#hello tumblr this is my first time writing anything in my entire life

[myrosae]

Reader taking care of drunk(?) Bachira

I think i made it GN. alcohol and brief mention of dubcon

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Earlier that day, Bachira had contacted you to join him and a few friends for a Karaoke night. Although you usually would never pass down a chance to spend time with Bachira (or any of the guys, that were as much his friends as they were yours), you were hesitant. You were not in the mood for alcohol at all, and even though you knew none of your friends would ever force you to drink if you didn’t want to, you were worried of being a burden, of dragging the fun down. Instead of dwelling on it alone, you shared your concerns with Bachira, which when thinking back on it might not have been the best idea : he’d always manage to make you forget any concerns you had about yourself and to make you spend time with him, whatever the situation. Your other friends were definitely not simping for you as hard as he was. But you weren’t even a couple (yet).

Bachira did manage to dispel your concerns after a short call. 

“ So, you’re hesitating because you don’t want to drink tonight ?”

“I mean, yeah, I wouldn’t wanna be a drag.” At that, you heard him scoff through the phone.

“That’s so dumb. Nobody’ll ever think of you as a drag. You’re always so goddamn fun to be around.” He stopped for a second, thinking. “But hey, how about that : you come to the karaoke tonight with your car, you have fun with me - us all night, and then you can drive me home safely, taking care of me !” You could hear his grin. He was unashamed.

“ Hey, that’s actually not a bad idea !” Besides, none of the guys were crazy drinkers, especially not for a karaoke night with friends. Your mission would be to drive a few tipsy friends home. And yes, you were glossing over the fact that Bachira had came up with the idea with only the both of you in mind, not counting your other friends.

“But that won’t be an excuse to drink yourselves away !” He’d heard you counting your other friends as well but didn’t comment on it.

“Of course not, Angel, I wouldn’t wanna bother you too much !” He was teasing you but also sounded sincere. 

And as such, you agreed on this plan. He gave to you the meetup adress and hour. There was a car park right next to the place. Before ending the call, you asked him if he wanted you to come pick him up at his place, a bit excited as you had never been there. Weirdly enough, he refused, not even explaining why. 

“Oh no don’t bother ! Thanks for the offer though <3″

And with that, you both said goodbye and the call ended.

You were the last to arrive to the karaoke place that night. Bachira, Isagi, Nagi and Chigiri were already there. Chigiri was going through the karaoke song selection screen, and the other three were seated and chatting away. As soon as you entered the room, Bachira exclaimed excitedly “There you are !” He got up and dragged you to the sofa, taking your hand. “We were talking about the mass production of super-hero movies and we need your opinion.” He pushed you on the sofa, forcefully sitting you down. “That is sounding too intellectual for you.” “Isagi was explaining it to me !” He was still standing in front of you. You looked up at him and laughed. He was buzzing with excitment. “Alright then, Isagi, grant me your wisdom !” You turned to the man in question. Him and Nagi had a knowing smirk on their faces. You decided to ignore that. 

As the night went on and as the boys were chucking down their drinks, Bachira was getting clingier with you. Bolder. As you were cheering on mainly Chigiri and Isagi who were passing the mic back and forth, Bachira was moving closer and closer to you on the sofa. At first, he would just be leaning over you to speak with Nagi, hand supporting himself across your legs. At the end of the night, he was flat out trying his best to sit on your lap, whining loudly every time you pushed him to the side in a feeble attempt to preserve the few pieces of your mind that weren’t begging you to slam your lips against his pouty ones. He would immediatly climb back up on your legs, laughing loudly at your groans. At least, he was facing Nagi, not you, you thought. 

Yeah, you should’ve tried to not let that thought come through your mind. Because now, you were daydreaming about it. As if having Bachira on your lap was not already enough, you were imagining him, facing you, hands locked around your shoulders, with his big fucking grin, slowly inching closer to your mouth while looking you in the eye... 

“Hey ! Are you listening to me ? You there ? Come back !”

Bachira broke you out of your daydream by taking your cheeks between his hands and dragging your head close to his. You could actually feel his hot breath on you. He was twisting his hips, body still facing Nagi. “Oh C’mon ! Get a room you two ! Poor Nagi is third-wheeling over there!” Chigiri shouted from across the room. “ I feel like I am witnessing a canon event.” Nagi followed. You were bright red and hoping that none of them could see it. Bachira did definitely see it. 

“C’mon, Meguru, let me move a bit, I have to go to the bathroom...”

“Nooooooo ! Don’t abandon me ! What if they hurt me while you’re not there ? You have to protect me !” It took a lot of fighting to get him off of you. He was clinging on to you even when standing up, like a koala. You managed to get him off with the other guy’s help and made your way to the bathroom. 

You used this alone time to compose yourself  and your thoughts: yes, it would be fucking easy to steal your first kiss with Bachira tonight. He was being extra expressive and affectionnate, and you weren’t dumb enough to not get the clue. And you liked him a lot too. You liked him so much. You wanted to kiss him so damn bad. But he was drunk. And you’d rather die than ever feeling like you’ve ever taken advantage of a drunk person. Yes, his advances have always been rather obvious, even when he was not  drunk. But you didn’t want your first move on him to happen when he was not completely in control of himself. And as such, you decided that you would endure his fucking teasing ass for the night. Maybe you’ll invite him over your place in the week, to make up for that. With that, you splashed yourself with water and made your way back to the room.

It was 2AM when the 5 of you decided to end the night. You volunteered to drive home every last one of your friends. Nagi and Chigiri lived fairly close to each other. They managed to write their adress on your GPS and you got them home safely. Bachira, who was sitting in the seat next to you, wished them goodnight cheerfully. You dropped Isagi at his place and he knowingly waved the both of you goodbye from his doorstep. 

You were left with only Bachira, who was behaving surprisingly well since the start of the ride. He did not speak at all aside from wishing goodbye to his friends. He seemed tired, his eyes were drooping. “So, where do you live ?” “Hmmmm...” He smiled at you. You asked him again, once, twice, thrice, getting more worried each time. You were holding his head between your hands, softly caressing his cheeks hoping to ease the blur in his mind. He said he didn’t remember. “Just... take me to your place. You wouldn’t do anything to me, right ?” He was nuzzling his face against your hands. You huffed and put your hands back on the steering wheel. It was probably safer that way. Who knew if he hurt himself while drunk in his house ? Better be safe than sorry, right ? 

You arrived at your house after a 10 minute drive. Bachira had stared at you, eyes half lidded throughout the first half of the ride. When you arrived, he seemed to be sleeping. You parked your car and got out, opening the door to Bachira’s side. He opened his eyes and extended his arms to you.

“Seriously Meguru ?” “Yeah, I can’t stand on my own.” That was probably bullshit, but you didn’t really care. He scooted closer to the end of his seat and you picked him up bridal style. He seemed surprised. He was probably expecting a back ride. “Gotta treat you like the spoiled princess you’re pretending to be, love.” He seemed to be waking up at your words and actions. Your were walking up the stairs to your appartment. “Noooo, you’re supposed to be the princess ! Not me !” He nuzzled closer to you. You were calmer than you thought you would be. “Then you gotta make up for it tomorrow. Can you open the door for me ? The keys are in my hand.” He grabbed your keys and unlocked the door for the both of you. His movements didn’t seem weak to you. He seemed fairly in control. You chuckled to yourself. 

You decided that you would let him sleep in your bed, and you would sleep on your sofa. At your entrance, you put him down so that he could take his shoes off. You took his coat and hanged it. Although he managed to take his shoes off just fine, he immediately leaned his whole weight dramatically against you. “I can’t walk !” He whined. You could indulge him one last time. So you took him in your arms, he giggled and you moved over to your room. You softly dropped him in your bed. 

“Alright, that’s it. I know you’re doing alright Meguru so don’t get all whiny on me. The bathroom is on the left, there is a spare toothbrush in the cabinet. If you need me, i’ll be in the living room. Okay ?” He looked at you with genuine confusion in his eyes. You were still at eye level with him, so he grabbed your head. 

“No, no ! Stay with me ! I still need you ! I’ll- I’ll make room for you in the bed ! I won’t be a nuisance ! I promise !” You chuckled lightly. 

“You’re never a nuisance Meguru. I just don’t want to sleep next to you for the first time when you’re drunk. That wouldn’t sit right with me.” 

“I’m- I’m not drunk !” With that he blowed his breath into your face. And he actually didn’t smell of alcohol one bit. Now that you’re thinking about it, he never ordered a drink from the whole night. You were just too distracted to even notice. He was looking at you, excpectantly waiting for your response.

“So you pretended to be drunk aaaaall night, just to get my attention, you embarrassed me in front of our friends, you hid your adress from me so that you could sleep here and you pretended not to be able to walk ? What a spoiled brat. And you’re even trying to get me to sleep next to you. How shameless.” You were speaking softly, as if you were talking to a sleepy child. His cheeks became red. He tried to stutter an answer. You reached for a streak of hair and put it back behind his ear. He trembled. 

“I indulged in you during the whole night. Now, you’re gonna be a good boy and sleep well. I’ll see you again tomorrow morning and we’re gonna talk about it. Okay ?” He hid his face in your pillow and answered an “okay” back. As you were leaving the room, he called out to you. 

“I- I wanted to - I tried to - I wanted to have a kiss tonight. Can I have a kiss ?” You turned to him.

“No. You will wait. Good night, Meguru.” You could hear him whining as you were closing the door.

The next morning, you woke up with the smell of toast in your nose. Bachira could see you from where he was in the kitchen. He rushed over to you. As you were slowly rising from the depths, he asked you : “I’ve been making you breakfast. Can I have a kiss now ?”. He was grinning. You rubbed your eyes, yawned, and took a look at his puppy eyes. “Only if you apologize for what you did yesterday.” “I’m sorry ! I’ll make it up to you, promise !”. And with that you leaned in against his lips and gave him a peck. He seemed to burst with excitment and followed by kissing you all over your face. You just sat there, appreciating the attack. 

And a few hours later, you and Meguru had officially become a couple.

#hello tumblr this is my first time writing anything in my entire life #can you feel how self insert it is #enjoy the many mistakes i probably made #i wrote this with an #athlete fem reader in mind but managed to make it gn i think #bllk #bachira meguru #bachira fluff #bachira x y/n #blue lock #english is not my first language if you want to correct me i will hear you with pleasure (but be nice or i WILL cry)

[crymyeyesout1]

Set in their sights

poly!marauders 

Summary: The marauders are all in a poly relationship with each other and Lily when they all individually become interested in a shy hufflepuff in their year. What about this little hufflepuff makes them all feel complete? Will she return their affections?

Warnings: Poly relationship, mentions of smut, lots of fluff, very shy oc, mentions of child abuse. let me know if there are any more

PSA: this is my first time writing on tumblr so please be kind, I'm trying my best. And there is absolutely no peter in this story so sorry not sorry. Please let me know if you like it and if I should write more.

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James and Sirius were hurriedly making their way through the train; their lovers were already in the marauders designated compartment and they were running late. It would seem as if the two hadn’t seen them since their fifth  year ended just three months ago, but in reality it had been only five days since their shared boyfriend and girlfriend had departed from James’ home where they had spent almost the entire summer doing whatever they pleased. 

“Pads slow down you are going to run someone over” James pleaded with his boyfriend

“ Prongs please we are late and I’m not going to-” he was cut off by a body colliding with him square in the chest and falling over. He peered down to see a small girl and became almost immediately enamored with in his eyes she was the most adorable girl he’d ever seen to others she was almost odd looking her hair was mostly pitch black but around her face and peeking out a bit from the underneath was bright blonde and all of it was naturally curly. The girl was wearing a hufflepuff jumper that looked at least one size too big with a black skirt and sheer tights that had some kind of pattern to them, stars, Sirius recognized and on her feet lay black worn out combat boots. Sirius reached out his hand to help the poor girl up and for a few seconds she hesitated almost as if she was scared of what would happen if she did take his hand, which reluctantly she did. He carefully pulled her to her feet and as he did so he took quick notice of her eyes: they were a dark gray and dull like there was no life behind them, they were slightly sunken and were surrounded by deep dark blueish purple eye bags. Just by looking into them Sirius could tell she was sad and it broke his heart a part of him wanted to take this girl and hide her away from all the evils of the world that she had already seen. He wanted to be the reason the light returned to those eyes. His thoughts were going a million miles a minute when someone clears their throat dragging him back to reality. It was James, his boyfriend, how could he be so stupid as to be so caught up with this random girl that he completely blanked on his relationship. He had two boyfriends and a girlfriend already. What was he doing ogling this poor girl? 

“Hello there, sorry about this brute, he can’t pay attention to anything even if it's right in front of him” James quickly apologized to the poor girl on Sirius’ behalf.

“It's quite alright” a soft and dreamy voice came from the girl in front of them, James instantly took more notice of the girl completely understanding he boyfriends staring now. In just three words you had encapsulated him and he needed more.

“Well little love, I’m James Potter and can I tell you how much of a pleasure it is to run into you. Please you must tell me your name, little love.” The girl blushed furiously at the nickname and softly responded.

“Abigail Gaunt '' Her last name caused Sirius to freeze, flashes of his mothers teachings came flooding into his brain. The Gaunts were the last known descendant of Salazar Slytherin, but the last living Gaunt was put in azkaban for murder by means of the killing curse, an unforgivable. How was one standing in front of him, and how was she a hufflepuff, oh how he would love to see the look on his mothers face the last known heir of slytherin sorted into hufflepuff. Surely she couldn’t be in his year, his own sorting into gryffindor had caused uproar but this, this was a whole new level. James had seemed to notice the shock on Sirius’ face and had elbowed his arm, snapping him out of whatever trance he was in.

“Oh I’m Sirius Black, but of course you already know that doll” he winked at her and if her face could have gotten any redder it would.

“Um well yes but um I-It's nice to m-m-meet you” she stuttered out trying with all her might to act normal but in her mind no she wasn’t normal not even in the slightest bit. But two fourths of the infamous marauders stood in front of her and were they? Merlin forbid they were flirting with her? 

Impossible, flirt with her? What were they thinking?

She tried to reason with herself when a beautiful voice filled the hall

“There you boys are Remus and I were starting to worry oh! Who is this?” The voice belonged to the one and only Lily Evans, every aspect of her was beautiful, it was no wonder she had the three most sought after boys in the school on her leash. And what was that last part, she had noticed the small hufflepuff standing with her boys. Abigail might as well have been on fire with how hot and red her cheeks were.

“Lily Pads! We were just on our way when Padfoot decided to tackle Abby here” he looked down at her and cocked his head to the right “ I can call you Abby right? Good because that what I’m calling you, Abby is so much cuter sounding than stuffy Abigail” The girl now newly nicknamed Abby gave a small squeak as the larger and very muscular boy wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close to him and gave a small “sure”  when she noticed his expecting gaze. If someone could die from embarrassment Abby definitely would be long dead. 

“Oh it's so nice to me you Abby what year are you?” Lily gushed at the girl in her boyfriend's arms, she was just too cute and her deeply reddened cheeks only made her more so. Lily wanted nothing more than to kiss them but that would need to be discussed with her boys.

“Come on boys, let's leave Abby here to go find her compartment, I’m sure her friends are waiting, just as Remus is waiting on us.” She leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to Abby’s cheek then turned and walked back to their compartment. Abby didn’t have a chance to even think about how she definitely didn’t have any friends waiting on her, in fact the past five minutes have been the most interaction she’s had with someone her age ever she thought. Each of the boys had followed lily’s lead and each kissed one of your cheeks and moved to their compartment. Leaving Abby a flustered mess in the middle of the train.

#poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders x you #lily evans x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #poly!marauders

[books]

Writing Workshop Week 1: Show & Tell

Hello, writers of tumblr! It’s @bettsfic again with this week’s generative workshop. 

Today we’re doing what might be my favorite class activity: Show & Tell. 

You might be thinking, do you teach kindergarten or something? No, I teach college. But my students are often weary, downtrodden 20 year olds who are more than happy to go back to basics. Tumblr—being a website of people who care deeply about things and share that passion with others—seems like a great place to host Show & Tell.

Speaking of basics, let’s first talk a bit about…

The Writing Identity

The goal of many writers is to become better at writing. While I think this is an admirable goal it’s also a complicated one, because good writing is entirely subjective. Everyone has their own definition of what good writing looks like based on their knowledge base, history, and personal tastes. And so I often encourage my students, before they begin their journey of becoming a better writer, to step back and ask themselves, “What does good writing look like to me?”

And that’s the thing: you can’t really become a better writer. You can become a more patient writer, with the ability to write and revise multiple drafts of a work. You can become a more ambitious writer, with the ability to write longer stories and deeper themes. You can become a more detailed writer, with the ability to render images and the small details of living that maybe other people don’t notice. Writing is a skill that requires practice, but it also requires joy. You have to enjoy the work more than you fear the potential for failure. And to enjoy the work, you need to honor yourself, your interests, and your ideals. In other words, to become a better writer, you have to become more you.

I remember when I first started writing, I frantically sought out writing advice. I clung to simple adages and rules: active verbs are stronger than passive verbs; remove words like “think” and “realize” and other indicators of your characters’ interior experiences; take out adjectives and adverbs. If you were to adhere to all this advice, your writing wouldn’t become stronger, it would become colder. You would write like Hemingway. There’s nothing wrong with Hemingway, but Hemingway already did Hemingway, and that means you’re free not to be Hemingway. 

Don’t we read to feel closer to people, to experience that which we couldn’t otherwise experience? The beautiful thing about prose is that it’s the only medium that conveys consciousness, because language is the way we contain our thoughts, and writing them down offers others the chance to understand them. E.M. Forster in his book Aspects of the Novel says that the only difference between a character and a person is that a character’s secret inner life can be known, but a person’s can only be understood in observed behavior. Novels are stories of consciousness; biographies are stories of deeds. 

In my early days as a writer, those inane adages of “good writing” began to weigh on me, and I found myself frequently opening a blank document and telling myself, “I’m just going to write something for fun, for me, and so I don’t have to follow any rules.” Every time, that lawless thing I wrote would become better than anything I’d written when I followed the rules. And in this case, “better” means I was proud of it; in writing as close to myself as I could, I was able to help my technical skill reach the level of my personal taste. 

Good writing advice doesn’t spout shallow adages of what should be, it tells you all the things that could be; it opens your mind to possibilities and techniques. “Should” restrains creativity; the entire point of writing is to be creative. To be creative means to make something that has never existed before. And so one of the first things I tell my students is: You already know everything you need to know about your own writing. You already have good and important stories in you. You just have to sit down and write them.

“Show, Don’t Tell”

One such adage that still really gets to me is “show, don’t tell,” which a lot of writers believe. Many people take it to mean that you should describe the exterior circumstances of your narrator in order to allow the reader to interpret meaning. Instead of describing how your narrator feels, these people would rather have you describe their facial expression. But if you’re so interested in rendering the exterior rather than the interior, you’re better off becoming a director. 

Others take it less literally: you show your story instead of tell your story, which, sure, is a valid personal belief for your own work but it’s ambiguous and impractical, and also denies the nature of people to tell stories. Fairy tales and fables are stories that are told. Telling stories came long before showing them.  

In some ways, “show, don’t tell,” can be useful. If you spend a thousand words of character A lovingly and carefully describing every detail of character B, you don’t then need to say something like, “She was pining for him,” because you’ve allowed your description to do that work for you. So no, you don’t need to say it, but maybe you want to. Maybe you want to make it inarguable that character A is pining for character B; you don’t want a reader to say, “I think she’s paying that much attention because she wants to kill him and she’s looking for his weak points.”

And so that’s what it comes down to—choice. Ultimately, writing is about making decisions, and those decisions are stronger when you understand all your options.

Behind the adage is a more difficult truth to swallow: prose is both infinite in its potential and also frustratingly limited, because you have no control over your audience. You can lovingly describe every snowflake that falls in a blizzard, and your reader will be taking their own meaning from it—for people who can mentally visualize things, it’s the images their mind conjures; for those who can’t, it’s a mass of facts. And there are also those who are sleepy and missing details, or who are skimming to get to the bits they’re most interested in, or who accidentally dropped their book in the bath and now the bottom half of every page is warped and unreadable.

Or you can say, “It snowed.”

No matter what your beliefs are on “show, don’t tell,” the truth is that it’s a false dichotomy. The very nature of prose is to navigate this divide. Some stories call for more showing, for example when your narrator is at a distance, when we don’t have much access to their thoughts or feelings. Other stories will ask you to tell, especially if we’re deep in your narrator’s head and they’re giving us everything. Showing lends itself to setting, imagery, and plot. Telling lends itself to character, voice, and style. One is not inherently better than the other, in the same way that a screwdriver isn’t better than a hammer—the tool you use depends on the task at hand.

Any time you encounter a trite rule in writing, it’s usually pointing to something much greater and more fun to think about. In this case, showing and telling are two integral tools in meaning-making. For this week’s activity, we’re going to use both show and tell to make meaning.

Prompt time!

In Donald Barthelme's essay “Not-Knowing,” he calls objects magical. “What is magical about the object is that it at once invites and resists interpretation. Its artistic worth is measurable by the degree to which it remains, after interpretation, vital.” 

So what does that mean? Although this essay is a hot mess (lovingly), part of its intended work is to be a mess. In fact Barthelme describes the mess of his desk and allows it to define him. It’s covered in coffee cups, cigarette ash, unpaid bills, and unwritten novels. In reality, those objects are just objects, but when rendered in prose, they give us an impression of this particular world and the character within it. The writer renders; the reader interprets. The things we own, that mean something to us, are also things that can define us. Who is the person who carries a leather wallet embossed with their initials, with the inside holding credit cards and a stack of neat bills? Who is the person who carries a canvas wallet with a faded Punisher logo on it, attached to a chain, and the only thing inside it is a Subway rewards card?

Objects are important. Especially in this world we live in where so many things have become virtual, tangibility will always be integral to us. We are a species that reaches out and touches. We like to hold things in our hands. We love things which cannot love us back. 

For this week’s prompt fill, I want you to find a magical object for Show & Tell. Ideally, it’s something with a long personal history that’s important to you. Maybe it’s the object you would save in the event of a fire, or maybe it’s something you lost long ago. 

First, I’d like you to show us the object by describing it. Then, tell us the story of it.

You can write about how you acquired it and the memories it conjures. Allow yourself to link and associate memories and feelings. Don’t box yourself in too much—just see where it takes you. 

But you can also put a spin on it. Here are some ways you can do that:

If you want to try fiction, you can write the same story about your favorite character’s beloved object, or you could completely make up an object and its history. 

If you want to try something experimental, you can write a story from the perspective of the object, and maybe its beloved thing is you. 

If you want to try poetry, write a poem of your object. This is a separate lesson, but T.S. Eliot’s concept of an objective correlative may be illuminating to consider. 

The purpose of this activity is to dig through your memories and/or observations, connect them, and use something external to conjure meaning from them. You begin with what your object is and it will eventually lead you to what it means.

Questions? Ask ‘em here before EOD Tuesday so @bettsfic can answer them on Wednesday. And remember to tag your work #tumblr writing workshop with betts if you want her to read your work and possibly feature it on Friday!

And, for those just joining us: @bettsfic is running a writing workshop on @books this month. Want to know more? Start here.

#tumblr writing workshop with betts #writers’ room #writeblr #writing advice #show and tell #long post #long text post

[that-one-gay-writer1227]

Hi! Good day I hope I'm not bothering you. Can I make a request about a Yan Venti x reader with a breeding kink? Hehehehe

His and Only His

A/N: Thank you so much for this request Anon! Don't worry, you're not bothering me! I actually had a lot of fun writing this request, so if anything your submission made my day a wee bit better! I wasn't sure if you wanted fem, masc, or neutral reader so I went ahead and wrote it as neutral but fem-bodied. I hope you don't mind! Also I apologize for the delay, I've been working on a personal project of mine unrelated to Tumblr lol. This is the first time ive written a yandere fic so i apologize if its not up to par, either way i hope you enjoy.

Summary: A certain bard has been hiding some very vivid feelings for you that are borderline obsessive, and one day he decides he wants to take you home and fill you up after an accidental confession <3

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, manipulative and possessive yandere themes, slight overstimulation, penetrative sex (the reader has a vagina), sub-reader, dom venti, oral giving (reader recieves), pet names (baby, cutie, etc. ), marking kink, !everything in here is fully consensual!

Tagging: @hitomisuzuya hey!!! I thought you might like this one since you also like yan venti fics lol.

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You and Venti met a few months ago in one of mondstat's most renowned taverns, the angel's share, and soon became drinking buddies. Usually, you two would talk about the most random things; your days, assholes you encountered, books you've read, and music.

Once you had mentioned that you were interested in learning how to write poetry venti jumped at the chance. Even started an entire class to teach poetry. Everyone thought it was for the public, but no; it'd be all for you. Everything he was doing was all for you.

He just couldn't stop thinking of you. Your smile, your voice, the way you walk, talk, and breathe.

Archons, from the first night he met you, he knew you just had to be his.

His to hold,

His to love,

His to breed

To be fully honest, he's had non-stop dreams and thoughts of you carrying his children. He's always wanted a family, for centuries he's thought about it. Raising a son or daughter in a life full of music and stories. Everything had started pure and innocent; it could have even been labeled a crush. But the more and more the two of you talked, he just couldn't help how often the thought of you being full of his seed would come to him. Slowly creeping into every one of his waking thoughts until you being fucked so full was the only thing he was concerned with anymore.

So here you are, late at night at angel's share waiting for your favorite bard to join you. It was just after new years, and the breeze was as gentle as ever in the wonderful city of mondstat. You had ordered a drink from diluc, the current bartender for the night and the owner of the place. You ordered a simple drink just to keep yourself company while waiting for Venti to arrive.

As if he had heard your thoughts, the blue-haired tone deaf bard walked in the door, a large grin plastered on his face and his lyre under his left arm. He waved hello to diluc and Jose before he went up the stairs to join you at your usual table. He took a seat in front of you and your half-finished drink. The second floor was nearly empty, leaving only the two of you under the candles aglow.

You smiled brightly at him. "Why hello stranger! fancy seeing you here." You teased making venti chuckle.

"Ehe same to you stranger, I actually came here looking for someone dear to me. Their name is y/n, you haven't seen them have you?" He teased back, locking eyes with you.

You couldn't help but feel your heart flutter a little. although your feelings were not nearly as intense as venti's, you had to admit you had definitely been struck by cupid to some degree. He was someone who intrigued you and made you laugh when no one else could, something you were very happy to have in life.

"I might have heard that name a few times, any more information on this Y/n?" You wanted to keep this going for just a little bit longer to see how much you could bring out. You were beyond curious and honestly the wine you'd had made you tipsy so there was no fear of him discovering your little crush.

This made him smirk. He placed his thumb under his chin and grazed his lips with a sweet slide of his index finger, feigning thought for a moment.

"Well, for starters they have beautiful eyes, as strong as the sea and as free as the seven winds. They have a talent for writing some of the most dazzling poetry! They also blush the same way you are right now, a jaw-dropping red more vibrant than the brightest apples in all of mondstat!" He bit his lip with a slight giggle as you felt your face be lit aglow.

You knew he liked to tease, and that was part of the reason that you developed feelings for him, but how did you not notice how direct it was before? Normally his teasing was simply a nickname, maybe a quick pickup line. But this? This was making your heart jump back and forth in your throat and chest.

"i- well you, i..." You felt the words get caught in your throat. what were you doing? You needed to pull yourself together before things got out of hand. Quickly trying to regain your composure, you'd sputtered a quick sentence, barely audible "Shh... my poetry isn't that good..."

"Well I beg to differ, I think it was stunning. I liked it with my whole heart." Venti was quick to retort. He was really trying to be the end of you tonight huh?

"Well I like you with my whole heart" You were convinced you'd thought. You were shocked to feel that your mouth was open as if you'd just said something. You slapped a hand over your mouth, eyes bugging out. Venti looked at you, blinking a few times before his expression changed.

"What was that songbird? Do you like me?" He teased, leaning forward to pull your hand from your mouth. It took little effort, as he then took his other hand and pulled your chin in his direction, leaning over just a little and glancing down at your lips. "I wanna hear you say it songbird."

Please, don't let this be a dream; you'd think. You weren't sure what you were expecting after accidentally blurting your heart out to your best friend, but this certainly was by far the best possible reaction. You took a quivering breath and uttered, "I...I like you."

Something in his eyes changed, he was still looking at your lips, going back and forth between your eyes and mouth. Now his eyes were glued to your lips, something darker overtaking them. Watching the words leave your tongue, watching the shapes you make when you talk, the melodies dripping out.

"Can I do something crazy?" Venti asked, hushed but confident. Something that sounded a little too perfect not to have been rehearsed. You nodded hesitantly before he leaned in slowly towards you.

You felt his breath tickle your neck softly, there was a pause as you leaned your head to the side giving him more access. you felt like you were on fire. His hand slid from your chin to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. He gave a soft chuckle before locking his lips around your neck.

You couldn't help the gentle mewl that left you when he began sucking on the tender skin. The hand tangled in your hair gently got tighter as his kisses grew hungrier and more passionate.

You felt the heat of the moment jump between your thighs as he climbed over the table quietly. His hunger for you didn't seem to quench as he kissed your neck, it only became stronger. He began biting different spots on your neck, kneading the flesh with his teeth and tongue. It was only when you heard a group of people from downstairs leave that you realized that you both were on display, all it took was someone looking up.

You pushed him off you slightly, making him look at you confused and a little hurt.

"Can we go somewhere private, I don't want everyone to see us up here." his look softened as your words settled with him, he nodded and stood up, grabbing your hand.

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The walk to your home wasn't far. You lived in the capital of mondstat in a small apartment near the inn. It was just more convenient for the sweet bard to keep an eye on you, and to get closer to you. You fumbled your keys, trying to open the door quickly and distractedly.

Venti wrapped his hands around your waist, placing his nose in the crook of your neck, softly breathing you in. His hands squeezed ever so slightly tighter as if to preview what you were in for.

"Absolutely divine..." was all he muttered before a gentle breeze blew past you, opening your door.

You paid the weird phenomenon no mind as you grabbed his hand, leading him inside.

"Please don't mind the mess, I wasn't expecting company." Your shy mumbling was cut off when venti pushed you against the wall, going back to kissing your neck. He grabbed your sides, pulling your flesh against him. You could feel how hard he had grown just from kissing alone.

The sensation of feeling his hands finally being on you, the taste of your skin. It was intoxicating to him. He let his hands travel from your hips to palm the outside of your sex. He could feel how needy you'd grown from his touching. You bucked your hips into his hand as if telling him what you were so desperate for.

"Have patience sweet y/n. You'll get what you're so needy for when it's time." He moved from kissing your neck down, down, and down until he was sitting in front of you on his knees. He looked up at you with slitted and dangerous eyes. something you'd never seen on him before.

He began peppering kisses along the outside of your clothing, barely sending little shocks straight to your core.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this, how long I've wanted to taste you." He pulled the hem of your pants, snapping the band closed. He let out a soft hum and looped his fingers, pulling your pants and undergarments down to his level.

The way his eyes glistened in desire was mesmerizing. He leaned forwards, nuzzling his nose onto the front of your folds, sending a chill down your spine. "Open your legs wide for me, songbird."

You did as told, lifting one leg over his shoulder, the other turned outwards to give him a better angle. He took this invite to slowly and passionately kitten lick everything his tongue would touch.

The room was filled with loud sounds of his mouth working wonders and your earthly moans. You gripped his hair as to take attention from your shaking, damn near faltering legs. you couldn't help the bucks you were making against his face. You loved the way he was moaning against your dripping sex, slurping every last drop you had to offer.

You felt the coil in your stomach growing tighter and tighter as you clenched your thighs around his head. His hands left his sex and under your thighs, pulling you closer and closer until you could only see his eyes peeking from under your flesh. Without warning, your riding became fevered, bucking widely you came all over his mouth.

Without missing a beat he ate every last drop, whining and whimpering at how absolutely amazing you tasted to him. When he was finished, he stood up on wobbly knees, still high from your orgasm, and kissed you sloppily.

You could taste your release on his tongue and the need in his passion. You bit his lip, trying to gain dominance, but you were only met with him sliding his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch he could find refuge in. You wrapped your hands around his neck as he lifted you up.

With your hips around him, he took you to the couch and laid down on top of him. You kept your legs wrapped around his waist as he ground into you.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you," He commanded, propped up on his elbows above you, still grinding. his breath dancing over your face.

"Archons, please stop....teasing, I ne..need you to fuck me please-" You whimpered quietly feeling your need stronger than ever. You wanted to feel him stretching you, splitting you. His hands gripping your waist as he pounded into you.

He didn't say anything, he only leaned down and kissed you. His lips soft and methodic. He sent one of his hands down to your chest, gently squeezing, making you moan. He took the advantage to explore your mouth yet again. Taking your tongue and gently sucking on it.

You arched your back into his touch as he began taking his clothes off. Slowly, almost tauntingly he exposed more and more of himself.

Eventually, you both were left bare. His beautiful form in front of you. You blushed at what was to come. He spread your legs apart and leaned forward to kiss you again. You wrapped your hands around his neck and his hair as he lined his cock at your entrance.

He reached a hand out and cupped your cheek.

"You are mine. I need to hear you say that you're mine and only mine," He whispered to you. There was lust behind it, but also something more. Almost a desperation for you to reassure him that you weren't anyone else's. He needed to know that he was all you'd ever need.

"I'm yours. Only yours."

That was all he needed. A newfound primal drive pumping through his brain. His click, his trigger, and you just pulled it. He plunged into you. Starting very slowly, watching how he disappeared inside of you.

You arched your back and tightened your legs around his back, making him sink into you faster. He started thrusting his leaking cock into your soaked cunt, making you moan vibrantly.

"I've been dreaming....dreaming of you taking me like this. beg-begging for me not to stop. You wanna be full of my seed? Full of my fucking cum?" You nodded at his question without hesitation, without regard to the fact that there'd be no way out of this if he filled you. "Beg for it....beg for my cum."

But Why would you want to escape?

His hand dipped to your sex, swirling his fingers as he pumped into you. His balls tight and slapping against your ass, he gripped his hand around your flesh tight enough to leave bruises and shot hot strings of cum deep into you. Warmth spread into you as he drilled into you.

Little did you know neither would be getting up for a very long time, I mean, you were his, so it was only natural that he made your neighbors aware of that fact. He had to make sure you took to his seed, that you only remembered how to moan his name.

After all, you were his and only his. Forever and always.

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[contentloadingandstuff]

Helloooooo! I recently found your blog, and I rly like your writing style. I was hoping, if it’s not uncomfortable or anything, could you do a NSFW headcanons for yelan, jean, and eula?

NSFW Headcanons - Eula, Yelan & Jean

Genre: Smut

Characters: Eula Lawrence // Yelan // Jean Gunnhildr

A/N: Hello! I'm glad you're enjoying my writing :) Here are your requested hcs, hope you like them as well! I switched the order a little to accomodate for best girl Eula. It took an entire day (not sure if it shows 😅), but I had a lot of fun writing these.

Also, the entire Jean's part, which took a lot of time, was DELETED BY TUMBLR BECAUSE I WANTED TO PASTE SOMETHING WHY THE FU-

Contents: Sub!Eula, body worship, Dom!Yelan, femdom, forced orgasms, edging, post orgasm, Sub!Jean, roleplay, public sex, lots of wholesome stuff

NSFW under the cut.

Eula Lawrence

For her entire life, she has been kept at a distance. First, her family applied their traditional upbringing tactics, mainly consisting of replacing her natural needs like love and affection with artificial norms and behaviors of her clan. When she broke out of the loop and joined the Knights, they completely pushed her away. Eula couldn't expect comfort from the society either, leaving her to fend for herself. To cope, she assumed her strange way of speaking and the bizarre mannerisms, which only made everything worse. It was a complete surprise to her when Amber became her friend, but an even greater one was actually finding someone who loved her.

Eula is quite touch-starved, and that carries over to love-making.

She wants to have you two as close as physically possible at all times. Eula wants to feel your warmth, your breath and heartbeat on her body.

For her, your face is best when it's in full view for her to enjoy. Eula needs to see that it's you who makes her feel good, you who envelops her bare body, you who loves her.

She is a very intimate woman, and as such the bonding element is more important than the pleasure.

Her body is quite sensitive anyway, so it doesn't take much to get her off. 

She is very clingy, always having her hands on you. Her favorite place to hold on to is your neck. Leg locking happens often, making it difficult to pull out of her. She does that instinctively, and hopes you're fine with it.

The woman is well-aware of her assets, and likes to show them off to you. The way she dresses doesn't exactly make it hard, but she likes to couple it with a very suggestive way of walking.

That said, you can not only look, but touch as well. She loves it when you grope her thighs and ass, but only when no one is looking.

She'll gladly let you use her breasts and thighs to get off.

In fact, one of her favorite things is sitting on your lap while you rub  your length between her legs and right on her womanhood. Suck her nipples or make out at the same time and Eula will cum in no time.

Making out makes her go weak in the knees, especially if you push her up against the wall or pin her hands down.

Give Eula lots and lots of kisses not only outside your bedroom. She lives for your lips on hers, and some tongue action as well.

A hard no for her is bondage. She might bear it if you kiss her non stop, but not being able to touch you is not enjoyable for her. She absolutely needs physical contact.

Eula is not really into giving oral for a similar reason, but she does like receiving it. She usually keeps your face on her clit with a hand in your hair, giving in to the immense pleasure.

But do be careful - the Spindrift Knight gets very squirmy when she's close, so being choked by her thighs is a real possibility. But who would complain?

The best orgasms, however, come from vanilla sex for Eula.

She is not very kinky, but you could say that intimacy is her biggest kink.

Eula is defenseless against the pleasure you bring to her, and having a sensitive body means overstimulation is even worse. Hence, one or two times is her limit.

She is so fragile that she can orgasm without nearly any stimulation to her slit. Having your leg between hers and your tongue in her mouth may just get her off hands-free.

Favorite positions for her are any that include being face to face. Missionary is her go-to.

When the pleasure becomes too much, she may just scratch your exposed back a little. She will get VERY bashful when you point it out later.

Sex will only happen inside your bedroom, where she can drop her guard and be the submissive one without anyone judging her.

"I... I lov-hngh-love you, please g-give me everything!"

Yelan

Yelan's work is bothersome. Running around, moving paperwork, and putting up with people's bullshit makes her very frustrated. She just wants someone who could just listen and obey her orders without all of the unnecessary babbling. And who could fill that role better than you?

This one? Very kinky.

It's all about control for Yelan. Whether it be pulling off a well thought-out scheme or ordering her boytoy around, it gives her the sort of satisfaction that nothing could compare to.

It's just so much fun, seeing you bend to her will, ordering you around. Lie down. Get up. Kneel. Crawl to me. Beg. Lick. Her pussy gets so wet at your submissiveness.

You know that Hydro rope she can summon? Yeah, you'll be on a first name basis with it.

Yelan will tie your wrists and ankles so tight they will be sore. She will show some more mercy to your cock and balls, but they still will be uncomfortable.

She'll make sure to wrap the base of your cock tightly, so she can enjoy you longer. The rope will separate and stretch your nuts, not enough to hurt, but enough to be unpleasant. If she feels like it, she will also attach a leash to them. Nothing beats pulling a man by his most precious part in her eyes.

She will call you all sorts of pet names, her favorite being 'boy'.

If you be a good boy for Yelan, she will reward you. But if you disobey, or just don't meet her expectations, she will not hesitate to punish you.

Or maybe she'll do it just because she feels like it.

Yelan has to dish out pain daily because of her job, so she won't carry it over to the bedroom. No pain, just pleasure. Which is not a good thing in this scenario.

See, she had to learn a lot about anatomy to develop good interrogation techniques, and her books described the male body in great detail. Yelan knows all of her pet's sensitive spots, and she will show no mercy.

Seeing you whine and tremble gets her unbelievably hot. She will push you to the edge and stop, only to do it again. And again. And again, until she gets enough of your pleading for orgasm.

You better not cum until she says so, or you'll suffer an even worse fate.

Yelan will turn you into a crying, moaning mess with just two vibes - one on your frenulum, and one against your prostate. It will feel amazing at first, but will become torture after you orgasm. And Yelan will not stop, no matter how much you beg.

She just thinks your tear stained face is so fucking cute!

If you have enough brain cells (or just get lucky), she'll just use your cock and tongue to get herself off.

Because how else would a woman like her unwind than with her toy's face between her legs?

When your shaft becomes nice and hard from all of that cruel edging, she'll ride you to orgasm. Your precum and her juices will be all the lube you'll need.

If you endure her inhuman pace, or cum at the same time, she'll reward you.

The reward will be her mouth, along with possibly the most agile tongue of Teyvat.

After finally removing the ropes biting down into the sensitive skin of your cock and your sack, she will get to work and give you her all. You deserve it for being an obedient plaything, don't you?

While her tongue swirls around your glans, one hand will massage your balls and the other will tease your backside.

Her touch on your jewels will be gentle, but firm. She will roll them around in her fingers, squeezing the sensitive flesh ever so gently.

Milking your p-spot at the same time will lead to possibly the best orgasm you could ever have.

Yelan will gladly take in all of that thick, hot seed you'll give her. Outside of the bedroom, she'll control your diet and make you eat lots of fruits, to give your cum that sweeter note she loves so much*.

Because of her work, she has to protect her image, so you'll play only within the walls of your home. Don't worry, though - your girlfriend will make every session unforgettable.

Her sex drive is quite high, but she'll adjust it to yours. Yelan wants you to enjoy it as much as she does, and she knows her 'ideas' can get quite intense at times.

"Come to me. Good. Now, eat this pussy like the good boy you are~"

Jean Gunnhildr

In between working herself to the bone and lying unconscious, Jean enjoys reading books. Historical records and romance novels are her favorite genres. Since the library didn't contain much of the second, Lisa decided to hand pick and order new ones for her. And Lisa, being Lisa, started sneaking more steamy novels along the vanilla and cliche love stories. She enjoyed watching Jean's face go bright red when she reached the most juicy bits. The Grandmaster always dreamt of experiencing the things she read first-hand, and with you around, she can finally fulfill her fantasies. 

Having a wide range of references made her imagination quite rich when it comes to fantasies and ideas.

Being a practical woman, she always bookmarked her favorite scenes for... future reference. Reading about romance made her feel quite lonely, and that bothered her. It's one of the reasons she overworks herself so much, as exhaustion takes her mind off of that problem.

But now, she finally has someone. Someone she feels safe around, likes to hang out with.

She is kinky, yes, but there's a problem. Jean is unbelievably shy about it.

Her poor heart couldn't possibly handle asking you directly, so she turns to dropping hints.

For example, Jean will leave one of her favorites on your dining table, in full view, and with a single bookmark. She hopes you open and read it, and get the idea.

If you don't, she'll keep trying. If you're especially oblivious to her signs, Lisa will help guide you in the right direction. She'll have enough of Jean's dejected looks by that point for sure.

You'll quickly find out that Jean is really into risky, public sex. Public as in in her office, the library or other enclosed space with a quiet corner.

She'll get a lock on her office door for sure. Yet people can still hear her moaning while getting her insides rearranged, so the thrill is still there.

Nothing that a hand over her mouth couldn't fix, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Jean is a submissive at heart, which stems mostly from her fascination with gender differences.

She loves how different your bodies are. She is tall, yes, but you're still taller. Her build is more fragile, with smaller arms and shoulders, and yours is stronger, with broad shoulders and large, muscular forearms.

When you stand over her, overshadowing Jean's entire frame, she gets hot and bothered.

Loves your strength - both in bed (picking her up, pinning her down) and outside of it (lifting heavy things for her).

She values greatly both what makes her feminine, and what makes you masculine.

Worshiping her body is up to you, but she will definitely worship yours.

Likes giving oral more than receiving. She tends to get lost in the moment, the strong scent of your manhood flipping that hidden switch in her brain.

Worships your shaft with everything she's got, and sloppily at that. She likes it when you make her work for that dicking with her mouth and throat. Add a hand in her hair and she will rub her legs together, too horny and desperate to hold back.

Plays with your balls a lot. It's definitely the most masculine part of you, and Jean loves showing it the proper respect with her tongue.

Her favorite ways to screw emphasize that difference. Jean likes when you hover over her, lift her up or force her down - gently of course. The absolute hottest position in her eyes is when you both are standing, you penetrate her from behind, and support your weight on your hands, placed right before her face. She enjoys seeing just how big yours are compared to hers.

Jean really likes a good amount of foreplay before the deed. Making out, oral or mutual masturbation helps get her wet and ready for you.

She also likes long, slow and passionate sessions. The ones that come after a romantic dinner, a walk under the night sky or a picnic under the Windrise tree.

Also enjoys a gentle, morning fuck on free days, as rare as they are.

Vaginal is for sure more enjoyable for Jean than anal, but that doesn't mean her asshole is off limits. She likes when you insert a plug to heighten the sensations and keep things fresh. She'll let you take her in the ass (slowly) during her time of the month to keep both of you close.

Dirty talk can turn Jean into a whiny, needy mess very quick with the right words spoken at the right time. She automatically clenches when she hears the words 'good girl' fall from your lips.

The same naughty things won't come out of her mouth, sadly. She just isn't very confident, and can't say it in the overwhelmingly hot way you can.

Jean will not hesitate to try new things in the bedroom, but sometimes when she isn't that sure, but wants to keep it secret from you, she will turn to Lisa for help. The two are very close, and so Lisa will gladly lend Jean her experience and knowledge. As for the price, who knows, maybe a threesome would be adequate~

Jean's endurance is not that great, and she's completely fine with it. Just how could she resist your strong arms, thick shaft and low voice?

Sexing her out is fairly hard, but it's possible. Usually two extended sessions and three or four quickies in between will keep her a happy girl.

"My love, what are you do- Ah! N-not here, p-please... someone might see us!"

Footnote: Yeah, that's a real thing. The taste is mostly impacted by diet and similiar habits - eating salty, processed food, drinking alcohol and coffee or smoking give it an awful character, while staying drug-free and eating sweet, acidic foods like certain vegetables and fruit make it more bearable. Go research it, seriously.

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[scrybe-scott]

Hello world!

My name is Cam (he/him), and I’m brand new to the whole tumblr thing!

I figure the best way to join an online community is with an introduction, so here we are! Please don’t hesitate to reach out or interact! I’d love to make some new friends!!!

Okay, so who are you?

I’m glad you asked! My pen name, which I’m going to use for this blog, is Cam Scott

I’m 24, recently jumping back into writing after a whole slew of life stuff, and am looking to start grad school here in the next year or two!

Some of my interests include: comics, movies, folklore and folk music, philosophy, pro wrestling (the greatest form of theatre), and video games!

What do you write?

All kinds of stuff! Fantasy, sci-fi, mystery, westerns, even a comic or graphic novel from time to time. If only I could draw…

The only things you won’t catch me really writing are romances. Nothing against em, per se, but that’s not really my niche. A subplot? Sure! But not really my vibe for a complete work.

I also don’t really do fanfic, but again, no hate if you do! I think it’s cool to read people play around in those spaces; I just have to get all these voice- er, stories… out of my head.

Do you have any WIPs?

Too many! But I’ll try to list some of the main ones! (And keep it short)

The Silver Circle: The first in a fantasy series, it follows a group of adventurers making their way through a war-torn continent to help a cast-out prince reclaim his throne.

The Clockwork Lounge: A neon noir/cyberpunk-esque sci-fi story in which a man is hired to solve a murder in a casino run entirely by automatons.

Untitled Mystery (as in I came up with this yesterday lol): a man bounces back and forth between three bodies in three different time periods: the sailing age, the jazz age, and the far future in order to solve three murders that are somehow all connected.

If any of this sounds like anything you like, please don’t hesitate to follow! I’m also down for any tag games, asks, DMs, etc! I’d love to make new friends and really get involved with the community.

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[kasdan]

𝐸𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝐹𝑢𝑟𝑦 {𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 1}

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a/n: hello! welcome to my first story I am posting on tumblr (i would like to apologize if it is suckish) I have had this story plot in my mind for a while and i’ve been on a frank castle craze recently and figured i’ll just write about it. so please read at your hearts content and i would love your lovely feedback and we will see if this story goes anywhere. i had to split this chapter into another part bc it was getting too long so oops.

Summary: you are experimented on and are trained to be the perfect weapon but you’ve decided that you’ve had enough and rage takes over.

Pairing: eventual frank castle x reader

Warnings: torture, needles, blood, mentions of kidnapping, child abuse, death, murder, trauma, slow burn, language, tasing

Word count: 4.5k

Chapter song: Ember by Katherine McNamara

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I hear the muffled clack of footsteps getting louder and clearer as I work to open my eyes. The room is bright, and I have to squint as I go to pick my hand up to block out some of the light.

However, I can’t move my arm. My breathing gets heavier as I work myself awake and try to figure out what's going on. Then I remember. I remember exactly what’s happening, and I relax under the bindings since I know there is nothing else I can do as I stare at the ceiling above me.

The footsteps stop right in front of my door, and I close my eyes again, not wanting to face what I know is going to happen as the door slides open. The person comes through the door and says nothing as they walk up to me. It’s silent until I hear them start typing loudly, the sound of the keys echoing in my ears. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, wanting to drown out all the noise and go back to a noiseless slumber.

Suddenly the typing stops, and I hear rustling on the left side of the table I am strapped to. Then everything stops, and all that is heard is the faint clicking of the clock somewhere in the room, where I can’t bring myself to remember where exactly it is.

I feel the person roughly grip my arm, and my eyes shoot open. Not caring about the brightness of the room anymore, I turn my head towards the perpetrator. I can’t see their face; they’re wearing a mask that covers the bottom half of it, with only their eyes showing as they stare down at the arm they grabbed.

"Please." I open my mouth and manage to get out a plea when I see the needle that they’re holding in their hand. My voice cracked in three different places with just that one word, and it came out as more of a whisper, but I know that the person heard it when they look up at me.

I see their mask move, and the corner of their eyes move up as if they were smiling at me. I get a nauseous feeling in my stomach at the sight, and they say nothing as they look back down at my arm and bring the needle to my skin.

My mind is screaming at me to do something, anything, as I see the needle get closer and closer to my skin. I try to move away, but the bindings are keeping me in place, and my entire body is sore, I'm not even able to move a muscle. I can’t get away even if my life depended on it, which in this moment I am sure it does.

I turn my head to look away, and I feel the needle pierce my skin as a tear rolls down my cheek at the knowledge of what is to come. I can feel the liquid coursing through my veins, and I know it’s just a matter of time before I start feeling the effects.

I brace myself on the table as my skin starts to burn and my veins feel like ice is going through them. I have been through this process hundreds of times already, and it still has a growing effect on me, as if it changes every time.

I soon feel unbearable pain as the icy feeling in my veins turns into a burning sensation that makes my skin feel like it’s boiling. I open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. My throat is raw from only screaming and barely any talking for days on end.

Tears streamed down my face as I struggled against the binds holding me down. I know that I’m barely moving them and have no chance of escape, but my body was moving impulsively, trying to get out.

Small whines are the only thing leaving my throat, and my eyes are blurry from the tears. I see the outline of the person in the room with me walking around my body on the table. I don’t have to see them to know that they’re writing their ‘findings’ down.

I close my eyes again, praying for the pain to go away, even the slightest bit. It’s gone on for hours at a time before, and I just hope that I pass out early this time.

I don’t know how long I’ve been on the table in pain for; it can’t have been more than 20 minutes, but it felt like hours. I can vaguely hear the door to the room opening before everything goes black and the pain in my body is left to a dulling heat in the back of my mind.

When I wake up, I’m back in my cell, laying on my bed—a single blanket and a worn-out pillow laid out on the ground of the cold room. It takes me a minute to be able to move my arms and legs. I can still feel the dull throb of pain in my joints as I move myself to sit upright against the wall.

There’s not much in my room, that being a small table in the corner with some paper and writing utensils that I never seem to really use, and a small toilet in the corner. I usually spend the day staring at the white, blank walls, waiting for the pain in my body to go away fully. It never completely leaves; there’s always that dull ache in my body, reminding me of what’s been done to me and mocking me, saying I’ll never be able to function with my body like it’s supposed to. Well, apparently this is what it’s supposed to be: a rag doll getting picked up and pushed around for other people to poke and prod at.

I’ve been in this place since I was born, and I have no idea how long it's been since. I have no concept of time in here besides the glances at the clock in the operating room, as they call it. Not that I can read the time on it anyway; I was never taught. Sometimes I would stare at the clock in the room while I was being worked on, trying to figure out the time, but they were always fast glances, and I couldn’t bring myself to focus that well when I was being injected with stuff.

Reading the time on clocks isn’t what I was made to do anyway. I hear the voices and conversations in the hallway pass by; it’s not like I have anything else to do anyway. I’ve heard several instances where they’re talking about a military weapon that would be very helpful, and I can’t help but notice that the weapon that’s been constantly talked about is me. They’re making me into a weapon.

I guess it would be obvious to any outsider looking in what they are trying to do, but I don’t think of it that way. I’m here trying to understand why this is happening and why it’s happening to me. I didn’t ask for any of this, and I often find myself wondering what a normal life and childhood would entail.

The only vivid memory I have of being in this place is Ellie. She was brought into my cell one day when I was younger, with nothing said from the guards as they threw in an extra blanket and pillow. That’s when I found out that there were other children here too, not just me.

I watched as the guard closed the door and heard the lock click into place. I glanced over at the little girl who came in with me. She didn’t look at me and instead opted to claim the corner diagonally from me.

It was silent in the small cell, as if another person hadn't been put in with me and it was still just me. I kept looking at her from the corner of my eye as time passed and my position sat up on the wall. She never moved from where she was; only the occasional small hiccup was heard after a muffled sob.

The guard came back later with two trays of food that consisted of a couple pieces of bread and a small cup of water—not nearly enough to be able to healthily sustain ourselves on, but I was already used to eating like that for years.

One tray was dropped in front of me, the little water that was in the cup sloshing out over the edges onto the ground. I looked up and gave my best dirty look to the guard, but they didn’t acknowledge me. The other tray was dropped in front of the other little girl in the room. She flinched away and tried to curl into the corner she was in more, even though her body was already fully pressed against the wall.

I start to drag the tray towards me and hear the thud of the boots from the guard leaving the room, the lock clicking into place. I pick up a piece of bread and start picking off the green parts of it. I didn’t know what it was exactly, but it didn’t feel right eating it, so I made it a habit of carefully picking the parts off every time.

I started nibbling on a piece after I'd picked off the green from both pieces. I noticed movement in the corner of my eye and turned to see the girl reaching for the food on her tray after some hesitation. She looked down at the bread and also started to pick off the green parts and place them back onto the tray. I watched as she practically shoved the bread into her mouth and gulped down what she had for water.

I could visibly see that she was still hungry, so I moved my tray closer to hers after I finished the piece of bread and had some water. She jumped when she heard the scraping of the tray against the ground, as if she forgot there was someone else in the room, and finally looked up at me with wide green eyes. I nodded towards the tray and pushed it closer to her, motioning for her to take it. She just shook her head and pushed herself back into the corner she was in, her eyes still locked onto mine.

“Take it.” I insisted with a hoarse voice.

"I- I can’t, it’s yours." She said it in a small voice, shaking her head again. Her voice didn’t sound as bad as mine did, which is what would happen if you'd spent enough time here. I figured she was new and they just brought her in, and with that, I pushed the tray even closer to her, trying again to have her take the bread, but without getting so close as to scare her.

"I don’t need as much; I’m used to it." She just stared at me, as if processing my words for a moment. Then she slowly reached forward to grab the food from the tray. I let out a sigh as I leaned my head back against the wall and stared at the ceiling.

There was movement on my side, and I turned my head to see the girl standing beside me, holding out half of the piece of bread I'd given her. I opened my mouth to turn her down, but then closed it and carefully took the food out of her hand after seeing the look on her face.

I felt the corner of my mouth lift up slightly as she sat down next to me and started up a conversation.

"My name’s Ellie. What’s yours?" She spoke in more of a happier tone than what it was like earlier. I stared blankly at her question, my mind not coming up with an answer. My name? What was my name? The only answer I could come up with was the series of numbers that ‘patients’ are addressed as.

It seemed she noticed my hesitation in answering the question when she spoke up again. "Do you not have a name?" I looked at her and didn’t know what to say, so I instead opted to gently shake my head in denial.

She looked at me in confusion before a smile spread across her face. Well, that’s okay!" she said cheerfully, "we can share a name! You can have my middle name; it’s y/n; it’s not like I’m using it anyway." She finished her thought, a smile still on her face as she looked at me.

I found myself mimicking her smile while nodding my head in agreement. She clapped her hands in excitement while engaging in a different topic completely. We spent a long time talking about random things, with her mostly telling me about different things about the outside world. It was the first time in my life that I was having a full conversation with someone that wasn’t one-sided and had me enjoying the other person's company.

A tear falls down my cheek, and I work my sore arm up to wipe it off. Thinking about Ellie is the only thing in here that makes me feel anything other than pain, and I will make sure that I find out exactly what happened and who was involved.

Suddenly the door to my cell opens, and my trainer walks in with a smile on his face. I don’t match it as I stare at him with a deadpan expression.

"Come now, why the long face? I thought we were buddies." He says it in a cheerful voice, and I stare at him, not moving, with the same expression on my face. His face drops into a scowl, apparently done with playing nice for the time being.

He throws two pieces of clothing at me, and I let them hit me, still not moving. "Get dressed; I don’t have time for your shit."

"No." The first word I speak, he isn’t ready for, as he does a double take at me like he’s shocked at me saying anything. I usually don’t say anything and just move, like while getting dressed and following him to the training area. However, today I’m not feeling compliant, know I’m too sore to try and train, and don’t know how I’m going to fair.

"What did you just say?" He asks with a sneer in my direction when I don’t move right away. I know I shouldn’t push back and just do what he says, but today I don’t have the patience to pretend.

"I think you heard me and my shit." I respond, and I see his eyes visibly darken. I don’t have time to react before he’s roughly grabbing my arm and forcing me up. Pain shoots through my body as I’m forced up, and I hold in a whimper. I don’t need him to get any satisfaction from this.

“Listen here, you little bitch,” he practically spits in my face as his grip on my arm tightens even more. I can already feel the bruise forming where his hand is. He opens his mouth to say something before he’s interrupted by a voice coming from the doorway.

"Is there a problem here?" A guard passing by hears the commotion in the room and stops in the doorway. My trainer's face spreads into a smile as he turns around to face the guard. The guard has their taser out of their belt holder, holding it as if ready to attack at any moment. I go stiff as I’m attracted to the sight, knowing how that tiny stick can feel as the electricity courses through my veins. Unfortunately for me, it seems the trainer felt it.

He releases my arm and starts to walk up to the guard. “Yes, everything is fine, just a little issue with getting the equipment to cooperate." His back is turned toward me, but I can hear the smile in his voice when he talks. He walks forward and reaches his hand out to the guard. In this moment, my mind is screaming, No, no, no, please no. The next events happen in a flash as he takes the taser from the guard and strides back up to me, immediately connecting the taser to my ribcage.

I let out a cry as the electricity shoots through me, and I fall to the ground. I can feel the electricity throughout my entire body as squirm on the ground trying desperately to make it stop.

I see the trainer crouch down beside me and take ahold of my jaw, forcing me to look at him. "See what happens when you don’t cooperate?" I grit my teeth as I force out a response.

“Fuck. You.” He clicks his tongue in disapproval as he stands up and walks towards the door, giving the guard their taser back.

“I expect you to be in training in less than 20 minutes.” He then leaves the room and says something to the guard, causing them to nod and take their place standing against the wall outside the doorway to my cell.

I take my time getting up, with shocks still hitting me every once in a while. He knows I don’t know how long 20 minutes is, but I can’t bring myself to move any faster than I am. I can see the guard in the doorway from here, their hand resting on the taser in their belt, which causes me to try and move a little faster.

I move to change into the clothes that were thrown at me, cursing out the trainer in my head the whole time. The shocks from the taser have practically all disappeared by now, leaving behind fits of rage in their wake. I’m angry at the trainer for treating me like some piece of equipment he can hit and throw around when it’s not working to his standards. I’m angry at the experiments they’ve decided that I’m going to be the center of and the torture that I’ve had to grow accustomed to over the years. I’m angry at the people behind all of this, and I’m angry that I couldn’t have a life outside this lab that Ellie had told me so much about before.

I work to get dressed in my fits of rage, and throw the old clothes carelessly on the ground. There’s nothing really different about the clothes, both pairs include a shirt and pants that are all white, the training clothes maybe being a little more flexible for movement.

After I’m dressed, I walk out of the room and don’t even look at the guard by the door as I start down the hallway towards the training room, but I can hear their footsteps walking closely behind me.

The halls are long; the walls are all white and empty, with doors lining up on both sides. If you weren’t looking hard enough or were just passing by quickly, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell that there are doors here by how they blend right into the walls, with no doorknobs but light fingerprint panels built into the wall in order to open them.

Getting to the training room was a fairly long process, but you do it over and over again, and it doesn’t feel that long; you get numb to the feeling and just keep walking, and before you know it, you’re there. That’s what happens this time when I make it to the training room. I’m in front of the door in what feels like no time, and I push the door open to enter. This is the only place I’m authorized to enter like this, and I make my way towards one of the benches, ignoring my trainer standing on one of the mats in the middle of the room.

I sit down on the bench and lean forward with my elbows on my knees as I scan the room. It’s about three times the size of my cell, with various mats covering the ground. The walls are the same white color that the rest of the building is, but instead of being bare, there are walls with an assortment of different gun types and knives. However, all the weapons that are on the walls are props for show and won’t do any real damage. I learned that the hard way when training. One time I tapped into my rage and threw a throwing knife at the trainer, but instead of piercing his skin, all it did was bounce off his chest as he started to laugh at me.

Ever since that day, I have found myself not holding back my punches in retaliation, even though the trainer didn’t say anything about it. I could see that he was taken aback by some of them, especially when I got him hard in the eye once. I was particularly happy when he stumbled back from it, but I paid for it the next day when he was extra rough with me.

I watch as the trainer nods his head towards the door, and see the guard was waiting in the doorway for a signal to be released. They immediately turn to leave back down the hallway we came from after the signal from the trainer was given.

He looks at me expectingly at my place on the bench. I know I’ve been testing his patience today so I sigh, push myself up, and walk over to him. I stop when I’m in front of him, waiting for instructions.

“Today we’re doing solely hand to hand training.” He smiles at me and I know he’s still trying to push my buttons, he knows I get highly more aggressive when engaging in hand to hand combat. He’s also incredibly cocky, thinking he’s going to get away with a lot, especially since the day I got him in the eye.

He gives me no warning when he’s already taking a swing at me. I easily duck out of the way and brace myself. There’s no time to recover before he’s coming at me again. He throws swing after swing at me, and I work to dodge and block them. I can tell he’s not thinking of his movements and is just trying to get as many punches in as he can.

I take advantage of his carelessness and after he throws a certain punch, I push back. I bring my arm up to block his punch while pulling my other arm back to throw a punch into his unprotected stomach. He gets pushed back, not expecting the blow, and I jump at the opportunity to not give him the upper hand.

It’s my turn to throw punch after punch at him, and he isn’t as good as blocking them. He tries to punch back again but I don’t give him the chance to. I make sure he doesn’t get a chance to do anything but try to weakly block my advances.

He crashes to the ground after a particularly hard hit to the jaw, and he brings his arms up with a look of anger on his face. "Hey, you’re not supposed to—" he starts to say something angrily, but I cut him off as I jump on top of him and deliver a hard blow to his cheek. You could hear something pop when it happened, and his face turns to the side as blood starts to drip from his mouth.

I don’t stop as I tap into my anger and continue punching him over and over. His face quickly becomes deformed, swollen, and bloody as I don’t hold any punches back. He starts choking on his blood as he lays there, taking every single punch I throw his way. There are tears in my eyes as I start to scream my anger while still punching him.

I eventually bring myself to stop, tears still streaming down my face as I pant and look down at the beaten-up trainer below me. He’s not moving at all, as if—oh shit. I quickly bring my fingers down to his neck to check for a pulse. I wait for something, anything, but there’s nothing.

I quickly get up from the body and wipe my face with the back of my hands. Think. Think. Think. My mind is going into overdrive trying to figure out what to do. The guard would surely be back any minute; the training sessions don’t go on for that long. If they find me in here with a dead body, there will surely be drastic consequences. I can’t let them find me.

If I leave the room, I’ll be out in the open. You need restricted access to every room in the building. I’ll be stuck in the hallway, just waiting for someone to find me, unless I can get access to the doors.

I look down at the body by my feet and then up to the walls lined with the prop weapons. I quickly run up to the wall with rows of knives on it and try to find the sharpest one I can manage.

I find a switchblade that can’t be any sharper than the corner of a piece of paper, but it’ll have to do. I go back over to the lifeless body and bend down, spreading out his hand face down on the ground.

"I would say sorry, but I would be apologizing to myself for having to do this." I speak to the open air as I grip one of the fingers, holding it still, and bring the knife I have gripped in my palm up and bring it down as hard as I can. I cringe as I hear the bone in the finger crack. The finger is pushed up as the bone breaks, and I keep bringing the knife down into the skin in quick recession as blood splatters on me.

I feel the finger partly break off, and I stop striking the knife down in order to work to pull it off the rest of the way. I drop the knife and put the hand that was holding it on his arm so I can get more leverage on it. I push his arm back and pull the finger with my other hand, and the finger comes off his body with a pop. I stand up and lift up the finger in my hand, blood dripping down onto my arm from the bottom part of the finger where it was ripped off.

“Thank you for your kind contribution.” I say as I inspect the dissevered finger in my grip. I hurriedly make my way to the door to leave the training room, but the door opens before I get there, and the guard that brought me there is standing in the doorway.

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hey! i havent had tumblr for a while but ive been thinking about cathys eldest sister who wants to run away when she turns 18. is she equipped at all to deal with the outside world? all of the kids seem pretty isolated. ty!

hello anonymous -- first of all let me just say, i am really touched that you remembered my story, and even a pretty minor character in it, and remained so interested that you sent this ask even after being away. really it means a lot more to me than i could ever articulate, i was so stunned and happy that you would. i appreciate it a lot. i really hope someday i can make the story real so that you'll be able to have all these answers without tumblr asks, LOL.

which made me think about -- how mysterious do i want to be to make sure everything still stays fresh if i ever do write it , lol. i thought for a bit about this, and i think i can still say plenty of things without giving away any plot beats or information i havent already shared. espescially about the character youre inquiring on ! so: about bridget.

even though bridget is a side character whose arc plays out largely incidentally in the background of the story, she's definitely the supporting cast member i've thought about most, because she shares a lot in common with catherine, but her motivation to escape is from a completely different perspective, and her approach is entirely different as well because of that.... i'm not sure how much i've talked about catherine's family's history, but they haven't always lived where they live, and they haven't always been as isolated as they are ; bridget is one of the few kids in the family who is old enough to remember a time when she was marginally less secluded from the world, where she was permitted to have relationships among a slightly broader community, instead of having no one and nothing outside of the nuclear family. this, combined with the amount of time she's spent living the way that she does, and the increased responsibility /mistreatment she incurred by being born first, leads her to a feeling that is shared between only her and cathy among her siblings, that something is deeply, implacably wrong with the only world she's ever known, and an abstract need to "run away" as a result.

UNLIKE cathy, bridget has the perspective to know that there does exist a world outside(though she's never been part of it) that she can run away to. because of this, and due to the repertoire she has built up over the years by adequately obeying her parents and avoiding their scrutiny, and her general grew-up-too-fast big sister maturity, she has the increased freedom and general skills she needs to actually enact an escape plan . to get to the meat of your question, though, that definitely does not translate exactly to being able to survive well and easily when she leaves. basically the only thing bridget has ever been is a homemaker, essentially; her days are commanded by the needs of her siblings and the demands of her parents, and there's little room for developing any sense of agency outside of her role as fill-in mother to the younger children in the family. i can't imagine there's anything she even wants to do when she gets out -- she wouldn't have any idea how to want things in the first place -- she has been actively discouraged from learning administrative adult tasks even as mundane as shopping for herself or driving a car out of a desire to keep her subserviant, and she has no safe grown-ups in her life to teach her these skills. she has no education outside of her family's """"homeschooling"""", and when she leaves, she will have no access to her legal paperwork, and no funds or resources whatsoever. which is all to say: bridget knows how to take care of herself and take care of her siblings and take care of her household, but she doesn't know how to be a human being, and she has none of the prerequesites that society would expect from her. even as the /least/ isolated member of the household, she's been completely cut off from any ability to develop as a person, form external relationships, and live without relying on her parents, because that's how catherine's parents maintain their sense of control.

so, the long and short of it is this: the reason that catherine's family is the way it is (and ESPESCIALLY in the case of bridget, whose obedience they rely upon to keep the household running smoothly) is that catherine's parents want to raise adult children, who are simultaneously competent enough to personally benefit the parents in keeping up appearances and in putting in less work themselves, and also so completley reliant on them ideologically, financially, and emotionally that they have no hope of surviving in the outside world. thta's the situation bridget is in when she decides to escape.

that being said, i think she's alright... much like cathy, i try to keep my own ideas for "what happens to this character" private, because i would really like to leave it at "there's no right answer". the main emotion i'm writing this story from is a feeling of lack of closure -- a story where nothing good happens, everyone is worse off at the end, and the main character is left all alone with her memories, wondering for the rest of her life if any of it even happened, not knowing if anything turned out okay, and having to carve out a place to live in that painful ambiguity... that being said, my hope for my own characters is that they'll have a happy ending in the audience's head.. and i feel like i can strongly picture bridget living in a big city somewhere very far away long after catherine's story ends, coming home after work to a tiny , mostly empty apartment, her own space, and thinking for the first time that she can finally breathe.

thank you so much again for your inquiry <3

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Being in love with your best friend.

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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.

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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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[serknighted]

Hey there, hello! Welcome to tumblr! Please tell me about your OC, I'd love to know about them! As much as you feel like writing down!💖

Thank you for the ask :D!

So I have... a few OCs for Fallout (This isn't even all the Fallout characters I have, just some of the ones I write about the most). The one I probably focus on the most though is the first one, on the left. His name is William S. Moore (although we'll just be calling him Moore, since that's what he prefers to go by). I might make more posts for the other three (plus the ones who don't have full references yet) in the future! But for now... I wanna talk about my little guy...

(pictured: a young Nora and Liam Moore)

William Shepard Moore, Sole Survivor of Vault 111, Sad Widowed Father of Several

(Pre-war)

Born the 9th of September of 2033, Moore's family originates from Ireland-- however, they quickly relocated to America to seek better opportunities for their only son, and so the family moves from Europe to Massachusetts. Moore always showed prowess more for history & literature than science, always being fascinated by world history, and more importantly, law. Being raised in a world with a constant fear of Communism, he sought to understand politics and the government that seemingly caused nothing but fear and panic in his family & friends. Despite how gifted he was, he was quite the trouble-maker, and his father believed that enlisting in the army would whip him into shape, just as it had done for him. Graduating at 18 in 2051, Moore decided to take his father's advice, and enlisted in the army.

His behavior was relatively clean while enlisted, and it wasn't until a war-time injury occurred two years later, with shards of grenade shrapnel made its way right near his right eye, that Moore found himself in dire trouble. While he lived and escaped the injury relatively unscathed vision-wise in the end, he was given a nasty facial scar, and the treatments and surgeries were plentiful and painful. Luckily for him, though, the nurse who took care of him most often was another soldier named Nora. When he was inevitably [honorably] discharged to rehabilitate from the injury, he promptly enrolled in college, deciding to study American Law. When he found out that Nora had enrolled in the same college as him, he jumped at the opportunity to try and befriend her, and throughout their long college years, they fell in love, and eventually got married after both got their masters in their respective fields.

Moore had a comfortable life as a lawyer; he was happy with Nora, with plenty of money to spare. Although the two of them believed they would likely never have the family they wanted due to Nora's chronic illnesses, it was discovered that Nora was pregnant with their first and only son-- a miracle baby, to say the least. Such a miracle inspired Moore to finally pursue something he had dreamed of for years, which was running for Mayor of Boston. He believed he could make the world better for his son, and he had already worked so hard on what he would do if he were to run, so he decided to run for office in 2076, just a year before the bombs fell. Although he had many supporters behind his back, his detractors were many; it had become exceptionally clear through media leaks that Moore had not been given the most mentally stable of minds, and many believed his PTSD made him entirely unfit for office; some using it as ammo to fire at his more left-leaning values. Moore was already exceptionally shy, but this treatment made him regress into his shell-- he forced upon himself a "perfect political persona," of sorts, completely repressing anything undesirable, and causing him to become more toxic in his own views of his masculinity. He would never get to see if this strategy worked, as the bombs fell before election day.

(pictured: post-war Moore)

(post-war)

Moore's story has many themes; it is him finding who he is while trying to survive the wasteland, and just as importantly, trying to find the family that he had lost so many centuries ago. The Wasteland of the Commonwealth is a ravenous, unloving beast, but while it may be cruel, there are some hidden good-sides to its chaos.

The first few months out of the vault were a kind of hell that Moore cannot even remember. He actually has no recollection of the time he spent in Diamond City or Goodneighbor, much to the dismay of Hancock. No one (including Moore) knows how he survived so long by himself, given the intense dissociative episodes from the new trauma of losing his entire family, and the Commonwealth itself being a never-ending reminder of the battlefield. The only reason he found his footing was because he had managed to accidentally stumble into Goodneighbor; the kindness of the residents to take him in and nurse him back to health while he was in his absent, half-dead state is one he can't remember, but still appreciates. Hancock was the one who paid out of pocket for the stranger to receive treatment ("no one is dyin' in my town. Not if I can help it.").

He befriends Preston Garvey afterwards, and the small group begin rebuilding what they can as they try to help Moore find his son. Moore takes quite well to the role of a leader of the Minutemen; he didn't think he would, but it makes him feel a bit better knowing he has people to back him up. It takes him many, many months to begin tracking down leads for where the Institute and his son might be, and he makes a few unlikely friends along the way... mainly the Mayor that took care of him way back when.

Moore is bad at forgetting, and hates remembering. He only travels constantly because he feels the need to be away from things that remind him of a life he no longer has. Nothing hurts more than the loss of his wife. Nora was more than the world to him; she took care of him, and he dedicated his life to her in return. Sanctuary reminded him of her, the songs on the radio about love, the giant Hubflowers that bloomed her favorite color... He hated remembering her, because he hated that he could never have her, again. His strong, fiery, extroverted wife, with a passion for ridiculous clothes, a girl who always spoke her mind.

...It sounds a little familiar, huh?

He didn't really realize this with Hancock, at first. He just thought he enjoyed the company, enjoyed not being alone... but when he did realize, it was initially so painful that he sent John home, much to the despair of seemingly both of them. So many things about their relationship was deeply painful. He had so far buried the idea of being queer, the idea of being vulnerable around someone, the idea of being himself... that he had forgotten what it was like to be happy with his life.

It takes him a while to really unpack this. To realize how much he'd accidentally fucked over his friendship with a man who had gone out of his gosh-darned way to take care of him... Just like Nora did. It's a lot to deal with the realization that you don't like the person you made, but it's a start. He realizes how much he actually cares about the people around him, the society he's helping foster... and that if he doesn't tell them now, he may never be able to, tomorrow.

While he falls in love both literally with someone and with the community he swears to protect, he finds the Institute, and his son. The son who terrorizes everything he now loves. It's hard for Moore to bear; the baby his Nora was so, so excited to love, is now telling him to his face that he cared little about the lives of his own parents. And despite how much it pains him, he can't let go. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), the world had already decided for Shaun to go, and so Moore spent his time learning about the facility around him as he watched his only flesh and blood pass.

Taking up the role of the Director, Moore is uninterested in "destroying" the Institute; there is too much good being done here to slaughter so many innocent people. He essentially tells the boards, "we cannot keep torturing the people on the surface, and if you don't discontinue these unnecessary projects my son started, I will be more forceful," and with some... helpful suggestion from the Railroad and his now much-larger Minutemen army, he successfully turns the Institute into a place of proper medical study and aid for the surface. In return, he stages a false explosion on the surface; the people of the Commonwealth now truly believe the Institute is gone, and with the boogeyman dealt with, the Institute could operate in relative peace, with the silent safety-net of the Minutemen army (given they honored their side of the deal: no more synths, more research in cultivation and medical science).

(pictured: post-story Moore)

Nowadays, Moore serves as a kind of Governor for the top-half of the Commonwealth, controlling most of the Greater Boston Area and above. He is romanced with Hancock (obviously), and spends most his time dealing with legal Government work, as well as trying to keep peace between his land and the land that the Gunners and Rust Devils claim. Although he's not perfect, he's learned what he's here for, and has found more peace and love within himself that he did not have before the war. He's also cybernetically-enhanced; thanks to an "accident" regarding laser rifles, his left eye was amputated and replaced with a prosthetic (formerly synth) eye, and he also has similar life-extension technology that Kellogg used to use. He tries to live a quieter life with his synth son Shaun and his partner John with the rest of his friends, but God knows that Plot Shenanigans love striking.

That's all the major information on Moore!! If you actually read this entire post, thank you! I appreciate it. And thank you for the ask again! I was honestly procrastinating on posting him for a while despite how much I absolutely adore him ;_; .

#fallout 4 #fo4 #original character #oc #my art #John Hancock #Preston Garvey #art #holy hell this post is so long my bad #i keep doing that lmfao... #Liam Moore (oc)

[brick-a-doodle-do]

I finally have thought bc mermay

How about something with a giant mer in an aquarium

You see tiny mer in fishbowls/tanks but how about the giant one...

MERMAY!!! i totally forgot about that. so now i gotta write for it today which was not rlly planned but ehhhh :D this is my first time writing on tumblr so let's see how it goes. also for this i'm making the titles a line from whatever song im listening to because im lazyyy

you live life above me, and i just can't get any higher

words: 846

cw: description of sharp teeth & claws? other than that it's neutral,,

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Despite his fathers’ obvious attempts to drag him along the hallway, Sapnap stayed put, with his arms crossed tightly over his torso and a grimace on his face. He was not going to the small fish, he wanted the big fish; he sees small fish all the time, so what if these are a little more human than the last?

Bad and Skeppy looked back at him, already several feet down the hallway before they realized that Sapnap’s little pitter-pattered footsteps weren’t following them.

Sapnap stayed put, against Bad’s words of encouragement and Skeppy’s already-tired-of-him gaze.

“I don’t want the small fish!” Sapnap whines.

His parent’s share a worried look.

“Sap, we think you might not like the big fish,” Bad reasons, walking to him and crouching by his side. Sapnap looks into Bad’s eyes and frowns. His brows furrow and he tries to compose his anger. Why didn’t they listen to him?

“But why not? I can handle anything, and I don’t want the stupid smaller fish,” he explains, reluctantly letting Bad undo his angry arms to hold Sapnap’s hands in his own. The touch is warming, and it cools him down almost instantly.

“We’re saying we don’t want you to be scared of them. Do you remember the sharks last year?” Skeppy adds from afar. Bad nods quickly in agreement, but it only causes Sapnap to huff, half-scoffing and half-groaning.

“I was five last year, and I liked the sharks, I never said I was scared of them. And these are real mermaids,” he tries. He doesn’t want his efforts to be lost, but that’s what it’s looking like.

Bad, after a moment of consideration and a look back at Skeppy, sighs. “We can take you, but if you get scared, you tell us, okay?”

Sapnap’s eyes light up, nodding eagerly, his raven-colored hair falling over his eyes with the motion. 

Easily, he leads the way and his parent’s follow close behind him, all the way to the end of the hall, then left into a much larger hallway with tanks that seemed  to run all around them in one big pool. Everywhere he looks there’s deeply colored and isolated waters.

Sapnap is much more at ease here, with eyes eagerly looking around the giant tunnel-like tank to try and spot a mer.

The waters seemed quiet, for a while, where Sapnap grew easily disappointed at the silence, like somehow he wasn’t worthy of seeing something. 

Bad and Skeppy talked quietly amongst themselves, and if it wasn’t for his divided attention, perhaps he would’ve heard about how supposedly aggressive these beings were.

He was halfway across the hallway before a shadow stretched over him from above, smothering him in darkness and a newfound hope. Eagerly, he looked up over him, a tail easily fivefold his size. And the top half of the mer slightly smaller but somehow the intimidation never leveling out, it was huge.

Another thing for certain was that his parents were foolishly wrong. Because as soon as the mer had come down over the side of the tank and settled in by watching the three in the tunnel, Sapnap was running to it, something of relief in him. 

“Hello!” Sapnap greets it from behind the glass, putting a hand onto the exterior of the tank. It’s cold underneath his touch, but it somehow disperses when the mer behind the glass is returning the gesture with five harsh taps against the glass tank; it’s almost like touching the mer entirely with how warm it gets.

And easily, it obscures his view to where Sapnap has to move around the hand to look at it again. Its tail was almost glowing from the deeper waters, neon-green lacing the bottom of emerald scales. His ears were a similar color, with fins flicking as Sapnap smiles at it.

It looks young, probably just a bit older than him. As it smiles at Sapnap, it bares its sharp teeth which almost glow the same green as his scales. His eyes are neon, just like everything else. And although he can’t really tell, his hair looks both blond and brunet. It’s fluffy, even from under the water as it drifts around him. 

His jaw nearly drops. It’s entrancing to watch how a creature could look so human, but so massive and alien.

The two stare at each other for a while, before the mer swims to where Sapnap stood. 

Sapnap takes a step to the left so his worldview isn’t a predator. Because even though he wasn’t scared, it was nevertheless unsettling to see sets of predatory teeth grinning at him with neon eyes to accompany him.

But, as he moves, the mer follows him.

He frowns, shaking his head while taking several steps to the left to try and keep it away.

But, almost as suspected, it follows after him.

‘Stop,’ he mouths, running in the opposite direction. 

Sure enough, the mer follows him, cutting through the water to chase after the little human who couldn’t help but smile as his new friend trailed after him.

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#brickquiries #3d brickling #3d my beloved 🤗 #mw #brickfic #drabbles #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dream smp g/t #dream smp gt #t!sapnap #g!dream #mermay #the last scene is based off of something that happened to me irl. but instead of a mer it was a cougar :D #the pacing in this is very wonky to me so i hope it's not like that while reading 🙏 #happy mermay btw!!! and thank u 3d for the prompt :3

[butterfly-lies-chase-them-away]

for the don’t stand so close to me series: the reader and bruno haven’t had the chance to do anything for a couple of weeks, and after seeing bruno with his hair tied back and shirt undone one button more than usual, she snaps and drags bruno into a supply closet and gives bruno a blowjob (maybe a sprinkle of dom!reader if you’re comfy with it)

Don’t Stand So Close To Me (18+) (Part 12)

Teacher!Bruno Madrigal x Student!Fem!Reader

Modern Day!Imagine

Non-Magic AU

Summary: Reader giving Bruno head, lol, just the request

Warnings: Swearing, Agegap, inappropriate thoughts, teacher/student (STUDENT IS OF AGE)

Word Count: 983

Italics will mostly be his direct thoughts, his imagination

Author Note: Hello everyone, I've been away for so long and I do apologise for that. I've just been super stressed out this year with just life and everything that comes with it so I've been very absent from Tumblr and writing so I'm sorry for that but I will try to write more, probably not as frequently but here and there when I can, thank you for everyone for checking in on me and being patient, I really appreciate it :))

Don't Stand So Close To Me (Masterlist) (Part 11) >(Part 12)< (Part 13)

(I do not own this gif)

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Bruno POV

Today was a rather hot day. The sun was beaming through the windows, heating up the entire room. There were no air conditioners in my class so I tried opening windows and doors to create ventilation. It was bearable but not preferable. My last class of the day was just before lunch and had my darling lover in it. I smiled at her as she walked in and made her way to her seat closer to the back. 

30 minutes in, the class began to heat up again, more than I could handle. I pushed my chair out a bit to get better access to my draw on the side of my table. I open the top drawer and pull out a hair tie I knew I had when Y/N last left one here. Pulling back the majority of my hair, I tied it up in a small ponytail to keep it out of the way of my face. Unbuttoning the cuffs of my sleeves, I folded them up, exposing my forearms to the air. 

After another 10 minutes, not even that was enough. I looked up from my desk to see everyone hard at work. Well, almost everyone. She, as usual, was staring at me, lost in thought. I chuckled to myself. 

No wonder you always need help catching up.

I looked back down at the work in front of me and unbuttoned the first two of my shirt buttons, enough not to be classified as inappropriate.

I couldn’t help but think about the last time I spent time with my darling Amor. 

At least a couple of weeks since we had some quality time together. 

I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the sounds she made when I eat her out. Every little twitch her body made at the small touches I gave her. The moments when she’d wrap her legs around my head as she would orgasm and release sweet sweet juices into my mouth. 

Fuck. 

I didn’t even have to look down to know how hard I was at that moment. 

In class too. 

It was as if someone from the heavens above heard my woes because people had already started packing up for the end of class. 

Well, time to go home and sort out my problem.

As I was halfway down the hall to leave, my name was called out. 

“Mr. Madrigal!” 

“Y/N?” 

She was jogging down the hall to me. 

“Could you come with me, quickly?” she asked, slightly out of breath. 

“Of course.”

We didn’t go that far before she pushed me through a door, into a supply closet filled with things like stationary and books.

I had no time to think about what was going on before her lips were on mine. Obviously enjoying the situation, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against my body. 

“What are you doing, don’t you have another class?” I asked as she made her way down to kiss my throat. 

“Not for another hour.”

She wasted no time ripping open my shirt, pressing hot kisses to my chest and down. 

“You looked so good in class today, I can’t stop myself,” she said, breathlessly, unbuttoning my pants.

“Your hair, your arms, your chest,” she released my cock from my underwear, “you are so perfect.” 

She licked the tip slowly, coating it in her salvia and the view alone made me almost collapse if it wasn’t for the shelf behind me for support. She moved her hand slowly along the side of my shaft, swirling her tongue around the red head of my cock. 

“Fuck!” I dropped my head back, closing my eyes. 

I felt it as she slowly pushed the rest of my cock into her mouth, coating the entire thing in her saliva. I grabbed the back of her head, not necessarily pushing it further in, just giving me something to hold onto. 

She finally released herself from my cock, pumping her hands up and down my dick while looking up at me, proud. 

“Does it feel good, sir?” she asked, already knowing the answer. 

“It feels amazing,” I whimpered.

A smirk rose up her face and she proceeded to put my cock back in her mouth. I had trouble keeping my eye open, so I let them fall close and rested my head against the wall behind me. 

I don’t know how much longer I can last.

She had obviously known I was close too because of the way I tensed up under her. I could feel the cockiness radiating off her as she bobbed her head faster. I had to bite down on my hand just so I wouldn’t scream out.

“F-fuck,” I groaned into my hand. 

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I spilt my hot cum down her throat, trying not to collapse from my weak legs. She stroked her tongue along my cock a couple more times before pulling it out. I hadn’t even noticed she had swallowed it. As she stood up, I pulled her in by the back of her head, giving her a passionate kiss. I felt her smile as she reciprocated the kiss. 

She pulled back, “well! Better get to my next class!” 

She grabbed her bag off the ground, hoisting it onto her back.

“Wait- what? B-but what about you? I can’t just leave you without!” I said pushing myself off the wall. 

She turned to smile back at me.

“You don’t need to worry about me, sir. I better get to class though, bye!” she waved before leaving the closet.

“Wai-” the door shut.

Damn.

Knowing I had no other classes for the rest of the day, I just slouched against the wall, sliding to sit on the floor. Still quite tired and out of breath, I closed my eyes and sat there for a while.  That girl is a wonder.

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Author Note: Thank you so much for reading, again sorry for the absence, I hope you enjoyed it. If you'd like to join the taglist, feel free to just leave a comment. :)

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[schizosamwincester]

Hello! Welcome my sideblog! If you want to see me post about not Supernatural, my main is @drowninginredink.

If you're not going to read this introduction, it/its please, yes I am actually schizophrenic, and beware, incest lies ahead. The rest is below the cut.

I am watching SPN for the first time and am currently on episode S1 E21. I told myself I was going to wait until I finished S2 to start this blog... and then until I finished S1... and then my queue hit 100 posts and I realized I should just start it already. That said, don't worry about spoiling me. Trust me, I've already been all over SPN tumblr. And yes, I am already headcanoning Sam as schizophrenic despite having not yet gotten to the part where he actually hallucinates. Pretty early on, I'd seen enough from the fandom to know that Sam was going to give me ~feelings~ as a schizophrenic, but Home was what sold me on it. The way he responds to the vision is exactly like my experience of delusions. It's like having blinders on. You can't think about anything else and you need to figure it all out and fix it right this minute. It's urgent and obsessive in the same way Sam was. His body language, too, was just perfect, down to just what he did with his hands. I look at Sam, especially Sam getting visions, and I see myself. So. Sam Winchester is schizophrenic. Not in some "Sam hallucinated the entire show" way (God I hate those theories) or that none of the supernatural stuff is real. Everything we see is real, but Sam's brain also pulls some shit of its own.

Fics:

Sissy - trans femme!Dean/John

I remember when your head caught flame - Sam/John, underage, first kiss

Webweaves:

Sober II/samjohn

less words/wincest

Father/deanjohn

San Cristóbal/Sam

All the posts about my pet headcanon are tagged "#schizophrenic sam winchester." Creative, I know. The occasional solely schizophrenia related posts are tagged "#schizospec education." Queue tag is #hallqueuecinations and oh boy do I have way too much stuff queued. I do tag ships so you can filter them out if you want to, but like... I am a johndean and wincest person. If you really don't want to see that, you should just leave.

A very important note, given the name of my blog: schizo is a slur. I reclaim it a lot. I was diagnosed by people who want to change the definition of schizophrenia, and so for a long time, I was explicitly told not to call myself schizophrenic. That's bullshit. My symptoms aren't quite traditional, and I am at the more mild end, but as per the current DSM? I'm schizophrenic. But because for a long time I got told "you're schizo-spec, but not schizophrenic," the word I associate myself with more than anything is schizo. I try to actually write out schizophrenic when I'm on this account, but in real life, I usually don't. But if you are not anywhere on the schizophrenia spectrum, you should not say it (unless you're tagging me). I don't want my handle to give anyone the idea that you can go around calling Sam a schizo. I can. You can't.

My purpose isn't directly to educate about schizophrenia, but I know that the general cultural perception of it misses a lot, so just by shouting about how I headcanon Sam as schizophrenic, I will accidentally teach you all things. In light of that, there will be the occasional reblog of not at all SPN related awareness posts, and my asks are always open. You all have my permission to ask rude and personal questions about it that you should not ask strangers. Schizophrenia is basically a special interest of mine at this point. I am very open about stuff, not so much because of desire to educate or what have you but just because part of my schizophrenia is having very little filter. I will say that if you ask me about the delusions I've had, you're going to get an incomplete answer because going into them too much can be triggering. Everything else is on the table, though.

My banner is from this webweave (which I made).

And once again, I am very much johndean trash, with a strong love for samjohn. I do certainly partake in my fair share of wincest as well, but really, I'm here for The Dad Ships. Point is, this blog is very much not an incest-free zone. I'd say that I'm sorry, but I'm not. You're watching The Incest Show. What do you expect? If you do not like that, block me now and move on.

Fun fact: my birthday is November 5. No wonder I eventually broke down and decided I needed to see what SPN actually was.

[poketnife69]

Hello! Can I request a candyman x reader? Where reader has an infatuation with Daniel and writes poems and makes art of him?

A different kind of Love Language

Candyman / Daniel Robitaille x gn!reader

WARNINGS: Kind of short, mentions of murder(?), and poorly written poems-

NOTE : This is my very first request on Tumblr and I'm kind of excited about the thought of actually writing fanfics for this community! But I'm also kinda nervous since I don't have any experience in writing so if there's anything I missed out on ( grammar, spelling, etc.) please let me know! And I openly take suggestions from anyone, and help myself to improve!

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Life has always been full of surprises, especially the fact that you're dating Daniel Robitaille or more likely known as "Candyman", the infamous urban legend that has been going around in Chicago for centuries, the man who had been murdered because of forbidden love, and the spirit who kills anyone who says his name five times in front of a mirror.

And by some miracle, you somehow managed to survive from getting your throat slit by his hook and winning his love at the same time, you didn't know what was it about you that made him fall for you, maybe it was because you both shared a similar interest in art and poetry.

You knew he was a man of arts considering that he used to be an artist, so you showed your love and appreciation for him through that same advantage.

Whenever you'd leave your humbled home instead of small notes you'd leave written poems on your kitchen counter for him to read later on.

To Daniel my beloved,

my love for you is unlimited,

you painted my life full of colors,

From yours truly your lover.

You are the bee to my honey,

this may sound kinda cheesy,

aou make butterflies in my tummy,

and I love you so dearly. <3

The first time I saw you,

Was just out of the blue.

But only then I knew,

My love for you is so good to be true.

They're always short but they held a deeper meaning to Daniel, the fact that you took your time into writing these sweet short poems just for him warmed his dead heart, and he would often keep those simple poems underneath his furry coat and write back to you.

To my dearest Y/N,

I promise I shall take all your pains away.

With every moment spent together,

I cherish them as if it were my final day.

I want nothing more but to spend the rest of my life with you,

Oh the things you do to me, you don't have a clue.

It's to hold you close and have your presence near me,

for all eternity.

There wasn't a day without you or Daniel leaving each other love poems, it was as if written poems were your love languages. But other than that you would often stay in the comfort of your home painting when you have no work or chores to do for the day, you had asked him if you could do a portrait of him which he happily obliged to. Daniel watched as you applied your paintbrush to the mixing palette in hand, and stroked the brush on the canvas looking back and forth between him and back to the canvas.

To be honest, you weren't the worst painter but having seen Daniel's artworks before made you motivated into improving your art skills and making sure not to leave a single detail out of the portrait. It had been hours and you had eventually finished your artwork, you were a bit surprised that Daniel hadn't left the entire time to kill some poor and helpless soul for calling him 5 times.

You stepped aside and watched him intently as he inspects the final product of your masterpiece, your anxiety washed away, and with the newfound feeling of relief as you saw a gentle smile spread across his face. "My love, this is probably one of your best masterpieces yet." he whispered as he pulls you closer to him by wrapping an arm around your shoulder, you gently placed your head on his shoulder and took in a deep breath as you felt a little more confident about your painting, "You think so?".

"I know so."

He was glad to have met someone like you, even after what happened with him and Coralina he still managed to have found someone who accepted him, loved him for who he was, and never failed to show their appreciation to him every day.

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TAGLIST :

#candyman x reader #daniel robitaille x reader #slashers x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher fluff #candyman #daniel robitaille #candyman x you

[quaranmine]

i posted in the tags about me being more deranged when last life was coming out than i am now and frankly that entire fall semester was. SO MUCH. can we talk about that

-watched third life finale on my first day back at college in the very public student center and had to pretend to be normal about it LOL -the genesis of my jimmy solidarity obsession happened roughly somewhere in here but i could not tell u when i just woke up and was deranged about him one day -last life came out (HELLO? i dont need to say anything else) -i decided to concurrently with last life watch all 116 episodes of jimmy's evo series and document it in on a spreadsheet. you know, like a normal person -MOON BIG STARTED IN NOVEMBER. i dont need to say more -martyn canonized watcher grian lore for traffic seires and i lost it -started writing htbahb -wrote like 2 last life fics, one empires fic, and one moon big fic -became deeply obsessed with empires s1 and specifically cod!jimmy -LITERALLY GRADUATED COLLEGE IN THE MIDST OF ALL THAT -was working for [redacted] the whole time on top of it, adding to my constant brain load -cannot stress enough that i never knew if i was going to have a job or not after graduation at any point in time all season so i was constantly in limbo -this was also when the tumblr twitter account decided to do a special promo post for mcyt-cats and link the account on their 1M follower account and i discovered this in the middle of class and, again, had to act normal until i was out of class

like where did i get that energy. i was so unhinged. i spent my 2 hour round trip commutes to college just dissecting last life, evo, and my personal headcanons. every one of my headcanons and ideas for htbahb came from there. any second i wasnt actively thinking about work, keeping my GPA at a 4.0, or graduating college i was thinking about either evo, empires, hermitcraft, or last life.

i dont think i can match that energy anymore LOL

#i didnt even mention martyn reading my evo/last life essays lol

[astrobei]

Hello Suni astrobei. For end of year asks, I ask you 2 and 12

hi abby strangeswift !! ok so i got a couple asks for 2 so i’m going to answer that one elsewhere so i can focus my full attention on Gushing !

12. talk about a new friend you made this year

ok i’m about to get seriously so sappy so if you don’t feel like reading through all this feel free to Leave (no hard feelings LOL)

i’m someone who has a pretty small social circle irl so i never thought i’d meet so many wonderful ppl this year, and definitely not online and definitely not because i started writing fanfiction again LOL like if u told january suni this she’d look at u like 👁👁 on a more serious note though this year was insane for me. so much changed really quickly in my life and i’m so beyond grateful that amidst all the chaos i was led to all of u guys ! literally if we’ve had even one conversation on here there’s a very high chance i’ve referred to u as a friend irl so. do with that what u will.

abby and ella (@elekinetic) and sierra (@finalgirlbyers) i want u guys to know that i treasure u all So Much. like even if our convos are sporadic or if we talk exclusively through asks ur presence on my dash brings me so much joy and i look forward to each post u make and each message and each ask and each incoherent ramble in the tags !! i don’t have Favorite Mutuals but if i did it would be u guys because it’s insane how much i light up seeing ur urls ! i hope 2023 brings so many more wonderful interactions w u guys, u rly make my mindless scrolling on tumblr 100x more fun

yvie @nnilkyway HELLO i am so so beyond grateful i met them this year ! what a strange stroke of luck too bc i was so obsessed w their art before we met and hearing him say he was a big fan of my work was like. mind boggling. anyways yvie is literally one of the funniest people i have ever met in my life oh my god it’s so rare for me to find people whose sense of humor just Clicks with mine but like. four messages in and we were sending each other memes and becoming best friends and it was fantastic! i have never once felt weird or intimidated talking to them which is crazy for me, a person who feels weird and intimidated a Lot, and also need i reiterate his INSANE TALENT !! like holy shit ! my go to person for talking about gf mike wheeler or mitski or literally just anything and everything. yvie if you’re reading this i am putting u in my pocket and holding u so close. mwah. also we are married, btw. if anyone cares.

haven @bookinit02 OK. you all have heard me gush about haven a million and one times on this blog and i’m sure you’ve seen her gush about me because she’s (rightfully) obsessed with me (/j. kind of) but haven was the first friend i ever made in the byler community which is so so beyond insane to me. i fell in love with her writing so instantaneously and you guys should’ve been there to see my reaction when i saw her leave her first comment on my fic. literally screamed it was so embarrassing 😭 we talked exclusively through ao3 comments for a while because she’d yell every time i updated ihcisc and i’d yell every time she updated her season 2 rewrite and then one day she dm’d me asking me to make a twt to add me to a byler gc and the rest was History. anyways haven is one of the most talented most creative people i’ve ever met BUT she’s also one of the sweetest and most compassionate people on the face of this planet and deserves nothing but good things always ! she’s one of those people that i need to talk to every day or i’ll go insane and i love how our convos can speedrun the entire human spectrum of emotions within like. 5 minutes. she’s so incredibly supportive and my #1 hype girl and she has the freaky ability to entirely turn my mood around on a bad day in less than 20 seconds. she literally managed to sleuth around and find my venmo just to send me soup money. if i could buy her Everything then i literally would. i would eat cilantro for her. i would watch the mlvn makeout scene for her. i would get my socks wet for her. literally i would do anything for her and i can’t wait until i see her in june and i chase her in circles around the airport and then we kiss👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽 and we Hug so tight and platonically 🫂

thea @wiseatom u already know. i tell her every day that i would do literally anything she asked of me and it’s true! literally 2 minutes ago she said “suni u should dye ur hair green” and for a moment i seriously considered it. anyways thea is objectively the funniest fucking person i have ever met in my life and is also my twin. if my twin were blond and taller and also a different age. in all seriousness though thea feels like the world’s most insane older sister to me and as an Actual older sister i’m really loving the feral little sibling treatment. she’s so insane easy to talk to (probably bc our brains work in the exact same way) and Oozes talent from literally every single cell in her body. she sends me a snippet of her work and i spend the next 10 minutes rolling on the floor trying not to SCREAM. there are so few people who can make me laugh as much as she does but also turn me into a blubbering mess of a baby with her Evil Cruel Prose 2 seconds later but thea wiseatom has been put on this planet to achieve the impossible. i have rarely felt so seen as i do when i talk to her, whether it’s for advice or Wallowing or complaining about our disproportionately large heads together, she is so kind and supportive and one of my favorite people Ever. i can’t believe the universe put her 3000 miles away from me because i Need to be a menace to her in person but we’ll make it work. every day i say goodnight to her at 8 pm my time and then say good morning to her at 2 am my time and then i go to bed <3 thea if you’re reading this (and u better be. i tagged u) i hope u know that u are the light of my life and i am packing my bindle as we speak to begin the cross country trek. mwah.

@andiwriteordie ANDI ! i miss talking to u every day but u are so busy with ur big girl job and cranking out quality fics at light speed so i’ll give u a pass 😔 andi is literally a legend in the byler fic community so when i found out she Knew Who I Was,,, i died. i literally died. even when we haven’t talked in a while i love how we can pick up a convo like nothing has changed or send posts that remind us of each other or go crazy apeshit in each others tags like there’s no tomorrow !! andi is so so inspirational to me, she is so kind and creative and full of positivity (even if her writing is mean and full of Sadness and Misery. still haven’t forgiven u for descent, btw) she feels like my other older sister and she has such an insane way with words that i will never understand ! thank u for singlehandedly keeping byler tumblr going, i hope 2023 is so kind to u and u get ultra promoted and have so much fun at the eras tour like u deserve <3

moon aka @smoosnoom omg ok not only is moon so crazy talented but she is such! a sweet person! back when i started writing for byler she was such an enigma to me, an ao3 user and a total Mystery, so i never expected us to actually talk and now! here we are! she is so uplifting and supportive and i’ve loved getting to know her over the past few months, whether it’s bonding over our shared hatred (affectionate. mostly) of finn wolfhard or bawling our eyes out to everything everywhere (oh my god.) seeing her comment on my first fic literally made my heart stop dead in my chest. she has such a gift for making everyone feel so immediately accepted and welcome in any space, and i will spend the rest of my life stewing in anger that she’s taller than me. that feels extremely, unfathomably illegal. anyway moon if ur reading this (and u also better be! bc i tagged u!!) i hope the new year is so good to u <3 mwah ily

#ok this was so long . #now that i’ve Gushed #i can continue to the other asks in my inbox. oops #anyways i love my friends so much if u couodnt tell #so full of Love and Good Feelings today #thanks for this ask abby i bet u are regretting it now LOL #/ask