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honestlytastygayasstrash · 1 year

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my band named Germaphobe

Genres-Grunge, Punk, Garage rock, Queercore, Riot grrrl, Hardcore punk, Surf rock, Goth rock, Post-hardcore, Sludge metal, Heavy metal, Pop punk, Noise rock, Alternative rock, Experimental rock, Indie rock, Post-punk, No wave, Alternative metal, Hard rock, Noise pop, Art pop, Art rock, Pop rock, Anarcho-punk, Power pop, Prog rock, Space rock, Electronic rock, Prog metal, Pop, Electronica, Alternative hip-hop, Electropop, Rap rock, Indie pop, Post-emo, Rock, Synth pop, Electronic rock, Hip-hop, Indietronica, Bedroom pop, Indie folk, Lo-fi, Horror punk, Folk blues, Folk, New wave, Industrial rock, Alternative pop, Experimental, Lo-fi pop, Proto-punk, Garage rock, Garage rock revival, Post-punk revival, Beat, Psychedelia, Blues rock, Punk, blues, Folk rock, Soft rock, Blues rock, British blues, R&B, Blues, Prog pop, Orchestral pop, Pop rock, Glam rock, Post-punk revival, Dance punk, Dance rock, Psychedelic rock, Psychedelic pop, Neo psychedelia, Trip hop, Folk punk, West coast hip hop, Gansta rap, Rap, Lounge pop, Post britpop, Britpop, Garage punk, College rock, Dream pop, Shoegaze, Pop rap, Underground hip-hop, Baroque pop, Folktronica, Post-hardcore, Nu metal, jazz rap, R&B

Inspirations-Black Flag, Sex Pistols, Black Sabbath, The Ramones, Sonic Youth, Soundgarden, Alice In Chains, Nirvana, Pixies, The Smashing Pumpkins, Blur, Pearl Jam, Fifth Column, Big Man, Bomb, The Apostles, Academy 23, No Brain Cell, Gorse, Pansy Division, Muse, Radiohead, 21 Pilots, Green Day, Chloe Moriondo, Cavetown, Misfits, Leadbelly, Queen, The Cure, Depeche Mode, Slipknot, Siouxsie And The Banshees, Joy Division, Bauhaus, Carseat Head Rest, Girl In Red, Velvet Underground, The Strokes, The Beatles, The Kooks, The Kinks, The White Stripes, The Cult, The Smiths, Fleetwood Mac, Jimi Hendrix, The Clash, The Rolling Stones, Lil Peep, The Who, Iron Maiden, Aerosmith, Led Zeppelin, Electric Lights Orchestra, David Bowie, Franz Ferdinand, MGMT, Gorillaz, NOAHFINNCE, Bears In Trees, Dr Dre, Snoop Dogg, Roar, Eminem, Arctic Monkeys, Sir Chloe, Tally Hall, Mother Mother, Mitski, The Hives, The Sisters Of Mercy, Beach Bunny, The Killers, The Talking Heads, R.E.M., My Bloody Valentine, Lil uzi Vert, Lil Wayne, Run DMC, MF Doom, Hole, Vampire Weekend, Alt J, Naked Ray Gun, Linkin Park, Tyler The Creator, Daft Punk, St. Vincent, Wolf Alice, Joan Jett, Bikini Kill

Members with quick bios and their instruments

Ophelia Fable (me!)

Instruments in band-lead singer, guitarist, cello, ukulele

Instruments-singing, guitar, cello, violin, piano, drums, bass, ukulele, synthesiser, melodica, omnichord, keys, drum machines, banjo, turntables, trumpet, percussion, key tar, organ, tambourine, sampler

Pronouns-they/them

Gender-transfemme enby

Sexuality-demiro lesbian ace

Age-22

Race-white/brown/indigenous

Religion-atheistic satanist, has islamic beliefs but does not identify as a muslim, paganism

Mbti-infp

Ned Swarbrick

Instruments in band-support singer, guitar

Instruments-singing, guitar, keyboard, synthesiser, turntables

Pronouns-he/him

Gender-cis male

Sexuality-unlabelled

Age-23

Race-white/japanese

Religion-buddhism, shinto

Mbti-enfj

Jay Wheller

Instruments in band-support singer, guitarist, ukulele

Instruments-singing, guitar, ukulele, drums, keyboard, piano, synthesiser, turntables

Pronouns-any pronouns

Gender-unlabelled

Sexuality-unlabelled

Age-22

Race-white/japanese

Religion-buddhism, shinto

Mbti-isfj

Brynn Brown

Instruments in band-bass

Instruments-bass, guitar, drum machine, piano, keyboard, banjo

Pronouns-he/him

Gender-cis male

Sexuality-straight

Age-23

Race-white

Religion-satanism

Mbti-enfp

Xander Hudson

Instruments in band-bass (uses pedals to make it sound like a synth), keyboard

Instruments-bass, guitar, keytar, drum machine, piano, keyboard, banjo

Pronouns-any pronouns

Gender-agender

Sexuality-aroace

Age-24

Race-white

Religion-believes in predestination in Islam but is not a muslim, satanism

Mbti-enfp

Alex Sam

Instruments in band-support singer, drums

Instruments-singing, drums, bass, guitar, percussion, drum machine, turntables, trumpet, ukulele

Pronouns-he/him

Gender-cis femme

Sexuality-straight

Age-25

Race-white/black

Religion-islam

Mbti-enfj

albums and EPs (we have not published any)

I have no mouth and I must scream (album)

btw I changed the band members including myself's names for privacy

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gemma-bxckett-gallagher · 4 years

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Hazy- Self Para

TW: Eating disorder, TW: Step-Sibling relationship

“There’s no quiet place here on earth for our love, not in the village and not anywhere else, so I picture a grave, deep and narrow, in which we embrace as if clamped together, I bury my face against you, you yours against me, and no one will ever see us.”— Franz Kafka, The Castle

No one moment can be credited with my destruction. The insufferable agony of breaking comes in spurts. It began when I watched him walk away from the family that had moulded me for the first thirteen years of my life. They were riddled with flaws, passing their disfunction down the line and planting seeds of insecurity in the impressionable foundation of my being. My father’s permanent departure from the city of my love was the first crack in my stability, I tried to smooth it over, following all the rules placed before me until the crack ran deeper. At sixteen I joined a new family and was forced to take a bite out of the poison apple. It was bitter at first, overwhelming and impossibly daunting. I now remember it with nostalgic beauty, but I wonder if that isn’t coloured by the sentimental memories of our earliest days together.

I spent months perfecting the art of polite sibling-hood. It was kind, friendly exchanges loaded with the awkwardness of being thrown together so late in life. None of it was planned. In fact, I tried to avoid any thoughts that might lead us down the path that now, in retrospect, seems so inevitable. He was cute then, in the way that cheeky teenage boys are, when they ooze newly harnessed sexuality, making sixteen year old girls believe there’s more to them than just charm and charisma. They’re the boys who seem like they’re so much smarter than possible. Seldom do the lights go out in New York City’s wealthier areas. In fact, in my years spent living in the penthouse, that was the only night that darkness trapped us. We’d been left to our own devices, in the loosest sense of the word. My father and step-mother were off on one of their many holidays, leaving Jamie, Brynn, and I with the oversized apartment to ourselves. It was Thursday night and my twelve year old stepsister had been asleep for hours when the power cut out. I was laying in the bathtub, two candles burning across the room and the lights of the other boroughs visible through the window. Rinsing off with what hot water was left, I tried to come up with a plan, but instead stood in the bathroom as the water droplets dripped down my excessively thin teenage body. Wrapped in a towel and cradling one of the candles between my hands I ventured into the darkness, creeping down the hallway carefully. Finally making it to my room in one piece, I was able to pull on the pyjamas I’d tossed on the chair that morning before hearing a knock on the door. Startled, I swung it open to find Jamie on the other side, a flashlight in his hand. “Are you alright?” he asked, all floppy curls and clear green eyes. “Yeah…”I nodded as if the question was absurd. I didn’t want him to know that I was relieved to see him in the darkness of the hallway. I was afraid of a lot of things, but oddly enough the dark wasn’t one of them. “Are you?” I asked to fill the silence before I said something stupid. “Totally,” he replied, his words were dripping with false bravado. “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t freaked out,” he shrugged and turned to leave my doorway, then slowly stopped to look back at me. “Gemma?” My name fell from his lips so delicately I could barely hear him, each syllable felt too light to be associated with the person I saw myself as, too beautiful for me to have never noticed the sing song quality of the ‘M’s as they met the ‘A’. “I hate the dark,” he finally admitted, the edge of his bottom lip tucked carefully under his top teeth. “I do too,” I lied, the idea of his vulnerability gave me strange ache. Not unlike the one that came when Claire told me about the darkness she’d seen. His lip was free and a relaxed smile spread across his face. “The battery on my computer is charged if you want to watch a movie or something.” I wish I could remember what we put on or how much of it we actually watched. Instead I remember how soft his sheets were and how he smelled like mint and leather and that strangely alluring mix of skin and teenage boy. I can still hear his soft breathing in my mind, set to the soundtrack of my racing heard as he moved closer to me. The only word I remember hearing before he kissed me is “finally,” but I can’t be sure who said it, although it was a sentiment we both shared whole heartedly. There was fumbling, trying to pull off articles of clothing without pulling away from each other. Limbs knocked awkwardly together and uncoordinated pawing at the parts we’d always kept hidden. It was uncomfortable and over too quickly. It didn’t feel like I’d imagined and I was more okay with that than I would have thought. I didn’t mind the stillness in the room around us, or that within minutes his face was scrunched up and a groan fell from him. We fell asleep in the strange darkness of the city, the sound of the rain lulling us into peace. That was the first of many nights spent side by side while the rest of the house slept. Neither of us mentioned the risk that came with being together. There was an unspoken understanding that the reality was too much to bear. I had no intention of falling in love with him. I thought it was just something to do, then one day on a crowded city subway it came crashing down on me, not at all as peacefully as the outside world made it out to be. It felt like I was suffocating and I clamoured for fresh air, pushing my fellow passengers out of the way and escaping onto a station platform that was miles from our destination. Somehow Jamie was able to follow me, running behind as I darted up the stairs and into the crisp night air. He stood patiently as I sobbed on a park bench. Gulping for air while snot and tears dripped down my chin. I remember my throat aching and shoulders shaking violently, and not noticing when he sat down beside me. Poor sixteen year old boy with no idea what he could have possibly done. Eventually his arm wrapped around my shoulders and he pulled me into the safety of his body, his heat helping to combat that cold that was seeping into my core, the way only the moist Atlantic air can. I will never know if his silence was a result of fear, or if he know I couldn’t handle the sound of his voice. Sirens squealed in the distance and the occasional passerby glanced in our direction, but our world felt still again. We decided to go home when a man talking to his backpack sat beside us, and as Jamie tried to flag down a gave him my other first. The sounds leaving my soul and feeling foreign to my ears as I said “I think I’m in love with you.” Some days the secret of our relationship felt like a boulder balancing on the tip of my tongue. Like an itch that made my eyes water the more I tried to resist. But most of the time I was too lost in him to notice that what we were doing was considered deviant. He’d never felt like a brother, and we’d only known each other for a few short years. It made no sense to either of us but we didn’t dare risk telling our family, not on the off chance that they didn’t see things the way we did. The frustration of it all was a constant strain on our relationship and time and time again we swore it was over, only to find ourselves tangled together again, weeks, sometimes only days, later. I thought I knew heartbreak by my second year of university. I’d watched my family fall apart, moved to a new city, battled my own demons and in the end fallen in love twice. But nothing ever prepares you for the moment that everything you held close comes crashing down on top of you. “I missed you!” I remember him mumbling against my lips as he undid the button on my pants. I was ‘home’ for spring break and we were back to scurrying around the apartment when we thought no one was looking. “Why do you think I left campus early,” I looked straight into his eyes and tried to capture the details of his face in my memory. “Come live with me?” I blurted out as I pulled him onto his bed with me. “Move to Philly, we can get an apartment and finally be together,” he stared at me dumbfounded and I thought for a brief second it was over, until a grin swept across his face. “Okay,” he laughed. “Okay, I’ll move in with you. As soon as the semester is over I’ll transfer.” I wondered if he was kidding, but the way his lips found mine and his fingertips touched my skin told me just how serious he was. We were together for the first time in weeks, both desperate for each other and recklessly diving into the pool of lust together. His body was underneath mine and I was too busy admiring his hair fanned around his head on the pillow to hear the knock that was followed by the opening of the door. Instead I remember him pulling me down to him and cursing. I can still feel the panic that came the moment I realized what had just happened. After years the worst was in front of us, screaming, then slamming the door. I didn’t understand why she was so upset, but my step-mother’s jaw was clenched so tightly I though she might break her teeth. “This has to be the end,” she hissed after Jamie had tried to explain. “Promise me, never again. Or I’ll tell your father and ensure that neither of you see another cent from us.” I considered telling her to go ahead, that my father had done worse things than fall in love. But without their financial backing we were both screwed. Tuition was expensive and without any real skills we were both dependant on them. He left that night to stay with a friend and I locked myself away, praying he’d call. In only minutes we’d gone from planning our future together, to being torn apart without any real goodbye. I spent the rest of the break waiting to hear from him. I kept telling myself that any minute my phone would ring and he’d be on the line, ready to hatch a plan so we could have it all. But Pratt’s tuition fees were high and he wanted to travel the world when he graduated. I wanted to tell him that I would take time off from school and work to support us. That I would sell my soul if it meant being able to live my life beside him. My calls when straight to voicemail and my text messages were left unanswered. Before I knew it I was back in Philadelphia trying to drown my thoughts in Sylvia Plath and Simon & Garfunkel, hiding away from the world. Without him beside me, without his name on my call display, nothing felt real anymore. I wasn’t sure who I was without him. At twenty years old I’d spent so long keeping him a secret. No longer forced to skirt around the question of my relationship status it felt like I was just a character sketch; the stereotypical girl who was written in a hurry. Rockbottom came just weeks before I wrote the first pages of the books that saved my life. That fall, after a summer spent feeling lost and hopeless, I walked into my favourite professor’s office, and walked out with the phone number for student services. I was 5′6″ and 103lbs, anemic, unsteady, and finally being forced to confront the darkness that had so rapidly consumed my entire life. I lay on the floor of my kitchen that night and came to the realization that I’d wasted the last two decades living for everyone else. I was broken beyond belief, scared, alone, and sick, but for the first time, I was finally free.

#Muse #self-para #Atgatask #task #Written a while ago but still valid

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Brynn: You want to talk about it? Wyatt: Not really. [Brynn shrugged, gently running her fingers through Wyatt’s hair-.. though it wasn’t quite as relaxing as usual] Wyatt: Do you? Brynn: You have changed, he has not-.. what else is to say? Wyatt: Nothing, I suppose. Brynn: Ellis will be a good big brother; we make sure of it. [Wyatt hummed absently, his mind elsewhere] Wyatt: I’m gonna bring him in here for now… [Brynn nodded sleepily in agreement, rolling over as Wyatt left the room]

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #wyatt shaw #brynn franz #ellis yoshida #yess keep the bby safe from kian's tainted presence #;-;#love how protective he is #like.. who'd have thought?!#🤧

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rebouks · 5 months

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[vomiting] … Brynn: Is supposed to me be throwing up, not you. [Wyatt hummed, slightly flustered by his reaction; it was supposed to be the other way around] Brynn: Are you frightened? [Wyatt huffed a half-hearted scoff through his nose, frightened was an understatement-.. he was petrified] Brynn: Is normal to be scared, I think. Wyatt: Hm… Brynn: You never once think about creating a family? Wyatt: I didn’t plan on having children, no. Brynn: Why not? Wyatt: What do I know about parenthood? I had three terrible examples-.. I’m selfish, depraved, emotionally faulty… Brynn: You are not usually so unkind to yourself. Wyatt: I’m more than fine with who I am, but that doesn’t mean I think it wise to raise another me. Wyatt: I don’t feel things the way I’m meant to, Brynn-.. how the hell am I supposed to bring someone up right if I’m not right? Brynn: I not think you give yourself enough credit. You feel things for me, don’t you? Wyatt: That’s an anomaly. Brynn: I think over time it won’t be such an anon-.. amon-.. I can’t say that word, but maybe it’ll feel more normal to you in time? Is nothing more special than having a baby. Wyatt: There isn’t-.. but I don’t know the first thing about being a father. Brynn: I not know how to be a mother either, at least we are lost together! Wyatt: I prefer having a map… Brynn: Hm, life does not come with a map-.. I recently accept that I am not so great at thinking things through, and you are not so great at feelings, right? So, maybe we are perfectly mismatched for a baby. [Lost in thought, Wyatt fell silent; perhaps Brynn had a point…] Brynn: What did you want when you were tiny? [Wyatt squinted, unsure how to respond] Brynn: I never feel loved, seen or safe when I was small, is what I’ve tried-.. and mostly failed to find since. [Wyatt chewed at his lip absently; he understood what Brynn was getting at, but surely it wasn’t that simple] Brynn: Come on! What did small Wyatt wish for? Wyatt: I suppose I just wanted to be wanted. [Brynn grabbed Wyatt’s wrist and tugged him toward her, gently placing his hand against her stomach] Brynn: You tell me you not want this? [Brynn held Wyatt’s gaze unwaveringly, waiting; though she already knew the answer] [Wyatt never thought he’d have a child, but he didn’t not want one either-.. perhaps that was why it was so terrifying] Wyatt: [furtively] No-.. I do. Brynn: Then you are already better than my father, and yours…

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #wyatt shaw #brynn franz #i could say so much rn but instead i think imma go n compose myself in the sobbing corner.. brb #😭🤧#twvomit

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rebouks · 5 months

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18 hours and a lot of stress cleaning later, baby Ellis arrived 🤗

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rebouks · 7 months

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Brynn: You are much more silent than usual today-.. are you going to miss me?

Wyatt was going to miss Brynn a great deal, but telling her that seemed harder than it ought to be, so he said naught instead.

Brynn: You are not comfortable being happy?

Wyatt squinted, something Brynn had learnt he tended to do when she was on the right track.

Brynn: Maybe you should not fight yourself.

Wyatt: Maybe you only know I feel that way because you’re the same.

And as she tended to do when he was right, Brynn dodged Wyatt’s comment.

Brynn: Do you think I stay, if you asked me to?

Wyatt: I don’t think you want me to ask that.

Brynn: No, I don’t…

Wyatt: Do you want to stay though..?

Brynn: I not sure it’s a good idea to leave home-.. not for a man I spend only a few weeks with.

Wyatt’s brow creased, though he quickly rearranged his face; she had a point, whether he liked it or not.

Brynn: Does that hurt your feelings?

Wyatt: No…

Brynn hummed and tugged on Wyatt’s hand, forcing him to stop and face her. It was obvious he was lying. He wanted to know whether this was just a holiday fling to her, or something more, but every time he even thought about doing so it felt like someone had rammed cotton wool down his throat. He’d promised himself he’d be more honest, but it wasn’t going as well as he’d hoped…

Wyatt: What exactly would you be leaving behind? I doubt you’ve exactly made anything for yourself there-.. not with Gael’s arm to cling to.

Wyatt instantly regretted being so blunt as Brynn frowned slightly, a flash of sadness darting across her features.

Brynn: That is a cruel thing to say, no?

Wyatt: Maybe-.. though I’ve a feeling I’m right, so I’m not taking it back.

Brynn narrowed her eyes, he was right, of course. She had nothing of her own in San Myshuno. Everything she owned, down to the clothes on her back, had been paid for by Gael. She’d never thought about leaving before, she had everything she ever needed, technically-.. but spending time with someone who wasn’t afraid to interrogate her about such matters finally made her question her innermost protests, rather than burying them.

She didn’t like Gael, she didn’t like his friends or his apartment, she didn’t want him to propose, didn’t want to marry him, didn’t want to carry his children. It wasn’t ever supposed to be permanent; she wanted a life of her own…

Wyatt: Well?

Brynn: I not argue with you on my last day here.

Wyatt: We’re not arguing, are we?

Brynn: Exactly!

Wyatt ran his hand through his hair and sighed, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He needed more. He was desperate to know how she felt before she left, desperate to know how she’d gotten herself into this situation, whether she wanted out or not. He thought she did, but for once, he wasn’t sure of himself.

Wyatt: I just meant-…

He huffed as Brynn leapt on his back with a chuckle, that was the end of that then. He’d never realised until now how socially inept he was with women-.. no, intimacy; but Brynn didn’t seem to mind, maybe she could relate. He was willing to bet she knew what he was struggling with. It almost seemed as though she were goading him into being honest, like he craved to be.

Brynn: Let’s find somewhere nice-.. if you tell me what you meant, maybe I tell you a story.

He shook his head and snorted, amused; that was definitely what she was doing, wasn’t it?

Wyatt had done a lot of terrible things over the years. Amongst countless other felonies he’d taken more than a few lives - some with his bare hands - but no crime he’d committed had ever caused his heart to beat as erratically as it did now. Against his “better” judgement and despite his pounding chest, he’d held Brynn close and told her how he felt.

He told her how much he’d enjoyed spending time with her, how pleased he’d be if she stayed, and how curious he was about her situation back in San Myshuno. Brynn had softened upon hearing his words, appreciative of his honesty; and in return, she’d told him how she and Gael met…

Brynn hadn’t left Del Sol to begin with, choosing instead to remain employed by Varius, which had eventually been taken over by new management. Never embroiled in Ashton’s more nefarious business ventures, the casino and its franchise hadn’t suffered much, remaining completely operational as a result.

Gael was in town for family and work, hauled to the top floor by some of his rather more enthusiastic associates. Clearly uncomfortable, she’d taken him aside and entertained him in a different manner-.. she’d clocked him eyeing a handsome waiter surreptitiously, felt him recoil from her touch; he might’ve fooled his colleagues, but he hadn’t fooled her. Enjoying an easy night full of free drinks and cheesy jokes, she’d thought nothing of his proposition to attend an upcoming event with him the following weekend.

The event Gael had invited her to was a wedding – his brother’s wedding – and Brynn had suddenly found herself referred to as his girlfriend. She’d thought it quite funny at the time, what an odd man, paying an erotic dancer to pose as one’s partner. The money was good though, and it was much more enjoyable than working in some stuffy club, even one as fancy as Varius.

But as things do, one thing led to another and before Brynn could second guess herself, she’d agreed to move to San Myshuno and stay with Gael permanently. Genesis had seen her arse about Brynn’s newfound source of income, her friends Ace and Robert had moved away, Del Sol was smoggy and garish, held memories she’d rather forget; why wouldn’t she move back to San My? She’d have her own room in a spacious apartment, she wouldn’t have to work, Gael said he’d pay for her to finish school; it seemed like a good idea at the time, like she could have whatever she wanted.

Except she couldn’t. Gael was a controlling - albeit kind - man, terrified of being discovered by his peers. He told her where to go and when, what to wear, what to say, and how to act. He’d take her phone from her if she’d get distracted at one of his precious galas, force her to attend wellness retreats with his colleagues’ insipid girlfriends and wives whilst he and his friends smacked tiny balls with silly sticks, drag her on family vacations to hot countries where she’d get accosted by mosquitoes and prickly heat.

He’d bemoan her lack of enthusiasm when she wasn’t her usual self, but it’d been so many years that Brynn didn’t even know who she was anymore. He’d felt guilty then, promising she could pick their next destination; that it’d be just the two of them, no pretending.

Brynn had never imagined bumping into Wyatt again, but she’d often thought of him, wondering what he’d done after that fateful phone call. She’d almost felt proud of him, in a way-.. it wasn’t easy to turn against your upbringing like that, against your friends, against yourself. She’d given him the benefit of the doubt and he hadn’t taken it for granted, which was more than could be said for a lot of men she’d trusted in the past.

Having landed herself in hot water more times than she could count over the years, Brynn had learnt to be wary of her gut, but she couldn’t deny being drawn to Wyatt; she admired the change in him, despite the fact he seemed unaware of it himself. It was freeing to spend time with someone who didn’t expect her to act a certain way, someone who knew where she’d come from and what she’d been through, yet didn’t appear to judge her poorly for it. He’d done terrible things and so had she; it was nice, being on an even playing field for once.

Brynn had subsequently returned home more disheartened than ever, completely uninterested in her so-called life with Gael. She’d hoped Wyatt would call, hoped she’d get a taste of that freedom in her self-imposed cage, hoped something would magically change. But it hadn’t.

Wyatt: So, you’re not happy anymore?

Brynn: I am very happy here, with you-.. but that scares me.

Wyatt: Why?

Brynn: Because it means I have to confront the fact that I am not happy at home, and that is something I have never done before. I always find someone to take me in, but is always with conditions, I am never free-.. never happy.

Wyatt: Are you safe at least..?

Brynn: It is painfully boring, sharing a home with Gael, but he is not exactly aggressive.

Wyatt scowled; not exactly? That wasn’t what he wanted to hear, he ought to strangle-..

Brynn: I not want you to get involved, I think I would like to do something on my own for once.

Wyat: Okay…

Brynn: I put my foot down and leave, even if it means I have nothing. I not want to run to anyone else, including you.

Wyatt: That’s why you don’t want to stay?

Brynn nodded, it would’ve been easier to tell Gael to stuff it and stay here, but that was what she always did; fall into someone else’s hands. Being with Wyatt was different though, it made her want to choose him because she wanted to, because she could, not because she needed to. If that meant she had to throw everything away and strike out on her own first – even though she had no idea how to – then so be it.

Though he was glad to know the truth, Wyatt was less than thrilled with Brynn’s plan; but she craved true freedom, and after everything she’d endured – in part due to his own transgressions – he figured he owed her as much.

Wyatt: I won’t stop you then…

Brynn: This is why I love you-.. you help set me free in the end, like I to you.

Wyatt: You love me?

Brynn: You love me too, no?

Wyatt dipped his head in agreement. He wasn’t sure how it’d happened so quickly, but there wasn’t much point denying it any longer.

Brynn: Say it…

Wyatt: I love you too.

Brynn: Is not so hard, right?

Wyatt scoffed quietly and shook his head.

Wyatt: I don’t know-.. I’m sweating.

Brynn: [laughs] Ew-.. me too though.

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#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #wyatt shaw #brynn franz #hnnnnng #lookit them.. telling the truth to each other n talking properly n shit #maybe they've been replaced by aliens 🤷‍♀️#there's so much to unpack here..#but i think the two most important things are that wyatt actually allowed some real gods honest emotion to come outta his mouth #for the first time in like forever..#and that even if we don't agree with brynn - past future or present - she should get the chance to decide her own fate for once #and he GETS it #;-;#this is why she cried on the mountain.. cos for the first time in forever she felt free #stood on top of the world like that she realised she's the captain.. n even if jumping off the ship is scary #maybe she'll find some land #u kno #maybe even a slightly reformed wyatt too ¯\(°_o)/¯#bwuhh #neway.. u asked for this essay so i hope u enjoyed it 😆

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Brynn: Ohh, you let the cat inside now? Wyatt: He refuses to leave. Brynn: So, you adopted him? Wyatt: I think he adopted me. Brynn: Awh, is good you are a little soft at heart. Wyatt: Well, I’m not entirely soft. Brynn: Wait! Wyatt: Right, shower? Brynn: No, no-.. I have something to show you first. Wyatt: Can’t it wait? Brynn: Uhm, not really-.. come. Wyatt: Alright… [Wyatt followed Brynn, intrigued by her odd behaviour; why was she acting so skittish all of a sudden?] … Brynn: Ough-.. I am so scared; I not know what you are going to say! Wyatt: Did you get a tattoo or something? Brynn: Uhm, no-.. but is just as permanent. [Wyatt’s gaze silently followed Brynn until she stopped in front of him, he hadn’t a clue what she was talking about-.. though it became rather obvious the moment she took a deep breath and ripped her jacket off] Brynn: I am with baby… [That she was, but Wyatt didn’t know what to say-.. couldn’t say anything. It felt like a boulder had flattened his chest, lungs deflating to shrivelled little prunes as he stared at Brynn’s midriff, struggling to breathe] Brynn: I not expect it either, but I suppose I have more time than you to, uh-.. to process. [Brynn searched Wyatt’s expression for clues, but it was blank-.. extremely pale and sallow, but blank] Brynn: It’d be nice if you say something, maybe? [Wyatt still couldn’t breathe properly, let alone speak] [Brynn waited and waited, but Wyatt didn’t move, didn’t say anything-.. he simply sat and stared] Brynn: Never mind-.. you are in shock, is okay. [After what seemed like an eternity, Wyatt tore his attention away from Brynn’s tiny bump, lifting a finger to his chest] Brynn: Oh, I not been with anyone else for years-.. is definitely yours. [Wyatt gulped; he was sweatier now than when he’d been running] Brynn: I not know what else to say, Wyatt-.. are you okay? Do you need some water, or-… [Brynn tentatively reached out in an attempt to comfort him, but the moment she did, he sprung to his feet and bolted past her; the speed of his departure so abrupt it sent a tuft of hair into her eyes]

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #wyatt shaw #brynn franz #uhhhhh #🏃‍♂️💨#bye wyatt!#😅

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Wyatt’s stomach was still churning too uncomfortably for him to think about dinner, nor did Brynn seem too bothered either; she was far more interested in taking herself to bed. He’d been too distracted to notice earlier, but he suddenly realised she hadn’t even brought a bag along with her.

Wyatt: You didn’t bring anything with you? Brynn: I not really have anything… Wyatt: If I knew you were going to set out with nothing, I might not have been so keen to let you leave. Brynn: It was important to me. Wyatt: I know. Brynn: You came to find me, didn’t you? Wyatt: Perhaps-.. but I changed my mind in the end. Brynn: Before or after you fail? Wyatt: [snorts] In between. Brynn: I not mean to ghost you-.. I hoped to get a new phone, but something more important popped up. Wyatt: It’s okay.. I have your phone, by the way. Brynn: Oh-.. is Gael still breathing? Wyatt: Unfortunately. Brynn: Maybe you knock some sense into him. Wyatt: I doubt it. Brynn: Hm, me too-.. I would have liked to see his face. [Wyatt snickered lowly; he should’ve taken a picture]

Wyatt: Would you still have come back? You know, if it weren’t for-… Brynn: I always plan on coming home. Wyatt: I take it you were busy saving your money? Brynn: Yes! Though your friend Darien helped me in the end. Wyatt: I’ll have to pay him back then. Brynn: Pfft, I pay myself! That’s why I take so long. Wyatt: I could’ve helped you, if you’d asked. Brynn: I not think it fair. Wyatt: What do you mean? Brynn: Is so expensive. Wyatt: And? Brynn: I not want to bankrupt you. [Wyatt squinted, realising he’d never mentioned the fact that his lifestyle didn’t quite match his bank account] Wyatt: Brynn, I could buy us a private jet if I wanted-.. several, in fact. Brynn: Really..? Wyatt: Mhm. Brynn: You live so modestly; I never would know. Wyatt: Well, at least you’re not after my money.

Brynn chuckled sleepily; she hadn’t returned with the intent to sit idly on her hands, but it was nice to know there was no rush to find employment, or to make money. She was beyond exhausted after the past few months

Brynn: Does that mean I not have to get a job? Wyatt: Not unless you want one. Brynn: Will you keep yours? Wyatt: Probably not. I just wanted to know what it felt like-.. mundanity. Brynn: Is kind of rewarding, no? Wyatt: Oddly so. Brynn: I think we have something more rewarding to spend our time on soon. Wyatt: How long do we have to, uh.. prepare? Brynn: I not know exactly. Wyatt: You haven’t been to the doctors? Brynn: I not able to just walk in without being registered! I feel fine, anyway. Wyatt: We’ll sort it out tomorrow-.. get you some clothes n’ stuff afterward. Brynn: You are soft. Wyatt: Only for you.

With no worries left unsaid and no more secrets between them, Brynn draped herself over Wyatt and crashed-.. hard. Some people clearly didn’t understand her choices, but she’d never felt so loved, seen, or safe with anyone else before. She was finally home, and for the first time in her life, she was truly content…

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Wyatt: You’re not staying here again tonight-.. in fact, I don’t even want you in this country. Kian: Wha-… [Kian spluttered over his tea for a moment before regaining his composure and setting it down] Kian: What on earth do you expect me to do? Wyatt: I really don’t care-.. whatever you were doing before you arrived? Kian: Well, I spent most of my probation languishing at the penthouse, but it didn’t feel right. [Wyatt squinted, perhaps Kian had learned something-..] Kian: You know, like it wouldn’t be the same until we got everyone back together-.. eh, almost everyone. Wyatt: [scoffs] That’s what you want to do? Kian: Don’t you? Wyatt: All that time wasting away in prison and you want to jump straight back into the lifestyle that led you there? Kian: We would’ve been just fine if it weren’t for that traitorous redhead… [Kian trailed off and held Wyatt’s gaze expectantly, as though it were a given that his brother would agree. Wyatt wondered if Kian had conveniently forgotten his own involvement in the downfall of their father-.. and Ashton’s, not that he really knew about that part, or whether he was too brain dead to have noticed amongst the chaos] Kian: Aren’t you tired of playing house out here? It’s all but forgotten, we could go back and-… Wyatt: You are not my family. Kian: But we’re brothers-.. you’re literally the only family I’ve got left. [Wyatt laughed dismissively; he could’ve vomited at the sight of Kian’s hurt expression] Wyatt: If you’re suddenly so compelled to act like my brother, then leave-.. get as far away from here as possible and don’t come back, and don’t you dare mention my whereabouts to anyone who bothers asking. Kian: Where do you suppose I ought to go from here then? Wyatt: Really? You finally have complete freedom and you’re asking me what to do with your life? Honestly, I’d love to suggest suicide but I doubt you’d have the wherewithal, nor the guts. Kian: There’s no need for that, my god-.. what’s the matter with you? Father would-… Wyatt: Father this, father that, he’s been dead for over a decade, Kian; get over it or go and fucking join him. [Kian scoffed, shaking his head with such similar derision to their father that Wyatt wanted to choke him senseless] Kian: I should’ve expected no less than your typical hostility-.. ten years and you haven’t changed a bit. Wyatt: That makes two of us. Kian: I suppose I’ll be the bigger man as usual and do as you’ve asked, shall I? Wyatt: [tightly] Mhm, do that. Kian: It’s a good job I didn’t finish unpacking. Wyatt: Perhaps you aren’t completely lacking in forethought after all. [Wyatt clenched his fist around the handle of his mug, fighting the urge to launch it at his brother’s giant, disgusting head-.. he definitely wasn’t worth the mess though, and the tea within was nowhere near hot enough to cause satisfactory damage]

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[Darien turned the volume of his phone down only a little, gleefully enduring Wyatt’s continued expletives] Darien: Are you done? [Darien’s speaker crackled as Wyatt threw his hand up with an agitated sigh] Darien: It’s safe and he wanted to see you, I don’t see the problem. Wyatt: You just wanted to fuck with me. Darien: Well, that too. Wyatt: He didn’t even book a rental. Darien: I think you should let him stay with you; it’ll be.. cathartic. Wyatt: Fuck off, Darien. Darien: Gladly. [Wyatt tutted as Darien hung up-.. what a dickhead. Tossing his phone onto the bed in defeat, he stomped back downstairs; the audacity of his so-called friend was immeasurably irritating sometimes…] … [in Komorebian] Wyatt: I’m gonna let him stay for a few days-.. as long as it’s alright with you. Brynn: He doesn’t remember me, does he? Wyatt: Nope. [Brynn squinted suspiciously; if Kian recognised her, he certainly didn’t show it] Wyatt: Say the word and he’s gone. Brynn: Hm, I don’t think he has enough brain cells to be a threat on his own. Wyatt: Yeah, I doubt it-.. who knows, anyway; perhaps he’s a changed man. [Brynn briefly returned the mirthful look in Wyatt’s eyes and snorted over her shoulder, whisking Ellis upstairs with a well-practiced air of indifference] Kian: Putting her in her place, eh? Wyatt: Sure… Kian: Tch, women.

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #wyatt shaw #brynn franz #ellis yoshida #darien moore #kian flanagan #ughhhhhhhghgjkj #darien has a PLAN ok wyatt 😅#brynn is so chill tho.. i'd be like get that man outta my fkin house RIGHT now #maybe impale him on the gate on the way out by 'accident' whilst ur at it idk 🤷‍♀️

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Brynn leapt up as she heard a set of keys jangling, relaxing as she realised it was just Ichiro heading out. She hadn’t expected to be quite so nervous, but the more time that passed, the jumpier she became. Brynn: Ohh, hi! Ichiro smiled brightly as he craned his neck over the fence; uttering a string of words that Brynn didn’t understand. She held up her hands apologetically. Brynn: Uhm… Ichiro: Kaito? Brynn nodded, pointing toward Wyatt’s house and offering a shrug; he wasn’t in.

Ichiro: Hm, erh-… Ichiro paused for a moment before swinging his arms back and forth whilst panting, almost as though he were jogging on the spot. Brynn: Ah, he is running? Ichiro: Again. Ichiro nodded excitedly, glad that she’d understood. His accent was thick, clumsy and full of warmth; he was so cute, Brynn wanted to give him a cuddle. Brynn: [laughs] Again?! Ichiro: Again!

Without much to say to one another, Brynn and Ichiro fell silent, both smiling awkwardly. He expressed his dislike of the chilly weather by rubbing his arms exaggeratedly and frowning, showing her how his plants were suffering with a shake of his head. Eventually, he lifted his sleeve and tapped his watch, bidding her an apologetic farewell; he clearly had somewhere to be.

Wyatt had slowed upon nearing home, squinting in the fading sunlight. Who was Ichiro wittering to now? It wasn’t until he got closer that he sped up again, realising that the woman was Brynn; and wanting her to himself for a while, he couldn’t help but smile as Ichiro retreated.

He’d decided a while ago that if Brynn ever returned, he wouldn’t hide or diminish how much he’d missed her-.. doing so in front of his neighbour’s grinning gaze was a step too far, however. Ichiro was well aware of Wyatt’s soft spot for her by now, but that was beside the point.

Wyatt nodded a quick greeting, running straight past Ichiro. Ichiro: You don’t usually run so fast. Wyatt: Ha-ha. Ichiro: Didn’t I tell you to be patient? Wyatt: Don’t you have somewhere to be? Ichiro: [snickers] She is very sweet-.. sprint!

Brynn’s stomach flipflopped as Wyatt approached, her greeting interrupted as he practically crashed into her. Wyatt: You came back. Brynn: I did! Wyatt: You look exhausted… Brynn: [laughs] I am! Wyatt: I missed you-.. so much. Brynn: I miss you too.

Wyatt felt odd being honest and sappy, but it was true. He hadn’t ever imagined missing someone quite so painfully, and part of him had begun to worry she wouldn’t come back at all-.. he was beyond glad that she had. Brynn: Ough-.. you are all sweaty! Wyatt: That’s never bothered you before. Brynn returned Wyatt’s smirk with a nervous giggle, thankful for an excuse to keep her distance and pull away. She wanted nothing more than to hold him close, sweaty or not, though she had something rather momentous to reveal first.

Wyatt: Your hands are freezing-.. come inside. Brynn: I not mind the cold! Wyatt: I know, but I’d rather not greet you properly out here. Brynn tittered, heart beating a hundred miles an hour as Wyatt took her hand and led her inside. What the hell was she going to say-.. what the hell would he say?

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#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #wyatt shaw #brynn franz #ichiro hirai #ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhfghfh #yes get away cos ur all sweaty wyatt.. no other reason #nop #nu-uh #⚆_⚆

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Darien: Does he know about.. that? Brynn: Is getting obvious, isn’t it? Darien: Yeah. Brynn: Do you think he’ll freak out? [Darien shrugged, not wanting to get involved; he wasn’t entirely sure what Wyatt would say, to be honest. Though he’d always had an odd air of tact and patience when dealing with children, despite his preference for avoiding them] Brynn: I hoped to tell him in person by now… Darien: I don’t know why you bothered coming back. How far did you think you were going to get without a plan? You can’t just bumble along without a place to stay, paperwork, or common sense-.. you could’ve been deported. Brynn: Well, I am very sorry I am failing to plan and do things the normal way; I always bounce from place to place-.. or am sold and kept, I never have to think about these things before! Is not easy to me. [Running his fingertips over his brow exasperatedly, Darien sighed; he hadn’t thought about it like that…] Darien: I can get you everything you need. Brynn: How? Darien: I have my ways-.. who’d you think handled everything at Lucie’s? I certainly wasn’t there for pleasure. Brynn: No? Is why most men were there. Darien: Not my thing-.. also, not important. You can stay here for now… By this time tomorrow, you’ll be a citizen of Mt. Komorebi. I’m assuming that’s what you’d want, right? Brynn: I not want to stay here, but-… Darien: Tough. I’m buying you a plane ticket too. Brynn: No! Darien: Look, whatever ideas you had will have to wait; you need to go home. Give me what money you have if you insist, but at this point, you’re just being obtuse-.. and the floor of a disgusting laundromat is not a bed! There’s a perfectly good spare one here. Darien: There’s no point refusing, you’re clearly exhausted-.. and to be quite frank, you smell horrendous. [Brynn stood with her arms folded, scowling] Brynn: You are very rude. Darien: I’m honest. Now, go take a bath. Brynn: I not know where your bathro-… Darien: You wanted to be independent, find it yourself. [Brynn almost snapped at Darien, until she realised he was smirking-.. just barely. He was like Wyatt, in a way; blunt and full of disdain, unless you knew them well enough to read between the lines and find the hint of mirth beneath. It suddenly seemed obvious why they were such good friends]

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #brynn franz #darien moore #heheeeee #i love this scene sm #like.. first of all darien is extra hot when he's being all blunt n shit #n i think brynn needed to be slapped with the truth anyway so YAY DARIEN #also super neat to me how it suddenly clicks why wyatt n darien are such good besties #skdjsdk #mmmmmmmmmm he's so photogenic #🤤#but also.. don't call the bryatt baby -that- like that again or imma have to give u what for #twtrafficking

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Oscar: I’m all for independence n’ shit, but if you’re pregna-… [Brynn shushed Oscar, flapping her hands as Darien paced past the window] Brynn: I go back very soon, when I have enough money. Oscar: You’re willingly going back to him? [Brynn’s brow furrowed offendedly, her feelings for Wyatt were genuine then…] Brynn: My business with him is not your business. [Oscar shrugged helplessly; she was right, it wasn’t any of his business-.. not really] Brynn: I know what he did to your Sandy – and to me, in roundabout way – was awful, but we are not black and white. I bet you have also done things you are not proud of; everyone has! Some worse than others maybe, but still… Brynn: You think by now I not know when a man is being sincere? Oscar: I’m not questioning you, I’m just tryna look out for you. Brynn: He must’ve been worried and tried to find me? Unless-.. did he ask you two to find me for him? Oscar: Bit of both. Brynn: Aha, I am sure you did not expect that… [Oscar wasn’t happy about it, but he was starting to believe that Wyatt and Brynn had genuine feelings for one another] Brynn: I not need saving-.. especially not from him, I am fine. Oscar: Come n’ have dinner with us at least? Courtney’s been worried about you. Brynn: I think Sandy suits her better… … [Darien loitered outside, uncomfortable around such a tangible reminder of his complicity-.. his involvement, especially with no one around to cajole him into thinking it was somehow justified] Vivienne: Zach! What’re you doing here? Your mom isn’t gonna like-… Zach: We both know she doesn’t give a shi-… Vivienne: Well, I do! Get upstairs. [Zach gulped; Vivienne meant business with that tone] Vivienne: How do you know Brynn? [Darien shrugged with a casual nonchalance, meeting Vivienne’s penetrative gaze steadily] Darien: She’s my friends’ girlfriend. Vivienne: I see… [Vivienne squinted slightly before heading back inside, almost walking into Brynn and Oscar] Vivienne: You good? Brynn: Mhm-.. I go to Oscar’s for dinner. Vivienne: Alright, take care… Brynn: Oscar is a fluffy marshmallow, don’t worry. Oscar: You’re not invited. Darien: I figured. Brynn: You not say anything yet, I go back soon and it’ll be a surprise-.. he knows I am okay. [Darien nodded, silently standing in situ as Brynn and Oscar disappeared. He ought to tell Wyatt they’d found her, but he’d probably appreciate it if he did as she’d asked. He decided he’d just have to keep an eye on her instead, remaining quiet for as long as she remained safe…]

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