#screaming cryinf HELP

[hazybisou]

good news: adam IS A DUCK!! FOR SURE!!

bad news: bedard is going to chicago (gonna fucking jump off a cliff like kermit)

[emichevy]

Guys I’m not dead I swear plwa

[duckymcdoorknob]

Oh god do NOT look under this cut

T content shit under the cut oh god oh fuck

I JUST GOT TO THAT SCENE IN SHIPPUDEN AND GOD FUCK I WAS SCREAMING WHY AM I ONLY LEE FOR JIRAIYA FBSJBEJCBSJDB HELP HELP HELP HELP-

“Why, I’m gonna tickle you of course.”

DONT SAY IT LIKE THAT IM GONNA DIE-

[actuallymichael]

And this is the moment, I guess, when I decide that I can’t care less about anything else tonight, I can’t care less about blogs or the internet or films or what people are wearing, and yes, yes, I am going to have fun, I am going to have a good time, I am going to be with my one and only friend Michael Holden, and we are going to dance until we can’t even breathe and we have to go home and face our empty beds. So when we start jumping upand down, smiling so ridiculously, looking at each other and at the sky and not really at anything, Morrissey singing something about shyness, I really don’t think things could be so bad after all.

[ask-steven-stevenson]

woe. your child standing ominously behind you be upon ye. he actually has intentions of scaring you so you feel two hands on your back before you just hear....

RAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!

//@the-flys-buzz (he gets to be silly as a treat❤️)

[[HELP CRYINF]]

[[Anywho! Steven probably fucking SCREAMED and jumped </3. Only to SPIN around to face William. His mood quickly changed from slight anger to a much more softer mood. Aka. Fatherly aura ✨.]]

“Ah. Hello. How did. You sleep…-“

[He’s slightly embarrassed. As in, he adjusted his suit sleeves.. Teehee, you scared the hell out of Steven]

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

In My Arms

First posted: September 22, 2019

Focuses on: Bruce Wayne & Tim Drake

Favorite bookmark: “This is so soft and sweet I'm cryinf"

Second favorite bookmark: "This one makes me feel very fragile. Christ."

Tier: In my top 10 across all metrics

This is my “behind the scenes” series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.

This started as a birthday gift for @audreycritter and was, I will admit, extremely targeted, as it was inspired by a song I knew she knew and was also baby-related. My gifts are blessings and also weapons.

As I mention in the notes, the title comes from this song.

Find the time traveler. Fix the timeline. Go home. Maybe not an easy set of to-dos, but a simple set nonetheless. A complete set. Nowhere was there listed an option to join a gathering of Gotham’s elite.

In my usual way, I only give a vague handwave to the inciting incident for this fic in the fic itself. There's a time traveler. They're up to something nefarious. Bruce has to go stop the plot, whatever it is. Don't know, don't care.

It's not important. All I needed was a strawman of a reason to send Bruce back in time and—and this is important—to note that what he needed to do was resolved before the fic even started. No matter the temptation, Bruce is not going to peel off an uncompleted mission.

Technically, it was a fundraiser. Technically, he was invited. Un-technically, he was breaking every rule he had ever created just by stepping foot in the building. ... Technically—he was back to this again—Bruce reasoned that he wasn’t in the party but several corridors away.

I am emperor of technicalities when needed. A meticulous understanding of and undermining of a set of rules is so helpful when wriggling one's way to a goal. Of course Bruce would be the same way. And I do love that this is the one time where he uses his cunning for selfish means.

A girl no older than sixteen stood in the center of the nursery. She paced back and forth, bouncing slightly on her toes as she went. The child in her arms was not mollified, and even from his position in the doorway, Bruce could read the mounting stress on the girl’s face.

Crying babies are such a stressful thing if you're not one of those people with the magic touch. I am not. This is why I prefer preschoolers. Also, speech is so helpful. And potty training.

I am not a baby person, if you cannot tell.

Bruce Thomas, you idiot.

If you're not full-naming yourself, are you even really in trouble? I genuinely think Bruce spends as much of his time exasperated as himself as everyone else does.

Bruce had very little of his children from before they had come into his life. 

I enjoyed in the paragraphs that followed this sentence trying to puzzle out what he would have had, or not had, and why.

Hi, came the whisper from deep beneath his ribs. I know you. Tim didn’t stop screaming. If anything, he grew louder now that he had a new, direct target for his frustrations. “I hear you,” Bruce assured him as he began to pace the room. “It’s alright, sweetheart, I hear you.”

I like not making the younger versions of characters a weird shrunken-down version of themselves but still making correlations and playing to a theme. Tim, as he grows, needs to know that he's heard, and Bruce needs to be able to tell him so. Screaming with aggressive eye contact is also very baby and not Tim specific but feels well-correlated with who he grows up to be in regards to Bruce.

He cupped the back of Tim’s head and stroked the soft, downy strands as he continued to walk. Babies weren’t wholly unfamiliar to Bruce, but neither were they a subject in which he could claim expertise. He had missed the babyhood of all of his children, every last one of them.

Really, that's all this fic is, my campaign to Give Bruce Wayne A Baby.

As soon as he sat, the baby braced his hands against Bruce’s shoulder and pushed back, small body wobbling as he arched his back to get the distance needed to study Bruce’s face.

This was based off a specific child, but I can't for the life of me remember who I would have been interacting with at that age in 2019.

Bruce didn’t spend a lot of time mourning over what could have been—there was too much to regret and too much good to lose—but it would be untrue to say he was never wistful over the prospect of what he couldn’t have. Tim learning to walk. Tim learning to run. ABCs and shoe-tying lessons, skinned knees and bedtime stories. For all that Bruce had experienced, there was so much he had missed.

This was important to me, this bit and the paragraphs afound it. Balancing Bruce's wistfulness while still making it clear that it wouldn't have made things better or made him feel differently about Tim if he'd had the experience of raising Tim from infancy. More time wouldn't be better time just because Tim would be little and cute. It would just be more time and that in itself would be better, because it would be more time with someone Bruce loves.

Tim blinked at him. Bruce chuckled and ran a finger down the bridge of his tiny nose, then caught his breath as Tim’s tear-streaked face bloomed into a smile. Bruce wondered if it were possible to die of happiness.

LET!!!! BRUCE!!! BE!!!!!! HAPPY!!!!!!!

Also, that last line is specifically a paraphrase of Jane in Pride and Prejudice 2005 laughing with wonder, "Can you die of happiness?"

“Goodnight, love.”

I've said it before and I'll say it again—Bruce alternates between sweetheart and love because his parents used the former and Alfred used the latter.

“Golly, Bruce, don’t drown us in details,” Clark teased.

I just want to note that Clark is being deliberately hokey here and doesn't go around saying golly, except of course when he does. But it's with PURPOSE.

Bruce didn’t stop. Ordinarily, he would have spent a few more hours in the Watchtower, writing his report while the details were still fresh in his mind and spending time in the company of his team. He did like them, secretly, and he thought most of the knew it, even if he hid it well. (Clark knew, and Diana was no fool. The others were up for debate.)

As close as I'll ever get to describing JLA dynamics, probably. But the point here is Bruce! is on! a mission! He's got ta GO.

Though still and silent, the Manor was fuller than it had been in some time, and Bruce’s rounds took longer than usual. He didn’t mind. 

I don't remember who specifically I plucked the fanon from that Bruce does nightly rounds on all his kids, but he absolutely does because 1) it makes sense, and 2) it's what my parents did and they weren't even anxious vigilantes. (as far as you know.)

“Goodnight, love.”

I couldn't figure out how to wrap with fic at first, but seeing in the multiple echoes did the trick.

And people still read this fic! And like it! Incredible. I didn't expect it to have the resonance that it did.

[dragonselkie]

AAAAAAAA THE HAIKYUU MOVIE WAS SO GOOD

SPOILER WARNING

THE MATCH WAS SO WELL DONE

KENMA AND KUROO’S MOMENTS. TINY KUROO. KENMA’S THANKING KUROO FOR GETTING HIM INTO VOLLEYBALL. I LOVE THEM SM

KENMA AND HINATA’S COMPETITION OMG. THE TENSION THE STAKES. KENMA FIGURING OUT HOW TO CUT HIM OFF AND KAGEYAMA BREAKING THE CAGE OPEN FOR HINATA AAAAAAAAAA WITH THE JUMP KAGEYAMA WAS HELPING HIM WITH

TSUKISHIMA’S MOMENTS WITH KUROO PLZ I LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC SO MUCH KUROO IS SUCH A GOOD TEACHER AND A LIL SHIT AKAJKAS

TSUKISHIMA SAYING ITLL BE YAMAGUCHI TO BEAT HIM???? WOWOWOWOW

SO MANY POINTS FELT LIKE MATCH POINTS AND HOW LOUD THE IMPACTS OF THE BLOCKS / SPIKES WERE IN THE THEATER WAS SO COOL

THE SCENE FROM KENMAS PROSPECTIVE BEFORE THE MATCH POINT WAS SO GOOD AND THE LAST POINT JUST BEING CAUSE OF A SLIP IS ALSJSKSJS WTF MY HEART

SOBBING CRYINF SCREAMING IM ON THE FLOOR I WANNA WATCH IT AGAIN

[thearchivistswilltolive]

THIS SONG! fuck. i’m cryinf. I know the end. wow phoebe bridgers you sure do get me. I hate this so much (lie. this is an amazing experience)

I love the contrast between the first half and the second. there’s so many amazing sections to it.

in the first, it’s slow, and sad, and there’s a huge sense of regret and nostalgia. a nostalgia that hits you in the chest and makes you miss your childhood even though you never enjoyed it while it was happening.

it’s confused, and calm and so so sad. “close my eyes, fantasise, three clicks and I’m home”

“you had to go I know I know I know, like a wave that crashed and melted on the shore” the person she’s missing’s departure felt inevitable, but she reminds herself of this bc she’s resolving her feelings through convincing herself that it’s ok. she compares the relationship to the troughs and peaks of waves that begin from nothing and grow so big and meaningful then fall back into nothing leaving with a sense of question as to whether they were ever there.

“not even the burnouts are out here anymore” is about the concrete nature of the apocalypse or whichever disaster is happening in the song. the burnouts are always pictured to have nowhere else to go, so if they aren’t present you know for sure that it’s serious.

“out in the park we watch the sunset, talking on a rusty swing set” evokes feelings of childish hope and joy through the imagery of the park and the swings, but also of an end of something through the sunset, and of the ruining of something that used to be nice, like the picture of the rust. it feels very mature somehow, like watching something beautiful coming to an end.

“after a while, you went quiet and I got mean” mistaking silence for rejection, and trying to avoid it by rejecting first. it feels like human nature and it hurts.

“I’m always pushing you away from me but you come back with gravity” trying to push someone away maybe because you don’t want to get hurt or because you think you’re not good enough, but the person will always come back because they have to and it’s destiny.

“and when the sirens sound you’ll hide under the floor but i’m not gonna go down with my hometown in a tornado” others being afraid but feeling like you have nothing to lose and running back to places you once loved.

then there’s those gorgeous rising strings that bring in the next section:

“went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips” trying to find meaning in life through the beginning of life itself, something bigger than ourselves, fiction and fantasy being better than reality. finding yourself disappointed by the fantasy, finding nothing that means anything as you were always going to.

“windows down, scream along, to some america first rap country song” showing that she doesn’t care anymore and that screaming like this is a form of therapy, and it’s not like anyone is listening anymore anyway.

“big bolts of lightning hanging low over the coast everyone’s convinced it’s a government drone or an alien spaceship” shows the intersection of fantasy (the lightning) with reality (the coast), then the conspiratorial ideas of those around her about what they are shows the panic surrounding the apocalypse in question. everyone rushes to a fear inducing idea because it can help distract them from the terrifying reality (fear of god)

“either way, we’re not alone” this references the aliens, not being alone in the universe, and also the government drone, showing the government watching everyone. It also references the fact that everyone is supposedly going through this together, but that everyone still feels alone.

“i’ll find a new place to be from” feels like a rejection of the place you grew up in, because of the vibe of the place itself, the people you were around or the memories you have of it afterward, perhaps tainted by poor memories. saying goodbye to a place that used to mean a lot

“a haunted house with a picket fence” a place filled with fear that is glorified and acts like it is perfection. the lies of suburban towns.

“to float around and ghost my friends” running away from those you love and ignoring them in an act of self preservation. feeling like other people are doing important things and you’re just “floating around”

“the billboard said the end is near” the state of the world as we know it and the way it tells you everything is over making existing fears feel much worse. it’s difficult to ignore feelings when they are presented at you externally as well as mentally.

“I turned around, there was nothing there” the world being destroyed as we speak. things you thought existed but maybe they never did. maybe you dreamt it.

“yeah I guess the end is here” accepting it eventually, even though it feels so against your core beliefs.

and, eventually. my favourite, the screams. the sheer exasperation. it’s fear, it’s anger, and loss and it really feels out of place with the perfectly written song. it fits a lot with the themes though. it’s like you’re finally losing it after being so coherent and complete. like trying that hard has it’s negative side effects.

[goldenspecter]

Not sure if you're done answering questions but I have SO many more my brain won't let me Chill

How are you doing??? Two years id a loooong time to work on a fic, did you think it would get this far?? (And, I hope you're having fun with it!)

Will we see any other POVs besides Big Raph?

Lastly: in reference to your last answers, MID SEASON 3???? (Insert little moose man from Once Piece scream/cryinf) HOW LONG IS RAPH GOING TO BE THERE??? MY BABY BOY

I'm still taking questions always happy to get them! Keep sending in questions, I'm more than happy to answer them!

How am I doing? Um I'm definitely here, and alive, so I guess I'm okay!

Two years is a long time to work on a fic, part of it is burn out, which isn't the fun part. But to answer your question, let me put it like this: back when I originally conceived the idea and started doing outlining it back in 2020, I thought each chapter would be 3-4k words long and I thought that I would have MULTIPLE chapters out by now. I had ten chapters outlined that based on the belief I would do 3-4k; the original 3-4k is like a 1/3 of the length the chapters are now. It wasn't until I started writing the first three chapters in December 2020 and throughout the next two months but it just kept building up and I kept checking my word count going, "Huh, no way is it that many words, but I'm still not where I need to be, so its not done. Gotta keep going."

Two years and five chapters later, I thought I would be way further. Hubris humbled me REAL fuckin quick! But in addition, I think the time I spent not working on it has been helpful, especially in the way I wrote/interpret some characters and some ideas I have for it now as those wouldn't have happened if I were to ya know, wrote "on schedule" or wrote more often.

Also, I had NO idea that there would be so many humorous/comedic scenes or moments, that is also very different from when I originally conceived it. But I kinda like it like that, I think that makes the writing stronger and more interesting to consume narratively.

(But believe me I am having fun! I am having fun poking around with ideas and concepts for the fic)

"Will we see any POVS besides Big Raph's?"

-Not sure at this moment, his alters will appear again at some point, so we'll definitely get to see them. However, I don't think that's what you meant, POVs from other characters? It's possible but not definite, I want to and have some possibilities as to who for a chapter or two(maybe not even a full chapter) but that's not decided until I'm at the keyboard and actually writing it, as well as if it'll fit in narratively.

"How long is Raph going to be there?"

-Planning on him being there long enough to at the very least celebrate a birthday! The summary did say he's there for a long term stay

[pixiecaps]

I HAVE RHIS DREAM THAT IM HITTING MY DAD WITH A BASEBALL BAT AND HE IS SCREAMING AND CRYINF FOR HELP AND MAYBE HALFWAY THROUGH IT HAS MORE TO DO WITH ME KILLING HIM THEN IT EVER DID PROTECTING MYSELF!!!

[saetoshis]

do u have any selfship hcs you’d like to share? i’d love to see them! i like seeing ppl i follow scream about their favs JASKSJSA

EEEEK AAH ur so sweet HELP !!!@# CRYINF I LOVE WHEN PPL SEND ASKS LIKE THIS AAAAH !! under the cut are my main ships: yoriichi, muzan, hakari, n phinks !! mwah mwah

[‹ YORIICHI ›] moshiichi!

yori's the sweetest to me !! his love language is acts of service [also sometimes words of affection ehe], so i always catch him doing things for me like chores, or if i say that i'm hungry for some particular thing, he just quietly goes and makes it for me as a surprise >_<

he can't fall asleep unless he's cuddling me at night, even if it's just his hand on my waist, he needs to be touching me to feel comfy enough to sleep. if i stir in my sleep at all or wake up in the middle of the night, it's like he has a sixth sense and he'll wake up with a dazed little "everything okay? need something? i'm here for you" through suuuper cute tired mumbles

calls me 'love' or 'darling' most of the time, just super praising pet names !! when he hugs me he always gives me a kiss on the forehead and with a super sweet look in his eyes. he also reallyyy blushes when i call him 'yori', it's so cute >_<

[‹ MUZAN ›] muzoshi!

my main ship !! as bitter and curt as he is, he's actually a little bit of a softie underneath >_< his love language is def acts of service too, but he won't admit it [he doesn't believe in the whole love languages thing]. if i want a hug or affection, he'll always resist at first but he eventually caves in when i grab onto him ehe.

but if he ever finds me crying or when something really goes wrong, he taps into a super protective side and immediately asks me "did someone do this to you?" he gets so mad for my sake, he truly cares deeply but he doesn't let it show in conventional, normal ways

muzan isn't really a fan of affectionate terms or pet names, most of the time his pet names/affectionate terms are just some form of "you're mine". vv possessive and protective man, the type to grab me and hold me tight when he sees anyone looking my way in public. i'll always jokingly call him "mumu" and he always looks at me in disgust, but after a while he just started to accept it >_<

[‹ PHINKS ›] moshinks!

phinks' love language is absolutely quality time, sometimes physical touch too !! he loves going out on dates and taking me out to show me off >_< he's always teasing and poking fun at me, the banter is NEVER ENDING - it's never ever boring with him, he's always making elaborate surprise plans and keeping me busy

he's also super protective and he can be aggressive sometimes, but deep down he's just a super soft guy !! he's a big fan of playing video games with me, his favorite is just dance on those old ass wii consoles. he stumbles around and gets WAYYY too into it, such a cute little loser

he's always calling me "pretty thing", but he'll call me "honey bun" or "sweet pea" or something generally obscure and suuuper cringey as a joke just to see my reaction, phinks is just a big meanie loser >_<

[‹ HAKARI ›] hakaroshi!

hakari's love language is physical touch 100%, he's always got his hands on me or his arm around my waist. it's like he can't go over an hour without touching me >_<

he can be protective, but at the same time.. he's so confident in himself and our relationship that he just lets me go out and have fun as much as i want. he doesn't see other people as a threat 'cause he's just so rightfully cocky about himself

like phinks, he also really likes calling me "pretty thing" or just "baby", and he lovesss loves cuddling so much. he's always got his hands on me at night or when we're just watching tv. he'll look at me with a cute little grin on his face as he watches my reactions. i call him "kinny" a lot, which he loves >_<

that's all from moshi !! i might update this more later, but yeah these are my big ones mhm mhm !! THANK U FOR READING AAAH giving u a big kiss if u got here !!

[yetdevout]

IM BEYOND SPEECHLESS OH MY GOD HELLO VRGA VIN AND AVIOR IN ONE AUDIO IM CRYINF. AND THEN VEGA AND VIN BOTH COMING FOR MOORE AND VIN DOING EVERYTHING IN HIS POWER TO SAVE FL FROM DISTRESS AND HARM. THE VIN/FL MOMENTS ARE A DIRECT IF A LITTLE DIFFERENT IN CONTEXT AND SITUATION PARALLELS TO THEIR SITUATION DURING THE INVERSION WHERE GAV WAS WILLING TO DO ANYTHING TO KEEP PRIME!FL OUT OF HARM'S WAY. IMC RHIROF HELP I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANYTHING TO POST I JUST CAN'T

- ris ("pet" / "human you care for" hhngghfk im having feelings i cant express right now forgive me for screaming into your inbox as usual)

AAAAAHHHHH RIS ITS FANTASTIC THE ENTIRE VIDEO IS EVERYTHING I COULDVE HOPED FOR VIN IS SO PROTECTIVE AND HE CARES SO MUCH. VEGA CARES IN HIS OWN WAY AND IS SO POWERFUL AND ANDNSJDNS I LOVE THIS FUCKING VIDEO DUDE ITS ONE OF MY TOP TEN FAV

god i love the implications of imp!vin and imp!vegas relationship. someone said “big brother vega” and i’ve been thinking about that since LAST NIGHT

[orchidbeesystem]

sometimes i wonder if anyone would ever save me. i always have to end up saving myself. there is no one there to hold my hand or to help me distract myself by setting up a movie or to give me a hug or to tell me that everything will be okay. it feels like im screaming and shouting into nothingness hoping someone would give me even a tiny bit of affection. no one bothers to even text me first and i know none of them actually care about me or even how im doing. i need even the bare minimum. i receive nothing. i always have to depend on myself and the others in the system and i wonder how long it would take for them to get tired of me too. im shaking so violently and crying. i cant stop shaking and cryinf im so fucking tired and i dont know how much longer i can do this for im reachinf my lmiti but im too physically tired to do antrhinf about it

[pikkukarvinen]

screaming and cryinf and crying and screamkng why are old people the rudest people alive 😩today i went to help an 80 year old woman clean her house and she looked at me and said ew

[tojisun]

I would like to bill you for the next few years worth of my therapy sessions after reading how we break. I live in the US so healthcare coverage is shit.

Ok but for real tho my heart broke for y/n and everyone involved. Nobody was a bad person, it was just a situation where heartbreak was inevitable. But like, at least toji still has someone, but y/n lost everyone. And poor Megumi, just a kid, but he hates seeing someone he loves leaving and the guilt he feels for something that’s not his fault—

That ending was perfect though, because like, the most unlikely element to this angsty, sorrowful story is GOJO, the human furby with a larger than life personality, making an appearance, and yet it’s weirdly perfect?? Does gojo know right away that y/n is the one? Does he approach her right away while she’s discussing her breakup with her ex (an objectively bad decision but one that is also in character w him). How does their relationship start? How do they grow closer and fall in love?? Sorry for bombarding you with questions!!

GENUINELY CRYINF WHEN YOU MENTIONED US COVERAGE AHDJWKLE HELPP

but thank you so so much for liking the fic!!

and yes!! it’s a shit situation that pitted two people whose love are just vastly different.

toji loved you, but his love ran out. and you love him, but it’s a love not meant to be.

the relationship was beautiful and your time as a family with megumi is a blessing in its own right, but it ended and that’s that.

megumi, himself, would know what it meant losing you. he may be young and his mom may have returned, but when neither of his biological parents were there to take care of him, you filled in the spaces.

megumi may not be your blood but you loved him as dearly, and no one will ever take that from megumi.

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and yes!!! gojo’s appearance is much needed!

i am SCREAMING at you calling gojo a fucking long furby fuck i think i have a pic of that hold on-

okok op said no repost so i can’t repost ofc but here’s the link pls give a like to the beauty of long furby gojo hdhshsnab

satoru would not know you are the one, mostly because he does not know what love is. no one’s ever taught him what love is or even showed him love.

friendship is different because, yeah, he wants to hang out with you the same way he feels for suguru and shoko but he doesn’t want to smash his lips on theirs. i mean he experimented with them, sure, but he never felt such a strong pull as he does with you.

his heart had beat so fast when he saw you, but he doesn’t know why. and when gojo satoru doesn’t know what the fuck is going on in his body, he does what any normal person wouldn’t do: he goes to the damn hospital.

suguru tells him he’s got a crush but gojos don’t get crushes (they’re not allowed to) so satoru doesn’t listen to him and visits the doctor. suguru and shoko are there for support (and to tell him “i told you so” when the dr marks his heart burn as love sickness), and as always, suguru and shoko are right and satoru’s wrong.

satoru, in all his shining white haired menace glory, doesn’t know how to cope.

but that’s fine. it’s to his stumbling affection that you both relearn what love is. together.

ok but back to answering your ask:

￫ when he met you at the diner, he actually does approach you. it’s more of a “hi, what’s your name?” situation that kickstarted his crush.

￫ he usually lacks social cues (blame the way of his upbringing) but he’s also not dense. he knows you and toji are going through something.

￫ also, shoko and suguru are his voices of reason. they help him through his feelings for you.

to be honest, i was going to leave how yn and satoru’s relationship started to the readers but here’s a vague rundown of what i imagine (it doesn’t have to be this way, it’s just what i think happened):

￫ after the scene in the diner, it takes a month before you two meet again. you meet at the cafe close to jujutsu high.

￫ it was afternoon, satoru’s classes have long ended and his friends have departed for the day when you came in, eyes studying the shop in amazement.

￫ satoru freezes from where he sat, throat immediately parched even as he’s sucking on his milkshake.

￫ you meet his eyes. for a moment, satoru’s afraid that you wouldn’t recognize him but then you send a smile his way and satoru feels sweetness flood him whole. it was far better than all the desserts he just devoured.

￫ you were about to walk to a different table when satoru beckons you to his. when you sat down and exchanged greetings, he helps you order. it’s a secret menu option, one that you absolutely liked.

￫ he asks you why you’re in the area. you tell him you were just looking around, but in reality you were there because you do not want to go home and you do not want to return to the diner. satoru knows you are lying but he does not probe.

￫ this is how you guys start meeting. once a week, you come to the shop, smiling every time you see satoru waiting for you.

￫ sometimes suguru and shoko are there, sometimes it’s just the two of you. either ways, it’s always fun hanging out with satoru.

￫ once, satoru asked if you want to do something else other than eat at the cafe, but he’s still in school and you do not want any scandals or issues so you say no. satoru reluctantly agrees, thus you two spend the year in the tiny cafe, trying out all their menus and secret menus.

so you see, life with satoru was mundane but not boring. he craved normalcy (craved what it is to live just to live, and to love just to love) and he found it in you. the humanity coursing though your veins ground him, and satoru realizes that he’s never felt more alive until he met you.

in a prev ask, i answered that this is how you will know you are in love. and you will not regret confessing to him.

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AAHHH NO DONT BE SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK!! I ENJOY READING YOUR BRAINWORMS AND RESPONDING TO THEM!!!

i dont know if ive managed to answer your questions right, but hopefully i did!!

[torydarixs]

MY BROTHER'S READING NOVEMBER 9

i'm cryinf because have you seen the amount of annotations i'd made in that book?????? poor guy has to listen to the echo of my voice screaming inside his brain while he tries to read the book like a normal person 💀

KAJSHDF HELP you remember my cousin??? the one who you briefly talked to on instagram? (i'm so sorry about that by the way he is an absolute embarrassment)

so i gave him ugly love which he further gave to his closest friends to read and his friends were all like "bruh these annotations your sister wrote are killing me" I CAN'T ITS LIKE THEY KNOW WHO I AM THROUGH MY BOOKS I'M GONNA HIDE