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[mayariviolet]

Daddy Lessons

dad! Reiner x Reader

summary: “With his right hand on his rifle, he swore it on the Bible, Oh my daddy said shoot!” // Some of Reiner's life lessons for your children. Specifically for your daughter.

cw: established relationships & family dynamics, mentions of guns, fluff (?), light angst, Reiner is just a good dad, guys!

a/n: Inspired by that Beyoncé song! Duh! Also, on ao3.

wc: ~2k

For the most part, Reiner is the quintessential gentle giant and an overprotective dad. There is no way in hell his children would ever get hurt, physically or emotionally, regardless of whatever gender identity your child chooses.

But when he found out that you two were expecting a daughter, he felt a wave of both excitement and anxiety. As your little family grew, Reiner dove straight into fatherhood without hesitation. He would introduce your daughter to his interests: blackjacks and classic vinyls while also allowing her to find strength in femininity. Learning how to respect her rules at the tea parties Reiner was so graciously invited to. Making sure that she listened to the smartest women he knew (you) amongst other things. He aimed to raise a strong, confident, and compassionate young woman. Granted, this got your daughter into some sticky situations at school regarding fighting bullies, but the only things that Reiner would ask when he picked her up from detention were:

“Did they deserve it?” And if she nodded yes, the most important follow-up question would be, “Did you win?”

You didn’t condone violence in any form, but you’d be lying if there wasn’t a swelling in your chest when she said that she won.

Reiner was acutely aware that he could never fully understand the trials and tribulations of being a woman. Babysitting Gabi and her gaggle of friends showed him that. However, he did try his best to warn your daughter about horrible men (something that his many years of playing recreational hockey made abundantly clear) and things to be cautious about. Reiner often looked down upon locker room talk and cringed at how some of his old teammates carried it so casually in their everyday colloquialisms- with Floch being the worst of it.

Sure, he knew your daughter would grow up and start dating one day. He understood that he couldn’t vet every single person she’d dated. Reiner sure as hell knew that you two were more than capable of teaching her how to protect her heart while also keeping an open mind. But he felt obligated to teach your kids how to court a person properly. He instilled some lessons: flowers, gifts for the parents, staying a little longer at invited parties to help clean.

So when your daughter brought home a new boyfriend, Reiner tried to accept that his little girl wasn’t his little girl anymore. By now, she was mature enough to approach Reiner and you for any advice. However, Reiner couldn’t shake this feeling that her new boyfriend was nothing more than a grade-a-loser—something he would always bring up to you as soon as your daughter's boyfriend left the house. Reiner tried to like him the first few months, but his interaction with people never sat right in his spirit.

Quite frankly, you agreed that your daughter’s boyfriend is slightly off-putting and over-compensating with bravado. It did nothing more than hide the stench of insecurity he secreted. But the way your daughter’s eyes lit up whenever she had the opportunity to talk about her boyfriend (albeit praising the bare minimum he did occasionally) made it challenging to deter her.

However, in the quiet moments, you attempted personal discussions with your daughter about ‘keeping her options open’ and ‘not settling too quickly.’ Hoping to prevent countless similar dating disasters before you were blessed with Reiner’s love. But when her cheeks started reddening with annoyance, and the conversations started to veer towards debates, you and Reiner decided to drop the topic altogether, much to your dismay.

When ‘the boyfriend’ took space in your well-loved home, Reiner would go so far as to start openly talking about how he owns several rifles, although being a ranch owner and hunter gave that away. It also had a sign that said, “God Lives Here,” courtesy of Karina and begrudgingly endorsed by your mom, predominantly hung on the gallery wall amongst the family portraits. This was a subtle but all too loud declaration to any potential visitors.

Of course, he’d be courteous- never outright told your daughter’s boyfriend that he’s a jackass. But he kept a mental note of every slight, all noticed and usually brought up by you. The first red flag was that the young man didn’t even greet you two at the door, not even a halfway smile! Just a bee-line to your daughters' bedroom up the stairs and to the right.

The second was that, after two years of dating, he never gave either of you two a Christmas card. What was more irritating was that your daughter never missed an opportunity to provide the Forster’s individualized presents, no matter the occasion.

The third and less obvious one was how he spoke about other girls when you or your daughter weren’t around. Reiner didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the way that scrub spoke about women- and to his son, no doubt!- made Reiner consider installing an electric invisible fence where his stupid pickup truck usually parked.

“Love, please just drop it. Maybe he’s just tired,” you’d whisper in the kitchen while fervently rubbing his arm.

“Fine. But if he stays here another night—Forster’s kid is paying for the water bill. How many showers can he take and still smell!” Reiner let out an exasperated sigh before addressing your son. “Listen to me, if you wanna impress whoever’s parents you’re dating, don’t be like your sister’s boyfriend. That kid is a dunce.”

You shoot Reiner a cautionary glare while urging your son to continue his homework and keep in mind what Reiner said.

“Look, love, I think we’ve taught our children well enough that if anything happens, they’re capable of handling things. They will come to us when they need it.” You say and soothingly brush away some of his hair.

Reiner eases his stance a little, uncrossing his arms and wraps one around your waist. He kisses your temple and gives you a small smile. The crow's feet from the luxury of living a life getting deeper as he looks down at you. The sounds of farewells break apart the moment between you two. 

He peers through the archway before turning back to you. “I’m going to talk to her once he leaves,” he says.

“Don’t overdo it!”

Reiner gives you another quick kiss, his five o’clock shadow rubbing against your cheek; before he leaves the room, Reiner pours a small glass of whisky and a cup of tea to bring to the front porch.

“Good luck, Dad,” your son says, giving Reiner a thumbs-up. Reiner returns the gesture and gives him a wink. Reiner maneuvered through the front room before taking a seat on the front porch. A creaky door and a clink of the mesh screen announced his arrival- causing your daughter and her boyfriend to jolt and look up at Reiner’s imposing frame.

He nods in acknowledgement before trying to look casual and not eavesdrop on the heated but whispered conversation in the driveway. The cicadas begin their choir singing as Reiner makes himself comfortable placing his drinks on the wooden coffee table. Your daughter’s usual smile is replaced with an apathetic expression as she waves her boyfriend goodbye, choosing to make her way up the stairs instead of electing to see him off until his headlights disappear into obscurity.

 “Have a good night, kid,” Reiner waves and sips his drink.

“You too, Reiner. I’ll tell Dad you said hi.”

What absolute nerve this young man has not even to call Reiner ‘Mr. Braun!’ That is the bare minimum!

“Floch is almost always welcome here. You two, come stop by now!” Reiner bites his tongue and tries to remain composed.

Over his dead body, would Reiner let that helmet-headed freak Floch visit his ranch, but he had to pretend for your sake. Even if you also agree that Floch was definitely the reason his son is the way that he is. As her boyfriend pulls out of the gravelled driveway, your daughter plops a seat next to Reiner on the sun-bleached fabric couch. Reiner gives another halfway wave before letting his smile fall when the truck is no longer in sight.

“Congratulations on getting into your dream school sweetheart.” He takes a sip from his whiskey-infused tea.

“Thanks, Daddy.” Your daughter smiles but keeps her head down, tucking her feet into the couch cushions to shield her from the cool summer breeze. “I’m really excited,” she hums, conveying no other particular emotion. Reiner takes this as an opportunity to say his peace and clutches the ceramic mug tighter.

“You know, you’re a smart kid- You should think about YOUR future.”

She sighs heavily, “Dad-”

Reiner raises a hand to finish his thought: “I know, I know. But let me say what I need to say. I want you to be smart, independent, and—” He grabs your daughter’s hand, giving it a firm squeeze: “Baby girl, that boy is playing you.”

“Daddy!” Your daughter groans and rolls her eyes, knowing this conversation all too well. She sinks further into the couch. “Please!”

“I don’t plan on dying any time soon—but remember what I said about fighting?” he asks, never letting his gaze break away from the delicate dance of the sun and moon across the horizon.

“It’s my Second Amendment,” she mutters, picking at the dry skin on her thumb.

“Exactly.” Reiner let her hand go, pouring more whiskey into his tea, “You are a tough girl. That’s why this is the last time I will ever bring this up. I promise.”

“Okay.”

The cicadas are screaming a little louder. Reiner and your daughter enjoy the sunset on the front porch. His gaze follows the creamsicle-coloured sunset, which disappears behind the rolling fields. Your voice cuts the silence, urging Reiner and your daughter to enter. “Love, your potatoes are done! Come inside so we can finish plating dinner!”

Reiner slowly gets up from his wicker chair, his calloused hands opening the creaking door. “Come on—I also made your favourite.”

Your daughter doesn’t move, instead looking out to where the sun once was. “Come on, baby girl. You know how your brother gets.” Reiner softly urges.

“Daddy, he cheated on me. I-” she choked on her words, “I don’t know what to do.”

Reiner softly closes the door. From the corner of his eyes, he can finally see the steady stream of tears cascading from her eyes.

“Reiner! Hurry, please!”

“One-second love!” He calls out to you, “I’m sorry, baby girl.” Reiner thumbs your daughter's tears away before roughing up her hair.

Almost as if you sensed a shift in the air, you urge your son to help with dinner instead- much to his dismay. After two minutes of whining, the sound of an oven door closing and plates replace your son’s protests. Your daughter's sniffles fill the air, and the aroma of dinner mingles with it. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not.” Reiner glances halfway before patting his pant pocket down in search of something. The depths of his muddy denim work pants rattling.

“Daddy what are you doing?”

“Good. I have my keys.”

“For what?”

Reiner throws his keys to your daughter. “You have your license?”

“Yeah? I drive to school everyday?”

“Not that one.”

As if she finally understood what Reiner was saying, her lips curled into a little smile.“You don’t have to go out and fight.”

“It’s my Second Amendment.”

Reiner nods before turning back to the door. As he’s about to enter the house she runs up to him giving a tight hug. He pulls her into a warm embrace and waves her goodbye. Your daughter rushes to the red pickup truck with anticipation. Reiner feels a swelling in his chest that only his little family could ever elicit.

He grabs the now-empty cups and heads inside the house, kicking off his outdoor shoes at the entrance and changing into his slippers. When Reiner enters the kitchen, he rinses and places the cups in the sink to be washed later. Sounds of the truck engine starting and a slamming door snap you away from the conversation with your son.

“Is she not going to eat dinner?”

“She has an errand to run—just to check something out.” He pulls out his chair and gives your son a little pinch on the cheek. “Let’s say grace."

a/n: I LOVE DAD REINER SO MUCH! When I heard this song again for the first time in years, this was all I could think about. Okay! Time to finish this chapter for First Love/Late Spring, which I might push back the release date to Saturday because I worked sm overtime this week and I’m feeling tired >.<

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#reiner braun x reader #reiner braun x y/n #dad reiner braun #attack on titan #modern au aot #reiner braun x you #aot x reader #reiner braun #reiner braun fluff #light angst #attack on titan one shot #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan fanfic #mv.writing📝

[mayariviolet]

Iris, Bruised Kisses and Quick Squeezes

⊹₊⋆ starring: kageyama tobio x actor!reader

summary: "And I don't want the world to see me. 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken- I just want you to know who I am."

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Saying ‘I love you’ is hard, especially when the person you’re talking to wants everything to be perfect.

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cw: time skip tobio, mild angst, fluff, Kageyama pov, gn!reader (Don’t pay too much attention to the visuals. I just wanted to set the scene, hehe), suggestive themes (but for about two sentences).

a/n: SOMEONE STOP ME! I was just thinking of my 'selfships' and did this… also on ao3. This song deserves a huge shout-out because it's so Tobio-coded.

wc: ~1.1k

Tobio has never been the best with words. You knew that and never pressured him to say more than he should. You patiently waited whenever he was ready to talk or just sat in comfortable silence when the world became too much for either of you. A shared rare quietude was more than welcome, considering you two lived under a constant spotlight.

Tobio appreciated that more than anything. He appreciated how you asked nothing of him—a silent acknowledgment that you loved him no matter what. That's not to say there weren't other ways he could proclaim his love and appreciation, which didn't include tumbling over his words. 

Stolen glances in a room full of people defined the early stages of your relationship. In more private moments, you held his hand in the car with tinted windows to hide from the benevolent media gaze and relentless gossip magazines- usually, back to whatever hotel he booked and scheduled so you could attend his away games (whenever your schedules align). You held his taped hand tighter after a challenging and stressful postgame interview.

One quick squeeze to ask if he's okay.

Tobio would respond with two to show that he was and interlocking your fingers whenever he wanted to discuss what bothered him later.

Of course, this little exchange applied to you as well.

Harsh blocking notes from a director while filming that you'd tell him about almost causing you to cry while grocery shopping - met with one quick squeeze of his hand. You'd return the exchange with two quick squeezes before returning to your quest to find a good wine to bring to the party. 

Tobio surveyed any hint of distress, taking mental notes on what he could do to make you feel better. Sometimes, an annoying co-star and rumours of a budding romance happening on set during the press tour were met with Tobio holding your shaky hand and immediately interlocking your fingers with his. Driving home in silence after a frantic text from you asking to meet at whatever hotel or studio the interviews were taking place.

These little moments, accompanied by bruised kisses left only in places he could see, composed your relationship. They were a silent scream to a busy world, declaring that he was yours.

However, he wanted to say one thing that his body could never convey.

'I love you.'

Actually, he wanted to tell you that he loved you the first time he heard your real laugh. It's not the one you'd use with overly familiar people, and definitely not the one you'd use on screen or on stage. It was a laugh from the depths of your diaphragm, almost like an evil cackle. The first time Tobio heard it was when he decided to tell a stupid joke. Tobio knew it was a foolish joke because Shoyo told him it was. However, he decided to try it anyway because he had always thought it was funny.

His whole body relaxed when you clearly found it funny, too.

So after months and countless hints that you two were a couple in various interviews, you decided to take the leap and say, 'I love you.' Before walking the red carpet for a charity gala, he froze.

You looked incandescent. It's your first public appearance as a couple that didn't come from a shitty tabloid. Tobio could do it. He could finally say, 'I love you too.'

But he didn't.

The lighting wasn't right, and there was some lint on his suit that his stylist couldn't get out. The noises and camera shutters from outside the hotel were too much, so instead, he gave you a hurried kiss on the head, careful not to mess up your hair, and intertwined his hands with yours. He didn't miss the way your hand fell limp in his. He also didn't miss the empty laugh you let out in every carpet interview. Something he hadn't heard in months. Even on your press tours, the cracks of your authentic, not the heavily influenced PR persona, faded into obscurity.

But not tonight.

Tonight, you dawned on that mask he was too familiar with. The person you were before Tobio. He tried not to cry while answering questions about what designer he was wearing that night. All while you were dazzling the room in his peripheral.

On the ride back to the hotel, you kept your hands to yourself, thumb playing with the ring he'd given you years ago when you were just friends. That ring was always a non-negotiable whenever your stylist asked if you'd want to take it off for the night. Tobio didn't miss how you'd been playing with it all night.

After getting undressed and assistants ensuring that all the pieces picked by your respective stylists were secured and ready to return to the designers the following day, you'd settle into bed. You had your hair up, and an oversized sweater he'd given you hung just above your hips- giving a tiny peak at the bruised kisses he left the night before. Reaching across the nightstand to grab your phone, you continuously scroll while Tobio does his nighttime routine. The usual nighttime chatter between you, which filled the room, was replaced with the air conditioner's hum and a bustling city life.

'Good night, Tobio,' you hummed, placing your phone back on the nightstand before letting your eyes flutter close.

Tobio watched for a while as your chest rose and fell, your shoulders unravelling and subconsciously releasing the stress he caused. His gaze fixed on how at peace you looked, how beautiful you were. He realized that there was no 'perfect time.' Every time spent with you is perfect. You asked nothing of him. The least he could do is show you, tell you, whatever you want.

Before he can even think, he says, 'I love you too.'

Stirring in your slumber- he clambers to turn off the table lamp, anxious that you'd heard him. Before he could get up to sleep on the couch, you intuitively sling an arm across his chest as if it were second nature to pull him close. You squeeze him and snuggle into his chest before your soft snores fill the room. Tobio eases into the embrace, kissing you on the forehead. Snaking an arm underneath your head to act as another pillow, he pulls you closer to him and gives you two quick squeezes.

The scent of your shampoo is interwoven with the fresh linen sheets placed earlier that day. Tobio rubs your back until he drifts off to sleep, switching between quick squeezes and writing 'I love you so much' up and down your spine. As he teeters between consciousness and a deep REM sleep, he swears that you mumbled, 'I know.'

a/n: SHY TOBIO, I LOVE YOU SOOOOOOOOO!!! I was originally going to write a headcanon, but it just tumbled out of me! I think this is very on-brand for his character. I love you all, and I hope you're having a good week!

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#tobio kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio #tobio x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu tobio #haikyuu one shot #mv.writing📝 #i love him so much #my heart hurst ow ow ow i love you tobio #haikyuu setters #haikyuu fanfiction

[mayariviolet]

Random AOT Headcanons - Modern AU

(ft. Eren, Connie, Sasha, and Jean)

summary: Stuff I couldn’t formulate into a coherent or long enough post. Kinda fluff? I just want them to be happy tbh🥺.

a/n: Mostly character traits for my fic temperance! 👀 But honestly, this is how I picture them in general. I’ve been missing my own story lately (even though I’m literally responsible for writing it💀).

Eren:

Addicted to those shitty mobile games. He’ll turn on airplane mode just so he doesn’t get stupid pop-up ads.

Since he’s an avid mobile gamer, if he’s out of whatever resource he needs, he’ll pay that $2.99 for a ‘booster pack’ or whatever.

Hates cilantro. Despises it. He gets lowkey mad when he sees it on his plate💀

Has those ‘Ken’-like senses whenever Mikasa needs him. He will drop whatever he is doing to save his girl!

If Mikasa is shopping at Aritzia- Eren will probably chill on the boyfriend couches or play with the arcade machine. Like I said before, since he has those ‘Ken’-like senses, he’ll immediately stop whatever he’s doing for Mikasa (she’s perfectly fine and just dropped her chapstick).

Listens to anything Metro Boomin produces. Also, listens to Mitski (Class of 2013 fs).

Connie:

His ringtone is ‘Gucci Flip Flops’ by Bhad Baby. It started off ironic just so he could piss Eren and Jean off, but he’s now one of her biggest stans.

He won’t stop playing ‘Gucci Flip Flops’ (while he’s in the shower, getting ready, cooking, etc.) to the point where Eren and Jean have threatened to evict him. Connie says they’re “Silencing female musicians” and continues playing the song.

HE IS A HOT GIRL! HE LOVES MEGAN THEE STALLION!

Likes to wear beanies in the winter.

Adds extra marshmallows in his hot chocolate☕️.

Has an extensive shoe collection (mainly Jordan’s).

Posts those: ‘Show younger you or a bad [insert month]’ templates on Instagram. (He genuinely believes that not posting it will curse him).

Sasha:

Avid Google Maps user. Only to find really good hole-in-the-wall restaurants, though.

Writes restaurant reviews on Google Maps for fun.

Gets mad when said restaurants become popular (my sister in Christ- you wrote the reviews telling people to go there…)

Her favourite music consists of Fleetwood Mac, TWICE, New Jeans and old country/blues.

She cries over those little Korean baby variety shows whenever she gets them on her for you page.

Always carries a packet of ketchup and hot sauce in her wallet.

She gets those ‘This was meant for you’ tarot card readings on TikTok and watches all the way through.

Sends those OBSCENE emoji chain mail text messages to Connie and Jean because it’s funny.

Jean:

Posts gym photos like a harlot.

Sends Connie those ‘Post younger you or bad month’ templates because it’s funny to see him get flustered…

He really likes pop-punk music and one direction (I don’t make the rules).

One time, he walked in on Connie and Sasha watching Ru Paul’s drag race, and he was being such a little shit disturber about it. Until he realized four hours had passed and he was already watching the Queens getting fitted for their final looks.

Rise and Grind- Chicken, rice and unseasoned broccoli mf… Until he got bored of prepping the same meals. He’s become a better cook because of it!

He and Connie love getting high and fucking around while baking those Betty Crocker cake mixes (funfetti or chocolate).

Jean’s favourite movie is The Big Short.

One time, he sat on a Nutella sandwich Connie left on the couch, and Eren accused him of shitting himself. Jean got so heated that they almost fist-fought until Armin had to mediate.

a/n: I’ve been procrastinating napping💀… I’m gonna do that now and work on my Geto fic… hehe…

#modern aot headcanons #modern au aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #jean kirstein headcanons #sasha braus Headcanons #connie springer headcanons #eren jaeger headcanons #connie springer aot #jean kirstein aot #sasha braus aot #eren jeager aot #eren jeager #sasha braus #connie springer #jean kirstein #mv.writing📝 #they’re so funny and silly hehe #i love them so much #I need to get out of this writing slump… hmmm… #a nap first though

[mayariviolet]

I Don’t Smoke.

Pilot/ Episode One of ‘First Love/ Late Spring’

summary:

“So if you need to be mean, be mean to me. I can take it and put it inside of me.” // “I’m stronger than you give me credit for.”

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Some letters addressed to Suguru before and after he defected were written by you, still in their sealed envelopes.

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cw: angst, no use of y/n, allusions to graphic violence, swearing, suggestive themes (but not really), references to blood, afab ‘reader’ x Suguru (I put the reader in quotations because technically they’re the ones writing the letters), fluff (if you squint really really hard), minor f! reader x Satoru.

a/n: I wanted to try something new! I love you, Geto Suguru! My bad for what I’m gonna do! Also on Ao3.

wc: ~4.5k

🏷️: @tacobellfreshavocado, @jeanboyjean (Reply below to let me know if you want to be tagged in the next chapters!).

September 2007

The day before, he defected…

Dear Suguru,

I'm slipping this under your door because I'm feeling a little exhausted after our last conversation. Even though it's been a while. I know our last argument has been 'solved' per se.

But consider this insurance if I don't wake up in time to say goodbye like I usually do! I've been feeling a little more drained lately; I'm sure you know why. I'll keep writing like this if this mission takes a long time. Although, I know we will talk soon. Good luck tomorrow!

With love,

Two days after he defected…

Dear Suguru,

It still feels weird doing this since we haven't talked like this since we were kids, but anyway. We haven't spoken in a couple of days. It's kind of like when we were kids, too. I guess. I heard Satoru and Yaga talking the other day, but I couldn't fully understand what they said. Only bits and pieces. It's like they cast a curtain in the hallway… haha… I know I'm eavesdropping again (don't tell my parents), but I can't help it! It's hard to get any honest conversations out of anyone here. Yaga is probably on our ass about that assignment we haven't finished. I mean- I'm just waiting for you to do your part. Suppose that isn't too much to ask.

Also, they should have fixed my door if they didn't want anyone to hear! It's still creaking! Maybe when you get back, you could also look at it. I'll probably slip this into your room again. But you don't have to respond right away. Just take your time. I know you've been busy going on all of these missions alone. I'm sorry about that. You're probably exhausted. I don't blame you.

Just know that my door is always open (unfortunately).

With love,

Five days after he defected…

Dear Suguru,

Satoru fixed my door finally! He truly is good at everything. It feels emptier without you here, even though it hasn't been long. But you'll be back soon to fill the void. If you visit your parents, could you tell them I said hi? Mine too. I miss them greatly, but I know our work will make them proud. Satoru has been hanging around my room more, even after some tough training sessions. It's friendly company, but it's not you. He won't tell me why he's always loitering in our my room.

I forgot to mention that he asked me to heal his hand in my last letter. It's strange since he can do it himself, but I digress. It felt… nice to be wanted. Even Shoko seems gloomy! Uncharacteristic for her… Do you think she and Utahime got in a fight? Anyway, she's been helping me with my technique and some hand-to-hand combat stuff! It's a little hard to follow, probably because we train in my room. I wish I were granted a little more space…

Shoko also helped me finish our assignment- we got an A! I hope Yaga isn't too mad, but he's been getting quiet whenever I ask about you. Rather weird, but not as weird as Kento's haircut, right?

They're calling for heavy rainfall soon (according to that sweaty weatherman we liked to make fun of), but at least it's better than the unbearable heat. However, you felt the sting of summer more than anyone.

If you're home, eat more and say hi to my parents! They always tell me how you'll change the world one day.

With love,

One week since he defected…

Dear Suguru,

Sorry about this letter being so close to my last one, but I feel bad. Kento's been avoiding me lately despite not saying anything about his haircut. Then again, he's been avoiding everyone. Do you think he knows what I wrote? Hopefully not. As I write this, I can hear him shuffling back and forth. Inside and then outside. His heavy shoes hitting the stone walkways reverberate in my room.

Haibara, being gone, has started to settle in even though I wasn't as close to him as Kento or you. Is the work we do… is it worth something? It has to, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't be taking so long. This letter is a bit of a throwaway, so don't worry too much about responding.

With love,

One and a half weeks after he defected…

Dear Suguru,

Kento left. The rain is starting to get worse, but it's still manageable. Thankfully, Yaga gave me that empty patch near our dormitory to start gardening. I'm planning on planting some yellow roses, amongst other things. They remind me of you. The cicadas seem to be chirping a little louder every night. Maybe they're having nightmares about Riko, too.

With love,

Two weeks after he defected…

Dear Suguru,

It's been getting bad again. I wish you were here.

Do away missions usually take this long? I can't remember since Yaga has kept me holed up. I forgot to mention that in my last letters. Something about the higher-ups wanting to 'keep tabs on Satoru and me.' It's weird because Satoru can strut around, but I'm just confined to the campus.

However, he is kind enough to get me sweets whenever he heads into the city (he teases me about my sweet tooth, but he's worse!). I'll have to get used to telling him which ones I like before he spends his money, unlike you, who always got it right. I think Satoru just likes to eat my leftovers…

The days are starting to blur together.

With love,

Two and a half weeks since he defected…

Dear Suguru,

I think my technique is getting worse. You'd say otherwise and that I'm only getting better, and then give me a big hug. Is it creepy to say that I miss the smell of your shampoo? Probably. But it was so strong that it burrowed into my senses, like Satoru's six eyes. Since you've left, I'm unsure what to do with my free time.

I hope the break you are taking from school is refreshing. Heaven knows you need it. Hell, you deserve it. The tree we used to read under together is already yellow and threatening to drop its leaves, and the sun is starting to set earlier. Shoko offered me a smoke, and I felt…relief. Maybe I'll start doing that instead of thinking about how you take your tea. Sorry, I know how much you hated the idea of smoking.

My parents stopped answering my calls (they have been for a while). Even writing this feels like a waste, but I know you'll respond soon. Feel free to do it in person. My door is fixed now, but it is always open for you.

With love,

Your dear friend

Three weeks after he defected…

Dear Suguru,

It's been hushed lately. The cicadas stopped screaming, but I haven't. I walk by your room every day. It's weird. I used to get annoyed whenever you and Satoru were loud, especially when we had early missions. I would storm into your room, ready to be angry, but then you would flash me that beautiful smile, and everything else seemed to matter a little less.

Sometimes, I think you guys liked to make me mad on purpose, but I know it was all love. However, in your absence, I realized silence is worse. Suppose you cared, probably not since you haven't answered my letters. Shoko said my RCT has been getting better than before. People keep saying I'm an "asset" because of it. It's stupid because I don't feel like one. If I were, then you would have asked me to come with you. I wish you asked me to go with you.

Your dear,

With love,

Your dear friend.

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October 2007

Four weeks after he defected…

Dear Suguru,

Sorry about the short letter. Satoru is a little freer these days, so I guess I found something to fill the silence. Digimon is cooler than I thought! It's a little hard to understand sometimes, kind of like you. He's been spending more time in my room. I hope that doesn't bother you, considering our last conversation. Then again, we didn't talk much before you left, so you probably don't remember. Please come back soon.

With love,

Your dear friend.

Four and a half weeks after he defected…

Dear Suguru,

I have been missing the way you make me tea. So, I've been desperately trying to recreate it to no avail. Satoru suggested I add honey, and it made it almost too sweet. Still good, though. I realized on my third cup that what makes it special is you. But enough of that. Today, Satoru has been giving me tips and ideas on what to plant next season. He suggested some lily of the valley or some iris! I'm surprised he hasn't tried to convince me to plant some flowers that are as blue as his eyes. Granted, they are beautiful. Sorry, I should refrain from talking about how nice they are. He's been itching to tell me something, but I told him that we should wait until you come back.

With love,

Your dear friend.

Five weeks after he defected…

Suguru,

Satoru finally told me what you did. I'm getting that shaking rage again. There's a pain so deeply woven into my soul that my technique could never heal. I know writing these letters used to help us solve our problems when we were kids, but honestly? This feels a little ridiculous now.

There's not much I can say other than I hope wherever you are, there's eternal suffering- that whatever vomit-soaked rag curse you consume next swallows you whole. How dare you do this to our my family?

There's no way you could have known this, but after our weekly dinners, my dad used to go on and on about you. How you were 'the child they never had.'

How fucked up is that? I remember thinking, 'I'm here too! I'm here too!' They saw no value in something that couldn't clean up the fucking trash they created. That much was true. You saw that every time my father made ME cry, he made ME apologize.

Imagine a CHILD begging to be loved when that's all they should ever feel. I was just a KID. How burdensome it must be to demand what should come as second nature for parents. Their pure vitriolic energy seeped into my heart one night, and I considered destroying everything.

You knew that, and it was YOU who stopped me. Just like how you stopped Satoru after that day. God, you're a fucking hypocrite! Well, that doesn't matter anymore, does it? I was so close to getting their love back to how it was when I was six and didn't know anything. You stripped that away from me. God, you are such an asshole. Did you think you were doing me a favour? I keep replaying our last conversation in my mind. Each time, it's getting fuzzier, like a broken VCR tape. Rather than trying to remember how you smiled (which I am glad I am forgetting), I see this dingy aura. This whole 'monkey' talk is just the ramblings of a broken man, and I am not your repair shop.

You're a goddamn psychotic and selfish prick. How dare you murder all of those innocent people? What happened to us, making the world a better place? Was it all a lie? Just like another drunken kiss, perhaps? These stupid fucking letters never did anything when we fought as kids, and both of our parents made us you apologize like this.

You've poisoned us, me. There's not much else I can write other than I fucking loathe you. I always did. You were constantly parading around like you cared about me. You were saying that your 'Special Grade' status would never get in the way. How stupid was I to think that wouldn't get in the way because you were supposed to care for me? At least that's what you said to me repeatedly.

You were right about that. It wasn't your status. It was you. It was always you.

Yours,

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January 2008

Three months after he defected… 

Geto,

I don't regret what I said in my last letter. As I write this, the trees which granted us shade now threaten to break underneath the weight of the snowfall. Which we have been fortunate enough to get. There are icicles that hang on my window sill. Clear and cold. It reminds me of how you're soulless and void of any emotion. Ten years of friendship have gone down the drain for a fucking pipe dream.

And what a waste! When I scream at night from the memory of you, Satoru comes into my room now. He holds me until the sun rises and I've calmed down enough or until I pass out from exhaustion. I hope this information wounds the depths of your soul. If you even had one, to begin with.

A friend

Three and a half months after he defected…

Geto,

I've been smoking more.

Almost four months after he defected…

Geto,

Satoru and I have been getting close. I'm unsure why I'm telling you this again or even why I keep writing these letters, but whatever. I've been going on more missions. Digimon, missions, sweets, and then staring at the dust that coats your bedroom door. It's a little repetitive and draining, for sure. But then again, so was loving you.

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February 3rd, 2008

Geto,

Do you remember when we first met? I do. This slimy worm thing smelled awful, and it kept following me! It had just rained, so I thought, 'Oh, maybe it's just the mud that was still on my backpack after that kid pushed me.' Which was a little annoying because I was on my way to that grandmother's house to tend to her garden. No matter how far I walked, the smell kept following me.

You were trudging behind closely, and with one quick gulp, there was an overwhelming relief in my body. It was as if Sisyphus was able to complete his task. Then again, you're more like Sisyphus than I ever will be. I understand that now. Maybe that's why you kept me away after what happened with Tengen. Or, I should say what didn't.

I'm sorry I didn't do enough back then and also that I ran away after you helped me when we were younger. Then again, when I tried apologizing for running away while braiding your beautiful hair like always, you said it was fine.

I don't know why I'm writing this letter, to be honest. Maybe it's because I'm feeling nostalgic.

From your former classmate,

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April 2008

Six months since he defected…

Geto,

I have been thinking a lot about our childhood, our parents' expectations and just things of that sort. In general, I've been thinking about a lot and nothing at the same time. Mostly, I think about how stupid I am to keep writing to a man who would rather burn the whole world than try to nourish it. This is more for me than it is for you at this point.

My garden has been flourishing (well, it's attempting to). But Satoru is very encouraging when things get overwatered, and also a little annoying about the technicalities of it all. Satoru twiddling his thumbs while I tend to my wisteria tree is comforting, to say the least. Even though I know he is just itching to help. Sometimes, I let him.

From your former classmate,

Six and a half months since he defected…

Geto,

I think we're planning to move somewhere else soon, just as roommates, though. It was Satoru's idea. He made a good point of needing a change of scenery. Also, he has been very comforting in general, so I don't mind. I know whatever house or apartment he decides to buy will be way better than the hovel you're living in (hopefully).

From your former classmate,

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May 2008

Seven months since he defected…

Geto,

The house Satoru picked out is very nice indeed. However, I expect nothing less from a clan head. My room is spacious, and it overlooks some lovely green spaces. It is a nice break for my eyes. Thankfully, it's still close enough where I can tend to the garden on campus, but Satoru was also smart enough to find a house where I can expand my green thumb. If need be.

It makes me miss our old town. When we had the warm summer sun kiss our faces, the promise of a better tomorrow. I almost asked Satoru if he wanted to visit whenever he had free time.

Although, he always makes himself free whenever I ask. But then I remembered that our youth, or lack thereof, is simply a ghost that will always haunt me. He's a good friend.

I still hope you're struggling. However, from what I have heard, you were able to take over the Star Plasma Church quickly. Or whatever you call it now. Congratulations. You've become everything you hate.

From your former classmate,

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July 2008

Almost one year since he defected…

Geto,

It's approaching that time again. Sorry. I meant the anniversary of what happened. I think I have been able to process most of the merger that never happened. You were trying your best to stay as righteous as possible. I admire that about you. I've always struggled with that, but I guess I did better at masking it than you.

I know I said this before, but I am genuinely sorry about not doing enough back then. I went ahead and got myself stupidly injured when I should have stayed with you instead of following Satoru. He could protect himself. I'm not saying you aren't able to, but I guess I wanted you to see how strong I am. I want to say that none of it was your fault.

Although the hardship you've created after what happened with Riko is.

From your former classmate,

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September 2008

One year since he defected…

Geto,

It's been more than a year since I last saw you. Summer came and went. Satoru and I were actually able to get our schedules lined up to visit Okinawa. It was a little painful, and I was reluctant. But you know him, it's hard to say no. He even checked the plane for anything that would be amiss.

'Cross my six eyes and hope to die, there's nothing here!' he told me when I was annoyingly asking for reassurance. I couldn't help but feel a swelling in my chest that I thought would never return. Once we actually arrived, it was a very relaxing time (He's finally figured out how to make my tea just how I like it).

It was such a nice gesture, and he was kind about the whole thing, so I bought him some sweets and wrote a note. He asked me if I would ever want to return, and I was about to insist that you come as well.

Luckily, we arrived back in Tokyo before the rain started to pick up. I've been getting assigned more missions, but this is what I've been working towards. Cleaning up your mess, no doubt.

From your former classmate,

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August 2009

Almost two years since he defected…

Geto,

One of the more fucked up things in my life (other than continuing to write letters you'll never read) is how even after all this time, you are the only person I want to talk to. Shoko is going to school to become a doctor soon; from what I heard, Kento is doing well and- Satoru is a good boyfriend and a better dad.

Someone who knew you,

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September 2009

Two years after he defected…

Geto,

I should have clarified in my last letter I am not pregnant. There are parts of my body that will always belong to you, no matter who decides to enter our home. Satoru adopted this boy and his sister. I didn't bother asking how or why we spent weeks tracking two orphans.

I know, even if Satoru won't tell me.

It's a little daunting sometimes being young parents. But I'm trying my best not to repeat any mistakes my parents made. However, there are certain moments when I can feel my father's venom come out to try to sting Megumi or Tsumiki. I would never let that happen.

I'm getting stronger for their sake. Maybe I'll try to cheat my way through medical school like Shoko.

From your former classmate,

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December 22nd 2009

Two years after he defected…

Geto,

It's blistering outside but I will write something quickly as I am preparing for Megumi's birthday. Satoru and I have been making hasty preparations and a crappy cake (he insisted we tried when I said that I always wanted a nice homemade cake when I was younger) that will no doubt be replaced by one from a much better bakery. For a while, I was feeling jaded and jealous about how lavish Megumi's birthday party would be. But then I thought back to all of my birthdays those long forgotten years ago and thought about how I am so glad to have an opportunity to shelter a child from that experience.

In my reflections, I remembered your sleepy eyes and face smeared with an ice cream vanilla cake that your parents bought for me. I was fuming. Especially since my dad forced us to take a picture shortly after. I did a pretty good job of hiding it, though.

While moving to our new house, something fell out of my journal. It was the picture of that day. I'm sure you've thrown away your copy to forget your old life rightfully. Tsumiki came into my room right as I was about to put it away and asked who the dirty kid was in the photo. At first, I thought she was referring to me, but when I asked her to repeat the question nicely, she pointed to you. I told her the truth.

'It's just an old friend.'

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March 2011

Three and a half years after he defected…

Dear Geto,

There are so many letters I have written, but I decided this is the best one for now.

Satoru is kind enough not to notice my fervent writings to a man I've been mourning who isn't even dead. I understand what you did. Sometimes, I'm even jealous that you had the courage to take action. You were trying in your way.

I have always felt like a passive observer, but now that love I carried for you burdens my family instead, with Satoru taking the brunt of it. I don't know if you remember, but you told me you wanted that. A family. Our family. Then again, I was half asleep, and I could have dreamed of you whispering that to me as I was lulled in the safety of your arms.

Wherever you are, I hope someone can give you what you deserve.

From an old friend,

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September 2012

Five years after he defected…

My Dear, Geto,

I apologize for not writing that much. Then again, no designation could ever accurately describe our relationship. There's not much else to say other than I miss you. I finally cut my hair, not by choice. My son decided that gum belonged to my hair rather than a tissue thrown promptly into the garbage. I was annoyed, but then I remembered what a blessing it is to have him in my life. The ability to live in a world free of curses… I hope you're able to give it to him.

Maybe he'll inherit his father's technique one day. Perhaps not six-eyes since it seems a little exhausting. Once he's a little older, we'll find out, and then I will finally be able to return to work (despite Satoru's strong objections) alongside Shoko with less worry. Then again, if he were not to have a technique at all, I think that would be a greater blessing.

I do not wish to pass on the burden of our sins.

I just hope that if the time comes and he has nothing to protect himself from this unforgiving world, you will spare a child who has the wonder in his eyes you once had.

If I'm being honest, I knew you would never come back. I understood that the moment I slipped that note under your door only to find it unlocked and stripped clean. Still, a naive part of me kept writing and hoarding all the love I had for you in the hopes that you would one day return and take it all.

My garden, both on campus and at my home, is sprawling. In the spring, my children like to play in the large backyard pond. They're careful not to disturb the lotus that I've been careful to curate. Sometimes, I blink, and there are flashes of our childhood that I see. Specifically, summers which were spent in that grandmother's yard, tending to her vegetables and running errands. I hoped you would never tire of me dragging you along to this random grandmother's house, but deep down, I know you liked helping her as much as I did. It was a nice escape from the chaos of it all. I really started dreaming in those peaceful moments spent with you in that old house.

I have forgiven my parents, and now it's time that I try to accept what you did, along with the things I cannot change.

There has been an unnerving comfort in speaking to the ghost of who you once were. This will be my last letter for a while. Even though my writing, in general, has been sparse. I have a family, after all. I'm sure you do, too. I may be imagining things, but lately, these twin girls have been popping up wherever I go.

It seems stupid, I know, but they remind me of you despite their brown hair and large eyes. Both of which emit a warmth that I once felt whenever intertwined. In another life, maybe they could have been ours. Satoru listens to my concerns and is quick to calm me down. Ever since he's been checking in on me, I don't have nightmares anymore.

Sure, some nights are more challenging than others, but he whispers such lovely things that I can't help but fall asleep faster than I did with you. Sorry. That was an asshole thing of me to write. But I thought you would like to know I am being cared for.

You were my first love and best friend. My one and only.

With love,

Your dear, friend.

a/n: This is my first time trying this format, and I really like it! I might try it with another series of characters once I finish this. Also, the other chapters are written, but I am very anal about editing, so they're gonna have staggered uploads throughout March and April!

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[mayariviolet]

AOT Men That Are Hozier-coded.

ft. Armin and Jean.

summary: Horny and pathetic. ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO YOU.

cw: slightly suggestive themes under the cut. religious guilt, specifically Catholic or Christian beliefs… obviously (y’all know me atp).

a/n: Someone who can write smut comfortably please write an armin x reader OR jean x reader fic to the tune of:

‘Take me to Church’ and ‘It Will Come Back,’ by Mr. Andrew Hozier Byrne. PLEASE

THEY ARE SO HOZIER CODED! I’m just rambling rn because I think I’m ovulating falling in love with them again. Maybe I will turn this into a series where I associate artists with certain characters… I don’t know.

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“My church offers no absolutes

She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"

The only Heaven I'll be sent to

Is when I'm alone with you

I was born sick, but I love it

Command me to be well.”

LIKE TELL ME THATS NOT ARMIN… HE WOULD SO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT WANTING SOMEONE SO BADLY THAT ITS BORDERLINE SINFUL. BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY HE WOULDN’T CARE!

HE WANTS TO BE RALLIED AND HELD TO A HIGH STANDARD OR JUDGED BY SOMEONE HE REVERES, BC HE WANTS TO BE CHALLENGED. LORD HAVE MERCY. HE WOULD BE THE KIND OF DUDE TO HAVE IMPROMPTU RELATIONS IN A CONFESSIONAL. SURE HE WOULD FEEL GUILTY, BUT IT WOULD BE SO GOOD IN THE MOMENT! HE WOULD PROBABLY THINK HE FOUND SALVATION WITH YOU UNDERNEATH HIM. Impromptu, ‘Wrong use of a rosary.’

He probably sang in the choir or played the piano and just decided to drag you to church one day. Not in a:

‘I’m going to convert you’-way.

More like,

‘Look at this thing I’m proud of!’-way.

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“Don't let it in with no intention to keep it

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it

Honey, don't feed it, it will come back.”

THIS IS SO JEAN BC THIS BOY IS A MUNCH!!!

I AM TIRED OF PRETENDING HE ISN’T.

He is so pathetic in a way that is just so satisfying for both of you. THIS MAN LOVES YOU IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORLD AND IS SO ANNOYING ABOUT IT. ESPECIALLY AT THE END OF THE SONG WHEN HOZIER SAID

“Don’t you hear me howling babe?”

HE IS CALLING FOR YOU! AGHHH!

If ever he got in a fwb type of situation I feel like Jean would jokingly say,

“Don’t fall in love with me.” and you’d be like, “Okay? I wasn’t planning to…”

BUT THEN HE WOULD BE ALL POUTY AND TAKE IT ALL BACK WITH SOMETHING LIKE,

“Wait no I lied please fall in love with me-”

So when you do finally fall in love it’s kind of a:

“Last chance to back out because once we do this with emotion, there’s no turning back.”

MORE OF A WARNING FOR YOU BECAUSE HE LOVES SO DEEPLY.

Jean would not be one to go to Church because he doesn’t believe in God or a higher power. He’s open to discussing it, though, especially if you are. But if he could choose to worship something or dedicate his life to it would be YOU.

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(Me after writing this…)

a/n: I have no idea why I’m so feral lately. Nor, why I keep writing head canons at like three am… I’m gonna finish editing the first chapter of my Geto fic tomorrow. Hopefully upload it by Saturday!

I should also clarify that I was literally raised Catholic.

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[mayariviolet]

Eren Jaeger in a Relationship

summary: How Eren would be in a relationship that he doesn’t want to be in and the aftermath of it all.

cw: gn! reader x eren, angst, eren is an accidental asshole…

a/n: I was listening to All Too Well (10 min Version) Red (Taylor’s Version) - From the Vault when writing this… lol

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I’m not saying Eren would be a horrible boyfriend- far from it, actually. He would try to make plans with the people closest in your life, try to remember the little things (like your dearest childhood memories and worst ones, along with how to make you feel better) and be the textbook perfect boyfriend.

HOWEVER-

He would definitely be one of those guys who gets into a relationship that he’s not ready for because the girl he actually likes has shown no interest in him. Eren wouldn’t understand how this is a shitty thing to do because he does care about whoever he’s dating, just not in that way.

You could also definitely tell if he likes a person based on how often he talks about them. So when he gets into a relationship and doesn’t talk about them as much, his friends know something is up. But his partner wouldn’t be the wiser.

“He’s just a private person,” they’d tell their friends. “You guys just have to really get to know him!”

Those words stayed repeating throughout the duration of their short lived relationship.

So when he finally breaks up with them because he has been given some sort of hope that the girl he actually loves is interested, it comes out of nowhere. Well, from the POV of who he’s dating, at least. But whoever he’s dating… their friends picked up on the subtleties.

How he would always say something- but never actually do anything. How it took Eren MONTHS to introduce them to his friends, while his partner was so eager to show him off. How his responses became shorter and shorter. His time spent with them never actually felt like they meant anything. Just empty promises that they convinced themselves he would fulfill later. When Eren was ‘feeling better,’ like he always says.

Of course, Eren never really understood what he did was wrong. He genuinely thinks that everyone acts this way or should anyway. He could never understand why his ex-partner hated him so much after the breakup, which resulted in a screaming match and a firm slam! Of his apartment's heavy oak door. Followed up with his ex, cutting him off, disappearing in the daylight like they were some figure in a mirage. That hurt him a lot- but he would never admit it.

In the end, Eren, when he FINALLY gets the girl of his dreams, he’s grateful that he was taught how to be a better boyfriend for the girl he ardently loves.

a/n: I actually have no idea why I wrote this! Good night! Also sorry for being so busy lately… I swear this is the week that the Geto fic gets updated… Love you all!

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#eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #aot x reader #modern aot headcanons #modern au aot #aot modern au #my bad yall #gn reader #mv.writing📝 #attack on titan

[mayariviolet]

Beneath the Ground

⊹₊⋆ starring: jean kirstein x reader

summary: As Jean lays his wife to rest, his mind reels as he reflects on some of their moments together.

cw: allusions to terminal illness, swearing, grief, angst, mostly unedited.

a/n: I got this writing prompt from @the-end-society! I’m trying to ease back into my writing goals while also navigating the loss of someone really close to me.

wc: ~500

Beneath the ground, there sleeps my lover. I vividly remember throwing the first fist full of dirt on the ornate wooden coffin. I had hoped and prayed that with every piece of the earth chapter, which was mixed in with years of unsaid love and various repressed emotions, your decrepit hand would emerge.

That its steady thumping would toll loudly, halting the funeral fanfare just long enough to let my calloused hands dig you out of that hole.

Perhaps, if I closed my eyes hard enough, the weeping from people who didn’t have the luxury of knowing you would fade into obscurity. Instead of the sun beating down my sullen eyes and shaky hands as I wish you a final goodnight, I’m teleported back to that place.

Though you’ve probably long forgotten the place we called home, a shitty apartment on the fourth floor of a walk-up shielded us from our worries. Your laughter and desperate moans blessed my ears more than any award-winning song I’ve heard. Even our worst moments were some of my treasured memories because they were ours.

Cruelly and selfishly, I should be thankful that you’re gone. You’re no longer suffering and subject to the pain and obligations of completing mundane tasks. I wish we had more time.

Had I known that you’d be ripped so cruelly from my life, I would have held you a little longer, kissed you an innumerable amount, whatever I could. I knew the moment I grabbed that chocolate bar you mentioned in passing one time, in the hopes I could deliver it to you whenever we met again, I was irrevocably fucked.

You were always so brave. Even when the sickness overtook your body, and your stares became more vacant, you were still alive.

Now, I’m reduced to having to watch faultlessly curated videos on repeat of how you existed. It’s what you would have desired. To look back with fondness at your full cheeks, not cement the image of a cold corpse in my mind- instead, fixating on the hum and singing you’d only ever let me hear, not the sounds of ambulance sirens and the smell of sterile hospital air.

When I slowly open my eyes, I look through the gaps in the maple tree leaves. The place we called home fades away and is nothing more than an unfamiliar concept. Again, I’m surrounded by people giving me empty condolences. If you were here, you’d laugh at their egregious theatrics.

But when the last of the motorcade drive out of the cemetery, and I’m looking back at where you’ll sleep forever, I’m thankful for their brief entertainment. As I approach the weathered street, I feel overwhelming dread.

Rather than opening the creaking door and hearing you sweetly call out my name, there is nothing but the faint thumping of our upstairs neighbours. I’ll sleep on the couch just for a little while before moving onto our bed. Thankfully, it still smells like you.

Beneath the ground, there, my lover eternally sleeps, and I patiently await the day I will be tucked next to her.

a/n: Hopefully I fix my MacBook soon so I can get back to writing efficiently and without distractions. Love you all🤍

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[mayariviolet]

How They Drink Alcohol (AoT Men)

ft. Jean, Eren, Connie, Reiner and Armin.

Summary: What they drink when they go out partying or just attending social functions! Also, how they got introduced to alcohol in the first place!

a/n: General headcanons, but these characterizations are primarily for my upcoming Jean Kirstein x Reader fic! I will upload some WIP for the fic soon because I need to be held accountable to keep writing (help me, haha). Slight toxic masculinity from Eren and Jean?

Pro-Taking Shots: Connie and Eren.

Anti-Taking Shots: Reiner, Armin and Jean (he’s lying).

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Jean:

When he first started drinking, it started with skimming the top of his dad’s liquor before sneaking out to a house party. He watered down some rum before buying some coke at a corner store. Since then, it has been his go-to (and beer, specifically a corona). He doesn’t like ‘jungle juice’ concoctions, no matter how much Connie shoves them down his throat. However, he once went clubbing with your friends, and Connie convinced him to try this cocktail (lime mojito). At first, he was apprehensive, but he was like, “How fucking drunk can this chick drink get me?” and took a sip. Jean got belligerent that night that he didn’t know how many he ordered because it was so good. His credit card company sent him a message asking if his card had been stolen, and he had to explain that it was not a series of suspicious purchases. He is now a massive advocate for fancy cocktails (ESPECIALLY AN ESPRESSO MARTINI), so he’ll splurge on that when he’s out drinking. I can see him getting into whisky when he’s older. A lover of vodka soda, too.

Eren:

At a wedding when he was younger, his dad offered him a tequila shot (his mom found out and got mad later), and it caused him to vomit so badly that he didn’t drink again until his last year of high school. Eren is a huge beer drinker and ONLY A BEER DRINKER. (Or so he says). He is not very particular about brands, although he likes things more ‘hoppy’ to feel like a man. Eren is the kind of guy to get mad at you for not knowing how to pour beer properly and getting more foam than anything. He won’t admit it, but he had some sips of the lime mojito Jean was having. He got drunk and was over the moon. Eren tried other cocktails, but besides a Long Island iced tea, he’s not a huge fan of other cocktails. When he gets really drunk at the club (he's a lightweight but does a really good job of concealing how inebriated he is), he and Connie will coerce Jean into buying a STUPID AMOUNT OF ALCOHOL TO GET A TABLE (see Jean's suspicious credit card purchases). Think $50 Mango Ciroc and Patron!

Connie:

When he went on a family cruise at the age of nine, he ordered a “Shirley Temple” (virgin), and he was “drunk.” Fast forward to a shitty date he went on; he ordered a Shirley Temple again. Connie got belligerent, and his date had to take him home. He did not hear from her again. This man is a nut. He loves cocktails so much that he bought a cocktail kit, but he barely measures, so it’s just 90% alcohol and 10% any discernable flavour profile. Connie is the kind of friend who mixes you a drink and says: "It's mostly juice! Just Try it!" but it straight up tastes like pure gasoline. He’ll happily drink anything else but prefers cocktails and mixed drinks over beer, shots, etc. Connie is the type of guy to order “Blow Job” shots as a joke but then gets way drunker than everyone. Surprisingly, he’s a huge Reisingling fan. Unsurprisingly, he and Sasha got blackout at your birthday party after downing half a bottle of Pink Whitney (they snuck away to take turns throwing up in the guest washroom).

Reiner:

Huge whiskey nut and wine snob. He’ll talk your ear off about various wines he’s into, and he actually knows what he’s talking about. Reiner is the kind of guy who will bring a bottle of wine to a friend's birthday dinner, and he gets it RIGHT! He’ll drink beer (not particular about the brand). He only started drinking when he was legal, so there’s no crazy story other than the one time he and Bertolt went to a daytime wine tasting, and by the time they sobered up, it was nighttime, and they were 45 minutes outside of the city. Most times, if Reiner is in a work setting, he’ll drink what other people are drinking, too (but he’ll opt for a vodka seltzer). He’s tried cocktails before, but he’s not a fan.

Armin:

He hates beer. His grandfather offered him a swig when he kept looking at him, and he never drank again until he was legal. This man is a cider fan, and no one can tell me otherwise. Specifically blackberry and green apple. Armin enjoys wine (red > white) and will listen to Reiner babble on about the best ones. But his drink of choice is a bit pricey: champagne! But if he’s at a party, he’ll just settle for drinking a vodka cranberry. He mentioned to Connie that he likes “Shirley Temples” ONCE, and whenever they all go out, Connie will buy him one. Armin is too shy to decline, so he'll take a couple sips before giving it to either Eren or Jean (they will fight amongst themselves as to who gets to finish it).

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a/n: I included Armin and Reiner because I love them so much, but they're most likely not going to be in my upcoming fic! WAH. Specifically Reiner... I'm sorry, my beloved.

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Film x Anime Concept ↴

Casting Anime Characters/Ships in Films - reijean

I think we should remake Brokeback Mountain with Reiner Braun replacing Heath Ledger and Jean Kirstein replacing Jake Gyllenhaal.

“All we have is Brokeback Mountain!” He spits out, half crying. Jean throws his now well worn suede hat at the ground. The impact so great it splashes some mud onto his and Reiners denim pants. “FUCK!”

Jean chews the inside of his cheeks and lets his palms rub his eyes aggressively. Reiner hesitates in his steps before pulling Jean into him. They melt into the interaction before Reiner grabs the back of Jean’s neck firmly placing their foreheads together…

Like I’m thinking both of them would be forced into heteronormative relationships (I’m thinking of Historia -> Michelle Williams and Mikasa -> Anne Hathaway). With Historia also being forced to conform to a heteronormative relationship.

I know what they are… you know damn well if they weren’t crunched on time to save the world they’d start kissing…

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TEMPERANCE - W.I.P

Reader x Jean Kirstein Fic

(ft. Jean x Reader)

chapter title: The King of Cups

summary: The calm before the storm. A new school year approaches but not without the party to mourn the loss of freedom; hosted by none other than You, Mikasa and Sasha.

cw: alcohol consumption, swearing.

a/n: uhm… technically, this is happening in the first chapter, but I am trying really hard to start introducing conflicts at the beginning of my stories! I am a yapper! Forgive me! (See the end for more notes)

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"How come you're not drunk?"

You are drunk, but you’d never let Jean know that. At least not while taking care of him.

“I just handle my liquor better.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Wha- you can’t- What?” Cocking your head in disbelief, your lips sour at his accusation. “Yes, I do!”

Jean shakes his head furiously back and forth. The cup of water sloshed in his hand while he did so. “Remember that time we went out because you were crying about-“

“Yes-” You cut him off. He’s really about to rehash this story.

“And then you were all like, ‘AAAA! I still love you!’ I’m sorry!’”Jean says playfully. He puts his cup down and starts imitating that night, crumbling and pretending to punch the ground. “Ha! And when you were like, ‘I hate that-’”

“Okay, jackass! I get it!” You huff, crossing your arms.

It’s bad enough he’s haunting your dreams, but having Jean rub it in your face that your first and only ex-boyfriend was essentially a fallen Angel is mortifying. Not in a ‘he was a blessing in disguise’ way, and it didn’t work out. No, definitely not that.

More like- he fell from your good graces. Repenting the unconditional love you still carried for him.

Even though your ex-boyfriend did share an eerily amount of similarities to the banished servant of God, he wasn’t awful. Just misguided.

It’s a low blow even for Jean. Besides, what did he know about your previous relationship anyways? From the way Jean licked the bottom of his lip before furrowing his brows it seems like he could tell it was a low blow too. God he’s so hot and infuriating.

Wait, which one are you thinking about?

“I’m emotional when I’m drunk, so what?” You’re definitely slurring your words now.

“At least I don’t strip naked whenever Hot in Herre by Nelly Plays.” You jeer, leaning down to be at eye level with Jean. It’s childish, but he started it.

“That was one time! And Connie did it too.”

Cackling at the memory of Jean slowly and seductively trying to seduce Mikasa, much to her and Eren’s horror, you feel a tiny sense of relief. Wiping the tears forming before remembering that Jean brought up that stain again.

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The booming music seems to intensify the car crash on Nostalgia Lane. Jean is still on the ground, his eyes observing the seemingly permanent scowl on your face. He subtly bites the bottom of his lip and the inside of his cheek.

Jean’s pathetic position right now makes the back of your neck hot, and you’re thankful that the copious amounts of alcohol you’ve consumed is a viable excuse for the blush painting your cheeks right now.

“I-” Blinking a couple times you take a step back and Jean stands up. His brows are furrowed. “I’m getting you some more water.”

“Okay. Maybe get some for yourself too.”

Nodding, you fill up what was once your cup with water for Jean. Taking a sip before giving him the rest.

The phone in your denim pants vibrates. Reaching into the back pocket, you’re greeted with a slew of ‘welcome’ emails from professors. One email in particular stands out the most. But before you can read it, a text from your parents lingers at the top.

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… Jean seems to fade into the background. Before you can stew in your stress, Mikasa calls out to you.

“Do we have ice?!”

“Yes! Give me a second!”

Ignoring the notifications and using Mikasa as an out, you turn to Jean and give him an apologetic smile.

“I have to help with damage control.” Shuffling around the kitchen for a baking bowl, you reach into the freezer and toss some ice cubes into the tin bowl. The coolness of the ice regulates the heat from your hand.

“I get it. I’ll uhm- clean a bit here before I go back out.”

“Oh! You don’t have to do that. I can do it.”

“I know you can. I just wanna help you.” He mutters but his earnestness shines through Jean’s downcast warm brown eyes.

You’re too drained to oppose, so you begrudgingly let Jean help. Although, secretly, you’re a bit thankful.

“I’ll see you around. Enjoy the party, don’t take any migraine pills tomorrow or, something like that. It’s bad for your liver.” Shooting him another tight-lipped smile and taking a few steps towards the rest of the party, a wave of laughter rings in the air.

You give him a small wave with your free hand, and Jean nods, taking a swig of the water.

“Thanks for the invite.”

Good thing Jean’s face is also flushed, it’s somehow less embarrassing than before. (Chapter Continues)

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a/n: farewell my sweet freedom from doing nothing but writing 😔 AGH! I just got my work schedule and I’m gonna be so busy I’m rolling around screaming. So here’s my last WIP for awhile. I’m gonna really buckle down and finish planning everything this month and polish my other two one shots? As always any feed back is appreciated!

- disclaimer -

📹please note that all of this is subject to change as my story is currently growing with me. thank you for your continued patience!✨🌙

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It’s the way I RAN here once I saw ur hozier coded men because I think Jean is the embodiment of “no grave could hold my body down” from work song

THANK YOU FOR THIS ACCURATE OBSERVATION

DVDJWNSJJSNSJSBSVSHZVSBS !!!!!

I HAD TO STOP WHAT I WAS DOING TO LISTEN TO WORK SONG AGAIN SO I COULD WRITE THIS 😖:

I’m picturing Jean in university would be a HARLOT (despite being a lover boy @ heart😔) until he meets someone he finally gets flustered around and is like, “Oh fuck I have to be a better person…”

AND THEN HE DOES BECOME BETTER IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORD. JEAN IS UTTERLY DEVOTED TO WHOEVER HE FALLS IN LOVE WITH. No matter how much he denied it at first he is depraved without any attention from the person who he revered the MOST. Like this man is insatiable. Simply put! He’s not only attracted to them physically but also INTELLECTUALLY! That’s what makes the sex so bomb.

“My babe would never fret none, about what my hands and my body done. If the Lord don’t forgive me I’d still have my baby and my babe would have me.”

THIS MAN WILL LOVE IN WAYS THAT ARE SO SINFUL THAT DANTE HIMSELF WOULD ADD ANOTHER CIRCLE IN HELL JUST TO HOUSE THE DEPTHS OF HIS DESIRES. TRULY HE WOULD BE THE KIND OF DOWN BAD MAN IN MYTHOLOGY WHO RUNS TO HELL AND BACK JUST TO GET A TASTE OF YOU. OR, BETTER YET JUST TO HOLD YOU.

“Heaven and Hell were words to me.”

HE DOES NOT GAF! If loving you was a sin then he would spend an eternity in damnation. Whatever afterlife you’re condemned to- if he’s not there he will find a way to,

“Crawl home to her.”

THANK YOU FOR BRINGING THIS TO MY ATTENTION BECAUSE I LOVE JEAN AND TALKING ABOUT HOW HE IS SO HOZIER CODED😭🤍🥹🙏🏻

#moni’s answers📣 #be still my foolish heart #jean kirstein is hozier coded and i’m tired of being silenced #jean kirstein x you #jean kirstein headcanons #work song #mv.writing📝

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There’s something itching in my brain.

The something is that Jean Kirstien loves Micheal Jackson. Specifically ‘Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough’

Jean would definitely play Micheal Jackson while he’s making you pancakes or waffles (he doesn’t care, but if you egg him on, he’ll say something pretentious like crepes). He can’t sing that well, so he’ll hum some MJ as he cooks breakfast🤍.

#HOW COULD I FORGET #HE LOVES SMOOTH CRIMINAL #HE WOULD LITERALLY CONSIDER HIMSELF A SMOOTH CRIMINAL BYE #I might write something for him using this head canon #jean kirstein headcanons #jean kirstein #jean kirstein aot #modern aot headcanons #he’s so dorky I love him #mv.writing📝

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Grief is so weird.

I genuinely have no idea what to do with the love I have for him.

It’s rattling in an empty toy box where my heart used to be. Ringing out saying, “here! take it!”

But I don’t know.

It’s like when I was a kid and didn’t know anything. I’m feeling so utterly disconnected from my life. It’s been less than 24 hours but it feels like years have already gone by.

I don’t know. I don’t want to know. I don’t ever want to know.

Something I wrote that’s not fandom related. I just thought I would share it here because tumblr is one of the few places that I keep my anonymity and can grieve without people from high school who I don’t know, reaching out to me. Going offline again this week (but I’ll still be queuing posts).

#moni’s soapbox💌 #mv.writing📝 #personal posts #trying to edit this video and not cry #just thinking #unfortunately #writing #poems on tumblr

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What The Haikyuu Setters Wear to Bed.

Ft. Kenma, Kageyama, Oikawa, Atsumu, Sugawara, Akashi and Semi.

summary: Self explanatory to be honest. I also sprinkled in some of their night time routine because why not!

a/n: I’m wearing a new pyjama set, and I’ve been thinking… Also, I know we can see some of their sleepy wear in the fourth season, but let’s imagine for a moment! (Also, please don’t get mad at me about my headcanons… I’m just being silly). Time-skip btw.

cw: I mention sex once but it’s not explicit.

BEFORE WE START THEY ALL TWITCH IN THEIR SLEEP. LITERALLY IT IS SO UNAVOIDABLE.

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Kenma:

First of all, this dude is cold ALL THE TIME! I hate to say it, but he would sleep with socks on. Now that’s out of the way… He would wear a crusty ass red hoodie for over a week. He probably got it from a PR package and will wear it to death. Kenma wears those THICK ASS PLAID PYJAMAS to bed. Long story short, he has to be cozy as fuck. He does not care if he looks mismatched before bed! Especially after a long stream, he wants comfortable bottoms, so he has to just change his top and crawl into bed. Also, he would be the kind of person who plays YouTube videos to fall asleep (usually gaming commentary videos or VODs of streamers).

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Kageyama:

He wears grey sweatpants to bed and an old T-shirt from high school or something. Not because he can’t afford a new set of clothes. But because why would he go out and buy new clothes specifically to sleep? Somehow, they’re always in pristine condition. Despite having the shirt for years, it still looks brand new. He takes care of his things! Unlike that heathen Kenma, he does not sleep with socks on. However, for slippers around the house, he wears those UGG moccasins. If he’s cold, he’ll probably buy some Uniqlo heat tech to wear to bed.

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Oikawa:

Butt ass naked. The same as Kageyama, but he doesn’t wear a shirt to bed (a harlot, but I love him nonetheless). He wears some sorrel slippers with a lot of fur around his place. He has to keep his room at a specific temperature so he doesn’t have to sleep with a shirt on. ALSO, HE DEFINITELY SLEEPS WITH A HUMIDIFIER WHEN HE IS BACK IN JAPAN. Honestly, I can picture him having silk bedding because it’s better for his skin. He is such a material girl, and he’s not ashamed! He’ll also buy sweatpants specifically to sleep in. Again, he’s very particular about it all.

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Atsumu:

Matching set. He would have silk pyjamas or 100% cotton. He has the money in the time-skip, so why wouldn’t he? He wears Adidas slides inside the house. Or whoever sponsors him. Surprisingly, has an extensive skincare routine? He definitely uses Tatcha and Shiseido (he did a campaign for them!) He also sleeps with an eye mask (he got used to it while travelling a lot for games). I could see him trying to meditate before bed (think those headspace type of apps), but as soon as they start with “now close your eyes and try this breathing exercise-“ he’s out like a LIGHT.

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Sugawara:

He also opts for sweatpants before bed, but he wears those “long John” (? Might be a Canadian moment for me right now?) undershirts, too! However, this is a ‘special occasion’ or freezing night routine. He’s usually pretty tuckered out after teaching, so it’s not unusual for him to just strip down after a quick nighttime routine and sleep in fresh boxers and a t-shirt. Regular slippers (but with traction). Sugawara would be the kind of person to make some tea before bed, take three sips and then fall asleep. GOD, AND IF HE HAS A PARTNER WHO GAVE HIM A NECKLACE, HE WOULD LITERALLY WEAR IT TO BED! THAT NEVER COMES OFF! The chain stays on during sex. The necklace is either a really lovely gold chain (super simple) OR an adorable handmade one with a charm! He’s so sentimental I’m gonna cry…

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Akashi:

Plaid pants or just those really nice silk bottoms. Long sleeves (specifically from Uniqlo, too😋). No shirt, though, if he has a partner. Hehe. And that’s no problem, my beautiful, fluffy haired boyfriend. He got gifted these pompompurin slippers from Bokuto, and he wears them to death! Especially if he’s having a long night editing some things for work! He also has a little glasses stand on his desk. I also hate to say it- but he would wear short socks to bed… Don’t shoot the messenger. I could also see Akashi being the kind of person to set ten alarms and wake up before they all go off (they are set at five-minute intervals). Sometimes, he twitches himself awake-

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Semi:

Only boxers. Thankfully. He wants to pack LIGHT if he’s constantly on the road touring with his band! Although, he might throw on a t-shirt or a cotton ‘a-shirt’ /undershirt. Usually, he has some of his own merch. Not in a conceded way but in an ‘I misplaced my other clothes and I’m annoyed so I’ll just deal with this.’

He’ll usually keep a nice quality sweater on his person if he's recording some music. It’s cold in the studio! Sometimes, he’ll sleep in that if he’s coming home or back to the hotel late. He would ALSO be the kind of person who would wear a necklace his partner gave him to bed. Either a silver chain or a dog tag with their initial or inside joke (this is literally rotting my brain, and I’m going FERAL-). He would also be the kind of guy to sleep with wet hair and not really care because he just styles it whatever in the morning. He wears those Yeezy-type slides around the house.

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a/n: alright team I gotta sleep for real. I’m gonna edit this later, but I’ve said my peace. GOOD NIGHT AND YAY TO THE MOVIE BEING OUT!

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First Love/ Late Spring

synopsis:

“Please don’t say you love me.” // “胸がはち切れそうで”

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A collection of letters written before and after Suguru defected.

a/n: GETO NATION WE ARE SOOO BACK! Let it be known that this whole fic is an experiment! I have been feeling a little stuck lately and doubting my writing with my main fic right now, so I decided to try something different.

For my Geto girlies… oopsie, also on Ao3.

The Soundtrack - (optional but HIGHLY encouraged)

general cw: swearing, suggestive themes, blood, canon compliant (but alternate timeline), angst, allusions to graphic violence, mentions of emotional abuse, smoking … idk what else to say other than I’m sorry.

Episodes:

(Ep.1 / Pilot): I Don’t Smoke.

| Initial Release: March 7th, 2024 |

log line - “I’m stronger than you give me credit for.”

(Ep. 2): Ptolemaea / I’m Your Man.

| Initial Release: hiatus. |

log line - “You believe me like a god, I'll destroy you like I am.”

(Ep. 3): Wife.

| Initial Release: hiatus. |

log line - Invitations for an event you don’t want to attend.

(Finale): A House in Okinawa.

| Initial Release: hiatus. |

log line - Gathering the necessary things and making sure what is done is said and buried.

(OVA): The Lost Letters

| Initial Release: tbd |

log line - A loose collection of letters with the dates seemingly worn down…

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TEMPERANCE- W.I.P

Reader x Jean Kirstein Fic

ft. The Reader and Her sister.

chapter title: The Heirophant

summary: Some people curse whatever god they worship because the holidays never seem to last long enough. You, on the other hand actively send prayers to make it shorter.

cw: none needed.

a/n: Me when I’m excited to share more writings hehe…This excerpt comes from one of my favourite parts of the second arc! I’m still shuffling things around in this chapter (considering I’m not writing in chronological order) nonetheless most of the dialogue I am really proud of! (See the end for more notes)

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… You say your goodbyes. Your parents were a little drunker than usual, so they sent you and Jude home with leftover filled Tupperware and a heads up that they would get a ride back with your uncle.

You hear your name being called,

“Wait!” Jude calls out, zipping up her thigh-high boots before running to you. “Do you wanna go for a drive?”

The steady hum of the car sets a sombre mood while you both cruise down the suburban neighbourhood, weaving between the bends—gaudy holiday decor passing by, illuminated by the streetlights and festive LED lights. The ostentatiousness of these houses is further emphasized by freshly fallen snow that reflects the lights.

You glance into the windows where some people are having dinner, some are just socializing, but all are like living in perfect paintings. There are no mistakes and no room for error. It’s just unbridled joy. Untarnished with no expectations other than to say:

“Hey, look! We’re happy!”

It’s sickening. Whatever playlist is accompanying this drive does not fit the mood.

“Hey, can I change this song?”

“Sure.”

Your sister hands you the aux chord without looking away from the road. Swiping through her playlists, all titled with niche references, you settle on some sad but still festive enough music before leaning against the cold window.

“So, how’s Trost?” Jude asks, tapping her finger offbeat to the song.

“Good. How’s Stonehess?”

“Pretty good. I got a promotion.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“I feel like I don’t deserve it, though,” She pulls into a random parking lot and sighs, “I feel like a fraud.” She lays her hands, palms facing down on her lap.

“Okay.” You slightly roll your eyes and furrow your brows. Jude doesn’t notice, thankfully.

“I know [SPOILER].” She kills the engine, turning down the music. “Don’t know how to say it sometimes. Or if they do, it’s not right.”

Jude brushes away some residual dust off the dashboard.

“Yeah. Sure.” Reaching across the console to where her phone sits in a cup holder, you change the music again, turning it back up.

“Well?”

“Well, what?” You shrug and sink deeper in the worn-out and sun-bleached fabric seat.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me why I feel like a fraud?” She says, looking at you with slight disbelief and annoyance while turning the music down again.

“Okay? Why do you feel like a fraud?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it now. You’re being so annoying.” She huffs.

“Are you fucking joking me?” You snap - (Chapter Continues)

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a/n: Usually I feel icky inserting original characters in fics but I realized my hatred for a non fleshed out protagonist out weighs my disdain towards original characters. I should also note that Jude only appears a handful of times anyways so… However I am curious to know how other people feel about OCs in fics?

As always feedback is appreciated! Mwah!

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📹please note that all of this is subject to change as my story is currently growing with me. thank you for your continued patience!✨🌙

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