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[areislol]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsunday as your boyfriend

pairings. sunday x gn! reader

warnings. fluff

a/n. i love my little birdy chicken wing boy

wc. 3.3k

sunday as your boyfriend would be.. supportive and thoughtful.

— remembers the little things. sunday always notices small details about you: your favorite drink, the way you like your books arranged, or the specific way you fidget when stressed. he uses this knowledge to surprise you in subtle, meaningful ways.

— if you mention something offhand, like a snack you miss or a place you want to visit, he’ll remember and make it happen later when you least expect it.

— quiet reassurances. he’s not overly vocal, but his presence is grounding. during tough times, sunday doesn’t overwhelm you with words but instead offers steady eye contact and calm affirmations, letting you know he’s there for you.

— when you’re anxious or upset, he doesn’t push for explanations. instead, he’ll quietly stay by your side, creating a safe space for you to process your emotions.

— acts of service!!!! sunday’s thoughtfulness shines in how he anticipates your needs before you even voice them. whether it’s bringing you a blanket on a cold night or fixing something in your room, his actions speak volumes.

— he never makes a big deal out of it, either. he’ll just shrug and say, “it was no trouble.”

— he PRIORITIZES!!! your comfort!!! if you’re having a bad day, sunday ensures you’re as comfortable as possible, whether that’s adjusting his schedule to spend more time with you or simply making you your favorite meal. he’s the kind of person to silently swap seats with you in a crowded space if he senses you’re uncomfortable without making it obvious.

— the type to give you gentle encouragement. when you’re feeling unmotivated or down, sunday knows how to nudge you forward. his words are never pushy but always tailored to remind you of your strengths and capabilities.

— he respects your pace, understanding that sometimes, all you need is someone to believe in you until you’re ready to believe in yourself.

— he enjoys surprising you, but in ways that are never overwhelming. maybe it’s a handwritten note left on your desk or a playlist he made for you. these surprises always feel personal, as if they were crafted solely with you in mind.

— sunday is protective but subtle. he never smothers you or undermines your independence. instead, he ensures your safety and comfort in ways you might not even notice until later. for instance, he might quietly assess a situation to ensure it’s safe for you or offer to accompany you somewhere without making it seem like he’s worried.

— values your opinions and feelings. SO HEAVY ON THIS.

— sunday always makes sure you feel heard. he listens intently, never brushing aside your concerns, and often surprises you with how much he remembers from past conversations. even in disagreements, he approaches the situation calmly, prioritizing understanding over being right.

— he’s your calm in the storm, bringing stability to chaotic moments. his composed nature makes you feel like no challenge is insurmountable. sunday also respects your need for independence, stepping back when necessary but remaining a steady presence in the background.

— the small thoughtful gestures in your daily life :( if he notices you’re overworking, he’ll gently remind you to take a break or place a cup of tea by your side with a gentle kiss to your temple.

— he learns your routines and preferences, making adjustments to his own schedule to align with yours when possible.

— encourages your growth!!!!! sunday always supports your dreams and goals, often offering practical advice or quiet encouragement to help you achieve them. he never tries to overshadow or control your ambitions, instead acting as a partner who wants to see you flourish.

— QUITE LITERALLY YOUR NUMBER ONE SUPPORTER!!!! the type to hold up a huge sign that says "[NAME]'S NUMBER ONE FAN!!!!!" with headbangs, bracelets, necklaces, bags, keychains and merch of YOU plastered all over him and that darn sparkle in his eye.

— the king of respecting boundaries. he’s incredibly respectful of your personal space and emotions, never pushing you to share more than you’re ready to. sunday’s patience ensures that your relationship grows at a pace that feels comfortable for both of you.

—

you slumped into the couch, the weight of a long day pressing on your shoulders. before you could fully sink into your thoughts, Sunday appeared in the doorway, holding a tray with two steaming mugs of tea.

“chamomile, to help you relax,” he said, his voice soft as he placed the tray on the coffee table. his movements were graceful, deliberate, as if this small act of kindness carried the same weight as any major battle he faced.

you blinked up at him, surprised by the gesture. “how did you know i needed this?”

his lips quirked in a faint smile. “i pay attention.”

he settled beside you, handing you the mug. the warmth seeped into your hands, and a quiet sense of peace washed over you. sunday didn’t push you to talk or explain—he simply stayed there, his calm presence soothing you more than any words could.

sunday as your boyfriend would be subtle in his own little romantic ways.

— quiet love letters. QUIET LOVE LETTERS!!!!

— sunday isn’t one for grand declarations, but he writes letters that reveal the depth of his feelings. he leaves them in places you’ll find unexpectedly, like inside a book you’re reading or your bag before a big day. the words are poetic yet simple, and you adore them so much (which basically gives him the motivation to continue)

— enjoys giving personalized gifts. every gift he gives feels uniquely tailored to you. he remembers small details, like a song you said you liked months ago or a piece of jewelry that matches your favorite outfit, and surprises you with them.

— he once gave you a scarf he’d chosen because it reminded him of your favorite color or the warmth of your laugh.

— sunday loves to take you to quiet, beautiful places—a secluded garden, a scenic overlook, or a tranquil café. these moments aren’t extravagant but feel intimate, allowing you to share time together away from the world.

— he plans these outings based on your mood, sensing when you need to recharge or celebrate something special.

— definitely the type to make you playlists, he expresses himself through music, crafting playlists that reflect his feelings for you. each song holds a memory or emotion he associates with your time together.

— when you’re apart, he sends you these playlists, saying, “this reminded me of you.”

— forehead kisses!!!! one of his signature gestures. sunday believes there’s something deeply personal and tender about a forehead kiss. it’s his way of grounding you, showing his affection without words.

— he often does this absentmindedly while walking past you or as you’re falling asleep beside him.

— celebrating milestones subtly instead of grand parties, sunday marks milestones with quiet dinners, heartfelt toasts, and small tokens to commemorate the occasion. he focuses on the meaning behind the moment rather than the spectacle.

— sunday loves sharing his favorite books, songs, or stories with you, not because he wants you to love them too but because they’re part of who he is. he’ll read passages aloud to you, his voice calm and soothing, and ask, “what do you think?”

— silent but loving gestures. (OUUU he always has a smile on his face whenever staring at your cute face) he’ll fix your scarf when it’s slipping or pull you closer when the wind picks up, all without saying a word. these actions speak volumes about his care and attentiveness.

— if you’re working late, he’ll leave a cup of tea and a snack by your side before retreating to give you space.

— when you’re upset, he doesn’t try to fix everything. instead, he holds you, his arms steady and warm, whispering soft reassurances like, “it’s okay, i’m here.”

— he lets you cry or vent as much as you need, never rushing you or downplaying your feelings.

— (symbolic) tokens!! sunday has a habit of giving you small items that carry meaning—like a pressed flower he picked during one of your walks or a smooth stone from a beach you visited together.

— these items become cherished keepsakes, reminding you of the memories you’ve shared.

— sunday is very affectionate, only to you though. his hugs are firm and grounding, as if he’s shielding you from the world while sharing his quiet strength. also likes tracing circles on your hand when you’re holding his or brushing a stray hair behind your ear.

— i forgot to mention but you're the ONLY person he'll let touch his wings other than his sister, to him his wings are very much apart of him and they are sensitive, so him letting you touch them says so much. (he likes the way your fingers trace the soft curve of each figure so yes, please continue)

— trust me when i say this but he makes you feel SEEN. he’ll surprise you by recounting things you’ve said long ago, proving how closely he listens. if you doubt yourself, sunday reminds you of your strengths in his understated way: “you’ve done it before. you’ll do it again.”

—

the crowd was suffocating, bodies pressing together as the cold air bit at your cheeks. you shivered, trying to navigate the bustling space without losing your balance. it was one of those winter nights where even the stars seemed to hide, and the faint warmth of streetlights offered little comfort against the chill.

without a word, sunday’s hand found yours, his grip firm but gentle. before you could ask what he was doing, he pulled you closer—so close that your shoulder brushed his side. his long coat shielded you partially from the wind, but it was the solid warmth of him that truly made the cold feel less cruel.

“stay close,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, just for you to hear. his free hand rested lightly against your back, guiding you as the two of you weaved through the crowd.

it wasn’t just practical; it was protective, almost instinctive. sunday’s tall frame blocked the harsh gusts of wind and the jostling strangers. every now and then, his golden eyes darted to you, checking to see if you were okay.

when you shivered again, he tugged you even closer, his hip brushing against yours as he adjusted his coat to drape over your shoulders. the faintest smile played at his lips. “better?”

you nodded, your cheeks warming despite the freezing temperature. “much better.”

he said nothing more, but the way he stayed so close, the way his hand never left yours, spoke volumes. in the chaos of the cold, crowded world, sunday made you feel like you were the only one who mattered.

—

sunday as your boyfriend loves spending quality time with you.

— spending quality time with sunday feels like an oasis of calm in a chaotic world.

— he doesn’t need to fill the silence with words to make you feel cherished. whether it’s lying side by side on the couch reading, or watching the night sky, he’s content just being near you. his company is enough to make you feel like time slows down, as if the world outside doesn’t matter.

— he enjoys low-key activities that allow you to connect in a way that feels effortless. maybe it’s cooking together, where he takes the lead but is always careful to make sure you’re involved in the process, whether it's chopping vegetables or stirring a sauce.

— shared hobbies!!!!!!! sunday is someone who loves learning about your interests, even if they’re completely different from his own. he sits with you as you sketch or watch your favorite movies, asking thoughtful questions and genuinely wanting to know what excites you about it. his curiosity about you makes even the simplest activities feel special.

— great at supporting you silently (if.. that makes sense), sometimes, quality time doesn’t require a lot of talking. sunday’s presence alone provides comfort. whether you’re working on a project or simply relaxing, he’s content being near you, offering a soft, reassuring smile when you look up. he’s always the first to notice if you're stressed, offering a hand to hold or a shoulder to lean on without making a fuss about it.

— loves doing the little things together as he takes joy in the mundane. running errands becomes an adventure when he’s by your side. stopping by a local café becomes a mini date, and even grocery shopping feels more like an intimate exchange. there’s a quiet magic in the way he makes ordinary moments feel like a treasure.

— you could literally be sitting in silence, reading a book while zoning out with sunday beside you. sunday? oh, he's just watching you aimlessly, eyes locked onto you HARD. he doesn't mind being in silence with you, just as long as you're around he'll be better than ever.

— whether it’s through shared silence or quiet conversation, sunday makes sure that every minute together feels treasured. he cherishes time spent with you because, for him, those moments are what truly matter.

—

you were curled up on the couch, lost in a book. the soft rustling of pages filled the quiet room, the only sound between you and sunday, who sat beside you with an unread book in his hands. but his focus wasn’t on the pages in front of him. no, his gaze was fixed on you.

he admired the way the light from the window caught in your hair, making it shine with a soft glow. the way your fingers turned each page with such care, as though the book was something sacred. every now and then, you would bite your lip in concentration, or softly hum a tune you barely noticed, and sunday found himself completely enchanted by these small, quiet moments.

his golden eyes softened as he watched you, his heart swelling with an affection that took him by surprise. there was something about the way you immersed yourself in the world of the book that made him feel both in awe and utterly in love.

you glanced up, catching him staring at you. “something on my face?” you asked, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

sunday blinked, the spell momentarily broken. his cheeks flushed, but his smile remained gentle and warm. “nothing,” he said, his voice soft. “just thinking how… beautiful you look, lost in your world.”

you tilted your head, amused by the sudden honesty in his words. “you’re staring at me like you’re watching something magical.”

he chuckled quietly, his gaze returning to you with a tenderness that spoke more than words ever could. “you are,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

the moment passed, but you couldn’t help but notice the way his hand, so subtly, found yours. it was his quiet way of showing that even in these small, peaceful moments, he was entirely devoted to you.

and in that moment, you realized that the most magical thing wasn’t the book, or the quiet room—it was the way sunday looked at you, as though you were everything he ever needed.

—

sunday as your boyfriend absolutely loves recieving and giving affection.

— sunday and his subtle affection... sigh.

— sunday loves affection, though he expresses it in the quietest of ways. he isn’t one for grand gestures, but his affection is felt in the small, tender moments he shares with you. here's how sunday enjoys giving and receiving affection:

— since sunday isn't so big on pda, gentle touches is the way to go!!! sunday's affection is often shown through touch, though he never forces it. when you’re close, his fingers might brush against yours, or he’ll softly press his palm to your back when you’re walking together. it’s subtle, but the warmth he offers in those touches is undeniable.

— can we appreciate the art of quiet presence?? the way he often shows his love by simply being there, his presence a steady comfort. when you’re upset or stressed, he won’t rush to fix things but will instead sit beside you, his body leaning just a little closer, as though the closeness itself is enough to soothe you (which, it is).

— sunday’s affection is often expressed through the little things. maybe it’s making you tea because he knows you’re tired, or handing you a blanket when he notices you shivering, all without a word. it’s never about what he does, but the thoughtfulness behind it.

— the way he listens. everybody LISTEN UP!! when you talk, sunday listens—not just to your words, but to the way you say them. he remembers the smallest details, and when he surprises you by bringing up something you mentioned months ago, you feel the love in his attentive listening.

— expressing through his eyes. sometimes, he doesn’t need to speak to show his affection. his golden eyes do the talking, always softening when he looks at you, filled with warmth and adoration. he’s not the type to openly gush about his feelings, but when he catches your eye, you can feel his love in that look.

— sunday finds affection in quiet moments. when you’re reading together, or when you’re simply sitting beside him, not needing to say anything, his hand might rest against your leg or his arm will casually brush yours. these moments of silence are when he feels the closest to you, when affection doesn’t need to be vocalized but is felt through proximity.

— while sunday is reserved about his own needs, he does enjoy receiving affection in ways that aren’t over the top. a kiss on his cheek, a warm hug when he least expects it—these things make his heart flutter. he might not ask for it, but he welcomes your attention with a smile that says everything.

— THIS MAN LOVESSSS ACTS OF SERVICE!!! one of his main ways of showing love.

— when sunday wants to show you he cares, he’ll do something for you before you even ask. whether it’s fixing something around the house or making sure you’re comfortable, his actions speak louder than words.

— you don't even gotta tell him twice to grab a cup of water he's up and running. you need help with your paperwork? who knew you had a flash in your home? need your hair done and touched up? suddenly he's a hairdresser with a certificate in hairdressing/salon.

—

you sat at the table, focused on a small project, when you felt a subtle presence beside you. sunday had quietly moved closer, and now his hand brushed against yours. it was barely noticeable at first, just a light touch as if to say, i’m here.

without thinking, your fingers shifted just enough to intertwine with his, a simple gesture that made your heart flutter. he didn’t say anything, but his thumb lightly traced the back of your hand, a slow, deliberate motion that spoke volumes.

when you looked up, his golden eyes were fixed on you, soft and attentive. there was a quiet affection in the way he held your hand, his fingers never tightening or pulling away. he wasn’t in a hurry. he just wanted to be close.

“you’re quiet today,” you murmured, a gentle smile forming on your lips as you looked into his eyes.

“i gues so,” sunday said softly, his gaze never leaving yours. he squeezed your hand just a little, letting the warmth of the touch speak for him.

it had always been this way—gentle and subtle. he didn’t need to fill the space with words; the way his thumb moved over your skin, the way his fingers lingered with such care, was all the affection you needed.

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[syefiles]

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: sylus : midnight stealth, but what should've happened. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: really sadistic sylus. not accurate scene (rewritten some parts) fingering, the reader is seen as a female and has a pussy, dom! sylus, kissing. lmk if i missed anything. 𝐚/𝐧: requests/suggestions open in my ask-box [] hiyaa ! i missed writing on here. lately sylus has had me in a choke hold T_T here's me coping with my obsession with a new fic. thank you, and enjoy :)

You were home alone with the bird twins, Sylus' most important and capable helpers whose posts are his house. You were almost going to shake your head to get more ideas on how to invade the vampire and get the brooch.

It wasn't fair. A ruler of a nation against a pitiful hunter who just happened to waltz straight into his own personal hell. "Stop worrying your pretty little head. Boss might be scary and sophisticated, but if you play your cards right, you can achieve your goal." Luke spoke from the dinner table, while Kieran was sat on it. "But then again, you only have an hour left in your deal. Make it count."

You sat up from the couch, finally picking yourself up with enough confidence to face the final boss. Luke and Kieran put up two signs, one with tiger claws and another with a peace sign. "Good luck, you stray." Kieran remarks.

The moon was beautiful. Although the sun never shined in this dimension, it was still a sight for sore eyes. You approach the heavy door decorated with expensive vintage handles, that might cost a few thousand back at home.

You tightly grip the evol-sealing handcuffs and a tranquilizer gun, giving yourself a few imaginary pats on the back. You open the door, seeing the smoke-headed crow resting on his headboard, as vulnerable as a dove. His breathing was steady, hands remained warm atop his covers. He could've just asked me to tuck him in.

You approach his figure quietly, as if cautious of a landmine on the wooden floors. Your leg climbs on his mattress, sitting down gently. Your mouth whispers his name, "Sylus, Sylus?" When you saw his chest still remained steady, you successfully cuffed his heavy hand on his headboard.

"This is what you get for toying with me." You muttered under your breath and the same volume you did when you whispered his name. You set the gun down, while you inspect his red and black robe, He must have hidden it here.

Your hands barely touched the fabric, his free hand successfully trapping your wrist. His eyes furrow, failing to recognize your features at first. You stare at his face in shock, like a cat trapped in a glass box.

"Showing up uninvited at this hour, want me to tell you a bedtime story?" He asks, clearly sarcastic and angry. Your shocked expression drops, "Actually..." Your two hands cage him in, closing the space between you. You could see his face so distinctly from here.

"You should be able to figure out what's going on here." His eyes stare at you, almost burning holes into yours. "These handcuffs have you helpless. No matter how powerful you are, you can't do anything for an hour." You taunt, successfully catching your hunt.

"Really? What do you intend to do now that I've become your prey?" He asks, intrigued. Your right hand detaches from the plush of his headboard, putting out your hand. "Where's the brooch?"

He smirks, "Help yourself." fully offering his semi-naked body to you. While patting down his sides and pockets, you list all of the things he had done to you once you stepped foot into the N109 Zone. "No ordinary person would do that. So..." Your hands stopped their advancements, completely staring at him now, he stares back.

"Don't tell me you're doing all of this because you like me."

Sylus laughs at your misunderstanding. He did all of this for his own benefit, he only desired to resonate with you and nothing else. Yet, fate chose the hard path for you two. "Clearly, you read too many fairy tales." You ignored his words and resumed back to searching.

Your hands search under the collar of his robe, "Does my answer really matter to you?" He asked. "That doesn't matter now. I won!" You exclaim, using your thumb to flip the coin up into the air, and catching it with your hand.

Sylus let a few moments of silence pass, trying to savor what little feeling of triumph you have left. "Don't tell me..." Your expression changes into a frown, "I won't go back on what I promised you." Sylus sits up, his back no longer leaning on the bed. "This was quite the thrilling experience for you huh, sweetie?" His evol submerged the metal of the handcuffs, causing it to deteriorate.

Your eyes widen, and you quickly try to get up from the bed, but he flips you over by your thighs, completely laid down. You try to retaliate with your hand, but he catches it almost immediately with his. "You're pretty good at running away."

He takes the gun by your side and inspects it himself. "You were gonna use this on me?" He almost laughs, staring at your shocked and vulnerable expression. "Yes, just like that." He says, aligning the gun on your cheek, running it down and up your soft skin. "You're so beautiful when your face contorts in fear, kitty."

He lets out a low laugh. "And disobedient kittens get punished," He lightly slaps the gun on your cheek. He traces it down to your chin, lifting it up to level his eyes with yours. "I-I won fair and square!" You respond, only receiving a heavier slap with the gun on your cheek.

"Bad girls don't talk back." His left eye glows but quickly settles down once your hands reach into his robe, feeling his hard abs and warm skin. Sylus raises an eyebrow, curious at your moves. You slip one side of his robe off, exposing his neck. You grab onto his shoulders, licking and nipping at his neck.

He lets out a groan, while a hand slips up from your inner thighs and into your panties. They're soaked, he thought. A finger hooks on your panties, sliding them to the side, his middle and ring fingers toying with your clit, rubbing circular motions on it. Your tongue slows down, letting out exasperated moans here and there. "Sylus-"

His hand slaps your clit, making you jolt in response. "Try that again, sweetheart." He stops his fingers from moving, waiting for your reply. "Sir..." You mutter, two fingers entering you. Your arms shake on his shoulders from his lengthy fingers bullying themselves into your sopping cunny.

"Good-fucking-girl." Each word came with a curl and a thrust from his fingers, making you go ballistic. He was nimble and skilled with his hand, while two were inside, his thumb was working magic on your puffy clit. Your mouth didn't stop leaving love bites all over his neck, while he kisses all over your boobs and collarbones.

"Such a pretty face." He says, admiring your sweat and small tears collecting at your waterline. You let out small moans and whimpers from the pace his fingers were jolting in and out inside of you. "Gonna cum for me?"

He asks, your cunt pulsates around his fingers and they grow tighter each curl at your g-spot. "Mmhm-mhp!" Your hand covers your mouth, cautious of all of the noise you're making. Sylus' head lowers, "Come on, be loud for me, darling." he whispers in your ear, his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear, that action alone was enough to send you over the edge.

"S-Sir, 'm cumming- oh fuck!" You exclaim, finally letting go of your hand on your mouth, Sylus quickly kisses you while you make a mess of his fingers. He didn't slow down, letting you ride out your orgasm.

He pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you two. You lay there, disheveled. "Look so pretty f'me, hm?" He grabs a towel from beside the bed and wipes off the residue and your essence. Your eyes close, you were too tired to even process anything at this point.

Sylus sets down the towel and grabs the blanket, wrapping you two in it, spooning you from behind. "B-but Sylus, what about you?" He smirks, grateful you asked him that question.

"You can pay me back at the banquet tomorrow."

©syefiles 7/19/2024 - do not copy, translate, modify my works.

[oneforthemunny]

break the ice |hockey!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: a scheduling mishap leads you and eddie to meet. or how you and hockey!eddie's story begins lol.

contains: eddie au. fluff. that's it. happy one year!

The hiss of the puck gliding over the ice, skittering into the goal, skates whizzing to a stop. It was comforting to Eddie. He’d never really known what people meant when they’d say “get in the zone” growing up, until he started playing again, playing for real this time. It was easy to focus on the sounds, silence your brain by tricking it to listen to the claps of the stick on the ice, the pop of the puck soaring, the- 

“Skidamarink a dink, a dink. Skidamarink a doo.” 

A clean miss, startled by the sudden blaring of music from behind him. Skates wobbling, knees locking into place. Eddie turned, squinting towards the other end of the rink. 

“Hey, hey!” Eddie skated, shouting over the music- horrendous at that, what was this song? 

“Excuse me,” You looked up, adjusting the volume on your boom box. “Hey, uh, sorry this is a closed practice.” Eddie skated to you, hockey stick waving exaggeratedly behind him. 

“Yeah it is.” You nodded, head tilting to the side slightly. “Are you… here to drop off?” 

“What? No, no, I-” Eddie paused, brows furrowed at you lightly. “I- this is my practice.” 

“Your practice?” You repeated, pointing at the ice below you. 

“Yeah.” 

“You’re here for the Snowflakes?” 

“No, I play for-” Eddie shakes his head, hand running over his face. “Snowflakes? What-” 

“-The three to four year old class?” You press, brow raised, face contorted in what Eddie could only assume was your best judgment masking, though by the scrunch in your nose, it wasn’t working very well. “For ice skating lessons?” 

“Lessons? Sweetheart, c’mon, does it look like I need lessons?” Eddie grins, smug and sweet. His heart skips when you bite back a smile, lips twitching. “I’m- I rent out the time to practice.” 

“Oh,” You frown slightly. “I, uh, I did too.” 

“You know what, let me- let me just go ask Max.” Eddie flashes you a dazzling smile. “I’ll get it sorted out.” 

“You’re both right.” Max droned behind the desk, flipping through a magazine lazily. “Both of you have the slot for today.”

“What? Why-Why would Bobby book up both spots?” Eddie frowned. “That makes no fuckin’ sense. I’m here every Thursday-” 

Max huffed, snatching the scheduling paper off the back wall, slapping it on the desk. “Eddie Munson. Five to six-thirty. Left.” Her blue eyes raised in boredom. “That means, you’re on the left side.” 

“Left? This is- That’s fuckin’ ridiculous, Max, c’mon-” 

“-It’s Bobby.” Max rolled her eyes. “He’s trying to double book, make more money during the dead season. I don’t know what to tell you.” 

“So I have to practice with a bunch of fuckin’ kids running around?” Eddie huffs. “How the hell am I gonna do that? Huh? Do you hear the shit they’re playing in there?” Eddie throws a hand out towards the rink. “I’m already about to lose my mind.” 

“So get some ear plugs, Eddie, I don’t know.” Max huffed, throwing her hands up. “You know I can’t refund you, so either leave, or suck it up. I honestly don’t care, Munson, up to you.” 

Eddie’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek, rolling furiously. Bunch of kids skating all around him, screaming and shit, he’d never get anything done. 

Still, Eddie’s eyes wandered back to you. In your matching tracksuit, a powdery blue that seemed to shine even under the fluorescents of the rink. He supposed there could be worse people to share the ice with. He faced Tommy Raider again next season, and he’d rather be with a bunch of screaming toddlers anyday over him anyday. 

Besides, the kids weren’t so bad. The occasional screech or laughter when you’d have them do something silly. It was cute, honestly, Eddie decided, seeing these little kids wobble around on skates while you cooed enthusiastically at them. 

“Ok, my little flurries,” You grinned, cheeks aching from the amount of feigned enthusiasm you had to muster. “Next week we’re going to really work on our glide.” You pushed off dramatically, soaring a few spaces then stopping. 

It was so exaggerated, over the top and made the kids giggle; Eddie was sure he was in love. 

“So be sure to be practicing holding your arms way, way out!” You extended your arms, beaming at the few who mimicked you. “And I’ll see you all next week!” 

Eddie had spent the majority of the time practicing what he’d say to you, how he’d ask you out. A classic chat up line always worked at the bar, always helped him score. Still, his knees wobbled, tight and a little unsure as he skated over to you. 

You were waving goodbye to a student, stepping off to the bleachers to undo your own skates. “Hey,” Eddie’s voice cracked, wobbly and unsure in his throat, teeth clenching in a grimace.

You looked up, a tiny half smile in greeting. “Hi. Hope we didn’t bother you too much.” 

“What? No. No, no, no. No, you didn’t-” Eddie took a breath, heart hammering in his chest, ringing in his ears. “It was… Yeah, that was really fun to watch actually. The, uh, seeing the kids in their skates and shit. You’re-You’re really good with them, and, uh…” The fuck is that Munson? The fuck are you doing? Eddie’s mind raced, furiously. 

“Thanks.” You grinned, a wicked little smile that had Eddie’s cheeks flushing. He hadn’t felt like this in years. Felt like he was back in middle school, swooning any time Connie Donohue would swish her hair over her shoulder, letting it land on his desk and brush his hand. 

“They’re a fun age. Super sweet. Not like the asshole eight year olds.” Your finger curled under the untied laces, shimmying them loose. 

“Oh? Eight year olds, they're the asshole group?” Eddie grinned, leaning against the rink’s surface. He hoped you couldn’t tell how he was flexing, muscles protruding under the tight, black material of his shirt. 

“Total assholes. I had them last year, and that’s why I switched-” 

“-Excuse me?” A tiny squeak of a voice came from behind you. You turned, expecting one of your kids who had forgotten a mitten or jacket. 

“Are-Are you Eddie Munson?” The small boy with wide eyes gaped at Eddie. 

Eddie flushed, swallowing, eyes flickering to you. Your brows creasing, looking at the tiny boy then back at Eddie. “Yeah, yeah that’s me.” Eddie forced a smile, gripping the rink as he stepped onto the bleachers, settling on the ones across from you. 

“What’s your name, little man?” Eddie grinned. 

“Samuel.” The boy grinned, a little shyly. 

“Samuel, that’s a cool name. How old are you?” 

“Eight.” The boy beamed. 

Eddie’s eyes cut over to yours, lips twisting, fighting back a grin. You blushed, turning away from his glances, cheeks burning with heat you hoped he didn’t see. “Eight? That’s a… that’s a cool age, right?” 

“Right.” Samuel nodded. “I-I watch you all the time with my dad and my mom.” Samuel babbled in true kid fashion. “You’re my favorite hockey player.” 

“Me? No way, c’mon.” Eddie shook his head playfully. 

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re from Hawkins too.” Samuel nodded, matter of factly. “They said that on-on the TV one time when I was watching.” 

“Yeah, that’s right.” Eddie nodded. “Used to practice here when I was your age.” He nodded over towards the rink behind him. 

“We went one time to a game, and… and you lost a tooth!” Samuel giggled in true, eight year old asshole form. “The other guy knocked it out when-when you were fighting!” 

Eddie laughed, a howling of a cackle that bounced off the walls of the rink, over the hum of the electricity and heat in the stands.

You watched carefully, interest piqued. You knew he was good, you’d watched him practice, it was obvious he had skill. And the name did sound familiar, plastered across headlines and the local news, one of Hawkins’ very own made it big. 

Eddie signed Samuel’s jersey, left him scampering back to his awaiting parents with a triumphant grin. “What are the odds of that?” Eddie beamed, grinning ear to ear when he looked over at you. 

You laughed, knotting your own skates together, reaching for your snow boots. “I, uh, I didn’t realize you-you played for the… Played hockey.” 

“Yeah,” Eddie shrugged, inked hand running down his arm. You tried not to stare. “It’s alright, really. Not bad benefits, but work hours are a little crazy.” 

“Yeah?” You laughed lightly. “I would say so. Pretty demanding.” 

“Oh yeah. And you lose a tooth or two sometimes.” Eddie’s eyes cut to yours playfully, a dimpled grin that had your heart shooting with heat. 

“Yikes.” You sucked in a breath dramatically. “That seems brutal.” 

“You ever been?” Eddie asked, untying his own skates, letting the blade rest on the cement barrier in front of him. 

“To… what? A game?” 

“Yeah.” 

“No.” You shook your head. “Not, like, a real hockey game. Not… Not one of yours.” Your knee bounced nervously, a little unsure even in your own answer. 

“You should come.” Eddie shrugged cooly, hoping you couldn’t see the way his hands shook with adrenaline. “Come to the opener in a few weeks. I’ll get you tickets.” 

“What?” You laughed lightly. “You- No, you don’t even know my name, and you’re gonna get me tickets? Yeah, right.” You rolled your eyes at him. 

“Well, I was hoping I could get your name, maybe your number too.” Eddie’s lips pursed lightly. “Get to know you before the game. Can give you those tickets next time I see you. What do you think? You free Friday night? Saturday?” 

You blushed, looking down at your boots, fiddling with the laces to avoid his gaze. “Saturday. I don’t have to work.” You looked back at him. 

“Saturday it is.” Eddie beamed. 

You scrawled your name and number on the torn corner piece of the schedule. Eddie had snatched it and a pen from behind the desk, ignoring Max’s huffs of annoyance. He’d clutched it the whole way home, paper a little soft from the dampness of his sweaty hands. The tiny slip of paper was taped to his landline, staying there long after Eddie had memorized the number. In your pretty, loopy handwriting for Eddie to see each time he called you. 

[bitchy-craft]

Let's Give You A Confidence Boost | Pick A Pile

Hello and welcome to this Pick A Pile! In here you'll find a confidence boost for you. I hope you guys enjoy and find this useful. Do make sure to leave comments down below on your experience! I do want to remind you all that this is a General Pick A Pile which means this is for a lot of people; therefore keep what resonates and leave what doesn't.

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Pile 1:

It's important to recognize that your journey is uniquely yours, filled with experiences that have shaped who you are today. Embrace the qualities that set you apart from others, for they are the very essence of what makes you special. Your strengths, talents, and even your challenges have contributed to your growth and wisdom.

As you navigate through life's twists and turns, remember that you possess the inner strength to overcome any obstacles that come your way. Every setback is a chance to learn, adapt, and come back stronger. Embrace your journey, and let your confidence shine.

Pile 2:

At times, it's easy to underestimate your own potential, but I want you to recognize the incredible capabilities that lie within you. Take a moment to reflect on your accomplishments, both big and small. Each success is a testament to your dedication and hard work. Your journey is a collection of achievements that highlight your resilience and determination.

Believe in your abilities, and trust that your unique perspective and skills bring immense value to any endeavor you pursue. Don't shy away from challenges; instead, view them as opportunities for growth. The world is waiting to see the greatness you're capable of achieving.

Pile 3:

Life is a series of steps, each one taking you closer to your goals and aspirations. Amidst the uncertainty and self-doubt that can sometimes cloud our minds, it's crucial to remember just how resilient you are. You've weathered storms and celebrated triumphs, proving your ability to navigate through life's highs and lows. While it's easy to be critical of yourself, I encourage you to acknowledge your progress, no matter how incremental it might seem.

Each step forward, no matter how small, is a testament to your determination and courage. The path to success is rarely linear, but your willingness to persevere despite challenges speaks volumes about your character. Keep moving forward with unwavering confidence in your potential. You've got this!

[creative-type]

The Romanticism of One Piece

I’m always amazed by how Oda has managed to stay thematically consistent for more than two decades while writing a thousand plus chapter epic about silly pirates having fun chasing their dreams. One Piece, at its core, is about the dawn of a romantic adventure, and its been that way since volume one, chapter one.

But romance is one of those terms whose meaning as shifted over the years and is drastically misunderstood. So what is literary romance, and how does One Piece fit within its framework?

Well buckle up, folks. This is gonna be a long one.

Romanticism as a movement started in the late 18th century, and is described by Isaiah Berlin as the “the greatest single shift in the consciousness of the West”. The modern ideas of childhood, imagination,  and sentimentality were born here. It’s a rejection of society’s constraints in favor of impossible yearning for impossible goals. Romantics were restless and passionate, and embraced the magnitude of their feeling over the scientific rigors of the Age of Reason.

Sound familiar?

Romanticism gets its name from the old medieval ballads (themselves written in the Romantic languages) that became popular with the growing movement. The 19th century was a period of incredible change. Industrialization, urbanization, and the development of the middle class were all new. Revolution, both industrial and political, was changing the course of the world forever. The Romantics worshiped heroes of the past (in fact, the term hero worship was coined during this time) and sought a return to nature. William Wordsworth famously lobbied against the building of railways in his beloved Lake District, and much of the art of the time, whether it be painting or poetry, focused heavily on man’s relation with nature

In addition to rebelling against traditional political structures, the Romantics also broke away from the traditional religious teaching, many believing that man found enlightenment not through theology or the bible, but by study and attunement with nature. One of proto-Romantic writer Jean-Jaques Rousseau’s most influential works Emile, or On Education was banned in parts of Europe and even publicly burned due to its ideas on natural religion.

All of this leads to the Romantic pursuit of the sublime. While Enlightenment thinkers would often attempt to remove themselves emotionally from what they were experiencing in order to understand said experience through objective, immutable fact, the Romantics sought emotion, awe, and reverence that transcended rational thought. They celebrated and marveled at the wonders of creation, allowing themselves to be consumed by emotion and experience. These were not stoic people, and its here where One Piece truly begins to shine as a work of Romantic art

The world of One Piece, particularly once the story gets to the Grand Line, is chalk full of impossible wonder and whimsy. Each island visited along the journey is a feast for the eyes, and Oda’s art does each distinct and incredible location every justice. Luffy has no desire to see the boring or everyday, and he has no qualm in expressing his excitement everywhere he goes. Oda has made the conscious decision never to let the reader look into Luffy’s thoughts via thought bubbles, but the audience is still able to connect with him because they are always aware of what he he is feeling. Every smile takes up half his face, every sadness drawn as a sniveling wreck. Logical ideas are routinely rejected in favor of desired experiences, and Luffy himself rejects the opportunity to hear the answer to the series’s biggest questions because to him, the journey is more important.

It’s important that Luffy’s mindset isn’t all that common, even a world as wild and wacky as One Piece. As the Jaya arc proves, Roger’s execution initially inspired a generation of pirates to go out and follow their dreams, but in the twenty years since his death that ideaolgy has crumbled under the weight of a new wave of dreamless pragmaticism, the same way the Romantic movement gave way to the Realists who followed. 

Luffy’s Romantic spirit stands out, even amongst the Straw Hat Pirates. Many of the Straw Hat’s character arcs involve Luffy helping to remove the blocks that prevent them from living out their Romantic ideals. As the series progresses, the crew inches towards embodying that freedom of spirit that Luffy exemplifies. What that looks like for each crewmate is different (Romanticism is highly individualistic, after all) but they’re given the opportunity to live out that ideal because of their association with Luffy.

This theme of freedom of expression and pursuit of dreams follows the Straw Hats wherever they go on both the micro and macro level. The Romantic pursuit of self-determination bleeds over nearly every arc with Luffy at its epicenter, until it comes to a crescendo during the Wano arc, when the true nature of Luffy’s fruit comes to light for the first time.

Luffy is the beating heart of One Piece’s Romanticism. He specifically imbues many of the Romantic ideals of childhood, such as innocence, joy, and being unprejudiced by a corrupting society. He’s uncomplicated yet passionate, without a care in the world for what anyone else thinks about him, and because of that disregard for authority he comes off as equal parts wise and naive.

In Emile, Rousseau lays out his idea of childhood education, which doesn’t include a classroom so much as the child’s interaction with the world, emphasizing the senses and building on the child’s own observations and inferences. The Romantic child was instinctual and in tune with nature, and a character like Luffy growing up on the fringes of society while spending most of his time romping around in the woods would not be out of place (see Mary Robinson’s The Savage of Aveyron, based on the real story of a feral boy that had been found in France).

What makes Luffy different is that he never loses that simplicity of character even as he interacts with an increasingly complex world. Yes, he matures both as a person and a captain, bearing the weight of terrible loss and difficult decisions, but he does it still while maintaining that curious mix of selfish desire to do whatever he wants and selfless sacrifice towards the people he cares about. Luffy doesn’t want to be a hero, but remains uncorrupted by the malevolent social hierarchies that rule One Piece’s world.

But for all the ways One Piece is a Romantic story, the philosophy of the series departs in several key places. The Romantics of the late 18th and 19th centuries were reacting to the anxieties brought around by the Industrial Revolution and the subsequent urbanization that came along with it, while One Piece belongs squarely to the post-modern era of the 21st. While both glorify a long-gone past, what that past looks like is very different. One Piece fully embraces technology and progress, as best seen during the conflict between Noland and Calgura in the Skypia flashback. While industrialization is sometimes portrayed negatively (see Wano) it’s just as likely to be seen in a positive light (Water 7), and the mysterious civilization of the Void Century was more technologically advanced than the present day manga, not less.

What’s more important than modernization and technological advance is the ways people use said technology. The beautifully rendered locations along the Straw Hat’s journey are just as likely to be vast stretches of wilderness as bustling metropolises, and that search of wonder and the sublime is equally likely to be found in both.

More importantly, I think, is that the Romantics of old were solitary creatures, brooding and isolated from the people around them. There was a preoccupation of creating art devoid of outside influence. The sublime was a deeply personal experience that by its very nature could not be shared with others. Melancholy, loss, solitude, and death were preoccupations of the Romantic mind, the price of visionary genius being social isolation.

One of the most famous Romantic heroes of the 19th century was Thomas Chatterton, a young genius of a poet who, in the midst of poverty and depression killed himself at the age of 17. He was immortalized in paintings and poems, and his influence can be felt to this day by the persistence of the trope of the suffering artist that he, and countless others, helped codify.

One Piece is the story of a boy who rejects the confines of society in search of his own freedom, but he does not do so alone. Luffy is driven as much by the desire to be with his friends as he is by his desire to find the One Piece. The series agrees that risking death is an acceptable part of chasing ones dream, but rejects the notion that it should be sought out or celebrated. It’s better to live an undignified life in the hope of a better tomorrow than to give into an easy death.

And that’s the fascinating part about how philosophies evolve over time, because as much as One Piece borrows from the Romantic era of the 18 and 19th centuries, it isn’t a Romantic story, just as how no amount of research and copying of style could ever turn a historical novel written today into a product of the era its trying to emulate. Oda has taken an old idea and made it into something new, using that idea as the guide for the entire series. Like sun, guiding to the dawn of a new era.

A Romance dawn, if you will. 

[sunandmhoon]

Love Songs

Genre: fluff Pairing: Jeonghan X Reader “He thought about your mind, how crazy it must be, how tiring it must be. Who’s on your mind right now? Who has your time? Who have you been seeing? Why couldn’t you just be his?” w/c: 1926 a/n: Hello~~ new story hehe!! Also it’s fluff this time wooohooo. Also idk if you’ve noticed but every svt story so far has been based off a song…hmmm i wonder why that is?? (also I didn't proofread this so I'm sorry for any inconsistencies) ps: pics are from pintrest ctto :) MASTERLIST; OTHER WORKS Jeonghan was never a person that falls in love easily. 

It’s not that he’s anti-romantic, or that he hates the concept of giving love or receiving love. In fact, on some days when the rain gets too loud, the room gets too cold and the sky gets too grey, he longs for a nice warm hug from a person that he loves. 

He’s had girlfriends before, but they always end in the same way. The same, ‘it’s not you, it’s me” argument. And it is true, he can never find himself infatuated with a person for more than a month. He still finds them attractive of course but he’s never been interested in them, their goals, their big dreams or even their small ones. 

That was until he met you. 

Meeting you was like an angel appeared at his door; like a gift from cupid to cure his lonely heart. A gift in the form of a new roommate. 

Seungkwan was staying in the flat with him before he moved out to his hometown, leaving behind his room and another part of the rent he had to pay. In his absence though, Seungkwan–ever the social butterfly– recommended the place to you, and although Jeonhan was wary at first, he definitely had to thank Seungkwan now. 

When he first met you he felt as though his house was graced by a higher being. The sun flooded into the room in golden rays, shining around you, creating a halo above your head. And though he was the known heartbreaker around town, he felt his palms go sweaty and his ears turn hot. And when you spoke, he felt he got worse. Your voice sounded just like it was dipped in honey; smooth and sweet. He could listen to it forever. Your expressions were kind and gentle, you were the type of person that could lure anyone into your charm like a siren in the sea. 

He was attracted to you, so so attracted to you, but he brushed it off. It was probably just that, Attraction, nothing more. 

As the days went by you two grew closer. First it was catching each other in the kitchen at 3am for a midnight snack. From then on you started talking to each other more. You find out that he’s been living in the flat for five years, he finds out that you just moved to the city. He’s taken you around the area to get you familiar with your surroundings, you’ve cooked him dinner in exchange (and because he only eats ramen in the house). He’s introduced you to his friends, you’ve introduced him to your family.

You even go to him when you need to rant. School’s being annoying? Go to Jeonghan, Your parents are being annoying? Go to Jeonghan, the neighbour that for some reason finds the need to be up at 4am every single morning watching their soap opera at full volume with their door open is being annoying? Go to Jeonghan. Just like the new flat’s been your physical home, Jeonghan has been your emotional home. 

You tell him everything, and even though he loves it, he loves that he could be a person you can come to–can talk to and rant to about your hardships, feelings, accomplishments, he somehow hates it when you come to him for advice on love. 

“How do I get a boyfriend, Han?”, “Why don’t guys like me?” to “Han, I’ve been talking to this guy”, “what do you think of him?” to the dreaded, “He asked me out on a date!”, “How do I look?” he’s been there through it all. And he won't admit it–he can’t admit that he likes you, he can’t admit that he hates when you tell him not to wait up for you because you’ll be at Woozi’s for the night. He can’t admit that it bothers him that you come home, greet him and go to your room. He can’t admit that he’s lonely again, and that he misses when you would talk to him late at night about your dreams, inspirations, aspirations, goals or even just your shopping list. 

And most of all, he hates that you have him listening to love songs. He never used to listen to love songs on purpose, let alone with someone in mind. Love songs have plagued his playlists, and he dreads the day that spotify wraps up his year into one big lovefest. You were sea, sunshine, star and moon; you were his cocoa butter kisses; you were what comes up in his mind when he listens to Daniel Caesar, Frank Ocean and even Drake. You were his in his mind, his playlist, his heart but not his in real life. 

He started doing his work in the living room just to see your face, to see you in the kitchen, on the couch or even leaving for school or work or to your boyfriend’s house, because the longer you were with Woozi, the shorter you were in the house. 

That was until one day when he came home from work. The world seemed to mirror the same sad mood he’s been in for the past month; heavy rain, grey skies, cold air. It was the kind of weather that made him feel even more lonelier than he already was. He was just about to pass the living room to go to his room when he noticed you asleep on the sofa. 

You looked so peaceful that he didn’t want to move, afraid that even the smallest step could wake you up from your slumber. He stood there for what felt like hours but were only a couple of seconds when he was suddenly snapped back to reality with a cold rush of air down his spine. The room was getting colder, he noticed, and he saw you rustling around the couch–no doubt affected by the coolness too.

He saw that your shoulder was exposed to the cool air and quickly but quietly rushed to get a blanket. He placed the blanket over your body, gently tucking the ends to your sides, effectively blocking any coldness from reaching your skin. He froze as you moved, thinking you had woken up, but sighed as he saw you snuggling into the warm comfort of the blanket, continuing your peaceful nap. 

He cleaned the area around you, the tissues, empty soda cans, empty chips. You must’ve eaten yourself into a food coma, he thought, smiling at the thought of your well fed self falling into a deep sleep. However his smile dropped as your phone lights up. Rows and rows of notifications piled up on your lockscreen, all from your boyfriend begging you to ‘take him back’, ‘forgive him’, ‘trust him to do better’.  And then it made sense to him. The food, the tissues, your exhaustion.

Once he finished cleaning up, he just couldn’t find himself to leave you in the living room all alone. You must have been sad, angry, upset, tired and vulnerable right now, and he would hate himself if he knew he was leaving you in such a state. 

He also couldn’t get over the last notification he saw from your phone–he knows that it wasn’t the best thing to go scroll your notifications, but it was there and he couldn’t help it (pls forgive him)-- ‘I can be better than him’. 

Him? 

Is there someone new?

He sat on the ottoman, beside where your head was laying on the pillow and watched as you breathed. Your chest would rise and fall in steady patterns, showing that you’ve fallen into a deep sleep. Your eyelashes were feathered along your eye, and he couldn’t help but be charmed by it. Him, charmed by the simple sight of eyelashes? He couldn’t believe how much he changed, how much you changed him. Your lips were slightly parted, a pale pink and full. He wondered how it would feel against his own, would they be soft? By the looks of it, he thinks it would. 

You looked so peaceful and angelic and he couldn’t help but think about how much you’re going through right now. He thought about your mind, how crazy it must be, how tiring it must be. Who’s on your mind right now? Who has your time? Who have you been seeing? Why couldn’t you just be his? 

He knows that you had a boyfriend but still, despite that, why did you stop talking to him as much? You used to be texting him all the time, checking on him all the time, staying up with him all the time. But recently, your interactions were shorter than two sentences. Was it your boyfriend? Was it you? Was it him?

“If you let me,” he whispered, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear gently, “we could paint a perfect picture, we could even last forever.” he sighed as he feels how strong he loves you–it scares him, he’s never felt this way with anyone before. “I’ll even let you wear my sweaters, I know how you get cold so easily,” he said as his eyes traced your face, from your hairline down to your eyebrows to your eyes, to your nose to your lips. He smiled at how perfect you were. “I’m so horribly down for you, Y/N,” he said, “for the worse or the better,” he added. 

“To be honest, I hate it,” he said, surprising himself with the sudden confession, “I hate how much I feel for you because It’s so strong that it’s hurting me. But I don’t care, I will keep sticking to you, Y/n,” he breathed in, “Because I love you.”

And although you were sound asleep, he still felt as if the weight of the world has left his shoulders. The burden of keeping it trapped within his heart has finally disappeared, and even though he knew that this confession was done in vain as he knew that pouring his heart out doesn’t mean you have to reciprocate it, he still felt happy that it’s out there. 

Maybe you were asleep, but your heart was listening. 

He noticed how the sun had disappeared and the clock was moving into the double digits. He knew that your back was going to be painful if you slept there overnight, so he took you in his arms, the blanket wrapped tightly around you still; like a burrito, and carried you over to your room. There he tucked you in properly, propping your head gently a top your soft pillows, laying the comforter over your, keeping the sides snug. Before he turned off the side lamp, his self control had left his body with his confession as he bent down placing a gentle peck on your forehead. When he felt that everything was done, windows checked, you tucked in, lamp turned off, he headed out the door. 

“Jeonghan,” you called softly, your voice still groggy from your nap. He froze by the doorframe, turning to you. 

“Yeah?” 

“I love you too,” you told him, a soft smile growing on your face before you turned over and fell back to sleep. 

No amount of self control could stop the smile that was blooming on his face, his mind was fuzzy, his heart was racing. He watched you for a little bit more, the same love-struck smile on his face to see if you were still sleeping.

“Sweet dreams, love,” he whispered before leaving.

He needs to give Seungkwan a gift basket. 

-fin. 

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[theelizamanelli]

Tengoku

Reina Iyashi wants a normal, mundane existence until Satoru Gojo takes a special interest in her uncanny ability to bring people back to life (or so Itadori says) and offers her a job as his assistant at Jujutsu High. Tags: 18+, satoru gojo x female oc, boss x assistant, golden retriever x black cat, forced proximity, slow burn, romance, smut, fingering, dom/sub tendencies link to all chapters link to ao3

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Chapter Twelve

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The young girl slid the door closed, the opening dwindled as Gojo grinned - shooting Reina an encouraging thumbs up before disappearing. 

Her face hardened, she took a few steps backwards and leaned against the wall. The girl stood at the door - steadfast, piercing Reina with a dutiful stare as if to convey a warning: don’t try anything.

She crossed her arms with a sigh, closing her eyes. Gojo had been requested by a Jujutsu “Higher Up”, as he called them, to discuss his recent work. Reina was unsure what it was in reference to but from what she had gathered of this executive group - it was unlikely to be in Gojo’s favor. 

Peering at the girl, she observed her eyes shine as she flicked her blue hair over her shoulder. Reina scrunched her face, wondering what could have possibly happened to render that reaction.

“Kasumi?” called out a weathered voice from inside, the girl straightened - sliding the door open before entering.

“Gakuganji-sensei?” she responded, placing her hands behind her back.

Reina took a step forward, attempting to survey the room. An elderly man clad in a nagajuban sat directly across from Gojo, leaning forward slightly with a look of irritation on his face.

“Could you please get Satoru and I some tea?” he requested, not removing his eyes from Gojo who sat reclined - an arm draped over the back of the couch.

Kasumi bowed before exiting, she closed the door with a click before shaking her head in excitement - her feet tapping back and forth.

Reina shot her a look of confusion before leaning back against the wall. She returned quickly with a tray containing two cups and a teapot. Entering the room again, Reina tilted her head to the side - Gojo appeared as calm as before. 

Reina nodded in confirmation, returning to her relaxed position as Kasumi resumed her rigid stance. 

A silence spread between the two, Reina furrowed her brows, “Yes?” she inquired impatiently.

The girl’s eyes widened in response, “What?” she asked, looking around. “I didn’t say anything.” 

“You want to, though,” she uncrossed her arms and took a step towards her. She gestured with her hands to get on with it. 

“Are you really Satoru Gojo’s assistant?” she whispered.

Reina rolled her eyes, “That’s what you wanted to ask me?”

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Satoru Gojo

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“What a waste of time, accepting good citizen awards and rescuing local pets,” Gakuganji spat, shaking his head at Satoru.

He stared at his nails, his legs crossed - bouncing lightly, “There are worse ways to spend my days,” he responded.

“There are also better ones,” he stated, taking a sip of his tea. “I highly recommend using your talents to achieve more fruitful goals.”

“You’ve said this before,” Satoru turned his head towards the door with a sigh. “Honestly, old man, I really don’t care.”

“You should take care to mind your tone when addressing your elders, boy,” Gakuganji warned, setting his cup down. “It is insolent, narcissistic, and destructive Jujutsu Sorcerers like you th-”. 

At the volume increase, the door roughly slid open hitting the frame with a thwack. 

“I’ve heard enough,” stated Reina, stepping into the room. 

Directing her attention to Gakuganji, she pointed a finger at his face, “You should take care to mind your words to the man who has sacrificed his life for the good of the people.”

“Excuse me?” he sputtered in response, standing to his feet. 

Satoru quickly straightened, positioning himself next to Reina who hadn’t moved - her finger still pointing in his direction. He softly put his hand on hers, guiding it towards her side.

“You heard her, old man.” Satoru directed Reina out of the room, though it was clear she had more to say. He pushed her lower back slightly to inch her further into the hallway before turning back.

“You’ll regret that!” rumbled Gakuganji.

Holding onto the door as he leaned through the opening, Satoru responded, “I’m trembling,” before strutting back to Reina. 

They exited the building, she rambled the entire way to Jujutsu High. Satoru occasionally caught a few words: “heinous”, “disrespectful”, “ungrateful” chief among them.

He slid his hands into his pockets, leaning his head to look at the sky - a slow smile spreading across his face. He had to admit that a low, warm feeling had spread through him at the sight of Reina’s defense. 

One that went straight to a place that made the back of his neck hot. 

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The shop filled quickly, the clinking of glasses and sizzling of the teppanyaki floating through the air. 

“That’s a stupid plan and you know it, Itadori!” Kugisaki yelled, a piece of fish hanging from her chopsticks as she waved it in his face.

“Oh, come on! It’s not so bad!” He replied, excitedly recounting an option for how to exorcize the curse they were investigating that night. It was their first independent mission, and it was apparent that they were determined to perform well.

Fushiguro shoveled rice into his mouth, chiming in occasionally to provide an additional strategy. 

Reina observed the interaction fondly, laughing at how animated Kugisaki and Itadori would get - pulling Fushiguro into the dramatics.

Gojo intervened, grabbing Fushiguro by the neck to pull him into a side hug - earning him a sideways glare. He laughed in response, rubbing his face against his hair. 

Itadori sat to the left of Reina, she leaned over and muttered, “They are rather close, aren’t they?”

“Fushiguro doesn’t have any parents. I guess Gojo-sensei is the closest thing,” Itadori whispered in response with a shrug.

Leaning back, Reina observed the two - noting that Fushiguro would often act annoyed but the moment the antics ended he would look at Gojo with a fondness in his eyes. 

She smiled softly, taking a contemplative sip of her drink 

“You like Gojo-sensei, don’t you?” whispered Kugisaki from her opposite side.

Reina choked, coughing before wiping her mouth, “What?” she responded - her voice squeaking. 

“That’s what I thought,” she replied thoughtfully, returning to her food.

Standing outside of the restaurant, Gojo encouraged them to do their best and sent them off with a light-hearted “Don’t embarrass me.”

Itadori, Fushiguro, and Kugisaki pierced him with a steel stare, pumping their hands into the air with a “We won’t let you down!”

They began down the street - intermittently waving back to Gojo who dramatically returned their gesture. 

Reina caught herself laughing at the interaction. He was a good sensei, despite his idiotic tendencies. She reasoned that though he didn’t need it, he deserved to hear praise - when earned and within reason. 

“You’re a good teacher,” she mumbled, placing a hand on the back of her neck as she looked out into the street. “It’s obvious your students love you.” 

Gojo faltered momentarily, his eyes roaming over the pink coating her cheeks. 

“Be careful, Iyashi, this sounds dangerously close to you liking me,” Gojo responded, arching an eyebrow - a grin crossing his lips.

“Just trying to get you into a good mood before I request a raise,” replied Reina, dropping her arm to her side as she stared at him indignantly.

He chuckled, “Well, in that case - we have a job to do.”

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“What are we doing?” asked Reina. The two were crouching behind a bush, Gojo peering over the top of the shrubs. 

He shushed her before responding in a whisper, “It may be their first mission by themselves but I would be the worst sensei ever if I let them fail.”

Reina rolled her eyes, resting her chin in her hand as she balanced her elbow on the top of her thigh. The next thirty minutes were spent following the three at a distance, ducking behind poles or flattening themselves to the sidewalk.

They slid into an alley, walking slowly - the three were on the other side of the wall, investigating the bridge. This meant the two were safe from their eyes for now.

“The great Satoru Gojo watching over his students like a mother hen,” she clucked with a grin. “I wonder what your fan club will think.”

He paused, straightening himself in an exaggerated manner, “They will recognize how paternal and thoughtful I am.”

Reina shook her head, starting for the end of the alleyway.

Gojo quickly pushed Reina against the wall, her cheek pressed against the brick.

“What ar-” She started but was quickly cut off with a gentle cover of his hand over her lips.

Itadori’s voice slipped through the air, a quick padding of sneakers on concrete slowly faded. 

Gojo made no effort to remove himself from behind Reina, his hand dropping from her mouth to softly grab her chin. She could feel her heartbeat pound in her ears. 

“He’s gone, Gojo,” Reina whispered, her voice uncertain. “You can move now.”

“Do you want me to move, Iyashi?” He whispered in a low voice. A shiver traveled down her spine. Her breath hitched as his other hand slowly slid from her hip to the top of her thigh. 

He leaned forward, his lips pressing to her ear, “Have you been thinking about me in that office of yours?” Her eyes fluttered closed. “Touching yourself?”

Her head felt light, her breathing quickened. She wanted desperately to tell him yes, to beg for him to touch her but she couldn’t find the words - her pride getting the best of her.

“You know, I wanted nothing more than to slip that pretty little dress off in the back of that town car,” He lightly rubbed his thumb on her thigh. “And it would have taken one word of encouragement for me to have taken you in that inn.”

Reina breathed hard, her fingernails digging into the brick. Gojo re-adjusted, his mouth now pressed to the opposite ear. 

“You’ve given me such a hard time. Being this pretty.” He kissed her softly on the nape of her neck. “And this flustered. With all your praise. Your sweet teases. I only have so much restraint.”

A moan threatened to escape her mouth, she swallowed it with a hum.

Gojo slipped his hand from her chin to her throat, squeezing lightly, “You’d be such a good girl for me, Iyashi. Wouldn’t you?”

Reina’s eyes rolled back, she pressed her ass into his groin - arching. 

He chuckled, leaning back to slide his fingers from her neck slowly down her spine, “I can tell how desperate you are to be touched.”

Gojo tightened his hands on her hips, pressing himself roughly into her with a groan. He slid his hand to her front, caressing her inner thigh. 

“I could make you feel so good,” he purred. “Is that what you want?”

Reina whimpered at his words, opening her legs wider.

Leaning forward, his hot breath on her ear, “I want to hear you, Iyashi.”

“Please, Gojo,” she whined. 

Gojo slid his fingers under her skirt, drawing soft patterns along her underwear. His other hand massaged her thigh, slowly moving towards her ass.

“Exactly what I thought,” He murmured. “Such a good girl.” 

His finger slowly slipped underneath the fabric, sliding into her wetness.

Gojo groaned, “All of that for me?”

Reina moaned in response, pressing her skirt into his groin. 

He grinded against her, “Is this what you want?” 

Reina nodded, her cheek brushing against the brick. He swiped a finger over her clit - eliciting a gasp.

“Your words,” he softly reminded, rubbing slow circles. 

“Y-yes, yes.” Reina’s eyelids fluttered, her head dizzy.

Gojo slid a hand up her side until he reached the nape of her neck, grabbing a fistful of her hair - pulling her back to where she could see his blindfold. “I’m savoring every second of this, Iyashi.” 

“Until I’m done taking what I want,” he pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder. “And then - when you’re begging for it - I’ll give it to you,”

Reina bit her lower lip, her orgasm building at the sound of his words. She was frantic for more contact, one hand pressed to the brick and the other reaching back for Gojo. Reina gripped his pants, pulling him to her.

“Just like that, Iyashi,” He groaned. “I want you desperate.”

His pace quickened, he let go of her hair for a second to lift the blindfold before returning his grip.

“Look at me,” he demanded. “I want to watch.”

Reina broke the moment her eyes met his, her breathy moans filling the air, “F-fuck.”

Her knees buckled slightly, Gojo let go of her hair to grab her hip - steadying her. 

“Gojo-sensei?” Itadori called from the other side of the alley, jogging in their direction.

Reina straightened up quickly, turning in the opposite direction. 

“Is that you?” he smiled, oblivious to Reina’s unusual actions. “Did you follow us?”

Gojo raised his hand in a wave, “Yuji! What kind of a sensei would I be if I wasn’t ready to help if you needed me?” he asked, touching his hand to his chest. “How did it go?”

Itadori recounted the mission as Kugisaki and Fushiguro meandered in their direction. The excited murmurs of the two building as Reina smoothed her skirt and joined the conversation.

The four walked ahead, Kugisaki pushing Itadori playfully as Gojo conversed with Fushiguro. Reina trailed behind, her legs unsteady - she fought to walk a straight line. The back of her neck burned, she pressed her hand to it in an attempt to cool down.

Lifting her chin, she watched as Gojo broke from the rest - lingering close to her. She sucked in a breath as he turned her way.

He lifted his fingers to his lips, sucking them into his mouth.

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chapter thirteen

[znitsamluv]

How would Baji,Chifuyu, Mitsuya react if they found out that their classmate (and Crush) is actually the boss/ Number two Boss of an enemy gang?

Aw oh !

Note : I had so much fun writing this one so I hope you enjoyed it !

Warnings: some mentions of gang fights but nothing detailed

Baji

Baji never really cared or paid attention to the other students with him in class well of course except for chifuyu .

Until that day he will never forget where you entered the classroom with that sweet smile you shined at everyone around you, Baji isn't the type to fall at first sight so it was lots of moments that made him set his heart on making you his , especially after that one time where peke j followed him to school and he didn't notice until he saw peke J in your arms as you cooed at the cute cat unknown to you that it belongs to Baji .

" I am telling you! She is an angel she looks like a beam of soft light !"

" are you sure it wasn't that big ass glasses you wear being fogged ?"

Chifuyu had to endure Baji talking about you most of the time that chifuyu already memorized your school routine from Baji's nonstop stories about you.

Baji saw you as a sweet girl who wouldn't hurt a fly so he almost passed out when he saw you in the front lines of the gang they were about to fight with, once the fight started his only goal was to find you first before another member does as the thought of someone hurting you made his jaw clench and blood boil , when he saw you in the field knocking toman members left and right he made his way to you, and you had the same reaction to seeing Baji as he did .

" Nerds can fight?"

The moment you said that you can see his soul leaving his body as he stared in disbelief, to his surprise you didn't hold back it was like a different person from the one he meets every morning.... he loved the contrast.

He lets you hit him as much as you want since he doesn't have the heart to hurt you and after the fight his face was all swollen and red from punches so chifuyu ran to him to make sure he was ok but felt weirded out when he saw a lovesick smile on His beaten up face .

" You ok ...? "

" She pulled my hair and I felt her soft hands from her punches"

" ??????"

The next morning at school you made your way to him and gave him a snack you had and left without saying anything, Baji understood you must have felt bad from hitting him yesterday and for the rest of the day he daydreamed about you, the snack you gave him is left untouched and taken care of on top of his bedroom drawer, he almost knocked chifuyu out cold for trying to eat it .

Chifuyu

He first noticed you when you were reading the last released volume of the manga he likes and got out his own manga from his backpack and walked in front of you 5 times back and forth trying to make you notice him until you finally did the 6th time .

You were happy to have someone to talk to about that underrated manga and Chifuyu was happy to talk to you, he listened to you as you talked about your favorite character and agreed with you on your hatred for that one side character , you guys also found out you live a block away from each other so for the last week you two would go to school together and walk back home together.

Chifuyu was worried and anxious to tell you that he can't walk home today since toman has a fight but he was surprised when you told him you will be busy after school he wanted to ask what will you be doing but he didn't want to seem nosy.

The poor guy had a heart attack when he saw you standing between your gang members all high and mighty , you stared back at toman as your eyes scanned the members and Chifuyu can see your eyes softened once you saw him , once the fight began you two didn't see each other as you two were busy but from time to time you two would look at the other fighting to make sure the other wasn't hurt , Chifuyu also acted like he was going to fall and took a member with him as he met the ground as that member was going to hit you when you weren't looking it was a sneaky move to protect you.

After the fight and after every one left you both sat in silence on the pavement, you two were exhausted and in slight pain but chose to stay like this for a while , neither wanted to talk first just sat in silence watching the sunset and the orange gradient of the sky kissing your skin , despite everything chifuyu felt his heart flutter. In that moment both of your phones received a notification in the same time so you opened it and immediately you both stood up happily.

" The new volume is out ! "

" let's go buy it !"

The people in the mange store looked at you weirdly seeing two beaten up teenagers giggling happily as they talked about nothing and everything, but chifuyu didn't care about the stares how could he focus on anyone else when you are in front of him with that sweet smile .

Mitsuya

Mitsuya is used to walking his little sisters to their kindergarten class even though it was far from the classroom building he attends but he wouldn't feel safe leaving them alone , the second his little sisters entered the class he turned his head once he heard a little girl call out his sister's name , he noticed you walking behind that little girl he assumes is your sister with a warm smile watching her interact with his sisters , you were wearing the same uniform as him so he walked to you to introduce himself, he was gentleman after all , he noticed the warm aura surrounding you, it was like a magnet attracting him the more he talked to you.

It all started as a friendship you joined the fashion club at school which mitsuya runs .

Mitsuya can't explain how he felt but the way his heart skips a beat when you compliment his work or the way his cheeks heat up when you lean closer to look at his designs , he loved watching you concentrate on your designs the way your eyes sparkle in passion and the way you hold your ground when receiving criticism, you were mature just like him .

It didn't take long for him to get attached to you , his day wasn't complete without you, he didn't even believe it was possible that he had come to hate the weekend because he couldn't see you , the way you move around the design studio, the way you insist on carrying the heavy fabrics around and the way you are sweet and kind to everyone made him love you more than he thought he was capable of .

Mitsuya came one day earlier than usual and saw you fixing a gang uniform, he asked you about it and you answered honestly, For the most part he was worried, he was worried you might get hurt but he knows you are capable of standing your ground.

It's your life and he can't pull you away from it just like you can't do to him , so you made a promise that what happens in the gang life stay there but outside of it they can do whatever they want .... in the end you were made for each other

[pixeldistractions]

They started out on the highway to bring back their bounty of eggs to the hotel. It wasn’t very late yet, but these early January nights had ended the day hours ago. Now the road shone ahead of them with the light of a full moon on the fresh white snow. The green glow of the dashboard lit Jordan’s face, and Maria took the opportunity to study him deeply as he drove, with little chance he’d catch her staring, as he told a story about his boys and how they messed up the living room couch and Colette blamed him for it. How he didn’t seem angry, only bemused and accepting of his fate.

“Wait, do you always sleep on the couch?”

“Heh, yeah, usually.” Then he seemed embarrassed, as if only just realizing that was unusual.

“Why, do you snore bad or something?”

“No, I don’t think so. She’s just very fussy. So many rules about when and how and for how long—it’s not worth the fight.”

Weird. Maria couldn’t imagine. If that man lived in her house, she wouldn’t keep him out of her bed for any reason, even if he snored like a train. She may have sighed audibly. Some women didn’t know their own waste.

“Joseph snored,” she told him.

Jordan chuckled at that. “Did he? You don’t talk about him much. I think that’s the only thing you’ve ever said about him, that he snored.”

Ha, funny how Maria didn’t want to think about her dead husband when she was with Jordan.

Jordan was quiet, considering something. “Can I ask, like, how it happened?”

“Oh, sure,” she said, digging up a time of her life that felt like another life entirely. “It was one of the earlier conflicts, in ’84. He was stationed in Hawaii, but they fought in the upper atmosphere. That’s how most of them went, if they didn’t make it back. You know, explosions.”

He looked at her then, for a moment, away from the road, his eyebrows raised with concern. “Geez, I’m sorry about that.”

She shrugged. “I guess nobody dreams of becoming a widow at twenty-two.”

“Life is wild, huh? I wonder if anyone’s life turns out the way they dream?”

His thoughts were heavy as he focused on the road, one hand on the wheel and the other fiddling with radio stations. So much fuzz, then country, which he didn’t seem to prefer. More fuzz, then he settled on some top hits station and turned the volume low.

“Did you always dream of the whole ‘house in the suburbs, white picket fence, two kids and a dog’ life?”

“That’s not so bad, is it?” she wondered. “I don’t know about the dog, maybe a cat?”

“Hm, Colette thinks I’m weird.”

Oh god, Maria thought. This is where he shares his dark secret, something grim, something disturbing, something grotesque. There is no perfect man on the planet. And what he was about to tell her could change her feelings for him. She grimaced. “Are you about to tell me you want to be a furry?”

“A furry!?!” He cackled with laughter. Out of control laughter, side splitting, spit spitting, aching in the face laughter. Despite his controlling a vehicle at 70 miles per hour, it was actually a welcome respite from the gravity of the whole rest of the day.

“Okay, now watch the road, mister.”

He was still chuckling softly. “No, I don’t want to be a furry. Not that I judge people who do, of course.”

“Of course,” she echoed.

He ruminated on his confession. She waited for it.

“I don’t want a house,” he said. “I wish we didn’t all have to live in houses, you know? You take out this giant mortgage to shackle yourself to this box, then you have to get some big ugly career you hate to pay for it all, because that’s what everybody says you’re supposed to do. It’s how you be an adult. A successful one. It’s everybody’s shining end goal. I don’t see the appeal.”

“Where would you live instead?” she asked. “You have to live somewhere.”

He shrugged. “A van, a tent, a sleeping bag under the stars.”

“Where would you keep all your stuff? I mean, everybody needs some stuff. Kids need a lot of stuff.”

“But what if we didn’t need so much stuff? Kids don’t even need all the stuff they think they need. Nature is a playground. Then the place you lived could be a lot smaller. You could move around easier. You could live truly free and unburdened in the world.”

Maria made a quick mental checklist of the contents of her own home and all the things in it. Her favorite chair by her bedroom window where she liked to sit with a latte and watch the sun rise, a soft knitted throw she bought at an arts fair, an abundance of pillows, more bottles of nail polish than she’d ever finish in a lifetime, a kitchen well stocked with spices and utensils and all the pots and pans, a very extensive boot collection to match any outfit. Sure, they were just things, but those things made her happy. The tiny joys that belonged to her within her four rented walls and a roof.

“Hmm, I don’t know. It’s a little weird. I think I’d miss all my stuff. It makes me happy, you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said. “Most people like stuff. Most people like houses, too. I’m just a weirdo.”

She tried to paint a mental image of him traipsing through a forest with only a tent on his back. He’d probably grow his hair and beard long and wear his clothes until they wore holes in them. He would make a cute hermit, and he would be happy. And maybe she would drive out to the forest and bring him cookies. And let’s be honest, he would probably be slightly ripe-smelling, so she’d take him to a river where they’d bathe each other in the rapids. Then he’d carry her, dripping and cold, to the riverbank and lay kisses over every inch of her wet skin until she grew hot with—

“I’m kind of shocked that you even know about furries,” he teased, breaking her fantasy. “I wouldn’t have guessed that about you.”

He had the most delightful smile on his face. And she blushed for several reasons all at once.

— “why are you here? #1: birthday cake” part 5/7

Next -> // WAYH #1 start // index

[idrawprettyboys]

I'm sooo happy with how this turned out! Aren't my boys beautiful?? This is Mitsuo and Kenji from a manga that I'm working on called Carkour. These guys take part in a Carkour tournament, which, as you can probably guess, is a mix between car racing and parkour. There's more to the story, but it's a secret! <3 

I colored this with watercolor and tried my best to give it a cel-shaded look with solid blocks of color, to make it look like an anime screenshot or official anime art. I'm really happy with the premise and aesthetic of this story so far. It feels like something that I could see being made into a real anime! I just have to make sure I stay motivated and don't give up on it when I encounter roadblocks. Like Kenji and Mitsuo, I too must overcome obstacles to get to my goal! 

My plan for this picture is to combine it with a background illustration of Chrome City, where the story takes place. I'm still working on the background, but I plan on digitally compositing it on Clip Studio once the backdrop is inked and painted. I'm excited to see it all together! I might use this for the cover of the first volume or the title page of the first chapter.

Just some notes: Mitsuo's hair is supposed to be white. It might look gray here, but that's because I wanted the shines to be visible. I ended up making all or most things that are meant to be white light gray instead. I wasn't sure whether to go with black or dark gray for the details on his outfit, but I decided on dark gray since he has a rather pastel aesthetic. As for Kenji, I adore his design even more than I thought I would! He's wearing one of my favorite color schemes and has such a nostalgic 90's/early 2000's protagonist feel, so I can't help but love him! I'm still working on his personality though. That will come with time.

[bihanarms]

Moonlight (Leon x Reader)

a little one shot that came to my mind while listening to "Moonlight" by Kali Uchis (what a queen..). it's a light smut, apologies in advance for any errors, and feel free to share your thoughts ;) enjoy your reading ladies!

After meticulously applying her gloss, enhancing her luscious lips with a touch of shine, (Name) cast a final glance at her reflection in the mirror.

You look absolutely stunning, she thought to herself, blowing a kiss towards her reflection.

She was confident in her appearance. Clad in a sumptuous long black satin dress that delicately hugged her feminine curves, she exuded an aura of self-assurance. The strapless dress accentuated her bare shoulders and her smooth, sun-kissed skin. The sweetheart neckline enhanced her cleavage, adding a touch of sensuality to her outfit. She felt like a goddess, ready to step out and dazzle anyone who had the chance to cross her path.

A few months had passed since her mission in Spain to save the President's daughter, and she had been invited to a private party organized by the White House. She knew she would be surrounded by important personalities, and that elegance was a must, but most importantly, she knew that her former mission partner, Leon, would be there.

And she was heading to the event with a clear goal in mind.

As she entered the building where the party was taking place, she arched an eyebrow as she noticed several heads turning at her arrival. The gazes seemed unable to look away from her. (Name) was a woman of breathtaking beauty, even in her everyday life. Her piercing eyes, enchanting smile, and mesmerizing lips made it seem like she descended straight from the heavens, and she was aware of it.

As a talented special agent, she excelled in her work, but outside of it, she took particular pleasure in going out and impressing the people she met.

She spotted Agent Kennedy sitting at the back of the room, near the bar, and their eyes met.

There you are, she thought in her head.

He appraised her with his gaze, swirling his glass of whiskey in his right hand, before turning back to the bartender. A slight glimmer of interest flashed in Agent Kennedy's eyes, but he showed no visible reaction.

You know, what was unique about Leon was that she felt irresistibly drawn to him in a way different from all the other men she had met. She was intrigued by his mysterious personality, his aversion to talking about himself or his past. Yet, she could see in his eyes every day that he had suffered greatly.

But it was precisely this aspect that made her feel intense emotions for him. Beyond his attractive physical appearance, she admired his strength, courage, and determination to always complete his missions, no matter how difficult, without ever being discouraged by his tumultuous past.

When they had been sent on a mission together in Spain, Leon and she hadn't had much opportunity to exchange about their lives, as both were preoccupied with the dire situation and their mission at that time. But she had felt several times his lingering gaze on her, and it was not a look filled with concern related to the situation they were in. It was a gaze filled with desire. A few times, their eyes met, locked for a few long seconds without a word being exchanged. But everything was in that stare, and (Name) had clearly felt it.

Leon heard heels echoing behind him as he finished his last sip of whisky.

"Good evening, handsome," said a feminine voice behind his shoulder.

"(Name)," he replied calmly without turning around.

The young woman took the stool next to him and also ordered a whisky from the bartender in front of them.

"Isn't it going to be too strong for you?" he continued with a teasing smirk.

"I didn't know you knew how to smile," retorted (Name) playfully.

"Hard to smile when you've lived my life," Leon replied, letting his suffering show through his eyes.

That gaze. That gaze that spoke volumes about his pain, and it deeply touched (Name). She knew that pain, she had felt it too. But that night, she wanted to try to replace that sadness with ecstasy.

She gently placed her right hand on the face of the special agent, forcing him to meet her bewitching gaze.

"You would like to think of something else, wouldn't you, sweetheart?" she whispered.

Leon was accustomed to the different nicknames that this woman called him, even during missions, he had already heard them. Unlike Luis' teasing attitude, whom he had met during this mission, (Name)'s nicknames never bothered him, and he had never made a remark asking her to stop.

He finally turned towards her, facing the young woman and staring straight into her eyes. She felt her heart race in her chest, overwhelmed by excitement. Her mind got lost in the deep blue of his eyes, and no words were exchanged for a few seconds. The look said it all between them. It was that way.

"Here you go, miss," said the waiter, breaking the silence as he brought the drink that (Name) had ordered.

She gave her partner a slight smile before turning to take a sip of whisky, maintaining that captivating attitude that could have made anyone swoon. Leon's gaze shifted to her lips, wondering if the taste of the drink would still linger if he decided to kiss her, then discreetly descended to her neckline, giving rise to naughty thoughts in his mind.

"I don't think we have time for any smalltalk " (Name) continued, deliberately placing her hand on the top of the government agent's thigh.

She leaned in slowly towards Leon's ear and whispered the following words: "I think we've spent enough time here. You should take me back to my place. I don't think the president would have a problem with the two agents who saved his daughter leaving early."

Leon's gaze instantly transformed, giving way to a burning desire. "You must be right."

.

(Name) had brought Leon to her place, and now the two of them were on the balcony of her apartment. The moon promised an enchanting reflection on the top of the buildings.

Kali Uchis' song "Moonlight" played in the background, creating an atmosphere charged with excitement, tension, and obvious desire. As usual, Agent Kennedy was not very talkative, while (Name) took a cigarette out of her pocket and brought it to her lips.

"I'm not offering you one-

Before she could even light it, she felt a strong arm pull her into an embrace, causing her to drop the cigarette to the ground in surprise. A wave of heat spread through her body as she found herself inches away from her soon-to-be lover. The moonlight danced in their eyes, and she felt her heart race with excitement.

"I thought we said no time for smalltalk" Leon said.

She let out a small laugh in response, followed by a slight gasp as Leon firmly grabbed her ass.

That wasn't expected from him. (Name) thought as Leon's fingers didn't hesitate to slip between her legs, sending a hot sensation through her lower body.

Their lips barely brushed against each other, and they could feel their breath quicken in mutual excitement as it only took one question before both of them succumbed to their primal instincts.

Leon finally captured (Name)'s lips, wasting no time in delicately sliding his tongue into her mouth, now dancing with his partner's. This kiss was filled with burning desire, reflecting the longing they felt for each other.

He wasted no time and abruptly lifted (Name) in his arms to carry her inside the apartment, their lips still sealed against each other.

My God, this kiss was something she had never been able to share before.

She needed him, needed to feel him close to her, skin against skin. She was so desperate to feel him inside her.

And as she wished, the night progressed, and they lost themselves in each other, exploring each other's bodies with passion, satisfying their primal instincts and mutual desires.

The only sounds in the apartment were their ragged breaths and moans, expressing intense pleasure. The night turned into a mix of emotions and intense sensations as they made love under the moonlight.

They let go of each other, putting aside all the bad memories and dreams they might have had at some point.

[sysmedsaresexist]

if it’s ok to ask a follow up question.. how can u differentiate between anp or ep or a mix of both and can a host be an ep?

Here's what Nijenhuis says from The Trinity of Trauma Volume III (p.17):

"‘Apparently normal parts’ (ANPs) primarily aim to achieve the goals of common life. ‘Fragile emotional parts’ (fragile EPs) primarily defend the basic integrity of life amid a devastating umwelt. ‘Controlling emotional parts’ (controlling EPs) primarily strive to generate and maintain a sense of personal power, of shining autonomy. To achieve their aims ANPs strive to ignore the phenomenal selves and worlds of the EPs. They strive to feel, know, and/or realize it as little as possible. In the attempt to delimit their fragility, ignoring (e.g., mentally avoiding) EPs is a form of control. Although fragile EPs feel and know themselves to be fragile, they long and strive to defend their very existence. Their defensive actions or passions involve a form of control. Stuck in the dreadful past, however, they remain more or less ignorant of the actual present in terms of the third-person’s conception of chronological time, place, and the unity the fragile EPs are a part of. Controlling EPs share this ignorance and try to ignore their fragility. They strive to control their life and their umwelt. Being prototypes, traumatized individuals can encompass both mixtures and variations of these three prototype."

To put this more simply, there can be any variation or mixture of the following:

ANP = Parts that aim to achieve the goals of daily life. They are usually avoidant or ignorant of the trauma and EP.

Fragile EP = Parts that are stuck in trauma-time. The past trauma still feels like the present for them, and they defend this perception and existence. The online community often calls them "trauma-holders."

Controlling EP = Parts that aim to aim to maintain their autonomy and power. They sometimes turn against other parts, or even people outside of the system. The online community often calls them "protectors" or "persecutors."

To help you tell the difference, ANP tend to have more higher processing while EP usually have more lower processing (see chart below):

Also, yes an EP can be a host.

[ang3lik]

nEed more jamie flatters content! would you consider writing some fluff?

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jamie cheered as arsenal scored their second goal of the night. cheers echoed from the balcony, the warm comforting weather smoothing out the air, wafting his thin curtains that led out onto the balcony in his apartment.

the smell of cigarettes and beer filled the air with a mix of jamie’s scent intertwined as you sat at the breakfast bar in his kitchen, perched upon a stool as you scrolled through your phone.

the game went to a quick ad as jamie sat up a little on his sofa, cracking his neck to loosen the discs as he turned his head over his shoulder to looks at you.

“flick the kettle on for us, babe.” he called out. your fingers trailed over the marble top, flicking the switch on his kettle as he stood up, the latter of his feet entering the kitchen.

he moved behind you, his hands ghosting over your hips as he pressed a small kiss to the back of your shoulder. he pulled out a glass from the cupboard, decorated with small cherries as he opened the fridge, he took out a diet coke and milk, setting them on the counter as he opened the freezer too.

you watched on as he pulled out a few ice cubes from the container, the glass clinking as he dropped them in before opening the can and pouring it in.

he looked over at you, honey eyes shining with love as he slid over the drink, it slowed on the counter infront of you as you flashed him a sweet smile in thanks.

he padded back on over, you ducked your head as he opened the cuboard pulling out a teabag and the sugar, pouring some in his mug and dropping the tea bag in before replacing the items.

he moved fast, familiar in his own home and your presence as he lowered his head to yours, his lips pressing to yours in a sweet kiss, both your eyes closing briefly as your lips moved in tandem, the flick of the kettle causing him to pull away.

he lifted the heavy metal up, pouring the searing water inside along with some milk before stirring it. you sighed lightly, stretching your back before standing, walking over to the sofa and sitting, jamie following behind as he sat beside you.

his arm draped over your shoulder as he set the mug down on the coffee table and put his feet up. he pulled your legs up under your thighs, laying them over his as his thumb rubbed up and down over your skin.

the sun began to set over south london, the game ending as the town tired. your eyes began to close as the warmth took over, your eyelids heavy after a while of sitting beside your lover.

he took notice as you slouched into a slumber, pulling the blanket off the back of the sofa, drawling it over you both and pressing the button on the side off his seat, laying back and bringing you with him before picking up the remote and lowering the volume as his own eyes began to weigh down.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @astarborntowrite @liyahsocorro @gr4veyardg1rl

[whencyclopedia]

The Ptolemies, Rise of a Dynasty: Ptolemaic Egypt 330–246 BC

The first volume of John D. Grainger's trilogy on the Ptolemaic Kingdom provides an overview of Ptolemaic history from 330 to 246 BCE. It explains the formation of the Ptolemaic Kingdom, focusing on the reign of Ptolemy II. A new overview of the Ptolemies is a timely idea but the result is underwhelming. The book adequately covers the dynasty's development and interactions with neighboring states. Yet, Grainger's shallow grasp of politics and society in Ptolemaic Egypt decreases its value.

In the introduction, Grainger makes the disconcertingly false claim that Ptolemaic Egypt’s political and military affairs were solely the province of Greek immigrants. He further states that no native Egyptian held office “above the level of the village headman.”(xii) This statement seemingly ignores the plethora of evidence for Egyptian governors, ministers, scribes, and priests who helped to run Egypt during the reign of Alexander the Great and his successors. Strangely, Grainger contradicts himself later in the book by briefly touching on Egyptian participation in the Ptolemaic military and political administration.

This initial flawed premise may be excused as a pretext for Grainger to focus on the historical accounts of Greek authors rather than on evidence from Ptolemaic Egypt. This would be an understandable decision on its own merit, as Greek history should be closer to the author's area of expertise. Unfortunately, the book falls short of even this limited goal. The usual primary sources are cited to build the basic framework of Ptolemaic history, but there is little critical analysis of these sources. The Ptolemies, Rise of a Dynasty is primarily a succinct summary of ancient authors such as Arrian, Diodorus Siculus, Justin, Pausanias, and Curtus Rufius, although it is not usable as a sourcebook.

Grainger succeeds in explaining the creation of fundamental Ptolemaic institutions, such as the royal cult, sibling marriage, and the cleruchic system of landed settler-soldiers. His grasp on Ptolemaic bureaucracy and fiscal policy is somewhat weaker, but this is fortunately not a focus of the book. Grainger makes the case that the foundational dynastic policies established under Ptolemy II, whose reign is often considered a high point in Ptolemaic history, actually paved the way for the dynasty's demise. He states that “the autocratic, extravagant, and unmilitary choices of Ptolemy II contributed directly to his empire’s eventual collapse.” (p. 260) This is an interesting idea, although it is never fully developed or expanded upon.

This book shines in its description of Mediterranean power struggles, guiding readers through Ptolemy I’s wars against the other Diadochi and Ptolemy II’s coastal wars from Asia Minor up to the Aegean. The Ptolemaic Kingdom's connections with the broader ancient world, from India to the Black Sea, are also mentioned. The first two Syrian Wars feature prominently, establishing the central conflict between the Ptolemaic Kingdom and the Seleucid Empire. The book closes with a brief period of peace during the end of Ptolemy II's reign, though readers are left with a good impression of how the seeds of future conflicts had already been shown.

The book has a handful of basic maps at the beginning, which are sufficient to help readers visualize where the action takes place. There is a collection of mostly public-domain images in the middle of the book. Grainger is at his best in the endnotes, when he is pointing readers in the direction of better books such as Gunther Hölbl’s A History of the Ptolemaic Empire (2001).

John D. Grainger is a former teacher and independent scholar. He has authored numerous books on Classical history, including multiple volumes dealing with the Hellenistic period and the Diadochi.

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[popponn]

things about michael kaiser.

kaiser is genuinely interesting and i really want to see more of him really. despite the vendetta i have against him for touching isagi's chin. so im rotating him in my head for a bit here for reasons. this is more of me observing and putting down what i perceive so far, especially with his personality. some are hcs and assumptions. manga spoiler up to uber match ending btw.

this guy is teasing isagi a lot and does not shy away from touching isagi when doing so. their literal first meeting, that one headpat—like is it more of a display of power? very likely.

but then look at how his face was at his teammates during vs barcha, then vs manshine, and in that screening room with ness. this guy is cold, like his expression change between cold, expressionless, or pissed. with sheeting and smug as an extra.

then come the vs uber + fragile ego theory (his volume cover that use glass chain instead of iron as usual, a pretty popular theory)—and yeah if his confrontation with chris and lorenzo is any indication. yeah, this guy got something going on there

which is where after this, as there is no backstory for him yet let's start headcanoning and/or analyzing his behaviour and lil bits of info. first thing first noa.

in barcha, part of this guy's strategy is staying away from the masters' 1v1. which is smart, very cool and understandable. shows that kaiser is not all smug and drive the point even more that he is talented and smart too. is in line with isagi's perception of him, a very good player—paraphrased btw.

but then vs mc came and stuffs gets interesting. after nagi's miracle goal, chris and noa enter the field. if you look at his face around here, he is clearly not happy.

and i think this is where kaiser's fragile ego really starts to show. nagi—the 'shitty baby chick'—pretty much 'win' against him and isagi and scored what pretty much is a super goal. a flashy one.

and now chris and noa, the #2 & #1 is in the field.

remember kaiser's goal? the one where he want to get out of bm via auction. and if anything so far, NEL shows us that you have to stand out to win higher bidding.

put it simply, probably the reason he is not happy at that point is that his chance to shine more is pretty much getting heavily hindered already.

and this is more headcanonny, but this guy definitely has a complex and a tendency. the said tendency is pretty much spelled out by chris—"going against the weaker one, but escape the stronger one". and even tho kaiser get pissed and go head to head with chris—probably due to a bruised ego, which would be a point that would came up again later—this tendency seems to be in line with him wanting to go out from bm.

"he can't shine with noa there"—if this was isagi or barou or rin, i highly doubt this sentence would appear at all. which is interesting because undoubtedly, so far, kaiser is shown as someone who is as strong if not stronger than isagi. but this, along with the line that kaiser said about him only feeling happy when putting people down, only shows his reluctance in 'fighting' noa. opting to just be in another club to reach the top.

i think this has potential to be read as "kaiser's ego is all about destroying other people" (aka the already corrupted mean girl esque guy get even worse and corrupted) or "kaiser will get schooled by the plot and isagi" (aka character development baby, in 'true? ego awakening' kind of way that might or might not be similar to various bluelockers). but as of now, uber is just ending and rin just appeared again. pxg and backstory not out yet so who knows

back to topic, calling kaiser's ego 'weak' right now is not wrong tho. it is easily bruised—it has been repeatedly so far, by chris and isagi during vs mc as the two most in the face examples.

but on another side, kaiser really is not an all talk guy. he is effective, definitely put himself on a high standard, and is not a lazy player (quite harsh on himself, if that uber goal of his was anything to go by). (personal bias and opinion, but i really hope his character will grow even after NEL. this guy is entertaining as hell to watch and he is like an onion. writing wise, i really like him.)

then there is his vendetta (?) with noa. while how and what their bond truly is hasn't been explicitly shown or talked about, there is definitely an odd, pretty antagonistic relationship as a mentor and a pupil there. noa seems to held a certain expectations for kaiser while kaiser seems to not like when noa meddles or comment on him. (and tbh, while isagi is the one 'chosen' by noa so far, i would be 0 percent surprised if noa in a way 'use' isagi to shape kaiser too. rationality, something something, rivalry, something. i will go back to this after i sleep maybe)

idk how far it goes but this guy sounds like a theater kid and he is dramatic. idk what to do with this.

so far we dont even know his age and height. and it's uber match ending......i will update this list one day. hopefully.

kaiser also has two popular theory going on about his back story. 'really poor like noa (and that's why in that one cover the ball under his feet is dirty)' or 'really rich because he seems pretty spoiled and unknowning of the harsh world (hence his weak ego)'. personally, i think both theories have their strength and weakness. so i will just shut up about this.

but back to kaiser's ego—which seems to be the biggest peek into his personality as a whole so far—i really wonder how will the theme of 'fragile ego' will eventually intertwine with his theme of 'doing the impossible'. like, blue rose, the sheer concept of kaiser impact being that OP, his overall capability in changing the flow of a match—this guy is just a reasonable and believable deus ex machina sometimes, for the lack of better wording.

but, truly, the fact that his friendliness and teasing persona is more of a facade. while the 'truer' part is more angry and cold is just chef's kiss.

it makes one really wonder about his speech about envy to yukimiya and his attitude. like this guy is disgustingly cocky towards those he saw as below him, is bothered when someone goes against him, and really dislike it when someone is better or manage to put him down.

and then there is still his comment about isagi—who still keep going even though kaiser repeatedly prove to him that kaiser is superior. like, again, this guy is so interesting in the way while there are conflicting aspects of him, i genuinely think they make sense. this is the guy who keeps looking up and put a high and harsh standard on himself, all while actively choosing to face people he knows are inferior to him instead of actively going up and clashing against stronger opponent. all while being very very skillful and talented.

while honestly there is a very sad undertone here, if my gut is right, this approach of his is really... cowardly? pathetic? in blue lock setting. like, the fact that he is not the main character aside, with this sort of personality and mindset? yeah no way he is becoming the best in the world.

all in all, a very interesting bastard that is more than what meets the eye. isagi being surprised of his play being so good feels relatable now.

very hc territory, but the classic trope of 'flirty confident guy with issues' being twisted this much is so fun. the issue genuinely makes me squint my eyes.

yeah okay, this guy have issues. i smell insecurities. with high self standard that must be hell. (hc, unconfirmed. still no kaiser backstory or height info or bday in sight so far.)

[violetduchess]

Attention

Summary: How the demon brothers fight for your attention.

Character(s): The demon brothers

Prompt: As you navigate the Devildom, you find yourself caught in the middle of the Demon Brothers' affections. Each one has their unique way of expressing their feelings, but in the end, their love for you is undeniable. While their approaches might differ, their ultimate goal is the same: to win your heart and cherish you as their own.

1. Asmodeus, the Envious: Asmodeus, being the demon of lust and desire, would certainly make his intentions clear from the start. He'd shower you with compliments and affectionate gestures, always vying for your attention. He'd show off his stylish outfits and impeccable grooming skills, making sure to look his best whenever you're around. Asmodeus would go the extra mile to make you feel special, constantly seeking ways to sweep you off your feet.

2. Mammon, the Greedy: Mammon, the Avatar of Greed, would use his natural competitiveness to win your affection. He'd shower you with gifts and lavish attention, always trying to outdo his brothers. Mammon would brag about his treasures and boast of his exploits to impress you. He'd take you on exciting adventures and show you the best that the Devildom has to offer, hoping to capture your heart with his charm and generosity.

3. Leviathan, the Envious: Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy, might have a more shy and subtle approach to win your affection. He'd spend countless hours researching your interests and hobbies, trying to find common ground. He'd invite you to play video games or watch anime together, creating a shared bond. Leviathan would open up about his passions and vulnerabilities, hoping to connect with you on a deeper level. He might get flustered and blush whenever you compliment his gaming skills or show genuine interest in his world.

4. Satan, the Wrathful: Satan, the Avatar of Wrath, would initially come across as standoffish and reserved. He'd find solace in his books and spend most of his time in the library, but he'd secretly keep an eye on you. Satan's love language would be intellectual discussions and debates, engaging your mind with his vast knowledge. He'd challenge your perspectives and enjoy spirited conversations. Over time, he'd reveal his softer side, showing you his love for animals and his gentle nature.

5. Beelzebub, the Gluttonous: Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony, might not be the most obvious contender for your affection, but he'd use his kind-hearted nature to win you over. Beelzebub would cook delicious meals and bake sweet treats for you, making sure your stomach is always full. He'd love going on food adventures together, trying out different restaurants and exploring various cuisines. Beelzebub's loyalty and protective instincts would shine through, always being there to lend a helping hand or a listening ear.

6. Belphegor, the Slothful: Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth, would take a more laid-back approach to win your affection. He'd enjoy spending lazy afternoons with you, lying in bed and sharing comfortable silence. Belphegor might surprise you with spontaneous acts of kindness, like leaving cute notes or small gifts for you to find. He'd appreciate your company and the calming effect you have on his restless soul.

7. Lucifer, the Prideful: Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, would approach the competition for your affection with a calm and composed demeanor. He values elegance and sophistication, and he'd make sure to showcase his refined qualities. Lucifer would take you to high-class events and engage you in stimulating conversations about politics, literature, and art. He'd offer guidance and support, always striving to bring out the best in you. Though he may seem distant at times, his actions would speak volumes, as he'd go to great lengths to protect and care for you.

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