#bittersweets

A shared space, where we hold hands and together traverse a universe made with love and tenderness.

Someone who I can tell all my secrets to, and despite me being a nervous bean. I can laugh and twitter anxiously, but still be brave enough to speak my truths.

It's silly, and a possibly hopelessly romantic dream, but who knows?

If it happens, or if it doesn't,

I have realized that I am not sitting around and waiting for connections anymore. I am not acting like a lonely doll on a shelf waiting to be acknowledged. Waiting to be given space and validation. Waiting. I am weaving, and creating in the now, and gosh-- I am so proud of myself. The loneliness that is in my heart, has spurred writing and stories that have manifested and grown exponentially.

My own little universes, and the characters that I have created, many of them are what keep me going everyday.

Is it silly to see ocs as friends?

They have been my refuge since I was very little. The lines of conversations running in my head. Talking to a someone that only exists in my conciousness and my heart. Funny enough, some of the best uplifting words I have gotten was from just chatting with a particular character and listening to their advice. It's like a little pocket of self love has taken the shape of a person.

Head in the clouds?

Probably

But gosh I am so thankful for it. When lonliness holds tight and fast, I have so many places I can go to ease the edge of it.

★ pairing: fushiguro megumi x gn!reader ☆ word count: 355 words ★ genre: fluff ☆ author’s notes: POV - you’re me. and i’m sorry for that.

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You stare at the long, slender extent of Fushiguro's fingers, wrapped around the ceramic coffee mug that Gojo-sensei got for his birthday last year. His nails were neatly trimmed, and it looked like he took care of his hands really well, considering that they look more feminine than yours.

Well-defined knuckles, delicate fingertips, and a slim wrist — your eyes explored each line and curve that drew those perfections into life. A flushing color crosses the expanse of your cheeks as you notice the swelling veins on them.

It was all until his hand moved to set the mug down the table when you realized you weren’t being discreet in your gawking. He calls out your name in a calm, neutral tone.

You must have looked crazy, you think to yourself.

“Yeah?” You nervously respond.

“What’s wrong?” His eyelashes curiously fluttered.

“Nothing. Just thought your hands are pretty.” You averted your gaze away, glancing at the earthy color of your beverage instead. You take a sharp inhale, the wisp of coffee bringing a spark of pleasantness for a moment.

“Really?” He asked, stretching his hand across. “I thought they were just normal.”

You hold out your own hand next to his. “No. They’re a lot more beautiful than just normal.”

“Are you talking about your own hands?” He teasingly smiles.

A small pout protrudes from your lips. “Mine are rather unattractive, not like yours.”

He stays quiet for a while before gently taking grasp of your fingers on top of his palm, glancing at them momentarily before speaking, “I think they are beautiful though.”

“What.”

He brings his lips to the edge of your knuckles, pressing a tender peck, keen eyes steadily gazing into yours.

“You heard me.” He mutters to your skin, planting another smooch, this time, a bit more quick, trailing kisses to the end of your fingertips.

“Yeah, I did.” You murmur, flustered, covering your eyes with your other hand.

Once he takes a good look of your expression, a sheepish smile graces those rosy lips of his. “Good.”

That morning was one hell of a scenery about pretty hands and coffee.  

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Antoinette Robertson

Facts

June 26, 1993

American actress

Filmography

Coco [Dear White People: 2017-2019]

Melissa [The Haves and the Have Nots: 2014-2017]

Lynly [Hart of Dixie: 2013-2014]

Emily [Bittersweets: 2011]

Appereance

black hair

curls

brown eyes

1.72m

Roleplay