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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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Once Upon A Dream - Julian Devorak

Pairing - Julian Devorak x reader (a dress is mentioned to be on reader, but clothes dont mean nothin frfr)

Warnings - Julian getting drunk lmaoooo but nothing other than that lol

Word Count - ~1,270

Notes - this is old... LIKE REALLY FLIPPIN OLD like SO OLD OMG. it was rotting in google docs and I found it and I actually love it. I kinda miss my old writing style ngl... that's okay tho lol, I still love my writing now dont get me wrong, but this was in a time where i had a ton of free time, so i could write all day if i wanted to. anyway, enjoy!!! <333 (i did edit it a bit tho lmao)

You were never around the palace often, considering the people there didn't like you much. You were poor. You worked in the marketplace.

But occasionally, You would find yourself in the garden on a gloomy and foggy day playing with the frost covered, half dead flowers with a smile on your face even though your feet were covered in mud and there was no saving the brim of that dress that had dirt and grass stains collected from the past couple of years.

You smiled as you ran your hand over the ice covered fountain humming to yourself, Once Upon a Dream. The tune has been stuck in your head all morning.

As you was getting through the chorus, watching a bird eat the seeds you threw, you felt something warm next to you and another voice joined in. “But if I know you, I know what you’ll do…”

You turned over, shocked and a man laughed. “My apologies. I love that song. Been stuck in my head all morning, I just had to get it out. I thought it was a nice opportunity.”

You smiled, tilting your head. “Are you… Doctor Devorak?”

“Ugh, formalities. Call me Julian, dear. Or Doctor Julian. Formalities.” He shook his head as he repeated that word.

“What are you doing out here, doctor?”

He smiled, looking at the crisp grass. “Nothing like a morning walk, don't you think? Sometimes one man can get sick of the plague.”

“I would imagine,” you pulled you cold legs towards your chest, sitting down. “Are you getting close to a cure?”

He shrugged, looking off before sighing, putting his head in his hands. “God, I just feel like I'm a failure.”

“A failure? No! You’ve helped a lot of people!”

“There’s only so much I can do before there’s hoards of people! More and more people get infected every day. More people are dying and I can only heal so many at a time.”

“Doctor, you’re doing fi-”

“That’s what you see on the surface! Do you see this?!” He threw off his eyepatch revealing the plague.

You gasped and backed up.

“It's not contagious, love… I apologize… I just let out everything on a stranger, huh?” He sighed, laughing sadly to himself and sat back down, putting the eyepatch back on. “I'm fine. The plague doesn't affect me or anyone around me.”

You sighed, sitting next to him. “I'm sorry about that. You’re doing the best you can do right now though and that’s enough for the town for now.”

“I'm trying.”

You grabbed his warm, gloved hand and rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand. “You are. And that’s good enough. At least you’re putting in effort.”

He laughed and looked directly into your eyes. “I just realized that I never learned your name, dear.”

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“Can I get another salty bitters over here?”

The bartender leaned over the table, laughing. “Another one?! Dr. Devorak, you’re going to die off of those things!”

“The great Dr. Devorak doesn't die over alcohol!” He hiccuped and stood up on his table. “I am the great Dr. No. 069! Got it, barkeep?!”

The whole bar burst out into laughter, including Julian who slipped off of his table.

All of a sudden, the whole bar got quiet when a small silhouette walked in and over to the bar. “Excuse me… can I get a salty bitters please?”

The bartender looked at you with a very skeptical eye, laughing along with the rest of the bar. “The little one… wants a salty bitters?!”

“Yes please.”

“Where did you come from?”

“None of your business. Can I have my drink please?”

He laughed so hard that he fell over along with the rest of the bar and you stood there, rolling your eyes.

Julian scattered up and ran next to you. “A salty bitters, you say?”

You smiled, turning to Julian. “Yes, a salty bitters. Does everyone and their mother have a problem with that?”

He laughed, banging his hand on the counter. “You heard the lady, barkeep! Get her a salty bitters!”

You were standing so close to him that you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

The bartender got up and handed you your alcohol. “There ya go little one! A salty bitters… in a teacup!”

The whole bar broke out into insane laughter as you took your drink.

It all stopped when you slammed it down though.

“I'll take one more and be on my way, thanks.” You threw the money on the counter and the bar went back to normal.

“Did you used to be a pirate or sumthin?” The bartender slid over your drink, flashing you a toothy smile.

“I did.”

“Cute. Enjoy the drink, okay?” He winked and you smiled and walked away, rolling your eyes.

Julian ran after you and grabbed your shoulder. “You look familiar… Do I know you?”

You studied his face for a minute, only a flash of a memory appearing for a second. “I… I don't know.”

His hand slid down your shoulder, falling limply. “Okay… sorry.”

You grabbed his fallen hand, looking into his shaky eyes. “It's okay.” You smiled, sending a shockwave of familiarity through his body that made him shake.

“I'll… see you around?”

You turned over, the smile only turning brighter. “Yeah.”

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He stared at his plague doctor mask, looking off to the sea with a sad look striking his eyes. “Who needs a plague doctor if there’s no plague? …”

He threw his mask into the ocean and a small tear fell down his cheek. He let himself cry with his face in the palms of his hands, calling himself things like a failure and a murderer. He didn't want to be seen as these things, but he figured they were true based on the words of the people. The people he tried to save, only to let down.

“Dr. Devorak?” He turned over, seeing you, who he met at the bar. You, whose shop he broke into. You, who patted him down and he subtly flirted with.

“D-Dear!” He realized that when he looked at you, his face was red, puffy, and tear stained. “S-Sorry.”

She sat next to him, looking out at the sea. “Sorry for what?”

“N-Nothing. Nevermind.”

You sat in silence for a moment as you scooted closer to him, your hands almost touching.

“Julian?”

“Yes?”

“Did you actually kill Lucio?” He looked over to you with shock in his eyes that turned soft almost immediately. “I don't remember.”

You hummed in response, scooting closer. “I hope this doesn't sound weird… but Julian… it feels like we’ve known each other for years.”

He laughed, moving his hand to his hair, brushing it out of his eyes. “You’re telling me!”

You smiled and stood up, stretching your hand out. “Julian, let's go get some dinner.”

Tears pricked the corners of his eyes and he stood up, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “Yes please.”

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Julian, I love you. I didn't tell you… but I have the red plague. I don't know when you’ll read this, but please know that even in death, I will be with you forever. I promise that we’ll see each other again. Even if it takes an eternity. To be honest with you… I love you. I always have. You’ve had nothing but respect for me and I hope that I showed you the same. Good luck. You’ll always be the best doctor in my eyes. I believe in you. Even in my last days I look at you with dreamy eyes. I love you, Dr. Devorak.

XOXO

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adhdduckie · 1 year

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Being in love with your best friend.

my masterlist: here

Hello! duckie here, this is my first post on tumblr, and please do let me know if you notice any mistakes and such. Feedback would be greatly appreciated! If you have any requests, do let me know, I'll try to write them. fluff! Itadori x Fem!reader.

3k words! please enjoy

summary : yuuji and gojo go for a mission. Things end up going slightly awry and Yuuji gets hit with the effects of a curse, feelings are spilled and happy relationship yay.

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How you felt about Yuuji was no secret, however much you tried to hide it. It was obvious to everyone but him. You tried your best to not show it to him, afraid of rejection, but Nobara and Megumi had noticed.

Megumi was the first to notice, but didn’t mention it to you. You knew that Megumi knew, but never spoke to him about it. You told Nobara, since you two were the best of friends, and slowly she began recognising the way you would do anything for him, how you wouldn’t hesitate to help him, not ever wanting him to be hurt. You would definitely sacrifice your life for him, regardless of your relationship status.

You wanted to tell Yuuji that you loved him so bad, but being a sorcerer was difficult, and it was scary to tell your best friend that you loved them more than a friend. You thought that he would never think of you in the same way you thought of him. Your love for him progressed to the point where you would lie in bed in your dorm, next to his, unable to sleep unless you imagined him there lying with you, holding you close and whispering his love for you into your ears, these words made for you and you alone.

When he was sent on missions, you were terrified, afraid that he would get hurt and that he wouldn’t come back. You hated yourself for thinking that, as you knew he was strong, able to hold his ground against many curses.

Everyday was tiring, having to pretend that you weren't in love with him. When you did little things for him, like making an extra lunch for him because you know how much he loves your cooking, to going out of your way to buying things you know he loves, such as those little souvenirs you get for him every time you have to go overseas.

He even had an entire shelf just for the small trinkets you brought for him. I mean sure, you bought some for Nobara and Megumi, but you put in the most thought into Itadori's gifts.

You were a second grade sorcerer, regardless of being in your first year of jujutsu tech, being the fourth first year. Your clan, the L/Ns, weren't very well known, but you had a strong technique, regardless of your parents being non-shamans.

you weren't exactly sure when you realised you loved him , maybe when you looked forward to missions you had together, and wanted to spend as much time as you could with him.

It could have been how he was so thoughtful, always doing little things like helping you do things you had issues with, or buying you that little drink you liked so much every time you finished training. Maybe when he'd remember your favourite coffee order, or when he bought you bubble tea on the way back to the dorms after a mission that for some reason you couldn't go on .

It made you feel loved and cared for. You were a very tactile person, so you were usually touching Itadori at all times, without making him uncomfortable. You had asked him if he was okay with physical affection from a friend and he was, but it took you a while to actually start. He sometimes initiated contact first but it was never much, his arm resting against your shoulder, elbows bumping when walking together, knees resting against each other.

The actions were simple, small, but you enjoyed them. You knew better than to read into them too much, believing that his strange yet slightly funny obsession with Jennifer Lawrence would never allow him to like you back. You tried to get yourself to understand that, and realise it properly so you could stop being enamoured with him, but it didn't quite work.

You had always known about your ancestry, and knew how your family could see things, that were regarded as "strange" and "suspicious" by society. Your parents taught you stories, explained the basics of jujutsu to you, and you grew up knowing your family technique even when they were incapable of harnessing any cursed energy.

Your grandfather had to teach you how to use your power, which was quite similar to Megumi's shikigami, except your "shikigami" had been passed down for generations, it being the same original creature, but changing forms with every family member, but was still able to change shape into anything it wished when instructed.

Your grandfather had been a powerful sorcerer, and had lived to the ripe age of 97. He had taught you everything he knew, training you physically to being quite capable of holding your own ground, and being able to harness your cursed energy very well. The creature that was similar to the shikigami was called Hokori, which meant in direct translation from Japanese to english, "pride".

There was a story that your mother used to tell you when you were a young child, as she tucked you into bed after a long day of playing and learning about your family.

The story was that the first L/N, who was a powerful sorcerer, had heard rumours of a creature that was terrorising a town quite a distance away, that granted wishes to anyone that was able to catch it. She set out, wanting to gain power and be able to protect the ones she loved. When she finally found the hokori, she caught it after days of struggle. The hokori, realising it had been caught, shifted into a blurry form and spoke in a scratchy voice that sent shivers down her spine.

"Well done, mortal. I see you have caught me, I shall grant you one wish and it will come true." The hokori sighed. The first L/N pondered for awhile, wondering how she would ask for her wish. finally, she decided. "My wish, oh great one," she began, " is for you to protect my family and their descendants, with every crumb of your power. I wish that you help us, in times of need."

The hokori stared at her, face shifting between every animal she could name, making it hard for her to read its expressions. It seemed like the hokori could not choose on which form it wished to present, and that made her wary. Finally, in the form of a blue haired man, he spoke. "Very well, but there is something I require in turn. If you or your family wishes me to appear every time they summon me, there must be a small sacrifice. I will appear if they drop a tiny bit of blood on this," he snapped his fingers and a small bracelet appeared, floating. It was a silver metal bracelet with a small oval shape on the band that had a little dip for the blood to be put. "And I will follow their every demand. do not worry, I am incapable of dying, but I have an allotted time. I cannot stay present by your side or theirs for more than 3 hours at a time.

However, when you reach a certain level of mastery of cursed energy, I can stay for however long as required, but it is very draining." he paused, as if there was something else he was leaving out. "what?" she asked, and he sighed. "But, if you wish to allow your descendants and family to gain control for longer, I can make it so that they can reach it by a certain age, but there is a price that you alone must pay." She tensed, and dropped to her knees, praying to this screwed up idea of a god.

"I will do whatever it takes." His face broke into grin. " It seems you really are prepared to do whatever," he mocked, "All I need is the remaining cursed energy you have in your body. you will still be able to summon me, but you will not be able to use your technique any longer." she agreed, getting up and wiping off the dirt on her kimono pants.

She sacrificed so much to do whatever it took to protect the ones she loved. You always supposed you were similar in that way, since you were completely prepared to sacrifice anything for your friends and family. But the only one that you would do absolutely anything was your best friend, Yuuji Itadori, whom you loved with all your heart, even as a teen.

That story stuck with you for a long time, the bracelet on your wrist that you used to summon Hokori, gave you the biggest reminder. You gained the bracelet at the age of 13, when you exorcised your first semi grade two curse, alone with no help.

Your grandfather trained with you, taught you how to control Hokori. Your grandfather explained that Hokori would listen to your every command, and would treat you with respect as long as you treated him with respect.

But the first time when you unlocked hokori, something was different. He didn't speak to you out loud, but in your head. He could hear every thought you had and you could communicate telepathically. Hokori took the form as a black and white tatsu.

You were not surprised, since as you grew up you often dreamed of your hokori shape being a tatsu. Next to that bracelet, was a small thin one with an engraved dragon to match your tatsu. Yuuji had given that one to you on your 16th birthday. It was your favourite gift, not just because he gave it to you, but it felt like he was thinking of you at the time when he got it for you. You supposed it sounded stupid, but you allowed yourself to indulge in it anyways.

Maybe when he'd remember your favourite coffee order, or when he bought you bubble tea on the way back to the dorms after a mission. It made you feel loved and cared for.

You were a very tactile person, so you were usually touching Itadori at all times. Arm resting on his shoulder, elbows bumping when walking together, knees resting against each other. The actions were simple, small, but you enjoyed them.

You knew better than to read into them too much, believing that his obsession with Jennifer Lawrence would never allow him to like you back. You tried to get yourself to understand that, and realise it properly so you could stop being enamoured with him, but it didn't quite work.

So that's why you were here in front of his dorm room at 9 am on a Sunday morning, hand in a fist, ready to knock and ask him if he wants to train with you, just so you can spend some extra time with you.

You take a deep breath of air, and knock. You hear some shuffling coming from inside, and the unlocking of the door, and you're brought face to face with Itadori as he opens the door. Immediately it feels like a bunch to your stomach and a squeeze around your heart as you take him in with your eyes in all his early morning glory.

The dyed pink hair at the top of his head, ruffled from his hands running through it, his eyes crinkled in a smile at the sight of you. Regardless of seeing him almost everyday, you still had a fluttering feeling in your stomach whenever you saw him. "hey, what's up?" he asked.

You told him that you wanted to train with him since you had a new fight combo you wanted to try out. "yeah sure, just let me get ready, I'll meet you in the grounds in 10." he said as he closed the door. You walked away towards the training grounds and summoned Hokori.

"heh. mortal love still amuses me" Hokori said to you, taking his tatsu form besides you."dude, you're living in my head, stop reading every thought, it's quite annoying " you thought back to him, not having to say a single word out loud. you went towards the vending machine and bought Yuuji his favourite drink while waiting for him. When he finally arrived, you handed his drink, set down your own and stood on opposite ends of the fighting pitch.

You both assume a fighting position, legs shoulder width apart, fists raised and elbows bent, protecting your face and your side as best as you could. You knew Yuuji was a strong fighter and extremely fast, so you prepared yourself for his attack.

Based on you watching his other fights, he usually started with a punch or a kick to the side, knowing that, you called for hokori with your mind. "block!" hearing your call, he warps in front of you effectively breaking the brunt of itadori's punch. "Throw him!" Yet again, he follows your command, and grabs itadori and throws him. Itadori, lands on his feet, and charges toward you.

Just before impact, Gojo appears, teleporting with his ability and ending the fight. Letting Yuuji know that he has a mission. You don't understand why you aren't tasked with him as usual, but you don't ask since you're not interested in making a scene.

You know you shouldn't be worried, Yuuji can hold his own. really well, too. You let out a little sigh and walk over to the bench and pick up your drink, where his is too and throw it over to him. He catches it, throws you a smile and gojo takes him away.

The next few hours are slightly stressful for you. You believe in him, and you know he is able to hold his own, but you're so used to fighting with him that you can't help but worry when he's not with you. this is his first mission alone, without you or fushiguro. Per usual, as soon as yuuji's gone, you feel lonely so you head over to hang with Nobara and Fushiguro.

" Y/N."

"what"

"stop worrying about him, he's going to be fine" Megumi says, eyes dull, looking stoic as ever.

"give her a break, she's always with him, it's like she has seperation anxiety. Y/N, You are powerful, but yuuji doesn't need you to protect him." Nobara throws you a small candy, hoping to get your mind off of yuuji.

"i know- but I can't help but be worried. I mean, He's been gone for a lot longer than he should be. Maybe Gojo's taken him to buy some sweets or something. That damn old man, he only thinks about himself"

suddenly, you hear gojo's shrill voice from somewhere within the dorms. "Y/N!!!! where are you? I need you!" Nobara laughs and gives you a look of pity; "old man's looking for you, wonder what hes up to now." You shoot her a look of irritation, but you're slightly worried, since Gojo was supposed to be helping with the excorcising mission. You call for tatsu to bring you and he complies, slightly irritated.

You arrive, seeing yuuji floating next to gojo, looking slightly pinker than usual and completely out of it. He's staring fixated at you and mumbling under his breath, and you have no clue what he's saying. You turn to glare at gojo, "what did you do!?" Gojo turns to you sheepishly smiles and says "I yelled at yuuji to come try one of my kikifuku and the curse hit him. Shoko says he's fine, and that it'll wear off in a while, but the effects are similar to being drunk."

"if it's such a low level curse, why did you need him?" gojo rubs the back of his head, " False report, It was supposed to be a stronger one" You sigh, and gojo snaps his fingers and yuuji falls to the ground. "okay! I'm leaving him in your care! bye˜" With that, he disappears, most likely gone to annoy Nanamin sensei or shoko. you send a little prayer for them, and turn to yuuji.

"hey dude, you alright?" Yuuji looks up from the floor where he was lying, and stares at you fixatedly.

"y/n! i missed you" he slurs. "yeah yeah, missed you too. Now c'mon, i'll take you back to your room." You hoist him up, completely forgetting that you can always just have tatsu carry him.

He's clinging onto you quite tightly, and you struggle to walk him to his dorm. You give up and bring him to your room, throwing him on to the bed and ignoring his "mppf" of protest. You realise your cheeks have heaten up and you begin to fan your cheeks. "y/nn" he drags out , bringing your attention back to him. "Yes?"

"You're so pretty" he mumbles into your pillow. you get flustered but try not to show it, reminding yourself that he's been hit with a curse and he probably doesn't mean it. So instead, you hit back with a "i know. I'm stunning." he grins soppily and whispers " you matter a lot to me" and you respond with " aw, you're my best friend too"

"no no, not like that" he pouts like a child. " you matter a lot , i like you very very much. " you're not sure what kind of way he means it, but you really hope it's the same way you mean it. But, you remember again, he's been hit with a curse.

"Cmon Yuuji, you should probably get some rest, you're talking nonsense." you tell him pushing his head back onto your pillow and throwing the blanket over him. Tatsu appears, in his little dragon form, and whispers to you ; " he's telling the truth. Albeit slightly like a child."

You wave him away and tell him he's speaking nonsense. He grins at you and poofs away. You sit down at your desk and do some studying. You may be a jujutsu sorcerer but you should still know basic physics.

"y/n?" you hear him whisper, you turn to him. " what's up?" "c'mere" you get up and move next to him in the bed, since this is something you're used to.

He hugs you from behind and whispers " i actually do like you, and before you say anything about how im still under the influence of the curse, I swear, I'm not. Ask me a basic math question, you'll see, i'll get it right." "fine. what's 115 + 27?" he pauses , before whining, "gimme something easier please!! You know I can't do math mentally." you know he's finally back to normal.

He turns serious; "I'm sorry it took me so long, but i needed to make sure if i really liked you this way. Please tell me you feel the same." he whispers in your ear. You're shivering and you don't know why. You turn around to face him. " i feel the same. You're an idiot for not noticing sooner. everyone knew. Hell, I'm pretty sure Gojo knows." He gives you a small smile before leaning in to kiss you, and you know it's finally happened.

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Hello! Thanks for reading, I really hope you guys enjoyed, this took me so long to finish, it's been sitting in my drafts since like November. Bye bye!!

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dilfkuza · 4 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 龍が如く | Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kiryu Kazuma/Majima Goro Characters: Kiryu Kazuma, Majima Goro, Goromi Additional Tags: Post-Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza 0 (Video Game), Club Sunshine (Yakuza), Drinking, First Meetings, Flirting, Genderqueer Character, Public Display of Affection, Foreplay, Flustered Kiryu Kazuma, this takes place vaguely during the Premium Adventure mode Summary:

"Thank you for choosing me! I'm Goromi, let's have some fun~!"

Hearing the sharp falsetto she spoke with was usually enough to get the patrons sputtering, but as she stood up it was a surprise to see the man was still sitting there. His eyes were wide, but not with the usual shock she saw. If she didn't know any better, he almost looked enthralled. "Kiryu. I'm… glad you were available."

#kazumaji #goromi #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #yayyy yippie yay i finally finished a Goromi fic!!!#and all it took was... omg i started this one in june-#no one look at me it takes me forever to finish a project #but i had to write y0Goromi and y0Kiryu together im love them #Kiryu's brain turns to mush whenever Goromi even looks at him totally canon and true #he may be able to smooth talk his way at the telephone club but in front of Goromi he's too focused on not drooling #okay enough tag rambling i need to look at the rarepair fic i wrote under copious amounts of cold medicine bye #cy writes

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allthegoodusernamesaretakenagain · 5 months

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the next chapter is here! i hope you like it because after many re-writes, i think she’s good now!!!

#omg that took forever to write #but i think you'll all be happy #i am #the legend of zelda #zelda fanfiction #botw #botw fanfic

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hopalongfairywren · 1 year

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For the ask game, 🥚, 🔪, and 🏳️‍🌈?

🥚 - To what extent should the Eggpire's former members be held responsible for their actions under the Egg's influence? Oooh special interest, be prepared for a long-ass answer. Also, since this is gonna be so long, I'll just reblog my answer to the other two questions. TLDR for those not interested in individual explanations: It varies character to character but for the sake of angst, drama, personal enjoyment, and enjoyment of seeing my favorite characters going through it, I love incorporating this very question into my own stories as a very real side-plot and moral question between revenge and rehabilitation, which would tie in well with the other concurring arcs' themes of retribution, what the line between justice and revenge is, redemption, loss of trust... Ugh talk about waste of potential in canon.... (God forbid the dsmp ever let multiple plotlines intersect in a way that is cool and ties the whole story together) Anyways, I answered this a long time ago, and since then the egg finale happened, so I have a new opinion. c!Hannah, Ponk, even Ant (although he was a blood thirsty little murder kitty) stay the same in that, they were all desperate people taken advantage of (and sometimes even abducted) into being egg-controlled, much like a real cult. Unlike a real cult though, where no matter how brainwashed someone might be we generally treat them as responsible for the crimes they committed, the egg has mind control at it's disposal.

I still don't know how the egg is supposed to actually work in canon lore, like as an ancient parasite, as a fungus, as a supernatural curse...? And at this point we'll never find out, but the point is these people- all of them but especially those three, were under the egg's complete control of their minds, and if not that then at least their was some version of TLOU cordyceps-esq type scenario, but where even if the egg's influence on their minds could at least wane somewhat, (I'll get back to that with the other three offical eggpire members) It still controlled their bodies via muscles. (This probably isn't intended at all, and if the egg solely controlled their muscles, the infected would probably be less able to do things such as plan banquets... but it's a fun concept to explore) Now for the other three, c!Bad, c!Punz, and c!Skeppy (I know he doesn't technically count but I'm ignoring that.) c!Punz is a special case because I feel like they either forgot or didn't care that they were at one point a part of the early eggpire. They weren't at the red banquet. And even though I thought they'd be a Chekhov's gun type situation where he'd come to play in the revival book lore, where it could have been revealed c!stagedduo were working to strengthen the egg as equal-partnership (at least in their minds) allies, in order to distract the SMP by using the killing of c!Vikk and Lazar as a means to feed the egg. Or maybe the Sam Bucket finale stream, or the c!Sam's multiple bodies finale, or the egg finale, or even maybe the finale finale Tommy finale. Which could have with Punz unleashing the egg on c!Clingyduo, betraying c!Dream for it, or idk, something. But nope he was to busy being a walking revival book and god forbid the loose plot threads of the dsmp ever get tied together in a reasonable manor. Also their was that time he was kinda sad c!Tommy died and showed signs of resisting the egg but that just. Doesn't line up with any further characterization we get of him, especially that finale. But even though c!Punz wasn't there at the most memorable egg atrocity, if we're talking about holding dsmp characters accountable for their atrocities, there's a whole other laundry list of crimes c!Punz committed while fully in control of his body. c!Bad is also interesting, because does seem to be able to break out of egg control for a moment so he can yell at c!Skeppy. But that obviously didn't last long enough for him to not go ahead with the red banquet... But it's worth remembering he like the first three was desperate for Skeppy to come back, although that isn't an excuse for any of his actions. But if anyone besides c!Ant was gonna be punished for the red banquet, or c!Sam being trapped, or the multiple Puffy assassination attempts, It would be c!Bad who organized, lead and founded the eggpire in the first place. (Hey c!Sam why'd you demote c!Hannah and treat her like shit for betraying your trust when c!Bad and c!Ant, the men you had carry out one of the jobs you consider most important, keeping c!dream in the prison betrayed you not once but fucking twice, and three times if you count c!Bad giving enderwalk c!ranboo the prison blue prints? And lastly, c!Skeppy, who wasn't a part of the official eggpire but may as well be the reason it formed considering c!Bad's motivation. But i'm not focusing on that, i'm focusing on the last egg lore stream, where it's revealed c!Skeppy made a deal after waking up from his death unegged and killing c!Bad to uninfect him, and then presumably coordinate everything from the red herring evidence being planted to pushing c!Puffy down the hole. And I think he was reinfected somewhere along the way? Anyways by that point I don't really think anyone cares about how in control you were of yourself or why you listened to the giant murder egg, you done fucked up and started the apocalypse.

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espectres · 5 months

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@dnangelic sent:

azumano's gardens still bloomed even during chilly decembers. up north, it was certainly snowing thick blankets in the mountains. but here, surrounded by sleepy white roses and the nipping, albeit crystal-clear air of the winter season, daisuke only wants to let his fingers drift out to his seated side in a search for shou's own frigid digits. it's quiet here, infinitely more so than the busy town center or the various shopping districts lining the town, and if only for while the wintry grey light of the sky remained, he wanted to spend and enjoy every moment that he could with the other.

' is it true they don't have saint white's day where you're from? '

he feels a little like a fool for bringing a ribbon all this way for the sake of it, but reveals the strip of soft cloth from his pocket nevertheless, smiling and flushing in a way that might have confessed to every tender-hearted every meaning. things like white ribbons, or red strings of fate. all that ever mattered was that they were connected and tied together by their very souls and hearts, wasn't that how it should have been?

if the rebel's organ swells at all, then daisuke allows the passing wind to hide it. the folds and loose hood of his clothing obscure away any transformation, ever the loving sinner's most sincere proof as he ties the ribbon to shou's wrist with such a swift, masterful touch that it could have shocked anyone any less accustomed to it. ' it's kind of funny. i felt so nervous all day about it that i couldn't keep checking my pocket to make sure i still had it with me, but right now, i feel so calm and happy. ' his touch guardedly keeps to the other, while his other palm lifts above the space of his heart. a grin spreads across his cheeks, but the fallen angel's sharp teeth and eyes are equally fast to dissolve as he continues.

" No, only Valentine's. " His quiet chuckles release fog, a small insignificant cloud around his smiling lips. Warmth wraps around his fingers, burns into his skin pleasantly as he instantly returns the hold. Gifts and chocolates and envelopes with heart stickers, things that seemed far fetched and oddly cliche, like these people were in their own paralleling dimension where such niceties mattered and changed the trajectory of their lives, and maybe it did, who was he to talk and question it ? He only got glimpses and bits and pieces from people who experienced the day to the fullest, and maybe even a little more than usual in Ritsu's case; but a locker overflowing with presents didn't sound as bad as his friend made it seem.

At least that's what the young esper used to think, but now he can see why it's irritating, he can see how a gift can be so disheartening. When so many people express their affection towards you in the same way, using a national holiday as an excuse for the typical gifts and repetitive words in love letters, would it really make a part of their self shine through ? Can they really make an impression, a print, or anything that could link to how much they care ? And more importantly, can they make their target of affection feel adored ? Unique ? Truly loveable in their own way ? Intead they wind up feeling plain, superficial, effortless in all sorts of unpleasant ways.

And really, it's not something about the gift itself, Shou couldn't exactly pinpoint the errors- but it definitely wasn't that. He couldn't care any less about materlistic aspects, he is 100% sure Daisuke could gift him a shiny rock found on the sidewalk and Shou would be over the moon about it, then treasure it forever. And the backup to his theory lies in the profound sharpness of the others' gaze, his own hand moves to purposefully adjust the hood over the overflowing violet strands.

How can he not treasure any gift when it's from Daisuke and all of Daisuke's meaningful confessions ? All of his little truths and feelings that Shou could never put into words, ever so graceless- only helpless to listen and be rendered utterly smitten and watch as the evidence of all the importance behind the gifts made itself known in the form of a curse. A racing heartbeat and all the sincere emotions that empower it- just for him ? Just for him ? His insides twist, his heart stammers, flinches in its own fashion like a fresh wound would flare against clean water, afraid of the sting, knowing full well it's harmless.

" I love it. " He says along breaths of laughter, cheeks bright & unabashed red. " Superstitious is a weird word, though. " These people believed in things they couldn't see, challenging the common logic and thinking outside of the box. His smile tugs wider as he traces the ribbon, feeling tiny threads cling clumsily, momentarily to his calluses and dead tissue, the knot so delicately done around his facilitating pulse, the blood rushing in bearts from his drumming heart. Does he count as superstitious ? Can his own beliefs be regarded as such when the unseen and the unknown has always been his reality ?

" It's just like love charms, there isn't any power behind them if you don't really believe in it. " It was the case with a lot of charms and curses, just manifestations of people's strong emotions and deep desires coming into life, changing life itself, even though they are never quite powerful. He can almost feel it, a trace of soul in the piece of cloth, and he can see himself waking up many moons later to find that it has become a full-fledged charm, a reminder of the love that would kindly aid his heart as it ventures through hardships. But the promise of many ribbons and many years to come assaults said heart instead, caught off-guard and wide open, now skipping with a newfound force as Shou's eyes widen in flustered surprise. What else was he expecting ? Could he possibly imagine anything short of such unbounded sincerity ? Well, no, but to be fair- he wasn't expecting anything to begin with, often ready for the worst, ever content with whatever he has, never what he wants, constantly in the face of change and always braced for a hit, and Shou could only observe as his thoughts stumble upon one another like a pile of stupid puppies.

He stumbles too, he is sure of it, abruptly leaning forward to bury his burning face away in the other's safe embrace. And he remains there hidden, arms moving to cling to the other tightly. " Me too, I- I really want this. " I want to stay, I want you to stay. His voice is barely audible, strangled by emotion and stifled by fabric. " I want to stay with you. " A sudden visceral feeling of mortality washes over him, reminding him of how ephemeral everything is, even the simplest things as ties between people could end with one watching the other walk away, standing there, helpless and lonely. His lack of grace flies over his head, instead he moves that useless thing to the side, placing ear flush against the sound of a heartbeat. " I'll tie it for you next time, okay ? "

#HERE YOU GO. THIS TOOK ME AGES OMG #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #fun fact i wrote all of this. on paper by pen like nearly 5 days ago BUT IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO GET IT ON TUMBLR #NEVER AGAIN!!!!!!!!#ショウ ; distortion confronts both heart and mind. / writing.#ショウ ; we scraped our bones to get fire. / inbox.#dnangelic #NEED A TAG FOR THEM.#alsl no icons we die like women cuz it's 5 am and i have no idea for that at this hour ( she has eyes for letters instead ?! )

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@cxldblxxded sent: ❛ 27 . a kiss to end the sexual tension . ( from cad hehe )

With anyone else, Hyacinthe would have felt extremely ill at ease, extremely awkward, lying in their tiny tent with someone else. Before that night, no one had ever seen that tent. Hyacinthe was too ashamed of their situation to ever talk about it, even less show it. But Cad was different. He understood them. He never judged them for their situation nor did he make them feel like they did not belong or were unlovable in any form of way.

He made them feel safe.

When their eyes met, Hyacinthe smiled softly. There had always been a lot of affection between them, even from the start, among a lot of other feelings that appeared throughout the months. A lot of lost touches that never even began. Longing glances that meant so much yet never said anything. Just like now. They were simply staring at each other without a word, yet Hyacinthe's gaze conveyed all the emotions they wanted to express. Their whole body was shivering, but not from the cold, from the anticipation, the sincere need to reach for him. To kiss him.

And again, they did not need to say or do anything. Cad seemed to understand everything they wanted or thought. Tonight was no different as he slithered from his spot in the tent towards them. It was not until he was leaning over them that they noticed how fast their heart was beating and how harsh their breath had become. Their fingers trembled as they reached up to cup his cheeks but thankfully for them, it did not stop Cad to make the first move. A little moan of anticipation finally escaped their lips as they kissed.

It was soft, gentle, exactly like Cad, but there was and underlining intensity that transcribed passion and lust, so much that Hyacinthe arched their body against his, in need of more.

#we might be dead by tomorrow ⋈ interactions #brûler le feu (main) ⋈ verse #dynamics ⋈ cad x hyacinthe #cxldblxxded #// omg this took forever to write cause I wanted it to be perfect

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janetbrown711 · 2 years

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Of Hope and Optimism

Luisa tries to balance optimism with crush mistakes

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Ao3 Link

.o0o.

Luisa hadn’t left her room in four days. No, she stayed curled up in her bed, not even getting up to eat. Her ankle remained elevated and as well cared for as possible, and while the aching in her ankle did lessen, the ache in her soul remained the same.

She could still see her mother’s haunted gaze. Her confusion at seeing her. Her mention of Abuelo. The blood trickling from her mouth.

Her mamá was dying.

Luisa had never seen a dead body, but her mamá practically counted.

The vision haunted her every time she closed her eyes.

Every night she prayed to a miracle that it would go away– that all this pain and suffering would just go away .

But it never did.

…but a sound outside her door caught her ear.

Footsteps, familiarly light ones– Isabella’s. Of course, this was usual, her room was right next to hers. But she sounded… excited? A pace back and forth, followed by the quiet steps of none other than Dolores. Hushed whispers were exchanged right in front her door, and Luisa found herself now wanting nothing more than to get out of bed and know if something happened–

Was Mamá better? Did the fever run its course? Was it over? Was she waiting for her too?

Suddenly, Luisa could no longer wait. She hobbled out of her room as fast as possible, swinging the door open, shocking her sister and cousin as they froze in place. Luisa looked around, her heart sinking slightly at her mother’s absence.

“L-luisa! You’re… you’re up,” Isa said, a nervous smile taking up her face. Dolores simply nodded.

“I-i heard all the excitement and thought… it’s stupid now that I think about it,” Her heart sunk further.

“Oh,” Isa’s smile faded.

“Y-yeah, I think I’ll just… I’m gonna go back to bed–”

“Isa has a plan to help Tía but we can’t let Abuela know because she said it’s a dumb idea!” Dolores spilled before covering her mouth with a gasp. Luisa blinked, not believing a word that was said, until looking at how red Isa’s face was.

“Why would you tell Luisa that?! It was supposed to be our secret, Lola,” Isa whispered harshly.

“I-i don’t know. I think Luisa deserves to know, you know– it’s her mama too,” Dolores glanced at her little cousin.

Isa glanced back at her sister, clearly contemplating. Luisa did her best to not feel betrayed.

“I… guess. I don’t know– are you able to walk into town?” Isa asked. Luisa chewed her lip.

“Maybe if I had a cane?” Luisa shrugged.

“I think Abuela keeps one by the–” Before Dolores could finish her sentence, Casita’s tiles rolled along in such a way that a cane was quickly presented to Luisa, who took it with a grateful pat on the wall.

“Well… I guess all that’s left now is to go see Mariano in town and hope that message actually worked, haha,” Isa said, eyes dropping to the ground as she tucked hair behind her ear. Dolores quickly grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Don’t worry. Even if he doesn’t, we can just look in the library ourselves. And you’ve got help, right Luisa,” Dolores motioned for her to support.

“Y-yeah of course!” Luisa hobbled over to the other side, Abuela’s cane acting more like a crutch. “We’re the cousins Madrigal– if anyone can save mami it’s us, right?” Luisa forced herself to believe what she said. Isa nodded, seeming to share the same falsely positive feeling.

“Of course,” She said, gripping her sister’s shoulder, her trembling hand confirming Luisa’s suspicions.

Together, the three of them made their way to the stairs, Casita making them move for Luisa’s sake, until they were down and almost out the door until–

“Luisa! You’re out of your room–! And– Dolores? Isa? Where are the three of you going? And is that Mamá’s cane?” Pepa stood by a boiling pot of breakfast stew, her red curls in an even messier braid than usual, with deeper bags under her eyes too.

“Oh, I just wanted some company while I did my morning flower run,” Isa bluffed.

“Oh? Well, don’t let me stop you. It’s good for you girls to get your fresh air– especially you Luisa. I’ll be sure to tell Agustín you’re up,” Pepa smiled, a soft rainbow overhead, making Luisa feel a little embarrassed, but a little proud of herself too.

“Yes, yes, do that Mamá– we’ll be back soon enough,” Dolores practically pushed them towards Casita’s doors.

“Um– alright. Be careful then!” Pepa called back, but by then they were already out of the doors.

“Dios mío– did you really need to push us? My lie was perfectly fine on its own,” Isa huffed, brushing off her dress.

“Can’t keep Mariano waiting,” Dolores gave a big shrug, before urging them on once more. Isabella quickly, though Luisa struggled to keep up. Determined not to distract though, she remained silent as she hobbled behind.

Soon enough the girls made it to the village, which remained… oddly quiet. What day was it? Luisa hadn’t been out in so long– perhaps the people of the village were just as sick as mami was, so if she wasn’t fixed then no one would be and then the village would become a ghost town and then–

“You’re breathing really fast– are you okay?” Dolores was suddenly right in front of Luisa. The nine-year-old blinked, shaking her head to rid herself of the thought.

“Just… catching up,” Luisa grimaced.

“Well, we’re at my starting point so we can go slower from here,” Isa said, going to a light post and revitalizing the withering vines.

Dolores stayed by Luisa’s side as Isa worked more hurriedly just ahead, placing a soft hand on her back.

“Has… has the village usually been this empty?” Luisa asked.

“Things have been slowing a bit since tía got sick,” Dolores had to think about it. “But it is still early, I wouldn’t worry too much.”

Right, Luisa was just being a baby, worrying about nothing.

Everything was fine. mami was fine, the village was fine, Luisa was fine.

Everything was fine.

…her eye twitched.

Dolores noticed, but said nothing.

And so they marched on.

.o0o.

After what felt like a silent eternity, they eventually reached the bench Isa said Mariano and her had met on the previous day, and lo and behold the boy was running towards it too, a flower petal in hand, as well as a heavy bag.

“Hola Mariano,” Dolores smiled sheepishly.

“Oh– Hola, Dolores; Isabella–” He paused. “Lu…isa?”

She nodded.

“Right– Luisa,” He gave an apologetic smile.

“Did you get the book?” Isa asked.

“Well– I did check the library, but it turns out quite a few fit that description, so I just borrowed them all and threw them in this bag Señor Sánches let me borrow,” he said, setting it down on the bench.

“Wow, those books look big,” Luisa cringed at the sight. She liked reading, but it looked like… a lot.

“I can help you three scan through them if you’d like. I may not be the smartest, but I can read well,” Mariano smiled earnestly.

“Of course! A-and it shouldn’t be too hard, we can just check the indexes to see if they might have anything we need,” Dolores immediately spoke. Isa glanced at her cousin a moment before verbally agreeing.

“Yeah, it shouldn't take too long. Hopefully they have a picture too,” Isa said, tucking her hair back once more.

“Let’s get to it then,” Mariano beamed, taking a book and plopping onto the ground, Dolores sitting next to him, Isa across and Luisa on the bench.

Page after page, Luisa flipped through, carefully not to tear any pages on accident, scanning through index after index for any hint of a…

“Wait, what am I looking for?” Luisa asked.

“Something on the Verbena or Yellow Fever or maybe Mosquitoes. Mamá said that the flower held a cure,” Isa didn’t look up from her reading.

Verbena or Yellow Fever… Verbena or Yellow Fever…

No, this book was about animal diseases. No, this one only talked about malaria, geez– how many red books with white letters could there be? Not this page, not that page– wait-!

Luisa spotted something– a chapter on “Yellow Fever and Other Mosquito-Borne Illnesses”!

Verbena, verbena, verbena… Ah ha! Verbena!

“Isa! I found something!” Luisa proudly proclaimed. Isa perked up, rushing to her sister’s side and taking the book from her.

“The Verbena is a flower native to Venezuela, known for its healing properties!” Isa grinned wide, pink flowers appearing in her hair, catching the attention of the other two. “Often used to fight sore throat and heart related diseases, it’s uncertain whether or not this yellow flower can cure yellow… fever,” Isa slowed.

An uneasy wave washed through the children, but Isa read on. “Studies have been done but never has a cure ever been proven for yellow fever, and there… There might never be…”

“Let me see that,” Dolores didn’t believe what she was hearing. Quickly she grabbed the book and read over it, but the look in her eyes confirmed what Isa read was true. A tidal wave of guilt crashed over Luisa’s body as she saw Isa begin to cry.

“I-i should’ve just listened to Abuela– why did I think I could ever fix this? That my job could ever be anything outside of making stupid flowers!” She did her best not to choke.

“N-no, It’s my fault for not reading it before getting all excited,” Luisa argued.

“But isn’t it still worth a try? If Señora Julieta believes in it, then I know I do,” Mariano suggested, placing a hand on Isa that she shook off.

“ Mamá is dying ! She’s hallucinating, just like Abuela said. Sh-she probably was just imagining things,” Isa shouted, thorny vines wrapping around her arms. “And that book doesn’t even have a stupid picture!”

“Isa–” Dolores tried to comfort her too, but Isa stormed off. Without much thought, Mariano and Dolores gave chase, tossing the book aside and leaving Luisa to her lonesome.

…needless to say, it didn’t take long before Luisa too felt the sting of tears.

All she wanted to do was help, but it seemed like all it did was get others hurt, including herself. She should’ve just stayed out of it– let grown ups handle it.

But– but she was supposed to be useful. She was the strong one. She had to do something , right?

Luisa looked at the books around her. She picked up the one Dolores discarded and once again flipped to the page from before. What Isa read did turn out in fact, true, but Luisa couldn’t accept it. She picked up a different book and flipped through that– nothing. Another one– nothing. Another one– yellow fever! –possible cures!

A yellow cluster flower– maybe the verbena! A picture too! Isa just needs to see it!

Luisa jumped up in excitement to run to her sister, but fell over in pain from her ankle. Silently she cursed her foolishness, as she now also had a bruise to match her father’s. Head and ankle throbbing, Luisa couldn’t help but still feel a sense of nervous excitement. Was she wrong about the other book, yes. Were all the others useless? Also yes. But this one at least suggested something, and while she wasn’t certain if it was the verbena, it was something – and listed under possibilities. If Luisa could just get up and find Isabella to tell her the news–

Wait a minute, she had heard a rip– the page was now torn clean off (Señor Sánches wasn’t going to be happy). Luisa struggled to get herself back on the bench, resting her ankle up on it too, bending for the page when suddenly a very, very poorly timed gust of wind blew by, taking the page and sending it away.

“Wait-! No– come back!” Luisa scrambled to get up, remembering the cane this time and tried to ignore all the pain as she followed it.

“Luisa? Luisa! Where are you going?” She heard Isabella, who finally returned with her cousin and Mariano.

“I found it! But the page fell out!” Luisa pointed. Immediately the three of them sprang into action, trying to beat the wind and try to catch it before it hit any puddles or got stuck somewhere. Eventually, Isa decided to use her powers, and rode a gigantic flower up to the paper where she quickly clutched it, showing it off proudly. Luisa cheered loudly, forgetting Dolores was near, but even she let out a cheer of her own.

“Isabella Madrigal! What is the meaning of this?!”

Abuela had found them.

“N-nothing, Abuela, it’s just– well, I know you said we shouldn’t go looking for cures, but we found it! We found the flower Mamá suggested and–” Isa glossed over the page before pausing.

“It… it doesn’t say…” She looked down at Luisa.

“It matches the description of the other book perfectly though!” Luisa contested, heart pounding.

“I warned you, Isabella. We already tried searching every book, I didn’t want you to get your hopes up…” Abuela clutched her black shawl as Isa’s flower withered and she sank back to the ground.

“Isa, you have to believe me– for Mamá,” Luisa pleaded.

Isabella looked over the page again, then at Luisa, then at the page again.

Carefully, she created the flower in her palm, looking at Abuela.

“Isn’t it worth a shot?”

Abuela looked conflicted. All Luisa felt she could do was hobble over to Isabella and hold her other hand, which Isabella squeezed.

“...Alright, we can try,” the old woman sighed. Isabella squeezed her sister’s hand once more.

“Thank you, Abuela,” Isa said, and they all began walking, save Mariano, who decided to go back and return the books.

After a bit, Isa whispered, “I really, really hope you’re right Luisa.”

Luisa could feel herself trembling as she whispered,

“Me too.”

.o0o.

It didn’t occur to Luisa how much time had passed until she noticed breakfast had been completely put away, with Camillo and Mirabel running around the foyer, playing with Casita while Félix watched. In the distance, Luisa could hear her papa playing piano.

None of that ultimately mattered, as when Abuela’s presence was noticed, all came to a stop, minus the piano.

“Back so soon?” Félix joked.

“Isabella?” Alma held out her hand for the flower, which Isa handed, creating five more in the process.

“Abuela is going to make some tea,” Dolores told her father, going to sit next to him.

“Tea for Julieta?” Félix asked. Luisa and Isabella nodded.

“I see,” He nodded seriously. “I should get Agustín.”

“No, I can get Papá,” Isa said, heading off to the piano.

Luisa decided to take her place on the steps, watching as Mirabel and Camillo played with blocks. Mirabel eventually noticed her sister watching, and made her way over, plopping down next to her, which Camillo copied.

“Do you have an owie?” She pointed to Luisa’s ankle. Luisa nodded.

“It’s okay, Mamá will fix it,” She gave a toothy grin. Luisa couldn’t help but smile.

“She will… hopefully soon,” she couldn’t help but look at Abuela, who huffed.

“It’s rude for you all to stare,” She said.

“Sorry Abuela!” Everyone apologized, quickly looking away. Mirabel and Camillo giggled at that, which made even Alma laugh a little too.

Suddenly, hope was in the air of La Casita Madrigal. Everyone was dying to know if it would work, and how quickly they could know too. After all, tomorrow was the triplet’s 40th birthday– celebrations would be in order– if Julieta was alright. If not, well… it simply wouldn’t be their birthday without all three of them, now would it?

Abuela finished brewing the tea right as Agustín and Isabella returned, and she carefully crafted a tray and began taking it up the stairs, allowing only Agustín, Mirabel in his arms, Isabella, Luisa to follow.

“Pepa, sit Julieta up,” She said as she entered the room. Mirabel gasped at the sight of her mother, clutching her father’s collar, but not looking away. Luisa held onto Isabella.

Pepa quickly shot up from her chair and obeyed, carefully arranging her sister’s pillows and her to an upright position.

“Is that a new tea?” She asked.

“It’s a special one,” Luisa explained.

“Let’s just hope my magic’s enough,” Isa whispered, squeezing her sister’s hand once more, watching as Abuela sat on the bed and poured the tea in her mouth and forced her to swallow. Julieta winced weakly, but didn’t move more than that. Abuela continued to give her the tea until the cup was empty, leaving the tray with the pot on her bedside table.

“And now… we wait. Dios tenga piedad de su alma.”

May God have mercy on her soul.

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endless-forms · 2 years

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ppl talk about post-drinking anxiety but nobody talks about post-caffiene anxiety? like i hit cup of coffee number 3 and just indiscriminately volunteer myself for things that i do not have the bandwidth for

#still dealing with the emotional ramifications of an essay i pitched a journal that took me forever and 100% of my brain to write #now i have to prepare a seminar talk because some dumb overcaffinated bitch was like omg of course i would love to present next week #gradblr #student #studyblr #bookblr #grad school #science #study #grad student #coffee #text #academia #uni #college

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witchcraftandburialdirt · 1 year

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I have seen you on my dash for quite a while now, but for some reason I never hit the follow button. A mutual of ours and I got to talk about your writing and your muse. They were hyping you up big time, so I finally gave a glance at your blog and read about your muse. I'm glad I finally got to follow you. I was not even aware that you had been following me. So, I'm so sorry for taking so long for finally following you back ;u; I'm excited for our interaction!

TELL ME STUFF ON ANON

This....Okay serious talk, you guys ever read something and your heart skips??? AAAAAAa -- Anon this has brought me so much ????????? CURIOSITY AND CONFUSION? I'm legit so shocked, someone thought to bring me up in conversation? I'm blushing! I have no idea who you were speaking to but please give them my thanks??? That is literally the sweetest thing I've ever heard??? AAAA I'm horrible at guessing anons too - THANK YOU TOO FOR TELLING ME? I hope you enjoy what you see in dash! We do all sorts of stuff here haha, no need for apologies I'm just- so flabbergasted fhjbgkhjbfhjkbgf ?????

#save #I'm saving this forever idc idc #anon ask #mun speaks #just the fact that someone took time out of their life #to think of me and go #“Oh! hey they're cool!”#is making my heart go crazy fgnjkfhnkjf #that is just so flattering and sweet?#i legit admire ALL of my mutual's writing and im always looking up to them #but just...#someone thinking that about me and liking MY stuff enough to talk about it?#is just #mgkndgkjf #like the highest compliment ever #i am literally so blessed by that person and this ask omg

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the-warmesthello · 2 years

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thinking more about this post, may i present: saf characters' big threes according to someone with a healthy interest in astrology

(this is all for fun, no need to take it too seriously. i know that birth dates don't determine personality or vice versa, but i wanted to see if i could do this anyway. for people who don't know what the big three mean: your sun sign is the overall vibe, your moon sign is the emotional inner side, and your rising is how people see you on the surface. brief and not all encompassing but that's the basic idea.)

curt: aries sun, taurus moon, gemini rising birthday: 11th of april 1929 (born 08:54, jersey city NJ)

aries sun is self explanatory - he's impulsive, a little bit childish, kind of quick to anger, wants to lead everything and be the best, passionate. you agree. moving on.

ok so the idea of curt having any taurus placements is laughable at first but think about it. taurus moons are idealistic, confident, and determined. they're loyal to their loved ones and stubborn as fuck.

gemini risings are outgoing and funny while also coming off as indecisive and hyperactive. if you don't get what i mean, go rewatch saf.

owen: scorpio sun, virgo moon, leo rising birthday: 14th of november 1930 (born 23:06, aberystwyth)

right. so szol's post (linked at top) already explained the scorpio thing. mysterious, intense, wants power, potential to be ruthless, etc. the absolute IMPLICATIONS of him being a water sign and curt being a fire sign are not lost on me.

virgo moons are perfectionistic, sometimes overly critical, quiet, and often pessimistic. they're analytical and organised without really thinking about it. they know what they want out of life don't take failure as an option.

you might be going 'wait, why would you make owen leo rising and not curt?' well. you see. leo risings are charismatic, maybe egotistical, sometimes manipulative, always dramatic. how could i not?

tatiana: capricorn sun, scorpio moon, scorpio rising birthday: 26th of december 1929 (born 03:43, yekaterinburg)

ok so uh. i don't have a super intellectual justification for this one. she's a capricorn because i said so. idk something something goal driven, stoic outside but deep down actually does care, tenacious and realistic, etc etc. also winter birthdays <3

scorpio moons need to be close to people, but are scared to let themselves be known. they're tough and decisive, relying only on themselves to avoid needing to be taken care of. they often appear calm and collected, but are often hiding some past trauma.

secretive, mysterious, looks like they could kill you, sorta sexy. idk man i'm just right on this one. i had to change an already set up birthday for this one bc i changed my mind. and i was right to do so.

barb: sagittarius sun, cancer moon, virgo rising birthday: 21st of december 1934 (born 00:17, provo UT)

saggitarius might not have been the obvious choice, but barb is inquisitive, inventive, and eager to travel to new places and get into the action. saggitarius suns also tend to think optimistically and philosophically, which i think fits her.

cancer moons tend to keep a small circle of close friends who they defend fiercely, with a need for security that can seem clingy at times. they feel really deeply, but can have a hard time expressing it. they're loving, imaginative, and great long-term planners.

barb absolutely has virgo rising vibes, with her needing full attention to detail from others, always planning and thinking of the practical way to get things done, and making people feel like she's "boring" for her interests in organisation and data storage.

cynthia: leo sun, capricorn moon, scorpio rising birthday: 6th of august 1903 (born 12:58, yuma AZ)

cynthia is a leo. strong willed and ambitious, she has this power that almost seems innate. she can charm if she wants to, but isn't scared to appear arrogant or domineering if it means her leadership is recognised.

capricorn moons are based around duty and ambition. they're practical and serious, never wasting resources, with a strong sense of justice and self-discipline. they tend to be secretive and analytical, bordering on overly cautious.

difficult to read or control, scorpio risings are masters at guarding their thoughts and emotions. they might tend to think about death to the point of hypervigilance. in relationships, people don't know where they stand; does she like you or does she want you dead?

the informant: gemini sun, gemini moon, libra rising birthday: 15th of june 1931 (born 14:38, ohio MO)

ive been trying to avoid doubles, but the informant is really hard to place outside of their job. they recognise it themself as well. there's no way to describe double sun-moons separately so here's them both at the same time.

gemini sun-moons tend to be able to get along with everyone and win people over easily. they're very adaptable, quick thinking, and self aware, but can have a hard time knowing what their true self is and what's just a social mask.

oops all air signs. libra risings are diplomatic, able to persuade and compromise to get what they want, possibly including flirtation. they are hard workers who want to travel and get involved in the social scene of many cultures and social classes.

mama mega: taurus sun, pisces moon, cancer rising birthday: 27th of april 1908 (born 08:31, białystok)

i actually had a really hard time with mama mega's sun sign, but i settled on the stable, kind, homey taurus. they're reliable and generally content with life, love routine and helping people, and take things as they come with nonchalance.

pisces moons seek connection with people and are very socially oriented, genuine, creative, and compassionate. they might hide their intense feelings very well, and are often sidelined while everyone else does all the flashy, exciting things.

cancer risings are family oriented, nurturing, and compassionate. they want to understand everything about the people they love, but that sometimes leads them to push questions too far and seem invasive or smothering.

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apaise · 2 years

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working at the eastwood country club pool is like being paid to sunbathe. with the majority of the swimmers content to just lounge on floats and soak up the rays, chrissy mostly spends her time chatting up cuties classmates and sipping the club’s cucumber water. the only real action that occurs is when seven year old benji throws himself into the deep end, but -- considering that’s like a tri-weekly event -- chrissy’s never too panicked about the situation.

today she scoops him out of the water like usual, drying him off with a routine lecture that’s sure to fall on deaf ears. maybe he’d do it less if she didn’t give him so much attention for his antics, but . . . chrissy can’t help but give in a little. she understands where he’s coming from, and the romantic in her wants to give his efforts just the slightest bit of credit. maybe this kind of creativity and dedication will serve him when he’s older; in ten years he might just become eastwood’s next casanova.

the confidence is certainly inspiring too. after benji retires for a snack break, chrissy turns her attentions towards one of the quieter club members. although she’s seen erin hawthorne visit the pool a few times in the past . . . her complete disinterest in the water intrigued chrissy. while the other kids from their school were laughing and splashing and taking instagram pictures, erin would sit there with her nose firmly in a book. she should probably introduce erin to olivia.

erin had caught chrissy’s eye even before her visits to the club, however. for someone who could’ve easily rose up in ranks at school as one of the reigning popular kids . . . erin’s someone who seems to avoid the limelight when possible. still well-liked and popular, of course, but she never tries to use any of that. it’s a complete contradiction to how chrissy had learned to navigate high school . . . yet it fascinates her all the same. in some ways, she envies erin.

inspired by benji’s dedication, chrissy takes a detour on her way back to her lifeguard perch, heading towards erin instead. she has no plan on what to say, but -- that spontaneity had never steered chrissy wrong before. lifting her sunglasses above her forehead, she shoots erin a tilted smile.

❝ you know . . . i think they actually have libraries for that, ❞ she teases, nodding towards erin’s giant textbook. ( @feveredblurs )

#( listen when i tell you it was physically painful to write that lKJALSKDJF )#( LIKE IK..I'M TRYING TO EMBODY STEVE BEFORE HIS GROWTH and his awful lines like teasing nancy about band but.. )#( omg... )#( unbearable LKAJSDFALSKDJFSDLJDS )#( tfw you're just a pretty face and coast off that your whole life but then you're trying to hit on someone with braincells.. )#feveredblurs #( c: chrissy )#( i actually took forever trying to think of something better for her to say but i just think where she is on her personality timeline... )#( the line had to be bad...i hate it )

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seraphdreams · 4 months

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SMILE, YOU'RE ON CAMERA. | YUUTA OKKOTSU.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — synopsis. when taking care of your university finances proves troublesome, the universe grants you your very own savior. but it’s gonna cost you.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — cw. smut, college au!yuuta / bimbo reader (obvi), filming, lots of porn references… a lot, virginity loss, praise, oral n fingering, slight obsession, pussydrunk yuuta, unprotected love making, yuuta’s rich and unsettling. mdni <3

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — word count. 5.3k

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — dolled up! omg, yuuta? i meant to have this out a few weeks ago but got caught in a little writing slump :( nevertheless, here’s to a new year and a new fic! yuuta’s been slowly creeping his way up my favs list , tehe !! as always, please reblog / comment if you enjoyed this , it’ll fill me with joy. thank u ♡

you’re a pornstar.

albeit, an amateur one with heaps to learn regarding the ruthless industry, but the weight still stands.

the details in which you came to the jarring conclusion were muddled with the convoluted steps that it took for you to get there, murky in your bubblegum-filled mind. all you knew was that yuuta okkotsu was a force, a gentle one, to be reckoned with.

it must’ve played out once you returned to your campus dorm beyond the dusk of midnight, under an unmitigating fatigue from the twelve hour waitressing shift just prior. through abhorrent patrons and the lack of a spendable paycheck, the excruciatingly long night barely made you enough money to even think about buying those dollish pumps you’ve been yearning for. how cruel.

in between working and haphazardly handing your earnings over to university fees and textbooks, you just couldn’t seem to make ends meet.

you would curse the day you took it upon yourself to branch away financially from your parents under the guise of growing up, since now it’d be a blessing to have even a cellphone bill paid off. whatever the issue seemed to be, lady luck was truly never bothered enough to be on your side.

fortunately for you, though, it was that same arduous night, you had been huddled against your stuffed animals in bed, mindlessly scrolling through the various social media apps on your phone; switching from sites like instagram and twitter to youtube then right back to instagram all over again, only to be met with an offer dusted in pink glitter that caught your eye as if it were made for you.

“stars needed — will pay upfront.”

it was a shoddy story post, one that could be clicked past and forgotten forever — yet, a brisk reminder of your situation in the form of borrowed, used textbooks with pages missing or vandalized, and today’s horoscope that said to take risks; you did exactly that, aiming a swipe up that would ultimately rid you of the worries of yesterday.

there were no reasons as to why you couldn’t be a star. certainly, you had the face for it, and you were told by multiple charmers that you were beyond beguiling to get anything you could ever ask for. what dismay could possibly unfold from contacting .. yuuta okkotsu .. about his offer?

hm, that’s funny. the name rang familiarity as it seeded in your mind.

must be one of yuuji’s friends.

itadori yuuji, your best friend of three years now. out of all the time you’d spent together, you came to realize that he could get along with anyone, despite their true intentions. he spoke highly of his friends as well, which earned him a sacred spot in your heart that couldn’t be replaced by anyone.

itadori had briefly mentioned in a ramen-fueled frenzy that one of his peers were “so insanely talented” and that you’d definitely get on with him. but when you asked for validity on that vague claim, all yuuji seemed to respond with was a mere “just meet him, you’ll see.”

from your recollection, the acquaintance he was boasting about, as if it was his own personal victory, was none other than your yuuta okkotsu. he was meek, stuck to a close-knit friend group consisting of maki and toge from your physics class, and the one time you ever spoke to him was to ask about yuuji’s whereabouts, to which he responded that he went back to his dorm after gojo-sensei’s lecture.

he seemed, normal. average, even. that surely had to be the case since your memory was hazy on his being otherwise.

it was true, though, yuuta was gifted. in a way that transcended words, skillful towards visual aesthetics, and careful with the craft. he would spend most of his freetime fumbling with a camera or recording the works of the mundane. overtly, he’d grown such a strong passion in the field of videography in hopes to capture the reality of humanity, the authenticity within intimacy — what could he possibly need a “star” for?

shadiness aside, you were in a tough spot, willing to do whatever to free yourself from the financial burden that was jujutsu technical university. with a swift swipe in tandem with the soft tapping of the pads of your thumbs on the keyboard, you were taking yuuta up on his offer.

within seconds, he responded back with his address and an appropriate meet-up date to start the project.

if only you were aware of how drastically your life would change from here on out.

a cluster of days had passed since you last got into contact with yuuta. he had told you to meet him at his place, claiming it would be more efficient than traveling to an unnamed destination with pounds of heavy photography equipment.

where you stood currently, was in front of the bare oak of his front door, hand wrapped in a loose fist as you knocked gently on the wood. a quick moment had passed by before you took initiative to raise your fist and knock once more. before your touch could meet the wood, a muffled “coming!” chimed beyond the door. from what you had heard on the other side; the scuttling behind the door and jingle of the lock, yuuta had opened the door soon after.

with his hand rubbing away the goosebumps that stood at the back of his neck, he beamed. cordially, warmly.

“you’re actually here. hi,”

upon first glance, yuuta had a distinct look. he stood tall, not tall enough to matter or incite intimidation, and although he wore a black button-up (a bit formal for an occasion as casual as today), his lean build shone through under the thin fabric, ripples of veins dancing up his forearms. what you couldn’t miss, however, were the grey eyebags under his emotionless navy orbs, as if he’d forgone weeks of sleep.

yuuta okkotsu was unsettling.

“hi,” your voice sounded as a sweet croon, dulcet enough that you could barely hear it yourself as it escaped in a breathy breeze. his smile grew softer in response, that monotonous gaze in his eyes fizzling away into something of serenity. “come in, please,” yuuta held the door open wider for you to tread past, caught up in observing the bunch of fabric that hugged tightly around your ass, then closed it gently behind you once you stepped completely inside. he silently cursed at himself for ogling — he truly didn’t mean to stare. you’re just a lot prettier up close. “i was just getting set up. you can have a seat if you’d like.”

as you’d expect from any guy your age, his place wasn’t much to gaze at, nor did it have much personality. in a corner to your right was a houseplant, that of the fern variety, and a few steps deeper into the abode was the living room, where yuuta resumed his fumbling with the transfiguration of his tripod.

you decided to sit on the couch across from him, taking in the bleak sight of his home. you would have almost believed it was unlived in had it not been for the scattered midterm review papers decorating his coffee table. it was obvious he had money from the endless rows of space that surrounded the two of you, although a candle or something would be nice.

he peered away from his tripod to look through the viewfinder of his camera, ensuring that the lens was functioning properly. he grew pleased to see the image of you distracted in fiddling with your thumbs reflected back at him. “are you nervous?” his gaze fell upon you through his own eyes, a concerned expression harboring his features.

you were pulled out of your muse of unfamiliarity to direct your attention to the sound of his mild voice, returning a smile to his that eased the worriment trapped behind dull, blue eyes. “n-not really, i don’t think.”

his lips curled up once more at that, in fact there wasn’t a time so far that you hadn’t noticed him without his signature smile. “here, let me help with that,” reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone, tapping away at the screen before ultimately turning it back off and settling it back into its place in his pocket.

your phone vibrated beside you, screen lighting up with a bold alert.

[YUUTA OKKOTSU SENT $1000]

before you had a chance to even process the significance of the notification, he started back up,

“i hope i got the right information, wouldn’t want your hard work to get in the wrong hands.” the tilt of his head in tandem with a chuckle resonated sheepishly, and he returned to watch you through his camera lens.

he was right. the money did soothe your nerves.

“i’ve barely done anything yet.” a ditzy giggle followed soon after your sentence, a sound that yuuta couldn’t possibly ignore. you were already starting to pull at his heartstrings.

“and you’ve done it so perfectly,” his praise left you flustered in that moment and you bit down softly on your lower lip to keep your smile at bay. “thank you, yuuta.”

you would’ve never guessed that your introverted classmate had enough experience in him to be such a flirt, or have your cheeks heating up with fervid affection, no less. but maybe yuuta was just like that; maybe this had been natural.

“no, thank you.” his thumb hovered over the record button just as his eyes met your gaze over the brim of the camera. “would you like to start now?”

he took the nod of your head as confirmation to press the record button, finally getting started with the project.

you blinked blankly at him as he tilted his head and flashed a warmhearted grin. “how old are you?” was his first question. he had asked while rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. as he did so, you took notice of the silver ring donned around his finger.

he couldn’t have been married, no?

keeping your answer as vague as possible for the sake of matching his comforting warmth, you responded, “twenty-something.” he let out a satisfied huff of air as he nodded and moved onto his next query.

“and what’s your major?”

with the question barely having enough time to linger in the suggestively tense air, he added, “you’re very beautiful, by the way. do you mind taking your dress off for me?”

as much as it should’ve alarmed you, you were swayed by his toothachingly inviting timbre, its gentleness pulling compliancy from you in a matter of a few mere words. you only shook your head, forgoing the short piece of fabric that clung to each curve and dip of your body while your nipples hardened under the glacial, artificial breeze of his home. once the silk pooled at your hips, that, along with your panties were dropped onto the floor, leaving you bare and vulnerable under the camera — and yuuta’s watchful eye.

he swallowed thickly at the sight, remaining as respectful as he could despite the monster growing in his pants; his eyes locked right back onto yours as if he’d get striked down for moving them even a millimeter south. “are you a virgin?” he queried, opting to move his hand from awkwardly at his side to fidgeting with the button at his shirt, ultimately undoing it and revealing another inch of skin at his heated chest.

from the nature of what you had signed yourself up for, you were hesitant to answer his question. of course you needed experience to be a star, and with you lacking the preconceived ability, you could kiss your $1000 goodbye..

yet he looked at you with an expectant gaze. no traces of malice in his eyes or frustration from your quick witted silence, but merely, with patience. and in that moment you couldn’t find it within yourself to lie.

“i am,” out of shame, you curled in on yourself, hoping that the sofa would engulf you, and your feelings, crossing your arms over your bare chest as if it’d create a wall of privacy behind your own humiliation. “is that okay?”

yuuta’s being only grew warmer at the response, you figured he’d be hot to the touch by now, from searing pleasure or unshakeable cordiality, you wouldn’t know. “yeah, that’s okay,” it came out breathier than he would’ve liked, a telltale sign of his aching desire. “that’s more than okay.”

truth be told, he had never met anyone as enchanting as you. you looked up at him with such trust in your eyes that it daunted him — fear that the assurance he wielded from you would shatter beneath him, and he’d be drowning. in a sea of his own wistfulness. now that he had you, he couldn’t let you go.

you were on to make a breathtaking star.

now feeling less coy than before, you relaxed your head into the palm of yuuta’s hand. you hadn’t noticed how long he’d been stroking at your cheek, or when he closed the vexing proximity between the two of you, all that mattered in that moment was the roll of his gentle vocables flowing through your ears and the thumb of his that graciously caressed your cheek.

you came to realize that he was much more handsome this way as your eyes toured his own, then down to the sliver of sweat-sheened skin peeking from underneath the black veil of his shirt, then down to his…

he’s so fucking hard.

confined against his slacks was his cock that leaked an ample amount even while it was untouched. you could make out its silhouette, something girthy, perhaps heavy, but nothing like you’d expect from yuuta. uncharacteristically huge.

“yuuta.” you whispered, mainly to yourself, as your mouth began to water at the sight, and his cheeks dusted pink once he realized what you were fixated upon.

“do you wanna,” he started up but faltered soon after when your lidded gaze flitted back up towards his. never had he felt so weak before, it was as if you’d casted a spell on him. “do you maybe want to—” he paused to avert his own gaze and embarrassment. “—put it in your mouth?”

he could’ve sworn he heard the increase of his heartbeat in his ears when you crinkled your brows, pretty face forming into an even prettier pout.

“but i’ve never—”

he stopped you before you could start, interjecting his own voice of reassurance.

“it’s okay. i’ll guide you,” taking his camera off its stand and moving the rest of the configuration elsewhere, he held it in one hand to better capture the scene unfolding before him. “just try your best for me, okay?”

“okay.” when he returned your concern with a small smile, you took it upon yourself to undo the arrangement of his pants, carefully hooking your finger into the elastic waistband of his briefs and pulling down just enough for his length to spring free.

for what felt like minutes, you marveled at his sheer size, wondering how anyone of his nature could possibly be hiding something like that. it curved upwards with a prominent vein or two running up the underside while it continued to leak, so much so, that you had to collect it all at the tip with your finger.

the tip? flushed the prettiest pink you’d ever witnessed and was as bulbous as it was mushroomed, you knew you’d have a bit of difficulty trying to fit into your mouth. it seemed to twitch under the fanning of your breath to which yuuta let out a whine of pure impatience.

“can i..?” your words trailed off when you involuntarily found yourself pressing chaste kisses along the length of his cock until they met with his sticky tip; a recreated scene from the various porn videos you’d seen. the sensation sent a jolt of palpable pleasure through his being, yuuta’s dark hair curtaining over his eyes while he made a damn good attempt at silencing his moans, with his teeth sunken into his bottom lip.

your eyes kept watch at his wavering expression while you wrapped your hand at the base of his length and began to pump slowly, yet another thing you had learned through the fascinating world of porn.

“suck it,” it was clear to you that yuuta had grown desirously impatient from your teasing, looking down at you with a hint of hunger in his beautiful orbs. “please?”

you took his words as an incentive to finally give him what he’s been leaking for, wrapping gloss-sheened lips around the thick inches of his tip, accommodating for the stretch with a dulcet whine that reverberated deeply within him. had you not been caught up in building the gradual bob of your head, he would’ve kissed you, left you with smeared lips and a tongue that ached for only him upon seeing the sinful sight of innocent eyes fixated on his own. you’re beautiful. truly, to die for.

caught all on tape to be watched over and over again.

at the bliss, yuuta’s lip parted open, alotting for a slur of groans turned whimpers to tumble past. “you- you’re already doing, so good.” he praises, the words floating on his breath. his free hand finds itself back at your face, thumbing the warmth of your hallowed cheek while he captured the moment behind his lens. once you came to a comfortable rhythm, you couldn’t stop yourself from dipping your fingers between your thighs to ease the evergrowing ache in your core. in fact, you’d been like this since the moment yuuta spoke a word to you, lightheaded and malleable — what he’s beginning to love most about you.

your digits collected slick at your entrance, the immeasurable amount of essence that you’d pool providing ample leeway for you to sink three fingers inside, pumping at the same rhythm in which you’re sucking yuuta. soft fingertips curling against your gummy walls weren’t enough, though, and when he had caught notice of your weakening resolve, his hips involuntarily bucked into your mouth.

“sorry, ‘m sorry,” he began, with a choked moan. “just- so close, so fucking close. c-can you take me in deeper?”

the hum of assurance that sounded from you sent vibrations coursing through his cock, from tip to base. had you not been preoccupied with chasing your own high, you would’ve missed the pitchy moan he let out just after. with your palm now pressed up against your clit while you worked in tandem to pleasure the nub and your greedy hole, you attempted to swallow another stubborn inch of him.

simultaneous with the bobbing of your head, he matched your pace, abdomen flexing when the white-hot pleasure became too much and he could feel it in his ears. he wanted so badly to throw his head back, completely lose himself in bliss, but he had a job to do. he wouldn’t dare let the sight of your glassy lidded eyes and glossy lips struggling to wrap themselves around the stretch of his dick go unfilmed, unseen.

as his tip continued to prod the back of your throat and your fingers aided you in relieving the discomfort from your cunt, you found yourself just dangling off the dangerous edge of your release, strokes away from making a mess — and yuuta did too.

it wasn’t long until his head started spinning, legs got weaker, and his core coiled tighter; all the signs of a mindblowing orgasm, and blew his mind, you did. “baby- y/n, if you keep doing that- i might cum.” what he was referring to was the way you fondled his balls in the warmth of your soft hands, yet another trick you had learned from porn. “i don’t wanna cum in your mouth but if you—,”

a jumbled slew of curses flowed from his lips as he did the inevitable, shot his load deep down your throat, gently thrusting his cock in shallow strokes to jettison every last remaining drop. the taste on your tongue was nothing like you’d be warned of before. yuuta wasn’t bitter, he went down easy.

hell, you’d use his cum as a condiment for desserts if you could.

in a matter of moments, your own high had washed over you like cold water over a heated body, much needed and refreshing. once he hesitantly pulled out from the heat of your mouth, cock still hard and twitching for more, he gently pushed back strands of loose hair behind your ear.

“can i see?”

you held out your cream-slickened fingers, sopping with your juices as yuuta proceeded to catch how they dripped on camera. he then took your palm, with the cadence of a knight kissing the back of a princess’s hand, and slipped the soiled digits into his mouth. his tongue lavved around your index and middle fingers while he hummed satisfactorily at your taste. “you’re just as sweet as i imagined.” he smiled, finding amusement in your post-orgasmic, dazed state.

“do you do this with a lot of other girls, yuuta?” you queried, taking the time to scan your eyes over his face. it was as if he seemed to get more attractive as your time with him went on. he tilted his head slightly, finding your question endearing. “you’re my first, actually.” yuuta responded softly, as if his normal speaking voice would be too heavy on your delicate ears.

you jumped at the chance to tease him as he did you, placing your thumb back over the slit of his hard-on and lightly rubbing; which resonated within yuuta as a tonal mewl. a little smile pulled at your lips when you got your perfect reaction. “can you be my first?”

“i’d love to be,” he took your request with unadulterated honor as if he’d been tasked by the deities above to serve you. “just- just lay back for me. i promise i’ll take good care of you.”

and that you did; conforming to his call of request with such compliance it made his heart swell. you had positioned your body to rest languidly against the seat of the sofa, shaky legs hesitant to spread fully while your hand roamed up your sternum to find solace in kneading your tits.

he couldn’t deny how beautiful you looked, laid out for him as such. how had he been so lucky to be the only one to have the opportunity to marvel at the scene? with a steady hand, he faintly trails his hand up the expanse of your inner thigh, a silent beckon for you to open your legs wider. involuntarily so, your body had accepted his presence and allowed for the spreading of your thighs.

what you’d come to notice with yuuta was that he was watchful, observant. he seemed to pick up on every detail, even the minuscule bits that were most likely to fly over anyone else’s head, had been taken into account. it’s probably why he’s immensely proficient at what he does. not once had he allowed himself to miss the labored heaving of your chest, or the sheen of sweat thinly coating your body — the twitching of your clit when he stroked featherlight touches at the nub. he couldn’t call himself a true cameraman then.

his fingers had collected remnants of your previous orgasm before they worked in tandem, both middle and ring, to prod at your sensitive hole, slowly sinking themselves in. it was almost embarrassing how quickly your greedy cunt swallowed him in, as if it’d been waiting for his touch for years now. “y-yuuta, ‘m still sensitive.” you crooned in response to his digits exploring your cavern, plush walls gripping him with such tautness that he’d found it difficult to even curl his fingers.

his own mind spun (and cock leaked) at the thought of that same warmth around his length, and when you called his name, all he could think about was how pretty you’d sound moaning it. he wouldn’t mind if you were sonorous, if the neighbors would hear, if inumaki who lived downstairs would come knocking with a mouthful of complaints, if the whole world knew his name; because in that moment, yuuta okkotsu was yours.

yuuta okkotsu was in love.

after some shallow pumping, enough to have your legs attempting to enclose around his arm, yuuta had pulled his digits out and replaced the lost sensation with the fat tip of his cock stroking your slit up and down.

“i’m gonna put it in, okay? if you want me to stop, tell me. if i'm going too fast or slow, let me know.”

he perused your face for a hint of an answer, seemingly nothing going on behind your vacant, large eyes. your initial response was curt, an ode to the simplistic nature of your mind. “mhm.”

how endearing you were to him, just a unadorned reaction weakening his being, causing his heart to figuratively crumble within its confines against his ribcage. he had searched for a heartier answer, something tangible to hold on to, because, lord knows how terrible he’d feel if he took your indication the wrong way. “can you be vocal for me, please?”

you nodded your head. “i’ll let you know, yuuta.”

with a carefulness that only came from the most benign of beings, he had sunken the first inch of himself into your awaiting heat.

he was paused when your hand dashed to his lower abdomen, futilely pressing against the skin.

“wait—” you huffed wantonly. “—‘s too big.”

his eyes wavered with concern, hidden under the veil of pure arousal. in yuuta’s case he had dreamed of a compliment as self fulfilling as yours, for his thoughts of being average were shattered upon first inch. “should i stop?”

you shook your head, reveling in the light of his attentivity towards you and your body. “no,” you moved your hand from his abdomen. “don’t stop.”

one of his arms rested beside your head, helping to prop him up over your body while he dropped his head down to watch the way your bodies connected. gradually, the sight of his length slowly sinking inside, stretching you out further and further until he was in to the hilt flooded his vision. yuuta had caught on to your labored gasps, merely growing harder from your honeyed voice like music to his ears.

he then lifted his head, strands of inky, out-of-place tresses falling over his face and partially covering the depth of lingering eyes, that lingered for a second too long, causing that shuddering sensation you had once felt when you first met him to reappear. he held his camcorder beside his face, an all too cheerful grin masked over his features. “i’m all in!”

creepy.

there was no doubt that you hadn’t felt full. he practically spilled over with how much girth he possessed and throbbed innately within your walls. the swell of your tummy from just how deep he was, was enough to tear away at his composure and drag his length back before driving his hips in at a force unrecognizable to him. the yelp you had let out from his eager thrust dwindled into a blissful moan. “sorry, so sorry.” he whispered, unable to take his eyes off the faultless assortment of breathtaking features that was your face, eyebrows creased together, parted lips and eyes squeezed closed as if you’d been focused solely on the pleasure he was giving you.

his next thrust stroked softer than its predecessor, having no remnants of eagerness but instead, the nuance of a man that’d been simply smitten.

the meticulousness of his ministrations coursed through your body wondrously, each push and pull lathered in lust, savored to be remembered for the rest of his time on earth. it was as if he’d known your body for years, knew every dip and fold, every swell and mast, aware of what exactly it took to leave your body hungry for his touches.

you’d grown comfortable in the pace at which he set, your mind hazing over each time the blunt tip grazed along your gspot. he peppered kisses along your jaw and down your sternum, the fanning of his warm breath against your chest doing the minimum in stiffening the peaks of your breasts. shootable footage forgotten, yuuta took your mound into his mouth, teeth gently rolling against your nipple which caused you to tighten around his cock in response, the sweetest mewl he’s ever heard from you tumbling from your throat.

“at least take me on a date first, yuuta..” the wittiness of your voice had earned a stifled smile from him, finding utmost admiration in the suggestion. he’ll be sure to take you up on your offer, just as you had done for him.

when you felt the familiar coil within you starting to build up once more, you dipped your hand down to rub at your clit in tandem with the increasing vigor of his strokes. the sensation was all too foreign to you, too pleasurable that you couldn’t keep your sounds at bay. “‘m so close, g-gonna cum!” you had warned, yuuta pulled away from your tit with a soft pop. he chose to rest his head at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, mindlessly chanting the words like a mantra.

“i love you, i love you,” his pace faltered, growing sloppier by the second. “love you, love you so much.”

intoxicated by your heat, your scent, just you being you, and being so perfect — yuuta was pussydrunk. incredibly so. never in his life had he ever felt as high as you made him. you were an angel, sent to him from heaven, to defile and mark.

quickly, your release surged through you in torrents of ecstasy, nothing that you’ve experienced before, coating yuuta’s cock in the glorious essence of you. “cumming!” you cry, to no avail particularly since yuuta wasn’t wholeheartedly aware of the situation at hand. his mind was clouded with you, just as you were full of him, wincing in the aftershocks of your fervent orgasm and convulsing around his length with need.

it wasn’t long before his own ununified thrusts came to a sudden close, signifying the warm spurts of cum painting your insides, filling you entirely to the brim and leaking down your ass from riding out his high.

“god, i love you.” he whined, pressing faint kisses to your neck, unable to peel himself away from your fervid body. coming to your senses, his words finally resonated for you. “we only just met.”

he pulled himself up, opting to look down at your flushed face with a vague hint of confusion on his face as he tilted his head. “have we?”

“we have.” you nodded.

to yuuta, he’s known you his whole life. you were the light of his existence, the fire in his heart. had he managed to confuse you with someone else? surely, that wasn’t the case.

once he pulled out of you, he made sure to capture the moment that you leaked his seed on film, but in that time, borrowed jealousy had filled his soul. he couldn’t share the tape as he had planned, no one else deserved to see you in the same way he did. no one.

he tucked himself back into his pants, leaving you bare and oozing for just one second to fetch a warm wet rag to clean you up with. when he came back, you noticed just how chipper he’d gotten, if that were even possible. “you were amazing,” he smiled, gently wiping your folds pristine. “i’m so grateful you came to me.” the smile you returned matched his own, “thank you, you were- really good too.”

he perked up, eyes moving from between your thighs to your face. “really?” and when you nodded to him, you could see the apparent relief flow within his being. “you know,” he started. “i’m very interested in you.”

you tilt your head, jutting your lips in a cute pout. “interested, how?”

the camcorder that now resided on his coffee table, unpresumebly documenting the scene on display was picked up by yuuta, and turned off. he grinned softly, eyes shutting from his ear to ear smile.

“may i take you on a date?”

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