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『Wings of Desire 』〜When life stumbles, there's an angel by your side〜

Beginning beginning

This is the story of angels and humans and the storytellers of the world.

What I want you to feel from this work is

"Even if your life is full of worries, if you remember the pure feelings of your childhood, it will be very beautiful."

"Even if you become an adult who is busy with life, if you regain that thrill of childhood, you will feel fun and happy."

Let me give you a brief introduction to European cinema.

American films have a coherent storyline that unfolds naturally, but European films do not.

That's why I want you to feel free to do what you want.

You are the hero, not the character.

Try to apply it to yourself in the actions and words of the characters, and see it with the feeling that you have that kind of feeling.

Let's get into the story.

Angel sings a poem

At the beginning of the film, an angel's wonderful poem is played.

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Angel:

"When I was a child, I wanted my arms to dangle, so that streams could become rivers, rivers could become rivers, and puddles could become the sea."

"When a child was a child, I didn't know I was a child, and thought that everything had a soul and that there was only one soul."

"When children were children, they didn't think about anything, had no habits, sat cross-legged, jumped up and down, had big whorls on their small heads, and looked ignorant when I pointed the camera at them."

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What was your favorite childhood fantasy?

I loved how when I held my eyes down with both hands, the cosmic blackness and the starry light that spread across my retinas.

I felt a world of infinity and my own, as if time had stopped.

At the same time, I was scared in the dark and I didn't want to be alone.

I also heard a slow flowing sound.

Children are sensitive to these sensations.

I'm sure you have too.

Back to the work.

What is an angel's job?

The stage is the city of Berlin, two angels are watching over the city.

Looking down on the city of Berlin from the shoulders of the goddess with the eyes of a gentle angel.

Since the angels are from another world, the scenery is black and white.

But it's not a cold monochrome with clear light and dark, it's a gentle greenish color.

Angels understand the hearts of humans.

They gently put their hand on the shoulder of such a troubled person and whisper a little to heal them.

That's what they do.

If you suddenly became happy, an angel might have whispered to you.

People worry, fear, regret

While doing so, the girl notices the angel's gentle gaze and stops at the intersection.

Adults who coldly bump into the girl who stopped, the crowd.

Children can see angels.

It's like the world of Peter Pan or Little Prince.

Adults, on the other hand, cannot see angels.

Children and adults are drawn in contrast.

Tired adults falling asleep on the plane.

The girl who noticed the angel winks with sparkling eyes.

Another girl tells the angel in detail that she drew a picture of a beautiful house.

Children can talk as much as they like and what they are into.

The order in the mind is completely different between children and adults.

Children are engrossed in surprises and fun, but adults are preoccupied with anxieties and plans.

A little bit from here, a scene that understands people's anguish and heart comes out.

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The jumbled advertising letters in the city.

When a man returns to his parents' house, he sees the same messy room as before and laments his mother who can't throw things away.

The man who lost his love.

An elderly couple is stunned by their grandchildren's obsession with rock music. Moreover, they are asked to buy a musical instrument.

A woman who is worried about money "How should I pay this month?"

The ambulance's loud siren.

The flow of cars on a crowded viaduct.

A couple who fights while driving.

Fathers who are fed up with the noise of the child in the back seat.

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And symmetrically the pure scene of the child comes out.

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A soft poem is sung on it.

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Narration:

"When kids were kids, it was always strange.

"Why am I me and not you?

"Why am I here？ and why am I not there？ "

"When did time begin? "

"Where is the end of the universe?"

"What I see, hear, and smell are illusions of the world before this one?"

"Is there really evil? Is it true that there are bad people?"

"What was it like? Before I was me."

"What am I going to be after I am no longer me?"

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When we were kids, there was so much we didn't know.

But it was fun to dream about it.

In the ambulance, a woman is in great pain during childbirth.

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Woman:

"I breathe on my belly for my baby."

"It hurts, but it's coming soon."

"It's okay, I'm looking forward to it."

"what does the baby look like?"

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When an angel, Damiel, gently touches her body, her pain is eased and she is

relieved.

What are angels thinking?

Two angels are talking in the car.

Damiel and Cassiel.

The content is very interesting, reporting spiritual events and beautiful sights.

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Sunrise, sunset, moonrise time, river water level.

Things that happened today in the past. (Soviet fighter plane crash in lake, Olympics, hot air balloon flight)

A person yelling "now!" before hitting his head against a wall and dying.

When the subway conductor said “in front of the zoo”, he mispronounced “fire island”.

When an old man was reading the Odyssey, the child who was near him did not blink.

A woman folded an umbrella in the rain and walked soaking wet.

Elementary school students impressed their teachers by explaining the growth of ferns.

A blind woman spotted Damiel and looked for a watch.

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There is hope for such an angel Damiel.

He wants to be human.

He wants to become human and use his five senses to feel the world.

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Damiel:

"I'd rather feel my weight than drift in eternity."

"The weight that binds me to the ground."

"With every step, with every blow of the wind, makes me want to say it's now, not forever ago or forever."

"I'd like to join Trump and be greeted with a nod because we'll always be illusions."

“Wrestling with someone in the middle of the night is an illusion, catching a fish is an illusion, sitting at a table drinking is an illusion, eating is an illusion.”

"Outside the tent in the wilderness, where the lamb was roasted and the wine was poured, that is also an illusion."

"I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm going to have kids and plant trees, but that would be nice."

"After a long day, I'd go home and feed my cats like Philip Marlow."

"Hold body temperature and get your hands dirty with newspapers."

“Not only am I in spirit, but I also eat, admire my wife's nape, and touch her ears.”

"Tell a blatant lie."

"I can feel my bones moving when I walk."

"Because I'm not omniscient, I can taste premonitions."

"Say 'ah' or 'oh', not amen."

"I'm sure it feels good. I take off my shoes and stretch my toes and feel the bare feet."

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Of course, we can do this because we are human.

He says he wants to feel this kind of feeling that we've grown accustomed to before we know it.

Marion Appears

Now, another main character, a human female, appears.

I'm a swinger at a circus named Marion.

Damiel falls in love with this woman.

According to film evangelist Nagaharu Yodogawa,

Angels falling in love with aerial acrobats seems to be a common theme.

Is it because angels feel a sense of intimacy when they see humans flying?

He thought, "This girl is beautiful!"

Damiel stares at Marion's trapeze practice.

Here, it becomes a wonderful, very beautiful color image.

This work expresses the feelings of the characters very well with such color usage and camera work.

It's like an angel's heart turned into a human.

This woman named Marion also has a problem.

The circus troupe is in recession and the number of customers is low, so it will be disbanded.

Next is the last show.

Depression, life, loneliness, and self worth Marion struggles.

Damiel snuggles up to such Marion.

Then the elephant does a handstand, and Marion smiles a little.

Still, Damiel suffers from not being able to heal Marion, who is still anxious.

Damiel touches Marion's shoulder as she takes off her costume.

At that moment, it becomes a beautiful color image again.

Touching human skin.

This is the scene where Damiel's affection for Marion appears.

Damiel and other angels' work of salvation continues.

A man dies in a car accident.

Dying man mourns his past life and weeps.

Damiel tries to reassure men by reminding them of the beautiful, the pleasant, and the lovable.

He shows his angelic realism here.

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Damiel:

"Climb a mountain

From the Valley of Mist to the Roof of Light

Fire in the meadow

Sweet potato in ashes

Haruka Lake Boat House

Southern Cross

Far east land

Arctic

Wild west

Lake heren

Tristan da Cunha

Mississippi Delta

Stromboli

Charlottenburg old houses

Albert Camus

Early morning light

Child's gaze

Bathing in a waterfall

The spread of a drop of rain

Sun

Bread and wine

Jumpin

Easter

Breathing of leaf veins

Grass swaying in the wind

Stone color

Riverbed pebbles

White tablecloth outside

House dream

A close neighbor sleeping next to you

Peaceful sunday

Horizon

Indoor light garden

Night flight

Free-riding bicycle

Beautiful unknown woman

My father

My mother

My wife

My son

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How many comforting scenes can you recall?

The more you have, the richer your life will be.

For those who want to see such a beautiful and mysterious scene on video,

I would like you to watch "Mirror" and "Nostalgia" directed by Andrei Tarkovsky.

Thoughts on Germany

The director of this film, Wim Wenders, is German.

This work is filled with his feelings for his home country.

There are various scenes during and after World War II in the work.

War dead, heaps of rubble, bewildered citizens, lingering antisemitism, a flickering Nazi swastika.

Anger against the German people.

Anger at their chosen isolation, paranoia, xenophobia and selfishness.

This is a very angry picture.

It seems that you are fulfilling the responsibility that you have to say as a filmmaker.

Clearly NO to my home country in wartime! is slamming.

The last circus theater, blow away the sadness

Well, the last circus performance begins.

Children who can't wait for the performance.

A circus troupe will appear while playing noisily in a grand march there.

Children in the audience are delighted.

It reminds me of the images directed by Italian film director Federico Fellini.

I'm sure it's an homage to his work.

Children applaud their chasing, knife-playing, ball-riding and acrobatics.

When a lot of balloons appear in the finale, children jump out of the audience at once and go to split.

When did humans become adults?

Here, Poetry from an adult's point of view flows.

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Narration:

"When I was a kid, I didn't like spinach, beans, and rice. Now I eat cauliflower without hesitation. I eat more and more."

"When a child was a child, I woke up once in another house. Now it's always.

Many people used to look beautiful. It's lucky if it looks like that now.

Once upon a time, I could clearly see heaven. Right now I just have a vague premonition.”

"In the past, I didn't think about emptiness,

now I'm frightened by emptiness."

"When kids were kids, they had a passion for play. Now that passion is only when they're busy with their own work."

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What is 『emptiness』?

It appears several times in the lines in the work.

As you grow older, the "void" swells more and more.

Is it the death waiting in the future, the smallness of existence, the lack of self-esteem, and the inability to understand others?

The stage changes, and Damiel and Cassiel talk about the changes in history so far.

It started with the sea, became rivers, plants, nature, animals, and finally humans.

There were smiles and words, but at the same time there were conflicts, wars and cities.

Damiel laments that they have nothing to do.

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Damiel:

"We were few, not even bystanders!"

"I have my own history!”

”From now on, I will make use of the wisdom that I have gained while observing in the heavens."

"Enough with the outside. Enough with the absence. Enough with the world outside. Enter the history of the world. Grab the apple."

"I'm sorry for the world behind the world!"

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Next, a scene that symbolizes the helplessness of the angels is projected.

A suicidal man is about to jump off the roof of a building, cursing others, himself and the world.

Cassiel immediately touches his shoulder and whispers, but the man jumps off and dies in vain.

Cassiel goes mad at his helplessness and is crushed.

The psychological depiction is amazing, and the camera work and sound effects stick in your heart.

(Flash, fast forward, violent camera shake, many frame advances, children screaming, husband and wife quarreling, fighter planes dropping bombs, air raid warnings, fires, people fleeing)

Dissolution of the Circus Troupe, Parting, and Alone

Finally the circus will disband.

The members behave cheerfully, sing and dance while feeling uneasy.

It's very sad, but at the same time, you can feel the strength of people in the way they behave cheerfully.

Saying goodbye to the members, Marion wanders aimlessly.

Marion entering a certain live venue.

It has a melancholic rock band and an audience that becomes one with their music.

It's like the "catacombs" of medieval Europe, and it's a drug-like dim atmosphere with various emotions such as anxiety, fear, escape, sleep, and relief.

Eventually, in bed, Marion has a dream.

Damiel Appears in a Dream.

He's in armor, he's floating on his wings, his arms are outstretched, and he's staring at her, telling her not to worry.

You don't know if the appearance of the dream is a coincidence or the power of Damiel.

In his sleep, Marion whispers, "Stay with me."

Invitation to the Human World, Determination

The scene changes and Damiel observes Peter, an actor from America, in a cafe.

Damiel thinks, "This person always seems to be having fun."

Then Peter talks to Damiel who should be invisible.

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Peter:

"You can't see it, can you? I feel it. I feel it all the time."

"I want to see your face. I want to tell you how nice this is."

"Touching something cold. It feels good."

“I smoke. I drink coffee.I have nothing to say if I can be with you."

"It's good to draw pictures."

"Take a pencil and draw a thick line. Then a thin line. Two lines make a nice line."

"If my hands feel numb, rub them together. This is another good feeling!"

"So many wonderful things"

"But you're not here. I'm here. I wish you could come over here. I wish we could talk. We're friends, brother!"

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Then reach out and shake hands with the invisible Damiel.

Damiel also puts out his hand and shakes his hand and leaves curiously.

Finally, Damiel decides to become a human.

He happily tells Cassiel what he wants to do when he becomes a human.

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Cassiel: "So?"

Damiel:

"Go with the flow"

"I finally understood the meaning of the proverb."

"We should go down to the rapids. There is no shore. Only if we go down to the current will there be rapids."

"On the brink of time, standing on the brink of death."

"Get down from the Angel's Watchtower. Don't look down, look at eye level."

"First take a bath"

"Then go to the barber. I like the Turkish one."

"Massage me to his fingertips."

"Buy a newspaper and read the horoscope from the front page."

"The first day is special treatment."

"I refuse requests, and if someone trips over me, I ask them to apologize."

"If someone hit me, hit him back"

"Sit comfortably in a crowded bar."

"The official car stopped and the mayor let me ride."

"Nobody thinks I'm a stranger."

"I just listen quietly."

"It's like that on the first day."

Casiel: "Such an illusion!"

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"Brink" means the shallow part of the river.

In other words, he wants to enter the river, feel the flow, and surrender himself, rather than sit back and watch on the shore.

At that moment, the surrounding area changes to a clear color image.

Damiel is getting closer and closer to being human.

Birth, the world's first experience!

Finally, Damiel faints and is embraced by Cassiel.

Now an angel died.

And a man was born.

The Berlin Wall in the background is filled with Moomin-like characters.

You can see that it is drawn in colorful colors, which is completely different from the monochrome.

Is it a hint that more and more fun things will appear from now on?

The Berlin Wall, a dark part of history, is painted with hopeful designs by people living today.

It feels good to overcome the tragic past from now on.

Then, with a thump, medieval armor falls on Damiel's head as he falls unconscious.

It's probably a metaphor for the death of an angel.It's humorous.

Now, the human Damiel finally begins to walk the world.

Damiel is awakened by the loud noise of the helicopter, and smiles wryly in delight.

Damiel noticed the blood on his head where the armor hit him.

"Is this blood?"

Damiel is impressed that he has gained life by feeling the vividness and taste of blood with his five senses.

For some reason, even for us, the billboards and advertisements in the hustle and bustle of the city feel very human and warm.

Damiel was so surprised and delighted that he called out to a passing man, showed him his blood, and asked him a question.

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Damiel:

"Is this red?"

"How are you?"

"What color is this pipe?"

"What color is the dog graffiti on that wall?"

"What color is next to it?"

"What's next to it?"

"Very cold?"

"Coffee would be nice."

"Today is a really good day."

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Then, I go to the cafe while being impressed by the ambulance sirens and the vivid colors of the billboard advertisements.

Elegant BGM is flowing in the cafe.

Damiel immediately orders coffee.

Smell it, check the warmth of the cup and its round shape, and put it in his mouth.

Rub his hands together and enjoy the feeling of his skin.

Here the poem of joy flows.

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Narration:

“Children used to eat apples and bread when they were children, and still do today.”

"When I was a kid, it rained a lot of blueberries. It still does now."

"I ate walnuts and my tongue got rough. Still the same."

“Every time I climbed a mountain, I yearned for a higher mountain, and every time I went to a town, I yearned for a bigger city.Still the same."

“I grew proud of climbing trees and picking cherries, and it is still the same today.”

"I used to be shy. I'm still shy."

"I couldn't wait for the first snow. Even now."

“When I was a child, I used to throw spears at trees."

"The stabbed spear is still shaking."

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They tell you that adults are still the same as children

Come on, he's singing to remind you of what it felt like to be a kid again.

Damiel sells armor in an antique shop.

This scene is beautiful, comfortable, and humorous without regrets.

Without hesitation, he walks out of the store with colorful jackets, ties, watches and hats.

This work shows us the emotions of the characters in a way that is easy for us to understand, and it is well done.

It's so shine!

A boy walks by and asks for directions.

Damiel teases a boy for fun with wordplay.

He deliberately put up a lot of proper nouns to confuse the boy.

This kind of humorous depiction makes the atmosphere of the story very bright.

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Boy: "Where's Acacia Street?"

Damiel:

"Go right on Christpark, go on Grunewaldstrasse, turn left instead of right on Golzstrasse."

Boy: "Oh my god!"

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Former angel and former angel

Damiel, who has become a human, wants to convey his excitement to Peter as soon as possible, so he goes to meet him.

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Damiel: "Brother!"

Peter:

"I'm so happy for you!"

"How's it going?"

"For some reason, I thought you were tall."

"When did you become human?"

Damiel:

"When did it happen?"

"Minute, hour, week, month, time! Is this the time!"

Peter: "You'll need money."

Damiel: "I have money! I sold things."

Peter: "Armor? How much?"

Damiel: "200 marks"

Peter:

"It was a bargain. Look, 30 years ago, it was $500 at a pawn shop on the corner of 23rd Street in New York."

Damiel:

"you?"

"you also?"

Peter:

"There are quite a lot."

"You're not the only one."

Peter:

"So, from now on?"

Damiel: "I have a lover."

Peter: "Sweetheart. Nice!"

Damiel: "Tell me more!"

"I want to know everything."

Peter: ”Find out for yourself. ”

”It's fun.”

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That's right, Peter used to be an angel.

Damiel's senior

He loves sketching portraits of people.

Damiel goes looking for Marion.

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Damiel:

"There is another sun than the one in the sky, Cassiel."

"Spring dawning in the depths of the night. New wings we don't know. Wings that will surprise us."

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Rather than the sun of the planet, is it a yang that means sunshine or dawn?

Marion gradually expands her hopes after meeting Damiel in a dream.

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Inside Marion's mind:

"I don't know who I am, who I don't know. I don't have a past or a country, but that's good."

"I am here. I am free. I can imagine anything. Anything is possible."

"I just look up and blend into the world. Now I feel here, happiness that should always be felt"

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Change to vivid color image.

With bright eyes and a hopeful face.

Is it the effect of seeing an angel in a dream?

Marion is clearly full of spiritual power.

Marion begins searching for Damiel.

She met Peter by chance in a cafe.

It's cool to ask Columbo, a great detective, to look for people.

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Marion:

"Detective, you're good at finding people, aren't you?"

Peter:

"There's also the matter of entering the labyrinth."

"Are you looking for someone?"

Marion: "I feel like looking for someone."

Peter:

"Who? Boy? Girl? Man? Woman?"

"You're looking for a man."

"Name is?"

"Where do you live?"

Marion: "I don't know anything."

Peter: "That's a difficult case."

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Peter senses the presence and talks to Cassiel, who seems to be lonely.

Peter:

"I can't see you."

"I can feel it"

"I want to see your face. I have a lot to talk about. You're my friend, brother!"

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Saying so, he shakes hands with Cassiel.

Marion seems to be convinced that there is Damiel in the dream.

Attracted to each other

Meanwhile, Damiel and Marion desperately search for each other.

Finally, they arrive at the live venue.

Damiel sits on a chair at a nearby bar.

Squeeze through the audience and feel the presence of Damiel.

And The two meet for the first time after approaching Damiel as if being sucked in.

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Marion:

"Someday we'll be serious."

"I was mostly alone."

"But I wasn't completely alone."

"It was fun to be with people, but I've come to think it was just a coincidence."

"It's just a coincidence that my parents weren't someone else."

"Why is my brother the brown-eyed boy and not the green-eyed boy from the platform across the street?"

"I was best friends with the taxi driver's daughter."

"I put her on my shoulder, but I'm glad the horse was my friend."

"I once had a lover, but it's also a coincidence that I left him behind and didn't follow a stray man."

"Look into my eyes?"

"Will you hold my hand?"

"No, don't hold my hand, don't look me in the eye."

"Tonight is the new moon. ”

”The quietest night ever. ”

”No bloodshed in the city."

"Until now, it wasn't just for fun. But this time, I wasn't even worried about being serious."

"Finally now, seriously"

"So I am at that age."

"I wasn't the only one serious?"

"Sometimes I'm serious."

“Whether I was alone or with people, I was never lonely.”

"I wanted to feel lonely."

"Because loneliness is to feel myself completely."

"Now I can finally say that. I understand loneliness."

"Coincidence is over."

"The new moon is the time to make a decision. "

"It's time to make a decision even if you don't know your fate."

" Make a decision. For us, now is the time."

"Our decisions are the decisions of all the worlds in this city."

"Now the two of us are something more than two."

"We are in the square; there are countless people in the square. "

"People with the same wishes as us."

"Everything depends on us."

"I have made up my mind. "

"Now it's up to you to make up your mind."

"Now is the only time"

"You need me. You're gonna need me."

"I'm sure the history that the two will create is wonderful."

"The history of the great things of men and women. "

"The history of the new ancestors, transmitted even though they are invisible."

"Look, my eyes are reflected, aren't they? Inevitably, the future of the people in the square."

"Last night, a man I didn't know appeared in my dream. My husband."

"For the first time, I understood loneliness with that person, and for the first time, I welcomed him with everything I had."

"I understand the labyrinth of happiness that welcomes that person in its entirety and is one with the labyrinth."

"That's you"

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In Marion's monologue, You feel that human loneliness, loneliness, the flow of time, passion, history, coexistence, and the future are being talked about.

Until now, the main focus of this work has been children rather than adults,

but now it argues that adults who grow up to feel inevitable and become aware of loneliness create happiness.

And inevitably than by chance, you can feel loneliness, so you can become one with someone.

The history of the world is about to begin.

I think it's a very, very feminine view of the world.

Men have to know that women think like this.

And Damiel learns that not only angels but also humans have "eternity" and "infinite" perfection.

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Damiel and Marion, then

Inside the mansion, Marion is holding a rope and practicing aerial tricks.

Damiel pulls on the rope below to help.

The two are united, just like a pair competition in figure skating.

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Damiel:

"Something happened. It's still happening. It's irresistible."

"It happened at night. It's even clearer now during the day."

"Who's who? I'm in her. She wraps me around."

"Everyone doesn't know if I was one. I'm one."

"They were not children of a finite life, but they bore the image of eternity."

"I also know that I will be surprised."

"She took me home. I have a home too."

"It happened a long time ago.Event that happened a long time ago. So it will continue to happen."

"The image we conceived together is my life. A life long companion."

"The surprise of being two. The surprise of a man and a woman. That's what made me human."

"I know now. Things no angel knows."

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Is it a mixed feeling of the indescribable feeling of anxiety you get when you fall in love, and the comforting feeling of security you get when you're with your partner?

Like my dominant arm, my partner is connected by many motor nerves, and I can't stand even if they leave.

Like two magnets with south and north poles attached, a sense of unity that can never be overturned like scientific proof.

In it, Damiel must have seen a perfect form different from that of an angel.

What is it like to live?

It's hard to put into words, but I think humans have more depth or potential.

Humans are born alone and die alone.

It's lonely, it's absurd, it's very precarious.

Because we have a limited lifespan, we can appreciate the beauty and dearness of everything we see, hear, and touch.

Because life is limited, we feel like we are searching for something eternal and perfect, and creating it in our heart.

I feel like it's a waste if we think that it's not the instinct of animals.

Is that feeling of ecstasy when you have a valuable experience something instinctive?

I believe it is spiritual.

I feel that it is a living energy different from food.

Nerve signals run around the whole body, excitement and passion that makes all muscles tremble, and the euphoria.

You think you are the best, you feel this place is the best, you feel like your friends who are involved with you are the best, you feel like this time is the best.

I think we have the power to generate that kind of energy in any miserable situation.

And those energies are transmitted from person to person.

When the older generation lives energetically and happily, the younger generation will want to be like that, and they will grow old quickly and want to know more about the world.

Enjoy your finite life.

What is a storyteller

Now, there is another character in this work.

This is where the old man writes down his thoughts as a storyteller.

I think this storyteller is an angel that the author idealizes.

A person who understands, sympathizes with, and heals human troubles.

A person who thinks deeply about history, past, present, and future, and communicates better for human beings.

A person who sympathizes with, cherishes, and lives with human beings.

Such an existence has been necessary in every era, and will continue to be important in the future.

Let's hear what he thinks.

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Elder:

"Speak, O Goddess of Poetry. An infant and an old man who drifted to the end of the world. Homer, the storyteller who is the mirror of all."

"My listeners become readers with time, no longer sitting in circles, sitting alone at their desks, not caring about others."

"I am old and my voice is hoarse, but stories still rise from the abyss."

"The open mouth repeats forcefully."

“A story that can be fully understood and passed on to all people.”

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A storyteller is someone who, like a mirror, tells the world through words and images.

One who endures loneliness and speaks of the beauty of the world for all.

I'm not just talking about works of art.

A person who impresses people with all five senses, whether at work, on social media, or in community activities.

People who give us exclamation marks like “Ah!” “This is it!”

Please find more and tell me.

Next, emphasize what the storyteller must keep telling.

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Elder:

"The world seems to be twilight, but I will continue to speak.

In the same tune as before.

Fueled by song, the story does not get bogged down in the chaos of the present world and heads towards the future.

The once great story that spanned the centuries is over.

Now I just think about each day.

It is not a story about a brave warrior or a king, but a story about only peaceful things.

It can be a dried onion or a swamp migratory tree.

No one has yet successfully told the epic of peace.

Why is it that peace does not inspire anyone and makes it difficult for stories to emerge?

Give up?

If I give up, humanity will lose its storyteller.

To lose the storyteller is to lose humanity's childhood."

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Let's talk about beauty instead of misery, talk about the future instead of the past, talk about the future instead of loneliness.

And he regrets that he was powerless against the war that cost so much for his people.

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Elder:

"I can't find Potsdamer Platz. Is it here?

It's not like this.

Potsdamer Platz has Café Josti.

In the afternoon, we chatted, drank coffee, watched passers-by, and smoked cigars.

That cigar from the Rose Wolf firm across the square.

Is this Potsdamer Platz?

No matter who you ask, they say otherwise.

It was a busy square.

Streetcars and omnibuses came and went, and two cars, mine and a chocolate shop.

The Wertheim department store used to be here, but one day it was suddenly covered with flags.

The square was covered with flags. Since then, people started hating people.

Not to mention the police.

I will never give up.

Until I found the old Potsdamer Platz.

My heroes, my children, where have you gone?

Where have my characters gone?

Who are the first characters in the story?

Goddess of poetry, call me, the poor immortal poet.

Abandoned by those who once heard poetry, lost his voice, and was once a talking angel.

Now ignored and ridiculed, this crossroads musician sings in the middle of no-man's land."

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"Isolation, suspicion, exclusion, selfishness, indifference, prejudice, and discrimination'' were born because of the war.

He laments what the storyteller was doing to these.

The world has been hurt and hurt so much, and the scars still remain.

And he is generously proclaiming the revival of the storyteller.

Renaissance, revival

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Elder:

"Tell me, the storyteller and singer, the names of the men, women, and children who will one day find me."

"People need storytellers more than anything else in this world."

"Boarding complete!"

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With hope

This "Boarding complete!" the voice of the narration is also very good.

Please listen.

Damiel became a human, landed on the ground, and began to feel the world.

Marion finally found herself for real.

The storyteller once again begins to speak for the world.

Now, the ships of the world will depart.

Be hopeful!

There are many worries and sorrows in life.

"Loneliness, Loneliness, Anguish, Fear"

Negative aspects are attacking us all at once.

Still great to live.

"Warmth, Hope, Humor, Connection, Change, Coexistence, Togetherness."

A lot of positive things await you.

Precisely because we have a finite life, and precisely because it hurts to hurt,

the more you have that feeling, the more dear you feel to this unstable and lonely human being.

Knowing that the world, like yourself, is not eternal, feels precious, ephemeral, and beautiful.

It is a work that makes you feel like that.

Please take a look at Wim Wenders's original version of this wonderful storyteller, please review.

People who have a hard time living will surely be moved by something.

Feel it with the eyes of an angel how precious this world is, how much fun it is.

You will say Yuji Oda's famous quote "I'm glad I was born on earth!!"on the world athletics TV broadcast.

Why don't you make a lot of memories together?

I say.

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☆On a rainy day, look outside while drinking coffee at a cafe

☆The smell of asphalt in a sudden shower on a summer day

☆Smell of library books

☆Pop advertisements in bookstores

☆Look at the audio components that were on display at an electric shop in the past

☆Eat sizzling grilled hamburgers on rainy days

☆I was scared of Apollo's face at the gas station in my neighborhood.

☆I was afraid of vermilion

☆Towels with the smell of detergent

☆I can't keep up with the bounce of the super ball, and I like to rush.

☆The cat purrs and winks

☆A mug with a little thickness like when I kissed

☆Judo ukemi

☆Woman with long hair

☆When flipping takoyaki with a skewer

☆Undiluted solution of Calpis

☆Ridge path in the rice field

☆Jump into the river

☆Bonfire

☆Saturday night market

☆Fireworks display

☆Gift exchange at a local Christmas party

☆Itching when sleeping on straw

☆I love blankets so much that I use them even in the summer.

☆I can't sleep with other pillows

☆Collapsing shoulders with friends

☆Draw 4 times in a row with UNO

☆Snack selection for excursions up to 300 yen

☆Interval breaks during muscle training

☆Twist my neck and pop my joints

☆Knit cap

☆Complete copy of bus announcement

☆The sound of trains and trains clattering

☆Buy a ticket at the station from the station staff

☆Backward walking

☆When I received the textbook for the new school year

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It seems to come out more.

Please find a lot of your boarding tickets.

Tell me that.

"Because we're friends, brother!"

See you next time.

Goodbye!

Related works

"Faraway,so close!" directed by Wim Wenders

"Tokyo-Ga" directed by Wim Wenders

"Paris, Texas" directed by Wim Wenders

"Stalker" directed by Andrei Tarkovsky

"The Mirror" directed by Andrei Tarkovsky

"Nostalgia" directed by Andrei Tarkovsky

"The Sacrifice" directed by Andrei Tarkovsky

"Early Spring" directed by Yasujirō Ozu

"Tokyo Story" directed by Yasujirō Ozu

"An Autumn Afternoon" directed by Yasujirō Ozu

"Amelie" directed by Jean-Pierre Jeunet

"La Strada" directed by Federico Fellini

"The Clowns" directed by Federico Fellini

...Ende.

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the-ghost-king · 2 years

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Personal Cecil, Lou Ellen, and Will headcanons but they're messily composed because it's 1am but they're extra trans (and hopefully not too transphobic) to make up for it:

okay so Will grows up on some huge family plot of land that they farm and idk what they grow maybe like mixed veggies and grains or maybe they just have livestock idk

someone gave them a pig at some point when Will was a baby or toddler or something and my Will is Jewish so they're not allowed to do anything with the pig besides keep it as a pet but it's friends with the cattle dog so this is okay

he meets Lou Ellen when he's in like kindergarten or first grade or something they're both like really young and fast best friends

I'm torn between they meet Cecil in New York at camp and he's from a more conservative or maybe even Orthodox Jewish family, but I also love the idea of him being a kid Will (reformist) knew from synagogue who joined their friend group

either way when Will was a kid Cecil totally had a crush on him (but like trans Will, because Cecil being the solo cishet in the friend group is funny)

Will is that early bloomer trans kid that's got it figured out (more or less) by like 11 or 12 or something

he comes from a really supportive family with a really mixed racial and ethnic background so being trans is just normal

it's culturally relevant to his family in the stories they tell and pass on so even if nobody else in his family is trans or similar he just grows up with it right beside him

also (to simplify things) there's six genders in Judaism so it's just like chill that he's trans

Lou Ellen realizes she's trans because of him and they fight because she's not ready to come out yet even to herself and she's working through some jealousy feelings about the fact that Will's family loves him as himself and all sorts of just complicated stuff that she isn't ready to talk about

Will's upset because he thinks Lou Ellen is super transphobic (conservative chrisitian household or something) and he doesn't want to lose his best friend

once again torn between Cecil's entry point into the friend group but him having to sit awkwardly in the middle seat of he car and attempt to make conversation between Lou Ellen and Will during the year they're fighting when Naomi or Cecil's mom take them back and forth from Texas and Camp (or if Cecil is from New York some equally long road trip with camp chaperones for like medical supplies or something idk)

also I think it would be funny and horrible if Cecil had plans to ask Will out on like Thursday and finds out on Tuesday that he's trans (in the sense that Cecil only likes girls) so Cecil's plans go out the window

I think Will should date Drew here and Will is still working through the "am I trans masc or non binary? ok if yes to trans masc, am I like entirely man or just a bit dude on the scale? does that make me straight or a lesbian? etc" and all those un fun but memorable gender-sexuality questions that you take 3am crisis quizzes for <3

Lou Ellen manages to work through her feelings and she comes out to Will in tears and apologetic and "I'm so sorry I was just jealous" and all those other really annoying 13-14 year old feelings

everything is good between them even if a bit tentative at first but during this point they're at camp so Lou Ellen and Will figure out this messy early fun trans years together where she helps him pick out his first short hair cut and measure for a binder (which he doesn't need because his mom helped him get on blockers but he wants one so...) meanwhile he's equally lost on how to do makeup but trying to learn the things Lou Ellen can't figure out herself so he can teach her and they're both trying to figure out what you can eat to make your hair grow faster, etc

ofc through all of this there are classic friend group shenanigans and coming of age stuff like perfecting powers and magic, Will moving up in the infirmary, Lou Ellen and Cecil designing pranks together, but all sad things like siblings dying and war and other canon events

anyhow they go home after that summer back to Texas and Lou starts having a tough time at home and after just a few weeks she just picks up a phone and asks Naomi if she can move into their spare bedroom and of course the answer is yes (ofc)

so Will gets a new sister/best friend in his house in addition to the probably like 16 cousins that also live on the property

Texas is super transphobic but this is my niche headcanon fantasy so we'll say it's less so, and there's some magic loophole law that Lou Ellen is able to get on blockers after just a few months living with Naomi and Will

this goes on for maybe a year or so uninterrupted

except more messy teenage feelings make their way in because Cecil is dating someone to try to get over having liked Will because he is straight meanwhile Lou Ellen is catching feelings for Cecil but doesn't want to get in the way of his new relationship or their friendship

Will breaks up with Drew and comes out as bi/pan/queer (label differention doesn't matter to him personally) sometime before that or after that? Idk queue recognition crush on Nico somewhere around here

Lou Ellen's family starts coming back around and they're not perfect but they're at least trying now but she still wants to live with Naomi but she agrees to meet with them once a week or something

Cecil is still dating his girlfriend but realizing this may not be the best choice as he is catching feelings for Lou Ellen now but he is worried about ruining their friendship.. should he talk to Will about this?

Will starts medical transition <3

Cecil breaks things off with his girlfriend and decides maybe to try to date Lou Ellen but he's worried she won't like him

Lou Ellen is able to start medical transition!! She's extremely happy but her family starts to pull back

this upsets Lou Ellen, understandably, and queue some sort of Cecil gets relationshipped blocked again by a similar problem in the same friend group

he's a trooper though and knows that's not the important thing and is absolutely there for Lou Ellen alongside Will and all their other friends and found family through this

at some point during the aforementioned events Will finally notices that Cecil and Lou Ellen like each other (he tends to be thick when it comes to such) and from this also pieces together the realization that Cecil used to like him

despite Will finding this funny he now exists in his friend group in a constant state of "holy shit what is wrong with you two just kiss already"

anyhow Lou Ellen and Will get fun happy trans puberty feelings and everything is a bit bittersweet

Nico and Will end up together at some point and good for them etc etc

it's Nico who ends up getting into people's business and meddling a bit (with Mitchell's help of course, he is making friends <3) manages to her Cecil and Lou Ellen together

Will is incredibly thankful because the tension was killing him but he's also happy his friends are happy

it's been a year or two now and Lou Ellen's family is coming back around and she's weary of them but she's still willing to try and this time they're much more genuine and try harder and semester more interested in her and her life and keeping her around

so her and Cecil are happy together and everyone now picks on Cecil for being the cishet of the friend group who managed to crush on both the trans kids and more than one gender without realizing it, etc etc

but it's all in good fun and they all love him for it

Nico and Will can have a happy ending too, everyone can enjoy walking off into the Texas sunset or something or into the New York Streets for college or New Rome or something idk happily ever after though because I want to

Okay now it's 2:30 am so I stop here an leave it all messy and go to bed <3

#lou ellen blackstone #cecil markowitz #trans will solace #hmmm idk how to tag this so I don't lose it they need a trio name #jewish will solace

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The Winter Ghost - Part 5

Info: A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn't and because of that, everything you knew was about to change.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/n

Warning: language, PTSD, anxiety, violence, fluff.

W/c: 3.5K ish

A/n : oooh getting serious. Im having so much fun writing this you guys! Shout out to @cutie1365 for all her support! Go read her fic A Kid From Queens, but dont say I didnt warn you. Its addicting!

Everything happened really fast after that day in the common room with Wanda. Shuri worked tirelessly in the lab trying to develop a softer approach to bringing back your memories. She believed if she could restore them fully, we would have the last piece of the puzzle.

Becoming the perfect war machine seemed like the most obvious use for the serum, but Steve reminded you Hydra always had something up their sleeve.

You really enjoyed living in Wakanda. Most days were spent in the gym training. Trying to harness the team's abilities was not so enjoyable. You worked with Wanda most. It helped that you were only 4 years older than her. She was younger than most of the team and had a dark past that seemed to mirror yours.

Most of your nights consisted of you, Wanda and Nat settling into the couch and cheesy eighties movies on the plasma TV. Bucky would often come out of his room and sit with you.

You really enjoyed Bucky's energy. Something about him just drew you to him. Maybe it was his smile, or the way he smelled like mint and nicotine, or that he read the newspaper and drank black coffee in the mornings. You weren't sure. One thing was for certain, the more time you spent together, the harder it became to leave him. Bucky would tell you about his past and how he used to have to bail little 'Stevie' out of bar fights and ally brawls every other day. He made you laugh like no one really did. When he told you about his time with Hydra and how they would control his mind you would rake your fingers through his hair and whisper to him he wasn't alone anymore.

As the days melted into weeks, the horrific nightmares began to grow legs. It was one of the many side effects from Shuri’s digging. Some days it felt like Hydra knew you would try to remember and this was their fail-safe. Every time you began to drift off you'd see Tommys pale face, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. You swear, right before he stumbled off the edge of the bridge you saw him say something. You could never remember when you woke, nor could you recall any other detail other than Tommy. It felt wrong. You felt wrong. Like he wasn't yours to grieve.

One particular bad night, you remember waking up screaming. Your whole body felt like it was on fire as your tears seared down your cheeks. The only thing that grounded you after that was the small knock that echoed from the other side of your door.

“Hey, doll. Let me in?” His voice was soft and smooth and the only thing that seemed to bring you back to the dimly lit bedroom. You stared at the ceiling for a solid minute before slowly rising and crossing the room. Gently, you opened the door just a crack and looked up. There stood a sleepy-eyed Bucky. He sported a baggy pair of grey sweats and an old beat up tank, his arms on full display. In normal circumstances, you believed that that was enough to knock you out of any state. You wondered if Bucky knew the effect he had on people. Or worse, if he knew the effect he had on you.

“Can't sleep, keep me company?” He spoke, huskily. You could tell he had just woken up. Sleep still clouded his eyes, and the yawn he tried to stifle gave him away. You appreciate what he was trying to do, so instead of calling the man out, you opened the door, and welcomed the Super Soldier in.

You talked for hours that night. He didn't ask about your nightmare, which you appreciated. You had recited the images to Shuri about thirty times in the past week. It was the only memory that seemed to come back. It replayed over and over on a continuous loop through your mind. This moment with Bucky was a welcomed break.

“Can I ask you somethin’?” You finally spoke. Bucky and you had found your way onto your bed at some point. His right arm draped around your shoulder, as you leaned on his chest. He cracked his neck to look down at you.

“Of course.” He offered, shifting onto his side so he could really look at you.

“Does it ever stop? I’m so exhausted, all I want to do is sleep but I- I'm so scared. I don’t want to see it again… What if it never-” Your voice broke off, shutting your eyes tight to stop a tear from escaping.

“Hey, hey. You're not alone anymore. Remember? I went through it and came out the other side. And look how well adjusted I am.” Bucky smirked, sarcasm laced his last remark. You couldn't help but smile at that. You didn't know if anyone but you and Steve really knew how funny he was. Maybe he liked it that way. Maybe he was only that way with you? You knew it had been awhile since Bucky had really been this way around others. It warmed your heart how quickly the two of you got along.

“Listen to me, doll.” He started, seriously, lowering his stare to meet yours.

“I’ll be here. Whenever you need me. I know what it's like, to feel out of control. To feel like a prisoner in your own body. To answer your question, yeah I think it gets better. I mean,” He paused then, looking you up and down in a way that made you blush. He started again, words laced with that old Brooklyn charm the ladies used to love. Granted, that worked back in 1940 - something and he had been out of the game for quite a while.

“I’m in bed with a smart, complicated, frankly beautiful dame. I’d say it gets better, wouldn't you?” He gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. His touch sent shivers down your spine. Bucky's stormy eyes bore into yours making your breath hitch in your throat. There was a moment, so brief that when you recanted the memory you weren't sure it really happened. But you thought maybe for just a second he wanted to-

“Up and at it, Y/n! Training starts at 0700!” Caps voice droned through your bedroom door suddenly, knocking you out of your thoughts and back to the bed you resided on. Your hand reached out for Bucky, who since that night spent most beside you. He would stay with you until you fell asleep and more often than not, when you woke, he’d be beside you, fast asleep. His side of the bed was cold, however. He had been up for a while.

You looked at your phone on the nightstand. 6:15 am it read. You groaned, rubbing your hands over your face and slinking out of bed. Pain screamed from your muscles as you opened the bathroom door. Carefully, you started the shower, steam quickly filled the room and calmed your aching bones. You stepped in and autobly signed.

Fifteen minutes later you met the rest of the team in the kitchen. You couldn't help but notice Bucky wasn't in attendance. Everyone looked like they had been awake for hours while your wet hair was pulled up in a messy knot on top of your head. Nat was pouring herself a cup of coffee when she noticed you come in. She smirked, instantly grabbing another mug and gesturing to the pot in her hands. You nodded quickly. ‘Coffee fixed most everything’. That's what Your Dad used to tell you before he left for work and you lived by that.

“Look who's finally up…” Cap announced. You had no idea how he was so chipper in the mornings. Even the sound of his booming voice made you cringe. The man must have coffee running through his veins. Maybe that should be Hydra’s next serum idea…

“I have risen. Just for you, Rogers.” You muttered sarcastically, taking the mug of coffee from Nat. You smiled and mouthed thank you, taking a big swig. Ugh, you grimaced, swallowing the brown substance much to your dismay. You didn't know what this brown water was but it definitely wasn't coffee.

Wanda laughed at your disgusted face, "It's decaf, Y/n '' she rolled her eyes, "Cap thinks decaf is better for the team. That coffee will mess with our 'performance' or whatever." She shrugged. What's even the point? You thought.

“Excuse me young lady.” Cap began, scolding Wanda like she was his teenager. Wanda smirked, turning towards his voice.

“Young lady?” Nat mocked her friend, nudging him out of the way as she reached for the piece of toast she had put in the toaster. She took a bite and over chews laughed, “You're really aging yourself, Cap.” She finished, hoisting herself up onto the kitchen island beside you.

You really liked Natasha. You thought she must have been the most beautiful person you'd ever met. Her red hair always curled around her soft features perfectly. You honestly didn't know how a human could look that perfect and be so deadly. Over the past few weeks, Nat had taught you a lot. You mostly trained with Captain Rogers and Wanda, but occasionally Nat would step in. She was small in stature, but she helped you learn how to use that to your advantage.

“What’cha say we go get some real coffee, babe?” Nat nudged you with a small smile. You looked up at her with a wide eye gaze. She truly was a hero.

“God, yes please.” You beamed as she jumped off the island.

“If you're skipping out on training then count me in! I” Wanda chimed. Rogers looked frustrated as the three of you started towards the door.

“Nat, you heard what Shuri said. Y/n cannot leave the premises until we know what she's fully capable of. She’s dangerous.” Cap stated firmly, but unmoved from the kitchen. You looked at the floor uncomfortably. He was right. You were a ticking time bomb. You all knew it. Shuri explained with the presence of the nightmares it was only a matter of time before something snapped. And no one really knew how that would look when it happened. For the most part, everyone treated you like a normal person. An honorary member of the team. But Rogers often reminded you that you were anything but. Just an experiment and a means to an end.

"Comeon' y/n. I know a place we can get some real coffee." Nat spoke, louder than Cap. Venom seeped from her words as she glared at the Captain. She shook her head disapprovingly. Wanda took your hand, pulling you gently out of the kitchen. When you touched you felt your skin sizzle, absorbing the power that surged through her body. You made a conscious effort to steady your breathing and push her power to the back of your mind. As you left you heard Natasha’s booming voice coming from behind you but decided to ignore it, as the two of you headed for the garage.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Steve?” Nat snapped at him. Steve opened his mouth and closed it trying to find the right words. “She’s a person, you ass! You can't keep treating her like some unhinged science experiment. She’s just a person. Just like me. Just like Bucky.”

“She’s nothing like Bucky!” He thundered. Nat took a step back, snaking her head disapprovingly. “I can’t keep thinking, what if we had it wrong. I mean, she can’t remember anything. What if her memories come back and she's not really on our side. I don't think we thought this through, Nat.” He huffed, running his hands over his face in frustration.

“I trust her, Steve. Bucky trusts her.” She started, taking a few steps closer to him. He shook his head in annoyance and scoffed.

“Bucky thinks the girl’s a doll. He’s totally smitten, that doesn't count. I think the guy would trust anything she said at this point-”

“Do you trust me?” Nat snapped, a brow arched, hands on her hips. Stever huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You know I do, but-” He began.

“Then it's settled. You gotta’ let the girl out. She's been locked up here for weeks. I promise, I’ll keep her safe. Besides, I’m getting pretty tired of her stealing my clothes. Coffee, and shopping and then we’ll be back, yeah?” Nat offered, voice dripping with sweetness. She knew she had won this battle. She always did.

“Two hours, Romanoff. That's all you get.” Steve grumbled. Nat smirked, rolling her eyes and spinning on her heel to meet you and Wanda in the garage.

“See ya later, Grandpa. Don't wait up.” She offered over her shoulder. Steve only shook his head and chuckled, hoping desperately he hadn't made a huge mistake.

Nat strutted victoriously out of the kitchen, and almost ran right into Bucky's large frame. She stumbled back, regaining her balance quickly. Bucky raised one brow curiously.

“Where ya’ going in such a hurry?” He asked, watching her carefully.

“I’m taking your girl out for a much needed shopping trip. Anything particular you'd like to see her in?” She quipped, sarcastically, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Bucky choked on a cough, clearing his throat and trying to turn it into a laugh. He failed, of course.

“I- ah, I don't know what- uh, what?” He finally got out. Nat smirkled, and patted him on his stiff chest. It was literally too easy. The man was such a ball of stress. Nat thought it was honestly cute. She’s never seen Bucky like this before. Nervous and blushing. She thought you were really good for him. Maybe you’ll finally take that stick out of his ass. She thought with a smirk.

“Have a nice day, Sergeant.” She cooed, pushing past his rigid body leaving Bucky in shock.

“You ready, babies?” Nat grinned, putting the key in the Jeep’s ignition. You sat in the back seat while Wanda sat in the passenger, both nodding vigorously.

“For the love of coffee!” You shouted, pointing forward. Both women laughed and with that you took off.

……………………...

You practically skipped through the Wakanda market. Beautiful earthy colours melted into the scenery practically taking your breath away. Wanda and Nat had stopped at a small coffee shop, but you wandered around, looking at the beautiful handmade clothing. The smoky smell of something cooking from a nearby street grill filled your senses. It was complex, sweet and spicy and sour all at once. It made your mouth water. Foreign and delicious. You followed the smell to a small hutch where people gathered around, eating and laughing.

“Beautiful isn't it? How food brings us all together.” A man spoke beside you. You recognized him as T’Challa, Shuri’s older brother and also the man who is letting you and your new friends stay in Wakanda. You had only really met him in passing, but never really spoke. Bucky always describes him as a kind, gracious friend. You smiled up at him.

“It is… Really beautiful.” You repeated.

“How are you liking Wakanda, Y/n?” He asked. His voice was deep and rich. Almost melodic. Just by speaking he had commanded the attention of the people around you. The new eyes on the two of you made you feel uneasy and small, but you took a deep breath and relaxed yourself.

“It's so gorgeous here. Thank you for having me, T’Challa.” You spoke his name and it made him smile. You froze unsure if that was the right thinking to call him. He was the King, sort of, but Bucky had always referred to him by his given name.

“Breath, my friend. You have nothing to fear here. You are with good people. Your friend Bucky speaks very highly of you. And any friend of the Sergeants is a friend of mine.” He voiced, placing a warm hand on your shoulder as you relaxed. From behind him you could see Nat and Wanda walking towards you. Wanda waved chaotically making you smile.

An old beat-up SUV made a loud popping noise as it pulled up somewhere behind you. The noise made you shudder. The familiar sound of gunshots rang through your ears as you grabbed your head, trying to make the noise stop. You looked to T’Challa who seemed only concerned, reaching out a hand to steady you.

“Is everything okay, Y/n?” He spoke, trying to gage what was wrong by your actions. The loud deady blows echoed through your head, unrelenting as a scream erupted through the crowd. You weren't sure if you had made the noise of if it was someone else. Everything seemed to fade away and your vision became blurry.

“Y/n, Y/n! Can you hear me?!” You heard a woman yell over the crowd. You tried to focus on her voice, but it was too late. Everything suddenly went black and you felt your body go numb.

You woke up in the dark cement room that plagued your nightmares. A man's eerie voice echoed off the walls.

“Еще раз!” Again! He shouted. Usually when you relieved these memories you didn't know what the man was saying. But for some reason, this time your brain was translating for you. You didn’t question it as you looked around the room. You felt your body scream as an excruciating electric shock ripped through you. Tears burned down your face as you begged incoherently for it to stop. As fast as it came on, the shock stopped, and you could breathe again.

“Ты сама во всем виновата, дитя мое.” You brought this on yourself, my child. The man cooed, wiping a bead of sweat that ran down your forehead. You winced at his touch, the feeling of him on you making you nauseous.

“Если бы ты только сделал то, о чем тебя просили. Если бы вы только слушали. Может быть, все было бы по-другому, хотя я сомневаюсь в этом.” If only you had done what you were asked. If only you have listened. Maybe things would be different, though, I doubt it. He spat, chuckling as he motioned for the other outside of view to start again.

“Please, don’t do this, Zemo. Обещаю. Возьми мою память. Заставь меня забыть, только не делай этого.” I promise. Take my memory. Make me forget, just don't do this. You begged. You tried to move your arms but they were secured down. The man only laughed at your feeble attempt, building a rage inside of you.

“Oh, don't you worry, мой ребенок. All in due time. When I’m done with you, you won't remember your own name.” He grinned a crooked smile as the machine you laid in whirled on again, sending a volt of electricity through your body. You clenched your teeth and stifled another scream.

Your eyes burst open, scolded by the sun and the tears that now streamed down your face. Gasping for air you tried to sit up, but your body shrieked with pain. On your left Nat sat beside you, Wanda was on your right holding a phone to her ear yelling something you couldn't quite make out. Your breath slowly began to return and the sunspots in your vision cleared. You looked around, the market was now almost empty but the small street grill was now billowing with smoke and flame. Nat helped you up, body still aching. You looked around, horrified by the mess that was once the lively market.

“Are you okay, Y/n” Nat started, her hands on either side of your arms. You blinked at her, terrified.

“What happened?” You asked, horrified to actually know the answer. She gave you a nervous look and tucked a loose hair behind her ear.

“It wasn't your fault, Y/n. No one was hurt, everyone got out. It’s going to be okay.”

“It most certainly is not going to be okay!” Captain Rogers' voice boomed from behind the three of you. Wanda spun around startled, while you just hung your head low. Whatever lashing he was going to give you, you deserved. It couldn't be any worse than what Zemo had done… You paused, eyes a gape.

“Oh my God.” You gasped, alerting the others. Steve looked at her angrily, impatient for your next words.

“I remember something… I think- I think I remember who did this to me.” You choked out, eyes glassy as you remembered for the first time the man who made you a monster.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! Hope all have a great weekend! As always, feel free to leave me feedback! My inbox is always open!

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fenheart87 · 4 years

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Blue Changes

We had a fun little challenge, we picked a prompt and had 3, 15 minute sprints to write something for the prompt. Then 24 hours for light editing to finish sentences if needed, grammar etc. This is my take on the the prompt "Has anyone ever told you just how adorable you are Because you really are." Dedicated to @verfound 🧡

“Marinette, where is my favorite designer at?!” Jagged burst into the studio, Fang trotting happily next to him on her leash and Penny multitasking between her phone call and tablet. Technically he was supposed to be on a plane to New York, but decided to swing by Paris on his way because he had an idea that just could not wait and wanted to check on his unofficial niece anyways. There was only one speed bump in that plan, the studio was completely empty. The chaos of fabric strewn about and pieces half cut with scissors still mid snip definitely screamed someone was working hard or trying to at least, the mannequin with a half-pinned design and ripped fabric seemed to lean toward the latter.

“Looks like she’s not here… Must be taking a break. Penny, why don’t we order from my favorite bakery and make sure something extra special for Marinette. I’m glad we came here before the next stop on tour.” Jagged poked around at the sketches laying in abandon on the desk, some half crumbled on the floor and more stacked on a sketchbook.

“Seems like she is having some massive creators block… We should treat her when we have a break on the tour.” Penny suggested, already on the phone with Tom and trying to insist they would pay for their order.

Some of the sketches were brilliant but had marks of black throughout them, others were completely marked out and you could not even tell what the design was to start with. It hurt to physically see what pain Marinette was going through, most of the ones with the darker markings were of the same style. He could clearly see the thought of Adrien in the suits and matching dresses for Marinette, the anger of the marks showing something had happened or changed. Sighing heavily, Jagged gathered the papers, Fang batting the ones further away with her tail over to her owner. One paper had him blinking in surprise.

“Penn! Pen! Lookie here! D'ya see this?!” jagged shouted, shoving the paper into his assistant’s face, not even minding when she sighed and pushed it to a proper distance. It was a one-of-kind leather jacket and a custom hoodie drawn to match it. Either could be worn seperate or paired together. The colors were a contrast of electric blue and smokey turquoise, the theme was music and snake. Jagged recognized it as a rough sketch due to the lack of color or material notes along the edge that appeared on her finished drafts.

“Why was this crumpled up? It’s a really great idea!” Penny wondered aloud, noticing that the eccentric rockstar she commonly felt like she had to babysit was scheming. “Jagged no, whatever is it the answer is no.”

The door opened and in walked the designer they were looking for, Marinette seemed stressed and a bit run down. Her hair was thrown into a messy bun, one sleeve was pushed higher than the other and her shirt was wrinkled where it was tucked into her pencil skirt. Flip flops clacked along with her steps, another sign she was worn out if the basic shoe was more preferred to her custom made and very comfortable flats. An energy drink dangled from one hand and her design tablet occupied the other. Both guests watched as she made it all the way to her desk without noticing they were there.

“I have no idea what I'm going to do! I don't have anyone that fits that one or the orange one… I could make it a dress but who would wear it?! Ugh! I’m going to fail at this rate and then I won't graduate and I'll never design again, who would want something made by a failure-” Fang chose that moment to nudge her head onto the petite woman’s lap, startling her so bad she screamed and fell out of her chair.

“Well I reckon that I would love to have exclusive rights to all designs made by my favorite niece but we all know that’s not fair to the rest of the world. Now I know you are in a pinch and you’re stuck like a boat in the desert, so you’re going to take a break, spend some time with uncle Jay and make sure that you show poor Fang some love, she was all excited and you just screamed right in her poor face. C’mere my poor baby, Marinette is so mean I know.” Jagged showed the croc in love through pets and scratches.

“When.. How, why?” Poor Marinette was lost and couldn't believe the rockstar was in her studio when he should've been halfway around the world for the next stop on his tour.

“Okay, the only thing we’re doing right now is leaving all this behind for a much needed break for food and maybe a nap in your case. Time to relax and stop stressing for a minute." Penny authoritatively stepped in, stacking the papers on the desk, handing Marinette her purse and phone and with the help of Fang scooted the younger woman out the door.

Marinette protested "Wait I need to finish, it has to be done! I can't take a break, I just did!"

"Negative, now it's time for chow, and you need a shower, at your parents then we need to have a little chat. Ladies first!" Jagged gently shoved the designer into the car with cheer, allowing Fang and Penny to enter before him.

"So my little brilliant niece, we have some great news and a rock and roll deal for you! Can't tell you what is until after you've taken a break though." They grinned as Marinette grumbles as she gave fang the attention she wanted until they pulled up to the bakery.

Getting out of the car first, Marinette sighed at the smell of her parents baking, the smell melting off some stress like butter melting on a fresh from the oven croissant roll. Her stomach grumbled and she opened the door for the other guests, sneaking an excited Fang upstairs to not scare the other customers. Deciding to take a refreshing shower, Marinette went to her bathroom and put on some zen meditation music before getting in the shower. Quick ten minutes later and she was feeling much more alive and hungry. On a whim she grabbed a random outfit that she had made but never worn, pleated plaid skirt with a red checker pattern offset by the off the shoulder fitted top in a burgundy color, and threw it on before joining her guests.

"Oi looking good! One of yours?" Jagged shouted with his mouth full, causing Penny to smack his arm as a reminder to use manners.

"Sure is! Never worn it before but decided change can be a good thing and sometimes you have to start the change instead of waiting for it to happen." Grabbing her favorite pastry and a croissant because you can't just smell one and not eat it, she missed the concerned look her adopted guardians shared.

"So your studio was, well, you seem to be having a hard time." Pen tried to be gentle but made a face at her words.

"Yeah… Life is… Changing." Marinette mused, picking at the pastry.

"Marinette, what can Uncle Jay do to help?" Jagged's serious tone drew her gaze and his heart broke at the sight of unshed tears.

"I uhm well. I- That is, we-" With a huff, she calmed down and a look of determination shone on her face. "Adrien asked me out, on a date date in this really elaborate way. I turned him down. I have no idea what I was thinking but when he asked me I was so happy and then all I could think of was blue and how soft its is and it can be so calm or so chaotic and it’s always changing like the ocean but yet it's always the same and there this feeling of calm and I just couldn't say yes."

The quiet settled into a slightly awkward silence, Marinette was ignoring it and Penny was having nonverbal argument with Jagged on what to say next. With an eye roll that spoke louder than her shouting at him, the assistant took the lead once more. Quietly she rose from the chair she was occupying and sat next to the young designer smoothing out the crumpled sketch she had taken from the studio.

"Is this the blue you're talking about?"

"Yeah… That’s my blue." A gentle smile touched peach lips briefly, blue eyes going soft.

"Is this the skater kid?"

"Skater kid?" Marinette blinked in confusion.

"Nah Pen it's the boat kid."

"He has a name you guys!" Marinette broke down into giggles, looking much more like herself and less like a zombie just waltzing around and going through the motions. "His name is Luka, yes the one who went me skating with Adrien and Kagami, yes the boat kid who has a heart way too big for just his mom and sister. And now me…"

"Sounds like you made a change?" Penny prompted smiling widely.

"A blue one yeah, I did."

"Has anyone ever told you just how adorable you are?" Jagged shouted, picking up the younger woman and swinging her around as she shrieked.

"Okay Jagged, let's not take over her whole day. We did have a reason to show up here after all." Penny handed the tablet to Marinette after he relinquished his hold. "This is what we're looking at for a surprise concert once we are back here in Paris. There's some issues I'm ironing out but I wanted to see what you think and if you would take lead on the design aspect."

"Wait, lead designer for your show?" Blue bell eyes swiveled between ocean blue and hazel sets, wide with disbelief and building excitement.

"Yup, this tablet is yours by the way. I do ask you to keep just business on it for the show, if you want more traditional sketches that's fine but once it's done it needs to be uploaded on here." Jagged explained, clapping a red clad shoulder.

"Oh you need an opening act? I've got that covered." The sparkle was finally back in her eye to match the mischievous grin.

"I agree with Jagged, are you sure no one has said it before because you really are adorable."

#lukanette endgame #lukanette #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous lb #miraculous fanfic #miraculous au #sprint challenge #Fen's Plunny Corner

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magicmanias · 3 years

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Congrats on your 800 follower milestone! Could I have a pairing please? Maybe a short situation too? I'm greedy for escape!

I'm under average height, fluctuate between uk size 6-8 but feel more comfortable in bigger sizes for comfort! After years of experimenting with my hair colour, I'm finally growing my natural shade out which is light brown/auburn and wavy. But it's mostly dyed blonde 'cept for the roots atm.

I'm at a crossroads on what I want to do with my career and kinda have low self-esteem regarding my capabilities.

I've been healing from trauma for the majority of my twenties, so I'm kinda lost on where I fit. I used to be arty and creative and I feel I've lost that over time.

I'm interested in all kinds of history, psychology, filmmaking, art and generally how things come to be/the contstruction of things.

I'm organised but messy. I don't want children, ever. If I'm in a good mood and on form I'm good with kids but if I'm in a depressed mood I am like...not present lol. Cats and dogs for me, thanks.

I try to take pride in my appearence and aesthetic, but go through funks of being a complete mess. Rn I'm wearing an XL camo shirt and blue tie die sweat shorts.

Random facts? I have a dimple in my chin that I once wanted to be corrected because I thought it made me ugly 😂 I realised I was bisexual (pan, really) when I saw Drew Barrymore in Charlies Angles when she's wearing that racing car jumpsuit 🥵 fuck. me. I felt *things*. I love collecting house plants but I'm really bad at keeping them alive. I've recently been teaching myself German and Spanish.

My dream is to be self-sufficient. To be able to travel and live somewhere that isn't my hometown. I just want that experience of being in a foreign city on my own and building up my life from the bottom. (Like, I want to go to NY and live there for a year!) And I want to go to a comic con and get my nerd on.

My type... kinda hard to pin down. If you're honest and funny and don't take yourself too seriously? Don't condescend anyone. Empathetic, supportive. Spontaneous. Weird. Accepting. Willing to learn and be open to new ways of thinking/doing sh*t.

Narcos and Prospect are my favorite works of Pedro's. Would be cool to see him doing live theatre, though.

Thank you in advance xxxxx

I ship you with... Ezra!

You’ve got some blond, just like our poetic friend here.

He loves it when you dye your hair. Brings a bit of light into the ship. Most of the time you’re waiting in the dark until you pass a moon or star.

Sometimes he doesn’t know what color your hair is until those moments. He looks forward to them.

Every prospector is at a crossroads with what to do with their life. Ezra tells you he planned on becoming an English teacher at one point or another...

As adept as he is at speaking his mother tongue, learning other languages was never something he picked up.

When you tell him that you know a few ancient languages from the blue marble, he is more than elated to learn some phrases to pass the time in the freighter.

If you’re insecure about your own capabilities, Ezra can’t help but empathize. Now without his right hand... well, hand, he’s had a difficult time doing even basic tasks. When you first met him, Ezra struck a deal with you. If he taught you how to survive on the Green, you would help him perform the tasks he was once able to do with ease, and maybe teach him more... español.

That old tape of Charlie’s Angels you scrapped has almost been completely worn out from the amount of times you and Ezra have watched in the pod.

History is so complicated, but you’re an informal expert. When Ezra has trouble sleeping at night, terrors of the Green invading his mind, you let him rest his hand in your lap, and you tell him stories about a man named Napoleon who took over a continent and the pirate queen of seas.

You want to travel? Well, it is in the job description. You travel to a new planet every other month, Ezra by your side. He’s been to more planets than you—been at the prospecting game longer—so he tells you stories about all the places he’s seen. One night, he promises you he’ll show them all to you.

Messy? Uh, just the norm at this point. It’s fine though. Ezra knows where everything is in what he calls the “organized disarray.”

Kids. Ezra hadn’t really thought about having kids... His life is no life for children, so he doesn’t really bat an eye when you say you don’t want kids. Just life on the Green for you.

The small pod is really bland, but when you start collecting plants from foreign planets, Ezra loves how lush and effervescent the atmosphere in your small living space has become. He appreciates your efforts to add more color into the ship vey much.

Ezra is pretty much everything you were looking for minus one arm (not that you mind). He’s understanding, silly, eager to do new things, and always ecstatic to learn new things.

Fun fact: Ezra likes your aesthetic.

#follower milestone #ship requests #ezra prospect #ezra

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ladycatofwinterfell · 4 years

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The color of your eyes

Summary: Catelyn Tully has been dating Brandon Stark for months and she’s never seen even a hint of any color. Then one day he invites her to have dinner with his family and when the door to the the Stark house opens her world suddenly explodes with colors.

This was just a quick something I wrote for fun in like an hour and can’t get myself to edit. So there are probably a lot of mistakes and stuff since it’s not edited at all. But I hope it’s worth reading anyway.

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Catelyn

For as long as she could remember she had known that the moment you looked into your soulmate’s eyes you would see the world in color. But everyone had got it wrong, the colors would come when you truly came to love your soulmate deeply. That was the way of it. That was at least what Catelyn told herself. That when she really fell in love with Brandon the colors would come. But she was starting to get desperate. She loved Brandon, she really did. But she saw no colors, everything was just black and white and grey. And every night when she went to sleep she hoped for that she would open her eyes the next morning and finally see what all the colors looked like. Every time Cersei showed her a new dress and talked about what a pretty shade of red it was Catelyn just nodded without a word. She had no idea about what red looked like, but no one knew that. She had told everyone that she did see colors because Brandon was her soulmate, wasn’t he? One day he had said to her that he saw colors and that it was because of her, and she had looked at him and found that she couldn’t tell him that she didn’t. Because if she was his soulmate he had to be hers, right? So she had forced a smile upon her face and told him that she saw colors too, that the world was so beautiful. It had been months since that and still she saw nothing. The lack of colors in her life was slowly destroying her from the inside. She just wanted to know what red looked like. She had been told her that her eyes were blue, she wanted to know what that meant. But she went on with her life despite not knowing what color the grass was, fueled herself with the hope of that maybe the next day she would know what color her notebook was. Maybe the next time she saw Brandon she would know what color the sky was.

One Friday night she sat alone in the sofa in her small apartment and watched something stupid on the TV just to pass time. Brandon had told her that he had something important to do and all of her friends were out of town over the weekend. So sitcoms and a bowl of popcorn had been her company. And as she watched the screen and silently wondered what the colors were Brandon just barged into the room. Catelyn had to use all her control so that she wouldn’t scream, hells, was her heart still beating?

“You can’t do that!” she said angrily. “I’ve told you to at least knock before you come in!”

“Sorry, babe” he said and grinned.

He was very pretty. Even in black and white he was handsome. She was so lucky to be his girlfriend, she was reminded almost every day. And he made her laugh, he made her feel so good. But she still saw no colors. Maybe there was something wrong with her, maybe she wasn’t able to see colors because she wasn’t normal. Brandon was her soulmate, why couldn’t she see what color his shirt was? Would she live the rest go her life in black and white?

“It’s fine” she said and smiled.

He sat down next to her on the sofa and laid an arm around her. She leaned against him, felt the disappointment fill her. No colors that time either. Just more black and white. She hated black and white. She was so tired of them.

“Cat, I want you to meet my family” Brandon said suddenly.

“Oh, uhm... I would love to meet your family.”

The question had caught her off guard. She didn’t feel like Brandon really was the guy to take a girl to meet his family. But she was his soulmate, of course he wanted them to meet his soulmate.

“My parents invited us over for dinner tomorrow. My siblings will be there too” he said.

“Great!”

She tried to be cheerful, tried to be happy about that Brandon wanted her to meet his family. But she only felt terrified. Once she had met his family it would be so official. It would really be them. Maybe for the rest of her life. What if she never saw colors because she didn’t love him enough? Was it her own fault that she couldn’t see colors? She had to stop thinking, her thoughts were spiraling out of control. She was just going to meet Brandon’s parents, and it would be fine. It would be nice to meet his parents.

“You don’t need to worry” Brandon laughed. “They’re very nice, I promise.”

“I’m sure they are.”

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Brandon talked non-stop the whole ride to his parents’s house, so Catelyn didn’t have to. And it was honestly quite nice, she was so nervous that she didn’t know if she would be able to get out words. The feeling got even worse when they stopped the car outside a big house on a quite nice street. And when they walked up to the door and Brandon rang the doorbell she almost told him that she was feeling sick and that he had to drive her home again. She wasn’t ready to have dinner with his family, but she had came too long to call it quits, she had to follow through. And even though she believed that it couldn’t get any worse it did in a way get worse when the door opened.

He didn’t look a lot like Brandon. He was shorter, his face was plainer. But she had never felt a feeling more wonderful than the feeling that filled her when he met her eyes. His eyes were grey, but not like grey had looked like before, it was a new grey, a prettier grey. And his hair was brown and hung down ot his shoulders. She didn’t know how she knew that that color was brown, she just knew. The flannel shirt he wore over a plain white shirt was blue. Blue was a very pretty color, she realized. She really liked blue, but not as much as she liked the shade of grey on the man’s eyes. It was beautiful. And to Catelyn the man was beautiful.

She stumbled backwards a step and drew in a sharp breath, but didn’t look away from the man in the doorway. She didn’t know if she was able to. And he stared back at her, his lips slightly parted. Did he see colors for the first time ever too? Or was he just weirded out by how she stared at him? Was that man her soulmate? Was she his soulmate? Had she just been living a lie? What was happening to her?

“Have you met before?” Brandon asked confused after a moment of silence.

“Uhm, no” Catelyn said and shook her head slightly as she tried to get herself back together.

When she looked at Brandon she saw that his hair was the same shade of brown as the man in the doorway’s. But his eyes were a different grey. She liked the other shade of grey better. Why? Didn’t she love Brandon? She did, she knew that she loved Brandon. She didn’t even know the man in the doorway. But she had met his eyes and suddenly she saw all the colors of the world.

The man in the doorway, the man who seemed to be her soulmate, held out a hand towards her.

“My name is Ned” he said.

Ned. Brandon had not talked much about him. They were very different, from what she had understood.

She smiled.

“I'm Catelyn” she said and shook his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

His hand was very warm and suddenly Catelyn became aware of how cold her hands were.

“The pleasure is all mine” he replied.

His voice is quiet, but shocked. He must have had the same experience as she had just had. He must have looked into her eyes and suddenly seen what color they were. What were they going to do? What was she supposed to say? She had met her soulmate, but there was a little problem. Her soulmate was her boyfriend’s brother. And she had told Brandon that she saw colors because of him, as far as he knew she had been seeing colors for months. Holy fuck, she was in a messy situation, there were no doubts about that. In some way she had to break up with Brandon, despite being Brandon’s soulmate, he had told her that she was his soulmate. But he wasn’t hers. How did that even work? Had the universe just screwed Brandon over? Well, in some way she had to talk to Ned. She would have to figure out a way to talk to him without Brandon around. Because he was the person that Catelyn was supposed to spend her life with, not Brandon.

“Come in” Ned said and stepped aside so that Catelyn and Brandon could go inside.

Catelyn glanced at Ned as she walked past him and their eyes locked once more. She quickly looked away, didn’t know what to do or how to feel. Fucking hell, what was she going to do?

Ned

Brandon was bringing another girl home to meet them. Ned had stopped caring a couple of ones back, no one lasted. Every time his mother insisted on that the one would come eventually, that one day Brandon would bring home his future wife. As if he didn’t know that the girls he was bringing were not his soulmates. You knew when you met your soulmate, not even Brandon would be stupid enough to not realize the difference between black and white and colors. Brandon knew fully well that he was just taking a girl home despite the fact that their relationship wouldn’t last. Ned had promised himself that he wouldn’t let his family meet anyone until it was his soulmate. Until he had met the girl that made him see colors. Because Ned’s world was miserably black and white.

The doorbell rang, but no one opened the door. So that fell on Ned. He walked out into the hall and opened the door. Outside was Brandon and next to him stood a woman. He met the woman’s eyes.

And suddenly he saw that they were blue. It was the only color Ned had ever seen, but he immediately knew that it was the most beautiful color in the world. He changed his mind a second later though, when he saw her hair. He decided that that red was the most beautiful color in the world. Or maybe it was the shade of pink on her lips. Perhaps it was the slight blush on her cheeks from the cold. In the end he decided that blue was the prettiest color, the blue of her eyes. She was beautiful. And his brother’s girlfriend. And Ned’s soulmate. Oh fuck.

She stumbled backward and inhaled sharply, but she still looked at him. And he looked at her, couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. The shock on her face was as clear as day. Was she seeing colors for the first time too? Was he her soulmate?

“Have you met before?” Brandon asked and looked at the woman.

Ned believed that he would have known if he had met the woman before.

“Uhm, no” the woman said and shook her head.

She looked up at Brandon as if she was seeing him for the first time all over again. Well, if she had experienced the same thing as Ned had, she was in a way seeing Brandon for the first time. Was she amazed by how handsome Brandon was? Was she disappointed by that Ned was her soulmate? He knew that he wasn’t as handsome as Brandon, nor as charming. Brandon had always been the one to get all the girls. Ned would have understood if the woman was disappointed by that Ned was the person she was supposed to spend her life with. Was Ned even her soulmate? He had to be, because she was his. And she wouldn’t have reacted so much by just seeing a new person, would she? Maybe it was a good idea to ask for her name, introduce himself.

“My name is Ned” he said and stretched out a hand towards her.

She smiled. A smile so beautiful that it put the stars to shame.

“I’m Catelyn” she said and shook his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Her hand was so cold that Ned almost got a second shock. How was it even possible to have that cold hands?

“The pleasure is all mine” he heard himself say.

He had never known a greater pleasure than seeing Catelyn. The feeling when their eyes had met, it was the best thing Ned had ever felt. And he didn’t even know Catelyn. Was he supposed to say something more? He would have to do something eventually. But what? Catelyn was his soulmate, but she was together with Brandon. How was Ned going to talk with her about what had just happened when Brandon was there? They couldn’t talk with Brandon around. But she would leave after the dinner, together with Brandon. Maybe he would never see her again, he didn’t know a thing about her. He couldn’t just let her go, she was the person that Ned was supposed to spend his life together with.

“Come in” he said and stepped aside so that they could come inside.

That was all he could think of. He had to let them inside, he would have to work something out during the evening.

When Catelyn walked past him their eyes met again and he was once more struck by how beautiful they were. But she quickly looked away again, as if though she had been burned. Did she hate it? Would she rather see everything in black and white than in colors because of Ned. He knew that he was probably ridiculous, why would Catelyn hate him? They didn’t even know each other. It was just that why would any woman want him when she could have Brandon? Everyone had always preferred Brandon.

He closed the door and watched silently as Brandon and Catelyn took of their jackets and shoes. Brandon got finished quicker than Catelyn and he immediately walked out into the living room. Ned was about to follow him when Catelyn grabbed his arm. Her long fingers were so cold that he could feel it through his clothes, the poor woman.

“The same thing just happened to us, right?” she said in a low voice.

When he looked at her his words got stuck in his throat. She was so breathtakingly beautiful. Why would she ever want someone so average as Ned?

“I think so” he managed to say after a few seconds.

“Well, how are we going to do this?”

Her eyes never wavered from his, she looked straight at him.

“’This’?” he asked confused.

“We are soulmates.”

“But you are dating my brother” Ned said.

“That’s a bit of a problem, isn’t it?” she said. “It would be good to talk in private.”

“Yes” he agreed.

She let go of his arm, walked over to her bag and searched it for a moment. Then she fished out a pen and a receipt. She quickly scribbled something down on the receipt and handed it to him.

“Text me” she said and smiled.

Then she followed Brandon without looking back at Ned. He looked down at the receipt and saw a phone number. She had told him to text her. She couldn't dislike the whole situation too much then, could she? If she wanted to talk with him alone. And she had smiled at him. Ned’s heart fluttered when he thought of it. Maybe everything would turn out fine in the end after all.

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#ned stark #catelyn stark #catelyn tully #ned x cat #brandon stark #catelyn x brandon #soulmate au #asoiaf #got

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I'm not sure if youre okay with these kinds of requests so if you don't wanna write it its okay! And I'm sorry if you're uncomfortable with it and I just don't know but, would you write a scenario about how Bokuto, Akaashi, and Iwaizumi would react to finding out their fem s/o has self harm scars? Like they're healed and she's recovered but she still has a lot of the old scars and she's insecure about them and trying to hide them from him?

of course this is a sensitive topic - but i relate to this situation all too well, so i honestly wanted to write about it. cuz yaknow, i write about my struggles, it’s kind of my thing.

*** TRIGGER WARNING *** for mentions of self harm/scars - but there are no descriptions of the act, nor any direct references to doing it. it is not graphic, there are only mentions.

please, if reading these scenarios could be triggering for you, skip out on them. just in case:

here’s a link to a happier scenario, a funnier scenario, a sweet scenario, and a long read if you just need a distraction.

i try to keep my blog a safe space, and if you’re struggling with a similar situation, i’m rooting for you. never be afraid to reach out to a friend, a family member, or even me for support.

thank you for requesting! and again, remember, i’m rooting for you. the scenarios are all under “keep reading.”

akaashi keiji

Well, you knew this would happen eventually. You had gotten out of it so many times before that you used up every excuse in the book. So by now, your friends and your boyfriend wouldn’t let you get out of it.

You had a hard time swimming - wearing a swimsuit only induced your anxieties. It felt like everyone was watching you - everyone could see the proof of you past struggles carved on your skin.

You weren’t ashamed of your scars - in fact, most of the time you forgot that you even had them. By now, you had come to terms with them.

But you couldn’t handle the probing questions that were thrown at you - rather, the possibility of the questions. You’d never let other people see them, so they couldn’t even get the chance to stare, to wonder, to judge.

While you stood in front of the mirror, wearing the swimsuit your boyfriend bought for you, you couldn’t stop thinking about the questions your friends would ask you.

What happened to you?

Why would you do that to yourself?

How’d you do it?

Why would you show those off?

You were terrified. You couldn’t handle the looks, much less the judgement.

But Akaashi was waiting outside the door, waiting for you to step out and show him your bathing suit. You were sure he was expecting to see a sight he’d like; to see a girl who was excited to spend time with him and his friends. But it was the opposite.

Still - he was the only one whose judgement you didn’t fear. And right now, you needed his support more than anything.

“Keiji,” you called, and he replied immediately.

“Yeah?”

With a towel wrapped around your body, you said, “Can you come in here?”

He opened the door slowly and greeted you with a smile, despite your teary eyes.

“I can’t go.”

“Why not? Let’s talk it out, kitten, what’s bothering you?”

You shook your head, “I just - I don’t want anyone to see.”

“I’m sure you look amazing,” he replied, his sweet smile never faltering. You appreciated it, but your nerves were still running rampid.

“Can I show you?” you asked him, holding onto the towel as if it was your lifeline.

“Yeah, of course.”

You definitely took your time taking the towel off. You wanted to warn him but you couldn’t find your voice - instead, you just let the towel fall to the ground.

He didn’t reply immediately - he looked you up and down, genuinely enjoying the sight, while you didn’t let yourself look at him.

“You look perfect,” he told you, sliding his hand into yours. “I understand why you’re hesitant, though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “But they… your scars, I mean - they look fine, kitten. I’m sure none of our friends will give them a second glance.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, shaking your head. “They’re going to ask so many questions -”

“Well, if they do, just let me handle it for you, okay? And I’ll just tell them the truth,” he wrapped his arms around your waist before continuing. “That our Edward Scissorhands roleplay gets gruesome.”

Both of you laughed, immediately lifting your mood.

“Will you really tell them that?”

“I’ll tell them whatever you want me to,” he replied. “But you - you don’t have to tell them a thing. I’ll make sure you can have fun, alright?”

Without Keiji by your side, you’d never be able to even think about leaving that room wearing a swimsuit. But it’s because of him that you found the courage to do it - and you were determined to have a good time, despite your scars.

bokuto koutaro

It was so intense - Bokuto’s body felt quite heavy on top of yours, and you were feeling every inch of him. From his tongue in your mouth to your hands in his shirt to his entire lower half pressed firmly against yours - there was nothing else on your mind but him.

So much so that you couldn’t remember to tell him to turn off the light - hell, you didn’t even remember that there were things you didn’t want him to see.

It wasn’t until he had already stripped you of everything, when you felt the cool air hit your thighs, that you remembered those lines embedded on your skin - those embarrassing reminders of who you used to be.

“Koutarou -”

And usually you wouldn’t even care to let someone see them. You’ve had one night stands and it didn’t matter to you whether or not those guys saw your skin so up close. You’d wear shorts during summer and show them off to any stranger walking by - because none of those people mattered.

But the man who was hovering over you, who was kissing you and stripping you and pleasuring you, you loved him. Your entire body craved his touch, your heart yearned for his love, your soul was hell bent on being entwined with his.

Would this take him away? Would your god awful past scare him off, would your old habits come back to haunt you?

You grabbed his face and held it in place above yours and hoped he didn’t see - you were praying, as his beautiful eyes were staring at yours, that he wasn’t able to catch a glance.

But you knew. From the way his golden eyes were becoming so glossy, you could tell.

“Are those… what I think they are?”

“Koutarou…”

It was over. The love you shared with this beautiful man was going to be taken away - he finally saw you. The broken parts of you. And you were sure - no, you were positive - that someone as absolutely perfect as the man you so luckily fell in love with did not deserve someone broken and scarred and haunted.

Your hands still rested on his cheeks, and right as you were about to drop them - to let him pull away from you - his face dropped to your neck.

“Thank god,” he sighed. “I’m so happy.”

Immediately your eyebrows drew together. “What?”

“No, wait - I didn’t mean it like that! Hold on, um…”

He fumbled to pull his shorts off, trying to stand up and take off the garment at the same time. And when he successfully did those things, the only thing you saw was the outline of something big in his tight underwear - is this what he’s trying to show you?

With a deep breath he hooked his thumbs into his underwear and pulled them down, low enough to reveal his hips.

And what you saw was something you never expected to see on him.

“I was scared you’d react like my last girlfriend… and the one before that…”

Decorating his hips were messy white lines - jagged, rough, prominent. They were much like your own.

“You… you understand, don’t you?”

If you didn’t know the struggle with self harm as well as you did, you would’ve called this a heartbreaking sight. Even still, your eyes wanted to tear up.

When you nodded, he took his place hovering over you again.

“I knew you would,” he said with a smile. “I’m so glad you understand - and I understand, too. I love you - I love you so much, Y/N.”

Even after seeing that part of him, you believed he was perfect. Everything about Bokuto was perfect to you, those unfortunate scars included. And it dawned on you that it was possible - in fact, it was very likely - that he saw you in the same way.

“I love you too, Kou.”

iwaizumi hajime

“Can I… talk to you?”

“Mhm, sure,” Iwaizumi replied. He didn’t look up from the textbook he was reading, though - maybe your nerves weren’t all that evident in your voice.

So now’s your chance to back out - but if you don’t do this now, you never would.

“…Iwa?”

He heard you that time - really heard you. You could tell from the way his eyes immediately darted up to you.

The boy moved from his seat at his desk to his bed where you sat, and he made himself comfortable sitting in front of you. He tried to take your hand into his, but you quickly crossed your arms over your chest.

He realized that something may actually be wrong - he knows you guys haven’t been dating for very long, but the last month has been filled with the best days of his life because of you. And Iwaizumi was sure he hadn’t done something wrong - at least, he thought he was sure.

But rather than spiraling into his anxieties, he would much rather hear you out.

You were trying your hardest to make this a casual conversation - according to all the research you’d been doing, you decided that was the best for you. You didn’t want to make this a big deal because it wasn’t one - not to you, anyway. You hoped Hajime wouldn’t see it as a big deal, either.

So you gave him a forced smile, hoping to lighten the mood and make this feel easier for you. But it didn’t help all that much.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I just wanted to tell you about something.”

“Okay, well. Tell me.”

He sat with criss-crossed legs to mimic the way you sat, letting his hands rest on your knees.

“Take your time, baby.”

“Okay, so…”

You took a deep breath, remembering what all the articles and reddit threads said.

“So, remember, um… a few nights ago, when we were in your car and… and we were making out and then we… you know…”

“…yeah, I remember,” he replied, his face flushed. “That was okay, right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded. “But… So, I know that we’ll… probably go farther, right? Like… more than just touching over our clothes?”

“Hopefully… what are you getting at, babe?”

“I just - I want to tell you now, so that you aren’t… surprised, you know, when we finally… I dunno, do more…”

How should you word this? Are you going to scare him off? Is he even going to care?

“It’s just, a while ago I was going through some things and… and I didn’t have the best way of coping with it… so I have a lot of scars. A-And I’m okay now! I don’t… do that anymore, so you shouldn’t worry - I don’t want you to worry - I’ll just… feel better if I tell you.”

“Okay… is that all you have to say, babe?”

You swallowed hard and finally mustered up the courage to look at him as you nodded.

“Okay, well… you know it’s okay, right? I don’t mind your scars or anything like that - they’re apart of you, and I like everything about you. I’m really glad you told me.”

You knew he’d be understanding - but to hear him say that made you feel so validated and comfortable.

“I’m glad I told you, too.”

#trigger warning #mentions of self harm #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou #iwaizumi hajime #akaashi keiji x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader

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kayleebreanne09 · 4 years

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I feel so sad!

John b x reader. With a little bit of ex Rafe x reader.

So I was listening to the song You should be sad by Halsey. I’m lowkey obsessed with it & I immediately thought about this blurb idea. So the reader was with Rafe, they had a really toxic relationship & she ran away. John b saves her & puts her back together. Obviously Halsey wrote this amazing song but just for the sake of the fic, the (Y/n) character writes it. Alright I hope y’all like this because it was really fun to write. Love yall💜

It’d been 3 months since you’d ran away from everything kook related. 3 months that a certain messy haired brunette pogue had spent trying to piece your heart back together. 3 months since you ended the most toxic relationship you’ve ever had in your life. You sat on the log, curled up against John B in front of the nightly fire y’all had at the chateau. On your other side was Kie, smiling happily at you, & across the fire, JJ & Pope goofed off. These were your people now. They’d put you back together when it seemed impossible that all the pieces would ever fit right again. JJ made some stupid joke & everyone just groaned but I couldn’t help but laugh. He jumped up & ran over to me to high five me! He threw his hand up in the air a little too close to me & my body automatically flinched. My heart started to race & my vision started to go fuzzy. I ran inside, desperately trying to get air into my lungs. I raced into the bathroom, jumping in the shower & turning the water on. I sank to the floor of the shower, all my clothes still on. I sat there with my knees up to my chest & my arms curled around them, trying to keep myself from breaking. I heard footsteps & a deep sigh that I knew belonged to my boyfriend. I felt John B step into the shower behind me, sitting down with his legs on either side of me & leaning up so his head was resting on my back. “Baby, breathe. You are safe. You aren’t with Rafe anymore, no one will ever touch you again. I will always protect you” he whispered slowly drawing words on my back. He sat there drawing random shapes as the water soaked ya both. “Let’s play a game...guess what I’m writing” he then drew what felt like 12 letters. “J” I guessed for the first letter. “Yes!” He replied...we went on like that until I figured it out. “JJ is a dumbass? Really John B?” I let out a small laugh. “Okay next one” John B said as he started drawing his fingertip along the sopping wet back of my shirt. “I love you” I guessed once he’d finished the last letter. He pulled me back against him & I felt some of the tension leave my body. “Yes. & I’ll never stop loving you. I will always be the best I can for you, I’ll never let you go through what you went through before” he stated, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “I love you John B. So much” I said turning & giving him a long kiss, hoping that he could feel just how much I needed him.

The next day, I was sitting on the kitchen counter watching John B make pancakes. My gaze kept drifting out the window to the calm water. Last night had stirred up some memories that were hard to deal with. Poor John B had been up half the night trying to soothe me back to sleep from my stupid nightmares. “Hey babe” John b said pulling my attention back to him. “Yeah baby, what’s up?” I asked smiling at him. “If you’re getting overwhelmed with stuff from the past, maybe you should write about it” he offered, looking back to the pan to flip the pancake. John b knew that I loved writing. It helped me get everything out. I wouldn’t call myself a song writer but I did love taking things that I’d been through & putting them into lyrics that maybe other people could relate to. If I could just help one person get through something, it’d be making a difference & that was all that I wanted. I jumped down & went to hug him from the back. I rested my head against his warm skin & just enjoyed the feeling of having John B in my arms. “That’s a good idea!” I said pressing a quick kiss to his back. “Good! Because I already texted Kie & she’s bringing her ukulele over to help” he said spinning around & swatting me on the butt with the spatula. I stood on my tip toes & pressed my lips to his as he pulled me into him. “You really are the best” I breathed out.

Kie & I sat in the hammock together, legs intertwined. She had her ukulele in her lap & I had my lyric book in mine. She reached over & pulled my pencil from behind my ear, & slid it into my hand. “Get to writing sister, I need to hear what these lyrics sound like before I can come up with a melody. Also, I’m sorry about JJ last night. He didn’t know your history with Rafe & pope chewed his ass pretty good about it.” She said as she laughed loudly. “It’s fine Kie. I just, I know what I want to say...I guess it’s just putting it into actual words is hard. Like I’m not conflicted, I’m 100% over Rafe, I just feel like none of his friends will tell him the truth. They won’t tell him that he’s turned into this monster & I feel like maybe if someone would just be honest with him, maybe he could change & find happiness in his life like I have with John B” I smiled toward the dock where John B was cleaning out the HMS Pogue. “Start there then!” Kie replied. & I did. My mind drifted back...

“Rafe, you’ve got to stop with the drugs. I can help you! You aren’t you anymo-“ I was cut off my his hand grabbing my throat & shoving me back against the wall. “Don’t tell me what I’ve got to do bitch” he snarled. His eyes were dark & pupils so dilated that I didnt even see the man that I’d grown to care about anymore. “I NEED the money, the drugs, the nice cars...I don’t need you. So you better watch the way you’re talking to me” he said, finally releasing my throat. I sank to the floor rubbing my neck where I knew bruises would form later. I took a deep breath & stood up. “I won’t do this anymore. You’ve broken me enough. You are toxic & I’m done. I’m gone & don’t you dare try to find me” I took one final look at the monster he’d become & walked away.

Kie watched as I stared off, my eyes tearing up. I felt her grab my hand & squeeze, just letting me know she was there. “I know what to write!” I said quickly scribbling down everything I wanted to say.

“I wanna start this out and say

I gotta get it off my chest

Got no anger, got no malice

Just a little bit of regret

Know nobody else will tell you

So there's some things I gotta say

Gonna jot it down and then get it out

And then I'll be on my way

No, you're not half the man you think that you are

And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs and cars

I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you

'Cause you can't love nothin' unless there's somethin' in it for you

Oh, I feel so sorry

I feel so sad

I tried to help you

It just made you mad

And I had no warnin'

About who you are

I'm just glad I made it out without breakin' down

And then ran so fuckin' far

That you would never ever touch me again

Won't see your alligator tears

'Cause, no, I've had enough…”

Kie leaned over eyes scanning over what I’d written. “(Y/N) this is good. No, it’s amazing. I mean, I don’t even know what to say” she said hugging me tightly. “Thanks for always being there Kie” I said, leaning my head on her shoulder as the hug ended. “Now let’s get to work on this melody!”

A month passed & id been hired to play at midsummers. JJ had heard the song Kie & I came up with at the chateau & while working one day, he heard about talent tryouts to play at midsummers. He relayed the message & Kie & I went & tried out. Apparently they liked us because we were one of the acts that were hired to play. Everything went so fast & suddenly, it was a couple hours before midsummers was supposed to start. I stood in John B’s room, sliding on the dress that I’d gotten. It was a deep vneck off white dress with silver beading. John B walked in & wrapped his arms around me, looking at our reflection in the mirror. “You are so beautiful baby. You are going to be amazing tonight” I smiled at his reflection. “Are you sure you & JJ can pull off sneaking in as waiters?” I questioned. “Of course sweetheart, we are total badassea at going incognito” he said smirking. I turned around, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Good. I don’t think I could get through tonight without you” I whispered. He leaned down & brought his lips to mine. “You’ll never have to go through anything without me” he said squeezing my hips, pulling me closer to him & refusing to let me go until it was time to leave.

The lights facing the stage were blinding. I felt way too many eyes on me & way too many kooks judging me. Kie nudged my arm, smiling over at me & started to play. I put every ounce of emotion that I had into that performance. All the sadness from an ended relationship, & all the hope that I had that one day Rafe would find happiness. He & I were never meant to be, I understood that now. I just wanted him to get the help he needed. A single tear slipped down my face as I sang the last line. I wiped it away, grabbing Kies hand & bowing as the crowd cheered. I scanned the crowd to see Pope, JJ, & John B cheering in the back! “That’s my girl!” John b hollered. Security saw him & started making their way over. “Shit. Come on guys! Mandatory pogue meeting at the chateau!” JJ yelled. Kie ran to JJ as he spun her around & she then threw her arms around JJ & Pope. “Cmon baby!” John b yelled. I yanked up the bottom of my dress, kicked off my heels, grabbing them off the ground & took off running....Launching myself into his waiting arms. He kissed me long & hard. “Time to go!” He said pulling my hand & dancing away right as the pissed off security guard dove at us. I threw my head back laughing as John B bent down & I jumped on his back. He carried me all the way to the waiting HMS Pogue & we all rode off into the night.

Rafe stood in silence staring after the girl he had lost. He knew he’d done everything wrong in the relationship. Maybe she was right. Maybe the drugs couldn’t fill the hole he had inside. He decided then & there that he would get clean. He would fix things with his dad. He finally had closure, & maybe one day, he would find the love that he knew she had found.

#outer banks #the outer banks #obx netflix #rafe cameron #rafe obx #john b #john b routledge #john b fanfic #john b fanfiction #john b obx #john booker routledge #john b x reader #john b imagine #Spotify

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pbandjesse · 5 years

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My back is really hurty right now but today was a really nice day. Just long and rainy.

I was very tired last night. I'm very tired today. But it's all right. I slept okay last night. I woke up with James's alarm around 6 and fell back asleep until 7. He was gone when I woke up. He had gone to his parents house to get the car to get the last couple things for my other apartment. The plan now is for me to go on Saturday and Sunday and clean. Trying to make it as nice as possible. Then we will go in with are U-Haul when he has a day off. And get my bed and my bookshelf. I'm still stressed out about it all but it's fine. I think I'm going to bring some cleaning stuff and trash bags and things like that over this weekend. Try to just do as much as possible.

I felt okay when I got up. It wasn't thrilled about being awake. Are going to work but I had some positive feelings for the guy. Last night at around 10 p.m. Tiffany called me and asked if I would feel okay leading the older kids science class. And honestly that's what I thought we were doing from the beginning so I was fine with that. I left here around 7:40 and went down to the bus stop.

I got to work at 8:15 and went upstairs and sorry it's setting things up. My fabric was missing but I found it underneath I dropped off. No idea why it was there. It's all good. Set up and then I went to talk to Edina about changing the stem project. And then I went to go talk to Tiffany about the schedule. Because one of the reasons I am leaving stem is so that a Dina can see how the project should go. So having her do stem first doesn't make any sense.

But after some phone calls and stuff we were able to work that out and I got the schedule and I want it. My art is the same. Then we have reading lunch and recess. And then I go to stem with the older kids. While the little kids go to book arts. And then the little kids come to stem and then the older kids go to book Arts. And that worked really well. Today was so much more chill than it has been and it was great.

I set up some stuff for science. Mixed up watercolor paint in bottles. Made some examples. We were doing sneeze art. And it was very silly. But we started the day with some annoyances because I am very much all about organized chaos. And one of my kids ask to go to the bathroom while we were at breakfast and I told him to go ahead and he ran out the door like a first grader will do. And the new principal admonished me and Marcus for not watching our kids. And it was just very rude and the very first interaction I've ever had with this woman who has not introduced yourself to us yet. So I just felt some kind of way. But whatever. Hopefully she can redeem herself to me because so far is not looking good.

But besides that today was great. We went upstairs we did yoga. I did yoga with the little kids first and then went did with the big kids. With the big kids they also introduce some of my ballet stretches and that was really fun. Getting them to use their brains a little bit. Not all of them are participating but the ones that are I can tell her having a good time.

Art went really well. I was worried about Jeremiah for a while because he just did not understand that he was moving from beading to Patches. But really that was because yesterday he didn't actually do beading because he kept spilling the beads all over the place. But that's fine. He ended up sitting with our youth worker Trinity and he drew these little characters that he likes on a patch that we've been hot glued on. I was so proud of him I took that picture up there with him smiling all big. So sweet. I just wish that he would stop whining. That's my only thing that I cannot stand. We're working on it though.

Reading was great. We drew pictures on the computers of a book we've read recently. I drew some stuff from Flowers for Algernon. And then we talked about them and we had to have some conversations about critique and how you talk about other people's work. Even if you don't like it. You have to be kind. I doubt with some little kid tears but everything was okay. We were having fun.

Lunch and recess we're fine. I think I'm supposed to be having my break during recess now but that's very early for me and I don't want to have my break then so I just didn't. I stayed outside and just chilled. Then we went inside for stem.

It was very confusing for the kids because they had to go into a different room that they've been used to for the last 2 weeks. But we got everybody in the right place and then I had to take it sit down and I kind of gave them a mini introduction on myself and explain what we were going to do and my expectations for them. That if they did the project they would get free time. It's an incentive and honestly they need it. It's summer camp it's not school they should be able to have free time. Especially because I just read that article last night about how not having free play and free time outside of a structured adult activity is really detrimental for your kids and their ability to self soothe and self direct. They need to be able to learn how to do that. So it's very important for me to figure out places in the day where they can have that.

And it worked out really well. They were loud. And they weren't always listening but we explained the project. We talked about how you sneeze at a hundred miles an hour and you cough at 50 miles an hour. And then we got our watercolor paper and are smocks and we went outside.

For both classes it works very well. But the little kids were actually better at it because Miss Adina only left a little kids Spritz their paper twice. And I let the big kids do it as much as they wanted. So some of the big kids ones fell apart because they were so wet. But they were having a really good time and they were color mixing and they were being messy and exploring the medium. And they were learning but it wasn't like a lot. It was just fun. And that's what I wanted. You're outside and it's too hot and so after about 15 minutes we went back in.

We all later artwork down put her smokes away I check back in with them make sure they understood the two facts that I thought them. And then I told them guys you did the project you get 20 minutes of free time. So they got their laptops out and they got their phones out and they were having a good old time. And then at the end we close the laptops and cleaned up and they said thank you Miss Jessie and they headed out. It was so much smoother than every other day I have experience seeing the older kids. It was great. I hope that we can keep that momentum.

For the second half. When I had two little kids do it. I stepped back. I let Adina handle that. I only said a couple things. They all were smocks. They got four colors instead of six colors. Mr. Marcus was there to help. We went outside and we all did our thing. The kids work was much nicer than the older kids. They weren't as wet. You actually saw the spray pattern. It was good. Had them bring them all upstairs we laid them out too dry. I'm going to hang them up tomorrow probably. And then we went in. We watched a video and it was nice. I had a good day.

We finish up the day with some snacks and some hanging out on our yoga mats. Took the ball downstairs to go home. Hung out on the hill until everyone was picked up. And I was able to leave at like 3:45.

The bus took a little while and it was really hot out. Just so heavy and humid. And that's because rain was coming. When I was getting off the bus it wasn't raining at. And when I got to my bike it wasn't raining yet. But about two blocks down the street it was starting to rain. At first it was just light. And I thought I would be able to make it home. But then it started to pour. Just absolutely downpouring on me. It felt nice but there was lightning and a lot of wind. The few other people I saw outside trying to get stuff together and run in for looking at me with the same Panic I'm sure was on my face. I was soaked to the skin. But it was just funny at that point. There was nothing else I could do so I just went upstairs and told James to take my off of the day photo. Because it was funny. And then I took a shower.

James to pick up pizza for dinner. He seeing Hamilton with his parents and sister tonight. Which is great because it's the anniversary of the Duel at Weehawken. That's amazing. I don't know if it was on purpose but it's great. So he hung out with me for an hour and then went to go have dinner with them. And I've just been hanging out at home.

I worked on my Furby project for a little while. I've been watching videos and playing with sweetpea. Sweetpea loves pipe cleaners so he was very excited about those. I painted my toenails and now I think I'm going to get up and maybe go do something but I have no idea what my eyebrows? Play with my makeup? Who knows!

Tomorrow is the last day of camp for the week. 5 days is very hard. I do not like working 8 hours. I love my job it's very easy. But it is still a lot. I don't think I was built to work eight hours a day. I am a baby. But it's going to be a good day. I'm slightly concerned about the project tomorrow because I'm not positive we have the right materials for it. But still going to be fun. And then me and James are going to go see to Apartments. It was nice. But they're both of Mount Vernon and we're both really kind of committed to moving to Bolton Hill now. So we'll see what happens we'll make it work. I'm excited to see places because it gives us some good perspective of what the other wants. We both are pretty sure we want the same things and we know what the other one likes but it's still fun. Even if we're not going to rent these ones.

Hope you guys all have a good night. I'm sending you all Good Vibes through the universe. Sleep well. Be safe. Try not to get rained on.

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Rio & Buster

Rio: [Picture of messy Nancy] Buster: Fuck's sake Buster: Is this gonna be my fault too, like? Rio: Nah Rio: Sure she could make a case but School is stressing her, got that info 'fore we got here so you're good Rio: How's your evening going, like Buster: Being hungover's really gonna help her ace all those classes but whatever Buster: I'll be the boring twin for the night again Rio: It's alright, we got it sorted before we went out Rio: she's helping me get my CV out Buster: Yeah? Buster: Proud of you, babe Rio: Maybe I'll work at the gay club, keep an eye on her Buster: The way she's going, someone needs to Buster: Maybe get off my back mum, you know Rio: She reckons the teachers don't really help her out now, since you know Rio: Idk if I should tell your Ma or if Nance will flip if I do Rio: I've told her to ask the others for help more Buster: We should tell her, she thinks she's failed me so she can claw some good parent points back Buster: But yeah, be careful 'cause Nance might not appreciate it as much as mum will Rio: Why does she think that? Buster: 'Cause I had to tell her how unhappy I was, you know, before Buster: So she'd cut us some slack now Rio: Ahh Rio: Yeah, imagine she wasn't buzzing to hear that Rio: I think Nance was okay but she wants to talk to you Buster: You're not wrong Buster: Well, I'll await the drunk texts then Buster: Always fun Rio: Yeah, leave it 'til she's sobered up and make her accountable, like Buster: Yeah Buster: So how drunk are you? Rio: Not even! Rio: How rude Rio: professional Buster: Just checking Rio: 😒 Rio: No faith, honestly Buster: Nance drives the best of us to join her drinking, that's all Rio: I mean, not being a nun about it Buster: Good to know Rio: Idk if I fuck with the vibe of this one anyway Rio: not to be a fussy bitch about it but you know Buster: You're a know-it-all that's your vibe, gotta trust it Buster: You'll find somewhere else Rio: Not that I can convince her to move on just yet Buster: It's like that then Buster: I see Rio: You know Rio: suppose I could leave her to it and pick her up like the 👵 I've become Buster: Ma life Buster: It don't sound like she'd mind though, so do what you want, babe Rio: 🙄 Rio: I'm bored Buster: Me too Buster: It's shit Rio: What are you doing Buster: I got talked into going to the literal worst house party I've ever been at Buster: I'm just gonna leave Rio: Ahh fun times Rio: People stop having house parties when you're out of school, which is weird because it's your house now like, you can do what you want Rio: is there not even decent booze to steal? poor boy Buster: 'Cause they're always shit and not worth the damage cunts are trying to cause to ease their boredom Buster: Nah, not even, I've got better at home, cheers Rio: True Rio: the shit Indie and her mates have wrecked Rio: and that's just 'cos they're clumsy stoners, like Rio: but we sound 100 this is ridiculous Buster: 😒 Buster: Is this what happens when you put a ring on it 'cause sorry, like Rio: Ugh, don't Rio: and we're getting carried away Rio: Gracie is sending me dress options and your sister basically wants her fee now, like Buster: Fuck that Buster: Forget carried away I'm about to run away from all their bullshit Rio: Yeah well take me with Rio: I'm the one fielding most of their bullshit IRL Buster: I'm sorry, babe Rio: It's alright Rio: They're just compensating for how weird it makes 'em feel but Rio: already over it Buster: At the start of this convo I was gonna say I wanna come home but Rio: Baby Rio: I miss it just being us Buster: I wish we could go somewhere else Buster: Fucking school Rio: I know Rio: least when exams start you do most at home right and just go in for the actual tests Buster: Giving me more time to miss you, like Rio: Nah, I mean Rio: we can work with that Rio: you can come here or I'll go there whatever Rio: I just need to get this flat situation sorted for Inds, she's staying 'round the house but it's not ideal Rio: especially when Eds comes back Buster: I can get a flat for you Buster: Probably not Drew's but a better one maybe Buster: Until then could you two not stay in the one over the pub? Rio: I don't actually know Rio: but I should ask Rio: I know the last student they had in there graduated but that was a while back now Buster: Hit up Granddad he'll never say no to you Rio: Worth a shot Rio: Got any other good ideas whilst we're here, babe? Buster: Always Buster: Get a drink first Buster: Catch up to me Rio: Long Island it is Rio: gotcha Buster: At least you ain't in Chelsea, could run through all your funds with a tab like that Buster: A tiny silver lining for you Rio: Is it? Rio: not even gonna buy me a drink now, okay 😜 Buster: I reckon that was another thing going in the vows Buster: 'Cause you hate it when I buy you shit Rio: Yeah I mean, exceptions to the rule though Rio: not trying to bankrupt myself Buster: I love you Rio: Love you idiot Buster: Cheers for looking so good it keeps me on your socials instead of my sister's Buster: That's another reason, like Rio: Yeah? Rio: Good to know you're still interested, like Buster: Good to know that my absence doesn't make you into a car crash, you know Buster: Save that for her Rio: Little harsh Rio: but don't think you need to take responsibility for it either Buster: Don't worry I wasn't Buster: I didn't break her heart like that Rio: Reality always gonna take that shot Buster: Anyway, bit rich to call me harsh when I bet she was saying worse about me Rio: You wanna know or? Rio: Should probably let you tell you herself Buster: I'm sure I'll hear it all firsthand tonight with no filter Rio: It wasn't that bad Rio: I just put her right on some things Buster: You're cute Buster: Defending my honor Rio: You're not mad? Buster: Why would I be? Rio: idk Rio: 'cos I'm emasculating you or some shit Buster: Shut up Buster: I like that you wanna speak up for me Rio: I'm glad you aren't mad Buster: It's hot, babe Buster: You are Rio: Shh Buster: Never Rio: I miss you Buster: I know Buster: I want you here Rio: I wish I was Buster: Me too Buster: I'd even rather be there and deal with the bullshit than be here without you Rio: Yeah? Rio: At least you can come when this kid finally shows Buster: Thank fuck Buster: Even my mum couldn't fault me there Rio: Be in the shit if you didn't put in an appearance Buster: Yeah, Ro loves me so much you can't dull the shine, babe Buster: I'm the fave Rio: Charming Rio: Only 'cos you're such a 🤓 Buster: You love it too Buster: Win, win Rio: 😒 Rio: Oh yeah, we'll bond over that Buster: 'Course Buster: You're welcome Rio: Truly who I want as my new BFF Rio: not got that old and boring, tah Buster: Glad to hear it Buster: As shit as it is to miss you I don't want you to change so I don't, like Rio: 😏 Yeah trapped now dickhead Buster: Charming Rio: 😂 you didn't wanna change me, like Buster: Yeah yeah Rio: Basically in the vows, soz Buster: It's fine, I'll write my own Rio: Uhmmm Rio: Slightly concerning Buster: Rude Rio: You want your ego stroked go to your Auntie babe Buster: I reckon she's a bit busy right now but I'll bear it in mind Rio: Is she tho Rio: we all waiting Buster: Always on the verge of that breakdown, takes time and a toll Rio: Oh my God Rio: speak of the devil, that was freaky Buster: What? Buster: Rio? Buster: Why am I talking to myself? What the fuck? Buster: Babe Buster: Come on Buster: You're freaking me out now Rio: Sorry, sorry Rio: That was a whole thing Rio: Drew was here Rio: first time I've seen him since, first time anyone has but Indie, like Buster: Are you okay? Rio: Yeah, I mean Rio: he was gross as ever but what's new Buster: What did he do? Rio: Nothing, like Rio: he's just always got chat ain't he Rio: though no one asked him Buster: Alright then what did he say? Rio: You're not going to be happy but she didn't hear him, like he wasn't saying it to her Rio: just some shit about being able to turn her, every straight boy ever Buster: Are you sure she didn't hear it Rio: Pretty sure, she was chatting to some girl at the time, like Rio: distracted anyway when he saw the ring Rio: that was fun Buster: Do you wanna go home? Buster: Nance will understand Rio: Fuck that Rio: Only here dealing anyway he's had to go off now, like Buster: Good Rio: How has he still not changed, like at all Rio: he didn't even ask about Indie Rio: or Ro or the baby or any of it Buster: He's a cunt Buster: He don't wanna change Buster: Or deal with any of it Buster: There's only one type of dealing he knows how to do, like Rio: Christ Rio: it almost makes you feel sorry for him Rio: what's it gonna take, man Buster: Maybe on his death bed when no fucker cares he'll have an epiphany Buster: I doubt the next stint in prison will do anything Buster: Are you gonna tell Indie you saw him? Rio: What's the point Rio: Poor bitch Rio: she don't need to know Buster: Yeah Buster: You're right Rio: It ain't giving her any false hope by not she still hates him Rio: but I don't need to drive home a point she already knows too well, like Buster: It's so fucked Rio: Yep Rio: and I'm the one feeling like the fucked up one Rio: thanks, Drew Buster: Fuck that Buster: Don't Rio: I'm trying Buster: I know, baby Buster: I'm sorry Rio: Not your fault Buster: But you shouldn't have to handle this on your own all the time Buster: I should be there Rio: It's nothing I can't handle Buster: Still Buster: I wanna handle him for you, the cunt Rio: So cute Buster: I'll find him when I'm back it won't be hard to do Rio: No you won't Rio: you'll be too busy Buster: Promises, promises Rio: You know you will, golden boy Buster: Fuck off Rio: Rude Buster: It ain't my fault you're not selling this Buster: Do you want me back or do you want me to run in the other direction from everyone else, like Rio: Sorry Rio: I'm being a bitch Buster: Don't say sorry Buster: Talk to me properly Rio: I don't know, I just feel gross Buster: Are you sure you don't wanna leave? Rio: I just want to be with you Buster: I know Buster: If you can get somewhere you can hear me, I'll call you Rio: Alright Rio: I feel like a party pooper Buster: Don't Buster: I wouldn't be faring any better if I saw that cunt out and about Buster: You know I wouldn't Rio: It's so stupid Rio: why do I even care Buster: It's not stupid Buster: He gets under your skin, he's always been good at it, with everyone Rio: Yeah Rio: Gotta be good at something right Buster: Exactly Buster: You know you'd tell me he ain't worth it, babe Rio: Yeah but what do I know Buster: Please Buster: You're a know-it-all and I love it Rio: Don't take the piss babe Buster: I ain't Rio: I have no idea what I'm doing Buster: Who the fuck does? Rio: At least you all have plans Buster: We have plans together, don't we? Rio: Yeah but I can't just piggyback off yours can I Buster: You won't be Buster: You can do anything you want Buster: When you decide what that is Rio: This is exhausting Rio: I should've finished School Buster: Shit that's worth having doesn't come easy, babe Buster: and you still can, if you want Rio: Well it'd be nice if it did Rio: just for a change, like Buster: You're telling me Rio: Fuck it Rio: I'm going somewhere else Buster: With Nance or without? Rio: She's busy Rio: I'll give her my location if she cares, like Buster: You can't say fairer than that Buster: Or do more, like Rio: Yeah Rio: she don't need a babysitter Rio: and not the job I'm after Buster: Where are you going? Rio: Not decided Rio: see where I end up Buster: Just try not to end up where he is again Buster: That's all I'm thinking Rio: Wow Rio: like I'm that stupid Buster: Calm down Rio: Nah you know what, I'll go back find him, see if he wanna get high again Rio: for fuck's sake Buster: How about you leave your attitude in this club and walk out Buster: Jesus Rio: Fuck off Buster: Don't take this out on me Rio: Go away then Buster: You're an idiot Buster: No Rio: I know, you've made it abundantly clear you think so Buster: Bullshit Rio: Whatever Rio: I don't wanna talk Buster: Stop doing this Rio: What Rio: Doing what Buster: Shutting me out Buster: It's shit that you couldn't keep avoiding Drew, fuck knows I wish you could, but how is giving me the silent treatment gonna help? Rio: Look, it ain't personal Rio: I don't want to think anymore Rio: I'm just gonna go get fucked up Buster: Fuck you Buster: It is personal 'cause I love you Rio: I know you do Buster: Just talk to me Buster: Let it go that way Rio: I've got nothing good to say Rio: everything is just Rio: not even shit Rio: just mind-numbingly meh Rio: I'm back in my childhood bedroom, for fuck's sake Buster: So do something about it Buster: That isn't getting fucked up Rio: I fucking am Rio: but I'm pissed off because I sank so much money into making his place decent and he's probably trashed it already Buster: Let's get it back then Buster: Or somewhere better Rio: How Rio: Ask him nice Rio: it's not like it's his Rio: it's done now but it just makes me realise how much time I've wasted Buster: It's not a waste Buster: You did it to help Indie Rio: Yeah well Buster: Yeah well nothing Buster: We'll figure this out Rio: You're being disgustingly optimistic, you knos Buster: Shut up Buster: Let me help you Rio: I'm just being dramatic Rio: must be catching Buster: Hilarious Buster: I've texted Granddad as soon as he texts me back I'll let you know Rio: Why have you done that Buster: To see if the flat's free, obviously Rio: I could've done that myself Buster: It's done Buster: If you want something to do make me a list of anything you actually want from Drew's so I can go get it when I'm back home Buster: I know they only got your bedroom shit, I remember you saying Rio: Why are you even bothering right now Rio: I've been nothing but a dick to you all night, never mind being useless with it Buster: Do you actually need me to answer that? Buster: Come on, Rio Rio: I'm sorry Rio: I'll do better Buster: Don't Buster: I don't want it or need it Buster: And you're allowed to have a bad night, especially after seeing him again Rio: What do you want or need Rio: salvage this night from being a total write-off, like Buster: You Buster: That's all Rio: You've got me Rio: I'm here now, honest Buster: Yeah? Buster: Good Rio: [Selfie] Rio: See? Buster: You look so fucking good Buster: I see that Rio: Send me one back Rio: I miss your face Buster: [selfie] Buster: Feel better? Rio: 😊 Yes Rio: You're so pretty Buster: You and me both, babe Buster: God, I miss you so much Rio: I miss you more Rio: defending you just made me realize how much I actually love you Buster: Well good, 'cause it'd be a bit awkward if you didn't at this point Rio: Shh I'm being sincere Buster: Carry on Rio: 😏 Rio: I don't know, think the moment's gone Buster: [Sends more pics] Buster: Are you sure? Rio: Fuck Rio: you are oh-so convincing, aren't you? 🤤😻 Buster: You tell me Rio: You are Rio: you really fucking are Buster: That definitely felt sincere Rio: I'm more than down to prove it to you, babe Buster: Yeah? Rio: [Bathroom nudes] Rio: Believe me now? Buster: Fuck Buster: Okay I believe you Rio: Good Rio: I love you so much Buster, don't forget Buster: I won't Buster: You know I can't Rio: Don't ever wish you could Buster: Never, baby Buster: You're so fucking perfect I have to keep you forever Rio: Please Rio: that's all I want Buster: You're all I want Buster: And I want you so much Rio: How much Buster: I heard your name in class, meaning the place, obviously, but I was so distracted I literally heard nothing else all lesson Buster: If I could have gotten away with touching myself at my desk I would've Rio: Baby Rio: I get you in so much trouble, don't I? Buster: I get myself in trouble Buster: You're an angel Rio: No, you're a good boy Rio: you didn't touch yourself once/ Buster: I wanted to but I didn't trust myself to stop if I did Rio: Just because you heard my name Rio: what did it make you think of? Buster: I couldn't stop thinking about how much you like hearing me say it Buster: That's how it started at least Rio: I do Rio: It sounds better when you say it Buster: You say my name like you're tasting it and me Buster: I think I'd do anything if you said it in a certain way, like Rio: I wish Rio: I know you would Rio: but I'm never gonna ask you to do anything you don't wanna do, trust me Buster: There's nothing you could ask me for that I wouldn't wanna give you Rio: Interesting Rio: I'm going to have A LOT of fun testing that Buster: Me too Rio: Now I'm distracted Buster: I'd say sorry but since you left I've woken myself up 'cause of dreaming about you so many times that I'm actually not Rio: No fair Rio: you know that's my favourite Rio: I'd help you get back to sleep, your dreams would be so sweet, like Buster: The other night I had to watch a video of you begging me to cum to make me so I could go back to sleep Rio: Fuck Rio: I love making you cum Rio: it's my favourite thing to do Buster: If I don't get to really see you soon I'm gonna go insane Buster: It's so much harder than before Rio: I know Rio: I can feel you touching me and holding me and kissing me all the time but it's never enough it's the worst kind of teasing Buster: Yeah same Rio: You'll be here soon Rio: and you only have to be a little bit social Rio: I can keep you the rest of the time Buster: I don't care if none of the others get to see my face Buster: I just want you Rio: Motivation to get a place, we can be as loud as we need Rio: 'cos I need to tell you how much I've missed you over and over Rio: and over, like Buster: I really fucking need that Rio: I know baby Buster: Whether the pub flat is occupied or not, I'll find you somewhere perfect, babe Rio: I love you Buster: I love you Buster: Everything's gonna be okay Rio: Yeah? Buster: I promise Buster: Whatever we have do to make it happen Rio: Okay Rio: I believe you Buster: Good Buster: 'Cause you know I mean it Rio: You're so nice Buster: Shh Rio: You know you are Rio: I wish everyone else knew it too Buster: It's for you Buster: I don't care what anyone else thinks about me Buster: Unless you wanna tell 'em Buster: 'Cause like I said, that's hot Rio: You're silly Rio: What's so special about me Buster: I'm gonna have to work harder if you're still asking that question Rio: I wouldn't say no to you working me out right now Buster: I'm not gonna say no to that Buster: Where are you? Rio: Different club, same shit Rio: Where do you want me to be? Buster: You can stay there, we can make it work Buster: Tell me how you want me, you've had a shit night, you deserve everything you want Rio: 👑 right? Buster: You know it, baby Rio: Hmm, there's just so many ways I want you Rio: It's hard to choose Buster: Public or private? Start there Rio: If I don't get to be alone with you I want you public Buster: I like the way you think Rio: As if seeing him wasn't bad enough, every boy out here tryna prove how much they aren't you Buster: Forget them Buster: I'm right here Rio: I want to Rio: Make me Buster: [sends a video] Rio: Daddy Rio: How do you get me like this so easy Buster: 'Cause you're mine Rio: Yes Rio: Say it again Buster: You're all mine Buster: Forever Rio: Fuck Rio: I can't wait 'til you're here Rio: and we can be together all the time Buster: Me either Buster: It's the only thing keeping me sane here right now Rio: Everything is gonna be so good and so right Rio: I promise Buster: I know Rio: Not to mention you can fuck me everyday 😋 Buster: All day Rio: Well Rio: Might have to do some work baby Buster: Shh Rio: 😏 Okay Rio: all day every day Rio: I'm going to make you cum more than you've cum in your whole life Buster: I can't wait for you to prove that Rio: You won't need a video no more Rio: I'll be begging for your cum at your feet baby Buster: Jesus Rio: I want it so bad, it's all for me, isn't it daddy? Buster: You can have everything Buster: Anything Rio joined the chat 10 hours ago Rio: All I really want is you Rio: that's just how it is Rio: I wanna live good with you Buster: That's easy Rio: For you, 'cos you're the best Rio: no one has ever been this good to me Buster: It's a good thing you said yes to marrying me then Buster: 'Cause I always will so you don't need to worry about anyone else anymore Rio: I guess so Rio: How did they expect me to say no? Buster: My mum thinks I'm too young to know what I want Buster: Both hypocritical and hilarious Rio: Just one of those parental things they feel they have to say, probably Rio: when they don't know what they actually reckon Buster: Yeah Buster: Nobody in this family can just let there be a silence about anything Rio: Yeah, unless it's about Drew Buster: Literally Buster: It pisses me off, I have to be held accountable for everything when I'm not doing anything wrong but he can do whatever he fucking likes Rio: It's a joke Rio: not even a good one Rio: I don't know why Grandad didn't fuck him up ages ago, he's far from being a kid now Buster: 'Cause he's the kind of petty cunt who'd take you down for making him look a mug Buster: Granddad's got too much to lose Rio: Yeah Rio: I know you're right Rio: I wish someone would though, Christ Buster: You should've let me Rio: What, like you've got nothing to lose? Rio: You got to break his nose, more than I did, like Buster: You could too, or worse Buster: I won't stop you, I'll help you Rio: You're funny Rio: but nah, that ain't how it goes down Rio: I just freeze Rio: I don't know why, him, Ryan, always happens Buster: Baby Rio: Don't be sad Rio: Like you said, I don't have to worry about anyone else anymore Rio: especially not them Buster: I just hate that all that shit happened to you Rio: I know Rio: I feel the same about the things that have happened to you Buster: I should have got my shit together and told you I loved you sooner Buster: I'm sorry Rio: Maybe it would've fucked shit up, who knows Buster: Okay yeah Buster: I'll take that Buster: I was a twat Rio: Awh baby 😂 Rio: I mean yeah Rio: we were all on our bullshit, just the age, idk how both our parents stayed so about each other Buster: They were both as bad as each other Buster: You were above me Rio: Please Buster: Come on Buster: Deny it Buster: You can't Rio: How good could I be Rio: I was such a hot mess, letting boys like that treat me like shit, like Buster: Shut up Buster: That wasn't your fault Rio: No one made me go out with wasteman Rio: I can own it Buster: It's not like you signed up for it Buster: You weren't there like let me find the shittest fucking prick in the 24 to get with Rio: Obviously I didn't know everything, I mean, I still thought he was alright, just a bit of a lad Rio: but there were plenty of warning signs I was happy to ignore like an idiot Rio: all his 'crazy' exes, for a start Buster: As someone who literally has a crazy 'ex' if we can give Chlo that much credit, it's not always that simple, babe Buster: You wanna see the good in people, don't let him think that's a mistake just 'cause he used it wrong Buster: make you* Rio: It's such a fucking catch 22 Rio: he knows how to play it, give him that Rio: 'cos now if I try to warn his next, I'm just one of those crazies who's actually obsessed with him, prick Buster: Yeah Buster: It'd be impressive if it wasn't so fucked Rio: You've got better game Rio: More fun Buster: Cheers, babe Buster: I'd fucking hope so, like Rio: Not high praise, fair Rio: but you already know you're the best I've ever had baby Buster: Tell me again though Buster: I love hearing it Rio: No other boy knows me like you Rio: so no other boy can turn me on like you because it's you, everything you do is my fetish, my fantasy, you're so Rio: Jesus, I need you Buster: You know no other girl knows me, yeah? End of story Buster: You're the only one Rio: So lucky Rio: seriously Rio: I'm so glad I know you, Buster Buster: I'm glad you wanna know me Rio: Of course I do Rio: I always have Rio: Why wouldn't I? Buster: I haven't really sold it before now, like Buster: Nobody else is trying that hard for a reason Rio: You were never as bad as you're saying, or think Rio: I want you to know that, no bias Buster: Shh Rio: I mean it Rio: You were just a kid Rio: it's ridiculous to judge yourself by those old standards, never mind anyone else still doing it Buster: I know what I was Buster: I can own it Rio: I'm just saying Rio: Maybe it's time to let it go Buster: Stop being right all the time Buster: So annoying Rio: You love it Buster: I love you Rio: I love you Rio: I'm gonna look after you Buster: I wish you were here with me now Rio: Me too Rio: My poor baby Rio: You need to destress Buster: We both do Rio: We're going away as soon as we can Rio: Somewhere hot and far away and it'll just be us Buster: That's all I want for us, babe Rio: First, gotta flex your brain and get those A*s Buster: On it Buster: I've been getting decent feedback in spite of the rest of this bullshit going on Buster: It'll be easy Rio: I know, you work so hard Rio: I'm proud of you Buster: I'm proud of you too Rio: I'm not doing anything to be proud of right now but I'm gonna make you Buster: Bullshit Buster: I see you working hard, baby Buster: You've even been helping Nance do hers Rio: Anyone else would do the same Buster: Nah Buster: You're an angel and you know it Rio: Baby Rio: you make me melt Buster: Prove it Rio: Ah, so daddy wants to see how hot he's got his baby girl, yeah? Rio: Hold on, can't upskirt myself here and now for you in this outfit, sadly Buster: That's what happens when you go out with my sister Buster: Priorities, babe Rio: I'm sorry 😔 Rio: I didn't know how badly I'd need easy access without you here but I should've known you'd have be needing to touch myself Buster: Lesson learned Rio: I don't know, I still think I'll need you to really show me when you're here Rio: [Snaps] See? Such a big wet patch, so messy Buster: Christ Rio: I know Rio: You see how much I need you, daddy? Buster: I'm this close to getting on a flight so I can fulfill that need for you that's all I know Rio: Such a good daddy Rio: loves his baby so much Rio: but you can take care of me from there, that's how trained you've got me Buster: If you keep talking like this I'm not sure I'll be able to do anything Buster: You're so fucking hot Rio: That's okay, I can do it Rio: I'm a big girl, let baby do all the hardwork and you just lie back and enjoy the show Buster: How do you not know that you're perfect? Rio: I know you think I am Rio: and that makes me so happy Buster: I don't think it, I know it Rio: Every time you say that, it makes me tighter Rio: I wish it was your cock inside me instead of my fingers so you could feel how good I feel Buster: Soon baby Rio: I know Rio: I try to be patient but you know I'm bad at taking my time when you're not telling me to Buster: It's okay, I feel it too Buster: I just fucking need you Rio: You've got me Rio: I'm fucking myself for you so hard Buster: Yeah you are Buster: You're gonna cum for me so hard too Rio: Is that what you want, daddy? You want me to make an even bigger mess for you? I'm so fucking needy and helpless right now, your baby girl is whimpering your name, anyone can come in hear how fucking much you own her Buster: It's exactly what I want Rio: Good, I wanna be your good girl, I wanna make you as happy as you make me Rio: and I feel like I'm gonna squirt, so it's going to be loud and messy in here Buster: Fuck Buster: I wanna see you so badly Buster: You look so fucking beautiful like this Rio: I'm recording for you best I can Rio: so you can enjoy it whenever you miss me Buster: Oh god Buster: The sound I just made then Buster: I've never been happier about the layout of this house 'cause I swear if you turn me on anymore I could still wake my dad up Rio: I can't be sorry Rio: the way you moan could make me cum by itself Buster: I'll record it for you 'cause I know even with all the others you have of me you can't get enough Rio: I can't, I wanna hear every time I get you off Rio: it's only right Rio: You're moaning my name, fucking yourself to the thought of me and my body Buster: Every word you say gets me closer, I can't get over it Buster: You're so Buster: I don't even have any words, like Rio: I don't wanna waste a single one Rio: if I'm not telling you how good you are and how good you make me feel, what's the point? Buster: You're too good Rio: It's all for you Rio: No one else Buster: Good, I need it all Rio: My whole body is yours, daddy Rio: nah, all of me, heart, soul, whatever the fuck else, me, I'm for you Buster: Rio Buster: I don't know how this happened but I'm so fucking glad it did Rio: Me either Rio: it just did Rio: but it feels right, like it's how it was always meant to be Buster: It does Buster: I don't have any fucking clue how I ever got this far without you Rio: I know Rio: I barely function without you now and it's like Rio: I hadn't seen you properly for so long before, then there was so much waiting and wanting before anything even happened Buster: Yeah Buster: Stay with me, okay Buster: No matter what Rio: Of course Rio: I need to Buster: I love you Rio: I love you so much Buster Buster: Say my name again Rio: Buster Rio: My Buster Buster: Every time I reckon I can't moan any louder you do something to prove me wrong Rio: Good, be loud with me Buster: For you Rio: You're such a good boy Rio: know just what to say to make me go harder Rio: deeper Buster: I need you to cum Buster: Do it for me Rio: Yes, keep going Rio: Tell me what to do, I'm so fucking close Buster: Stop being a tease and go harder Rio: Oh God Buster: You know how you want it Rio: I do, I want it to be so good it hurts Rio: I love it when I make you lose control like that and you fuck me like the whore I am Buster: I need you to feel it tomorrow when you're back home celebrating with the fam Buster: Don't forget about me Rio: Baby that's so fucked up Rio: I fucking love it Buster: Do it then Rio: Yes sir Rio: I'm not as good as you but I'm really trying Buster: You're so good baby Buster: Don't stop trying Rio: Can I leave bruises Rio: as I'm pretending to be you Buster: If you can Buster: I want you to Rio: I don't know how I haven't been kicked out Rio: I'm nearly screaming Buster: Maybe they're all enjoying it too Rio: I like that, Jesus Buster: Or maybe they know you couldn't stop even if they tried to make you Rio: Seriously Rio: There's no way I can now Buster: Don't Buster: Finish what you started Rio: I promise Rio: I'm not going to do you like that daddy, I know you need your baby to cum so you can too Buster: Please Rio: You've earnt it Rio: If you were here I would reward you with letting you cum wherever you want Rio: before letting you clean mine up, of course Buster: Oh fuck Rio: Where do you wanna cum, daddy? Buster: You know how good your tits look tonight dressed like that Buster: Easy decision Rio: Mmm, I like that one too Rio: means I can look you in the eyes when I lick up every drop Buster: Baby Rio: Yes daddy? Buster: You've got me so desperate Rio: Is your cock leaking precum for me? Buster: Jesus, I'm so close right now Rio: Please cum for me, I want it so badly Rio: I'll do anything to make you cum, daddy, anything Buster: I'm making so much noise for you Buster: I just wanna cum Rio: Let go, baby Rio: I bet your Dad has already heard you Rio: it's okay Buster: I bet half the street has heard me by now Buster: Lose control with me Rio: Fuck Buster: You make me feel so good Rio: You're my favourite person Buster: You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Rio Rio: Marry me Buster: You're gonna be the best wife Rio: Yeah? Buster: Seriously Buster: I can't wait until you are Rio: Baby Buster: I can't believe you want that as much as I do Rio: Really bad Rio: to be honest, the way everyone's gone on made me wanna do it now just to piss them off Buster: I'll marry you now Rio: I know Rio: but fuck doing it for anyone but us really Buster: I know you're right Buster: Again Rio: We'll do it whenever we want though Buster: 'Course Buster: You're the only one who gets to tell me what to do, babe Rio: I'm not gonna spring a wedding on you though Rio: even if I want your name Buster: You do? Rio: Of course Rio: You know I do Buster: That's so hot Rio: Yeah? Buster: Yeah Buster: Fuck it, let's get married now Rio: You're so cute Buster: You are Rio: I want to show you off though Rio: don't reckon our turn-out would be all that hot right now Buster: We can have more than one Buster: Your parents did Rio: Well, their first didn't count but Buster: Still Buster: I'll marry you every year if you want Rio: You're killing me Rio: and making it sound like a good idea Buster: We have to do something for our anniversary, yeah? Why not, like? Buster: You can have a different dress for every one, that'd kill me Rio: and bankrupt you 😏 Buster: You wish, babe Buster: I'm gonna be a rich hot shot lawyer soon Rio: Yeah, I think I wish that more, babe Rio: 😻 Buster: So will you? Rio: Are you asking me to marry you again? Buster: Marry me now and then marry me again Rio: Can we? Buster: I want to, so if you want to Buster: Don't say yeah just 'cause I'm an impatient prick though Rio: I want to Buster: Just me and you? Rio: Yeah Buster: Where do you wanna go? I'll take you anywhere in the world Rio: I'll start looking Rio: This summer is going to be perfect Buster: It will Rio: I love you so much Buster Rio: I don't know how to say it in a way that explains how much anymore Buster: I know Buster: I feel the same about you Buster: And I always will Rio: I miss you Buster: I miss you too Buster: I'm sleepy and I want you here Rio: Baby Rio: if you can stay up a little bit longer, I'll facetime you when I get home Buster: Alright Rio: Nance already left off for home apparently so I've just gotta get a cab myself now so I won't be long Buster: I'm not gonna ask if she's alone, I don't wanna know Rio: I didn't ask for specifics Buster: If she tells you, don't tell me, like Rio: 🤐 Rio: 'Course Buster: I'm worried about her Buster: Don't tell her I said that either, obviously Rio: I'm not stupid, or that much of a blabbermouth Rio: You are? Buster: Like, okay worried might be a strong word but Buster: Going out, drinking, hooking up that isn't her, that's me Rio: I know what you mean Rio: but I think it's a case of, look where being me got me Rio: she's just trying things out, she's still her, she's sensible enough not to get too lost in it Buster: I don't want her to have more regrets just 'cause she reckons with all the shit that happened she has to be someone else Buster: I don't know Buster: Maybe I'm the stupid one, yeah? Rio: No, no Rio: It makes sense, I'm worried too but Rio: I don't think there's anything you can do, or any of us Rio: it's something she's gotta do, you know? Buster: Yeah Buster: At least she can't get pregnant Buster: Thank fuck for that Rio: I know Rio: The gays truly have that working in their favour Buster: And Indie's single now, right? Buster: I like our odds at keeping everyone out of too much shit Rio: Yeah Rio: Thank fuck again Rio: Bless 'em Rio: Heartbreak's a bitch Buster: Do I need to add him to my list of people to sort when I'm back home? Buster: 'Cause you know I will Rio: Stop being so hot Buster: If it matters to you then it matters to me Buster: We're a team, babe Rio: You're so daddy rn Rio: but seriously Rio: he's just a stupid kid, like a cunt but he didn't really do anything wrong you know Rio: it just weren't what she thought it would be Buster: Been there Buster: Not that I was ever leading girls on but you know Rio: It happens Buster: And sometimes being as honest as you've gotta fucks them over still Rio: Yeah, that's what I don't wanna ask her Rio: Sometimes you just want a thing a certain way, he might not have been selling it as that ever, idk Rio: like Nance really thinking her teach might be into it Buster: Yeah Buster: And my mum thinking I'm gonna wake up and realize I'm just not that into you Rio: Gotta get you worked up when she's in, clearly Rio: then she'd get it Buster: Probably not a good idea Buster: But I wouldn't be mad about it personally Rio: 😏 Buster: She's just obsessed with uni that's all Buster: Not like she can put pressure on Nance to go to Havard or Oxford or wherever so Rio: I'd get it more if I was stopping you from going, like Rio: show me where I said that Rio: I wouldn't Buster: She's losing her mind that I'm going to Trinity 'cause its not top for Law Buster: I've never cared about that Buster: I can succeed anywhere Buster: You're not the only 'distraction' she wants me to walk away from Chlo's kid too even if its also mine Buster: That's just how it is with her Rio: She knows it ain't that easy Rio: No offence but you wouldn't be here if it was that cut and dry Buster: Everything was a fight for her, it's easy for me so I have to do even better than she did Buster: Dad too Buster: Not make their 'mistakes' Rio: Damn Rio: does she realise how cold that sounds or? Buster: Have you met her? Buster: Babe she is cold Rio: Yeah but to say that to your face Rio: Jesus Buster: Maybe you don't get to go through all the shit she did and stay warm Buster: Or maybe that's just how she had to be to handle it, I don't know Rio: Probably Rio: I'm not trying to talk shit on her Rio: I just care about you too Buster: I know how it sounds, but it's not personal, she'd be like this if it was any other girl too Rio: Yeah Rio: I know Buster: And like it or not, I'm her only living son so Buster: I'll thrive under the pressure like always Rio: I know you will baby Rio: but you're allowed to not be perfect when you're with me, you know that, yeah? Buster: Please, you know I am perfect Rio: Yeah Rio: even if you weren't, I'd still stay Buster: You're gonna make me cry Buster: Behave Rio: That's allowed too, like Buster: Shh Buster: You're so nice to me Buster: And so cute Rio: Because you're nice Buster: It's so weird sometimes Buster: Remember when we weren't Rio: I know Rio: even then though, I knew you weren't as bad as you were fronting Rio: 'cos know-it-all first and foremost Buster: 'Course Buster: You had me all figured out, didn't you, babe? Rio: What, you think you were such an enigma? 😉 Buster: Well, yeah Rio: Awh baby Rio: shoulda left you living that fantasy Buster: Nah Buster: I prefer this one we're in Rio: Got to agree Buster: Good Rio: Town is so busy tonight, only just got a cab Buster: Do I need to get a coffee, like? Rio: You can go to sleep baby Rio: don't stay up on my behalf Buster: I'm just playing Buster: It's okay Rio: Hate to be distracting, you know Buster: Obviously Buster: I'm always saying that about you Rio: So you should be Rio: Very serious about your education Rio: who taught you how to kiss, like Buster: Damn I should have led with that argument when I was chatting to mum Rio: Missed a trick Rio: Keep it PG though, she ain't need to know everything I taught you Buster: Not with my competitive streak 'cause I'd have to let her know I've taught you just as much Buster: A very unnecessary convo Rio: Truly Rio: but I'm enjoying reminiscing very much Buster: I'm glad I kissed you that day finally Buster: I'd wanted to for ages before it Rio: Good thing you got dared to then so you couldn't bottle it Rio: I can't even remember who dared you now Buster: That annoying fucker who was always hanging around us Buster: What the hell was his name even? Rio: Oh I know who you mean Buster: He so reckoned I wouldn't do it Buster: He only dared me 'cause he was too scared to tell you that he liked you himself Rio: Awh Rio: he was probably gutted Buster: An irresistible heartbreaker even then, babe Buster: I know he was gutted 'cause he stopped hanging around, remember? Rio: Now I feel bad Rio: Would track him down but like, not got good news for you lad Buster: What so you'd have rather kissed him? Buster: Rude Rio: Obviously not Rio: could be the one that got away though Buster: 😒 Buster: If you wanna go marry him, like Rio: I'm tryna facebook him but I really can't remember his name at all Rio: I keep thinking J something but maybe that's just 'cos he was a twat too like a certain someone Buster: We all called him that same nickname but I can't even remember that Buster: Unlucky for you Rio: I'm gutted, like Rio: You cockblocking me forever Buster: You will only go to gay club lately Buster: Can't blame me for that Rio: Yeah, know you wouldn't stand in the way of that, babe Buster: I'm considerate like that Rio: You're a pervert like that Rio: it's okay, save you from the male gaze rant/your sister Buster: Cheers Buster: I've already had some drunk texts from her Rio: Maybe she did go home alone after-all Rio: anything worth hearing? Buster: They're hard to read Buster: I honestly don't know how that girl understood enough to wanna hit her up way back when Rio: Not gonna go there, you'll only get grumpy Buster: What is that meant to mean? Rio: There's plenty of ways to get wanna fuck understood, like Rio: ☛👌 Buster: It's Nance I don't reckon she went about it like that Rio: You reckon she sent her a poem Rio: She didn't even like her, like Buster: Shut up Buster: She's so awkward she can't even order her own coffee if we go out to breakfast Rio: Yeah, not drunk Nance though Buster: I'll take your word for that 'cause all I've seen her do then is wanna fight me Rio: You know Buster: Did she even fuck that girl though? Like you're saying she could've all but sent her nudes but like Rio: Apparently so Buster: She told you that or are you using your skills? Rio: Yeah, she told me Buster: Alright Rio: I didn't ask if that was her first time but sad if it was because she wasn't into it Buster: It would've been I know that much about her life, like Rio: Oh, that's shit Buster: Like I said, I'm worried Buster: But she ain't gonna talk about this to me Rio: I can try again Buster: I don't know Buster: Like you said, it's sad Buster: Do we wanna go there? Rio: Yeah, she might not want to Rio: I'll keep an eye best I can and be there how she wants but you know Buster: Yeah Rio: I'm sorry I didn't clock it Rio: I should've Buster: Don't Buster: You don't need to blame yourself for anything Buster: We don't even know the full story anyway, like Rio: Yeah Buster: Talk to her if it'll put your mind at ease Rio: I'm alright, just Rio: No one ever has a good time, you know Buster: Yeah Buster: Are we all cursed in this fam or what? Rio: I think it's weirdly standard, I don't know why Rio: impatience strikes again, probably Buster: True Buster: I know it did for me Buster: I had a good time until she dumped me after though Rio: Yeah Rio: Bit like Indie Rio: It's not the worst, I guess Buster: Had Indie not been with lads before him? Buster: I thought she had Rio: Not all the way Buster: I just assumed, I guess Buster: She's always got them around her, like Rio: Nah, those are just her mates Buster: Makes sense Rio: Yeah, she's not really one for other girl's company in general Buster: You'd never know it to see her with you Rio: Yeah well I'm great Buster: Obviously Buster: That's why I miss you so much Rio: Duh Buster: How far from home are you now? Rio: Not far now, promise Rio: 5 minutes Buster: I don't wanna go to sleep without seeing you Rio: I know baby, I can't do it either Buster: How did we ever? Rio: I've never slept well Buster: Me either, honestly Buster: It's hard to switch off Rio: Yeah Rio: Same Rio: I've never slept like I do when you're there Rio: not just because you've worn me out too Buster: If that worked I would have always slept well, like Buster: I used to drink and fuck so much Buster: It's always been different with you Buster: Remember when we fell asleep together before any of this Rio: Yeah Rio: Trying to look after me even then Buster: I've always tried to do that Buster: Wanted to Rio: I know Rio: even when I didn't appreciate it Buster: I behaved worse to you Buster: I don't know why you ever talked to me after some of the shit I said Buster: Well, I do, but Rio: You know, heard it all before Buster: Rio Rio: Hm? Buster: I hate that anyone has ever talked to you like that, me included Rio: It's alright Buster: It's not Rio: Well, I don't care now Rio: it is what it is Rio: easy target Buster: I'm never gonna hurt you again, okay Buster: Or let anyone else either Rio: I believe you Buster: Good 'cause I mean it Rio: You didn't mean any of it, did you? Buster: Baby Buster: Of course not Rio: Okay Rio: Good Buster: Did you really think I ever did? Buster: Seriously Rio: I wouldn't blame you Buster: Fuck Rio: Don't Buster: I have to Rio: Forget about it Rio: you didn't mean it, it's fine Buster: No Rio: Babe Buster: What? Rio: Sorry Buster: Don't apologise Buster: I should be Rio: You have and it's okay Buster: It's not good enough Rio: I say it is Rio: but what do you want to do to make it okay then? Buster: You don't have to do anything Buster: This is on me, not you Rio: No it isn't Rio: it's my bullshit Buster: I still have to own what I did and what I made you feel like Rio: It's not like this came from you, is it Buster: That doesn't mean I'm fucking excused, like Rio: You didn't mean it, you apologized Rio: I'm not asking for more Buster: You never do Rio: Are you judging me for that now? Buster: I'm not judging you for any of this Rio: Then accept my acceptance Buster: Fine Rio: I wish I'd not brought it up now Buster: You never wanna bring it up Buster: Have we even talked about any of this since you were high on Drew's mystery stash, like? Rio: Why would I want to? Rio: You wouldn't wanna sit here and talk about your flaws Buster: I'm not saying you have to Rio: Yes you are Buster: I was just asking the question, Christ Buster: Don't get mad at me Rio: Whatever, I want to drop it Buster: Like I said, fine Rio: It isn't fine if you're gonna be pissy is it Buster: Fuck off Buster: I'm not pissy I'm upset that you're carrying this bullshit around with you Rio: We've all got our own shit Buster: Obviously Rio: Just please can we forget about it Rio: I'm home now Buster: I'm not trying to upset you that's literally the opposite of what I was trying to do Buster: So yeah if you want Rio: Just Rio: you can't fix everything for me, babe, especially not tonight Buster: I know Buster: I'm just tired, alright Buster: I'm being dramatic Rio: Just taking off my makeup and getting comfy then I'll call you Buster: You still want to? Rio: Of course Rio: don't you want me to Buster: Of course I do Buster: But I get if you're pissed off at me Rio: Shh Rio: I'm not Rio: You're only trying to be gentlemanly and noble, as per, I'm not mad at you Rio: just myself Buster: I don't want you to be mad at yourself either though Rio: That's okay, I'll feel better when we snuggle Buster: I love you, Rio Buster: I'll be less of an annoying prick when we're together again Buster: I swear Rio: I feel it Rio: There'll be no room for miscommunication Buster: I'll do my best to make sure its hard for you to talk Rio: Promises promises Buster: You can hold me to it Buster: You know I really wanna hold you Rio: I know Rio: I want that so bad Rio: you make me feel so safe Buster: Soon Buster: I'm gonna look after you, baby Rio: You always do Buster: I try anyway Rio: You do Rio: Don't question it Buster: Okay Rio: Promise? Buster: I promise Buster: I believe you Rio: Good Rio: Okay, I'm in bed Buster: Good Buster: Call me Rio: 🧡

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