#//ofc don't feel obligated to play if you don't wish to

[truly-quirkless-a]

What Tarot Card are You?

The Lovers.

the bounty of your heart is abundant. warmth extends from your fingertips, and your smile has the power to light the darkest of rooms. your presence is a comfort– a gift– it is something to be cherished. just beware of stretching yourself too thin; a heart cannot be full if it is constantly emptying itself for the benefit of others. extend that mercy to your own heart, so you may continue to love and let yourself be loved. your chest is not an empty cavity. NUMBER: 6 UPRIGHT: love, harmony, relationships, values alignment, choices REVERSED: self-love, disharmony, imbalance, misalignment of values

Tagged by: Stolen from @/nuravity. Tagging: @eraseur, @the-wild-card-hand (for Sero or Kaminari, have fun!), @emerald-might, @modeinthemiddle , and if you want to do this- mate, steal it, embrace the goblin-

[averageallogene]

Hiii I hope u don’t mind taking my request, Tighnari with a breeding kink, and slight degradation. Is that okay? U don’t have to do it ofc <33

Hi there, dearest! ♡ Of course it's more than okay! Since it wasn't specified whether you wished for a fem! reader or not, I went with gender neutral, hope it's alright~♡

NSFW Warning!!

Tighnari huffs as his hand roughly grasps their hair, his hold nearly loosening amidst their locks as his eyes threatened to close on themselves. The view before him was positively to die for, his baby working arduously as they took more and more of his throbbing cock into their mouth. The sensation as their tongue stroked every vein of his girth had him seeing stars, jawline clenching in as he surpressed a moan to himself.

"Look at you, taking me with such- Agh, desperation." Despite his harsher tone, the occasional groan of pleasure wasn't uncommon to hear escaping from him, whispering through the innocent façade how much he was enjoying the show. "You're such a little slut aren't you? If you wanted to get your throat fucked so bad-" Another groan, his tip hitting the back of their throat. "-you could've just asked."

All he recieves back are whines and groans, the vibration having Tighnari seeing white as his eyes nearly rolled back. His vision focused back however, carefully slowing their pace down as they eagerly swallowed more of his length into their mouth, puffy lips wrapping around his cock as the tears threatened to fall down.

He can feel himself nearly coming undone, a sudden yank to their hair pulling them back before an audible pop can be heard. There is a small string connecting the tip of his throbbing length to their lips, the substance white and drooping down before sticking to the side of their face. His eyes land on their blushing face, eyeing him with with a foggy glance that only further fueled his desires. The fur on Tighnari's tail puffs as a response, every inch of his body shivering in a long and intense wave as he licked his dried lips.

"Alright, enough playing around... We can't afford to waste my load, can we?" His hands are quick to maneuver them around, quickly laying down before feeling their body fully press against his aching cock. Another sensual groan threatened to leave his throat before he shut himself up, instead focusing on enjoying the view as his darling began grinding against him. "Come on, it's right in front of you. Why don't you go ahead and begin bouncing on me, my little slut?"

Their eyes shimmered as they shivered, quickly obliging and taking his entire length with ease. Praises were quick to follow on their end, hips lifting them up and down in a set pace as their hands found themselves on his shoulders.

"Ah~ Tighnari, mmm- S-So big!" His head was spinning at their words, grunting as he snapped his own hips to meet them further within. Their back arched deliciously, nails digging into his skin as Tighnari's hands sought security on their ass.

"Y-You're taking me so well, just as expected-" He huffed, his fangs lingering closer and close before he felt as they tilted their head, granting him access to mark them up as he saw fit. His lips brushed against their neck, the smile being felt as they continued to bounce up and down on him. "-Such a needy whore, you want to milk me dry so bad don't you?"

"Please~ I'm, mm-ah, I'm sorry, f-for being such a dirty slut!" Whines followed suit as he cooed in response, agreeing with their pitiful state as he bit his lip. His hips were snapping by themselves at that point, Tighnari feeling his urges slowly taking hold of him.

"Exactly, you're nothing but my little cum slut." He sighed out, the mere term making his head spin.

His teeth found themselves a playground as they marked and experimented on their skin, the moans in response only further fueling him as he continued to guide them on taking him nice and easy. He felt himself widly throbbing, the accumulation of pleasure from the previous face fucking catching up to him quickly as his cock threatened to soon leak his load. One of his hands quickly lifted from their ass, yanking them by their hair to have their back curve sensually for him. His cock reached further in, the pair moaning in unison as his glowing gaze analyzed his partner with intensity.

"You're about to cum, aren't you baby?" He purred, watching as they only nodded desperately, drooling slightly as they continued to move their hips wildly. In response, Tighnari only pulled their hair a little harder, hips snapping vigorously as a warning to follow his lead as the good cum slut that they were. "Then tell me, where do you- Ah, want it?"

"Inside, please 'Nari!" Their eyelashes fluttered as they bit their own fingernail, moaning in pure bliss as their zenith rapidly approached. His own claws dug a little deeper into their own flesh, groaning to himself as he began rutting wildly into their core.

"I'm going to paint your every hole before we're done- You'll look- ah, so lovely, covered in my seed. I'm going to, ngh, breed you so, so well." He huffed under his breath, his pace increasing with vigor before eventually reaching his limit right besides them.

Even throught their high, Tighnari kept thrusting, slowing down as he rode his own high with heavy breath. Their ass continued to grind against him as if hungry for more, moaning in delight as they babbled on about how good they felt. His hairs stood at the back of his neck as his eyes lowered, practically glueing themselves to watch as his seed leaked out, staining the sheets below them as he licked his lips.

Unexpectedly so, the ranger was quick to flip them around, now hovering atop his beloved as he caged them between his arms. Lifting their legs with ease, his tail swayed wildly, his own eyes now foggy as he gave them a menacing smile.

"Tsk tsk, looks like some of it was wasted. Guess I'll just have to give you another load for good measure..."

Carefully leaning in, he watched as they lifted their head up, practically begging him for a kiss. Replying with only a kitty lick to their bruised lips, Tighnari purred.

"But it's not like you'd mind, right my greedy whore?~"

[coldshrugs]

wip wednesday

@lavampira and @impossible-rat-babies tagged me and i am plucking away at the baseball fic that involves little to no baseball.

i'll tag (no obligation ofc): @hythlodaes @scionshtola @hylfystt @ellstersmash @the-rogue-mockingjay @myreia @lilas and @magebastard 💗

(cringe text message convo between exes below the cut)

HG: hey io. haven't heard from u in literally a year. i've been worried. u okay? IL: haurche, wow. it's actually really good to hear from you. IL: i'm not exactly okay, but i'm trying. getting help. HG: glad to hear it. i'm so sorry for ur loss. i don't think i can say it enough. IL: i think i've heard it enough for a lifetime, but thank you ♥ IL: and i'm really sorry for the way things went down. that was unfair. i think i knew that at the time, even in the depths of the pit. we were only together for a few months. it felt like putting too much on your plate HG: so u took away the plate. IL: so i took away the plate. like i said, unfair to you IL: i understand if there are hard feelings, but it means a lot that you're checking in. HG: no hard feelings, no grudges. i wish u would've let me be there for u, but i guess we won't know just how much my plate can handle. HG: unless... u want to grab coffee sometime? IL: lol, i'm deeply flattered you still consider me a viable dating option after witnessing me in a nearly catatonic state. IL: but i think i might be seeing someone? maybe? hard to say tbh. i've got valentine's plans tho, so we'll see. HG: yeah? we've got the same plans. i play baseball too, remember? HG: listen... just don't make too many assumptions with him. given the context, this sounds shitty, but he doesn't seem super into it IL: okay... thanks for your insight. and for the perspective on who you're actually worried about here. later.

[insfiringyou]

https://at.tumblr.com/insfiringyou/if-they-werent-famous-and-i-just-met-them-as/1rppr5j62lrb

trueee, but like what makes me love yoongi it’s not only his personality, but also how he views things and he deals with them. He’s not just a really good boyfriend he’s a good human in general. I mean, he’s patient, comprehensive, selfless… I mean this man does so many good things and IT’S GENUINE, like the part where his gf sit on his face for the first time: “with him it never felt like he was returning a favor or performing a chore” I MEAN 😭😭😭😭 most guys definitely act in bed like everything is returning favors, “if I did that you’ll have to do and vice versa” or they do it because they want to boost their ego like “Yeah look how skilled I am 😎” with yoongi is so beautiful because he does it simply because he likes it and wants to see her feel good it doesn’t matter if she will return or not (thank god he found jeongsun because she’s also like this sometimes) and most important he’s honest and vulnerable on the relationship. He’s so emotionally responsible, he never lets his frustrations and insecurities get in the way of things or lashes out to others (specially his object of love Jeongsun). like he was cheated on by his ex he could have turn into a total jerk with the excuse of “yeah someone was shitty to me and now I’m gonna be shitty with the rest of the people because I’ve been a good guy and only got disappointed” or play with his next partner’s feelings because “ugh I’m so traumatized by relationships so I’m gonna use my insecurities as an excuse to be an asshole because yeah it’s you who gotta fix me” (let’s be honest 99,9% of the guys act/would act like this 🤡) this is one of the proofs that he’s a kind human in general, he’s not good because he expects something in return he’s good simply because he is and he knows that no one has anything to do with his personal problems I mean ofc he would like if someone helps him to get through something difficult times, but he would never think that this is someone’s obligation. Also since he’s responsible emotionally I think he understands himself so he would never fall in love with a fantasy (like “I love her because she’s my savior” or simply because he’s lonely and that makes him desperate to find someone and he falls for any person who’s a potential perfect love for him) he falls for the PERSON, the actual person, the human that’s with him… this is so wholesome and I really wish people would give more thought to their emotions to avoid this kind of situations because honestly this is one of the main reasons why people are always disappointed with each other.

Anyways… Yoongi in your universe is an amazing, sweet, gentle, caring soul. I’ll cry myself to sleep every night dreaming with him lmfao

I know this is an old ask so don't know if you will even see this, but this really solidifies how we intend to show Yoongi (and Jeong-sun) in their relationship. I also think, in part, it is why we chose to write his earlier encounter with Kim, who was one of his first serious girlfriends, who did cheat on him. In a way, we feel it is such an important experience and also shapes who he is a lot. You may have noticed him (very very briefly) mention her, though not by name, to Jeong-sun. He never mentions the cheating. He never says a bad thing about her. It is always just tiny anecdotes - blink and you'll miss it. He wasn't bitter about it. He was sad for a long time, but it hasn't shaped how he views women, or relationships. It was just a bad experience, with someone who made a bad mistake.

I also agree with the not falling in love with a fantasy part. He did come close, around the time of the fic 'Stranded' (when he initially proposed to Jeong-sun and she turned him down) and in the few fics leading up to that. He was under a lot of pressure, from the group, from his desire to be 'normal' and make his unintentionally secret relationship work, that he ended up romanticising his relationship in a way which wasn't fair on either of them, and was, in part, the reason she had to break up with him. When they meet again, some years later, he approaches it with the respect it deserves, and is self-aware that if they are going to make it work properly he needs to take a step back and do it for the right reasons.

However, he fell in love with her for her, both times. And she him. For us as writers, them falling in love all over again was actually more special in a way, and I think just as exciting if not more, for readers. I held my breath when their hands skimmed again for the first time...and then both of us cried!

[arathergrimreaper]

J*hnny D*pp is untouchable garbage, ik, but there's one older movie of his I think about a lot called Benny & Joon, where he does this Buster Keaton sort of routine and after Joon sees it, she asks, 'Did you go to school for that?' and his character responds, 'No. I was kicked out of school for that.'

This scene and the underlying, probably unintentional, meaning of it sticks with me. For context, I'm not that talented at anything no matter how many hours I dedicate to it, but I've received compliments and more than a couple wistful 'I wish I could find time to do that's from people who've seen me crochet or draw or pole dance or what-have-you. There seems to be this misunderstanding that these things are doable for me because I have a plethora of time and resources or energy others just...don't.

This could not be further from the truth.

I make time to do these things. How? By sacrificing quality and time dedicated to the things society tells me should be the ultimate priority. Example? My crochet work drastically improved after years of false starts and finally finding the right teacher (Youtube) by...taking it to certain lectures with me in college. I would sit there and work on it even if it was large and took up my whole lap rather than taking notes. I still participated in class discussion. I still took my tests and did my essays (when ADHD and perfectionism didn't prevent me from turning in boring crap nobody gave a damn about). Classmates would look at me like I was insane, but not a single professor bothered me about it because my grades and class participation were solid.

Same thing with work. My current job is...well, I need money like many of you and 'beggars can't be choosers' yadda yadda. The point is, I have a lot of downtime in between duties and assignments, most of which only have to be done on a monthly basis. So I write. Fuck, I've written nearly three books worth of words since starting here nearly two years ago. One of which I did in a month (i was going for sterilization surgery consultation and wrote up 100 reasons and elaborations why i needed this surgery, just in case). And I draw. If anyone sees me at it (my back faces the door and there's high foot traffic by our office -_-), they don't say boo to me because I get my work done (and some of theirs too, lbr) and growing up with strict parents made swapping tabs and hiding chat rooms child's play. Thank Hephaestus for Firefox and adblockers.

I'm also not close with the majority of my blood family in the emotional or geographical sense. No real obligations there. Friends? The majority of them are...well, here. I regularly talk to and interact with 2 whole people in 2 different states. Even the effort of trying to meet more isn't a priority to me even though I make shallow attempts a couple of times a year. I'm not close to any coworkers either because I never feel I can trust them due to problems with gossipy coworkers in the past and, ofc, the current climate of people playing shoot-em-up when work pushes them past their breaking point.

Make no mistake, I am taking a risk doing these things. I risk write-ups and firing and dying alone and all kinds of shit...because I'd rather be doing art. Something I am never going to be able to live off of so I have to steal time from other things to be able to do it. When I go home, I barely have the energy to cook, clean, run errands, and do some meatsuit maintenance before I have to come back the next day. There have been so many times I've fallen asleep before I could get even partway through what I planned for the night, right at my computer or next to my sketch book.

I have to snatch back the time taken from me, there is no other recourse. Lunch breaks are not enough when we even get them (in OH, employers are not legally obligated to provide those. found that shit out at a factory i used to work at where i also wrote fanfic in a notebook between machine unloading). There are zero guarantees of a better afterlife or reward for continued suffering in this life and maybe it's the neurodivergency talking, but I refuse to waste more of it than I already have pretending the things I am forced to do are inherently better or more fulfilling than the shit I want to do.

TL;DR All this is really just to say: get sneakier. STEAL time back where you can. Else you're just going to keep wishing for more time you're never going to get.

[hybeboyenthusisast]

WAIT WAIT I HAVE ONE MORE THING TO ADD

your banners do NOT look like shit???

they look just as great as everyone else's!

i used to do thumbnails for my youtube channel and while they weren't oUtStAnDiNgLy amazing, i can tell you that i downloaded fonts from the internet and edited them using phonto, picsart, and some eraser app to remove the background of an image.

then just... let the scrapbooking start! think about the feeling you want to capture within the au. choose colors you identify with the main characters and the concept (important!!), choose a picture of the idol in an era you can imagine them being in during the time that the smau plays out (if that makes sense). and, lastly, just have fun with it! arrange them in a way that'll satisfy you. (and, trust me, i know the feeling of never being satisfied. that's where you give up your control and go with what you think others are going to enjoy!!)

that's really it. that's all there is to it. i hope this could give you insight.

again, your banners look amazing. they are a beautiful work of art just the same as your writing is. they go hand in hand, after all!

but if your banners or themes really are bothering you,, i hope i helped you at least a little.

if you want me to, i might be able to make some banners for you and send them to you in the future!! although i don't think i could be much better at that than you could be (:

- cutie pie anon !

(p.s.: i'm sorry for not checking in for a while!! i see you've been struggling and i wish i could've taken some of that pressure away. just know that, from my perspective, you have nothing to doubt yourself for. the decisions you make are always adequate and you do a good job at what you do and what you show us. i'm happy that you can be open about your emotions as well.. i'll do my best to check more so i can be there for you more!!)

(:

THANK YOU MY CUTIE PIE! i love you 🥺thank you for the tips and lil guide! and ofc for your love and hype and auifbeybwnefbf imma kiss u <3 i would LOVE to see what kind of banners you could make, if you ever wanted to share !

you are totally okay and there is no need to apologize for not checking in on me. we are friends but that doesn't mean you are obligated to take care of me; you have your own life and own struggles, and you handling your own life is far more important!! ily<3 i hope you are doing good bby

[megistusdiary]

ok i know i have like 6 asks in my box right now, but i keep having a bunch of random ideas lately.

like imagine rough sex with childe. he's all stressed because of work, so you offer to help him out and he just manhandles tf outta you (✨consensually, ofc✨)

warnings: dom!childe and sub!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

rough sex, marking, a little choking, some dacryphilia, overstimulation, cussing, petnames (childe calls reader princess, babe, and good girl), size kink. also let it be known, anytime there is penetration, they're using condoms. we promote safe sex here ♡ aftercare at the end bc i'm a soft bitch idc!

"holy shit, princess." childe gasped, chuckling as his fingers pressed into your hips. "how are you still so fucking tight?"

your hands gripped the blankets beneath you, balling the fabric into your fists. it was extremely hot with childe's body pressing yours into the bed roughly. you could feel your hair sticking to the sides of your face from the sweat lining your skin.

you were still so sensitive from all of the rough foreplay earlier in the evening. he fingered you while mouthing at your clit until you couldn't distinguish when you actually were coming.

childe snapped you back to reality as you felt his hand pressed against the column of your neck. his fingers gently squeezed the sides, nothing to cause pain, only to restrict your airflow briefly.

you let out a quiet squeak as your attention turned back on him. "hey, what are you thinking about, pretty girl? don't get distracted while i'm fucking you, now."

you parted your lips to speak as he shoved his cock deeper inside you. the tufts of hair lining his pubic bone swiped over your oversensitive clit perfectly as you writhed under him.

he slowly let go of your throat, opting to grip your chin instead. "i was-oh i was thinking about you eating me out-!" you ended with a gasp as childe angled his hips, pressing impossibly deeper. "fuck, you're gonna break me-" your eyes began to water with crystal clear tears as childe cooed.

"oh how pretty.." he wiped the tears that spilled from your eyes with his thumb. "you can take it, can't you? i thought you wanted- fuck...i thought you wanted to be my good girl? make me feel better after my shitty day at work?" childe reminded you as you bit your lip, reminding yourself of your promise.

you gingerly nodded as he grinned, moving your fists from where they were balled up above your head. he pinned your wrists down with one of his hands, reminding you just how large he was.

"look at how small you are, babe. you're so cute." he almost went soft for a moment before he suddenly pulled out. childe gripped your waist firmly before moving you around on the bed as he wished. his hands were large against your body, covering more of your skin than your own could. and he lifted you with such ease, it almost made you wonder what he really did for a living.

until he pushed you face-first into the bed. he raised your hips up, forcing your back to arch deeply before sliding back in.

"childe-!" you cried out, muffled by the bed sheets as he firmly gripped your hips, beginning to pick up the previous rhythm.

"do you feel good, princess? hm?" he grinned as you nodded breathlessly against the blankets.

"yes- fuck- i want more! harder!" you begged him, thighs shaking slightly. childe swore he saw hearts in his vision listening to you beg for him.

"you're even dirtier than i am. how adorable." he obliged, however, thrusting into your pussy faster than he had before, hips now angled perfectly to hit the spot he knew you loved.

you moaned into the bed helplessly, held down firmly by childe as you begged to come.

"you have been a good girl..." he went quiet, pretending he was pondering the thought as he suddenly reached one of his hands down to play with your clit.

your hips jumped when he made contact with the bud, hearing him laugh behind you.

"go ahead, pretty girl. come on my cock for me." childe coaxed as he rubbed harsh circles into your clit. combined with the stimulation to your front and deep inside you, it wasn't long before your thighs began to shake as you reached your high.

you collapsed further into the mattress before childe once again changed your position for you.

now you found yourself on his lap, your back against his chest with his cock still deep inside of you.

he kept one hand spanned over your throat, pinning you to him to prevent you from falling forward as he continued to thrust into you. you cried out, nails digging into his thighs lightly.

"childe! i can't! i just came!" you gasped, writhing and squirming on his lap to no avail. he held you tightly against him, and you could tell even now he was holding back somewhat.

he kept thrusting up into you, leaning his head down to kiss your shoulders. he moved the hand on your throat just slightly so he could kiss your throat.

he suddenly bit down gently, sucking at the skin beneath your ear as you squirmed. "no not there- i have to- they're going to see and-"

"let them. i want everyone to know who spoils you fucking rotten." childe grinned behind you, continuing to place marks up and down the column of your throat. he trailed some across your shoulders and collarbones too, all while pressing himself into you.

you could tell he was getting close by his uneven thrusts as you tried to move your hips down against his.

"i'm gonna come soon, pretty girl." he warned you anyways, though he could tell you knew by your movements to aid him.

his hips suddenly stilled inside of you, slowly humping into you as his hand went lax around your throat.

as a result, your head fell back against his shoulder, hearing his soft breaths and groans in your ear.

he slowly eased himself out, being gentle with your sensitive pussy as he laid you down on the bed.

he tied the condom, throwing it away in the trash before pulling his boxers back on and disappearing into the bathroom.

he was back in seconds with a wash cloth and tub of water, kneeling on the floor. he pulled you towards the edge of the bed as you laid down exhausted.

"deja vu, huh?" he teased, referring to your position as your face heated up. he slowly moved the washcloth over your sensitive areas, clearing away any slick left on you.

he was careful with you, despite the roughness he was capable of and demonstrated nearly five minutes prior.

"all clean." he smiled at you, kissing your forehead as he tucked you into the bed, removing the dirty blankets and replacing them with new ones. as soon as he laid down next to you, your eyes threatened to close, cuddling into his chest, feeling his soft breaths against your neck as he lulled you to sleep.

[holylulusworld]

For your celebration drabble can I have Jensen x fem Reader? Please make it super angsty. Maybe a break-up? Can the reader be pregnant too? Please, give mr a happy end with Jrensen. I don't have an idea for the fall/halloween theme. Can you chiose for me? Thank you

Walking by

11,000 Followers Fall & Halloween drabbles  

Summary: It’s been months since he left you. Now the man breaking your heart complains in public.

Warnings: angst, language, Jensen being a douche for a moment or two, break-up, pregnant reader, kinda public bashing (online/mentioned), comforting, fluff

Pairing: former Jensen x Reader

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Ofc Judith

A/N: Inspired by Dido’s “Walking by”; lyrics taken from the song in Italics.

A/N2: Okay, that one got away from me and it’s longer than 500 words. I did not go for a happy ending but a hopeful one. I kept it open for the reader to decide if you give him a second chance.

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

You and him. Once upon a time you and Jensen were a whirlwind romance, maybe it was even love at first sight.

Now all you’ve got left of the love you shared is a bitter taste on your tongue.

His lawyer made sure you will keep your mouth shut about the break-up as in your love-sick state, you signed a confidentiality obligation when you got together. This means you are committed to pay penalty for every violation against the confidentiality obligation at the rate of 10,000, dollars.

Keep me locked up, keep me shut in

You can but my mind still roams free

You can keep me caged, you can tell me to be quiet

But I remember everything

Unlike you, Jensen preferred to tell everyone about your break-up. Even though it was him who broke things up, he insists you broke his heart, not the other way around.

Sometimes you look at your phone, shaking your head at the next hurtful interview. He’s a great actor, you give him that. Breaking up with you as he feared his career would be ruined if people get to know you used to work as an exotic dancer to pay for your study was not enough. No, Jensen must rub salt into the wounds he left.

Please don't forget that you broke your own heart

And don't forget that you lost your mind

“How does it feel to break a good man’s heart?” The paparazzi snarls at you. He’s getting into your personal space, taking pictures of you, and even worse, your six, months baby bump. “Is that the guy's child? The ones you left Jensen for?”

“Leave me alone. I got nothing to say to you,” brushing past the man you try to outrun him, but he runs after you, almost pushing you to the ground. 

“Hey, asshole! Leave the girl alone,” a familiar voice barks. “Don’t you have better things to do than hunting a – fuck me – pregnant woman?” Jared grumbles, wrapping his arms protectively around your waist whilst Gen threatens to call the cops.

“Get lost. Leave Y/N alone,” Gen warns, already dialing 911. “I swear we will sue you. We all saw you were about to attack a pregnant girl.”

“Classy,” the man spats. “You protect an unfaithful stripper girl who broke your best friend's heart…”

“Y/N,” Gen tries to touch your arm, but you shove her hand away. “Please, let us help you.”

“Leave me the fuck alone. All of you,” you wiggle out of Jared’s embrace, not wanting him to help you. “I don’t need you. I could’ve handled the situation all by myself, just like the last six months as no one wanted to hear my side of the story. Or rather, I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone the truth.”

Please stop tellin' everybody that I did it for you

'Cause every step I take I'm always here behind you

And I don't need words or anything from you

And I wish I'd never felt it, kept on walking by

And I wish I'd never met you, kept on walking by

You walk away, not listening to Gen or Jared calling your name. Ignoring their voices, you wipe a few tears away before you rush toward your car. 

“Y/N, please stop walking away.” Jared tries to catch up with you. He’s jogging now, worriedly placing one hand onto your shoulder. “Why don’t you tell us your side of the story?”

“If you want to know if the baby is Jensen’s, the answer is that its none of your fucking business. You should also know I can’t talk about anything including my relationship with Jensen as I don’t have 10,000 bucks to waste.” You walk by, ignoring Jared’s words. 

Keep me locked up, keep me shut in

But I remember everything

Please don't forget that you sought your own heart

And don't forget that you lost your way

“Another interview?” Judith, your best friend, sighs. “That bastard should shut his cakehole.” You snicker, giving her hand a tight squeeze. “Will he sue you if I kick his balls?”

“He would know I told you the reason for the break-up,” you look at the pictures on Jensen’s Instagram account, shaking your head. “Soon I’m out of here. I got a new job and will leave the country. No one cares about Supernatural in Denmark.”

“As far as you know,” Judith pokes your belly, hating you look sad. “How about we go for a walk in the park? You love the colorful leaves, I know it.”

“Jensen, he used to go with me for a walk in the park when the leaves started to change their color. He even collected a few for me,” you smile at the memory but then your face falls. “I thought he loves me until my past collided with his career.”

Please stop tellin' everybody that I did it for you

'Cause every step I take I'm always here behind you

And I don't need words or anything from you

And I wish I'd never seen it, kept on walking by

And I wish I'd never met you, kept on walking by

And I wish I'd never tried it, kept on walking by

And I wish I'd never felt it, kept on walking by

“He’s a fucking asshole who dared to say it was your fault he broke up with you. Period.” 

“I didn’t give him choice, you know. I said if he wants a break, this means we are over,” you whisper, running one hand over your swollen belly. 

“Let’s go to the park and enjoy the sun, the leaves and we can scream at guys who want to play football,” Judith holds out her hand, offering to go with you but you shake your head. “Not today?”

“Not today, Jude…”

The sun warms your face, and for a moment, you close your eyes to enjoy the warmth. There is a sadness in your heart you can’t shake off.

Yes, you told Jensen if he wants a break to overthink your relationship this means you are over, but you never thought he would go for it.

“Y/N,” there is this tiny voice in your head telling you to run, as fast as you can hearing his voice. “Please, give me a minute.”

“If you came to ask if I told Gen or Jared anything, you can go back home. Your fine lawyer made sure I can’t tell anyone you were the one who broke things off with me,” you grumble, glancing at the colorful leaves in Jensen’s hands.

“I didn’t come here to complain or to fight. I hoped you would be here,” Jensen mumbles stepping closer. “Shit, Y/N. I don’t know why I did not try to fix us.”

“You said everything I needed to know months ago. If you excuse me now, I got somewhere else to be. You know, when we met that day, the day you broke things off with your wife,” your voice cracks when you meet Jensen’s gaze. “The day you came to the club and poured your heart out, I should’ve never listened to your shit.”

You start to walk away, not missing the sob leaving Jensen’s lips. “Y/N, please. I know that you’ve got no reason to forgive me, not after I agreed to give all those stupid interviews. My management, they said you must take the blame for the break-up.” 

“Fuck you. Fuck your management,” you spat into Jensen’s face. “I got no reason to forgive you, and I won’t…”

“Baby…I love you,” shaking your head you wrap your arms around your waist. “I love you so much it hurts. I wish I told you sooner.”

“I wasn’t finished, Jensen. When we met the other week and you grasped for my arm to kiss me,” you huff, meeting his gaze one last time. “I should’ve kept on walking by. I wish I never met you. I wish I never felt anything for you. I wish I never saw the way you looked at me when you believed I wasn’t looking.” You sniffle, eyes cast down. “If I would’ve walked by, I wouldn’t be so much in love with you…”

Please stop tellin' everybody that I did it for you

'Cause every step I take I'm always here without you

And I don't need words or anything from you

And I wish I'd never met you, kept on walking by

And I wish I'd never felt it, kept on walking by

And I wish I'd never seen it, kept on walking by

And I wish I'd never met you, kept on walking by

“Baby girl,” Jensen steps closer to cup your face. His thumb wipes the tears away. “I can be a better man. I told everyone that it was me messing things up. It’s all over the media. I fired my management; lawyer and I will do anything you want me to do. Just…please…take me back…”

“Jay,” you choke his name out, fighting your tears. “I don’t think I can…”

“Please, don’t walk by. Please don’t forget about me,” Jensen presses his forehead against yours, praying you’ll be able to forgive him. “I…I wasn’t with anyone, I swear. I regretted my decision the moment I left your apartment, but it was too late. Honestly, I was there, at your home, more than once but feared you would hate me.”

“I can’t, Jensen. Not now,” you run off, tears falling now.

“Y/N, please...just give me a chance,” Jensen runs after you, grasping for your hand. “All I’m asking for is that we talk things out. Please...”

“Jensen,” voice trembling you look up at Jensen. “Okay. I can try to talk things out, but that’s all I’m willing to give...”

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[toukenramblings]

hI HERE I AM!! 🤧🤧

so I don't really know... 👉👈

can i ask you for a headcanon with kiyomitsu, hakusan and imanotsurugi (platonic for him ofc) with a VERY small and childish s / o that likes to be carried?

🍧.your new friend!

OH HO

OH HOHOHOH

I GOTCHU BOO

Warnings: Possible ooc for Hakusan? I’m sorry hunnn. Also fluff. Lots of it. Its the best. Is short. I’m sorry. No romantic headcanons for Imano, he babeh.

Kashuu Kiyomitsu

Now look me in the eye and tell me that Kashuu isn’t an affectionate young man. He adores you; especially since it means that you love him and adore him in return.

 Without a doubt, if you are shorter than him, he would coo and call you things as ‘adorable’ and ‘precious’, cupping your cheeks in his hands and pressing all sorts of kisses against your face.

· But if you ask him to carry you? Expect him to playfully complain outwardly, but inside? He’s giddy. The young man is so fucking happy that he may almost burst!

Will sweep you up off of your feet in no time, and will probably carry you around in a princess carry for as long as you want.

You’re kind of heavy, master.’

“Do you want to put me down?”

“No! Never!”

  Expect the other Shinsengumi swords to make a big fuss about this, taking pictures, and finding it the cutest thing ever.

He’s slightly taller than you, so expect him to reach up and get things for you. Sure he’ll slightly tease your height but he’ll give it to you in the end. For a kiss. He promises. He’s not gonna hold it out of your reach he swears.

 Will rest his chin on the tippy top of your head whenever he hugs you from behind, or your shoulders.

“You’re so cute like this.” Kashuu would say as he carries you around the citadel, pressing a brief kiss to your forehead when no one was looking.

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 Hakusan Yoshimitsu

Affection???? In this house????????? Hakusan isn’t all that used to it, to be honest. He may be related to the Toushirou family but he isn’t as affectionate as they are. At least in public. His touches are shy and quick and soft. Barely there, a ghost of a feeling.

The fact you’re shorter than him though? It causes him to chuckle softly, inwardly to himself. He finds it rather sweet.

Hakusan cannot help but protect you, beyond being a Touken Danshi, but as your partner and significant other. Human lives are fleeting after all, so he wants to be by your side for as long as possible but he doesn’t know how – affection is hard for him after all.

He will begrudgingly oblige to your request of being carried around everywhere. His embrace is warm, but almost kind of stiff. He doesn’t know exactly how to maneuver his body for the first few times but it’s sort of comfortable as time goes on. His shoulders will go from being stiff and tense, down to relaxed as you continue to do this.

He finds your childishness rather strange, but endearing. It brings a sense of life to the citadel and from all of the war and shit that goes down. They do fight and put their lives on the line after all, there are times when he wants to relax and spend some time with you. Hakusan finds it amazing when you find a way to cheer him up, a small smile blooming across his lips as though it was a flower. It’s such a beautiful sight.

In terms of cuddles, he will slowly run his hands through your hair (if you have any) or almost trace your fingers before grasping them. He finds them a rather strange sort of comfort, playing with your hands that is.

“Do you wish to be carried again, master?” Hakusan would question with a cock of his head. But there is a twitch at the end of his lips, which slowly curve into a smile as he holds open his arms. “Shall we? Just for a little bit, alright?”

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 Imanotsurugi

Now this little guy is around 123 cm/4 feet so he would be bEYOND elated with the fact you are also as tiny as him! He is a naturally affectionate little one, so expect him to always be hounding you for a hug, holding your hand, or something! He lives off of it.

 He isn’t as strong as say Iwatooshi or other men around the citadel, but damn it all don’t underestimate him! He’s going to lift you up and carry you around whether you like it or not!

“Master master! I’ve gotten stronger! I think I can carry you this time!” he says as he opens up his arms, ready for you to jump into his embrace. “Come on! I won’t drop you this time, I swear!” he does. He’s trying okay?

As he is rather childish and you are rather childish, you two get along like lil peas in a pod. You two run around and play all kinds of pranks together! Or probably just nap. Who knows?

You always need to call Iwatooshi to get shit from high shelves for you. No questions ask.

 Speaking of Iwatooshi, he will carry you BOTH around if he must!

“If Imanotsurugi isn’t strong enough yet, I can carry you both! It’ll, how you say, kill two birds with one stone!”

 Overall, the only way for Imano to ‘carry’ you per say is to cuddle with you. He tends to fall asleep in your arms first though.

[tveckling]

Dude, would you mind translating Loke's 'Allt du är' into English when you have the time? I couldn't find a translation online (don't feel obliged to though, I totally understand if you can't/don't want to lol)

You’re breathing pretty quietly Ithink you finally fell asleepTears make you sleepy, don’t they?Both you and all the candles in myroom has burned outThey burned out when they burned themost and you did the same

You’re lying in my bed with the comforterpulled up over your chinLike you’ve done so many hangoverdaysAmong familiar smells betweenfamiliar sheetsAs though we ever were a couple

And here I’m lying on the floor onan unmade mattressOutside the stars are dancing on theroofsJust now the air was moisty warm,now it’s cold and sharpAnd you’re asleep. I am inexorablyawake

And the blanket I have above mefeels justly short and thinWhen I think about the words I heardcoming out of my mouth

That I love your eyes, I love yourvoiceI love your almost nonexistent breastsAnd I love when you wake up and aresulky and dizzyIn t-shirt and panties and fuck hairAnd your childish thefts of myattentionYour self-destructive generosityYour criminal, suicidally dangerousway of drivingAnd I love your “young and singlegirl in the big city”-styleThat you use expressions and famousquotesThat coke light and popcorn is yourfave drink and foodAnd that you answer something elsewhen one asks how you’re doingI love that you laugh when you walk

But despite all this love there willnever be you and meI only love all that you are… butnot you

You got here shortly beforemidnight, yeah you usually do thatLike usual I got happy that you cameYou walked as usual into theapartment without knockingBut you said “There’s something I wantto talk about

I kind of ache, yeah it dances,spins aroundI don’t really know what it isMaybe it’s like it usually is that I’mtalking nonsenseBut I’m almost starting to think I’min love

And I know it’s completely out ofphase with what we’ve saidWith independence and distanceYeah, I’m maybe fucking everythingup now, I do that a lotBut don’t you think we have achance?”

And there you stood and looked atme, so cold and wonderfulAnd there I sat and stuttered out myterrible answer

That I love when you come over andwe sleep in late on purposeI love that your skin is unnaturallywhiteAnd I love every time you forced meout in the cityEvery failed attempt you’ve made atbecoming a vegetarianAnd your unending badgering abouthow fun it is with raveI love when we play PJ Harvey andNick CaveThat you always have to stomp inevery puddleAnd that you get drunk on just fourmedium-strength beerI love your impossible brilliantideasThat you cry when we’re hangover andwatching Disney-matineesYeah I even love your GöteborgdialectI get that it would have beenperfectSo can you imagine how fuckingstupid it feels to say no,To just love all that you are butnot you

It couldn’t be stopped, it was likea volcanoYou tensed, you shuddered, you burstLike a wounded wolf or a dying swanYou grabbed me and didn’t let go

You fell down on your knees, youheaved yourself up on your toesAnd you screamed something thatcouldn’t be heardWith a drowning person’s despair yourefused to listen toEverything I want to whisper in yourear right then

I love when you touch me and whenyou’re hereI hate more than anything that I can’tfall in loveI wish more than anything that therewere alternativesTo this tired, barren, bitter wasteof lifeBut I have to ascertain, fuck itfeels overwhelming,What I loved about us love hasdestroyedBecause I have no shot of giving youwhat you want from meI just love all that you are, I loveall that you do,I love all that you are……. But notyou

 Du andas ganska tyst jag tror du somna' till slut.Tårar gör en sömnig. Inte sant?Både du och alla ljusen i mitt rum har brunnit ut.De slockna när de brann som mest och du gjorde likadant.Du ligger i min säng med täcket draget över hakansom du gjort så många baktunga dar.Bland välbekanta dofter mellan välbekanta lakansom ifall vi nånsin hade vart ett par.Och här ligger jag på golvet på en obäddad madrass.Där ute dansar stjärnorna på taken.Nyss var luften fuktigt het. Nu är det kall och vassoch du sover. Jag är obönhörligt vaken.Och den filt som jag har över mig känns rättvist kort och tunnnär jag tänker på de ord jag hörde komma ur min mun.Att jag älskar dina ögon, jag älskar din röst.Jag älskar dina nästan obefintliga bröst.och jag älskar när du vaknar och är tjurig och yr.I t-shirt och trosor och knullrufsfrisyr.Och dina barnsliga stölder av min uppmärksamhet,din självdestruktiva generositet,ditt kriminella, livsfarliga sätt att köra biloch jag älskar din "Ung och singel tjej i storstan"-stil.Att du slänger dig med talesätt och kända citat.Att Cola-light och popcorn är din favvo dryck och matoch att du svarar på nåt annat när man frågar hur du mår.Jag älskar att du skrattar när du går.Men trots all denna kärlek blir det aldrig dig och migjag bara älskar allt du är... men inte dig.Du kom hit'strax innan midnatt, ja du brukar ju göra så.Som vanligt blev jag glad för att du kom.Du klev som vanligt in i lägenheten utan att knacka påmen du sa "Det är nåt jag vill prata om."Jag liksom börjar svida, ja det dansar, snurrar runt.Jag vet inte riktigt vad det är.Kanske är det som det brukar att jag bara pratar struntmen jag börjar nästan tro att jag är kär.Och jag vet att det är helt ur fas med allting vi bestämtom oberoende och distans.Ja, jag kanske fuckar upp allt nu, det gör jag nästan jämtmen tror du inte att vi har en chans?"Och där stod du och såg på mig, så kall och underbar.Och där satt jag och stamma fram mitt fruktansvärda svar.Att jag älskar när du kommer och vi försover oss med flit.Jag älskar att din hud är så onaturligt vit.Och jag älskar varje gång du tvingat med mig ut på stanvarje misslyckat försök du gjort att bli vegetarian.Och ditt eviga tjat om hur kul det är med rave.Jag älskar när vi leker PJ Harvey och Nick Cave.Att du alltid måste stampa i varenda vattenpöloch att du fyllnar till rejält på bara fyra mellanöl.Jag älskar dina omöjliga lysande idéer,att du gråter när vi bakisglor på Disney-matinéer.Ja jag älskar till och med din göteborgska dialekt.Jag fattar väl att det skulle ha vart perfektså kan du fatta hur puckat det känns att säga nej,att bara älska allt du är men inte dig.Det gick inte att hindra. Det var som en vulkan.Du spändes du darrade och brast.Som en skadeskjuten varg eller en döende svanhögg du tag i mig och höll dig fast.Du föll ner på knä, du hävde dig upp på tå.Och du skrek nåt som inte gick att höra.Med en drunknandes förtvivlan vägrade du att lyssna påallt jag ville viska i ditt öra just då.Jag älskar när du rör mig och när du är här.Jag hatar mer än allting att jag inte kan bli kär.Jag önskar mer än nånting att det fanns alternativtill detta trötta, torra, bittra slöseri med liv.Men jag måste konstatera, fan det känns helt oerhört,det jag älskade med oss har själva kärleken förstört.För jag har ingen chans att ge det du vill ha av mig.Jag bara älskar allt du är, jag älskar allt du gör,jag älskar allt du är......men inte dig.