume. Ezra’s sleeping fit has transformed from a halfhearted rustling to an aggravated clamor in less than a minute. Your eyes stay on the dark patch of space where you know his “bed” is situated while Cee arises from her sleep. Her chair lets out the slightest creak as she follows your gaze and attempts herself to see what all of the commotion is about. She asks you, “Is he okay?” Ezra answers her with an irritated growl through his teeth. You say to her, “I don’t know, I can’t see him, should we-”

Your suggestion of waking him up is cut short as two hands wrap around your throat. The hands twist your head to face forward, and you’re greeted with Ezra’s sweat-slicken face. Instinctively, you grasp at his forearms in an effort to ease the constriction of your neck.

Cee screams, “Ezra, let go of her!” 

He defies her command and puts one of his knees in between yours on the seat of the pilot’s chair and leans closer to you. The brown eyes that you had grown to love now bore into yours with unwavering menace as the pads of his fingers press harder into the sides of your neck. His palms are flush with your larynx, threatening to crush it. You want to let out sobs of heartbreak, but are unable to. He’s restricted your actions to only being able to watch him attempt to strangle you. Your fingers aren’t able to get a grip on his limbs due to his angry sweat and your panicked claminess. Your mouth hangs open as his is shut tight, his jaw muscles stuttering with intense rage. He starts to growl through his teeth again, but a flash of light turns it into a howl.

His entire body falls back, his hands losing their purchase on your neck. You suck in a harsh breath and lean forward as Cee grabs your hand and pulls you out of the pilot’s chair. In her other hand she grips a Boscelot Frontiersman: the source of the light that had extracted Ezra’s shriek and drilled its way into his thigh. He sat on the floor in front of your chair and laced his hands just above his injury, throwing his head back and wincing. 

Cee puts some feet in between the two of you and guides you across the floor to the other side of the impossibly small pod. Hoarse coughs begin to rise from your surprised larynx, accompanied by trembling of your entire body. Cee, still holding you by your arm with one hand and the Thrower in the other, yells your thoughts at Ezra, “What the fuck was that for?!” She flicks the lights on, allowing everyone to see each other’s face for the first time all night. 

Ezra stares at the two of you in disbelief. Both brunette and blonde strands of hair are stuck to his forehead with sweat, eyes depressed from the subsiding adrenaline, his whole body drenched in distressed perspiration. You and him lock eyes, even through your flailing about as you continue to choke on air and delicately place your own hands over where his just had you in a vice grip. He knows what he’s done as soon as he sees you. He begins to cry and opens his mouth to start an apology that can never be adequate, but Cee hurls a field kit at his head. It hits him and he takes the blow without complaint. His devastated eyes keep to your bloodshot ones as he opens up the kit and starts to treat his justified wound. Cee stares at him with aggravation, and so do you, but her expression is void of confusion. 

You are confused as all hell. What could have possibly made him do that? He seemed to be having a nightmare, but that didn’t give him the excuse to nearly strangle you to death. 

Your coughs and stress start to dwindle as all of you sit there, not saying a word, the only other noise in the room being Ezra opening and closing medical supplies. He squirts a sanitizing solution over his wound, hissing, and then he takes out a Patch Gun. This sets your heart racing. The strangling was unpredicted and almost successful, would he get up once he was healed enough and try to do it again? You push yourself back against the wall and keep your widening eyes on him as he sprays the medicated foam into the hole the Thrower had burned through his trousers. He squeezes his eyes shut, winces intensely, and then fails to keep a painful wail inside his chest. You’ve seen him treat himself before, and usually his next step is to throw more than the recommended amount of pain relievers into his mouth and chew on the tablets, redirecting the pain from his injury to his mouth. He doesn’t do that this time.

Instead he throws the used Patch Gun to the side, closes the field kit and pushes it Cee’s way. He breathes your name out of his mouth, causing you to retreat further into the wall. You bring your legs to your chest and wrap your hands around the back of your neck, resting your elbows on your quaking kneecaps. Burrowing your face into the cavity you’ve created, you start bawling. Pain sears your throat, and is only intensified by your sobs, but you can’t help it. You’re absolutely terrified. Ezra says your name again, genuine with care, in an effort to get you to look at him. You shake your head once and continue to gasp into yourself. Cee startles you by touching your shoulder, and she quells your worries, “He won’t do it again.” 

Her five simple words plant a seedling of peace in your heart, but it is nowhere near close to blooming. You don’t look up as she gets up and goes over to your pilot chair and grabs your blankets. Her footsteps return to you quickly, and within moments her warm, calm hands are draping the fabric over your shoulders. She rests her chin on your shoulder, moving with your heaves. A softening tone takes over her beautiful voice as she murmurs “It’s okay”s, “I’m here”s and “You’re safe”s into your blankets. Before you know it, your body succumbs to the overwhelming desire to heal mentally, emotionally and physically with sleep. Your trust in Ezra may be broken right now, but you know that Cee will watch over you. Despite her lack of size and experience compared to Ezra, you know she has the upper hand on him intellectually. He may be full of wondrous prose, a never-ending vocabulary and sharp wit, but Cee has had him in the palm of her hand ever since they met. You can sleep knowing that she can protect you and herself, if need be.

You peek out underneath your arm to qualify to yourself that Ezra is in no shape to attack again. 

He sits where he landed when he fell, slouching with exhaustion. His eyes sparkle with tears of regret, his eyebrows quirked in a way that reads “There aren’t enough ways to apologize, but I’ll try every one until you forgive me.” You close your eyes, lay your head against the wall and beg the Sandman to bring you all a night of peace as you rest until the Sun comes up. 

The pale blue morning light penetrates your eyelids and alerts your brain that it is time to get up. You awake to find Cee and Ezra sound asleep, her in her pilot’s chair and him in his “bed”. You are still huddled up against the wall, opposite to Ezra, and look upon him with a wary gaze. The fear he inserted into you last night makes your nerves feel like static, but at the same time you can’t help but be relaxed by his presence. It’s obvious he didn’t cause any more damage during rest of the night, so maybe his eyebrows were telling the truth: that he is sorry.

The muted sunshine washes his complexion out and dulls the warmth that his chestnut locks hold. It makes the blonde patch in his hair and the arc scar on his cheek glisten cerulean. His expression is relaxed, eyelids fidgeting under the controls of REM sleep. 

The sound of Cee’s alarm clock distracts you, and moments later her hand reaches out and pushes the ‘stop’ button. Awakening limbs appear above the back of her chair, accompanied by a yawn. Your eyes dart to Ezra. He’s still asleep. She turns to you first and smiles, “Are you alright?” You nod once, return her smile, and you both turn to the slumbering man. She says, folding her blanket, “He’s fine. Calmed down after you fell asleep. He said he had a nightmare that you had turned against us. He said he wants to apologize but understands if you don’t want to speak to him.” You sigh through your nose, glancing over at him, “That’s okay. I think I would like some time away from him though. Just to process things, y’know?” Cee turns to face you, “That’s what I figured. I told him that.” You look at her and nod once. 

She gets up and stretches again, folded blanket still in hand. She puts it on her seat and looks up at you excitedly, “Want to come look for aurelac with me today?” 

“Definitely.”

Her face lights up with a wide smile and you mirror her reaction. Getting up and dropping your blankets to the floor, you go over to the compartment in the wall that holds your equipment. You take out what you’ll need - suit, helmet, air filter and a few Slurry Packs - and close the latch. The door slams shut harder than you intended, the resulting crash jolting Ezra awake.

A shy, apologetic smile graces his face as he meets your eyes, and you return the expression. You were still tightly wound, but were ready to start dispelling the fear, and that began by being cordial with him. His smile fades when his eyes lower to your hands and take in what you are holding. He gets up off the floor and inquires, “What do you have all that for?” His expression is neutral, but you worry that you will anger him by telling him what your plans are.

He had made it very clear since you joined him and Cee that he did not want you to prospect. He had told you that it was too dangerous of a task in itself, let alone the implications that came along with it: bartering, lying, gambling, stealing, killing. He didn’t want you or Cee to be subjected to any any of the horrors that accompanied prospecting, but Cee had been stubborn about her desires and had proven her abilities. She was great at prospecting, possessing an attention to tedium and an unwavering sense of calmness while performing the task. For a man who seeps with wisdom, Ezra wasn’t all that good of a prospector. He had the tendency to lose patience and cripple under pressure, which sometimes led to compromised digs. 

“I’m going to look for aurelac deposits with Cee.” You nudge your head in her direction and she smiles at Ezra. He waves his hand dismissively, “That’s all fine and dandy,” now pointing a lazy yet warning finger at you, “But don’t you dare let prospecting dance upon those beautiful brain waves of yours.” His comment irritated you. You had never shown any signs of true disobedience to his wishes, besides the casual sigh of boredom or the bratty roll of your eyes. The words also set your heart aflutter. As you try to hide your blush and bury your annoyance, Cee says to him, “We don’t be doing any prospecting if we can’t find any aurelac.” His head tilts in agreement. He pads over to you and gingerly puts a hand on your shoulder. He had sensed your irritation and repeats his mantra of why he doesn’t want you prospecting, “I just don’t want you to get hurt.” 

Your anger became fiery again. Shoulder jerking to flick his hand off, you jab at him, “Because I’m safe in the confines of the pod?”

He points a finger at you again, this time accusatory, “That was purely an accident. Do not take it as anything but.” 

Cee commands, “Both of you, stop, now. I’m not dealing with this all day. It was an accident. An inexcusable one, but an accident.” 

Your and Ezra’s eyebrows had shifted to take on the same irate slope, however you both decide to just let it drop. You visibly signal your concession by dropping your shoulders and Ezra reflects you. He spins on his heels to open his own equipment hatch, and you turn to the wall yours is on. You all face the walls and change into your suits, a ritual of trust and time efficiency you decided on when the three of you agreed to work as a group. 

Once dressed, you exit the pod, Ezra being first and Cee being last, and embark on your daily journey. The Sun had retreated behind some dark grey clouds. The sky was a royal blue, the ground was greige and the dark foliage that surround you drips with dew. You were stationed on the Blue Moon, an orbiting moon in the Bakhroma System. This place wasn’t highly traveled like its permanent sister (the Green Moon), due to the popular aftermath of the Aurelac Rush. Although Cee and Ezra had been there and left, many people in the galaxy still went to try and scoop up some valuable remains. Unlike The Green, The Blue wasn’t known for its abundant aurelac deposits, which is precisely why your partners chose to come here. 

Their original plan was to travel to The Blue with just themselves, but while on a stop to Puggart Bench you had entranced Ezra while Cee tried to scope out her old friends and catch up with them before she set off on another mission. Demonstrating your eagerness to explore the galaxy and your expansive knowledge of it, Ezra decided to add you to his partnership. It didn’t hurt that you also tried to express your attraction to him, complimenting the rugged floater on his impressive vocabulary. He had complimented you on your willingness to listen to his ramblings, and it had been love ever since. Neither of you had come out directly and said “I love you”, and you hadn’t partaken in any physical affection, but your yearning for each other could not be more understood. His adoration for you only deepened when he saw how you interacted with Cee. Being closer to her generation than Ezra’s, you were able to connect with her like contemporaries. However, you were far enough away from her age group to the point where Ezra couldn’t act as a father figure to you. This duality made you irresistible to him.

Back to the present, you gaze at the back of his helmet intently, waiting to see what his plan of action for the day is. The Green requires visitors to wear air-tight suits and breathe through air filtration systems at all times because of harmful spores that float in the atmosphere. The Blue’s spores are far less harmful, and helmets can be taken off for 45 minute intervals, but the three of you only took them off when the confinement of the helmets became a little too much. The glass window of Ezra’s helmet swivels to you and he asks, “Split up, hourly check-ins, reconvene for lunch?” 

As you’re thinking of your answer, you notice his eyes dart repeatedly up and down your body. You can tell by the way his mouth is slightly parted that he isn’t assessing your body language to predict your response. He’s thinking about all of the ways he would devour you for apology’s sake. 

You look to Cee in the middle of your answer, “Sure. I’ll go with Cee today.” She smiles at you and turns to him. His mouth closes and he looks down to fiddle with his radio with thick-gloved fingers, “I’ll be on channel one.” Cee says, “Okay,” and beckons you to follow her as she sets off on a worn path. You and Ezra look at each other one more time before you turn in opposite directions and begin your divergent treks.

Catching up to Cee by jogging, your steps slow to match her pace once you are by her side. There’s silence between the two of you for a little while as you weave your way through trees of varying heights, eyes keeping to the ground to spot humps in the dirt. Humps gave away the location of aurelac deposits. A couple of slips were shared between the two of you as you climbed over hills and shuffled through valleys, the forest floor littered with puddles. What The Green has in vegetation, The Blue has in water. There were multiple lakes, some touting depths that are only achievable by advanced marine technology. Rainstorms are common, but they never grow to something like a hurricane. Everything was doused in a blue hue, whether it was the air, the water or the plants. The spores in the air resembled stagnant raindrops, peculiar in the way that they seemed to stay in their place in the atmosphere. 

Cee broke the silence, “So, are you okay?” You know exactly what she is referring to and answer, “Yeah. Still a bit shaken up and confused, but other than that I guess I’m fine. I can feel bruises where his hands were.” She turns around to look at you and you lift your chin for her to see. She grimaces and says, “Yeah, you can see where each finger was and everything.” You look down, feeling disappointed that the event even happened. You ask her, “So he had a nightmare about me?” You watch the back of her helmet as she nods, “Yep. He just said that he thought you were going to endanger the three of us. He didn’t say in what way, really, just that you were a threat.” You take a moment to process the information and then fire off another question, “So, I have nightmares too, but I don’t act on them in real life. So why did he do what he did? Is there, like, an underlying feeling of distrust that he has for me, or...?” She started shaking her head halfway through your last sentence, “No, no, not at all. It’s just that The Green was so traumatic that I can understand just how vivid nightmares about it can be. And even though I don’t know much about what he went through before I met him on The Green, I’m sure prospecting was just as dangerous as it is now. I wouldn’t be surprised if at one point, or at a million points, someone that he trusted backstabbed him. But it’s nothing personal against you at all.” You nod and take in her words, trying to reassure yourself that you can trust him, even though he had done everything he could to prove you otherwise the night prior.

Cee stops and turns to you, chuckling, “If anything-”

A short sound on your radios cuts her off, and Ezra’s voice comes through the speakers, “How are you little birds coming along?” 

Cee answers, “Fine. No deposits yet. What about you?” She grins at you, not forgetting to finish her comment as soon as he leaves the two of you alone. 

“Nothing. I’ll be shocked if we stumble across any hint of a deposit today. Like every day. Over and out.” 

You look at her, eager to hear what she has to say. This only widens her smile, and she rolls her eyes as she begins, “Like I was saying.” You both laugh as she continues, “If anything, you’re the best thing that’s happened to him. I’ve never seen his eyes light up so much at anything like they do when he looks at you.” You blush and look down at your feet shyly. She gives you a playful shove and knocks you out of your butterfly-ridden trance. Her tone changes serious as she sighs, her pitch dropping a little bit lower than normal, “You really don’t have to worry about him hurting you or me. He’s just fucked up from our time on The Green. I am too, but I experienced it in a slightly different way, and deal with it differently too. I mean, I lost my father, but he killed two other people. It got us out of there, but that’s probably going to haunt him for the rest of his life. And since it was recent, he’s still trying to figure out how to handle the whole thing. I’m not making any excuses for him, because he didn’t have any reason to attack you, regardless of any dream, but he seriously wouldn’t do that under any other circumstances.” She puts an assuring hand on your shoulder and smiles. You smile back and nod once in understanding, saying, “I believe you.” She pats your back, and you both turn to continue on your walk. A few moments pass, and she lets out another laugh. You teasingly ask her with a smile on your face, “What is it now?” 

“I mean, it’s obvious that Ezra’s been through some shit, because the guy’s fucking weird as hell.” Your helmets are filled with your cackling as thoughts of the strange man play out in your head. Cee jokes, “I mean, little bird? His confusing speech pattern in general? Someone who talks in crosswords is either an ancient person who is trying to be clever in their last days because that’s the only form of strength they have left or just some asshole who finds enjoyment in verbally tricking people.” Another few moments of giggling pass before she ends with, “And what’s with the drawl?” She turns to you, the injuries in your throat burning from laughing so hard, “Have you ever heard someone else, in the entire Bakhroma System, talk like that?” You shake your head while wheezing and she says, “I haven’t either. So how did that weirdo even get here?” 

The surrounding forests may be quiet, but the inside of your suits are filled with the joyful laughter of two friends who continue on their merry way to find some aurelac.

What yesterday lacked in aurelac, it made up for in emotional gains. You had spent the rest of the day with Cee, strengthening your tender bond, exploring the terrain that The Blue had to offer. Ezra kept to his promise and checked in on you two hourly, making sure that you hadn’t run into any other travelers or went too far off the grid. Your group hadn’t crossed paths with any other citizens of the galaxy since you landed, which didn’t surprise or disappoint any of you; the three of you needed some peacetime for regrouping. 

You start today by scanning the pod’s dashboard of lights to make sure nothing is out of order. Because of his contempt to the idea of you prospecting, Ezra had assigned you to be the pod’s programmer. Pods were cheap to rent, so they were justifiably subject to malfunctions. Given that Cee and Ezra were tasked with mapping out The Blue and harvesting aurelac, you obliged to take the responsibility of operating the astronomical vehicle. The other job you had been given was keeper of the harvested aurelac. Once in its containers, you were to check on the gems every day and make sure that none had cracked during transport. The problem is that you haven’t had any luck at finding such valuables. It has been documented that The Blue does contain aurelac, but that it is extremely difficult to find. However, the average gem on The Blue is thrice the size of that which The Green holds. So the size and abundance differences are a lawful tradeoff. 

While you’re analyzing a digital screen on the dashboard, an expressive yawn escapes a man’s mouth. You twist to see Ezra stretching his arm out, eyes and nose scrunched in delight at the wringing out of his muscles. A smile graces your face as you take in his exaggerated display of awakening, and he mirrors your smile when he opens his eyes. His arm relaxes at his side, and a raspy morning voice greets you, “Hi.” You smirk at his unadorned statement and say back, “Hi.” He holds your gaze for a moment before turning to pick his mechanical arm up off the floor next to him. After losing his arm on The Green, his prospecting abilities fell drastically. He had to take out a loan to pay for the artificial limb, but it would restore his talents, so it was a fair deal. That’s why the three of you had gone on this mission, rather than building your friendship on Puggart Bench: to harvest aurelac to repay the loan.

Cee grabs both you and Ezra’s attention as she wakes with a start. Getting up and out of her pilot’s chair, she merrily folds her blankets and marches over to her equipment hatch. You and Ezra share a look of bewilderment, and he questions, “Good morning?” She flips around to you both, forgetting that you were in the pod with her. She cheers, “Good morning!” Reading the two confused expressions that watch her, she explains, “I want to go and look at this area that we missed yesterday. It has a lot of hills, so maybe that’s an indicator of more deposits. I was going to look at it yesterday, but then we came together for lunch, and I completely forgot about it until now.” Noting that she is the only one in the pod that is anywhere near awake, she asks both you and Ezra, “Is it okay if I go by myself?”

Memories of the last 36 hours flicker in your head, discomforting your nerves. It’s not that you don’t trust Ezra, but you don’t trust Ezra. The outburst that he had the other night frightened the shit out of you, and you’ve been wary to interact with him at all, let alone without Cee present to diffuse the situation if it got too tense. The fear he had shoved upon you was still fresh, but the excitement in Cee’s face and your tiresome brain convinced you that it would be okay. Maybe during this time alone you could patch things up with him. Him and Cee had given you a general rundown of what had happened on The Green when you first met, but you could prod Ezra about the details. Hopefully you could uncover some explanations to his night terrors. 

You look over at him to gauge his reaction to her proposition, and he’s staring at you with puppy-dog eyes. His mouth is turned up in a soft smile, and you can’t help but grin at the way his hair is still unruly from his sleep. Suddenly you feel a pleasant heat between your legs, and you can’t tell if it’s just your body waking up or the overwhelming desire to pepper a million kisses over the sleepy man’s face. Refusing to admit to yourself that the latter is the true culprit of your wetness, you shake your head slightly to rock you out of your trance and say to Cee, “Yeah, that would be fine.” Ezra’s smile at you widens before he turns to Cee and inputs, “I concur. Like always, just be sure to watch your surroundings carefully. You’ll find us here when you return.” She nods once and turns to her equipment hatch, signaling you and Ezra to turn to yours as well to give her some privacy as she changes. Once changed, she closes her hatch, puts her helmet on and departs, “I’ll be on channel one. See you guys later!” You and Ezra both give halfhearted waves, still too tired to formulate any meaningful words. The door to the pod closes behind her, and you are alone with Ezra. 

The anticipation of being alone with him made you more anxious than how you feel now, letting your eyes fall to the man still on the floor. He’s already looking up at you, the lazy smile still pulling at his cheeks. The desire to invite yourself into his bed, wrap yourself in his blankets and limbs in order to match the warmth that is flooding your genitals, and doze off into a lustful nap tries to take over your mind. You fight it with everything you have and make your way over to your pilot’s chair. Positioning yourself so that you’re facing Ezra, he simply asks you, “Hungry?” You nod your head and he reaches behind himself. His hand reappears with a Bits Bar, tossing it to you. The only sounds that fill the pod are the crinkling of the wrappers and your respective chewing. Although you’re both preoccupied with eating, Ezra’s silence is deafening. He tended to drop his confusing lingo when talking to you, since he wasn’t trying to trick you. He hadn’t had the courage to reveal his true feelings to you yet, which will be so poetic and heartfelt it will make you sick to your stomach, so he stuck to simple statements. He wanted you to note the difference between his conversations with you and other people, so he made it a very clear point to forgo his prose and expansive vocabulary. He wanted you to note that he revealed his truest sentiments to you and tried his best to hide them from others. 

The peaceful nature of the morning encouraged you to bring up an irritating topic with him, “I only want to prospect because I want to help you guys.” He tries to keep his eyes on his food, knowing that looking into your eyes will ignite his possessive and protective nature, “I know that. And it doesn’t matter how many motives you come up with, birdie, there will never be a time when you’re in my care that you will prospect. That’s the extent that I will let this conversation fester to.” His dismissive demeanor infuriates you. You fire back at him, trying not to let your tension leak into your voice, “I’m not Cee. You are not my parent or my guardian, you’re my partner. So there’s no social expectation that I have to submit to your desires.” His irritation grows, entertaining his fingers by folding the wrapper, “That is technically true. But a good partner will never put their partner at risk. And I have deemed it risky for you to prospect.” His retaliation sets you off. You didn’t want this to turn into an argument, but you also don’t want to back down from this. Your eyebrows crease together in frustration, your arms cross and your mouth sets itself in a frown. 

He looks up from his distraction and becomes infuriated by your look. Now he’s pissed. He begins a verbal knife fight, “Maybe if you had experienced what it’s like to have a shitty partner, you would appreciate my efforts to protect you.”

“I’m not ungrateful.”

“In a way, you are. You abandoned everything you had on Puggart Bench once you met me and Cee. You had friends, a nice family, a stable living situation, a good education. Don’t blame me for a position that you put yourself in.”

“First of all, that’s how it looked to you. Second, a good education in prospecting! Maybe if you weren’t staring at my ass every second of every day, you would have asked me what I was studying. I can probably prospect better than you can.”

“I’d find pure, mocking enjoyment in seeing you try to harvest. I would bet my life that I can prospect better than you can, even with my impediment!” He motions to his mechanical arm.

“You wouldn’t have the impediment if you weren’t so fucking devious! And don’t even get me started on the arrogance, or the fucking pretentiousness!”

Your overheated exchange comes to a halt when the pod’s door opens. Cee climbs in, and you and Ezra try to mask your fury for each other as much as you can. She acknowledges the two of you and says, “Just need an air filter.” The atmosphere turns awkward as you watch her get what she needs out of her hatch. She’s leaving as soon as she came in, and you hold up a parting hand and say, “Be safe. Have fun.” She tilts her chin at you, and Ezra chimes in, “Be safe, Sparrow.” She exits, disappearing into The Blue.

Her interruption quelled the fire that burned between you and Ezra, subsequently drowning you in a wave of guilt over your words. Ezra’s looking down at his hands, shadows keeping his expression unreadable. You uncross your arms in defeat as you feel tears gather on your bottom eyelids. Opening your mouth to apologize, Ezra puts his hand up and directs, “Don’t apologize.” You protest, “But-” He cuts you off, “Don’t. Apologize.” You audibly sigh and sit back in your chair, not facing him anymore. You wish you could just kiss him. It would shut the both of you up and finally bring your shared, passionate feelings to the surface. Instead you opt to stare at the program board in front of you. How sexy. Such allure. You roll your eyes at your own naivety. 

Both of you sit and replay all of the moments that led you to the peak that you sit atop, questioning how to safely start the descent. You decide to break the silence with a neutral topic, “Why do you call her Sparrow?” Staying turned away from each other, Ezra answers, “Well, now that I have two little birds in my life, I have to distinguish them.” Your heart glows at his comment, but it’s not enough to wipe the somber expression off of your face. 

“Why Sparrow though?”

“She’s adaptable. She’s been able to keep a sane mind while traveling through Puggart Bench, The Green, The Ephrate, The Blue. The presence of others doesn’t deter her from her work, yet she’s not aloof to their existence.”

His musings entertain you. Your anger begins to become a thing of the past as you get off of your chair and sit down on the floor a few feet away from him. Being on a literal level playing field only increases your ease. 

“What are you?”

He smirks, “A magpie.”

“I should’ve known.”

You share a bit of laughter before he explains, “I’m intelligent in trickery. I take pride in my illusions, but that’s not all I possess. Once I find my mate, I become protective of them, sometimes to the point of absurdity. A magpie male and female share the brunt of building a nest; as all great relationships should split the responsibility of reconciliation equally.” Regarding his last sentence, he raises one eyebrow at you. You stretch your legs out so that the soles of your shoes touch his.

“Magpies mate for life.”

You break your eye contact. You have grown shy from his pointed allusions, so you playfully fiddle his feet with yours. A moment passes before he says, “You’re a snow goose.” Confused, you look up at him, “A snow goose?” He nods enthusiastically, “Yes, a snow goose.” You shake your head, giggling, “I’ve never heard of those.” He leans forward with shock, “Really?” “Yep.” He shakes his head once and stands up to open his equipment hatch above you. He pulls out a book and sits back down, this time beside you. All About Birds. You assume the birds are alphabetized as you watch him flip the book open about 4/5 of the way through, and he presents you with a page: “Snow Goose”. Amused by the fact that he wasn’t lying, you let out a laugh. He laughs with you, “My Goose needs to brush up on her avian animal knowledge.” A minute has to pass before the cackling subsides. Then he paraphrases, “Snow geese are another adaptable bird, preferring to travel in packs. They roost mainly in bodies of water: marshes, ponds, the like. Ringing true to stereotypes of the general breed, they are very territorial of their property once they claim what is theirs. Snow geese have a brilliant white coat, which I equate to your magnificent aura. They are similar to magpies in that they mate for life.”

You look up from the book and are greeted with chocolate eyes glazed in infatuation. Thighs and arms pressed together, you turn to rest your chin on Ezra’s shoulder. Flickering eyes go back and forth between his eyes and his lips, signaling to him that if he wanted to kiss you, you wouldn’t object. He inserts, “Snow geese also don’t lack in paying homage to their reputation of being loud bitches.” You gasp and lay a swat on his chest as he chuckles away at his poking. After he has had his fill of laughing, you return to your resting place on his shoulder and let out a sigh. 

A few quiet moments go by before you look up at him and admire the handsome, irritating, brave, stubborn, loving man who are you enamored with. You reach your hand up and comb your fingers through his hair once, twice. He leans into your hand as you continue to brush his locks, “Ezra?” He hums, eyes closing rapidly from the lulling pleasure you’re giving him, “Mm-hm?” You whisper, “I’m sorry.” A stark contrast from earlier, he allows your apology. He opens his eyes and they’re dripping with honest remorse and helpless romance, “I’m sorry too.”

Yesterday didn’t amount to what you had originally planned to accomplish, but it was still a good day. Despite all of the insult hurling and badmouthing, you and Ezra ended the day on a nice note. Getting to the bottom of his nightmares could wait for another time. You both had needed a day of fun together to put aside your hostilities before you embarked on discussing trauma. Cee had returned without a problem, hands void of aurelac but filled with notes of The Blue’s landscape. 

You wake up, startled, All About Birds slipping off of your lap and onto the floor. You had sliced it out of Ezra’s dormant fingers after he had fallen asleep, your curiosity piqued from his earlier paraphrasing. Cee’s awake and bustling about in the pod, trying to find something, anything, to eat that isn’t a Bits Bar or a Slurry Pack. As you lean over to pick the book up from the floor, you catch Ezra’s eyes on you. 

He’s standing at his equipment hatch, doing some much needed cleaning up. He’s a traveler who believes in organized chaos, that putting things in their “right” place takes up too much valuable time. 

You smile up at him shyly and as you sit back upright with the book in your hands he says, “Did you find any specimens that better suit us?” You shake your head, “No, you were pretty damn spot on with your choices.” He flashes a smug grin, one that paints your face pink with amusement. Cee plops down in her chair with a huff of defeat, unwrapping a Bits Bar. Ezra hears her and says, “(Y/N) and I will take today’s assignment, Cee. You’ve warranted yourself a break after your ingenious expeditioning yesterday.” She says, “Good, because my legs feel like jelly.” The three of you laugh and you get up and rush to your equipment hatch. With your and Ezra’s friendship on its way to restoration, you were excited to find what the day would hold. The two of you get dressed in a flash, and you tell Cee before putting on your helmet, “We’ll be on channel one, like always.” She sticks a thumb up from behind her chair, and with that you and Ezra are on your way out of the pod.

The rays of the Sun today are periwinkle, streaming through small gaps in the overhanging vegetation. The air is tinted royal blue, the trees shimmer with teal sparkles, the soil a shade of navy. You inhale deeply as if you can smell the fresh air through your air filter, imagining a place where you could be with your gang without all of this clumsy equipment, without giving up the majesty that this landscape has. 

Ezra snaps you out of your daydream, “Where to today, Snow Goose?” 

You pull out a map from a pocket on your back and scan it, looking for any uncharted territory. “Let’s go west today. There’s a big chunk of land that we haven’t documented yet.” 

He nods and begins your quest by turning to the left and walking. You follow him, folding the map and keeping it in your hands. Little conversation is shared between the two of you for the first bit of the journey and the silences aren’t awkward. The majority of your time is spent looking up, admiring the scenery as the Sun comes up and illuminates more of the land. Different hues of blue are unearthed as light reaches deeper crevices: the underside of leaves show turquoise veins, the inside of a hollowed tree trunk boasts a purplish-blue hybrid. The puddles on the ground vary in shape, size, depth and color, and are scattered about the ground in an oddly methodical fashion. 

After a while of marveling at the sights, you regret getting dressed so quickly. You hadn’t brushed your hair properly, and the braid you had put it in was loose. Rubbing against your helmet with all of your head turning, the braid had fallen almost completely out of his shape and it was threatening to combine with your sweat to mold to your face. You instinctively put your hands to your helmet to try to push it out of your way, but you are met with glass resistance. Ezra, peeking over his broad shoulder to make sure he hadn’t lost you, notices your frustration, “Let me help you with that.” You furrow your eyebrows at him and wave off his help, “No, it’s okay. I’ll deal with it.” He shook his head quickly and spins on his heels, looking around and spots two conveniently placed tree stumps, one behind the other, that will accommodate te his fantasy. He gestures to them, “Have a seat, Goose.” 

You stand there, not wanting to indulge in the dream. This was just as much of a dream for you as it is for Ezra. He watched you, everyday before you went out of the pod, braid your hair and willed that one day it would be his hands that would twist your smooth locks. And everyday you braided your hair, you would envision him standing behind you, concentrating hard on his handiwork, his hot breath cascading down the back of your neck, his knuckles grazing your back. Ezra starts walking over to the stumps and motions for you to follow. 

You obey his command and sit down on the seat in front of his, scooting back so that he doesn’t have to reach very far to touch you. A depressing gasp fills the air as you detach your helmet and set it in your lap. Ezra’s gloves appear over your shoulder, “Can you hold these for me?” You were already turned on enough by the thought of him braiding your hair, now he would be braiding your hair with naked fingers and you got to hold the battered material that guarded those impossibly large hands almost everyday? Yeah, this is an illusion. You wait to wake up from your slumber. but are reminded that this situation is very real when Ezra’s fingers reach around your head to brush the sweaty hairs out of your face. His touch is gentle, unlike from the incident a few days ago. Now that you aren’t fighting for your life, you can take in the small, romantic details that you didn’t notice before. The pads of his fingers are rough but not scratchy. You see his fingernails, neatly trimmed and free from any sort of grime. How he pulls off that sorcery while being a prospector, regardless of the gloves, you will never know. 

You tense as his fingers glide over your bruised neck, collecting your hair and bringing it all to your back. He holds your hair in one hand while the other stutters on a bruise. He senses your unease and strangles out, “I’m sorry.” You grip his gloves a little tighter, trying to fight your tears from spilling, and shake your head slightly, “It’s okay.” You’re ready to move past it. It’s important to remember that it happened, but you’re ready to rebuild your relationship. Like he jabbed at you the other day, leaving Puggart Bench had been tough for you. You worry that your leaving left behind permanent scars that would impact the relationships you had there. Ezra and Cee feel like the only friendships that you can count on to last. You need them. 

Knocking you out of your despair, Ezra pulls your hair to one of your shoulders and rests his chin on the other. He turns his head so that his breath spills across your bare neck. He runs a finger lightly across a bruise and asks, mouth millimeters away from your skin, “May I?” You nod, and he plants an imperceptibly light kiss on your neck. You let a tear dribble down your cheek, wiping it away as quickly as it ran. 

A thought enters your mind: my god, his lips are soft as fuck. The combination of the softness with the tickling of his patchy facial hair was heavenly, if not orgasmic. You giggle at your own thoughts* (*thots), intriguing Ezra, “What is it?” You decide to be transparent, “Nothing, it’s just that your mouth is soft as fuck.” A hearty laugh erupts from his chest, “Now I don’t want to put an end to your seductive observations, Goose, but I want this to be an innocent affair.” You smile and sit up straight, letting him know that you are willing to drop the flirtation. For now.

His fingers separate your hair into three sections and he says, referencing the other day, “As a treaty to our battles, I would like to clarify that I don’t think you’re ungrateful.” A soft smile graces your face and you input your own treatise, “And I don’t think you’re arrogant or fucking pretentious. You are a little devious though.” 

He chuckles, “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be the scoundrel that I am, now would I?”

You shake your head no. No, he wouldn’t be the scoundrel that you are not so secretively in love with. As you sit there, enjoying the limited amount of time you are allowed with your helmet off, the details of your dreams prove to be true: you can feel Ezra’s concentrated breath warm the nape of your neck, his knuckles tap your suit when he twists your hair a certain way. You yearn for the day that you will be able to touch each other, feel each other’s true weight and texture, without the suits getting in the way.

“So, if you’re so good at prospecting, why don’t you tell me how you do it?” 

His tone is playful and your situation could not be more peaceful, so you decide to indulge him, “Well, first you have to find a deposit, which is usually indicated by a lump in the ground.”

He verifies your first step, “Uh-huh...?”

“Then you want to pour a solution into the deposit’s hole. You don’t want to pour too much though, or else it could cause an explosion.”

Ezra’s hands stop. You turn and ask him, “Is everything okay?” He nods, his eyes first staring off into the landscape and then refocusing once they land on you. He continues to involuntarily nod as he says, “That’s what permitted Cee and I to escape The Green. She threw an entire pint of solution into a deposit. Nearly blew the entire place to bits.” 

You feel rude when you realize that your mouth is hanging open in shock. You close your mouth and words about his time on The Green tumble out of his, “I am devious, indeed. But there were people--beings--there that would make me look like an angel. I take responsibility for killing Cee’s father because he tried to hijack my stash. A man’s work is no petty thing, Goose. I ended up having to kill two others there, in the end. I overestimated our luck after the first one, thinking that it would’ve been a simple escape. I killed the other mercilessly. You see now, Goose, the dangers that I encountered on The Green alone. I would never be able to forgive myself if I allowed you into harm’s way, and you became a tragedy.” 

You reach a hand out and cup his face, which he leans into. He still holds onto your hair, your braid halfway done, and you say, “I was ungrateful, and I’m sorry for that.” He shakes his head once, taking your hand from his face and kissing your palm, “Now you see why I wanted to strangle you in my nightmare. I dreamt that you were someone else, some other thing, that was threatening to drag our trio back to that wretched land.” You both breathe out a shaky laugh, trying to lighten the mood. Even though it was nervous, you are glad that the both of you are taking some steps in the right direction. 

He clears his throat and sits up straight, “Now, after you dodge an eruption, what is the next step of prospecting?” 

You face ahead and let him continue your braid as you speak, “Next you want to remove the husk from the deposit, and cut the cord that connects the two. Then you want to remove the inner membrane from the husk.” 

He quizzes you, “And what’s inside the inner membrane?”

“The aurelac gem.”

“Correct. Continue.” 

“Then you want to cut out any blisters, but if you cut too carelessly you could puncture it, which will release acid. If that happens then the gem ceases to be worth anything.” 

“That’s where my expertise usually falters.” 

“Finally you want to remove the gem from the inner membrane, douse it in fazer solution, and you have your stone.” 

He tests you again, “What is the purpose of the fazer solution?”

“To stabilize the gem and increase its clarity. Higher clarity grants higher payout.”

He pats your shoulder twice and ties your hair off with the hair tie you used for your loose braid, “Fantastic job, Goose. Couldn’t have explained it better myself.” He stands, walks around your stumps and holds a hand out to you. You take it, even though you were perfectly capable of getting up yourself. You got to hand him his gloves, and he stops you, “Wait a minute.” Both of his hands come to the sides of your face and push a few stray hairs behind your ears; the finishing touches to his masterpiece. You can tell he did a good job without having to look at it, since it didn't feel too loose or too tight, and the problem you had before was now solved. His tongue darts out and runs the edge of his bottom lip before he takes a step back, throwing his hands up, “Voila!” You giggle, eliciting a smile from Ezra wide enough to make the skin around his eyes crinkle in happiness. You hand him his gloves, which he puts on before you both secure your helmets back to your suits. 

Ezra checks in with Cee, “Everything alright, Sparrow?” 

A few seconds pass before she answers, “Yep, just listening to my music. Everything alright on your end?” 

“Affirmative. We’ll be staying outside for lunch. Over and out.” 

Ezra’s eyes gaze into yours for a brief moment before they move past your shoulder, eyebrows raised and mouth agape. You ask, “What?” before turning and following his stare. A patch of undisturbed soil, littered with lumps. In his rush by you, Ezra grabs your hand and pulls you along with him as you run to the potential aurelac deposits, laughing at his enthusiasm. He halts at the brink of the field, choosing which one he wants to dig up first. You suggest, “Why don’t we start from the outside and work our way in?” He nods, “That’s a great idea,” and drops to his knees. You stare at the mound in front of him as you sink down to the ground, pulling out your map. You mark where this field is located as he preps his harvesting tools. Once he’s prepared, he sighs and takes your hand, “Do you want to help me, Goose?” 

You nearly spring to your feet with excitement, “Would I ever!” 

He beams at your reaction and begins the process by clearing the dirt away from the mound to reveal the deposit. “How about for this first time, you just hand me the tools?” You nod, taking this as slowly as he wants to, “Whatever you’d like.” He grins as he cuts a hole in the deposit, knife already in hand. “Solution,” he requests. You hand him the bottle and he does the honor of pouring it over the deposit. A white steam emits from the hole, and he reaches in and grabs the husk. “Let me cut this cord, you can do the next one.” You agree and watch as he cuts it with his knife. He places the husk on a flat patch of land and requests his next tool, “Scalpel.” You hand him a Ralon Crusader Laser Scalpel and watch him work.

Laser scalpels are primarily used for precision work, like this step and the removal of blisters, while any generic knives will do the job when cutting the cord or opening up the deposit. 

You watch as he makes an incision in the husk, handing you back the tool once he’s done. He wrangles the inner membrane out of the husk and holds his hand out. You know that he wants the scalpel back, and you give it to him. He flashes you a smile for your readiness, but then hands you the scalpel back. You take it, confused, and he says, “I’d like you to cut the blisters off of this one.” 

Your pupils narrow and your muscles grow tense. You know the steps of prospecting backwards and forwards, but you had never carried out a lab experiment, let alone prospected aurelac in the wild. Ezra lays a gentle hand on your forearm, “I have eternal faith in you, Goose.” You move toward the membrane and turn the scalpel on. Ezra holds it steady for you as you go to remove the blister. There’s only one, which is a slight relief. You plunge the scalpel into the membrane, thinking that the skin would be thicker, and a hiss greets you. You pull back as the membrane deflates and an amber liquid seeps from it, the hissing never stopping. Your mortified eyes look up into Ezra’s and you immediately apologize, “I’m so sorry, Ezra, I thought that-” He raises a hand, “It is not a big deal in the slightest, Goose. I’ve never come across a prospector that didn’t puncture the membrane, or fail to mix the fazer solution correctly the first time.” He senses your lingering humiliation and grabs your shoulders, turning you even more towards himself, “Really, it’s fine.” You want to melt into his hands, crawl into his lap and just hide there until you feel better, but you know that you have to move on. 

He points to the mound behind you, “Let’s try that one.” You stay on the ground and move the tools with you, while Ezra stands and walks over before he squats. You hand him the knife, watch him repeat the process and hand him tools as he needs them: slice the deposit, squirt in the solution, remove the husk, sever the cord, open the husk, take the membrane out. He looks to you, “I want you to try again.” Turning the scalpel on, its vibrations feel more vigorous against your heightened nerves than they did last time. Ezra assumes his position of securing the slippery pod, and you begin cutting. Again only one blister, you circle the blemish with the blade. Once the circle is complete, Ezra reminds you, “It’s easiest to pull it off with your fingers.” You follow his directions, turning the instrument off and setting it to the side. You pull on sticky flesh, and the part that you cut comes off easily. Ezra sighs, “Incredible.” Sliding his fingers in between the membrane and the aurelac, he pulls the rock out and discards the pouch. He calls for the fazer solution, which you hand him and watch as he washes the gem with it. Another hissing sound can be heard, much quieter than the one that came when you punctured the membrane. He holds the aurelac up to the blue Sun, and both of you observe, amazed, at how the light shines through the gem. Aurelac is an amber-hued stone, sometimes with ripples in the color, encased in a foggy crystal. The blue light complements the orange shade of the gem exquisitely. 

Ezra turns to you, eyes bright with satisfaction, hands muddied with gristle, “Superb job, Goose!” He leans into you, helmet shields touching and reaches forward to kiss your glass. You smile and laugh with him in gratification. You can’t wait to harvest the rest of the mounds with your partner. 

A warmth you have never felt before bestows itself to you this early morning. It flourishes in your heart and subsequently pumps through your body, reaching from the crown of your head all the way down to the soles of your feet. It stretches from your ribs to the ends of your fingertips, running in cycles back and forth. The cause of this pleasure was not from the large aurelac haul you had pulled yesterday, but from the man that you harvested with. Ezra’s arms encircle you, heavy with sleep. You’re swaddled in his blankets with him, the depths of sleep tempting you to fall back down to their level of subconscious. The Sun hasn’t risen yet. 

You had crawled into Ezra’s awaiting lap after Cee had fallen asleep the night before. It wasn’t that you felt like you had to hide your feelings from her, but the dynamic still made you feel a little bit awkward, even with Ezra’s reassurance and Cee’s encouragement to pursue him. You would feel more comfortable if she were to wake up and find the two of you in your designated sleeping arrangements, and not in an amorous yet innocent entanglement of limbs. 

You can practically feel a rainbow sprout from your chest as you look up at Ezra, finding delight in his relaxed expression. His hair is messy not from the tossing and turning of a restless night’s sleep, but the enamored strokes of a yearning partner’s fingers. The whirlwind of malachite butterflies in your stomach nudges you away from sleep. You press your hands into Ezra’s chest, where they have been resting, and turn to nuzzle your nose into his collarbone before you start to slip out of his embrace. Gently lifting his arms off of you in an effort to keep him asleep, you fail. He cups the side of your face and rubs his thumb back and forth against your cheek a few times before he lets his arm fall to his side. He gives you a smile of understanding, allowing you to leave him only because he will dream about holding onto you for forever once he drifts off again. You give him a playful boop on his nose before you stand and trudge over to your pilot’s chair, sinking down into your own cold blankets. You try your best to recreate the heat you just deserted by bundling yourself up tight, but it’s not the same. However uncomfortable, you quickly succumb to the temptation of sleep. 

The true morning gives rise to an energetic group of prospectors. Still joyful about yesterday’s collection, you, Cee and Ezra are enthusiastic to stroll around The Blue again and see what else could be in store for you. Stretching in your chair, Ezra grabs your raised hands and leans over the back of your seat. You look up into his eyes and he greets you, “Good morning, Goose.” You smile and tease, “Good morning, Magpie.”

Cee blurts out, “Finally, you give her a nickname too!” You and Ezra laugh as he releases your hands, and you turn to face Cee at her equipment hatch. “I like Magpie too. Very fitting,” she raises an eyebrow at Ezra and he shoots you a wink. You get up to fold your blanket, Ezra glides over to his own equipment hatch, and Cee says, “You know, I say you guys last night.” Your face instantly beats red, and Cee notices, “No, it’s fine. It makes me happy to see a couple that can get over obstacles and love each other through it all.” You still feel a bit embarrassed, but shrug it off. 

A word she chose makes you question Ezra, “Are we a couple?” 

“Of course. We’ve always been partners, haven’t we?” 

Suited up, the three of you enter The Blue. After your daily assessment of the land (beautiful, as always) you turn to Cee and wait for her direction. She had mapped out the majority of the Blue Moon the day that you and Ezra stayed inside the pod, so you trusted her guidance the most. Ezra asks, “Where to today, birdies?” Cee analyzes the map before pointing to an area, “This block was filled with hills. It didn’t look like there were many deposits, but then again I’m not the best at spotting them.” Eager to start, you ask, “Which way do we go?” Ezra glances at the map, points to the right and commences your expedition, “This is the way.” 

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