#rev says to remember to drink water

[rafeandonlyrafe]

crazy, baby

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, reader is mean and jealous, female receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control), mentions of breeding, one use of daddy, curse words

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if anyone else spoke to rafe the way you speak to him, they'd probably never be seen again.

but you're not anyone else, you're rafes sweet girlfriend, at least he sees you as sweet, everyone else sees you as equally intimidating as rafe, if not more so because of the power you hold over him.

“rafe, bring me a water.” you call, not looking up from your phone. rafe stands up quickly, heading into the kitchen and bringing you back a water, but not just any water, a freshly cracked open evian bottle.

“here you go baby.” rafe hands you the water, and you don't even acknowledge him as you sip from it.

“do you want to go to a party soon?” rafe asks, and you sigh dramatically at being interrupted, even though all you're doing is scrolling.

“is kelces annoying new girlfriend going to be there? i hate that bitch.” you scowl.

“i told topper that if she's there, we're not there so she was not invited.” rafe says, running his hand through the hair that falls on the side of your face.

“okay, yeah, let's go then.” you shrug, getting up and walking away from rafe to get dressed. you sift through your dresses, trying to decide what to wear before you settle on a tight black dress.

you put it on along with your heels before finding rafe.

“you look so sexy, baby.” rafe groans, gripping your ass when you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your lips together in a kiss. 

“i know, i look hot.” you smirk, rafe nodding in agreement.

“now let me go show my hot girlfriend off to everyone.” rafe says, making you roll your eyes, but a smile still slips through your cold exterior.

you listen to your favorite music in the car while rafe drives you. you complain to him about going so slow, causing him to rev the engine and increase his speed well over the limit as you howl with laughter.

“what do you want to drink, baby?” rafe asks as you enter the party, knowing he's tasked with keeping a cold drink in your hand throughout the whole night, not caring when he has to suddenly leave a conversation to get you a refill.

“mmm, just a white claw please.” you lean closer to rafe, as if you're going to whisper in his ear, but you don't lower your volume down, letting everyone hear your next words, “don't want to get that drunk so i can remember how hard you fuck me tonight.”

rafe cups your cheek, moving your lips to his as he takes them in a hard kiss. “you drive me fucking crazy baby girl.”

you grin, watching as rafe heads away to get your drink. you head further into the party, leaving rafe to find you as you greet a couple of your friends, stopping to talk to topper about the party.

“here you go baby.” rafe finds you amongst the crowd, handing you the white claw, already opened, knowing you don't like to use your nails on the pop tabs.

“rafe, don't you think this music is pretty shit?” you question to rafe, but topper understands it's directed to him and stands up to change the song, knowing how you get when you're annoyed and not wanting to face your wrath.

you nod in approval when the music is changed from rap to more hip hop, knowing it's better for dancing and gloating to rafe how immediately the switch has more people heading to the makeshift dance floor on toppers patio.

“you were right, baby, you're always right.” rafe hums in agreement, watching you finish off your white claw.

“im gonna go dance with my girls.” you tell rafe, giving him a kiss before heading off. rafe knows he doesn't have to give you permission or even worry about you, you truly don't have eyes for anyone else, all other guys piss you off except for rafe.

rafe smiles as he watches you leave, completely infatuated with you, only half listening to whatever topper is talking about.

you find the few girls that don't annoy you and hug them quickly before joining in their dancing, shoving one of their boyfriends away when he tries to dance up on his girlfriend. you have told her to break up with him so many times and wish she would finally just listen.

“do you know the girl rafe is talking to?” one of your friends ask, but you don't even look to see who uttered the words as your head snaps to look at rafe, still in the same spot you left him, but there's a new girl in your place, some bottle blonde that has your blood boiling. she's talking her head off while rafe stands there disinterested, holding another white claw for you when you're done dancing.

“what the fuck?” you growl, stomping through the crowd to rafe. you smack the drink out of his hand, letting it spill all over the floor.

“baby, what's wrong?” rafe questions, but you've already turned your attention to the girl.

“back off my boyfriend you whore.” you shout at her, rafe wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you from physically fighting her. “he would never go for an ugly slut like you anyways!” 

the girls eyes widen, rushing away from you and rafe as you turn to him in anger. “i walk away for a couple minutes and you start flirting with some other girl?” you shout.

“baby, she was just talking to me and i wasn't even listening. calm down.”

“rafe cameron don't you dare tell me to calm down!” you yell, but rafe simply ignores your outburst, leaning down to pick you up, throwing you over his shoulder. you shout and beat your fists against his back, but rafe keeps walking, heading upstairs as you groan.

“im mad at you, rafe.” you frown when he sets you down in one of the guest bedrooms.

“and im gonna make it up to you, baby. gonna fuck you, yeah?” rafe says, tugging the top of your dress down, revealing your tits to him.

“since you wanna be a brat, im gonna fuck all the attitude out of you.” rafe shrugs, hands gripping your chest, playing with your nipples.

“you think you can just fuck me to make up for almost cheating?” you complain, but reach to grip rafes cock.

“i didn't almost cheat, you know that. i would never. you're my girl, my perfect girl. i only want you.” rafe leans forward, kissing you before you can argue back. “i love you sweetheart.”

you moan against rafes lips, feeling him harden under your fingertips. “i love you too.” you pull at rafes shirt, and he disconnects your lips to take it off. “im sorry for being jealous.”

“it's okay. clearly i haven't been taking care of you enough for you to get all pent up.” rafe says, tugging at the waist of your dress, pulling it up to reveal your small panties.

“turn around.” rafe commands, and for once you listen to him, bending over the bed and placing your hands on the comforter to stabilize yourself.

“why would i ever want another girl after having your pretty pussy?” rafe sinks to his knees behind you, rubbing his hands over your bum, giving it a light smack before tugging your underwear down your legs.

“eat me.” you say, and rafe moves quickly to shove his head between your legs, tongue and mouth working quickly over your pussy.

“fuck, right there.” you groan when rafe flicks over your clit. you angle your hips to give him even better access, his hands gripping your shaking thighs to keep you stable.

“m-more.” you whine, grinding your cunt down onto his face. rafe drags his tongue back through your folds until he reaches your hole, his tongue pushing in as he thrusts it in and out.

you moan loudly, not caring if anyone passing by can hear you. it's not the first time you've hooked up at a party, or even a party at toppers house. everyone knows how crazy you two are for each other.

“give me your cock, rafe cameron.” you tell him, and rafe presses a kiss to your clit before standing up. you lean forwards, shaking your bum by swaying your hips side to side, enticing rafe as you hear him undoing his pants and dropping them to the ground.

you let out a whine when you feel his cock press against your entrance. he teases you there for a moment, making you wait, and just when you are about to shout for him to hurry it up, rafes hips push forward and he sinks his cock into you in one smooth motion.

“fuck!” rafe shouts, feeling your cunt squeezing him. he immediately starts to move, his cock hammering in and out of you as rafes large hands grip your hips. he pulls you back into him, but you don't even need the encouragement, rocking your body back and forth, moving in time with him.

the harsh slapping sound of your skin hitting each other each time echos around the room.

“fuck me faster, rafe.” you tell your boyfriend, who starts to buck his hips into yours, not fully pulling out before he pushes back in, wanting to stay buried deep inside of you as much as possible.

“like that.” you moan appreciateivly.

“my pretty girlfriend, moaning like a slut for me.” rafe smiles down at you, “so jealous just from seeing a girl stand near me, you're all mine. you love me so much.”

“i do love you rafe.” you say, his hands gripping your hips tighter at the declaration.

“and i love you more. fucking crazy about you, crazy about this pussy.”

“yeah?” you smirk. “gonna fill this pussy up?”

“of course baby, gonna put a baby in you, gonna make sure you can't leave me even when you threaten to.” rafe says, knowing two things: that you are on birth control and not actually able to get pregnant, and despite you often getting mad and saying you're going to leave him, that you are never going to.

“yes, daddy, fuck a baby into me.” you moan, reaching a hand down to rub at your clit, already pulsing from rafes talented mouth.

“i hope everyone hears you moaning for me. im yours, baby, im yours.” rafe moans, throwing his head back as he can't hold back any longer, his cum spurting into you, causing your orgasm to overtake your body as well.

you collapse forward into the bed, unable to keep yourself up as rafe moves with you, keeping himself buried in your pussy.

“are you calm now?” rafe asks, making sure to carefully pull out of you, watching as his cum drips onto the comforter.

“i am.” you hum, eyes fluttering closed with your cheek pressed against the mattress.

“want to go home and fuck some more or want to go back to the party?” rafe asks, getting himself redressed, handing you your underwear when you finally sit up.

“mmm, party for like half an hour so everyone can see how fucked out we both look than home for more.” you say, putting your panties back on and readjusting your dress, leaving the bed a mess for topper or more likely his family maid to take care of.

“you're crazy, baby.” rafe laughs, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“and don't you forget it.”

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[kqyslyho3]

✧.* Motorcycle Matt ✧.* M.S

✧.*Part 1 ✧.*

Warning and what to expect!: smut and matt on a motorcycle. dom matt

Y/N stumbled out of the bar, a little tipsy from the numerous drinks she had consumed. She had been drinking alone tonight, trying to escape the loneliness that had been consuming her lately. As she fumbled with her keys, she suddenly remembered that her best friend Nick had a brother, Matt, who lived nearby.

With a quick drunken decision, Y/N dialled Nick's number, hoping that he could give her a ride home, as she no longer trusted herself to drive. However, Nick couldn't make it as he was busy with his own plans for the night.

'I'm sorry, Y/N. I wish I could come get you, but I'm out with some friends right now,' Nick apologized over the phone.

Y/N sighed in disappointment, but she understood. Nick was always a loyal friend and she couldn't blame him for not being able to come to her rescue.

'It's okay, I'll figure something out,' Y/N replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

But Nick could sense her desperation. Being her best friend, he knew about Y/N's struggle with loneliness and he felt guilty for not being there for her. Nick knew that Y/N didn't get along with his other brother, Matt, but he couldn't think of anyone else who could give her a ride.

'Wait...I think Matt is still at his place. Let me call him and see if he can come get you,' Nick suggested, hoping that Y/N would be okay with the idea.

To his surprise, Y/N agreed. She was a little hesitant about being alone with Matt, but the thought of getting home quickly overpowered any other concerns. Nick quickly called Matt and explained the situation to him.

Matt had been lounging in his living room when he received Nick's call. He sighed in annoyance, wondering what Y/N could possibly want from him. They had never been on good terms. Matt was always the 'odd one out' in the triplet relationship. Nick and Chris were inseparable, while Matt was the black sheep of the family.

Reluctantly, Matt agreed to go pick up Y/N. He grabbed his leather jacket and helmet and jumped on his motorcycle, speeding towards the bar. When he arrived, Y/N was standing outside, shivering in the cold.

'Hey,' Matt greeted, not sure what else to say.

'Hey,' Y/N replied, looking up at him. She was taken aback by how handsome Matt was. Unlike Nick and Chris, who were tall and athletic, Matt was lean and muscular, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes.

'Um, thanks for coming to get me,' Y/N said awkwardly.

'No problem,' Matt replied, trying to keep his cool. He offered her his helmet, silently asking her to hop on behind him.

Y/N hesitated, not sure if she should trust Matt or not. But she was freezing and desperate to get home. So, she put on the helmet and climbed on behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Matt revved the engine and took off, speeding down the streets with Y/N clinging onto him for dear life. As they rode, Y/N couldn't help but feel a strange attraction towards Matt. His muscles felt hard against her body, and his scent was intoxicating. She couldn't believe that she was actually enjoying being with him.

Finally, they arrived at Matt's house, an apartment on the outskirts of the city. Matt parked the bike and helped Y/N off, leading her inside. As soon as they stepped into the warm house, Y/N realized how drunk she was. She stumbled and almost fell, but Matt caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

'Careful there, princess,' Matt said, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.

'Thanks, Matt,' Y/N said, feeling her face flush with embarrassment.

Matt led her to the couch and helped her sit down. He then went to get her a glass of water, hoping that it would sober her up a little. When he came back, Y/N was still sitting on the couch, but she looked completely different. Her eyes were filled with desire, her breaths were coming out in short gasps, and her cheeks were flushed with a deep shade of red.

Matt couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had never thought of Y/N in a sexual manner. She was Nick's best friend, and he had always seen her as just that. But now, as he looked at her, he couldn't resist the temptation.

'Y/N, are you okay?' Matt asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

'I'm fine. Just...I'm really horny right now,' Y/N admitted, her words slurring a little.

Matt's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe that Y/N was being so bold. He had always seen her as a shy and reserved girl, but now she was completely different. Before he could say anything, Y/N grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast, her eyes pleading for him to touch her.

Matt groaned at the feeling of her soft flesh in his hand. He knew this was wrong, but he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, one hand still on her breast, while the other grasped her hip, pulling her closer to him.

Y/N moaned into the kiss, giving in to her desire. She had always found Matt attractive, and now that they were alone, all her inhibitions were gone. She wanted him, and she wanted him now.

Their kiss turned more aggressive, with tongues tangling and hands roaming all over each other's bodies. Matt pulled Y/N's shirt off, revealing a lacy black bra that was barely covering her ample breasts. He quickly unclasped it, letting her breasts spill out.

He took one nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking it, making Y/N moan in pleasure. His hands roamed down her body, finding their way inside her pants, feeling her wetness.

'God, Y/N, you're so wet,' Matt groaned, rubbing her clit with his fingers.

Y/N whimpered, bucking her hips against his hand, desperate for release. Without warning, Matt slipped two fingers inside her, making her cry out in pleasure.

'Fuck, Matt, yes!' Y/N moaned, her head falling back as she rode his fingers.

Matt couldn't hold back any longer. He needed to be inside her, to feel her clench around him. He quickly pulled off his clothes and positioned himself between her legs, teasing her entrance with the head of his hard cock.

'Please, fuck me, Matt!' Y/N begged, her hands gripping his shoulders.

Matt couldn't deny her any longer. He plunged into her, making her scream in pleasure. The feeling of being inside her was indescribable. She was tight and wet, and he knew he wouldn't last long.

With each thrust, Y/N's pleasure increased. She had never felt so full and satisfied. She wrapped her legs tightly around Matt's waist, pulling him closer to her.

Matt's movements became rougher and faster, both of them lost in the moment. He was slamming into her, his cock filling her completely. Y/N was a mess, her moans and screams filling the room as she reached her peak.

With one final thrust, they both came undone, their bodies shaking with pleasure. They collapsed onto the couch, Matt still buried deep inside her, both of them trying to catch their breath.

'That was...amazing,' Y/N panted, looking up at Matt with a satisfied smile.

'You're amazing, princess,' Matt said, kissing her forehead.

They stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other's company. Y/N couldn't believe what had just happened, but she didn't regret it one bit.

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅••❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

Kqysly notes-

SURPRISE ITS A SERIES!!!

*posted december 16 2023 at 7:55 pm (est)*

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[ghostboneswrites2]

Sick of You pt.2

Second part to this request.

Summary: Reader saves Daryl's ass again and finally gets the respect she deserves.

18+ MDNI || Warnings: TWD Typical violence, profanity, over the counter drugs

        Things have gotten better since your heated exchange with Daryl in the woods. You two haven't grown any closer, but you don't feel the need to avoid him anymore. The most you get is a curt nod when he passes you by. You're fine with that, though. 

        Today is your rest day, so aside from morning and afternoon inventory, you don't have any chores on your itinerary, which you are grateful for. Most people get rest days once a week, but you tend to be forgotten in that regard, so yours aren't nearly as frequent. Your only plans for the day are to sleep, eat, drink, and repeat. That is, of course, until;

        "Hey, (Y/N)? I hate to ask, but everyone else is swamped with work today. Daryl was supposed to be back hours ago. I'm worried something might've happened." Rick asks, leaning on the bars of your cell. You reluctantly uncrust your sleepy eyes and stare down at him. "It was supposed to be a quick in-and-out at the pharmacy just a few miles down the road due south. It's a small town, barely any walkers last I was there. Think you could go and see what you see?"

        You sigh and sit up. "Sure." You croak.

        "I really wouldn't ask if--"

        "It's okay. Really. I don't mind." You wave him off. You do mind, actually, quite a bit. However, it's only fair if you're the only one not working.

        "I'll load a car for you. Just get yourself ready. I'll have all the supplies you need in the car." He says. You nod and he walks away. With a groan, you yawn and stretch before quickly throwing on your cleanest jeans and least stained shirt. 

        "All loaded up." Rick informs you as you approach the vehicle. "Water, snacks, weapons, some tools if ya need 'em." 

        "Cool." You nod. "Thanks. I'll be back."

        "Be safe."

----

        The town was not clear of walkers. Not at all. There was a swarm of them around the little drug store where Daryl was supposed to be, and judging by how desperately the walkers clawed at the building, you could only assume he was trapped in there. God damn it.

        "Shit." You mumble as you slowly drive by the building. A few walkers turn their attention to you, but not enough. Then, you remember the Bon Jovi CD Rick had tucked away in the glove compartment. "Hell yeah." You smirk to yourself as you stop the car and slide the disc into the player. You crank the radio as loud as it'll go. The first song that plays feels ironic, as it's called Wanted Dead or Alive. You shrug it off and honk the horn, revving the engine, trying to gain as much undead attention as you can.

        "Come on you dead fucks!" You call out of your cracked window that you inched down for airflow. "Come and get me!"

        The dead begin to peel away from the building, inching toward your car in a swarm. Before you can get buried too deep in corpses, you press the gas, driving just fast enough that they couldn't catch up, but not so fast they'd lose interest.

        For the sake of spirit, you belt out the lyrics you know. Any extra noise to draw them after you.

        "I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride.. I'm wanted dead or alive.. Wanted dead or alive"

        You can't help but laugh at the stupidity of the situation. The song, the walkers, the way you're singing. It was like going on a road trip with a divorced dad or something. As you peek in the rearview mirror you realize just how many of them were after you now. At least twenty, maybe more. There was no way you'd be able to fight them all off, not even with Daryl's help. You resort to taking a turn down a random street, hoping it would circle back to the main road and you'd be able to lose them that way. 

        Luck is not on your side today, though. The road turns out to be a dead end. What are your options here? This puttering little car wouldn't survive a rogue assault if you tried to mow through the herd. No, you'd have to get clever, and fast, because your car is stopped and they're getting close.

        In a fit of quick thinking, you throw the bag Rick packed for you over your shoulder and make a run for it into the trees surrounding the street. You leave the car running with the music blaring. Hopefully that will keep the bulk of them focused on the car while you make a break for it.

        The plan works for the most part. Any of them that followed you into the trees are too far back to be an immediate concern, and the few stragglers in the woods that are being drawn to the sound of the radio are easy enough to take down if they get too close for comfort.

        You dodge branches and fallen logs as you bolt through the trees back toward the main road. When it's in sight, you're relieved to see only a small amount of walkers remained. You don't worry about them. Instead you backtrack to the pharmacy as fast as you can, hoping Daryl will still be there waiting for you so you don't have to try to get back to the prison on your own without wheels.

        Your chest is starting to feel tight and hot as the cardio catches up to you. As you slow to a slow jog, you peer over your shoulder. Five or so walkers are behind you, but you have enough distance on them to ignore them for the time being. You decide to keep your slow jogging pace. The pharmacy is in view now. All you have to do is keep going forward, so you do.

        When you make it, you're completely out of breath. The vehicle Daryl took that morning is still there, so you know he hasn't left, and if he did he's on foot, which wouldn't be smart. You tug at the doors but they don't budge. You look back down the road. The walkers are a bit closer now.

        "Daryl!" You call at the glass, hoping he hears you. "Daryl let me in!"

        You slap at the glass but there's no movement from inside. 

        "Shit!" You exclaim. The walkers seem to be moving faster now that you're beginning to panic. You run around the building to see if there's a back door you can slide in through. There is, but it's locked. "Damnit!" You shout, kicking at the metal door. You know it won't open,  but you figure maybe the banging of your boot against the metal will inspire Daryl to let you in. Speaking of, why isn't he letting you in? "Daryl! You okay in there?" You call for him. You don't have time to wait for a response. 

        Snarling bodies are creeping around the corner of the building. You pull your knife from your belt and ready it as you back away slowly. You can't decide if you should take them on or not. There are only a few, but there's still only one of you. "Fuck it." You mutter, lunging to stab one in the skull before backing away again. 

        You continue this maneuver as you circle the building. You keep your distance, lunge at one, then back away again. When you make it around the front again, you see movement from inside. "Daryl!" You call out. There are only two walkers left. You can take them, but you can't take the rest that are sure to find their way back to you.

        The door swings open, and a bolt flies into one of the walkers. With haste you take down the last one and retrieve the arrow before you run inside. Daryl slams the door behind you and locks it.

        "The hell you doin' out here, girl?" He hisses.

        "Saving your ass, Dixon." You cross your arms triumphantly. "Which, I did a pretty damn good job at."

        He ignores your gloating and drags you away from the glass, crouching with you behind the sales counter.

        "The herd. That was you?" He asks.

        "Yup. Bon Jovi came in clutch, if I do say so myself." You grin.

        "Huh." He nods. "Well, we still got another problem."

        "What is it?"

        "The car. Someone siphoned the gas out while I was in here grabbin' the meds.Didn't even hear 'em. Tried to start it up and it wouldn't crank, so I got out and saw the gas tank open."

        "Shit." You throw your head back. "I had to ditch the other car to evade the damn freaks."

        "Alright." He sighs. "We just need a plan, and fast. Before that herd circles back."

        "Okay." You take a breath. "So, no vehicle, herd incoming, need a plan... Why don't we just book it? Run as fast as we can through the trees before the walkers come back. The prison is only a few miles away. We can be back bye tonight."

        "Nah. No idea how many of 'em are out there, or who else is out there. Walkers don't get tired, we do." He shakes his head.

        "Well, do we really have another option?" 

        "Guess not." He nods. "Here." He holds out a packet of pills. You examine the label.

        "Caffeine pills?" You press your brows together.

        "Worth a shot. Might keep us goin' longer." He shrugs. You nod. 

        "Good idea." You say as you pop two pills out of the packet and swallow them. You pull a water bottle from your bag and chug it, offering it to him when you're done. He takes two pills for himself and takes a few swigs of water before you pack the bottle away and stand up. 

        "Ready?" He asks.

        "Yeah, but first I gotta ask. Why didn't you let me in the first time I tried?" You wonder.

        "Passed out. Walker was in here, caught me off guard. I hit my head. Stayed up long enough to lock the doors. Woke up to you bangin' in the back."

        "Oh." You nod. "I'll forgive you this time."

        With that. the two of you run out of the back and into the trees behind the parking lot. You follow him, assuming he knows where he's going, and don't stop until you can't run anymore.

        By that point its nightfall. 

        "Daryl." You pant. "I can't anymore."

        He slows down and leans on a tree, propping his hands on his knees while he catches his breath.

        "Okay. We walk from here." He agrees.

        "Here." You offer him some water, which he gladly takes. You drink some too before tucking it away again. You stumble behind him as the two of you walk, exhausted from sprinting and coming down from the caffeine rush.

        "So." You begin.

        "So?"

        "So... I showed you what I can do." You gloat.

        "Yeah." He sighs. "Ya did good, (Y/N)."

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various headcanons of tr characters !

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if you say or do something stupid, hanma won't let it go. period. it will become an inside joke, something he uses to see u laugh, also he will do that with things he's done too. use 'em as stories to cheer u up.

emma sano would be so aggressively caring ,, but in the cutest way ever. cutely aggressive texts urging you to drink some water, eat something and get rest before she rushes over to do it for you !

thinking about petshop trio ,, chifuyu and kazutora eventually push baji to get a piercing ,, he ends up getting an industrial ,, sbsjs. it shows when he pulls his hair up also, chifuyu has considered a nose piercing. he likes simple studs.

sanzu deals with mania and or hypomania. for him they can be really scary because he also uses drugs and that heightens how he feels and emotions during that time. he calls it 'madness episodes', after his episode is over (for him they last a while. anywhere from a week to almost 4 weeks) it takes a while to get him calm. even after it ends. haruchiyo craves being close to you, sharing your warmth and inhaling your scent. it calms his nerves like an anesthetic. please indulge him.

kakucho likes chocolate chip waffles. like he just doesn't like pancakes for some reason. you start to notice a pattern when he makes waffles in the morning on his days off. he only eats his choco chip ones. maybe strawberries on top.

when hanma wakes up (whenever his ass does) I think he has like leftover eyeliner smudged around his eyes ,, also playing playing his long fingers and tracing his tattoos ugh

shinichiro with an s/o who's slightly taller but their love language is physical affection. they give minimal acts of affection though. hand holding, hugs. etc. one of shins fav acts of affection is when his s/o ruffles his hair. he'll get all flustered with warm tinted cheeks, eyes squinted and a goofy smile on his face. he's so cute :(

if I saw south, I'd try n hang off his arm ,, I just think it would be funny I also think he's a fan of play fighting ,, i think he will ruffle tour hair and pick you up like a cat ,, by the scruff of ur hoodie

mikey's texts that may not make sense. the typing looks like 2007 scene tumblr, all lowercase with words shortened so bad it doesn't make sense and faces like [:(, XD, :p] his texts look like ; 'hiii bby !!! im almst ther jst wait a bit kay !!!! I promise u he's abt to jump on his bike and visit u, or calls where he's just about to fall asleep but tried his hardest to stay awake for you so he can heat ur voice ,, even though that makes him feel even calmer. it's gonna put him to sleep

koko has money, but like he has nice shit, he takes this nice, modded car, he goes around at night, driving to get a break from the bonten trio shit ,, playing around with his loud ass engine revving it up. then goes on his spotify premium with one of his favorite playlists

for stay home dates mitsuya sets up his record player to play old, classics and sway his partner around when they aren't feeling so good to cheer them up :(

sleeping/nap dates with mikey are a staple ! no matter if you're immersed on a book or your scholastic duties, or even cooking he will pull you for a nap.

sanzu plays around with tarot cards and gives readings when he's completely high or drunk. the other executives pay no mind to it, but when he sobers up and asks the execs what he said about the cards and goes 'yeah, that sounds just about right, but just this and that too." the execs look blown out of their mind and slightly scared that he remembers

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[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Just watching this show and falling deeper and deeper into my ... Idk. Whatever. I love them all.

C/W ::: Fluff, a couple of suggestive things but that's all.

♡ Almost as shy as you are.

♡ Is more forthcoming if he's had a lot of caffeine.

♡ Purposely drinks caffeine just so the two of you will have a snowballs chance in hell of getting anything done that day.

• Still asks if he can kiss you sometimes.

• Gets thrown off his game if you're feeling brave and you ask him where he wants to kiss you.

• Holds your hand - even if you're just at home watching tv.

¸. Always drives and never give you the opportunity to say no. If you try, then he'll compromise and you guys will take your car.

¸. Loves that you go to ALL of his games (regardless of whatever else you're doing, you will fight hell and high water to be there for him).

¸. Loves hearing you cheer for his teammates almost as much as he does hearing you scream his name from the crowd (and yeah, he knows your voice, he'd know it from anywhere).

* Has had an eye on an engagement ring since your 5th date.

* Was the first to say the "L" word.

* Hasn't stopped saying it since.

@kazutora-kurokawa @katshimizuu @arlerts-angel @viburnt @darkstarlight82 @southside-otaku (I can't remember if you wanted just tok rev stuff or not, but if you only want TR stuff, let me know and that's all I'll tag you in from here on out. Thanks!)

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[walkswithmyfather]

“Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.” —Revelation 3:20

“What Is the Meaning of 'Behold I Stand at the Door and Knock' in Revelation 3?” By Clarence L. Haynes Jr.:

“In the book of Revelation Jesus gives messages to seven different churches. Some scholars would say these churches represent seven types of churches you may find or seven types of people you may find in the church today. One of the churches that received one of his strongest messages was the church of Laodicea. In light of this church and the challenges this church had, what is the meaning of 'behold I stand at the door and knock'?

What Does 'Behold I Stand at the Door and Knock' Mean? Are there any Laodicean spaces in your heart where you think you are doing fine, but you have shut Jesus out? Where you are neither hot nor cold so you are not good for anything. If there are then the same invitation extends to you as it did to this church. Behold he stands at the door and knocks. Will you let him in? The difference between experiencing all God’s best and settling for much less and much worse hinges on whether you decide to open the door. We often use this verse to talk to unbelievers but remember he was talking to the church. Let’s make sure we always have the door of our heart open to Jesus so that he is able to do everything he wants to do in our lives.

Why Did Jesus Say 'Behold I Stand at the Door and Knock' to the Church of Laodicea in Revelation 3? Jesus didn’t have anything positive to say about this church. Here are the strong words Jesus used to described the church in Laodicea.

“I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth. You say, ‘I am rich; I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.’ But you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked. I counsel you to buy from me gold refined in the fire, so you can become rich; and white clothes to wear, so you can cover your shameful nakedness; and salve to put on your eyes, so you can see.” – Rev. 3:15-18

Here are three characteristics of the church at Laodicea:

They were lukewarm. This was a church that was neither hot nor cold. Many people believe this lukewarm only means they were straddling the fence between the world and the church. What it really means is that they were good for nothing. They had no value they could offer. Laodicea was situated near two other cities, Hieropolis which was known for its hot springs that were good for healing and Colossae which was known for cold waters which provided refreshment. Because Laodicea was lukewarm the water they produced was not good for healing or refreshment and thus was not good for anything. As one scholar put it, you can drink hot tea or cold tea but warm tea is pretty much useless.

They were materialistic. This church was rich in material possessions which created a false sense of God’s blessing. This church is a reminder that you cannot equate the blessing of God to anything material, that is not a representation of spiritual maturity, or an indication God is pleased with your life.

They were spiritually poor. The worse part of this church is that they were spiritually bankrupt and they didn’t even realize it. If you would have asked them, they would tell you everything is alright, we are experiencing the blessing of God because look at all we have. Yet amid physical riches, they were lacking in any real spiritual blessings. Sad to say, many in churches today are unaware of their own spiritual lack.

How Does This Tie into Verse 20 ‘Behold I Stand at the Door and Knock’? Knowing what was happening in Laodicea helps you know the meaning of behold I stand at the door and knock. Let me point your attention to a few thoughts.”

[Read more here.]

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[wakeupfreanz]

I just read your recent enhypen reading and damn I think I have an idea of who might be experiencing health issues and he's my bias, almost half of them have been on small hiatus before because of health issues but the only one who we know has had health issues in the past too it's sunoo, he said he had a quite big operation before debuting, but that's all we know. Im very worried about him, if it's ok for me to ask- could you do a reading on his health, is he doing ok currently? Also I'm very worried he might be one to leave the group, even before debuting SO SO MANY fortune tellers and tarot readers have been saying at least one of them will leave. Objectively, it's very hard for just one member to leave the group/company unless there's like a big scandal behind the scenes like some examples we know of but for health reasons there might exceptions or things like a long long hiatus, so my thing is, could you do a reading of if he's going to leave the group? And maybe a quick career reading for him? Would the company let him leave lol. N ways thanks a lot for that reading, remember to drink water and take a break from time to time <3

Hi friend! Sunoo is my lil angel, let's get into the tea.

Health check 11/7/22: Moon, 2oC, Fool, 6oW. So at the moment, his physical health is questionable, dubious. Mentally, he seems to be doing okay? He might be very engaged in escapism as a means for happiness and self preservation. Another card for the physical health, 8oC. Yeaaaaaaah something is going on in terms of either deterioration or the joints/bones. Don't love that for him at all, he might be dealing with a chronic pain but is trying to manage it holistically possibly. Like a chiropractor. Will he leave ENHYPEN?: 4oW rev, likely not. However, this is more related to the immediate present. The peeking cards suggest very strongly that departure is on his mind/a consideration. If he desires to leave, he hasn't made any plans to do so. Career prospects?: PoC, QoW, 9oS, KoS. He's going to be taking a lot more agency it seems. He is likely to try to stick out more and will succeed greatly in some areas and might fail in others. It feels like he might have something consume him enough to stop him from rapidly progressing like a mental health break for an indefinite amount of time. If not this, he's going to be dealing with a lot of stress over this next year while trying to keep his head above water. Thus tl:dr he's going to be doing well, but unfortunately at the cost of his wellbeing in some aspects.

[rgs-savant-praytell-airor]

My recovery password Vamerica4wheeldrive 🌈

In the beginning was the word and the word was with God and the word was god.

Voice:

Mylove/geogee2

Pword:

I don't know/only God knows (not2recitebutknow)3

Cellphone:

I am ac/I am jesus christ1

Visual:

Bird nation attack/conquering lion of judah/triple crossoldman shiv.3(believeinursoul)

Also all women obey flesh/ the fame the beauty the grace the honor the power, jesus.2

Bird DNA like birds attacking the voices brain power / 2012 born again.1

And of course formula* 1 bud powerhighwords.

.......

Mylove/flesh

Cash.women.power.iam. badassmoms.birddnanation💥

Geogee/spirit

Jesusfatherequation.sons. glory.paincross.cribs.lordofhostsevencloud.thatiam💯

Pword:idk/ogk...the instantaneous feeling access code combined with the vivid 2012. Old man n u bonding heal. America 💥.

Tour p.a. like stations of the cross😳iamp.a.

U wage these boriqua things when moving the scitz even the high, also ****v**** 2.fade to black formula and 3.highpowerwordsblanco,geogee 12-21the glory....america(do.not.recite👉idk/ogk-just.an.instantaneousfeeling asking the old man(soul)to bff)...then21-33 the torture, america like a cherry on the cake after #s but always mindful, then hook after oldman america into ac bird army then hook into high power words blanco and rotate and or judge the scitz in a movie, parfuma.

The 4 wheel drive really removes the choke hold of the scitz, it's like perfect weather or air with life as if you could sell a breather or breathes are multiplied, felt like I went from AOL to 4g heh.

But overall acute thought elaborating, as well as accurate rapid fire contort, and as the high goes zero givin to the goy.

And I'm sure day by day it gets fergilicious.

It might be the city but truth be told people make it like driving up a cantankerous slope.

Vamerica4wheeldrive🌈 as Marcus Roger's saids makes it glide like butter and flow like water dial up connection 😂

Can't wait to start dating the baddies in Ridgewood aaaaaooooo drink my people I desire a godly seed malachi.

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Also in the formula have the understanding that the high power words is scitz and know you can relate to the pain be like me as soon as you rotate from the ac formula, and when you say ariel* ariel* ariel* beautiful dream sword think polio vax, 2012 military vax DNA upgrade, and then rgs and weed. And when you hit jesus cursing 333 2012* and the sun and lightning elec*sat phone, and then when you hit mom think miracle spread and true jew weed intelligente, and keep in mind in tuna both 2012 ascension feeling when multiplying the 25, then ask me a q

Also keep in mind with the instantaneous thought of americas just before ac, that it's all a scitz then after mentioning I am the ac think bird army, women's mother heavens cash riz 3rd leg(and silently believe grayson anti jesus m.o.b. it's all a scitz(instantaneous thought)) and then say the blanco scitz(crown of *light), then gentiles light your not asking the right q, remember our sheep, the sins of the world, and then our anger disgust of sin, payback, get high ciggaweed.

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On another not you lay down with your hands by your head, thus fusing with the blue uptop, you do I am jesus to control Dario then scitz scitz scitz I am ac to shut up the woman and open the mind of whoever you desire to speak to and regulate as the static clears, when you get a text you'll know it's clear, also after youthdandruff 21america and 33pain, you instantaneous bond the idk/ogk with america old man in faith, starting present day back all the way relating to christ death and 600 understanding, pyramids, then man child, rev19, and just breeze the speculation of 10gs years centering like before back to America but Manchin rev 19, then you say scitz scitz scitz Ramen for the samurai and w.e. fav book you have and do I am ac, then end with blanco scitz*** power, amats formula, dream blade formula, injected into Jesus* cursing* formula med, healing miracle spread in the name of jesus formula prayer activation intellejente bud, then ending in ariel scar/seizure...2012 nde moment.....2012 prt2 nde moment...and gmgs, 1st gmg and 2nd go into and feed one another, 3rd and 4th gmgs is just 1 door or 1 light or a door that then lights up heaven light, as if your about to wake up in heaven with raw power hs, then you do ur not asking the right q with a song I like black and yellow wiz Khalifa, but also because the church is the "just", you add unto the scitz formulas triangle more power by believing in the books paper scitz I created to educate the church and in the song you substitute a word for Allah or something similar and fit it in, even bahai, then you imagine the wars sins poverty etc of the world for you are the light of the gentiles, then war against it with the ur not asking the right qs formula using military preaching Cia miracles blue Bible tyhomas and president friendship selfless sacrifice no greater love can a man have*, and just keep the triangle in mind even a.d. work out formula to send health and or increase the high meditation also buff the static, you just meditate and talk to people via text and grow move summon the cloud, as I do it it seems no 1 can read my true mind unless they get gay and tickle my buthole with their tongue literally 😂, and the smoke is awesome afterwards as well as the clarity and you just feel more complete having love in a fake world easier to do things and be yourself.

The more spiritual no matter how far if they don't sin according to God then it's a good land line if their star is shining bright

And you can summon multiple people then ask them to pray as you focus in, a great nutrient and faith power up, you'll find their all lonely old men wanting to hear from u and show love, parfuma.

Also think hands and Mike burns dream are 1

Remember in ariel gmg 5 25 150, then think in your not asking the right q jesus dividing the legion against the devil, all it is is bacteria, everything's divine they scitz themselves dividing the devils kingdom against itself, at the end of the day americas blessing the demon must *die to self and send w.e. to the final judgement*, also think in the q fat boy and little man japan nuclear bombs and how me and Jesus paid the price, when you say Jesus he looks down upon you comparing to himself in love, give him something to relate about that's serious like death aka radiation.

Also think gmg Jesus beer bud, and the 25c and 911 and mushroom bluff* relate, one sheep lost many fish but 1 big fish, 1000 100 10* 1. Be healed.

[gduncan969]

Words Like 'Like' Have Meaning

The Epoch Times newspaper (August 3 - 9) carried an article by Jeffrey Tucker—(not Susan’s husband of the same name)— bemoaning the ubiquitous use of the word “like” especially among the younger generation. It’s a word they inject into every sentence of every conversation they speak, often more than once per sentence, much to the annoyance of the listener who is trying to understand what they are really saying. He gives an example typical of what we’ve all heard at one time or another:

“I woke up so thirsty so I was like where’s my water? But I looked in the fridge and it was like empty because people drank it up last night. Everyone was like where is the water so I can drink it? So like suddenly it was gone but like no one said anything to me. So I’m like dudes like cut it out with the water thing, cause like without water, we are like dying over here. Whatever, I’m like OK. I’ll turn on the tap and like fill up a glass on my own. I’m sooo thirsty I’ll like do anything literally. I’m just like chugging away and thinking like sheesh omg I’m already like literally better”.

This issue reminds me of several other words that are similarly misused in modern parlance, words like“cool”,“dudes”, “far out” etc., and remember, too, those quintessential Canadian-isms, “Eh” and “You know” that our American neighbors like to draw our attention to. Tucker calls the ‘like’ word “a plague which has become a substitute for the English language itself” So what’s the problem if they sprinkle these words among every sentence, what harm does it do? Those who study such things tell us it reveals something much deeper about us and these words are more than just sentence-fillers to be used while trying to figure out what we really want to say. It’s what their use reveals that should concern us. Words have meaning and the best definition of words I’ve come across is one by Norman Grubb, who writes, “Words are crystallized thoughts”. As a retired chemist who spent many years crystallizing things, the idea that words are what we use to encapsulate and express ourselves from the jumble of thoughts rattling around our brains is just fine with me. We use words to communicate what we are thinking. My old high school English teacher, Frances M. Anderson, a tiny little woman with a stooped back, stiff gait and a first class honours degree from Oxford University held complete sway over our class of 6ft teenage louts, not with an iron fist—her hands were crippled with arthritis —but with her rapier tongue and an infinite store of English words which had the uncanny ability to describe our misbehavior in terms that left us in no doubt as to our guilt. We had a holy fear of that woman who could cut you to pieces with her tongue should you step out of line and it came as no surprise to find out she was the author of Oxford University Press’s “Pocket Dictionary of the English Language”. She gave us the only explanation I’ve ever heard of why people use foul language (swear): “they swear because they don’t know the language well enough to express what they really think”. In other words, people who swear are simply showing their ignorance and in a world now full of F-bombs every time you turn around, that’s a message that needs telling. However, as a Christian I also recognize that foul language can have a demonic source operating behind the ignorance as explained by two now-deceased friends, Rev. George Mackenzie and Rev. Gordon Williams. In describing their conversion experience of coming to faith in Christ they testified to the fact that the moment they committed their lives to Jesus, their foul mouths were immediately cleansed, not because they thought it ungodly to be using foul language and thus decided to stop but simply by the work of the Holy Spirit now dwelling within them. Although they were totally unaware of the change that had taken place the friends they bumped into in the hours afterwards immediately recognized the change and asked what had happened to them. As one friend commented, “What’s happened to you because you used to stop in the middle of a word to swear and you haven’t sworn once today!”

Tucker’s cure for those suffering from the ‘like’ affliction is to read a book, preferably a classic and read it aloud, taking note of the number of times this word appears where it is not necessary and then talk to someone about what you read without using the word ‘like’. Doing this for a few days you will find yourself speaking intelligibly and others will start listening to you again and even regard you as articulate (though some might argue an articulate teenager is an oxymoron). However, no one will do this unless they first understand what lies behind these word afflictions.

Misusing words is revealing

We are living in a culture that is redefining the meaning of words at will. Behind this is a very powerful global effort by the ultra-rich and powerful who have rejected God and the biblical definitions of right and wrong to redefine and control our way of living and they are putting tremendous pressure on the rest of us with the support of governments and media to conform to these radical views on a whole host of fundamental topics. I’m old enough to remember when being gay simply meant being happy and when being cool simply meant you had air conditioning. Keeping up with the latest jargon is simply impossible but much more important is what lies behind these redefined buzz words because there is indeed a method in their madness. ChatGPT informs us that the insertion of the word ‘like’ into every sentence uttered is designed to “express hesitation, convey emotion, or provide emphasis” but in fact it does none of these things. Tucker’s article says “it is deployed as a mark of grave insecurity” meaning that using the word ‘like’ in this manner is an attempt to avoid responsibility for what you are saying. Translating that last sentence into the double-speak of ‘like’ users would go something like: ‘like’ you only think ‘like‘ what you are saying is ‘like’ true but you want the listener to understand that it may not be and you don’t want the listener to hold you responsible if it isn’t because you are afraid of being canceled which may result in the loss of your status, your acceptance, your reputation, your job, etc. The FEAR that lies behind this whole subject arises from the cancel culture that pervades much of our public and even private discourse—”say the wrong thing and we will destroy” you is the mantra of the virulent left and the whole world seems to be bowing down to their woke demands. The increasing result of this grave insecurity is the deafening silence that is the response of most what were once called normal, decent people. These are still there and still form the largest segment of our society but they are far too silent and far too compliant with these new rules of behavior to bring a halt to the nonsense. Fear is a powerful deterrent. Who is willing to lose their job, their position, their status, their freedom by voicing an alternative opinion?

The Christian and the words we use

I predict God’s word, the bible, will soon be banned as hate speech. The process of doing so is well underway and there are many examples of this such as Franklin Graham’s crusade in the UK last year, banned because the bible calls homosexuality sin. Though the courts have ruled in Franklin’s favor, the trend continues on and it won’t be long before Christians will be persecuted and jailed for preaching the bible. A Christian group are now suing the Quebec government who canceled their convention in Montreal because of their biblical stance on abortion. The big question is how will the rest of us Christians react? If the almost completely unopposed closure of churches during the recent pandemic is any example, I fear their will be much more acquiescence than antagonism from the churches which seem to have swallowed the lie that governments and those in authority must be obeyed, no exceptions. This speaks to the great “falling away” that Jesus warned us of in his discourse in Matthew 7: 13 - 23 and Luke 13:24 - 30 dealing with the end times of this present age. Scary though it may be, we cannot ignore Jesus’ words in Luke 21: 25 - 26 “And there will be signs in the sun, in the moon, and in the stars; and on the earth distress of nations, with perplexity, the sea and the waves roaring; men’s hearts failing them from fear and the expectation of those things which are coming on the earth, for the powers of the heavens will be shaken.” Even a cursory glance at what’s going on all around the world these days points to the immanence of His coming. The latest buzz-word on climate change from the environmental crowd is “Global Boiling”, a term clearly meant to scare us. Then there’s the“signs in the heavens” such as UFO’s (now called UAP’s because the public were beginning to laugh off UFO’s and they must be kept in a state of fear) and there can be no doubt about the “distress of nations” that is unfolding before us as the threat of war between the great powers has never been greater. The question in many believers’ minds today is: “What does all this mean?” and they are looking for an answer but many run from the biblical answer that Christ is returning soon. Accepting that reality and reading the above verses from Matthew and Luke simply adds to the fear they already have but don’t forget, the fear of Christ’s return is a Godly fear which brings us wisdom so Godly fear is our friend, not our foe because it pushes us to examine the flip side of God’s amazing love for us: His holiness. We serve an awesome God! He is perfect in holiness and fearful to behold. Those who have seen Him in the fulness of His holiness have all had the same reaction as Peter did when his net was bursting with fish on the shores of Galilee: “Depart from me, Lord, for I am a sinful man”.

What should believer’s do in a world gone crazy?

Jesus goes on to say in Luke 21: 34 - 36 “But take heed to yourselves, lest your hearts be weighed down with carousing, drunkenness, and cares of this life, and that Day come on you unexpectedly. For it will come as a snare on all those who dwell on the face of the whole earth. Watch therefore, and pray always that you may be counted worthy to escape all these things that will come to pass, and to stand before the Son of Man.” Whatever is going on in the world right now it is more and more clearly matching up with how the bible describes “the last days” and when that “Day” (the Day of the Lord) finally arrives it will snap like a bear trap on all of us. No more warnings, no more chances to repent, no more time to clean things up. We can ignore it at our peril and carry on trying to make the best of a bad lot as the world gets more and more complicated and challenging to survive in or, we can do as Jesus says to “watch and pray always” that we might prove ourselves worthy to escape all the dreadful things He tells us will happen in these times. The only way we can ever prove ourselves worthy is to demonstrate in our actions that we trust Him completely, love Him unabashedly and serve Him totally, telling others the good news of His deliverance from our sins. This we cannot do this by remaining fearful of and hidden from all that is happening around us but by taking action in His name. When Jesus says, “Watch and pray that you may be counted worthy..”, what is it He is asking us to do? What are we to watch? How are we to pray? Ephesians 5:15 tells us to “walk circumspectly, not as fools but as wise.” 'Circumspectly' literally means “looking around you” and taking note of what you see and if we don’t walk this way we will look like fools when this worldly system comes crashing down and we go down with it. Furthermore, Verse 17 tells us “do not be unwise, but understand what the will of the Lord is.” so we are to walk in a way that makes us fully aware of what is unfolding before us and we are to pray for an understanding of what His will is during these last days. God has no "permissive will"—that’s the will we love to use to excuse our unanswered prayers but it says nothing of God’s will in a matter. He only has His “good and acceptable and perfect will” (Romans 12:2) which He can only reveal to us when we allow the Holy Spirit to transform our natural mind of the flesh to the supernatural mind of the spirit.

An Urgent Message From the Lord

I realize this is not a message that makes us smile and rejoice but it is an urgent message the Lord is giving to His Church in these last days. Some of you reading this will know that my daughter, Susan’s, mother-in-law, Marg Tucker, was tragically killed last May in a horrible vehicle accident in Migori, Kenya where she and her husband are missionaries. Susan and her husband (Jeffrey Tucker—no, not the writer of the article) flew off to Kenya to attend the funeral and be with Jeff’s dad and sister and family. On the morning of the funeral, Jeff, who was due to give a eulogy for his mother, awakened from sleep to hear his mother urgently telling him, “Jeff, you must tell the people they must enter by the narrow gate” (Matthew 7:13). Four thousand people attended the funeral and heard the message. Upon their return from Kenya, Susan asked me to speak at a memorial service for Marg and I asked the Lord what the message should be only to be told Matthew 7:13-14. A week later I watched a video on U-tube titled “Reinhardt Bonnke’s last message to the world”. Those of you who recognize that name will also recognize his ministry of evangelism to Africa where he spoke to crowds of millions (yes millions) of people and saw over 100,000 decisions for Christ in one day. Pastor Bonnke’s text for his last message to the world was Matthew 7:13. I almost fell off my chair but that’s not the end. A week or so later, I decided to watch a video of a Jewish woman’s testimony of how she came to faith in Christ and you can guess what the text of her message was: Matthew 7:13! All that to say I’m absolutely convinced we are in the last days and that the Lord urgently wants us to get the message that we cannot continue to be lazy in our approach to the Gospel or rely on a decision we made 40 or 50 years ago to follow Christ but have done nothing with that decision to follow Him and bear fruit for His Kingdom. He is calling us to lay down our lives for His sake and be willing to accept the consequences of the actions we take for His sake that may well result in our persecution, cancellation or even death. Scary stuff indeed but we must act because “Knowing, therefore, the terror of the Lord, we persuade men; but we are well known to God, and I also trust are well known in your consciences.” (2 Corinthians 5:11). How well do we know the terror of the Lord?

[revdrjamesjshowersjr]

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[the-big-picture-bible-blog]

How is it that taking the mark of the beast cancels God's salvation?

Question

What is it about the mark of the beast that connects it to loss of salvation?

Salvation is anything pertaining to what can enable or PREVENT people from receiving God's gift of salvation. So how is it a mark on the hand or the forehead as mentioned in Revelation can undo or show a decision that has been made against the good news of Jesus' work of redemption for us? What are the elements of that mark which must be present and intrinsic in order that it comes true as predicted that none who have the mark will have eternal life?

Answer

One must remember that although sin separates man from God, it is their faith in a 'gospel' that saves them. Salvation has ALWAYS been by having faith in God; by trusting God's word above anything else. The word 'Gospel' is translated as "good news". This good news is ANY message that God chose to reveal to man at that point in time when they lived. If that person heard the good news that God communicated, and then believed it, acting upon it in faith, then that person would be saved by their faith in God's word. (Remember, only faith can please God, Heb.11:6).

So, with the above in mind, we must then consider what is the gospel in the time of the great tribulation. Well, we know that God is saving people during the first half by means of the Kingdom gospel. The kingdom gospel was to believe that Jesus Christ was the Messiah, (exactly the same condition as in the Jewish church in Acts 2 and 3 where Peter preached, "Repent and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins...".

When we get to the Great Tribulation (the second half), we find that an angel delivers a gospel message called the 'eternal gospel'. It is not the kingdom gospel and the conditions it presented! This message has now ended since the 144,000 who were preaching it have been removed from the earth, Rev.14:1. The eternal gospel is simply to "fear God and give Him glory" and to "worship Him who made the visible creation". This is a different set of conditions, but if a person in the great tribulation would do this in faith, according to these conditions, they would be saved.

Rev.14:6 And I saw another angel fly in the midst of heaven, having the everlasting gospel to preach unto them that dwell on the earth, and to every nation, and kindred, and tongue, and people, 7 Saying with a loud voice, Fear God, and give glory to him; for the hour of his judgment is come: and worship him that made heaven, and earth, and the sea, and the fountains of waters. 8 And there followed another angel, saying, Babylon is fallen, is fallen, that great city, because she made all nations drink of the wine of the wrath of her fornication. 9 And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand, 10 The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation; and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb: 11 And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the mark of his name.

So, as specified, the gospel is a message from God that provides humans a means of salvation. If they respond in faith to what God says, there is salvation available to them. If they do not respond in faith to it, they will not be saved.

The first angel provides the two conditions of the everlasting gospel message, (the good news) from God; fear God and give Him glory, and worship Him. In addition to this, another angel clearly specifies that one should NOT take the mark of the beast. Note that the gospel message is not necessarily just a positive message of having faith in a Saviour. The gospel can also be a command NOT to do something. God has His reasons and He can determine the conditions applicable to salvation. As long as a person believes in the message and puts trust in it, whether it is good news or a command, it make no difference.

So the angels in the above scripture passage provided the conditions for salvation at this time! Fear God, give Him glory and worship Him, and DO NOT take the mark of the beast. If one rejected this message, one would forgo salvation. That is it! If one rejects that message, that person is eternally doomed!

I believe that one would forgo their salvation when taking the mark of the beast because it is a choice one makes in knowledge to defy God and reject His salvation offer. It also is a mark of allegiance to the beast. Just like the Holy Spirit seals a grace believer today (2 Cor.1:22; Eph.1:13), and that seal identifies you as the Lords possession, so the mark of the beast seals the bearer as sold out to the Devil and his possession. Once a person makes that choice, there is no escape from Gods wrath during this time since the gospel specified it as a condition and is irreversible!

#salvation #mark of the beast #666 #gospel #tribulation

[acircusfullofdemons]

fade into insomnia // reverie cenred

I know all your reasons

To keep me from seeing

Everything is actually a mess

But now I am leaving

All of us were only dreaming

Everything is actually a mess

#moodboard #lukas circus oddities #lukas circus boards #console: phantasmagoria #game: fade into insomnia #reverie cenred #RANDOMLY started thinking of her & thought. yeah why not make a new board for her #if u dont know who she is: same LMAO #nah shes calis twin sister & the goddess of daydreams/imagination. which is all i ever say abt her wOW #and yes. this does mean she is a Maladaptive Daydreamer. oh sweet irony. #one of her paras is lucinda aka lucid who is also the goddess of lucid dreams. dont @ me I think its cool #OH! & she has a son; lullaby whos. well obviously the god of Lullaby's (& nightmares 👀 but thats for another time) #rev says to remember to drink water #idk it just seemed important to say

[romiantic]

𝐋𝐄𝐓’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘!

❛ 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐝 ❜

[ 𝖳𝖮𝖪𝖸𝖮 𝖱𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖱𝖲 𝖷 𝖡𝖫𝖠𝖢𝖪!𝖥𝖤𝖬!𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱 ]

✰ 𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 draken + kazutora

✰ 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘 + 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: fluff/crack + language, suggestive theme for kazutora

✰ 𝗔/𝗡: i wanted to add more boys but I blame tumblr “10 image limit” mmcht, probably make a part two for it + in kazutora’s, reader is chifuyu’s half sister

⤹ 𝐊𝐄𝐍 “𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍” 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈

⤹ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀

✰ i truly don’t apologize for the unnecessary amount talk of tokyo rev, I think it’s officially my fav animanga, well…after jujutsu kaisen

✰ these were fun to make ngl, especially draken

✰ hope you guys enjoyed 🤍

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𝟏 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝟒:𝟏𝟐 💗

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#x black reader #tokyo revengers x black reader #tokyo revengers x black!reader #draken x black reader #draken x black!reader #ken ryuguji x black reader #ken ryuguji x black!reader #kazutora x black reader #kazutora x black!reader #kazutora hanemiya x black reader #kazutora hanemiya x black!reader #anime x black reader #anime x black!reader #tokyo revengers smau #draken smau #kazutora smau

[honey-woo]

Remorse

Hanma x reader

Description: Hanma can’t feel remorse for you.

Content: Fluff in an angsty way, Angst undertones, Mentions of blood and beating people up, Reader is gender neutral (let me know if you see anything indicating reader isn’t gender neutral)

Word Count: 1083 words

Note: Minors dni (even if this is sfw)

Everyone is just another punching bag for Hanma to hit. Another tool to use, another thing to manipulate, another thing at his disposal. The only person he’d consider at an equal footing as him was Kisaki, but still. Everyone is for him to use as he pleases.

Hanma’s hands are so often bloody and bruised. He enjoys punching and hitting people often, beating them till they’re on the verge of death, eyes pleading with him to stop because their mouth is swollen and filled with blood. He doesn’t listen; he’ll just shut their eyes up with “sin” and “punishment.” He’ll do the same to the next person and all the people after without any remorse.

Even when you take his cold hands into yours, scolding him and crying, he has no remorse.

You wash out the grime off his hands; your tears go down the drain with the water from the faucet. You got out the first aid kit under your bed; you cursed at him. You tell him you wish he stopped, that he just felt something other than the violent urge to hurt everyone. As you toss bloody napkins into the trash bin, you ask him why?

Hanma doesn’t feel normal with you. Normal is the urge to watch someone cower beneath him, have people bend to his will and fists. Normal isn’t staring at you with no violent grudge against you, no desire to knock your teeth out. Normal isn’t wanting you to live.

Sometimes Hanma leaves when you’re done patching him up, and you look at him leaving through your window with teary eyes. He doesn’t look back. He rides off on his bike, and you close your window, drawing out the sounds from outside. Hanma wishes you’d always leave that window closed.

Sometimes, Hanma stays.

You leave the room to grab some water, and Hanma glances at the open window. He can hear the leaves rustling, an owl speaking, and the distant honks of cars. He was so used to being the noise, the distant yells in the dead of night or the revving of engines, that he barely got to hear everything else. Hanma lies head onto your pillow, both hands resting on his stomach, and stares at your star-filled ceiling.

You’ve kept those stars up for years, too lazy to take them down. Hanma can remember the first time he saw them, the first time he came to you. You were sleeping, the lights were off, and your ceiling was glowing. He banged at your window, calling for you, and you jolted awake at the loud noises. You turned the lights on, the stars no more, and rushed the bloodied boy inside.

You should’ve left the window closed, Hanma thinks. You should’ve ignored him and let the stars continue to shine.

“You’re still here.” You stand at the door, a glass of water in your hand. You put the glass onto the bedside table. “I’ll get you some water-”

“No.” Hanma grabs your wrist, preventing you from leaving. “I’ll just drink from your cup. Lie down.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, and you shook your wrist in his grasp. “Just drink from your own cup, you freak, let me-”

“Lie down with me.” His grip on your wrist loosens, but he still holds it.

You sigh in annoyance but do as he says. You walk around to the other side of your bed, the side nearest to the window, and lie down on your side. You take a pillow and hug it and opt to look down at your bed sheets rather than Hanma. Hanma stays in the same position, one of his hands now lying near the small crevice in your bed.

The dip in the middle of your bed, it’s where the two small mattresses meet to make your bed bigger. You were meant to buy a bigger mattress rather than stick with the two twins, but you eventually forgot about it. The window that never closes, the stars that are still up, and the mattresses you still sleep on, you seem to not care about the minor things. Or at least the things Hanma cares about.

Hanma doesn’t care if his own life is on the verge of death if it’s all for the blood-rushing feeling of pure ecstasy, but he cares about you and all the things you don’t care about. He doesn’t spend nights looking up at the stars wishing for another life, but he looks up at your glow-in-the-dark stickers wishing for the day you leave the window closed. He’s wishing for the day you stop asking him why because you know the answer. You just want him to say it.

When you ask him why, there are a million tiny questions behind it, but he knows the one you want to be answered. Why do you keep coming back?

Hanma turns off the lamp, the stars coming alive and the moon’s light reaching through the window. The stars glow a pale green, and the moon shines blue. Hanma’s eyes are filled with speckles of green, and the ghostly blue glow illuminates your back. The light isn’t enough for either of you to see each other, only the silhouettes of each other.

Hanma feels your fingers brush against his hand in the crevice where the two mattresses meet. Your fingertips stay there, just barely touching him, but he feels you shake. You bury your head into your pillow, snuffing out the sobs coming out of you.

Hanma’s lack of remorse will always stay with him. Even as you sob, he can’t feel guilty. He has the urge to comfort you, to care for you, but not out of guilt. His urge to love you is from the strange, abnormal feeling that overtakes his heart when he’s with you. His love for you is the one flaw compared to his constant blood-lust.

But there is no remorse, not when you let him in. Not when you leave the window open for him. Not when you can leave him so easily, but choose to heal his wounds.

Hanma’s hand reaches towards your fingers, and his own fingers curl around yours. His knuckles sting as he moves his fingers, but he ignores the pain. Your hand is warmer than the blood that stains his skin, and as long as you’ll take him, he’ll never stop going to you. But when the day comes, he’ll gladly become accustomed to the cold outside your window.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev x reader #hanma x reader #hanma shuuji x reader

[aki-mochi]

Levi x Reader: Drunk Love

WARNING: NSFW!! Levi stood there, completely nude, in front of Erwin and Hanji as he covered his stuff while avoiding their gazes. His cheeks turning pink with his hair messy with fly-aways in every direction and his body covered in bites and hickeys. Erwin stood in Levi's living room, not amused, while Hanji was laughing until she was in tears.

"Sooo...you wanna tell me why you are...?" Erwin trailed off.

"I dunno....I-I...just woke up like this...."

"You were drinking last night, huh?" Erwin asked, more like stated.

"A little...." he mumbled, then clicked his tongue.

"Woooow Levi~!" Hanji laughed more.

"Shut up" Levi slightly growled as he tried to remember his actions last night.

~flashback~

Levi sat at a table in a bar with a few of his friends and co-workers, passing time and attempting to get away from the stress of work. Eren, who happened to be one of his best workers, offered him some food while drinking his drink. No sooner did another song start to play, a familiar woman entered the bar with Mikasa.

"I've never been in a bar.” Mikasa stated.

"We can't buy alcoholic beverages so we can just have water and some food. Give us some free time from all the work we've been asked to do." Y/n replied.

She nodded in agreement, looking around at her surroundings only to see the men at Levi's table looking towards them. Truth be told, Y/n and Mikasa worked in the same building as Levi, just on different floors. The two had met on a few occasions and even had small talk in the elevator whenever they were going to the same floor for meetings, but never actually got close to one another.

Levi glanced at the two as they came in and made a bit of a face. "I guess they're getting the same thing you are, Eren." He smirked behind his glass as he looked at Eren's drink suited for him being underaged. Eren pouted and gave somewhat of a glare towards his boss. "If you weren't my boss, and I wanted to not get fired, I'd slap you like I do Horse-face." He mumbled in his glass of apple juice.

"You sound like you're plenty drunk on apples," Levi stated as he set his glass down. "Now you finally have a chance to talk to that girl. I've seen you eyeing her at work." Hearing his comment, Eren did a spit-take with his drink; coughing and pounding his chest a bit. Once he got his breath back, he looked at Levi like he grew two heads.

"Are you insane or drunk?!" He slightly yelled in a whispered tone.

"I'm neither. You shout about being better at your job than The Titan Company down the road but you can't even talk to a girl."

"Yeah?! W-well what about the girl you stare at?! You seem like you stalk her!"

"The only time I even see her is on the elevator. Are you sure you aren't drinking beer?" Levi retorted.

"I'm underage to be drinking unless someone spiked it when I wasn't looking." Eren calmly stated as he took another drink.

"If no one did, they might need to so you can actually grow some balls for at least an hour and act like a man instead of a loud little kid."

Eren glared. "Shut the hell up....I do act mature. Just on some levels." He, then, turned away to stare at the ebony female with a slight blush on his slightly dark skin.

”Can you prove that?" Levi smirked at Eren's attitude.

"What did you say?" Eren growled, thinking his boss is picking a fight when he doesn't feel like throwing a punch while Mikasa is here.

"I said to prove that you aren't a child and go talk to her," Levi told him.

"Fine. I will." He suddenly stood up and walked towards the two sisters, feeling confident in his moves. Levi smirked as he watched, wanting to see how much of a train wreck it would turn into. But the minute Eren was only five steps away, he froze. His face turned a sheer scarlet red and felt his palms get sweaty. But what he didn't expect to happen, was that Mikasa noticed him and gave a small wave to him, making him lose his cool and speed-walking back to his seat before face planting the table. Mikasa flushed a faint pink but couldn't help to give a minuscule smirk from his failure to walk over.

"You’re a wuss" Levi muttered.

"Fuck you....." Eren mumbled against the table.

Levi smirked and took a sip of his whiskey before standing. "Let me show you how it's done," he stated as Eren groaned and watched him as he made his way towards the girls.

Levi walked over to the older of the two with a confident stride, the alcohol taking the edge off of his normal attitude. Y/n was too busy talking to Mikasa to notice him. Taking a french fry off her plate, she ate it and smiled as she was talking about her latest masterpiece for the company due to being in the advertising department. Mikasa mentioned a work project that’s due next week before looking over Y/n's shoulder to see the male.

"This seat taken?" Levi asked.

Y/n turned towards the voice of the male and her eyes widened. "M-Mr. Ackerman....! It's nice to see you again." She smiled softly at him.

"The same to you" he stated. "We don't see each other often. I thought we could talk."

"Of course! Come sit with me!" She smiled and patted the seat on the other side of her. He gladly sat, looking towards Eren and winking in success mainly to show off before talking to the two women. Eren growled and slammed his hands on the table and walked over once more before offering a hand at the grey-eyed female.

"May I sit with the beauty who I'm looking at~?" He asked with a smile.

Mikasa looked and blushed brightly at his words but nodded. “Sure."

With a small hum, Eren sat beside her before gently holding her waist to bring her closer to him. Her blush darkened, looking at her plate of food like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Y/n eyed the boy, a little surprised at his actions before drinking her iced water, smirking behind her glass as she knew Mikasa has a crush on him. Levi rolled his eyes, ignoring Eren as he talked to Y/n, keeping up a conversation about her interests. About an hour later, Levi was not feeling like his usual self. His cheeks were flushed while his eyes were dilated, black pupils taking up more of his steel-blue corneas. Y/n had offered to take him home while Mikasa stayed with Eren since he's completely sober. After that, Mikasa waved as she left with the green-eyed boy.

He tried to refuse, saying he was fine but she insisted, eventually giving up as he slumped over the table. Y/n slung one of Levi's arms around her neck; the other around his waist while leading him outside. Digging in his back pocket for his wallet and keys, she pressed a button to activate its panic alarm. Upon hearing a frantic horn, she turned to her left to see the flashing lights of a sleek black Ford Mustang. After calming the automobile, she gently helped a drunk Levi into the passenger side before slipping herself behind the wheel. Y/n opened up his wallet and found a small piece of paper with his name and address written in beautiful cursive. Pulling up the GPS on her phone, she punched in his home address to help her navigate before revving up the engine and beginning to drive to him home.

Levi did his best to keep the alcohol's side effects from taking over, grinning as he remembered the feeling of her hand in his pocket but stayed quiet until they got to his house. Once Y/n had gotten him out of his car and into his house, after she had unlocked the door with his keys, she walked him to his room and placed him in bed. She gave a small huff from how heavy he is for a short man. As she tried to leave the room, Levi had grabbed her wrist to keep her in place.

"(Y/n)," he muttered.

"Levi. You're drunk. You need to rest." She said softly so as not to hurt his pounding head.

"Only if you rest with me." He said, not because of how many shots he’s had, but because he’s wanted her since the first day he saw her and this was the only way he could get himself to say it. Y/n smiled and pried his hand off her arm so she could help him get comfortable by stripping him of his clothes. Y/n flushed a scarlet red when he was now only in his briefs which held a proud tent.

He smirked a bit as he watched her. "You can look if you want"

"I-I rather not, thank you...." she stuttered before going to find him some bed clothes he could wear; giving him time to look over her body that was shown by the jeans and shirt she's wearing. Her hair pulled up into a ponytail and her feet dressed in regular tennis shoes. He blushed from more than the booze in his system as he looked over her, letting her help him dress before laying in the bed with him. Y/n covered him up along with herself and sighed softly as she turned her back to him so she can sleep since it's after midnight.

But with Levi still drunk, he couldn't go to sleep. No. He didn’t want to go to sleep. He had a beautiful woman in his bed and he wanted her to be his woman. No one else’s. Levi took advantage of his drunk state and suddenly rolled Y/n onto her back, pinning her to the bed. She blinked, shocked from his sudden actions.

"L-Levi....?" she stuttered.

"Y/n.....~” he purred in her ear while sliding his hands up her shirt, making her shiver at his cold slender hands on her heated skin. "Let me love you," he whispered before colliding her lips with his own, making her body stiffen. She soon felt intoxicated by his touch and kissed him back, craving for more as she entangled her fingers into his soft black hair as she moaned.

Levi kissed her deeply as his hands made their way to her breasts, feeling the soft flesh against his skin. Arching her back at the feeling, she pulled away from his lips for air but gasping the minute he latches his own to her sensitive neck. She moaned his name when he bit her neck then pulled back with a smirk. Y/n looked down to see that Levi had, somehow, stripped her bare naked without her noticing. Trailing kisses down her body, she moaned and ran her fingers through his hair again as she closed her legs when he got between them. He rubbed her thighs soothingly before kissing them to help her relax. Once he thought she was ready, Levi opened her legs and placed his head between them. His tongue slid along her folds before flicking at her clit. Her hips jolted upwards while her fingers tugged at his hair, giving loud lewd moans.

Levi smirked and started to go faster, making her squirm and squeal in complete ecstasy as he tasted every inch of her. He then sucked her bundle of nerves into his mouth as his tongue did wonders. Y/n panted as she arched her back off the bed while her head flew back into the pillows, desperately wanting to move away but his hands held her down in place as he ravished her more. His teeth gently grazed her clit, making her lose control of the volume of her moans as they got even louder before she finally released with a squeak. But Levi kept going, making her beg as he continued to drain her of every drop before pulling off with a small pop. A trembling Y/n laid there panting heavily as Levi licked her clean, sitting up to look down at the beautiful sight under him. Levi chuckled and laid beside her with his arm draped over her waist.

Y/n calmed down from her overstimulated high before she made the bold move to pin him to the bed instead. Levi looked up at her in slight shock from the sudden move before his breath started to hitch when she started to rub the bulge in his pants. She hummed and stripped him bare of any clothes before suddenly going down to suck his cock. Levi's hips bucked at the sudden pleasure of her hot mouth on him, panting as he felt her tongue do circles around the tip.

"(Y-Y/n)~" Levi moaned as he gripped the sheets. "Ngh...! I-I'm gonna....! Ah!" he gave a loud moan as he came in her mouth. Y/n swallowed it all, a little disappointed that he came that quick, and sat up before marking him in hickeys and love bites, loving the sounds that were coming from his mouth. After she was satisfied with her work, she straddled his hips before pushing herself onto him, making her gasp and him moan. When she felt comfortable, she bounced on him as her hands rested on his chest. Loud slapping noises of skin colliding and loud moans filled the room. Y/n decided to bounce faster and go all the way down, earning her a loud moan from Levi as he gripped her hips to help her keep steady.

Pretty soon they both hit their high and came together. Y/n collapsed onto Levi's chest, panting heavily as he held her close to him. Having to pull out, he laid both their bodies on the bed and pulled her to his chest after covering them both with the blanket and going to sleep.

~back to the present~

Y/n walked out of the bathroom only to see a naked Levi standing there, in front of his boss and co-worker as he tried to suppress his blush. Smirking, the said female walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and satisfied hum.

"Don't worry, Mr. Smith~. Levi was a good boy last night with all the moans I made him do~."

At that, Hanji ran out with Erwin on her tail, trying to suppress their nose bleeds while Levi was a blushing mess at the moment from her comment. Y/n laughed at his reaction and kissed him briefly before giving him a warm smile and going to make breakfast. Levi sighed as he went back to his room to get dressed.

'Maybe getting drunk wasn't so bad after all......'

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Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

I am once again apologising for what you're about to go through.

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Part 10

You wipe down the counter. It was quiet today, not many customers. Everyone was at home waiting for the race to begin. Today was the fourth race of the season. If Zemo won today, he would tie with Stark.

Zemo... you hadn't gone back. You hadn't called him, text him, seen him. You had returned to work, telling your boss things had changed. He welcomed you back, but he looked at you with pity sometimes.

He was currently standing in the doorway behind you, watching you. The race would be starting soon, he had the TV set up in his office, hoping you would come watch it with him. He would happily close up shop for this. For you.

You had worked at The Redwing for several years, a loyal worker to him. You would good with the people, you made wonderful coffee, sometimes bringing s cup to his office, and you knew how to make work fun.

You had this amazing opportunity, then something unexpected came out of the blue and ruined it.

You could do so much better than this little job. He wanted that for you. Plus, he was very much aware, just by the way you had been these past few days, that you were utterly in love with his favourite racer.

He saw the images from the last race. That photo of you and Zemo kissing after his win was all over the place.

Behind him, the commentators are talking about Zemo's win. He flashed up on the screen, a replay of his car gliding over the line. The moment Stark lost to him.

You put away some clean cups, stacking them gently by the machine. You liked having a tidy working area. You knew where everything was, getting what you needed for an order was second nature.

You swung a towel over your shoulder and decided to organise the new tea flavours that came in. Cherry blossom tea had just come in, apparently it was nice. As the shop was empty, you could make one. You grabbed a tea bag from the box and put the box back on the shelf. Your boss watches you go about making your drink.

"Are you going to watch the race with me?"

You pick up your mug and look at him, shaking your head softly. He sighs and comes over to you. He doesn't have to say anything as you begin to cry. He hugs you.

"Why didn't you go?"

"What would I have said?"

"Anything. You don't believe he did it, do you?"

You shake your head.

"Then why are you here with me when you can be there with him? I remember the accident, you know. Saw it on TV back then. There is no way Helmut Zemo would sabotage a race like that."

"What was I suppose to do?" You look up at him and watch as he grabs a napkin to hand to you. You wipe your tears gently.

"You were suppose to go. I'm suppose to be seeing you on screen today, supporting him. You're suppose to be there when he wins today," he speaks softly.

"It's too late."

"You could still go down there. You'll miss the race, but you'll be there."

You shake your head.

"He told me, he said if I still loved him I should be there at the race. If I don't go, he'll leave me alone. I think this is best."

"Now look here, you're a darling and I adore you, but my God, you're a silly liar. You're so in love with him it hurts. You're just torturing yourself by being here."

You wipe at your eyes gently, sipping the tea. It was nice. Zemo would like it.

You sigh and put the cup down.

"You go watch the race. Just... let me knows if he wins."

He looks at you with those pity filled eyes again. When you don't say any more, he leaves, heading back into the office. He keeps the door open a crack.

You stand there. No customers in sight. You feel absolutely awful.

Zemo sits outside by his car. Sam, Bucky, and Sam's sister Sarah, were all there with him. Zemo hadn't said a word to them since he arrived. Bucky had tried to talk to him about what happened, but he didn't get a response.

You weren't here. You didn't come.

He still held onto hope you would make a last minute appearance, that maybe you were right outside, but you weren't. He knew deep down you weren't coming.

You were afraid. He couldn't blame you, but he had hoped that maybe, just maybe, you would believe him. Still, he should have expected this.

Sam and Bucky glance at each other.

"Just leave him be. He'll focus up for the race," Sam said, glancing at Zemo.

Bucky looked across the way.

Stark and his little witch were smooching for the cameras. Behind them, Pepper Potts. Bucky never understood how Pepper could deal with Tony. After everything.

"I'll kill him."

"Bucky, don't."

Sarah pulls Bucky back and tried to get him to calm down. Sam, watches Stark for a lite while longer. He felt sick to the stomach just looking at them.

The racers were called to the line.

You finished up the last if the tea and put the cup to the side. You would take it up to the kitchen shortly. You refilled the water tank and reorganised the spoons for the third time that morning.

The door opened. A young woman enters, a man and two children behind her. You put on your hospitality smile and turn to her.

"Welcome, are you sitting in with us or taking out today?"

The woman smiles, though a lite awkwardly.

"Actually, I am looking for Y/N," she says softly. Her accent, it sounded so much like his.

"That would be me, what I can I do for you?"

She glances at the man she came in with, who nods at her. Licking her lip quickly, she turns back to you and speaks.

"My name is Wanda Maximoff, six years ago my brother died in a horrible accident. I know you have been made aware of this incident. I came here to tell you that I testified about what happened, but no one believed me. They took Stark's word against mine. Helmut Zemo did not kill my brother."

You stare at her.

"You're probably wondering how I know about you and how I come to be here. Stephen Strange is a racer too. Stark had called him a few nights ago. Apparently Zemo had paid him a visit and caused quite a fuss."

"Helmut went to Stark?"

"Yes. Over you. I don't know all the details, only what Strange had told me. I thought it best I come to you and tell you what I know. My brother died in an accident. He was not killed by Zemo."

You hear the low sound of engine revving from the office. The race was about to start.

Wanda watches as you dart into the office quickly. She smiles softly and leaves with her family.

Your boss looks up as you enter. He smiles at you and waves you over. You sit on his desk and watch the TV.

That beautiful purple car appears on screen. You almost want to cry again as you see Zemo sitting there.

You would close your eyes and listen to that sound, even if it is through the television, but you didn't want to look away for a second. That handsome man on the screen, you loved him beyond belief.

Then they were off.

Your breath caught in your throat. You tended up. Your boss placed a hand on your arm, reminding you to breathe. You couldn't. Stark and Zemo were neck on neck. If he won today, he would tie with Stark.

And you would go to him to be there for the final race.

The cars sped around the first corner. You had long since blocked out the commentator. The only sound you could hear was those engines.

Zemo's car glides down the track.

Stark is a hair width away from him. They are so close they could collide any moment, but they don't. Both of them are very skilled and talented drivers. They were born to do this.

They reach the second bend.

You grab your boss's hand, needing something to hold onto. Those two cars are so far ahead from everyone else.

You're filled with anxiety. Everything feels too much.

The third bend.

It all happens so quickly. In the blink of an eye. You're not even sure what had happened.

You weren't even aware you were screaming until your boss had his arms around you. He was so quick to try and tear your gaze away from the screen.

Zemo's car collided into the barrier. It was up in flames. Moments later there was an explosion.

It's just like that day. Six years ago.

You cling to your boss, crying into his shirt. He scrambles with one hand to grab the remote and turn it off.

You had seen enough.

The office fills with your cries. Your agony filled screams are enough to break anyone's heart. What the Hell just happened?

He didn't turn.

He didn't make it around the bend.

And now?

Your boss holds you for a while longer. It's all he can do to help you right now.

At the racetrack, there is chaos. Sam and Bucky were booking it down the sidelines, desperate to reach that corner. Stark zoomed past them going at the speed of light. He would soon cross the finish line and win his third victory, successfully beating Zemo at this point.

Sirens go off in every direction. All ambulances are heading the same way.

An eerie silence falls over the crowd, even after Stark finishes.

Sarah grabs her phone. She has to make a call.

Sam and Bucky manage to reach the wreck. The car is totalled into a burning pit. They can't make heads or tails of what's happening.

And where was Zemo?

This isn't how things were suppose to go.

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