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cinnamonest · 10 months ago

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I've been thinking more about promiscuous darlings which led me to the idea of prostitute!darling, and I was thinking about that like in that event a while back where Paimon says Kaveh seems like “the kind of guy that would be easy to take advantage of” and it got me thinking how quickly and readily he would fall in love with a prostitute… literally lured and baited as easily as a fish to a hook.

He doesn't like the thought of what he's doing, initially. He's never been the sort of person who associates with morally questionable things — he’s heard that a lot of those girls don't really want to be doing it, they just need money, so participating would be taking advantage of them, wouldn't it? He couldn't do something so awful.

But he's got a lot of pent up frustration. His work is hard, he's not in a good place financially, he's stressed, pent up, and has no outlet for release. And even if he strives to be a good person, he's still a guy, still has urges that, when gone unmet, only contribute to that frustration.

In hindsight, he feels like something possessed him. Couldn't say exactly what caused him to take a course of action so far removed from what he would have thought was his personal character.

It's just a particularly bad day, after particularly disagreeable clients spent a particularly long time endlessly getting in his face and complaining and snapping at him, he worked particularly late and is particularly frustrated and seething and wallowing as he sulks home so late at night, and he's particularly irritated because some construction going on forces him to take a different route home, and—

You just so happen to call out to him. And when he turns his head, he immediately stiffens up.

So pretty. You have that specific body type he’s always found most alluring, always pictured in his head when he would lay in bed and jerk off all day after classes. And he can certainly tell, because those outfits you girls on this part of the street wear certainly leave very little to the imagination. So much skin, he can see your entire leg, from the hip down to the ankles and all the curving along the way, he can see most of your tits too, cleavage spilling out from the top. It's immediately captivating. If he was thinking straight, he would suppose that's kind of the point, but he's too lost in the sudden burst of stimulation to his eyes to think about much at all.

You have such a nice smile, such a sweet voice. And now that you have his attention, you put on that whimsical feminine charm, shift your weight from one foot to the other, hips swaying all playfully, and he has to ask you to repeat what you said because he didn't hear you the first time, he was too distracted, and it feels so embarrassing to say that, but you just giggle — it's so cute — and repeat your question — if he wants to come inside.

He swallows, stumbles over his words at the prospect, you're being very forward — oh, wait, you probably mean come inside the building. Oh… that makes more sense, at this stage in the process. Whoops…

But that isn't much better. He's still red in the face and hesitates, all uh, ah, I, um, I just…

Yes, he isn't sure exactly what possesses him. It’s not something he would ever do on his own, surely. It feels more like the word comes out of his mouth on its own.

Sure.

The following events seem almost surreal, in hindsight. He can't remember what you even talked about, some empty meaningless conversation about what he does for a living or if he's been around this area before, some placeholder of a conversation that he knows full well is merely a courtesy to make it all feel a little more natural, empty words that are mutually understood to be just a buffer to prevent awkwardness as you walk up the stairs, to fill the short span of time before you get to the point.

He remembers said point a lot better. Long after it's over, he can remember the feeling of your mouth on his, and the way you pulled on the back of his neck to pull him on top of you, the rush of euphoric chemicals to the brain the moment you pulled just one little button undone and the whole thing you're wearing comes falling off, the visual of your body (he’s never actually seen a girl naked in real life before, it’s so captivating, the anatomy textbooks don’t do it justice), and the way your tits bounce with the movements and the way they feel in his mouth and the image of his cock driving into you over and over (no one ever told him it feels so warm and wet, so good, has he really been missing out on this all this time?) and the sounds you made are practically permanently burned into his brain.

So much so, he keeps thinking about it for days on end. He felt kind of sad when he left, but he knows that he only paid for a limited time slot, so it would be unfair to ask to stay any longer, but the way you smiled and waved and told him you hoped to see him again — still naked, body pressed up against the doorframe, the way your chest shifted when you waved — made him feel so warm, made his heart beat fast all over again.

It's all so distracting. He works at a much slower pace than usual, the following days, keeps getting distracted by the lingering visuals in his head and the way he keeps getting hard whenever he thinks about it, and not to mention the guilt.

Yes, as euphoric as it was, he feels terrible. Like he's done something wrong. Swears to himself that he'll forget about it and never do it again, that it was a one-time thing.

But he begins to rationalize it to himself.

Sure, you do it because you need money, but that means that if no one participated in the exchange, then you wouldn't make any money at all, and that would be worse, right? Besides, everyone knows some of those guys that engage in this sort of thing are terrible, mean people — but he's not, he's a really nice guy! So by seeing you, by being the one to buy your time, he's protecting you from potentially having to do it with really bad men. So, when you think about it, he's actually doing something really good.

And it improves his life, too. The next day, he finds that the nagging clients don't really get under his skin at all. Sure, they're complaining and being mean to him, but he's not really paying attention, it all feels far away, like it's not even real. He just feels full of this warm, fuzzy feeling, total bliss, like floating, without a care in the world. He isn't stressed, isn't worried. He even thinks to himself that, you know what, that task or that work can wait until tomorrow, no rush, and if someone gets mad about it, too bad.

He ends up just laying in bed, grinning like an idiot, basking in the euphoric high that lasts him several days on end.

…Except then, it fades away.

Soon he's back to the stress, constant state of being overwhelmed, the little things start to upset him again, and he actually feels more miserable than he did before, now that he has such a good feeling to compare to.

You said you hope he comes back, didn’t you? And he’s pretty sure he stuttered out an o-oh, okay, so now he’s obligated.

Thus, soon enough, he's back.

It's not like he's intentionally seeking you out. He just felt like walking home a different way today, is all, which just so happens to be the route that took him by you last time, and he has no intention of seeing you, it just so happens to be the case that you are standing around outside and you do happen to see him and you choose to call out to him (by his name!! You remember him!!), you're smiling and have such a sweet voice, you clearly want him to come in (do you like him? You wouldn't be smiling if you didn't, right?) and it would be mean of him to reject you, wouldn't it?

Yes, you're clearly happy. You smile all over again. He's not doing anything wrong, it's only wrong if the girl doesn't like doing it. He would never taken advantage of one of those vulnerable girls that's forcing herself to do it for money. But you're not like that, so it's okay.

Which is how he ends up back there a third time. Because it's okay, and it makes you happy, and it makes him very happy, so it's all okay.

And besides, what you two have is different. It's not like the normal cases, where the girl is just in it for money and doesn't want the guy at all. You clearly enjoyed your time with him. Probably a welcome relief from all the gross old guys you have to see.

And it's different because it's not just sex. Normally, with this sort of thing, it's cold and impersonal, isn't it?

But you smile so sweet and run your fingers through his hair, and cradle his head in your arms and pull him close and coo and fuss and run your fingers down his back. And since he intends to pay for the entire night this time, you get to just lay there together, and you're so warm and soft and you smile and giggle as he talks, so pretty, so nice to him, your skin is so good to touch, you smell so nice.

And the sex itself is different too — you like it, genuinely, he can tell, you make such nice sounds and lewd faces and look directly into his eyes and pull his head forward to kiss him (he one heard someone say that prostitutes never kiss clients, so if you do that it must mean he's different), and you hold him so close and tighten up around him and it feels so so so so good, and the way you quiver and the sounds get louder and you squeal and spasm and it's so so SO good, too good, it feels so passionate that it has to be real.

Yes, it is real. It's not just acting. He can feel the slick wetness all over his hips from you, that means it's real. And you don't even mind when he gets a bit lost in the feeling, starts to really let all the pent-up irritation out, gets rougher and harder and holds you by your throat. He feels so terrible after he cums and realizes what he was doing, keeps sputtering out apologies over and over, but you smile and wave your hand and say it's more than fine, giggle and kiss his forehead, say you wouldn't expect it from such a sweet boy like him, but you like it. If you're fine with it, if you like it, then you're not scared he might actually hurt you. You must really trust him, then.

The downside is that now, work feels so miserable. He keeps thinking about how much he wants to go back to you. Each project feels like torture — why is he here, negotiating with these disagreeable people, slaving away all night, when he could be balls deep in you again, hear your voice, feel your touch?

And he starts to get so irritated and frustrated again, and he finds that this time around, he doesn't have to sit there and let the frustration hit a peak before deciding to do something, he doesn't have to rationalize it for hours on end just to allow himself to give into the urge — the moment the frustration rises, his mind immediately settled on the decision. He has to go see you. You'll make everything better.

Except now, he realizes as he reaches into his drawers, there's a different problem.

…He has no money left.

That means he can't see you. He spent all his savings on you last time.

It makes him feel sick. This can't be happening. What is he supposed to do? He can't just go back to dealing with the frustration all the time! Now that he knows what it's like to be so happy, he can't go without it. He needs it.

It's not just the sex itself, he's not some kind of degenerate, he wants to see you! That's wholesome and good, isn't it? So it’s not like he’s some sort of pervert addicted to sex itself, he’s addicted to you.

And besides, if he isn't there for you, you'll have to deal with other men, and most guys who see prostitutes are bad guys, right? What if one of them hurts you? What if you're expecting him to come, and then you'll feel hurt and sad if he doesn't? You'll be disappointed. He can't let that happen.

So where is he supposed to get money from…?

Well. He has a few means, as he starts to brainstorm a bit. Right, there is a small stash of emergency money he had put away at the bottom of another drawer, that he was saving for a situation where he needed it, but put it away so he wouldn't be tempted to spend it on something unnecessary.

But this isn't like that. It is necessary, for him to continue functioning properly. And for you to have the money to get by! Not only is he guaranteeing your safety for the night, but what if you didn't get anyone if he didn't come? Well, it's unlikely no one would come, but still, you might not make enough money, and what happens then? Don't those guys that own the brothels get really mean to the girls that don't make enough? He can't have that happen. So, this situation absolutely justifies the use of the emergency stash. It's enough to give him another three nights or so. He can just use enough money for one visit, and then by the time he needs another one, he'll have brought in some new money.

No, no, you know what? You need it more than he does. He just gives it all to you at once, and to be honest, it does make his heart skip a beat when your eyes widen in shock. This way, he can reserve the next three nights in a row, right? He originally intended to space them out a bit, but, no, he’s already here, and he’s really needy right now, he’ll just do three nights in a row and figure out how to get more later. He'll just pay upfront. You're so happy. It makes him feel good.

And then, as the night goes on, when you're laying there all curled up together talking about all sorts of things, he off-handedly mentions that you wear that dress of yours all the time, he's never seen you without it, is it your favorite?

And then you get this sheepish look on your face, give an awkward laugh, say that well, you don't really have any other clothes, you sold them all to get by before you ended up here, and you give so much back to the owners that you just don't have enough to get any more…

That's so sad. Poor thing. You can't just not have enough clothes… well, he only has a few things he changes back and forth himself, but girls are really into clothes and stuff, aren't they? You deserve to have nice things, it's sad that you don't get to. He keeps it in mind, says he promises he'll get you something. You say he doesn’t have to. You’re so sweet and considerate. That just makes him want to help you even more.

So when his next project is complete and he gets the payout for it, sure, he only needs about half of it to pay you for one or two nights each week for the next month, and he could get you something cheap and still have a little left over for rent, but… you deserve nice stuff. And the nice stuff would make you so much happier, too, it would earn him favor from you… besides, he has another project he'll finish soon, he can just pay late rent using that.

So he can get the nice stuff. Besides, even shopping exclusively for higher-end stuff, it's still a bit cheaper to buy the super revealing clothes, since they use less fabric. Not that he's a pervert or anything, it's just that you need clothes like that for your job, don't you? It's part of how you lure guys in. The fact that you'll look really nice in it to him is just a side bonus, it's really for your sake.

…Which, actually, does make him feel a bit sick to his stomach. He's getting you clothes that you'll use to hook other guys who aren't him. But, no, he's a mature person, he can't… let himself get upset about something like that… it’s not your fault… he'll just choose to not think about it.

He can distract himself with how happy you are. Your eyes light up and you smile so big and you stand on your toes to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his face all over. You're happy. You're really, really happy, because of him, he made you happy, his heart is beating so fast, and when you put them on it shows off even more than he thought it would, you can almost see everything, it just barely covers the bare minimum and you seem to really like that, you pull him close and reach a leg up behind him and pull his hips forward and the rest of the night is a hazy blur of lust and euphoria, you're so happy, and he's happy too.

It feels so good. He's been missing out on this all these years. It's the best feeling of anything in the world. He's so, so happy.

He's so happy that people in his life start to comment on it. They ask if something good happened, they say they're glad he seems less stressed. He just shrugs it off, says he's just been feeling better recently, or makes something up about a different change in habits.

And sure, he has to tell Alhaitham that he won't have rent just this one time, it's just that something came up, although he won't specify what it is, but he makes it sound important — not dishonestly, because it is important, it's just that he knows that the first assumption one would make would he something a bit… more important, but if that assumption is made, that's not his fault.

Nonetheless, he's soon out of money again. Gets hit with the same wave of panic. He's got a routine now, a habit, he's dependent on you for his stress. He needs it. If he doesn't get what he needs, how is he supposed to go on? How is he supposed to function? He can't just use his hand anymore, it's not enough, it doesn't have the same effect. And he can't just beg you to sleep with him anyway, he knows you need money, he would never put you in that situation, it would be unfair to you, he's a better man than that. He has to pay you somehow.

He has some things he doesn't need. Tools he hasn't used in ages. Some stuff he hasn't worn or needed in a long time. He can sell a few things.

And, you know what, this client has been really mean to him anyway, so if he cuts a few corners to get paid a bit earlier, it's no big deal, the guy doesn't deserve his best work anyway. It’s a mentality he normally would never take, but… this is different. This is a unique situation that calls for such measures.

And he's taken out loans before from the bank, usually for projects, and he usually pays it back, so they undoubtedly assume it's just another case of that, so he'll take out a decently sized loan… of course, he may need more money for more upcoming projects, and then they won't give him a new loan until he pays back the old one, but… well, he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

And normally, he would never, ever, ever do something bad, he's a person who prides himself on his moral values, but it's not like he's doing something bad in this case, its just pure coincidence that he happens to find some guy’s wallet dropped on the ground. It just so happens to have a lot of money in it. And he returns the wallet itself into the nearest law enforcement, he gives the object itself and all the IDs and such back. He's sure the rightful owner would pay him for the good deed anyway. And when you think about it, the fact that this would happen to him just when he needed it, it's probably some kind of divine grace that this happened, and who is he to deny what the higher powers gift him with?

He can keep making it work. And he can keep buying out larger and larger blocks of your time, to ensure no one else gets to you — after that one time he arrived to find out you were already occupied for the time being, it practically made his blood boil, made him feel so sick he walked home and couldn't get the images out of his mind of you with someone else, he can't let that happen again, it would kill him inside.

Likewise, he has to get a bit more earnings, take on some more jobs, sacrifice some more sleep because you keep hinting at certain things you want, and if he doesn't buy them for you, who will? It's all stuff you need anyway — well, stuff you need for your job, all the fancy jewelry and perfumes and clothes and stuff. And he gets benefits, too — your love and favor, you take initiative more, you ride him and kiss him more and let him do all sorts of filthy things you don't let anyone else do (he knows because you told him so), you even let him stop wearing protection when he sleeps with you, and it's so much better, it's completely different, he can't go back to the old way, having to be deprived of that warm, wet heat would be utterly miserable. You even give him a night or two for free, because you like him so much, tell him it should be a secret just between you two, okay? Of course, you can't do it all for free, so he has to come back again soon, but you know, this way, he'll stay incentivized, which is good — because you want him to come back because you like him, not for money, no, never that.

You tell him he's your favorite. You say that he makes you happy. You say you would be heartbroken if he ever stopped coming. You say that you need him.

You say that you love him.

He feels like he's going to die of happiness right there on the spot.

You mention that if someone just paid off your price to the owner (said buying price is whatever the owner decides), plus the debt you accumulate from staying here (it's well known that those fees are how they trap these poor girls into endless servitude), then you would be free — that if someone just pays for you, you could be free to do what you want, that you could sleep with him every day, you could even get married.

So he has to do it. He feels bad about the concept of buying a human being, but, his situation is different, because he's a good guy and loves you. Besides, the sooner he does, then the sooner you'll never have sex with anyone but him ever again. He's saving you, really.

And if he doesn't, what if someone else does? What if someone else took you away from him? He can't even imagine it. The very notion makes him feel nauseous, panicked, distraught. He can't let that happen.

It's not unfeasible. If he really budgets well, saves just a little at a time, he can get you out in no time. Just a year or so. He'll start saving.

And sure, he hasn't paid rent in a while now, and he gets these questions of where his money is going, why he's leaving late at night when he never did that before, all these pesky questions he shouldn't have to answer, because it's none of your business, as he mutters in response. He's just got too much going on right now, and strapped for cash, he'll pay it back eventually, that's what matters.

…Which also makes him realize that, even if he does buy you, you'll have to just come live here with him, and how is he supposed to explain that to Alhaitham… he can just say he got a girlfriend, right? Still, people might recognize you, he'd find out eventually, and then he'd probably realize all the missed rent payments were actually going to him getting laid, and that's… not good… he just wouldn't understand, he's totally lacking in any understanding of romanticism or love… such unfeeling pragmatists are so annoying to deal with… he'll just have to deal with that when it happens…

Except it does end up happening sooner than later. Someone or another (some jerk who can't keep their mouth shut, he'll find out eventually), must have seen him around at night, going to you, and that same person must have reported on him (like a grade school tattletale crying to a teacher, hmph!) and that's how he eventually gets confronted, point blank (absolutely no sense of tact or appropriateness!), one night as he’s trying to leave to go see you, but finds the other blocking the door.

Are you blowing your money on a whore?

Of course, before addressing the matter directly, it's important to point out that it is rude to call women terms like that, they are prostitutes and they deserve to be respected as much as anyone else—

So you are.

Which starts off a much bigger, longer, more heated argument, in which he tries to explain that no he’s not dodging the question and that it is not prostitution, you two are in a relationship, you just so happen to also be a prostitute, but he's trying to help you change that— hey, what's with the sighing like that and rubbing the bridge of his nose like he's exasperated? It's true! You even said you love him!

Okay, yes, maybe it's true that they all say that, but in this case, you mean it, you're different, he wouldn't get it.

And sure, the whole thing is probably surprising from him of all people— what do you mean it's not that surprising? What's that supposed to mean? What— who are you calling an “ideal target”?! That's so mean! You—

And despite his best efforts, there is no point in trying to use reason with someone so cold and devoid of capacity to understand love. It's futile. How pessimistic, so annoying. Besides, he's implying you're a bad person, and he can't stand for that. No, you're not using him, how could he say that?

Eventually it becomes very clear that the conversation is going nowhere, it's very much like talking to a brick wall, someone who just refuses to even try and understand what you two have. No matter. Fine, fine, he'll focus on paying back rent first, but then he's going to buy you, and then he'll see firsthand how loving you are (and surely will not charge him extra for another person living in the house, as he was just threatened with)… he'll see. Eventually.

#baby boy...#.kv

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gojoethereal · 9 days ago

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01 | Say It When You Mean It

pairing: fem!reader x gojo.

contents: mutual pining, emotionally constipated!gojo, soft angst, slow burn, jealous!gojo (but he’d never admit it), unresolved tension, touches that linger, love in the little things, found family dynamics, reader is a jujutsu sorcerer, reader has a backbone, flirty banter, deep-rooted feelings, late-night rooftop talks, lowkey possessive!gojo, protective instincts

wc. 1,080 words

Summary- After years away in Kyoto, you're back at Tokyo Jujutsu High—not as a student, but as a teacher. You return to familiar faces, new students, and old wounds you thought you'd left behind. You and Satoru Gojo were never just friends—but never anything more, either. Now that you're back, he's learning that silence has consequences, and you're not sure you have the patience for "almost" anymore. A story about timing, second chances, and the things we never say—until it’s almost too late.

series masterlist. /next

The first time you left Tokyo Jujutsu High, it wasn’t on bad terms. Not exactly.

You told yourself it was for the mission. For Kyoto. For the structure, the distance, the clarity. And maybe that was half true. But the other half—the one you buried so deep even Shoko couldn’t tease it out over late-night drinks—was Satoru.

You needed space from the man who could stop time and still make your heart race.

But now, years later, you were back. Not as a student. Not as a visitor. But as a teacher, per Yaga’s quiet, unexpected request.

"Fushiguro will be happy," he said. "He's always preferred your approach to Satoru’s chaos."

You had smiled politely, nodded your agreement. But part of you couldn’t stop wondering if he would be happy to see you too.

The school grounds hadn’t changed much.

Still the same tall gates, the creak in the floorboards of the eastern wing, the faint hum of cursed energy that always pulsed beneath the surface.

You stood near the training field, waiting for introductions, when you heard footsteps and—

"Hey! Who’s the new—oh wait, she’s hot."

You turned, catching the sight of a pink-haired boy skidding to a halt next to a girl with a sharp smile and smarter eyes.

"I’m Itadori Yuji!" the boy said, all teeth and sunshine. "Are you our new teacher? Please tell me you’re cooler than Gojo-sensei."

“I’m Kugisaki Nobara,” the girl added, flipping her hair with a dramatic toss. “And yeah, seriously. If you don’t make us fight curses blindfolded, I’ll consider it an upgrade.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Nice to meet you both. And don’t worry—I’m not Gojo.”

"Thank God," Nobara muttered.

A third voice cut in smoothly. “I told them you were cool.”

Megumi.

He stood a few paces behind them, arms crossed but clearly more relaxed than usual. “Glad you’re back.”

You gave him a small smile. “Glad someone missed me.”

“That makes two of us.”

And just like that, your heart skipped.

You didn’t need to turn to know whose voice that was.

Gojo Satoru was exactly as you remembered—and yet, not quite. The same cocky grin, the same impossibly tall frame. But his sunglasses were off, hanging loosely in his hand, and his eyes… there was something tired in them. Something real.

“Satoru,” you said, carefully neutral.

He walked over, all confidence, but his gaze flicked over you like he was checking to make sure you were real. That you hadn’t left again.

“You look good,” he said. “Kyoto didn’t ruin you after all.”

“And you still talk too much.”

He laughed, but it was softer than it used to be.

Nobara and Yuji exchanged glances.

“Wait—you two know each other?” Yuji asked.

“Old friends,” Gojo said, but the way he said it made the word friend sound like a lie. Or worse, a placeholder.

“Very old,” you added, gaze locking with his. And lingering.

Later that evening, after the students had gone back inside and the sky shifted into a muted violet, you found yourself on the old balcony outside the teacher’s wing. You hadn’t meant to end up there—but your feet had led you, the way they always did when your heart needed air.

A quiet step behind you.

“I figured you’d be up here,” Gojo said. “Some things don’t change.”

You smiled to yourself. “Some things shouldn’t.”

He stood beside you, close enough that you felt the heat of him. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The wind whispered between you. The weight of everything unsaid pressed heavy against your ribs.

"You ran off to Kyoto," he said finally, low and careful. "Never really told me why."

You looked at him. Really looked.

"I think you knew," you said.

He didn’t deny it.

His hand was resting on the railing next to yours, knuckles brushing.

“If I told you I missed you,” he said, voice barely above a whisper, “would you believe me?”

You turned toward him slowly, eyes searching his.

“I’d believe it,” you murmured. “But I’d wonder why it took you this long to say it.”

Another pause.

Then—he leaned in.

Not enough to cross the line. But enough that his breath touched your cheek, that you felt the question unspoken in every inch between you.

“I’m trying,” he whispered, “to do it right this time.”

You closed your eyes, just for a second.

Then pulled away.

Not far. Just enough.

“Then don’t rush it,” you said. “Don’t say it until you mean it.”

And with that, you left him standing in the soft dusk, alone with every word he still hadn’t said.

divider found here

authors note: first time doing a series so kinda nervous but pls comments help and tell me honest opinions or if you want me to add anything!!!🍒 tysmm

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #x reader #gojo satoru x you #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jjk x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jjk megumi #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #jjk au

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girliism · 8 months ago

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because we're feeling angsty:

i'm obsessed with the idea of childhood-best-friends-to-lovers with patrick.

you've been in love with patrick for years, thinking he would never ever feel the same way about you as you do about him. but! BUT! he does! you're just completely oblivious and refuse to believe he'd ever see you as more than a friend, especially since he's always got some girl on his arm.

thinking about the mutual longing and pining that takes place SIGH i live for it

like you’re so different from the girls he dates and in your mind there’s no way he’d ever wanna date you. you’re so caught up in your own pining that you would miss the way patrick’s gaze liked to linger on your lips or how his constant need to hold your hand was because he liked how your smaller hand fit perfectly with his bigger one.

and patrick only dates all these girls as placeholders for you. these girls weren’t stupid, they saw what you and patrick didn’t. they all hated when patrick would suggest bringing you along on what was supposed to be their date cause then they’d have to sit through the not obvious obvious flirting. “here, you look cold.” patrick removed the cover that was covering him and his girlfriend to place in on you throwing his arm around your shoulders. you blushed red mumbling a thank you. patrick’s then girlfriend rolled eyes at the interaction making up some excuse to leave. you and patrick stayed watching the movie on his couch, both your bare thighs brushing against each other cause sped up heart beats and pink cheeks from the both of you.

every time he’d break up with one there was apart of you that thought maybe just maybe he’d settle down with you, but then he’d introduce you to his new girl of the week and you’d have to pretend not to be completely crushed

#girliism #challengers #patrick zweig #patrick zweig x reader

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bleachbleachbleach · 2 months ago

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Get to know your mutuals!

I was tagged by @bendingwind! Thank you for the tag! I’ll answer here, since Bleach is the fandom we share.

I would love for anyone who sees this to respond to these questions if they want. I love reading them, so if you tag me I will happily read yours!

What's the origin of your blog title? It’s a blog about Bleach, Bleach, and Bleach. It was meant to be a placeholder while we built the blog but we never changed it. For my personal, whipplefilter is Lightning McQueen’s codename in Cars 3 when he goes to race at a local short track incognito. Seemed Tumblr appropriate!

OTP(s) + Shipname: I’ve never been shipping forward in my fandoms, but I primarily read RenRuki and HitsuHina, because I love all those characters and also their relationships. I’m also extremely invested in Hisagi/Akon, and would enjoy kind of doomed, not-actually-that-OTP-but-extremely-interesting-and-intense Matsumoto/Ichimaru and Yoruichi/Soi Fon. Also whatever Kira and Rose have got going on. Kira/Hinamori UST. The general vibe of every single VC having had some kind of thing with every other VC at some point (Yumichika and Ikkaku can come, too). I assume that at least once a quarter there’s a SWA meeting that ends up being orgy lite.

Beyond Bleach, my official “OTP” is probably Rico and Vanessa from Six Feet Under—both when they are soooo married, and also when they are soooo divorced. My babies. <333 I also cry about David and Patrick’s wedding every time I watch Schitt’s Creek. LITERALLY EVERY TIME.

Favorite color: Red, though I mostly wear greens/purples.

Favorite game: Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Seasons or Fire Emblem 7

Song stuck in your head: N/A

Hobbies: Writing fanfic, dirtbag roadtrips, being bad at bicycling, spectating motorsports

If you work, what's your profession? I teach (apparently) “illegal” things.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? This one, but at least 20 fewer hours per week and with fewer existential threats at the personal, institutional, disciplinary, and general societal levels.

Something you're good at: I can spreadsheet the shit out of anything! Binders full of spreadsheets!

Something you're bad at: Knowing how to people in that big middle space between your ride-or-die and people you only need to know casually.

Something you love: Snow. We’re in a weather pattern right now where everyone is happy it’s warmer and I’m sad because I hate freeze/thaw and I am preemptively missing the snow. I want more big storms. I want to have more free time so I could have spent more of it in the snow.

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: I only like talking about things when it seems like whoever I’m talking to is interested.

Something you hate: When things that should really, actually be meetings are written out in emails. Late on a Friday. :E

Something you collect: Nothing actively, but I have a collection of rubber ducks; and I have a good many very nice, tiny diecast cars. I also gravitate towards Weird Fish things and Poorly Rendered Animal knicknacks. (I have a lopsided stone bovine of some kind I bought in…. I wanna say Swaziland (now Eswatini). And when I showed it to someone, they said, ‘You bought that…on purpose?” I LOVE HIM.)

Something you forget: My exact age. I have to do the math every time I need this info. How do people just know this??

What's your love language? I like sending people handwritten letters.

Favorite movie/show: Movies and shows are different things! My favorite movie is Pixar's Cars. All my favorite TV is from the early/mid-00s.

Favorite food: Salmon, maybe

Favorite animal: Shark (epaulette, leopard, and salmon sharks are all top tier)

What were you like as a child? I am happier with who I am now, I’ll say that.

Favorite subject at school? I have fond memories of many subjects. Not Newtonian physics or algebra (electricity and magnetism is okay, though, and I liked calculus).

Least favorite subject: Whoops, pre-empted this one!

What's your best character trait? I’m there until the curtain falls.

What's your worst character trait? I’m conflict-avoidant and find it very difficult to engage conflict as a productive, relationship-strengthening experience.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? This feels like one of those questions that a genie asks you and you spend the rest of your life regretting your response, but honestly, there’s a man who wants to burn me to the ground and I really wish he didn’t. That sounds really dramatic but I’m not sure how else to concisely describe him, and I really hate this for me.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? This wouldn’t require time travel, really, but I really want to ask Ludacris if he is aware of how he sounds in the Japanese dub of The Fast and the Furious (any movie past 2Fast), and what his take is on that... whole situation!

#meme #no brain not bleach

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ashbpagain · 4 months ago

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✨ Hi again ✨

My old blog has been flagged, so here I am again. All my uncensored/longer vids will be on my twitter (it's free, I just enjoy being a slvt online). Check rb and my #, cause I might censor a lot and use placeholders (i added some, it's usually memes but you'll know it's to hide something more interesting 🤭). I'll be kinkier here but all the visual content will be better on the bad blue app.

This is a nsfw blog, don't follow/interact if you're a minor (I WILL check if you have your age in bio/intro and block if needed). I'm a trans dude, if you're not into men you won't be into me.

it's gonna be a long post and I might edit this every now and then so check it out sometimes

If you have any more questions, my dm/asks are open ! I love attention !! Dm are easier with mutuals, but I try to answer to everybody

👋 Me and this blog 👋

- Ash (or whatever you want as long as it's masc/neutral, we'll see what I like)

-24 yo

- Pan, switch (very 50/50), poly (taken, not looking for more romantic relationships)

- Bratty obediant sub / sadistic soft dom

- He/him

- almost always horny and high

- French, but doing my best in english

- been on T for a year, top surgery coming soon

- horny long posts (storytime or daydreaming) will be under #ashbp.txt

- pics/vids will be under #ashbp.png

- asks will be under #ashbp.ask

- I'm using the queue a lot, so I'm not always here BUT I come very often check to answer asks/dm

😈 My kinks 😈

(works as a sub and as a dom tbh)

- teasing/edging/overstimulation

- praise/degradation

- restriction (being tied up (or tie up someone)/blindfold/handcuffs...)

- worship (i can spend hours caressing, kissing. biting, sucking... Still feel all flustered when it's done to me)

- big toys (I need MORE)

- lingerie / dressing up sexy (even a big tshirt and a cute (or no) underwear, i love seeing your bodies :p)

- wax play

- exhibition

🫣 Maybe? 🫣

(I'm ok with it but not actively attracted to, or still trying to figure out if I rly like it or I just like the idea of it)

- pet play (as a master)

- free use / cnc / intox (weed and alcohol)

- somno (but more like when falling asleep / masturbate next to you when you sleep (or vice versa), not waking me up by sticking it in (or waking you up like that)) [ofc with the consent of the other everytime]

- dumbification/being brainless

- breeding (NOT pregnancy)

- pain ? I wanna see how far I can go (or how much my sub will endure for me)

- i guess more bdsm parts i wanna explore but can't think of any more rn

⛔ No nos ⛔

- cishet men (rly why are you here) / terfs / zoo / racists / ableists/ any kind of bigot actually

- bodyfluids (scat/uro/spit...) A facial is ok, but playing" with the result is a big no no

- detrans/misgendering (I might do it to someone if they're rly into it, but misgender me and I'll block you)

- pregnancy

- actual rape/violence

#ashbp.png #ashbp.txt #ashbp.ask

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dreamwatch · 1 year ago

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Hey! I’m a fandom old, obsessed with Stranger Things since 2016, and writing fanfiction since 2023. I predominantly write for Steddie, but rare pairs are creeping in. You can find all my fics over on AO3.

I finally tidied up my masterlist. I’m trying to group them in some kind of order, hopefully this is a little easier to navigate.

All my fics that have been written for any of the CC Fest events and pop ups are here.

Corroded Coffin Fest 2024 - My Masterlist | AO3 | Tumblr

Corroded Coffin Fest: Seven Deadly Sins - My Masterlist | Tumblr | AO3

Come Alive | AO3 | 7k | M | Pairing: Steddie | Mental Illness, Angst with a happy ending | Nobody has seen Eddie for weeks, and nasty rumours are spreading through Hawkins. When Dustin can't get any answers from Wayne Munson he turns to Steve for help.

I'm A Bad Boy For Breaking Her Heart | AO3 | 3.6k | M | Steddie | The Harringtons Are Doing Their Best | Eddie finally gets to meet the parents.

Only The Horses Can Bring Us Back Home | AO3 | 3.4k | T | Steddie | Horse Girl Eddie, recovery, therapy | Recovery comes in many forms aka Eddie falls in love with a horse.

I’m very behind on my prompts, but I’ll be dropping them here.

They’re coming! I have three long fics in progress, they’re taking an age and I’m hoping by leaving a placeholder here for them it will spur me on.

#my writing #steddie fanfiction #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #masterlist #stranger things fanfiction #steddie #corroded coffin #foreverlong #steve x eddie #eddie x steve

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auxiliarydetective · 1 year ago

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↬ OC Verse Trading Cards

Here it is! The reason (well, one of the reasons) for why I've been so inactive lately. I saw this super cool trading card template by @squea and @buttertrait and thought it was super fun, so I wanted to make something similar for my mutuals and myself. And, as you can see, I rediscovered my love for art deco on the way, so it's very art deco lol

You can find the template to make your own cards here - and I explicitly encourage you to make your own, because I was kinda hoping I would get to see cards of you guys' OCs and we could collect them all in a binder like this one. It would be really fun! (The number next to the name is the power level btw - I wanted to imitate a set of Star Wars trading cards I used to collect as a kid) Make sure to @ me when you do and tag your post with #ocversetradingcards!

I tried to make the template as accessible as possible so that even beginners should be able to use it without any issues. So, I color-coded the layers!

The red layers are ones you shouldn't touch. They make up the main frame of the card. The orange layers are ones where you can play around with the colors, but that's for advanced photoshop/photopea users. The green ones are the ones where you put in text! Edit those freely. Blue ones are ones you have to select and move as a batch - if you don't know how to do that, check below the cut ^^

You'll need to download these fonts:

Park Lane (name & power level)

Market Deco (main text font)

Artisual Deco Black Italic (blog url)

Below the cut, you'll find a tutorial for the template and a list of the image resources I used - Quick info for everyone, including the more experienced Photopea users: Save your image at 50% quality. The template is a big file and the exported image will also be pretty big if you don’t save it at a lower quality. 50% is what you can see above and I think it's a nice size-quality ratio.

Tutorial Time

Opening the File

Step one: Get either Photoshop or Photopea. Photoshop costs money, Photopea is free and runs in your browser. Take three guesses which one I use. Yeah, it's Photopea. As such, this tutorial will be Photopea-centric, and I also have no clue what the Photoshop interface looks like, so I can't really help you if you work on Photoshop. But I'm told they're essentially the same, so...

Step two: Download the fonts listed above from the links in this post.

Step three: Click on the link above to go download the template. It's a bit of a big file, so I put it into a zip file for you. Don't worry, you don't need a special program to open it. Photopea will do that for you.

Step four: Open Photopea. Click on "File" -> "Open..." and select the "TradingCardTemplate" zip file.

Step five: Click "File" -> "Open..." again and select the zip files for the fonts. This will import them to Photopea. There are also preview images included in at least one of the zip files for the fonts, so just close the windows for those projects when they pop up by clicking on the little "x" next to their file name. You only need the "TradingCardTemplate.psd" tab to be open in your Photopea window.

Great! Now you're all set to edit!

Editing the name, power level and blog url

I decided to group these together because they function essentially the same way

Step one: Select the typing tool. It's the little "T" symbol in the toolbar on the left side of your screen.

Step two: Select the layer of the text you want to edit. The blog url one is in plain view. For the name and power ones, you need to open the corresponding folders first. They're the green layers in the folders!

Step three: Click on the text you want to edit. It's easiest to aim for the middle, that way you have the least chances of missing. The typing tool is a bit finicky with that sometimes, especially if the text is small.

Great! Now you can use your keyboard to delete the placeholder text and replace it with your own! The power level will only fit two digits and picking "00" will look bad. Your OC should have at least some power. They need it to breathe.

Changing the size of the name text

As you might be able to tell, the basic text size only works for fairly short names. So, you might have to make it smaller for your OC's name to fit

Step one: Enter your OC's name as described above.

Step two: Select the text as you would anywhere else in your browser.

Step three: Above the little tag where it says "TradingCardTemplate.psd", there's an options bar. You'll find a box there labelled "Size" with a box that says "150px" and a down arrow next to it. Click on the down arrow and a slider will pop up. Play around with that slider until your text has a good size. Then click on the checkmark.

Step four: Switch to the transformation tool. It's the cursor with the directional cross next to it, at the top of your left-hand tool bar. Move your text so that it aligns well with the left side of the frame but make sure it's below the middle.

Step five: You now have to select two layers at once. The text layer and the frame for the name tag. Do do that, either press and hold your control key on your keyboard while selecting the other layer or toggle the control key using the on-screen keyboard at the bottom left of the toolbar. If you use the toggle, don't forget to untoggle it after.

Step six: On your horizontal toolbar above your project window, click on the icon that's a horizontal line with two boxes centered on it.

Congrats, your text should now be centered!

Adding in your OC picture

Step one: Open the "Picture" folder and select the layer beneath "Add picture here". This will make sure your picture will be in the right spot. Also make sure to click on the eye next to the "Pattern" layer tag to make it go invisible.

Step two: Select "File" -> "Open & Place..." and pick a nice image.

Step three: Once the image has been imported, make sure you change the zoom percentage to 100%, that way the image doesn't look pixely or weird. Click on the checkmark.

Step four: Resize your image so your OC fits nicely into the frame. The image should fill the entire space inside the frame and can stick out as much as you want.

Step five: Right-click (or press and hold, if you're on mobile) your image' layer and select "Clipping Mask".

Perfect! Now your image should no longer stick out of the frame. Feel free to adjust your image's coloration, brightness etc. by selecting "Image" -> "Adjustments" and your preferred action.

Changing your stats bars

This works the same for each bar and I tried to make it as simple as possible.

Step one: Open the corresponding folder.

Step two: Select the set of three blue layers together. You can do this by selecting one layer normally, then selecting the other two while holding your control key or while having it toggled using the built-in on-screen mini keyboard at the bottom left of your screen. If you use the toggle, don't forget to untoggle it after.

Step three: Switch to the transformation tool (the one at the top of your left-hand toolbar, it's a cursor with a directional cross) and move your layers. By moving them to the right, you'll reveal more of the gold underneath the overlay. More gold = higher level of the corresponding stat.

Great job! Now adjust the bars to your liking.

Saving your project + card image

To save the project: Click on "File" -> "Save as PSD". This will download the current project under the same name as the file that you downloaded it as. So, it will be called "TradingCardTemplate (1)" or something similar. Make sure you change the name in your files so you know which is which. Alternatively, you can also change the name of the project by double-clicking the little square that currently says "TradingCardTemplate" and type in your new name. If you save again now, it will show the new project name! Make sure to save your project if you want to be able to recover it and/or work on it later!

To save the card image: Click on "File" -> "Export as >" and pick your preferred image file type. I suggest JPG for best results. Make sure to turn the quality slider to 50%, then hit the save button. This will download an image file of your chosen type, under the same name as the project name. To change that name, refer to the bullet point above or go to your files :)

Advanced: Changing the BG color of the pattern

Step one: Select the pattern background of either the name tag, power score or picture and turn it to 100% opacity.

Step two: Color-pick the current background color of the pattern.

Step three: Click "Image" -> "Adjustments" -> "Replace Color..." and click on the colored rectangle in the new pop-up. Replace the default color with your color-picked color. Now use the Hue, Saturation and Lightness sliders to get a new color that you like. Note down your slider values for later so you have them for the other elements.

Step four: Color-pick your new color and select the corresponding solid background layer. For those layers, click "Edit" -> "Fill..." and make sure you have "Foreground" and "Normal" selected, your Opacity is 100% and you have "Preserve Transparency" checked.

Step five: Don't forget to turn the opacity of your pattern layers back down to 60%.

Congrats! You have your colors changed! Repeat this process for the other two patterned elements.

Extra advanced: Changing the card's background color

NOTE: I DON'T recommend this. You can do it, but it's a lot of work.

Step one: Select the background layer and change its color to the new color you want. You can do it with the "Hue/Saturation..." adjustment, with the "Fill" edit as described above, or whichever way you want. Color-pick your new color.

Step two: Open the smart object PSDs for the frames for the frames for the picture, the name tag, and the power counter by double-clicking on the preview image of the layer.

Step three: Select the lowest colored layer of each and change its color to the same as your new card background color. Click on "File" -> "Save (Smart Object)". Close the project windows.

Step four: Open the folders for the various stat bars and select the "Color Overlay" layers. Change their colors the same way you did for the other layers. Warm colors and high-saturation colors will most likely not look good here and you might need to find a different way of making the stat bars look good. Playing around with the "Brightness/Contrast" adjustment layers above might help, but I can't promise anything. This is the main reason why I don't recommend changing the card background color. The stats bars are adjusted to the background color.

There we are! Either your card looks very pretty now or you understand why I don't recommend this. Either way: Good job!

Resources from Freepik:

Corners by tartila Power counter frame Picture frame by pch.vector Stats bar by tartila Pattern

Taglist (we're bringing out all fandoms today): @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @bravelittleflower @box-of-bats @fluffle-system @wheresmybloodynauglamir @nanukanal @supermarine-silvally @cody-helix02

#ocversetradingcards #artsy #photopea adventures #oc: akaito coraline #oc: helena #holy freaking shit i finally did it #look everyone!!!

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sasskarian · 7 months ago

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What: 1 or 2 card tarot readings

Who: anyone

When: October 30 - Nov 1

I have several tarot decks I can offer, including rune decks and oracle decks. 3 card readings are a little more taxing for me, but if we're mutual or friends, you're welcome to DM me and ask if that's a possibility

Reads will be conducted over this time frame and either sent out (if named) or published (if anon) on November 1

[Placeholder for images of decks available]

#lets make this a little more official #divination #tarot readings #sher does tarot #pinned post #ill add the images as soon as i can stop coughing my damn lungs out

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fortruechaos · 3 months ago

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it's munday so i wanted to do a munday meme...i stole this one from the tag because i didn't like most of the ask prompts lol

ROLEPLAYER NAME: Ren or Cloud.

ROLEPLAYER PRONOUNS: he/they.

MUSE NAME: Shadow the Hedgehog BABYYYYYY

PREFERRED COMMUNICATION: Tumblr IMs if we are new mutuals or if we only talk every once in a while to hash out plotting and stuff or ask questions about a thread on occasion ; Discord otherwise

EXPERIENCE: I've been rping online since I had access to a computer but I had a blog on tumblr in 2016 I ran for almost a year and then I came back to making and running blogs more often on tumblr starting with Shadow in 2019.

PREFERRED ROLEPLAY TYPE: Longer running threads are my preference, I hate starting stuff to get like a reply or two into it before dropping it. I usually like starting things by either sending or receiving asks and developing kind of on the fly from there, then plotting as needed / if there's something specific we want to do. I'm pretty flexible with planning as things come up and I can feel stuck if stuff is too rigid with where we want it to go, but sometimes having a general direction helps a lot, as long as we're cool with getting distracted on the way lol.

PET PEEVES & DEALBREAKERS: The aforementioned 2 replies on a post before it's dropped just to continue the plotline in another thread. I don't mind dropping threads, sometimes not every thread is a banger or you lose muse and that's fine. What I do mind is assuming the other thread has been completed and just continuing in a new one. I like plotting but I like to write the plots out, so I don't really like using the assumption of OOC chatter to fill in the blanks if that makes sense, especially with a character like Shadow who is kind of hard to get to know and track how he evolves over time and stuff.

Also, I'm not follow-for-follow, if I follow you I want to see what you're writing and interact, it's not just a placeholder thing I do. I hate radio silence on stuff I'm posting like headcanon posts or when people don't send asks or like calls or do starters when I've liked theirs in the meantime--mainly this is a problem if someone's active pretty often on the dash. Sucks to be giving people likes and stuffs to get nothing in return. I think since coming back to this blog I've been better about just softblocking when this crops up though; it really annoys me and I'm at a point where I prefer writing with smaller amounts of people than I do "putting my muse out there" anyways.

PLOTS OR MEMES: Oops I guess I kind of answered this already but I'm a bit of both. I like to use memes and asks to start threads and then branch out from there as needed. Sometimes a silly ask can create great opportunities for other threads, like when Fer and I wrote a thread where Shadow was talking about his air shoes that's since evolved into a separate thread with them shopping in Metal City. Sheena, Foxbee and I are always chatting about our threads too before it turns into "hey that's a good idea for another one to do sometime." It's been really fun.

LONG REPLIES OR SHORT REPLIES: I inevitably am drawn to longer replies overtime. I think I typically average about 2-5 paras. Sometimes one-liners and crack replies are fun, but they aren't really my thing for serious development and "canon" stuff on the blog. I like being able to bust out a single paragraph in a reply though and hit send. Makes me feel like a master of Succinctness.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: I work from home so honestly I'm on my computer all day M-F so...then. LOL my job is really boring

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: I think inevitably people put a little of themselves into every muse they write. Just kinda comes with the territory of being a writer. So yes but also no. We have a lot of similarities I think but there's a lot of differences too. I don't really like just writing myself over and over again anyway, it gets boring. But sometimes it can be funny to write something and be like "Wait, I do that!"

because i stole this from the tag i'm not tagging anyone so just feel free to do it if you want to. happy munday

#ooc.

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threecatsinpajamas · 7 months ago

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Welcome to my blog!

[previously: rainbowmayhem]

Hi there! My name is Shiloh, but mutuals can call me whatever they want (my name doesn't really have any nicknames tho haha). I go by any pronouns and don't really have a preference

This is a casual side blog, my main is @mythological-mayhem!

I am aroace and a minor

Few important rules/boundaries I have on my blog:

No donation asks, this is why 👇

No nsfw blogs please (I will block on sight. I am a minor and an asexual)

No homophobes, transphobes, racists, ableists, etc etc

Don't ask for my specific age (I am a teenager). If you're a close friend, you already know. If not, pls don't ask (and close friends pls don't share my info with anyone :])

Please don't DM me unless we’re mutuals.

Don't send me problematic/controversial asks, and don't tag me in problematic/controversial stuff.

I won't talk about current events a lot if at all on here. This doesn't mean I don't have my opinions on what's going on right now, but I would rather not express them on this blog, which is a chill space for me to escape reality sometimes.

Pleasepleaseplease send me asks thoooo

Fandoms I'm in:

Riordanverse (also Rick Riordan Presents!)

Sunbearer Trials

The Owl House

Gravity Falls

Amphibia

Hamilton

Epic: The Musical/The Odyssey (is that a fandom? idk but I rly like it)

X Men 97

The Hunger Games

Feel free to converse with me about any of these, I'd actually appreciate the opportunity to ramble :]]

Tags:

#shiloh's shenanigans = normal stuff n original posts

#moot spotted <3 = Mutual stuff

#shiloh hyperfixates = Reblogging or posting about something that I've been obsessing over for a while

#shiloh needs to fortify = vent tag. I don't ever vent on here but just in case?

#shiloh arts = my art stuff!! I'm pretty mid at art but I might post some on here sometime

#ask = asks

#hermes tag!!🪽 = @feral-goblin-kid’s tag :)))

Mutuals will have their own tags very soon, #moot spotted <3 is a bit of a placeholder for my mutual tag system rn haha.

Anyway welcome to my blog, I hope you enjoy it here! :DDD

Dividers by sister-lucifer on Tumblr

#intro #intro post #shiloh's shenanigans #shiloh hyperfixates

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vindikaetion · 2 years ago

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(Apologies @jackshiccup I was too lazy to type this all out LOL)

Uhhhh I have. A lot of WIP's LOL. A lot of these names are placeholders until I can actually think of a better name xD

Maces and Talons

1000 Years

You are my daaad. You're my dad! Boogie Woogie woogie~

Hiccup's Law

The Impossible Task

Jolly Sailor Bold

Watch this! *Cries on command*

Snow Fairy

Damn bitch you live like this?

I have more but then we'd be here all day LOL. Hiii my lovely mutuals @hijacksecrets @bignostalgias @astraldragoness @nameless-inklings @notemaker @noonbirdsstuff @gettem-outta-heeaa feel free to participate if you like <33

#i rlly need ro start cleaning out my list of WIP's #anyway #cheers! <3 #wip game

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cousticks · 2 years ago

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Yo! I'm Cou, like in Acoustic! That's where the 'cousticks' comes from (mind blown, yet?) I'm a whole 21 years old, and would prefer they/it pronouns.

This account is my dumping ground for fandom posting, including analysis, aus (which you can find a list of here), writing, doodles, and more! You can find some of this writing on AO3, too.

I follow back from the url 'causticacoustic', as this is one sideblog of several. Please do not be alarmed by a purple Master Chief icon following you out of nowhere, or leaving asks, that's me!

Minors are welcome, but I'd prefer only my 18+ friends DM me. 18+ mutuals are welcome to my discord, too! Just send me a DM.

I encourage talking to me. Be it via asks (anon or not!), comments, reblogs, DMs, whatever, I love conversation, I'm just a little incapable of starting it, usually.

More blog info below!

Content

This is mostly a BSD blog. In the future it may also contain other media. Vanitas no Carte is probably going to make an appearance eventually, who knows what'll come after that.

Other media interests I doubt I'll post about here include:

the Halo universe

FLCL (only the og. we don't talk about the reboots.)

Portal games

Dishonored games

bad action movies in general

and more!

I also have other non-media interests, but I won't clog this up with them. You should totally ask me about them though.

I don't post or reblog anything NSFW. This is 90% because I don't want to forget to tag something, 5% because I'm ace and don't really need that here, and 5% because I don't want to make this blog a place minors can't go.

Tagging

Honestly, I'm not great at tagging upsetting content. If you need something specific tagged then leave me a DM or ask (anon or not) or something and I'll try my best to keep a running list of what needs tagged and how (I keep a Google Doc for myself for my tagging system and will happily add your needed tags to it). Chances are, you'd be seeing violence or blood. If you're in the BSD fanbase, I'm kind of making a blanket assumption that you're okay with that when you interact around here. If not? Good luck, I guess.

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amidstnamjin-and-binchanlix · 2 years ago

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Warnings: Uhhh. Non-graphical smut and slight angst, but that's pretty much it for now since I'm still crafting the next part, and some curse words lmao.

I won't control you, but MDNI. This is not for you, please.

Pairings: OT7/(F) Reader

Plot: Seven dates that has a significant mark in your life, one of which massively tilted and fucked up your world for good.

Seven men you didn't want to have more significance in your life than they already have for each of those dates you desperately want to forget.

Genre: mutual pining (ik, ik, i'm sorry), light angst, denial of feelings, eventual poly ot7

placeholder: avoust xxix - óutobre xxxi - nouvèmbre xv - desèmbre xxvi - febrié xxiii - mai xiii - juliet xxii

this is not my first dabble at the bts fandom but this was my first bangtan fic i posted in ao3 2 years ago bc i was a baby army (and my first bangtan creation [not the mixtape series] one is still unfinished and unposted wkwkwkw) so pls be kind to me uwu n i don't really have army moots so if you wanna, come say hi to me on twitter @shimaeara (i don't use it for now because i have no moots there yet) this fic is fucking self-serve and was written without sleep and came to me after reading a fucking drarry slowburn and binge listening to Moonchild and continued after weeks(months) of procrastination and am not good at smut so i might not be able to write it graphically for now idk sorry (edit, 2023: I can write smut now lmao but im still not good at it so i'll try!!!!) artists mentioned are not mine and own themselves. only my original character is self-made, and portrayal and descriptions are in no way real and did not happen in life. everything is entirely fictional not beta'd so i take full responsibility for each and every mistake, my existence included.

i'm reposting this right now because of the date in my country (and a happy birthday to my irl bestfriend, allain. hope you're happy wherever you are, fucker

aight imma head out

💜 You're not aware of the date today.

You wake up unusually early. It's ironic—everything today seems to be, and it's only six in the morning. That in itself should've clued you in because never in a million years would you wake up at five fucking thirty ahead of your alarm, and a weekend at that.

No one dare wake you up voluntarily before seven safest, not after that incident with an overly-hyper Joji that resulted in him sporting a black eye and split lip for a week. No hard feelings were had; you've been bestfriends with him during the past few years since he became your client at the villa. It was resolved with a quick fuck before you even got out of bed. Everybody pretended that the scratches on his back were—ahem—inflicted during the fight.

Pft. Sure.

He has since left residence, but he still flounces around whenever his schedule allows, the motherfucker. You should remind him to bring his own food next time because he cleansweeps the fridge every time.

Your mood has been off since you opened your eyes. You lie there for a few minutes before you realize that it's still kind of dark outside, and a quick check of your phone informs you of the time.

5:36 am

Huh. That's fucking early.

You rub at your chest softly, wondering where the hollow sinking feeling is coming from and what roused you from your sleep. Granted that yes, you're not the most mentally healthy person, but the feeling is different from usual. Almost worse.

You try to go back to sleep but right as you were about to drift off, your bladder decides to kick in. Groaning, you roll out of bed and pad sleepily to your bathroom to do your business with closed eyes, trying not to let go of your sleepiness. Of course, that proves futile. You aren't able to fall right back to sleep after that. Normally, you'd have no problem jumping right back to snoozing, but again, irony.

When trying prove to be useless, you decide to get up. On the way down, you forget to take your phone with you, and you ain't going back to sixth ass floor when you're already on the second. You continue onward and bump into Shads. "Morning, Matt."

He looks at you in trepidation, and you laugh lightly at his expression. Nobody dare forget that you're not a morning person. "Hey, Y/N."

"Relax, I'm not gonna punch you." He laughs at that and visibly relaxes.

"You're up early," he comments.

"Yeah. I don't even know why, and I can't go back to sleep now anyways so..."

He nods. "Well, I'm just turning in. Need to catch some sleep before we fly later."

"Fun night?" You ask.

He snorts at that with a laugh as he turns away to walk to his room. "Wish. Had to be at the studio to fix some things."

"Aw, you poor baby."

"Fuck off."

You both laugh and walk away; him towards his room, and you towards the kitchen. "Sleep well. I'll make sure the car will be here later for you guys."

"Thanks, babe."

You feel it again while you are making myself a cup of hot chocolate at the communal kitchen. You have a love-hate relationship with coffee, so you don't drink it that much. You thump your chest lightly with a slight grimace, the feeling almost crushing now. Your heart is racing and you don't know why, hands shaking as you grip the counter and try to breathe through your mouth.

"Y/N?"

You look up to see Jin in his pajamas, blinking at you owlishly. "Hey, Jin." Your grimace morphs into an awkward smile and you put your arms to your side in fear that he might've seen it—he did.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you say, ignoring the heavy pounding feeling in your chest. He doesn't look convinced. "You're up early."

He shakes his head. "This is my usual waking time. You're early."

Well, you don't have a rebut for that.

"Are you sure you're okay, Y/N?" he asks again when you stay silent.

"Yeah." You will yourself to calm down, even though it's obviously unsuccessful. "I think I'm just having a heartburn."

He raises an eyebrow at that, clearly not buying your lie. He decides to spare you instead. "You shouldn't be having hot chocolate then; that will just trigger it more. Sit. I'll make us some tea."

"No, no, it's okay! I'm fine." You try to argue, but you quickly shut up when he narrows his eyes at you. You wait in awkward silence as he prepares the tea and starts making breakfast, possibly for his friends. Once it was done, you thank him and turn to go back to your room.

"Where are you going?" he asks, spatula raised from where he is cooking.

"Back to my room?"

He shakes his head. "No, you sit. I'm making breakfast anyway."

"But I—"

"Are you really this stubborn?" When you remain silent, he hums and goes back to cooking "That's what I thought. Now sit down."

And what choice do you have?

"Do you take any medicines?" he asks after a few minutes of silence.

"...no?"

"Not even for anxiety? Or anything?"

Wow. What happened to sparing you? You shake your head no. He just raises his brows at that and (mercifully) changes the topic. "What are you doing today?"

"Nothing. It's my first break in months, so I think I might just sleep all day and stay in bed. I don't know." You shrug. "How 'bout you guys? Do you have promotions today?"

He shakes his head. "Nah. We're all preparing for Jungkook's birthday. It's in three days."

Wait. Jungkook's birthday is September 1.

You stop at that, the cup of tea paused from where you were just about to take a drink. "T-three days?" You ask shakily as he puts some food on a plate and places it down in front of you, unaware of your inner turmoil. The food smells amazing, but you don't think you can handle eating right now.

"Yeah. It's 29 today, isn't it?" Jin takes his phone that was on the counter and checks, then puts the phone back down. "It is. We're gonna prepare a surprise for him."

Fuck.

"That's good," you say, trying not to show how your heart feels like it's about to burst out of your chest. He smiles at you and turns back to where he's cooking.

So that's why you've been feeling off since you woke up. 29th. It's the 29th of August today.

You finish your food with difficulty but you don't show it to him to not be ungrateful. His cooking is great, but your mind is really just elsewhere today. "Thanks for the breakfast. And uh, the tea." You clear your throat as you finish washing your plate.

"No biggie." He smiles brightly and you almost forget—almost.

"Have fun today with your plans. I'll be"—you swallow as you leave the room almost hurriedly, and Jin finally notices your distress—"I'll be in my room if you guys need something from me."

You hear him ask if you were really okay but you ignore it, almost tripping on your way out. You don't know you've been holding your breath until you let it out as you reach your room and flop uselessly on your bed. You can't even cry at this rate. You've spent so long crying that it left you tearless and empty. When you try to look deeper, the pain is crippling that you can't even move to shed a tear. It feels like being suspended mid-air in a dark void with that feeling that you might fall anytime, only you don't know when and if the fall will finally kill you.

You spend the whole day in bed with minimal to no human interaction. Matt swung by midday and thanked you with a hug before the band left. It will be hours later when someone knocks on your door again.

It's Namjoon.

"Y/N?"

You're tempted to not answer him. While yes, your closeness with him and his group came a long way from just them being your clients, you still don't feel comfortable with giving them the burden of trying to deal with your tragedies and discomfort. He calls your name again with a light knock before you amble to the door weakly, opening it just an inch. "Hey."

You smile at him, but it's clear as day that you aren't really feeling it. "Hey, Namjoon."

"Are you okay?" He pauses, then shakes his head. "No, you're obviously not. Can I come in?"

And of course, he can.

One thing you like about him is his maturity and perceptiveness. With the chaos that comes with his group, Namjoon keeps them tethered. You love their group, you really do. But when the energy becomes too much, you're thankful because he always senses your need to slow down and calms them. Maybe it's the same reason you're drawn to him the most out of all of them. All you know is it isn't just a plain crush on such a charming person anymore. When you spend a lot of time with someone so kind and wonderful, their looks become just a fucking bonus. Every time you look at him your heart won't stop racing, and it's the exhilarating type that makes you sweat and puts the coil in your stomach.

You both sit on the bed, pulling up the covers as he sits a respectable distance from you.

"Hyung told me what happened," he says at last. Your stomach drops at that. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Do you want to?

With your silence, he continues. "I understand if you don't want to. Just know that we're here for you." Then softly, "I'm here for you."

Your heart stutters, but you keep your face neutral by giving him a soft smile. "Thank you, Namjoon."

After a few minutes, he asks, "Is it because of Jungkook?"

"What?"

"Jin-hyung said you ran away when he mentioned our surprise for Jungkook." There is an emotion you can't name that briefly flits through his face before it smooths out to curiosity. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"No!" At his surprised face, you backtrack. "No," you say in a much softer voice. "It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"I—"

"Noona!"

Wow. Speak of the devil and all that jazz.

Jungkook bursts through the door, completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere in the room. Or if he does, he doesn't comment on it. "My favorite Noona~!" He climbs on the bed and sits beside you.

Your eyes flit to Namjoon, and you nearly miss the sharp look he gives him when Jungkook lies with his head on your lap. You snort at Jungkook's antics, a slow smile spreading to your lips.

"I bet you say that to all your noonas," you tease, to which Jungkook splutters.

"No, I don't!" He turns to Namjoon. "Tell her, hyung."

"I—what?"

"That she is my favorite noona!"

"You do say that to all your noonas, Kook." Namjoon deadpans.

"Hyung!"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." Namjoon laughs. "Everyone knows you love Y/N the most."

"Yeah! Don't be jealous though, hyung." Jungkook chides, a crimson blush slowly spreading over Namjoon's cheeks. "We all know you love her the most."

"Hey—!"

"By the way," Jungkook back turns to you and ignores Namjoon's protesting, "we're all going out later. Want to come with?"

"Uh," you awkwardly scratch the back of your head. "I don't know, Jungkook. I—"

"Please?" He pulls his infamous doe eyes that makes it hard to refuse. While you normally don't have an issue with going out, you're not feeling up for it today. Especially not today of all days.

Your mind drifts to your old friends.

It's been seven years since they'd all been gone, but the memory is still fresh. For the past few years, you'd celebrated this day—all their birthdays—cradling a bottle of whatever liquor you get your hands on. You'd plow through bottle after bottle, glass after glass, trying to forget that you would have been celebrating with them had that day not happened. Then, you'd come home and sob yourself to sleep and pass out from being drunk because them being gone meant your alcohol tolerance was suddenly gone too.

"Y/N?" You snap out of your trance and see both men looking at you in confusion. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah." The hollow feeling intensifies and you feel a little nauseous, but you shake it off. "Sorry, what was that again?"

"Do you want to come with us later?" Jungkook's mood subdues at your lost expression, concern marring his pretty face. "But you can say no if you don't want to!"

You know they really wouldn't force you to come with them if you say no. They never once made you feel like you have no choice with the shenanigans they drag you into.

Then you think about what Alex would probably say if he's still here, what all of them would say. They'd kick your ass for stopping yourself from celebrating and getting wasted. They'd tell you that you need to try to forget even just for a day, and that drinking a whole ass bar is one way to do it. They would probably say some shit about honoring them by getting shitfaced.

"Okay," you say weakly.

The two men looks at you apprehensively.

"Are you sure, Y/N? We really wouldn't mind."

You nod. "It's fine. I'm sure it'll be fun."

"It will be!" Jungkook says excitedly. "I'll make sure it is."

And make sure, he does.

Eight pm rolls around and you're ready to head out with them. You don't want to risk them being seen with someone who'll just drag their image down so as much as it pains you, you actually do put effort in dressing up and looking presentable. Normally, you would just wear the most comfortable outfit. You can't risk that tonight, however. You're going out with people who has all eyes on them. Being associated with someone who looks remotely like a trash can would do nothing good for their image, although you know they could care less about that.

"Noona, you read...y?" You turn around in time to see Jungkook's Adam's apple bob in his throat. His eyes rakes your figure and you can't help the slight flush in your cheeks when you meet his intense gaze.

"Am I overdressed?" You try to joke, but it feels weak. He shakes his head, cheeks a lovely shade of pink.

"You look wonderful, noona ." He mutters under his breath, "too wonderful."

"What?"

He ignores that, giving you a blinding smile. "Shall we go?"

You feel baffled by his actions, but nod at him nonetheless. "Lemme just put on my shoes." You turn around and miss his eyes go wide when you bend over to slip on your pumps. He subtly adjusts himself through his pants and tears his eyes away from your ass before you can catch him staring. "Let's go?"

"Y-yeah." He clears his throat. "Hyungs are all waiting downstairs."

"Are you sure you're okay?" You ask. You walk over to him and put your hand on his forehead, unaware of his inner turmoil at the skin contact.

He catches your hand, and you gasp at his intense stare. A few seconds pass and he squeezes your hand before letting go.

"I'm okay." He then smiles but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Let's go?"

You've already lost track of how many drinks you've consumed tonight. The corner of the bar was the perfect place and you made a beeline for it straight away once you spot it, unaware of Namjoon's eyes that were trained on you the whole time. You know you probably should've stuck with the others but you know your presence wouldn't be missed that much, so you stay put. You just left when you had enough turning down unwanted attention. Seriously, can't they all get a fucking hint?

"There you are!"

You startle as you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around and Jungkook stands there with a dopey smile. You assume he's on the way to being drunk now, but you really can't tell. "Y/N! I've been looking for you everywhere."

Obviously not everywhere. "Sorry, Kookie. I was just at the bar."

His smile gets wider at the pet name. "Kookie?"

"Oh, I mean—"

"I like it." He takes your hand with a slight tug. "Come on, let's go find the others."

You let him lead you and weave through the throng of partygoers. You feel the warmth of his hand on yours and fixate on it. Too much, that you don't know where he's leading you until the sounds of music gets muffled and muted. There's a firm click and thud, and you're being pushed against the door. His lips are on yours before you can even comprehend what's happening.

It takes you a few seconds to realize that you're kissing back. Weakly at first, you try to push him off you until he takes the hint.

His lips detach from yours and he pulls away, breathing heavily. His profile is illuminated by the purple light of the room, and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest from catching his breath.

"What are we doing?" You ask him, eyes wide.

"Nothing you won't consent to."

You look at each other wordlessly. He steps back a little from you and removes his hands on your hips. You realize that he's giving you an out if you want to, but that you really don't want him to give you an out.

The last part scares you.

"I won't force you to anything you don't want to," he says gravelly. "You can always say no."

"What if I don't want to?" You mumble. "Say no, that is."

He looks confused for a moment. When it dawns on him, however, his lips pull into a slow devilish smirk. Goosebumps follow his fingers on your skin.

"Then we do whatever you want."

It's all a blur after that.

His lips find yours again, hands seeking the curve of your hips. He trails kisses on your cheeks down to your neck and chest, and sucks bruises that make you gasp out loud as your hands tangle in his silky hair. They don't slack grip as you guide him down right where you want his mouth and hands.

He takes you twice; first is when he pounds you from behind. Your hair is fisted in his hands as he pulls on it, and your eyes roll back in pleasure.

He thrusts deeper when you moan loud. "Stay quiet, noona," the honorific sounding sinful from his lips. You keen when he grinds his hips and hit that wonderful spot.

The second is with your legs wrapped around his waist, arms on his shoulder. You can feel the pulse of his cock inside you with every savage thrust, and it makes you forget what it is you're running from. Half-crescent scratches are etched on his shoulders as you grip him tightly when you come, his hips stuttering in rhythm as his own orgasm crashes through him when you tighten around him.

Once you both finally catch your breath, he puts you down gently and fixes the creases on your dress.

"I'm taking this home," he says and pockets your panties. You don't have it in you to protest. Instead, you settle on rolling your eyes at him with a placid smile.

"I think you fucked the sad out of me," you say as your breathing calms to normal. You run your fingers through his hair and he kisses your wrist. "Thank you, Kookie. Happy birthday."

He pulls you into a tender hug, pressing a kiss on your hair. "Love you, Y/N."

You don't respond, don't need to. You know he feels it with how you fix his appearance and ruffle his hair as you lead him out of the room, totally unaware of a set of eyes that follow you both on your way out.

#mutual pining #light angst #i wrote this instead of sleeping #crossposted from ao3 #written with no sleep #to be continued #eventual poly bts #polyamorous bts

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