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takeyourdailydoseofcyanide · 5 months ago

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I Know That The Writing’s On The Wall

AO3

Fandom: Soul Eater

Character: Franken Stein

Word Count: 744

Tags: Minor Violence, Blood and Gore, Random & Short, Nausea, References to Addiction, Descent into Madness

Summary: Four separate signs of the times. Things, happenings, signs that were present at the beginning of Stein’s episode of madness. Sort of like documentation.

Notes: This is another defrag fic, a bit of an exercise to hopefully get me back into the groove of writing, as there is a fic I’d really like to finish. May the head fog clear.

I contemplated even posting this one.

The title is inspired by a lyric in the song ‘Candy’ by Paolo Nutini. I can also recommend Marina’s (formerly known as Marina and the Diamonds) cover of the song. Both are quite lovely, in my opinion.

I would like to add that this fic is technically four separate chapters on AO3. Here you go, anyway.

A gust of wintry air cascaded out of the vents, embracing Stein, even despite whatever warmth the stitched-up lab coat he’d slept in provided him. It left his screw frigid to the touch, though he allowed his fingertips to ache as he rather sloppily turned it.

A bird, somewhere not too distant, chirped in the same cadence, in the same tone for a solid minute or so. The pleasant scent of stale cigarette smoke mixed with the lingering scent of various different chemicals soothed the exhausted restlessness causing his limbs to gradually tear apart.

He’d walked through the simultaneously welcomed and agitation-inducing darkness of his laboratory, his body moving on its own towards the kitchen.

‘Perhaps a little piece of my brain remembered some semblance of a former routine,’ he pondered, as he forced something bland, something tasteless down his throat, suppressing a repulsed gag.

He attempted to distract himself from his terribly slow chewing, from the taste and the texture of the unwanted food in his mouth, swallowing.

He stared down at the rest of the bar he held, grimacing. He allowed himself a sigh, as he tossed the item into the trash with the rest of the food he couldn’t bring himself to finish without vomiting.

Stein cranked his screw, the loud screeching in his ears a sound he was long desensitized to.

“Okay, class,” two words managed to successfully leave him, directed to the ones with the expectant and oddly concerned gazes. “Today, we’re going to……

…Uh…”

“Are we dissecting something again?” An annoyed grumble came from somewhere in the front row.

“No. ..We’re…”

His head began to violently throb with each frantic turn of the protruding steel.

‘Think, Goddamnit!’

“We’re.. um..”

“Are you-“

“Oh! Yes. Yes, that’s right. We’re going to be delving further into the history of the field of phasmology.”

Fingers massaging his temples, a bluish light flooding his eyes.

Each sentence he tried to read appeared as an entirely different sentence at first, before his second reading.

He spun in his chair once, twice.

He bit into his lip, and he turned his screw.

He whipped his head around, the sensation of a hand touching his scalp, tugging on his hair an obnoxious, somewhat unnerving distraction.

He was unable to focus on his work.

He banged his head against the painted wood of his desk, exacerbating his already disorienting headache.

Stein, with a sigh, pushed himself and his chair away from his computer, allowing the screen to darken until it became blank, until the only thing he could see on the screen was a reflection of himself and his worn appearance.

Reminders of dissection and cigarettes left his body and him in agony.

They were all-consuming, all that he could possibly think about, save for the frequent agitated ramble.

He’d pace the halls, he’d jerk and twitch.

He’d dreamt numerous times that he had the comfort of a cigarette hanging from his lips, the comfort of nicotine relaxing his rattled mind, the comfort of the taste and smell of smoke looming on his tongue, looming in his nostrils, and looming in the air around him.

He’d dreamt of a warm body lying on, strapped down to his dissection table, as he’d bring his scalpel of choice down onto the softness of the subject’s skin, digging the blade, with precision, down into the tissue, leaving an incision teeming with blood, shining under his surgical light, in its wake. He’d dreamt of removing each layer - flesh, fat, and muscle - leaving organs and bones left to collect and thoroughly analyze with a giddy, ear-to-ear smile on his face. He’d dreamt of injecting a subject with hydrogen peroxide. He’d even dreamt of harvesting an individual’s bones for the sake of creating his own *authentic* ‘classroom skeleton’ of sorts.

And each time he’d wake up, he’d wake up horrendously pained and disappointed that he could not live within those dreams.

Or perhaps he could. Would it be worth it to go down that path? Would it be worth it to sacrifice all that he had built for himself, all that he had promised to himself as soon as his deterioration became far more overtly imminent?

Anything to experience that cocktail of pure euphoria, sadistic pleasure, and the complete satiation of his supposedly “morbid” curiosities, no? Anything to take the edge off and refresh himself, no? Anything to be in touch with who he truly was, with what his soul truly was, no?

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howlsofbloodhounds · 4 months ago

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https://youtu.be/0nugWOaC8lU?si=L9gDvlcLg_F121gx

I came across a post with music that you associate with something or someone, and I also had some associations when listening to some of it. Or to be more precise, when I listen to this, I imagine how complicated the relationship between Color and Killer/Delta is.

Do you think that their relationship is like that, or are there other views on this? (and I will add that I like both ships, and sometimes I even consider the possibility that this could even be a triple)

Oh thats a kinda cute song, even if a little repetitive at points. Does anyone happen to have any more song recommendations? 👀

And yeah I do think the dynamics between Color, Killer, and Delta could potentially be rather complicated; regardless of romance or not. In fact it works just as well with friendship.

Color’s Delta’s first and closest friend, and Color’s Killer’s first real, genuine friend.

I’d imagine that a lot of the issues is mostly because of Killer. As said before, its not like he has much grasp on healthy or equal relationships of any kind; and with every other “friendship” he’s had most recently—Chara, possibly Nightmare—they were always possessive over him.

Wouldn’t be surprised at all if Killer is a little possessive and territorial over Color, too. Whereas Stage 1 may experience things like emotional jealousy, insecurity, feeling undeserving of it—fears of being abandoned.

Stage 2 would possibly view it more as losing a very valuable resource, someone he not only views as very important to his stability and happiness and happy ending, but someone he’s actually grown to want around.

As said I mentioned before, Color is one of his “red lines.” Someone who knows a lot about him, someone he’s trusted with a lot about himself, eventually. And even if he’s growing to trust Color, that doesn’t mean he trusts Delta.

He notices how close Delta and Color are, and he thinks of all the ways that can be used to hurt Color, which in turn, hurts him. If Stage 2 is ever jealous or afraid of being left behind, or that Color likes Delta more or would choose Delta, I doubt he’d ever willingly acknowledge that. Let alone say it.

Killer wants control. He sees so many things he can’t control about Delta and his relationship with Color, they’re so obviously close, and he doesn’t like it. It doesn’t feel safe.

If Color is the hope that brought light into his world, then I’m sure the concept of sharing that with someone he doesn’t know—someone who has made it obvious that he doesn’t like Killer and would prefer if Color wasn’t around him—feels less like sharing, and more like Delta is trying to take from him. Like Delta is tryna hurt him specifically, or control him, or punish him—by taking or stealing who makes him happy.

Killer doesn’t often think he deserves to be happy, and for awhile im sure he thought it wasnt possible. But now that he knows it is possible, he still doesn’t think he deserves it, and he doesn’t think anyone else besides Color would probably think he does. He doesn’t really offer people much trust, does he.

Delta already doesn’t like him, and he’s close with Color. But he doesn’t need Delta to like him, he just needs Color to like him (to like him so much he stays), and he needs Delta to know how much Color likes him.

But you know, instead of voicing all these concerns and needs like a well adjusted person, he will instead gaslight, torment, fuck with, and manipulate. (Someone once said Killer is like a cat because he plays with his prey. Which is basically what he’s doing here lmao.)

He will create little scenarios that make Delta feel unsure and frustrated, he will do and say things to subtly make Delta feel left out and insecure—and he will do it all so casually that Delta starts wondering if he’s actually the one causing the problem here.

He likes having control over this. He likes that he can do or say something to have Color’s attention and focus on him, he likes that Color is so kind, sweet, attentive, despite still knowing not to trust him completely when he’s like this.

He likes that Color is smart like that. He likes laying down these little games and tests of loyalty and seeing how much Color cares about him. He probably likes pushing boundaries and buttons just see not only how much Color will tolerate from him, but exactly how much he cares despite it all.

But Color also cares for his friends, and he also understands Killer, and so he will eventually realize what’s happening—and he will realize that there’s more reasons going on for this behavior than only territorial and control reasons. And he will seek to try and talk to Killer about it—and lay down some firm boundaries with Killer.

Ultimately I think things will ease up a little when Color gets Killer to understand what’s going on, what he needs from Color, and gather the courage to learn how to ask for it.

It’s not like Color’s going to have any issues with showering Killer with any validation, reassurance, praise or comforts he needs but feels either too weak and vulnerable (Stage 2) or ashamed and guilty (Stage 1) to ask for—let alone the hard work of teaching killer that he can ask for something and expect to have it given to him happily with no other strings attached for no other reasons than Color loves and cares about him. Because its not something to be ashamed of needing, and it doesn’t make one weak to need.

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softxsuki · 4 months ago

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1.5k Follower Event Song Drabble "Begin Again" With Marius (TOT)

This event is now closed. You can view the masterlist here.

Request: Hey! Congratulations on 1.5k followers I really love your writing and you deserve even more 😎 id like to request a song inspired Drabble for Marius :D of the song begin again by Taylor swift, it was hard to pick a lyric but I think I’ll go with “I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny, cause he never did”. It’s no problem if you can’t do it but either way thanks for doing this event 👍

Warnings: mentions of ex, bad past relationship

Note: No idea why this request deleted itself from my inbox, but thankfully I copy and pasted them all in advance heh. Finally onto the song drabble part of this event. The fact that this has been going on for a year now...and now I'm almost at 2k followers...wild.

Anxiety filled you as you entered the quaint cafe the guy you’d been speaking to for a few days now recommended. You don’t know what persuaded you to agree to go out with him as your past relationship had ended horribly not too long ago. The guy was full of himself and made you feel worthless, criticizing every little thing you did. But for some reason, walking into Marius at that art gallery, you felt…different.

A good kind of different.

So when he started up a conversation with you, ultimately asking for your number to keep in contact, you gave it to him. You didn’t expect much. After all, all guys were like your ex…right?

You’re thoroughly surprised to see him already sitting at a table as you walk through the cafe, a bright smile on his face as he waves at you, inviting you over to sit with him. As you approach the table, he quickly stands up and runs to the other side of the table, pulling your chair out for you, making you pause in shock, your lips parting slightly in awe. What was this?

“After you, Y/N,” he says gently, nudging his head towards the seat, urging you to take a seat, shaking you out of your shock as you softly thank him. You take a seat as he pushes you in, before he runs back around the table to his seat across from you.

“What would you like to drink or eat, or both?” He asks, eyes bright in interest. “It’s on me.”

Every second of this interaction was shocking to you, mentally comparing everything to your ex, nothing was going as you thought it would, but in a good way…

“Oh that’s okay, I can pa-”

“Nope, I got it. I was the one that invited you out anyway,” he smiles reassuringly, gently resting his hand on yours when you reach for your wallet, pausing your actions.

Guess you couldn’t argue with that as you sigh in defeat, nodding your head as you tell him what you want. Watching his back as he stands up and walks up to order it, leaving you with your jumbled thoughts.

First he was early, then he pulled your chair out for you, and now he’s paying for your drink…was this some kind of prank? Your ex never did any of this for you, not before he was your boyfriend and especially not while he was your boyfriend.

Returning with your drink, you both engage in conversation, feeling your chest lighten the more you speak to him. He was so gentle with his words, throwing compliments your way and listening to everything you had to say.

Your heart nearly stops in your chest when he throws his head back and a cute laugh leaves his lips. Did he really find that funny?

“How strange…you think I’m funny when he never did,” you mumble to yourself, feeling your face heat up when he chuckles, resting his chin in his hands as his attention goes back to you.

“Who never did?” He asks curiously.

“I- sorry, I can’t help but keep comparing things here to my past relationship. It’s so strange how��kind you are.”

“Hmm, well I think it’s strange how genuinely into art you are, so I guess we’re both a little shocked. At least I hope that’s a good thing for you, because it definitely is for me,” his eyes light up even more.

He wasn’t even upset that you had mentioned your ex, probably sensing your shock since you walked in and now happy that he at least knew why you were so shocked. It was in that moment that you felt it, that small familiar feeling blooming in your chest again for the first time in years. All happening before your eyes in this tiny cafe on a random Wednesday afternoon. And it was all thanks to the purple eyed man in front of you…

Posted: 9/9/2024

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hotchs-bitch · 2 years ago

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4 AM

Credits: prompt idea from @foxy-eva Criminal Minds Writing Challenge! Hurt/Comfort prompt: Nowhere else to go: Person A didn't know where else to go in a time of need, so they ring B's doorbell. Betaing credits to @doctorstethoscope and @greg-montgomery- I would never post anything if you guys didn't tell me to <3

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Haley Hotchner (post-slash?), Aaron Hotchner & blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n) (platonic-ish)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Unrequited love, discussions of divorce and parenting, Hotch's take on Haley leaving him, big sexy man cries a little, mentions of cases, angsty

A/N: I'm back with a song fic about Hotch's marriage crumbling, because apparently that's the only thing that can drag me out of my burnout era. Inspo song is 4 AM by Cate, and I highly recommend giving it a listen!!

Yes, this is angstier than I meant for it to be. Yes, I'm already working on a part 2 :)

Find it on ao3 here, or under the cut. Happy reading <3

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Why don’t you come over?

It’s only friendship we’ll risk

You can cry on my shoulder

If it’s her that you miss

Are you thinking of me

In a new light?

‘Cause if not wе could pretend for the night, for thе night

“Why don’t you come over for a little bit tonight?”

“It… it doesn’t even matter–”

“How long is your drive?”

Aaron’s sigh into the phone receiver is audible. You can almost picture him right now, his face screwed up in frustration and two fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. “I’m… not far. I’m at a motel twenty minutes from Quantico. She offered to stay at Jessica’s house, but… I don’t want Jack to know what’s going on.”

This certainly wasn’t the conversation you were expecting to have when you phoned your boss in the evening, intending to apologize for the late hour and let him know that you would be sending a file to him that would need to be reviewed first thing in the morning. You were expecting a brief, rushed call. You weren’t expecting him to pocket-answer the phone so that you had an accidental front-row seat to the sound of your boss checking into a motel room for one guest.

When he finally heard your voice calling out, “Aaron!” from his pocket and realized what was going on, he had bashfully explained; another fight with Haley, a bad one. You know that they’re all bad these days, but his admittance meant that it was worse than usual. It had ended with both of them packing bags, insisting that the other stay at their house, and Hotch driving off before she could.

You can’t pretend that you aren’t a little surprised that he shared all of this without much prompting. But now, you just want to see him and know that he’s okay. You just want to make this better… but how can you do that?

Maybe it’s not your place to get involved at all. You would be the first to admit that, sure, you have a minor crush on your very married colleague, and maybe that means that you should be staying away from his marital problems with a twenty-foot pole. But if he needs help, you’re certainly going to offer it.

“I don’t want to say it, but… do you really think Jack doesn’t know? You two have been having a lot of problems, and he’s a smart kid.”

“I know. I know. But it’s not… we can work it out. We can figure something out. There’s no need to stress him out or make him think that we’re going to get a divorce. I don’t want him put through all of that, for something that won’t happen.” The pain in Aaron’s voice is as audible as his words, and the sheer emotion behind it… it just breaks your heart.

It’s your turn to sigh now, letting your head tip back and rest on the back of your couch. “Are you sure you don’t want to come over? It’s really no trouble, I promise. I’ve got a guest room; you can stay as long as you need.”

Now, there’s a familiar firmness in his tone. It’s that decisive I-know-best voice he uses when he really believes in what he’s saying. “I’m sure. I appreciate the offer, but I’ll be home by tomorrow. We’ll work this out. I… appreciate you speaking to me about this. I’m sure it’s not why you called.”

If he could see you, you would wave a hand in the air as if to say, ‘Don’t worry about it’. “Anytime, Aaron. And that offer stands, you hear me?”

This standing offer of yours might be a bad idea. What if he takes you up on it? What if he comes over, seeking your company? Your conflicting feelings for him are easy enough to set aside at work, but if he’s coming over because of his rocky marriage that’s a whole other battlefield you don’t have a clue how to navigate.

Aaron loves his wife. You know that he does. He adores her and their son, right down to his nightly phone calls with them on cases and the picture of the two that he keeps in his go bag. But sometimes, on the occasional event that he relaxes around you, you can’t help wondering if he could ever think of you the same way he thinks of Haley.

He could, you’re sure of that. He’s a red-blooded man, and even though that’s a little cliche of you, you can’t help but wish he would think of you as more than a colleague. You’re a woman who sees him more often than his own wife does, and that’s got to count for something. Does he really just view you as a colleague and friend, or… does he ever view you as something more?

Sometimes, you think maybe he does. During your last case – an abduction in South Dakota – the two of you had been canvassing together down a busy street when a biker rode past. Aaron had noticed in the nick of time, pulling you in towards him and out of the way of harm. He loves his wife more than anything, and you know that he was just keeping you from getting hurt. But for a moment, for just a split second, you had let yourself imagine that it was a gesture of more-than-friends, that he was pulling you in because he wanted to be closer to you.

So maybe this offer is a terrible, awful idea. You can admit that it probably is, but at least he doesn’t seem to be taking you up on it.

“I hear you.” There’s a bit of a smile in his voice now, as though he knows how serious you’re being and he finds it amusing. “Thank you, again. Have a nice night.”

Before you can respond, he hangs up. With a sigh, you set down the phone. It’s starting to get late now; you might as well go to sleep if he’s not coming over.

–

When you wake up, your bedroom is completely dark. Your alarm isn’t ringing on the nightstand, and when you roll over in bed you read the time on the digital clock. 3:46 AM.

So what the hell woke you up?

Your answer comes in the form of a knocking sound, loud enough to get your attention without being an obnoxious pounding sound. The noise is coming from… somewhere, so you get out of bed and slip on a robe over your pajamas to find the source of the noise.

The hunt leads you to your front door, where that steady knocking is coming from the other side. Someone is knocking on your door, at the late hour, and in a haze of grogginess and confusion, you wrench the door open.

“What is- Aaron?”

He’s standing on your step, his hand raised like he’s ready to knock again. His face… god. His face is full of pain, unimaginably pure pain, and he nods at you. “Hi. I’m sorry, I… you were sleeping. I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

His voice breaks a little, and that’s when you reach out. With one hand on his shoulder, you steer him into the house and close the door. “Are you okay? You didn’t… what?”

When you guide Aaron to the couch, he sits down without hesitation. His voice is drenched with despair when he says, “I didn’t… know where else to go. You said that the, er, offer was standing, right?”

“What? Yes, of course, it is. Aaron, what’s going on?” You sink down onto the couch next to him, watching him inhale deeply like he’s trying to ground himself. The tiny part of you that preens when he says that he didn’t know where else to go… well, you try to fight that part back. Right now, the priority is Aaron. The priority is not your ridiculous, unrealistic crush on him. “I thought you were staying at the motel tonight and going home tomorrow.”

“I did, too. Haley texted me a little while ago. She… she told me that she wants to figure out a… custody agreement that recognizes her as Jack’s primary parent. She wants to… work that out before she gets her lawyer involved.” He gives you a sardonic little smile, one that fills you to the brim with empathy as he continues to speak. “Apparently, when she said she would stay at her sister’s house, she meant indefinitely. I can expect to be served the… papers in the next week.”

He says ‘papers’ in a bitter tone, like the very sound of the word puts a bad taste in his mouth. It’s not hard to piece two and two together, and you slowly reach for his hand. He lets you take it, and you give him a moment before you ask the question.

“You and Haley are divorcing?” Compartmentalizing this has to be one of the most strong-willed things you’ve ever done. This isn’t the time for your feelings and emotions to be anywhere near the surface; not when Aaron needs you like this.

At the d-word, he flinches a little like he’s been wounded. He obviously hasn’t come to terms with the idea of it yet, and you wonder how long it’s been since she texted him. “We aren’t divorcing. She’s divorcing me.” His correction is swift, and his voice is brittle; it feels like he’s close to shattering. Seeing him like this – so vulnerable, so broken – is completely alien to you.

“Aaron…” You don’t know what to say, so you squeeze his hand. In lieu of any other words, you ask the stupidest possible question. “How do you feel?”

He laughs a little, at that. It isn’t genuine, but it’s not a cruel laugh either. It’s a little bit cynical, a little disbelieving. “I just found out that my wife is leaving me. It’s 4 AM, and I’m tired, and I can’t go home. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, right now.”

“I know. I know, I’m sorry. It was dumb of me to ask.” You move a little closer to him, the couch cushions shifting under you until you’re almost pressed against him. “You can talk about it, if you want to. You can tell me everything that’s going through your head.”

Aaron takes another deep breath at that, and his hold on your hand tightens a little. “She isn’t happy. She hasn’t been happy, and we both knew it. I just… I didn’t think this would happen. I know she wants me around more- wanted me around, I suppose. Lately, most of our fights have been about work. Haley wanted me to leave the BAU, the Bureau if it came down to it, and I refused. And I can’t blame her for wanting a normal life, or wanting me to work at a 9 to 5, but… I can’t do that.”

His monologue has shaken every remaining ounce of grogginess out of your system. Aaron so rarely opens up, especially about personal matters. Listening to him talk like this, you could go all night long without a cup of coffee.

Come to think of it, coffee is a really good idea. Standing up, you give him a small, sympathetic smile. “I’m just going to make us some coffee. You look like you need it.”

The open-concept design means that you only move a few feet away to get to the coffeemaker in the kitchen, and you look over at Aaron as you scoop grounds into the basket. “Why can’t you leave the BAU?” Your question is soft, not accusatory.

He hears your tone, the general curiosity, and sighs. “When I was a lawyer, I prosecuted dozens of murder cases. By the time they reached my desk, it always felt like it was too late. And I wanted to, uh… stop them, before they got to my desk. We see a lot of things, you know? Jack… I don’t want him growing up in a world like this, with serial killers around every corner. I want to make the world a safer place for him. I suppose I thought that… I thought that because I’m doing it for my family, that would make it… easier for her to deal with.”

By the time Aaron finishes speaking, you’re handing him a cup of coffee. It’s sweetened with a bit of sugar and some cream; he usually drinks it black, but you know he considers any other kind of coffee to be a treat. If there’s ever been a time for him to deserve a treat, it’s now.

“You’re a good dad,” you tell him as you sink back down onto the couch with a mug of your own. “I know that you and Haley might have different ideas about what parenting should look like, but… you’re doing this because you love him. You want to protect him, and keep him safe and innocent. That doesn’t make you a monster for missing bedtime.”

It’s silent for a long moment; the only sound is both of you sipping your coffees, and then Aaron hums quietly. “I just… I never want him to know what kind of people are out there. He’s a little kid. I’m supposed to be there to tell him that there isn’t a monster under his bed. Instead, I spent his birthday in Mississippi looking for a guy who hunts his victims by actually hiding under their beds. I can’t blame Haley for being upset with me.”

You’re still trying to think of a response to that when he speaks again. His voice softens now, and when you glance over he looks away quickly. It’s not quick enough, and you still make note of the tears in his eyes that he’s obviously trying to hide. “We’ve been together since high school, you know. Graduation, college, law school… all of it.”

“I had no idea,” you murmur. You knew that Aaron and his wife were together for a long time, obviously. But to be together since high school? That’s a hefty chunk of time; it’s more than half as long as he’s been alive. “I’m sorry, Aaron. I… I can’t even imagine how you feel.”

“If it helps, neither can I. I don’t… I have no clue how I feel,” he admits, setting down the coffee cup. His gaze is still averted, but you can see the tears shining in his eyes. “Things haven’t been great for a while, and I know that. I’m not an idiot. But she’s always been there by my side, always. And now… she won’t be there, anymore.” His voice breaks a little on the last word, and it just… breaks your heart, all over again.

When you speak, it’s a little more tentative. Between his strict professionalism in the office and the reason for this impromptu 4 AM visit, you’re worried that you might be crossing some sort of line here. He’s got a wife at home; technically, he’s still married. That, and the reason for your offer is more selfish than you care to admit. But you don’t mind that as much as you probably should. After a pause, you say it.

“You can say no, but… do you want a hug?” Even as you ask the question, you start to get to your feet. Maybe to give him easy access, or maybe just so you can busy yourself with the coffee mugs if he says no.

A soft ‘oof’ escapes you when Aaron gets to his feet and hugs you tightly, like he’s just been waiting for you to ask. His arms wrap around your waist while your own come up to reach around him, rubbing his back gently in as reassuring of a manner as you can. Yes, your reason for this hug is selfish… It's selfish to take pride in the fact that you’re the one comforting him, reassuring him, and hopefully making him feel better.

You’re just about to let go – the guilt-ridden confliction of your emotions is almost too much to handle – when you feel and hear a sharp intake of breath against your shoulder, under your hand. It’s paired with the softest, most broken-sounding sob you can imagine. Aaron is trying to hold back that flood of emotion, that heartbreak that seems to surround him like it’s stuck alongside him inside an impenetrable bubble, and you tighten your grip on him a little.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, and you hope that you sound soothing. You hope that you can calm him, help him in some way. “You can let go, it’s okay. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”

Aaron doesn’t respond. He’s silent against you as his face presses into your shoulder, but his back moves under your hand when he takes in another deep, shuddering breath. It isn’t until he pulls away and lowers his head that you realize that the shoulder of your robe is soaked with tears that you couldn’t feel through the layers of fabric.

His head is still down, and he wipes at his face like he can’t stand to have tears running down it. “I’m sorry,” he says after a long moment, and he turns away altogether while he presumably collects himself.

You allow him this privacy, this pseudo-solitude to wipe his face and straighten his posture and do whatever else he can to recover from his moment of sheer, sheer vulnerability. He’s starting to turn back by the time you say, “Don’t be. You’re hurting, Aaron. I want to be here for you, however I can be. If you want to talk about how much you miss her, and cry on my shoulder…” you shrug one of the aforementioned shoulders, a gesture meant to play off the tension of the moment, “Well, I’ve got two of them, so feel free. Whatever you need, okay? That’s a promise.”

With a little nod, Aaron wipes a hand under both eyes again. “I understand. I really appreciate it… I appreciate you. Just having you here, with me… it’s helped more than you know.”

A tight smile graces your face, and you pat his forearm as you step back. The coffee is starting to wear off, and you can feel the exhaustion down to your bones. It’s on his face too, in his eyes and the way they’re growing heavy with the need to sleep. “Of course. We can talk more in the morning, but I think for now you should try to get some sleep. Okay?”

Aaron straightens up, and you don’t miss the way his jaw flexes as he tries to suppress a yawn. “I think you’re right. Thank you, again.”

“There’s no need to thank me,” you promise, leading him down the hall towards the guest bedroom right next door to yours. “Just get some rest, and… tomorrow can wait. Everything else can wait, for now.”

“It can wait,” Aaron agrees with a solemn nod, his voice quiet. He thanks you once again before you step away from the door, listening to it shut before you turn off all the lights and return to your own bedroom.

By the time you slip under your blankets, you can hear soft snores floating through the shared wall. It’s still hard to tell if you’ve overstepped, or if you’ve crossed some sort of line tonight. But for now… Aaron might have Haley in his head, but he’s fast asleep in your guest bedroom. You’re going to support him through this next stage of his life. Whatever the next few weeks or months may bring, you’ll be there.

You aren’t going to change his mind on anything. If he wants to contest the divorce, you’ll be there for him. If he wants to do it amicably, you’ll ask how you can help. If he realizes somewhere along the way that you could be the one for him, you certainly won’t argue.

You’ve already waited without hope for years. If he winds up single then maybe, just maybe, he’ll think of you in a new light one day. And if not… maybe you can just pretend he will, for tonight.

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meenawrites · 2 years ago

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Spider Modern AU cause I can't help myself

I've seen so many people doing this and I love so much so I shall be participating as well. I'll also be doing other characters but this post is dedicated to Spider rn. I should really be working on my finals rn but here I am.

Spider is 100% a theater kid. Like no question about it. This kid can sing, he can dance, he can do gymnastics. He's the theatre troupe's pride and joy honestly, he's always pulling big stunts that wow the audience. This also ties into his love of storytelling in general so of course he's a theatre kid. Which ALSO means a lot of his playlist is musical songs cause.. ya know, obviously. I'd imagine Kiri actually secretly gave him access to her Spotify so he'd got access to premium (secret meaning everybody but Neytiri knows tbh).

I think Spider actually does pretty well academically. He's a fast learner and his brain absorbs things like a sponge so once he understands a concept, it's all A's for him. It kind of pisses Kiri off how smart he is without trying sometimes, but she's also super proud of him for proving his haters (and her mom) wrong.

This kid is the Anti-Bully of the school. He sees anyone bullying anyone and he's already aiming a punch at their face. Because of that, he's kind of seen as the protector of underclassmen and targets in general so he's pretty well liked generally, except for by the traditionally popular kids. Also not super popular with parents cause all that really sticks in their heads is violent Tarzan kid. He kind of stops with the physical violence once Kiri expresses her worry for him and how she doesn't want him to just blindly resort to violence all the time. But then he starts making comments to bullies that piss them off equally so there's no real winning for him here lol.

I think Spider likes working with his hands a lot so on top of acting in theatre, he also comes up with and constructs a lot of things for set and they always look incredible.

Also, inspired by @be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie 's latest post, he joins the cheer team in solidarity with Lo'ak because he wants to get close to Tsireya. Refer to her post for more detail on that, I reblogged it if that helps.

Despite being a year older than both Neteyam and Kiri, Spider and Neteyam actually share a lot of classes because Neteyam is a star student and skipped a grade. Kiri could probably also skip a grade if she wanted to, but her head's a little too in the clouds during classtime for any of her teachers to recommend it, even if she does get good grades.

Spider still has his hair long, though I'm not sure if he would let it just endlessly keep growing or he would trim it here and there to his shoulders just to manage the curls a bit. I imagine his hair grows pretty fast so maybe once a year he chops it back to his shoulders and in like three months it's already almost to his elbows. He's gotten pretty good at braiding though, so when he can't be bothered to put effort into maintaining his curls, he just brushes his hair violently and braids it all in like dutch braids or other complicated hairstyles. The girls' soccer team probably starts recruiting him to braid their hair before games (based on my own experience lmao).

On a more serious note with his home situation... I think as a kid he was probably passed through multiple foster homes and all of them kind of said that he's too much for them. Then he ends up with the McCoskers and while they're not ideal they never say anything like that or try to get rid of him (yes they neglect him but seeing how he was treated before and they're not kicking him out, he's okay with them just giving him a place to stay). At least I'd imagine until maybe something big happens like he overworks himself or something and who notices other than the new family in town? The Tonowari family. And then they swoop in and are like 'mine now' and Spider's just like what? Unconditional love? A home where they notice I'm gone? Where I don't have to find my own food? What is this?

BUT IF TRUDY LIVED: so I imagine as a kid he'd still maybe be passed through the foster system a little, but Trudy is invested in his well-being, she's just still convinced there's some couple out there who'd be better for Spider overall until she sees all of them rejecting this perfect kid and she's like screw it and screw my own problems, I'll work through them for this kid but I'm taking him. And he's a happy boy thank you very much, loves his mama to death.

I'll probably have stuff to add eventually but take this for now.

#Spider Socorro #Spider avatar #Trudy Lives #Meena's modern AU #Trudy is Spider's mom #Neytiri #Spiri #Kiri #Tsireya #Neteyam #Lo'ak #Tuk #Tonowari #avatar 2 #Avatar the way of water

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somereaderinblue · 8 months ago

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It's already Day 6 of Trigun Fanfiction Appreciation Week. I don't want any regrets so here goes: I give you a VW mpreg rec list. If this isn't your cup of tea, that's fine. If it is:

what I am trying to cultivate… by Altered-Havoc (Altered_Karma)

100/10, I've lost count on how many times I reread this. Both of them have suffered & after everything, they finally get a soft epilogue. Angst? Who dat? This is 80% comfort to me.

Surprise, Wolfwood! It's A Bouncing Baby Plant! by @attackofthezee, rated T

WW returns from the dead & there's a surprise waiting for him. 3 guesses as to what it is.

Until The End by squishycake, rated E

“Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.” – Richard Siken A bittersweet fic wherein an aging WW makes peace with his mortality but not before Vash two new lives.

Innocent Souls by NaughtyJacks (JackalJamboree), rated T

In a quiet moment, Vash asks WW to bless the two blessings he carries. Vash knows WW is still keeping secrets from him, but he also knows that he's decided to choose Vash & his kids over them. And that only makes him love him more.

o' light, won't you shine (upon souls of youth) by seventhgiver (fifthgiver), rated T

Another bittersweet fic wherein WW still faces his canon death, but Meryl & Milly are there to support Vash through thick & thin. There's angst, but it really does have a happy ending.

dear star and spring bud, my preachers by elemmacil, rated T

Post-canon AU where VW have a child. Does a great job at depicting their awe over the fact that they were allowed to make this dream their reailty.

I've Taken to Calling Him Nico by mak000000, rated G

Short one-shot wherein Vash tells WW that the little boy he assumed to be Lina's baby brother is in fact someone's kid. 3 guesses as to who's the father.

i’d give you the sun (i’d give you the sun) by justotherdays, rated M

Set post-Trimax, full of nothing but tenderness & a much deserved happy ending.

This is not humanity's song, this is ours by O_ToJoy, rated M & T

An AU where Knives's victory is short-live & WW has to pick up the pieces, one of said pieces being Nikolai. He's 16 years too late, but that won't stop him from trying.

Talk About Timing by lucifergooseifer (Lucifergooseifer), rated M

A small detour causes everything to NOT go according to plan. BUT! Nothing (too) bad happens, I swear.

A Black Angel at Your Side by hazeltea (madlovescience), rated E

I would've listed this at the top but then I read it, cried, & slapped it here. I want to devour this but also throw up. On a side note, I like how this fic depicts Livio's still somewhat religious view on Plants & how said view is deeply embedded in NML's culture, which causes conflict with the Earth Federation. There's also a Meryl POV chapter where she justifiably remains wary of Livio/Razlo, which really individualizes her. Also has fanart.

Flower Dew, Deep Waters, Desert Thirst & Use My Heart by cloudbureiku, rated E & M

Aside from smut, there's also tender caring & non-sexual intimacy, all of which are three of many reasons why VW is our bread & butter.

Lavender by @vaporame

Gotta love it when Plant pregnancy involves markings & telepathic bonds. Totally makes breaking the news to your s/o less nerve-wracking. Their other VW works are also recommended.

Modern AUs

To Build a Home by hielhue, rated G

Everyone is alive & happy, and WW narrates how he met Vash, fell in love & started a family.

cause everything else is a substitute for your love by @sascake, rated M

VW have a bad history when it comes to using protection despite one of them ironically owning a sex shop. They're not perfect but they make it work.

little moment verse by justotherdays, rated G & M

VW's journey as parents. In the second fic in the series, the author isn't afraid to write how some parents, no matter how much they love their child, still inevitably struggle. Which is why it's important to have support.

devil on your shoulder (or the angel laying on your tummy) & paint the town red by cloudbureiku, not rated & G

The former guest stars the one & only Kuroneko while the latter shows us why it really isn't advisable for heavily pregnant parents to sit on the floor.

#trigun #vashwood #mpreg #trigunfanficappreciation #ao3 fic #fic rec #......i may have gotten carried away #but hey it's day 6 go big or go home

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barrenclan · 1 year ago

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for your next music recs post i got a few:

1. “rabbit heart (raise it up)” by florence + the machine is a good one for rainhaze imo. it might work a little better if he was a girl just bc the singer refers to herself as such in the song but other than that it’s a pretty good fit

for the next two, i remember someone tried to recommend an ethel cain song for corm that ended up not being a good fit, BUT i feel like her music in general does match up with the vibes so here’s a couple songs off that same album (preacher’s daughter, def give it a listen if you get the chance) that i feel would fit:

2. “thoroughfare” would be a good one for hush puppy, wild rose, or even slugpelt depending on the context you take it in; lyrically it’s about a girl who falls in love with a smooth-talking guy and they plan to go on the run together. however, if you take it in the greater context of the album (bc it’s a concept album), the guy later turns out to be a serial killer/cult leader sooo you can imagine how that turns out

3. “ptolemaea,” which is a couple songs after the previous one, and sort of serves as the climax of the album; while i’m not sure if there’s a specific character it fits, it ABSOLUTELY fits the overall mood/themes of the story. i wish there was more i could say about it, but this is one of those songs where it’s best if you go in blind. trust me

Eh, I never care too much about the gender of lyrics unless it's actually relevant to the character's meaning. I like it with Redpelt, too, though! Since Rainhaze and Redpelt did have a relationship to each other, maybe they can both be singing the song.

"Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl Frozen in the headlights It seems I've made the final sacrifice" (Redpelt)

"This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight" (Rainhaze)

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2. I did listen to a bit of the Ethel Cain album, though it's not really my taste.

The specific song sounds really great to work with Wild Rose, in the context of the rest of the album. I have described her as a character with wanderlust before, so I imagine she'd want to leave Defiance with Deepdark.

"I met you there in Texas, somewhere on the thoroughfare On the side of the road in some torn up clothes with a pistol in my pocket I didn't trust no one but you said, "Baby, don't run, I'll take you anywhere"

"And then you turned to me and stared into me deep And said, "Well, maybe not, 'cause look at what I've got You might not be my love, but baby, I doubt it"

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3. Oh, what an intersting song this is. If I had to assign a character to it I'd say Deepdark, with certain other lyrics in the song as victims of his throughout the years. Specifically the phrasing of "I am the white light" and "[the] wolf, crawling to thee" are very relevant to some imagery surrounding him.

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Good old The Moss! I like this song.

"Well, we can all learn things, both many and a-few From that old hunched-up woman who lived inside a shoe Or the girl that sang by day and by night she ate tear soup Or the man who drank too much and he got the brewers' droop"

"Come listen, all ye fair maids, to how the moral goes Nobody knew and nobody knows"

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If that song's not on Rainhaze Hell, it prolly should be. He's got a couple of NIN there already I believe. Any angry, edgy, upset song is very Rainhaze. I like the motif of the days feeling like a constant endless drag in this one.

"I think I used to have a purpose Then again, that might have been a dream"

"I can feel their eyes are watching In case I lose myself again Sometimes, I think I'm happy here Sometimes, yet I still pretend"

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Never Love an Anchor is actually Slugpelt's theme song, which you can find on the official PATFW playlist! It fits her terribly well.

I could see I Bet on Losing Dogs as a representation of her and Cashew's relationship, where she's continually convincing herself that he'll stay despite knowing in her heart he won't.

"Will you let me, baby, lose On losing dogs I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place"

"My baby, my baby You're my baby, say it to me Baby, my baby Tell your baby that I'm your baby"

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Aw, yeah, good call.

"If the rashes sprang to life, would you just let me down? Would you leave those kids again and kick 'em outta town? I guess we'll never know, I'll just be here wondering What made you choose to go? The day you went down to Mexico"

"Now there's time to mend, every broken heart that you left In your gust of wind, no more little ghost I keep around"

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#ask #anon #music #slugpelt #cashew #deepdark #wild rose #rainhaze #redpelt

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since you were kind enough to like the song i recommended you, i wanted to send you more ZZZ items i found useful. i have a distany memory of you saying you wanted to learn more about ZZZ's lore before developing more of your OC that you ship with Billy Kid and i have provided two videos for you to potentially help you out! no worries if you dont want to watch either for any reasons, all optional obviously. im just trying to be helpful with what is p rapidly becoming either a hyperfixation or a special interest, and i love the content youve made so far about it!

(video 1:) https://youtu.be/WaW6Sy8o6dI?si=ldFSS7w9qLFaMig2

this (⬆️ video 1) is a video that explores the lore about ZZZ so far without going into spoilers. i hope there will be a part 2 that does include spoilers at some point. but, as is, this is really interesting. and really succint at just 14 minutes

(which i find to be short, but all the other ZZZ lore and theory videos i have seen are all even shorter (guess there isnt much to lore to unpack so far, no matter how much i want to have everything ever in ZZZ all analyzed and explained in one video already as is). so this is both a baby and a biggie. but i like how little guessing at what could be in this video, as we instead mostly analyze what is currently in-game, is my point)

(video 2:) https://youtu.be/mR0s11XrSlU?si=6FYAUtF6iq7OxBod

and this (⬆️ video 2) is a video that compiles all the cut-scenes so far (it was posted within the last week) of the animated scenes, the comic-book-scenes, and other voice-acted scenes within ZZZ so far. it's very long. but ive been watching it in pieces over the past few days and have found it fun, but that's just me. im on hour 7. wild that there is THIS many scenes in a video of an app-game, in a video that doesnt even include any gameplay no less lol

but yeah! watching through these two videos have helped me understand ZZZ better and develop my own ZZZ OC. im still looking into lore and theory videos about ZZZ that aren't fully based on conjecture, and if i run into any more then i can let you know? only if you want tho. i dont wanna infodump unwarrantedly lol

hopefully, we will eventually learn Billy lore. do you have any theories or hcs about Billy yet?

i know his wiki confirms he is fully robot, just one who passed The Forbidden Fruit Test, but i was so convinced before that he used to be human lol and now i have a lot of hcs and curiosities about why he exists and who made him, but my biggest focus is the obvious "ohhh this bitch is functionally immortal, huh? he's going to outlive all his teammates unless he's killed or something" element. i wish we knew more about the Starlight Knights as part of said Billy lore, but as is i hc theyre like Voltron or outerspace Power-Rangers so that it can explain part of Billy's interest as then in part due to them using robots to save the world. maybe one or more of them IS a robot or cyborg even, idk lol

but i digress. i hope you have a good day!! 👋

OOOO THANK U FOR SENDING ME THESE that first one was insanely helpful 😭😭 bc half the time while I'm playing the game I zone out and just end up missing dialogue JAJDJS

Dw about infodumping JAJDJS I practically do that everyone bc I can't learn to shut up but YES FEEL FREE TO SEND MY WAY it's always a bit frustrating when a media is new cause there's just not that much confirmed information 😭 so hopefully we'll get more lore soon 🙂‍↕️

I'm not sure if you're seen but there's a character teaser released by hyverse where he talks abt being made from old technology and used to be part of a gang on the outer ring of new eridu (??) there's been some speculation it could be a new upcoming faction called sons of calydon since the insignia on their back is somewhat similar to the one on billys (?) but that's what I've seen other people speculate

I think he also talks abt being made as a combat android but its not clear who made him exactly or his exact purpose 🤷‍♀️

As for the starlight knight aspect from my personal opinion I think it's to play into his childish personality almost by giving him a silly interest akdjsk THIS PART IS A HEADCANON but in his teaser he also talks about 'gaining a taste of freedom' so I'm assuming he enjoys the show bc it's kind of him indulging in this freedom he's found if that makes any sense IDK KEFNKWKSN cause he's a silly character so they gave him some silly traits to make him an enjoyable character :]

But yea that's what I think so far I HOPE THEY CAN RELEASE MORE CONTENT SOON IM SO IMPATIENNTTT JAJDJJJD

This is the character teaser if you haven't seen already ⬇️⬇️

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kateywritinganalysis · 9 months ago

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“Kimi No Na Wa” or “Your Name” is my favorite movie of all time. I could just sit there and rewatch it as much as possible. From the visuals to the OST, this movie is absolutely gorgeous. If we didn’t have it already have it assigned to us to watch, I would have requested it for every class pick. Every frame of the movie can serve as a wallpaper and I commend the animators for creating something so beautiful. Ever since I watched this movie, I have listened to the songs and even background music on repeat. Mitsuhua’s theme is a particular favorite of mine and it merges so well with the “Katawaredoki” song, as they play in similar keys. There’s a sense of loneliness when listening to Mitsuhua’s theme as she is constantly being separated from someone she cares about. For both her and Taki, they forget about what happens every time they switch bodies, but their feelings for one another transcend time. While there are romantic aspects to it, it is more of the deep bond and connection they have to one another due to their fate being tied to one another. Even though they live at different times, they maintain this connection and desire to find one another, which leads to the eventual meeting with Mistuhua and Taki (years before the meteor strike), and her giving him the “red string of fate” ties them to one another in the future to prevent the deaths that the meteor caused.

The Katawaredoki scene is probably one of the most iconic parts of the movie. Fora climax point of the story, it is calming. During twilight, the two times merge and Taki and Mistuhua finally meet one another. A lot of peopleget frustrated with the fact that Taki had written “I love you” on Mitsuhua’s hand as opposed to his name, but it makes sense. She would have forgotten his name as the body switches to them are like fleeting dreams and it probably would have gotten erased, similar to the notes they had left on each other’s phones. However, since he had written “I love you” instead, he left her with a feeling instead, which cannot be erased. In the time skip, Taki had felt like something was missing throughout his life and we can assume that Mitsuhua had felt the same way up until they finally see each other once again in the final scene.

There is a lot more than can be said about this movie, but it is a little funny how we go from Penguindrum (a story about fate) to Your Name, which uses fate as a storytelling tool as well, but (in my opinion) in a more cohesive way.

This made me also regret not recommending “A Silent Voice” for any of the class picks week.

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trenchcoatsbi · 2 years ago

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yoo could i ask for a playlist for a tallulah qsmp fictive mayhaps? she has an insatiable hunger for music it's frightening (/silly) ,, she likes soundtracks (child of light is her current fav), stuff like the oh hellos/cavetown/bears in trees, and generally cozy sorta feeling songs, plus anything lullaby-ey if that makes sense :] hope u guys are well! sorry this is a tad long or vague hhaha -–🔉🌠

hello! Admittedly I rushed this a bit I’m not as sure about these as I was about 🌾🪶 Phil’s but I took a swing we’ll see if I missed later I guess. I tried to include as many artists as possible so you have plenty of people to look through since you said she was a bit insatiable when it came to music! I did phone in the last few songs like the lullaby-eque ones. yeah again this was a bit of a mess on my end. Though I have been writing down songs for this for a while I didn't have an easy time narrowing down things as to what I wanted to include so at this point I've just thrown my hands in the air and declared it done now. Sorry if the playlist is messy or unsatisfactory.

Art used is by @/sallomezz on tumblr and can be found here!

Hope you find something to enjoy on the playlist or in my bonus ramblings below! -phil

okay so I kinda cheated my self imposed rule of one song per artist but in my defense I couldn’t choose between Moonlight and Paperwork… They’re my two favorite Fish in a Birdcage songs and I thought both were kinda fitting so oh well both of them are there.

Anywho I could go on and on and on about how I was this close to fighting myself to the death (<- hyperbolic) over this. Let's just get to other recommendations I didn't put on for one reason or another.

Starting with musicians I put on there but didn't include a song from for whatever reason:

Myxrite! My personal favorite song Now and Again doesn't look like its on Spotify at all so uh yeah I'm linking it here because I like it a lot.

Bug Hunter is on there too but he's currently in the top ten of my favorite musicians so yeah here's more suggestions! Go With The Flow and Listen to Your Mom pretty high up there in terms of my favorite songs. Making Up Words is one of my favorites lyrically (though I must say that Disco in the Panic Room is up there too), and of course I have to mention Try My Best and Slow Burn because I keep using lyrics from them to inspire drawings (that I'll never post anywhere online). Okay fuck I need to move on before I link literally every single one of his songs lol

Same as Bug Hunter, The Narcissist Cookbook is up there in terms of my favorite musician + he put the MOTH album (one of his old ones that wasn't on on youtube yet) on youtube recently so he's been in my head a lot. Ghost Stories and UNWELCOME GUESTS (warning: unwelcome guests starts with a phone ringing noise idk my friends always get surprised by it so I'm just gonna mention it in case) are rahgjagh they are so good they exist in my head rent free

Madilyn Mei has been on loop in my head cause a friend of mine. Anyway Six Legs (tippy tappy toes) and Sleeping in the Kitchen. just live in my brain now because of them lol

The actual recommendations that aren't just more songs from folk on the playlist already:

I Fight Dragons! I fucking love them! Their music tends to have techy/8-bit noises and they're a bit more on the rock side of things but their stuff is really good! Good Morning Sunlight and Oh The Places You'll Go... They are the most <3 to me forever... Sunny Afternoon too... God I love IFD I need to make my friends listen to them with me more

If you like IFD you may also like Jonathan Coulton or the portal song guy as my friends know him lol. Nobody Loves You Like Me or Now I Am an Arsonist or really anything from the Artificial Heart Album is always my go to for showing people besides the songs from Portal (Still Alive and Want You Gone) that my friends know.

Similar to IFD, a lot of Going Spaceward's songs have techy noise in the like proper releases, but his youtube has a lot of acoustic versions of his songs that don't have those. His covers are good but really most of his music is just funky. Uh since I will absolutely not narrow this down in any timely fashion I'm just going to link the entire Can You Hear It Album and uh Count Past 23.

Joseph Dubay is a musician I only got into like a few months ago but I really like his stuff, kinda similar vibes to what i was going for with this playlist but a lot of his songs just didnt fit the vibe so I didn't feel like adding them. That being said I am obliged to tell absolutely everyone I talk about music with to listen to Pastel Goth and 4evr so yeah.

Completely different vibe but San Fermin may be of interest to y'all! Astronaut and The Woods are the ones I listen to most from them but everything about their music just scratches the brain itch for me. Their stuff is indie rock which is kinda in the genres of the bands you mentioned!

A bit of a different suggestion but since you mentioned her liking soundtracks AZALI might be a cool youtube channel to check out! They make short songs in FL Studio and idk I'll be honest I don't listen to soundtracks or things like you mentioned in that part of your ask but I do listen to every upload AZALI makes and I think they're all pretty neat. The songs are all like a minute or two long but I like to just put them on loop when I'm writing. Truth, Violence, Warmth is my go to for writing for this specific project, but Mechanical God was how I found their channel and I'm just fond of City of Shattered Glass so there those three are my suggestions.

#phil posts #sbi asks #playlists #qsmp fictive #tallulah fictive #🔉🌠 anon #somethings might be a bit messed up wrote this while half asleep haha #if anything is messed up I'll fix it when I wake up -phil

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didasgomas · 1 year ago

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I am here again to offer funny stuff to @mustangsart .... I guess ( there was a problem before so that's why I'm posting this one all over again )

Mustang offers angst to his fans and I offer memes to him . Except that I'm not the only fan who does that and this time it's not all memes

I'll be calling the deer / Mary statue / Alt!Thatcher alternate just Deer cause it's much easier . And the one interaction with Preacher is not meant to be a prediction , this is all just for the funzies

But anyway , you're here for the funni , so yeah

Deer : Come on , it's been two days! Go kill that human! Alt!Ces : Nuh-uh! Deer : The fuck you mean "nuh-uh" ?!

Deer : Hey dude , can I get a sip of that vodka? Six : It's not vodka . Deer : Vinegar! I like your style! Six : It's orphan tears . Deer : Wot? Six : It's orphan tears , you puss-

[ Tbf if you haven't yet heard Orphan Tears 1 by Your Favorite Martian then I recommend you do . It's a very good song ]

( Now presenting : Interactions between Sus!Gabriel and his employees )

Gabe : I just need you to take out some people here and there , okay? Alt!Ces : On a date or to their deaths? Gabe : I- Just go already Alt!Ces : Okay boomer Gabe : You little-!

Gabe : Six , I have a job for you Six : Yeah boss? Gabe : I need you to be a parent Six : BITCH WHA-

Deer : Hey boss Gabe : Hmm Deer : So I've still got my attention on the blonde cop dude ; I've gotten rid of the identity crisis fucker like you asked ; and I've traumatized the tall white boy that I think he might end himself tonight Gabe : Good job Deer : Sooooo… Gabe : What? Deer : Am I one of your favourite employees now? Gabe : Haha no Deer : Awh :(

Meanwhile in the void *

Random alt 1 : Do you have an eight? Random alt 2 : No , go fish

Alt!Ces : * groan of boredom *

( Warning : Roasting Six ahead ) [ I can imagine Alt!Cesar with a british accent lol ]

Six : Pff , what are you gonna do? You're just a little hater

Alt!Ces : I'll tell you what , you fat little cunt! You're boring , you don't sound scary at all , so go fuck yourself in the dirty corner you came from , you dirty little baby-eater who puts on chapstick!

Six : … Gabe : Wow

Alt!Ces : Okay , the baby-eater part was probably a little bit overtop , but at the end of the day you're fucking boring! Every single newbie alternate who admires you are all stupid , they're ignorant , they're fat little cunts like you!

Deer : Don't listen to him , he's just jealous cause he's single- Alt!Ces : The creator doesn't even- Deer : -hated Alt!Ces : Huh? Deer : The fans both love and hate you ; me and Six are hated on all sides

Alt!Ces : I'm gonna jump! Six : No , don't jump! * Runs to get a camera * Six : Okay , jump now! Deer : Do a flip!

Alt!Ces : And then he says that … He's my friend Preacher : Oh my Gabe , I DON'T FUCKING CARE!

Hope you have enjoyed this bunch of non-sense

#hail true body au #mustang

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saythenameritwika · 3 months ago

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Okayyyy, take a seat, get some coffee/tea because there is a LOT of Boochan lore. If you're ready...

So Boochan started training under Pledis almost at the same time. They actually met at a train station in Seoul when both of them had no idea that they were gonna see each other again. They both have said that they wanted to be friends with each other back at the train station itself but didn't get the chance. But then, imagine their surprise when they figured out they were training together and would debut together? Funny, right? So Boochan are actually very similar to each other. They complete each other. But, in their words, they have some very obvious differences that cause them to "fight" but everyone knows they're not actually fighting. So Chan was a good dancer even before he joined Pledis because of his dancer parents and Seungkwan was already a good singer. So they both helped each other with what the other didn't know. Boochan's dance styles are very similar (check out their danceology together) because Chan basically taught Seungkwan how to do dance. And Chan was very insecure about his singing back during his trainee days and Seungkwan helped him gain his confidence. There's also an iconic story where Chan asked Seungkwan to recommend him an easy song to sing for a monthly evaluation and Seungkwan gave him a groovy song that was VERY deep for Chan's voice. And Chan ended up getting scolded for it 😭😭. Boochan bring that up ALL the time! They also have the most unique relationship. I absolutely hate it when they're relationship is called "love-hate" or "frenemies" or "siblings" because they're not! Their "fights" have so much underlying love in them, and they've literally said that they think they're soulmates so yeah. There's also the WAIT promotion moment. So when Chan was promoting WAIT, Seungkwan sent him a coffee truck at 4AM to support him. The truck had "my heart's favourite" written at the very top and the back had a love song's lyrics but modified to fit Boochan's relationship. There were 3 drinks, one was americanos, another one was tangerine tea and the third was some other kind of tea that Chan loves. Chan literally calls Seungkwan "coffee truck friend" sometimes because he was so touched. Seungkwan and Chan also drink together frequently and it's so adorable! There's a funny story that Jeonghan used to ask both Chan and Seungkwan to drink with him and they would both deny, saying they didn't wanna get drunk and then eventually, Jeonghan would find both of them drinking together 😭. There's also the snowfall date where Boochan get drunk, drinking wine and having deep conversations and then the next morning, go out together to see the first snowfall of South Korea. I believe Chan even used the tag Boochan/Chanboo while posting the video. But yeah, that's Boochan for ya! I love them, I think that's obvious. They're the definition of soulmates to me.

hi hi!!! a few things

1.) what can you tell me about Dino?? I'm putting together a simple guide to seventeen for my mom & I feel like I'm not fully showing Dino's greatness, so I am humbly consulting the biggest dinonara I know (you) 🙏 preferably fun facts/lovable facts since I don't think my mum is particularly interested in birthdays, zodiacs, and mbtis of the boys 😂😅

2.) I listened to Going Seventeen, Love&Letter, and You Make My Dawn, and AFJKDSJF????!?J WHY ARE THEY SO GOOD?!?!? I cannot?!??! HUG MAKES ME CRY?!?! SMILE FLOWER MAKES ME CRY?!?! FAST PACE IS SO "OLDIE BUT GOLDIE" CORE?!?! GOOD TO ME IS SUCH A BOP!??? WHY IS THE ENTIRETY OF LOVE&LETTER SUCH A HIT.

have a lovely day/night/time of day wherever you are 💖🫶

Okayyyyy, so if I'm super late I AM SO SORRY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭. I've been soooo busy lately with exams and all, so I'm really sorry. I'm so happy you keep me updated on your Carat journey, I love hearing abt it, lol 😭🩷.

1) I'm the biggest dinonara you know? 😭😭😭 I'm so HAPPYYYYYY (I have always wanted to be a dinonara representative for someone, lol 🥹). But yeah, I can tell you a lot about him, lmaooo. Okiee, one thing I really love about him is how well he adapted to Seventeen. You might know this but he's the oldest in his own family and the youngest in Seventeen. Now, being the oldest of my own family, it's really hard for the elder sibling to act cute or idk adapt to having 12 older members all of a sudden (especially because the older members are Seventeen and we all know how much they LOVE to tease Dino/Chan). But Chan adapted really well to this. He takes everything in stride and never lets it hurt his confidence and I love that about him. I also love how full of love he is. He laughs at everything, literally speaks all 5 love languages and he's just so full of love. Like, his happiness and love is literally contagious, like he has the ability to change a tense situation to a lighter and fun one by just being himself and I LOVE that about him. The most important one is probably his work ethic. Dino is a perfectionist to the core. Like, he works so fucking hard on his skills as an idol and he NEVER stops improving, it's insane. His skills have literally never stopped improving and he's grown so much since his debut and that's all because of how determined he is to do his best till the very end. I absolutely love that about him, it's so inspiring. Like he has done tours while suffering from enteritis, has worked while sick multiple times, he literally says that he can't look at himself in the mirror while dancing because all he can see are the things he needs to work on. Yes, he is extreme and I want him to understand that he is already doing his best but his attitude is so rare and that's why I love it. These are a few things, feel free to ask me for more!!

2) OMGGGG YOU LISTENED TO THE OLDER ALBUMS?! I LOVE those albums so much!! Going Seventeen (the album lmao) is a literal legend, it's so perfect. Ugh, You Make My Dawn is also amazing too! Woozi has been making masterpieces since debut I'm afraid 🥹😭. I love all the older albums omggg! (And yes Love&Letter is such a hit omgggg). Also, did you survive Good To Me and Fast Pace? Because I certainly didn't!! 😭😭 those songs are so fucking hot like OMG. And hug?! So sad and for what? 😭😭 I personally also love Don't Listen In Secret from Going Seventeen. And I love Highlight as well, that song is really beautiful! Can't wait to hear your thoughts on the rest of the albums (and the solos lmaooo you have a lot in store). Thanks for reaching out and please continue to do so (I'll reply quickly I swear 😭) 🩷🩵

#seventeen #svt #carat talk #boochan

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montysstuffs · 2 years ago

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It Will Come Back

Request: omg. could u maybe write more mean nick smut with fem reader😭 got me thinking thoughts

Warnings: name calling (slut, Bunny, angel, baby), a bit of degrading, orgasm denial. NICK IS MEAN, ONCE AGAIN! Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) Summary: Your jealous ex comes by for some “closure” after your breakup. Word Count: 1.8K

AN: I was supposed to have had this posted last night, I know. But it’s fiiiiine. Music inspires me to write so many things, so I was inspired by It Will Come Back by Hozier. I’m definitely gonna be doing more song fics, so if you have recommendations, let me knooooww! If there are a few mistakes, I also apologize about that!!! It was proofread like once, so there’s that!

Upon the arrival into your room, you are greeted with an already open window. The wind seeping through bit at your cheeks and arms. Causing a shiver to be sent up your spine.“Did you miss me baby?” You tense up as you are stunned to turn around and see a familiar figure. You hated to say it, but you actually did. Missed how familiar his cologne was to you, late nights cruising down random roads. The spontaneity of your adventures. What you don’t miss, however, is how he always seemed to get into a fight with any and everyone around him. Walking around with his chest puffed up, looking for more than a few fights.

It wasn't until he saw you under another man's arm, that he realized what he had missed. Whether he was a friend or not didn't matter. What did matter is that he couldn't deny that he wanted you.

Music filled the spaces of silence in between you both. Not knowing whether to throw him out, or ask how he got inside in the first place, you stood baffled. Tears began to well into the corners of your eyes. How could he just think he has the right back into your life after all of the hell he put you through.

Don't let me in with no

Intention to keep me

Jesus Christ' don't be kind to me

Honey, dont feed me,

i will come back

“There we are. Give us a hug. Are you done throwing your tantrum now?” There it is. That smug attitude that made you dump him in the first place.

“My tantrum?” You scoff and rolls your eyes at him. Not even having the capacity to argue with him right now.

“Yes, your tantrum,” he glanced down at your glass that you were still nursing from the hang out session. Taken aback at your freshly done nails. “Wow, you’ve got pretty hands baby. Wonder what they look like on my cock. Your new boyfriend pay for that manicure?” You scoff, once again, at the pettiness seeping from his pores. Enveloping you both in a tension that you could taste.It lingered in your lungs like smoke. You couldn’t help the crooked expression on your face. Dainty features screwed up at him in disgust and confusion, "is that what this is about? Jacob? There's nothing going on between us." You cross your arms in front of your chest, holding firm in your stance. It wasn't to keep your guard up, really. Your feet were planted in place to keep from running into his arms, like a billion times before.

“You do this all the time! You and your fucking ego think you own me. You’re so fucking annoying. It’s like-“ before you knew it, nick’s lips were on yours. A pathetic, needy whimper crept up your throat, but you couldn’t force it down. He couldn’t help himself, honestly. You looked sinfully delicious in your nightgown. He places his hand around your neck. Not coming to a full grip, but just resting it there. His other hand, rubbing the fabric of the gown between his index finger and thumb. He lead you backwards onto your soft bed.

It can't be unlearned

I've known the warmth of your doorways

Through the cold,

I'll find my way back to you

“Just wanna make you feel good, Angel,” there is something ominous about the way that pet name drips from his tongue. A benevolence as he hungrily eyes you. Large, calloused hands pressed into your thighs. Slowly feeling up your soft skin. You let out a whimper. A thin layer of sweat had built up, coating your brow as his weight dipped into the bed. Your thighs clenched together involuntarily once you felt like he was a bit too close to your clothed pussy. The bed never made a sound under him as he leaned closer. This time, placing a chaste kiss onto your lips. Those pretty, shiny lips that he wants to see all over him. Wants to see the lipstick print all over his chest and stomach.

“Please,” you stuttered under your breath. His face, mere inches from yours. No point in being nervous now. Those same hands that had made you come undone many a time before were doing what they do best. Gripping and pulling on your lace panties. Effectively pulling them past your thighs and stashing them away in his varsity jacket. You choke out a satisfied purr at at the silky soft sensation of your plush pillows under your head.

His nimble fingers expertly found your aching and neglected clit. He hums, satisfied with how slick your folds were for him. Your delectable scent practically spelling out your perverse thoughts to him.

I warn you, baby, each night,

as sure as you're born

You'll hear me howling outside your door

"Wanna say that again, baby?” He heard you quite loud and clear the first time, but this is a game for him. To see how well he can push you to your limit. He can see now that he wants to do any and everything in his power to make you beg for him.

Your mouth was only slightly agape, but no words escape past your lips.The stretch was excruciatingly delightful. Coaxing a gasp from your lipstick smeared lips. You can feel the tense bundle of nerves in the pit of your stomach, unfurling like the tips of flames. And you know he feels it too by the broad smirk he gives you. Slowing down the pace of his fingers significantly. You shoot him an annoyed scowl, “w-why’d you slow down.” You whine in a plaintive voice, pouting at him. “Can’t let you get off that easily, bunny,” he murmurs in a husky tone. “Rude,” you moan softly. Leaning up, so that your breath fans his neck and ear.

Lazily pumping his cock, he scanned your body. Both of your clothing discarded a little while ago. You groan at him in anticipation. Causing Nick to chuckle and shake his head at you, “patience. I know you can’t control yourself from being a slut, but I’m sure you can wait a moment, yes? You nod vigorously at him. His fat, mushroom tip leaking right above your soft mound.

He sinks himself into you with a bit of struggle. It had been too long since he had been with you. It took everything in him not to cum right then and there. But whats the fun in that? You were a panting, whimpering mess. Nick is cruel with the pace he sets. With his cock buried to the hilt, he pushes your legs back so your thighs are up to your chest. Such a pretty sight for him. His hands were splayed across the fat of your thighs as he quickens his pace. A thought shoots across your mind. Everyone was still downstairs, “m-maybe we should be quieter.”

“Did i ask you your opinion, bunny? No I didn’t.”

His eyes darkened as he watches you shake under him. “Now, you may speak. Y’ever let anyone fuck you like this before?” You can’t even give him a proper answer. Only whimpers and pants coming from his pretty girl. His fingers interlock with yours. He puts them over your head, his strokes becoming more meticulous. Slow and calculated, but still just as strong. You feel a shudder travel up your spine and involuntarily roll your hips against his. Causing him to groan under his breath. He places a teasing kiss along your neck.

“Have I fucked you dumb? Can’t talk to me baby? Let me hear your pretty voice,” he smirks down at you. His pace is relentless. No wonder you don’t have a single thought. He’s got your knees pulled up into your chest and in a mating press. He wants to get a deep as possible into you as he can. Successfully shaping your insides to fit only him.

“When I ask you a question, I expect a fucking answer," he shines a toothy grin at you, "But not too loud, right? Don’t want him to hear his little angel getting railed like this right? Don’t want him to know that you’re my personal pocket pussy."

You responded, your mouth dry and hoarse. The answer coming out louder that he had expected. Let him hear how much you needed and missed him. He lands a harsh smack on your ass. Causing you to wail again in shameless pleasure. “Like that, baby? You like when i’m rough with you? Jacob not treating you right?”

“J-Just friends.”

“J-Just friends,” he repeats at you in a mocking tone, “-again, unwanted opinion. But you can’t tell me who fucks you this good? We both know you don’t wanna be treated like a fragile princess.” His voice is husky in your ear as he reaches between the both of you, finding your aching clit. You let out another wanton moan as he rubs in small circles, pulling you closer and closer to your orgasm. His thrusts become more sporadic every passing second. His blown out pupils watching as your breasts jiggled and bounced. Acting on first instinct, he takes your nipple into his mouth. You cry out, throwing your head back sharply, squeezing his length as you soak his cock. He groans and follows soon behind at the added tightness of your orgasm. Hot ropes of cum painting your velvet insides. Covering ever crevice in his essence. His thrusts become lazier and lazier until he softens. Leaning down to kiss you again.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you.”

He rolls over onto his side, pulling you close against him, “atta girl. I also know that you’re just friends. I was just-” his train of thought leaves him as he searches for a correct word.

“Jealous-” you complete the sentence for him. Ultimately completing him as a whole. He chuckles at your response, “yeah, jealous.” If he’s gonna fuck you like this, maybe you should break up more often. After all, he’ll always come back.

#nick furcillo x reader #nick furcillo smut #smut #the quarry imagines #the quarry smut #the quarry #nick furcillo #fem reader #Lemon #jacob custos #imagines #Nick furcillo imagines #song fic #hozier #cis female #Nick furcillo x reader smut #black reader #Nick furcillo x black reader

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6ixkio · 3 years ago

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the tease - jujutsu kaizen

synopsis : gojo refuses to give pretty boy y/n a kiss 😹 this is more gn!reader but made with male!reader intent

cw : none ? just fluff .. ?

characters : gojo satoru , the fucking circus

note : yes this is proofread bc i'm smooth like that- but why does the shuffle button know JUST what to play for when i'm writing ?? might make a youtube channel just to make mini playlist for scenarios like nimbus ! they're cool

fucking.. asshole. yeah. sounds about right. that’s exactly what he is.

you stood on your boyfriend's porch, hoping he would finally let his guard down. the comfortable grip he had on your waist while your hands sat on his shoulder just made you want to lean into him. yet, each time you did, you wanted to wrap those same hands of yours around his neck. he made you feel like you were high and just so in love at the same time. the perfect feeling, like a brent faiyaz song. there were only a few times he would let you stare into his eyes, so you did nothing but appreciate it when you got the chance. you looked at his ocean blues, his gaze filling your throat with honey. all you wanted to do was tell him how much you loved him, no matter how fruity it would sound. his touch invoked a strong, warm emotion in your chest. he made you feel the type of way that makes anime characters eyes go dozy while your pupils turned into hearts. "could you fucking stop ?" he chuckled at your annoyance, but you just wanted to go inside already. you leaned in again to kiss him, but like clockwork he refused to let your lips link. each lean resulted in a pull back, nudge, or jerk to the side. every attempt made his shit-eating grin grow wider and wider. how you hadn't slapped him or stomped off was beyond the both of you. well, let's be honest- you wanted it so bad. you just wanted to kiss your boyfriend once he dropped you off at home after your date. the strong, warm emotion in your chest went up to your throat as your patience grew thin with him. why does he have to make it so hard for you to love him ? he'll never stop, he probably can't. the sound of your feet dragging against the floor slightly tickled your ears as you inched closer to him. one last time.. once again, he yanked his face away from you. chuckling again at your pitiful attempts to actually kiss him. you were just about ready to give up. your face went pale and rid itself of any emotion, not entertained by the shit he was just eating up. his mischievous grin lightened a little as he bent down an inch to place a kiss- except, he fucking didn't. you went to lean into his lips, but he snapped back away from you. your eyebrows furrowed while images of you kicking him the balls flashed through your eyes. your death glare caused him to tense up a little, but don't get me wrong, he was very amused by the reaction he was getting. you plunged the tips of your fingers into his shoulders as you became more and more fed up, rewarding you with a sharp wince jumping from gojo's lips. this couldn't go on much longer, he knew it. "fine." the words immediately brightened up your face, eyes growing wide along with the light, yet strong smile on your face. you stared into his eyes, it feeling like months going by as he slowly leaned towards you. the hands on your hips lightened their grip as they slithered down to your ass. but now this time, you were the one pulling away. before he could fully kiss you, you took a big step back, naturally making him freeze in his place- lips puckered. he slunked down, bringing his hands down to his sides, bratty pout apparent. "you couldn't kiss me, but you think i'mma let you touch my ass?" you stepped back up to him, pecking his lips quickly, just to turn around and make your way to your car. finally.

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#gojo x male reader #gojou satoru x you #gojo satoru #jjk fluff #fanfic #fem aligned dni #gojou satoru x male reader #male reader #male reader blog #jjk x poc!reader #jjk x male reader #gojo satoru x male reader

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koushou · 3 years ago

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i love it smmmm omg. the megumi fix is amazing it’s more than i asked for ❤️❤️ bro 6,9k is a blessing you don’t understand how glad it made me it’s so worth the wait. tumblr is so dry when it comes to anime fics and especially w megumi thank you for feeding me something other than the crumbs this website gives me. i don’t want to be too annoying but whenever you’re free if you could do a pt 2 cause that ending omg. i love it sm and i can’t thank you enough ❤️

pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]

warnings : slight makeout scene idk HAHA nothing too intense though (also not proofread because i wanted to get this posted as soon as i finished it)

wc : 3.5k

a/n : ur too sweet omg and im FINALLY back from procrastinating your request again anon… (i really apologize i don’t mean to take so long pls forgive me D: ) i hope this is what you wanted!!

pt. 1 (you don’t really have to read pt 1 to understand this part but i do recommend it)

loud chatter echoes through the large modern dining hall located on the second floor of the hotel.

“i’m… so full…” a certain pink haired male burps for the nth time as he still continues to stuff food into his mouth. gojo laughs at itadori’s passion for the hotel food, while doing the same as he takes a large bite of a pancake.

you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and leaning back in your cushioned chair, already finished with your 3rd plate of breakfast. i mean, who could blame you? hotel breakfast food just hits a different type of way.

“so, spill all the juicy events that happened last night, i wanna know!” nobara nudges you excitedly, her eyes twinkling as she pulls her chair closer to yours.

rolling your eyes, you look away from the ginger female and pretend to not have heard her. accidentally, you were now faced towards megumi, sitting on the opposite side of you. your eyes met for a brief moment before you quickly turned away, breaking the awkward interaction.

“aww— c’mon, y/n! please—“

“nothing happened at all! and don’t think i forgot the way you ignored my knocks on your door yesterday,” you shot her a glare, earning a sheepish laugh in return.

“but... in the same bed..?”

you were about to retort back when gojo stands up and claps his hand over his stomach, which now seemed just… a few sizes bigger.

“alright! have we all finished our food? god, when did hotel food get so good— anyway, it’s time to pack our things and head back home!” your constantly enthusiastic teacher exclaims, as a waiter comes to collect your plates.

after thanking the waiter and paying the bill (poor gojo-sensei’s wallet), you all head back upstairs to drive back home.

a thick silence hangs over your room as you and megumi collect your items, not wanting to bring up any events from last night. finally ready to head out, you walk towards the door to open it until another hand reaches the handle at the same time.

you retract your hand quickly, while the other hand lingers in the air above the knob.

“oh— sorry, you can go first!” you gulp, backing up a bit so megumi can exit first.

he pauses for a second, twisting the knob until the door pulls open. you expected him to walk out, but he makes his way to the other side of you instead, still holding the door open.

you look over at him with a questioning look, receiving a slight shrug and a hint of a smirk.

“ladies first.”

why was his stupid face so handsome?

you shook your head at his teasing expression, making your way out the door to the carpeted hallway, him following close behind.

the others were already at the lobby waiting, their conversation becoming clearer as you reach them.

“what’s taking them both so long? you don’t think they’re too busy… y’know…” nobara’s usual cheerful voice carries her words to your ears, making you roll your eyes and spook her from being.

“boo.”

“i’m just sayin- oh my go—“ she frantically turns around, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing it was just you.

“you scared me!”

“what were we talking about?”

“nothing important! come on, we should get going!” nobara nudges gojo and itadori ahead, escaping you as she scurries out of the lobby.

you hear a yawn from behind you, a tuft of black hair moving past you as you suppress the urge to laugh at megumi’s already messy hairstyle, amplified by his morning bed hair.

finally, you were all seated back in gojo’s car, ready to drive back to the school so you all can head back to your own homes.

the ride back was full of gojo’s irritating voice singing along to songs playing from the car radio, itadori laughing along, and the rest of you too excited to leave the car.

“alright kids! we’re here, make sure to be safe on the way back home!”

gojo waves to all of you as you hop out of his car one by one, basking in the cool summer air for a few seconds.

“see you guys!”

itadori jogs away, heading in the direction of his own home, followed by megumi, then nobara, and lastly, you.

upon reaching your house, your mother welcomes you, asking about your day, if you had fun, and other typical mother questions.

you were telling her about your day when you suddenly recalled the hotel night events, and scurried away embarrassed upstairs to your room, leaving a very confused mom behind.

you flop down onto the bed, face down, wanting to get a good few minutes of quiet nap time in before your phone dings with a notification.

grunting, you pull your phone out from your pocket, swiping across the screen to check the message.

surprisingly, it was from megumi, eyebrows suspiciously raising as you open the text message from him. you two rarely texted unless it was about school or business-related, so you couldn’t think of anything he would need from you right now.

megumi : Hey.

megumi : I have your hair tie with me. You probably left it in my bag or something.

megumi : I’m coming over in 5 minutes.

you sat up abruptly, rereading his messages to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

you had been so caught up with his prior messages that you failed to register that he said he was going to be at your house in… 5 minutes.

hurriedly, you swiped to see what time he had sent that last message. 12:34 AM.

your eyes moved to the top of your phone screen, reading the current time. 12:37 AM.

almost falling out of bed scrambling to your room mirror, you checked your appearance to make sure you looked fine and your hair wasn’t messy and-

you paused.

“why am i so concerned about how i look? why do i care about this?”

you slapped your face with both hands, bringing yourself back to reality when you were interrupted again, but this time by your doorbell ringing from downstairs.

making your way out of your room, you saw that your mom had already opened the door with a familiar tall figure standing in the doorway.

“oh! megumi, it’s been a while!” your mom lets megumi in with a smile, already going to the kitchen to make him some tea.

he bows politely, sitting down on the couch, now changed into a loose white t-shirt with black shorts.

“uh- theres no need to make me tea, i won’t be here for too long—“

“nonsense! you can even stay for lunch, dear megumi! i just have to prepare the last dish and—“

you finally clear your throat, standing at the middle of the stairs, catching both of their attention.

“oh, y/n! i have to go out to the grocery store for some ingredients, take care of our guest megumi, alright?” she places two cups of tea on the table in front of megumi, grabbing her keys to head out.

“wait, mom—“

she sends you a wink by the door, already outside before you can finish your sentence.

you sigh in defeat, sitting across from megumi on the other couch.

“here.”

megumi pulls out a black hair tie from his pocket, almost identical to the one currently around your wrist.

you raise your eyebrows in suspicion at the hair tie. “but i only have one? and i didn’t bring any extra yesterday..?” you motion to your own arm.

he looks back and forth between your wrist and the one he had in his hand, scratching his head in confusion.

“it was in our hotel room, so i assumed it was yours.” he shrugs, placing it on the table. “but if it isn’t, i can just throw it away.”

you hum, taking a sip of the tea your mom prepared as he does the same, cringing as the still hot tea burns his tongue.

“pfft…”

he glares at you, placing the cup down as his eyes scan around your living room, taking in the decorations.

“i’ll just keep it then, it seems new.” you take the forgotten hair tie on the table, and wear it around your wrist, now decorated with two black hair ties.

he nods, sitting back against the couch, silence falling between you both.

a question suddenly popped up in your mind, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“you came all the way here… just to give me a hair tie?”

the question seems to set him a little nervous, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact as he fidgets in his seat.

“well— i figured i’d return it to you before i forgot,” he shrugs, reaching out to take another sip of his tea before pulling back quickly again at the heat.

you nod slowly, still unconvinced with his answer. who goes all the way to someone’s house to return a hair tie?

“okay then, see you on monday?” you get up, ready to send him back off.

his head snaps up, still not moving in his seat as he opens his mouth slowly, as if unsure of how to respond.

“um- i thought your mom said i could stay…for lunch…?”

he averts his eyes, pink dusting his pale cheeks as he looks away. your mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as you recall your mom’s words and those were - in fact what she had said.

it wasn’t that you were against him staying for lunch, but you two weren’t even friends or remotely close at that. rivals would even suit you both better than friends.

“but if you want i can, uh, leave now,” he starts to stand, looking uncomfortable in his position across from you.

it was then that you remembered megumi’s background, that his mother had left early at birth, plus his father wasn’t exactly present.

you couldn’t imagine living without your parents, and how lonely he must be without true family.

“no! i mean, that’s not what i meant, you can stay.” you sputter out before he gets the wrong idea.

his eyes seem to light up at your words, nodding before sitting back down on his previous spot on the couch.

you glance over at the time on your phone, it had been around 7 minutes after your mom had left.

the tension was thick in the room, and just when you thought you were about to explode from the awkwardness, he finally breaks the silence.

“do you… play that?”

you turn to where his eyes are placed on, seeing your black xbox console laying on top of a cabinet, having been untouched for a while.

“oh that? yeah, occasionally, why?”

you hear a snicker from beside you, snapping your head to find his lips curled into a teasing grin.

“oh, i just didn’t think a nerd like you would play games.”

you raise your eyebrows at his words. “you sure about that? it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at games either, megumi.” you make sure to stretch out each three syllables of his name to tease him further.

he huffs while leaning back, still maintaining intense eye contact with you, almost challenging each other to say something back.

“how about this, whoever wins against the other gets to make them do whatever they want. no matter what it is.” he nods over to the console, tilting his head as he waits for your response.

you chuckle, standing up to take the console, fiddling with it for a moment before turning back to him.

“alright, just don’t cry when you lose too much, okay?”

he shrugs, smirking as he looks around the living room for the other console, making you remember something.

“oh, the other console plus a TV is in my room, wanna just play there?”

he stiffens suddenly, before nodding slowly and following you upstairs to your room.

reaching the door, you suddenly stop, making megumi grunt and come to a stop, almost crashing into you.

“uh - wait here.”

you open the door just enough to slip inside, quickly gathering some of your belongings and cleaning as much as you could, to at least make your room seem presentable.

“okay!” you open the door for megumi, who makes no move to enter at first.

“...”

“you can come in.”

“... is this okay?”

you cock your head, not understanding his question.

“your mom isn’t home.”

“...so?”

“we’re alone.”

“and?”

“i’m… going into your room.”

“what is your point?” you began to grow frustrated at this conversation. then, it hit you all of a sudden.

“ahh, megumi? have you never been in a girl’s room alone before?” you snicker, shaking your head from laughter.

he starts to protest, before quickly closing his mouth and finally entering your room.

you connect the two consoles into your TV in your room, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you load up the games on the screen.

“you can sit here if you want,” you pat the empty spot next to you, to which he carefully sits down on, taking one console from your hand.

“ready?”

he nods, as you start the game.

-- --

“what--?!”

you throw your hands up in frustration, groaning as you flop backwards on the bed.

“i told you, you can’t beat me.” megumi chuckles, dodging a stuffed bear you threw in his direction.

you huffed, sitting back up, determined to beat him at least once.

“one last rematch!”

he lets out a laugh, a rare one that you think you might just never forget, and starts the game again.

after a few minutes of intense clicking, yelling and laughing, you let out a proud shout, the word victory flashing across your screen.

you pick up another stuffed animal from your bed and toss it straight at megumi’s face, celebrating as he lets out an ‘oof’ and glare back at you.

“but i still won around, 7 times, so i get to make you do something- oof-” he stumbles back again from another stuffed animal to the face.

“hmm? i don’t know what you’re talking about--” you pretend to not have heard him before your vision goes momentarily black from a soft object hitting your face, a pink bear landing in your lap.

“hey!”

“what, you keep throwing them at me!”

“fine…”

“hey, why are you getting so close--!”

you tackle megumi backwards onto the bed, throwing your pillows at his face -- not very gently -- as he tries to shield his arms in vain.

“ahh—! okay, okay, i’m sorry, stop it—“ he huffs as you finally stops your attack, his dark blue orbs looking up into yours.

you only now noticed your close proximity, quickly sitting back up to create some distance between the both of you. he clears his throat, fiddling with one of your pillows.

“well, a loss is a loss, what do i have to do?” you sigh, admitting your defeat.

“hmm…” he seems to be lost in deep thought, probably trying to find the worst thing he can make you do.

after a few silent, intense seconds, he finally speaks.

“are you… free tomorrow?”

you turn to him, giving him a questioning look at his strange question. he only stares back at you in response, awaiting your answer.

“um… yeah, i’m free the whole day, why do you as-“

“come watch a movie with me tomorrow.” he blurts out quickly, not even letting you finish your sentence.

you gape at him, still processing his words, unsure if you had heard wrong.

“... sorry?”

his face was reddenning by the second, yet his eyes remained firmly on yours the whole time.

“let’s go watch the new movie in the theater. i heard it’s quite popular already despite releasing only last week.”

“oh… okay, i can ask nobara if she wants to com-“

“don’t!” he says a little too loudly, clearing his throat after as he regains his composure.

“i mean, i- just, you.”

“just.. us?”

he nods.

silence fell again between the two of you, unsure if he was asking you what you thought he was asking you. you decide to test the waters cautiously.

“man.. it’s almost like you’re asking me out on a date, megumi?” you tease lightly, expecting a ‘tch’ or an, ‘as if’.

“so what if i am?”

now that was an answer you weren’t expecting.

“you’re.. joking, right?”

megumi sighs, moving closer until his body was mere centimeters away from yours.

“i’m serious.”

“do you... like me or something?”

he stares at you blankly. “would i ask you on a date if i didn’t have feelings for you, idiot?”

you only just realize how stupid your question sounded, trying to find a response until he reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand.

they felt soft, yet slightly gruff from constant training and fighting, large enough to cover one half of your face. they were warm, slightly trembling probably from nervousness, yet made you wish he’d never take it off.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to. we can forget this ever happened.” his own cheeks turning slightly pink, yours probably even worse as the space between your faces closed in slowly.

“but i don't think i can do this anymore, so just let me be a little selfish this once, okay?”

barely registering his words before he moves in to kiss you, soft lips moving against the other as his hand tightens against the side of your cheek. you barely register your own actions anymore, hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair, moving down to his neck, and finally finding home cupped around his face.

he groans against your lips, pressing you down until he was now hovering above you, never breaking the kiss even once in the process. you lost track of how long you both had been making out in your bed before you hear the front door open from downstairs.

frantically, the both of you separated in fear of your mom catching you in the act, catching your breaths while still processing what just happened.

you hear shuffling from downstairs, standing up to escape megumi before you were pulled back into a warm chest.

“wait—“ his arms wrap around you to trap you from leaving his grasp, your eyes looking everywhere but his, and suddenly your wall was the most interesting thing in sight.

“are we… really going to pretend that didn’t happen?” you finally gather the courage to look him in the face, almost melting at the soft pout set on his (now slightly redder than before) lips.

“ilikeyoutoo.” you get out quickly before you lose the chance to say it again.

he stiffens against you, eyes lighting up almost like an excited puppy receiving treats. “you like me? i didn’t hear you, so can you say it again?”

you huff, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, only resulting in him pulling you closer to sit on his lap. he presses his forehead to yours, chuckling at your futile attempt to escape.

“i said— i like you—!” you ram your head into his, making him groan in pain, loosening his hold on you. the perfect chance for escape.

you saw the opportunity, dashing to the door, twisting the knob, almost getting it open until—

“nope,” megumi’s hand stops the door in time, instead twisting you around until your back was now flat against the wood, both of his palms placed beside your head.

“y/n? megumi?” your mom’s voice calls from downstairs, but all you could hear was your heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.

“megumi! move, my mom’s home,” you place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away to no avail.

he grabs your pushing hand and places it on the left side of his chest, letting you feel the soft but fast thumping of his heart, almost matching the pace of your own.

“this is all your fault. you’re not gonna take responsibility for it?” he inches closer to your burning face, making you huff and grab his face.

you press your lips to his, feeling him immediately return the kiss, but you pull away after a few seconds, leaving him still trying to kiss you again.

“nope, my mom’s home, and i’m hungry.”

you open the door, seeing your mom begin to set the table with plates of food downstairs. you look back at megumi, who still looked sad after getting his kiss cut short.

sighing, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together before pulling him down the stairs.

“come on, it’s time for lunch. you’ll get more later.”

you feel him perk up, giving your hand a squeeze as he follows close behind.

you steal a glance at your wrist, still wearing both the hair ties. good thing he hadn’t noticed you stuffing one into his bag this morning.

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