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poisonous-honey · 4 months

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The Venti Parable

(This is a re-upload: originally posted on UniverseUchu on Feb 25, 2023)

Characters: Venti and The Narrator. The Reader and Stanley have very little presence

Warnings: None really. They enter the zending room if that upsets you, but they barely stay there for long. This is mostly in drabble form and lightly skimmed for errors

This is both the Narrator’s and Venti’s worst nightmare. An omnipotent, self-destructive perfectionist who strives to keep everything self-contained and the ever funky little god of freedom.

Venti is not impressed with this game of choice in the slightest. He had hoped his position in your heart would’ve saved him from the torture some of the others have been put through, but he was unfortunately not given this blessing. He didn’t feel like following this narrator’s every whim, he only wanted to do that with you. He was free to do as he pleases

As you’re talking to the Narrator to convince him, having someone else to narrate for just a few runs would help him with his story (“He can speak! You can get instant feedback!”) Venti sits in the office next to Stanley.

“Alright, fine. I’ll let Venti play the game in Stanley’s place for a short while, only because you keep incessantly asking.”

“Hey! I am great company. Wouldn’t it at least be nice to have someone else to talk to for a little while?”

“This is the story of a man named Venti”

He sighs and gets up from his position next to Stanley before walking through the office

After what he feels was him being ignored, Venti reaches a fork in the road

“When Venti came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left.”

He holds his chin with his hand and closes his eyes, acting as if he was deeply thinking about his next course of action. Of course, he already knew what he'd do as soon as the directions were spewed at him.

“No, I think I'd rather go right.”

Que sighing from above. Quelle Surprise

~~~

After getting told no one would ever love him and having the parable restart, though disoriented, his next objective is to try and see if he could leave the building

He was not a fan of the Narrator and vice versa

His first attempt is to see if he can jump out of any windows

Honestly surprised he managed to fall through one on his first try (or at all, really)

He had a bit of hope that he had escaped the Narrator, but after accidentally breaking the phone and still getting an ending, he highly doubted it.

And he sighed as he was unfortunately proven right, and the Narrator starts to monologue

“What do you think, are you sick of this gag yet?”

Venti didn’t think there was a correct answer, so he just hit yes while smiling cheekily up into the air. At this point he was just trying to be entertaining for his player, but so was the Narrator

“Now would be the time I go on about having ample amounts of opportunities to restart the game, but unfortunately for you, our player is in control of that. Since all I hear is laughter on their end, I'm going to try to make this as miserable as possible, before they reset to help you out.”

As the Narrator started to sing, Venti quickly looked towards the screen in hopes he could get you to reset immediately, but all you did was shrug

How very cruel of you

~~~

After a few more runs, the last of which had Venti falling flat on his face, he decided to see where listening to the narrator got him

The Narrator kept to the script as usual, he was a professional after all, but the light elation in his voice was obvious to the two of you

Venti couldn’t help but mess with him on the way though

The Narrator could feel his temper rising, watching Venti doing literally nothing. Letting out a sigh, he directs his next questions to you. “Did you put him up to this? Be honest with me here, I have— I am extremely skeptical of this entire ordeal.” You laugh as you hear The Narrator’s anger and Venti asking if he wasn’t allowed to simply relax, further upsetting The Narrator. “I’ve done no such thing. Informing either party beforehand would’ve made this far less entertaining.” “So you’re telling me that everyone, but me, is able to see what’s so fascinating about a broom closet? If that’s where you’re getting at, then it’s absolutely wonderful to have confirmation that I am, truly, the smartest person here.” “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Mr. Narrator Sir.” “... I refuse to acknowledge this behaviour.”

Finally making it to the end and turning off the mind control machine, every light turns off as The Narrator starts his freedom ending speech

The door slowly opens and Venti can just about feel the wind call to him

Daylight peaks through the opening and grows larger every second as it descends. He can barely wait for the door to fully open and finally be able to see the skies.

As the door comes to a stop on the floor and Venti takes in the view, he finally feels a sense of ease wash over him since he was brought here. The scenery was truly beautiful.

Venti takes his first steps forward onto the grass and as he continues to drown out The Narrator’s dialogue, he figures that maybe this was the reason you brought him here out of all games.

“...- And Venti was happy.”

The Narrator finishes speaking. Venti opens his mouth to actually throw him a genuine compliment - when-

It all fades to black

And within the blink of an eye, he wakes up in the office next to Stanley, who can do nothing but look at him with a reassuring gaze and wave.

Venti just about curls into a ball and cries while Stanley panics and silently frets over him

“That’s the ending you wanted to guide me to...”

“It’s called the ‘Freedom Ending!’ The one true ending for my story that Stanley refuses to cooperate with me on. Surely someone such as yourself understands and is able to appreciate what I’m trying to-”

“On every level of irony, you’ve managed to single-handedly rip away my own freedom with this horrific outcome.”

~~~

Walking through the red door after bamboozling The Narrator long enough, Venti reaches the platform and is quickly stunned at how pretty the light show is

“Right here, see! All I want is to show Stanley, our dear player, and now you, something remarkable. Now tell me. Can you really look at this space and say it’s not truly beautiful?”

Venti giggled before spinning and sitting down. “Why, this room is a poet's dream! The only thing I’d add is nature.”

He sat in the room for a bit longer, just staring at the stars and light show. This is the closest Venti’s gotten to a true place of rest in a while, so he’d like to treasure it a bit more before leaving.

Eventually tearing his eyes away from the sparkles, Venti looks around and realizes the only rooms here are the space room he’s currently in, and a room with some stairs. Getting up and going over, the narrator panics.

“Hey Venti, what are you doing? Where are you going?”

“I’m just looking around. I haven’t seen an exit, so I want to know where the stairs lead.”

“But we haven’t even been here that long a-and there’s nothing over there but stairs, they don’t go anywhere.”

“... It seems I’m in a predicament. Oh, my dear player, where is the exit?”

“Don’t tell him! He’s done nothing but ruin my story time and time again, the least both of you could do is allow me this solace for a little while longer.”

“But I followed your every instruction just before this run!”

All you do is sigh. Maybe you should’ve told Venti not to come here. “... I’m going to begin the game again.”

“But my peace and tranquility!” “But don’t you want to see the proper ending?”

“No, I really don’t and trust me, you won’t want to take the intended ending either.”

~~~

“Player I have to admit, the only difference working with Venti is the constant sass I’ve been receiving in turn. This hasn’t been beneficial in the slightest.”

“Hey! I still gave you plenty of good input you can use!”

“I highly disagree.”

“I beg to differ!”

You had hoped meeting Venti would help The Narrator with some of his issues, but without informing Venti in advance, all they did was annoy each other. Oh well, it was still fun to witness.

“I hope we never meet again.”

“And I hope you learn to enjoy life's intricacies instead of obsessing over the same story over and over… Aaaand that I never have to go through this ever again.”

Venti trusts you with his entire being, he really does, but if you offer him a chance to participate in another game he's going to be asking a lot of questions beforehand

#Pois.Posts #Genshin x Reader #Sagau #Self Aware Genshin #Venti x Reader #X Reader #Self Indulgence As Usual Baby #the stanley parable x reader #tsp x reader #Pois.Writes

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gerardpilled · 11 months

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literally stop being an mcr fan then! why can you forgive gerard but not lynz? everyone will pretend they support the idea of allowing someone to learn and grow and change but then they'll see a woman and go oh no not her she's irredeemable like? the double standards are ridiculous

It’s so crazy… I’ve seen countless people say that she needs to explicitly apologize for her actions and yeah I guess that would be nice. I just think it's a more complicated and nuanced situation than it might seem. Her apologizing for being in msi and participating in complicit racism would implement a lot of people and make them guilty by association. It would imply everyone including the sound guys who worked shows would then be connected to "having worked for a racist band" and could seriously complicate relationships - both working and not.

Also, I sometimes really don't understand why this is a discussion worthy of so much time other than reflecting on the atmosphere that allowed such a band to rise within the scene? (I think there's a real meaningful conversation to be had about the excusing of racism from a lot of people within the alt music scene even today.)The band hasn’t toured since 2014? Acts like Marilyn Manson - who among all his other crimes also used racial slurs as shock value - is actively touring. And for the double standards - Frank fucking toured with msi in 2013 like why not cancel him for that LOL!!! Or god forbid, Gerard for working with Jimmy Urine in 2018.

Even forgiving Gerard for saying he’s Japanese while dogpiling Lindsey for saying she’s partially Indian when she doesn’t even know her birth dad is wild to me. The tweets are very similar to each other - and neither of them have apologized? I've seen people start excusing Gerard's tweet, extrapolating info like "he must have taken a DNA test" well, there's no proof of that, and why not extend that benefit of the doubt to Lindsey? Like yes, she shouldn’t have said it but Gerard shouldn’t have either! I also just can't help but think there are more important issues oh my god!!! I've seen people - both Indian and East Asian alike - express discomfort with both Lindsey's and Gerard's actions, and I completely understand that! I just only ever see Lindsey's held to such irredeemable levels, and that's usually by white people who I personally feel are overstepping their role. I just can't help but think some white people do not have meaningful, real life, conversations with the demographics they are supposedly advocating for.

I am definitely not the person to absolve her of her sins or excuse anything she’s done and people she’s hurt, but do people (and I mean primarily other white people who - from my experience - are mainly the ones posting hate about her) realize she has probably been the most clear and explicit about her anti-racist learning curve? Out of anyone even remotely connected to mcr, she has posted and done more direct funding and outreach for Black organizations than anyone. Yes, that’s Twitter activism and doesn’t exactly amount to much in the grand scheme of things, but if people who hate her judge her off of her internet footprint, why not use the same to realize maybe she has learned?

I recently tried to see if she had acknowledged any of her faults publicly- and to my shock - she has!

I’m not saying this is the best response to every thing but I also never saw this mentioned ever before.

I truly think some of the worst stuff she’s done is publicly support Jimmy Urine after the allegations came out but again everyone who just spreads that as a fact completely misses the context of her ex friend spreading unhinged rumors about her for like a year before those allegations came out. Jessicka Adams accused Gerard of sexual misconduct and started claiming that Lindsey was in cahoots with a man who accused Jessicka of sleeping with him when he was underage. Truly unhinged stuff.

If I was Lindsey and my ex-friend was doing that, purposefully targeting people close to me, I also might immediately assume she was behind those against the lead singer of my old band! She should NOT have voiced her suspicions publicly, and I do think that was wrong, but it’s not like she doubled down on it since? I know a lot of people would like to think they would act differently if they were in her shoes, but really think about it! If allegations that arose online came out against a man you called a friend - who you let watch your daughter - would you immediately publicly turn against him? She should have apologized when it became clear the allegations were not unfounded, but even when the news first broke she was liking tweets which better explained her mindset. Also last I heard, they are no longer friends at all.

Again with the double standards though. I've seen no noise around Mikey’s wife publicly defending wife abuser Johnny Depp (a person she does not even know) when he won his trial? Or the fact that Gerard was also very good friend with Jimmy and most likely shares a similar opinion as his wife?

I've also seen people say things like "well she should have known because of all the signs" I think this a dangerous oversimplification. What about the band No Devotion? Everyone loves them here. They formed after their old lead singer was exposed as rapist with multiple situations of him sleeping with young girls on tour. Why didn't those guys know about it?

I also just feel like using this case a justification to hate her alongside stuff like "she made a mikey hate blog!!" (she didn't) just feels so wrong to me. It’s like people are happy this happened to a woman because it gives justification to hate Lindsey. I see no attempts to support this Jane Doe with tweets of support or some kind of fundraiser. It's always just rooted in hatred of another woman.

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jxsterr · 6 months

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bro your account is literally perfect. one of the best zelink ones i’ve ever seen and i think your interpretation of them is perfect!! what’s your opinion on t4t zelink?

YOURE SO SWEET WHAT THE HELL 😭😭😭😭 thank you omg that’s the sweetest ask ive ever gotten

as for opinions?? my opinion is yes. why wouldn’t they. it’s the most delicious hc out there and it does wonders at weeding out the weird fans

i haven’t honestly thought about it much because i enjoy it in passing but i’m definitely for ftm link with his funky new zonai post transition scars bc that’s SICK and he deserves at least one scar that isn’t the worst thing ever. zelda?? honest to god with all of the trauma she’s been through and all of the disconnect within herself i’d say like a nonbinary she/her if ygm?? an occasional she/they if she feels like it?? like the pronouns are just the equivalent of cosplaying a girl bc zelda’s been jumbled up so violently from everything that’s happened to her—from everything pre calamity with her father and her powers, her lack of self identity because she wasn’t allowed to present herself how she pleased when everything rested on her shoulders, trying to find herself Post calamity and figure out what she’s meant to do or even Be now that her one true purpose had been completed, and then the whole thing of being turned into a DRAGON and back—you cannot tell me she isn’t like scrambled egg on the inside.

link feels like the kinda guy to be like “idk i had tits and now i don’t” shrug whereas zelda has this 5 paged essay on everything that lead up to her identity LMFAO

because she’s so interesting to me right. i feel like she’d just kinda leave herself alone bc she’s been through enough without anything else on top, but i feel if she was to get anything done it’d just be top surgery so she could feel more In Control of her appearance?? and that’d be it?? bc dresses with boobs would have her a little :/ because they’re Okay she supposes but the dress Could look nicer without them, so link would sit there and help her bandage them down to see how she’d feel about it (also because he has an ungodly supply of bandages) and then watching something Click inside of her and who better to do such a task than purah???

(link stresses about it for the next 3-5 business days)

cuz i’m still big on zelda wearing a lot more neutral clothing purely bc we saw that her preferred way of dressing was her travel clothes right, and she’s always seemed more of a trousers gal than anything, so i can’t get into the idea of her purely wearing dresses post calam and totk like some people have bc every dress she’s worn. right. has had an air of Ambiguity around it. i think especially her prayer dress and zonai dress but i think that’s because of the total absence of straps or sleeves to them, so i feel like she’d wear dresses like that just for comfort but for any others?? boobs gotta go im sorry it’s just how it is

i’m also a huge fan of link being the more like. Seasoned of the two about transitioning and whatnot because obviously he would’ve had a lot more room to explore this sort of thing (esp with how little she could do w rhoam lord have mercy). so every question she’d have she’d go running to him for once instead of the books and Then him

“pardon me if i’m being intrusive, but was the surgery.. painful?”

“nah. not too bad. purah numbed me”

“you let.. purah..????”

she’d be stood in front of a mirror in their house and squinting at her own reflection, asking, “something feels wrong. i can’t tell what it is, but something feels misplaced on me.” and link peers over to have a look and he’s absolutely mystified because she’s literally gorgeous there isn’t a damn thing wrong with her—and then she starts focusing on her chest, looking at it from the side, squishing it down with scrutinising eyes to see if they’d look better flat and ah. it makes sense now. so, as i said earlier, he helps her bind, makes sure it isn’t too tight and always keeps an eye on how long she’s been wearing it (she is horribly forgetful after all), lets her comb through his ridiculously extensive wardrobe to see what pieces fit where and how to figure out how she wants her clothes to fit, then taking her down to sayge to retailor some old clothes he doesn’t mind her having once they figure it out, helping her figure out the terms and pronouns she’s comfortable with, just the most useful and best supporter you could ever ask for in the beginning of your transition.

I REALISE IVE RAMBLED OOPS but hey maybe when i get through the ridiculous backlog of fics i have i’ll do a little oneshot about this cuz it’s CUTE and so full of zelink potential

tldr. zelda’s this fuckin. she/they ass nb with a complex relationship with gender and her presentation and then link is just. a Guy. in the least straight way possible. he’s simple

i appreciate u sm for making me think about this more……: my little blorbos…

#jez asks #you wouldve thought me being nonbinary myself #that i wouldve thought more about this huh #zelink #legend of zelda #loz link #loz zelda #tears of the kingdom #zelda and link #princess zelda #link #zelda tears of the kingdom #zelda x link #t4t zelink #headcanon

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analiise · 2 years

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meet the parents - steve harrington

description : steve is ready to meet the parents, and so are you. you think?

steve harrington x fem!reader

cw : fluff!!!!!

word count : 970~

“Steve, just wear something nice and be giddy.” You state, as you lie on your bed twirling your finger on your telephone wire. “Okay, but you do understand why I’m nervous, right?” He asks. You believe you're more nervous than him.

“No, my parents love you already.” You lied. Your parents weren’t big fans of your boyfriend. But they were your parents. What's the worst they would do?

During breakfast, you brought the topic up to your mom, privately. “I’m bringing Steve over for dinner. Is that okay with you?” You quietly ask as you chew your soft pancakes.

Your mom stops pouring her coffee and looks up at you. “This early?” She asked. You rolled your eyes. “You know, me and Steve have been dating for a while now mom.”

“I know, but the things I’ve heard sweetheart. The things I’ve heard.” She trailed off. What could a middle-aged woman hear about a teenage boy? “What did you hear mom?” You question, furrowing your eyebrows

“You know, just the girls at the book club telling me how he broke their daughters' hearts. Plural.” You scoff. “Are you kidding me?” You were going to defend Steve no matter what, they didn’t know the real Steve and you wanted to show them so badly.

She walks up to you and cups your cheeks in a motherly way. “Darling I just don’t want to see you hurt.” “He won’t hurt me mom. I promise.”

Now, bringing this up to your father was a different story. Your dad was the chief editor of The Hawkins Post. He knew gossip more than a lady getting her hair done. So when you brought up the last name, he was quick to judge.

“The Harrington boy?” He chuckles. “Y/n, you are not bringing home a highschool dropout.” His words caught you by surprise, but did it really?

“I can't believe you right now.” You cross your arms as you stand in his study. He looks up from his papers and continues. “The Harringtons are a phenomenal family, but with a son like that.” He makes a surprised expression. “It’s hard to keep their family name honorable.”

“That wasn’t so nice dad.” You frown. You wanted to argue even more, and say how Steve was the best person you’ve ever met. How he snuck you back home when you were drunk, and how he knew how passionate you were about Emily Dickens and bought you exclusive copies. But you couldn’t, cause it was just teenage love.

Your dad studies your sad face and finally sighs. “He can come, but if he ever-” “Yea, yea, if he ever hurts me you’ll murder him.” You walk behind his desk and give him a great big hug.

“Thank you dad, this means a lot.”

٭٭٭

The doorbell rings, and you rush to get it. You flatten out your shirt like this was your first impression on Steve. When you open the door you see an awkward Steve in a collared shirt and khaki jeans. He’s carrying roses and a slim wooden box. You can’t help but choke a laugh.

“Oh thank god it’s you.” He said as he walked inside. You give him a small peck on the cheek. Your parents are sitting in the living room and stand up when they see you both.

Your mom comes rushing with a hug. “Why hello! You must be Steve.” She smiles. Steve returns the hug and the look on his face is genuine.

“Hi ma’am. These are for you.” He says, and he hands her the bouquet of roses. “You shouldn’t have!” She adds, gently slapping his shoulder. “This guy won't even buy me flowers anymore.” She looks back at my dad.

He chucked and gave Steve a firm handshake. “Steve Harrington.” Your dad says. “Sir.” Steve grins. He gives him the wooden box and my dad looks at me, “Put this in my study sweetheart.”

You take the box and rush to his office, placing it on his desk. You sigh, Thank god this was running smoothly. Now only to get through dinner.

Steve and your dad talk about football as you and your mom bring out dinner. You hope Steve is finally calm and acting like himself.

Your mom whispers behind you. “Maybe he isn’t that bad.” She walks across the kitchen and into the dining room. “Dinner is served.” Your smile reaches your ears.

Everything is going smoothly, your moms asking him about work, your dads insisting he checks out his new car, and your boasting about all his kindness towards you.

Sooner or later, you knew your dad was going to ask. When you take your last bite of food, he questions Steve. “If you don’t mind me asking, why didn’t you continue with school?”

You know the real answer, because Mr. Harrington was a dick and didn’t want his son to live happily. You were about to speak for Steve until he spoke for himself.

“My dad wanted me to earn my own money like a man.” He giggles. “It’s silly, but it’s working. I’m planning on going to college at Tech next year.”

Your dad smiles. “That is great to hear, son.”

٭٭٭

“Did you hear that? SON! He called me son.” Steve fell back onto your bed. It was getting late, and he was bound to leave soon.

You giggled as you sat next to him. “If you guys are that close, convince him to let you stay the night.” Your hands glide up and down his shirt.

“I wish, but I’m still scared of him. As much as I am his son.” He got up and kissed your lips.

“This was such a good plan.” He sighs. “I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did.” You interlock your finger with Steve’s, and embrace the warm feeling as you smile at your boyfriend.

a/n : just something small i had in my drafts!!send in requests for one shots im dying of bordemmm

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington drabble #not proofread 😣

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bonnvivre · 3 months

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a funny thing- ch 24/25 word dump

WUAHAHAHA 4AM BABEY YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS

i’ve been cookin low and slow with this one and i mean real slow like. too slow . as in 2 weeks later whoops

this one’s a real doozy so grab a snack

FIRST PAGE ON THE GOSUKU TAG WHEN YOU SORT BY KUDOS LETS GOOOOOOO major rweiser W

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ch 24

thinking abt yuuji flying down the sidewalk and megumi becoming the equivalent of a flag whipping behind him pls yuuji not everyone can keep up 😭

fred says fuck

mmmmmm crunchy cookies i love me some egg shell

yeah with cooking, you can play around with the measurements and adjust along the way, but baking is whole different beast :[ i made creme brulee for our new year dinner, my first time baking actually, and i was terrified the entire process cus one wrong step and its over (they turned out good in the end, though i wanted to leave it in the fridge longer)

sukuna and uraume on the same wavelength love that

daww megumi just be a kid its okay

gojo’s nicknames for toji PLS father-fushi and fraidy-guro

hehehe he technically called sukuna pretty ,, i agree

LMAOOOOO AINT NO WAYY OFC HE SABOTAGED HIM

i feel like toji would actually do well in getting sales (if he had the proper cookies) considering he’s “a pro at freeloading off women” which leads me to believe he’s got hella charisma .

“Fushiguro stops just before the table, one hand balled into a fist so tight, the muscles of his arm are easy to see, flexing dangerously beneath his skin.” uwwheheheerhfbud sorry

OH SHT THE GIRLIES ARE FIGHTING YOOOOOOOO AND SUKUNA JUMPING IN FOR GOJO ???? in front of the kids in a school fundraiser is crazy lmao

pinky

gojo taking bets on who’s gonna win reminded me of mei mei betting on the gojo-sukuna fight

i had a crazy amount of secondhand embarrassment going thru that hhhhhh yknow that feeling when you just wanna curl up and cover ur eyes and you’re fighting to even look back ? yeaaaaa

“Hurting people is bad. And you’re not bad!” ohh yuuji ughhh he has no idea of what sukuna was before, that he’s done more than hurt people .. children really only see the side of their parents that they’ve allowed to show them. it’s why kids usually think the highest of them, so yuuji saying that sukuna’s not bad gets me cus he’s known and seen only the best of him. but it makes me feel gooey inside cus, while everyone else sees the former king of curses, yuuji sees his dad and when he does eventually find out, he’ll still always be his dad before anything else (does this make sense i hope it makes sense im trying to make my thoughts coherent)

oh hey they’re talking abt it !

I GASPED OH MY GOD PLEAS EOLASOE APLEAS EPLAS EPALEAPSLEAPSH NOOOOOOOOO FFGGHGBBVV HITTING MY BED GRFGHJVNGRRAAGGHHFEG

im being tortured i thinj you’re trying to kill me here this is the worst case of edging ive ever had in my life (no not like that)

post-chapter notes:

IM ALREAYD RIOTING YASTOP BLUE BALLING ME

id read real housewives of jujutsu sorcery

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ch 25

GRADE 1 ?? AS IN ONE ?? AS IN O N E ?? AS IN, YUUJI IS NO LONGER A PRESCHOOLER

when you said small time-skip, i thought you meant a few months later . i was wrong

aight time to update the time board: yuuji’s in first grade so he’s 6 yrs old, we’re in 2013 now (i think), gojo is 24 yrs old 23 yrs old (chap takes place during summer, bday not passed yet)

it’s 2013, he can get a 3ds now :D im gonna get him on smash bros . OR KID ICARUS UPRISING IT SHOULD BE OUT ALREADY

they should totally name the potential pet after me (jk)

OKAYYYY THATS A START HE KISSED HIM ON THE HEAD !! WE’RE GETTING SOMEWHERE :O now go lower. preferably on the li

oh yeah yeah definitely not together whatever helps you sleep at night man

im gonna need the bad bitches birthday bash one-shot someday with the way shoko’s bringing it up

the fact gojo’s heard the threat so many times before that he can finish it and brush it off

CANDY CRUSH !!?!??

AWWWWWW THATS ADORABLE ;____; sukuna wanting to do something to surprise gojo’s first day as a teacher and yuuji suggesting to make a cake cus he knows his daddy loves sweets AND they spent the whole day prepping awawawawaw so cutee

they called on uraume for help too LOL poor them

yuuji being a snitch HA i can’t help but think of my siblings

you can’t be serious gojo, not after that? people also don’t usually sleep and cuddle the homies cmon man

mother is mothering and mother is leading the herd (no but i love how he adapted to the role very easily, likely to prior experience)

whuh the fundraiser was last year ? am i overthinking the timeframe … ok im back after going thru the calendar that makes sense 👍 carry on wait hold on first semester of first grade ended so they’re on break ... summer break ?? unless this is going off of a different schooling system (oh yeah duh japan lol)

ohhh please let them meet mama-guro i can imagine the absolute shock on their faces trying to comprehend how someone like toji managed to marry someone like her 😭 bonus points if toji is much more softer around her too and the sheer whiplash of seeing him having ANY sort of loving side is enough to send gosuku into a spiral

“It’s exactly the type of thing Sukuna would never be caught dead wearing, which means Satoru must do all in his near-infinite power to make him wear it.” real

THESE THREE ARE RIDICULOUS LMAOOOOOO sorry kids your fathers are busy trying to one-up each other

“But, then again, these are just go-karts; how much damage could he really do?” famous last words before disaster

oh no

hey sukuna’s living life at least he’s having fun and that’s all that matters 🥰

not the pyramid projectiles

CONICAL AMMO !?$&7)-)26 MARIO KART IRL GONE WRONG oh my god its too late for this i need to sleep

OH MY GOD ??????

WHADDYA MEAN THEY’RE GONE ??????

post chap notes:

what just happened

no really what jusr happened

the amount of times i’ve said oh my god throughout the entire go-kart scene i was clutching my pearls

he recreates his reign in the silliest ways, all while wearing nice little red bow :3

nah i get it the entire first arc was dedicated to how messed up he was abt suguru so i understand the doubts but they’ve also near kissed multiple times .. unless they were super down with kissing the homies

“I sure hope nothing bad has happened to them...” STOP

#i spent a good chunk of time trying to figure out the time frame help #i was thoroughly entertained throughout ch 25 #AYE BUT GO-KARTING IS AN EXTREME COMPETITIVE SPORT THO #mario kart can bring out the worst in ppl #ok sleepinfh now gn #a funny thing happened on the way to therapy #for weiserr #lai’s word dump n thoughts #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gosuku #sukugo

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I can wait for you at the bottom

The Worst In Me - Bad Omens

The Summoning - Sleep Token

Demons - Mayday Parade

Lead Me Out of the Dark - Crown The Empire

So Much Love To Give - Glorious Sons

Here’s My Heart - SayWeCanFly

Good To You - Marianas Trench

Hold Onto Me - Mayday Parade

Stomach Tied In Knots - Sleeping With Sirens

Stay - Mayday Parade

Deathbeds - Bring Me The Horizon

Just Pretend - Bad Omens

I saw someone else post a lyric breakdown and thought it was a cool idea, so... here are the lyrics that gave me another au idea made me think of the trope!

1. The Worst In Me - Bad Omens

I had you in my grip, but you're starting to slip Bring out the worst in me And now it's come to end, I think I'm giving in You set my demons free

It's better when you're with me, but that's better left unsaid It's better when I'm empty, but I still let you in

2. The Summoning - Sleep Token

Oh, and my love Did I mistake you for a sign from God? Or are you really here to cut me off? Or maybe just to turn me on

‘Cause these days I would be lying if I told you that I didn't wish that I could be your man Or maybe make a good girl bad

3. Demons - Mayday Parade

Now I can live with all my demons, we all get along And they whisper in my ear “We’re safe, there’s always something wrong.” And if it looks like Armageddon’s coming down today I’ll kick back a bottle of that poison It’s made for you and me Come on, let’s go One fell out of my dreams It came down in your heart Paved the way for me to follow

4. Lead Me Out of the Dark - Crown The Empire

Without a doubt, I need your help I know you've heard me ask before But come on girl, I need to tell you now I know what I've done wrong The only way out of here is the way I've avoided for all my life There's so many things I wanna say But there's too many things still in the way I'm lost, please help me find my place You're the only one, please lead me out of the dark

5. So Much Love To Give - Glorious Sons

I've got a heart in me, I swear It's hidden in the back of a bar somewhere Everything you've heard is true But I can make it up to you I've got so much love to give I've got so much more than this

Forgive me for everything I did

6. Here’s My Heart - SayWeCanFly

So here's my heart for you if you want it It's got a couple bruises on it Sometimes it breaks down and it doesn't work quite right, but You bring it back to life You bring it back to life And I'd believe in God if somebody could prove That there existed something more perfect than you But if this were the last time I ever felt love I'd be alright Cause nothing ever felt so true

7. Good To You - Marianas Trench

And I know this isn't enough, I still don't measure up And I'm not prepared; Sorry is never there when you need it

And I do want you to know I'll hold you up above everyone And I do want you to know I think you'd be good to me And I'd be so good to you

8. Hold Onto Me - Mayday Parade

Stayed up too late and it hurts to breathe Said it's 4 A.M. girl, go back to sleep Sometimes at night, I can hear her dreams

Come rescue me, come rescue me Don't you ever leave, don't you ever leave I know we got our problems and it's probably me So hold onto me, hold onto me

9. Stomach Tied In Knots - Sleeping With Sirens

Oh, my stomach's tied in knots I'm afraid of what I'll find if you want to talk tonight Oh oh See the problem isn't you, it's me I know I can tell, I've seen it time after time

And I'll push you away I get so afraid, oh no

And I can't live without you now, oh oh I can't even live with myself, oh oh oh I can't live without you now, oh oh And I don't want nobody else, oh oh oh

I only have myself to blame But do you think we can start again 'Cause I can't live without you

10. Stay - Mayday Parade

Oh can you tell, I haven't slept very well Since the last time that we spoke, you said "Please understand if I see you again don't even say hello."

I'm not strong enough for the both of us What was I supposed to do You know I love you Whoa-oh

Please just stay Stay

11. Deathbeds - Bring Me The Horizon

Eyes like a car crash I know I shouldn't look, but I can't turn away Body like a whiplash Salt my wounds, but I can't heal the way I feel about you I watch you like a hawk I watch you like I'm gonna tear you limb from limb Will the hunger ever stop? Can we simply starve this sin?

That little kiss you stole, it held my heart and soul And like a deer in the headlights, I meet my fate Don't try to fight the storm, you'll tumble overboard Tides will bring me back to you

And on my deathbed, all I'll see is you The life may leave my lungs, but my heart will stay with you

12. Just Pretend - Bad Omens

I'm not afraid of the war you've come to wage against my sins I'm not okay, but I can try my best to just pretend

So will you wait me out Or will you drown me out? So will you wait me out Or will you drown me out? (at the bottom)

I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I can wait for years if I gotta Heaven knows I ain't getting over you

#obiyukimadness23 #in love with the mark #obiyuki #ans #music #playlist #should this trope win (odds are looking favourable right now lol)#I may need to appease the brain and write the thing :3 #just a short thing #but a thing #i tried to order the playlist the way that I think this thing will go...#ie: Obi being so ready to Do The Task #realizing that he maybe does not want to follow through with The Task #realizing that he doesn't want to do The Task because his own heart can't handle that #having a moment of bliss with Shirayuki in which life is great and they're there for each other #Shirayuki finding out about The Task and not handling it well #Obi falling apart but trying desperately not to become A Problem #ANYWAYS

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hes just being messy, he was with meredith in la last wednesday and then now is like very public with gab. i actually feel pretty bad for meredith, the unfollow makes me think she thought they were more serious than they were. i dont think dating casually is a crime but all parties should at least be on the same page 😕 (no need to post this just telling you)

I’m very confused by all this and I guess y’all really don’t understand boundaries, respect, or consent. But since I’ve deleted just about 40 asks about this in the past 48 hours or so, fine. I guess we are talking about this. (Not directed at you alone or anything just my general feelings on the subject and on the fandom.) you wanna talk about Matty’s love life? Let’s talk about it.

Matty is 34 years old. Which means he’s well above the legal age of consent and, yeah, god help him, as a cis straight man, he do be acting like an absolute child sometimes, BUT it’s his life. His decisions to make.

From everything that we know about him, and especially after the ENTIRE FUCKIN WORLD turned against him over the summer, he is a lot more kind, compassionate, smart, self-aware, gentle, and pure-hearted than anyone’s ever given him credit for. Even his own fans. Say what you will about Matty Healy, but if it were me, in his shoes, I’d feel more than entitled to be Turner bitter towards the public what with the way we all (yes, we, as his fans too) have been treating him. But NOPE. Matty is a way bigger person than most of us. He didn’t say a damn thing. He kept his mouth shut and his head down and he did what he needed to do, he never let any of it deter him from being vulnerable and honest with us and putting on the best fuckin show that he could possible put on every fuckin night.

If that doesn’t earn him the benefit of the doubt then I don’t know what will.

I’m not sure why or when some of us have decided that it is our place to observe what goes on in his love life, to monitor his following/followers lists, to draw conclusions based on those numbers, or to consume public glimpses of his interior life as if it’s some tv show or movie or reality tv, even when those images are taken without his consent, and decide Meredith is not “marriage material” or Gabriette has “an aesthetic that I can finally get behind” (which, by the way, is a very sexist and disgusting thing to say about them as well as Matty, but I guess this fandom is hypocritical and will turn against its own values as soon as Matty Healy’s dick is involved), but at some point apparently that happened and we started to treat him as less than human.

Fine, fine, I’ll even give you that much. Be sexist. Be judgmental and creepy and all up his ass. But to do all that and then “feel sorry for Meredith” call him a “mess”??? When you LITERALLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED BETWEEN THEM?!!!!! How do know she thought it was more serious than it is??? Were you there??? Since we’re making judgements and assumptions based on the tiny fragments that we see, I’m gonna go ahead and make a judgment of my own and say since I didn’t see you in the middle holding one of his hands and one of hers, then you weren’t there. So why do you feel qualified to talk about what he may or may not have done??? Do you know him? Is he your bestie???? Did he confide in you??? Hmm? Fuckin tell me!!!!

To summarize: he’s a form of entertainment to you. You don’t care about his boundaries. And you have such a low opinion of him that (despite him proving in what is objectively one of the worst things to happen to a public figure, that he’s endlessly graceful and kind) you will comfortably assume the worst of him without A SHRED OF ANYTHING REMOTELY RESEMBLING EVIDENCE. So….why are you a fan? Hmm? Why do you feel comfortable supporting someone you think so little or and have no respect for as a human being?

If any of you really think “he deserve love” and “he deserves companionship.” Then you’d shut the fuck up, stop engaging with content that commodities and dehumanizes him, and mind your fuckin business for fucks sakes.

I mean, how would you like it if, based on a 7 second story on Instagram, or a tweet you made about your personal life or whatever, I (somehow who knows absolutely nothing about you) came up to you and was like “omg I noticed so and so has unfollowed you. Then two days later you posted a pic with this other person. You must have really crushed someone’s heart and led them on making them believe you were more serious than you actually were. And now you’re using this other person who appeared in a picture with you. That is concerning behavior my friend.” If you’re okay with me doing that to you then you and I must live wildly different realities.

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DECEMBER ONESHOTS - Genshin Impact

these were written by me, some accompanied by amazing art by some cool people!! go check em out!

some of the art is not completed, but i wanted to make sure to post this on christmas. i’ll add the art when it’s done!

they’re all modern aus, all focused on a ship :)

happy holidays and merry christmas!!

—-

FREMINET HATES PARTIES

freminet attends quite a few gatherings for his siblings, and meets an interesting boy

pairings: freminet/scaramouche

i drew this art :))

It is December 21st, and Freminet Foyer is going to pass out.

He sits in the corner of the party, clutching a red plastic cup and trying to remember how to breathe.

Sure, he could go try to find one of his siblings to help de-stress, but Lynette is busy explaining something to Charlotte and Lyney is surrounded by fans.

Perhaps the worst part of having famous siblings was the events they’d get you caught up in.

Ever since the twins had gone viral for their magic trick videos, their lives have been full of media interviews, paparazzi, sponsorships, and, perhaps the worst of all, Christmas parties.

Social anxiety is a curse. But at least he’s not the center of attention. There’s an aspect of comfort that comes with being known only as “the Foyer twin’s little brother.” You never have pressure to be anything more.

Except tonight, he’s been noticed.

“Hey, mind if I hang over here?”

Freminet looks up, and looses his breath.

Perhaps the most beautiful person Freminet has ever seen is standing there. Pale skin framed with dark purple hair, and deep lavender-blue eyes. His dark eyeliner and red eyeshadow are perfectly done, and his outfit is graceful and androgynous.

“Enjoying the view?” the strange boy laughs, and Freminet notices he has been staring.

“S-sorry- I’m- I’m not very good at this kind of… of thing…”

“You’re fine. Trust me, you’re one of the most normal people I’ve seen tonight. Wanna get a beer? Your cup is empty.”

Freminet blushes. “N-no thanks, I’m 16-“

The stranger laughs again. It’s a disturbing sound, eerily enticing. “I’m 17, but you don’t see that stopping me. Hey, no pressure if you don’t want any, though. Kudos to you for making good decisions.”

You know what? Fuck it. Father never seemed to care when the twins came back hammered. Freminet gave a slight smile and grabbed a can from the table, downing it in three sips.

“Wow, impressive. I’m Scara. Scara Raiden. I’m only here because my mother and her wife are rich shitheads, and any excuse to tarnish their reputation must be taken.”

The younger man was slightly taken aback. Scara was… opinionated. And loud about it. But not in the way Lyney was, being open as a way to sweet talk into getting his way. No, Scara seemed to be brash simply for the sake of being brash.

Freminet wondered if he was single.

He opened his mouth to ask Scara for his number…

And vomited onto the hardwood floor, barely missing Scara.

Oh god. Oh god, Freminet can’t breathe.

“Oh shit, are you alright?! Is it okay if I touch your arm?”

Freminet nods. Strange, for the circumstance, but the asking of consent for contact was nice. If only he hadn’t thrown up and made a complete idiot of himself.

Scara leads him outside and sits next to him on the cool stone steps, rubbing circles on his back.

“Wow, you can’t hold your liquor, can you?”

Freminet shakes his head. His voice comes out hoarse. “No. I mean, I don’t really drink… but my siblings do, and you seemed impressed…”

Scara scoffs. “Dude, you don’t need to impress me. I mean, I saw you having a panic attack and looking lost and alone, and I still came over. It’s kind of obvious that I think you’re cute.”

Wait. He. So. He’d been flirting the whole time?!

It’s Scara’s turn to go red. “I… I mean- I would… I’d like to get to know-“

“What’s your number?” Freminet blurts.

Scara grins, and looks at the door frame above them. “Huh. Mistletoe. If you hadn’t just puked your guts out, I’d ask to kiss you.”

“If I hadn’t just puked my guts out, I’d say yes.”

—-

DIRECTIONALLY CHALLENGED

navia attempts to prove herself to her wife by answering once and for all: can gays drive?

pairings: navia/clorinde

the lovely @eternal-moss made the art!!

apologies for spelling mistakes, my phone really wanted to correct clorinde to chlorine 😭😭😭

It is December 22nd, and Navia Rosula is definitely not lost.

At least, that’s what she is reassuring her wife.

“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” Clorinde asks again, as Navia takes yet another right turn.

“Yes! I’ve been this way, like, 6 times!”

“Never at night. While it’s snowing.”

Clorinde had her there. Navia sighs, and pulls over, dirty blond hair spilling over the dashboard as she rests her head on the black leather steering wheel.

“Fine- I’m lost. I’ve just… I usually have all these chauffeurs and drivers, being the daughter of a wealthy father and all… and I… I really wanted to prove to you that I can do something for myself! I don’t want to let you down, not on our first Christmas as wives!”

Clorinde smiles. “First of all, I know you can do things. You’re one of the most capable people I know. And secondly, I’m an atheist and you’re Jewish. Christmas doesn’t have some kind of Hallmark meaning to me. Or you.”

Navia sniffles. “I know… but, I thought you really wanted to go to this party…”

Clorinde laughs. “‘Via, I have no interest in milling around with a bunch of rich kids. What do you say we call it a night, and go home? You can call Meluse and Silver right now, and they can order us a pizza?”

Navia smiles. “I’d like that, yeah.”

Clorinde pecks her cheek. “Oh, and one more thing?”

“Yes?”

“Let me drive.”

“…fine.”

—-

ZHONGLI IS A GOOD DAD

in which xiao gives childe a chance

pairings: zhongli/childe, zhongli is xiao dad

art by the amazingly talented @nickwildelvr !!

It is December 23rd, and Zhongli Lapis-Morax is about to potentially destroy his relationship with his son.

6 days ago, Ajax proposed. It was…magical. They were at a nice Italian restaurant, Zhongli’s favorite place in town. A ring, miraculously in his glass.

For 6 days, Zhongli has been filled with a flood of joy, hope… and anxiety.

Zhongli had adopted a four-year-old Xiao 11 years ago, from an abusive home. The boy was fearful and distant, and when he did finally become close to Zhongli, he stayed unsure of anyone else. Especially grown men.

Xiao also despised Ajax. Though this was completely unrelated to his traumatic past, Zhongli still wanted to give his son as much grace as possible when it came to new adjustments.

But they’d been together for almost two years. And the only improvement in Xiao’s attitude was that he was no longer frightened of his father’s partner, and felt perfect fine insulting him to his face.

And still, Ajax, sweet, understanding Ajax, had kept trying and trying to make a real connection.

He’d asked when Zhongli planned on telling his son, just last night. They were laying in bed, Ajax scrolling through his phone and Zhongli comfortably nestled with his head in the crook of his neck, face pressed against unruly ginger locks. Zhongli changed subject immediately.

And it’s been 6 days. 6 days since Zhongli made a long-term commitment. 6 days that he has avoided his son.

3:45 pm. Every other Sunday at 3:45, Zhongli picks up Xiao from his practice with his rock band. Their music is not amazing, but anything that makes his son happy makes Zhongli happy.

Xiao is waving goodbye to his friend (Whst was his name?? Aether??) when Zhongli pulls up at the house. The teen hurries over, the green highlights in his dark hair glinting in the sun. Zhongli had been opposed to the dye at first, but had grown to enjoy the look. It was really the only color that Xiao would wear, anyway.

Xiao smiles at his father, but avoids his attempts for a hug, grumbling something under his breath. He climbs into the passenger seat of the old silver minivan, and immediately pulls out his phone.

After a minute of driving in silence, Zhongli musters up his courage to raise the subject.

“Xiao, dear, could I have your attention for a short while?”

Xiao looks up. “Yeah, sure. Everything okay?”

Zhongli takes a deep breath, and pulled over to the side of the road.

This is it. Xiao is never going to speak to him again.

“…I know you dislike Ajax…”

Xiao groans.

“Xiao… please-“

Xiao scoffs. “Whatever you want to lecture me about isn’t really that important, is it? Just let me be-“

“Ajax asked me to marry him!”

Silence.

Dead silence.

“Ajax asked me to marry him, and I… I said yes. He… he makes me happy, Xiao. Please. For me. For Christmas. Give him a chance?”

Xiao stayed silent.

Zhongli closed his eyes. Oh god, Xiao is so upset. How was he going to fix this??

Without warning, Xiao leaned across the seat and hugged him. Zhongli was taken aback, but quickly pulled Xiao closer.

The teen mumbled something into his father’s chest.

“Hmm?”

“For you. I’ll give him a chance, for you.”

Zhongli grinned, eyes brimming with tears. It was going to be okay. They were going to be okay.

—-

KAVEH NEEDS A HUG (tw for suicidal ideation/attempt)

in the end, alhaitham will always be there for him

pairings: alhaitham/kaveh

art by the epic@kavehboobs !!

It is December 24th, and Kaveh Singh is going to kill himself.

It’s not really a solid plan. But he’s alone, half-drunk, and he doesn’t think Alhaitham is coming home.

The cold two-room apartment is dark. Its vacant. The marble kitchen counter casts a cool shadow on the tall tan walls. The blond shivers, and tightens his grip on the half empty bottle of wine.

Alhaitham isn’t home. Alhaitham promised to be home by 6 pm, or to call. Alhaitham never changes his plans. Alhaitham left him on read.

It hits him like a slap. He’s alone. Alhaitham isn’t coming home. He’s finally had enough, and left Kaveh to rot. On Christmas eve.

Kaveh doesn’t want to wake up on Christmas alone. And so he has a date with a bottle of pills.

And yet… he hesitates. Because he is a coward, because he is brave, he doesn’t know.

He’s crying. Typical Kaveh. That’s what ‘Haitham would say if he were here. Typical pathetic Kaveh.

The architect lets out a choked sob. 11:45 pm. It’s going to be Christmas in 15 minutes. In 15 minutes, he’s going to do it.

Kaveh hears a car pull up in the driveway.

The doorbell rings.

The lock clicks.

The door swings opens, and a tall dark figure with soft gray hair steps in.

Haitham.

Alhaitham must be here to get his things.

“Kaveh, I apologize for my lateness, I- …have you been crying?”

Kaveh sniffs, and ignores his boyfriend. Alhaitham doesn’t get the hint, and his eyes fall on the bottle of pills.

“Kaveh, what the hell- why do you-“

It clicks. Alhaitham silently grabs the orange canister and the drink. Kaveh feels strong arms wrap around his shaking body.

“Kaveh… love…”

Kaveh whips his head around. “Why didn’t you call?! I thought you’d left me! I- I thought-“

Alhaitham sighs. “My phone died, love. I would never leave you. Listen to me, I swear it on my life.”

Kaveh laughs, watery and shrill.

“My god, I’m an idiot. You’re dating an idiot, you know that?”

Alhaitham kisses his temple. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Can you be safe to stay at home? Will you let me take care of you?”

Kaveh nods into Alhaitham’s shoulder.

“Hey… it’s midnight…”

“Merry Christmas, Kaveh, you dumbass.”

“Merry Christmas. Now kiss me, please.”

—-

VENTI STOPS HIMSELF FROM COMMITTING A MURDER

after kaeya leaves venti and diluc his cat to take care of, things go south fast.

pairings: diluc/venti

art by the amazing @peachtaglia !!

It is December 25th, and Venti Ragdnvindr needs an allergy pill.

He is this close, this close to grabbing his brother-in-law’s blasted cat and hurling it out the window. But that would probably make him sneeze more.

It is a cute cat. A russian blue, 2 years old, named Alexandria, Kaeya had proudly told them when he dropped her off yesterday evening. Venti wishes he’d just brought the cat with him on his trip to the mountains, but the Dragonspine Ski Lodge doesn’t allow pets, and his husband does owe Kaeya a favor.

And so it’s Christmas. 6 am. He should be asleep. Or having a sleepy holiday morning makeout session with Diluc. Or opening gifts with the housestaff.

However, he can’t really do anything at the moment. As there is a cat sitting squarely on his chest, staring into him with its beady little eyes. The Ragdnvindr’s portie, Dvalin, is still curled at their feet. That’s just great. When Venti finally needs a brave guard dog, Dvalin seems to have no problem dozing away. But when he hears a doorbell ring on the TV, he’s ready to rip someone’s head off.

Diluc is still asleep, deep red hair splayed on the pillow beside Venti. His chest rises and falls, peaceful. He’s wearing a gag gift from his brother that reads “I SAVED MONDSTADT AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS SWEATER.” Venti doesn’t want to wake him.

But unfortunately, he sneezes. Diluc grumbles and sits up, sighing.

“Merry Christmas, Ven-“

“Diluc. The cat is going to kill me, Diluc.”

“…What?”

The evil creature yawns, and stretches. Venti shrieks.

“Hon, it’s just a little kitten. Want me to move her?”

Venti shakes his head, and sneezes again. “NO!! Don’t touch it! It’s not safe!”

Diluc roles his eyes and smiles, reaching for the cat.

With a yowel, she launches herself at the couple, claws bared. Venti tries to scream, but instead falls into a fit of sneezing.

By the time they manage to put the cat in her cage, Venti’s nose is red and both him and Diluc are covered in scratches.

Diluc, surprisingly, laughs.

“Well, that was certainly some way to start Christmas. Wanna go back to bed?”

Venti grins. “That sounds lovely.”

—-

again, merry christmas and thanks for checking this out!! so much love and thanks to @peachtaglia @eternal-moss @nickwildelvr @kavehboobs for making stunning art <33

hope y’all enjoyed!!

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📺: the way home - season two

season one recap 🩵

episode one - the space between:

• watching the ‘previously on’ like i didn’t just spend the week recapping it

• thought this was jacob and dell but it’s just another little boy and older lady

• “it will always take you where you need to go.” 👀

• picking up where season one left off. kat and dell were literally JUST healing and now where back to murder boarding

• oh we’re just immediately jumping into the FROZEN pond

• it didn’t work!

• kat you know that’s not how it works !! just get out before you freeze!!!

• oh god now alice is in the pond

• and YEAH we’re BENEATH THE ICE

• ALICE

• KAT DONT YOU KNOW CPR

• CHEST COMPRESSIONS

• oh god alice is back okay

• so much just happened oh my god

• a note for kat on elliot’s door ):

• me and elliot squabbin the next time i see him 😤

• (did anyone else’s school use the word squab around like 2015?? 2016??)

• “if i’ve learned anything these last few months it’s the worst thing to waste is time.” i gUESS!

• now how can a dog time travel 😭 the pond is SICK for that

• “the pond is done with us, allie. we have to be done with it.” we’ll see

• they’re making a pact to stay in the present

• time jump! seven months laterrrr

• hello?? DECODE PARAMORE?!?!

• and kat is jogging through the woods like is this twilight???

• passed elliot’s (still empty) house. hayley williams is right, how did we get here 😭

• ofc kat is listening to decode she’s an emo millennial

• if you think about it this kinda is like twilight. she’s gonna jump off a cliff next probably

• dell landry: bee keeping age!!!

• where’d the horse come from? 🤨

• “hey, boy. who are you?” oh so neither of us know okay

• oh! it’s the last day of school!

• not spencer from school pulling up

• and maybe zoe from school? hard to say

• alice is leaving!? oh going to the states with brady

• “that’s the thing about shared custody, eventually you have to share.” rip /:

• ugh r*chel mention

• “i am screening your next guy! these last two, they’ve been so very disappointing.” LAST TWO!?

• oh she meant brady and elliot 😂

• “brady only disappointed in the later years. we don’t.. we don’t talk about elliot.” yeah still too soon formerly nemesis monica

• lol so new guy leaves (suspiciously 🤨) and kat is like “okay fiiine i’ll take over the herald and hire myself back!! if i must!!!”

• and good for her!

• oh someone’s died 😰

• evelyn goodwin??

• oldest member of the most prestigious (and wealthiest) family in port haven. an institution, dell says!

• linger?more?

• oh elliot has the AUDACITY to send post cards 😤

• yeah, alice you’re right to roll your eyes at him!!

• we’re getting so much landry lore!

• but also more evidence for my jacob is his own ancestor theory

• the landrys were a founding family of port haven with the aforementioned goodwins

• dell talking about HAPPY MEMORIES OF COLTON!!!! 🥹

• we’re throwing a summer partyyyy

• landry ladies kitchen dancing 🥹

• ruined! by brady calling 😤

• oh so kat and alice are on the same wavelength as me. no wonder kat knows so much about her great great whoevers

• they stuck to their word, no pond!

• “yeah, well. elliot’s not around anymore to give us those pearls of wisdom.” “when are you gonna let that go?” no, no. hold that grudge, alice.

• “elliot promised that he would always be there to help, and when we needed him the most […], he bails.” just like the avatar 😪

• can’t help but notice the herald is brighter now that new guy is gone.

• now i know brady isn’t trying to blame KAT for the shared custody thing

• are we ever gonna be introduced to rachel bc now it’s getting suspicious

• “alice is no distraction, she’s the glue” she really is huh 😭

• ooooh evelyn goodwin put the herald in her will???

• kat is going to ✨lingermore✨

• (i’m guess that’s the goodwin estate?)

• “no wonder you turned the herald into a weekly, you’re always here” okay dell kinda ate with that one 😭

• “i’m going up the hill” me: kate bush?

•but also: *eerie music change* “i’m going with you.”

• okay now i’m scared of lingermore

• oh something has Happened here…

• sorry, evelyn saved everything to open a museum and her son was just like “eh oh well. gonna sell.” ??? hate men.

• oooh but now the herald gets it all!!

• now kat has the entire history of port haven at her fingertips! finding jacob has literally never been easier.

• oh something Sinister has Happened here… 😰

• alice! step away from that pond! you promised your mother!!

• oh she’s just coming to say goodbye ):

• girl back up that’s literally how you fell in the first time!!

• oh it’s LITERALLY how she fell in the first time? the bracelet hello???

• i do enjoy that when i gasp now it’s actually stuff i am surprised about

• is dell gonna have flashbacks of her own of this place now?

• she’s just sad about evelyn ):

• you know. this was kinda how dell’s future was looking before kat and alice showed up…

• yeah how is kat supposed to get all these boxes back to the herald

• UM

• why’s this portrait look just like kat 😀

• “MY KATHERINE, 1814” HELLO

• what did evelyn know 👀

• aww the jewelry dish

• we are immediately back to kat and alice keeping secrets from each other 🫠

• she’s a runna she’s a track star 🏃🏻‍♀️

• oh! note’s gone from the door! is elliot back???

• omg he’s back

• “well kat landry!” “oh… elliot augustine…” okayyyy

•god, kat might as well have just said “you look hot” that would’ve been less embarrassing 😭

• (and he does, she was right.)

• why is elliot being weird

• wait. just realized this man LEFT in the MIDDLE OF THE SCHOOL YEAR??? elliot there’s a TEACHER SHORT- wait they’re canadian…. is there a canadian teacher shortage??

• um but still. in the middle of the year, dawg??

• okay elliot when have you ever “imposed” on the landrys be so for real

• omg kat get up girl you are not playing it cool rn

• “i will never understand why she took elliot’s travels so hard” bc they’re besties??? (also bc that’s her stepdad but we apparently are keeping that a secret)

• dell didn’t notice that kat and alice were literally time traveling but she DID clock kat and elliot and that is, once again, so southern of her.

• “i haven’t seen you wear the bracelet in forever! i was beginning to think you lost it.” hehe about that…

• no actually WHY is elliot so… off i’m starting to not trust this… like go back to the caribbean if you’re gonna be like this

• “somebody had a glow up.” lmao rita!!

• “looks like elliot had what the kids call a hot boy summer” RITA!!!

• oh so alice didn’t know about katelliot and is really just mad bc elliot is her bestie!!!

• “and besides, there is no us, really. right?” ELLIOT YOU’RE THE BIGGEST DUMB DUMB THERE IS

• fumbled the bag

• he didn’t even say GOODBYE!? god what is with these men

• “great party, dell.” 😭😂

• “you better get out there and get a lobster before rita pilfers them all” lol okay great callback

• “[the farm] will always be here waiting for you.” 🥹

• fireworks for colton 😭😭😭😭

• flashbacks for everyone 🥺

• i miss colton landry

• ugh how long are kat and elliot going to pretend they don’t love each other

• alice is connecting dots

• colton and baby elliot 🥺 the club house is always there for him to have a space 😭

• “don’t waste any time, kid. because it’s never guaranteed.” and elliot thought that was a joke?? i-

• *branch snaps* “did you hear that?” WHO CAME BACK 🫵🏽

• “i saw that look between you and elliot. are you two together?” alice you’re far too late

• alice you didn’t ruin anything, sweetie 😭

• kinda rude that i grew up an hour from the beach and never went to a summer bonfire beach party in high school. (i didn’t go to parties in hs who am i kidding)

• oh! we’re being haunted by our past! cool.

• an elliot mixtape!!! IN THE CLUBHOUSE

• aww elliot’s here.

• with a STRONG candian ‘sorry’

• oh they met alice after the last summer cookout… interesting

• i thought “traveling” was a euphemism. but he actually meant time traveling lol

• “i’m sorry i didn’t say goodbye. i just knew if i saw you, i wouldn’t go.” OKAY AND WOULD THAT HAVE BEEN SO BAD

• just sitting on the bed nothing crazy

• SCREAMING !!!!!

• grey’s anatomy training 😏

•making out with all for you playing in the background. gonna cry actually.

• elliot apologizing right away 😭 okay there’s the awkward guy i missed

• “i’m not your problem anymore” WHY WOULD SHE SAY THATTTTT

• ALEXA, PLAY EXHILE BY TAYLOR SWIFT

• the sad part is, they could just go right back to how they were. like elliot is so willing to be that sounding board for kat.

• but. he blew it. super hard. complete buffoonery.

• “welcome home.” damn she’s cold

• baby nick!!!

• ugh elliot was gonna make his move RIGHT before kat met brady 😭

• so i guess spencer from school and zoe from school are??? no more???

• alice is still hung up on nick 😭 girl he’s old let it gooo

• why are they making her sing rn

• now look you’ve made her get stage fright again. (it’s definitely not the ghosts of her mother’s past coming to haunt her…)

• kat and dell finally getting the mother daughter relationship they deserve??

• is the house called lingmore or lingermore… i need to look this up

• the subtitles are telling me lingermore. dell’s accent is just thick lmao

• oh! see, dell thought evelyn reminded her of herself too.

• “i wanna build back our relationship. i wanna get to know you again.” yup yup yup 🥹

• kat has also noticed that dell is talking about colton and jacob in a positive light now

• “no more regrets, only resets” dell would kill on facebook

• ugh, i know Something is going to happen and it’s gonna ruin everything we accomplished in this scene

• um why are we back at the “did you hear that” scene 😰

• WHO IS THAT!?!?? 🫵🏽

• colton???? new guy?????? JACOB!?!?!?

• oh my god

• the blurry polaroid!!

• alice and kat sharing their secrets! season of healing!

• kat don’t let her manipulate you like this!

• okay or do. whatever.

• wait elliot send that text 😭 you gotta be the one to fix this, dude.

• neighbor!? who is this man???

• they better not be trying to give dell another love interest 😤

• could be elliot’s dad tho? but i doubt it

• suspicious buyer of the neighboring farm????

• the new buyer isn’t going to lease the fields sooo what does that mean 😅

• dell is going to be losing money?

• AND WHOSE HORSE IS THIS

• don’t tell me that horse jumped in the pond 🤧

• mother daughter pond jump 🤪

• “it’ll take us where we need to go” what could go wrong! 😀

• BABY ELLIOT!?

• has present elliot been LYING to present kat this whole time??????

• if i got sent to 1814- hold up who is that

• not the gun

• HELLO

• grey’s anatomy training (dying in a horrific way)

• um. okay 😀

fin.

#DAWG #watching weekly is going to be soooo frustrating #i need to know what happens immediately 😭#the way home #hallmark

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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You Sure?

Javier Peña x F!Reader

Request by Anon: The slow burn wedding prompt is serving Javi (In reference to This Post)

Warnings: 18+, pining allllll goddamn day

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: If you thought I forgot about Narcos, let me assure you that I’ve done no such thing. Have some good old yearning for Javier

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You didn’t think that he was going to say yes. When the thought had crossed your mind a few days before, you almost immediately wrote it off. But the RSVP has been staring at you from your fridge door ever since and the nagging thought wouldn’t subside.

The worst case scenario, you reasoned, was just him saying no. It wasn’t like he was going to be mad. You knew, though, that weddings were a bit of a sore spot for him. You tried to be cognizant of that. But this was one wedding you really didn’t want to go to alone.

All of those thoughts and more were racing through your head as you sat across the table at your and Javi’s favorite diner. He was perusing the menu even though he always ordered one of the same three things every time the two of you went there. You wondered if he just looked through it out of habit, because it wasn’t like the menu itself ever really changed, either.

“Hey, uh, Javi?” your fingers had minds of their own as they twisted up the napkin on your lap.

“Mhm?” his eyes didn’t lift from the menu.

“I got a favor to ask. And I, uh, I get it if you say no.”

That got him to look up. “Givin’ me an out before you even ask?” he chuckled, “That doesn’t sound good.”

You laughed nervously, “You remember Liv, right?”

He nodded before taking a sip of his coffee, “Yea. Moved a few years ago, right?”

“Yea. She’s, um she’s getting married next month. I got the RSVP in the mail a few days ago,” you paused, but he didn’t say anything, just looking at you intently waiting for you to get to the favor part of all this, “She gave me an option to bring a plus-one.”

He nodded slowly, “Yea? Who’s the lucky victim?” there was a tiny smirk curling the edge of his mouth.

You smiled, shaking your head, “Could be you, if you’re feeling brave enough.”

His eyes widened, “Me?”

“Yea,” you laughed nervously, “Where did you think this conversation was going?”

“Thought you were going to ask me to give you an out from going at all,” he chuckled, “Your whole family gonna be there?”

You sighed, shrugging, “A lot of them. Liv basically lived at our house when we were younger. It makes sense.”

He studied your face for a moment, “Do you really wanna go to this thing?”

“Yea,” you didn’t hesitate as you nodded, “It’s not…it’s not the wedding itself that I’m worried about, or even seeing Liv. It’s just,” you sighed, leaning back in the booth before running your hands down your face, “I know she’s gonna put me at a table with my parents and everyone. Which, again, makes sense. But I also know that I’m not going to hear the end of it if I show up alone to another wedding, especially to a wedding of a girl who was like the daughter my mother wished she had.”

“Hey—” he tried to squash the negative track you were on but you didn’t let him.

“I’m just being real, Jav. We…we both know what it is,” you shook your head, “Anyway, it’s not like you even need to pretend to be my boyfriend. I just, I don’t want to go alone. I’d feel better if you were there.”

He nodded, “Alright.”

Your eyes grew wide, “R-really?”

A smile came across his face, “Yea. You need reinforcements, I’m your guy.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, you couldn’t help the laugh that came out of you, “Oh, thank god. Thank you, Javi, seriously.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he chuckled as he took another sip of his coffee.

That was almost two months ago. You had checked in with him about five million times since then to make sure that he was still okay with going with you, that he still wanted to. Every time, he reassured you. The reassurance was genuine each time, too, not laden with sarcasm the way you had expected it to be. The two of you had known each other long enough, he knew the nerves that this whole situation was touching on with you. He wasn’t above throwing some good-natured digs your way when the situation called for it, but this wasn’t one of those scenarios. So, every time you called, or every time you brought it up when he was having dinner at your place or at the diner, he simply nodded and reminded you that he already had the suit set aside in preparation for it.

“Last chance,” you joked as he put the car in park in the hotel parking lot.

Cutting the ignition, he looked over at you, “You sure you don’t wanna bail on this thing? I’ll turn this back on right now and we can get outta here.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “No, no. I’m good. We already drove all this way, right?” unbuckling yourself, you spoke up again, “Thank you again for this. I know…I know you kind of have to give up your whole weekend.”

“You said there’s an open bar, right?”

Laughing, you nodded, “Yes.”

“Then don’t worry about any of it,” he shot you a wink before opening his door and getting out of the car.

Checking in was easy, and in no time at all you were sliding your keycard into the door of yours and Javi’s room. Pushing the door open, a heavy sigh slipped out of you at the sight of just the one bed. You didn’t particularly care, as a matter of fact if you were being honest with yourself, there was a part of you that was happy about the mix-up. But you didn’t want to get into all of those feelings right now, not when there was so much else going on.

Looking over at Javier, you waited to see his reaction. Setting his suitcase down, he looked over. When he saw the bed, he looked at you, clearly trying to gauge your reaction the same way you were trying to gauge his. He cracked a smile, “You sure you didn’t tell ‘em that I’m your boyfriend?”

You laughed, one type of tension disappearing as a different kind took its place. Ignoring the heat rising in your face, you gave him a light shove, “Shut up.”

“You’re not a bed hog, are you?”

“And if I am?” you asked as you made your way farther into the room.

“Hm,” he chuckled as he began hanging his suit up in the closet, “I’ll get back to you on that.”

You busied yourself unpacking your things. Even though you were only staying for one night, you wanted to have everything out and ready for when you needed it later. You had a few hours to kill before having to head to the wedding. You had originally been planning on trying to take a nap since you had gotten next to no sleep the night before, but the sleeping situation was filling you with jitters all over again and something told you that rest wasn’t in the cards for you at least until you were back home.

You pulled your dress out of your suitcase with a flourish, a smile breaking out across your face as you did. You were too busy looking at it to notice the fact that Javi was blatantly staring at you. He couldn’t pry his eyes off of you. Despite the anxieties that he knew you had about the whole ordeal, you were still finding joy in it. He pretended to ignore the way his heart sped up inside his chest.

He was never much of a wedding date man, for all the reasons that you had been nervous about when you decided to ask him to come with you. If anyone else had asked him, he would’ve said no without any hesitation or remorse. But he couldn’t say no to you about much of anything, let alone this. In no universe would he ever leave you to face things on your own if he could help it. He never had it in him to say that, but part of him thought that maybe it was better that way. What you two had was good—it worked. It worked flawlessly at that. He couldn’t deny the slight twist in his gut, though, at the sight of you smoothing your dress out on its hanger, placing your shoes underneath it.

“Alright,” standing back upright, you brushed your hands along the fabric of your jeans before placing them on your hips, “that’s all done.”

Javi watched as you gave a slight nod of accomplishment before turning around and facing the bed. Taking a deep breath, you let a large, cheesy grin take over your face before jumping and flopping right into the middle of the king-size mattress. Your laughter filled the room and Javi couldn’t help but to laugh as well.

Rolling so that you were laying on your back, you propped yourself up on your elbows and looked over at Javi, “Gotta do it in every hotel room I stay in.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he took his shoes off, “Answers the bed hog question.”

The two of you both faded in and out of sleep while you waited for it to be time to get ready. Something about driving all day was exhausting, and both of you were feeling it. You’d put the television on for background noise despite that even before you fell asleep, neither of you were really paying attention to it. Sometimes you’d stir while Javi was still asleep, passed out with his hand tucked behind his head. You would huff out a quiet laugh before drifting back off, because he could call you a bed hog all he wanted, but at least you didn’t snore.

Javi woke up, managing to pry his eyes open as he registered the sound of the television still playing. He began to sit up when he noticed that your arm was slung across his chest. You weren’t cuddled up close to him, but you were laying on your stomach, one am tucked under your pillow while the other rested across him, your hand sitting just below his collarbone. Pressing his lips into a thin line, he tried to get his still sleep-laden thoughts in order. You looked so peaceful and comfortable, and it almost seemed like a crime to move you, but the two of you were going to have to start getting ready soon.

He carefully lifted your arm off of him and set it on the mattress as he got up and out of bed. Walking around to the other side, he gently shook your shoulder. You groaned lightly as you tried to bury yourself deeper into the pillow, and he had to laugh. Giving your shoulder another firmer shake, he finally woke you up.

“We didn’t drive all this way to be late. C’mon,” he laughed as he pulled the pillow out from underneath you.

Jerking upright, you looked at him, still sleepy and now a little pissed off. Reaching, you grabbed it back, “Only wedding I’ll ever have to be on time for is my own.”

Smacking the pillow out of your hands so it fell back to the mattress, he smiled and shook his head at you, “Let’s get ready.”

You each took turns showering and getting dressed in the bathroom. Javi gave you time and space to do your hair and makeup, trying to pretend that he wasn’t staring as you focused on yourself in the mirror. He’d never seen you on a day when you didn’t look beautiful, but this was different. Everything from your dress to your jewelry seemed to sit so perfectly on you.

When you walked back out of the bathroom after finishing your makeup and hair, you made your way over to slip into your shoes on. As you were pulling the strap over the back of your heel, you couldn’t help but to look over at Javi, who was fussing with his tie in the mirror. He looked as handsome as ever, but you could see the way his face was scrunched in annoyance as he tried to figure the tie out.

“Want some help?” you offered with a laugh as you put your other shoe on.

“I got it,” he paused, “I think.”

Walking over, you stood in front of him as you pushed his hands away, “Before you knot this thing to the point where even I can’t fix it…”

He wanted to argue, but he knew better than anyone that he was hopeless when it came to ties. He avoided wearing them at all costs, but this seemed like the type of thing where one was necessary. Dropping his hands to his sides, he let you work your magic. He watched you as you focused in the strip of cloth around his neck. Your eyes were zeroed in as you worked, and he couldn’t stop staring. You were standing so close, hands brushing against his chest every so often as you adjusted his tie. He wondered if you were able to feel the way his heart was beating out of control.

You fought to keep your fingers from fumbling as you got Javier’s tie in order. How the man had gone this long without learning how to tie his own tie was beyond you, but you had to admit watching him struggle was a little endearing. All the things he could do, and this was his hang-up. The proximity made you weak in the knees, doing its best to distract you. Every now and then you could feel the tickle of Javi’s breath against your skin and you tried not to focus on it. Perfecting the knot of the tie was your main priority right now.

Sliding it into place, you let out a breath you’d forgotten you were holding, “There,” you patted it lightly with the tips of your fingers, trying not to think about how soft your voice sounded, “You’re good to go.”

Neither of you moved for a few seconds, seconds that felt like they lasted for hours. Javi cleared his throat, “Thanks.”

Before either of you could think too much about what it all meant, it was time to head to the ceremony. The venue was nice, not that you expected anything less. It took no time at all to find your family, who had already taken their seats and were waiting not just for the ceremony to start, but for you to show up as well. You had mentioned in passing on a couple phone calls that you were bringing someone, but you hadn’t mentioned it was Javier. You could see the momentary surprise on a few faces, the knowing looks on others. You weren’t sure which made you more nervous as you slid into the row where they had saved you each a seat.

“Was starting to think you might’ve changed your mind,” your mother remarked as you tucked your purse underneath your chair.

“Well,” you shrugged, “here we are.”

Leaning forward, she looked past you and over to Javi, “It’s good to see you again, Javier.”

He nodded, reaching and clasping her hand in his own for a brief moment, “You too.”

“Very kind of you to accompany my daughter to this.”

You groaned inwardly, hating when she talked about you like you weren’t sitting right there. Javi could see it all over your face, too. He shook his head, “I’m more than happy to go just about anywhere with her,” he rested his hand on your knee for a moment before pulling it away. The warmth from his touch didn’t seem to fade, though.

More likely than not, there were some choice comments resting on the tip of your mother’s tongue. She didn’t get the chance to say any of them though as the music started and everyone stood up. You were thankful for the reprieve—it meant that at least for the next half hour or however long this ceremony ended up lasting, you were off the hook.

It was a nice ceremony. Or, at least, Javi assumed that it was. His focus was more on you than it was on the couple standing in front of everyone. Maybe that was wrong of him, but it wasn’t like they were ever going to find out. He watched you watch everything unfold. There was a soft smile on your face, and he could see your eyes getting glassy despite the fact that you had told him time and time again that you weren’t going to cry.

Impulse took over and he reached, resting his hand on your leg once more. The contact snapped you out of your trance and you looked over at him. You weren’t sure what you were expecting to see, wondering if his willingness to come with you was going to turn to regret once he had to actually sit through a wedding ceremony. But there was the tiniest hint of a smile on his face as he stared at you. You knew that Javi wasn’t the type to get teary at weddings, but you could see something in his eyes, an emotion you hadn’t ever seen there before.

You raised your eyebrows slightly, silently conveying your question. He gave a small shake of his head in response, smile growing a little wider as he gave your leg a light squeeze. You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to keep your giggle inside your chest. Placing your hand over his, you intertwined your fingers and squeezed his hand before forcing yourself to pay attention to the ceremony again.

Your eyes might’ve been looking at the happy couple getting married in front of you, but your mind was consumed with thoughts of the man who was currently sitting next to you. The heat bleeding from his palm through the fabric of your dress felt like it was coursing through your whole body. Even in your peripheral you could see when he was looking at you, and it made your heart flutter each time.

The ceremony came to its natural end, everyone standing and clapping for the newlyweds as they made their way back down the aisle together. There was a warmth in your chest as you clapped, happy tears still in your eyes.

Your mind was going at a mile a minute until you felt a hand on the small of your back. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Javi looking at you intently. You could see it in his eyes that there was something that he wanted to say, but he wasn’t sure if it was the time or the place. It felt like his touch was about to start burning through the fabric of your dress, but even if it did you wouldn’t have cared. You placed your hand on the outside of his bicep, giving his arm a light, reassuring squeeze. The tension melted out of his shoulders and a smile appeared on his face, one that you couldn’t help but mirror. People started making their way towards the reception hall, but you knew that the party was the last thing on either of your minds.

#narcos #narcos netflix #narcos fanfiction #narcos netflix fanfiction #javier peña #javier pena #javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier peña fanfiction #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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chlosmovingcastle · 9 months

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for the @thehauntedair starless sea sweaterverse event!

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“Hello! Welcome, nice to… see you again” I say as Kat and her girlfriend enter Zachary and I’s shared apartment, “What are you wearing?” Kat is dressed as Santa, while her girlfriend has a Grinch onesie on. "It's fashion, Dorian. Thats what we're wearing. Fashion." Kat says, posing with a smile.

Every year since Zachary and I met, we've hosted some kind of ‘Friendsmas’, which he later explained to me is a ‘friend Christmas’. It started as a way for us to celebrate Christmas while in the Harbor, surrounded by Mirabel, The Keeper, and whichever cats felt like joining us, but over the years things have changed, so now it is just us, Kat, and her girlfriend, Van. “It's called Holiday cheer, dumbass” Kat replies with a smile. “Well, shall we get this party started?”

We gather in the living room and start dividing up everyone’s gifts. Some for Kat, some for Van, some for both of them and vice versa. Every year Kat buys Zachary and me something matching as a gift for both of us. It kind of became a tradition for her, to see our reactions to some ridiculous thing that definitely should not have a matching counterpart. Every year, I dread that gift. “This year,” Kat says, sorting the gifts for Zachary and me into 2 different piles “I did something different! I didn't get you guys anything matching!”

Thank. God.

Hours have passed, and we are finally down to the last few gifts. “Dorian, this” Kat says, pushing a poorly wrapped ball of paper towards me, “Is your last gift. From me at least. Well, Open it!” Kat says cheerily. There are only a few things Dorian thinks it could be, but over the years he has learned to expect the unexpected, especially when it comes to Kat. Slowly, I peel the Baby Yoda-covered wrapping paper mess away from the gift and... Oh god. What. The. Fuck

“Katrina Hawkins, what the fuck is this?” I ask Kat, holding up the sweater and turning it around for Zachary and Van to see.

“That's amazing!” Zachary cackles loudly, while Van and Kat stifle their giggles.

“It's a sweater, silly! I saw it and thought it looked exactly like you two so I had to get it, and Zachary hates knitted sweaters but they fit your whole” Kat points at me, up and down “Vibe you've got going on so I got it for you!”

“You're so right that's definitely us!” Zachary says, tears of laughter brimming in his eyes. “Im the Dragon and Dors the… Bear?”

“If you like it so much you can have it” I throw the sweater at Zachary, “It's the worst thing I’ve ever seen. And I once walked in on The Keeper post-shower. Ugh,” I shiver. “It's actually dreadful! Horrendous! Unacceptable!” I say, adding a shitty Lemongraab impression to the end of the sentence, something I've unintentionally done ever since meeting Kat. “Where did you even find this? The 6th circle of hell?”

“That doesn't matter! Stop being a sourpuss and try it on!” She says, taking the sweater from Zachary's lap and tossing it back to me.

“Absolutely not.”

“Yes, you absolutely will. That sweater was 45 dollars!”

“You spent 45 dollars on this? It's horrific! I can't even tell what the white animal is supposed to be! And in what world would a Dragon and a Bear-Cat thing even be friends? And hold hands!”

I realize while speaking, that I'm fighting a losing battle.

“Ugh. Fine. I’ll put it on. But I want the receipt.”

I look at myself in the bathroom mirror and can't help but let out a laugh. I will admit, I don't hate the sweater entirely. I mean it's awful, but it is a pretty color. Maybe if I wear it backwards it'll be better for everyday wear?

“Ready yourselves!” I call from behind the bathroom door. When I come out of the bathroom, Zachary, Van, and Kat are sitting in a semi-circle like a group of kindergarteners with their hands over their eyes. “Open your eyes in 3, 2, 1”

“That's absolutely incredible” Zachary laughs.

“Oh my god” Van giggles

“What a strapping young lad! It fits you great!” Kat says with a smile. “Maybe since you clearly love it so much this is a good time to tell you I donthavethereceiptanymore” she says the last part quickly, hiding her face between her hands.

Oh my god. I'm stuck with this sweater.

“I need another drink”

#the starless sea #tss #the haunted air #van is named after van from yellowjackets bc i love her #idk how i feel about this but its fun so whatever lol #chlosmcwrites

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cosmicjoke · 1 year

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I’m dyin’, bro. I’m dyin’. God damn...

So... I got to the part where Lestat returns to Gretchen in the rain forest in South America, and I sincerely mean it, I don’t think I’ve ever been more messed up by anything I’ve ever read. This just eviscerated my heart. Everything I’ve been saying in every post I’ve made about this book up until now seems confirmed and to reach it’s climactic, tragic conclusion here. I’m just devastated.

Of course, this had eerie and heartbreaking similarities to Louis’ encounter with Babette from “IWTV”, when he reveals himself to her finally, after helping her for so long, and her reaction to him is one of total fear and horror. The same exact thing happens to Lestat here with Gretchen, and it’s just... I don’t have the words.

This whole scene is such an awful, breathtakingly sad affirmation for Lestat of all his worst beliefs about himself, this affirmation for him of his monstrosity, of his evil.

The way it plays out, with Lestat once again having visions of Claudia, laughing at him, telling him how he’s going to hurt Gretchen, and him begging her to leave, swearing he doesn’t want to hurt her at all, it feels genuinely like Lestat is suffering from post traumatic stress. The way he keeps seeing the hospital he took Claudia from so long ago, the way he keeps seeing Claudia herself, and envisioning her laughter and her condemnations of him, it’s like shell shock, like he’s suffering flashbacks of this traumatic moment, haunted by his own sense of guilt and horror at what he’s done, at what he is, at this thing he’s chosen to once again become.

But just... Gretchen’s reaction to Lestat, the way he tries to tell her who he is, to implore with her to believe him, that he was telling her the truth, and just to see her recoil from him, and call him a liar, just this total, horrific rejection from her of him, I just... can’t believe how tragic this was. Because it’s like the confirmation of this belief in Lestat that to be what he is, to be who he is, is to be unloved. That to be who he is is to be alone. She sees him in his true form, and she hates him, she reviles him. He had this woman’s love, and now she’s utterly repulsed by him, and terrified of him, and sees him as a demon and a devil. It’s so fucked up. It so fucking sad.

The imagery of Lestat holding out the money to her, trying to give it to her to help with her mission, was one of the saddest, most heartrending visuals I think I’ve ever read.

“I’m here, Gretchen. I’ve come to thank you. Here, let me give you this for your mission.”

Stupidly, I reached into my pockets; I withdrew the lucre of the Body Thief in thick handfuls and held it out, my fingers trembling as her fingers trembled, the money looking soiled and foolish, like so much rubbish.

“Take it, Gretchen. Here. I twill help the children.”

And then this fucking part, after she keeps questioning him again and again as to who he is, despite him trying over and over to tell her...

“Lestat, whom you nursed in your own house, Gretchen. Gretchen, I’ve recovered my true form. I came because I promised you I would come.”

I could scarcely bear it, my old anger kindling as the fear intensified in her, as her shoulders stiffened and her arms came tightly together, and the hand clenching the chain at her neck began to shake.

“I don’t believe you,” she said, in the same strangled whisper, her entire body recoiling though she did not even take a step.

“No, Gretchen. Don’t look at me in fear or as if you despise me. What have I done to you that you should look at me that way? You know my voice. You know what you did for me. I came to thank you-”

“Liar!”

“No, that’s not true. I came because... because I wanted to see you again.”

Lord God, was I weeping? Were my emotions now as volatile as my power? And she would see the blood in streaks on my face and it would scare her even more. I could not bear to look in her eyes.

And then she starts really railing against him, and again, this whole section just screwed me up man

“Gretchen, don’t be afraid of me. In the name of truth, look at me. You made me promise I would come. Gretchen, I didn’t lie to you. You saved me. I am here, and there is no God, Gretchen, you told me so. From anyone else it wouldn’t have mattered, but you said it yourself.”

Her hands went to her lips as she drew back, the little chain falling loose so that I saw the gold cross in the candle’s light. Oh, thank God, a cross not a locket! She stepped back again. She could not stop the impulsive motion.

Her words came in a low faltering whisper:

“Get away from me, unclean spirit! Get out of this house of God!”

“I won’t hurt you!”

“Get away from these little ones!”

“Gretchen. I won’t hurt the children.”

“In the name of God, get away from me... go.”

“... Go out of this house. God himself protects it. He protects the children. Go.”

“In the name of truth, Gretchen,” I answered, my voice as low as hers, and as full of feeling. “I lay with you! I am here.”

“Liar,” she hissed. “Liar!” Her body was shaking so violently, it seemed she would loser her balance and fall.

“No, it’s the truth. If nothing else is true, it’s true. Gretchen, I won’t hurt the children. I won’t hurt you.”

And then finally, when Gretchen bolts out of the hospital past him, and Lestat again sees the apparition of Claudia, and she says to him

“I told you you would hurt her.”

This almost violent rejection from this same woman whom Lestat had spoken so deeply with on philosophy, on God and goodness and redemption. Her telling him there is no God, and him saying to her here how it only mattered because a person as good as her would say it, to give him that kind of hope in goodness without God, without there needing to be a larger purpose than the act itself, this same woman who cried at his parting from her before, who wanted so desperately to see him again. And now when he shows her his true self, she just flat out calls him a devil and a liar and wants him away from her. She turns once again to God to save her from him.

Like, damn, just the rejection upon rejection upon rejection Lestat goes through in this story is really, really hard to take. Because with each instant of it happening, you can see it sinking him further and further into this belief of his own monstrosity, his own unworthiness of love, his own evil. It’s almost obscene to watch him go through this level and this amount of rejection, especially when you know, more than anything else, that it’s Lestat’s loneliness and isolation that hurts him above all, that it’s that very loneliness which drove him to such reckless actions throughout this story to begin with, this awful, overwhelming belief of his that he’s this monstrous, unlovable thing, that the very nature of him, of what he is, drives everyone he loves to despair, or destruction, to to simply leave him... it just... it’s so painful. It’s so, so painful.

And this negative self-image that just keeps getting over and over ground into him by seemingly everyone he loves, we see manifested too in Lestat’s thoughts as he observes Reglan James, before he recovers his body from him. That he shows so much compassion for this person who took so much from him and put him through so much suffering is in itself heartbreaking.

The creature took no notice of me. Indeed, I soon realized he was taking no notice of anyone. There was something almost poignant in the way he sat there, face slightly uplifted, apparently enjoying this dark and fairly ordinary and certainly ugly little place.

He loves it here, I thought. These public rooms with their plastic and tinsel represent some pinnacle of elegance, and he is silently thrilled merely to be here. He does not even need to be noticed. He takes no notice of anyone who might notice. He is a little world unto himself as this ship is such a world, speeding along so very fast through the warm seas.

Even in my fear, I found it heartbreaking suddenly and tragic. And I wondered had I not seemed the very same tiresome failure to others when I was in that shape? Had I not seemed just as sad.

He was looking heavenward as he stood there, and once again he seemed lost in pride and in contentment, loving the wind and the darkness, perhaps, and swaying just a little, as blind musicians sway when they play their music, as if he relished every ticking second in that body, simply swimming in pure happiness as he stood on that spot.

The heartbreaking sense of recognition passed over me again. Did I seem the same wasteful fool to those who had known me and condemned me? Oh, pitiful, pitiful creature to have spent his pretanatural life in this of all places, so painfully artificial, with its old and sad passengers, in unremarkable chambers of tawdry finery, insulated from the great universe of true splendors that lay beyond.

Only after a great while did he bow his head just a little, and run the fingers of his right hand slowly down his jacket lapel. A cat licking its own fur had never looked more relaxed or self-indulgent. How lovingly he stroked this bit of unimportant cloth! It was more eloquent of the whole tragedy than any other single thing he had done.

Peace to the happy Queen Elizabeth 2, I thought, and than again, I knew why the Body Thief had loved her, and hidden himself within her, sad and tawdry though she was.

After all, what is our entire world to the stars above? What do they think of our tiny planet, I wondered, full of mad juxtaposition, happenstance, and endless struggle, and the deep crazed civilization sprawled upon the face of it, and held together not by will or faith or communal ambition but by some dreamy capacity of the world’s millions to be oblivious to life’s tragedies and again and again sink into happiness, just as the passengers of that little ship sank into it- as if happiness were as natural to all beings as hunger or sleepiness or love of warmth and fear of the cold.

I rose higher and higher until I could no longer see the ship at all. Clouds raced across the face of the world below me. And above, the stars burned through in all their cold majesty, and for once I didn’t hate them; no, I couldn’t hate them; I could hate nothing; I was too full of joy and dark bitter triumph. I was Lestat, drifting between hell and heaven, and content to be so- perhaps for the first time.

Lestat too of course has always tried to drown out his loneliness and pain through indulgence in finery and luxury and experience, has tried to express his love through bestowing wealth and gifts upon those he loves, only to again and again face their rejections. Within the first few nights of him becoming a vampire, he gave Nicki and his own family wealth and comfort. He poured money into the theater he had worked at and later on, gave as much money as requested to Armand and his coven. He splurged and spoiled Claudia endlessly. And here, again, he tries to give Gretchen money as an expression of his love and gratitude. And in every single one of these instances, he’s faced, it seems inevitably, with their rejection, with their hatred, with their disdain.

This last line of chapter 24

“Good-bye, Gretchen,” I whispered.

And then I was gone, free and alone, into the warm embrace of savage night.”

This says it all, really. Free and alone. Lestat couldn’t sacrifice the freedom of being himself. But to be himself, to be free, again, means to be alone, means to be forever without companionship. He thinks of himself a wasteful fool, and a tiresome failure as he looks upon Reglan James in his own body, his own form. He thinks that must be what he seems like to the others whom he’s loved. That what he sees when he looks at Reglan James must be what others see when they look at him.

Someone said in the tags of one of my last posts that this story is a study in self-loathing, and that’s exactly what it is. It captures all the anguish and tragedy of what it is, to hate oneself.

And the loneliness Lestat experiences from that feeling can only be described as profound.

#Lestat De Lioncourt #The Tale of the Body Thief #The Vampire Chronicles

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2022 in writing

whoops, i wrote this at the end of december, put it in my drafts, and forgot about it. this is my seventh year writing a recap and i just read through all of them again. part of me thinks, "it's been 7 years and i haven't accomplished a fraction of what other writers have in that same time." but then the other part of me remembers 1) other writers are on their own path and working at their own speed, and 2) it's unfathomable to me how utterly mentally fucked i used to be. and i mean, i'm still mentally fucked but at least i'm working on getting better. the point is, i had a different starting line than others.

anyway, it's a new year and that means it's time to think to myself for the 7th year running, "dear god when am i going to publish a book." every year i think, this is going to be my year! every year it isn't.

overcame the worst writers' block i've ever had

"overcame" is making it sound more dramatic than it was. i went on a medication that fucked with my brain and then went back off it. but i worry that when i think back on 2022, i'm not going to remember all this cool stuff i did, i'm going to remember how utterly miserable i was for six months. how terrifying it was to feel like someone else was living in my body. i wrote a little bit about it in october's newsletter.

some of this post i've copied over from my newsletter.

but also i have to acknowledge that when i came back to writing, it felt like my brain had been totally rewired and i feel capable, creatively, of about 10x more than i used to be capable of. i'm still trying to articulate what changed and why.

published some things

“shut up and kill me” -- featured in issue 41 of Barren Magazine. the editor who chose it said it was his favorite of the 700+ submissions they received. very happy this weird story has found its home. please heed the warnings!

“coping skills” -- featured in issue 1 of Flossy Lit Mag, a magazine my friends started and which has some great work in it already.

("not if, when" was published january of this year, so it'll go in next year's update)

published other people's things

in 2022, ofic magazine published 33 prose pieces and 3 art pieces! over half of what we accepted came from not yet published authors and you have no idea how happy that makes me.

won a grant

i’m very very excited to say i won the Barbara Deming Memorial Fund grant to help offset the travel expenses of the residency i attended! i’ve been applying to this for years and it’s amazing to have been awarded it. the judges had a lot of lovely things to say about my work and it was a big confidence boost.

did a residency

i spent a month in beautiful Wyoming at the Jentel Arts residency. i met some wonderful artists, got a lot of work done, and had an amazing time. definitely the highlight of my year.

made the top 10 of a big contest

i submitted "Not If, When" to a screenwriting website hosting a prose contest, and out of what seemed to be a lot of submissions, i was a top 10 finalist, and now my story is being pitched to production studios to see if they want to buy the film/tv rights. i've also had a few phone calls with hollywood people wanting to talk to me about my work (i'm still confused about that) and i think they've gone well. no idea what the endgame is here though.

ran other workshop

i intended to run two fanauthor workshops but i only managed one, because of the whole "just gritting my teeth trying to stay alive" thing. but the one i ran i think went really well!

coaching/editing is my job now

i didn't think too much of that until i met with my thesis advisor to get caught up and she was like, wow that's the dream. and she invited me to be a panelist for the annual publishing symposium at my alma mater.

i'm not getting rich or anything, but i've picked up enough commercial copywriting work to make ends meet.

applied/submitted to a few places

totals:

11 residencies (8 rejections, 2 rejections with encouraging feedback, 1 acceptance)

4 publications (1 encouraging rejection, 3 acceptances)

1 award (1 acceptance)

2 screenwriting-ish contests (1 rejection, 1 finalist placement)

this has been far and away my most successful submission year. 6 major wins!

wrote 421k words

what's extra wild about this word count is that ~400k of it was across 6 months. from january 1 to june 16, i wrote only 22k words. and then from june 17 to december 31, i wrote the rest. and for the finished works, this doesn't include their respective trash docs (where i put everything i cut from a story). if i add in those, it's an additional ~90k.

year over year word count comparison:

2022: 421k

2021: 183k

2020: 375k

2019: 430k

2018: 450k

2017: 150k

2016: 343k

2015: 250k

2014: 311k

nine year total: 2,913,000

& other stuff

i really advocated for my mental health this year and i'm super proud of that. i mean dealing with my brain was basically a full-time job and i've come to accept i'll be spending my entire life micromanaging my own head, but for now things are okay

unfortunately i got a diagnosis that wasn't what i expected, that seems mostly correct, and which i'm having trouble accepting

i moved into an apartment with my best friend and it's going really well so far

the only travel i did was to missouri to visit family, and to wyoming for my residency

2022 goal recap (from 2021)

sell a book any book dear god -- got close, but nope

finish a draft of a new novel -- big nope

get an apartment -- yep! and it's great

publish 3 issues of OFIC -- yes and i'm very proud of them

publish 12 newsletters -- no, published 5 newsletters

run a successful Fanauthor Workshop -- yep! 2 sessions out of my goal of 4

write a proposal for a fanfiction craft book -- no, but i talked to my agent about it and now we're working on it together

write a script (pilot or feature) and submit to contests -- yes but it was Bad and i've gotta, you know, make it not bad

2023 goals

these are going to be remarkably similar to last year's, considering it's all just stuff that's been set in motion.

SELL A BOOK

finish a new novel (it's february and i've already kind of done this, but still putting it on here)

publish 4 issues of ofic mag

publish at least 6 newsletters

build the 2024 ofic press catalogue

apply for nonprofit status

run 4 workshop sessions

submit nonfiction proposal

build a script portfolio (feature, pilot, spec)

find a healthy balance between writing and living

annual thank you!

despite how badly i derailed for the first half of the year, i'm really grateful to fandom, readers, and all the friends i've made here for your support and encouragement, without which i wouldn't have been able to do any of this.

prior year recaps: 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2020 | 2021

#writing update #2022

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full fic masterlist 2

most of these are over 1000 words, stand on their own, and are posted to ao3. any major warnings will be stated. apparently tumblr only allows 100 links per post, so here’s the second list. i imagine there will be more.

cleanse me with fire ‘cause I am the prodigal daughter ch 1 ch 2 [ao3]

an apple somewhere (in somebody’s eyes) [ao3]

your touch was a dream (your absence a nightmare) [ao3]

why does my heart cry (feelings i can’t fight) ch1 ch 2 [ao3]

how long will I need you? (as long as the seasons need to follow their plan) [ao3]

but you're tracin' every line of my tattoos (wastin' all our time in your bedroom) [ao3]

i found myself a cheerleader (always right there when i need ya) [ao3]

call up all our friends (go hard this weekend) [ao3]

does anyone know where the love of god goes (when the waves turn the minutes to hours) [ao3]

so wake me up when it’s all over (when i’m wiser and i’m older) [ao3]

i’d sell my own bones for sapphire stones (’cause blue is your favourite colour) [ao3]

the more that i push him away (the more that he’s stuck in my brain) [ao3]

sit with me (in the silence) [ao3]

you give me cause for love that i can’t hide (for you i know i’d even try to turn the tide) [ao3]

candy crush [ao3]

starboy [ao3]

though i may speak (some tongue of old) [ao3]

little shoes, little socks (please, kill me, i’m serious) [ao3]

i sit by myself (talking to the moon) [ao3]

that’s my best friend (if you need a freak) [ao3]

don’t you worry about the distance (i’m right there if you get lonely) [ao3]

cat and mouse for a month (or two or three) [ao3]

that’s what you get (for waking up in vegas) [ao3]

did i mention (that i’m in love with you) [ao3]

he’s told us not to blow it (’cause he knows it’s all worthwhile) [ao3]

romeo, romeo (wherefore art thou romeo) [ao3]

i know it’s pretty stupid (but i’m much too shy to tell him) [ao3]

i’m gonna buy you flowers (and hold your hands) [ao3]

when the working day is done (girls just wanna have fun) [ao3]

you break down my walls (with the strength of your love) [ao3]

you with the dark curls (you with the watercolour eyes) [ao3]

you’re from a whole ‘nother world (a different dimension) ch 1 ch 2 [ao3]

now will it matter (after i’m gone) ch 1 ch 2 [ao3]

pullin’ pigtails [ao3]

if the sky comes falling down (for you) there’s nothing in this world i wouldn’t do [ao3]

good luck charms [ao3]

taste test [ao3]

and if i may just take your breath away (i don’t mind if there’s not much to say) [ao3]

as the world (as my world) caves in [ao3]

you got my heart (you got my mind) ch 1 ch 2 [ao3]

it started with a whisper (and that was when i kissed ya) [ao3]

he was a skater boy (he said see you later boy) [ao3]

what’s the worst that i can say? (things are better if i stay) [ao3]

they’ve got the bad boy (on the run) [ao3]

ain’t no river wide enough (to keep me from getting to you, babe) ch 1 ch 2 [ao3]

we’ll play nintendo (thought i always lose) [ao3]

when does a ripple become a tidal wave (when does the reason become the blame) [ao3]

so, darling (save the last dance for me) [ao3]

shots of patron (and it’s on) [ao3]

you’re the most presumin’ dog (that a human could know) ch 2 [ao3]

brought you to tears again (we are the very hurt you sold) [ao3]

summer dreams, ripped at the seams (but oh, those summer nights) [ao3]

let the stars keep you here (many decapheobes more) [ao3]

i’ve said too much (you promise i can’t ever say enough) [ao3]

how shall i win back your heart (which was mine) [ao3]

no one knows (how hard i tried) [ao3]

however big, however small (let me be part of it all) [ao3]

i know it’s only human nature (to survive) [ao3]

if we can count on you (scoubidou) [ao3]

but someday i’ll be perfect (and i’ll make up for it all) [ao3]

how can i help it (if i think you’re funny when you’re mad) [ao3]

at the same time i wanna hug you (i wanna wrap my hands around your neck) [ao3]

don’t leave me like this (i thought i had you figured out) [ao3]

made my decision (to test your limits) [ao3]

to ten million fireflies (i’m weird cause i hate goodbyes) [ao3]

and i’ll be lmho with the rest (’cause idk what’s coming next) [ao3]

maybe when i’m older it’ll all calm down (but it’s killin’ me now) [ao3]

i want your drama (the touch of your hand) [ao3]

by your side (i’ll be with you) [ao3]

so go on let the rain pour (i’ll be all you need and more) [ao3]

and the words are stuck in my throat (but you hear them anyway) [ao3]

i wanna dig in your heart (take away your hurting) [ao3]

and you know that i know (that i can’t live without you) [ao3]

hands gripping my collar (fingers twisted in my hair) [ao3]

tonight all the monsters gonna dance (we’re comin’ to get you) [ao3]

hey soul sister (i don’t want to miss ya) [ao3]

if you promise not to cry (i’ll tell you just what i would say) [ao3]

seeking faith and speaking words (i’d never thought i’d say) [ao3]

i should be playing in the winter snow (but i’ma be under the mistetoe) [ao3]

my ballerina (sway me side to side) [ao3]

if i say jump, you just say "how high?" i think you might love me to death pt 2 pt 3 [ao3]

you and me (and the kid makes three) [ao3]

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