#he's the easiest for me to write smh

[nocturnes-dc]

I gotta say I'm taking aspects from things, cause I really like what they're doing with daisy in the new run too! But I don't want base anything I make heavily on what's going on now. I'ma do my own thing, but I'm having fun brain storming. I'm trying to be more active on this blog too 😩

Like you know how much duke content I crave but then remember I gotta make my own! Like I read the same duke centered fanfics from time to time. And one thing I Hate is when fics are tagged with duke and another character in the bat fam. It's he's just used as a plot device, to explore other characters like 😫 I can understand if he's trying to get to know his new family but like 😮‍💨 honestly he's one of the easiest characters to get to know.

Why cuz he doesn't have a whole ass legacy of comic runs so you can get a feel of his personality, thoughts, feelings pretty quickly. It's funny too like when I read something with duke and a another character you can tell the author has a clear bias to the one they're writing him with. Which isn't bad at all but like half his siblings are older then he is and pitching a fit.

Like I feel like he rarely ever gets written his age or drawn really, like(don't get me started on tim drake the beef I have with him and I used to really like him too. I don't hate him, but like comic writers really be doin too much with him I could careless about. Like I liked when he went by red robin and let Dami just have his own thing but 🙃 there's so much more but smh)

Why can't they treat me boi Duke right 😔 anyway had to get some of that rant out cause I just don't want to write out my thoughts.

[imaginehetaliadorks-blog]

Hi, can I request a scenario in which France falls in love with a human ? Thank you in advance !

I’m in the mood for some light angst, so let’s do it. I kinda changed my writing style too a little bit.☆ He didn’t plan on falling in love with you, so he mindlessly flirted with you, not really realizing he’s actually in love. Days passed and then some months, when he finally noticed how happy he is to see you, how your eyes were always shining and your breathtakig laughter.☆ He didn’t understand how he hadn’t noticed it earlier. He was the country of love himself and yet he had only realized it? His visits started to be less frequent, because he couldn’t bring himself to stop loving you. It’s not that he didn’t like being in love with you. But what would happen after your death?☆ More days passed and you started noticing that something had been on his mind lately, so you tried to confront him about, but he always dismissed you by saying pick up lines, but they weren’t like before. His eyes were always sad while saying them, because he knew he shouldn’t fall in love with a human, even though he understood the importance of this feeling.☆ But seeing you being worried over him finally make him make up his mind. He had to tell you. There was no point of hurting not only himself, but you too. That’s why he decided to confess his feelings. ☆ The night was romantic, well, it was France who arranged it after all. He took you to the roof of his house where he gifted you with the most beautiful rose he could find and told you about his feelings. But he wasn’t pushy about it, he tried to be as subtle as he could, not wanting to suddenly make you nervous. He didn’t want to lose you after all, he just wanted to stop hurting you both.☆ You confessed you felt the same way about him and it made his heart flutter, but he explained to you what would it mean. You told him you understand how difficult it can be and so he smiled fondly. ☆ “Mademoiselle, you surely are someone special” He said as he brushed your hair lightly. ☆ He couldn’t resist true love now, could he?

[raplinesmoon]

Aguardiente y Limon (KSJ x F!Reader)

pairing: CEO!Jin x sugar baby!reader (feat. shady business partner Hoseok) genre(s): pwp, smut au(s): sugar daddy au word count: 2.7k (the hold these two have on me) warnings:  Dom!Seokjin, Dom!Hoseok, sub!reader, daddy kink, sir kink, grinding, they all just sweaty horny fools, sensory deprivation (blindfold), improper use of expensive alcohol smh, nipple play, oral (f receiving),  degradation, RINGSSSS, brat taming mode on, panty ripping, spanking, hitting it from the back, spit kink, Hoseok is a sadistic slimy mf (we love him tho), hair pulling, licking, throat fucking, spitroasting, marking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, choking rating: 18+

summary: Still caught up in work even when you’re off the clock, you and Seokjin find a creative, more daring way to let off some steam - with a little help.

a/n: Interrupting this author’s note bc I JUST HAVE TO SCREAM ABOUT MIN YOONGI WHAT THE FUCK. Anyway, I had a good past couple of days with progressing towards graduation and I felt like rewarding myself with some writing (it is rough tho, it’s my first time writing poly, pls go easy on me). So enjoy this shameless 2seok fic that I’ve been wanting to write forever bc the world needs more 2seok fics 🥵 (they own me). Also pls imagine blonde Hoseok and summer package Seokjin with the open necked shirt and chain for this one!!

listen to: aguardiente y limon by queen kali uchis!

Eyes blurring, your computer screen turns into a brilliant kaleidoscope of blues and greens and pinks, the dots blurring together when you close your eyes, rubbing at your temples. Sighing, you slam your laptop shut. The data analysis could wait. Dr. Ko had you pulling extra hours in the lab anyway, crunching numbers and supervising the clueless first-year dental students who, in their eagerness, had nearly knocked over years’ worth of research on oral drug delivery using chloroplasts.

“I knew you’d cave,” a voice snickers to your side. Looking over at the window, Kim Seokjin is the picture of elegance, the vibrant sunset illuminating his broad figure in hues of pink and orange, the sound of waves crashing behind him, and you can almost imagine the blue of the ocean mirror in the smart button-up he wears.

“I didn’t cave,” you pout, not wanting to admit you’d gotten tired of working. “Just taking a break.”

Seokjin had brought you by the seaside to have fun, paying for your flight, but you’d felt guilty, insisting that if he was off attending the biomaterials conference all day, the least you could do was catch up on grant applications and submitting abstracts for your own work. 

It had pained him to see you hunched over the tiny hotel room desk, working hard, instead of flouncing around in the tiny, colorful bikinis he’d seen stashed away in your suitcase, but he had to admit, your determination, and the slightly askew glasses on top of your head, only made you cuter.

“Here, take a sip,” he holds out the glass of Veuve, bubbles fizzing and almost shimmering in the waning light. You knock back the glass, the fizziness making way for the burn in your throat, What was the point of expensive alcohol if it still tasted like wet cardboard?

Seokjin is smiling softly at your disgusted face, but it soon makes way for a smirk, a mischievous look crossing your face.

“Oh no,” you groan. “I know that look. Why can’t we just stay in and watch a movie?”

The movie would be the easiest way to let off steam after your grueling work session. Snuggled against Seokjin under the covers, you know your eyelids would soon drop and his hands would start to wander underneath your shorts, ending with you bouncing up and down on his cock. It was a simple, three-part equation, guaranteed to work every single time. You were both STEM nerds after all.

“Not today,” he chuckles, lifting you up by the arms, sending you stumbling into him. Your lips are plump from biting and your cheeks are puffed out, and he holds himself back from kissing the stupidly adorable pout off your face.

“Now,” he leans to whisper in your ear, a shiver running up your spine. “Be a good girl and get dressed for Daddy.”

Tensing, you make your way through the crowd of rowdy spring-breakers, hand tensing in Seokjin’s as he leads you both to the beachside bar. The floaty sundress you’d picked out to wear clings to your body with sweat, exposing the bright neon of the bikini you’d worn under. If Seokjin notices, he doesn’t say anything, a lazy smirk gracing his handsome features when you came down to meet him in the hotel lobby.

“Is this really your idea of fun?” you question him, nose twitching at the smell of liquor mingling with the sea breeze.

“Not particularly,” he says nonchalantly. He’d switched out the formal blue button-up for a more relaxed look, the buttons of his linen shirt casually undone, exposing the glimmering chain around his thick neck. He’d caught more than a few stares as the two of you traipsed down to the beach, fitting right in with the crowd,

“I figured though,” he turns to you, brown eyes sparkling. “They always hold these fancy conferences in the nicest places. It’s so depressing being stuck in presentations all day. I swear to god, it makes me want to drink and go out more.”

You smile at that. In the brief time you’d known Seokjin through your arrangement, you knew he was a homebody at heart, preferring casual, lowkey situations to many of the fancy parties and events his job required him to attend. While at first, you’d gotten a kick out of his lavish lifestyle, those times soon waned when you realized it was more fun goofing off in his kitchen together, making a viral TikTok recipe, or playing Mario Kart on his couch. Not that it stopped him from blowing your mind after anyway.

“Drink?” his inquiry breaks you out of your thoughts, and you nod, not realizing your throat had gone dry. Whether it was from dehydration, or from following the trail of sweat that trickled down his neck and disappeared under the collar of his shirt, mirroring the uncomfortable pool that had begun to form inside your bikini bottoms.

Watching him turn away, you curse yourself. Why’d he have to be so unfairly hot? Get a sugar daddy, your best friend had joked around with you one day. It’ll be fun, she said. And then next day, bummed after another tuition statement in the mail, you’d happened upon Seokjin at a networking event. Fate had lined up so miraculously for you, that sometimes you couldn’t believe it.

Breath turning shallow, you mull the best strategy to convince Seokjin to ditch the wild spring break party and have one of your own upstairs. You almost don’t hear the low chuckle behind you, footsteps silenced by the sand.

“We meet again,” a voice drawls, and you turn, heart stopping. There, blonde hair glinting against the reflection of the beach bonfire, is Jung Hoseok, eyes trained right on your tits. Shit.

“I’m actually here with someone,” you make up an excuse quickly, eyes searching for Seokjin, only to find that he’s been caught up at the bar, trying to push through a crowd of rowdy fraternity brothers to order drinks. Heart pounding, your eyes meet Hoseok’s, and you swear his smirk looks even more devilish in the low light, feeling yourself clench under his gaze. 

“What hyung doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he whispers, words awakening memories of your last meeting. Before you know it, you’re pulled up against him, the blunt head of his cock brushing up against your ass, ashamed to find it does nothing but arouse you more.

“Dance with me,” the words come out as an order, not a question, the hypnotizing beat of the reggaeton song in the background drawing you into a trance, and before you know it, your hips are swaying to the beat, Hoseok’s hands wrapping around your waist, pressing until you can feel every inch of him against you.

Feeling his subtle smirk behind you, his hands leave burning touches all over your body, and you’re a sailor caught in a siren’s trap, only able to seek relief from the very thing that’s torturing you.

You’re unaware of how many songs pass by like this, the sticky feeling between your thighs growing more with every fluid thrust of his hips. You feel hazy, head spinning with arousal, a low whine escaping your throat, being carried away on the wings of the wind. This madness had to stop.

Hoseok’s eyes widen in shock when you reach behind him to grasp the fine hairs at the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. Before you can ghost your lips over his, you’re interrupted by a snarl.

“Jung. Didn’t your mom ever tell you it’s not nice to play with things that aren’t yours?”

Turning at Seokjin’s voice, you find him, eyes blazing at the sight of you wrapped around Hoseok. 

“Actually,” Hoseok answers with a salacious smirk, “she told me sharing is caring.”

Hoseok’s lust-filled eyes meet Seokjin’s and what you thought to be anger in them initially is replaced by a darker, deeper look. One filled with desire. Looking between the two men, a delicious shiver runs up your spine in anticipation of whatever punishment Seokjin has planned.

“Princess,” Seokjin commands. “Upstairs, now.”

A low hum is all you can hear, ears muffled by one of Seokjin’s ties serving as a blindfold, toying with your senses. Seokjin’s hand had curled around your waist on the beach, pulling you away from Hoseok, never leaving your side on the trek back up to the hotel room. He’d said nothing, jaw clenched, skin glowing with sweat, and you knew you’d hit a nerve, one that would result in you getting your back blown out.

All of a sudden, a cold splash causes you to jolt, liquid spilling onto your tits, soaking through the thin fabric of your dress. Your nipples harden under your bikini top, and you can imagine Seokjin through the blindfold, salivating at the skimpy attire. You don’t have time to think, though, before a pair of plush lips wraps around the hardened bud, sucking and laving at it until your tits are aching. You keen when his lips retreat with a pop, before descending on the other one, giving it the same treatment. Heart pounding in your ears, all you can hear is the soft sucking sounds, and your cunt clenches around nothing. Every touch feels sharper, your senses heightened, pleasure coursing through your veins.

Another splash, and the cold liquid lands on your clothed pussy, soaking through the bikini bottoms. For a brief moment, you think you feel Seokjin’s crooked fingers swipe against your folds, pushing the fabric to the side before ghosting over your clit, swiping against the hardened nub but never touching it in the way you need.

“Ahhh, Daddy, cum, please, need to cum–” your whines are cut off by a brief snicker, more liquid splashing against your cunt, before you feel a tongue swipe against your burning core, sopping up the messy pool that has begun to drip onto the bedsheets.

“What a pathetic slut you have, Kim,” the voice groans against your folds. “So needy, all she wants to do is cum. Doesn’t matter who sticks their dick in her.” 

You should’ve known by the swipe of his tongue, the thinness of the lips plunging into you, that the mouth wasn’t Seokjin’s. It moved far too furiously, lashing and licking at your walls, teeth grazing your clit, when all this time, you were far too used to Seokjin’s slow, languid licks. 

“Jung,” Seokjin’s voice is dangerously low, and your cunt clenches around Hoseok’s tongue when Seokjin tweaks your nipple, his other hand coming up to wrap around your throat. “Stay in line.”

“As you wish,” Hoseok replies, before diving back in and continuing to eat you out like a man starved, ringed fingers brushing against your clit as he reaches up to shred the fabric covering your cunt into pieces, leaving you bare and exposed to him. 

Feeling your hair stand on end, you know your orgasm is close, finally crashing over the edge when you feel Hoseok plunge two fingers into you, tongue lashing against your throbbing clit.

Your chest heaves, coming down from your high, and you feel hands – Seokjin’s – gently remove the blindfold, blinking your eyes as the world comes back into focus. The debauched sight of Hoseok’s smile is the first thing you see, face and chin smeared with your wetness, winking as he sucks your arousal off his digits. 

“To her credit,” Hoseok smiles, landing a light slap to your cunt, causing you to whimper, “your girl does taste better than those sorority girls drunk on Tito’s that I ran into this morning. Maybe it’s the Veuve.”

Next to him, the expensive champagne bottle lays overturned, the golden liquid spilling into the sheets, where it mixes with your juices.

“Enough, it’s my turn now,” Seokjin growls, undoing his belt, and Hoseok’s eyes widen before he cowers under his intense gaze, slipping off to the side. 

“Hands and knees,” he commands, and you know better than to disobey him, knowing just how dire the punishment would be if you even dared disobey. A loud spank lands on your ass, and you buckle forward, submitting to his order. You squirm in anticipation, waiting for Seokjin to fill you up someway, anyway he can. But Hoseok beats him to it, his fingers reaching behind you and spreading your messy cunt, dribbling until a thick glob of split lands on your ass, trailing down to your leaking entrance.

“Better hurry and fill her up, Daddy,” he taunts Seokjin. “Or she’ll be begging for Sir’s cock instead.”

Need coils deep in your belly, walls fluttering, and Seokjin chooses that moment to slam his length inside of you, filling you up completely.

“Fuck!” you squeal, and his hand pins you down underneath him, preventing you from reaching around and wrapping around him like you always loved to do. 

“Who’s pussy is this?” he groans when you begin moving your hips back against him, the two of you locked in a passionate dance. You feel a sharp tug, and he pulls you up by your hair, continuing to pound into you. You feel like you’re in overdrive, body coated in sweat, mind running at a thousand miles per second yet also unable to focus on anything else but the feeling of his cock inside of you. He licks a fat stripe up the side of your neck, messy spit landing on your cheek, and you feel him moan into your ear.

“Yours!” you gasp when he pulls one leg around his waist, opening you up even more. His palms play with your tits, and you’ve almost forgotten there’s another person there in the room until you feel your face turned sharply to the side. 

“Little slut loves getting her pussy fucked open, doesn’t she?” Hoseok laughs against your lips, smearing your lip gloss with his thumb, before pulling you into a messy kiss, tongue slipping in between your teeth. It’s over before you can register it, and you feel Seokjin’s lips against your neck again, nipping and sucking at the flesh, making sure to leave marks. Because he can.

“Open for sir,” Hoseok orders, barely giving you a moment to breathe before he’s plunging his length down your throat. Your tongue flattens against the underside of his cock, nerves tingling with delight when you hear him hiss. Hoseok’s hips slam against you, fingers carding through you hair as he pushes you back and forth on his dick, motions as fluid as a dancer’s.

Jaw aching, your body lights up from head to toe, the muscles of your throat tightening around his cock. Seokjin continues to batter your pussy from underneath, and you feel like a livewire, sparks crawling underneath your skin.

“Always a good girl for me,” Seokjin grunts, “letting me fuck this tight pussy any time I want.” 

You moan in response, Hoseok’s length throbbing inside your mouth, and you know he’s close. 

“Make him cum, fuck,” Seokjin commands, and your eyes widen, turning back to face him. The look in his eyes is completely serious, beads of sweat forming at his hairline, and you feel your cunt clench around him, and you give Hoseok one last, long suck, his salty release spilling down your throat.

“Leave,” Seokjin tells him, and you watch him retreat, motioning “call me anytime” before shooting you a wink. 

As soon as he steps out the door, Seokjin’s thrusts slow, setting a lazy pace as he ruts into you, fingers rubbing against your clit.

“You did so well for me,” he whispers into your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Cum.”

And despite his gentle urging, you cum with an ecstatic scream, pussy squirting all over Seokjin’s cock as he spills into the condom. His hands bring you down with soft touches to your back, the inside of your thigh, your belly, and you think you’ve never felt more content in your life.

Shuddering, you feel his warmth disappear beside you before he returns a few minutes later, cleaning you up with a damp towel, eyebrows drawing together in concern at your whimpers.

“M’okay,” you whisper, making grabby hands at him. “Just sleepy.”

You feel the bed dip next to you, his strong arms wrapping around you, before his windshield wiper laugh echoes in your ears.

“Damn it, I was gonna ask if you wanted to watch a movie.”

A/N pt. 2: I am thoroughly sweating but thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. I hope to be back on track with writing and interacting sooner rather than later! Lots of love, Isi 💜

[herofics]

hey! just dropping a req but absolutely no need to do it any time soon obviously! How about the lov (just in general) recruiting a new member, and after just a few weeks it's like rlly apparent that they're a great cook and enjoy it a lot too which just culminates in them being their personal chef but in a parent-ly way lmao 💀 like imagine they all come back from a mission and the reader's just like "man, I'm gonna go shower and after that I'm making you all some good food to replenish!" or one of the members is really sad/pissed so they just whip out their favorite dessert- Best part is no one knows where they got them Sanji skills from and they won't fucking tell smh 💀 the type of person to take 3 rotting bananas and give back a 5 star steak 😒 - 🤺

This kinda more like ended up being some of the League and their relationship with food + the whole master chef reader thingy. This was really fun to write so thanks, and this ended up being kinda long for HCs but I don’t care.

•Shigaraki is incredibly picky with his food, so you’re gonna have to accommodate that when you cook

•On the other hand it’s like, “You’ll eat what I make, I’m not making a whole nother meal just for you” and on the other hand it’s like “I’m not dealing with your complaints, what do you want to eat?”

•Shigaraki is the type who would live off chicken nuggets and frozen pizza if he was allowed to, but you keep him well fed and he actually really likes your cooking, even though he would never tell you that and he never asks for you to make it

•Dabi doesn’t really enjoy food, he just views eating as something he has to do to survive

•His sense of taste got all fucked back when he almost died and the food needs to be super spicy or strongly flavored for him to even taste it

•But you actually got him to sort of enjoy eating again, since you took note of his attitude towards food and his fucked up sense of taste and cooked accordingly

•You made him something that’s easy and fast to eat, but still tasty

•So now he just sometimes tells you to make him food like “Hey you twat, make me something to chew on”

•Toga loves  sweets and pastries and stuff even more than normal food, but we’re just talking about food for now so I’m gonna focus on that

•Toga is happy to taste whatever you make and she’ll certainly let you know her opinion

•She likes most of the stuff you make, but she can’t stand the stuff Dabi eats, it’s way too spicy for her

•If you give her a salad, she will douse it in salad dressing and put in some feta or something

•She’s usually the one who’s helping you get the groceries or helping you in the kitchen, though she can be a bit chaotic

•I know I’m playing on the whole lizard thing here, but Spinner actually really likes insects, like crickets and such, but that’s only because you introduced him to them when he pissed you off and you thought it would annoy him if you served him that

•He mostly lived off instant ramen or fast food before he joined the League because he was too busy gaming, but he has found a new appreciation for food when eating your cooking

•He’s also sometimes helping you with the groceries, but you would not send him or Toga to the store alone, because who knows what they’d bring back

•Twice will eat absolutely anything, and he will not complain, because he likes it all

•He’s easy to cheer up with just cooking for him, probably the easiest out off the bunch

•Everyone enjoys your cooking, but Dabi and Shigaraki n never tell you that, unlike Toga and Twice who are always singing your praise, even when they’ve got their mouths full of food

•You can see everyone’s reactions though, and even the two guys can’t always hide the fact that they’re happy to get something delicious to eat

[demonsandco]

I just saw you don't have anything with Barbatos, this is a crime /j /lh

So could I please request A, C, D, F, K, M, P, V and W from the smut alphabet with him? I know it's a lot, so please feel free to just pick the ones you want to do if it's too much!! I love your writing by the way, thank you for sharing it with us and I hope you have a wonderful day💖

Aaa thank you! I’m glad you enjoy my stuff!! I’m still a little unsure on how I want to portray Barb (considering he has such little screen time smh), but you cannot tell me this man isn’t secretly a slut (affectionate)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

As with everything, Barbatos’ first instinct after sex is to take care of his partner in any way he can. He’ll want to run them a bath, get them something to drink, and if it’s not too late he may even offer to make them a light snack, all the while completely ignoring his own needs. He wants to feel useful and productive, unused to properly relaxing or taking a break. Even if his muscles feel like jelly and his legs tremble with every step, he’ll still focus all his energy on serving them. Luckily, with how exhausted he tends to feel right after sex, it’s not too hard for them to convince him to just cuddle up and rest for once, their encouragement being more than enough to convince him to indulge for once.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

As much as Barb isn’t a fan of messiness, there's something about cumming on his partner that he finds immensely pleasing, being able to claim them in a primal way, without having to worry about lasting marks. He especially loves cumming all over their hands, watching it drip down to their wrists. He has no shame in cleaning it up for them, either, bringing their dirtied hands to his mouth and running his tongue over their palms, diligently sucking each finger clean individually, all while making direct eye contact with a lewd look on his face.

(cont under the cut)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

With how intensely private Barbatos is, the fact that he has an active sex life, or experience in general, could be a dirty secret on it’s own. Many believe that he’s married to his job, and even those that are close to him, rarely hear about the more private partners of his life. It’s not that he purposefully keeps his relationship a secret, but rather he just tends to blend into the background and he hardly ever feels the need to talk about himself. The amount of passion he has in the bedroom is surprising to say the least, considering how he carries himself in public.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Barbatos greatly enjoys stress positions, especially ones that involve restraints. His favorite would have to be kneeling, legs spread with his ankles tied to his thighs and his hands tied behind his back, forcing his spine to arch and leaving him exposed and helpless to his partner’s every whim. He knows that it’s rather out of the ordinary, and he definitely doesn’t expect every night with his partner to involve something like that, but he can’t help but crave the thrill that comes with that position, unable to move and not having to think, only having to hold still and letting them use his body as they wish.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Unsurprisingly, one of Barb's favorite kinks is bondage, either with ropes or delicate ribbons. It’s cathartic in a way, both tying up his partner and being restrained himself. He finds himself drawn to intricate knot patterns especially, enjoying the artistry and skill that comes with it. He could spend hours restraining them in an artful manner without getting tired of it. He’s even more fond of having them do the same to him, knowing that they put time and effort into learning different patterns for him, not being able to do anything but hold still as their hands slide over his body in such an intimate way. Every shift of his muscles or hitch of his breath causes the bonds to bite into his skin, pressing tightly in his most sensitive areas.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Despite having a fairly high libido, it’s actually incredibly difficult to turn Barbatos on without being outright sexual. He has an impressive amount of control, especially when he’s working, and no amount of flirtatious touches or whispered promises are enough to shatter his composure. If his partner really wants to have an effect on him, they need to be bold and direct.

The easiest way to do so is to follow him somewhere private, like an empty hallway or the kitchen, and be physical. Grab his hips and press up against his back, pin him against a wall or counter with their thigh between his legs, or pull him down for a kiss while tugging on his hair. They need to be quick, taking too much time will make him rush back to work and ruin their element of surprise, but the sudden affection is enough to steal his breath and leave him aching for more. Once they’ve managed to break his control, though, they’d better be prepared to not get much sleep that night, because he’ll be eager to follow through with their advances the moment he finishes his work for the day.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Barbatos tends to prefer a slower, passionate pace, every movement calculated and controlled to bring a specific amount of pleasure to his partner. It isn’t often that he has time to spare, so when he does, he wants to savor every moment he gets to spend with them, taking his time with their body and indulging his greedy side. He loves how desperate it makes them, his movements so slow that it’s practically torture, highly pleasurable, but just barely not enough to cum. He’ll drag on the moment for as long as he can, because he knows it’ll be a while before he can do it again.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Barbatos is naturally very quiet, his voice soft and soothing. He doesn’t speak much during sex, and when he does, his words are barely more than a whisper. At first, he’s completely silent, purposefully stifling his noises out of embarrassment, but even when he lets go, he never really gets loud. Most of his noises sound like gasps, and even his rarely heard moans are extremely breathy and desperate, much higher in tone than his regular voice. He has a habit of trying to muffle himself if he feels he’s getting too noisy, hiding his face in bed sheets or pillows and biting into the material, or bringing his hands up to his face to bite his knuckles, attempting to regain control of his voice.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Unlike most demons, Barbatos’ horns are actually very sensitive, to the point where the slightest touch is enough to send shivers down his spine. The little skeletal appendages function more like feelers or antennae, rather than weapons. While he’s distracted, they often move without him realising, shifting with his emotions and acting as an easy way for his partner to tell when he’s really enjoying something.

His tail isn’t anywhere near as sensitive, but it’s certainly a fun addition to the bedroom. He has very precise control of it, being able to move both tips independently with precision. It basically self lubricates, too, having a strange wet, almost gloopy and slippery texture, without ever leaving behind any residue to clean up. He’d be more than happy to use it on his partner, or himself, and show them exactly how skilled he is in controlling its movements.

[phoebe-delia]

Hello my Pheeby Deeby Pumpkin Squeezy. I am here to request song 2. I haven’t been here in so long it’s criminal smh

@written-in-ash, My darling, it would be my pleasure. This "peace" by Taylor Swift. It's a song that I *almost* used as the one from folklore in the TS Drarry series on AO3, but I went with tlgad because I wanted to include Wolfstar. But this song is so Draco it almost hurts.

I adore you more than words can express. Thank you for being there for me in late-night brainstorming, deep talks, absolutely nonsensical conversations, and times when we share a brain cell.

I love you, and I love writing for you. I hope you enjoy some break-up, make-up. <3

"Shut up."

"Excuse me?"

Draco ran a hand through his hair. "Just—before you say anything, before you send me away, just shut up and listen to me."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "A lot of nerve coming from the man who I haven't heard from in three weeks since he stormed out of here."

"Yeah," Draco cringed. "That's what I was hoping to discuss. Can I come in?"

"Are you going to break my vase again?"

"In my defense, you'd cheated on me."

"No, I didn't."

"No, you didn't, but I thought you had. And that's why I broke your vase. I'm sorry, I'll buy you a new one, where did you get it?"

"It was a priceless family heirloom, actually."

Draco paled. "Really?"

"No, it was ten galleons. I just wanted to see you squirm."

"Now you've had your fun, can I come in, please?"

"Fine," Harry said, stepping aside to let Draco past him.

Draco walked to the middle of the room, letting his eyes roam over the flat, looking for any changes Harry'd made in his absence. It all seemed to be the same, except—

"You got rid of the cactus I bought you?"

Harry snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "That's what you want to talk about now?"

"Right," Draco sighed. "Here goes. I'm sorry, Harry."

"That's a pretty good start."

"I wasn't done."

"I should hope not."

Draco refrained from glaring at him. "Harry, I'm...you see, I can be a bit of a coward, and sometimes my fear is expressed through acts of angry impulsivity that end up more self-destructive than anything else."

"Yeah, I've gathered that."

"Yes, I know. And anyway, I'm not the easiest person to live with. To be with. I can be...prickly and demanding. I don't deal with rejection very well, and I have a tendency to hide or lash out when I feel threatened."

"I know, Draco," Harry's tone was softer, now. "I knew that before you left, and I know that now."

"Just let me finish. I'm also loyal. And I'm giving. And I like taking care of the people I care about. And I'm actually pretty trusting, almost as much as I am trustworthy—with the right people, of course. And when I thought you'd cheated on me—"

"Which, I want to clarify again: that was Hermione's lipstick from when she and Ron stayed over during their house renovations."

"Yes, I know that now. When I'd mistakenly thought that you'd cheated on me, I ran away. Not just because I'd been hurt, but because it confirmed to me that I'm..." Draco trailed off, shutting his eyes and bracing himself before he said the part of the speech he hadn't been able to say aloud during his many rehearsals. "I'm not good enough for you." It was a whisper, but Harry heard it, and that's what mattered.

"Draco please," Harry's voice was thick. "You were always enough for me—always."

"Okay," Draco exhaled. "I hear that, and I want to believe it. Just—Gods I hate this but, every now and then, when I get...you know...will you..."

Harry nodded. "I can do that, now that I know the signs. But if I don't see it right away, or if you have doubts about me or us, please come and talk to me before jumping to conclusions, okay? If this is going to work, we have to give each other the benefit of the doubt until we figure it out—together, Draco."

The anxiety, the tightly-coiled tension Draco'd been carrying for three weeks left his body in a wave, the relief of it nearly making his knees buckle. His eyes watered with unshed tears, and he sniffed as Harry closed the distance, wrapping Draco in his arms.

He clung to Harry like a lifeline, burying his head in the warm, spicy-scented crook of Harry's neck. Draco let the tears fall silently from his closed eyelids like the remnants of raindrops on a windowpane after a storm. Harry pulled back far enough to kiss the wetness from Draco's cheeks, cradling his head in his calloused hand.

"Harry, I'm so sorry. I don't know how you can forgive me."

"But I do. It's easy to forgive when it's worth it. And you—" Harry said, looking earnestly into Draco's eyes, "you're worth it every time."

I have a playlist of my 99 most listened-to songs of the year so far. Pick a number 1--99 and send me an ask and I'll write you a fic based on it!

[bibbykins]

(TW: MENTIONS OF ASSAULT)

Okay, let me breath for a second bc this chapter was a ROLLER COASTER.

I'll start with the easiest thing to digest, the car scene with Tae and Namjoon, GODDAMN, tae is completely whipped and really has a hard time not giving Bunny what she wants (thank god bc I hate edging sm, pls just get to it lmao) and Namjoon living his housewife fantasies at the fullest, GOOD FOR HIM🗣️, the smut was surprisingly enough the lightest aspect of this chapter but it wasn't overshadowed or unnecessary at all, it really balanced the chapter out specially being in the middle of it (after finding out some big things but not before the confrontation at the end of this chapter), that was a great thing to do, you're amazing!

Second of all, I really pride myself onto catching what twist will happen in a story that I'm invested, but let me tell you something, I seriously did NOT see the guys being behind bunny moving in with them, Jungkook surprised me with being involved on her assault and knowing her for over a year, but the rest? Holy shit, I really wasn't expecting it at all, I'm so amazed with being hit by a twist like that, it was great!, and Jin knowing (AND BEING FRIENDS) with Bunny's assaulter? I was so mad like this can't be happening to her, but I trust that Jungkook is going to help see things clearly for everyone (He was such in a protective mood on this chapter I kinda fell in love a little lmao) for me he was the true star of this chapter, even if he's not the best with emotions or affection, he handled everything really good and was bunny's support throughout the entire chapter and it was sweet, we love a possessive, intimidating af but a softie on the inside man in this household ☺️💕

Jungyoon's audacity keeps surprising me to this day, smh should've just let Jungkook go Maddy Perez on his ass, but I'm so happy that bunny stood up for herself! My bb is growing and I can't be more excited about it, she's finally voicing out what she wants and I feel like a proud mother lol, I honestly thought I would be scared of the boys now but it's been non threatening yandere so far so we love to see it hehe

This chapter was amazing! Thank you sm for the double update, can't wait to see what happens after that dinner, love you💕💕💕

That chapter rlly gave no one a chance to breathe rip lol

Also thank you!!! I was so worried the car scene would be awkward just thrown in there so I'm glad its purpose came across and yess!!! Taehyung and Namjoon absolutely worship her and now they can openly admit how obsessed they are? Heaven for them tbh

Also eeeee I've never done a twist rlly let a longe a several in one chapter, so I'm so glad they are sticking the landing lmaoooo. Also yeah Jin just bringing over Mr. Woo was such a gut punch and when he finds out... OOF.

Omg yes Jungkook ate this chapter. He adores Bunny and 100% puts her before his urge to go insane on people. LMAO NOT MADDY PEREZ but no def if Bunny gave him the green light Jungyoon would go down like a sack of potatoes. But yes Bunny is finding her voice and ugh I love it!!!!

Also yeah the boys are scary but never to their darling and it's such a blast to write! Thank you for gushing about this chapter with me bb ily!!!

[marvelsimp]

THE NEW KID: Leaving

Ch. 1

The New Kid Masterlist

-This is going to be a series so I’m going to do my best so that you may read it in any order.  Also, I’m going to apologize in advance for my writing, any tips are appreciated. 

Pairing: Peter x Lesbian!reader (Platonic duh)

Genre: ANGST, fluff

Warnings: Homophobia (being kicked out), mentions of death, vague mention of suicide, general angst, swearing (I swear fuck is like the only one I know smh)

Description: Reader gets kicked out by her homophobic parents, Peter invites her to stay with him, and reader reflects on her and Peter’s relationship.  

-Takes place after far from home and Gamora, Vision, Loki, Heimdall, Nat, and Tony are still alive, Steve didn’t leave, and Mysterio didn’t reveal Peter as Spiderman. (aka my dream MCU)

Reader’s Powers: Healer, telepath, and empath.

Word Count: 2,350 

“You can stay the night but, in the morning, you have to leave” You could feel it all, the disgust, the anger, the sadness. Every bit of what they were feeling was being thrown at you.  You didn’t even get to tell them about your powers.  You thought that maybe they would understand that maybe they would love you enough… but they didn’t.  You were in shock; your parents were throwing you out because you like girls.  You made your way back to your room to pack the essentials and figure out where you would go. Peter. He had told you before that if this happed or if you ever needed to you could stay with him.

(Y/n): Does the offer still stand

Peter: you told them?

(Y/n): yeah… theyre kicking me out 

Peter: Im so sorry

     You and Peter first met through Instagram almost a year ago.  He posted some picture of him and Ned posing with a LEGO model of the Death Star. You decided you had nothing to lose so you messaged him.  That was that easiest friend you had ever made, and he was the only friend you had now.  

You got to know each other over the months, you would text and facetime, sometimes you would play Minecraft or Animal Crossing or whatever game you both had your hands on. You would talk for hours about Star Wars, video games, and even The Avengers.  It was amazing. Then you told him.

“I’m gay”

He looked shocked at first, which scared you a little, then his shocked expression morphed into a grin.

“Now, I have someone else I can talk about girls to.”

You laughed tears forming in your eyes. You felt a huge weight come off your chest.  He told you about MJ and how he planned to ask her out during the trip to Europe. You told him about your huge crush on Captain Marvel and it was perfect. You had someone who loved you for you and didn’t want anything more or less, someone you could tell everything to.

* * * * *

     “Oh my god,” you thought to yourself as you put it altogether.  You felt like you were going to faint or throw up or both.

Night monkey on tv had the same powers as spiderman, spiderman was from New York, and Peter was from New York…  The late nights, the weird bruises, and cuts, injures; him suddenly having to leave out of nowhere. Every bit of it made sense.  Peter Parker is Spider-Man. Your best friend is fucking Spider-Man.

At first you were shocked, then you were excited, then you were scared. You rushed to your phone to call him. You dialed his number and nothing... no answer. That’s when the panic started. 

(Y/n): Are you okay?

There was no answer for minutes then hours. You were really panicking now, he usually texted back within ten minutes, but it was now six hours later. 

(Y/n): I saw what happened are you ok

(Y/n): Pete youre scaring me please text me

You couldn’t sleep or eat or do anything, all you could think about was him.  Is he alive? Is he injured? Did he lose his phone? These thoughts swirled in your head; you couldn’t breathe.  Finally, fifteen hours later you heard a ding.

Peter: Im ok my phone died

(Y/n): Can you call me

Peter: Sorry Im getting on the plane to head home can I call you then?

(Y/n): yeah

Your panic calmed and you felt like you could breathe again but the fear and the anger were still there.  You were furious not that he didn’t tell you, you couldn’t care less about that there were still plenty of things that you hadn’t told him yet.  But you were furious at the universe, that your friend could die, that your friend could be taken away again.  That you could lose that person that helped keep you stable, help keep you grounded.  You couldn’t lose someone like that again, the last one almost killed you and losing Peter would destroy you.

Ten hours later he FaceTimed you.

“Hey, sorry about not answering.  My phone died and all this stuff happened and- “

“Are you Spider-Man?” 

“Wh-what?” He was shocked, another one of his friends figured it out. He couldn’t believe it.

“Are. You. Spider-Man.” You replied bluntly with your brows furrowed. You could barely keep the tears from flowing out.

He let out a sigh shaking his head, seeing no reason to lie so he nodded, “Yeah.”

“Are you okay?” you breathed out. 

He looked up back at the screen confused, “Y-yeah I’m okay. I have a few scratches but nothing bad.”

“You could’ve died,” you grunted as your breath began to pick up.

“I’m okay Y/n. It’s ok,” he looked at you confused but mostly concerned because you were usually level.  You tried your best to hide your negative emotions from others, so he only ever saw you smiling.

“NO! No, it’s not okay! You could’ve died. I could’ve lost you; I could’ve lost my best friend AGAIN. Two best friends in two years. I barely survived when she… I-I don’t even know what would happen if I lost you, too!” You were crying, you didn’t even notice, you didn’t even care.

He froze, not knowing what to say not knowing what to do.  He just looked at you. He didn’t know that you never talked about your friends, he assumed you had them. He just thought you would open up when you were ready, but he never predicted this.

“Y/n, I-I’m okay. I’m alive and I am safe. I promise you that- that I’m going to be okay.” He just stared at the screen again. “Do you… want to talk about her.”

“You would’ve liked her,” you smiled while the tears were still streaming down your face.  “Ava was the most stubborn person on the planet.  She was kind… and talented… she was so smart… she wanted to go and help animals that are going extinct. She was my everything... and then she… she was gone.” You sobbed uncontrollably, not even stopping to breathe.

You’d never cried for her before, when you had found out it destroyed you.  You were numb to everything, but you hid it with a smile always saying you were fine.  Then you met Peter, he saved you and he didn’t even know it.  He helped you feel ok again.  He helped you feel alive again instead of a walking corpse.

“Y/n, you need to breathe.” You heard through the phone that was now lying on the bed as you continued to sob. “Please, just breathe.”

All that he wanted to do was hold you and comfort you, he knew what it felt like to lose someone. He knew that pain and wanted to help you but all he could do was talk and listen so that’s what he did.

You collected yourself, it took a while, but you did it.  “I’m breathing,” you said letting out a slight chuckle.

“What do you need me to do?” he asked with worried eyes.

“Will you- could you just stay with me, till I fall asleep?”

“Of course.”

      You called him the next day asking about Spider-Man.  You asked how his powers worked, how long he had them, how his web shooters worked and how he made them, you even asked if the Start Internship was really just¬¬¬ him being Spider-Man. He answered every question you had and then some.

“Um, I have something to confess,” you said nervously, “I have…powers, too.” 

‘WHAT,” he screamed from excitement while jumping out of his chair.  “You have powers, too,” he said with wide eyes and a huge grin.

You went on to explain your powers of telepathy, healing, and empathy.  You told him as much as you knew about them and how you didn’t know their limits yet.  He just listened and grinned at every word you said.  

“Can I tell Mr. Stark about you powers?”

“What?!?!”

“I already talk about you enough to him.  Can I tell him about you powers? He might be able to make you something to help you.”

“You talk about me to Tony fucking Stark?!?!?”

“Yeah, you’re my best friend. Of course, I talk about you. So, can I tell him.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You can tell IRON MAN about my powers.”

     Life went on from there, you continued to talk to him like normal.  Nothing had come up from him telling Stark about your powers or at least nothing yet.  You had grown closer and you would talk about when you had a bad day, and he would tell you about his friendly neighborhood adventures.  Then Christmas came and a few days later you deiced to come out to your parents…

* * * * * * 

      Next thing you knew you were on a plane headed to New York then you were in a taxi headed to Peter’s apartment.  You couldn’t stop thinking about how they felt: disgust, anger, and greatest of all sadness.  You felt this relief of finally being able to be your self but also the terrible pain of your parents abandoning you.  You somehow made it through the plane and the taxi without crying.

Then there he was standing outside of your taxi, smiling with sad eyes. He quickly got your suitcase out of the trunk while you got out of taxi and put on your backpack.  When the taxi drove away you both just stood there for a moment, neither of you knowing exactly what to say or do. There was a rush of emotions from both of you: happiness, excitement, and most of all sadness.  Peter was mourning with you.

He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your body in a tight, welcomed embrace.  It was then when tears streamed down your face. You sobbed into his shoulder and neck for what seemed like days.  Then he pulled away, “Let’s go inside.” 

When he opened the door there was Aunt May, the only interactions you had with her where quick hellos or stupid jokes you told her about Peter.  So, it was nice to actually meet her.  She gave you a soft hug as soon as you came in the door.

“Thank you so much for letting me stay here,” you said pulling out of the hug.  “I promise I will pull my weight and get a job as soon as I can.”

“Of course, sweetheart, all of Peter’s friends are welcome here and don’t worry about that right now we can talk about it in a few weeks. For now, you guys do what you want, and I got some work I gotta do so I will see guys in a few hours.” She gave your hand a squeeze, grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

You put your backpack on the couch, what was going to be your bed for a little while and sat down putting your face in your hands.  Peter put your suitcase up against the wall, then he sat down next to you putting his hand on your back.  

“I’m so sorry, y/n.”

You started to sob again. Peter just wrapped his arms around you pulling you into his chest.  You cried and cried and cried.  Eventually you fell asleep.

     The next few days were rough for you.  The first two were full of tears and crying but also full of laughing and smiling. The third day you were there was New Years Eve, Peter asked you if you wanted to go to see the ball drop, you declined.  You told him the large crowd would probably overwhelm your powers and that some alone time would be nice.  Peter understood so he went with MJ and Ned while Aunt May went to a party.  

It was nice to be alone.  You cried again but for most of the night you just laid there thinking of everything and thinking of nothing.  You were worn out and fell asleep before the clock struck twelve.

You woke up early the next day, which was a little weird, but it was nice.  When peter woke up, he deiced to show you around.  He didn’t show you the big touristy places, but he showed you where he would watch for thieves, where he got sandwiches, or donuts, or ice cream.  You just enjoyed the day doing nothing important at all.  

The day after that he invited MJ and Ned over.  You had never talked to them much less met them.  You were nervous and excited so Peter eased your fears and told you that, “They will love you.”  And they did, it went amazingly.  They were both huge nerds just like you and Peter.  Ned was loud and very vocal; his laugh could shake the world.  MJ on the other hand was quiet, only speaking up when she felt it was needed.  She was a lot like you, but she didn’t hide behind smiles like you did, she showed everything she felt even if it wasn’t very loudly. You got why Peter liked her, they fit like a glove.  

Most of the night was filled with laughter and smiling.  You played video games, board games, harassed Peter, and overall had a nice time.  A few times you could’ve sworn you felt a pinch of jealousy from MJ, which brought you some comfort and reassurance towards Peter.  It meant that he hadn’t outed you to MJ which you appreciated.  You felt comfortable and safe for once, you didn’t feel afraid to talk about whatever for once.  They left right before midnight, both with smiles on their faces as they did.

“We gotta go to bed,” Peter grinned. “I got some big plans for your birthday tomorrow.”

You had forgotten, tomorrow’s your birthday, you’re turning seventeen.  You nodded and smiled at him.  You were tempted to read his mind and find out what the surprise was but decided it might be better to just go along with it.  So, you changed into your PJ’s and fell asleep on Peter’s couch.

Next Chapter

Arriving

[certifiedceraunophile]

Hi! A fan of your writing here. I just love the way you write Caroline. An Avoidable Heart is my comfort fic and I am constantly in awe with the way you write and craft the dynamics in that story. Caroline's inner monologue is just priceless and God! I just love that intro scene where Caroline is walking into the Mikaelson compound with vampires and hybrids in the surrounding ready to pounce on her.

I would love to hear how you would have visualized Caroline crossing over into TO or not? Like in what season and why? How it would have likely gone?

Thank you!

First of all lovely anon gimme a moment to breathe, asdfghjkl why are people so lovely 😭😭🥺✨ It means sooo much to me that you’d take the time to jump into my inbox and send these kind words, like please I’m not worthyyyyy, But you make me smile and feel really freaking warm so *handcuffs your hand to mine* you aint leaving 💖✨💞🙃

But OK ALSO oh my god dude THAT CAROLINE WALTZS INTO THE COMPOUND AND TAKES ON A COUPLE HUNDRED VAMPIRES BY HERSELF SCENE???? Ughhhhh I’m sorry but I have SUCH a boner for Caroline in that, like my badass -I admit kinda op- QUEEN IS HERE and she’s fucking shit up, I’m sorry but I love that scene so much it’s so dear to me I was killing myself over how self-indulgent and grossly Over powered Caroline is but like idgaf man it’s such a hot scene and Caroline is practically invincible and we just love to see that, so seriously lovely anon, you telling me you LOVE that scene??? Puts the biggest smile on my face and reassures me a LOT bc I was whining and cribbing over how absolutely unbalanced that scene is to literally everyone BUT LIKE YOU JUMPING OUT OF NOWHERE and pointing that exact scene UGHH…...meant to fucking be the both of us 💖💞✨

And ALSO Caroline’s monologue is quite honestly the easiest inner monologue out of the three voices I wrote for that work, Klaus’s is the real pain in the ass tbvh like it is NOT easy writing pretentious besotted losers with a Kardashian complex especially when you need to make them sound cool when they’re the lamest OP dude bros to ever exist - and no I don’t hate Klaus although I seem to try my darndest to convince ppl I do- I just personally believe that a feral fucker like that with a thousand years of existence under his belt can grow a pair and graduate from his kindergarten level of emotional maturity to adult sometime soon, But then on the flipside he’s so grossly adorkably smitten and feral for Caroline plus hella horny for her all the time that its usually easy to write the trashed and devoted idiot he is into something pretentious and powerful and potent when relating to his unflappable arrogance and his narcissism, but sometimes I also need him to be *deep* and ffs profound for the sake of the plot and jfc my muse just wont work with me on that, she’s like I’m sorry I’m not about to bust my ass to make this mongrel intelligible like no sir all I wanna do is make him uncomfortably horny for Caroline and leave him like that.

So smh yeah the struggle is real….but lmao Caroline is just so precious and fiercely protective and just so achingly lonely in that story, so desperate for connection and trust and intimacy yet so guarded and impervious to everyone like it hurts me to write her like that but it really challenges me as an author to balance out her inherent light with the “void” I create in her and through her, so yeah it’s a very fulfilling task and I wouldnt change it one bit, and also I had to balance out her physical op-ness w half a millennium of the ugliest emotional trauma lol so I guess that figures, but the point being….once again I am overjoyed knowing that you liked a facet of the story that I tried so hard to make as authentically Caroline and achingly real and moving as I can and I cannot possibly feel more accomplished than rn for it so ty ty ty ty for reaching out to me and telling me *tackle hugs* It makes me GIDDY knowing that you enjoyed that particular part of the story like ugh stab me please you're too sweet.

And ok NOW, coming to The Originals part of the ask, (also please note that when I say TO headcanon; Hope does not exist, Hayley is a dead in a ditch and ofc Klaus will stop being that lil bitch they tried to pawn off as Klaus in TO) 

HEADCANON 1

Honestly my biggest headcanon when it comes to TO crossovers somehow always include non-humanity!Caroline like it’s just so perfect to me?? The opportunity to make shit BLOW UP b/w them like imagine the DEBAUCHERY, the heat, the SEXUAL TENSION, the repression of one Klaus Mikaelson, the EXPLORATIONS, and omg the role reversal when Klaus has to be the voice of moral reason between them and not bc he believes Caroline would not be able to stand herself if she does something heinous and monstrous but bc he wants her to be completely and utterly herself, and yk *aware*, when she DECIMATES ppl to the ground and is in full-on predator mode, like he wants her monster to come out and play with him when no part of Caroline is locked away or suppressed, so obviously when she is w/o her humanity KLAUS exercises restraint on her behalf, like can you imagine that, Klaus restraining himself and being the vague, extremely broken and just largely inaccurate moral compass between the two of them for ALL the wrong reasons- and the entirety of NOLA just standing there watching him herd this baby vampire who seems to be intent on riling him up and angering him when all she is doing is giving him a massive hybrid hard on, like IMAGINE THE GOODNESS of non-humanity Caroline wrecking NOLA and Klaus letting her wreck it bc he is helpless in the face of Caroline Forbes and also bc he is quite honestly *enjoying* the debauchery himself so why put a damper on the festivities.

-I might wanna add that I favour this headcanon a lot bc I genuinely do not even remotely *like* the idea of NOLA as Klaus's chosen place to set his roots so like I would love Caroline going to NOLA and destroying everything there just bc I detest NOLA and the storyline behind it in TO. (yes is it petty? Obvi, but like I am a petty soul and I make no apologies ma’am)

HEADCANON 2

So yeah that’s my main TO headcanon, but my other one being, one I talk about very frequently, scream about in tag rants to an obsessive level, and like this is a cracky one but still very valid, where Caroline rolls up to NOLA humanity intact and all, finds Hayley preggo and is just laughing her fucking ass off bc anybody ANYBODY, with half a brain and a two minute convo w klaus would know how UTTERLY stupid the entire baby shit is especially when it’s with an immemorable one night stand, and Caroline’s just losing her shit about how like an entire city is obssessed w this baby and she just straight up tells Klaus he’d SUCK as a dad (which he really does tho like he was a shitty fucking dad canonically too) and Klaus is just like *sigh* girl tell me about it. I mean basically he’s finally relieved that someone is on his side about the whole baby thing and how he definitely does not want his entire millennium of life to finally sum up to this one squalling leaking stinky infant/unicorn Hayley is apparently baking in her oven, and I say this headcanon is cracky bc klaus would never have put up w this mess long enough for Caroline to come in and sort it out, there’s this preferred method of disposal of his called heart ripping that would've been employed quite early on and honestly saved us all a lot of brain cells and minused years of life, bc let’s be real any Klaus who’s NOT a lil snivelling bitch wearing a Klaus skinsuit would’ve yeeted the baby and the mama first chance he got, and that’s just how I see it.

Lmao I really hope I didnt scare you away w my *strong* opinions Ik they can be a bit much but I enjoy having them so theyre not going anywhere, anyways this ask answer got WAYYYY too long but I’m hoping I answered your question well with this or atleast left you slightly confused and bemused over my feral screaming....either ways I’m really really really happy to have got your ask and the chance to rant so much bs, Twas cathartic and honestly I had nothing to do today so I was more than happy to dish this baby out for you. Thank you so much sweet anon for putting a smile on my face today I am absolutely HONOURED by your words you’sa cutie 💖💞✨🗣🗣

[sugasugawarau]

200 milestone

This blog hit 200 during my semi-hiatus and I neglected to post this after because I still had matchups for my 100 and the mlist for Table for Two was posted meaning I’m a lil late 😹👍 but I do want to take the time to properly thank each and every one of you for sticking around!! Your support means the world to me I love u all 🥺💕 As a thank you, I’ll be doing matchups again and a lil smth to do with self-ships; read more about and join the event here!

From my previous milestone to now, I’ve also had the amazing opportunity to get to know more people so I want to take the time to thank some of my mutuals since I’m most likely going to be rlly bad at replying to messages and checking up on your posts with school starting up :,) (VERY lengthy hence read more)

— to the biggest lo5ers ik!

@kbh-ton; HAHA I bet you didn’t expect to be called out since you only use Tumblr for reblogging but here we are, bbq sauce on my (.)(.) 😍Just wanted to say that aside from being an amazing friend since grade 4 (except for when you bully me stop trying to kin Tsukishima so hard smh), I am immensely grateful for your support for all the dumb shit I do online and offering your thotz on a lot of my headcanons and other shit too because you’d think witnessing the bs I do irl would be enough to last you a lifetime 😹🤟 Ily and message me on ig or discord when u see this pp

And thanks to my other irl friends Emma (who doesn’t have Tumblr) and Yoshi (who doesn’t watch Haikyuu - lame ik 👎 - but has Tumblr and posts sexc art so check him out but don’t tell him I sent u or anything!! @/ashr00m) for not really knowing what I do here but being supportive nonetheless and inspiring a LOT of my text scenarios and being my best friends or whateveuh 👁👅👁 I’ll text them a proprer thank you in the gc and remind them that I love them too because it’s soft on main hrs too apparently 🙀

— to my wifeys (poly 🥰)

@tendouthighs; Codie, you were my first friend on tumblr and I want to take the time to thank you for posting that you were open to making friends here because without that I might not have ever gotten the courage to slide into your dms 🙈 You always brighten my day and your text scenarios are EVERYTHING, ily lovely! 💜

@pyblos; Lyra, you’re the Iwaizumi to my Oikawa, my wife in our very extensive reverse harem, and have been one of the most prominent people during my weird tumblr journey. You’ve been here since the early days of my blog and have been a constant source of love and support, I’m so glad to have met you and you’re so talented!! 😚💕(even if u bring out the 🔪 every once in a while HAHA) ilysm bb 🤍

@yeskoushi; Shan my babygork 😻🥺 we may have only started interacting recently but you’re so funny, kind, and talented. Not only is your writing top tier, your entire blog is pretty too just like you (insert the ur so sexy aha ha ha meme face here🥴) Never hesitate to reach out to me okay? Sending you good luck for sch and ily and imy 😿💕

— to my beautiful bbs!

@sneezefiction; Gracie, words can’t begin to describe how beautiful you are inside and out. Ilysm, I’m in awe with all you do - your fics and headcanons always make me soft, as if I’m being enveloped in a warm hug :,)) Thank you for also being here since my blog’s early days and most importantly for being you, and I’m so happy we met 💙

@baeshijima; Sophie!! We’ve only recently started talking as well but ilysm 🥰 I can’t thank you enough for being such a blessing and always remember that you deserve all of the kindness you give out x1000! I hope we get to know each other better and make sure you’re taking care of yourself 🥺💖

@heyhinata; Cal bb we also have only started interacting recently but omg ily and would fight anyone and anything for you, you’re so precious and funny how do you do it 😾💕 I’m vv glad we met and I’m so excited for your future works!!

@astereim; Rein, Mareina supremacy amirite 😼 SHFJAKDJ okay but honestly you’ve been one of the easiest people to talk to right from the start and also your writing is i m m a c u l a t e, I admire your characterization and dialogue sm and ily :,) 💙

@softforsaeko; Joy, ily ❤️ and I still don’t know how you can perfectly embody the word joy. Every time I see you on my dash I let out the most obnoxious cackles because you’re HILARIOUS (Fun fact my irl who has tumblr says that he’s also started immediately thinking of you when he sees Saeko, can’t wait for you guys to get married!!)

@agaassi @visaintes @miki-snake @drabblily @oii-sugasan @lcnelyinthesky @bearri-main @ranojiroa-san @ukaiscigarette @strawberrii-milktea @murdereddaydreams @keichan @bellesowl @fvrcore @noya-sannnn

I was scared to talk in the server when I first joined (I’m a pussy ik 😿) but I can say with confidence that I don’t regret it because I got to meet all of you wonderful and talented people. To everyone I’ve had the chance to talk to, thank you for making me laugh sm and ily!! And to everyone else in the server I haven’t interacted with yet, ilyt you’re all so sweet and I hope to get to know you better in the future 🤍

And thank you to @inloveinc @sa-suga @tsukkiscookies @cherryonigiri @oikawas-wh-re @tsuumu @haijme @honeykaashi @mirajanestrauss1999 @tris-does-stuff @sunnsflower @sleepykarabou @ksyescribe I hope we can to get to know each other better as well, ily, and please make sure you’re taking care of your beautiful + talented selves <3 This all applies to my new mutuals too !!

— to my inspirations!

@90s-belladonna @the-broken-halo-writer @indigohitoshi; Aixa, Corey and Issa, all three of you inspired me to make my own blog with your SMAUs and written works 🥺 I would like to thank you all sm for sharing your works and know that you’re all amazing !!💕

@sugardaddykenma @hina-wit-da-glock; Lin and Lola, I’m still dumbfounded that you both follow me tbh LMAO. You were both some of the first haikyuu blogs I followed and you always crack me up with your posts, rlly some of the coolest people on here. I adore you and wishing you the best in everything you do! 🥰

[hvlfwygod]

ok hear me out graves and gab ship meme

🔮👻🎴GRAVINESI? UDINAVES? GABERON?🎴👻🔮

Who is more aggressive in bed?- hmmmmmm.... i think they could both encourage each other 😙

Lights on or off?- technically on but NOT the overhead light. lamps, candles, some twinkly lights, a lava lamp??? shadow-y low light baby

Who does what chores?- gabriele will clean the living room because everything in his home has a Place and graves better not move it while he dusts or something. graves can do things like vacuum and clean the bathroom and stuff. gab is also willing to cook but he often forgets and would make them dinner at like 9pm, so maybe they can trade off of taking care of food and the other will do the dishes

Who gets babied when they’re sick?- it’s gab he can and will be Dramatic af

Who makes breakfast?- gab doesn’t really Do breakfast (italians smh) so he’ll just always have croissants and breakfast pastries at hand, sometimes graves will get up and make them or buy them something :~)

Where would they go on their honeymoon?- tour of Africa babyeeee, they hit up all the huge historical cities and gab can go leave an offering to his goddess and they can get into spiritualism and do Every outdoor activity they come across

What are their quirks while sleeping?- i feel like they both sleep like Rocks and fall asleep pretty fast so they’d have like 5 seconds of pillow talk before they conk out

What is their favorite activity as a family?- morning (or evening) runs, going on hikes, group tarot readings where they pool like three decks together and see what it tells them

Who is the stricter parent?- oh god, uhhh probably gabriele but that’s only relative, he’d still be chill along with graves

Who would be the big spoon?- graves :~) except sometimes gab will want to hold him too

Who would wake up first?- idk graves’ sleep schedule adlkjsf but probably gab he doesn’t need a lot of sleep

Do they have nicknames for each other?- tbh i feel like they’d mostly use each other’s names (they are nicknames already after all) but every now and then when gab is feeling Spicy he’ll break out some italian pet names

What happened when they met each other’s parents?- tbh i feel like both families would adore the other, they’d all get along and gab’s dads would fly the graves family out to italy 

How do they apologize after an argument?- gab sometimes can get a little short and condescending but he rarely ever yells, so he’d be able to talk and apologize p fast. tbh i don’t think they’d ever let it escalate i think they’d be really good communicators in that regard. gab would know that graves can shut down a bit at conflict so he’d give space and not be too confrontational bc he doesn’t like to do that either. i think they’d be able to make up v fast and never go to bed mad 😌

What would they be like as parents?- they sign the kids up for every sport until one sticks, they are constantly going on day trips and family outings, they teach the kids tarot very young and tell them to charge their classmates asdfkjadf

Who is the better cook?- does graves cook? gab is pretty good so i’m gonna say him correct me if i’m wrong asdfkjasf

Who is more romantic?- in a classic sense it’s gab, he’ll write love notes and brag about his man and pamper graves, but i think graves is the more touchy-feely one and does a lot of little things for gab so it evens out

What sort of gifts do they get for each other?- gab is always finding new clothes for graves lol, graves i think saves up for bigger presents. i don’t see them as big gift-givers just bc they’d express their feelings in different ways

Who gets jealous easiest?- oooohhh.... graves

Who gets more excited for events? (e.g. birthdays, christmas…etc)- hmmm i think graves, gab doesn’t mind events but he wouldn’t be upset about missing any, wheras i think graves is soooo social and needs to be around people more often

Who is the most adventurous?- they can both be creatures of habit but they still manage adventures with a combo of gab thinking about wanting to try something new and graves actually figuring out where to go 

Who is the most protective?- gab is protective but he thinks graves can handle himself most of the time so he’s more verbally sticking up for him. graves is the more physically protective one who will feel bad but still fuck u up

What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?- graves and gab form an unlikely bond over social media. they met on a forum or something and just slowly started messaging every single day until one day they were both like “man..... i like you”

Song to sum them up?- i.....dk lol i’ll take suggestions

[xiaosmoon]

hi hello congrats for 100 followers!! <3 and would like to request a matchup!

- i use he/they pronouns (i'm afab), my zodiac sign is taurus (with cancer moon and scorpio rising) and my mbti is intp (at least from what people say)

- i would for sure use catalyst, it seems like the easiest weapon to use and given my poor health condition i'm not sure if i would be able to use a sword or anything like that lol

- i like photography&writing, flowers, my favorite time of the day is night and i enjoy watching both sunshines and sunrises!

- there's not exactly a lot of things i dislike... i'm very picky with food though, stupid issues with textures smh. and also hot weather. and big changes.

- at first i often look uninterested and bored but if someone manages to catch my interest then it turns out that im... actually nice! and i enjoy having fun! i joke a lot, im pretty creative, im also really stubborn and won't let people change my mind very easily– i can be also pretty straightfoward when needed. however, despite not liking big changes i often seek for them which leads to me getting bored of things around me, so it surely would be a problem when it comes to getting together with someone. i dont like feeling tied up to anything and always want to have full freedom and control over my own life, without always having to stick to old things so... yup, it might be a problem

- i have bigger preference for male characters! but i wont really mind getting paired with female! also feel free to skip this request if you dont have motivation!! good luck with writing <3

u are so kind 😭

your vision & s/o would be...

kaeya

vision: hydro

for your first date, you guys would watch the sunset together!

you would guys would crash a gas station for some snacks and beverages and find a high quite point to watch the sunset together!

it would be such a cute idea, talking about everything and anything while eating snacks

i mean who doesn't wanna listen to kaeya talk

as a couple, you guys would have tons of fun together! you both joke and tease each other a lot which often turn into tickle wars

kaeya always wins, but you're determined to get him one day

i feel like kaeya is quite a jealous person, but he would 110% let you have all the freedom in the world

he would feel awful if he knew that you were feeling tied down because of him

often calls you a bird because you were born to fly

overall, you guys would make a fun couple! one that i would love to hangout w bc i wouldn't feel like i'm third wheeling!

[fukurodaze]

haikyuu!! third gym squad taking the ib diploma programme

ok... my friend and i got rlly stressed the other day and made headcanons for these guys if they were to take classes in the ib... it’s like a levels but like... a bit more death!

for my ib diploma folks you can just hop on over and read what i’ve hc’d but for my non-ib folks, lemme give you a bit of an introduction to the ib diploma programme.

characters included: bokuto koutarou, kuroo tetsurou, akaashi keiji, tsukishima kei, haiba lev, hinata shouyou

THE IB DIPLOMA PROGRAMME is a rigorous two-year pre-college program in your last two years of high school. a full programme consists of one class from each of the six required groups (totalling to 6 classes), which are G1 - first language; G2 - second language; G3 - social sciences; G4 - natural sciences; G5 - mathematics; and G6 - arts (though, arts is optional, and can be switched out with another subject from G3 or G4).

within these six courses, students are required to take at least three high-level (HL) courses and three standard level courses (SL), but some students may take four HL courses and have two SL courses (kind of a rough one tho). 

just to note: there’s two types of math courses - applications and interpretations (Math AI) and analysis and approaches (Math AA). MAA courses are known to be harder than MAI courses because students do more theory work and have non-calculator sections in exams, unlike MAI courses where calculators are required for every exam. also, it is possible for a person to take IB courses instead of the full diploma programme, but i’m not very well acquainted with that variation of the IB programme so we’re just going to assume all the boys got 6 courses.

okay. i am so sorry i just lectured you on a whole school curriculum. anyways. back to haikyuu!!

BOKUTO KOUTAROU : Japanese Language and Literature HL, Mandarin Ab Initio SL, Geography HL, SEHS (Sports, Exercise, and Health Science) HL, Math AI SL, Economics SL

ok so it’s canon that this dude is not doing very well in math but his parents made him do higher level math at first poor boy >:(

he started the year off in higher level and thought he was gonna be fine

no. he was not fine.

so he ended up switching his math hl to sl and his japanese sl to hl

IT IS CANON (special chapter in volume 19 titled “i just forgot” where bokuto has a wholeass crisis about words) that bokuto’s really one to actually really like to think about how words work and function as systems in the same way ib language courses do!!

actually having him do japanese ll hl is just an excuse for me to keep him in math sl sorry

i mean koutarou may be my fav tax evader but he really did sit through two years worth of econ classes... smh

mans is Not listening and has to rely on yukie for notes but he just memorises case studies for exams and does not do anything else

i feel like he just takes mandarin because he thought it was the easiest one... he also thinks the words sound similar so it’s easy to memorise

he’s a pretty good communicator so he practices his mandarin quite a lot. as in, he’s made friends to talk to in mandarin. we love to see it!!!

also. um. i hc that he’s pretty decent at memorisation so geography!! this goes for memorising all the kanji and mandarin characters too

i think SEHS is pretty self-explanatory. mans already known he wanna be a pro athlete might as learn about being healthy as an athlete

KUROO TESTUROU : Japanese Language and Literature SL, English B SL, Business Management HL, Chemistry HL, Math AI HL, Biology HL

now... we all know this mf been taking chemistry hl. it is CANON

and as per his career path... DEFINITELY business management hl

i feel like he’s so analytical in the way he sees things that he likes to explore many areas of knowledge where there are different ways of thinking

takes english as a second language because... whew.. aint it sexy when mans wanna be multifaceted in business

also takes higher level biology because he’d rather not with the languages... but later on i believe he ends up in a higher level language class because he might as well

i feel like kuroo’s classes just give me a vibe i know too too well... 

mans takes math ai. he does not wanna fuck around with a pencil proving a theorem he just wants the answer bro

like in volleyball, he’s a quick thinker. so he’s pretty g with math and business stuff

i literally know someone with this class combo ... it’s not very chill but it screams “you never see me do any course work but i always get at least a B+ in every subject”

AKAASHI KEIJI :  Japanese Language and Literature HL, French Ab Initio SL, Psychology HL, Chemistry SL, Math AA SL, Visual Arts HL

now... this subject combo radiates such pretty energy

pretty subjects for a pretty boy

he was originally going to do biology sl but then found out there is chemistry in biology so he just decided with chemistry. plain and simple.

we all know akaashi is both emotionally and academically intelligent

he’s logical and analytical, and when faced with a tough time he works through it well albeit going through a little bit of struggle

this automatically puts him in math aa... i just see him actually liking proving theorems??? 

but maybe he just thinks his calculator is a nuisance sometimes and would rather solve everything by hand 

also art boy! this dude likes graphic design more but when it comes to traditional art he does Not Hold Back

i like to think that he’s into painting backgrounds and mixed media

if he didn’t take VA, i’m pretty sure he would take economics. because. it’s quite systematic and i think akaashi would take a liking to it

as for japanese ll hl... we all know this dude was supposed to be a part of the literary section in a magazine/manga company but was moved to editor

goes hand-in-hand with psychology, likes to know how words convey meaning and how they affect people

he also thinks french is kind of a cool language. i feel like this guy just wants to do it because it sounds cool and novel for him

all in all, pretty solid subject combo!

TSUKISHIMA KEI : Japanese Language and Literature HL, French Ab Initio SL, History HL, Biology SL, Math AA HL, Instrumental Music HL

4 hl’s... here we are folks

honestly does it for colleges to go like “holy shit this dude is kinda crazy”

but does suffer... coursework tings :)

first of all this dude takes french (even though it’s a beginner’s class) because he just loves to sound cool huh

the summer before his courses started he would have had the basics down after looking through free ib textbooks

plus, being the guy that’s super good at a new language in the class is a huge ass flex and a big ass ego boost. and anyways, with language, he thinks it’s just a lot of simple patterns working together.

this also applies to japanese ll hl... finds writing essays and making arguments ez (at least that’s what he tells himself - he’s kinda nervous when it comes to japanese but he holds on anyway)

practices extra hard on pronunciation. sounds hot tho

math aa hl??? there we go. another crazy one. thought he could ace the class at first.... no. no he couldn’t 

thinks about moving down to sl. probably does. (at least it’s not math ai)

history and biology go hand in hand for him. he has significant interests in prehistoric times, and likes to learn about the origins of life - that’s a given

but he does get tired of the politics talk in history like... goddamn all these people making so many mistakes? just stop making them smh

and instrumental music was just something he got onto because he really would like to just have a course where he could enjoy himself while also learning about the stuff he likes

nobody knows what music he listens to... but i think he’s willing to listen to anything as long as it’s music and it has the kinds of vibes he digs

HAIBA LEV: Japanese Language and Literature SL, Mandarin Ab Initio SL, Psychology HL, Chemistry SL, Math AI HL, Theatre HL

i don’t know how to explain it but lev has such strong psych and chem energy

yes haiba lev’s classes are the ones i picked via roulette wheel

jk not really

here’s the thing though, lev takes psychology because he thinks econ, business management, history, ess, all that jazz is just... absolutely boring. like. super. mf-ing. boring.

so he’s like ooh cognitive processes!

kinda hates that he has to study research methods and research methods ONLY at first but when he gets the hang of it he really finds it one of his fav subs

i actually have no explanation for mandarin ab initio sl... he just seemed like the kind of guy who would wanna do the class solely because he thinks mandarin sounds cool with their intonations and everything

plus he heard that the teacher gives mooncakes every lunar new year ad he. loves. them.

okay now hear me out.

lev is good at math.

maybe not lightning speed analysis or calculations like akaashi, but he finds solving problems fun! except for when they’re without a calculator bc he HATES doing calculations by hand

he can get a bit clumsy with his hand calculations too so it’s nice to just have a calculator on hand

literally only does math ai for the sake of using a calculator at all times (a/n: i take this class, and this was the reason i took it too. COMPLETELY VALID)

and then does theatre for the fun of it!!! confidence levels high for presentations and performances... good fit

kinda thought that ib theatre would be his easy A but oh how he was wrong... hates the research tasks at first but he gets used to it

HINATA SHOUYOU: Japanese Language and Literature SL, Portuguese Ab Initio SL, SEHS HL, Geography HL, Math AI SL, Theatre HL

his classes are bokuto energy but with theatre and portuguese

MANGA SPOILERS! we all know he started thinking abt going to brazil in his second year of high school, and the ib diploma programme starts in the last two years of high school so it fits PERFECTLY

lowkey most of the boys take japanese ll sl because they just. have to.

this is also hinata’s case <3

SEHS HL!!! he has a vision for the future and it definitely involves him understanding health and sports and everything like that, especially after nationals in his first year :(((( still sad abt that

but he’s motivated for this higher level class because he’s really just gonna go all out with the research

math ai sl because... he prolly don’t give a fuck about numbers!!! (it hasn’t been made clear already, but math ai sl is the lowest level math course)

he also took theatre hl because even though he does get scared at first, he’s a natural when it comes to learning new cultures

he’s just so curious about it all and it makes him quite engaged in the class as well!!!!

also kinda took theatre because the other subjects were just not it for him

about geography... he hates memorisation but he also hates everything else in the social studies group so

he just gets by by trying to find the little details of the things he’s studying interesting because really... geography class is just the base of all the places on his bucket list

hinata’s def one of those dudes who picks his subs purely off of liking because we all know he’s going. any subject that isn’t based off of liking is usually a mandatory subject anyways

[ak8shi]

 ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚CHLOE’S 1K THANK YOU˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

━ um,, hi I hope everyone is taking care of themselves!! I literally logged onto my blog today and couldn’t comprehend seeing my follower count... I am just so thankful for the people who support me here and it really isn’t about the number, I am just so happy and grateful that there are people who find some sort of happiness in my blog!! I made this blog not really knowing what would come out of it, and I never expected any of this, like what a blessing! It makes me smile so much talking to you all, and if I could make any of you smile with the absolute brain rot I post on here, it’s all worth it to me! SO THANK YOU, thank you for being here with me<33

I am still thinking of something to do for 1k, I want it to be really special, but for now I want to personally thank some of the people who have supported me from the beginning here, sorry this might be long!!!

@bbytetsu - ANG, girl where do I even start, you were the first blog to reach out to me and it really meant so much to me. We’re so alike in so many ways and you are so so talented I can’t emphasize enough! Even though we’ve never met in person, I just know we would get along so well irl and befriend each other so fast!! You support my work sm and I’m literally terrible for the astrology posts (I promise i haven’t forgotten) but I’m so thankful to have someone who loves astrology and boba and as much as I do!!! (Kuroo is reading this over my shoulder and he won’t stfu about you smh :///) You’re always there for me and you are so genuine and beautiful, please never change!! I love the fact that I can talk to you about ANYTHING, I LOVE YOU BIH!

@b0kuto - Emi, you might not see this because of your hiatus, but I’m so glad you decided to message me that one day. You are SO real and tell it how it is, I admire you so much and you’re so fucking funny. My experience here would not have been the same without you, and I miss you so much:(( You are SO talented, I miss seeing your work on my dash sm. I love hearing about your life across the globe, and its so special to me to have a friend so close to my heart like you!! I adore and love you so much!

@inarzki - Noora, I honestly don’t even remember when or how we started talking, I just remember bonding over being the only two Atsumies out here and it was history from there LMFAOO, You are by far,, one of the funniest bitches out here and you’re the queen of Inarizaki,,, I don’t make the rules. I truly can not name a badder bitch on here, period. I love our convos so much and your writing style is impeccable, biggest chefs kiss (I only read third person for you). Keep doing you, and thank you for being so supportive of my absolute ape show of a blog, sending u infinite kisses and hugs xoxo

@kemochie - Nea, oh my god. Who else could I rant to about pegging mister Tooru Oikawa,,, NO ONE. You are literally the easiest person to talk to, and I just finished bnha so we need to talk !!! Your writing. Don’t even get me started; AMAZING, SHOW STOPPING, I can’t even express how much I love your writing style. Everything is so easy to follow and it makes me feel!! so!! much!! You are an angel!! I love you!

@nosesbleeds - Ellie my sweet Ellie!! It is licherally crazy how sweet and supportive you are and then you go to write the filthiest, hottest, smut on this site and I respect you so much for it. No one else is doing it like you, I hate to say it. I still literally dream about the atsumu drabble you wrote me, I’m obsessed w you!!! You put out top quality work, I’m honored we’re mutuals, seriously. I love you and I hope you’re staying safe in all this craziness!!

@sugardaddykenma - not this bitch....LIN LMFAO THE QUEEN herself. Your posts make my day, I adore your headcannons so much ugh, but not more than I adore you!! I can always count on you to make me smile, and we’re always on the same page!! I love the fact that we both have a special place in our hearts for Atsumu but we also beat him down to a pulp and bully him endlessly. I’, so excited for your kuroo meth lab scenario, still waiting for that to come out! LOVE YOUUU

@inlovecorp - Liana, omg when I see you in my notifs my heart beats a little faster, I adore you so much and your Asahi fic literally lives in my brain rent free at all times. when you reply to my posts I always die, and your roasts are so fucking funny, you’re a literal angel!! Never change, I’m so glad this blog brought me to people like you, ily baddie!!!

@yumeqo - Abby, omg I just had to write you something, I literally remember not seeing your blog and freaking out because I thought you deleted but then I saw you remade, I-I still can’t believe you follow a loser like me LMFAO, you give off such good energy and you’re always supportive in my notifs, you’re so funny && ily!!! 

━ I also wanted to thank some of my other mutuals, even though we may not talk a ton I admire and love all of you so much!! Whenever I see any of you on my dash it makes me so happy to be here, just thank you sm for following me!!! 

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@neoheros / @a-kaashi / @dorkyama / @sckusa / @lcaita / @inakou / @tobiosbabie / @tsutsukki / @wakaitoshi / @1tsnoya / @bokutos-eyebrows / @shouyouwrites / @milkyhaikyuu / @ukaiis / @softkatsuki / @kozu-mei / @agaassi / @tillitbreaks / @virgosetter / @sushij1ma / @sugaanoya / @crocyoota / @aurumskyy / @todourouki

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[tae-cup]

Cupid’s Blind Eye | Of Eternity and Euphoria (3)

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Summary: A demigod looking for love meets the god of love himself. 

Warnings: N/A. This might be the fluffiest one so far. wait I lied it’s not fluffy at all. It’s really angsty. I’m sorry. 

Word Count: 5.4k words 

A/N: I have a lot of ideas for this series. So much so, I’m ignoring my other series. Like Hamartia and The Pact which I was s u p p o s e d to start by now. Smh this is what happens when I have too many ideas. I’m planning a spin off series for a Male!reader for this...I also wanted to tie this more into the overarching plot, but it’s okay, I’ll get you more park jimin okay. Consider me your supplier.

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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged cupid painted blind - William Shakespeare

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Your knees hurt already. It had been all of 15 minutes, but the gravel under your legs wasn’t exactly comfortable. You had spent the last hour praying for the god of love to show himself and you fell to your knees desperately in the last 15. 

“Oh, god of love.” You drawled sarcastically, ready to leave the dilapidated altar. “Answer my prayers.” You practically rolled your eyes, sick of this nonsense. 

You stood slowly, realizing he probably wasn’t going to show himself any time soon. You swiped the gravel off your knees, not noticing the presence behind you. 

“You should know not to be so disrespectful to your gods, darling.” A sly voice called. You froze. No way. When you turned to look, a man leaned against the pillars of the altar. He radiated lust and love, an inhuman aura. There was no doubt this was the god of love, lust, and passion. 

And unlike him, you radiated a sort of pure aura; compared to him, of course. It drove him mad. 

“Oh.” You were at a loss for words. His build was literally of the gods and his face, oh his face. You couldn’t find a single flaw in his face. From his adorable nose to his plump lips. You found yourself staring at his features for way longer than necessary. He smirked. This was a typical response to his appearance. 

“Why do you seek me out?” He stepped forward, peering into your eyes. 

“I want to know my soulmate.” You clenched your fists. Everyone you knew already found theirs. Your friend, Jennie, had explained that the god of love had helped her, but you didn’t believe her. You thought she was pulling your leg. The god quirked his head to the side. 

“Why do you need to know that?” 

“Because I’m sick of being alone.” You admitted, mouth feeling awfully dry as you nervously shifted from foot to foot. 

His gaze softened, heart thumping. 

“You won’t be alone forever.” 

“It feels like it sometimes.”

“You’re a demigod.” It suddenly clicked. Your blatant disrespect of the gods, the odd aura surrounding you. Almost godly, but not quite. Not many demigods had a good connection to the gods. They were often cast aside, looked over, thought of as wannabes when many just wanted to live their lives. His altar wasn’t any different than the other crumbled ones around, the only indicator was the Greek letters above, but only a demigod would be able to read that. 

“And you’re a god. I’ve come to learn that it doesn’t matter who you are, we all die in the end.” You frowned, thinking of your godly parent, one that had faded a long time ago, sentenced to eternal darkness for the atrocity of giving birth to you. However, being a demigod came with its perks. As long as you stayed healthy, you had longer lifespans while staying youthful. You had stopped aging around 25, but now you were around 60. You would likely begin aging around 100 and then die around 200. You had lived a long life so far without finding love. At first you thought it was possible, but as the years went on, no one gave you that spark, that burning sensation, that claimed them as your soulmate. 

“Listen.” You sighed, “I just want to know if they exist. I’ve spent years searching and I thought fate was supposed to bring us together. Are they to be born in another timeline? Shall we never meet?” 

The god of love frowned at your lack of faith in him as a god. He stepped forward, close enough for you to make out his face in detail. He radiated love, lust, and passion. His eyes were intense, but you didn’t find yourself scared. In fact, it was almost comforting. He was the definition of love. 

“Do you have so little faith in me? Fate has brought you here.” He gently reached out and touched your shoulder. He just needed to check. It was silly to think that the god of love, could not seem to find his lover. There. That spark, that burn. It spread like a wildfire, consuming your everything. It felt like your atoms had rearranged, yearning to be completed by him. 

You couldn’t do anything except stare at him. There was no way you were fated to one of the gods whom you so dearly despised. The gods had abandoned you as a child. Was this some cruel punishment? He softened his expression, taking in your frustrated form. Scared, worried, and anxious were reactions he expected from his soulmate, but anger was not one. 

“I don’t have to be with you, you know?” You said bitterly. “I can choose to stay away. Not all soulmates stay together.” 

Your words clearly had an effect on him because he nodded and stepped away. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion and hurt flashed across his face. 

“I won’t force you to join me, but please reach out if you change your mind. You know where to find me.” He gestured to the altar. He, out of everyone, knew that you could put two perfect people next to each other in a room, but you couldn’t force them to love each other. Love was a tricky thing and Jimin knew it best. “Just ask for Jimin.” 

Then he was gone, the wind seemingly taking him away. You rushed forward, looking for that sneaky god, but you couldn’t locate him. You had to admit you felt bad about reacting that way. He didn’t expect this either. With a sigh, you called out to the stones. “I’m Y/N. Lovely to meet you, Jimin.” 

And of course he heard you. His eyes trailed your back as you ran back into your small town. It was one of the last towns who truly believed in the gods, that’s why so many had altars up. A smile made his way onto his face. Now it was just wait and see. 

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“Oh come on. You are way too boring, Jimin.” The fiance (I’m sorry I don’t have accents on this computer >:( ) of Yoongi rolled her eyes. 

“___, You must understand, love just doesn’t work like that, You have to let it happen.” 

“I bet she wants you to chase after her.” ___ continued. “Here, invite her to the wedding. She can be your plus one!” 

“You’re too kind. I fear she may be afraid of the underworld.”

“Didn’t you say she’s a demigod?” Yoongi’s fiance quirked her head to the side. She was a human before a goddess. She had no bias against demigods and Jimin felt she was the best to approach about his encounter. 

“Yes.” 

“Then I doubt she’ll even bat an eye at the underworld.” She viewed her nails, thanking the workers and standing from the salon. “You came all the way to the human world just so you could whine about your love life to the goddess of the underworld. Seems right.” 

Jimin scoffed, crossing his arms defensively. He was at a loss for words, however, and he bit his lip. “I came to you because she seems more human than god and I wanted to know your experience.” 

“Well, Yoongi basically kidnapped me, but not really. I just knew I wanted to go with him. Then he and I hit it off from there. I fought with Taehyung, stirred up some shit, and now I’m going to be the downfall of Olympus.” 

The other gods didn’t like her joking about the downfall of Olympus, but Jimin could always laugh. 

“At least my nails will look good while it happens, yeah?” 

The love god laughed along with her and the two walked over to the park. The park, known as Plyosum Park, was a great hotspot of godly energy. It was the quickest and easiest way to get to Olympus. 

“Now, I must be going.” She smiled, “But, have you ever thought, Jimin, that she’s no more human than she is god? Maybe she just wants to be treated as the person she is; a demigod. That’s why I don’t think I can help you much. I wish you luck, however.” She sent a small wave to him before ghostly hands reached up and dragged her under.

 Jimin sighed. She had a point. He’ll just treat you like any person. He let his wings grow out as he prepared to travel back to Olympus. They were a feathery white with golden flakes scattered in between. Many called him cupid for this, but he preferred the name Eros. 

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You opened the letter with caution. It had appeared on your desk when you arrived home and it definitely hadn’t been there before. The handwriting looked familiar, though you couldn’t place your finger on it. 

Dear Y/N, 

         I am writing to you today because the god and goddess of the underworld are getting married. They have requested I bring along someone and of course my first thoughts were of you. It would be lovely if you are able to join me, but it’s quite alright if you don’t feel comfortable. Please consider my offer, but I will not hold it against you if you choose not to come. 

                                                                                     Best,

                                                                                    Jimin

You had to chuckled at his formal phrasing, but you couldn’t blame him. He wanted to give you space and you respected him for being so cautious to your boundaries. It wasn’t expected of the god. After all, he was a god. He could have just kidnapped you on the spot. Maybe he just understands love doesn’t work like that. That made more sense. You carefully wrote back. 

My dearest Jimin, 

               I would be honored to attend such a momentous occasion. Sadly, I seem to be at a lack of formal wear suitable for this kind of event, what do you suggest?

                                                                                      Best,

                                                                                     Y/N

Of course you had to shoot back with your own formal tone. You hoped he understood the sarcasm in it as you hiked to the only place you knew he visited. His altar was old, crumbling, very un-beautiful for the most beautiful god you knew. Then you remembered that you would be meeting many beautiful gods and goddesses in a short time. 

You placed the far messier letter down at his altar and hurried back to the village. Jimin was waiting, hoping to catch you, but you were gone before he could even speak. He bent down and slowly picked up the letter. He hastily tore it open, smiling fondly at your words. It was a shame he didn’t get to see you properly before you rushed off. 

It was in your nature, as a demigod, to be skiddish around most things; though you seemed to have more of a fight in you than other demigods. The issue was that demigods didn’t fit in anywhere. The gods despised them and regarded them as abominations, hybrids, wannabes. The humans weren’t much better, fearing anything they considered other. Demigods would rarely be able to rest without being hunted by one group or another. 

Jimin looked to the middle distance, thinking about what outfit would best suit you. He wanted you to fit in with the other gods and goddesses. While he was a great believer in “love is love” other gods may try to bring you down simply because you were a demigod. It made him feel ill to think of what terrible things could come your way because of your mother’s mistake, not that you were a mistake. He mentally scolded himself. He was constantly on the fritz of checking himself and making sure he said the right things. 

He shook his head, returning to his place in the clouds. 

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When there was a knock at your door, you jumped in surprise. It was not often that the village people visited you. You lived a lonely existence, but you decided this was fine. 

“For: Y/N.” You read carefully, surveying the package on your doorstep. You glanced around, eyes flicking to the house next door and traveling down the empty road. Hurriedly, you grabbed the package and hauled it inside your house, slamming the door shut. 

The box was more of a rectangle. It was long and flat and there was no return address. You had a feeling you knew who had delivered it. You walked to the kitchen and grabbed a pair of scissors. Then you approached the package, unsure of how to open it. If this was what you thought it was, you didn’t want to damage it. You gnawed at your lip, brows furrowed in concentration as you painstakingly cut through the thin strips of tape. This is ridiculous, just rip it open. You couldn’t bring yourself to do that, however. You didn’t want to rip the contents. So you continued your work before the box flaps finally undid themselves. 

Your breath caught in your throat as you looked at the dress. It was a light pink, an innocent color. You rushed to your room to try it on. Of course it fit perfectly. It had a tight bodice, hugging the upper half of your body in a flattering way. Then the rest of the material flowed from the bodice. Layers of tulle and silk fluttered to the ground. In the box also came a delicate silver crown, headband, thing. The silver was twisted into delicate branches that curved every which way, forming a sort of bramble. It looked so elegant and graceful. The accessories that came with the dress included silver earrings and bracelets. The most important was a necklace. It was an graceful, thin, silver chain, but at the bottom it was weighed down by a light pink gemstone. It seemed to glow, like a beating heart. You didn’t expect anything less from the god of love. You were stunning. 

You couldn’t wait to wear it to the wedding in a few days. Jimin would surely be impressed. You found yourself blushing girlishly at the thought of impressing him. You wanted him to want you. To see his eyes light up when you entered a room. To kiss him. You gently placed your fingers on your lips, thinking of his plush ones on yours. You knew he would oblige you if you asked, but you had only met the once and the soulmate bond was inexplicably strong already. You were worried it would consume you if you let it. Would you still be standing if it did? 

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Days go by and now you stand at his altar. It’s desolate, looking lonelier than ever before. You shift nervously, having done your makeup to reflect the lightness you were sure he wanted to portray. You knew he was trying to get the other gods to like you and you were still wary of meeting them. However, you promised yourself that you would try, even if the other immortals didn’t. You didn’t want to pace, having already painstakingly made sure your dress wasn’t muddied on the way up. Where is he? 

You were beginning to worry. Little did you know, Jimin was freaking out. He was pacing and getting far too worked up for a god. 

“Hyung! What if-what if she gets scared and doesn’t want to see me again?” He whined to the sky god. He strutted up and down the hallway that led to his altar. He knew you were there, he could feel it, he just couldn’t bring himself to step through. 

“Jiminie, she’s a demigod, she’ll be okay.” Jin squeezed his younger friend’s shoulder. Jimin had trusted Jin enough to tell him about you. He thought of telling Namjoon, longing for the elder’s advice more than anything, but there was something sneaky about that god that held him off. 

“What if she doesn’t like me?”

“Why would she show up if she wasn’t interested?”

Jimin ran a hand through his hair and Jin could tell he was about to complain more so he stepped in. 

“Hey, you’ll be okay.” He said softly, pushing the god of love towards the door. Who knew that such a suave man was so...scared of love? “If you’re worried about jumping off the deep end and drowning,” Jin had heard that falling for your soulmate often felt that way. “Then it’ll be okay. You’ll learn how to breathe underwater.” 

The elder god then took the, now quiet, god by the shoulders and steered him down the hallway. The god of love took one heavy step after another. “Go, you’ll be late otherwise and that won’t do any good to lighten the other gods’ positions on her.” Jin said, almost scolding. The younger god just kept his mouth shut, nodding way too easily to his friend. 

“Wait, Hyung-”

“Go.” 

Then he was shoved through the doorway. 

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He stumbled straight into you, hands reflexively reaching out to stable you. You gasped in surprise, heat rising to your cheeks. 

“Jimin! I thought you weren’t coming.” You said in a huff. The god stood there sheepishly, scratching his head. 

“Right, I’m so sorry, I was...” Honesty is the best in any relationship. “...I was nervous.” 

You tilted your head to the side. Usually it was the other way around with all the assholes you’d dated in the past. They were always entitled, never asking you about anything. 

“Oh, I see.” You said awkwardly. “Well, it’s getting late.” You drifted off. Then you noticed him staring at you. Your cheeks flushed pink again at his gaze. It was intense, searching, as it took in your outfit. You heard him let out a soft breath. 

“You look...ravishing.” He breathed, finally putting into words how he felt. But nothing could describe how you looked. You looked like a goddess. Perfection, beauty, grace, intelligence, all in one. He swallowed, trying to keep himself in check. He held out his hand, “Well?”

You hesitated, looking at his soft hands. Hands that had never worked a day in their lives. You cautiously place your hands in his and he pulled you close. 

“Let’s go.” He murmured. How he managed to make two words sound so enticing was lost on you. 

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“Pleasure to meet you, Ms...?” The goddess in front of you purred, holding out her hand. She somehow made it seem condescending. You and Jimin had been glued to the hip since you arrived, but he had briefly left to get drinks, leaving you to fend for yourself. Every god and goddess in the room was intrigued by you. You just kept thinking back to how extravagant the ceremony had been, but you had been more taken with how gracious the bride was. She was so bright compared to the god of the underworld, but somehow they got along. 

“Y/N.” You smiled, your lips pressed together. You looked, and in someways were, like a goddess, but everyone knew there was something different. Your impostor syndrome was driving you mad. 

“Right.” The feline-like goddess strolled away. You turned, trying to ignore the headache you had, only to bump into another god. He looked startled, jumping back quickly. He had an airy quality of innocence and bright light around him. He was handsome, devilishly so. 

“Oh! I’m so sorry.” You exclaimed genuinely, looking at the god with confusion. He had this air of familiarity about him that you couldn’t quite place. 

“No, no, it was my fault. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” He said shyly. Then an arm wrapped around your waist, a drink being handed to you softly. The man before you got visibly more pale at the sight of the god holding you. He didn’t seem scared, just sad, maybe even heartbroken. “Oh, I see.” He nodded quietly, mood doing a whole 180.

Jimin grimaced as he watched the other man retreat. He felt his heart strings tug, but pushed the pained feeling away. You could sense the tension so you carefully unwrapped yourself, taking his hands. 

“Let’s dance.” You said softly. You weren’t sure what just happened, but it didn’t feel like your place to pry. As you place your hands on his shoulders and he planted his firmly on your waist, he let out a sigh. 

“I know you’re curious, you can’t hide things from me.” He glanced around as you both blended into the crowd of other couples slow dancing. “That was Agape.” 

You nodded slowly. That’s why you felt so familiar. Anyone who was close to Eros understood Agape well. 

“Is that was he goes by?” You knew Agape to be the innocent love, the first love, and Eros to be a more sexual love, one filled with desire. You also knew that Jimin didn’t go by Eros, he went by Jimin. People often got him mixed up with Agape, claiming him as cupid, but Agape usually handled first love scenarios. 

“No.” He said quietly, as if losing his will to speak. “He... he goes by-” He suddenly cut himself off. “Actually, he doesn’t like it when people refer to him by his real name. Just know that I like you now. You don’t need to worry about him.”

You frowned, eyebrows knitting together. “I never thought he would take you away from me? I was just interested.” 

“Ah, yeah, there’s been...tension.” He didn’t give you any more explanation so you sought to change the topic. 

“Tell me about the other gods.” 

He seemed glad to change subjects. Instead, he told you about Seokjin, the friendly sky god who knew of your predicament. Then he went on about his Taehyungie, Kookie, and then his hyungs. You smiled warmly at all his fond remarks, discussing them as if they were his blood relatives. It humanized them, though you weren’t sure if that was intentional on his part. You had just warmed up to the idea of meeting these gods when someone screamed. 

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It wasn’t a happy scream. It was a blood curdling, ear piercing, shriek. A goddess ran from the entryway, clearly alarmed. You jumped and Jimin’s hold on you tightened. 

You could see Taehyung pull his lover closer and Yoongi pushed his wife behind him. Other gods were taking defensive stances, eyeing the goddess warily. She was obviously a low level god, her aura faint and you were sure she was to die out soon. Seokjin carefully approached her like a wounded animal. Being the oldest, he had this responsibility; to meet all threats to his circle with full force. 

“Ah, Ms. Lee, what troubles you today?” 

The entire room stilled, watching Ms. Lee carefully. Seokjin spoke calmly, but there was a fierceness to his voice, a demanding power. 

“We’re under attack up above. They’ll be here any minute!” She was inconsolable. You gripped Jimin’s arm and he held you impossibly closer. And attack? By who? The enemies of the gods were long gone and any god who tried to cause trouble was sure to be eliminated quickly. All the gods seemed troubled except a certain war god.

“Great! Then we’ll go to war!” He shouted, anger in his voice. Being the war god, you were sure it was his natural voice. Jimin started radiating a more dominating aura. You realized then that he had hidden most of it as to not freak you out. Now he glowed a luminescent light pink. You knew he was quite literally a lover, not a fighter. 

“Now, now, how do we know this isn’t just a set up?” Yoongi narrowed his eyes, clearly not wishing to discuss war on his wedding night. 

“Well either way we’d still be under attack.” The girl beside Taehyung breathed. She had a point, you couldn’t deny that. Jungkook’s eyes met briefly with Taehyung’s lover and you could almost see the spark of tension despite being a little ways away. Taehyung put himself between the two subtly. You had a feeling there was a story there. 

“Jimin?” Your voice was a whisper as to not break the very thin surface tension of the room. He squeezed your hand in response to tell you he was listening. “Are we in danger?” Your heart beat rapidly. You knew you were the most human here. You were strong, but you wouldn’t last a second against a god. Okay, scratch that, you might last two seconds, being a demigod, but you were still severely disadvantaged. You didn’t want to a) be a burden and b) be killed. 

“I’ll keep you safe, love.” He murmured quietly, leaning down and pressing a kiss on the top of your head. You felt your body heat up, wishing those lips to be on yours. You just nodded along, not trusting yourself to say anything else. Then there was a bang outside and the sound of the guards running. You turned to him. eyes wide. 

Taehyung was already pushing his lover and Yoongi’s wife together, having another god usher them somewhere safe. You paused, wanting to join them. You even saw Yoongi’s wife turn and look at you expectantly. All the gods and goddesses who valued their lives were running. There was another bang and it was chaos. Those who had been frozen in place were now running and those who wished to fight were materializing their weapons. Jimin looked between you and the door, clearly debating. You gently pushed him towards his friends, knowing he wouldn’t want to leave his brothers. 

Then you pressed a quick kiss on his cheek. He flushed red. 

“Maybe you’ll get a kiss on the lips if you come back unscathed.” You joked, winking playfully as if he wasn’t about to go out and face...whatever was behind that entryway door. He didn’t respond, just nodding firmly. You rushed to join the other two women who were considered V.I.P.s because of their status and relationships to the inner circle. As you were ushered out of the room, you heard the door burst open and you prayed Jimin was safe. 

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You shivered, the dress not doing any good to keep you warm. The women beside you had hardly spoken a word to you except one, who was the bride herself. She had introduced herself to you and then gone quiet. Obviously, she was worried for her new husband. The other woman was shaking like a leaf. You were surprised the relationship between her and Taehyung worked, but you knew love worked in mysterious ways. The bride offered you a small smile, pulling off her pristine white cardigan and handing it to you. You thanked her lowly before resuming your staring contest with the wall. 

It was a nice room, a library somewhere even more underground than the underworld. The goddess of the Earth was obviously more wary of you than the one of the underworld. Though, from what Jimin had briefed you on, she had once been a human too. You were all worried sick for your loved ones, of course. No one could think of much else. The constant shouting was driving you over the edge. You just wanted some peace and quiet. 

Having always been introverted, you didn’t enjoy crowds for long periods of time. Keeping to yourself and staying out of the way was the best. As much as you disliked the gods, you and the women in the room were sharing a bond. A bond of fear. You were quite the opposite from Jimin in that way. He was a very social person, always going out of his way to talk to people, his words always smooth and graceful. You, on the other hand, were just...there. You stumbled over your words, rambled, and had trouble concealing your emotions as well as him. 

There was a knock on the door. You all looked at each other, eyes wide and waiting for the password to be spoken. There was none. It’s not them. You mouthed. The door flew open before you had time to react. You counted your seconds. Two seconds against a god. You had two seconds. 

You were just confused, however, when you were met with a familiar face. 

“Mom?” 

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The long forgotten goddess didn’t even flinch at the anger in your expression, nor the tears that betrayed your pain. It was all too much. She had changed so much. Once the goddess of wisdom, the original goddess long before Namjoon, she held herself with grace. But her frame all bones, no fat, her face was gaunt, and she looked liked she had just walked out of a halloween store. Your breath caught in your throat as she grasped your arm, hard enough to cause a whimper of pain. The other women were forced to follow along as well. 

She escorted you out to the ballroom. You felt yourself go pale, stomach dropping to the floor as you surveyed the room. Blood, everywhere. You couldn’t tell whose was whose. Gods are gods, but they bleed. And when they die, they must wait to be reborn once more. You felt your heart clench, seeing the inner circle on their knees. They looked defeated. Seokjin was comforting a sobbing girl, only to have her ripped away and whisked somewhere else. This made the elder god snarl, but he stopped almost immediately after looking at their captors. And who wouldn’t? 

They were ghastly creatures, looking like demons out of a novel of pain and horror. Some of them had melted skin, others had hollow faces and haunting stares. All brandished with various “K”s on their bodies. You noticed your mother had one on the side of her neck. The gods were arguing with someone, but you couldn’t make out everything, the argument in full on Greek. Then there was a loud cough. Your mother threw forth the other two girls first. You watched Taehyung and Yoongi’s eyes go wide, before going back, completely feral, to arguing. Then your mother pulled you in close. 

“Y/N.” She said coldly, despite her seemingly motherly embrace. “You have disappointed me greatly, I pray Kronos spares you.” Her lips were a thin line as she threw you to the ground too. You tripped over the debris and landed on your hands and knees. You looked up, meeting the eyes of Jimin. 

You saw a quiet fury. You knew Jimin was diplomatic, he wouldn’t yell, but you could feel his anger from across the room. He mouthed ‘I love you’. And you frowned a little. This was not where you wanted to be confessed to. You wanted him to say to you, alone, and secluded. You selfishly wanted that. Now the enemy had stolen your first I Love Yous as well. 

“Put her with the others.” You understood that part. The masked leader gestured to an underling who unceremoniously dragged you over to the other women. You huddled together as they shoved you into a cage with the crying girl from earlier. Yoongi’s wife wasn’t crying, but she did seem to be in a state of shock. Taehyung’s lover was crying, trying to conceal her sniffles. You gently shrugged off the cardigan from earlier, handing it to her. She took it quickly, hiding her face. You even heard the smallest thank you. Underlings surrounded you like specimen, watching you like you were zoo animals. 

“Yoongi!” The bride called out, panicked. You felt it too. There was something bad coming. Then the cage moved and you felt nauseated from the sudden movement. You panicked fully for the first time. Where were they taking you?

“Jimin!” You screeched, hand stretching out. His eyes widened farther. 

“Y/N!” He called back, fighting the restraints and lunging towards the cage. 

Taehyung’s girlfriend sobbed loudly and Taehyung looked over, concern evident as he struggled to reach out, mental focus just on getting to his lover. 

“I love you!” You cried. “Please look for us, don’t give up on us.” Came out your broken plea. 

“I’ll search the ends of the universe just to see your face, Y/N.” You heard him say. The underlings restrained him and you sat back, feeling defeated already. The others knew you weren’t a goddess and they immediately babied you, knowing your body to be far more fragile from theirs. Tae’s girlfriend shot you small smiles of encouragement and you did so in return. Yoongi’s wife rubbed your back and the third mystery woman remained silent as you were driven to gods know where. 

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Last minute A/N: OKAY OKAY I admit it, I didn’t give this...a great happy ending. BUT BUT BUT I promise you a happy ending in the future-

[kuroosweakness]

Okok VIRTUAL HUGS! and late night thought dump again! -🐾

I should start writing notes on myself so I can remember stuff better

TMRW THERES ANOTHER JJK EPISODE!!

Why is it on every quiz I take, the main character likes me? Like I swear I’m perfect for itadori

BUT ALSO KUROO IL HIM SMMMM😍😍

Kuroo🥺 why do you not exist😔

Bruh how would his hair translate to the real world😳 it’s all fun and games till you see how bad his hair ACTUALLY is

Lmao it’s fine bc I still love him I guess🙄🙄

JKJK I DO I DO

I drew Kuroo and OH MY GOD I SUDDENLY NOW DESPISE HIS HAIR👺 but I also love it🥺🥺 like the first time I drew him😃 that was trash like wtf is that his hair- BUT THE SECOND TIME? I DID IT AND I WAS SO PROUD so I guess his hair isn’t that bad. Oh well, the more I draw him the easier it is I just don’t know where his hair falls from

Who should I draw next? Idk

I’m obsessed with jjk so for the first time I’m drawing everyone from jjk, I already drew Gojo, Megumi and Nobara

I wanna draw a Haikyuu character ^^ anyone who won’t give me a HARD TIME WITH THEIR STUPID HAIR👁👁 (yes I’m talking abt u Kuroo what u gonna do abt it?) ((*cries bc he’s fictional and isn’t here to fight me))

Tsukki’s hair is lowkey crusty like wtf is that😃

Tanaka is prob the easiest to draw since well, HE BALD😶

KUROO, STOP SLEEPING BETWEEN TWO PILLOWS IT IS NOT HELPING U

Ok but lowkey, (I’m kinda like a therapist but not but bc I act like one I dug so deep into this) I headcanon he sleeps between two pillows bc his parents used to fight all the time when he was younger and now he’s just so used to it I don’t think he can sleep if he stops🥺

I also think his a light sleeper when his ears aren’t covered LIKE THE TINIEST MOVEMENT COULD WAKE HIM UP😳😳 imagine getting out of the bed for a glass of water and he’s just asks you why you’re awake and you tell him your throat is dry so you want some water then he puts you back in bed and gets the glass for you🥺🥺 and the he gets back in bed and cuddles with you after you drink your water-

PLEASE I GOT INTO SO MUCH DETAIL🖐😭 I HOPE KUROO IS NOT A PHASE OMG BC I HAD PHASES BEFORE AND MOST LAST ONE YEAR

Nah I love him sm🥺 It’s prob not

Imma listen to yagami yato again for the 3rd time in a rOw

I SAW THIS ONE TIKTOK AND NO MY FEARS HAS COME TO LIFE LIKE SENPAPI GABE (idk if u know him he’s a popular anime tiktoker) TALKED ABT HOW TO GET GAME AND TALKED AB THE CHIBI CHAN THING I WAS TALKING ABT LAST TIME AAAAAAA-

hey hey! I honestly am getting rlly attached to you :) Ik I’m just a anon and I’m prob too shy to ever reveal myself (even though it’s probably the most obvious connection lmao) I enjoy sending you asks and seeing your reactions. >w<

writing notes on yourself is such a good idea! :)) except it might be bad for ur skin- u can carry around sticky notes! 

jjk 😳 i saw a tiktok that reminded me that sk8 the infinity is coming out in a few days and jfdksajlsdkjf ugh, time to fall back into the anime hole (i haven’t watched animes other than haikyuu in a while :’) 

i tried drawing kuroo’s hair and it looked like grass that haven’t been mowed in years. 

hair is too hard to draw smh :’

*imagines playfights with kuroo* *cries* 

i- RIGHT? tsukki’s hair looks kinda soft. tanaka, our king 

WDYM, KUROO’S SLEEPING HABIT IS CUTE 🥺(it’s not helping him but it’s helping his s/o because they’ll be able to lay on his back at any time and he won’t be able to do anything about it. UNLESS HE PURPOSELY ROLLS TURN AND CRUSHES HIS S/O- he would.) 

i- fjdkslakdjf your water scenario isn’t good for my heart. not me melting into a puddle of goo </3 i’m a light sleeper too- (see, this is another sign we’re compatible- >< ) 

i love ur details!! <3

omg i really don’t want him to be a phase. i’ve had phases too and they only last like a few weeks because i move on to other things like kdrama actors (*sighs in cha eunwoo*) and other anime characters- BUT THIS IS THE LONGEST I’VE EVER <33  i won’t be dating for the next couple of years because my mental health says no; gotta find ways to cope with loneliness :’) 

I’VE SEEN HIS TIKTOKS BEFORE- but it’s been a while so i’m sorry babes i don’t really know what ur talking about :’D 

i enjoy reading your asks 🥺come talk to me again soon! <3