#one could argue... but im not arguing im just deciding hes ace

[videoworm]

charlie asexual! ace charlie 🛎 bing bing

if the audio is shit (idk its very asynchronous on my phone but only a little on desktop? i hate it here) you can also watch it here (its the last clip of the video)

[ghostboneswrites2]

HELLOOOO :333

since im re-watching twd and im back on season 8, what if Y/n was to get bit aswell but had no intentions of telling daryl? So she makes the most of her remaining days with him until she gets consumed by the infection. Kind of like the whole carl thing. thankyou in advance :P

hi angsty anon sorry for the wait I love this req so much 💕

Last Man Standing

Warnings: TWD typical violence, death, grief, mentions of sex

dividers from @sister-lucifer

Gratitude could be hard to come by. You’d think it would be bountiful in a world where a simple meal could be considered a luxury. With all the carnage and loss, it was easy to forget that there were still things worth being thankful for, but today you were grateful. You were grateful often, but especially today.

Today would be the beginning of the end of your life. So, you’d spend the morning with Daryl, drinking instant coffee and complaining about the taste. He’d part for only a short time to shower, offering you to tag along, only to be shot down.

“No thanks, babe. I actually showered last night before you got back.” You’d say in your casual chipper, and he’d believe you, because you never gave him a reason not to. How was he to know what you were hiding beneath your shirt?

After his shower, while you were cleaning up the kitchen for him, he snuck up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and inhaling against your neck. He loved the way you smelled.

With a chuckle, you’d ask him, “All clean?” To which he’d just grunt and squeeze you tighter, pressing you into the counter. You’d spin around, plant your lips on his, while he hoisted you up onto the countertop and stripped you down. The sex was passionate and sweet, never breaking the kiss until you had to get dressed again.

“Do you want to go for a walk with me?” You asked him as you adjusted your bra and fixed your hair.

“Ya sure? Hotter than hell out.” He asked skeptically, knowing how much you loved having a home with an AC.

“Of course I am.” You grinned wide, a smile that shone brighter than your inner turmoil. “It’s the only thing I miss about being on the road. Our walks in the woods.”

A tiny curl appeared at the corner of his lip, a small show of affection he often reserved for you and you alone.

“Get your boots on.” He told you. Once you were both geared up to leave the walls, you went out into the trees and disappeared together.

He picked up quickly on your unusual silence. It wasn’t that a quiet walk was abnormal for the two of you, but you had a habit of pointing out different types of birds and bugs as you strolled. Today you hadn’t done that. Your focus was on the small beams of light that filtered in through the canopy above. Life was so beautiful, and you were determined not to take it for granted in your final hours.

The heat, however, was not so enjoyable. The fever was starting to set in and you knew it would be only a matter of time before your skin went pale and clammy. Your hours were numbered, more than you had anticipated. Of course, you’d seen it happen much faster than this. You were still one of the lucky ones.

When you found a suitable log you took a seat, being sure to control your breathing. He couldn’t see you get winded after such a short walk. He’d know something was up. So, instead of giving him the chance to think about it too much, you decided to distract him.

“Remember when we first met?” You asked. He snorted.

“I remember a psycho comin’ after me with a knife.” He joked.

“I’m my defense, I didn’t know you, and you were in my house.”

“It was a damn gas station in the middle o’ nowhere.” He argued. You giggled.

“Home is where you make it.” You told him.

“Nah. Home is people. The ones who matter.” He corrected. You felt a twinge of pain in your heart. You knew he was referring to you. You were his home, just like he was yours.

“Yeah. But, sometimes…” You trailed off, chewing at your lip anxiously. “Sometimes home is just where you belong. Even if the people that belong there with you aren’t there anymore.”

“Nah.” He shrugged away your sentiments. “My people’s my home an’ if I ain’t got them I ain’t got nothin’.”

You took in a small breath and blinked a few times to avoid tears. It was moments like this that reminded you why you could never tell him. A surge of emotion washed over you. Suddenly you felt dizzy in the heat. Whether it was the infection or the stress, you were visibly pale and short of breath.

“Y’alright?” He asked with concern.

“Yeah.” You breathed with a nod. “It’s just really hot out here.”

“Told ya.” He gloated. “You’re spoiled now.”

He stood and offered you a hand, which you took, and he led you back home.

After some cold water and a small snack, you hadn’t felt much better. You knew it could only be a sign of what was to come, which was surely worse than what you were currently experiencing.

“Damn. That heat really took ya out, huh?” He commented as he refilled your glass of water. You nodded and hummed, somewhat absentmindedly.

“Wanna watch a movie?” You asked him.

“We got movies?” He asked. You laughed.

“Yeah. Not sure which ones but I found some DVDs when we moved in.”

The two of you searched until you found a movie called Pay it Forward. It was about a boy who did a class project in the concept of paying it forward. One good deed for fellow man, paid forward consistently, to make the world better for everyone.

By the end you were in tears, and so was Daryl despite his best efforts to conceal it.

“Kid reminds me o’ you.” He admitted. “Always tryin’ to do right by everyone else.”

“Yeah.” You sighed. All the good deeds you had done, only to die in the end, just like the little boy in the movie. The only difference was that you knew you were going to die.

The sun was beginning to set, and as you went to stand and turn off the TV, you collapsed. The weight of your upright body was too much to bear. It felt as if your bones were being crushed under the weight.

In a panic, Daryl rushed to lift you back into the couch. Your head swayed around, eyes glazed over. Your skin was clammy and drained of color. Your eyes had sunken in and the whites around your irises had yellowed. He took your face in his hands and tried to steady it, looking you in the eyes with a deep concern.

“Y’okay? Hey, look at me. Ya good? You’re scarin’ me.” He begged softly as your tried to focus on him through the blurry vision. “Y/N? Talk to me, baby.” He pleaded again.

When your vision had reduced him to a single figure, you finally spoke.

“I’m sorry, Dar.” You whispered.

“Sorry for what?” He asked with a gentle shake of your shoulders when your head began to droop down again. “Did ya take somethin’? Ya sick? What’s goin’ on?”

“I couldn’t tell you.” You admitted, voice crackling under the weight of fear and agony. It felt like your bones were splintering under your skin, lodging into your flesh like needles. Everything hurt. Everything burned. Everything aches and throbbed and begged for relief.

“Tell me what?!” He begged. “Talk to me. You can tell me anythin’, ya know that!”

“I’m sorry.” You began to cry. It was all finally caving in on you. The terror of becoming a walker, the fear of death and the unknown, the guilt of leaving him behind. “I’m sorry.”

“Y/N..” He whispered, eyes beginning to water.

With nothing left to lose, you hooked your weak fingers under the hem of your shirt and struggled to pull it over your head. Daryl reached to help, but he froze when your ribcage came into view. A deep round bite showed it’s ugly face, bruised and discolored all around. The veins around the wound had turned black. The nasty infection had entered your bloodstream. Hell, even if it hadn’t, it wasn’t like you could amputate and save your life.

A sick feeling crept into his heart and spread over his body. He was nauseated, enraged, devastated. He couldn’t even decipher the range of emotions, and frankly he didn’t have the time to. You were slipping away, like sand falling through his fingers.

“When?” He choked out.

“Yesterday.” You admitted weakly.

“Ya didn’t tell nobody?” He asked in shock.

“I couldn’t. They’d have told you.”

“Why couldn’t ya tell me?” He asked you, but it was too late. Your eyes had fluttered shut. He shook you with a rough desperation. “Y/N, come on. Not now. Talk to me. Open your eyes. Why couldn’t ya tell me? Come on baby. Please.”

He begged and cried as he shook you, pulled you into his arms, tried everything to bring you back. Your body was limp against his. All the strength of a man ripped away from him as he crumpled up on the floor, cradling the love he had lost. He sobbed over you until the heat of the fever had left your flesh and you turned cold. All signs of live had vanished. He pulled away and looked down at you one last time. Scanning every feature, imprinting it into his memory.

Then, he screamed. It was a deep, guttural, primal kind of scream. The kind you only heard from a man who lost everything he loved, or a woman who lost her child. It was filled with agony and despair. He screamed and screamed until neighboring Alexandrians rushed out of their homes and over to your front step. They pounded at the door and called for you and Daryl, overcome with worry for their neighbors.

He couldn’t hear them, though. Not over his own heart, over his own thoughts, his screams and cries. He stood in place and dug his fists into his hair, hoping the pain of tugging at his scalp would distract him from the overwhelming ache in his chest, but it did nothing to soothe him. He paced around your body, hyperventilating, losing touch with himself and the world around him.

His hands found pictures on the walls, furniture, the television, the dishes and decor. His heavy boots echoed as he stormed around and destroyed the reminiscence of his life with you there. He could leave no trace, for he could not bare it. By the time Rick was summoned, the home was completely destroyed. Broken glass and splintered furniture littered the home. Lamps turned sideways, flickering in the dim rooms.

He found you first, a cold half-dressed corpse that he barely recognized amidst the destruction. He found Daryl next, on the kitchen floor, curled up on his side as he sobbed on a bed of broken china and scattered cutlery. Rick could barely recognize him as he laid there, a shell of a man. A man who lost his whole world.

It would be weeks before anyone aside from Rick saw him again. Without Rick to check in on him and talk him into eating or drinking, he likely would have died of malnutrition or dehydration. At least, that would have been the formal cause of death. Everyone would know, though, that he would have died of a broken heart.

Eventually, he emerged from his solitude and found your grave among the others. He’d sit there for hours, reading and rereading the letter you left him, which he only found because it was under the bottle of whiskey you’d both saved for a rainy day.

Daryl,

It’s strange to imagine the final hours of one’s life. It’s even more strange to experience the final hours of your own life, knowing that everything you do, you do for the last time. I suppose I should feel afraid. Oddly enough, I’m sort of finding peace with it.

In retrospect, I was so lucky to make it as far as I have. My survival up until this point largely boils down to the luck of the draw. Right places, right times. Still, though, there were a few times where I lived because someone else died, or because someone was there to save me. There were times where we all lived because we fought like hell and earned the right to survive in this new world.

It is new, by the way. The world we once knew died, but it’s been reborn. I’m grateful to have been part of the beginning of something new, something that might be great. Most of all, I’m grateful to have been a part of it by your side. I’d never change a single thing. Even if I was given the chance to go back and stop the outbreak, I wouldn’t. Because I would have never met you, and had I not, I would have never found my true self. I pretended to be someone else for as long as I can remember. The time I’ve spent with you has felt more natural to me than anything I’ve ever experienced.

You, Daryl, are the most raw, genuine, unfiltered person I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing. You showed me how to find that version of myself, and in doing so, you set me free. I might be dying, but I’m dying as my true self, and for that I am thankful.

Despite all that, I know you, and I know nothing I can say will console you the way you need to be consoled. If nothing else, I hope every time you retreat into solitude and shut yourself off from the world, you can hear my voice in the back of your mind. Reminding you to admire the beauty in the natural world, nagging you to go see Carol and get out of your head.

I know you get tired of being the last man standing, but the grief doesn’t have to consume you. You don’t have to be alone. You deserve a happy ending too.

I love you, more than I could ever show you. I hope you can forgive me for leaving you behind. Whatever awaits me on the other side, I hope to find you there one day, after you’ve lived a full life and found a purpose outside of being by my side.

tags: @kissmeunicornbaobei @thesadcatt0 @clairealeehelsing @duckybird101 @tmntfixationxreader @ryoujoking @blackvelveteen1339 @yondus-girl @ladylincoln @sunshinebug9 @saylum559 @yoowhatthefuck @duffmckagansbandana @celtic-crossbow @virginsexgod69 @dazzling-roaring-20s @l0kilaufeys0n7 @uhnanix @superbowlisgay @liizzygrant @eddiemunsonsupremecy @raeraegoaway

[gojo-mochi]

EEK IM SCREAMING FROM UR WRITINGS- and ur October event?! If u may a request of werewolf!ace please 😭 aksjwksjwkzj and maybe with any dark themes u have in mind 👀

CW: Reader is called “Little Red”, Attempted assault and kidnapping by a stranger (not ace), a bit of blood, creampie, breeding, Oral F!Recieving, Noncon, Ace is a bit toxic and yandere in this. Part of my Kinktover event!  (now closed)

Words: 5.3K (im gagging idk what happened don't look at me ok, it my inner werewolf phase coming out at the end) 

A/N: Sorry it took so long wahhhh and if the ending ended weirdly OTL

You pulled down on your red hood and tugged at your too-short of a skirt. Sighing out, you lean back on the wall, wondering how your friend not only roped you into coming to this Halloween party but also into wearing a skimpy Red Riding Hood costume. You were supposed to be matching with her, but she decided to go as a slutty bunny, stating, “Wasn’t there a bunny in the story too? No? Oh well, there was a wolf, so a bunny fits anyway!” It did not fit, but you were too tired to argue with her, trying your best to sink into the wall and disappear. 

Unfortunately, your friend decided that being a wallflower for the entire party was not in the stars for you. “Come oooooooon! At least dance with me for one song!” Your friend whined as she dragged you by the wrist to the open dancefloor. The heavy, thumping bass drops seem to shake the dancefloor, or perhaps that was just the masses of people grinding and bumping into each other. Your friend dragged you right into the middle of the pit, and with no chance of escape, you sigh heavily, trying to act like the music wasn’t affecting you. 

Your friend starts to pull out dance moves, using them on you as she pretends to circle a lasso around you and pull you in. You rolled your eyes at her display and went along with it with a small giggle. Slowly bobbing your head to the rhythm of the music and shuffling your feet, letting your body succumb to the music and the vibes. Getting more comfortable by the time the next song comes on. Swaying your hips and even moving your arms now, getting so lost in the melody that you didn’t notice that your friend left you and was replaced by someone else. 

The deep, booming bass of the song made you more energized, shaking your ass and swinging your hips and body in tune with the bass. Your eyes closed so you could let your ears and body fully enjoy the music, thinking that you were still dancing with your friend you didn’t mind when you felt hands on you. Moving down your sides to settle on your hip as their chest slides up to your back. You played along, as you were used to your friend’s antics by now. 

Only when you slyly bumped your ass back to grind on her, did you notice that your friend either got extremely buff in the last few minutes or you were actually grinding on a guy this whole time. Your questions were answered when the guy leaned his head down to whisper in your ear. “Damn.. you have some nice moves there, Little Red.” A slightly husky voice rasps out, his hands still on your hips, squeezing them, his fingers digging into your plushness. 

You gasp out, twisting your body away from him, and turning around. In the neon flashing lights of the dancefloor, your eyes settled on the large frame in front of you. Your eyes immediately flickered to the furry ears on top of his head, black and fluffy like his hair. You look further down landing on his bare toned chest and totally not staring at his happy trail in the middle of his abs or anything like that. You catch a glimpse of his tail swishing behind him as he leans down once again to speak to you.

“Woah, hey! Sorry, was that too much?” He rubs the back of his hair with an awkward grin. Another flash of the neon lights from above passes by on the both of you, you studied his face a bit more as it does. Noticing the small patches of freckles across the bridge of his nose and his very sharp canines poking out. He places his hands in front calmly as a sign of goodwill. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything!” His voice rings out again, almost muffled by the booming bass from the speakers. The music dropped once more and everyone in the crowd was getting hyped for it, causing everyone to start swarming around the middle. 

You got shoved right in the stranger’s direction, his arms came out swiftly to catch you before you fell face first on the ground. Firms arms wrapped around your waist to steady you, your face lands on his chest right above his happy trail. You inhale his scent, an intoxicating blend of musk, woods, and spices that starts off heavy and overwhelming but goes down smooth like a shot of liquor. You unconsciously curl up closer to his chest to breathe in more of this arousing aroma. 

Letting the furry stranger easily manhandle you out of the dance pit and off the side. “Hey….hey……Hey there!” The stranger shakes your shoulder a bit, bringing you out of your stupor. A fierce blush heats up your face as you realize how you were still nuzzling your cheek on his chest. You backed away, almost stumbling on your feet, causing the stranger to once again catch you in his broad arms. “I know I’m gorgeous, but falling for me twice in a row? Haha, you’re really cute, you know that, Little Red?” You felt another rush of heat come up as you sputtered out a response. 

I-I was just-! I mean-!” The stranger’s tail swished around happily as he threw his head back in a roaring laugh. Causing some of the other guests to turn their heads and look your way. Your ears burn as they stare at the two of you, you bring up your red hood and tighten the sting, covering your face. He eventually calms down once he sees you trying to leave the scene, with a hand placed on your shoulder to stop your escape. 

His ears flopped down on his head and he gave you the saddest kicked puppy look you've ever seen in your life. “Hey, wait! I didn’t mean to upset you..” He pouts out his lips and you almost folded at this point. “I think we got off on the wrong foot, here, let me introduce myself.” He straightens up his back, extending to his full height, and puffing out his chest. “The name’s Ace! It’s nice to meet cha!” You just noticed now that his voice has a slight tinge of an accent behind it, but you couldn’t place your finger on where or what it sounded like. 

Ace flung his hand out towards you, a wide smile on his face that emitted sunshine and warmth, only to be darkened by his menacingly large and seemingly real canines. You chuckled nervously as you grabbed his hand and shook it. “Wo-wow, Ace… those are some um-very big teeth you have there. Must have been quite the expensive buy. You really go all out for Halloween, huh?” He squeezed your hand tightly as you said that. 

His fingers linger on your wrist before he lets go with the same smile still placed on his face, however, something was a bit off about it this time. “Hehe, yeah! I mean, Halloween is like the one night that I can truly be myself, you know!” He runs his hand through his hair, pushing back his ears as they spring back into place. ‘Wow he really must have dropped a lot of cash on his costume, everything looks so… realistic.’ You mused to yourself quietly as Ace stuck out his elbow for you to grab. “Wanna see how many hotdogs I can scarf down outside?” You raised an eyebrow at him but looped your arm with his either way.

“I bet you won’t go over ten.” You lightly teased him, bumping your elbow into his side, causing his tail to wag rapidly behind him. “Let’s make it a bet then!” He retorted back as you idly wondered how he was controlling his tail like that, you both headed out to the backyard. The “backyard” per se, was actually just the vast land in the back that opens up into a forest. Tables, chairs, lights, and a whole bar-be-que set were all set up for the party. Including a hot-dog eating contest on the side, Ace led you right to it, his stomach rumbling quite loudly as the smokey and savory aroma invaded your nose. 

Ace was practically drooling by the time you both reached the table. A shirtless guy with a chainsaw for a head was taking in contestants. “Yo, my man! Let me join in too!” They dapped each other up in greeting. “You lookin’ to suck down some schlongs? You came to the right place, sign up right here and the contest starts in about 5 minutes!” Chainsaw guy gave Ace a clipboard with the sign-up sheet, and he started yelling for the other contestants to gather up. 

Ace gives you a wink, unhooking his arm from you and going to sit down at the table. “Make sure to root for me, alright, Little Red?” You roll your eyes but smile softly at him, feeling a warmth start to bloom in your chest. The other contestants all sit down as well, getting ready to feast as piles of hotdogs are placed in front of them. Chainsaw guy counted down from five and blew his whistle, signaling the contestants to start chowing down. Ace quickly grabbed a hotdog in each hand and shoved them in his mouth, the wienerwursts disappearing in the blackhole of his stomach one after the other. Ace’s pile of hotdogs was gone in minutes. 

He even started taking hotdogs from the other contestant’s pile, only to get reprimanded by the Chainsaw guy. You belly laughed at the display, watching the people sitting next to Ace give up and push their piles to the wolf man anyway. Later on, it was less of a competition and more of the crowd just cheering on Ace as he kept on wolfing down dog after dog. Some watched in awe and some watched in disgust, you were a mixture of both, the ringing of a bell signals the contest’s end. 

People cheered and one even puked on the grass, Ace threw his arms up in the air and started flexing, sending winks and heart signs your way. “That was all for you, Little Red!” He ends his declaration with a loud howl, other party goers got affected by his enthusiasm and joined in as well and you could swear that actual wolves in the forest were howling along in the back. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end as the howls began to die down, something about the way Ace’s voice timbered out from deep in his chest made you wary and scared….

You push down those uneasy feelings when Ace saunters up to you, his hand on his hips as he bows down with a lopsided grin on his face. His fangs glint under the light of the moon, his voice lightly rasps out; “So, what’cha think? I definitely ate more than ten, am I right?” You snort, pushing at his broad chest softly; “I think you ate enough to feed a whole country.” Ace’s grin only got wider at your comment, his tail sweeping the ground behind him; “So that means I won the bet, right?” He slung his arm around your shoulder and one on your hip pulling you in close, putting his lips right next to the shell of your ear. 

Even making his voice a pitch deeper as it rumbles down straight to your core; “Cause, I think I want you as my prize for winning the contest and the bet, Little Red.” This time, you couldn’t suppress the shiver that came up your spine, just now taking notice of how big Ace’s hands were, and they were even equipped with pointed nails painted black to look like claws. They point into your sides, sharp but not painful like a warning of what he could do if he added just a bit more pressure. 

Your breath gets caught in your throat as you try to quip back with a sarcastic retort, as Ace lowers his head down on your shoulder, taking in a deep breath of your scent, his nose poking at the fabric of your red hood, you could feel his fangs come out a bit as they start to dig in, making you yelp loudly. You push Ace away much harsher this time, your heartbeat going a mile a minute, your face flushed as red as your hood, Ace stumbles back from the impact, his head facing downwards so you couldn't see his expression. You could only hear a heavy growl arising from Ace’s throat when he looked back up at you. 

His pupils turned into slits as they appeared to almost glow from the angle he was leering at you from. You took a couple of steps back, your voice coming out in a small whisper; “A-ace?”. But that was enough for Ace to snap back from whatever was happening to him. Shaking his head and slapping his own cheeks roughly twice, his eyes went back to normal when they landed on you once more. He reaches out a hand towards you, but upon seeing you flinch back away from him, his ears fall down, pressing flatly against his head. 

His tail also hangs limp, tucked between his legs. “Little Red, I am so so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I swear!” He pressed his hands down flat on his sides, noticing how you were warily eyeing them, his shoulders hunching down and his head droop down as well. Trying his best to make himself seem as harmless and small as possible. “Little Red, are you still-” “I think I should go-” You both spoke at the same time; “Ah, Sorry you go first-” “No, you should-” You both cut off each other once again, you began to speak once more, not finding the courage to look at Ace directly while you spoke. 

“I-I’m gonna go get a drink. By myself!” You added the last sentence in a hurry when you saw Ace take a step forward to follow you. Tugging on your hood’s strings nervously, eyes flicking over to Ace’s form to gauge his reaction, Ace only lets out a pitiful whine at your words. Stopping his trek towards you either way, you didn’t wait for him to start speaking again as you quickly turned around and sprinted across the other side of the backyard. 

Your heart pounding in your chest, recalling the predatory look on Ace’s face, the abnormally deep growl he made, and the feeling that you were caught in the maw's of a great beast. You jogged all the way up to the mini bar stationed in the backyard, the bartender gives you a worried look; “Hey, you feeling alright there?” When you went to reply with a “I’m fine.” what came out instead was a painful wheeze. You kneel over, coughing out your poor lungs in front of the bartender, who came over to pat you on the back and offer you some water. 

You felt the stares of some onlookers, but they were quickly shooed away by the bartender. When you finally felt like you had coughed up everything your body had to offer, he helped you up back on your feet. You swayed a bit and crashed into his side, he was quick to steady you though. Wrapping an arm around your waist and letting you lean on him, “Woah there, just lean on me, alright? And, drink this too.” He pushed the cup of water near your face, letting you dip your head down so you could take a few sips. The cold crisp water hitting your suffering lungs, made things a little bit better. You gulped down until the cup was empty and gave a huge relieved sigh. 

Your heart rate calmed down by this point, you felt like you could breathe normally again. The bartender still held on to your side, smiling gently at you; “Finally some color back in those cute cheeks of yours, haha. I think I’m gonna have to cut you off from any more drinks tonight, miss.” His tone light and teasing, your heart didn’t flutter like it did with Ace though. You managed to give him a smile back, hoping it didn’t show your true emotions. 

You shrug off his arm from your waist, giving him another small thanks, however the bartender grabbed onto your arm to stop you from leaving. “Hey, you’re just gonna leave just like that?” He frowned, his grip on your arm tighten up; “I think it my duty as a bartender, to look after drunk girls like you, you know..” You felt bile rise up when he licked his lips at you, you pulled on your captured arm. “Let go of me!” You yelled, looking around to see if there was anyone who would come to help, but the crowd got denser and drunker as the night moved on and the music was deafening. 

A hand was placed over your mouth when you tried to scream for help again, you felt yourself getting pulled away from the crowd, you struggled and kicked behind you but the anxiety and exhaustion from before caught up with you. His hand moved a bit downward as he was trying to keep you still, you took this opportunity to bite down on it. He screamed and let you go for a moment but swiftly yanked you back by grabbing on to your red hood. 

Tears fell down your cheeks as the collar of the hood started to choke you a bit from how hard he was pulling back on it. Your vision got blurry from all the tears and lack of air, so you didn’t get to see Ace land a dropkick on the bartender, sending him crashing through some tables. As you were gasping for air once more and trying to get your vision to clear, all you heard was grunting and growling. Your eyes cleared up and you got back on your feet to find a small pack of people crowding around something. 

You stood on your toes to look over someone’s shoulders to find Ace beating the absolute shit out of the bartender. Blow after blow was dealt, you heard someone leave to puke, you almost puked yourself hearing a sickening crunch of bones being broken. Ace’s hands were bloodied and the guy beneath him stopped moving a while ago it seemed, but everyone watching was too afraid to try to stop Ace. His hair and fur on his tail were frenzied and wild, he stopped beating on the guy and stood up, wiping the blood on his bare chest, taking in a deep breath of air and immediately swinging his head around to meet with your eyes. 

You couldn’t hear him from this distance but you could see his lips move to say “Little Red…” and your heart froze up, fortunately your legs did not freeze as they turned and ran as they could. Right in the vast thicket of the forest, you did not care how tired you were, you just wanted to get away from everyone, from the stupid party you got dragged to, from that creepy guy, and from Ace. He wasn’t normal, no, from everything that you saw from him tonight, your mind concluded that he was either on a lot of drugs or wasn’t human. 

The moonlight helped illuminate your path forward, deeper and deeper into the forest. You were sure the forest wasn’t this big before, but your plan of cutting through the forest back home is starting to seem like a bad idea now. You stopped for a quick breath, looking at your surroundings for any sign of a landmark. Only to find the same amount of trees on either side, you weren’t even sure which way the party was now. Silently cursing to yourself, you pulled out your phone to see if there was at least a signal to call for help. 

Crack

.

.

.

Your head whipped around trying to find the source of the noise, trembling slightly as you voiced out in the darkness. “He-hello? Who’s there?” ... Nothing answered back; only the sound of more leaves and branches crunching and cracking was heard as you strained your ears to pinpoint exactly where it was coming from. As a figure began to emerge from the darkness and into the moonlight, you decided that waiting to see who it was was a dumb idea, so you quickly ran again.

Your legs and chest were screaming at you; your muscles were sore, but you kept pressing on. The adrenaline and fear coursing through your veins help you run just a little bit further each time you think you are going to pass out. Your ears picked up on noises coming directly behind you—the sounds of branches being broken, someone tramping down on the dirt, and a strange low huffing—all invaded your senses as you kept on running. 

 You didn’t dare look behind you, not caring where you were heading; you just needed to get away from whatever was chasing you. Yet fate decided to have some fun with you, making you trip on the soft dirt, landing directly on your face. You scrambled to get back on your feet, only to be pushed down by someone much larger than you. Their hot breath ghosted over the scuff of your neck, and their hands gripped tightly on your waist as you felt them press their body right up against your back.

“Little Red…” 

Your blood ran cold, and a numbing chill went up your spine, freezing your entire body. You know that nickname, that voice... “Ace…?” You get a guttural growl in response, and Ace’s dips down to press his lips on the back of your neck. His claws dig into your plushness when you yelp and try to squirm away from his searing kisses. Each press of his lips on your bare skin burns straight down to your core. His fangs graze over the fabric of your cheap costume, and another growl comes out, more annoyed that the cloth was keeping him away from your sweet flesh. 

 One hand lets go of your waist to tear at your clothes with his claws, easily ripping the fabric apart with one finger. The chilling night air hits your skin, causing goosebumps to run down your spine. Only to get replaced by the fervent heat of Ace’s tongue licking down your back. A shameless groan came from Ace as he continued to nip and slobber on your skin: “Fuck… Little Red, you taste so good.. So good..” Ace’s head was swimming; all rational thoughts left the window when he saw you get manhandled by that shitty bartender. 

 Then the chase through the woods? Oh, Ace thought it was so fun, he could have easily caught you when you passed the first thicket of trees, but his instincts enjoyed the hunt, the wait, and the stalking. Seeing you so helpless, sweat pouring down your skin, your scent emitting an enticing mixture of fear and lust. Of course, that's what Ace thought anyway: that this chase was all part of the game and that you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. That's why you were shaking so much, right? In excitement? 

Your tears were probably just for show, not that he cared either way. Something about seeing your face covered in tears, your cute lips quivering into a pout. He wanted to make a blubbering mess out of you, the idea made his pants all the tighter. He rutted against you, his bulge rubbing right on your ass. Grunting as he pushes up your flimsy skirt, growling when the wind keeps pushing it back down again, he decided to just tear it to shreds anyway. 

With one hand pushing down your back, he moves his other hand to move your legs apart enough for his hand to rub on your panties, his forefingers going right in the middle, teasing your clit and digging in with his claws just enough to make you worry. You tried to squirm away, knees grating on the dig, your hands trying to grab on, whether it was for a weapon or for balance—you didn't know at this point. Your mind just screamed at you to get away, but Ace wasn’t going to let that happen. Even if the chase was fun, he was getting impatient at this point; he needed you badly. 

 He easily dragged you back by the thighs, pushing your ass back right on his face. You squealed, feeling his tongue trace the outline of your folds, pushing your panties in as far as it could. You let out a high-pitched and embarrassed whine when Ace takes a huge inhale, his nose right in the middle of your wet panties, practically breathing in your scent into his veins. Getting even drunker from his actions, you scramble as hard as you can, your nails digging in the soft dirt, your legs shaking, but Ace's grip on you was tight, and he wasn’t going to give you even an inch of freedom. 

Using his sharp teeth, Ace gently bit down on the edge of your panties, making sure not to hurt you even in his frenzied stage. He pulled back on it, tearing a small hole in your underwear. He repeated this action until your pussy was exposed to him. “Ace.. do-don’t.” Your quiet and pathetic pleads fell on deaf ears, as Ace immediately dove in, his tongue lapping up all your sweet arousal. Loud groans bubbled up from his throat, his tongue slobbering all over your folds, drool flying out from how fast his tongue was lapping on you.

You squeaked out moans of your own; it was sloppy, but Ace had a large, hot tongue that hit in all the right places. Anytime his tongue sloppily hits your clit, your body gives a little shake, and your hands clenched into fists as you try to fight off the feeling of pleasure from this action. The vulgar slurping noises coming from this were deafening to you in the quiet night air. “Fu-fuck!” Your eyes almost rolled back when Ace shoved his tongue inside of you, the wet muscle working its way to a sweet spot. 

It was thick and long enough to almost fill you up like a cock would; it only succeeded in making you crave something bigger to fill you up, even though you might deny that at the moment. You felt your stomach start to get tight, and your thighs shook and shook as Ace was unrelenting in tongue-fucking you. You could only squeeze your eyes shut as your body gave up and released all over Ace’s face. Your juices cover his cheek and chin, as he happily slurps up all the rest coming from you. 

 He pulls back with a satisfied hum, standing back on his knees so he can pull down his pants and wring out his hard cock. You were panting and trying to recover from that orgasm when you felt his tip rub against your folds. Your mind went into fight mode again, kicking and screaming at him, but it was no use. Ace leaned back down over you, his chest covering your entire frame and his mouth placed directly next to your ear as he grabbed his cock and slowly began to push it inside. Just the tip was enough to stretch you out; “Shush… It’s ok, just trust me, Little Red.” He grunts into a soft growl, finally feeling his cock get engulfed by your tight hole. “I know you wanted this too… I’ll give it to you, don’t worry. I-nghh-I’ll mark you tonight and you’ll be-hahhh-my mate forever.” 

You barely register his words and their meaning when he completely thrusts his cock into you, his hips slapping harshly on your ass. Taking a moment to enjoy how your pussy was already trying to milk him dry, so tight, wet, and inviting. He moved his head down so his lips went on your pulse point on your neck, angling his hips back slowly, starting a slow thrust. Each time his cock fully went in, it made you choke on air from how it was completely filling you up. You barely had time to adjust to his length before Ace went at a faster pace. 

Any inhabitants of the forest were subjected to listening to the lewd sounds of your moans, the slapping of skin on skin, and Ace’s deep growls and grunts. Your cute moans soon turned into a scream as Ace bit down on your neck, marking you and drawing blood, his hand clawing at the front of your shirt, ripping that apart as so he could grope at your chest. The stinging pain combined with the overwhelming pleasure made your brain short-circuit. Another orgasm was building up, as Ace let go of your neck and lapped up the blood, feeling you get even tighter, he started going faster. 

 “That’s it, Little Red. So fucking tight, I’m gonna breed this tight pussy. Hahhhh. You’re gonna look so good filled up with my pups.” 

Wait, does that mean he was going to cum inside of you?! You tried to stop him but all that fell from your lips with a soft whimper, with a particularly hard thrust, you came once more, on his cock this time. Ace let your pussy squeeze him for all he’s worth, releasing his cum inside of you. The hot seed covered your walls and spilled out, Ace let out a tender whine, feeling his cock almost empty from this. But he wasn't done yet; no, he needed to make sure that you were going to take everything tonight.

He gradually pulls out his cock, whining at the loss of heat but quickly works as he flips you on your back. Now you were facing him for the first time since you entered the woods. The feral look in Ace’s eyes made him seem like an entirely different person. He almost seemed a lot bigger than before. There was no time to think about that though, as he rammed his cock back inside you, causing more of his cum to spill out, but that’s ok, he was gonna fill up you again and again. 

He folded your legs to your chest so he could hit at the right angles and made sure your pussy could hold all she could. Plap after plap of his hips hitting against yours, your body was just a toy for Ace to breed and use at this point, but he was anything but a selfish lover, gently rubbing at your swollen clit with the pad of his thumb, being extra careful not to use his claw. Giving you heated kisses on the side of your neck and praising you with every breath you take. You quickly came again, the sheer feeling of being overpowered like this, you were his now. No question about it, that what your mind told you at least, giving up and letting Ace do what he wants with your body. 

“Hahhh-Fuck-Take it, take it all, Little Red.” 

“I’ll take good care of you, you’ll be the perfect mate for me, our puppies-nghhh-are going to look so fu-fuckin cute, I swear.” 

“Mine…mine….Mine…!”

Letting the pleasure overtake you, as he cream inside your pussy once more, this time he didn’t stop fucking you, the spillage of your own arosual and his cum made the squelching noise all the much louder. His cum overflowed onto your thighs, you were sure at this point that your pussy couldn’t hold that much anymore but Ace was determined to change that fact. Fucking into you deeper and deeper with every orgasm, you were stuck in this position… and did I forget to mention, that a fullmoon was happening tonight as well? Looks like you’re in for a long night.

[theworldofotps]

Lost Bets

Pairing: Hook x Reader Word Count: 2,017 Description: Listening to a few voice notes crushes your world.

Part Two

Listening to divorce dad playlists and that song Hate Me by Ellie Goulding and Juice WRLD created this. I got a majority of the idea from Juice's verse so I hope you all like it! Some angst, @madhatterbri I hope this wrecked you enough (If you've asked to be added to the list and you don't see your name, please let me know because I forget to write them down sometimes.) ________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen​ @new-zealand-chic​ @writtingrose​ @99hook @sjwrites22​ @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk​ @xladyxfatex​ @biforrollynch​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​ @demonqueen29​ @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91​ @rebellious-desires​ @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497​ @thatpanpal​ @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37​ @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars​ @seeingstarks​ @whenimakeitshine1234​ @legit9thlunaticwarrior​ @blaquekitty​ @ironshamelessyouth​ @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin​ @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @xbreezymeadowsx @mcreignsera

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _______ When did it start? You didn’t know.

How long had it been going on?

Not a clue in your mind. But when you finally noticed that things between the two of you were rocky, suddenly you were scared and overthinking everything. What if he decided that he was tired of fighting and asked for a break? After all, it seemed like that was all you two did anymore. Arguing over stupid stuff, big or little, it was nearly every day that one of you were pissed about something. It hadn’t been like this in the beginning of your relationship, or for a while after. There was a love and connection that you’d never experienced with anyone before. Tyler coming home from traveling and shows to spend as much free time with you as humanly possible. All the backstage shenanigans, the late nights sat on the hood of his car snacking and chatting about any and everything you two could think of. You weren’t sure when things took a turn, but you wanted to offer an olive branch and try to fix things.

That’s why you were currently looking around backstage trying to find Tyler, two tickets to a movie he’d been wanting so badly to see for months in hand.

“Y/n what are you doing here?”

Turning at the familiar voice you give a slight wave to Maxwell and clear your throat holding the tickets up.

“I’m looking for Tyler I wanted to take him to a movie and dinner afterwards, have you seen him?”

“He left with Ethan and some of the guys a little while ago I think they were doing another of those vlog hunt things. I’m actually glad that you’re here I’ve been wanting to talk with you about something important but with Tyler around I haven’t had the opportunity.”

You did not like the sound of where this conversation was going but your curiosity got the better of you and you gave a nod of your head. Max motioned with his head for you to follow him, so you silently did fiddling with your fingers as you walked. You were a little confused on what he could want since you got with Tyler you could only recall two or three times you had spoken to the man considering you weren’t a big fan of his character, and he didn’t really care speaking to you anyway. When the two of you finally reached an empty corridor Max turned to you and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.

“Look I don’t really know how to say this and I’m not looking to start trouble, but I just figured it was best to tell you anyway. Tyler’s been playing you for a fool.”

“Excuse me?”

“Remember how you two go together?”

“Of course, I do, he came up after I got injured by Ruby and helped me to medical than we just started talking often. Then well the rest is self-explanatory.” “It may seem like that to you, but Tyler only came up to you because of a bet with Ethan Page. The wager basically was if Tyler could talk to one of the female wrestlers that normally they wouldn’t and could get her to fall for him than Ethan and the guys would pay for a couple of pricy items he’s had his eye on for a while.”

You couldn’t breathe, felt like the walls were closing in on you as your ears started ringing. Blinking you open your mouth to speak but stopped.

“I know this is sudden to you, but I figured it was time that you knew about all of this.”

“Why should I believe anything you say? You realize that what you’re saying is the only reason my boyfriend got with me was because of a bet.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying look I’ve recorded a few conversations between him and the guys here is an important clip you need to listen to. I didn’t manage to get him calling you trash recorded but I go enough.”

Max pressed play on a voice note holding his phone out for you to listen, Tyler’s voice filled your ears as your eyes welled up with tears.

“So how’s everything going since we started this?”

“It’s going fine it’s a piece of cake man I’m telling you this is one of the easiest things I’ve ever done.”

“Are you sure you’re going to be able to keep it up much longer?”

“Of course, I can it’s no worries she’s completely clueless of everything. She trusts me more than anyone she’s even told me herself.”

“Here’s another one.” Max said as he pressed play on another note.

“It’s simple man you get, break and replace that’s exactly what’s been happening for years now, I don’t know how you’re able to do it.”

“Honestly Ethan it’s not that hard I mean come on it’s me we’re talking about ya know? I don’t even really have to try at this point, it just falls right into place. But I’m ready for this to be over already, I hate this.”

“You really are a coldhearted devil.”

When they started laughing you pushed his phone away from you and turned to look at the floor trying to collect yourself. Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest as you pushed a shaky hand to wipe the sudden sweat from your forehead.

“Thank you, Maxwell, lets not tell anyone else about this please.”

“If that’s what you want.”

Giving a nod you cleared your throat and turned silently walking away from him you just needed to make it back to your car without breaking down. You couldn’t handle this, couldn’t believe this was happening. After everything you thought you meant to him but that was obviously a mistake on your part. Stumbling out of the building you got in your car and started it, peeling out of the lot. A lump had grown in your throat and no matter how many times you tried to clear it you couldn’t. Thankfully the company was going to be leaving New York tomorrow, so they could get on the road for their next stop. You needed to start looking for a new place to live, needed to gather all of your stuff before Tyler kicked you out.

Parking your car in your parking spot at his apartment complex you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes but managed to get out of the car and hurry inside. Once up in the apartment you just fell apart, sobbing into a couch pillow as you sat down. Part of you was hoping that you’d wake up from this nightmare with Tyler’s arm wrapped around your waist and your head on his chest. But that was quickly being chased away by the weight of reality.

Crying for a while longer you finally managed to get yourself together enough to start packing a suitcase. You wanted to be out of here before it got dark thankfully you had some money in the bank to get you a hotel room for a couple days. As you were pulling shirts off the hanger and shoving them in the suitcase you hear the front door close.

“No no please.”

You weren’t ready to face him, you couldn’t handle seeing his face yet you needed time you were just going to leave a note for him to find.

“Baby you in here?”

His voice called out from what you assumed was the lounge, staying silent you continued packing your suitcase. When he suddenly came into the room you kept your eyes down as he looked at you confused.

“Where are you headed too?”

Finding it difficult to speak, you stuffed some jeans and your laptop into the suitcase, grabbing your hairbrush and deodorant.

“What did I do now that has you pissed off?”

Stopping you stared at him, Tyler was startled to see your glassy red eyes and the tears falling down your cheeks.

“Baby what happened are you-.”

“Don’t come near me.”

You were trying to be strong but the crack in your voice betrayed the pain you were feeling as his eyes widened.

“What?”

“I know everything so I’m leaving.”

“Leaving? What the hell are you talking about?” “You know damn well what I’m talking about, the fact that you’re only dating me for a bet you made with fucking Ethan. I want to hear it from your own mouth, tell me you hate me. Tell me you think I’m trash and how replaceable I am.”

Tyler froze staring at you, with a shake of your head and giving a humorless laugh you shove more stuff in your suitcase.

“So, you don’t deny it, I can’t believe you Tyler what the fuck?! You played me like a toy, used me to get something that you could have saved up for. After everything I thought I actually meant something to you, I thought you loved me but this was just a game.”

“Who told you?”

“It’s not important who told me, it’s just important that I know and that you understand it’s not going to continue. I’m done, I want you to lose my number, don’t try and contact me. I don’t know why I’m even saying this it’s not like you care.”

Zipping the case shut you pick it up and shove your way past him setting your case on the floor and grabbing a few of the important things you had brought over.

“Y/n please lets talk about this.”

“Why so you can go into detail about how you were fucking with me, I gave you everything I had in this relationship. I love you and you were just toying with my heart I can’t believe you’d do this.”

“Wait please y/n.”

Grabbing your arm Tyler kept you from pulling away, it hurt your heart being so close to him when all you wanted was him to wrap his arms around you in a hug.

“Okay it’s true that I started talking to you as a bet, but I never intend for our relationship to go past being friends. And when it did, I wasn’t sure how to go about telling you, honestly, I didn’t think you’d ever find out about it so after a while I just stopped worrying. But I don’t think you’re trash, and I do have feelings for you.”

“You’re unbelievable. Don’t lie to me, I heard conversations between you and Ethan about how you weren’t sure how much longer you wanted to do this. And Ethan saying how you get, break and easily replace. I’m a human with emotions and feelings, not some little plaything that you can use until you’re bored. I don’t want to continue this conversation.”

“But y/n you need to listen to me about this please.”

Tyler wasn’t one to beg but at this point he’d beg for as long as he needed to, he wasn’t expecting this to be what he walked in on. And the fact you were packing a suitcase was making his chest hurt, he didn’t want you to leave. He needed to find out who told you this shit so he could kill them.

“Baby please reconsider I want to talk about all of this, I know I should have before but I’m sorry for not doing so.”

It broke his heart watching your eyes fill with tears as your bottom lip wobbled slightly you searched his face for a moment seemingly losing the fight in you.

“I can’t not right now, maybe not ever. Goodbye Tyler.”

Pulling your arm away from him you left the apartment, closing the door behind you and going down to your car. Tyler felt numb as he stood there staring at the door willing, hoping you’d change your mind and come back up. When he felt his phone buzz, he grabbed it quickly thinking maybe you had decided to text him. What he saw made him want to throw up all over the floor.

MJF: Checkmate asshole enjoy being single

[irena-dubrovnaa]

damian and mara/teen titans/demon's fist headcanons because i saw this post and im thinking about them again

this isn't a headcanon this is very canon, they look damn near exactly the same. like could pass for one another with little to no effort

just look at them

they argue literally constantly. it can be THE most benign thing like the exact shade of blue something might be, but it has to be turned into an argument

talia acts like a second parent to mara since it appears her mother isn't in the picture, they were raised like brother and sister

they don't correct people when they're mistaken for twins/siblings

mara's actually pretty fond of damian's friends

damian is still on a first name basis with the demon's fist members and damian and mara make training regimens for both their teams sometimes

the teen titans and demon's fist still can't stand each other but they acknowledge it's good to have each other as occasional allies

nightstorm is the kid of one of the league's top assassins and was trained somewhat alongside damian and mara, the three of them know everything about each other and constantly threaten to expose the stupid ass things they did when they were little

damian and ace do one on one hand-to-hand combat training frequently and one time mara helped damian demonstrate a takedown, that was the first time he realized just how similar they looked and he didn't retain any of the information. he was too busy trying to figure out how their genes were so strong

emiko and mara get along extremely well, she wasn't on the team when the demon's fist was after them but of course being related to damian she knew who she was and decided she was gonna give her a shot at friendship

they're both the queer cousin, damian's bi and mara's a lesbian in my head

mara loves her uncle bruce, she thinks he's ridiculous and kinda stupid but she also thinks he's cool and respects his abilities, as well as how happy he makes her mother figure

mara and emiko "secretly" watch keeping up with the kardashians together. that's already canon on emiko's part

xiomara and mara have some weird gay rivalry going on

[ur-fav-is-aspec]

I’ve decided to make this blog for two reasons:

- a) I love submission blogs and I have a lot of character headcannons

- b) most the aspec submission blogs are inactive, and I can’t even find one that’s for the whole aspec community

- c) (ok so three reasons) I’m a part of the aspec community and I’d like us to share our aspec headcannons and ideas to make the aphobes angry!!

Hey hey hey, my name is Icarus, or Leonardo, though I go by many other names too, and I use he/she/they and it/fae/mer pronouns (shown in two separate lists for readability). I am a member of the aspec community and I run @ace-disgrace-withamace and the Instagram account @the.world.is.ace.here (along with my friend Rain)

I feel like i should include my whole label thingie here also because like. I’m running an aspec blog. So uh yeah

Im genderfluid, and sometimes agender

I am asexual

Now uh as for romantic orientation I am (checks notes)….

Demiromantic and aroflux as well as abroromantic and probably a ton of micro labels but I can’t remember them hooray

Ok so rules:

First of all, any hate speech of any kind will be deleted. I will not argue with bigots.

Aphobes of any kind are not allowed. Why would you be here anyways, it’s an aspec blog for stars sake

Characters are allowed to be submitted by different people multiple times, either with different headcannons or the same. This is because A) one character could be many different kinds of aspec B) I will not remember

Submit in the ask box please

All kinds of aspec headcannons are allowed, including aplatonic and afamilial (yall are just as valid, no matter what other people say)

Please do not submit any characters from Harry Potter or associated works by or involving J K Rowling.

Cannon submissions are allowed too!

Oh, also- please specify what media they’re from because I don’t want to accidentally do the wrong character

This may be updated at any time

[shylittlefr0g]

Hello friends.

I have an idea. (From an AU)

I been playing Ace Attorney from a while (I complete the first game and my friend gift me the trilogy, so im playing the other two games) and I still having a hyperfijation with SxF (atleast from now). So, lets combine them.

If you don't play Phoenix Wright, Ace Attorney, you should play it, I recomend it. (and watch out, because i gonna give a few spoilers about the games and they history).

Let's begin.

Let's explain the characters and WHY I choose them.

Anya Forger (as Phoenix Wright):

- Ex-art student on collage, with a terrible ex-boyfriend.

- She became a lawyer after being saved by Sylvia (the Mia Fey of this universe) and having a crush on the-one-shouldn't-be-mentioned (Damian)

- Terrible lawyer, with a horrible luck, and mostly being save because of someone else or when her two neurons make contact the evidence.

- George (Larry) is her best friend, and in her first trial, she must save his ass.

- She actually doesn't look like a lawyer, because she is poor (?), so she has to use an old suit from his father (the green one) with some arrangement to be from her size made them by her mom (disastrous, but it works)

Damian Desmond (as Miles Edgeworth):

- Traumatized.

- He still having a crush on Anya, but he prefer be punched on the ribs that say "I love you" to her.

- After they first real encounter (the second case) Damian send his butler (Ewen) and his personal tailor to make her a good suit (because he wants that his rival to look presentable on court... Because he hates her!)

- Emile (Gumshoe) is his right-hand man, he trust blindly on him (and that's why when Emile misses something, he cuts his salary)

- Wanted to be a lawyer like his mother, but now he only has traumas.

Becky Blackbell (as Franziska Von Karma)

- SHE HAS A WHIP.

- SHE IS A GIRLBOSS.

- She isn't part of the family Desmond (she conserves her lastname) because she is Damian's cousin who wants to revenge the figure of Donovan Desmond.

- The option B is that Franziska is Demetrius, but i like Becky more because she has a whip and can whip Anya on the middle of the court. Pretty fun character.

- She isn't the bestie of Anya on this universe, but they got respect for eachother (Becky considers that she is a very capable woman and fights to achieve her goals, just like her.)

George Glooman (as Larry Butz)

- Idiot.

- He only could be a cheated, accused of murder, and get away with it, all in at least 24 hours.

- He isn't a big friend with Damian since they were kids and they argued about who is gonna takes Anya's hand to marriage. (spoiler: nobody remembers it clearly, they just hate each other because they are idiots.)

- Like Larry, he ended up being an artist.

Sylvia Sherwood:

- Mia Fey for this universe.

- really intelegent.

- Helped Anya on the past and became her tutor/friend when she decided be a lawyer.

- Still watching Anya since Ken (The Maya of this universe) and her became partners.

- She and Ken are family (aunt/nephew), when she has to keep info, she invites him to eat something. After the first trial, Anya and they were going out to eat, but something happen.

Ken Sherwood (as Maya Fey)

- Took Sylvia lastname.

- symptom of "being at the wrong time and place"

- He was arrested more times that you could imagined.

- Esper still on training. (Always in his hippie-clothes so gets bullied by that)

- Only can use his powers when the situation is crítical. (Only in contact with Mia because she is from his bloodline)

Melinda and Donovan Desmond:

- Melinda (32) was a really good defense lawyer who makes everything to get a Not Guilty sentence. Loved by everyone.

- Her husband, by the other hand, wasn't loved by everyone, mostly because of his tactics has a prosecutor where... Well, you know, cuestionables.

- They had two sons. Demetrius and Damian.

- Melinda was killed by someone non-identified on a elevator. Right infront Damian.

- Since then, Donovan raised his youngest son to be a bastard at court (just like him).

...Play Ace Attorney, pirated Nintendo is morally correct.

[kmcosplays]

lupin headcannons before the adhd forgets about them:

sexuality hc:

pan and polyamorous lupin (he is already poly in cannon soo)

gay jigen (he gives me the vibe of a guy who finds out later in life)

aro/ace goemon

fujiko is an ally (to me I feel like she likes women aestheticly but not romantically. like she knows being gay isn't a choice because she would have chosen it if she could)

gay pops but he has a hard time expressing it (bc he's from an older generation you know the rest)

Zenigata mainly gives me gay vibes because he so seems like the kind of guy to say he's married to his job when he's really just afraid of the truth (think of that older gay dude from tlou he gives me pops vibes. im not a huge fan of thosegames don't come for me)

lupin knows about pops but keeps it to himself out of respect (don't out people y'all)

jigen learns he's gay by drunk kissing guys ( I mean lupin) and being like "oh shit I liked that. but why..." the having this long crisis moment of "have I actually liked those women back or was I trying to fit in"

the lupin gang will gender you correctly as they steal all your stuff

"no we're stealing HER treasure" type shit okay

just regular hc:

fujiko has all those fun hairstyles because of either wigs or extention

lupin was clueless to this tell he saw her take either a wig off or extensions out

it was an entire "they were fake"... "of course they were fake" moment when he saw her regular hair underneath

goemon was shown overwatch and is a huge hanzo fanboy (not so much genji because he relates more to hanzo but he does respect the use of his sword )

jigen tried to get into video games but he doesn’t like that fps aren't "realistic enough" aka he's an old man who's bad at games

lupin however will sit and game for hours

fujiko can and will kick his ass at any game. she's way better than him at most games.

they saw lupin owns a dating sim and were all like 🤨 *vine boom sound effect*

lupin Googles himself on a weekly basis

jigen argues with people on Twitter

lupin watches edits/thirst traps ect. of himself DAILY

goemon learned what shipping is and saw he's involved in some ships and decided the internet isn't for him

fujiko has "70 alternative accounts" and will cyberbully you from all of them if you leave hate on one of the 80 times a day she posts

[starstruckodysseys]

hello it is time for me to bother you with my paranormal/ghost hunting/detective kids!!

incorrect quotes edition

bianca: in scooby doo, secret tunnels are always behind shelves and shit

taylor: could we not base our decisions around what does and doesn’t happen in episodes of scooby doo?

-

bianca: *beatboxing*

lillian: uh- my name’s lillian and im here to say, we’re the best ghost hunters in the usa-

*ghost makes a spooky noise*

lillian: wh-

bianca: *still beatboxing*

lillian: hang on, we have to get a response! uh- stop beatboxing!

-

taylor: wait a minute! we don’t go toward the weird, scary sound!

lillian: yeah, we do. we always do

taylor: *sighs* i really hate that about us

-

elijah: date a boy who forgives you for your past

sam: date a boy who disregards your cracker barrel arson charge

bianca: date a boy who was your accomplice in the cracker barrel arson

-

dani: i’m leaving for a few days, taylor’s in charge. i’ve left notes for each of you with instructions

lillian: mine just says “lillian, don’t”

dani: and i want you to apply that to every possible situation

-

sam: every conversation i have with you guys gets more and more absurd

elijah: you say “you guys” like you aren’t part of the group. well i’ve got news for you, pal. you’re already on the christmas card

- character descriptions under the cut this is a long ass post

anyway they were not initially for my murder mystery/etc thing i have going on in my google docs lmao

bianca’s the main character. she thinks ghosts and supernatural stuff are all complete bullshit, but she is a bored teenager with enough determination and spite that when kids start going missing, she decides she has to be the one to get to the bottom of it. also she’s bi + ace :)

lillian’s her best friend slash partner in crime slash platonic soulmate. she’s the believer to bianca’s skeptic, but she would actually kill a man to see a ghost. uh, no pun intended. she’s witty and sarcastic, but really does love her friends, even if she doesn’t show it. on top of being the number one ghost stan, she’s also the head of the newspaper club, and she’s always on the lookout for a scoop, so this is the perfect opportunity for her. she’s trans and a lesbian!!

taylor’s the other part of this detective trio but not the third friend of one thank you very much. he’s a believer, too, but more in the way that he thinks a ghost could kill him, so he’s terrified of them. he has issues with emotion, and he argues with lillian a lot, but he really is a sweetheart. when his crush makes a dare to go down to the supposedly-haunted boiler room and never returns, he pushes aside his paranormal fears and cracks down on the case. he’s trans + bi!

elijah’s a soccer star and one of the only decent popular kids… and also taylor’s crush. he’s a closet theatre nerd, too, but despite the rumors the theatre is haunted he’s a skeptic. not that that stops him from pretending to be a believer - which ends up being the thing that throws the entire school into chaos, anyway, since he’s impulsive and bold enough to risk a bet to go into the haunted boiler room, but never ends up returning. fucking loser (i love him). he’s gay!

dani’s the president of the environmental club and dear god just needs a break. she’s caring, the single braincell of the group, and nearly always tired from the ongoing shenanigans, but also always ready to lend a hand. she’s not exactly a believer, though not exactly a skeptic, either, believing that there’s no real proof either way, and she doesn’t exactly have time to think about ghosts, anyway. she’s an aroace icon!!

sam’s the school’s resident cryptid. it’s not that he isn’t there, he just lurks in the back, showing up places he probably shouldn’t be, and somehow always seems to know things. things he… shouldn’t know, really. no one knows how he does. he has a dry sense of humor - and speaking in general, really - that scares people off until you get to know him better. he’s bi!

hailey’s… not in any of these quotes and honestly not overall super important to the story (as of now), but she’s the girl’s swim team captain and student council vice president and definitely has her apples in way too many baskets. she’s a literal ray of sunshine, the absolute sweetest person you’ll ever meet, and the holder of the biggest case of comphet this world has ever seen. she’s a lesbian, if that isn’t clear enough.

[calistayed]

          Hello  and  welcome  to  my independent, selective,  private  roleplay  account  for  an original character, Mason  Mayfield. This  blog  is  rather  low  active  and  will  contain  major  dark  themes.  Please  approach  with  caution.  I  also  ask  that  you  read  my  rules  and small about under the cut  before  following.

          Exclusive: zoomingupthathill ,           Affiliated: zoomingupthathill ,

                            Rules to follow! I'll keep it simple: Mun: My name's AJ! I love characters, love talking about them all the time. I love to read and write. I mostly read horror, and recently found it's actually a favorite genre of mine. I'm a nerd, a dork, hella shy, and would love to be your friend!

Please be kind and respectful! If there are any issues with me, please come to me in an appropriate manner. I don't bite, I promise. We all know we can't read each other's minds!

NS.FW. It might be present. He is of age in his main verse, but I'm deciding if even if I want to just make a sideblog for more of that stuff. Either way, I will only write it with those I feel comfortable with for it isn't something I write normally.

Shipping. I love to ship. I'm opened to it as long as we both are good with it, and talk about our muses to see if they click.

Controversial characters. Totally down to write with any type of character. I won't limit myself. If this bothers you, please do not follow.

Triggers. I'll tag what I can/remember. I will NOT write with drunk muses. This doesn't need to be tagged for your threads, I just don't want to deal with it one-on-one.

OCs/Fandoms. Totally chill with OCs, just have some type of an about page. I can try and fit my muses into anything, and will follow blogs I can see working (even if I don't know the fandom).

Be patient! I have a full time job and a few other blogs I hop on. I usually go with the flow, see what muse I have. Plus please be aware that I struggle with depression. Some Days are good and others not so much.

OOC. I love to chat ooc. Through IMs or discord. Whatever works for you. Although, discord is only open to mutuals.

Icons. As of right now I don't have any icons. Even when I do make some I'm totally fine if we don't even use them at all. It's not a make or break thing for me.

Exclusive. I have one exclusive Max which me and the mun talked here and there about these two. I may add more to exclusive depending on plotting and such other things.

MUTUALS ONLY!!!!

                              Small about (cuz I am hella lazy):         any questions about anything please feel free to message.

Name: Mason Mayfield Nicknames: Masey, Mase, Ace Age: 19-20 (s4), 17-18 (s3) Gender: Male Traits: Kind, responsible, loyal, impatient, stubborn.

Mason is the older sibling to Max, and can be argued as the younger or older brother to Billy. Before Billy, Mason and Max were a fair close bonded siblings with the perfect amount of annoyance to each other. However, he grew up fast. Still rather young, he became the man of the house once their father was out of the picture.

Then, as their mother got involved with Neil, things started to shift between the family dynamic. Mason noticed the change the older man brought into the home, and noticed the way he was around Billy as he grew older. Mason spoke with their mother several times, saying how he felt uncomfortable, saying how it wasn't good for any of them to be around Neil.

Once the Fall of 1984 came around, Mason decided he wasn't going to move with his family. He opted to stay with a relative, making up as many excuses as he could for he didn't want to be in the same house as Neil. Mason knew the news didn't sit well with Max, but he made a silent promise he would make enough money to take Max, and maybe even talk to Billy, and get away.

Summer of 1985 came and Mason decided to move to Hawkins with a good amount of money to his name. Happy to see his family again, he only got the cold shoulder from Max. Mason let her be angry, and decided to get a job at the mall to earn even more money. Mason hoped he could talk to Billy at least, but he was also rather distant.

Spring of 1986 came far too quickly. The death of Billy and abandonment of Neil made Mason work long shifts to help support them. Still, it was hard to focus with the strangeness of the town finally hitting him, and the fact of high schoolers getting murdered didn't help.

[xamaxenta]

And one moonless night Sabo looms over Ace’s sleeping form intent on finally enacting to his plan, because he woefully mistakes Ace laying down as him being asleep and therefore letting his guard down

Freezes when he meets Ace’s piercing gaze, he’s laying on his side, shirtless, looking just as delicious as always and Sabo’s salivating, certain the ravenous look in his eyes can’t be hidden by the darkness

Ace scoffs under his breath, “the fuck you want princess?”

Sabo swallows on the saliva pooling beneath his tongue, this close hes this close, the dagger is within reach, for Ace but also himself, if he’s careful he could tilt this scenario in his favour

“Hey, you’re spacing on me again, whats up?”

Sabo blinks realising he had indeed been completely ensnared, deadlocked by the smell of him that Ace has sat up by now and ignited the small lamp on the bedside table, hes always looked better beneath the colours of firelight, in the same way Sabos certain he looks better under the moonlight

“Im hungry.” Sabo whispers, its been building, human food does absolutely nothing for him, the pit in his stomach yawns and aches and howls

As if to add insult to injury his stomach whines, punctuating his shame

Ace glances him over and sighs, “i thought you didnt like the stewed rabbit.”

Sabo hadnt disliked the rabbit perse, its just. Not. What. He ate usually

“I didnt.” Sabo inches closer, lured by his companion

“I know. S’why i ate your share in the end.” Ace retorts, clearly trying to figure out what else Sabo could eat

“You shouldve left some.” Sabo argues blithely, the tone falls flat though, because his stomach rumbles again, he shakily catches his weight on his palms, slinking over sheets towards Ace, the dagger, his pupils pinpricks in the dim lamp light

“And go through the performance of his highness sneering and gagging over it again?” Ace closes his eyes in exasperation, ignoring how close Sabo had gotten in the meantime, “no thanks.”

“I hate it when you call me things like that.” Sabo mumbles, spine ramrod straight, its within reach its so close he can taste the vitality pulsing within Ace’s veins—

“Yeah? Its not like youre doin much to help yourself—“

Sabo lunges, left hand slapping out over the hilt of the silver dagger, ripping it off the table frenzied over his long overdue victory fully intent on sinking the point deep into Ace’s heart he’s bodily stopped, in his brazen hunger he had overlooked one glaring problem

Where he was weakened and on the verge of starvation

Ace was well rested, well fed, in perfect form for a close range fight that Sabo realises with dread he had no chance of winning in his current state

Ace glowers at him from beneath the edge of the blade, where he captures his left wrist in his right, blood wells from the gash along his forearm and Sabo almost passes out from the smell of the open wound, relinquishes the blade, drops it where it clatters onto the floor

“Whats gotten into you?” Ace demands, brow furrowed because Sabos been an enigma since the day he found him in those forsaken woods that hes overturned in every possible direction, for a monster and found nothing but a pretty boy and no leads

“Im hungry,” Sabo repeats, voice wavering because theyre so, so close, watches with a kind of painful yearning at the way Ace’s wounded arm weeps

“Thats not my problem, what is my problem is the fact that youve decided to take yours out on me.” Ace growls and Sabo almost cries, for real this time he doesnt have time for this!

“Yes” Sabo says immediately because if he agrees maybe Ace will let him go and he can finally sink his teeth into his prey at last — “youre my fucking problem!”

He’s glad he doesnt have to elaborate because Ace scowls and yanks him in closer by the wrist, teeth bared gunning for a fight in earnest, Sabo would rather take the hit right now than blow his already gossamer thin cover

“You’re the one who took me away from there!” Sabo spits and Ace’s expression twists in confusion

“The woods? The fuck you were injured”

“And maybe i wouldve been found by my people if youd left me well alone!” Sabo seethes, playing into the make believe narrative Ace had helpfully made up for him, a lost noble waiting for his rescue in the deep dark woods

“Or you wouldve been found by the goddamn maneating monster instead! You should be grateful i even helped your sorry hide.” Ace snarls, theyre close to the point that if Sabo dipped his head he could sink his teeth into that incredibly tempting open wound— instead against his hunger and his instinct he fights some more

“Monster wouldve been better than being stuck in here with you,” Sabo declares for no particular reason except to rile Ace up more

“Youre insane. Youre such a stupid spoiled brat—“ Ace whispers, eyes narrowed, his grip tightens around Sabos wrist that it almost hurts

“And youre a stupid annoying—!” Sabo can barely get the words out of his mouth when Ace fists him in by the collar of the shirt, smothering his pathetic arguments with the hot rough press of his mouth

Stunned, Sabo ceases his struggles immediately, the taste of blood blooms between them and he cant help but chase it with a moan, hunger turning him greedy for even just a taste now that he forcibly licks into Ace’s mouth, desperately looking for more

a "pretty boy" has been found sniffling and whimpering in the wilderness.

It's Sabo, luring in his prey to kill and feed upon

!!!! Siren boy Sabo but he pretends to be in distress so he can eat people 🥺

Listen id totally fall for it

[cyber-celeste]

Twst Characters Reaction to a Cosplayer Reader

A/N: (they/them) This is fully my characterization of the characters so please correct me if i get something canonically wrong also this is just NRC students i will be doing staff and RSA. I also took out jack, lillia, ortho, rook, silver and sebek because i either dont know much about them or simply dont want to

Riddle Rosehearts

Doesn’t get why you’d dress up as someone else yet supports it fully

He’ll ask about the characters if they interest him in the design

Very confused, flustered and kinda scared if you show more skin and/or wear more extreme cosplays like Tomie’s true form from junjito or anything more graphic

“Y/N may I ask you more of the people you’re dressing as?” He questions as he walks with you, he had always loved seeing you excited so he makes sure to pay attention and ask questions with a bright smile on his face.

Trey Clover

Doesn’t really care (in the sweetest way) though he may get a little jealous if people stare at you

Enjoys baking with you while you’re in cosplay and/or you just talking about the characters as he does most the work

Likes to observe but I can’t really see him trying it out himself

You sit on the the counter talking about why you cosplayed them today while trey makes the tarts for the unbirthdays only occasionally speaking for questions on the character and asking you to hand something to him “uh could you repeat that? Sorry I was too caught up in fillings” he says now moving on to the next step in the recipe.

Cater Diamond

Really likes to hold photoshoots with you all the time

Supports and loves all your cosplays

Loves posting you on his magicam

“Hold still for five more seconds please!” Cater rushingly shout at you, you were probably in the most uncomfortable position ever but well beauty is pain as you hear the final click of his phone you both let out a tired sigh moving from the positions.

Deuce Spade

Doesn’t care about what you wear and what you do he will always love and support you

Will totally go to cosplay/fabric/any store with you and try his best to help with anything from bags to picking out what makeup you should wear

Defiantly gets flustered when you wear something that shows more skin

“Which one… which one…” you mumble to yourself looking through wigs “I can’t decide between lace-front or regular wigs” you whine for no reason “… well for the character wouldn’t it be best for a lace front because it shows their hairline?” Deuce says holding bags of random items “ yes! You’re so right!” You almost yell gleefully grabbing the wig you finally chose.

Ace Trappola

Makes fun of you (or teases you whatever you wanna call it)

Doesn’t like when you go out in more revealing outfits

“How long is that gonna take” ace says impatiently walking around “sorry its gonna take a second to get on ace” you whisper-yell from the room you’re changing in “well we don’t have a second” he argues back as you finish up and walk out “do I look good?” You ask him while walking “I think you look great” he almost whispers looking away

Leona Kingscholar

Doesn’t care but thinks its a pain at the same time

Only likes the comfy cosplays so he can sleep with you

He despises pokey armor and/or bigger cosplays

“Oi herbivore c’mere” Leona says waving you to come closer “what is it?” You ask leaning down at his lazing form and before you know it he’s pulled you down causing you to yelp “calm down would ya? Im just tryna get some sleep” he says as he pulls you to his chest

Ruggie Bucchi

He thinks it’s adorable!

Might try to talk about who you’re dressing up as

I don’t know much about ruggie sorry

“Hi, who are you today?” Ruggie asks jokingly with a big teasing smile plastered on his face “Oh hi ruggie! Im in *insert character* today.” You say smiling back waving your hand “you look cute” he says rubbing your head “thank you!” You said smiling.

Azul Ashengrotto

He may be a little confused at first but he catches on quick and tries to think of how he can incorporate it into the monstro lounge

If you deny it he doesn’t mind and if you guys are good friends and/or his S/O he will buy you expensive and high quality cosplay items

If you accept he will make it the most comfortable experience he can making your safety and comfort his number one priority

“Hello…” you say as you open the door to azul’s office “oh Y/N just the person I wanted to see, please take a seat.” he says grabbing something from a cabinet “do you know why you’re here?” He questions as he walks to sit on the couch in front of you “am I in trouble or something?” You question fidgeting with your hands “oh heavens no maybe even the opposite.” He says overly exaggeratedly while crossing his legs “I’m here to offer a job to you Y/N.” He pushes the paper towards you patiently awaiting your response, its a job offer for you to work as a waiter/waitress in cosplay, as soon as he sees you put down the paper he asks “so Y/N is it a deal?”

Jade Leech

Finds the hobby very interesting

Likes to sew you little accessories and even full cosplays

Enjoys helping you with makeup

“Hold still dear I just need to do one more thing” he says sewing on the buttons on the back of your costume “all done… how does it feel?” He says after he buttons up the back of the costume “ It feels perfect jade thank you so much!” You say as you get up to leave “bye-bye!” You say as you soon after exit “goodbye.” He says as he puts his sewing supplies away.

Floyd Leech

The worst tease ever

Sometime accidentally rips cosplays because of how tight he squeezes you

“Ahhh~ koebi~chan! You look so cuteeee!” He says squeezing you in a tight hug “Floyd you might rip something!” You manage to squeak out “awww no more squeezing?” Floyd pouts as he crosses his arms “not for a while floyd sorry” you say apologetically

Kalim Al-Aslim

Funds everything you do. You need wigs? He has the most high quality custom made wig for you. You need a new costume? He has every costume of the character ever just for you <33

Loves and supports everything you do financially, verbally and physically

“Aww you look amazing Y/N!!” Kalim shouts, he bought a whole load of cosplays for you to try on its been hours of trying to figure out where random attachable pieces go, seeing if they actually fit and showing off to kalim throughout the whole process he had the same smile plastered on his face the only way you could stop trying these on is if jamil intervened or you finished with all the costumes.

Jamil Viper

He’s like trey almost exactly doesn’t care that much yet again in the sweetest way possible

Only really cares if you dress up showing a little more skin

You try your best to help jamil with cooking in your favorite cosplay nonstop talking about the character “pass me the flour please” he says as he multitasks as usual he does enjoy silence but prefers much more if you have a smile on your face.

Vil Schoenheit

Finds cosplay interesting not in a bad way nor in a great way

He helps with outfits and makeup but he does get a little upset if the characters not fashionable

Overall great help and not good help at the same time

“But with that shade of pink there should be something else to draw more attention to you.” Vil says annoyed with the outfit you were wearing “well sorry but I didn’t make the character so theres not a lot I can do.” You responded sort of upset with him, you get what he’s trying to do to help but its not working “well whatever if you wish to go out like that do it.” Vil says walking away he’s only trying to help but he doesn’t get it.

Epel Felmier

He either doesn’t mind it or thinks its the coolest thing ever

He may or may not ask if you can use your cosplay skills to make him more manly looking

If you cosplay men/more masc characters he definitely watches you and takes notes on your apperence

(I have no idea what to write for epel sorry.)

Idia Shroud

Funds everything you do pt2 + couples cosplays????

So incredibly embarrassed if you do couple cosplays

Enjoys dressing you up himself

“P-please hold still Y/N…” Idia asks as he drags the brush across your face “almost done?” You ask he stops to grab something else “almost please sit still a while longer.” Idia replies focusing on your face, you loved when he offered to do your makeup just sitting still for him while he skillfully applies it though when you look in his eyes he gets flustered and messes up a little.

Malleus Diasomnia

Doesn’t understand it what so ever supports it though

Another one that likes to watch you get ready

“Child of man are you dressing up again?” Malleus asks as he enters your room only for you to hum as answer “may I watch?” He questions as he starts to walk over to you “of course malleus.” You reply as you apply your makeup skillfully, he loves watching you whether its to see whats normal or just to watch, seeing you content makes his day.

[strawberry-milkshake-cow]

Yuu and friends go to disney world!

Yuu and their twisted friends get a week off school so you decide to take them to disney world for the first time what will happen? Lets find out.

Warnings- none just fluff, may have some typos.

Nonbinary reader

Charecters- all charecters plus staff :)

This will be multiple parts- part 1: before the trip

Whats happening before the trip? How do you get evreyone on board? Where are they sitting on the bus? Find out below

~~~

You get off school for a week but the students dont get to go home yet since the mirrors are being repaired so you decide to take them to disney world after seeing an ad for it it looks just like the one in your world but more tailored to the villans it looked like so much fun! Now to get evreyone on board you set a plan in motion.

Grim

Your feline companion was resting in a patch of sunlight on the ramshackle floors you gently shook him awake "hey grim~ i have an idea" you said happily grim looked at you confused and slightly annoyed that he was woken from his nap. "What do you want henchman?" He yawns as you explain your plan "why should i go" he crossed his arms you smiled you only had one awnser for that "theres lots of yummy food there." With that grim was in and ready to go.

First years-

Ace

You knew ace wouldnt be so easily swayed as grim with a simple mention of food. No instead you would have to work his ego in your favor. And duece was easy enough. You quickly found him and duece arguing as usual "oh boys!" You called out with a grin. They turned to look at you "hey prefect." "Hello!" They said happily greeting you. You sat down and explained your plan. "I dont feel like going all the way over there." Said ace being stubborn as always. you sighed "well i guess it makes sense. You would be to scared for the roller coasters anyways." That got him. He quickly agreeed and challened duece im the provess causeing a two for one combo.

Jack-

Jack was another tough one. You can barely read him at all. So you would need to think very carefully about how to approach this. You found him working out and walked over "hey jack!" All he did was nod in greeting you quickly explained your little trip. He thought for a moment "im not sure im pretty busy i dont have time for a childish thing like that" you thought for a moment "well... what if some creep tries to bother me and grim? I dont have any magic and grim can only use fire i could use a big strong bodygaurd for the day or i may not make it back." You said with a dramatic sigh jack grumbled about it but agreed

Epel

Epel was easy if he put up a fight the same routine with jack would work just as well on him, Even better. He completly agrees with the idea because its away to get vil off his back and it would be his first time there

Sebek

Lets face it hes not going until malleus agrees.

When maus does agree wether you ask him or not hes coming along.

Other nrc students-

Cater

Cater is going the second you tell him. Do you realize how many magicam worthy things he will gain out of this? You fin him taking selfies and walk over and start your routine just as you predicted hes head over heels in love with this idea.

Ruggie

Ruggie doesnt see a problem with this idea so he dosnt mind tagging alog after all like grim just mention all the yummy food and you will be good

Floyd

Another one who is happy with this idea it sounds like so much fun to him and hes in the right mood so i wont take much convincing but he will want to go the moment you mention it so i would save him for last

Ortho

Also apart of the happy gang! He will definitely help you convince ida as well this sounds like a perfect opportunity for idia to make new friends!

Silver

As long as he can sleep he dosnt care where he is his father will definelty drag him along anyways when he hears about this so he agrees

Vice dorm leaders-

Trey

He definetly wants to try out the sweets this place has to offer and learn from them so he will be tagging along happily

Jade

Once he hears it from his brother its all over for any chance of argument floyd is dragging him alog wether he likes it of not besides it will certainly be interesting.

Jamil

Once you tell kalim like jade its all over for argument he has no choice but to tag along.

Rook

He is so excited for this its kinda creepy. He will gush about how amazing this will be that whole time until you get there.

Lilia

He is definetly going now that you told nothing will stop him from coming and bringing the whole disamnoa family hes in summer father mode and ready to go

Housewardens-

Riddle

It will take some convinceing after all his mother would never let him go to a normal park much less and amusement park but you explain all the yummy strawberry sweets and that you need someone to keep evreyone in line then hes in

Leona

Probably really lazy about it so it will be hard to convince him to come you will need to threaten his peace saying you will wake him up from evrey nap he ever takes if he doant agree. Trust me then he will.

Azul

This man will somehow tirn this in to a buissness opportunity i have no clue how but he will. So hes in and will make profit off of this trip.

Kalim

Oh hes so ready this sounds like the best thing in the world to him he eill be dragging jamil around aswell

Vil

Probably the hardest to convince after all he is so busy but he realuzed he had a role in a dusney productions movie coming up maybe he could learn some things about his charecter while he is there plus epel and rook are so excited he will make sure everyone looks their best

Idia

Very hard to convince him to go but ortho is definetly a big help so with enough peer pressure he finnally agrees so you leave him alone.

Mallus

Litterlly on cloud nine to be invited anywhere. Hes coming no taking it back now.

Staff-

Crowley

Once he overheards the idea from someone he comes up and graciously offers to chaporone this even in one of the schools old busses they rarely use anymore he also tells the other staff ti come

Crewl

Told by crowly he has to make sure his pups stay in line after all.

Trein + lucius

Hes bringing the cat. He will turn yhis into a history lesson aswell.

Vargas

Hes making sure you all exercise while your there

Sam

Hes more than happy to go he may even find new products for the store

Rsa students :) -

(You decide to call a few of your rsa friends and see if they want to come with!)

Neige

Hes very happy to join plus he gets to keep an eye on you hes a protective friend especially when your in a school full of villans you need someone to watch out for you!

Chenya

He heard riddle and trey were going so hes sure to follow! Besides it it sounds like a purr fect way to spent the after mew n

Najma viper

(Does she go to rsa i cant remember... oh well) shes happy to go shes your only female friend after all! Besides her brother will be there to for some sibling bonding

Cheka

Leona was forced on babysitting duty again so hes coming along super excited

Bonus! their roles on the trip

Crewel- the driver no one else can be tristed driving or there will be a crash.

Riddle- is enforcing the rules. Making sure evreyone stays in line

Cater is taking a million photos of the trip

Trey is making sure evreyone is making logical desisions hes the smart ine and can fix most problems

Yuu- you are the you need to make sure evreyone is getting along and no overblots

Ace and duece and making sure evreything stays lively ace keeps trying to pull pranks but duece is keeping him in line

Lilias in dad node making sure everyone is happy and having fun or else

Trein is trying to lecture history of disney world

Crowly is reading a book being useless

Sam is talking with azul about buissness

Grim is taking a nap with treins cat

Najma is helping you keep things calm

Silver is sleeping

Jade and floyd are being scary

Kalim is bothering idia withe ortho and jamil watch

Sebek is being sebek hanging around malleus

Rook is helping with epel while neige chats with vil

Chenya is just being a menace

Cheka is being a little kid and chating with jack and ruggie while leona sleeps

Pt 2 will be about your living situation fir the week bye bye

[vquacki]

It's My Fatherly Duties!

It's My Fatherly Duties!

Short DAD Scenarios 

Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

~ Inui Seishu, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa, 

~ Souya Kawata (Angry), Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, MINORS DNI

Note : requested, I added some characters. Hope ya don’t mind! These are pretty short, just little things I put together. Word barf kinda..? Anyways- I hope you enjoy :))

R I N D O U 

His lashes fluttered open when he heard a loud crash coming from the hallway, along with a string of cuss words sounding like his daughter's voice. 

“What the hell was that?” You groaned, not a single word was uttered from your husband when he sprung out of bed, bolting to the bedroom down the corridor.

“Tohru?!” Rindou yelled, flinging open the door. Revealing your teenage daughter fully dressed, half way through her second story window. A facade of pillows under her blanket seeminging meant to be her ‘sleeping body’.

“Oh dad, I-”

“What the hell are you doing” The man was fuming by the ears, pajamas ruffled when he jolted out of his slumber. 

“Is Tohru okay?” You peeked from behind the broad shouldered man. 

“I was just going to get fresh air!” Your daughter lied, making up a somewhat excuse to appease her angered father. 

“Hey Tohru! Hurry up and get down here!” You heard a boy's voice call out, looking over at Rindou’s face to see the man's darkened expression.

“Who the fuck is down there? Is that a boy?!” He growled, stomping his feet over to the glass. Pushing past his daughter to take a look. 

“Oh shit- her dads here. Let’s book it!” The kids whispered, but loud enough for Rindou to make out, hastily running down the dark street. 

“You little shits! Don't you dare come back here!” Rindou growled, slamming the window shut in the process. 

“What! Dad!” Tohru whined, 

“You're so grounded young lady!” Rindou shouted, not caring for the sleeping neighbors beside his shared condo at three in the morning. 

“Rin, she was just having some fun!” You defended, you were also like her when you were her age, trouble makers run in your blood. Actually Rindou couldn't even talk- he was running roppongi at her age.  

“No! She's just too young to be hanging out with boys!” Rindou’s brows joined together as he withered in front of you. 

“But we dated when we were her age-” You deadpanned at him, 

“Grounded! My final answer!” 

R A N  

Ran was coming home from a late night bonten meeting, mouth agape when he saw his daughter’s feet dangling out from her window. 

Fearing the worst he sprinted to the ground below his child, hands outstretched to catch her if she were to misstep. 

“Mitsuri!” His voice boomed,

“Eh? Dad?!” His daughter stuttered, slowly slid out the window, climbing down like she had done this many times prior to this awkward occurrence. 

Toes easily touching the grass with ease, not a scratch upon the females porcelain skin. 

“Ran?” You yawned, cracking the door ajar. It was late, you waking up to your husband's screams outside your house. 

“Mitsuri, what are you doing climbing out your window like a maniac?!” Ran scowled, hands running through his messed up hair. Sweat dripping down his temple from the not so pleasant adrenaline rush. 

“I was just gonna hang out with some friends..” your daughter answered, fingers gripping the edge of her shirt, scarily waiting for her dad’s reaction. 

“At this time of night? .. out your window?”

“Ye-”

“Phone privileges. Give me it.” Ran demanded, palm stretched out. 

“But-” no question she was a tad bit spoiled by her father. You being the bad cop, while your husband played the good cop for his beloved daughter. 

“If you want to go anywhere all you got to do is ask!” Ran plucked the phone from his daughter's hand, a wave of relief washing over him. Secretly thanking whatever being watching over him that it wasn't some sort of gang related subject. 

“This is what you get for spoiling her!” You laughed from the sidelines, hand clutching your stomach.

“This is your fault too ya know!” Ran argued. 

“I’m the one who tries to discipline her! But someone always lets it go!” You emphasized the special somebody. 

“Whatever” Ran sighed, This was a lesson for the usual carefree man, a special lesson he wouldn't forget in the many years to come with his unborn future children. 

S A N Z U 

It was Sanzu’s best day of his life when his daughters were born, the two only being about one year apart. They were spoiled to the core, anything they wanted their money liberl father blessed them with. He thought they were the sweetest things ever, them both being a daddy's girl after all. 

He never would have expected to see both of his daughters outside his humble abode, standing beside two boys, most likely a double date. 

He stared in shock, hands pressed firmly against the glass, teeth gritting. 

“Huh? I tucked them into bed an hour ago” You rubbed your eyes, riding yourself of the sleepiness threatening to drown you. The pink haired only tutted his teeth, swifty twisting the door knob to confront the four children outside. 

“Oh you better run” your oldest daughter whispered, gesturing for the boys to make haste from her deadly father. 

“You better not come back here, unless you want trouble you fuckers!” Sanzu yelled, red in the eyes from anger. Not bothering to chase after the two scoundrels. 

“Dad, mom! What are you guys doing awake?” Your youngest asked, sheer panic in her eyes, watching her insane fathers unpleasant smile. 

“I swear you two will be the death of me” Sanzu uttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. A irked gleen in his orbs as he stared them down. 

“They were just friends dad, stop overreacting” the older daughter said, 

“I- You little shi-” He bit his lip to suppress his anger fueled words, knowing well it would definitely hurt his precious children's feelings. Having regretted it later if he were to say those sinful words. 

“Now now Sanzu, let's head to bed” You wrapped your arms around your lover, dragging him inside the house. 

“You can sort out their punishment tomorrow, after a good night's sleep” , coating him with reassuring words. That day he learned how misjudged he was of his children, even so he still loved them with all his heart.

I Z A N A 

Izana had his feet kicked up, relaxing in his office while he watched the moon. He had a clear view, the street lamps positioned next to the sidewalk, the side of his beautiful house facing his office window. He was enjoying his free time, mind taking over his body while he thought about his life choices. He was in ease until he saw his son's window light up, a long string of rope being tossed out the opening. 

Sitting up from his chair, he rushed over to his clear casement. Throwing his window open, a boy and girl standing beneath his son's window. The two holding the rope still as your child tried to slid down. 

“My my Yuki, where are you off to?” Izana laughed, nerves finally relaxing when he figured out what was going on. Calmly settling into the frame, head leaning on his chin. It wasn't like he had the right to be upset, he did much worse when he was his son's age. Robbing, fighting, killing. You name it, Izana’s done it. 

Sneaking out was nothing compared to what he did, but he wasn't gonna just let his son go. He was more wise now, he knew for a fact he didn't want his son to end up anything like him. Sure, he wanted the boy to have fun, but in a normal kid way. 

“Dad! Um- I”

“You better get your arse back up that window before I drag you around with that rope” Izana smiled, Totally different from the sentence he was portraying. Not forgetting his manners, giving a nonchalant wave to the other two kids. 

“Zana? Who are you talking to?” You asked, placing a cup of tea you had prepared for Izana on his desk. 

“Oh no one doll” Izana answered, closing the window before walking over to you. 

“Let's go to bed, yeah?” He proposed, trailing his hands around your shoulders, guiding you to the door.

“But the tea I made”

“Im tired~” 

Overall the male wouldn't want to talk further about the situation, nor would he discuss it with you. Trivial matters held no place between you both, as long as the child did not dare do it again. 

I N U I 

Inui wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, the AC wasnt working at the motor shop. Him, draken and yourself were sweating bullets, the hot material around you not helping. You had decided to help the pair around the shop, cleaning what you could. Or helping with cashing every customer out, it would've been an easy task if it wasn't blazing hot. 

Leaving your daughter home alone, obviously thinking she’d stay and do her teenage things. You couldn't be more mistaken, astounded as you watched her fiddle around with a boy across the street at the ice cream parlor. 

“Y/N please don't tell me that Kagura..” Inui’s jaw dropped, the wrench that was once in his clasp dropping to the ground. Startling the concentrating Draken that was crouched over a motorbike. 

“What's wrong Inui? Y/N” Draken twisted his body around, raising a brow when you two just started muttering to each other like two creeps. 

“Is that... a boy” Inui held his chin between his fingers, squinting to get a better view of his kid. 

“You trying to catch flies with your mouth Inui? Close your yap” You whispered, 

“Y/N! She's too young, I feel like I just held her in my arms not too long ago. She can't get married just yet!” Inui argued, he would've been on the verge of tears if he didn't have a reputation to uphold. 

“What? The fuck are you on Inui? She's probably just with a friend!” You patted his back, reassuring the man. 

“Boys and girls can be friends ya’know” you added.

Cueing the two children across the road from you, feeding scoops of ice cream to each other.

“I don't think friends do that..” Inui looked over at you, eyes widening when you swung the motor shop’s door open. Hands coming around your mouth to amplify your words,

“Kagura, is that your boyfriend?” 

“WHAT?” Inui almost fainted, the ledge behind him holding his wobbly frame up right. 

“I didn't know you guys would be here!” Your daughter jogged across the street, leaving the boy sitting by himself. 

“And no! Just a friend” She answered your embarrassing, blushing as she stared down at the ground.,

“I sense some lies” you wiggled playfully at the flustered girl. 

“What! Anyways, Sorry I left the house without telling you” Kagura apologized, 

“Just don't do it again, without my permission..” Inui stated, 

“Especially not with a boy.”

K O K O N O I

Bribing people is his forte, and if they did not obliged? Threatening always did the trick. 

And that's exactly what he did when he saw his descendant out with a male. All was dandy until the boy came running back, babbling about how his girl was the so called ‘love of his life’.

“Hey brat, you got a death wish?” Kokonoi asked, leaning against the door frame. 

“Koko go easy on him, he’s just a kid” You nudged the man, a mischievous grin plastered on the males face. 

“And I kinda think it's cute” You said, a small smile erupting from your daughter that was not so far behind her parents. 

“I approve, kid! I like your romantic drive!” You clapped, 

“Y/N!” Kokonoi pouted, 

“You better not try to bribe him with money again” You threatened, waving a finger at the whiny man. 

“Yeah! I like him too, dad!” Your daughter agreed. 

“You're like twelve, go play chess or something” Kokonoi barked, crossing his arms in disapproval. 

“Dad, I'm sixteen!” 

“That's what I said” 

S O U Y A 

He almost had a panic attack at the sight, having to shield the man from the scene playing out. Your twin daughter saying their goodbyes to their dates, followed by a kiss. You removed your hand when the boys were no longer in view, riding off in their motorcycles. 

“Shira, Nihra” You held Souya up by the shoulder, the light headed male limping towards the worried kids.

“What's wrong with dad?” Nihra questioned, eyeing her ghostly pale father. 

“He's out of it” You giggled, 

“I'm not crazy am i?” He stood tall, letting go of the arm you had draped around him. 

“There was boys-” His voice cracked. 

“You saw that dad?” Shira sweat dropped, watching as her fathers should leave his body. 

“Next time ask before you go out” You smiled, you weren't too strict on the two. They were Souya’s children, earning most of their adorable traits from him. Even his fighting skills. 

“This better not happen again, i'm trusting you” Souya grumbled.

“Sorry pops” The two girls remorsefully sollied the man, both hooking onto one of Souya’s arms as they helped his shell into the house. 

N A H O Y A 

Nahoya was beyond pissed, infamous smile widening. Taking fast steps towards your daughter and her significant other. 

“Look boy, I don't know who you are. But my daughters not up for grabs” Nahoya grinned, cracking his fingers. 

“O-okay sir” the boy was jittering, body trembling from the males intense arua. 

“If I catch ya here again�� he used his finger to slash his neck, motioning to the death that would happily greet the boy if they were to ever meet again.

“Yer dead meat kiddo”  Nahoya laughed, watching as the boy ran for his life. 

“Dad, that was really extra!” Your daughter sneered, a pout on her lips. 

“Shut up!, you're grounded rat!” Nahoya shouted. 

“Yeah Nahoya, there was no need to threaten the poor kid. He looked like he was gonna piss himself.” 

“Exactly the effect i wanted”

End Note : as I said this was a word barf T-T, so it’s quite short.

Reblogs & Notes are always appreciated! Take care! ♡︎♡︎

[iwadori]

So I'm reading your works and I love them !! I was thinking of requesting some kind of drabble or whatever you like, about a female reader who has thick thighs and is somewhat plump and is in love with Tsukishima but he makes a comment about the food and she feels bad and when she meets Bokuto in the boot camp Bokuto is too cute and attentive to her asking for her number and a date. If you don't feel comfortable with this, just ignore it and good luck with your blog. Sorry my english is bad<3

When they make you insecure PT 5 (tsukishima,bokuto)

Part One Part Two  Part Three Part Four  Part Five Part 6

Word Count: 2.6K

Genre: Angst to Fluff

masterlist

Tsukishima

You and Tsukishima have been dating in your first year (as you both went to the same middle school together.)

You were in love with Tsukishima, you always have been to be honest, but once you became officially boyfriend and girlfriend your feelings amplified.

But recently, Tsukishima hasn’t been so nice.  

“Y/N we’re going on another training camp at Nekoma” Hinata exclaimed running up to you, as you leaning against Tsukishima “and you get to come too this time!”

You recently became the new trainee manager as the third-year manager, Kikyoko, is going to graduate. Tsukishima acted as if you being around all the time in practice was the worst thing in the world, but Yamagucchi always assured you that ‘Tsukki’ was just joking.

“Oh well that’s fun...” you say entertaining Hinata’s excitement. You were kind of excited to go to the training camp too, as it was in Tokyo after all. You were always a big fan of volleyball as your dad used to play for the national team and you were planning to play on the girls team this year but you felt that you didn’t have the body for it (which was obviously not true.)

Hinata kept on rambling on before Tsukishima insulted him. “Gosh Kei, you don’t have to be so rude.” you complained, he slightly nudged you off of him and put on his headphones showing you that he was not in a good mood.

You let the rest of the practice continue, making notes of things and basically being Kiyoko’s shadow. As it ended, you waited outside for Tsukishima to walk home with you, but one of the guys told you he left 5 minutes ago. You knew there was no point of chasing after him so you just walked on your own, making you sigh in defeat.

Tsukishima was what you would describe as hot and cold. Some days he was fine a ‘perfect gentlemen’ but other days, days like this Tsukishima was just Tsukishima.  

When you got home, you decided to watch matches of all the other schools just to get some insight. You were watching a Fukarodani V Nekoma match from a few years ago and something caught your eye, well someone did to be more specific. A beefy, bicolour haired boy who was hooting like an owl was mesmerizing to watch.

You saw that his name was Bokuto Koutarou which triggered your next actions, which were to internet stalk him. You learned that he was the captain of the team and the team’s ace and the 5th ace in the country which piqued your interest in the boy even more.

‘This is going to be an exciting training camp’ you think to yourself before going to sleep.

`Kiyoko gave you an itinerary of all the things you should bring, since you weren’t going to be joining in any of the matches you were reminded to bring things that would keep entertained.  

You get to the bus at the crack of dawn, ready to be driven to Tokyo. Hinata and Kageyama were already arguing (let’s pretend that they didn’t have to do the retakes in the test) Tanaka and Nishinoya were being loud, and the rest of the members were already asleep. You wanted to sit next to Tsukishima but when you were about to sit down, he put his carryon bag in the seat next to him.

The bus ride was around 4-5 hours, and you spent your time reading and sleeping. Daichi got the loudmouths to calm down making the bus ride more tolerable. You suffered from slight motion sickness but you powered through.

When you arrived there, you saw all the other teams and their buses too. You felt a bit overwhelmed, seeing these tall boys just crowd around an entrance way. But too your surprise, noticing your slight anxiousness, Tsukishima grabbed your hand in a hand-hold.  

The Nekoma coach, explained how the day would pan out and where each team would be residing for the week. There was a lot of commotion getting everyone settled, Hinata and Nishinoya were basically bouncing off of the wall commenting on all the people and the place and how they’re going to ‘crush the competition.’  

You could tell that when the other teams were looking at Karasuno they were all staring at Kiyoko. Inquisitive about how there wasn’t only one girl manager but there was two. As you were walking your eyes locked with Bokuto Koutarou’s making yours widen, you blush and turn your head quickly.  

What you didn’t know was, after your small interaction, Bokuto elbowed Akaashi and said “Akaaashi AKKAAASHI, did ya see that? did ya?” he was flying with happiness “That girl from Karasuno smiled at me. She’s really pretty.”

“I think she’s from Karasuno” Akaashi said “So maybe you’ll see her around”

Bokuto stared off in the direction you were walking in “Yeah, hopefully.”

The first day, everyone got settled in and then the teams went straight into games. There were two different gyms and today, in gym 1, you were watching Karasuno V Nekoma. (By the way I literally don’t remember the teams at the training camp besides Nekoma, Karasuno and Fukarodani.) The game was very back a point each team making point after point, you already knew of Nekoma’s captain, Kuroo Testurou and the setter Kenma, you’ve actually played games with Kenma online before so you were fairly acquainted with him already.

The games ended and it was now dinner time, the canteen was packed with all the boys rushing to line up for the food. You waited at the back of the line, not really caring about when you got your food. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder and you looked over to see Boktuo,  

“Hi.” he said “I’m Bok-”

“Bokuto Koutarou!” You finished “I'm a big fan..” you cringed immediately at your excitement ‘pull it together Y/N’ you scold yourself.

“Oh well hi, I’m glad you know who I am” he said “and may I ask for your name?”  

“Oh I’m Y/N L/N” you say with a slight blush “I'm the trainee manager from Karasuno.”  

“Cool! Well I hope to see you aro-” he starts  

“Y/N, I’ve been looking all over for you, I already got your food for you.” Tsukishima said pulling at your arm a bit harshly, dragging you over to a table with the Karasuno team.

“Gosh Tsukki, no need to be so harsh” you say rubbing at your wrist, he didn’t apologize and just started eating his food.  

You look down at your plate and see the small portion that Tsukki got for you. The Karasuno bunch was being loud, as they usually are, so when you whisper “Tsukki what the fuck is this” whilst nudging him in the side, he didn’t hear you (or atleast he pretended he didn’t.) You tried again but a little louder saying, “Tsukishima what the fuck is this.” you realised you said it a bit too loud as the whole Karasuno table stopped their conversations to look over at the slight commontion you caused.

“What do you mean Y/N?” he said with a slight smirk on his face.

“I mean what’s with the portion size of a bird that you gave me?” you ask getting upset “Do you really think im that big?”

“Well, you could start eating less that’s for sure.” he said earning gasps from you and some of the people sitting at the table “Y/N let's face it, you eat like a pig and you look like an elephant, me making your food portion smaller is the least I could do.”  

By now you had tears in your eyes, Tsukishima was a dick. You knew this, everybody knew this to be honest, yet you still loved him. He wasn’t like this in middle school, yes he was a bit snarky and rude (but wasn’t every middle schooler?) High school Tsukishima was like a completely different person. As much as you wanted to run away and hide, you knew you couldn’t.  

So you stood up and said “Tsukishima, I’ve spent 3 years loving and pining after you, because I thought you were this great guy, but turns out you’re a huge asshole” you start making some of the people listening in smile in laughter “Tsukishima, I’ve hated this past year dating you, you’ve been such a huge dick and I’m finally stopping you. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t.” You start making your way to exit before finally saying “Oh and by the way I’m not the pig here, you are... oh and I’m breaking up with you.” You left, hearing a few laughs and some claps behind you.

You felt relieved, like the massive cloud that’s been over your head is finally gone. You went to the gym since you knew it was empty and picked up a ball to just throw it around a bit. After a while of ‘de-stressing,’ you hear someone else enter the gym.

“Oh I didn’t know you’d be here.” said Bokuto  

“Well here I am,” you say awkwardly “I can leave if you want me too, I know this is for actual volleyball players.”

“No no it’s fine you can definitely stay, in fact do you mind setting for me?” he asks  

“Sure, of course I don’t mind” you reply, excited you get to play with someone.  You haven’t played in ages, you always begged Tsukishima to just throw a ball around with you but he never did.  

You set to Boktuo a lot, with him always asking for ‘another one’ everytime he spiked the ball. Eventually, you were tired of setting and wanted to spike. You originally was a spiker to begin with taking after your dad. Thats why you took a liking to Bokuto in the first place cause he reminded you of the joys you had when watching your father play.

Bokuto set a ball to you and you spiked it with great strength and accuracy smiling at the burning feeling you felt in your palm.  

“Woahh” Bokuto shouted going towards you in amazement “Where did you learn how to spike like that?”

“From my dad, I don’t know if you heard of him before but my dad’s name is D/N L/N...?” you say

“D/N L/N, Y/N he is my idol!” he shouted again “I want to be just like him.”

“I think you can, I see a lot of similarites in the way you both play.” you say

“Really! And you’ve seen me play before..?” he asks

“Yeah, I watched some of your games before coming here... you’re really good” you shyly admit.

“Wow.”

You and Bokuto spend the rest of your time, talking about volleyball you’re interests, things you have in common, your likes and dislikes. Talking to Bokuto was refreshing, he didn’t randomly insult you or make snide comments about your weight or your looks. He just genuinely looked happy to be there talking to you, unlike Tsukishima.  

Seeing your change in mood, Bokuto stops talking and asks “are you alright? I forgot to ask earlier, but I saw what happened in the canteen and I hope you’re okay.”  

“Yeah I’m fine, it’s just things with me and Tsukishima reached a breaking point, I guess...” you say sniffling a bit talking about it “But it’s fine now I’ve broken up with him and I feel better already.”

“So you’re saying your single...?” he asked blushing a bit

“Yeah I guess I am...” you smile blushing also.  

“Okay great...well I hope this isn’t too forward after everything happened with Tsukki and all but...” he starts “but would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Who me?” you ask as if you weren’t the only other person in the room

“No the volleyball” he responds sarcastically “Of course you Y/N.”  

“Are you sure, cause to be honest Bokuto you’re a really good-looking guy” you say making him smile widely “so I think you need someone to match your level in attractiveness” you look down and his smile drops.

“What do you mean?” he asks before realising all the stuff Tsukishima said about you “Y/N you’re beautiful, your face, your body just you.” you blush at his words “when I first saw you when you were walking past us in the entrance way the first thing I thought and said about you was “Akaashi who is that girl she’s beautiful.””  

“Really?” you ask with disbelief

“Mhm” he nods excitedly “So will you go on a date with me?”  

“I guess so...” you say a bit unsure

“HEY HEY HEY!” he exclaims “I gotta go tell akaashi!” he runs out of the gym in a hurry making you laugh, but he comes back to give you a quick unexpected kiss on the cheek making you smile.

You checked your phone for the time realising that you’ve been with Bokuto for 3 hours and you knew that everyone would be going to sleep now. As you are the manager you slept seperately from the rest of the team but before you went to your sleeping quaters you went to Karasunos.  

“Y/N where have you been? We’ve been worried about you.” asked yammagucchi  

“It’s fine yams don’t worry about it, guys” you say catching everyones attention “I just wanted to apologise to you for my outburst at dinner, it wasn’t my intention to cause a scence.”

“It’s fine Y/N” said sugawara “He definitely deserved it.”

“Yeah as your marvellous senpai we gave him a good telling off” said Tanaka and Nishinoya  making you chuckle.  

“Okay well thanks guys, I’m going to sleep goodnight.”

“Wait Y/N can I speak with you.” asked Tsukishima gesturing to outside the room

“Umm sure” you respond following him into the corridor.

“I just want to say I’m sorry for the things I’ve said and done over the past year and how I’ve been a terrible boyfriend, you don’t deserve that. So, I’m sorry.”  

“I can’t say I can forgive you yet.” you say making Tsukishima look sad “but maybe with effort from you we can become friends possibly?”  

“Just friends?” he said with hope in voice thinking that you could be something more.

“Just friends.” you repeated and confirmed “Besides I have been asked on a date”  

“With who?”  

“None of your business stingyshima” you mock the nickname that Hinata calls him making him scowl and you smile “Goodnight.”

After Bokuto’s confession and Tsukishima’s apology, the rest of the training camp went off without a hitch. In your breaks and lunchtimes, you got to know more about Bokuto and with Kuroo’s help you even got to sneak out to actually go on your date. You sometimes even went to practice with them getting to show off your skills, with Bokuto cheering you on and complimenting you every single time.  

Tsukishima kept his distance for the most part, and kept the snarky comments about you and Bokuto to himself (even though he was dying to say them.) You eventually fully forgave Tsukishima in your 3rd year but you definitely weren’t as close as you used to be. Tsukishima’s comments and actions did affect you for a while however with the help of your loving boyfriend, you were reminded how beautiful you are no matter what weight, shape or height you were.

You and Bokuto stayed together, you made sure to come to every one of his games and when you introduced him to your dad he fainted on sight. Your dad and Bokuto got along, and became very close friends, Bokuto always came to him for advice (especially volleyball advice.) You loved Bokuto and he definitely loved you too.

AN: I hope you liked it, since I didn’t want to make it too similar too the Atsumu insecure one. And I feel like it dragged out a bit but got rushed in the endd....but oh well...

[xiaq]

Hi, I have a question re:sex and Christianity. Small background: I still go to church, and I still live with my parents even though I'm not much younger than you, because housing is very very expensive where I live (pretty common here, I would say about 2/3 of my friends live with their parents and we are decently privileged kids)

Anyway. How does one get over purity culture? To be clear, I've never been told in church not to have sex, I've never gotten the gendered lessons that you got. But I am terrified of having sex. My first real, multi-year relationship just ended and while there was hand stuff etc, there was never any p in v sex (lol I feel 12). But I still had insane anxiety about being pregnant despite being on bc. And I think its because I know my parents would be so disappointed if I had sex. And if I was pregnant I could imagine all the gossip. And honestly I think im from a pretty open church, b/c one of our previous ministers kids recently got married at 8 months pregnant and lots of church people were at the wedding and supportive and her parents were there and everything.

I dont even think I particularly like sex, i might be on the ace spectrum, but how do I remove it from all the anxiety that's tied to it so I can even give myself the chance to find out???

(Asking because it seems like you've been pretty open about purity culture/removing yourself from it)

CW for sex talk (again)

How does one get over purity culture?

Oh man. That really is the million-dollar question, huh? Obviously, I can only answer re my personal experiences, and this is something you should talk to a therapist about, but I can tell you how I’ve tackled it with my therapist at least.

Purity culture is, at its core, an ideology that is perpetuated by shame. If you’re indoctrinated into purity culture when you’re a kid, the concepts become baked into the way you construct your identity, your perception of self, and your perception of your sexuality. It’s practically intrinsic, by the time you’re an adult, to feel shame any time you’re reminded you have a body, much less a sexuality.

According to the chapels I sat through every week as a kid, a girl's body could be 3 things: an intentional stumbling block for men, an accidental stumbling block for men, or unnoticeable. Women were to strive for the third option so as to keep their (and their male friends/authority figures) purity intact. After all, if a boy, or even your male teacher, had impure thoughts about you, it was your fault for tempting them (which, holy shit. I still can’t believe that was a thing I bought into for so long. If my 45 yr old grown-ass teacher had impure thoughts because he could see my 12 yr old collarbone, that sure as hell wasn’t my fault. But I digress.) The Only time a woman’s body can be something else, is when she gives it to her husband, at which point she must suddenly flip the switch in her brain that she is now allowed to be a Sexual Being and she must perform Sexual Duties despite living in outright fear of her own body and sexuality for years (decades?) up until this point. Jesus take the wheel.

Purity culture isn’t a thing you can just decide to walk away from if you’ve grown up in it. Because its ideology is insidious and internalized. So first you need to submit to the fact that you’re going to be fucked up about sex. It sounds like you’re there. Second, you need to interrogate what you believe. If you’re leaving religion behind entirely, you’ll approach removing yourself from purity culture differently than if you still identify as a Christian. It sounds like you might be the latter, which meant, for me, separating what’s actually biblical and what’s shitty, contrived, doctrine that I was told is biblical but is actually more political than spiritual. This helps you address the shame issue.

You need to throw away I Kissed Dating Goodbye and Lady in Waiting and all those ridiculous books you read and reread in the hopes of somehow obtaining impossible marriage perfection and look into actual scripture interpreted within its historical context. I could write a book on this, but the TL;DR is that the text of the Bible was written, translated, curated, and changed multiple times over thousands of years by human beings with human biases and, often, personal and/or political agendas. It contradicts itself! Reading it as it is—a flawed historical document—rather than some sort of God-breathed perfect document—is incredibly freeing. When you do, you’ll probably realize that purity culture is bullshit on a spiritual level. Which is a good start, if that matters to you. Because any time you start to feel shame or guilt you can ask yourself: does God actually care if I wear a bikini or touch a dick I’m not married to? Probably not. Wear the bikini. Touch the dick.

The most important therapy session for me was when my therapist asked what I would do if I got to heaven and God was actually the God I’d been raised to fear. What would I do if he condemned me for being bisexual and having premarital sex and becoming educated, for arguing with men, and failing to isolate while menstruating, and wearing mixed fabrics? If Montero had come out at the point, I probably would have said I’d pole dance down to hell. Instead, I said I would spit on heaven’s gates. If a god that cruel and that pointlessly demeaning really exists—a god who would create in me condemned desire—I won't worship him. The good news is, I’m 99% sure he doesn’t exist. At the very least, he isn’t supported by scripture.

Okay. The final thing you need to do is figure out what you actually want, sexually speaking. This bit is probably the hardest. I’m still in the early stages of this myself. You say: “I dont even think I particularly like sex, i might be on the ace spectrum, but how do I remove it from all the anxiety that's tied to it so I can even give myself the chance to find out???” Bro, I wish I had an easy answer for you. For me, whenever I’m feeling anxious about Sex Things, I tell myself: 1. My God does not equate my worth to my sexual habits. 2. My partner does not equate my worth to my sexual habits. 3. I do not equate my worth to my sexual habits. It seems silly, but reminding myself of those three things is massively helpful. If, after I’ve sorted through those, I’m still anxious or uncomfortable, I stop doing the thing. I evaluate. Am I overwhelmed and I need to try again some other time? Do I just not like the thing? Sometimes it’s hard to tell. Sometimes you change your mind. Sometimes you just don’t know. That’s why having a partner who you trust and who’s willing to patiently explore your interests (and respect your disinterests) is so important. Half the battle, for me, was having a partner who told me they’d be ok with no sex at all. Because that took the pressure off me. If the bare minimum they need is nothing, then anything more than that is a bonus! Hooray! This is maybe TMI, but let me tell you. I thought I was asexual* right up until I was able to have moderately non-anxious sex. Never in my life did I think I would initiate a sexual situation but… I do now. It’s a fun thing to do with a person I love and, holy shit. I am furious that I nearly missed out on it.

Finally, re birth control: I don’t know how you can approach that fear in a way that works for you. If you don’t want to ever have penetrative sex, that’s fine! If that’s a point of anxiety you can’t get rid of, then don't push yourself to do it. If you find out you like other sex things, do the other sex things! If you don't like doing any sex things, don't do any sex things! Also, have you considered sleeping with people who can’t get you pregnant? Always an option if it’s an option you want to consider. ;)

Okay. I hope this was even a little bit helpful. Sorry if it’s a little convoluted, I typed it up in bursts during my work breaks.

*This is not at all to say that asexuality can be “fixed." Rather, it’s to say that things like purity culture can drastically confuse your sexuality in general. If you’re asexual, then this process is still important to discover what you like/dislike. Then you can be explicit about those necesities and find a partner who’s a good fit (if you want a partner at all, that is).