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hxnbi · 23 days

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「 THEIR LOVE LANGUAGE︱PART TWO 」

synopsis: the ways that they show their love

— characters: inumaki toge, itadori yuji, fushiguro toji, geto suguru

— contents: fluff, comfort, angst, gn reader

part one | masterlist

INUMAKI TOGE ➽ physical touch and quality time

Physical touch and acts of service go hand in hand for him. Unless you found words like tuna, salmon, and other ingredients "romantic," with not much ability to communicate with words, he does everything in his power to make sure that you know he cares about you. And that means showing his affection through actions—thoughtful actions and spending quality time with you .

Toge might surprise you with your favorite snack when you're feeling down, or he'll quietly support you by being there when you need him most, offering a comforting embrace without a single word. Sometimes, it's how he instinctively reaches out to hold your hand as you navigate the crowded streets of Tokyo or the gentle touch he offers when you're lost in thought in the classroom, only to offer you a bite of his onigiri he was holding.

The small gestures and simple acts make you enjoy being by his side day by day and the little things that matter to him. To be able to hold your hand and spend time with you brings him immeasurable joy in his quiet world. During quiet moments between classes or late-night study sessions at Jujutsu Tech, Toge craves your company, and you're more than happy to skip over to his dorm room and share in the simple pleasure of being together. Your laughter rings out freely in his presence, and the warmth of his smile reflects just the depth of his adoration for you. Those sparking eyes of his looking directly at you and only you are enough to make anybody feel like the third wheel. On missions, Toge's protective instincts kick into overdrive. Toge knows he's strong, and so he does everything to shield you from harm. Even if that means latching onto you like a koala, refusing for you to walk alone.

But beyond the physical, Toge's love language extends beyond the time you both spend together. Whether engaged in conversation or simply enjoying each other's presence in comfortable silence, every moment shared with you is treasured beyond measure. Activities like watching a movie together are silent, but not uncomfortably so. There would be times when you ramble on about while Toge nods and occasionally pipes in with a "salmon" or "tuna." He tries to limit that, as every time a word exits his mouth, you immediately pinch his cheeks and ask him to say something more.

Your relationship wasn't one that could be described in words, but that's all okay. Because you didn't need it.

ITADORI YUJI ➽ physical touch & words of affirmation

Yuji is a heart-on-his-sleeve kind of guy, straight up. On countless occasions, he would be spouting on whatever, whenever expressing his emotions in the form of words and physical touch. He does all this just to let you know that he truly cares and that you are the only one in his heart. Yuji is unapologetically honest about what he thinks and is not above engaging in PDA. And so, he is all over when it comes to you. Quite literally.

It was the kind of feeling where you get butterflies in your stomach whenever Yuji is showering you with his affection. You made him dinner? Well, he's going to make sure that you know that it was the tastiest meal of his life. Have you achieved something? Sure enough, Yuji's going to tell you that he's proud of you. People would often say he could come across as a bit—extremely—clingy in the eyes of the general public, but you didn't mind it all. You knew who Yuji was, and it made you all the more happy that he wore his heart so openly for you. Yuji expresses his love and appreciation by using uplifting and positive words of praise.

"I feel like the luckiest person alive to have you by my side!"

"Whenever I'm with you, everything just feels right."

"You have no idea how much you mean to me..."

All the while, your face would be flushed red as the other first and second years snickered at the brazenness Yuji had. Countless times, he would call out your name, only to then shower you with compliments and affirmations, his voice ringing with sincerity and pure adoration. He refuses to rest until he knows and has heard all that he has to say about you, his most cherished companion, even if that means making everyone else's ears bleed.

Wearing his emotions on his sleeve also meant that, in his most vulnerable moments, his feelings were laid bare for all to see, especially you, the one who knew him the best. Yuji could never hide it from you. But that didn't matter to you. Just like how Yuji would always gush forth utter floods of affectionate words, affirming his love and admiration for you, you would do the same.

You comforted him, patting his head, holding him close to your chest, and telling him that it was all okay. Yuji would constantly pour out his heart to you, and you did the same. In times of comfort, you knew exactly what to say to cheer him up, your words a soothing balm to his broken soul. In your arms, Yuji found solace, sanctuary, and warmth from being by your side. He drew closer until his ear landed right over your chest and your heart, his own heart beating in rhythm with yours. And as he pressed his forehead against yours, his love for you radiated through every touch, every embrace.

None of this was his fault, you would tell him, all the while as you both held each other in your arms.

FUSHIGURO TOJI ➽ acts of service & gift-giving

Like father, like son. Toji is incredibly nonchalant, just like his son. Despite his often aloof demeanour, he still has a keen sense of observation and sharp wit. He approaches situations with a laid-back attitude, rarely showing any outward signs of concern or stress. Much like Megumi, he prefers to keep his emotions guarded in a box, only revealing glimpses of his true feelings to those he trusts. Yet, beneath that cold front of his was just a man who wanted to live his life and, in his own questionable ways, protect those he cared for, traits that he undoubtedly passed on to his son.

The man is gambling half the time, but it isn't without a reason. While he has stopped his excessive gambling ever since meeting you, there’s only one exception to that, and that's you, of course. While practically his entire savings goes into gambling and betting alone, he does it in hopes that he can bet enough money to buy you an expensive gift. A strategy that only works 50% of the time, but it's the effort that counts, you suppose.

He's an aloof, carefree man, but as snarky as Toji is, he still cares, just in his own way. He's not the type to initiate physical affection by wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. However, it doesn't mean he'd push you away if you approached him for a hug. In fact, he'd willingly let you draw him in, allowing your form to rest against him for as long as you need.

There wasn't much romance going on for Toji, admittedly. He's a man who makes a living using what he knows to survive, for better or for worse. Toji is not above throwing hands. Anyone who dared to lay a hand on you would face his wrath, no questions asked. Whenever he's around, he's like your personal bodyguard. His mere presence by your side is enough to deter anyone from getting too close within a five-foot radius. Toji is undeniably protective, though he rarely shows it overtly; instead, he exudes a gruff exterior.

He's made a lot of enemies over the years, but he'd be damned if any one of those cockroaches ever exploited his 'weak spot'—you. While he may not have always been able to protect those he loved in the past, you were worth every effort. His small acts of service—such as standing by your side—spoke volumes, no matter how violent they may seem. Despite his tough exterior, he'd still find ways to express his affection, even if it meant clumsily shoving gifts into your chest, eliciting laughter from you at his awkwardness in doing so. All his past actions result from his spite towards the jujutsu world, but that is no longer his primary concern now, not even himself. Anyone who says shit to you, he's already on it, making sure they never speak again.

SUGURU GETO ➽ gift-giving & physical touch

Unsurprisingly, this man also has a decent amount of money. After all, being the leader of a religious group has its perks. He has cash, and he is not afraid to use it. He's more than willing to spend some money in exchange for your happiness. In fact, he's all for spending it on his lover. Gift-giving isn't necessarily materialistic. These gifts, though simple in nature, show you that you are special to him. Every gift was thoughtful and personal, and each and every one of them felt familiar; you have seen them while touching some products but not buying them, hinting at your desires in passing conversations. Or even just eyeing a shop from the outside while walking by. Some were even as simple as receiving your favourite snack after a bad day.

But being the leader of a religious organization also meant that he was always busy with something. Several times, you would be sleeping alone in your shared home, only to be woken up hours later in the middle of the night, seeing that Suguru had just returned home. He, of course, would apologize for waking you, but you didn’t mind at all. Because when he comes home, he's all yours. Immediately after entering through the front doors and seeing your face, Suguru would wrap his arms around you, holding you close to his chest. He misses you. He misses you more than you know.

He can't always be around you due to his work, and you know that and understand his reasons, but that doesn't stop him from giving you gifts. There would be times when you would feel a necklace suddenly being wrapped around your neck by Suguru—a handcrafted necklace that he picked up during the instances when he would be walking home after a long day at work, knowing it would complement your style perfectly. Even miles apart, he'll send you handwritten letters filled with heartfelt sentiments and reminders of his love.

For a man who, like Gojo, who, at first glance, is very much the epitome of a charismatic and proper young man, there's also another side of him that craves a sense of security. Suguru felt caught in an endless cycle of exorcism and consumption. For years, he simply couldn't be happy. So, to be able to somehow find even a piece of that happiness in the form of his lover made his heart feel warm. After what life has given him, or rather—cursed him with—just being able to be at your side, holding your hand, felt like a sanctuary. You would be at his side while he was doing his paperwork, at the next chair over, or playing with his hair. In a way, it's therapeutic for both of you to destress and unwind from the long day and be beside each other, relishing each other's company and comfort.

He's incredibly insecure about the complications of his past relationships—so to have you by his side, knowingly, he cherishes that with you. There is nothing he wouldn't do for you.

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the-s1lly-corner · 11 months

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How they react to you telling them you're pregnant

Obligatory reader is afab but like most of my posts they're gn/gendered pronouns aren't used

Slenderman;

Cue the confusion

Pregnant?

Surprised more than anything, he didnt think that he could get you pregnant considering you're both different species

And also he didnt think he was fertile; at least not in the normal sexual reproduction way

Kinda just

Accepts it

Now do I think he would be a good dad?

Maybe? He wouldn't be horrible or absent, but some human things are still foreign to him, including raising a child.. so hes probably going to need a decent amount of guidance

I feel like he'd also be a helicopter parent? He already watches you like a hawk, he'd probably start doing the same with his kid as they get older

"Hey (kid name) who's that tall white boy following you??" "Oh that's my dad"/j

Becomes more protective of you during the pregnancy and the weeks after

Takes it in stride tbh

Splendorman;

Pause

Before you start to worry he scoops you up

Also thought it wasnt possible, but is hyped when he finds out the news

He WILL pamper you... may also dip into overbearing territory, though

He just doesnt want you or the baby to get hurt

He says goodnight to the bump later on in the pregnancy tbh

Oh you know hes gonna be decorating their room and giving them loads of toys

Would be a good father but may dip into unhealthy habits

This dude struggles with toxic positivity imo, so that's definitely something that's gonna need to be addressed

Laughing Jack;

Okay obviously ALL of them are probably going to be sat down and told the news, but Jack is gonna need the most talking to given that he probably doesn't grasp the gravity of it

He KNOWS what pregnancy is, he KNOWS what a baby is; but he doesn't know the intricacies of pregnancy if that makes sense

Like he doesnt know about the soreness, or cravings, or how fragile those tiny human beings actually are. Dude already struggles with being gentle with adults

So it's going to require a long and in depth talk about everything that's going to happen if you guys decide to keep the kid

Reaction wise, he takes it seriously. Kind of uncanny compared to his usual silly demeanor

Again, due to him being a lil dumb hes almost under reacting

As a parent I think...

Okay he'd probably kinda suck

He would love the kid but he would be so so so irresponsible I'm so sorry

Gives the kid candy for meals (bro cant cook)

Get that man into some parenting classes PLEASE

Eyeless Jack;

Another "I'm surprised because I deadass thought I was infertile" one, given my whole lore/Hc for EJ

The most worried out of them all

"What if they're like me and are cursed? What if they hate me? What if they grow to hate me? What if-"

He baby proofs his cabin... before insisting that the baby stays at your place primarily (if you haven't moved in with him) because he's scared of his whole... eating people thing

Please give him loads and loads of reassurance, hes gonna need it

He'll work hard to be the best father he can be, though!

He takes the kid out for walks in the woods, teaches them different plants and bugs and tells them which are dangerous

"Oh I don't want to hold them, what if I hurt em?" *falls asleep while holding his baby after reading them a story*

Masky;

You gotta baby proof him and the house im sorry, hes feral

Another "you're gonna have to sit him down and lay down the rules" type deal

Hes already mellowed out around you but he needs to mellow out a touch more for an infant

Hard to gauge his reaction but he seems.... excited? Hard to tell when hes sitting still and wearing a mask

When the baby comes he, like slenderman, also watches them like a hawk

You will walk in on him sitting over their crib at 3am/hj

Surprisingly gentle when it comes to handling the kid, just casually walks around with them and shit

Great for looking after the kid during the night while you rest

Hoodie;

V similar to Masky but he's already naturally calm

Putting this here now before I forget but he would take his mask off to make faces at the baby to try to make them laugh

Mf doesn't take his mask off for you though ☝️🙄/hj

Surprisingly good at calming down screaming infants for some reason

Similar reaction as Masky; hard to read but way easy to guess its positive since he lightly boinks where his mouth would be under his mask to your cheek while papping your stomach

Hes a lil silly

But hes got the spirit

Good dad, me thinks

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #slenderman x reader #splendorman x reader #laughing jack x reader #eyeless jack x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x reader

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ackerfics · 1 year

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just say it, ditto: eren jaeger

— i got nothing to lose, i keep falling for you; ra ta ta ta, there goes my heart.

eren jaeger x female reader

summary: each note eren's heart sings is about you. it's only a matter of time yours sing about him, too.

word count: 6.8k

notes: i am proud to say that this is my comeback in posting full fics here. now watch me never posting one after months. jk. but still, i'm rusty when writing longer fics so i hope you enjoy this one! treat this as a gift for being one of the 2,000 people who made this blog possible <3 + it's pretty obvious newjeans is my favorite kpop group rn oop

— You’ve long since given up on relationships.

How many partners has it been since the start of university? With how that sounds, one will think that you’ve been breaking hearts around Paradis University; notorious for being a heartless individual with no value for the depth of emotions. That assumption rings false. One hand can sum up everything romantic you’ve experienced but these relationships felt longer than the time span they actually had that you’ve lost count of them. Everything becomes hazy to a point that everything morphs into a misty film reel, unlike the rose-colored lens you’ve always seen the world with even without the pretense of falling in with someone. You’re not one to be desperate for this fickle thing called love but every once in a while, you crave blanketing words that make you see flowers, unbridled laughter amidst piles of note revisions and readings, and hugs that feel like a warm cup of coffee in a chilly night of loneliness.

Your relationships always end in the same way — they couldn’t handle the way that you see and do things; the way you have to be the last one to have the say in an argument, how you should be left alone when you’re too immersed in finishing your tasks, or when you have the tendency to be absent despite being there for them (if that makes any sense). They say you’re too focused on your goals (there’s nothing wrong with trying to finish college just to be in one of the country’s best medical schools) or you’re too snarky and blunt for them to handle (you have a bad day when this happens).

So, you just let them go. Let them win.

It’s not that you’re tired of those repeating circles of words but because they’re right. You’ve been too snarky, picky when you’re eating something, focused on your future, never clingy for someone to be called a significant other — you just don’t have the strength to continue having those relationships even though you’ve seen the world in pink when you’re with them.

The break-ups all end on a sour note, like the time you’ve been given a piece of candy without being told it’s the sourest shit on the planet. Maybe that is why you’ve been scared of romance, to begin with — the appearance may seem sweet but you’ve taken a bite, and everything takes a turn for the worse. Yeah, you understand that relationships can have their ups and downs; but when you’ve heard your boyfriend talk to his friends about how you’re so irritating and downright rude most of the time, him crossing the line as he said that this specific girl from the other class is far sexier than you can ever be and that he wants to fuck her instead (coupled with a few explicit crafting of words that disgusted even your most open-minded friends) … You have already dropped the paper bag filled with his favorite food.

That’s just one of the break-ups. God knows how much patience you have for going through much worse.

Besides, you like spending your junior year with fewer worries than the previous years.

But sometimes, you always think of how lonely you are; like what does it feel like to have someone so patient that they assure you they’re always there for you? Or to feel so secure in a relationship that it’s like a warm fireplace, which can go on for so many hours keeping you warm and safe? You swear you don’t want your heart broken again but you still crave that rush love brings to you.

It doesn’t help that you see these things in your best friend.

Eren Jaeger is someone who you completely met by chance back in freshman year, back when you were all about making sure that your marks are pristine and that your parents can have another opportunity in being the proudest that they can get.

You remember him lingering in the doorway of your dorm room, something that you were wary about until he turned around to face you with this comical teary face that didn’t fit in with his overall broody aesthetic. He claimed that Mikasa, his best friend, and practically sister since they grew up together in the same house and your roommate, accidentally took his wallet back to your dorm room. One thing you know about Mikasa in the three weeks you’ve roomed with her is that she sleeps like a bear in hibernation. So, you unlocked the door to your dorm room and told him that there was nothing to worry about because you’d get his wallet and attached keys. That way, he could have his merry way home and he would be a passing face in university. Until he invited you to have dinner with him as thanks.

You accepted since it was free food and you just got out of a three-hour lecture.

The rest is history. It was there you got to know Eren as more than just Mikasa’s childhood friend. He asked you why you picked your major, you asked him how he was faring in his — the night ended with you two exchanging numbers and following each other on your socials.

He’s seen all of your failed relationships. While Mikasa tears up with you and Armin consoles you by rubbing your back, Eren is the embodiment of anger.

He once threatened to storm out of your dorm room to fight your ex after one break-up that had you picking up the broken shards of your self-esteem and confidence. He didn’t even hear Mikasa shouting for him to calm the fuck down but all it took was for you to plead for him to stay and never make a wrong decision.

“Eren, just stay,” your breath hitched with how hard you were crying. The break-up drained you for an entire day. Your ex dared to lay out every wrong and insecurity you felt to make him feel protected — that he would have a better relationship if he went out with the girl he met a few weeks after you two started dating. You look up at Eren, your bottom lip wobbling. “Don’t go out there.”

His entire demeanor softened. Walking to you, he sat on his haunches in front of you, his stare never wavering as he regarded the way your tears made your eyelashes clump together. Why’d you had to be pretty even when crying? He pushed the thought away and clasped the hands wringing the material of your skirt into both of his. The door behind you two closed — an indication that Mikasa gave you two the privacy you both needed, the girl decided to spend the rest of the day with Armin, who was begging to be updated on what was happening to you. Eren was sure the two of them would buy some groceries, anything you prefer, just to make you feel better. They’re awesome like that. Everything blurred into nothing when you’re in his view. You kept silently crying and while he still found you beautiful, he was itching to start a fight with that asshole of an ex you had.

Eren lifted your entwined hands to his lips, kissing them and making time stop. “I’m going to beat him,” he murmured against your knuckles.

You shook your head.

“He made you cry.”

You still shook your head, bowing to curtain your face with your hair.

“I hate it when someone makes you cry.” He gulped down the nervousness clogging his throat. “I fucking hate it when they managed to make the most amazing person fall in love with them and just break her heart after. Sweetheart, you don’t deserve to be treated like this.” The term of endearment flowed from his tongue like it was meant to — natural. “You deserve so much more than this. You deserve…” Was he about to say, me? What the fuck was he thinking? Now, he was the one who shook his head, mainly to dispel the thought from his head. “You know,” his voice was so quiet, “someone is willing to give you the love you deserve and it will take some time to meet them.”

You took your hands from him and he panicked. Did he say something wrong? Synonymous thoughts pulsed through the walls of his head, that was until you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. With the way he was still sitting on his haunches, his face became buried in your chest. It was almost like you were the one comforting him and not the other way around. He should be the one doing the comforting but God damn it, your warmth made him melt in everything that you encompassed — scent, presence, just you and only you.

“I’m tired of finding that love.”

“You have me — us, Mikasa, Armin, and the rest of our friends,” the way he saved himself was pathetic.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“You know I love you, right?”

Damn, there went that squeeze around his heart. He knew the meaning behind those words. You meant it in a more platonic manner because you never once said those three weighty words to your ex-boyfriends. Those who had the luxury to receive the phrase from you were your friends and it sadly included him. He didn’t want to walk around in this position. He wanted to be more. But that would mean you discovering his feelings for you. And yes, they ran deeper than the trenches discovered by mankind. You made him feel that kind of love — the type that gave him butterflies, tornadoes, bonfires, and all the seasons combined. You were the reason why he smiled most of the day, the reason why he looked at everything through a lens that presented all the colors in the spectrum and not just the usual hazy pink.

“Eren?”

He buried his face deeper in your chest, the song of your heartbeat lulling him. He wished it was faster like the way his own tapped inside him.

“I know.”

He once again masked everything by saying the words back, with more ferocity and affection and intensity than yours did.

“I love you, too.”

That day was the reason why you stopped entering into relationships not worth your time.

You deserve a love that is more than what you seek from forgettable faces.

So, you focus on yourself … and the way Eren makes you question these budding feelings now that junior year rolls around.

“Where did you get this?” Eren asks when he trails his eyes on your hand sitting idly on top of the desk the private study rooms of the library offer.

He’s sitting beside you trying to get some work done before finishing the study session and getting some food from the nearby restaurants in the university town (which is a short walk from the library you both chose). What should be a group session becomes a pair because apparently; Mikasa has to go prepare for her mock trial with the rest of her class, Armin has to finish the pending experiment his group is doing for one of his laboratory classes, Jean has to be a fucking responsible teaching assistant for once in his life, Sasha has to cover some restaurant for her review (the deadline being later at midnight), and Connie has to attend his goldfish’s funeral (he doesn’t have a goldfish; their dorm building doesn’t even allow pets).

You find their excuses plausible except for Connie, bless his soul and his imaginary goldfish. So, now you spend the rest of the free day with Eren in the library, booking one of the study rooms for some well-deserved peace. You’re listening to some of your favorite songs when he speaks, catching his lips moving at the corner of your eyes.

“Hmm?” you hum while pulling down your headphones around your neck.

“This.” The moment he takes your hand in his, your heart starts pacing faster. “Where did you get this?” Eren carefully and softly runs his finger on the spots of red on the skin of two of your fingers. The scars seem fresh because you flinch. “Sorry,” he whispers.

“I didn’t realize I had that until Mikasa pointed it out actually,” you answer him.

He winces. “You don’t have any band-aids?”

You shake your head. “I forgot to buy some.” The way he stares at you makes you pout. “I did forget, Eren.”

“Yeah, yeah, got that.”

You’re about to go back to studying when you feel a pair of lips graze the scars on your hand. Time slows down and you swear you witness the room illuminate. Eren has his eyes closed, his long eyelashes tickling your skin. You forget to breathe when he opens them to give you the sight of his teal irises reflecting your wide-eyed image. His lips are still on your hand, the tingling sensation of his growing smile traveling through your arm and to your chest, warming up every part of your body until you feel your face flare. The gesture is completely new to you.

“There,” Eren says. “Tell me if the pain starts acting up,” he pulls back and leans on his chair, your hand still tenderly cradled on his palm. “I’ll take it away.”

You take your hand from his and hide it from behind the sleeve of your fluffy cardigan. You try to bring back your concentration but all you can think of is the feeling of his lips on your fingers. While you’re berating yourself, you never notice Eren grinning beside you, his heart thankful that your friends ditched you two in this study session.

It’s only when you two walk to your favorite restaurant that you register how annoyingly cheesy all that was.

Today is not your day.

You’re walking in the halls of your department building and even with the flow of liveliness surrounding you, all you hear are muffled noises and the deafening footsteps echoing on the floor. You were doing fine when you entered your first lecture of the day — more than usual it seemed. The friends you made in some of your classes saw how you cackled near tears at some unfunny joke that shouldn’t warrant that much hysterical laughter. Nobody would even suspect that you feel so sucked of all the vibrancy you always carry in the pockets of your jeans after continuous periods of sitting on different-structured chairs and having to participate in some impromptu recitations. You love being in university — you really do. It’s just that there are certain aspects of it and specific time frames that you have to admit how exhausted you are. So, as your friends chatter around you, you keep your head angled to the floor, your hands keeping the laptop case close to your chest.

The conversation unfolding in your presence is interesting but all you can manage are tiny hums of agreement or weak chuckles. The subject switches from enduring another period of recits, to the laboratory reports that needed to be turned in, to how there should be another store in the university town that sells any kind of food, and to who is the reddest flag among your peers. It’s almost like you’re watching shows with your father — always flipping the channel until he finds the one he’s most comfortable with.

Your mind is both empty and running a thousand miles per step. Sleep beckons you in a way that you have no say over. You’re pretty sure Mikasa is going to cook something delectable as always — that’s one thing you’re looking forward to when you go home to your shared apartment. A heavy sigh comes out of your chest, lifting your shoulders from the weight Atlas transferred on you.

Looking at the floor becomes bland and you have to lift your eyes to what’s in front of you.

Right at the end of the hallway, where the building lets the outside light pass through the entrance and exit doors, are Eren and some of his classmates, probably just coming out of a recent class, judging by their sluggish nature. You two share the same department building despite having different majors — him with his pre-med and you with neuroscience. You recognize some of them in the group photos Eren was tagged in on Instagram, like that boy with auburn hair who sneers every time someone so much as breathes within the same space as Eren or that boy with the slicked-back blond hair and army green bomber jacket. And in the middle of the group is one of your best friends, teal eyes hooded with boredom and hair tied up in that effortless bun he likes so much. He doesn’t see you yet and you have the urge to call out to him but you don’t find the energy to. Your social battery is already on the brink of shutting down and guilt starts dripping into your stomach.

Almost like he senses you, Eren meets your eyes.

He stops in the middle of the hallway with his hands in his pockets and eyebrows furrowed. You keep walking with your now curious friends. Who is this guy staring at us? Wait, he’s kinda hot though. Damn it, now I have another crush in this stupid university. You can hear them talking but you see nobody but him, your sneaker-clad feet carrying you closer to him.

With only a few paces separating you from him, he retracts his hands from his pockets and opens his arms with that lax posture of his. His friends are looking at him like he’s crazy but you know what he’s doing.

Your lip wobbles and you let out a shaky breath. You’re walking faster now. Just a couple of steps away.

Eren wraps his arms around you once you reach him.

He threads his fingers through your hair, cradling your head close to his chest, while his other arm secures you to his body, silently pleading for you to never stray far. There’s a pounding in the air, with you not knowing whose heart composes the vivace tune; because right now, you can feel your heart racing despite the calm Eren induces in you.

You two stay like that — suspended at the moment. Nothing in the world matters except for you two. Words aren’t exchanged. The moment Eren sees you walking that way, he instantly knows. You have that connection with him. One look is all it takes for him to swoop in and let you feel that you have someone to lean on as he leans on you. You feel that sentiment in the way he slightly tightens his hold around you, pressing you more so that all you can hear is his breathing and his unsaid thoughts. The scent he carries entangles with yours, similar to how your hearts beat in complement to one another. You bury your face in his chest and he buries his own in your hair. The exhaustion makes your joints creak and your dim world seeps away the longer he softly scratches your scalp with tender strokes.

You nearly cry as his lips seal this moment with a firm kiss on the crown of your head.

“I got you,” Eren whispers to your ears only. “I always got you.”

Shit, there goes your heart.

“Your next lecture is still an hour later, right? Let’s go get some coffee.”

For the first time in months, hope blossoms and you willingly let it fester.

“You okay?” Mikasa asks you as soon as she gets inside your shared apartment. She slides her tote bag from her shoulder, all the while never taking her eyes off you as you stare at nothing in the living room, your revisions and notes scattering the coffee table. “Babes?” The term of endearment is so natural between you and Mikasa but you’re so out of it that you don’t hear her call for you. “[Name].” She taps your nose with the tip of her finger.

“Oh, welcome home,” you greet once you get out of that daze.

Mikasa looks at you a second longer and places her hand on your forehead.

“Mikasa?”

“No signs of fever,” she murmurs, cupping your face in her hands. “You’re not overworking yourself again, are you?” Her voice gains that stern tone. Trust Mikasa to always pull you to the ground whenever you have one of those study sprees, only having coffee for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. “You know it hurts me to see you overworking. Hold on, let me whip up something for you.”

How can you tell her that you’ve been feeling unproductive because of her closest person? Because of that little heartstopping moment earlier, you’ve been in a constant spiral, neglecting your school work even when you already laid out everything in front of you. This isn’t like you at all — you’ve never been distracted because of a guy. You wonder what’s so different now. Eren has hugged you multiple times in the past and you even initiate most of them. So, why are you starting to sift through your memories with him and watching them in these pink-hazed 3D glasses? Every smile, every laugh, every eye contact that has you feeling like you’re the only person in the world for him … or just the way he makes your day better just by being there. You remember all the times he was about to storm across the cafeteria upon seeing one of your exes and the anger he embodied when he thinks of the way you’re always hurt.

This is bad — you’re seeing him differently after that hug and impromptu cafe hang-out.

The weight of that realization makes your heart race in a completely new tune, much clearer and melodic than the times you thought you experienced love in one of its forms.

“Mikasa.”

“Hmm?”

You can hear a pan sizzling from the kitchen. You remain looking at the coffee table, right at your phone lighting up with a notification, showing the world your wallpaper. Eren changed it to a picture of you two for fun. He was kissing your cheek, with you captured in a beautiful candid shot. You were laughing at the tickling sensation coming from his lips smiling against your skin. You never changed it. Mikasa chuckled to herself the first time she saw it. You could almost hear her say ‘idiots’ under her breath.

“Am I allowed to feel love again?”

You can sense your roommate turn around. It’s silent until she speaks in a clear voice, “You’re always allowed to feel love, [Nickname].”

“But what if I ruin it?”

Mikasa purses her lips. “You have never ruined anything. You might have small faults in those relationships but if your exes appreciated you just like they claimed, you wouldn’t hurt like this.” You’re still quiet and Mikasa thoughtfully turns back to make you a proper meal while continuing, “It’s okay to be afraid, [Nickname]. Falling in love is always a risk but it’s not good if you prevent it from happening. If that right someone comes, the jump you took to follow your feelings will be worth it in the end. It might cost you more heartbreaks along the way but everything will be amazing when that person is by your side.”

“And if I think I found him?”

The sound of Mikasa’s spatula stops, and the sizzle of the onions, garlic, and other vegetables persists through this pause. You take a peek at your roommate from behind the curtain of your hair, her back rigid and her hand holding the spatula hovering over the pan. “Miki?”

The girl shakes her head. “I’m sorry, I just remembered something,” she hastily tells you before swiveling to face you. Mikasa only displays emotions around certain people and you wish you could laugh at the disbelieving yet confused face she gives you right now. “You found him? And you think he’s the right someone for you?” She makes sure she doesn’t sound that skeptical to not hurt you anymore but she can’t help but feel like she’s been missing out on this recent development in your life. You've been roommates since freshman year and every time you fall in love, Mikasa is a witness to it, but not this one. This is a shock for her.

You nod at her, choosing not to use your voice this time

“Do I know this person?”

Your heart makes a flip in your chest. “Why do you ask?”

She shrugs. “Just checking. You know, to make sure. So, tell me about this lucky guy.”

“He … wears his heart on his sleeve.” A small smile tugs at your lips. “Even though that’s considered a weakness by some people, he manages to come this far by doing that. It’s one of the many things I adore about him.” You laugh a little. “He’s a little reckless most of the time. Oh, and he’s so brazen and sometimes broody, too. Those are some of the reasons why he gets into arguments with our friends. But even with all of that, he’s so attentive. The thing about people who wear their hearts on their sleeves is that they know when someone needs solace. He does that all the time and even without saying anything, my day just gets better with one hug from him.” You gain a blue blanket over yourself. “I just wish that I can give him the affection and care he’s always giving me. I know I’m bad at giving but … I’m willing to try for him.”

You look up and you feel your face heat up when you see Mikasa gawking at you. You watch as her face morphs into a rare smile that reaches her eyes. If you squint, you can see her holding back her squeal.

“And for that, I’m making this even more delicious just for you!”

And before you can call out to her, she’s going back and forth in the kitchen like a madwoman. Bewilderment is an understatement. One will think that Mikasa is the person falling in love inside this apartment and not you. A puff of laughter comes out of your lips, endeared by the sight of your best friend slash roommate being this ecstatic at the possibility of you in a stable and healthy development of feelings. You perch your chin on your propped elbow. Maybe you should hit up her favorite restaurant in the university town as a token of your gratitude, one that stems from three years of bonding.

“Confess to her.”

“Well, good-fucking-morning to you, too, Mikasa.”

It’s six in the morning on a Saturday. Eren deserves a full ten-hour cycle of sleep after that horrifying week he just survived.

“Oh, did I wake you up?”

Eren pulls away his phone from his ear and glares at it, hoping that the girl on the other side of the call picks up on this ominous atmosphere he‘s starting to create. “What do you think?” He spits, particularly snappy at anyone, even the person he grew up with, for disrupting his previously-earned slumber (for once in university, he finally has the chance to enjoy sleep without worrying over deadlines). He internally cries when he feels the last tendrils of drowsiness seep out of his skin and onto the open windows letting in a new dawn. He wants to go back to sleep but with Mikasa’s call, he pitifully kisses that goodbye.

“Sorry.” She doesn’t sound sorry.

“You don’t sound sorry,” Eren grumbles. “Why’d you call?”

A maniacal giggle tickles his ear, sending a shiver of fear down his spine.

“What the fuck—?”

“I have news.”

“Really?” He incredulously exclaims. “At six in the morning? Can’t you wait until like, what, later at noon to tell me? You know it’s my day off right now.”

“It’s about [Name].”

That catches Eren’s attention and he nearly throws himself off the bed.

“What?” He hastily stands up and fumbles to his closet for some decent clothing. “Is she alright? Is she hurt? Where is she right now? Does she need me to pick her up?” Silence is his answer. Eren again looks at his phone before putting it right next to his ear. “Mikasa? You still there?”

“Eren.”

“Yeah?”

“You have to confess to her.”

“What?”

He can feel Mikasa roll her eyes. “It’s just like I said. Confess.”

Eren slowly takes a few steps back until his knees hit the mattress, letting him on the plush mattress. “What brought this on?” It’s not the first time his best friend tells him to pour all his well-kept emotions into you, the reason for his giddy smiles and sweet nights. Just thinking of letting you know of this three-year worth of feelings makes his heart beat faster. What if you reject him? He’s seen you swerve from any romantic advances a person sends your way, he’s seen you cry over assholes who thought it was best to play with you, and he’s seen you content with this relationship you have with him. Eren sighs out a breath tainted with the scent of the yellow tulips and pink camellias sprouting in his ribcage. It’s almost pitiful how heavy his sigh is. “And why are you so sure about this?”

“I know things you don’t.”

He scoffs, running his hand through his hair, the wavy brown strands falling over his collarbone. “Look, Meeks,” the nickname is always there when he’s feeling unsure of himself, “I’ve thought about it, okay? But I can’t. I just can’t.”

“Trust me on this one, Eren. Maybe you can even thank me in the future.”

“Mikasa,” he warns.

“Eren, you have nothing to worry about. She said some things to me last night and I think you have a chance. This will be the time you can finally be with her and this will also be the time she can have someone who’s going to wholeheartedly love her in a way that she should be loved. This is your chance—”

Eren tightly closes his eyes at every word Mikasa spews out. His chest is rapidly going up and down until, “I’m scared.”

“What?”

“I’m scared,” he enunciates as if talking to a pesky sibling (which is how she’s acting right now). “I’m fucking terrified, alright?”

He curses when he feels a stinging in his eyes. He’s not about to cry right now — not when Mikasa is on the other side of the phone. He knows how she is when he cries. Eren remembers that one time he bawled his eyes out when his mother decided it would be nice to keep all his games away for one night because he was acting like a brat. Mikasa sneaked into his parents’ room in the middle of the night and successfully took his game from their closet. Thank God his parents weren’t about to give him a baby sibling that night. Nonetheless, Mikasa’s protective instincts for her friends flare when they cry. She does that with him, Armin, and especially you. You’ve practically replaced Eren as her top priority. So, right now, Eren hopes Mikasa doesn’t hear the wobble in his voice but that’s highly unlikely.

He continues, “[Name] swore off relationships after her last heartbreak during sophomore year. I’m not about to go up to her and tell her ‘Hey, I’ve been crushing on you so so bad since we were freshmen and I know you probably see me as a friend but how about that date? You look lovely by the way’. It’s not that easy, Meeks. I … freeze when those words come up.” And when you look at him with those eyes he dreams about waking up to every morning — curved like crescents with genuine happiness and love for him, Eren’s a goner. You have that effect on him. Time slows and everything dissolves into nothing when you’ve only done one thing, and that’s smiling at him. God, he’s so in love with you that the thorns are starting to sprout with the flowers. “It’s pathetic.”

With the pause on the other side of the call, Eren would think that Mikasa drops it.

“Mikasa?”

“... She’s ready to love again, Eren, and she’s ready to do it with you in the picture.”

A goddess of time, that’s what you are, because, at those words, Eren’s entire world stops.

“I won’t say exactly what she said because that would mean telling on her but,” Eren hears a smile on Mikasa’s voice, “she told me she found the right someone for her and I think, scratch that, I know it’s you, Eren. So, take the risk and confess to her, you idiot.”

“Do you think she’d accept it? My confession?”

“I’m confident that she will.”

The moment Mikasa hangs up to cook you some breakfast, Eren is already out the door.

You’re in the process of placing things in your school bag for your study session in the nearest library when the doorbell rings.

Mikasa is in the kitchen cooking up a storm, something about giving you a bento box for your grueling revisions so that you won’t have to spend a couple of dollars for a cafeteria ticket, so you’re the one closest to the front door. You leave your bag and belongings on the couch, thinking that maybe Sasha wants to join you and Mikasa for some early breakfast. But then, the girl wakes up in the middle of the day during weekends. You now wonder who’s incessantly pressing the doorbell like they’re a kid in the Halloween season begging for the owner of the house for some free candy that they will neglect after a day. You refrain from grumbling out profanities and quickly open the door without a word. The irritated cloud hanging over your head clears at the sight in front of you. It’s replaced with warmth and a soft tune emanating from your chest.

Eren looks like he’s run a marathon, hands on his knees and hunching on his back to catch his breath.

“Eren, what are you doing here?” You ask him, looking back over your shoulder to check on Mikasa. You turn back to him once you see her preoccupied with cooking. “Come in. I’ll get you some water.”

“No,” he straightens his posture, “I’m alright.” He takes a couple of deep breaths, almost like he’s trying to gather courage. You never take your eyes off him. You’ve seen him with unbound hair; but seeing it after admitting to yourself that you’re having feelings for him, it’s not exactly kind to your heart. The glow of the early sun illuminating the window at the end of the hallway creates this illusion of a halo around his head. With the smile on his face, the one that crinkles the corners of his eyes and lets his little dimple peek through, you can’t help but think that he’s here to conduct this song beating inside your chest. You only blink when he sheepishly scratches his nape and says, “Can you come out here for a sec?”

You’re about to peek at Mikasa when he adds, “Please?”

His eyes flicker behind you but he tenderly wraps his hand around your wrist before you can even turn your head and pulls you out of the doorway.

“Eren, what is this about—?”

“I’m in love with you.”

Your heart is beating a song and each note is about Eren Jaeger.

“And I have for quite some time. Since freshman year exactly. I’m so fucking in love with you that you’re the first thought I have in the morning and the memory I replay in my mind to sleep at night. You consume me, [Name], and God, I don’t know what I’d do if you start searching for love again. I don’t want you to find the one you’re looking for in someone that’s not me. Call me selfish but I decided that I'd gladly be that just to tell you my feelings. I don’t want to make a regret that will haunt me my whole life onward so, here I am, telling you how much I love you and I don’t want you with somebody else.” He’s breathing heavily again. “Woo, that feels so good to let out,” Eren murmurs under his breath, his head tilted back to blink away any sheen of tears.

Now that he’s said his piece, it’s your turn.

You can’t comprehend looking for any shed of love since you started university when it’s right in front of you — holding your hand when you cross the street, attentively listening to you as you ramble about your newest hyper fixation of the week, hugging you in the middle of the hallway when you have a bad day, kissing the scars you’re unaware of having, giving you the love and appreciation you deserve above all else … love has always been in the form of Eren, one of your best friends. You regret never seeing it come to light sooner. You place the palm of your hand over your trembling mouth. His expression wilts when he sees your teary state. They finally trickle down your cheeks as his large hands cup your face in a hold that says you’re more fragile than a lone bubble drifting in the air.

“Hey,” Eren breathes, his head ducking to meet your eyes. “Don’t cry. It pains me to see you cry.”

“But you—”

“It’s the truth. But if you feel like it’s making you sad, I’m taking it back.”

“No!” You cover his hands with yours. He blinks in surprise. “I’m just so happy, Eren.” You let out a watery laugh in between his palms.

Eren feels his breath taken away. “What?”

You nod with a large smile. “I’m happy you said those words. I,” you choke up; you haven’t received this intense of a confession in your lifetime, “because I—” he looks so expectant that a little laugh bubbles in your throat. You lean into his touch and beam the most radiant smile you ever give someone, “I’m starting to fall in love with you.” At his stunned silence, you continue. “And I’m sorry for being so late at reciprocating, but don’t worry because I’m saying it back now, Ren.”

Eren explodes, “Fuck yes!”

And then, he hugs you close, letting you hear the tumultuous beat his heart is telling you. His laughter beckons yours to bubble from your chest, molding together harmoniously as the sun fully waves her greeting to the world. He blankets you in one of his embraces, but this time, he’s taking this chance to pull you closer than usual. Eren is this happy to know you are accepting his confession and returning his feelings, how much more if you’re going to build a slow romantic relationship with him? You’re not going to lie, the thought of you and him being each other’s partners spurs spring to grow inside your chest. You place your forehead on his chest for a moment, only pulling away when he once again cups your face in his palms. The melodic laughter coming from you sings its notes with every kiss Eren gently presses on every inch of skin his lips can find. Your forehead, temples, cheeks, eyelids, nose, the corners of your mouth — and all of them tickle each butterfly tingling your stomach.

He only pauses when he’s in front of your lips. You open your eyes to find Eren staring at you with the immutable essence of love within his limbal rings. His pupils cover the majority of his iris until only a tiny ring of emerald peeks through. Your reflection is clear enough to see your wide-eyed expression. You expect him to kiss you breathlessly, erasing every thought in your brain so early in the morning, but instead, he nuzzles his nose against yours, all the while maintaining eye contact.

“We’ll take this slow, okay?” Eren whispers only for you to hear, not even the potted plant idly sitting by your apartment’s door can listen in. “I know you’re tentative but I’m willing to be patient. I will wait for you no matter how long it takes like I’ve waited three years for you to finally see me differently. And you don’t have to worry because, sunshine, I’m always here to catch you, to care for you, to love you with everything I have. So, are you willing to give me a chance?”

You hum, wrapping your arms around his neck. You nod, “Yeah. If it’s you, I’m ready to give romance a chance again, pretty boy.”

His grin can make a thousand moons shine.

“We have nothing to lose.”

“Yeah.”

“I finally have you with me.”

“I’m now with you, Ren.”

“God, sunshine, I’m so in love with you.”

"And I'm falling for you, pretty boy."

#— rory's passages 🌼#— serotonin boost 💐#eren attack on titan #eren x reader #eren x you #aot x reader #attack on titan eren #attack on titan x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger #eren aot #attack on titan imagines #snk x reader #shingeki no kyojin #eren x y/n

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russenoire · 1 year

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we like to talk about the kind heart beating at the center of mob psycho 100...

its eminently huggable and relatable main characters...

the surprising maturity and accessibility of its psychological themes, the tightrope it walks between pathos and absurd humor, the abundance of sensitive neurodivergent representation within, and—for a story with a predominantly male cast—its largely unsexualized and refreshingly real girls and women.

i could keep listing more aspects of this story that i adore, honestly. but for me, it was one specific aspect of the writing that struck me the hardest.

as a person who used to inhale film and TV criticism like folks in the US devour breakfast cereal, i live for subversions of tired, well-worn storytelling patterns (call them tropes if you must). MP100 is full to leaking with subverted expectations. but only rarely do i ever see a writer subvert a done-to-death pattern and then subvert the subversion.

studio bones and ONE's writing work together to pull this off in the fifth episode of MP100's first season. on my first watch, i had to pick my jaw up off the floor at what i was seeing.

this got... long... more below the cut.

first, a little bit of framework.

the concept of single combat drives much of the action (and comedy) in shōnen fighting series.

it simplifies the conflict between cultures, between ways of life, between ideals, to a question of who is stronger in a no-holds-barred match between two people. the answer decides the fates of whole nations, hopefully but not always spares both sides from further bloodshed, and it's older than dirt.

the cathartic appeal of such distillation is not entirely lost on me, but i also crave novelty and nuance? and seem to be aging out of the shōnen demographic as a result. 'my kung-fu is stronger than yours!' 'yeah? well, i'm fucking bored with attempts to settle this question with fists or magic and no longer care.'

i do not count MP100 as a fighting series; the story doesn't conflate personal growth with increasing skill at punching shit and would hold up as a coming-of-age story quite well without battles. while MP100 flirts shamelessly with many fighting series clichés, it actively refuses to commit to those it engages. it rejects this one entirely by story's end.

when teruki hanazawa first becomes aware that shigeo kageyama exists and shares his easy facility with ESP, he and the audience are led to believe that the two boys will enter into a showdown like those we've seen so many times before. they'll fight it out like the real men they'll be soon, and a clear victor will emerge from the wreckage in their wake.

shigeo, of course, is flatly uninterested and baffled at this stranger fighting him unprovoked. teru figures he can preserve his view of the world by simply bringing the boy to heel, just as he has with everyone else around him. even after the little blond chuunibyou twists him until his bones crack... waterboards him in the depths of black vinegar middle school's swimming pool...

[image ID: a teenaged boy in his physical education uniform of white tee shirt and red shorts is shown from the back and below him... at the very bottom of a swimming pool. he has been plunged in against his will; a barrier of sorts can be seen around his body -- his own defense against the middle schooler attacking him.]

demolishes much of the school grounds, wielding his spindly body as a wrecking-ball...

shigeo will not yield. nor does he indulge teru in his pointless lust for battle.

he doesn't see him as an enemy and, more importantly, doesn't want to hurt him. the child is painfully aware of how easily he could kill this boy, so he endures the abuse, though not without protest. i'd never seen a shōnen anime series that even presented refusing to fight as an option.

[image ID: a bowl-cut-sporting teenage boy in a white tee shirt with a red collar stands hunched over and facing his antagonist offscreen to the viewer's right, in anticipation of another attack. he is saying 'i told you to stop that.' in the background is a statue of a human figure with arms raised above its head in victory. it will soon be made to topple onto him.]

though shigeo refuses to play this game at all, the lack of damage teru is able to inflict on him with ESP and his concise verbal summation of the profound insecurity driving teru's behavior already prove shigeo's superiority. teru needs to feel supported and justified in this unwarranted attack on another boy just like him, and so he demands, over and over, that shigeo fight back... that he show his powers. but it never sinks in for him that he's seeing them in action.

in the end, teru gives up on forcing shigeo's submission with ESP and uses his raw physical strength to strangle the young kageyama... who then plays this trope straight and utterly traumatizes teru into adopting a different outlook on life. after he passes the fuck out.

with teru's one-sided, tragic attempt at a brawl between himself and another esper child, ONE sends up the entire concept of magical single combat so hard it hits low earth orbit.

to make abundantly clear just how ridiculous this shit actually is? shigeo strips teru naked, then drains him dry of psychic energy by way of his fucking groin (in the anime) for even forcing him into this. you know, just for the extra humiliation. the boy's already been shaven like a fallen samurai at this point.

and teru's need to resist the challenge shigeo's existence presents to his way of life? we are made to see just how much harm that resistance to reality actually causes.

shattered glass, crushed concrete, wrecked doors, busted faucets spewing everywhere and wasting water—the camera lingers on these in-story, real-world consequences. actual shōnen fighting series rarely address such collateral damage outside of personal vendettas or playing it for comedy. (the comic bits here are almost necessary to leaven the pathos we're seeing, and are inseparable from that sadness.)

teru nearly commits first-degree murder twice and causes major property damage i doubt he had the power to fix. don't you dare look away, MP100's creators say. we need you, gentle watcher, to bear witness. teru is wrong. THIS WHOLE APPROACH to conflict is wrong. look again. does this remind you of anything?

and shigeo doesn't get off the hook either, though i'm inclined to give him a pass because reasons. he summarily flattens the rest of teru's school, finishing the job, and launches it (and him) above the clouds, but at least murder isn't on the table? the child suffers greatly for this unconscious act of retribution and continues to punish himself for this madness for some time... even after cleaning up the mess they both made when he returns to his senses.

no one wins here. what is 'winning'? what is 'losing'? are we even asking the right questions?

this arc—but especially this 'fight'—is darkly, absurdly funny, thought-provoking, and one of the most heartbreaking and moving things i'd seen in a long time. it sold me on this story and keeps me coming back in astonishment and gratitude.

(this is an expansion of part of a recap i wrote for this episode. you can read it here.)

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #philosophy #mp100 meta #mp100 s1 rewatch #mp100 s1e5 #peak tv #my kung fu is stronger than yours #single combat #damn good writin'#double trope subversions #what did i just watch #誠にありがとございました #links to my writing elsewhere #kageyama shigeo #hanazawa teruki #分析

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nahkyl · 1 month

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tell me more about these different omega spectrum 🎤

You know, this is why I adore you all. Because you're just as wonderfully weird as I am.

Sometimes, I don't know, it's like I pick up vibes, you know? I pick up vibes. Like, I've delved into every aspect of a person's public persona: watched every documentary, every interview, observed their interactions in various situations with different people, so I have a decent grasp on their character (though you can never truly know these people, emphasis on never because, let's face it, they're strangers). So occasionally, I'll have this fleeting thought like, "Oh, they're totally an omega. No doubt. Oh, that one's definitely an alpha." But it's all in good fun, you know? I never take it seriously because I'm not into that red pill ideology okay ? I refuse to categorize people based on fictional sub-genders. People are complex beings, and reducing them to such simplistic terms is just... well, narrow-minded and unidimensional.

But then, I catch myself thinking, "If they were a character, they'd be this insert sub-gender," you get me? It's a bit controversial for the conservatives because, hey, these are real people we're talking about, but come on, we're hanging out on Tumblr. Our thought process is weird by default.

Anyway, getting to the point, let's discuss why I believe Max and Kylian embody different ends of the omega spectrum:

Kylian's just so incredibly kind. His approach to the world is rooted in a deep-seated kindness and a genuine desire to make the world a better place. I mean, he radiates sweetness, love, and nurturing vibes. He's altruistic to the core, always eager to give of his time, his energy, his love. Especially with children, he adores them, cherishes them above all else. He's a mama's boy, the quintessential middle child—adorable little brother, protective yet teasing older brother—the pride of the family. And he's pretty. Those big eyes, that infectious smile, those adorable dimples. And his physique? Envy-inducing: meaty thighs, glowing skin, legs for days, a butt that makes ME jealous. He exudes confidence without a hint of arrogance. He knows his worth, excels in what he does, and when underestimated, he turns it into motivation. But woe betide anyone who threatens his loved ones. He's not one to care about his reputation, but when it comes to family and friends, it's personal. You can see it in the way he carries himself, how he basks in praise but doesn't seek it out, how he effortlessly puts people at ease and draws them in, eliciting protective instincts from those who know him.

Max, on the other hand, is the polar opposite. He's a force to be reckoned with, a whirlwind of energy and ambition. He's not one to simply accept praise; he demands it, commands it even. There's a fire within him, a burning desire to be recognized, to be celebrated for his talents. He thrives on being the center of attention, craving the spotlight with every fiber of his being. But beneath that intense exterior lies a surprising depth. He's not just about seeking glory; there's a complexity to him that many overlook. He's fiercely independent, unapologetically himself, refusing to conform to anyone's expectations. He's confrontational, yes, unafraid to speak his mind no matter the consequences. But there's also a kindness to him, a loyalty to those he holds dear. He may come off as brash and unyielding, but underneath it all, there's a warmth, a sincerity that shines through. He's quick-witted, with a sharp sense of humor that catches many off guard. And he's so pretty. Pretty eyes, enticing lips, skin beging to be marked. He's not afraid to take risks, to push the boundaries of what's possible. In a world full of conformists, Max stands out as a beacon of individuality, a reminder that true greatness lies in being unapologetically yourself.

They're similar yet so different. In my book, they're best friends because they're both hardworking, dedicated individuals who've sacrificed so much to pursue their dreams and know what it means to fulfill the promise of high potential. And they plot to drive their mates absolutely NUTS.

#kylian mbappé #max verstappen #partners in crime #do not take any of this seriously pls

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sherbet-shark · 2 years

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Not everyone requesting Azul-

I'm everyone- 😃

A scenario where Azul's S/O started watching octopodes documentaries just to over analyze and give him god complex- I mean to let him know how amazing he is.

I don't expect you to watch a documentary just for this so I'll just list down two facts that's hopefully correct XD

1. Octopus brings portable pods when they travel so they have somewhere to hide when put in a vulnerable position (Azul's octo pot👀)

2. And octopuses used to have shells and eventually evolved into these squishy creatures for convenience and higher survival rate, but this probably made them more vulnerable to predators but they survive by adapting and evading. Not only that octopus is one- if not the Smartest non mammal animal which makes their intelligence more remarkable. (I feel like this fits Azul so much, especially the breaking out of his shell and putting himself out there despite the sense of vulnerability still lingering. He used his intelligence to catch his prey and outsmart predators.

I just imagine his s/o spouting this facts and simping for him-

~Blowing Bubbles~

Author’s note: Hon hon hon, this octopus man’s ego is going sky high-

Word Count: 2.1k

Trigger Warnings: Azul’s trust issues, Talks of scams, Azul’s bullied past, general chapter 3 spoilers, octopus documentation?

Summary: After watching some Octopuses documentaries and some digging. You bring it upon yourself to praise the already egotistical Azul Ashengrotto.

Azul and yourself have been dating for a while now. You’ve known he wasn’t human and always been curious about his proper form. Azul’s Octopus-Merman form, you knew that much from word of mouth from the Leech twins, and from what you’ve heard, it’s either “He looked tasty when he was younger,” or “He’s a slow swimmer in the water just as he ‘well’ he is at flight classes.”

Not that you blamed his inability to fly, you didn’t even have magic, but you’d always cheer him on whether he saw you. Your boyfriend didn’t talk in-depth about what he looked like under the sea, and he would vaguely answer your question and then sway the conversation to another topic.

The way he worded his responses felt dismissive. You were offended by his attitude towards your queries but understood his concern in showing his well-hidden cards. Azul had no desire to break from his well-crafted façade to anyone.

Azul’s reputation preceded him as someone untrustworthy and sly. He was cordial, yet cold demeanor he showed with everyone Ashengrotto spoke with had the constant undertone of benefactor and beneficiary. It took you a long time to even take a few bricks from the endless walls he had guarding himself. Even now, it’s difficult for you to understand his motives for certain things.

When you peeled back the layers of his past during his Overblot, it made you realize, deep in his core. Azul’s visceral desire to improve himself and take things into his own hands so what he felt when he was a child would never rear its head again because people would be too scared to even think of opposing his word, even to those most unsuspecting.

His selfish craving for power drove him to not care for those he deemed lower than himself—no matter who would hurt, who to use, or how underhanded his intelligent plans were. Azul’s constant thirst scared you, even if you did love him with all your heart. But despite his shortcomings, the second year’s lust for power that was just a part of him, he had so much more behind his suave and cold persona. He was funny even when he didn't mean to; the white-haired man was still young and grounded by his limitations, the lack of real experience in certain areas, and well-hidden insecurities.

It made you sympathetic toward the second-year man, and as you got closer. Carefully watching the Octavinelle dorm leader made you realize that he, too, was still young, just like you, and he was clumsy at times. That sympathy turned to care, which soon turned to admiration, finally morphing into love, a two-way street that led to your current predicament.

His persistence in keeping his secrets buried was a bad habit that he needed to break on his own, but maybe, you can do something to show your boyfriend that he could trust you and be there for him. So, with a cunning plot of your own, you searched on your phone for any documentaries, clips, or articles talking about Octopuses and how underrated they are in the public eye—after researching merpeople and the Cephalopod family.

–At the same time, educate yourself about the boneless creature from professional marine biologists to the environmental documentaries, scribbling down notes in a spare journal and intently listening to the voiceovers and taking in the small details of the creature. At first, you found yourself a little intrigued, then, in turn, amazement.

Some people may call you too much of a hard worker for something ludicrous, but you'd like to call this a passion project. It was tiring to juggle caring for Grim, studying, and ensuring your boyfriend had no idea what you were doing. You did want to surprise him with your newfound knowledge, but the picture of him already conscious his lover was planning something was planted when the Leech twins found you picking out some books from the library from the Marine section. They didn’t tattle after you begged them not to spill the beans to Azul, you hope anyways. Despite the fact you were dating Azul, they didn’t bend to your will either. That made things all the more anxiety-inducing and annoying but understood they were people, too, not subservient.

One afternoon the twins saw you picking out an armful of marine-themed books. After you begged them not to tell the dorm leader, the duo left with a mischievous look. Their ominous answer didn’t deter you, and it feeds into your motivation to spout facts and spoil him. Flipping through your journal full of notes, doodles, and chicken scratches, you were pretty satisfied with what you wrote. The book wasn’t full of every detail but information that drew your attention. You and Azul shared the determination to finish what you started with research and effort. This week seemed to be a light homework week that made you quite happy after gaining enough knowledge about the Cephalopods and general information about the Mer-Octopus people. Resolute in your mastery, you walk towards the wondrous underwater dorm leaving your journal on your nightstand. The sun slowly set, remembering Grim staying over at Heartslaybul for the night.

Through the Hall of Mirrors and Octavinelle, you catch students seated on the leather-bound couches, retrieving food, soft lighting, and orchestral music. Everything was elegant, and you were charmed as Jade guided you to a booth nearest the Aquarium. The tall Eel-mer held the menu. Speaking off-topic, you swallowed your nerves and asked. “Jade? Is Azul busy right now? If he’s not, can you ask him to come over?” Meeting the twin’s gaze, Jade nods with a sly smirk and bows slightly, “Why, of course. Azul’s currently finishing up accounting in the V.I.P room, but I'll tell him for you.”

‘His smile doesn’t reach his eyes, but at least he’ll tell Azul.’ Quietly thank the man as he leaves. As you sat, you patiently waited for your food as you glanced at the Aquarium and saw colorful schools of fish and kelp glide on the underwater current. Another waiter walks to your table, placing down the aromatic food and drink, thanking the tired-looking man you eat, wondering how much work Azul had leftover.

As you finished and paid, Floyd sauntered up to your table huh. You didn’t see him at all when you walked in. Maybe his mood changed, and he wanted to do something, or he wanted to tease you.

“Hey Shrimpy, have you paid yet? Azul wants to talk in the V.I.P room~.” Floyd told with a teasing smile as he picked up the dirty dishes. Then with that ominous remark, he left without another word. Floyd must’ve left quite moody earlier today from the wary looks on other staff members’ faces or something like that. Following Floyd’s advice, your legs walk toward the secluded room in the back with your puffed-out chest. Azul opens the door, his heavy outer coat propped on a chair. It was an informal look for himself, but he didn’t mind letting his hair down with his lover. He welcomed you into the room and smiled while watching you sit down on one couch, and he sat next to you. His arm lays comfortably on the plush pillows as he arches his brow.

“Jade and Floyd told me that you’ve been working on something for a while now, I’ve been waiting to see if you’d tell me when you were ready, and by how you walked in, you seem quite confident, my pearl.” Azul remarks as he glances in your direction. The twins didn’t give him much information, just that his lover had been quite busy for the past weeks. The merman didn’t mind that you had your projects or secrets. It would be hypocritical if he were nosy when Azul himself wasn’t wholly truthful with you, but that didn’t mean Azul’s curiosity wasn’t sparked entirely on the contrary.

You met his sky blue gaze with a smile that could rival the sun’s warmth, turning your body closer and asking an enthusiastic question. “Yup, and you wanna know what I learned?” In the remote, fancy room. The couple is free to drop formality and show gentleness and affection to each other as Azul’s eyes widen as he watches his lover’s eyes shine brightly with child-like glee.

“Of course, please enlighten me.” Azul muses as he feds into his lover’s confidence streak as he chuckles to himself. The second-year feels his cold heart melt like the ice caps in the face of summer. Why did you have to be so cute when overconfident?

A smirk appears as you straighten your posture and clumsily execute your appraisal plan. You didn’t think how you’d praise the dorm leader, but your passion didn’t deter in the slightest regardless of that detail.“I’ve been researching an underappreciated species. Through this, I understood things better. I found some interesting connections between something I love and thought you’d like to hear them.”

As you praise him and his shared traits with the Octopus, Azul feels his ego boost sky-high. Despite how awkward your praising was, he didn’t care because it was from the person he cared for the most, the person that, despite how Azul acted, would never try to coax them into any of his harmful schemes, the person he cherished. With your act of true devotion to making him more comfortable and admittedly more prideful than he already was, you preferred those times when he was drowning in his mind of the past and the scars he wore from them.

Continuing with your praising, he wondered if you were this stubborn and unwavering in your relationship about how you felt for him. Maybe he can show you he wanted to show his trust in you. The silver-haired man knew he had deep-seated trust issues, which would inevitably affect other relationships if he didn’t try to change. He tried to make a difference in how he was with you because Azul genuinely loves you, so he concluded after some thought. Such hard work from his pearl should be rewarded, no? Ashengrotto feels his cheeks burn under embarrassment at the mere idea of what he’ll do next. A gloved hand reached to your lap and stopped your beloved rambling. You shot up to meet his gaze in a flurry of confusion.

“Did you hate it? Was I too abrupt? Or maybe I got something wrong? I mean, I didn’t think I did, but you are from the sea and lived there for all your life, so–” In an instant, that confident resolve you once had crumbled at his touch. Maybe, you were wrong to think that the Octopuses and the people had a lot in common despite your research? Thoughts flood your mind as you ashamedly look with your hand down into your lap, shrinking under the room’s pressure.

The merman shushes you as he grasps your hand. He beckons you to meet his gaze and look up at him slowly. His cheeks burst to life in a brilliant show of reds. Azul’s back straightens as he shakes his head, dispelling the worries that plagued you. “No, I quite adored it. But I wanted to show you something as well.” Interest and concern piqued, you tilted your head, not fully understanding what he was alluding to. Azul reaches for his glasses and closes his eyes as he pulls them away from his face and places them on the coffee table. He moved his body to face yours once more and nervously opened his eyes, revealing a pair of rectangular-shaped pupils to his lover. They were precisely like an Octopus’ eyes save for the beautiful sky color.

A gasp escapes your lips as you move closer to him and gaze into his eyes. Even when he was a master of covering his emotions and wearing his poker face, he couldn’t hide how anxious Azul felt. Initially, he would’ve taken a long time to warm up, even to entertain the thought of showing a side of himself, and at that, he’d never leave things to chance, but you showed him how serious you were and the passion you had.

He desperately wanted to wear his glasses and escape to the safety of his Octopot as he heard your gasp. Azul Ashengrotto felt like what he hated the most. Vulnerable. Sitting in silence for a few moments, you gathered your thoughts as you reached out to his hands on his lap. Unwavering and caught in his spell, you could only utter one sentence, and it was unfair how much comfort it brought him.

“You’re beautiful.”

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 1 year

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tuesday again 5/2/2023

some stuff i fucking HATED in this one

listening

new K. Flay AND new LUNA AURA singles out last friday but the thing that kept me company through several walks was this (billboard called it "industrial rager" which seems fine close enough) used for the yellowjackets tv show (something i have not watched and never will).

my brain has really craved repetitive lyrics recently. not sure what that's about. not a repeated lyric, but love one that goes "lipstick on the rifle". spotify

youtube

ty discover weekly.

reading

pour one out for the real ones, Vice's leftist gaming vertical Waypoint. if you've ever liked anything about the way i go about these posts you have them to thank. i would say they are the primary influence in the way i try to approach things like "is this a clever subversion that still holds a lot of love for the genre or does this not even know the rules it's trying to break". also a big factor in me going "okay this is what it says it is, this is the marketing copy and press releases" and a work says it's trying to do before assessing whether or not they do it well. may all the staff land softly, elsewhere, paid far more.

“There are a ton of destinations within gaming media that do a great job covering whether a game is worth your money. Instead, we want to focus on telling stories about why people play, and investigating how the games we love and spend so much time with come to be. Whether a game was a commercial success or has a small, dedicated community, we want to raise the conversation and take an in-depth look at the passion, people, and politics that underpin these worlds.” -Austin Walker, editor in chief until last year

the very last thing i read was this review of the new starred wars game, whose early review code sent to journalists was EXTREMELY different than what ended up shipping. this is uncommon but not unheard of, but almost nobody publishes a "null result" review like this one and it's a fascinating breakdown

This piece has, admittedly, gone off the rails, but if this had been a straightforward review, and at the end, I put an italicized section that said “based on 10 hours,” what would you say? If I’d finished the game but confessed at the end that the patched version was importantly different from the one I’d spent my time with, what then? Which review is worth more?

i also read Behind the Sun, Above the Moon, a non-binary scifi/fantasy anthology. i was not impressed with this collection in whole or in parts. it could have benefited from a stronger theme and editorial vision (i'm not actually sure this thing had an editor, now i'm looking closer?)

this has billed itself "a Queer anthology inspired by magic and the cosmos". what i was hoping/expecting this would be: a collection exploring what it means to be nonbinary through the lens of scifi and fantasy. it actually is: an almost completely human-centric collection about people who happen to be non-binary and happen to live in scifi or fantasy settings.

the critical problem is that most of them are very slice-of-life in a fantastic setting as opposed to a short story with uhhhhhh a theme and a point it makes. the worldbuilding, while often interesting, is not integral. 3/9 of these are set in a contemporary setting, and all of them could be set in a contemporary setting without losing much. 3/9 (one overlap) feature a protagonist or deuteragonist who is a cop, and all three of those read very gay assimilation-y/feel very concerned with perfect gay rep.

i don't really expect anyone to be the next o henry here, but none of them are self-contained. not the sort of ambiguous ending in the Ha Ha Im Going To Think About This For The Rest Of My Life way, they all feel like “first chapter of a planned new adult trilogy”.

i love anthologies. i am always rooting for anthologies. i am no stranger to imperfectly written speculative fiction. this one is just kind of nothing? none of these are good or particularly enjoyable examples of the form, either as short stories or as speculative fiction.

i don't actually know what tipped me off to this book, it's been on my overdrive for...two years.

watching

two out of three Magnificent Seven sequels are not worth my time, your time, or anyone else's. i have not bothered to watch Guns of the Magnificent Seven (1969, dir. Wendkos) bc i have a finite amount of time on this bitch of an earth.

i reluctantly have to hand the original some heterosexual rights. that move had a genuinely cute romance that fit in well with a particular character's growth, even if it was lifted whole cloth from Seven Samurai. this will be relevant when we discuss this franchise's hatred for women later.

Return of the Seven/Return of the Magnificent Seven (1966, dir. Kennedy), starring exactly one member of the original seven, is so poorly paced that i paused the film during an "exciting" bullfight, got up to get more snacks, got distracted, and ended up cleaning my kitchen.

there is a great deal of untranslated, un-captioned spanish throughout this movie, including the entire opening sequence. i don't know how i feel about this. on one hand, yeah, fuck them americans, and i would not call the english-language dialogue particularly crucial to your understanding of the plot. on the other hand, what.

as opposed to the original seven all being men who are fairly polite and follow some sort of code, the replacement five are all kind of sleazy? one of them only signs on bc there's an entire village full of women on their own. in other relationships, there is the KERNEL of a really fascinating fucked up family dynamic between the villain and his sons, but we don't even get hints of that until well after the halfway point. this is the original movie but less interesting and sloppier. the camerawork and effects simply are not there.

The Magnificent Seven Ride! (1972, dir. McCowan) is a really, really awful film to watch, and not just if you're a woman. this whole fucking film uses three separate instances of rape or gang rape as plot momentum. if you are not trying to fill out lee van cleef's filmography (only a thing me and @birdcfparadise are insane enough to do) this is actively skippable.

like okay. let’s just walk through the first fifteen minutes. lvc's young, new, nubile wife convinces him to let a kid who robbed a store get off with a warning instead of what lvc really wants to do, send him to jail. in return, the kid shoots lvc, kidnaps lvc's wife, and rapes and kills her on the trail. the movie, which wasn't good to start out with, does not improve from there. like the other sequel i watched, this is the original movie but less interesting and sloppier.

the one interesting choice this film makes: one of the seven is a failed journalist tailing lvc, hoping to get enough life details out of him to write a book. this is a fun period-appropriate twist and this could have been a fun proto-revisionist western/gracefully put the franchise to bed, but here we FUCKING are.

why'd i do this to myself: liked the original, like lvc.

playing

the steam collections i'm sorting things into areworking, bc i forgot i owned Call of Juarez: Gunslinger (2013, developed/published Techland). i do not remember buying this, i assume it was $1.99 in a sale at some point. this is a silly arcade-y first person shooter.

youtube

i suspect it will be the kind of thing i play through once and then completely forget about, but i will have a fun ten hours-ish.

this is a personal problem, but the moment you give me a long-distance rifle, i want to play as stealthily and perfectly as possible. (except in fallout, where it is way more fun to charge up to enemies like a very small freight train with a shotgun). this game is simply not built for stealth. this game wants you to move constantly. i do like how enemies are encountered in little groups or knots, and don't come after you if you've cleared out one group and haven't hustled along to the next. enemy AI was simply not very sophisticated in 2013. this gives me time to meander around looking at everything and going "oh i coulda got up on that water tower" or "totally missed that barrel of dynamite".

i like how over the top but un-self-serious it is so far. competent shooter, fewer of the bells and whistles we expect from a FPS these days, but we don't really need to be fucking around with health packs and more than one kind of ammo for a gun. nothing's really annoying me yet and i haven't fallen deeply in love with it, so i don't have a ton of thoughts other than "huh this is a decade old video game with decade-old design sensibilities, which isn't bad just different". stay tuned!

separate thought: i do think that the game's artstyle is about as detailed as i ever want a game to get. nothing ever really needs to be more realistic than this. i do think we peaked in 2013 and what 2013 CPUs could handle. we have better raytracing and particles and whatnot now, but that's at the cost of eerily hyperrealistic games where there is little to no non-signage visual signposting. nothing is guiding your eye through a level, things (consumables, collectibles, etc) are very easy to miss. if video games are an art form you need to pick a thing your game looks like. make a stylistic choice for christ's sake. not this game though. it's doing okay.

making

made some fake meatballs (shut up) bc the giant bag of bargain store brand meatballs i used to practically live on have risen to $20 a bag. angel hair and meatballs are easy to acquire and easy to eat, even if they do generate many dishes to wash.

making my own is not much cheaper, and raw ground meat texture is one of the worst things in the world. plus i had some carrots and oats and lentils to use up anyway. this required more chopping than my hands cared for, even though i bought pre-juilenned carrots and just sort of roughly diced them. the texture is UNSETTLINGLY like real meatballs. that sort of spongy? bouncy? mouthfeel. the taste is, of course, nothing like real meat. they are a little crumbly in actual pasta, but oversaucing whatever noodles are at the back of the pantry will help.

no pics bc they look awful. eating a lot of various lentil sludges lately partly bc i am trying to clean out my pantry before i move, and when i could still afford grocery delivery they frequently gave me green instead of the far superior red lentils.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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pooooooh! hello bb. how are you doing? i would like to send in an ask for your follower event.

My age: 18 - almost 19.

Appointment colour: RED

Who I am booking my appointment with: Suguru Geto

What I would like to happen during my appointment: i was thinking of professor!suguru with his student (of course both are adults) and he somehow finds out that she has a crush on him. so he does something about it👀 also can he be like nice at least? don't make him too mean because then i'd want to punch his face and i don't wanna mess up those handsome features yk?

thank you if you decide to do this and if not, that's completely fine too. enjoy and congrats again!!!

wordcount: 1.3k

content: college professor!geto, escort!geto, college student!reader, roleplay, praise, implied mutual pining, student teacher relations, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.), fingering, mutual masturbation, unedited

note from pooh: hi, my babyyy thank you so much for putting in a req for this event, i know it's now deleted but i wanted to still get these done as you and a two others were wonderful enough to participate. i'm so sorry this took so long, but it's hereee and i hope you enjoy it, i've never actually written the student x professor trope so we're getting me out of my comfort zone haha, it's a good thing tho, i need to be pushed as a writer. also i would never make him mean pls, i’d punch him too 😂

WARNING: this is smut, so please ensure you have your age visible on your account before interacting. minors (below 18+), ageless and blank blogs will be BLOCKED

Hope you enjoy ♡ reblogs are greatly appreciated

“I heard that you have something to tell me?” Your professor smiles as he shuts the door behind him.

You nod silently as you walk into the large hotel suite, marvelling at the intricacies and minute details, all in an attempt to ignore the task at hand. You weren’t sure when or even if he had actually found out, but as your toes sunk into the soft carpeting at the foot of the bed everything became a reality.

“Y/n.” His voice interrupts your train of thought, your gaze now on him instead of the satin sheets adorning the king-sized bed in front of you. It was as if your throat closed itself as those dark eyes bore into yours, and although seemingly soft, you were still able to catch the flicker of lust within their depths. “I’m not making you nervous am I?” He questions, head tilting teasingly on his approach.

With a shaky breath you finally find your voice. “No,” His brow raises at your shy dismissal, choosing to lean against the desk adjacent to you. “Not entirely…”

“Not entirely?” He echoes, playing with the collar of his turtleneck. “So what is it?”

You pause, an exhale escaping your gloss-sheened lips. “Well… we spend a lot of time together with all these private lessons…” Your hair bounces as you set your bag down at your feet, gaze failing to meet his in doing so.

“We do.” He confirms, watching you over the rim of his glasses.

“So, can you blame me?”

“For?” He knew exactly what this was about, so did he really crave the satisfaction of hearing you say it that badly?

“For what it is I’m feeling.” A small smile graces your lips when he offers a hand and you take it eagerly, gasping as he pulls you into him, chest flush against his own.

“And what feeling would that be?” The question is hushed, breath hot against your lips that now ghosted his. You didn’t answer immediately, it’s not like you could anyway, the movement of his hands far too distracting as one rubs soothing circles into your hips and the other caresses your cheek.

“Affection,” You begin, gaze dropping to his lips. “Desire,” The hand at your waist snakes to the curve of your ass, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh. “… Lust?”

“Such a dirty girl, lusting after your professor of all people.” He smirks, voice low as the tendrils of salacity take hold of him. “What ever shall I do with you, hmm?”

“I’m sure we can think of something.” Those were your final words before he pulled you into a kiss, lips hot and desperate against your own, the last of his resolve decimated by the simple bat of your lashes.

Immediately your fingers lace through the inky stands of his hair, nails grazing his scalp as he pulls you closer. His own digits snake beneath the hem of your skirt, hands finding purchase on your ass, squeezing and kneading it in his palms whilst his mind strays from any sliver of remaining decency.

He walks you backward into the edge of the desk, wordlessly telling you to sit when he guides you onto it, stepping between already parted thighs. His touch wanders from the softness of your backside to the heat of your core, smiling when he finds it free of any underwear.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me, Miss l/n.” He jests as he mindlessly plays between your legs, pads of his index and middle compassing the expanse of your clit.

“And if I am, Mr Geto?”

“Then let me be the first to tell you…” His fingers dance through your folds, pooling arousal allowing them to glide easily. “You’ve succeeded.”

With the ministrations of his digits and the warmth of his lips against your skin, it wasn’t long before you were moaning into his shoulder, clawing at the wool of his sweater desperately, hips rolling in time with each stroke of your clit.

“Fuck, Suguru!” You mewl, yearning for more. His teasing fingertips growing less effective with the imprint of his cock nudging against your inner thigh, a more interesting prospect in the face of unbridled lust.

A breathy exhale escapes him as you trace the outline through his slacks, one finger at a time making their way around the rim, your other hand trailing lower to cup his balls.

“Shit.” Geto growls, watching as you stroke him through the prison of his pants, your small hands moving in time with his that still worked between your thighs. “Don’t stop, baby.”

You take that as an invitation to undo his belt, the buckle clinking as you pull it from around his waist. Next was the button and fly, Geto’s ability to speak lost in the trance of your fingers making quick work of his slacks, chest heaving when they pool at his ankles.

The involuntary buck of his hips as your touch returns to his bulge makes you snicker, palm stroking it leisurely and still refusing to slip beneath the fabric of his briefs. “You’re such a fucking tease.” He moans into your neck, his own fingers still buried between the warmth of your thighs.

You giggle in reply, gaze growing hazy with each circle of your sensitive bud. “You’re one to talk.”

“Touche, sweetheart.” Those final words had rendered you both speechless, coherent conversation replaced with one in the form of sighs and soft moans, each exhale hot against the other’s skin that were now no doubtedly flushed in such close proximity. Silently, you fell into a reverie of mutual pleasure, gasping when he dips his fingertips past your entrance.

“Sugu…” His eyes meet yours briefly, gaze a clear picture of hunger and desire as he drank in your angelic features, the apples of your cheeks, the dilation of your pupils, the alluring curve of your plush lips.

He cups your hand with his free one, guiding you beyond the waistband of his briefs, a mute request you were more than happy to grant. Instantaneously does his breath brush your lips, the resulting sigh becoming yours as you draw him into a kiss. The prudent grasp around his length evolves into a steady rhythm, mirroring the in and out of his index and middle fingers.

“How is it that no matter how many times we do this, you still manage to make me feel this way?” You didn’t have an answer, not that he actually needed one anyway, he was all too aware of how familiar his body was to you.

There were times he actually craved you, this little student teacher game you’d thrown him into, one of his favourites among the long list of clients that walked through that door. They say it’s dangerous to mix business and pleasure, but with that being the entire point of his job, it was difficult to avoid those inevitable emotions. However, he was obligated to maintain strict professionalism, he owed you that much.

“Because I’m the best you ever had.” The claim was teasing but not entirely false, though he’d never admit that outloud.

“And I’m assuming that title belongs to me as well?”

Your giggle sparks a foreign feeling in the depths of his chest. “I don’t know about that.”

“Mm,” Was his only response before picking up the pace of his fingers, pads grazing the spongy domain of your g-spot.

“Fuck, wait, Sugu, hold on- ah!”

“What am I waiting for, baby?” He smirks, eyes dark as he ignores the desperate clutching of your hands around his wrist.

“Suguru, please, I can’t, ‘s too much- fuck!” The intense pleasure that overcomes you has him chuckling, the scene of your climax never ceasing to entertain. The heat of your thighs trap him in his place, still knuckle deep in your pussy, arousal staining the mahogany desk beneath your ass. He doesn’t mind, in fact helping you through it with the simple stroke of your clit, kissing your forehead that once rested against his own.

When you finally come down, you go lax against him with a sigh. “Did that help you determine your answer?” He questions softly, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

You laugh breathlessly, a feeble fist striking his chest. “Yes.”

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#the ending was hard and idk why hahaha i struggled a little i'll be honest #⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ pooh’s world ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹#geto #getou #jjk geto #geto suguru #geto x you #geto x y/n #geto x reader #jjk smut #geto smut #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #getou suguru #female reader #x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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Lights

Characters: Head Engineer Mark, The Captain

Word Count: 561

Spicy Rating: None

Author's Note: חג חנוכה סעודה to my Jewish readers and friends on this first night of Hanukkah, and I hope this Festival of Lights treats you well. ❤❤ And yes, I am craving latkes. So...yeah, Captain is me real hard in this fic.

The first bright lights in part of the colony made the Captain's eyes light up. It was about the time of winter for the colony, and Mark had been walking with his captain, typing notes into his wrist tablet as they talked, quietly discussing things to help improve the colony in the coming year. This was an old habit, even though technically the Captain didn't need to do this anymore, they still liked having something to do.

The lights, however...he didn't understand why they got so excited about them. Before he had a chance to question it, they had jogged ahead, waving to a couple of people who had just popped out of their home, with one of those lights.

"Chag Urim Sameach!" The colonists eyes lit up, speaking quietly and excitedly with the Captain for a bit, before they made their way back to him and the walk continued on.

"What was...what did you say?" Mark couldn't help be interested in everything the Captain did, and this was another aspect of them that he had learned today.

"Oh! Something I had learned from some Jewish friends, back on Earth. It's...Well, I wished them a Happy Hanukkah, basically. Festival of Lights, specifically, but." They smiled, swinging their arms excitedly. "I missed it last year, but getting to see the start of Hanukkah this year...I wanted to make sure I said something to someone. And I get latkes if I visit later, which means I'm going to be very very well fed. It's been so long since I had latkes..."

He hummed, thinking. "Do you? Celebrate, I mean."

"No, no no. I'm goyim, I don't celebrate it, and I can't really ever understand the full depths of what it means. I know the story of the Maccabees, and the lights that held out against all odds. And really, in the grand scheme of things and from what I've been told, it's more of a low-key holiday compared to things like, Rosh Hashanah or Sukkot, but...I have kind of a softness about just...lights in the darkness."

"Oh?" Mark watched the way they took a last, lingering look at the lights in windows, realizing now that they were menorahs, before continuing on their way. "Tell me about it? Do...Do you celebrate any winter holidays?"

They smiled, linking their arms behind their back. "Yule. Technically it's more than just a night, but...I guess that's why I like the lights in the darkness so much. Depending on how you celebrate, you...light a fight, and keep it burning through the longest night of the year, until dawn. Really, maybe that's why I like the idea of lights in the dark...it's a reminder of..."

The Captain paused, turning to him, to take his hands in theirs, squeezing tightly. A reminder that they were here, they were holding onto him, even now.

"It's a reminder that, no matter how bad things can seem, no matter how scary, despite whatever fear or terrible things lurk out there...against every unlikely odd...there's always a tomorrow. There's always a new start. A light leading us on. We just have to hold onto hope. Even if it happens again...there's always hope. You just have to keep holding on."

Mark swallowed, knowing exactly what they meant. Even as they slipped their fingers from his, turning to keep walking on, he followed his light and hope.

#my writing #head engineer x captain #captaineer #space sweetheart #iswm head engineer #iswm #iswm captain #markiplier egos #engineer mark #head engineer mark

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hi!!! so i have been following your YouTube channel since (checks calender) 2018 so it's been a while, and I'm a huge fan, just a lil shy (you're so cool holy shit, your writing is mind blowing, aaaaaa), so ANYWAY the point of this ask is, body back sounds awesome, might i request some more vibes perhaps 👀👀👀

Omg hi!!!! I could cry to learn someone’s been watching my videos for so long 😭 thank you for all your support!! ❤️ when people think I’m cool it makes me v excited because I’m really just a little gremlin IRL! Happy you like my writing & appreciate all the engagement!

Of COURSE I can send more vibes for BB! First, here's just an excerpt because I'm about to go ham under the cut lol:

The pool he floats in belongs to a young couple. The man works real estate according to the signs Harrison’s seen of his face peppered around the neighbourhood. He’s wondered if that’s ever humiliating, to constantly see pixelated versions of yourself everywhere. But that doesn’t matter. His wife walks dogs in her free time, which means always. Last week, Harrison watched her jog with a vizsla, and just yesterday she spent the morning on their gable-roofed veranda brushing a wispy Alaskan malamute. That was the same veranda Harrison passed on his way to their yard’s fence. Perhaps they wanted someone to do what he did: hook his boot into the crisp rung of their gate, then swing right over. Why else would it have been so easy?

More in-depth BB rambles under here!

CW: drug addiction, mental illness, violence & suicide.

This project is taking over me right now, which might be a way of my brain procrastinating finishing Seventh Virtue (LOL), but I’ve learned to just lean into the hyperfixation so we’re here now!

I really felt drawn to write BB because of this extremely complex thing Harrison goes through in Moth Work that unbeknownst to 17-year-old Rachel who wrote it, she reaaaaaallllly relates to now at 21. I've been unable to stop thinking about this since re-reading MW, because I somehow profoundly represented this experience at 17 that I'm now undergoing at 21.

Harrison is supporting someone who needs a LOT of help (at this point in MW, Lonan’s been an addict for about 3 years, is chronically depressed, is in a constant disocciated state, has attempted suicide twice in less than a year). He feels responsible for this because he loves this person very much--he WANTS to help Lonan. But I don't think he realizes how much effort this will entail and that he himself doesn't have the sole power to "fix" anything. But he’s so young—how long can he handle this before he himself breaks?

The answer is: not long! One could say Harrison’s fatal flaw in MW is not wanting to change. He doesn’t WANT to leave Lonan behind because he doesn't WANT to lose him, he doesn’t WANT a relationship with his mom, Suzanna. At the same time, his life is at this tenuous impasse: things CANNOT sustainably continue in the state they're in, but he's terrified of them changing. And by the end of the book, both of those things happen—it’s his arc. The loose end is the prior point: he's terrified of change, but now the change has happened.

What I want to do in BB is take that loose end and light it on fire. I want to show what happens when that change happens. It's NECESSARY change, but in this moment, feels like the worst decision possible. BB is about the in-between space of being in a destructive relationship & eventually putting yourself first. For Harrison, the experience is extremely messy. He craves intimacy badly but has no idea how to love anyone but Lonan. He craves independence but is also scared of it: how do you start your own life when the last few years have been focused on someone else's?

In Moth Work, he creates the beginnings of a relationship with a man named Jeremiah (to be clear: H&L aren’t dating in MW, they never canonically actually date unlike how I make it sound LOL, only in the Seventh Virtue AU are they a couple!). Jeremiah is a really interesting character in Harrison's life because he represents something "normal." Here's when Harrison meets him in MW:

The motel is named after a dead woman—The Greta Arquette. Harrison discovers this while absently thumbing through a brochure at the empty front desk. The lobby is decorated with vintage clocks and floral wallpaper and it makes sense—the woman it’s dedicated to died at 92. He’s on page six when a young man with an earring and a hair pick appears behind the desk.

Harrison shuts the brochure and slots it back into the display. “Can I get a room?” he asks, already fumbling for his wallet.

“Long ride?”

The clerk—Jeremiah, according to his nametag—smiles. His skin glows amber under the lanterns hung from the ceiling, and his hair looks too good for 2AM. The collar of his uniform pastes underneath his sweater, and it’s almost charming, this unnoticed mistake.

Wait up for my video later today (3PM EST!!) where I literally in-depth analyze a couple scenes with Jeremiah (since I talk more about this there), but essentially, Harrison gets a small taste of what it might be like to be a "typical" 21-year-old here. It entails dancing with people you think are cute, enjoying each other's company without doing anything at all, going to breakfast, etc... All things he and Lonan have never done.

In BB, I want to show the breakdown of this "normal" relationship as Harrison more and more self-destructs to self-preserve. He literally cannot handle this change he's incited--who is he at all without Lonan? He doesn't know, and he can't handle that he doesn't know, so he "goes bad." There's brief mentions of this turn in Feeding Habits where Harrison addresses he was a bit of a disaster when he and his mother lived in Las Vegas, which is why his main goal in FH is to "restart" in NYC (and it's why he also gets destructive again in NYC when his second reboot fails).

I always knew elements of what happened to Harrison in Las Vegas, but didn't know the extent. In FH, the only element we're certain of is when he runs into the same woman Lonan runs into in ch. 6 of Moth Work. He essentially ends up being beat up badly, which for him (mostly his mother, Suz) is the last straw and what makes them pack up to NY.

It was only later, when he stumbled, bloody knuckled, through their front door, stepping over partygoers and martini glasses, that he understood. He hadn’t come to the party thinking about Lonan but managed to attract the same people. He hadn’t drunk the magenta liquid thinking about him but managed to exit the house stumbling, as Lonan did, his knees knotted like a newborn lamb's. There was something inconceivably indissoluble about them—their bond mirror-like, one making a decision, and the other mimicking it with vigour somewhere else, unknowingly inseparable.

But I've been wanting to write what happened BEFORE this, in the time between, which is what BODY BACK is going to be! Here's an excerpt from FH (ft. Jeremiah) that takes place during this timeline:

They saw each other in brief, neon stints. Drinking in his one-bedroom, after Jeremiah’s shifts at The Greta Arquette—a dingy motel—clattering, limb by limb, under his Styrofoam disco ball and calling it dance. They knew each other so little but so well. Where each groove of skin and bone on the other’s body was, what limbs could notch so perfectly together, like nubs of old soap fused together.

The vibes are going to be pretty much the above! Mirror balls, pop music, drugs in misty rooms, eat the rich, etc.

I've been excited to write this story because it shows a side of Harrison I only barely understood when I wrote Feeding Habits. It's actually why Feeding Habits was IMPOSSIBLE for me to write, because I was still seeing Harrison in "caretaker" mode when he actually was rejecting that fully. I wasn't used to seeing him make bad decisions. For all accounts, Harrison is a terrible person in FH. He takes advantage of his mother's kindness, he disappears to scare her, he's self-medicating, he's inviting Reeve to his place under the guise of catching up with an old friend when he actually doesn't care at all about her and only wants to see a glimpse of Lonan's face, he's stealing from the vulnerable, and doesn't want to stop any of it. FH is really Harrison's destruction arc, and BB is going to explore HOW that happened--what triggered those events?

I'd always seen Lonan as the "issue" in their relationship. This was natural in a lot of ways since Lonan started out as a literal villain (lol), but also mostly because I emotionally related to him most back when I was writing him. ALLL my negative emotions and struggles went right to him. It's why Lonan was my favourite character all throughout my teenage years. What I didn't expect is that at the age they're at in this book (21), I'd suddenly understand Harrison on a very, very different level. This is also another reason I want to write this like NOW because I'm 21 and in a similar (albeit wayyyy less dramatic) era. Is this sort of going to be autofiction, maybe!

I think in MW, Harrison doesn't feel much like an "adult" yet. in BODY BACK, he KNOWS he's an adult, and goes a little too hard knowing he can do whatever the hell he wants. If Harrison can do what he wants, it means he can reclaim himself even if it means destruction along the way. What's he willing to do to get his body back?

That's a q to ponder!

It's going to be lots of fun! LOL

#writing #fostered #bodyback #mothwork #I love this project sm already even tho I've barely written it #idk how I'm going to be a functional Adult until this thing is out of my brain

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omg hello first things first i just wanna say i have probably read if i lose my mind countless of times since i love it so much!

i really love the way u write the story from the plot, characters, pacing, everything! it made me crave more of your similar haechan works and saw that u dropped ur newest death of peace of mind AND OH MY GOSH I JUST FINISHED READING IT JUST NOW AND INITIALLY GOT SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW IT'S FOR THE ONE'S WHO LOVE DREAM SORTER HAECHAN!

thank you thank you so much for writing this! ♡♡♡ AAAAAA I JUST REALLY ENJOYED READING IT AND I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE NEXT PART 😭

with that being said, although i am a bit familiar with miyazaki or tim burton films, i still have yet to completely immerse myself in watching them sooooooo i am quite curious where you get these specific ideas and inspirations (like dream sorter and soulmate train conductor) from hehe since it's so interesting to incorporate those seemingly mundane type of things irl (like dreams and trains) into a magic core concept love story! like were those ideas garnered from the concept of the films themselves or did you add anything from your end for a little ✨pizzazz✨?

omg i hope my last ramble made at least any sense since i really don't know much about miyazaki and tim burton films 😅

anyway, thank you so much again and i hope you have a great week ahead! ♡♡♡

hello!!!!!! thank you so so so much for sending this! I'm so glad you loved the stories!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

dream sorter came to me when I saw those pictures of bell boy haechan in the hotel and i was like yo imagine a hotel you stay in and you fall in love with him but it sounded so boring just like that so I was like well all those colours and the eerie vibes reminds me of something more magical so I was like DREAMS, and that's how it came around hehehe also teddy bear the song really added to it because the main lines haechan sing are let's meet in our dreams and I was like YOOOO bet let's

the train one is when 2 days ago I saw this tik tok on my fyp of an account doing magical scenarios and they were like imagine you go on a train and it brings you to different magical places and you meet your soulmate there and I was like HUHHH so I made up the idea of this world where you must go on this train to meet your soulmate but again having yn meet the soulmate there and that's it sounded boring so I was like TRAIN CONDUCTOR and then the imagery just came to me, steam train, late Victorian era/industrial revolution, nice dresses and little spring and summery towns like a ghibli film BUT also the lack of time in the train, curtains on the windows at all times, basically sentient train, little magical happenings, it also feels like some kind of eerie dream which recalls burton

as you perhaps noticed, in both stories the reader falls in love with background people or people who organise the magical world and I really like this idea. instead of falling in love with another dreamer in your dreams you fall in love with the sorter of them, and instead of finding your soulmate in another passenger you find it in the conductor. there's something curious and powerful about this

when it comes to the miyazaki and tim burton tags i basically use them mostly to kinda explain to people what the vibe of the fics are and nothing from the actual plot of the films. the magic in these particular fics is not explained in depth (as it is for example in my demon Haechan series), it's taken for granted, like it's just there, mostly how it happened in miyazakis and burton's films, and it's just eerie and weird, nothing more. I've also only seen a few of the movies and that's it but they have a very specific vibe to them. miyazaki has these gorgeous lands and flowers and little towns and steam boats and trains and planes and burton has these eerie and borderline creepy imagery. in both of their works the stories are gorgeous but also kinda tragic somehow and the weirdnesses the characters encounter are seen as normal (marrying a skeleton, howls whole persona and walking house, talking animals, a town in which people find normal seeing a boy with scissors for hands etc) merging them together I feel like they describe the dream sorter haechan fic and the conductor fic well

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Trying to imagine the future for myself has become quite the daunting task. I feel like dreaming about what I wanted for tomorrow used to be so simple... and maybe most adults begin to feel that process becoming more difficult as they age... but it's just become somewhat of a damper. My mind used to be where I went to escape and now I feel like it's the one thing I can't seem to get away from. It has become a kinder place for me more recently and I'm thankful for that, but I still have my days where all it feels like I can do is gasp for breath. I was out with friends the other night to celebrate the new year. The night was unfolding to be a very chill but enjoyable evening until we got to our final destination and people began counting down. It felt as if a darker filter was shadowing over what my eyes saw as each number was shouted out. And as everyone shouted "Happy New Year", I felt this all too familiar depth of loneliness wash over me. As someone who lives with depression, this emotion is just something I've come to accept. It's kind of like the nosey neighbor who stops by on their time with no care for yours or those folks trying to contact you about your cars extended warranty.. you never know when depression will present it's scripts, but you know that inevitably it will and it will probably be at an inconvenient and unexpected time. I tried to shake it off yesterday by running some errands but that ended up being me driving around for 2 hours and wearing my sunglasses so that people wouldn't see that I was crying. I was craving nostalgia. Craving all of the better yesterdays that had come before my worst day. My mom used to love bean burritos from taco bell and my dad and I used to watch "Iron Chef". The tastes, smells, and sounds of my youth... that's what I was craving. I'm trying to teach myself to look forward for what's to come rather than imaging I can change what already has. I'm thankful for a new year. I'm thankful for another chance.

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Remember why. You're okay. Aim for what you want. Focus on you. Step by step. Keep your side of the street clean. Everything "good" and everything "bad" are all found simply in a moment. Be here and be now.

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11/23/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

Acts 15 - 16

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological, I'm. Jill today's the 23rd day of November. Happy Thanksgiving everyone this is a day we set aside to stop and pause and consciously give thanks with the people that we love family and friends and sometimes friends that are family. it seems to me one of those acceptable days to eat far too much and it's funny and probably middle of last month is when my son Ezekiel and I start craving this day of carb overload and now it is upon us so, Happy Thanksgiving to all of you who observe this day and maybe we could just stay in that mindset of gratitude. Thanksgiving pausing consciously and verbally expressing the things that which we are grateful and thankful for to God and to one another I am extremely grateful for every gift of one of my five children my two additional children and spouses that gives me another daughter and another son and my five grandchildren and of course an amazing man that I get to call my husband. and I am so grateful for each of you and this community that you're here for your love for your prayers for your support and for your love for one another. Jesus said that's how the world will know that we are his by the way that we love one another and you all do it so well so, Happy Thanksgiving. moving right along we're here to read the word, we're back in the book of Acts today reading Acts chapter 15 and 16 and this week we're reading the New Living Translation, Acts chapter 15.

Commentary

So yesterday we read in the Book of James one of the messages of endurance, and then today we see the message of endurance played out with Paul and Silas. and I hope that we can grasp this concept of persecution because I know I've heard that word thrown around in the last few years of religious persecution as it relates to our religious freedom but to really grasp the context the word of persecution that's happening within the early church and for those who don't know church history, it carries on for centuries people literally dying for a difference in beliefs for professing the name of Jesus. so unless we know anyone that has personally died for their religious beliefs it's hard to really understand that concept and I would argue further that we are Miss using the word persecution. to be beaten for your faith as a concept most of us will not understand so we could argue that Paul is just merely exercising his religious freedoms by commanding a demon out in the name of Jesus those words got him and Silas beat and imprisoned. Silas is Guilty By Association and I hope we can hear this and not adopt this as a solution to a formula of Faith, because we tend to do that oh if you just start singing Praise songs, In the story with Paul become empty rhetorical formulas to people in hardship and suffering is a very maybe insensitive response to hardship suffering the brutality of life and the brutality of Life at the hands of fellow Believers, that may differ from us in our theology but what I hope we do gather is the depth of belief and Faith and Hope and endurance from Paul and Silas in the midst of brutality and imprisonment maybe even an example of the endurance that James spoke of in our reading from yesterday. and then maybe we can zoom the lens in just a little further and talk about the Integrity of Paul and Silas they could so easily have walked away with the cell doors being flung open in the middle of an earthquake thanks Daddy-o peace out death averted but they stayed hey that is really good example of integrity and character not just doing what is right when people are looking but doing what is right when no one is looking. because of their integrity because they did what was right and the eyes of no one that was even watching people came to know Jesus and that even sounds insensitive to someone who is suffering. while you're suffering will bring someone closer to Jesus but maybe how we respond during suffering maybe how we respond to the question of our integrity what we do when no one is looking knowing that ultimately God knows it all and he sees knows our hearts, maybe when endurance requires us to hang on just a little bit longer than we ever anticipated without any foreseeable idea of what is coming next maybe these things are the true Testament of our faith to those who are not in relationship with Jesus maybe these components of what makes up our faith are what we can gather from today. to say I can take that away I can sit and examine my Integrity I can see what I value by stopping and taking inventory of my life or a second I can see how I'm responding or not responding in times of needing to hold on just a little bit longer. while surrendering my idea how to clean this up really fast and move on are any of these things easy absolutely not but maybe the hardest of the hard things in life make the most Lasting Impressions. and how we proceed and how others perceive us as we proceed are they wanting anything at all did you wear the Jesus cuz of the person that we are.

Prayer

Jesus we thank you for this time here together in your word. we thank you for these messages that can be components of our faith endurance but formulas have we learned along the way that we need to let go of Integrity. what are we doing behind closed doors when no one is looking what are we trying to hide from you knowing that there's nothing we can hide from you. what are we trying to hide from one another because we're afraid that if people really knew us they'd have nothing to do with us. what do we need to confess I pray that we would take some of these questions today and examine our hearts Our Lives and that you would meet every single one of us give us the courage to move past the shame towards your Embrace, toward your love. and your forgiveness your kindness that leads us to repentance and I thank you on this day of giving thanks on this day of gratitude on this day of Plenty and harvest and overflowing that we would pause reflect if thanks to you I pray this now all in the name of the father Son and Holy Spirit amen.

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12 years he has a little bit more energy but he feels like he is overdoing that by going to a Bible study every week he really wants to go to this Bible study it's really Life Giving to him and it's basically his only social outlet so would you all be praying for him to have enough energy for that my mom had her surgery her knee surgery and it went well there's like a three to four month recovery time so she still recovering and see y'all's continued prayers would be very much appreciated I also wanted to ask for prayer for me so I am 35 weeks pregnant and I'm going to be giving birth probably around 38 weeks cuz that's what I did last time so really soon last birth was very traumatic and very long and it took me 6 months to be able to talk about my birth without bursting into tears so I've had a lot of healings since then but these births are also very close together the other one was just 14 and 1/2 months ago so anyway would you all pray that I would be ready for this birth physically emotionally it would go faster and easier than I wouldn't care and yeah just that God would help me through it and I'd be emotionally in a good place the whole time thank you all so much God bless hey Google I was listening and praying along and rejoicing there's so many awesome things that have been happening and I just thought I would update you my friend Jen they re-diagnosed her with a type of cancer that has a one to two year life expectancy and obviously the families her areas on her lungs has reduced by 50% so I know that's not just the medication that's also the prayer so I want to thank you all for praying for her and then can you just be praying for my Dad we are going to deliver the blankets to his nursing home on December 1st and I'm just praying that he would have a day of clarity to be able to participate in that and to be able to understand what's going on he was always such a generous and giving heart and I would just love for him to be able to participate in giving his friends at the facility their own blankets so I super appreciate it I love all you guys and I will check in soon I really hope that the Lord God with how this go through if I it's meant to be this is for Grace who I hear how broken her heart is having this toxic marriage and Grace I have no idea what the Lord will have me say to you I don't know what is Willis if since you're in a marriage just like that so being in the marriage I really don't know I'm sure he doesn't want you to be in a relationship no matter what kind it is and be treated like that but I don't want to tell you leaves that I get divorce whatever cuz I don't know what's playing is but anyway I don't know if you're just leave for a while and separated you know just live apart I don't know but all I know is I really want you to know that if my heart is breaking for you I want you to know that I'm thinking of you I'm praying for you I'm hugging you holding you from this side of the phone and I am just praying very hard for you so Lord please give Grace your wisdom your peace your comfort your protection sleep I mean just every kind of wisdom help her to be still listen and hear you you know let this husband like see how she is different and sees the Lord in her and maybe you know use and so hopefully they'll be used to change his heart cuz he needs you so much to Lord so thank you Lord and Jesus name I pray amen

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Wowwwww I'm writing here like a year after i said i would. Uhhhh take this suselle oneshot.

Tw: Mentions of starvation, grief, hurt no comfort.

Summary: Noelle goes missing after the dark world and Susie goes through it.

The Ghost of You

There wasn’t a sound that echoed in the dim house, while chatter wasn’t a normal occurrence, there was usually the blaring from a beat up cd player, or rage quitting of reptilian monster and following after the throwing of an old nintendo game boy. But those sounds were merely memories to the surrounding houses, for its inhabitant has been glued to her mattress for weeks now. It was an odd scenario, for it had been a month since the announcement of the disappearance of Noelle Holiday and the last person everyone thought would be affected was Susie. Sure everyone in town were shocked and upset, most everyone had nothing but a positive perception of Noelle, it was truly a tragic event and no one knew how to deal with it, let alone fathom how one of the roughest monsters was so grief stricken.

It didn’t matter though, in all honesty more people were more confused than concerned but even that was mostly forgotten about. “At least there’s some peace in the streets now”, was a common phrase that left the lips of those who were asked by curious folks. But nothing was peaceful in the depths of Susie’s mind, it was plagued with regret and a deep betrayal that no one could possibly understand. The last moments she had with Noelle played on loop in her mind, and each time she noticed the signs that she was naive to before, it was anguish, a cruel joke from the world taunting her with the feeling that if she had just done one thing different-

Fury bubbled Susie’s chest; she bared her teeth and curled herself into a smaller ball on the broken mattress, her eyes stung as she desperately tried to steady her breathing. It was a constant battle, and nothing seemed to help. Kris attempted to check on her once, but they seemed off, tense, uncomfortable, and almost strained. That was several weeks ago though and since Susie continued to wallow alone, it’s not like she really had anyone to confide in since Kris is really her only friend. She had no energy to go to the dark world to see Ralsei; he probably wouldn’t really know what to do anyway. Susie sat up from her position, the ripped comforter falling from her shoulders. She looked around her room, her plain walls contained many holes, a ‘Gorillaz’ poster she found at a garage sale hanged lopsided with a knife being the only thing attaching it to the wall. A bunch of random doodles and swear words littered the room as well. She looked at the small nightstand she had, it was missing the drawer she shoved her clothes into the hallowed inside, and on the table there was varying amounts of shit she had ‘borrowed’. Such as a snickers bar she found on Alphy’s desk, she grabbed it and tore it open and took a bite out of the first half. Her stomach started doing flips, craving more of the little nutrition it received, and probably all it would receive for a long time. Susie scarfed the second half throwing the wrapper to be forgotten in a dark corner. Looking up, she stared at the slim sunlight that shined out a pathetic excuse for a window. Susie squinted at first, used to the dark abyss under her covers but quickly adjusted.

Susie steadily got up, her legs wobbling and her back aching, unused to the movement. She slowly made her way to the window looking out at the vast world outside that she feels a stranger to, the draft of the autumn breeze hit her face, as she watched leaves fall the surrounding trees, many shades of brown and yellow floated gently to the ground the scene displayed reminded her of Noelle. The color of the leaves, fondly holding the traits of her captivating exterior, their gentle nature is almost as tender and kind as her herself, and the sun was almost just as warm and bright as she was. It was too much, Susie began trembling, this isn’t fair echoed over and over in her thoughts. A strained sob welled in her throat, as she clutched the window trying to steady her buckling knees. Tears started leaking down her face, and that's when she gave up and fell to her knees. She was drowning in adoration for her, and she had only realized it now, while she is treading in sorrow and utter despair. She would never be able to speak of this intense yearning, this wish to just be able to utter how she feels to the only person who saw so much more than her hard exterior. Susie sniffiled as she started to hug her knees, she gasped out choking on her breath, and a shaky fist rubbing away her tears. While this was happening the sun still beamed warm on her, it felt as if it were wrapping her up and holding her in its arms, it was like Noelle was there comforting her heavy soul. Susie’s sobs turned into small sniffles as she looked up at the rays through the window. She was far from okay, and probably would be for a long time. Though the thought of Noelle still being with her through the sun, brought a peace she hadn’t felt in so, so long. Her head did not intrude memories or thoughts of maybies, the world didn't seem to exist to taunt her or even at all, Kris’ strange behavior, the town's judgment, was all gone. It was just her and the warmth of the sun and that was enough for now.

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Breathe Me

Chapter II of Bittersweet Escapades series

Taeil x Reader

Romance, Smut (oral, female receiving, squirting, fingering, sucking)

So, 2nd chap is updated, yeey! I'm here to slap y'all for sleeping on this boy, this guy, this man and I'm here to present you different side of Moon Taeil...a wild side. So yeah, I planned this way different to be than it is but there ya go! It's shorter than one with Taeyong but much intense...though it's just a 4-star rated smut 😳

Hope you enjoy this, and let me know if you have any feedback or any suggestions, please!! 🥰

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Taeil proposed to you right after one month of dating. Your friends would name it to be ludicrous and insane at the same time, but both of you could not bring yourselves to pay any care to what people talked about. You just knew you were meant to be with one another; for each other - together and forever, never apart.

Your wedding was of a small venue decorated in white lilies and airy curtains but none mattered more than your oath on eternal love and loyalty - in good and bad, for life and death. Your parents have not been much happy about your choice, but their duty to support a child's happiness was far greater than the urge to oppose your felicity.

Taeil's kiss is not at all the same as those movie stars, but one steeped in a passion that ignites. It is the promise of realness, of the primal desire that lives in us all. And with the kiss, he tells you that he is awake, connected within, that he embraces himself rather than hide as a copy of those romantic idols. Taeil was a good lover and when a good lover loves you, good things happen. You rise in all ways. You believe in yourself more. You begin to thrive in ways you never realized were possible. You become more, a better version of yourself, yet still yourself. When a good lover loves you, it's all good, that's how you can be sure you are right for one another.

So, Taeil begins to trail kisses down your exposed neck slightly nibbling on sensitive skin as you close your eyes to savor the sensations while your hand brushes gently over his face and hair. He already went down on you.

As much as you love to look down at him as he lies between your thighs, at other times, you love to lie back and just enjoy the sensory overload. One thing is for sure, when you are in bed, you must touch him. It is a need beyond desire, it is as basic to you as breathing. Breathing, his scent. The scent of beloved man you've vowed to love unconditionally until the last wind leaves your lungs and takes you into nothingness. You felt pretty and loved and appreciated, and Taeil felt proud of accomplishing all that - to let you know how pretty you are, how much loved and appreciated you are. How important you are to him.

"Baby, you're gorgeous", heaves Taeil in between your legs, hungry and full of love eyes never leaving yours before you feel his warm breath on your mound and thighs. He is being a devil and delaying his contact with your pussy right now. In frustration, your hips rise as if to meet his mouth and you hear a soft laugh erupt from him.

"Does my baby need me?"

"Yes, God yes I do."

Taeil finally lowers his face to you and lets his morning stubble rub against your soft inner thighs. The burning sensation only heightens your arousal for him. Your soft moan of pleasure gives him an idea. Taeil moves his face over your full puffy lips and rubs his face back and forth across them, causing the burn not only to ignite on the tender skin there but deep within yourself.

Your response was exactly matching his expectation. Your lips become fuller yet, but they slowly part allowing your scent to perfume the room. Wet, wild, untamed, and lustful, your pussy calls out to him of your need. He swirls his tongue through the soft down covering your womanhood, then stops for a moment. He then begins to nip at the lips moving back and forth between them causing them to engorge further. Taking a lip in his teeth, he treats it much as he does your nipples. Licking, sucking, lightly biting, and pulling it away from your body, he watches your face change over each movement.

A small hand of yours caresses his face and plays with his hair while the other moves to your breasts. You cup and knead each at a time, drawing your fingers towards your nipple until you had the aureola trapped between them. With a slight tug, you pull the breast upwards until the nipple slides through your fingers. You shudder as the breast falls back to its place. Reaching across, you perform the same act on the other, though your movements are a bit rougher, belying your growing arousal.

Taeil's eyes look up over your body, to your hands ravaging "his breasts" wishing it was him who handles two perfectly shaped protrusions instead. But your taste calls out to him, as the slick juices run between your lower lips and over his mouth. It is here he will stay and play.

Through your fog of passion, you become aware of Taeil's muffled voice. You open your eyes and look down to see his focused on your own. He lifts his glistening face for a moment.

"Open yourself for me, I want to see your fingers touching yourself. I want to feel your fingers under my tongue."

You feel the blush rise to your cheeks, but you willingly lower your hands to your pussy. Latching your thumbs over the swell of the mound, you dip in your index and middle fingers of each hand and split yourself open to Tails as if offering him a summer ripe peach. Your scent fills the air once again making Taeil inhale deeply, shivers running down his spine. Holding the lips open, your fingers glide up to the clitoral shaft as you place one on each side of it. The hood has retracted, leaving the clitoris standing up and hard. He thinks to himself it looks like a pearl, glistening with wetness.

"Good Lord, I'm so lucky to have you. You're so beautiful down here, love."

Your fingers begin to glide back and forth along the sides sending ripples of pleasure through your body. Taeil's tongue snakes out and touches the tip of your clit causing your body to arch as if to ask for more. He is about to combust right then and there at the erotic sight displayed before his eyes.

You slide one hand down further, your finger poised at the opening. Taeil watches in fascination as you flick it back and forth, just pushing the edge in and out. Your other hand is still stroking your clit, making your pussy all the wetter. Finally, your finger dips inside, circling up to find that soft spot that drives you crazy. Slowly, ever so slowly you slide the finger in and out. You painstakingly draw it up through your slit and then bring it to your own mouth. Eyes locked on each other, Taeil watches you trace your lips with your wetness before licking your finger clean. His eyes darken and narrow over this wanton display you have given him.

"Fuck, you have no idea what you're doing to me, Y/N. Fuck..."

Taking his tongue, Taeil swirls it about your clit, much as a tornado would dance over the prairie. Circling it, he lowers the tip of his tongue until his fingers are now dancing over your fingers as well. Wishing to delay your climax and tease you a bit more, Taeil moves down from your clit to your folds. His tongue searches out your wetness hidden between the folds. Acting like a man parched and seeking to quench his thirst, he delicately laps between them, pulling what he craves from you. Dipping his tongue just into the opening, your husband presses down a bit and then licks his way to your clit, stopping just short of it. Your hands fly outward, clutching at the sheets.

"F-fuck, Taeil...oh, God..."

Ignoring your wanton moans, Taeil grabs a pillow and pushes it under your hips, raising you up, giving him better access to not only your pussy, but to your round, soft ass. Now he takes his hands and parts you, seeing all of you from your tight puckered opening to your clit which is larger than ever. It is his task, his duty, a command he's devoted to fulfilling - he needs to make you soak the sheets and drown him in your sweetest liquids gushing out of your entrance.

"Look at me baby," briefly pausing, he whispers.

As if on cue, you look down at him staring into your depths. Taeil slides two fingers into you, filling you up. Slowly he fucks you, his chocolate brown eyes locked on your own darkening in desire and want. You rock back and forth in rhythm to his thrusts. Your breasts rise and fall with each breath, more ragged and passion-filled than the last. Withdrawing his fingers, it is you this time who watches as he brings your taste to his lips. Opening his mouth, Taeil savors your juices. Dropping his hand to your pussy again, he strokes just the slick opening, teasing you into begging.

"Please Taeil, please...please, eat me. Fuck me with your tongue, just do something. Please..."

Taeil smiles a self-satisfied smile at your desperate whines and places his hands on you again. Determined to drive you to the edge and beyond, he dips his thumbs into you and pulls you wide open. Lowering his face to your pussy once again, Taeil thrusts in his tongue, tracing you from the inside. You about go insane. Bucking your hips; to control you, Taeil rests his body on your legs, in effect pinning you down to hold you still.

"Hold still now, do not move, Y/N."

On his own command, Taeil doubles his efforts now, licking, sucking, and tasting all of you he possibly can. He hears your fingernails dragging over the sheets as you try to obey him and stay still. Your lack of movement has turned into vocalization of your pleasure - loud moans Taeil and yourself are pretty sure could be heard in the entire building start to get immaculately louder if possible. Sensing precum in his briefs while enjoying the music to his ears coming graciously in waves, he speeds his tongue against the folds when he starts to feel under his mouth your trembling pussy, building up to a crashing orgasm. He pulls your legs up over his shoulders, cupping your ass, pulling himself to you as if he was going to devour you literally.

"Oh Taeil, oh baby...now, now, now! Please don't stop, oh baby....never stop."

Suddenly, he feels your warm wetness squirting across his lips damn sure he has taken you to the edge and beyond for you to cum this hard. As you shiver and shudder coming down from orgasm, he kisses his way up your thighs, to your breasts, and then finally gathers you in his arms before kissing you oh so tenderly. You sigh in contentment, basking in his care and love for you. As your heart slows down, a smile begins to play around your lips. Taeil looks down at you and asks.

"Why the smile?"

"Hmmm, 'cause baby, it's my time to pleasure you."

To breathe in Taeil's scent...you feel what only three words could describe against his lips as you switch positions, straddling his clothed, hard cock.

"I love you..."

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