Hey OUAT writers remember when you killed a beloved member of Storybrooke’s community and it had emotional consequences for our protagonists and made Henry believe good can’t win against evil and he needed to be “good” for Regina in order to “not upset [Regina] anymore” so people wouldn’t die??? So she wouldn’t kill more people? And how this death traumatized Emma and made her romantic issues/relationship fear even worse to the point where years later she’s afraid to completely enter into a new relationship with a man who loves and respects her? (And this is after the revelation that he gave up his literal home for her) And that his true cause of death was never discovered nor given retribution for? His last day he finally got his control back, to be his actual self, to make his own choice and be free from his abuser, and he dies because his abuser can’t stand not having power over him, and she dares to call her control “love.”
For one moment, one beautiful moment, he was free, but no one saw it. And then the next moment he was murdered, and he never got Justice. And now he’s buried and forgotten while the people who respected him, the same people who feared his abuser, call her “Good.”
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sometimes you gotta lure your overly-studious ravenclaw gf into spending time with you 🥰 📚
( from 'Every Teardrop is a Waterfall' by Kat_12739 on ao3, GO READ IT!!! the first story is about seb falling sick and still pushing himself/not admitting he's sick until he ends up in the hospital, the second story is about the birth of seb and clora's daughter and seb's reaction to clora almost dying in childbirth, and the third is about dealing with a fussy newborn lewis😭🥹THEY'RE SO GOOD AND SWEET AND SOMEWHAT SAD (not to mention beautifully written) so go check it out!!💖💖 )
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been thinking a lot abt fwb!gojo today.... this is his first time ever doing this kind of a thing btw. i do not think he sleeps around AT ALL. but with you, he just... you start off as very good friends but then it keeps escalating – you start sitting closer and closer, your thighs always touching as you lounge on the couch. his hands seem to always find your waist in public, your seem to be in his hair more and more. and the thing is... satoru isn't all that good at deciphering his own feelings. he isn't entirely sure what this is; the butterflies in his stomach whenever you laugh at his jokes, the warmth that spreads under his skin whenever he sees you bend over. it's weird. he doesn't know what to do.
so, when one night you inch closer with your hand on his thigh, he lets you. he welcomes you with open arms. you ask whether it's okay or not and he lets out a shaky yes, his cheeks burning with something new, his eyes low and heavy as he stares at your lips. you feel so good on top of him, your body flushes to his and he thinks about how perfect this is. how much he likes it. the night is like a wet dream for him, something he's always dreamed off but when you leave the bed and hop into the shower without giving him a kiss, he doesn't even know what the weight on his heart means. where it comes from. he doesn't ponder over it for too long though as you step outside the bathroom in a shirt way too big, his shirt. he watches you get dressed and hums when you joke about his bed hair. he thinks you look gorgeous. he doesn't ask for you to stay – if this is what you want, to leave without the desire to continue your adventures from the last night, then so be it. satoru wants you to be happy. you tell him it was good and that you'd like to, perhaps, do it again and he can taste you on his tongue when he says that he feels the same. satoru will take every crumb you'll give him with a smile on his face. he won't complain and he won't ask for more, not yet at least. for now, he'll be completely and utterly at your mercy, a lapdog for you to play with whenever you so desire to do. a selfless kind of love.
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