#[ooc] and ofc let me know if this is okay and if you need anything changed!!!

[fisshbones]

Obey me nsfw hc’s! Ft: Thirteen, Belphegor, & Asmodeus

Warnings: Nsfw, cursing, somnophila mentioned in Belphie’s (not super detailed,) Thirteen refers to her strap as her “cock,” impact play, Oral (giving (Belphie,) Mommy Kink mention, Degradation, Belphegor is lowkey a freak, choking mentions, maybe ooc, watersports (Belphie,) gn!reader.

A/N: First time trying actual smut so sorry if it sucks lol, also haven’t written in ages 😭

Thirteen!

She’s definitely a switch, though she leans more towards being on top.

When she bottoms she’s pretty bratty, please put her in her place!!!

I personally think denying her would be the best way to punish her.

She would definitely beg and plead to cum ♡

She definitely has a mommy kink (receiving)

She’s also very into temperature and wax play.

When she’s on top, she’s bossy af and expects you to listen to her every whim (within consent ofc) if not, get ready for a good bad time.

She prefers to overstimulate you as punishment, sometimes she likes to deny you of your orgasm as well.

She’s big in dirty talking, she likes to degrade you and praise you at the same time.

Think “such a good little slut, you take mommy’s cock so well.”

Aftercare: is very important to her! Afterwards she makes to gently wipe you down, kissing any marks she left behind. Always runs you both a bath afterwards.

Belphegor

Okay I’m gonna be so fr you’re likely to be on top like 90% of the time.

That being said he’s still the one in charge for the most part.

Man is also a dirty talker, pretty much exclusively degrades you. Unless he knows you need a little extra love rn. (Don’t ask how he knows, he’s more in tune with your wellbeing than he lets on.)

When he subs for you he’s the biggest brat in the history of brats.

He likes his sex feral: let him choke you, or you can choke him, let him pull your hair, smack him, let him bite and mark you everywhere. Honestly all of these things could go either way and he’d be down.

Belphegor is definitely into somnophila, that being said if you don’t want to participate in it (whether it’s giving/receiving/ect) he won’t be upset. He’s cool with whatever, but he wouldn’t mind waking up to some good ol’ sloppy toppy.

This man probably freakier than described here. I could definitely see him being into water-sports, specifically on the giving end. Something about marking you with his piss really fuels his more possessive tendencies. If he was feeling particularly lazy and mean he might just straight up pee in you. 😖

Aftercare us kinda meh with him. He’ll hastily wipe you down with a damp rag before throwing it back into wherever he got it from. (Dw he’ll take care of it and put it in the laundry when he gets back up.)

Belphie does like to engage in pillow talk afterwards before he falls back asleep.

Asmodeus

Switch of course.

You want him to bottom? Done. Want him to dom? Done. Wanna fuck him till he’s too cock drunk to think or vice versa? Done and Done ✔️

Your pleasure is his pleasure ♡

He really doesn’t have a lot of no’s during sex, but he is not a fan of anything that could leave permanent marks on himself.

He would be hesitant to do the same to you, but if that’s what you really want he’ll do it, just don’t expect to do something like that to him next.

Moving on from his no’s , besides praise, I think lingerie would be one of his biggest turn ons.

Asmo loves to go shopping for all sorts of new lingerie sets, both for you and him. There’s just something so classy about it. Lingerie is like the gift wrap on a present, you and him being the gifts.

You can expect aftercare to be nothing short of lovely. He cleans you up with a very soft towel, then starts running a bath the perfect temperature. He has drinks/water in his room so you guys can rehydrate after y’all’s marathon sex.

If you’ll allow it, he will carry and lift you into the bath. He’ll kiss any sore spot and apologize. Normally during this time he likes to talk about stuff, (mostly more intimate/personal esque conversations.)

While you guys are talking he takes his time to massage all the knots in your shoulders, neck, and generally sore areas.

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[scribble-bunnie]

Let You Go | Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: Tenth Doctor x Reader (Gender Neutral, I think, I didn't specify anything)

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending that's also kinda Open?

Summary: Fragments of the process of falling in love with you; and the moment it all built up to.

A/n: This is my first time writing for this fandom and I'm only watched till the 2nd episode of S4 so please forgive any mistakes! Also, the Doctor might be ooc (my biggest nightmare, writing ooc characters) but I was possessed last night to write this instead of studying so ofc I will share it. The pacing is all over the place and I'm not the proudest but it's something. I hope you enjoy it regardless <3

also available on ao3!

The Doctor doesn't remember how it happened. It had been too quick, or maybe too slow– or maybe it was both at once, leaving him unable to pinpoint when or how he fell in love with you. All he knew was that it had been easy.

There were moments though– moments when he could remember distinctly the unusual rhythm of his hearts that played only around you. Moments when, in the back of his mind, he had no choice but to admit that he was in love.

The one that hurt him the most to this day was the moment born out of his own anger. It had been at the end of a particularly harsh adventure, one that had left his feelings in a jumble, anger hot and quick to lash out the moment you had pushed a little too far, too close to his heart and to his hurt– he had shouted at you, "Don't you dare! You are not special!"

There was silence for a few seconds, enough to get the Doctor to realise what he had said but it was your response that still haunted him to this day.

"I know," you had said gently. He could see the hurt in your eyes, masked with an understanding and soft smile that was reassured. "I know I'm not special. I'm perfectly ordinary. And isn't that wonderful? Someone special like you needs someone ordinary like me by his side– to remind you that it's okay to be ordinary sometimes. It's not a bad thing, Doctor."

You had inched closer and opened your arms to offer him a hug, a way out of the conversation – a silent way to make an apology. He had taken it, not knowing what else he could have done instead to make you realise that you were wrong. Being ordinary was wonderful, but you were special. Special to him in ways he was too terrified to admit even to himself, so much so that he had said the opposite in a fit of anger because he was scared.

He didn't know how you did it, but you somehow knew that his anger was just him being hurt and scared. And you were always generous with your hugs when anyone was afraid– didn't he know that after seeing you hold so many strangers close while on your dangerous adventures? Those same strangers that he had been jealous of had been replaced by him in that situation and suddenly, the moment was not all that he had hoped it would be. It wasn't a delicate and vulnerable moment like he had thought; he had ruined it by hurting you.

Yet you were never one to hold a grudge. You never really mentioned it, except in passing sometimes when you joked about being ordinary and common whenever an alien or person would think you extraordinary. Every single time, the Doctor regretted not letting you know the truth– but that moment had been one where he couldn't have denied the truth even if he was scared.

There were other times, other memories of you that were a lot more warmer to remember. Like the time when you had asked him, a few days after joining him, whether the TARDIS was alive. He had answered you with a simple yes, and you had just nodded then but he could see you take the time to pet the TARDIS and speak to her sometimes when you thought he wasn't around. It was sweet, the way you were connecting to his only constant through all of time and space.

There was a moment on another planet, one in the far past where an alien species had been under attack from another. The Doctor still remembered the sight of you holding the alien child in your arms while you all tried to escape– had heard the comfort you had whispered into the child's ears despite being scared underneath the surface yourself.

When he asked you about it later, you had just given him a radiant smile and said, "The fear is just my natural instinct, Doctor. But the conscious part of me knows that you are there– and it's never scared because it believes in you."

You believed in him.

Sometimes, he wondered why. On the days when all the two of you encountered was death and destruction, the whispers of the danger that follows the Doctor clanging in the back of his head as hollow reminders, he wondered why you would choose to put all your faith in him. Why would you think that he was special, but you were ordinary? How were you able to still offer him comfort after seeing him destroy planets, species, entire civilizations? What did you see in him, an empty shell of a man he once used to be?

"Doctor?"

Your voice was like a steady anchor whenever he felt like he was drowning in his own thoughts. The loud volume of it was always offset with the gentleness in your tone whenever you spoke to him, and somehow, it always managed to make him feel warm. It sounded a lot like ho–

"Doctor, are you okay?" Your voice was concerned now. The Doctor blinked, snapping out of his own thoughts to look at you. You were holding something in your left hand and reaching out to touch him with your right one. "Is there something I can do?"

"No, no!" He cleared his throat, giving you a bright grin that faded a little at the edges when he realised that you were still staring at him impassively. "Sorry, just got a bit lost in my thoughts there."

You hummed, wrapping your arms around the box in your hands now. The Doctor looked at it curiously; wasn't it one of those cookie tins that you said were always full of sewing materials?

"Was it… about her?" You asked quietly, a little unsure and hesitant. It was the only topic you never really brought up– and whenever you did, you always sounded a little scared. Like anything you said would hurt him too much. Or maybe you were scared to pry too far into his feelings. "The planet we went to today… Did you go there with her?"

He had done that before. You had been there with Martha, when he had taken you two to places he had been with Rose. Never again after that, though.

"No, not this one," he shook his head, trying to look you in the eyes. It was usually so easy, you were always looking at him with wide eyes that seemed to admire him. Now though, you were looking away. He tried again. "I wasn't thinking about her."

"Home, then?" You finally looked him in the eyes, a little tension sucked out but not all. Gallifrey was the second topic you were careful to speak around. You had had your fair share of answers demanded out of him like Martha had, but after that, you had let the choice lie with him whether he wanted to talk about it. And, weirdly enough, sometimes he wanted to tell you everything. Wanted to tell you about the place that once used to be his home. Now…

"This is my home now," he replied quietly, hand slipping to cover yours over the cookie tin. You and the TARDIS. Home. "Anyway, what's this?"

If you realised his terrible attempt at switching topics (which you did, as always), you didn't comment on it. Instead, you held up the box and opened it to reveal not the notorious sewing materials but actual cookies.

"I," you blushed, embarrassed for once. It was surprising, considering you had held steadfast through far more humiliating scenes in all your adventures. Why were you blushing over cookies? "I tried baking some cookies. It's not, it's not much, and they're not all that goo– hey! I'm still speaking!"

The Doctor didn't wait after hearing that you made them. He immediately picked one up to try it. He could tell that the baking powder was just a little bit too much and the mix wasn't done properly in some bits but you were looking at him with a shy smile.

"I thought you deserved a little nice something after the mess our last adventure was," you mumbled, picking up one of the cookies yourself to eat.

"It's good," the Doctor felt a little choked– not on the cookie, but there was a lump in his throat. You rolled your eyes, waving your half eaten cookie at him.

"Liar," you called out, smiling through the action. "I promise the next ones will be better. Or maybe I should try a cake next time. Would you like that?"

The Doctor stiffly nodded, trying to blink away the sting in his eyes. As always, you knew something was off.

"Hey," your voice was soft, concerned. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"No," the word came out before he could stop it. Somehow, neither his brain nor his mouth had a filter when it came to you. "I just… wonder."

You waited for him to speak when he paused, trying hard to put the words together. Speaking his emotions was always so difficult.

"I just wonder," he tried again, "what I did to deserve you."

"It's just cookies, silly," you shook your head, inching closer. The Doctor hoped you would step even closer. A hug would be really, really nice right now. "It's nothing compared to all that you've given me. I have seen so much, gone all across time and space because of you– I could ask you right back what I did to deserve you."

"It's not," he was struggling but he had to let you know. You looked a bit confused, pausing in your actions to look up at him. "It's not nothing. All of time and space is nothing compared to all that you have given me. That understanding, that comfort, that warmth– I can't find it anywhere else in that time and space you speak of."

"Doctor…"

"Do you remember that time I said you were not special?" He asked quietly, taking a step closer. It was the first time he had done it; usually, you were the one who had to cross the space between the two of you. You opened your mouth, probably to say that it was all bygones, but he rushed ahead with, "I lied. I have wanted to tell you ever since then, that I am just a coward, and a liar. Saying that you're not special… that was just me trying to tell myself that I can't let you be special to me. Because the moment I let that happen, that's the moment I–"

He broke off, frustrated at how the words just weren't coming out the way they were supposed to. What was he supposed to say anyway? It's not like he could tell you his feelings. There was no way you would take it kindly. Not after knowing about Rose, not when you had only ever looked at him with respect and admiration.

"Doctor," your voice was quiet but you were so close and the hum of the TARDIS had quietened so much that he could hear you clearly. "Don't."

Was it possible for both his hearts to sink? He stared at you, tears welling up in your eyes as you gave him a painful smile.

"Don't do this," you added shakily, your arms coming up to hold yourself. Beside you, the cookie tin lay forgotten on the console. "Don't… give me hope, only to take it away. I have been strong, but I'm not strong enough for this."

"What–?" He didn't understand. You closed your eyes and took a step back, a step away from him. Something inside him fractured.

"I have loved you in silence, Doctor," you said quietly, "and I thought I did it well enough for you not to realise. But I must not have done a good enough job hiding it– you know how it is. I'm not, I'm not asking you to return my feelings. I don't expect or even hope you to. All I ask is that you forget it. Forget you know it and let me go on one more adventure with you. One last, if you can no longer bear to see my face after this. Just one–"

"Why one?" He stepped closer, covering the distance you had backed up. "Why not all of them?"

You seemed to have lost your breath as you stared at him. "Y- You mean it? I can stay? You will forget this happened?"

"No," he shook his head, hands reaching out to touch your elbows. With his eyes, he asked you for permission. You would be mad to deny it, when that's all you've wanted for so long now. "I can't forget it even if I tried to. I told you, you are something that I can't find anywhere else in all of time and space. And if you choose me, then I'm selfish enough to not let you go."

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[softpawpup]

— caregiver ! best jeanist & kiddo ! sick ! reader ; warm soup

words: 786 notes: this was another idea on that poll i did and ofc i had to post it too.... i just think it's real sweet. sorry if its ooc or anything i just write what feels good yknow.

you had woken up with your dad already at work. and of course you had woken up sick. you whined and groaned and rolled around in bed for a while. the drainage was annoying and you felt so icky and feverish. but you dragged yourself up to eat a bowl of cereal before falling back asleep on the couch in the living room. 

but then dad came home. his voice woke you up as he slowly perched on the edge of the couch, “ hello , button , what are you doing out here? “ he reaches out and touches your face, he frowns at realizing you’re burning up. “ oh , baby , you got sick , huh ? “ you blink your eyes open and let out a whine as you nod. tsunagu rose up and set his work bag down by the couch. “ let’s get you to bed. “ he scooped you up and carried you back to your room. he laid you down and handed you your favorite teddy.

“ you stay here, dad is going to make you some soup. “ he stroked your cheek and slowly left. you watched him leave and pouted, missing him terribly already. you tried to be good and wait in your bed but he was taking so long. eventually you got too restless and wiggled out of bed, this time dragging your blanket and teddy with you. 

you padded your little feet to the kitchen and let your eyes fall on your dad’s back. he was cooking at the stove and you knew better than to accidentally surprise him while he was doing something with the stove. “ dad? “ you called from your spot at the hallway. his head raised and he lowered the heat on the stove. “ button , what are you doing out of bed? “ he frowns and walks over to you, scooping you back up. “ i wanna be with you… “ you whine, rubbing your sniffly little nose. tsunagu smiles softly and sighs, “ alright, i guess that can’t be helped. you can sit in here while i cook. “ he set you down at the table and gave you a glass of orange juice. “ it’ll help you feel better. “ he promised before returning to the stove.

you watched him cook quietly, kicking your legs over the edge of the chair with your blanket pooled around you. you sipped your orange juice as time passed and eventually dad was done. he turned off the stove and got out a little yellow bowl with smiley faces on it. he filled it half-way with a hot, handmade chicken noodle soup. you could smell it and your tummy gurgled with excitement. cereal only did so much for hunger. you licked your lips as he brought the soup to you and grabbed a spoon.

“ you want dad to help feed you today? “ tsunagu offered, pulling a chair closer to you as he sat. you thought about it and nodded, wanting to be spoiled a bit. tsunagu smiled and nodded, “ alright, let’s get you fed then. “ and so he patiently and gently hand fed you, blowing off the spoonfuls of soup so as to not burn you. you swallowed the soup and your tummy filled nicely, a smile spreading on your face. your dad smiled and went until the bowl was empty. “ good job. you ate it all. “ he got up and washed the bowl before returning to you.

and then he got something horrible out of the cabinets. medicine. you made a face immediately and whined but dad clicked his tongue. “ i know you don’t like it, bluebell, but you need it to feel better. “ he poured a spoonful of it and brought it to your mouth. “ do it quick and it’ll be over before you know it. “ you furrowed your brows, not believing him but took the spoon into your mouth and swallowed as fast as you could. a shudder ran through your body and you flapped your arms in distaste. your dad put the medicine away and picked you up. “ good job. “ he kissed your forehead gently. “ let’s get you back to bed now, okay? “

“ will you stay with me? “ you blinked your eyes up at him and tsunagu found himself unable to say no. “ of course i will. “ and so he brought you to your room and re-tucked you in as he had done earlier. he wiggled into the bed and fit in right beside you. he let you lean into him and he slowly rubbed your back. “ now get some rest. “ you stayed awake for a bit though, listening to his heartbeat. but eventually your eyes drifted shut and the medicine and full belly’s effects lulled you into a nice, heavy sleep.

[adamurray1988]

Adam Murray Ask Blog!

🌒🍎- “You’ve reached the Bythorne Paranormal Society, How may I help you?” -🍎🌘

(Ran by @thequasarwinds go check it out I post funky AU shit)

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I’m certain there’s a lot of other Adam ask blogs- but I was tempted, and really wanted to share my take on him! Perhaps in the future when this gets more popular I’ll make this a sort of duel blog? Serving as both an ask blog for Adam within canon (generally) and Adam within my AU “Estrangement of Conduct”. Ofc with separate tags

RULES

-Flirting is okay! But please please no NSFW

-A minor’s running this account so keep that in mind

-HC’s ofc will be applied

-Use common sense: be respectful and don’t be rude

-Have fun! I’m a rather chill person

-PLEASE NOTE: I’ll be trying to stay pretty in character so my answers may be a bit cold, dismissive, aloof, and a bit rude at times

-ALSO PLEASE NOTE: I will sometimes reply with a drawing (or more)- however I do not know how to draw humans to well (My pfp is about the best I got) so Adam will be catified! I hope that doesn’t bother ya to much!

BLOG/AU TIMELINE + INFO

Takes place after Jonah’s “death” (in tandem with another ask blog @jonahmarshall77) but before he found out he was an alternate. I know canonically there was only ‘bout a few days in between these, let’s just say it’s more spread out here.

Adam was raised in the foster care system (suggested by the fact he still has his bio parents last name)

Debating whether or not he met Thatcher in this stretched out timeline (He just needs to be with his dad 😔)

I’ll add more in the future if I see it’s needed!

REGARDING THE VISUALS: We (me and my twin) Hc that Adam’s eyes change slightly depending on how he’s feeling + acting. Usually defined wether or not he’s acting more human or alternate (chart below)

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[honeyydrunk]

I NEED SOMEONE'S OPINION !! i'm going to write a satosugu fic, but i have two options of the fic and since i'm REALLY busy, i can't do both. so can someone please 🙏 help me decide which to invest my energy on?

just dm me w a request or anything !!

option 1: bittersweet a slightly angsty 'confession on the tip of your tongue but never said'. very canon compliant bc i really love writing as cc as i can and there is something about ooc i despise. i'll write like cute pre plasma arc slice of life scenes ofc. but smth about a symbolic bittersweet 'i love you' but never said is so appealing. i want to write something so horrifically bittersweet you don't know whether to HATE me or not.

i'm the strongest after all, is it wrong i'm hurt by the fact that a goal you'll never achieve was more important to you than me. be lucky that my love for you is more than my want. you knew i never cared about jujutsu society or for the weak. but i'll never tell you that you were all that mattered. as i saw you standing there like you never cared i realised i prefer cherishing my memories of you than to risk ruining them for you

after all, i'm the strongest

option 2: cute high school fall in love okay the plasma vessel arc will happen, but instead of it all going wrong and sour (i'm still killing that girl) they continue on with their days but eventually there's a confession. they talk things out? i get to finally say how IDIOTIC geto's whole ideology is because i've got annoyances for days.

i perhaps just want to use every trope i get my grimy long fingers on and yank it in there because i'm nasty like that idk 🤷‍♂️ (ex: 5 + 1 things, they end up at the gojo mansion for no reason at one point, "cherry flavoured. want to taste?", basketball but there's flirting, gojo wearing crazy outfits for attention, truth or dare,)

love makes you do crazy things. he used to be the easiest person to be around. but gradually, without me noticing, it's no longer comfortable. wanting him to like me, no longer not even thinking about it because i knew he did. is he tolerating me now because we"re friends or now i'm wondering if he's even friends with me because he likes me or because i'm 'the strongest'? whatever that's meant to mean.

"hey what would you do if i said i love you?"

my final opinion:

this was originally going to be a kfc breakup but gojo tweaks out and goes "nah uh". because i couldn't actually fathom how someone how went crazy insane when dealing with toji round 2 just let geto go like that. but what changed my mind was that if i was gojo, i would've acted the exact same way he did. so i was going to write the bittersweet one showcasing what gojo wanted to do, but never ended up doing. however then i thought about the fact that i was him, i would've badly confessed during high school.

i'm also REAL sick of people mischaracterising the both of them. getting this close 🤏 to making a whole new post about how i think the should be characterised and why everyone should follow suit with my opinion.

(if this whole post looks messy it's because it is. i wrote this with no editing no proofread just whatever i managed to somehow manifest. i'm actually listening to she a wolf by wayv and growling like taeyong did in the tiger inside superm)

(did you know i know like japanese to a certain level?) (i watched jjk in sub)

[lgcnathan]

*guess_who's_back_back_again.mp3* hi all ! thank you so much all the warm welcome (back's) 🤍 i'm kristin / admin *, and for those of you who don't know, nathan is my previous third-turned-second muse before i dropped out of the rp completely back in may of last year. i've still been around doing graphics, but nathan has always had a special place in my heart – and i knew that if i were to return with a muse, it would be with him. so when soobin opened up, i knew this was my one and only chance !

that being said, nathan is ~pretty much~ the same but ofc different in ways. his timeline is a continuation from where he was ic-wise last year, and you can read more under the cut about what his life is like now in the post-type zero era of his career. i've also linked his previous introduction that includes more of his backstory before he came to legacy for your reference !

now, without further ado, please like or reply to this post if you want to plot ! and if we plotted before, please don't feel like we need to keep the same connection – i'm practically starting from scratch here, and i'm excited to see what the future holds for nathan + all of you !

because i am an admin, you can easily reach me here or on the main. alternatively, you can find me on twitter or discord – just ask for my username, and i'll add you !

super stoked to be back here in my favorite place with my favorite people – let's get this party started 🥳

tl;dr on his backstory is that he (1) grew up in new york city, (2) acted out a lot because of parental neglect (re: being raised in boarding schools his whole life), (3) ended up in korea because the school board threatened to expel him after a prank-gone-wrong, (4) auditioned for legacy after his npc-big brother got signed to the company, (5) stayed because it was the first time in his life he ever got praised for literally anything and, wow, very much attention and affection-starved from the get-go, and (6) debuted in type zero in april of 2021 after four years of training!

now ... where, oh, WHERE do i even begin? like i mentioned in my ooc post when i dropped, nathan ultimately left type zero because of massive burnout. at the time, he was practically hard-carrying the group's promotions with his solo activities, and the burden of maintaining type zero's 'status' in the industry was eventually too much for him.

it was a lot for him, okay. not only was he dealing with the emotional turmoil that came from being in a group with so many line-up changes and differing opinions from the public, he was succumbing to the pressure of all these expectations placed on him that he (as he knows now) never felt properly prepared for before his debut.

the first few weeks after his departure, he had an extended staycation with his grandparents in the outskirts of seoul before flying back to nyc for some much-needed r&r.

since he was still signed to legacy even after leaving type zero, he returned to training after about three months of 'vacation' – so he's only been full-time training for a little over six months now.

he's been avoiding, basically, everyone – previous managers and stylists and other staff members, other debuted idols in the company, and, of course, the type zero members.

he's so ashamed of himself, for giving something up that (as he first-hand witnessed himself!) hundreds of kids only dream of after sacrificing their childhoods, their youths, their critical developments years all for the goal of becoming an idol.

and he's embarrassed, for obvious reasons. when he left type zero, he was practically at the top of his game, but now? now he's stuck in the basement, in the hallways of dance studios and practice rooms, surrounded by unfamiliar faces that whisper and gossip as he passes by. he's visibly older than most trainees now, and his energy nor enthusiasm can barely keep up anymore.

before, nathan thought he could take the world on by storm – that no matter what problem or obstacle, he could bulldoze through with sheer willpower alone. but now he's scared, and more jaded. the idol industry isn't anything like they tell you to believe, and there truly are things you can only learn through real-life experience.

but at the end of the day, nathan knows why he's still here, why he's tormenting himself by going through this rigorous training process again. he loves it. he loves it so much, and so much more than wanting to run away from it all once again.

[gt-jar]

hi :3 I’m new to your blog but god god I LOVE YOUR CONTENT ARGHJDHDN

I never thought I could like parental / family tropes but here I am. This is too good . Seriously.

As I already said , I’m new so I might have missed if you already said this but- will there be new chapters for your story “two worlds among the stars?”

I’ve binge read it and I would really like to read more (without forcing anybody ofc!! I’m just appreciating a fellow writer’s work)

Okay uh bye

:DD

First of all, I hope you're going to see this, anon...

I feel especially bad when I need ages to answer anonymous ask, because I know that person won't get a notification, when I finally do answer it. And if that person doesn't follow my blog the chances of them seeing it are slim.

And I got this ask almost two weeks ago...

So dear anon, if you see this please let me know in some kind of way!

I said this before, but I'll say it again:

I feel so honoured every time I get an ask/comment/dm like this. Like... people take the time to write something like this, and the whole purpose of it is letting me know they like my writing... that's so wild!

THANK YOU!!!

Firstly, to answer your question:

Yes, there'll definitely be more chapters of "2WATS". I mentioned how many chapters in total I have planned a while ago, but I can't remember the exact number and I'm too lazy to look it up rn, but it's definitely going to be in the double digit area.

I can't tell when the next chapter will be out, though...

It's been a while since I've written anything and I have a hard time getting back to it. You probably know the struggle as a fellow writer.

I started to work on two other project, but everything I write just... sucks? And the motivation to work on it again just isn't there... and I really don't want the same thing to happen when I start to work on chapter 8 of "2WATS".

I know this probably won't get better if I don't write, but trying to write anyting frustrates me a lot atm...

But please don't be shy about asking when the next chapter will be out, I'm not annoyed by it or anything (as long as you're not rude about it), I believe it encourages me even to get back to writing again.

Also, if you don't mind me asking, what made you read my story? (damn, I'm hoping you read this, anon)

I know there are two people who joined the g/t community recently, who also like parental g/t, but I don't think you're one of them since you mentioned you're new to my blog, and not the community in general, and you didn't think you'd like the trope...

So what made you read it?

Like I genuinely wanna know.

I for example have no problem with reading a fanfic for a fandom I'm not even in on AO3, if the tags sound promising.

I recently read a jjk fanfic and I didn't even watch the anime, hell I barely know what it is about! I obviously can't tell, if any of the characters were ooc (the plot definitely probably doesn't have much to do with canon anyway), but I don't give a damn, because it was a foster story! And I'm definitely going to read the next chapter when it comes out! But does that mean I'm going to watch jjk? No!

And yet...

When it comes to tropes that I don't like or ain't interested in, it's unlikely I'm going to read a fanfic for a fandom I'm actually in.

So how about you? :)

[knifvd]

quick , obligatory new year's eve post . thank you to everyone for always being so kind , accomodating , and amazing to me and welcoming me back from my third blog once again :pleading: . you guys make me so happy to write and i can't wait to continue to do so into the new year . i'm gonna b a little gay after this , but i want to give a special thanks 2 these people .

@killerhubby ori , my love . thank u for being one of the main reasons i continue to write and come back to tumblr . i've only known u for a couple months but it feels like years , and now we're married and i pocket sage you ? we're clearly 4lyfers and i ripped up the return reciept . you're mine ( and im urs ) forever n ever . icb i used to be afraid of u , but i'm so so blessed 2 have u in my life . here's to u moving in w me so i can finally pee on ur desk ( real ) i can't wait to continue to write and hang out with u more . thank u for helping me feel safe and loved nd welcome . love u lotsa .

@stamour god we need to get off this godforsaken app LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO but somehow we always come back to each other . thank you for turning away whenever i bring aiko back from the dead for the 30th time and always always indulging with me and making fun of the rpc w me . i'm so glad to have made a friend like you and making this site bearable . okay lets go just send each other inboxes and never do threads threads are overrated <3

@solivcgant mochi . i love you . you've seen me through it all and i am so BLESSED to have met u and for you to always put up with my shit . i love writing and talking with you and you always follow me even though ive been through a billion blogs . you're always a pleasure to write with and talk to and i appreciate you not giving up on me when i take forever and a day to respond . xoxo ily

@daemonry god they've been friends for too long but hi we still need to sprint it on some LEAGUE together ( real ) but you're always super fun to talk to and write with , so thank you for putting up with me and all my stupid muses .

@valhiir em... my love ... my one connection to the league community ... you're an AMAZING writer i know i still owe you that soraka reply but ill give it to you soon . thank you for always checking up on me and messaging me even though you don't have to and ive been awol for thirteen years :sob: i cant wait to write more with you in this upcoming year and force u to adc for me ( mwahahahha ) ...

@galaxythixf NOVAAA aa i absolutely adore writing with you and talking with you ooc , thank you for letting me scream in your ear about any little thing whether it be something abt life , val , our muses , anything . heres to playing val and all the angst in the future for us !

and ofc , shouts out to @ferinehuntress , @florspinae , @puckish-rogue , @tealsteel , @dimensionalspades , @un1awful , @todestochter & @pinkminxed for putting up with me spamming u with silly questions , chatting with me ooc when i'm a scared little weenie and writing with me . here's to writing more in the future <3

and of course , last but not least , you , the person reading this . thank you for being here and supporting me while i attempt to be active and explore my muses . i cant wait to get to know all of you and write with you more . and with that being said .

pees on 2024's desk . thank you for coming to my ted talk .

♥ love , bunny

[chivalrxse]

OOC//

To both my old and new mutuals:

If any of yall is too shy to interact with me, don't be. (I'm shyer than you /hj) Reason why I rarely reblog roleplay memes is because I have many drafts I need to get to.

My dms are always open for OOC interaction (that includes yapping, plotting and even requesting new muses if we've interacted with each other for longer than a week!)

My discord username is literally flowerymei . Feel free to friend me, but I'll have to warn ya that I spend more time on Tumblr than Discord, and I have a life outside my devices. So do you. So don't be surprised if you sent me a message at 9 am for instance, and I responded at around 4 pm ☠️

Any of yall looking for a genshin/HSR character to ship with? Hit me up. Although I'm more into M/F, I have nothing against writing M/M or F/F as long as they're queer-platonic for the most part okay? Hugs and simple kisses are fine. Let's be wholesome, nothing further please...

More under the cut if you're interested. Trigger Warning: Mention of past events in my life.

Due to trauma reasons, I will not write M/M romance in particular. It brings back roleplay memories I want to forget. Last year and in the previous years, I had exes I wrote romantic pairs with (M/M with my final ex). I was absolutely mediocre due to my discomfort (things kept escalating quickly), I felt guilty when I initially refused and saw the sadness in my partners' tone, and I swallowed my unease, trying to make them happy at the expense of my low emotional energy. I was a people-pleaser back then, and now I don't want anything to do with that anymore.

As for F/F, let's keep things light as well, or else I'll cry.

In general, writing make-out scenes has become one of my triggers, just like smut... It led to that in my roleplays in the past. As an AroAce who was emotionally forced to write such scenes with my previous partners, I feel disgusted and numb. I know associating those two emotions together might not make sense, but that's exactly how I feel about seeing and writing making-out & smut.

If make-out scenes and smut are necessary for our pairs (legal ofc! If you ship adults with minors, or parents with children, or siblings together, DO NOT INTERACT), then let's fade to black okay? Mention of "making out" in dialogue is fine by me, but I will pass when it comes to the detailed writing process. Please keep that in mind, thank you.

[shrinkthisviolet]

1, 7, and 11 for choose violence?

1: the character everyone gets wrong

CISCO. I could count on one hand the number of people who have a proper grasp on Cisco (my Tumblr moots who talk about him a lot 💞), but the others?? Yeah it’s…something.

@kitkatt0430 has talked about the fandom tendency to infantilize him by holding him to his s1 moments forever, even tho he’s clearly grown past them. imo this is largely fandom nostalgia and them believing s1 is the only good season—and that has merit, but like…keeping all the characters stagnant there and not letting them grow is bizarre. Cisco is not always the guy who randomly hits on girls he barely knows. That’s something he does once (or a couple times?) in s1. He grows past that! Cisco is also not “SB’s child”, so anyone who think so can knock it off. It’s not cute to infantilize the MOC on the Team this much, esp saying he’s the “child” of two white characters. Gross (esp since he and Barry are literally similar in their nerdiness and tendency to goof off. Neither of them is “the child” of the other)

Plus…KV shippers tend to see s5 Cisco as OOC. And look, I haven’t rewatched s5, idk for sure if this is true, but again, it’s mostly shippers saying this…and they usually say it in relation to him and Kamilla as a couple. As if he became “less” of himself when he started dating her?? And sure they say that’s not Kamilla’s fault, but like…what?? This ofc goes hand-in-hand with the annoying misconception that Cisco gave up his powers for Kamilla (which is definitely not true—he was talking about that before he even met Kamilla). Y’all wanna invalidate Kamisco so bad to pair Cisco with a white woman…and it’s exhausting. It is. You don’t have to like Kamisco, I get that its writing is not the strongest, but the microaggressions are not it. Cisco is canonically head-over-heels for Kamilla. Not Caitlin. And FYI, you can only turn the WOC into the “supportive best friend” so many times before it starts to look very sus

And as @icedteaandoldlace has talked about…Cynco was never gonna be endgame. Cynthia could never stop working for Breacher, Cisco could never fully be okay with that. Cynthia could never settle down, Cisco could never be with someone who wouldn’t commit (this is also why he couldn’t be with Lisa). This isn’t Cynthia hate, I like her! And I like Cynco too (as a non-endgame ship - they appeal to me in a specific way). But y’all need to be serious (and stop calling her by her slur-word codename 🫶)

Also the way the fans turned against Cisco in s3…OOF. Y’all clearly only saw Cisco as the comedic relief and Barry’s support, huh? (seems to be a trend with the character of color…) The lack of sympathy for Cisco’s grief is astounding—Cisco is allowed to be mad at Barry, and frankly, he should’ve been angry for longer. It doesn’t make him a bad friend. It doesn’t mean he’s “the worst” or “ungrateful” or “OOC”.

On that note, leave him alone about the cold gun too. Even Barry literally said he understood why Cisco made it, he was just mad about Cisco never saying anything for weeks even after they became friends!

7: what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

So I don’t hate Caitlin, but I’ve definitely gotten irritated because of how the fandom acts about her (and tbh if I’d been watching this show while the earlier seasons was airing, rather than joining the fandom in 2020, I probably would’ve ended up hating her).

They cheer when she’s snippy to Iris (even tho it’s pretty much always unwarranted), they say she canonically loves Barry (fanon shipping is fine but GEEZ the toxic/loud SB shippers take it way too far), they make slideshows of characters’ flaws and include Iris (calling her “annoying” and saying she “makes everything about her”) while excluding Caitlin (even tho girlie was classist to Jax in s2 and voluntarily worked for a human trafficker in s4), they REPEATEDLY plot-twist Iris to Caitlin and see no issue because “people do it the other way!” (which is some white person nonsense. Don’t tell me you’re so stupid that you genuinely don’t see how one of those has racist undertones and the other does not).

And ofc they say Iris is a “strong independent woman who doesn’t need a man” even though a) that’s not progressive to say about a WOC and b) none of them say it about Caitlin, who got shoved into a pointless love story every year until Danielle Panabaker got fed up. Like…bffr. Caitlin is the one they should be saying this about! Instead they take every bit of affection Caitlin shows Barry and say “SEE!! SB SHOULD’VE HAPPENED!!” and claim he had chemistry with “everyone except Iris/Candice” (and yeah chemistry is subjective, but when this many people are saying it…yeah, that’s a yikes from me, bro. I’m sure y’all would love Westallen if CW Iris was white…y’all still seem to love comics Westallen, after all)

11: number of fandom-related words you've filtered

Not many, but mostly bc I get tempted to press the button so often that it’s pointless 😅 if smth is really a dealbreaker for me, I’ll just block the person instead, otherwise I’ll just scroll past if it’s relatively harmless (like Caitlin/Wells). But here are my blocked tags (I won’t type them bc I don’t want this post showing up in those tags):

choose violence ask game!

[shdwtouch]

just a little note that I will be dropping most of my threads + inbox when I move. currently there are only a few interactions I have muse for, and I want to ensure I have the energy to start new stuff. ofc I'm open to keeping relationships and whatnot, or we can start over ! I'm not picky and understand either way.

I will be sure to post what threads I do intend to keep / continue on the new blog so folks know; and I figure its easier to say what I'm keeping vs what I'm not keeping, so if its not included in that post then I'm not continuing it. I feel bad but. I think it is necessary, and I want to declutter as much as possible.

additionally, I will be dropping all starter calls, inbox calls, plotting calls, plotting DMs, in-progress plots, and any ooc like-for-something posts (like the sims builds). I will post new starter, inbox, and plotting calls on the new blog; in terms of plotting, I am 100% okay with continuing to plot via DMs or go ahead with an in-progress plots ! I'm doing it for my own sanity, so I can have a clean slate in terms of communications and trying to get interaction going, but all you have to do is let me know that you want to keep what we were discussing or are still interested in discussing !

in the end tho, just know my dropping stuff is not personal. it really was just a blanket decision, and its something I've thought a lot about. I don't want to drop anything, but I also know I need to move on and allow myself to declutter a bit. I'm sorry if folks were looking forward to something we had :c we can always discuss picking it back up, but in general unless I say otherwise about a thread or ask its getting dropped.

[lifeseffort]

"You notice things."

The observation is small, voice quiet, as Morse nods in @guttersniper 's direction. He doesn't kneel down to him, doesn't make his voice light-- as a child, he'd always found it... well, somewhat suffocating, even though he knew Strange meant well in this case. He recognizes a lot of himself in the boy-- Mutt, just Mutt, at home in himself, peculiar, quiet, too old and tired for his years-- and doesn't quite know what to do with the small mirror image in front of him.

Inspector Thursday had taken care of the more practical things, seen to it that he'd had a sandwich, a cup of cocoa, offered his own house as a place to put his head down and would hear no argument. Morse’d never minded that so much, feeling small in a kind way, but didn't think, even now, that he'd ever get the hang of it.

"...What else did you see?" Morse asks instead. "Only, it might help us figure out what happened if there's anything you remember." // starter call!

[hopes-peak-postal-company]

could i request hajime, fuyuhiko and byakuya with a s/o that likes pulling their tie for a kiss? s/o likes to tease :'))

lover.

byakuya, fuyuhiko kuzuruyu & hajime hinata with an s/o that likes to pull them by the tie and kiss them!

mod hajime's notes. ofc!!! i don't know much abt byakuya so he might me a little ooc. ngl both of them might come off as ooc but yknow yknow :P

edit. help i just noticed to meant hajime, fuyuhiko and byakuya. not referring to the mod aka me. let me cry in peace (´;︵;`) god why cant i read properly sjdhsb

lowercase intended.

the affluent prodigy was well asjusted in his seat, alone in the library and reading whatever interesting books he could find; his face is, of course, still as cold and frowning as usual.

yet his eyes were deeply mesmerised with the texts written on the pages, his mouth muttering along to a few phrases and sentences.

he was deep in his little book that he didn't noticed you coming in, a slight bounce with each of your step.

the scent of your cologne or whatever you put on reached byakuya's nose, causing him to snap out of the drama currently playing out in his head as he reads. without turning around, he said: "i know you're there, (name). do you need someth—"

his words was cut off as you wrapped your fingers around his tie and pulled him close, your lips touching; he could taste the faint, bittersweet flavor of the chocolates given to you by your dearest boyfriend.

once you finished stealing a kiss from him, nothing but shock was written all over his face. his ears were bright red at the tips, along with his cheeks heating up.

he cleared his throat, finally getting in control of his mind after the kiss. his fingers worked and fixed up his tie as he sighed: "well, seems like you gotten what you wanted."

his book was closed and was set on the table, his eyes wandering the room as if he's looking for anyone hiding within the bookshelves' shadow. "not like i upset or anything.." he muttered, blue irises looking up to yours yet unlike the harsh, bitter glare that could cut through bones, it was friendly. like the summer ocean inviting you to take a picture. "i.. i wouldn't mind that, just don't pull my tie too hard."

he was sitting there, minding his own business until you came along and decided to pull a little stunt. green irises that was dazing out from the window suddenly found themselves within yours.

fuyuhiko's brows raised in curiosity, a small, almost invisible smile on his lips. "hm? what's up, (name)?" he asked, confused. yet when he saw the mischievous glint in your eyes, he could've pushed himself back to the wall if you didn't grabbed him by the tie and pull him as soon as his fingers twitched.

your lips met each other swiftly, just as quick as the realisation hit him and the blood rising to his cheeks; his heart pounding against his chest like a child toying with a small drum.

as soon as you let go of his tie and departed from the kiss, fuyuhiko sat there with his cheeks paintes scarlet. he coughed onto his wrist, moving his head to the side in hopes of you not seeing the flushed look on his face.

"you could've just kissed like what you do normally ..." he gruffed, yet it came out as a whine rather than venomous.

"but, i could get used this." he shrugged, his hand reaching and scratching the back of his neck. "just— warn me next time, okay? i could've punched you.."

he was bored, got nothing to do but relax as he settled himself underneath a palm tree's shade; the cool, tropical breeze craddling him to sleep like a mother to her child.

perhaps he didn't get enough sleep or he was tired from dealing with his reckless classmates, always trying to get themselves into whatever trouble in this god-forsaken island. nevertheless the saccharine song of the sea lulled him to sleep no matter how much he wanted to stay awake.

until he felt a shadow casting over him, one that he was so sure wasn't the palm tree's but a human. he groaned, stirring himself awake as he mumbled: "what is it now—?"

a rush of energy and shock bounced throughout his veins; his brain getting up and going as he felt his lips crash against his significant other's. in other words, yours.

his tie wrapped tightly around your hand, the other caressing his cheek as hajime found himself pressing further into the kiss; closing his eyes as he hears the wind whisper a tease in his ear.

you let him go unfortunately for hajime, but he didn't push any further. he could only sigh in relief, his hand grasping his chest as he could feel his heart screaming and aching for more action. red spreading across his face like wildfire.

"huh.. you scared me." hajime laughs, his brows furrowed and a small, quivering smile on his face. he brought himself up from the sand, brushing off any tiny rocks and particles off his clothes. "though, i think i need more than just one kiss. if it's alright, a peck on the cheek perhaps?"

[dinkedupfink]

hi! if you can, can you do some fluff with L with a masc or gender neutral reader? thank you!

Ofc i can!! Sorry if this took a while, theres just an exam coming soon and end of the year tests, so ive been a bit busy, but im trying to get out the requests!!

Character: L (death note)

Request? Yes

Masculine pronouns and indicated male reader.

L fluff with a masc reader.

"Hey L, are you sure you're completely fine?" The secret lover of the mysterious detective asked, noticing that his boyfriend had been almost falling asleep lately, even with the high amounts of sugar he was intaking.

"Oh, [y/n], yes of course course im.....im fine" between the last two words his eyes almost closed, indicating that he was indeed not very fine, and that sleep could make him 'fine', well, atleast what he defined as normally fine (this was by the way not it).

Before the next words came out of his mouth, [y/n] made sure noone else was in the room, and when he was sure that they were alone, he spoke "love, i know you arent. Please let me take you to bed, or just atleast take a nap, even if its in here on the couch or something."

It was obvious to the both of them how much L needed that, but the pale man on the floor surrounded by sweets as well as tons of papers, could not go to bed, not just yet. But a nap? That was a different story, and very tempting indeed, he even told himself that he couldn't work on full power without that much needed nap, and his brain decided that the convincing it had gotten was enough to give in.

"Okay..maybe we can take a nap, i dont want to lay on the floor though." And with those words, a concerned boyfriends eyes lit up happily at the thought of being allowed to help his lover, even if it was just a short nap. He went over to where L was sitting, careful not to step on anything, and took him in his arms bridal style, in which L didn't have enough mental power to resist this act of kindness, so he just gave in.

Walking over to the couch felt like it took milliseconds for L, because he was already half asleep in the comfortable arms of the only man in his life whom he could trust enough to call his beloved. First, [y/n] laid L down on the couch, then went over to get a blanket, and went back to the couch. He then slid down next to the dark male and pulled the blanket on the two of them.

As soon as he got comfortable, L's arms quickly found their way around his lovers stomach, and his head went on his chest. [Y/n]'s arms went down around L's waist as well, and they both rested there in comfortable silence, before slipping off into the land of dreams..

Ahahahh im so sorry if this is too cheesy or something, if its too short, or if L is ooc or anything, but i tried my best! So i hope u liked it! Buh byee!!

[idreamofplaid]

Square Filled: OOC

Characters: Sam x OFC (Natalie); Dean and Crowley mentioned

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Sam’s life has taken a decisive turn.

Word Count: 912

Created for @howbadcanitbebingo​

A/N: I’m so excited about posting something for the first time in months. Writing has been tough, but I hope this is the first of more to come. It’s a drabble, but it’s done! I haven’t written anything quite like this before. Thanks for the OOC square @howbadcanitbebingo​ . 

I tried. Honestly, I did, but sometimes it just isn’t worth it anymore. Dean is done. Because of him, I kept on fighting everything that goes bump in the night, all the evil, every twisted thing imaginable for far longer than I otherwise would have. If I’d known things would end up like this, maybe I would have let him do it without me.

Everything we faced and defeated together didn’t matter. In the end, he chose Crowley and being a demon. After all the time I spent looking for him, he told me to fuck off and nearly broke my arm. Fine. That’s it. Dean can be a demon.

I could have had a degree from Stanford. Maybe it’s not too late to go to college. Law doesn’t hold the appeal it once did. Can’t really see any reason to fight for justice when there isn’t any, but there are other options. 

I learned one thing spending the last ten years on the road with Dean. Fighting for right will drain you dry until you have nothing left to give. What did all that putting my life on the line, being possessed, and going to hell get me? My brother’s a demon, a demon who doesn’t want to be saved, and I don’t have the normal life I gave up to be a hunter. That’s okay. I have plenty to do without him. 

I hold my empty glass up in the direction of the waitress. “Another one.” 

She smiles at me before she turns to get my drink. I know what that smile means. It’d be easy to fuck her. As she walks away, I check her out. Girl’s got a nice ass. I think I have plans tonight.

She puts my fresh whiskey down on the table, making sure to bend over and give me a good view of her cleavage while she does it. I let my eyes linger there. She’s offering the view, I’m going to enjoy it. 

“What’s your name?” I ask her, slowly bringing my eyes up to hers. 

Her smile is even bigger now. “Natalie.”

“What time do you get off, Natalie?” She’s pretty. We’ll have a good time.

Natalie’s fun, and she’s even better looking with her clothes off. That cleavage she was showing off doesn’t disappoint. Her tits are soft in my hands, and she’s so responsive. The sound she makes when I pull one of her nipples into my mouth is a sound I’ve never heard in bed before. Makes me forget I don’t have a brother anymore.

She’s tight and warm. The way she’s clenching my cock, I need to focus to keep from coming too soon. Not yet, I want this to last a little while longer. 

I’m enjoying the noises she’s making. I like that I can do that to her. The more she claws at my back, the harder it is to hold off. Finally, I let go, and my mind goes blank. There’s nothing but my throbbing cock and the relief that brings.

For a few minutes after, I lay with her. I remember Jessica, but not for long. It’s only a flash in my mind. Her face, the way she once smiled at me. Then it’s gone. It doesn’t mean anything anymore.

I roll back to Natalie for another go. This time it’s rougher, and she likes it. She’s on her hands and knees; the sound of my skin slapping hers is loud, so loud I imagine that the people in the next room can hear it, and they’re jealous of the fucking I’m getting.

It’s a game for me to see just how deep inside her I can get. The deeper I go, the louder she moans. I grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back.

“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” I smack her ass when I say it, and her pussy tightens around my cock. It makes me come again.

This time, there’s no lingering in bed when we’re done. I get up and get dressed. My plaid shirt goes on last. It reminds me of who I used to be and what I used to do, but there’s no nostalgia. I wasted a good chunk of my life.

“Room’s paid for tonight if you want to stay,” I tell her. 

“You’re leaving?” she asks, like she’s surprised. Maybe she is, but she really shouldn’t be. I didn’t do anything to give her the idea I’d stay.

“Yeah, I’ve got some business in Santa Fe.” That’s a lie. I kept the magic credit card from Charlie. I never have to do anything again, and that’s probably a much better idea than going back to college.

Once I turn from her, I don’t look back. The door closes behind me, and I take the first steps across the parking lot. Baby is waiting for me. 

It feels good sitting in the driver’s seat. I turn the key in the ignition and hear her rumble to life. My eyes close, and I listen to her purr. When I open them again, I put her into gear and pull onto the highway. 

Somewhere out there Dean is with Crowley. His eyes are black, and he’s doing what demons do. I click on the radio. “Stairway to Heaven” is playing; the music has a lulling sound, but it isn’t a comfort. My brother liked this song. Maybe the demon does too. I don’t know.

Everything: @dean-winchesters-bacon @waywardbaby @dnnwnchstr22 @fangirlxwritesx67 @cosicas-cuquis @austin-winchester67 @thinkinghardhardlythinking @supernaturalgrandma @calaofnoldor @sandlee44 @spnxbsessed @beenlovingromansincedayoneish @sea040561 @spnbaby-67 @queenoftheunderdark @kickingitwithkirk @fullmooner @deanwanddamons @awesomesusiebstuff @stemroses @gh0stgurl @katbratsupernaturalwhore @fandom-princess-forevermore @lovealways-j @mrswhozeewhatsis @mereka18 @sweetness47 @logical-princey @atc74 @tumbler-tidbits @timelordy-fangirl2 @sorenmarie87 @asthesunwentdownn @jules-1999 @peridottea91 @lizette50 @petitgateau911 @vulgar-library @princessmisery666 @lonewolf471 @daisymoder72 @b3autyfuldisast3r

[sugakuns]

[hc] kuroo, akaashi & ushijima when their relationship is accidentally outed

today is the day i try and write for ushijima and akaashi TT, please tell me if i made any of the characters too ooc!!!

→ kuroo testurō

Okay the only reason it was outed was bc lev has a crush on you and kuroo couldn’t stand it lmao

Like you’re his s/o not lev’s so why would be put up with it

The team (besides kenma ofc, bokuto too but that’s another story) just thought you were a close childhood friend like kenma and that’s why you’d stop by after your club and wait to walk with the duo

but little did they know 👀

so one day you were waiting for kuroo outside the gym and lev and the rest stood outside with you while you were waiting

ofc lev being the airhead he is decided that this was prime time for flirting

by flirting I mean he literally just goes “you’re pretty” to ur face with his cute dumb grin

kuroo overhears and comes storming out cause he can’t stand the way lev looks at u in ur cute uniform 🥺

“Will you stop flirting with my s/o dumbass” tbh kuroo wasn’t really even trying to hide it but cause u two never kissed or anything in front of the team everyone just thought you were close

cue lev.exe stopped working

“s-s/o??” you can hear his heart snapping in half from a mile away lmao

yamamoto is screaming cuz he thought were single smh

lowkey tanaka and noya know abt u too sjsjs

y’all left them in the dust to cry cause ur sexy ass was taken by mr.smooth 🥳

→ ushijima wakatoshi

The reason you never visited was bc tendou scared the shit out of u lmao

but alas ushijima promised to let u have a sleepover in his house so you had to wait for his practice to finish so you could go home together

tbh you debated just standing outside but everyone kept giving you strange looks so you eventually stepped in and very quietly watched from the corner

ofc washijō seen you so u were like “ushijima told me to wait for him” and lemme tell u this bitch flipped and just thought you were a fangirl and created a whole big scene

ushijima knows you’re shy (obvs) so when the old man tried to push you out while screaming he came to your rescue

“that’s my s/o” he said it in such a monotone voice like it was so obvious lmao

cue tendou wrecking havoc

he’d seen you a million times around ushijima but even the guess monster didn’t guess that you were his s/o

your face was so red because of all the attention on you and you just wanted the ground to swallow you

eventually the chaos simmered down but tendou was pissed that he couldn’t even guess 😔✊

now you’ll constantly have one of the team members watching over you in school cause ushijima ordered them too 🥴

semi was not impressed

→ keiji akaashi

honestly you’re the only reason he survives practice

like honestly how does this man keep his patience around bokuto lmao

anyways,,

you planned to pop by practice and hopefully catch akaashi before you went home

um,,, that didn’t happen lmao

“Hey, hey, hey! There’s a pretty girl out here!”

oh no

he’s spotted you

“umm i came to see akaashi..” bokuto screams cause he thinks that his besties got a girl crushing on him (he was close enough lol)

since akaashi isn’t really one to share his emotions unless someone does something stupid he didn’t feel the need to share about your relationship

so rip you ig cause now you’ve got a man child harassing you

“bokuto what are you doing to (y/n)-san?”

“you’re on first name basis?!”

“well yeah, that’s kinda the whole point?”

“huh”

“we’re dating?”

“..what”

yk the expression calm before the storm

yeah you wanna get out of there before bokuto goes apeshit bc WHY DIDNT HE KNOW

expect bokuto to follow you on every social media that night 😌✊