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[fredmcsm]

Axel . For me bff . maybe a little creek in the corner being lgbtq

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[celestie0]

I actually kinda like the accidental pregnancy trope idk just two characters learning to coparent and then eventually falling in love is kinda cute 🥹 I’d love to see what you write for gojo I feel like he’d be scared but end being such an amazing dad

gojo x reader | accidental pregnancy trope [drabble]

little miracle. a gojo x reader story

a/n. ok anon i basically started answering this ask very minimally but i couldn't stop myself from writing and it basically became an entire story so enjoy i guess?? LOL my bad <3 warnings/tags. domestic fluff, angst, mentions of sick parent, mentions of death, pregnancy symptoms. there is happy ending!! word count. 2.2k

gojo and you are in your mid twenties but you're both just barely getting by, you're a new writer living in a tiny apartment in a big city and gojo is the cute waiter at your favorite diner who's just saving up some money because he wants to go back to school and you're both kindaaa crushing on each other, flirting w one another. the restaurant gojo works at ends up starting meal delivery option, and you order some pizza to your apartment just so that you can see him on a weekday and he's soooo super cheeky with it leaning in the doorframe entryway of your apartment with the pizza in his hand like "it says here someone ordered a hot guy in some super sexy black jeans, well he's here now" and you're like "you're such a fuckin idiot" and you abandon said pizza to fuck him on your facebook marketplace couch.

fast forward the next day n you wake up, but he's not there anymore. he left you a little note that says he's going away for a month since his mom is sick and he needs to be w her. you're confused by the note, and you wish he left his phone number because you realize you have no way of contacting him. but that's ok, he'll be back soon, right?

in the couple weeks following the night you both hooked up, you're feeling like shit in the mornings, nauseous, you realize you've missed your period but you shrug it off because it was never really normal anyways. but one morning you throw up, confused as hell, wondering if you got food poisoning. but as you swing your legs back and forth in your paper gown, sitting high up on your primary care doctor's examination room bed, they tell you that you're pregnant and you act like you've never even heard the word before.

there's no doubt gojo is the father, you haven't slept w anyone except him in months. and a baby was just...you can barely afford to pay your bills, you're already living paycheck to paycheck since your book isn't even out yet and you're just surviving w the advance from your old job. what the hell were you going to do? and you can't even tell him that you're pregnant, because he's god knows where, stranding you with no phone number to contact him and you feel so left behind and alone.

the first person he comes to see when he gets back into the city is you. he looks tired, probably from his travels, or possibly from what he saw back home w his mom laying sick in bed. but he's still so happy to see you, and he kisses you and tells you he missed you and you stop him to tell him that you need to talk. for him, there was life before you told him you were pregnant, and then there was life after. and now he was living in the after. standing still in the tiny living room of your apartment when you tell him he's the father, and the words that leave your mouth afterwards are drowned out in his head because he can only focus on that one thought at once.

father. he's going to be a father? whatever heaviness he finds in his chest from the word is replaced with adoration when he looks at you.

keeping it, was what you had told him next.

it was tough at first, because of the morning sickness and the hormones and the yelling at him for not bringing you the kfc you craved so badly a minute before he did, and then the crying that follows suit when you realize you're being mean to him. but he does everything you want, everything he knows how, because he doesn't know how to be a dad, and he figures the least he can do right now is know what to do for you. and the thought scares him, to death every day. as he's driving you to your doctor's appointments, he's praying under his breath that you and baby are ok and healthy. while he's waiting tables at work, he puts on his best smile for an extra tip because it's extra money for the baby, because she isn't even here yet and he already wants to give her everything she's ever wanted.

yes, she. a baby girl. you were having a baby girl. you cried when your ob/gyn slipped and told you the gender, because you asked for it to be kept secret, but what hurt even more was that you told gojo he didn't need to come to this appointment. just a routine little check up, not a big deal. i'll just have my friend drop me off, you said. little did you know it was the one where you would find out you two were having a little girl.

oh, gojo knows nothing about girls. would it be different from raising a boy? can he play wrestle w her when she's a little older, or would he have to be gentle with her? would he learn how to make flower crowns for her with daisies from the field just to see a smile on her tiny face? how will he ever be able to deny her anything, especially if she looks just like you?

the second trimester, you two felt like a young married couple, and for once it felt like things were bright. like you two knew what you were doing. like it wasn't a mistake, but a blessing. you wanted him, desired him, and he'd never desired anything more than he desired you. it took you a while to come around to having sex again, it felt wrong, because that was what got you two into this mess in the first place. but those feelings melted away when you two moved into his little ranch together on the outskirts of town and you knew what it felt like to be hugged by him in the mornings, his sleepy voice drawling in your ear about how much more beautiful you look with every passing day. in those moments, all the regret melts away.

it all comes crashing down in third trimester. you're angry, he's tired, you're sad, he swears he's trying his best but he just can't seem to understand what you need from him. you say you wished this never happened, he says he didn't ask for any of this, and you're sobbing on the kitchen floor with your head in your hands because it all just feels like some cruel twisted joke. like a dream you should be waking up from any second from now. he sits down on the cold tile beside you, solemn in the face. he already looks so much older than the bright eyed boy he used to be, twirling a pizza box around on his finger in the doorframe of your apartment. his cheeks have sunk in, and you realize we all die someday. his hand reaches out to hold yours, and he kisses the back of it, and he says he'll never leave. not like how he left all those months ago, with nothing but a note. no matter what it comes to, one thing he can always promise you, is that he'll never leave like that ever again.

when your baby girl was born, nothing else mattered. it's like all the turmoil you faced in the past eight months was not even worth paying a moment's care towards when you cradle her in your arms. gojo had been fighting back tears the entire time, mostly provoked by how difficult childbirth had been for you as he watched feeling helpless, but the moment he held his little girl in his arms, he couldn't fight back the tears anymore. and he cried, and he cried, and he cried. few fathers could treasure their daughters as much as gojo did, and he knows it's a promise every parent makes to their child, but he vowed he'll never let anything hurt her. never let anyone upset her. for as long as he lives, he'll keep all the cruelty away from her, and keep her safe forever. you both named her yuki, for snow drifting outside of the hospital window when she opens her eyes for the first time.

you two make the tough decision that it's best for gojo to go back to school like he originally planned while you take care of the baby at home. it's hard having him away, and it's torture for him too, since he seems to breathe and live just to make yuki giggle and smile. but it's what made fiscal sense, since you knew what it was like to grow up in a household with little money to feed or fend, and the two of you wanted more than that for your daughter.

gojo's mother succumbed to the very illness that had been haunting her since he visited her for a month over a year ago, and he cried to sleep when he realized she only got to hold her granddaughter once before she passed away. and for the first time in his life, gojo learned what it really meant to be a parent, and it was only found in losing his own. there was no time to grieve in the capacity that he wanted to, because he needed to be there for you and his little girl. a year ago, he would've been broken, beaten, and bruised, but now he bleeds only in his dreams, then buries and braves the seasons for the sake of you two. as he slips his shoes off at the front door after a long day, then walks into the dark of the house, turning the corner into your shared room, he sees you humming peacefully while rocking his daughter to sleep. and he realizes his entire world is sitting in that chair.

gojo graduates from his two year engineering program, and lands a job in the city. the same city you left to go live with him when you were pregnant. it was tough to come back to the same city you fled, because all you remember of it now is morning sickness and fear of your career and falling in love with a boy that had a boyish charming smile you knew would ruin you one day. and now he's taken you back, moving the little family you've made together into a house. a house! he bought you a house. it was a little one, with no more than two bedrooms, but there was enough room in your hearts to raise your daughter with love, and that was all she'd ever need. she can walk now, mumble words. she said dada first, and gojo never stops teasing you about it. and when she finally says mama, you felt like your whole heart would burst.

he proposes to you on the waterline of the city's park, at the top of golden hour while the wind is subtle and tame but still ruffles the fabric of your dress. waiter boy, on one knee in front of you, years of waiting tables but he cannot even bare to wait one more second to hear your answer to the most important question he'll ever ask anyone in his entire life.

and you say yes. and he promises he'll love you for the rest of his life.

the wedding is small, because you two decided not to invite all of the family that had become estranged ever since you told them that you were pregnant with a man's child who you weren't even so much as dating. his family became yours after that, with his aunts and uncles congratulating you and yuki's cousins playing with her before she was to skip down the aisle as flower girl. it was sad to see your side of the church so empty, but you could never truly feel empty in this world anymore. not with what all that you've gained in the process.

there is fear in love, and in life. there was fear in gojo's heart when he learned he was going to be a father when he barely even knew right from wrong. there was fear in learning you were going to be a mother when you knew you cannot protect your child from the same hurt that has haunted you for a lifetime. but there was joy too. joy in seeing your baby bump for the first time, joy in holding your daughter in your arms for the first time, joy in seeing a sparkling stone in a tiny box presented to you on a sunday by the boy who still made your heart skip a beat just by looking at him, and there was so much joy in marrying him too.

but you find the real joy comes in the moments that you expect nothing from at all, but they happily surprise you with the feeling nonetheless. like now, as you sit on a picnic blanket at the park and you watch your husband running across fluttering grass in the wind, chasing after your daughter whose giggles and shrieks fill the summer air. he catches her, throwing her up into the air before spinning her around in his arms, and you tuck your hair behind your ear as you watch it happen. you expected nothing from anything life had given you in the past four years, and yet it gave you all the joy in the world. where you could've expected sorrow and sadness, it gave you something beautiful instead. you never would've thought that the boy you locked eyes with through a shy flutter of your lashes underneath warm restaurant lighting, the one that winked at you with no shame despite you being surrounded by all of your friends, you never could've imagined he'd be who he is to you today. but for certain, now, you believe in it. you believe in little miracles.

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[the end]

a/n. what the flying fuck. i'm gonna go cry now lmfao.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Someone New 2

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Warnings: this fic will include angst, pining, romcom tropes, and some darker elements later in the series. Some triggers may not be specifically tagged. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This fic will contain explicit content. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’ve had a crush on your best friend for years, but you’re slapped in the face with reality when he takes things to the next level with his girlfriend.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor

Note: Idk why but I'm so over dealing with people!

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You swipe away another phone call. You have at least a dozen missed. Let them buzz in your pocket for another few hours. You try not to think about it as you turn your attention back to the plot before you, the tight foot by foot square, and continue to gently sift through the dirt. You stop only to make notes on the map and examine the odd bit of animal bones you find. 

Bzzzzzz. The constant vibration in your pants makes you anxious. You should put it to silent but keep forgetting. Whatever. You’re busy. Whoever it is will have to wait. You know who it is. He’s been calling for days. You’ve been ignoring him just as long. 

You should pick up. You should be there for him. You should be happy for him but your heart feels rotten. Years of pining and you can’t pretend any longer. Not after the party. Not after seeing him on his knee for another woman. That’s it. That’s the seal on the envelope. The dream is crumpled up and in the bin. 

He didn’t even notice that you left early. You don’t think anyone did. You spent all those weeks planning and fretting and laying awake at night and for what? To pretend that it could ever be all for you?  

You sigh and sit back on your heel, one leg bent under you as you rest your arm on your other knee. You blow an insect away from your face and push your hat back. The sun beats down, offering great light for the excavation but less than ideal temperature. 

“Eh, there you are,” Arturo waltzes up in his round tinted spectacles, “find anything good?” 

“Nah,” you shake your head and shrug. 

“You know where you’d find something amazing? Norway,” he smirks, hands on his hips. “So... you thought about it?” 

“Mm, yeah, been thinking,” you utter dully as you look up at him from under the brim of your hat. “When do you need a decision?” 

“The sooner the better. The grant proposal is all but approved, we just need a name on that blank line,” he says, “this could be really good for you. No, I know it will be good.” 

“Right,” you nod and stand up, dusting off your tan pants, “I know you said you weren’t sure but any idea how long? I’d have to worry about my apartment and telling my family...” 

“A year. That’s about right,” he proclaims, “could be longer but I’d plan for that.” 

“A year?” You wisp as your chest deflates. You put your hand on your pocket as your phone buzzes again. “Wow.” 

“You really want to spend another year in the city sweating for crow bones?” He asks. “Not trying to push you but these opportunities don’t come along often.” 

“Norway,” you suck your teeth and angle your chin as you think, “viking stuff?” 

“Possibly, could be an early Christian settlement too. How about I send you the proposal and you give it a look?” 

“Sure, I... I guess I should.” 

“It’ll all be taken care of; accommodation, travel, stipend,” he lists off with his fingers. “I know it’s not Ireland like you wanted.” 

“No, no, it’s okay,” you assure him, “I’ll keep thinking.” 

He winks and grins triumphantly, “tomorrow. I need to know tomorrow.” 

“Tomorrow?” You echo back in a hollow murmur. 

He’s already walking away. Your phone starts to shake again and you growl. You shove your hand in your pocket and rip it out. Your gloves smear dirt on the screen as you press the red button. You pause before you can drag your thumb over. You inhale and push your finger the other direction. 

“Bucky,” you answer in confusion. He wouldn’t be calling if it wasn’t an emergency. 

“Ah, there you are kid,” Steve’s voice comes in place of the expected timbre. You hiss. “You avoiding me or something?” 

“Uh, no,” you reply thinly, “I’m working,” you rub the back of your neck with your other hand, “it’s been busy and I’m sure you’ve been running all around with... everything.” 

You can’t bring yourself to say it. Wedding. Ugh. He’s getting married... to her. 

“Well, Peggy’s doing most of the planning, really. I don’t know,” he chuckles crisply, “you know, more a lady’s thing. She’s already knee-deep in the engagement party. Maybe you could give her a few pointers.” 

“Yeah, maybe,” you grumble as you bring your hand forward to rub your thumb with your index, scratching away more of the dust. 

“I didn’t get to say thank you. Again. That party was amazing. It was perfect, kid.” 

“Steve, we’re the same age,” you gripe at his pet name. 

“Yeah, but you hate it so much,” he teases. 

You can’t smile. Even as your cheeks pinch, you can only grimace. You drop your arm and close your eyes as you push your head back. 

“She loved it. I did too. We’re so happy and you made that happen--” 

“Steve, why are you calling? I’m buried right now,” you huff. 

“You are? I thought you’re supposed to dig stuff up--” 

“You know what I mean.” 

“Well, you missed Opening Day so I thought maybe you’d wanna come watch the game. Sam’s doing his famous nachos and Bucky is... coming.” 

You hear the very man mutter in the background. Great, you even have an audience. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had you on speaker. Why would anything between you ever be intimate? 

“Tonight?” You wonder, “you sure you’re available?” 

“Me, I should be asking you,” he scoffs, “come on, how long’s it been since we’ve been apart a whole week?” 

“Work...” 

“Can you dig in the dark?” He challenges. 

“Steve,” you sniff, “I’m tired...” you feel your heart sinking. You feel bad. You never say no to Steve. It’s not easy. You tried but he’s right. You can’t remember the last time you didn’t see him at least every other day. “Fine, twist my arm.” 

“Good,” he chirps victoriously. “I wasn’t looking forward to driving up there and digging you out. So, seven?” 

“Seven, right,” you agree. “See ya then.” 

“Don’t make me come find ya, kid.” 

You hang up and cringe. You don’t even like baseball. It was just another personality trait you took on hoping to be close to Steve, hoping he might realise you’re destined to be together. Well, that’s not true. You’re just stupid. It took you too long to grow out of being that stupid college girl fawning over the blond hunk in his coed sweater. 

Still stupid, still alone. 

💟

You never show up empty-handed. Even when you were a poor sophomore. So it is that you delay the inevitable by stopping at your favourite local bakery. They’re closing and you get the eclairs for a discount as they’ll be on the day-old shelf in the morning.  

The owner, Marigold, knows you and puts in an extra one. You leave a tip as you listen eagerly to her rambling story about her granddaughter’s first soccer practice. Usually, you would be checking the time but today, you got more than enough. Finally, she sends you off as she turns off the sign. 

Fine, you’ll go. 

You find a visitor’s spot behind Steve’s building and linger in the car. You eat the extra eclair to keep from crying. Sugar is good for clogging up your tear ducts. You wipe your mouth and make yourself get out of the car. 

As you wait in the lobby for the buzzer to pick up, your insides squirm. You’re not ready for this. You’re not ready to face the truth you’ve been running from. The one you know you can’t deny any longer. 

“Hey kid,” Steve unlocks the door without awaiting a response. It’s typical; you have your patterns. Those little rituals are all going to end. 

You go through to the elevators and contemplate taking the stairs as you wait. The doors open and you step on, facing your reflection in the mirror doors. Your pants are still filthy from working in the dirt, your shirt is stained with your sweat, but at least you remembered to change your shoes. The elevator dings and you nearly let the doors close again before you can find your strength. 

You walk down the hallway and knock. You can hear their voices through the door. Steve opens it from within and gives you a strange look. 

“What’re you knocking for? You know you can come right in.” 

“Yeah, sorry, tired, long day,” you babble out the lazy excuses. “Here.” 

“Oh, nice,” he takes the box of eclairs, “you weren’t lying. You look exhausted.” 

“Ah, you really know how to talk up a woman,” Sam interjects as he appears in the doorway further down the entryway, “it’s a wonder Peggy said yes.” 

“Shut up,” Steve throws back as he turns to head back to the kitchen. 

You take your time in pulling off your shoes and sense Sam lingering, watching as you meander. You clear your throat as you stand and head down the hall. He nudges you as you step into the doorway next to him. 

“Where ya been?” He asks, “these jackasses have been driving me nuts.” 

“Work,” you repeat again, “lots going on.” 

“Right, yeah, now that you’re not spending all your time planning someone else’s girlfriend’s birthday.” 

You give him a sharp look and he shows his palms. You shake your head. He’s right. You wasted all that time. You’ve wasted years. All for nothing. 

“Fiancee, now, I guess,” he adds. 

“Yeah, the happy couple,” you snip and step into the room, “so we watching the game or are we giving him another pat on the back.” 

“What? You’re not excited? You’ll get to be a bridesmaid or whatever. Since I’m best man, I’ll be sure to save you a dance,” Sam chuckles. 

“You? Best man?” Bucky sneers from the couch where he slouches and flicks through a motorcycle magazine, “don’t think so, bud.” 

“Oh, you don’t think I’m better than you?” Sam challenges. “Let’s race for it.” 

“You cheat,” Bucky growls. 

“No, I have strategy,” Sam counters. 

You roll your eyes. Wedding talk, already. The exact thing you can’t handle right now.  Bucky sits up to glare at Sam as he closes the glossy pages. You let them argue and posture at each other. 

You leave the room and let yourself onto the balcony. The fresh air is chilling. You shiver as you step up to the railing and look across the city. You take in the skyline, each window, each peak, each speck of a car on the streets below. It feels so grey. Like it’s the last time you’ll be standing here looking over it all. 

Maybe it is. 

💟

You sip from the bottle of beer as Sam nearly drops his nachos off his lap in excitement. He hollers at the screen as Bucky gives him a look. Steve shakes a fist at the second base run. You’re happy enough to tamp down the heat of the peppers with the wheaty ale.  

Sam rights himself beside you as Steve reaches forward to set down his plate. He grabs the square of paper towel folded on the coffee table and wipes his lips. He sits back and slings his elbow over the armrest as the next batter takes his place. 

“So, how do you guys feel about a destination wedding?” Steve asks. 

You clamp your lips tight and scoop up more fixings with a chip. Sam swallows loudly as Bucky shrugs. No one says a word. 

“Peggy asked earlier. I wanted to do it at a cathedral here. Just how I always pictured it,” Steve says. 

Yeah, that sounds like him. He likes old-fashioned and elegant. Everything Peggy is and you’re not. Makes you wonder why she wouldn’t want the same venue. 

“Back home?” Sam wonders. 

“England? No. I suggested that and she was not into it.” 

“Somewhere tropical?” Sam prompts again. He’s at least trying. You’re too sick to open your mouth. 

“Sure, that’s what I was hoping,” he smiles, “especially if it’s a winter wedding. The date... yeah, that’s a big deal too. You know, I thought the ring was a pain.” 

You keep your head down, hoping the pain doesn’t show. Not only did he propose to her, he kept it from you. You’re best friends and you had no idea. How much had you been through with him? He had you plan that whole party but he couldn’t tell you that?  

No, no, you’re being dramatic. You’re friends. He doesn’t owe you that. It’s between him and Peggy. His future... wife. Ugh. You can’t even imagine that happening. You try and try but you just can’t stomach the image. Peggy in white, Steve in his tux, and you just standing, watching. 

“I can’t come,” you blurt out abruptly. 

“Huh?” Steve blinks and flinches as if he’s been slapped. 

Sam angles beside you to squint at you and Bucky’s brows pop up. Another silence, this one deadly. You’re suffocating as you search for words. 

“I won’t be here.” 

“Well, yeah, like I said, it’s gonna be somewhere else. You don’t even know when it is,” Steve blusters as his face creases in disappointment. 

“I’m going to Norway,” you blather and nearly choke at the realisation of what you said. 

“Norway?” Sam repeats hollowly. 

“Yeah, uh, work... offered me a grant contract and I’ll be going to Norway. For at least a year. So... yeah.” 

“Wait, you’re leaving?” Steve blinks rapidly, “how-- when were you going to tell me?” 

“I’m telling you now,” you push your shoulders up, “I just found out.” 

“You can’t...” Steve begins. 

“That’s awesome,” Sam speaks over him, “hey,” he nudges you, “that is so fucking cool. Norway. Vikings and shit.” 

Bucky nods and gives a thoughtful look, “rains a lot.” 

“So I’ve heard,” you utter dumbly, not sure how to respond. “I got a lot to do before then so I might be a bit absent.” 

“Don’t even worry about us,” Sam insists, “you need any help at all...” 

Steve stands up suddenly and slams his bottle down. Before you can speak, he twists on his heels and storms across the apartment. You stare after him as he disappears into the next room and you hear the balcony door slide back then snap shut just as quickly.  

You grip the beer bottle tight and look down. You didn’t think he’d be mad. You’ll be out of the way. He can get married and be happy. 

“What a baby,” Bucky grumbles, “can’t be happy for anyone but himself.” 

“Well, you are his best pal,” Sam snipes, “birds of a feather.” 

“So that means I’m best man,” Bucky intones mischievously. 

“No, it’s not best buddy, it’s best man--” 

They continue their banter and you get up. You put down your chips and beer and leave without notice from the bickering couple. You near the balcony and look through to Steve as he leans on the rail, his head down. Gently, you slide the door open and step out. 

Only the wind blows as you come closer to the railing. He roils in the cool evening air. You take a breath as you come up next to him. 

“Sorry, it’s... a good opportunity.” 

“No...” he drones, “I’m happy for you. I just... I can’t imagine my wedding without you. Or my life.” He lifts his head to look at you. “What am I going to do? You’re supposed to tell me what bowtie to wear and how to do my hair.” 

“Peggy can do all that,” you cross your arms, “Steve, I can’t pass this up. If I stay in the city...” you let your voice trail off into the wind. If you stay, you’ll have to watch his happily ever after while yours never comes. “I’ll never do anything.” 

“I know,” he dips his head again, “I’m proud of you. Really. But I’m going to miss you.” 

Your cheeks tauten and your throat clenches. Your voice is creaky as you speak, “I’ll miss you too.”  

He’ll miss you but he’ll never love you like you do him. 

[fairy-writes]

Hello! How are you?

Idk if you take requests, but if yes, could you do an oneshot of Uta (or the others if you want) hearing y/n singing for the first time?

VOICE OF AN ANGEL

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Tokyo Ghoul

Pairing(s): Uta x Gender Neutral!Ghoul!Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Fluff, Singing, 

Notes: Someone pls, send me requests for other TG characters… I’ll write for anyone from the OG Tokyo Ghoul series (not :re yet. Well… except for Haise)

Trigger Warning for mentions of cooking and consuming human parts!

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When Uta first heard the singing, he was confused. 

Who was singing? 

And in his shop before it opened, no less?

He follows the sound to the upstairs kitchenette, where he finds you. 

You’re singing softly, swaying from side to side as you sauteed some human flesh and munched on an eyeball as you cooked. The smell was divine. And paired with your lovely singing? He had died and gone to heaven. 

Uta leans on the doorframe, arms crossed, and tilts his head to the side as he listens to the quiet melody. It’s in English, so he only understands bits and pieces but puts together enough to understand it’s a love song. 

You were always a sucker for those. 

You sing through the entire song, spinning on your heel to grab some spices—it might upset your stomachs later, but it made food taste good—and notice him. 

And promptly shriek. 

You drop the spices in your hands, and they clatter to the floor but, luckily, don’t spill. 

“How long have you been standing there?!” You demand, embarrassed. He can practically see the steam erupting from your ears. 

“Long enough. What are you doing here? I thought you were coming by later.” He asks as he steps closer, slinging his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss. You return the love eagerly, cradling his jawline in one hand.

You tasted delicious. Like the creaminess of the eyes you had been snacking on and the taste of the flesh you had snuck while cooking. It wasn’t often Uta could be this flippant with his emotions and affection, but he made a special exception for you. 

“I decided to come by and surprise you with some food. I wasn’t expecting you to come by early.” You reply, and he hums, dipping down for another kiss. 

You laugh and pull away,

“I don’t want the food to burn!” You exclaim, and he shrugs,

“Let it burn. That just means I get to see you for longer.” He says, and you swat his chest. He doesn’t flinch but lets go and allows you to return to the stove. 

The food is finished quickly, and Uta sets the table for breakfast. You had insisted on getting a Western-styled table with actual chairs. Mainly because you worried about his joints while sitting at a Kotatsu table despite him reassuring you he was perfectly fine. 

As always, the food is mouth-wateringly good, cooked to perfection, and seasoned well enough to make Tsukiyama Shuu jealous. 

While you wash the dishes, Uta dries them and puts them away. It’s quiet until he speaks,

“Sing for me?” He asks, and you pause where you are washing the chopsticks in soapy water. You set them aside and adjust the rubber gloves you are using to protect your hands. 

“Alright, Phantom of the Opera. Why do you want me to sing? I’m not very good.” You say, and he leans his chin on your shoulder. He notices you can’t help but smile. 

“I think your voice is wonderful. I’d love to hear it again.” He says, and you huff out a quiet laugh.

“Alright, alright, but only for you.” You say and begin to sing again. 

[marzmeltdown]

Where the Wild Things Are

⌦ Pairing: Woozi x Fem!Reader ⌦ Genre(s): smut,, enemies to lovers ⌦ Warning(s): pet names(woozi: sir ,, reader: dollface,, princess,, cowgirl,, ),, arguing,, brat taming?? kinda??,, spanking,, fingering,, spit eating,, oral (f receiving),, unprotected sex (pls practice safe sex),, creampie,, aftercare (idk if i should put this as a warning but just in case) ⌦ Word count: 2.53k ⌦ Summary: You and your gang of rough and tough cowboys/girls are never in one spot for too long. Despite never letting the weather deter your group from drifting from one town to the next, one particularly big thunderstorm left your group in a local motel. Unfortunately for you though, you end up sharing a room with Jihoon and getting a wink of sleep didn't seem to be in the cards for you two. ⌦ A/N: I'm thinking about making this some kind of series??? But instead of focusing on Woozi, it's a fic for every member in this like cowboy setting. Idk,, lemme know what you think. Idk about you, but cowboy svt is doin somethin for me. All the descriptors of a motel during cowboy times all come from the westerns my grandpa watched when I was a kid so I can't say for sure if this is gonna be historically accurate. If there's anything you feel I should improve on in the future, don't hesitate to let me know! You can find progress updates on my stories and everything else I write in my pinned post every Wednesday.:)

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"Jihoon, I'm not sleeping on the floor!" You snapped, looking at your roommate for the night as he stood on the other side of the room, arms crossed, while putting all his weight onto the dresser behind him. He rolled his eyes, taking his hat off and placing it on the nearby dresser he was currently leaning up against.

"Well, neither am I, Dollface, so it looks like we're in some sort of predicament." He said, crossing his arms once more as his deadpan face fixated on your very clearly angry expression.

The nickname irritated you even more; he always used it for you and you alone. It didn't help that you were one of the only girls in their little gaggle of drifters; in a way, it felt demeaning. If you weren't angry enough knowing that you had to share a bed with the one person who always found a way to get under your skin, you were damn near fuming when the nickname left his mouth.

"Stop calling me that!" You snapped, stomping over to the bed and angrily yanking the neatly laid pillows from their spot on the bed to line them down the middle to create some sort of barrier between you two. It wasn't a foolproof solution, but it was a solution nonetheless.

Jihoon stood in place, his eyes following your every move as he chewed on the inside of his mouth.

"It suits you," he simply replied, shrugging to reinforce his nonchalant answer. You rolled your eyes, turning your back toward him so you could finish building the wall of pillows.

"Fuck off, Jihoon. I don't want to hear your excuses as to why you feel the need to call me dollface when we all know it's because you don't respect me enough to call me by my name." You didn't give him the satisfaction of looking back at him when you spoke.

Jihoon's response caught you off guard; in a matter of seconds, he was behind you, one hand around your waist and the other around your neck, effectively pinning you against his chest.

"You know, I've had about enough of your attitude," he growled into your ear. You couldn't help but gasp at the swiftness of Jihoon's actions. This was very out of character for him; Jihoon typically kept to himself, only really joking around with Seungcheol and Soonyoung.

"What're you going to do about it? Spank me?" You asked after you took a few seconds to regain your composure. The wavering in your voice hinted at the small bit of pleasure you were gaining from this stance alone.

"I just might," he said. You could hear the smirk on his face as he spoke, and he pulled away after what felt like forever. But he was just getting started. He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling you to lie across his lap.

Jihoon always worked swiftly and to the point; you didn't expect him to work like that in the bedroom, though, not that you were complaining. The way he threw you around like a doll was already working wonders for you; the harsh pulling of your dress and tearing of your stockings caused your thighs to press themselves together.

He noticed this subtle attempt to hide your arousal; he only smirked again and raised his hand to strike your ass. You jerked forward, letting out a noise that could only be described as surprised and slightly aroused.

"Fuck!" You whined, letting your head hang low and your hands grip Jihoon's thigh, preparing yourself for another spanking. Jihoon spanked each cheek five times, each spanking getting harder, which in turn pulled louder and louder whines from your throat.

Once Jihoon felt satisfied, he leaned back to admire the red marks his hand had painted onto your skin. He let his hand rest itself against your stinging ass, soothing the skin as his thumb gently rubbed circles into the flesh.

"Still feeling cocky?" He asked, his eyes fixated on the red marks that seemed to slowly disappear with time.

"And what if I am?" You asked, lifting your head just enough for Jihoon to hear you. He hummed in response, moving his hand from your ass to your heat, using his middle and ring fingers to tease your hole through your panties.

"Then I guess we're not finished here, are we?" He said this, feeling your panties become wetter and wetter with each pass of his fingers. You bit your lips as he teased you through the fabric of your panties, letting out a small whimper when he finally circled his fingers around the bundle of nerves that would have your head spinning if he kept circling around the flesh.

His movements were slow—painfully slow—causing you to push your hips back in attempts to get more friction against your clit. He smirked as he felt the wet spot on your panties get bigger each time he circled his fingers around your clit. Soft mewls were already leaving your lips by the time he pushed your panties to the side to further tease your cunt.

"J-Jihoon.." You whimpered, letting out a gasp when the finger used to circle your entrance finally pushed itself in. His pumps against your pussy slowly sped up just enough to leave you wanting more. He hadded one, then two more fingers, stretching you out as you squirmed on his lap.

"You're so wet, dollface," he hummed, ignoring the whine of irritation that left your lips, though it was quickly turned into a whine of pleasure as his fingers sped up.

"Lie down," Jihoon said, pulling his fingers out. You scrambled onto the bed, pulling your skirt off and unbuttoning your shirt, allowing them to fall into a pile next to your boots.

You watched as Jihoon stood, sucking your slick from his fingers while he grabbed his hat from the dresser. He placed the hat back on his head before undoing his belt, pulling it from the belt loops to let it fall onto the floor next to your clothes once he stood at the edge of the bed once more.

You bit your lip as Jihoon crawled his way between your thighs, his lips hovering over yours. You propped yourself on your elbows to meet him halfway. He gripped your face, forcing your mouth open with his thumb. His next action caught you by surprise—not that you didn't like it, but because you didn't expect to like it.

You felt him spit into your mouth, leaning in to leave bite marks against your neck and chest just as fast as the spit left his mouth and landed in yours. His bites trail down to your breasts, engulfing one of your nipples in his mouth while his hand pulls and prys at the other.

You whined as he alternated between nipples, maintaining eye contact as he kissed his way back up to your mouth. This time, rather than spitting into your mouth, he instead captured your lips in a heated kiss. He reached up to take the hat from his head, placing it on yours.

You moaned softly into the kiss, helping him adjust the hat to your head while you two fought for dominance via tongue. Jihoon won that battle, leaving no part of your mouth unexplored. By the time he pulled away, you were out of breath and damn near dripping.

"Don't let that hat fall off, princess, if you want to finish tonight." He said it sternly against your lips; you nodded in response, and your eyes lidded with pleasure.

"Yes, sir," you replied, meeting his lustful gaze as you spoke.

You weren't sure why he had you so needy already; he had barely touched you, and your arousal was already staining your panties and running down your thighs. He moved back down to the edge of the bed, taking one of the pillows from your pillow barrier to place under the small of your back.

"Hey! You ruined my wall!" You whined, only to be shut up when Jihoon pulled your panties off and latched his mouth to your clit. You let out a small moan, shuddering when you felt the length of his tongue lick from your hole and back to your clit in one swipe.

He ate pussy like a starved man, letting his tongue slip into your entrance a few times and softly moaning from the taste. The vibrations from his moan sent a wave of pleasure throughout your body as his fingers found their way into your entrance, his tongue finding its way back to that bundle of nerves that seemed to have a neon sign on it with how many times he'd found it with ease.

You moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out of your hole, his free hand pressing down on your abdomen to prevent you from squirming away. He hummed as his mouth gently tugged at your clit, his eyes scanning your face as you moaned and whined with pleasure.

Your head flew back as Jihoon's fingers curled up against that special spot inside you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge with each push Jihoon was giving you. He smirked in response to you holding his hat in place as your head hung back, and the hand that was holding you up flew down to tug at the man's hair. Jihoon felt his cock twitch in his pants as your walls clenched around his fingers, signaling you were close to a release.

"F-Fuck! Jihoon, I'm close!" You whined as the coil in your stomach began to tighten with each thrust of his fingers against your sweet spot. He nodded in response, moving his mouth closer to your entrance, the pumping of his fingers moving faster, his other hand rubbing circles into your clit and his tongue sucking at your innerfolds.

It took a few more pumps of his fingers for you to let out a wanton moan, your thighs beginning to shake as the coil in your stomach finally snapped and you released all over his mouth and fingers. He let out another soft, satisfied moan as you came all over him.

He pulled away after a moment, using both hands to sooth your shaking thighs as he looked up at you.

"Are you with me, dollface?" He asked, and it took you a moment to come back down from your high, only looking down at him once you came back to Earth.

His hair was disheveled from your harsh tugging, his lips were swollen and glistening with your release, and his eyes told you that you weren't done yet.

"Yes.. I'm okay," you panted softly. He left a small kiss on the inner side of each thigh, wiping his mouth with his hand as he stood at the edge of the bed. He pulled his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor, while he kicked his boots off alongside his pants and underwear.

Your mouth watered at the sight of Jihoon standing naked in front of you. The sight of a toned man pumping his cock in front of you was doing something for you. Finally, Jihoon lied next to you on the bed, pulling you onto his lap.

"Let's see how well you can ride, cowgirl," he teased, helping you slide onto his cock. He let out what sounded like a whine when you finally bottomed out, holding your hips as he waited for you to adjust.

His cock was bigger than any other cock you'd ever taken. It stretched you painfully, but it was a pleasurable kind of pain. You shuddered as each inch of his cock rubbed against your walls with each rock of your hips. It took you a moment to pick up a steady speed, bouncing your hips against his cock.

"Y-You're so big.." You whimpered, letting your hands rest against his chest. Jihoon seemed to have other plans, though; it seems that your pace wasn't satisfying enough or he just wanted to see how well you could hold on while simultaneously keeping his hat on your head. Jihoon planted his feet into the bed, thrusting up into you with a harsh force.

You moaned at his harsh thrust, barely having enough time to move your hands from his chest to his shoulders before Jihoon started pistoning his hips up into you. The force of his thrusts jostled your body around his lap; each moan coming from your mouth was interrupted as Jihoon's thrust never faulted.

Your moans were loud; you were sure the patrons in the other rooms could hear you. Your hand rested itself on Jihoon's hat once more as your head fell back. Jihoon moved his hands from your hips to the small of your back, pulling you down to lie on his chest as his hips abused the inside of your thighs.

The two of you felt the cords in your stomach begin to twist and turn, and Jihoon's thrusts began to stutter as he got closer and closer to the edge. Your moans and cries in his ear definitely didn't help with anything. "Jihoon.." You cried; you didn't even have to finish the sentence for him to understand what you were trying to say.

"Me too, princess," he panted, his hands smacking and gripping at your ass cheeks. He thrust his hips into yours a few more times, each thrust hitting your sweet spot. The moan you let out when the cord finally snapped was so loud, you were worried something fragile would break. Your walls clenched around Jihoon, pulling him closer to the end as he began to let out soft moans.

"Fuck, yes, cum on my cock, dollface," he moaned softly, the cord in his stomach snapping shortly after the words left his mouth. His thrusts halted long enough for him to release, slowly thrusting his cum into you. You buried your face into his neck, whimpering when he began to pull out.

"You okay?" He asked, rubbing your back reassuringly. He didn't pull out the rest of the way until you answered, worried he would hurt you if he pulled out too soon.

"Yeah, you can pull out now," you said. Your voice was hoarse from the screams Jihoon had been pulling out of you all night. Jihoon finally pulled out, his cum following shortly behind and staining the bed beneath you too. "Can you lay here with me for awhile?" You asked, ignoring the fact that both of you were in desperate need of being cleaned up.

"Let me clean you up first," he said. You whined in protest once he stood up, wetting a washrag with the pitcher setting on the dresser to clean you off. He helped you get dressed after cleaning himself off and getting dressed himself.

You snuggled into him as soon as he lay down, ignoring the chuckle that came from his mouth as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

"I thought you didn't want to share the bed?" He asked, watching as you tiredly tore apart your pillow wall to get closer to him.

"Shut up."

[conron]

trafalgar law x calm calm fruit! reader

ermmm this is a wip because idk how t owrite this but i wanted to try my hand. trfalgar law u are so scarred and deepy traumatized, than k oyu. this is more of a character study than a romance btw

tags: shes silly, thuis takes place before canon, probably around early 20s law?, maybe a little before that, she doesnt know what a devil fruit is cuz of how she grew up, she finds the fruit very fun, all of this may change btw,

NOT BETA READ SO MANY SPELLING MISTAKES ALSO THIUS IS A WIP but i hope u guys see the vision

law x reader but she has the calm calm fruit. she had ate it one day just because . she didn’t know what it was and found out the powers on her own. so she doesn’t know what it’s called, just that she can’t swim and that she can make silent force fields around herself, objects, or others. she snaps her fingers and says calm and silent. 

she joins the crew around when there’s about 10 members already. she proves to be good in martial arts, always free to train and learn new ways to hurt their opponents. although her trade is in stealth due to her devil fruit. she learned to be sneaky and quiet. but she smiles careless and jokes happily. she’s not that clumsy so it doesnt remind law of corazon. Shes so normal and smiles all the time. 

he only finds out when they’re all lounging around, drinking after a run in with the marines. the atmosphere is relaxed and he lets himself be a little looser. letting his small admiration for his crew creep into his heart. before shachi leans over to her. and asks what her devil fruit is cuz she hasn’t used it yet. she merely shrugs, the alcohol clouding her eyes as she smile at him. 

“it’s kinda lame but i think i can use it if captain ever needed it.” 

already so willing to give herself up to him, it makes him feel… a bit good about himself. something that solidified the people he’s with and the devotion they have. penguin and shachi push her to show them what her devil fruit does, shoving her and roughhousing with the maturity of teenagers. she laughs as i she elbows them back and stays seated in her side with ikkaku. She makes a dramnatc show of waving her hands and wiggling her fingers to make her comrades laugh. And laugh they do, drunkenly giggling. She grins in triumph as she turns her head to penguin, whos giggling loudly.

“And now, you all will see with my next trick, i shall mke this man silent!”

And with a snap of her fingers and a exclaim of “silent!: to the air, penguin’s voice zapped to nothing. The shocked faces of the crew before they clapped for her and she released the bibble she had made around penguin as he awed at her devil fruit. The alcohol serving to make their amusement vast. But from behind his friends, trafalgar law stared with widneed eyes at the woman. He sees her smiling face as she settles back into talks about her devil fruit. 

“Hey Law, I love y-” 

He suddenly feels sick to his stomach. The alcohol settled nicely before but he feels sick now again. Gagging bacm emotions that threatened to bubble up from his throat and spill from his ehes. Suddenly that little boy from all of those years ago. Even though he wasn’t that c,ose to the women before, shachi and penguin shielding him from across the table, he suddenly needed to be farther. Farther and farther. Away from this woman who made him feel so vulnerable and he doesnt know why. 

He immediatrlyu teleports himself to his room, somewhere hidden away from these people that he has accidentally let too close to his heart. Even though they were hundreds of feet away, they took a step too close, an inch too close. One more step and law would burst. Bepo meets himin his room, closing the door as he sits on law’s bed. wordlessly , wrapping law in his fizzy arms cled with their suit. And law closes his eyes and trieste to ground himself in the mink’s touch. 

The next day, he decides to confront the woman, lounging in the training room as she practiced. Sweat beading down her head as she breathed slowly, cracking an eye open as she saw her captain standing in the doorway. 

“Ah captain!” 

She proceeded to scramble to her feet as she looked at her captain. They havent really shared a proper conversation yet. Shes flustered as she averts eyes from her captain, not really registering him as a real person. More so someone that she has to please so she can keep being on his crew. He looks at her with a frown as he opens his mouth to say something. Before closing it again, averting his eyes skughtly. 

What should he say? 

I want to kill you so my saviour’s devil fruit can be safe in my grasp again? 

I hate you for eating his devil fruit even if you didnt know it? 

I hope you leave my crew and never show your face in front of me again> 

He doesnt know how to bring up his feeling about his saviour in front of someone who barely knows him. If it was the brother of cora-san that he hated oh so deeply, maybe he could muster out some words. Maybe he could reach forward and strangle her until she could not breathe anymore. But this is not doflamingo. 

THis is one of his crew. Someone who pledged her life to serve next to him. So he bites back the words that want  otumble out of his mouth so desperately, rough words that he want to scar her. 

“How do hou fight?” 

He mumbles, searching for something to fall back on. It makes sense, theyre in the training room next to the gym inside of their submarine. He feels a bit proud at his lying as she blinks up at him, surprised as she rubs the back of her neck. 

“Ah… wanna spar captain?” 

She asks quietly as she gives a slight grin at him. She says it;s easier to just spar with people instead of explaining, more fun that way. And so, he does. But not before she wiggles her finger and tells him no devil fruits. He feels a little smirk grace his lips, obviously shes not expecting him to be any good. He agrees and puts down his sword, stretching his body. She drops the shoulders of her boiler suit, tying it around her waist. 

And so, they spar. She starts off the spar, dancing around him. Grinning and taunting him, he could almost call it playful. He keeps his eyes trained on her form, before she rushes him with quick jabs. He tenses and blocks her jabs, trying to close the dictnce with a kick. Before she dodges and twirls around him, shes elusive he realizes. Like a butterfly that flaps its wings around its victim, playful and innocent looking. 

The fight goes on for a while before she sighs and just gives up, whining aout how she doesnt wanna fight her captain anymore. Theyre too evenly matched as he wipes the sweat from his brow. Breathing softly as he stares down at her form lying on the ground. He rolls his eyes with a pang of annoyance. It was her idea to begin with. He looks at the time and realizes its been an hour since they started sparring. 

“I think i won, captain”

He hears form the floor as his breathing evens out. Looking down from the spot hes standing, he meets her eyes. 

“You certainly dide not, you gave up from exhaustion.” 

He mutters matter of fact before she sighs, and stands back up. 

“Well thanks fir the spar capt!”

[rinnsverse]

If that's the case then could you do a Connor Stoll x GN reader (angst, Riordanverse, and one shot form)

The plot could go where Connor tries to get with reader by using pranks or jokes but every time he does this, it actually pushes them away and reader keeps on getting tired of it (,because of how often he does it), so they tell Connor to just leave them alone and how they don't even want to talk with him.

Note: this can be for the follower event but idk if it's already full.

(You can change parts of it to fit your writing and to make it more angst)

Thank you

“JUST JOKES” — connor s.

TROPES: angst

UNIVERSE: riordanverse

PAIRING(S): connor stoll x gn!reader

WARNING(S): swearing, takes place during the pjo series, mentions of injuries, implied character death

A/N: the hardest part about making this one-shot was finding a pic of connor

THE MOMENT YOU arrived in camp and Connor spoke to you, he felt something.

Despite you arriving to camp with cuts and scrapes littering your body he still found you pleasing to look at. Never had he thought such things could still make someone so easy on the eyes.

Though Luke was the head of the cabin, Connor found himself tagging along during your tour of camp and making small jokes about a story that happened there.

And that’s just what they were, small jokes.

At least, that’s how they started.

“Hey Y/N, want some gum?” Connor tilted his head at you with a smile while you were taking a break from volleyball.

Shrugging your shoulders, you put down your water bottle and took the gum. Unwrapping it you see it’s empty with the words:

‘lol you thought >:)’

Written on the inside.

You look at Connor with a deadpan look as he laughs at your misfortune. You throw the wrapper back at him with a small laugh, “You suck.”

Small jokes. That's how you wish they stayed that way.

How many years had it been since you arrived at camp?

How many years have you remained in the Hermes cabin?

How many years had it been that you’ve remained unclaimed?

How many years have Connor’s unrelenting jokes have remained?

Too long.

It’s been too long you’ve stayed at camp, full of constants you loathed.

Connor’s so-called-‘jokes,’ the Hermes Cabin, each day passing by with no glowing symbol above your head showing that the gods cared, you loathed it.

Especially with Connor joking calling you an ‘honorary Hermes cabin member.’

It was just a joke you told yourself. Everyday. Every night. You reminded yourself it was just, a joke. But everyday it was just a reminder that you had the unfortunate gift of being a child of a god. What a joke.

Scaring you by grabbing your shoulders every capture the flag game despite being on the same team? Just a joke. Putting sugar inside a bag of chips he offered you? Just a joke. Tugging your hair every few minutes during dinner? Just. A. Joke.

It was hard to actively avoid Connor when you both shared a cabin, but choosing activities he hated was easy.

“Hey, you avoiding me or something? You didn’t show up to sword practice,” Connor asked while you were sat on the sandy beach, watching the sun set.

“I switched out. Got into archery,” you reply dryly, not bothering to look at him.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t wanna talk to you anymore and I don’t want you talking to me,” you snap, sharply glaring at him who visibly leaned back, “You’re jokes are annoying and you’ve never been funny. Go do the only thing your dad’s known and good for, errand boy.”

You looked at him with a harsh look one last time before walking away from him and into the woods.

That was the last time anyone’s ever saw or heard from you - the aftermath of the battle of the labyrinth.

Until now.

Connor eyes were wide, irises trembling at the sight before him and palms sweaty, but not because of the sword he has held for hours. But because of the person standing before him, “Y/N?”

The eyes looking back at him were full of apathy and void of the twinkle that made him fall in love the moment he first set eyes on you.

You adorned bloodied armor along with golden dust coating it along with an iron grip on your sword, “Connor.” The way you spat out his name made it seem as if it were profanity, hurting him even more.

“Why?” Connor choked out.

“Why what?” you rolled your eyes as if his question was stupid.

“Did… did you leave camp because of me?” he looked at you with sad eyes, catching a glimpse is sympathy on your face before it being wiped back to neutral as if it were never there.

You scoff, “As if I’d leave that place because of something as petty as you’re shit jokes.

“I left because I was sick. Sick of being a faceless kid in a nameless crowd of unclaimed kids. Unloved kids. Kids who their godly parents who thought of them as a joke.

“Always the claimed kids siding with the gods. Must be nice knowing the parent who cursed you with their own burdens,” your voice broke as you spoke, having held back your own thoughts for so long.

“It’s not to late,” Connor desperately told you, an attempt to repent you and his past actions, “It’s not to late to side back with the gods. If we win the war I’m sure the gods are sure to acknowledge you-“

“And then what?! Even if I were to be claimed by them my brothers and sisters would be dead. Gone!” you yell back. “And at my hands as well,” you rasped out, grip tightening around your sword, “It’s to late for me.”

Blinking your tears away, you exhale before running at Connor and swinging your sword at him until the world turned black.

A/N: dunno if the added angst worked, but if it did your welcome! or sorry, for making angst and for a short one-shot

[mattsdae]

help wanted part 4

read part 1, part 2, and part 3

tags: joe young x masc reader , leather/latex , frotting , making out , nipple play (?) , reader likes joe’s tits but can we really blame him , gambling ig , honestly not a lot happens , mostly fluff and plot shit

synopsis: joe looks good in his new costume, but reader feels like he’s being… watched.

word count: ~5.4k

a/n: sorry for the long wait! hopefully this is at least a little worth the 3 weeks with zero updates lol also i’m using readers forgetfulness to my advantage cuz idk any of the side characters names so i just wrote that reader doesn’t know anyones names.

joe was asleep by the time the lion king ended. turns out, crying your eyes out for the entire morning was tiring, so he took a little nap. the only issue was that he fell asleep on your shoulder. he was worried about you, so he got nice and close, cuddling up and falling asleep.

you had to sit through his nap, which sucked since the remote was out of reach and you couldn’t put another movie on. you sat still, listening to his little snores as he clung onto your arm. you let boredom (and comfort) take over, falling asleep with him on the couch.

you woke up a few hours later, curled up with a blanket over you. at first, you didn’t question it, rolling over and pulling the sheet up to your chin. it took a second, but you suddenly remembered joe. you popped up, looking over the living and dining room. you looked at the coffee table, finding a handwritten note.

Y/N,

you fell asleep, so i decided to go. i rewinded the tape for you! i had a lot of fun. we should do this more often!

:)

joseph young

you didn’t realize, but you smiled as you read the note. he had nice handwriting, simple but neat cursive that was still easily legible. he put a proper signature at the bottom as if it were a legal document, which only made you smile more. it was endearing to say the least. you kept the note, putting it in your bedside table drawer.

as you tidied up the tapes, you started to make up excuses in your head for what happened. it wasn’t like it was a date or anything. all you did was watch movies, it wasn’t a big deal. even though it ended with his head on your shoulder, so what? you could excuse all of it. you decided to ignore the dry humping and the fact that you came to the thought of loving him.

later that day, you got a call from dave talking about another orgazmo film you were going to do lighting for. you agreed a little too quick before catching the date and time. now, it was that date and time. you were talking to one of the prop designers, leaned up against the wall outside as you smoked a cigarette.

“honestly, i don’t get it, but maxxx asked for it so here i am.” he took a drag from his own cigarette. like most people on set, you didn’t know his name. people come and go pretty often, so you learned to tune out any names. it’s gotten to the point now that you can’t remember who anyone is, even if they’ve stayed around for months. usually, it gets to the point where it’s too awkward to ask.

“so is it supposed to be sexy? the whole orgasm-inator thing or whatever it’s called?” he shrugged with a smile.

“maxxx is into some weird shit, dude. i wouldn’t put it past him.” you nodded, smiling as you remembered multiple examples of his weird fetishes.

“y/n! need you in here!” dave called out. you answered before putting your cigarette out and going inside.

“what do you need-“

you cut yourself off, staring at joe as he spoke to the costume designer. he was wearing a new outfit, one made of latex or possibly leather. either way, it was tight fitting and shiny, hugging every inch of him perfectly. his shoulders and arms were exposed, which weirdly turned you on more than anything. you’d seen his dick, yeah, but never his bare arms.

he was muscular, much stronger than his loose button ups and long sleeves showed. his chest hair poked over the material, bringing attention to his expose collarbones. you felt insane, getting worked up over something like arms and collarbones. like an early englishman calling women harlot’s for exposing their ankle.

“you good?” you blinked, brought back to reality as dave snapped his fingers in front of you. your face heated, quickly adjusting yourself for no particular reason. “i just need you to set another umbrella by the couch.”

you nod, quickly getting to work to avoid any more suspicious. just as you tightened the knob, locking the angle in place, joe walked up.

“hey!” he grinned. you smile subconsciously.

“hey..” you hummed. you blushed, realizing you deepened your voice like a middle schooler trying to impress his crush. he giggled.

“why does your voice sound like that?” his eyes twinkled, a large grin on his face as he asked. you almost smiled just looking at him, but you stopped yourself.

“uhh, i’m a little sick.” you committed, keeping your voice weirdly raspy and deep. you felt your face warm up as you heard someone nearby huff out a small laugh.

“oh, really? are you okay?” his eyes widened, concerned. you shook your head, turning away to mess with the already set up light.

“yeah, i’m fine.” you turned away, squatting down in attempt to end the conversation. he put his hand on your shoulder.

“are you sure? you need to get some rest if you don’t feel well.” you shook your head, avoiding looking at him in case you spaced out again.

“i’m fine, joe. i promise.” your voice faultered. finally, you looked up at him. he always had a pout, a small downturn of his lips that only got more exaggerated with strong emotions like worry. you kept eye contact, refusing to look anywhere else.

“okay..” he leaned back. you went back to your job of acting busy, only for him to stay put. “did you see my new costume? it’s a little weird, right?”

“yeah, i saw it.” of coarse you saw it, it was the first thing you witnessed when you opened the door and yeah, it was weird. that’s why you were so freaked out about being turned on by it. “it looks good.”

“really? it’s a little.. tight.” you didn’t look, but you heard his hand run over the costume, likely trying to point out where it was tight. you refused to look, knowing what would happen if you did.

“i think it looks fine, man.” you keep your gaze away. he says a small hmph before walking away. you kept doing your work, finishing whatever dave asked you to do. eventually, you had a break and went outside for another smoke.

you heard the backdoor open slowly and shut just the same. you knew who it was, you didn’t even have to look. you felt joe walk closer, stopping a few feet away. you glance, catching a look at his costume in broad daylight. it looked just as hot as it did inside.

“are you okay?” joe asked. you nod.

“yeah. why?”

“you just.. you’re acting weird. ever since we kissed, you’ve been avoiding me and you didn’t even look at me when i was talking to you earlier..” you kept your head down, unable to say what was so clearly on your mind. “are you mad at me?”

“no! of coarse not! i just.. i dunno. i’m just not my normal self right now, you know?” he nods. he crossed his arms, subconsciously covering himself. “i think the costume looks great. sorry for not saying it earlier.”

“you think so?” he lit up, now smiling.

“yeah. you look really nice. can i say something? and promise you won’t laugh.” he agreed. “i wasn’t looking at you ‘cause i was worried i’d get hard.” you heard shuffling above you, but you decided to ignore it.

“really?” he beamed, clearly excited by the fact that you found him sexy. you nod. “i didn’t know people were into this stuff.. so you like this?”

the truth was, it wasn’t the outfit that turned you on; it was his body. the way it hugged every little curve perfectly and showed off parts of his body you never thought to notice. it showed how strong and sturdy his body is, contrasting his sweet gaze. it was whiplash, switching between eye contact to checking his body, going from an innocent little mormon boy to a strong man.

“yeah, i guess i do.” that was an easier answer. he nods, looking away. you flick your cigarette, glancing over his body again. “can i touch you?”

“hm?” you didn’t even mean for the question to come out, but with it now floating in the air, you committed.

“can i touch you? i think you look really nice and i.. i want to feel it.” you chewed on your lip as you waited for an answer. you glanced up above you, noticing the suspicious open window directly above the two of you. he looked around before taking your hand and leading you inside. as you two walked through the door, everyone looked before quickly averting their gaze. you blushed, narrowing your eyes as the entire crew acted busy while joe dragged you up the stairs and into a makeshift dressing room, which was just a bedroom with only a futon and different clothes hung up.

“where do you want to touch?” he asked, shutting the door behind you and locking. you glanced down his body, struggling to choose. deciding against answering, you instead responded by kissing him, pulling him close by the back of his neck and leading him to the futon.

as joe sat, you straddled him, legs planting on either side and holding him still. his hands moved to your waist, holding you as well. while his thumb rubbed circles onto your hip, you explored. your palms, sweaty from anxiety, squeaked over the material. he hummed.

“you look so good, baby..” he huffed as you felt over his chest, brushing over his nipples. “just can’t get enough of you, can i?”

he nods in agreement, unaware of the subtext. a subtle confession. you circle your hips, slowly grinding against him as he did before. he whined, fingers digging into your sides. you pull back from the kiss, glancing over him. his face was pink, rosy cheeks matching his flushed chest. his forearms tensed as he moved your hips himself, frustrated by your recess.

“you’re just too much.” another quick confession that could be covered up. you tried to stay professional, avoiding any hint of your true feelings, but you weren’t sure joe would notice if you were being obvious.

one of your hands wandered to his face, holding his jaw and cheek before returning to the kiss. it felt just as intimate and experimental as the first time. joe gripped your hips, still pushing and pulling. your brushed his nipple again, making him whimper. you pull away, looking at him.

“can i touch you here? is it okay?” you gave a little pinch to make the message a little clearer. he whines, nodding. you closed the gap, hand moving away from his jaw and to the straps of his costume. you slowly undressed him, studying how every touch felt. his arm lifted, letting you take it off. his skin was smooth, gentle and soft in contrast with the muscles underneath.

you removed the other strap, moving it low enough to expose his chest. you nearly drooled at the sight. the shock made you realize how little you’ve seen of him. even though you’ve seen his most private area, you still didn’t get the privilege to see the rest of him. his shoulders tensed, shy under your gaze.

“you look so pretty,” you hum. he nods, reassured. considering you were ‘straight’ only a month ago, you were shocked by how infatuated you were. his chest flushed, rising and falling slowly as he looked over you at the same time. his hands moved under your shirt, exploring your skin. you buried your face in his neck, moaning into his flesh as he massaged. you kissed, licking over the muscle and causing him to squirm.

“off..” he mumbled, pulling at your shirt. you pull back and he lets go of the material. you chuckle, leading his hands back to the hem.

“if you want it off, you gotta take it off.” he makes eye contact, expression nervous and seeking approval. you nod. he lifts the shirt over your head and looks at your abdomen. he stares.

“you’re skinny.” you start to laugh, which makes him shy. “no, i didn’t- you’re shirt..”

“it’s fine, baby.” he’d never seen you with a shirt or pants that actually fit, usually 2 or 3 sizes too big. he was confused by it, you could tell by the fact that he offered to give you extra shirts he had that would fit better when you first met him. his hands found their way to your waist. he squeezed, making you squirm and giggle.

“you’re ticklish?” he grinned. you shook your head, straightening your expression and pushing his hands off.

“nah, man. i’m not-“ he grabbed at your sides again. you whined, trying to wiggle away as one of his arms wrapped around your hip and held you still. you pushed against his chest as he smiled up at you. he let go after a few seconds.

“you’re such a liar!” he giggled as you complained. you felt a twinge in your chest, guilt burning for just a moment before he kissed you again, cutting off your rambling. a small smile formed, melting into his touch as he started to unbutton your jeans. your hands hovered over his, waiting for him to go for your sides again, but he was far too focused on what was in your pants.

you reached for his chest again, making him whine as he touched your cock over your boxers. he was gentle, almost scared to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. you grind into his hand with a moan, confirmation to keep going. you stayed attached to his chest, circling his areola. he shivered, bringing a smile to your face.

“you sensitive there?” you teased. he nodded, head kept low as he moaned. he touched you the same way you did him, trying to mimick each move in the same order. his thumb rubbed just under the tip, you moaning in response. “come on, baby. touch me. please?”

he obeys, sliding your boxers low enough to expose you to him. he stared for a few seconds, watching as you twitched in his palm. you whined, pinching his nipple to make him move. he moaned, his cock now twitching from within his suit.

“why don’t you touch yourself, too?” you suggested. he glanced up as you took a hold of his hand, tracing over each indent on his palm. “you got big hands, i’m sure you can hold both at the same time.”

he nods, also pulling his pants just low enough to expose himself. you bit your lip at the sight, watching him pull your hips closer. he hooked his thumb onto his cock before taking a hold of yours, pressing them together. you moan as he moves his hand slowly. he nodded, taking your moan as verbal encouragement and quickly jerking both of you off.

your hips bucked, thrusting into his fist every so often as you fondled his chest. you buried your face in his neck, licking the skin before attaching your lips. he moaned, his free hand grabbing onto your bicep. you pinched again.

“there.. just like that.” you moan into his mouth, mumbling praises as he sped up, desperation taking over sensuality. you whined as he moved away from your lips, pressing his face into your shoulder. he moaned rythmically, just as you did. you lifted his chin, pushing his head back before dipping down.

he gasped when you licked over his nipple, teeth grazing over it as he grabbed onto your hair. he twitched, the jump made evident by your touching cocks. you moaned as well, the brief friction taking you by suprise. you suckled on his breast, just like you did to girls. he whined as you did so, unable to decide between watching and throwing his head back in pleasure.

“i’m.. i think i’m close-“ joe whined, gripping harder as he did the same to your cocks, desperately moving up and down. you moan at the admission.

“you think you can wait for me?” he nearly wailed, making you smile against his chest.

“pleaseee..”

“kiss me. i’ll cum faster if you kiss me.” he quickly grabbed onto your hair, pulling you up and pressing his lips to yours. you melted, openly moaning into his mouth as you throbbed within his grip. he kept pulling, remembering how much you loved it before. he took advantage of it, yanking at your locks passionately.

before you knew it, you were cumming all over your own bare chest and his latex costume. he moaned as you did, rushing to catch up and cum at the same time. he succeeded, pulling your hair one last time as his hips stuttered against his own fist. it was overwhelming. his hand in your hair, fist squeezing your cocks together as it moved, his lips against yours. it was all too much.

you whined, softening in his grip as he slowly lets go. he whimpered, too. your cocks lazily pressed together, just barely overstimulating both of you. you finally pull away, ending the kiss. he looked up at you, pupils blown and eyes wide.

“what?” you ask, wondering why he looked at you that way. his expression didn’t change as his eyes flicked between each of your features.

“i know you’re a boy but..” he trails off. his hand reached up to your face, his thumb running over each of his favorite features. he parted your lips, noting their reddish hue after kissing, before caressing your cheeks while looking into your eyes. it was intimate, letting someone caress your face while pointing out their favorite features with each touch. you flushed under his gaze. “you’re pretty.”

“you think so?” you didn’t mean to ask the question, it slipping out before you could catch it. you voice was soft, barely above a whisper. he nods. you felt hot, heat suddenly overwhelming you as he looked away from your eyes and studied your features ahain. there’s a moment where both of you watch eachother, you being too scared to even think about what he meant. eventually, you pulled apart and cleaned up.

filming felt awkward now. for some reason, it felt like everyone was watching you. filming ended and while joe usually left soon after wrapping, he stayed behind, waiting for you to leave. at first, you didn’t understand why he’d stay, but he quickly made it clear as he made conversation.

“i’m hungry. do you want to get something after you’re done? my treat!” he smiled at you. you agree absentmindedly. “can we get mcdonalds? i heard the big mac’s good!”

“you heard?” you chuckle as he confirms. “so you’ve never been to mcdonalds?”

“no. my mom always cooked for us ‘cause that’s what a woman is supposed to do.” you grimace.

“you know, women can do other things, right?”

“yeah, but that’s what my mom and dad always said.” you decide to leave it there, too tired to explain feminism to him. you were frustrated anyway, considering you were left alone to clean up all by yourself. you assumed most of the actors left, but the film crew should be helping disassemble everything. you knew the lazy assholes maxxx hired as help usually fucked off and waited for you to finish, but at least dave would help. even he was nowhere to be seen.

joe stayed behind as you did a final sweep to make sure everything was reset. you found one of the doors shut and a distant rumble of voices behind it, a suspicious sight considering you assumed everyone was gone. you opened, slowly poking your head in and finding the entire crew, actors included, standing around yelling at eachother.

“no, dude! did you see the way they were looking at eachother? they’re totally fucking!” a voice called back, continuing a conversation you missed the first half of.

“man’s looks in love! they’re totally dating!” a girl spoke up.

“why not both? you’re acting like it’s one or the other!” you stepped in, shutting the door behind you as you entered.

“i swear! they were flirting outside and y/n was complimenting him!” you furrowed your brow, just barely recognizing your name in the sea of words.

“i just don’t see him as the type.. i mean he doesn’t even look gay. also, didn’t he fuck ava?”

“he probably likes both, dude. dave likes guys and girls, too.”

“he’ll fuck anything as long as it has a pulse. either way, joe’s the queer one of the two.” joe? why were they talking about him? you glared at the man who said it, who quickly realized you were listening in and stopped talking.

“what’s going on?” you asked slowly, watching as a few people held their hands behing their back. you stepped forward, looking at the producer, who turned with you to avoid showing his backside. “what are you holding?”

“uhhh…” you grabbed for his wrist, making a 100 dollar bill fall to the ground. you paused, staring at the cash as some people snuck out of the room. “why are you holding that?”

“y/n, it’s fine.” dave spoke up, directing your attention towards him. he was sat at a fold up table, a shoebox next to him along with a clipboard with multiple columns and rows. “it’s just a friendly little bet. gotta keep morale up, right?”

“what’s the bet?” at this point, the room was almost fully empty as everyone escaped. you and dave stared at eachother, him smiling innocently. he looked away for a second, fiddling with the corner of the paper.

“i just want to preface by saying, i didn’t tell anyone anything.” you furrowed your brow, only getting more confused. he slid over the clipboard. on the paper, you four columns, each labeled.

not gay | fucking | dating | both.

the worst part was, fucking was the most betted. you stared, mouth agape. “everyone saw you eyeing up joe the last couple of times you worked together, so when people started talking, i told them to put their money where their mouth is. most people thought you just had a fat crush on joe, but lily said she saw you guys flirting outside, which kinda skewed the vote.. everyone wanted to change their votes, but rules are rules. they know they can’t-“

“you’re fucking with me, right?” he paused before shaking his head. “how long has this been going on?!”

“yeah, well, people noticed how you changed your shirt in the middle of filming and how you stared at him. not to mention the fact that he’s waiting for you to finish putting everything away so you could go out. there’s actually a lot of proof. he keeps dragging you off into his dressing room, you spaced out when you first saw him in that costume..”

you stared in disbelief, unable to even find an excuse. everyone was watching. everyone knew you liked him and everyone assumed he liked you. you felt sick. the idea of the entire crew and a legion of pornstars betting on yours and joe’s queerness made you ill.

“obviously, i’m the bookie because it’d be cheating for me to vote since.. you know.” you cringed. “but it’s all for fun! i promise there isn’t any malicious intent.”

“you’re making a bet off of me and joe being gay, that sounds pretty malicious.” dave shrugged.

“it’s not out of ill-will. it’s just a fun bet-“

“about me and joe being gay?”

“yes!” you scoff, grabbing onto your hair and groaning.

“you have to call it off, dude. if joe finds out-“

“he’s not gonna find out-“

“if joe finds out,” you emphasize. “he’s gonna freak out.”

“how do you know? he seems pretty into you. he probably thinks you guys are already dating.” you rolled your eyes at the assumption.

“joe just got ex-communicated. if he finds out that what we’re doing is gay..” dave laughed, a large grin spreading as he held onto his chest.

“what? he really believes that bullshit you spew about just being friends?!” you glared, ready to argue back before he interrupted. “i know you think you know joe well, but be honest with yourself. you barely know the dude outside of sex, how would you know how he feels about being gay. did he ever mention the idea of being gay as a bad thing?”

you stayed quiet, realizing that no, he hadn’t said being gay is a bad thing. even when he questioned it, he never said it was wrong. he called it a sin once, but he easily could have meant masturbation. you looked away.

“maybe try talking to him. you know, not about how hot he looks in latex.” you flushed. “ava said you two were gonna go out to get something to eat, so you got the perfect opportunity. bring him to mcdonalds, get him some shitty nuggets and a big mac, large fry too, and ask him about himself. spend some time together. actually do something that doesn’t involve sex.”

you glared, genuinely angry at dave for assuming what you knew about joe. you hands trembled a bit before you huffed and walked off. you stormed down the stairs and found joe, sat cross-legged on the ground, poking around at some of the cameras. he jumped back when he saw you, quickly putting it back into place.

“oh, hey! did you see everyone? i thought they all left and they came down the steps, but they were acting all weird. did you talk to th-“

“let’s go.” you grabbed his hand, practically dragging him towards your car. “what do you want from mcdonalds? you said a big mac, right?”

“oh, uhhh.. i heard the nuggets are good-“

“whatever you want. you can get nuggets, a burger, a fuckin’ mcrib, i don’t care. it’s on me.” joe nods, following quickly as you opened the car door for him. he thanks you and you quickly get in on the other side, rushing to the nearest mcdonalds.

there was a few minutes of silence, you too angry to start speaking and him feeling the rage radiating off of you. you tried to think of an ice breaker. it was awkward, realizing that dave was right. you didn’t know anything about joe. you knew what he looked like and where he liked to be touched, but nothing personal. you cleared your throat.

“so.. tell me about yourself.”

he did. he talked about his childhood, being a middle child with 5 siblings. he talked about his mom, how she loved cooking and he always wanted to help, but she’d shoo him off and say it was a womans job. he talked about being mormon, what growing up was like within the mormon faith, he even mentioned a girl he was supposed to marry before they broke up. he also talked about what he liked and what he wanted to do. turns out, he always thought video games were cool, which started a conversation about your playstation and the games you had.

you got several things from mcdonalds, creating a buffet for the two of you when you got back to your place. you showed him the games you talked about and taught him how to play tony hawk’s pro skater 2. he loved it and you did too. both of you fell asleep on the couch, him laying on your chest while you played, mumbling to him about techniques, even though he was clearly unconscious. the next day, you hung out some more. you made breakfast together, went out to the mall together, got lunch together. it was amazing and by the end of the day, joe stood awkwardly outside your car door, fingers twiddling.

“so.. i’ll see you again, right?” you nod. he looks down. you took what dave said to heart, refusing to have sex with him during your time spent. you were sure that’s what he was thinking about. he had fun, but the one thing you two were comfortable doing was excluded.

“if you want to come by, just let me know. i had fun.” joe nods. there’s a moment of silence, only the crickets chirping making noise. he circles your car, going to the driver side. you roll down the window. “what are you-“

he kissed you. a quick peck like a couple would do before parting. he pulled away, taking in your features for a split second before rushing to his car and leaving. you flushed. maybe he did like you.

[eurydicees]

Idk if anyone has asked this before on tumblr or if you made a post about it, but what are your favorite hq fics? (Or fics that stuck with you)

MY FAVORITE TOPIC* !!!! so i have a #fic rec tag that i collect fics in like a dragon hoarding gold, but here are some special favorites from my ao3 bookmarks**! sorted by ship/theme, but otherwise not in any particular order (under the cut bc this got WAY too long). if you've already read all these you should ask for more recs. i have them. i have so many.

*my other favorite topic is talking about MY fics. here is a link to my ao3. shameless self promo and all that <3

**i read a, um, concerning amount of iwaoi, so this is an iwaoi heavy list. sorry but also not really because there's a LOT of good fics abt them.

getting together fics <333333

my heart is where it's always been by foreverautumn (iwaoi, 21113 words)

Iwaizumi knows he shouldn’t care who Oikawa might have feelings for, but within the span of three days, it’s somehow the only thing he can think about.

State of Grace by lahdolphin (kuroshou, 6985 words)

Kuroo's relationship with Daishou had never been simple. Kissing him didn't make up for the many years Kuroo spent agonizing over him, but it was a very good start.

all that i see by princessofthebugs (iwaoi, 649 words)

Iwaizumi confesses to him on his birthday, as he sits on his floor, shredding paper into tiny bits. "I used to like you."

the strange music of your heart by caniculeo (bokuaka, 18446 words)

in which akaashi falls for bokuto first.

i was tired and you were standing in the best light by keishn (iwaoi, 7148 words)

It's the time of year that the sun starts setting when they get out of practice. Looking at Oikawa with the pink-orange light reflected in his eyes and shining off his hair is not something Hajime thinks he can survive.

open doors and plastic stars by ikeru (iwaoi, 22708 words)

Loving Oikawa has never been exclusive to Iwaizumi—not when Oikawa is a magnet, an incandescent star that pulls and pulls until you can’t help but watch him, love him. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, but his heart breaks all the same.

life is chances that are taken by bohemianraspberries (iwaoi, 3970 words)

He isn’t afraid that Oikawa won’t want to be his friend anymore, because neither of them are like that and besides, he’s fairly sure by now that Oikawa likes boys too – it’s the fear that nothing will change. He might tell Oikawa that he thinks he’s not a hundred per cent straight, Oikawa might tell him the same, and they might continue to stay best friends forever, and Iwaizumi isn’t so sure that’s all he wants anymore. Because he’s pretty certain that it’s not just boys he’s into – it’s Oikawa.

the rest of your life by Queen_Dragon_Lightning_Castle (iwaoi, 2983 words)

When Hanamaki asks him what type of girl he’d go for, Hajime shrugs. ”Dunno. As long as she’s chill.” Thereupon, Tooru tries too hard when he doesn't need to try at all.

Underneath the Mistletoe by orphan_account (kuroken, 3811 words)

While Kenma and Kuroo are out together to see the local Christmas lights, they find a special display for taking festive pictures. If only they had paid closer attention to all of the decorations...

shut up (make me) by love_yourself_1358 (iwaoi, 11557 words)

alternatively: how Oikawa is the most oblivious person ever. But that's okay. Iwaizumi will still be his happy ending.

canon-to-me character studies

An Opponent Is Announced by agletbaby (genfic, 13141 words)

In which Sakusa is trying to prepare for the Olympics, but Oikawa Tooru's backstory keeps getting in the way.

don't talk to me or any of my fourteen children ever again by meregalaxiesandgods (ukai & karasuno vbc, 39963 words)

Ukai Keishin was not—and had no interest in becoming—a father. He’d somehow become responsible for fourteen children regardless.

most people never even get a single high school rival by sulfate (iwaoi, 5217 words)

Team Argentina gets to know Iwaizumi Hajime (27) Athletic Trainer.

Through a Mother's Eyes by aunnoo (iwaoi, 2427 words)

You might've only given birth to one, but you get to watch two grow. They are your boys. (If there's anything you'd wish upon them, it'd be happiness.)

silver fork by ratboyrussell (seijoh genfic, 2774 words)

Teammates, friends, family: those who help out when needed.

AUs

The Whole Of The Moon by IetjeSiobhan (kuroken, 9253 words)

Tetsurou has never thought about it before, but right now, he is absolutely and thoroughly terrified. Because he’s so, so in love, and he’s always known that Kenma is it for him, but what if he’s not it for Kenma?

just hear me out by loveclouds (iwaoi, 7679 words)

Iwaizumi's beeper has been going off for Oikawa since they've been kids. Oikawa's has only ever been silent.

other favorites

"Blankets" - Feb 2020 Prompts by hightopboots (kuroshou, 1472 words)

There's a blizzard, Kuroo and Daishou are stuck in a cabin together.

bad days and stomach pains by kittykawas (iwaizuumi & matsukawa genfic, 3705 words)

Iwaizumi isn’t one for dramatics, generally. He tends to be straight forward and pragmatic and he doesn’t like to catastrophize - not when Oikawa is right there catastrophizing enough for a small country - but sometimes, life gets the better of him. He has bad days. And today is a terrible, horrible, fucking bullshit day.

Comfortable by queerjab (bokuroo, 3108 words)

“Dude,” Kuroo covered his eyes with one hand, feeling how red his face was getting. “I promise you cannot help with this.” “Well how would I know? You won’t tell me!” “I started my fucking period!” Kuroo exclaimed, instantly regretting the admission. “Fuck,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes covered to avoid any further embarrassment. He’d never wanted so badly to sink into the floor. “Oh,” Bokuto breathed, and Kuroo considered slapping him. “Is that all?”

can we always be this close (forever and ever?) by lunarumbra (sakuatsu/osasuna, 3128 words)

Or: Sakusa visits Onigiri Miya one night to talk about weddings and rings.

The years shall run like rabbits by ladyoflalaland (ushiten, 7292 words)

Or, Ushijima Akemi watches her son’s relationship with Tendou change over the years and finds herself changing with it.  

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Heyyy, idk of ur requests are open but if they are can u please write a dean Winchester x ex girlfriend smut who is a hunter and who dean is still not over. Sam and Dean rescue her from a vampire nest and dean is angry and worried after her and she's all like "stop acting like you care" and he says something like I'll show u how much I care" + angst + kinda enemies x lovers + dark dean? + marking ; ( set in early seasons llke;1,2,3)

How Much I Care

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2538 // Rating: Explicit

Summary: She doesn't think Dean cares. So he's going to show her just how wrong she is.

Tags/ Warnings: Request, Requested Fic, Kissing, Past Relationship, Breakups, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Smut, Fluff, Arguing, Makeup Sex, Heat of the Moment, Vampires, Fighting, Violence, Mentions of Dead Bodies,

Notes: requests are open but slow i gotta be writing TGHLB x

Dean Tags: @caitlin1996

Dean couldn’t focus. His mind was a blur as it had been for the past three days. He had been trying to pretend that this wasn’t bothering him, like having Y/N so close beside him didn’t make him want to abandon the hunt altogether so they could head back to the impala in a tangle of lips, tongue and teeth. But it was hard. He hadn’t seen her in months and the last time they had seen each other had been a complete blowout with her telling him they were done. Over.

He couldn’t blame her. He could never blame anyone who wanted to leave him. The only person he’d ever managed to keep around was Sam and it wasn’t as if their relationship was a bed of roses either. Still, he missed her. That’s why he’d been insistent on taking the case. Sam had offered two options, a sure-fire salt and burn or what could possibly be a vamp’s nest. They had no way of knowing if the vamp case would lead to anything but Dean had picked it anyway. Anywhere there were vamps Y/N was surely soon to follow.

‘And the other guys were found like this too?'  Dean said, looking at the pallid corpse on the table in front of him.  'Yep,' the sheriff said, 'not a drop of blood in them. COD exsanguination.'  'And the girls are nowhere to be found?' Sam said, flicking through the case file in his hand. 

'Apparently not,' the Sheriff shrugged, 'no one has seen or heard a thing since they went missing. Hell, one of the guys was even found ten minutes after it happened and the girl isn’t on any CCTV around the scene. I expect that's why there's such a buzz on your end. I mean three agents on one case-'

'I'm sorry three agents?' Sam asked quizzically. 

'Yeah, you two and that other one, the woman. She was here not fifteen minutes ago,' he said with a shrug causing a flutter to automatically brew in Dean's stomach, 'why isn't she with you?'

'Oh, she must have come from our other office,' Dean said with a smile. The sheriff looked unsure for a moment and then nodded. Sam however threw him a momentary curious glance. They wrapped up quickly after that as the sheriff did not have much more information than what they had already managed to dig up themselves. They excused themselves and once they were out of earshot Sam piped up. 

'Other office?' he asked, looking at Dean confused. 

'Yeah,' Dean shrugged. 

'Well, that's either another hunter or the feds. And you don't like working with either so how come you're so chill about this?' Sam asked. 

'It's a big case, Sammy,' Dean said as he unlocked the door to the impala, 'maybe they can help.' 

'When do you ever let anybody help?' a sweet soft voice said from behind him. He whipped around to find Y/N standing there on the pavement having appeared from the doorway of a run-down building beside the station. Dean swallowed thickly. She was eyeing him closely before her gaze fell on Sam who was watching the pair of them awkwardly. 

'Hey Y/N,' Sam said as casually as he could muster, making her smile. 

'Heya Sammy,' she said, coming towards them. The taller man moved around to the pavement and embraced her, his height swamping her as he brought her into his chest before allowing her to pull back. Dean's gaze never left her. 

'Hi,' he said after a moment. She smiled weakly at him and nodded though she didn’t speak, not to him at least, as she looked up at Sam and started asking about the case. Sam broke into their evidence as she nodded along, matching his thoughts and fears about a vamp nest. Dean however no longer had any interest in the case. He was drinking her in. Every moment, every movement as if it was going to be ripped away from him any second like it had been before. He had been so intent on staring at her that he had barely even registered that she asked him a question until he noticed her looking at him expectantly. 

'Huh?' he said as his eyes focused back on her face, now looking at him with annoyance. 

'I said how about we grab something to eat? I mean if you want to work together...we don't have to but-'

'No!' Dean said a little too quickly making Sam eye him suspiciously, 'nah it's fine. I saw a diner a way up the road. We can talk there.' 

'Okay,' she said, 'see ya there.' 

'Yeah, see you there,' Sam said walking to his side of the car so he could climb inside. Dean followed his brother's actions and climbed in the driver's side though he was watching her as she walked away, striding up the street towards an old beat-up Cadillac parked a few cars down from where they were.  As he started it up Dean felt a burning hot gaze on his face and turned his head to find Sam watching him expectantly.

‘What?’ Dean asked casually.

‘You had no idea she was going to be here?’ Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.

‘How could I?’ Dean scoffed as they took off.

‘I don’t know man,’ Sam said sceptically, ‘I mean it’s quite a big coincidence-‘

‘And that’s just what it is. A coincidence,’ Dean said sternly, signalling the end of the conversation. Sam rolled his eyes but fell quiet and they took off down the road. Dean however couldn’t help but notice the excitement inside him at the fact she was waiting just down the street.

After that, they worked on the case together. It hadn’t been easy. She seemed to be pretending like they were just colleagues and not like they’d spent every day together for years as friends before something more. It was odd. And Dean longed for things to be like they were before but he’d settle for her just being around over nothing. She was tucked in beside him, hiding from the pack of vamps in the barn in front of them. Several girls were dangling in the air, tied up and all in various states of being drained. She peered around the wall, turning back to him with a grave expression before she spoke.

 ‘There are six vamps,’ she said.

‘Great, three a piece,’ Dean said with a smile.

‘Don’t you think we should wait for Sam?’ she asked with concern.

‘Sammy can attack from the other side,’ he said, ‘we’ve got this you know we do.’

‘Okay fine,’ she said, raising her machete upwards so it shone in the low night light, ‘let’s do it.’

The room exploded into a blur of action. They flew around the corner, heading for vamp after vamp leaving them no time to recover from the initial shock to fight back. At some point in the frenzy, Sam appeared and soon enough they had six vamp heads laid at their feet and five girls screaming against their gags. They didn't even give themselves a moment to celebrate before they went straight into action again, un-tethering them as quickly as they were able.

‘It’s okay,’ she said, pulling the gag off the first girl she went to. She was tall and skinny, appearing to not have eaten in days. Y/N recognised her as the first girl to go missing. Y/N's heart hurt at the thought of what she had been put through, the first victim, the first tester. 

‘Are they dead?’ the girl said with a sniffle Y/N undid the bindings at her wrist and ankles and held her upright.

‘Yeah, we’ve got you. They can't hurt you anymore,’ she said sympathetically.

‘No they can't,’ she agreed, ‘but I can hurt you for killing them.’

 Before Y/N even had a moment to register what had happened the girl had changed, knocking her down to the floor with a wicked smile on her face as she pounced on her, her new razor-sharp fangs bared towards her neck. Y/N shrieked, pushing her as far back as she could and moving her head out of the way as she swiped at her. As soon as he heard her distress Dean’s mind clicked into action. He left the girl he had been saving and grabbed his machete, taking the final girl's head off with one clean swipe until she dropped on top of Y/N with a thud. He rushed forward, pushing the vamp off of her and pulling her out from under the dead weight. When she was upright, he watched her, assessing any damage he could find, but she shook him off pulling her leather-clad arm out of his grasp and looking away before she mumbled, ‘let’s just get the rest of them home.’

Dean nodded, trying to ignore that sinking feeling inside him as she pulled away, and followed her towards the girls who were clinging to Sam in abhorrent horror. Once they had the girls shipped off to the police station they headed back to the motel. Dean couldn’t stop checking his rearview to make sure she was okay. She didn’t look too worse for wear but she had remained quiet since the incident leading him to believe all was not as it seemed. Once they got back to the motel she climbed out of the car and Dean followed suit, though he threw Sam the keys as he headed to her room behind her. She didn't seem to notice he was heading to her room too until he blocked the door from shutting with his boot-clad foot. Y/N turned around with a scowl on her face as he stepped inside the dingy room and shut the door resting against it with his arms folded.

‘What are you doing?’ she asked incredulously as he watched her.

‘Making sure you’re alright,’ he said.

‘I’m fine Dean,’ she said as she pulled her jacket off and threw it on the floor before moving to sit on the bed so she could unlace her boots.

‘Doesn’t seem like it,’ he said.

‘What are you now the king of emotions?’ she said, kicking her shoes off.

‘No but I can tell when somethings buggin’ you,’ he reasoned, ‘and that vamp-'

‘I could handle it by myself,’ she snapped.

‘Didn’t look like it. In fact, it looked like you were on your way to becoming Vamp chow,' Dean said with a cocky smile though nerves bubbled inside him at the thought of her being hurt. 

‘Well maybe if you’d waited for Sam like I said,’ she said standing up so they were face to face.

‘You didn’t need any help at first. She took us by surprise. We weren't to know,’ he said, ‘but acting like it hasn’t upset you isn't going to help.’

‘Because you’ve never pushed your feelings away huh?’ she challenged looking into his big green eyes. 

'This isn't about me,' Dean scoffed.

'No, it's about you needing me to admit I needed your help. I don't know why though. You can stop pretending that you care,' she said, rolling her eyes.

'You don't think I care?' he baulked, 'I'll show you how much I care.'

And with that he grabbed her and pulled her to him, his lips crashing to hers. She stayed still for a moment before she melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as he moved her towards the bed. His calloused hands were everywhere he could touch, caressing the soft skin he had longed to feel for months, He wanted to take it all in, to remember every inch of her but he was scared it would be ripped away from him if the pair of them took a moment to reflect on what they were doing. Instead, he let his pants do the thinking and moved his lips to her neck, smiling against her as she moaned under his touch. It was a frenzy of clothes working each item off one another until they were just skin on skin, their hands exploring every inch of the other. He put his hand between her legs making her shiver against him as he teased through her folds before circling her sensitive bud.

 'Dean,' she sighed happily pulling him back towards her so she could kiss him. 

'That feel good baby?' he asked sucking on her neck hard enough that she would definitely have a bruise. 

'Amazing,' she said, 'but Dean?' 

'Hmm?' he said his mouth never leaving her chest.

'Fuck me?' he pulled back then. A devilish smile on his face as he moved to hover over her, his erection hot and leaking against her thigh. She watched him with excitement as he touched himself, ensuring he was at full attention before he gently eased inside her with a groan. He was in heaven. He couldn't believe how much he missed her. Even inside her, he missed her. The lonely months of longing and using his own hand somehow felt worth it now they were reconnected as one. As he chased his high he became lost in the moment until he was slamming into her, his kisses rough and frantic leaving marks in their wake. She didn't seem to mind though. In fact, she seemed to be meeting him with every thrust, her desperation as needy as his. He moved to tease her, his hand brushing against her in synchronisation with each thrust. 

'Y/N I can't hold out much longer,' he said making her open her eyes. She leaned up to kiss him, taking him by surprise when he found it was gentler and slower than he had anticipated, their anger from before replaced by a neediness for the other. He was taken aback for a moment before he met her energy, rolling her onto her side. It created a new, deeper angle but Dean wasn't focused on that. He was lost in kissing her, the way her fingers knotted in his hair as he resumed teasing her clit languidly.

It had gone from an Almighty crescendo to a gentle wave and he felt himself spilling into her as she started to climax around him, her walls fluttering around his cock and taking him for everything he had. There was no dramatic collapse in exhaustion, instead they lay there watching each other. Her fingers traced down his jaw line, teasing his lips as he kissed them  and then her. As he pulled out and moved to clean up she stopped him, her hand on his chest making him pause. 

'Y/N,' he said a little confused.

'Don't,' she whispered opening her eyes to look at him, 'let's just have this?' 

'Baby-' he said but she shook her head and tucked herself into him, his face buried in her neck as he wrapped his arms around her. It had been a whirlwind of a day. And though he wasn't sure how they had gotten to this point or what would happen after he didn't care. He missed her, so, if she wanted nothing more for him to hold her that was what he was going to do. 

[silvery-bluish]

tagged by @thenightdayblogger to look for blue, star, sour, and flower in my WIPs! Bafflingly difficult time finding these, somehow. Weird. 

If you’re up for it, I’m going to tag uuuh @rosaindomitus and @dogueteeth. I’d tag more but idk who’s up for putting WIP fragments out there. no pressure at all!! but if you’re up for it, i’m going to ask for the wordsss orange, shout, hand, and run!

Gonna throw it under a read more so as not to dump a Pile of words everywhere.

blue

Arsinoe has a plan, a plan they’ve spent weeks plotting out, including several conspicuous “just in case” portions that are clearly for if he goes off-script. Pages and pages of carefully labeled flowcharts in one of their notebooks, the one with… metallic purple patterns on the cover, he thinks, maybe blue? The words on the page slip from his grasp like they did, and they’re gone, through the window again, glass shattering outwards like a dissonant note, because they can’t be gone, they shouldn’t be gone, they’ve always come back before— 

Fragment from a very disjointed piece, currently nameless, that’s an attempt at a Ricardo POV nightmare that’s mostly about Arsinoe leaving and a little bit about their apartment over the years in the Sidestep years.

It’s easy, to walk across the kitchen and lean against him, to tuck your face into the back of his neck, curl your arms around his waist. Like giving into gravity. “I’m trying to cook,” Daniel says, laugh in his voice. “The pancakes are going to burn.”

“I’m not stopping you,” you say, magnanimously, sticking your hands under the hem of his— your hoodie so they’re flat against his stomach. Worn blue fabric and lightning bolts on the shoulders. Skin-to-skin contact. “You know how to move me.”

Double-dipping on the word blue for a little bit of Tonal Whiplash (and also i couldn’t find one of the other words) but here’s a fragment of Far Future Don’t Even Worry About It domesticity with Arsinoe and Daniel and also the Chagre hoodie (I’ve shared another fragment of this one around before, but only via discord- it’s the Extremely Soft Far Future chargeflystep piece that also includes part of my Ortega Eyemask Agenda)

star

“You don’t want to know?” Tay genuinely can’t imagine not wanting to know why he is how he is. The changeling just shrugs at him, as much as a stag can shrug. “I want to know everything.”

“Not all questions have kind answers, sprout,” Hart says, and then he falls quiet for a bit.

The stars are hard to spot in the forest, in between the leaves dark against the sky, but Tay looks for them anyway, even if it’s just to keep from feeling the silence too awkwardly.

Original work jumpscare! “star” didn’t exist in any of my Fallen Hero fragments - somehow - so here’s a piece of a project that’s been back-burnered for a while. I’m bad at elevator pitches, but it’s very folklore-vibes, the Tay in question here has to spend several days in the domain of a forest goddess and, in this fragment, he’s trying to figure out why she wants him there.

sour

Somehow fully doesn’t exist. No idea how I managed that. Weird thing to now know about my writing: it apparently currently just fully does not contain the word “sour.”

flower

“I dunno! Even if I don’t know most of them, it’s kind of nice to be around people living their lives, right? Makes me feel more connected to a place when I can learn stuff like how the baker’s daughter always goes on a walk one morning of the week, or the cobbler’s wife likes to put flowers in her daughters’ hair when they get their chores done early. Even if I’m not involved in their lives, it’s nice to know that other people exist, you know?” Tay shrugs, holding his hands out like take of that what you will.

Once again. no flowers in my FH WIPs, so here’s some more Tay. This is earlier than the previous segment. He’s lightly judging another character’s decision to live in a falling-down building in the middle of nowhere, here.

[gamer-paramnesia]

i was gonna this in the tags but formatting is getting me in the ass so long post :P

PREFACING! people can do what they want and i am allowed to not like it! people are also allowed not to like what i like!!

however,, today i am a hater. so.

1 deeply dislike fitpac idk why I'm just not hugely into the ship sorry maybe bc it feels like now any mention of either character is only in shipping context. unfortunately did make me watch fits stream less. maybe I would've liked it more if the fandom didn't treat it the way it does shrug

1.5 the way some of yall treat ccs is insane.. esp like pac. he is a grown ass man yall.. i see a lot of 'omg hes sooo small 🥺 so baby so little here 🥺🥺🥺like be so fr. dont baby him!! hes a silly guy! HES LIKE 28 YEARS OLD!! this applies to other ccs too cough grian jimmy etc cough (the way yall treat pac vaguely reminds me of... no.. i shant say... gogy...(obvs one is good and the other one is ge*rge but. yeah))

2 crying begging throwing up people have body hair every time a character gets drawn without their facial/body hair an angel dies btw.. I see this so much with like joel smallishbeans n cellbit n jimmy solidarity n forever n phil n just so many other characters it drives me insane give that man his hair back!!!!!! also he is not a twink!!! do not draw him as such!!!!!!!! (also body hair on women but I think general fandom would die if I even suggest we draw a lil armpit hair on a woman…)

3 the way some of y'all see found family…… some of y'all only see nuclear families as the only style of family and it shows. a family isn't just oh this 'guy is my brother this is my wacky wine aunt haha!' a family is a bunch of people who find safety and home and love in each other, people who can kiss and people who can cuddle with and people who they can find solace in. it's not just 'so She's like my Mom and He's like my Dad and there's no other way.' it's kinda just.. an indescribable feeling of love between some people. yeah

4 mostly qsmp related here but my god put some melanin on those fellas when you draw them.. like. etoiles is not a white man. neither is forever. or pac, or bdubs, or ironmouse, or jaiden, the list goes on.. same with the eggs!! there's 14 eggs and how come u are drawing them all white 🤨 also this is just an artist ick in general but when you draw darker tones don't just. make them look like a white person with ashed out slightly-tinted-brown skin. please just go outside and look at some people I am begging you

5 at the end of the day.. this is minecraft youtuber/streamer roleplay we are talking about. it's never that serious,, there's no reason to absolutely hate a character or wish them ill will or any shit like that, esp if u see a design you don't really like or a hc you don't enjoy or think is stupid. it's ok to get invested, obviously, but like. take a step back sometimes. if you're just having a bad time then it's probably time you take a break <3

5.5 but also. if you hate a character so much that you legitimately wish ill will on the cc. then probably touch grass

6 if a character has a canon sexuality, please dont. ship them w the gender they explicitly do not like. this is about bagihalo btw,, she is lesbian, she canonically does not like men, be better. obvs you are free to do so but i will just quietly judge u as i block u thanks <3

7 one last thing i just thought of, also very qsmp-heavy. i love hybrid/creature characters, but some fellas are just funnier to remain human to me. morning crew comes to mind,, forever (although i do love werewolf hcs for him too). scar is so human to me,, just a dude, just a fella..

Okay I'm curious. Since the MCYT fan space has a tendency to unanimously agree on certain headcanons and make a lot of things widespread fanon, are there any popular headcanons, interpretations, or portrayals of characters that you really don't like? I genuinely wanna know. Any popular ships you dislike? Any creaturifications that you dislike? Or even just the way people talk about a character?

[ask-all-osc-characters]

Hello!!!!

Hello! This is me, Tree, from Tpot speaking. Me and DEATH P.A.C.T Yet Again have decided to convince everyone to make a blog post! And by everyone, I don’t just mean Tpot contestants… contestants from a BUNCH of different object shows! So, ask us away! We would be thrilled to see what you want to know! :)

-Tree 🌲🌴💚🤎

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Hi! This is Mod speaking. My name is Ruby (@chalky-chalkerson-thereal) and at five in the morning, I decided to make a blog post! Yay! So yes, this blog is about asking any and (most) all characters from your favorite object shows! Heres a list of the shows you can ask characters from-!:

BFDI/BFDIA/BFB/TPOT

II/II2/III

Excellent Entities/Extraordinary Excellent Entities/THREEEE

Love of the S*n

After Schooligans

HFJONE

The Perfect Object Show

TDOS (<- I watched one episode, so idk)

The Nightly Manor

Animated Inanimate Battle

Object Manor

MOSS

Battle for Circle

Covet Conflict 

Community Venture (<- gay)

The Leap Day Object Show

Battle for the Money Island

Battle for Grandma

Anosimbib

Antosimbib

BURNER

A is for Astronomical Ambush

CFMoT

so! ask away! you can also ask characters from my object show (BoB) stuff too! (not all characters are listed, lmao. just the ones who have ref sheets ;shrug;)

RULES

-Nothing NSFW or suggestive in ANY WAY. Mod is a minor, and it makes him uncomfortable.

-If you ask a character that’s never been asked something, they’ll get a tag, which I’ll list all the tags below the rules.

-When you ask a specific character something, please specify who you’re talking to and what show they’re from (to prevent confusion from across different shows)

-These will probably be my personal headcanons of the characters, so don’t be pissed if I say something not canon or that’s not to your headcanon standerds

-Speaking of headcanons, I headcanon some characters to have trauma/are insecure/other maybe triggering things. I will do my best to remember to tag them.

-You can also ask any of the hosts stuff

-Dni if you are racist, homophobic, sexist, against xenogenders/pronouns, z00, p3d0, other problematic people.

-The Mod has all right to delete an ask if it makes him uncomfortable in any way. Don’t take it personally, though.

-OOC is #rubysrambling

-Have fun! This is just something silly cuz I couldn’t find any of these around so why not make one, lol? <3

TAGS

(Ruby’s Rambling = #rubysrambling)

BFDI:

Tree 🌲🌴💚🤎 = #treeanswersbfdi

Fanny 💙💙 = #fannyanswersbfdi

THREEEE:

Broomer 🤎💛🧹 = #broomeranswersee

[morthyew-writes]

not tagging this with the season name or characters bc this is very much my own transmasc former eldest daughter thoughts w my experience w a similar mom to ava.

the only thing brennan is missing the mark on for me personally with tula is with the walder thing, him having tula successfully shut down the conversation. as an eldest daughter you are already always losing. you are never in a position to say no, because everyone younger than you’s failures are on your head. tula being able to shrug off a dig at her childrearing isn’t true to life for me. walder would provide stability. there’s the panic of being the first to marrying age that is always there. your partner choice is always most important. especially if you only have sisters. especially if you are under your politically machinating mother’s thumb. you are always a reward someone can earn by gaining your mother’s favor, and you are never in a position to argue. and if you argue, your family’s failures come down on *your* head. if erika wanted to go for the jugular they would have had ava say “when winter comes and the warren is doing without walder’s full backing, it’ll be on your head, young lady, and your children’s backs.” you can never say a flat no. you have to say yes then find a way out of it.

transitioning ftm, i’ve realized it’s often something hard to convey to cis men bc you can understand how being pressured into marrying for the family works, but it’s hard to convey the feeling that your life and your body and your womb is your family’s asset. that they can buy their safety with the coin of your suffering. that you *are* the one charged with securing the family line. and that that is your role and that is your purpose. and of course you’d do it. you love your family. but you have to love yourself just a little bit more. because you are your own person, and you’ll have to live with yourself. and so you have to be a little selfish, but it’s never ‘advocating for your autonomy,’ it’s ‘being selfish.’ and that also always puts you at a disadvantage.

like imagining how that would go with the same actions, the hard resistance from tula would trigger equivalent or greater escalation of pressuring rhetoric from ava. unless ava was doing it as a matter of course, to tell walder that she tried, but if she really thought it was what was best, it would have been way more of a fight.

idk. i love this season. as ever, brennan’s mom characters are phenomenal. but as a DM you do have the final word, and as a PC you never do, and so i’m interested to see how that dissonance manifests throughout this season.

also, i’m only writing this because this is already far and away my favorite season of dimension 20. it’s just makin’ me think.

[keisurou]

eyes on me.

mdni. written for @bakugosbratx​ on behalf of @httptamaki​‘s love letters collab <3 i’m so sorry for the lateness, and thank you for waiting bella! you guys can all check out the rest of the works here! 

warnings: yandere!megumi, pinning, mean megumi, dry humping, implied friends to lovers, nipple play, i honestly don’t really know anymore, all characters are aged up as always, idk it feels kinda rushed, unedited.

Megumi is so sick of you right now. 

You’re pouting, with your little sighs and mournful groans as you lean against his sofa, your blue sleep shorts riding dangerously high as you drape your leg over his thigh. You’re pouting as you play with your food, picking at the pink icing of the cake slice before making a face at it, mumbling how it resembles Itadori’s hair; which is baffling since you’re the one who picked it out from the cake shop. 

You’re pouting over a boy on Valentine’s day. 

“But you don’t understand, Megumi” you let out a childish whine, your arms flailing in the air. “Do you even know how long I waited? How utterly humiliated I was?” 

He sips at the can of coke and eyes the clock; he was waiting a long time too. Longer than he should have because he knows for a fact that both Itadori and Kugisaki were finished with their work an hour ago. “I understand.” 

It’s a flurry of limbs and within a second, you’re on all fours, leaning in impossibly close as you inch your face closer to his. “Gumi, do you have any nice friends?” 

“Itadori and Kugisaki are nice.” 

“I can’t go on a date with them.” your lips form into a soft pout and Megumi forces himself to relax. “Maybe I should just give up on dating altogether,”

You’re alone at Megumi’s place after dark and you’re pouting about not finding a decent date. He drains the rest of his drink and watches the way the aluminium can scrunches beneath his fingers. You haven’t mentioned the letter yet, and it pisses him off all the more. “You didn’t get any confessions at work today?”

“Not at work, but there was a letter in my mailbox actually.”

“And..?”

“And what?” You give a little shrug of your shoulders. “They didn’t even leave a name. If they’re not serious about me, what am I supposed to do?”

He casts you a sidelong glance. You’re already staring at him openly and it takes him a second too long to school his face back to nonchalance. “What are you looking at?”

“You’re really pretty, you know that?” He bristles at the comment. Of course you had said it harmlessly, just in passing but it frustrates him all the more. It makes him hate himself and he’s positively spiteful because he knows that’s probably the reason why you never even considered him to be a potential date in the first place. “Pretty and nice; can’t believe you’re still single.”

You couldn't believe he was still single? You couldn’t believe that after countless years of following you around on your impulsive shopping trips or tagging along ‘as a friend’ whenever you wanted to go out to the movies maybe he wasn’t just being nice? You really couldn’t believe that maybe he actually had a reason?

“God, you’re so stupid,” Megumi can’t help the way his lips curl into a snarl as he looks at you, can’t help but ignore the way you splutter indignantly, a protest on the tip of your tongue about how you’re not stupid or dumb as he says. “Do you even look properly or are you only capable of finding assholes who don’t know how to treat you right?”

“Megumi what—“ You furrow your eyebrows, shifting back on the sofa at his sudden change in demeanour. “What are you saying?“

“You don’t know?” he scoffs. His words are harsh and bitter. It’s hard to calm down right now, it’s hard to forget your blatant disregard for his feelings when you probably haven’t even given him a second thought. It’s hard to not grab you by your wrist to pull you forward until you’re sitting on his lap, your body flush against his. It’s even harder for him to not rock up against the softness of your body, to not feel the soft warmth of the juncture of your thighs against his cock through the flimsy layers. “Shit—you feel good,”

“M–Megumi, I don’t—I don’t—” your pupils are blown wide, hands grabbing at his shoulder, creeping slowly to travel to the skin of his shoulder blades. “We’re friends, Megs. Friends don’t do this, friends don’t—”

“Yeah?” His hand trails over the swell of your ass, squeezing and palming at the flesh before he gives a mean roll of his hips. He lets out a breathy chuckle at the way your body jerks suddenly, a squeal catching in the back of your throat “Guess we’re not friends anymore.”

It’s fascinating the way your lip trembles; the way tears pool at the corner of your eyes and that amidst all this, your hips slowly rock back and forth over his hardness. His lip twitches, canines flashing as he leans forward to catch your lower lips in between his own, nibbling on the softness before biting down to hear you squeal once more.

“Megumi...” his name is a sigh on your lips, breath fanning across his cheekbones as you lean forward until he can feel the outline of your breasts. Your tongue darts out, swiping across your bottom lip before you suck it into your mouth and he can’t help but force your mouth open, pushing two fingers inside. Your tongue is warm. It’s warm and wet and slippery when it flicks against his fingers. He presses against your wet muscle a fraction more firmly and you let out a moan in protest.

“Still think I look pretty?” He’s being mean, he knows that but it’s hard to stop when you look so pretty crying up at him, tears clinging to your lashes as saliva coats his fingers. His voice is a murmur against your jaw. “You should take a good look at yourself,”

His hand is hot even through the layers of clothing you have on. It makes everything more sensitive, and you can’t help but arch into his touch as a hand comes up to cup at your tits, squeezing them roughly until he can feel the nipples through the shirt. The top is very well-loved, the material threadbare and soft. It makes him want to see how sheer it can get if he stretches it enough, and within seconds he’s bunching the fabric at the small of your back to watch the way the shirt moulds against your tits, nipples peaked and aching for attention. His mouth is relentless, sucking against the buds through the cloth until it’s wet and practically see-through. It makes you shiver, hands sliding up from his shoulders to his head, pulling at his hair. It makes him moan into your tits, and he bites down against it as his hips buck up to grind against yours.

“Always so fucking needy, aren’t you?” his fingers brush against the hem of your shorts and it makes your heart stutter, makes you wetter with your slick saturating through the material of your shorts as your hips rotate in a full circle over his erection. It’s easy enough for him to slip his hand in and come into contact with your naked cunt, fingers skirting over your pussy lips to graze slightly over your clit. It’s barely there but it makes you clench all the same, a low whine slipping out as you tilt your hips to try and chase his fingers. “Always looking for attention, but never in the right place.”

Your head spins. It’s hard to concentrate on anything properly when he whispers in your ear like that, teeth grazing the sensitive shell of your ear before laving it with kisses. How long as he thought about this? How long as he thought about you like this? The thought makes you a little breathless, a little giddy and you can’t help but feel a little annoyed at yourself. After all, who knows how much time you had wasted already? It prompts you to grab ahold of his shirt, slipping your own palms underneath to feel the wide expanse of hard muscle and hot skin. His stomach flexes underneath your fingers as you trace over the ridges of his abdomen and you can’t help but mewl, shifting your hips even closer to his as you feel his hand pinch at your inner thigh.

“You want something? Gonna beg for it, huh?” his fingers slide along your folds, slick with your arousal. A finger nudges along your clit for a second before it’s gone. If Megumi was a lesser man, he would have laughed at the way you sob into his shoulder, your hips shallowly rocking over his cock, mumbling ‘please megumi, it’s not enough’.

And he knows it. It’s definitely not enough for him, and it probably never will be because even though you want him now, even though you’re desperately grinding against him for his fingers and his cock, he won’t forgive you for overlooking him all these years. Not just yet, at least. 

“‘Gumi—‘Gumi please—I can’t—”

“That’s enough,” he exhales loudly with a pained groan. Megumi’s grip on your hips is hard, fingers digging into the flesh as he drags you off him. You watch, transfixed as he shucks his pants, and his boxers come into view. It doesn’t stay for long, and within seconds, he’s pushed them down to lay helplessly at his ankles, cock erect and flushed at the tip, leaking pre-cum. Saliva floods your mouth and you squeeze your thighs together as his hand flies to his thick length, thumbing at the tip before stoking down slowly, almost teasingly. You’re tempted to follow his hand with your tongue, to press a kiss to the weeping slit so you can hear him give a strained cry of your name.

“‘Gumi?” your drop to your knees, and inch closer until you can hear the the obscene squelch as he fucks his fist lazily, letting it slap against the hard planes of his abdomen every now and then. The action makes your mouth water, makes you a little restless as you try and shuffle closer to admire the vein that runs along the underside of his cock. “Do you need help?”

His eyes are hooded as he takes you in. A hand reaches out to caress your cheek before his fingers grip at your harshly jaw and forces you to come closer. “Do a good job, yeah? Maybe then I’ll let you cum.”

[ioannemos]

i started a huge tag explanation but i think i was gonna run out of tags so

the tl;dr: i like him and how his personal arc and relationship with jane ended, bc i understand his motives, empathize with his bad decisions, and love his character development. also i feel like bronte did a really good job of showing how well they fit as a couple which i'm not sure gets discussed enough

and now a read more for rambling

i used to feel closer to option two, tho for me it was more of an eyeroll and a shrug. like sure, jane, since you love him i guess? and clearly haven't gotten over him and have no desire to get over him, even tho you think you should, and could do so much better...

this last time i read the book, tho, i read the whole thing in one sitting (i didn't mean to but that's the magic of jane eyre) and was struck by a few things

first of all, oh lord, edward was so young when he was tricked into marrying bertha?? and tricked by his family, no less?? edward being the kind of person he is, i don't wonder at his anger, despair, etc. what a betrayal! and like, tbh, i don't know what he should've done differently. obv locking her in the attic wasn't a great solution, but she was violent and immoral before the insanity even kicked in. i'm honestly not sure what else a young man of his status, temperament, sense of duty, etc. would think of to do. he can't divorce her, and she can't be allowed to just. roam free. so while i don't think locking her in the attic was a moral solution, i can understand and empathize with him taking that route

(the other stuff he did, like having mistresses and whatnot, obv not good either. bad, in fact. but again, while i don't think it was the right thing to do, i can understand it: he wants love from a peer, and since he can't get that from his wife he's looking for it elsewhere) (tho he also keeps picking bad partners on purpose *claps edward on the shoulder* this bad boy can fit so much self-loathing and self-sabotage in him)

second of all, they are established pretty early on to be a good match for each other. while jane speaks very plainly, we know from her narration that she has the same fanciful imagination that edward does; he just has the freedom of being rich and a gentleman to express it. (also, he's at home whenever she's seeing him, not when he's traveling, which adds, idk, a Dimension to his words and actions that i think gets overlooked.) amongst other similarities, they both

are passionate

prefer to run away from their problems

feel trapped by expectations

almost die by trying to do the Right Thing (he tries to save bertha from thornfield burning down, she runs away from thornfield and almost dies of exposure)

refuse to marry people who want what they have/could do (blanche wants his money, st. john wants her ability to work herself to the bone) rather than who they are

find the idea of such a marriage to be personally repugnant

think people who marry for those reasons are foolish

(this includes the marriage to bertha, btw, hence a whole lot of that self-loathing)

like to spend money on the people they love

find adele silly and attribute it to her being french but are determined to english at least some of it out of her

love the other person so much they look and act dumb as hell

third of all, they don't get married until a. they are in fact peers and b. edward's not only received the consequences of his actions, he has accepted them as such. he was proud, so he's been humbled; he lived for pleasures of the flesh and now he's blind and crippled. what's more, not only has he accepted these consequences, he acknowledges that they came from God and responds accordingly. he shook his fist at God before, defied Him, dared Him to punish this behavior too, and God did, and edward accepts it. that's such a huge piece of character development that i think gets skimmed over and it's a shame

i really love jane eyre and could possibly keep going lol but i'm gonna stop here bc this is long enough

Finished Jane Eyre and would like to gain some general data, just out of curiosity

If none of these apply at all, you're free to abstain and tell me why in the notes—I just thought trying to sum up the spectrum of opinions usefully was hard enough without adding an easy "other" option.