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rawrdogger · 2 years
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i have slightly more knowledge of genishin now
yay! do not play it u will regret it :)
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that-bi-bitch-writes · 11 months
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Mild Sedative
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Male reader
Word Count: 2,055
Warnings: Oral Sex, Penetration, Swearing, Top Reader (kinda service top i guess)
Storyline: Dick is late to check in from Patrol, [Name] worries, they have sex
A/N: I really got lost in the lead up to the smut as well as the dialogue. My bad
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[Name] sat on the couch waiting. It was their usual routine, Dick would go off patrolling at night and once he was finished he’d climb the fire escape and lightly knock on the living room window before coming in.
It was routine.
Dick was late. Hours late
It wouldn’t do any good to just sit on the couch worrying so [Name] got up and he checked the medicine cabinet. Gauze, Saline, Alcohol, Cotton pads, Needle, Thread, Tweezers, Mild Sedative.
There was no more antiseptic cream. Does he go and get more? What if Dick flops in through the window when he’s gone. The man can handle himself- to an extent. He had Batman as a father figure (derogatory) and Alfred to professionally tend to his wounds. Alfred’s not here though and they’re out of antiseptic cream.
And what would it look like if [Name] left all the first aid supplies out? Almost as if to say ‘you’re late. tend to yourself’?
Gauze, Saline, Alcohol, Cotton pads, Needle, Thread, Tweezers, Mild Sedative.
“Hey. What’s got you so wrapped up you didn’t even notice me coming up the fire escape this time?”
Dick. 
[Name] snickered. “Your name fits you so well.”
“Is this about being late?”
“A little”
“I’m sorry” he sighed “It’s just that-”
“Yeah I saw.” [Name] scrunched up his face a little. “On the news. It’s why I was so worried when you didn’t come hom- come visit me”
“I’m sorry”
“You said that already”
“What can I do to make it up to you?” Dick asked almost pleadingly. He didn’t like seeing his boyfriend so worried. It’s not a normal expression. Worried for him was not his favorite look on [Name].
“Take off your clothes”
Dick raised his eyebrows at that causing [Name] to roll his eyes. “You took a while to get here and you came in regular clothes which means you stopped by your apartment and changed. You’re hiding something, probably an injury that added onto travel time.” [Name] turned away from Dick as he stripped.
Gauze, Saline, Alcohol, Cotton pads, Needle, Thread, Tweezers, Mild Sedative
“I don’t have any anti-septic I only have-”
“Gauze, Saline, Alcohol, Cotton pads, Needle, Thread, Tweezers, Mild Sedative. I know”
“What?”
“You’ve been muttering to yourself off and on since I got here- you can turn around now”
[Name] did exactly that. He scanned his boyfriend’s body only to find a couple of bruises and a few cuts already dressed properly. Letting out a shaky sigh he carefully raised a hand to cup Dick’s face rubbing his thumb across the apple of his cheek. Dick sighed in contentment and rested his forehead against [Name]’s before giving him a quick kiss.
“You’re such an asshole I can’t believe you went home and didn’t even text me to prevent me from worrying about you even though you were 2 hours later than normal. I even gave you a 30 minute grace period”
“Fair enough. I just had some preparation to do”
“Preparation for what?” 
Dick softly smiled and looked down at the floor before glancing up through his eyelashes. [Name]’s eyebrows rose in a mix of surprise and amusement “oh you want to have sex. Wait, you want to have sex??? With me??”
“Are you saying you don’t want to?”
“No of course I want to. I want to do so many things with you. To you.”
“Is this about you being a virgin? I don’t really care. I love you and as long as I orgasm by the end of the night I’d call it a successful first time.”
[Name] hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Okay”
“Okay?
“Okay.”
“Good. Now how about I start by sucking you off” Dick asked as he fumbled with [Name]’s zipper
“Wait- I’ll cum too soon.”
“That’s fine. We have a long night ahead of us. I’ll suck you off and then you can do those things you imagined doing to me.” Dick said as he squatted down and mouthed at [Name] through his underwear “Plenty of time to get you ready to go again”
[Name] sucked in a breath as Dick led him back to the couch, pushing lightly on his shoulders and forcing him on the couch. “Lift for me” Dick ordered as he pulled [Name]’s underwear off and took most of him down in one go
“You’re amazing” [Name] gasped out
“I bet you say that to all the guys”
“I don’t think anyone could look as pretty as you grayson” [Name] confessed a bit too earnestly “Fuck are you sucking harder?”
“You know how to make a guy feel special. I just want to return the favor” 
[Name] let out a quiet “Fuck” as Dick lowered his mouth back onto [Name], bobbing his head a few times and pulling off with a pop before spitting on his hand and stroking [Name], slowly teasing the head with his tongue.
“Oh my god”
“Not God”
“You would want to play games right now-” Dick cut him off with slow wet kisses starting from the knee going up to the inner thigh “You don’t want to play with me baby?”
“Less play with you and more play in you but I can settle for both”
Dick felt a heat pool in the bottom of his stomach and hurriedly took [Name] in his mouth again, this time slowly swallowing him whole and nosing against his boyfriend’s dyed pubes. Dick listened to [Name]’s stuttered breaths as he relaxed his jaw and let his tongue lap against [Name]’s balls 
“Dick- Please. I-”
“Let go baby. Just let me take care of you for a bit. I’ve got you” Dick spoke lowly as he kissed [Name]’s stomach and stroked him languidly. “Almost there” he said when the muscles in [Name]’s stomach tightened. He focused on suckling at the head so when [Name] came he could swallow and avoid having to clean cum off the couch.
“Dick” [Name] whispered over and over again like a mantra until finally he lifted off the couch and thrusted into Dick’s mouth. Not too harshly because even in his frenzied state he didn’t want to hurt his boyfriend but he needed more. He wanted to feel him and his warmth everywhere as he came.
[Name] flopped back on the couch panting. Dick stood up and admired the scene he caused. “You good?” he asked 
“Yeah I just-wow. You’re amazing”
“You look boneless”
“I am”
“You done for the night?”
“And let all your preparations go to waste? Hell no. But we’re gonna want to drink some water because once I get my mouth on you i’m not letting up until you’re shaking.”
Dick swallowed. And turned away to grab some water from the fridge “You sound super confident.”
“I’m a virgin. Not clueless. I’ve watched enough porn and read enough articles during my ‘am i gay quiz’ phase”
“I wouldn’t say porn is the most reliable source-”
“Really? Then where’d you learn that technique?”
“Fair enough”
“Will you still kiss me even if you’ll only be tasting yourself? [Name] asked curiously in between gulps of water.
“Honestly I’m curious to see how I taste to you”
“God”
“What?”
“You’re amazing”
Dick smiled genuinely “It’s all you. I feel comfortable being my authentic self around you. You make me better, keep me safe, make me feel amazing”
“Dick. I’m going to freshen up the bedroom and pee in the master bathroom. You take the guest bathroom and meet me in the bedroom. Leave the clothes wherever you want just take them off”
When Dick finished his business and came back to the bedroom to find [Name] had lit a candle and laid a towel down in the very center of the bed. Dick met [Name]’s hungry gaze and raised an eyebrow at the candle “Mood lighting?”
“I want to look at you.”
“I hope looking isn’t the only thing you want to do to me” Dick drawled as he pointedly laid down in the center of the towel.
Shaking his head with an amused huff [Name] asked “What are you comfortable with?”
“You can put your hands mouth and [name] jr anywhere you want”
“Ew no don’t call it that”
Dick laughed and was soon cut off as [Name] peppered kisses down from Dick’s sternum to his navel. [Name] carefully peeled Dick’s underwear off and nosed around his pubes “I can’t quite deepthroat you yet but I think I can incorporate some of your tricks” 
[Name] licked a stripe of the underside of his boyfriend’s cock and kissed the head drawing a gasp from Dick. “I’m gonna swallow as much as I can. No thrusting” [Name] warned
Dick nodded obediently and choked out a gasp. [Name] experimentally bobbed his head for a bit before finding a good rhythm. When Dick started to arch his back off the bed [name] pulled off with a wet pop and lapped at Dick’s balls before sucking on them. 
“What feels better? Left?” Pop “Or right.” 
Dick moaned in response.
“Left or right, my love?”
“I can’t choose”
“Okay how about this?” [Name] had taken a tip from Dick’s performance earlier and stared directly into Dick’s eyes as he licked a stripe up his palm and began stroking Dick before mouthing at his thighs. Dick’s moans sounded holy to [name] but not quite debauched enough.
[Name] pulled Dick closer and shifted his legs enough to expose his hole. Still stroking [Name] began to lick long stripes over Dick’s hole before placing his entire face between Dick’s cheeks lapping hungrily. Feeling his boyfriend tense [Name] stopped stroking and began to penetrate Dick with his tongue alternating between the kitten licks to his rim and pressing inside.
Then he added the first finger. He licked the rim as his finger slowly moved in and out before curling and trying to find Dick’s prostate. Once he found it he gave an experimental press as dick let out a surprised moan.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Stop, I'm gonna cum.” 
“You don’t want to cum my love?”
“I do I just want to cum with you inside me”
“Can’t I play a little longer” [Name] said nibbling on Dick’s cheeks
“Tomorrow I promise but please I want you inside of me”
“Alright my love.”
[Name] grabbed one of the condoms he placed on the nightstand and the lube and began to lather himself as well as Dick’s twitching hole as he kneeled on the bed and crawled closer. Pressing slowly into him, [Name] leaned over to give Dick a quick peck. Dick wrapped a hand around the back of [Name]’s neck and pulled him closer so their foreheads could rest against each other. 
The minutes waiting for Dick to adjust was agonizing but it wasn’t long before Dick was shifting his hips in a silent plea for [Name] to move. Taking the hint, he began to move. Being so close to Dick, being assured of his safety and his happiness was almost overwhelming for [Name] who began to tear up as he whispered sweet nothings in between broken moans and curses. 
[Name] leaned in and kissed Dick sweetly as he wiped away the tears. Soon the kiss turned hungry and [Name] reached between them to wrap a hand around Dick and start stroking. Dick broke the kiss and let out a silent moan before chasing [Name]’s lips again. The feeling of [Name] sucking on his tongue while he moved inside him paired with the hand stroking him was just enough to push him over the edge.
Dick knew [Name] was close so he flipped them over, [Name] still inside, and rode him. [Name] wrapped his arms around Dick almost cradling him as he thrusted up into Dick. Their faces so close they breathed each other’s air. 
“Cum for me baby.” Dick whispered
It only took a few more seconds before [Name] filled the condom and threw his head back in a silent moan before falling back onto the pillows. He quickly took the condom off, tied it and threw it into the garbage can on the other side of his nightstand and laid down panting. Dick laid down next to him, pulling [Name] into his side and kissing him on the forehead.
“I love you.”
I love you. Go to sleep”
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dragynkeep · 4 months
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You are not... our Bi-Han.
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k1ranishf4 · 8 months
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I’m neck-deep into Loki hyperfixation again there’s no escaping him
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babygirlharrington · 2 years
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Steddie Fic Rec #4
This list is shorter than my usual, but I feel STRONGLY about these ones, so do take them and enjoy. Thank you writers. 
Ahoy, Big Boy - ChronicRabbit @chronicrabbit
Summary: Between accidentally intercepted secret Russian communications, a meddling preteen matchmaker with no collarbones, and increased proximity with Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, a measly $3 an hour plus tips is nowhere near enough to deal.
Explicit, WIP, Longfic, Slow burn. TW for mentions of substance abuse and canon-compliant torture. A fic that chronicles what S3 would’ve been like with Eddie in the picture. Its phe-nom-e-nal. I await updates.
Time Gets to Me and I Wonder How to Simplify - DiscoSuperFly 
Summary: Robin Hosts a Horror Movie Podcast with her Co-Host and show editor Steve. Their friend Dustin soon making his directorial debut in the genre fills a guest spot and talks up his screen writer, a reclusive horror buff Edgemont Munroe. Little do she and Steve know Edgemont is a Hawkins transplant in Chicago like the rest of them.
Explicit, Complete. Podcast AU? Check. Well-written subplot? Check. Chrissy Cunningham? Check. I don’t know what else you could possibly be looking for in a fic. Go read. 
I'd Rather Be Damned With You - Anonymous
Summary: Steve is harboring an injured fugitive... in his heart. Now he just has to find a way to clear Eddie's name and maybe figure out why he can't stop thinking about the guy-- or what he should do about it.
Mature, Complete. Longfic! Part one in the Hymnal series. Steve keeps a wanted and recovering Eddie at his house. I read twenty chapters of this in one sitting (aka the entire thing) and was legitimately sad it was over. 
The Buckley Double-Cross - breezeheart
Summary: Robin challenges Eddie to prove his theory that Steve isn’t straight. She also bets Steve that his famous charm won’t work on a guy like Eddie. What ensues from her meddling is a battle of flirtation the likes of which Hawkins has never seen… and maybe, just maybe, a spark of something more.
Explicit, Complete. Robin Buckley being nosy at its finest.
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kinnbig · 2 months
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hi, big fan, begging for enlightenment: how do i finish a fanfiction, asking for the kinnporsche modeling agency au i have three pages of basic outlines and notes and snippets for but never seem to be able to actually get anywhere with.
hi lovely!! thank you so much for the ask - honestly unfortunately my genuine answer is I wish I knew!!
the number of unfinished WIPs in my drafts vastly outnumbers the number of fics I’ve published. I find finishing fics incredibly difficult, no matter how well outlined and planned and bullet-point-noted the entire fic is. I have several WIPs that I absolutely adore but are gathering dust in my google docs because I just haven’t managed to find the motivation to finish them.
but for the fics I have managed to publish, my best advice is:
write badly first, edit later. set yourself a 15 minute timer and just write write write for that entire time without letting yourself think too hard about what you’re putting on the page. then do it again. and again. push through this way for as long as you can, and only then go back and edit it and make it sound beautiful. a first draft doesn’t have to be great. it just has to be done.
ride out any bursts of inspiration that you have for as long as you can. write in your notes app if sentences come to you while you’re out. scribble on post-it notes beside your bed if you wake up with ideas.
try writing in different locations. I find if I take my laptop to a library or a coffee shop with the intention of writing, it’s much more likely to get done than just sitting on the sofa at home.
talk through your fic with friends! nothing is more motivating to me than explaining my ideas to people and sharing snippets and getting excited together.
if you can stick to them, deadlines help. I struggle with setting myself deadlines because I know in my heart that they’re arbitrary, and there’s no consequences for missing them (other than feeling guilty or unproductive). however, if you can set yourself deadlines that you’re excited to meet - eg. “I really want to gift this fic to my friend on their birthday” or “it’d be cool to publish this fic as part of this event that’s running” or “it’d be funny to publish this fic on valentine’s day” (me with chart topper lol) - then that can really help motivate you.
bUt there’s nothing less conducive to writing or any creative process than guilt. feeling bad about not writing only makes writing seem less appealing. motivation only comes when you’re not beating yourself up for not being motivated enough. (this is the point that I’m struggling with lol)
on that note - remember why you’re doing this. it’s meant to be fun!! you don’t owe the fic to anyone - not even yourself. if you’ve had fun coming up with a concept and playing with the characters in your head, then you’ve succeeded!! the time you’ve spent making these notes and writing these snippets isn’t wasted if you don’t end up writing a full length fic, because you’ve already achieved the entire point of fandom - having a fun time with the guys from your shows. it’s an achievement all on its own. if you’re not enjoying writing, you don’t have to do it. this is all supposed to be fun.
the truth is, if you do want to finish a fic then you just have to do it. you just have to sit down and write a first draft and then sit down again and edit that draft and keep editing it until you like it. there’s no way around that. and it’s hard!! but you can do it. I believe in you!!
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lollytea · 2 years
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My feelings on Gustholomule are very vague. Do I ship them? Sometimes. My default is thinking of them being the funniest snarkiest besties ever. A comedy duo if you will. They're only gay when I feel like it.
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Ok, since there's been a lot of infighting (for some fucking reason) over Mike's sexuality, allow me to state something: Who cares? As long as that bitch isn't straight and ends up with El there will be a satisfying story with good narrative being told.
Please finish reading before getting pissed off :D.
I understand that people want to see themselves represented (bitch I'm aroace and agender, I get it), but we don't need to fight over it. Make your analysis and why you think a certain way, but no need to attack one each other.
Now I gotta say something else: I don't care what Mike's sexuality is, as long as he ends up with Will. The reason for that, you ask? Well simple:
Independent el and byler endgame is the only happy and right ending - I've said that numerous times and the narrative agrees with it.
I'm saying this not because I think that his sexuality is irrelevant or cause I don't care about his character arch, quite the contrary. I think that, regardless of him being gay, bi, pan, queer or unlabeled, Mike will have a satisfying storyline and character arch. A good one, that will make sense with the narrative of the show. And we will get to analyze it. A thing that won't happen if he's straight and milkvan is endgame - cause that would be a shit story due to garbage narrative.
Now obviously some people have their reasons for preferring and believing in one outcome over the other, and that's okay, as long as your not a pussy and a little bitch about it. That's all. Thanks for reading folks. Please don't come at me with pitchforks if you wanna hate, just block me.
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super-marvel-dc · 3 months
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Welp, apparently Tumblr doesn't want me to show my love for Natasha Romanoff because it's still not posting my story 🥲
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shivasdarknight · 10 months
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I'm editing more of that drg70 fic and I forgot this exchange even happened, so I just really have the need to share it
With her energy back somewhat and ability to walk returned, Surkukteni was anxious.  She wanted to move, she wanted to do something — she had energy that needed to be burnt off in spite of the numbness that still lingered, for she felt she might explode if she didn’t.  She was of one mind as she approached Estinien at camp one antsy evening, hoping her luck would win out: “Let’s spar,” she said, shoving him lightly in the shoulder to get his attention. She really should’ve known at that point not to test her luck with him.  Estinien blinked, staring up at her before his mild surprise turned to a frown.  “No,” was all he said before turning back to the gauntlet held in un-gauntleted hands. “Why not?”  Her arms crossed over her chest (Like a petulant child.), looking down at him as he refused to look up at her. His thumb tapped against the metal like the question irked him far more than he was outwardly letting on.  “If you really want to lose that badly and potentially set us further back because you reopened the wound, then by all means: let’s.”  He cast a sidelong glance up at her, gauntlet carefully set in his lap.  But quickly it turned into a deeply disappointed look as he looked up at her properly.  “Oh for gods’ sake, I was being facetious.” “And I’m being serious!  Let’s fight!” But Estinien didn’t budge.
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Can’t romance Nick Valentine, can’t fuck Benny cause I played as a dude
Goddamn, Fallout, you gonna let me do anything with these blorbos you’re handing to me on a silver platter?!
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reel-fear · 1 year
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one day I'll go insane and release a 234 page essay on why I love Wheatley X GLaDOS so much and its underrated and Love as a construct [link] is the best fanfiction I've ever read as long as u stop reading After chapter 26 bc imo after that it gets a bit repetitive and jumps the shark a bit and if u see the tags u might understand KJNSDFGKJNFDSD
but the very basics of it, is it's that two very bad people with a ton of truama learning to become better via each other <3. Also its weirdly disliked by a lot of portal fans for being... Abusive,,, which is hilarious considering both Wheatley and GLaDOS are canonical abusers who may regret their actions by the end sure but are still on some level very abusive people to Chell. I think that's also one of the reasons I love Gladley just bc it doesn't feel like Chell has to get into a relationship with these two people that canonically I think she's absolutely had enough of dealing with.
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that-bi-bitch-writes · 11 months
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Paid in Kind
Pairing: Yuuji Itadori x Male Reader
Word Count: 2,053
Warnings: Infidelity, Swearing, Murder, Mentions of suicide. Angst, Major Character Death
Requested by: No one i just missed writing oneshots
Storyline: Yuuji and the reader love each other until death do them part
A/N: I’m bad at angst but I’ve been wanting to write some for years. Nearly a year ago I asked @dont-minchin-it​ who their favorite jjk character was and they said megumi and mine is yuuji so I wrote this. I didn’t finish it until just now.
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[Name] [L.Name] considered himself to be lucky.
When he was a child and the monsters would come out from underneath his bed, he’d close his eyes and grab onto his blanket tightly chanting ‘please go away’. When he’d open his eyes, they’d be gone.
When he’d ask his mom for ice cream before dinner, it’d only take a little bit of prodding for her to cave in. After he failed his first test he’d begged his teacher for an extra credit assignment only to end the semester with an A. He got free lunches when he forgot his, and people would get him a drink from vending machines because they just happened to get an extra one.
When he was 14 he met Megumi Fushiguro. Fuck that guy.  
Megumi was one year his junior and an unlikely bully to many, when he first saw [Name] talking to Tsumiki, he made a mental note to check [Name] out and kick his ass.
Megumi learned that [Name] was a normal kid with normal parents and a pretty normal routine. He went to school, he hung out with friends on most days and four days out of the week he took taekwondo classes. Okay maybe Megumi couldn’t quite kick his ass.
“Tsumiki. Who’s that kid you keep talking to at lunch?”
“Care to be more specific?”
“The annoying one who’s oddly lucky. He hangs around those nerds who bring him soda and he gets free lunches sometimes. Is he bothering you?”
“[Name]? No, he's really nice. And he doesn’t make his friends bring him things, he just asks them to get him one if they happen to get an extra. I think sometimes they use their own money to buy them and tell him they hit the jackpot. They call him their own good luck charm”
“Ooh Tsumiki knows him by first name.” Gojo interrupted. He ceremoniously sat closer to the two who were eating dinner. “Tell me more about this [Name] Megumi”
Megumi rolled his eyes but continued “Like I said he’s oddly lucky. I thought he was pulling some strings at first because I couldn't understand why everyone’s always breaking their necks for him but Tsumiki says he just asks. That’s what everyone else says too. He asks nicely and they can’t help but do whatever he wants. He’s charming”
Gojo let out a short and curious hum before Tsumiki and Megumi moved on. Long after the conversation had been over Gojo piped up and asked Megumi to keep an eye on [Name]. Megumi just nodded. He’d already planned to do that anyway.
Nosy Megumi Fushiguro was the worst thing to happen to teenaged [Name]. Adult [Name] paid him back in kind.
[Name] had the worst luck with romance. As in he’d only had two successful relationships–both ending miserably. The first time he was dumped at a wedding. It wasn’t theirs luckily. But it was his childhood best friend’s wedding and he had to stand there and smile like he didn’t get dumped five minutes before the bride walked down the aisle.
PIcture it, a dashing groomsman nursing a wounded heart as he listened to his closest friend promise eternal devotion to the sunniest, most reliable partner anyone could ask for. And the open bar wouldn’t be open for another two hours. Two hours of the perfect couple being fucking perfect. At least when he shed a few tears he could pass it off as being moved to emotion.
The relationships after that, if you could call them relationships, were doomed before they started. [Name] liked sex but adamantly refused to allow himself to get attached to anyone. His excuse was that he was just getting out of a long term relationship and wasn’t looking for anything serious. Unfortunately for him the only person that believed [Name], was himself.
Sex with strangers started to bore him before long but he wasn’t quite done with his avoidant lifestyle so he found himself conjuring excuses to break up with any partner with real potential. He once broke up with someone because they smiled too much. Apparently it made him feel like they were faking their happiness. The cliche avoidant behavior all came to a head when that one person snuck his way into [Name]’s heart.
And then the fucker had to die.
[Name] spent months pretending to mourn. He honestly just felt empty.
Once again: Fuck Megumi Fushiguro.
Not too long after Megumi wormed himself into [Name]’s life Gojo made his first appearance. Wearing sunglasses inside, bright smiles and loud laughs, the man commanded attention and called into doubt everything [Name] knew about himself, the world, and his luck. All of a sudden his life wasn’t in his hands anymore and his luck, which could’ve gone unnoticed, was sorcery. Sorcery that required studying at a boarding school away from his friends, family and the sense of familiarity that felt more like belonging.  Sorcery school was a crock of shit.
He didn’t need to learn how to kick ass, and he certainly didn’t need to learn jujutsu techniques considering the fact that he’d stopped noticing curses as a child and hadn’t seen one again until he started channeling cursed energy throughout his body and into his eyes. He could’ve been normal, accepted the illusion of control and gone off to be unfulfilled in a less meaningful way.
I mean who would give up luck and blissful ignorance to risk their lives as teenaged soldiers fighting a war no one else knew about. And his dating pool shrunk before he even got to step foot in the waters. Marrying a sorcerer would only guarantee that his life or even his kid’s life would be ruled by the thing he hated and he couldn’t get out without learning to cope with the lives he could have saved. He had to face the fact that he would grow up to be Satoru Gojo.
Fuck.
Yuuji Itadori was practically a lifeline. Of course with his appearance brought on a whole bunch of other shit but he was the only one who could really understand [Name]. They fucked up his life too. There was no previous exposure to curses, no obvious fucked up origin story, he was at school and met Megumi Fushiguro and boom his life was on the line every day. Yuuji could not enjoy the simple things in life, he would watch friends die, he would not come to terms with the new life he was living. Try as he might.
Yuuji and Megumi were friends. It was hard not to be friends with Yuuji, he inspired people, made them laugh, made them want to live despite the odds. And [Name] was both lucky and stubborn, he would not let go of the one person that could understand him. Not for Megumi, or Gojo or the higher ups, he wouldn’t even die before Yuuji. That’s the promise he made to himself. He’d live for Yuuji. BFFs.
The first time they had sex [Name] was terrified and exhilarated. He was 20, Yuuji 19 and they’d both narrowly avoided death. Neither one of them wanting to die a virgin and just buzzing off of adrenaline. It happened again two more times before [Name] turned 21 and they’d stopped to preserve their friendship. Then they both got into relationships.
Yuuji got married at 26. By then [Name] had already been dumped and thus refused to be one of Yuuji's groomsmen. He showed up early, gave Yuuji his best wishes and then sat in the back during the actual service. The reception was nice, he and Yuuji danced. Itadori’s arms wrapped around [Name]’s waist, [Name]’s arms resting lazily on Yuuji’s shoulders. It was nice to pretend for a while in their little corner of the dance floor, foreheads touching and not a single eye on them. They separated with a grim smile and Yuuji was off to mingle with the rest of the guests. [Name] danced with Yuuta, remained cordial with Gojo and stayed away from Megumi Fushiguro. He didn’t even look at the cake.
Three years later [Name] and Itadori had sex again. It was exhilarating, they worked well together. It was a familiar dance; their eyes closed, forehead touched forehead but they never kissed. Not once. Yuuji was still married after all. Both too selfish to let go of each other, but neither selfish enough to avoid the guilt of what they’d done. What they were doing.
They lasted two weeks without seeing each other. Without ever mentioning it, everything was business as usual. They facetimed each other once a week to catch up and sent each other funny videos to say ‘this reminded me of you’ or ‘have you seen this’.
Yuuji’s marriage fell apart. But it wasn’t just the secret that did it. Getting married at 26 isn’t a death sentence but it is stifling when you’ve known nothing different since you were 15 and all Yuuji’s resentment towards jujutsu society and all the fucking people who died and then 3 years of marriage to a wonderful wonderful partner who just reminds you of all you lost and what could have been. Not even love could save his marriage. So he turned to what he knew best, what felt good no matter what. He turned to [Name].
Four months later Yuuji decided he wanted a divorce and he wanted to be with [Name] who was willing to throw it all away if Yuuji really wanted to. And he did want to. But [Name] didn’t want to put Yuuji in the same position again and told him to go to therapy. Apparently Itadori thought that meant couples therapy. Two months of couple’s therapy made Yuuji want to try and be better.
He had a plan-a good plan. He was going to leave. He was going to leave [Name]. They met on the rooftop of [Name’s] building to discuss the future. Facetime calls reduced to 20 minutes once a month. No more outings alone for the foreseeable future. They would be joined by Fushiguro.
“Kiss me” [Name] begged “If you’re going to leave me for good kiss me once and i’ll let you go. Forever.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea” Yuuji looked hesitant. His eyes glanced down to [Name]’s lips and his jaw clenched
“If you’re afraid kissing me will break your resolve then you shouldn’t be leaving me in the first place.” [Name] said resolutely. His eyes steeled with determination as he said “Kiss me. Kiss me my love and i’ll let you go for good”
Yuuji stepped closer. Once he bridged the gap [Name] launched forward and returned the kiss with a bruising passion. Yuuji pulled back for air just before the two of them got lost in it. They touched foreheads panting, breathing in each other’s air.
[Name] pulled away first and stepped toward the edge looking over.
“Don’t.” Yuuji panicked and inched closer hand seeking [Name]’s
[Name] looked up and let out a hollow laugh “I’m not gonna do anything” he said smiling as if anything about his behavior would reassure Yuuji.
“You just told me you’d let me go forever and then stepped toward the edge of your 15 story building i’m sorry if i’m a little worried”
“Come here” [Name] said, pulling Yuuji closer. Yuuji could see tears in his eyes “I’m not gonna jump.” Yuuji gripped [Name]’s shoulders and stared into his eyes only finding truth. He sighed and relaxed, letting go of [Name] who briefly kissed him on the cheek and smiled solemnly. He took a deep breath and finished his thought aloud: ‘i’m not gonna jump yuuji’
“I’m gonna push you”
Megumi Fushiguro ruined [Name]’s life. So [Name] killed Megumi’s husband.
This was a kind of sorrow [Name] could bear. Megumi took everything. His friends, his freedom, his childhood and the love of [Name]’s life. And he’d known it all along. How [Name] resented him long before Tsumiki got sick. As he consoled the grieving Fushiguro, the only thing [Name] said was “I forgive you”
Fushiguro thought it was odd that [Name] forgave him for ruining his life, as if the death of Yuuji washed away all their hatred and sin but no.
[Name] had already repaid him in kind.
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crimsongrimoire · 7 months
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im about to be the most obnoxious bitch on earth about it but babygirl came home thank fucking GOD. my hardcore pregrinding was not for naught. how have i won 4 50/50s in a row. what is it about hydro bitches And Wriothesley
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also team Throw The Literal Book At Em is real now thank god
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stinkysam · 7 months
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i love that i can always tell which man you're obsessing over bc you always go from one pretty likable role of theirs to watching things that only 6 other people have seen. You rb'ing agents of shield bc of Jeff Ward clued me in but i have never heard of brand new cherry flavor before today
Jssjsj he's slowly rotating in my brain like rotisserie chicken 🐔
But @inhumanshadows is not innocent in it. While I was just "buggy is deke from agents of shield ?!" Brandon somehow motivated me to finish the show.
I've only heard of brand new cherry flavor because there was someone on tiktok going "some people recognize him from agents of shield, others recognize him from that scene in BNCF" and was curious about what scene and no one on tiktok posted it. I understand why.
Almost didn't watch it because I don't do good with horror but surprisingly it was okay. As I told Brandon it's not horror but creepy.
Horny body horror (?) under the cut because I watched the whole show for it.
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This birthed a kitten not an hour before.
Fisting her guts for real
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beetrootbug · 1 year
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can we just... talk about Wednesday? Because I don't know how to feel about it. I watched the show with little expectations in terms of the plot, and I personally ended up enjoying it, though many people have expressed their distain for it. i didn't like everything about it. It was a bit brain numbing i guess, since after watching it my brain was devoid of thought, which is why i was probably able to watch it without question. I usually pick stuff apart whilst i watch it, but i think I was just so determined to finish it I didn't pay as much attention. Final opinions are:
i enjoyed the cartoon-ish nature of the plot. It wasn't that serious and things were solved very quickly. As a writer, I should despise that. I adore writing books with complex plot points that are long winded and explained with care as to not info-dump but to provide the context needed. However, as a person with horrid fucking anxiety, I LOVE stupid stories with shitty easy to solve plots, such as the one present in Wednesday. It's easy to see what's coming and if an episode ends on a cliffhanger, I know for a fact that it will be solve in the next episode. I also tend to judge shows and movies in context to other shows and movies made by the same company. For example, I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed Falcon and the Winter Soldier as I really didn't like the previous marvel movies and show. Of course falcon wasn't the best show in context to other pieces of media outside of marvel, but for a marvel show, it topped my standards. Wednesday is the same for me in terms of Netflix live actions reboots. I don't care what you think of the show Wednesday, you must agree it is better than the other live action reboots. I hate riverdale and i hate Winx fate saga, they are terrible, objectively and subjectively, they aren't good. Wednesday shocked me as it was better than both. This also plays into the other kind of shows that are on the rise: gritty shows with teenagers. Euphoria and the abhorrent Velma show, are disgusting inaccurate depictions of teenagers. Not to say teenagers don't do these things, it's just that it isn't presented correctly. Teens smoke, drink and fuck, we know this, I've heard shit, i've seen shit. But they do it immaturely. Teens are both children and adults. If they do adult things, they do it childishly, and vice versa. Wednesday had a relatively accurate depiction of teenagers (albeit a bit cartoony but it fits with the shows themes). So from that standpoint alone, it blew my expectations out the water.
Now to the stuff i didn't like about the show: the characters. Which is a massive part of the show of course. The characters were easier to stomach when i watched it because i simply liked the actors, but analysing the characters after, yeah, i don't like them that much. I liked Wednesday in the beginning, but towards the end, she wasn't as fun to watch. As far as what she does, she's very fun to watch and has to be the only who holds up well (kinda, i'll explain this later), the rest of the characters are kinda poorly written and become kinda unlikeable. I never thought i would say this, but I don't like Enid as much as I did when i started watching. Not from a "oh she's such a horrible person" but rather "oh, she's been written really poorly". That can be said about all the characters, including Wednesday towards the end. The messages the characters give the the audience is my main gripe with the show. Enid talks about how friends do stuff for friends, even without asking. "That's what friends do". This is stupid, it is. If your friend tells you not to do something, and you do it, you are betraying their trust. You don't know why your friend doesn't want you to do that, and they don't need to tell you, they'll tell you if they want to. You shouldn't assume things that your friend wants, especially if you don't know them well, like Wednesday's relationship with enid and the others. It's not a good message to spread as stuff like this is something autistic people and other nd people struggle with, this makes this line from enid to wednesday, a very nd/autistic coded character, much worse. A seemingly stupid request not to do something could have much deeper roots for an nd person. I got very mad at friend when she intentionally splashed me with water once. I had told her very explicitly not to splash me and explained that i hate getting wet when i'm wearing normal clothes as the texture is horrid and it would make me very cold. She continued to splash and my voice became more and more distressed. She ignored this, cuz duh, a little water never hurt anyone? But she eventually splashed me and i scolded her. I wasn't very cold nor wet, but it meant something else to me. She betrayed something i told her, and i even explained to her before hand why i didn't like it. So yeah it's stupid to most, but now i know i can't trust her with stuff like that, doesn't that seem a bit counterproductive to friendship. Wednesday was framed as a stuck up killjoy for not enjoying the birthday party she explicitly did not want, and yet i understand why. I think this is also a reason i liked this show; i liked wednesday, i related to her (kinda). She's not the Wednesday Addams character that she should be, but if you disconnect her from her roots (which you technically shouldn't since this is an adaptation) she's a fascinating character that could have had a lot more done with her.
So to end off: The plot is objectively bad, but a fun and easy watch. The characters are bad, but the main character is relatable yet lacking (which almost makes me wanna watch the next season because i want to see her expanded upon). She's fun by herself, but as a supposed wednesday addams adaptation, she falls completely flat of that title. Which is why i feel the show would have been better if it wasn't attached to wednesday. If it was just a show about ghouls going to school and the main character was an autistic coded character trying to survive among bullies while a murder mystery was being solved as a background plot, it would have been better. Think of it like a mix between monster high and gravity falls, heck it would have been nicer as a cartoon, though i did enjoy the visuals. I think wednesday should have had more conflicts with characters that actually hate her than just being a bitch to characters try to be nice. It's more forgiving in this context because wednesday is nd coded, but there has been a rise in the "everyone fucking hates me except no one hates me and everyone likes me" character archetype, like in the I am not starfire comic. It would have been nicer to see wednesday make a proper friend and in the mean time get back at actually horrible people, like bullies or bigots instead of people trying (and failing) to help her.
also TYLER AND XAIVIER SHOULD HAVE BEEN BOYFRIE-
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