#how I started going to therapy was writing a paper for an english

[abbyromanoff]

Hi 👋🏻 could u write gpWanda x reader x gpNatasha where Wanda is r gf and she doesn't know how to fuck reader properly so she ask Nat for help and N fuck r while W is watching?

I'm sorry if there are mistakes, english isn't my first language

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PAIRINGS: Wanda x reader, Wanda x Nat, Nat x reader

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WARNINGS: therapist/patient relationship, perv!Nat, nat and Wanda have dicks, subby!Wanda, Miss (N), threesome, exhibition, voyerisum, degrading, praising, breeding, therapist!Natasha, pet names, smut (obvi), pining, cunnilingus, dry-humping (kinda), bottom!R, top!Nat, Nat treating R like an object,

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Wanda sat on the couch with Natasha in front of her, sitting at her desk with a notebook in hand. The walls were painted a soothing gray, only adorning a few pieces of artwork. She had been seeing Ms. Romanoff for close to a year now after you suggested the idea of therapy, already having one of your own.

“I don’t know, it’s just hard I guess. I mean, I love them so much and I see myself having a future with them, but-” She paused, rubbing the back of her neck and adjusting her potion. Nat hummed, waiting for a response but speaking up when receiving none.

“But, what?”

“I- I want to- well, we don’t really-” She didn’t know why she was so nervous all of the sudden, she had been able to tell Nat almost everything but this seemed to be different.

“Trust me, I’ve most likely heard much worse here, whatever you say is confidential and free of judgment. Just take your time.” Wanda sighed and nodded, trying to figure out the words in her mind before speaking.

“I guess I just want to spice things up, you know? And don’t get me wrong, the sex is great but- but they were the first person I’ve ever done it with. I’m just scared they’re not satisfied and it worries me to think that I’m nowhere near as good as their past boyfriends or girlfriends.” She shrugged as if it wasn’t anything serious, but it was to her. She was a giving person, all she wanted was for you to be happy and well-pleasured, she wanted to impress you. But there was nothing to show off with, she had no skills in that aspect, that’s what she thought at least.

“Okay, that’s understandable.” Nat started. “Have you ever tried, say, having a conversation with them about this? I know you’re not great with communication but maybe just asking them what are some of the things they like or maybe even expressing your worries, I’m sure they’d listen.” She knew you would, but the idea of bringing such a thing up felt uncomfortable. She didn’t hate the thought of sex, but she hated the thought of talking about it. It felt like watching a sex scene on the television with your parents right next to you.

“I know they’d listen, I just don’t know how to, like, bring it up.” Wanda watched as Natasha moved her pen gently against the piece of paper, writing something down that she wished she could see.

“Alright, well, what if you invited them to a session, possibly our next one? We can bring up our discussion and your worries and maybe it could help ease them.” She spoke with such gentleness that it always made Wanda even more nervous. You had picked up on the way she’d always come home with a blush and a small smile after her appointments, but you just assumed she was happy to see you. And she was, but that wasn’t the full reason for her expressions.

“So it would be like couple’s therapy?”

“Yes, pretty much. I’ll have you two both share your sides and your feelings and we go from there.” Wanda could do that, she hoped so.

The one hour ended in what seemed like a few minutes as Nat said her goodbye’s to the woman, watching her leave as her eyes trailed down to her ass. The jeans fit her ass perfectly, it was impossible to stop the biting of her lip and the long sigh.

Truth be told, she had been planning this moment for too long. She remembered when she first ever saw you, Wanda showed her the picture she kept in her wallet of the two of you holding hands that were pointed to the camera with your lips attached in a sweet kiss. Before, she had been slightly upset when finding out that her client had a partner, even with the knowledge that it would ruin her career if she did anything. But then there was you, she didn’t expect you to be so beautiful.

The moment her last client left she went searching through your accounts, using your name to find anything on you. She was embarrassed to say she had stroked herself to multiple orgasms while scrolling through both you and your girlfriend’s photos. She was beyond ecstatic about next week’s visit, she could only hope you’d agree to go.

Luckily, you did. It took a little bit of convincing, when Wanda brought the idea up to you, you were frightened that you did something to upset her, but she quickly rushed that thought out of your mind. She didn’t tell you what exactly it was for, although you assumed it would be nice. You knew Natasha was an amazing therapist, she helped Wanda with all the things you struggled to help with. You were only human, and you didn’t have a degree like Nat, but your moral support meant just as much to your girlfriend.

“Wanda?” Her head shot up at the sound of Natasha’s voice, she quickly grabbed your hand and the two of you walked into her office. She closed the door behind you, her eyes catching a quick glimpse of your body. You were even better than the photos, she couldn’t wait.

“And you must be Y/N if I’m correct.” You nodded and shook her hand, giving her a warm smile as you removed your coat. Wanda did the same, grabbing yours and placing it on the coat rack in the corner of the room.

“So, I’m assuming Wanda has told you why you’re here?” When she looked down at her knees where her fingers rested, nervously picking the skin off of them, she knew her answer.

“Uh, not really. I was a little bit hesitant about this, but she told me there was nothing to worry about, so I’m hoping it’s nothing bad.” You shied away from Nat’s eyes, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks at the woman’s clear attractiveness. You didn’t exactly know what her therapist looked like, but now you wished you had done your research beforehand. She was stunning, breathtaking.

“Well, I can assure you that you have done nothing wrong, honey, there are just some topics we’d like to approach if that’s alright with you.” You nodded and interlaced your hand with Wanda’s, giving a small squeeze to assure her you weren’t upset. She had been planning what to bring up since the moment she left last week, but it seemingly all vanished by now.

“Do you have a therapist or a counselor of your own, Y/N?” It started off with simple questions, ones that you’d expect. That was until she started asking about your relationship and prior ones too. You shifted in your seat as she continued, feeling the immense pressure with both of their eyes on you.

“Now, tell me, Y/N, do you feel satisfied with Wanda?”

“Of course, I do. She’s such a great woman and I can really feel her love, I haven’t ever had someone like her.” You could see Wanda smiling next to you and you joined her. You truly loved this woman more than anything, you wanted to marry her someday and you hoped she thought the same.

“And sexually? Do you feel sexually satisfied with Wanda?” You nearly choked on your spit from her words, nervously chuckling in hopes to redeem yourself. She noticed your expressions and tried reassuring you, holding back as best she could when she patted your knee.

“It’s nothing I haven’t heard before, trust me. It’s normal to feel a sense of discomfort in these situations, but I promise that everything here stays confidential.” Her voice was able to soothe you and calm your nerves.

“Uhm, I’d say so, yeah. Obviously, there are some…things I’d like to try, but we haven’t approached that.” She nodded, as if she wanted you to go on. You didn’t know what to say, your words were stuck in your throat. You were experienced with the topic, but it wasn’t one you openly shared or talked about with others.

“Would you say your sex life is more vanilla than you want it to be?” You loved Wanda, you really did, but she wasn’t the greatest when it came to your intimate moments. You could feel her love through it, but you wanted to see her rougher side, you knew she was holding back on you.

“To be honest, yeah. I kind of like things to be a bit more..kinky, you know?” You could see the redness on Wanda’s cheeks and the tip of her ears as she shuffled her feet around. You felt sorry for making her embarrassed, but that’s why she brought you here in the first place.

“What would you consider kinky, darling?” Her pet name had your lips quivering ever-so-slightly before you came up with a response.

“I guess I just wish she was a bit more rough with me. And don’t get me wrong, I love that I can really feel her care for me but sometimes I just want her to, like, use me.” Nat scooted her desk chair closer to you two, placing her hand on your thigh softly. Wanda was still silent, she was probably too scared to speak up.

“You want to be used, Y/N?” You nodded slowly, feeling your eyes drift to her lips. You felt so dirty looking at her the way you did your girlfriend, but you also knew she was doing the same.

“Hm, who knew such a sweet little thing could be so dirty?” You could feel her hand rubbing small circles on your covered skin, her eyes staring deeply into yours. She trailed them over your body, taking all of you in.

“Does this turn you on, honey?” You nodded once again. “Yeah? Me touching you while your girlfriend watches, that makes you wet?” You gulped down your arousal as you felt her thumb teasing your clit through the fabric, your legs instinctively opening for more.

“Kiss them for me, Wanda; act like I’m not even here.” You looked in the brunette's direction, watching as she snuck glances between the two of you. She placed one hand on your cheek and the other on your lower back as you leaned in for her lips to meet yours. You moaned into the kiss as Nat rid you of your pants, dragging her fingers across your panties and smiling at the wet patch adorning them. The noise allowed Wanda’s tongue to slip into your mouth, the intrusion causing you to groan in pleasure.

Your fingers ran through Nat’s hair, pleading her to come closer. You could feel her hot breath teasing your slit as she slid your panties to the side, small kisses being pressed against your clit.

“Please, Ms. Romanoff.” You pulled away from Wanda to catch your breath, your head resting on her shoulder. Your eyes landed on her crotch as you noticed her palming herself, her hips bucking into her hand.

“You’re such a good girl. Say, why don’t we give Wanda a little lesson, okay?” She smiled when you complied without a thought in your mind. She stood up, guiding you to join her as she removed your shirt, grinning when she took notice of your lacey bra.

“It’s Wanda’s favorite, I was going to surprise her tonight.” She huffed out a chuckle and reached around behind you to unclasp it, shuddering as it fell and you were left in nothing but your panties.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long, baby. Now I can finally get my hands on you.” She had been so desperate to be alone in her office with the both of you, she wanted nothing more than to mark you both as hers.

She led you to her desk, her kisses trailing from your neck to your chest where her lips wrapped around your hardened bud. Your back was met with the wooden table as she lifted you to sit on it, her palms lingering on your soft thighs after she guided your last piece of clothing off of you. She parted them, dropping to her knees in front of you and staring up at you with lust in her eyes.

“Watch closely, Wanda.” You looked over to the woman at the mention of her name, biting your lip with hunger as you noticed her unbuttoned pants and her hand hidden inside of her boxers. She shuddered when you cupped your breast, using Nat’s saliva to help create a small rhythm.

Nat blew a teasing breath onto your pulsing clit before leaning in, taking the bud into her mouth. She sucked delicately, soaking in your moans and twitches. She was too engrossed in your taste to take notice of her growing erection in her pants.

“Oh, you look so pretty on your knees for me, Miss.” It was clear that she was still the one in charge, but her need for you was so great, she couldn’t care if she seemed weak. Wanda, while feeling a pang of jealousy, couldn’t deny the heat that was growing in her stomach. She felt as though she would burst any second, but she was trying to hold back. Her thumb would occasionally brush over her tip, causing her eyes to squeeze shut.

“Look at me, Wands; watch me.” She pried her eyelids open willingly, nearly whining when she saw you wrap your legs around her therapist’s head. You grinded into her face as her tongue tortured your hole, diving in and out repeatedly. She groped your ass in order to push you closer into her, her nose poking at your clit.

“Fuck! Fuck- right there, yes!” You covered your mouth with your hand in order to silence yourself, becoming ashamed of how loud you were. Neither of them were complaining though, they thrived off of your noises; it brought satisfaction knowing that they were the reason you were in such a deep state of pleasure.

“I’m- I’m gonna cum.” Nat smirked into your cunt as you were brought over the edge, your head falling back and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your silent screams filled the room as Nat continued to lap up your juices, Wanda watching with the wish that she was the one tasting you. You were addicting, a drug that she couldn’t get enough of. Every sway of your hips, every lick of your lips, every noise, and every word that left that sweet mouth was so alluring.

You were suddenly pushed to lie down, feeling the lumber underneath you bruise your back. You leaned up on your elbows to admire the woman as she undressed herself, running her hand through her short hair once as to fix what you tugged.

“Tell me, love, have you ever heard of breeding?” You nodded, receiving a slap to your cheek. Wanda widened her eyes at both the words and the rough contact, is this what you meant? Is this how you wanted her to treat you, like you were some no-good slut?

“Yes, Miss, I have.” She hummed, guiding her tip through your slit and gathering the wetness as a replacement for lube.

“When was the last time you ever pleaded to milk Wanda dry, hm? Beg her to slap you ‘till your skin turned black and blue? Or, better yet, when was the last time you got on your knees and asked her in that sweet little tone of yours to treat you like the dirty whore you are?” Your chest rose and fell with every breath you took, each one not feeling like it was enough.

“Never.” You shook your head as you answered, your eyes not being able to meet hers. She gripped your chin roughly, pulling you in close so her nose was practically touching yours.

“What was that?” She asked again, even if she had already heard you well enough.

“Never.” You repeated, this time louder. She clicked her tongue and shot you a disapproving glance.

“Mm, there’s always two sides to the matter. Here Wanda was not knowing what to do because you couldn’t communicate, do you think that’s fair on her?” The way she spoke, the light rasp to her voice was what caused the wetness already coating your thighs to increase.

“N-no, Miss.” She turned your head to face Wanda and she blushed in the moment you caught her. You could notice the stains now coating her boxers and the shameful look on her face; she had peaked with you. You didn’t know how you didn’t hear her, she was usually the louder one of you both. But you guessed that you were too far into your orgasm to care for anything else.

“Apologize to your girlfriend, Y/N, and tell her how sorry you are.”

“I’m sorry, Wanda, I’m sorry for not- not talking about my needs and wants when I should’ve. I’m sorry.” You stuttered over your words as you felt Nat’s cock prodding at your hole, her tip breaking way and creating a small stretch.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry too.” She spoke up, and for the first time this entire session, you were able to hear her voice. It was coated thickly with her Sokovian accent seeing as she had just moved here nearly eight months ago. You hoped it would never go away, no matter how long she lived in this country.

“See? You’re both already doing such a good job.” You both smiled at the praises, seeming to fish for them from the woman at bay. You sent a small ‘I love you’ to Wanda from across the room, although it was only mouthed out. Nat grabbed hold of your waist, pulling you towards her and causing her length to fill you up almost entirely. You gasped at the intrusion, crying out in pain as you clawed at the desk.

She continued to slowly lead you further, moaning to herself as your warmth clamped around her. Your tears only brought more delight to her heart, she could only grin when seeing them.

“You’ve been begging for Wanda to use you yet you can barely even take me? Aren’t you just a pathetic fucking slut.” Her fingertips ran along your face, her thumb rubbing gentle circles as a faux sense of comfort. She then brought them down to your neck, wrapping her palm around it and cutting off your airways. The only thing you could manage to get out were choked sobs and moans. The burning discomfort slowly eased into one of satisfaction as Nat slowly thrusted her hips into you, the sounds of skin clapping together ringing through all three of you guys’ ears.

“Did you know your girl likes to be choked, Wanda?”

“N-no, ma’am.” She chuckled at the title given to her. Her breasts bounced with every movement of her hips, her cock hitting your womb. There was a small yet noticeable bulge carved out on your stomach making her groan, she was so big compared to you.

“Hm, maybe in our next session we can teach Y/N a lesson too, what do you say?” She didn’t need another opinion to decide her answer, it was final. It wasn’t just the brunette at fault, you were required to voice your wants too, even if she’d have to force it out of you.

“Please-” You managed to get out when her hand removed itself from your bruising neck and found a spot on your waist, pressing down harder than before. She was practically resting her weight on top of you, causing the bone to struggle in holding her up.

“Shut your dirty fucking mouth, I don’t want to hear another word from you.” You were close, so close, and so was she. She was forcing her body to hold back, ensuring that you were to finish first.

Wanda’s erection only grew after her orgasm, her greed making her yearn for another. You were the only one who had ever been able to make her cum, she assumed there was no better. Shyly, she walked forward, her soiled clothing still masking her bottom half. She gave Nat a look, asking for permission to which she was granted.

“Don’t ask, sweetheart, force it.” She was so used to constantly asking if it was okay to do something to your body, after all, it wasn’t her choice. Every time you’d say yes, but there was always a nagging fear that you’d not want it and she had forgotten to ask. The thought made her sick, who would ever think to do such a thing?

“They want it, Wanda. Just rub yourself against them- perfect, just like that.” She praised when Wanda held you by the back of your neck and rutted her bulge against your face, the fabric rubbing against her hard length. She whimpered when your hand came up to rub her balls, your mouth peppering kisses over her cock.

“You close, baby?” You didn’t know who she was asking, but you both agreed. You continued to gently suckle while wishing you were able to truly feel her instead of the wrinkles in her trousers.

“Ah! S-shit, cum with me.” You followed her orders and let the coil in your stomach snap as you soaked her cock, feeling her release shoot deep inside of you.

You nuzzled against Wanda as you felt her twitching, only to notice a wet patch forming on her pants. She had leaked through her underwear while itching for more, the knowledge only fueled your pride.

You mewled as Nat pulled out of you, watching as the cum dripped down your cunt, some landing on the desk while other droplets fell to the floor. She didn’t bother looking for her clothes, instead pulling the younger girl in for a kiss before doing the same with you. It was passionate, both kisses were. You could sense the longing and the emotions in it that she tried to mask, only making you chase after her lips for more once she leaned back.

“Shall we plan your next appointment then?”

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[hearts4juzi]

"do NOT ask me about ggy or patient 46 because i WILL begin ranting"

You see, I am incapable of ever listening to anyone, ever, so I must ask about GGY and patient 46

I have absolutely no knowledge of modern FNaF lore; I have not read any of the books (something I plan to fix whenever my bank account stops bleeding) so you're gonna have to do some heavy lifting here and tell me all about it

Ooh boy rubs my hands together

okay so im gonna start with ggy because i love Tony and Ellis. (i dont have the book in front of me tho so this isnt gonna be 100% every detail)

GGY is about a kid named Tony Becker who has an assignment in his 6th grade english class. He has to write a fictional mystery with side plots that tie into the main plot. He chooses to do this with his two friends. They use pen names whenever they do their english projects together (sobs and wails and cries into my hands) and Tony picked Tarbell, and his friends were Boots and Dr. Rabbit (or Rab for short).

Tony wants to start working on their project, but Boots and Rab want to go to the fazcade. Tony gives in when rab backs up boots (tony sees boots as immature and worries about outgrowing him and hanging out more with rab) tony wanders around the fazcade trying to find inspo, and then notices someone named GGY with top scores on some of the games. when he asks other people about it, they tell him the scores are seemingly impossible, but when he asks a staff member, he's told they haven't been hacked.

At some point he makes an online blog to ask about it and a girl he'd talked to in the fazcade asks him to meet her. she tells him that she thinks this is more than just high scores, and that he should stay out of it.

Oh also freddy keeps watching tony and at some point begins following him.

Tony finds out that GGY has a hacked party pass (or it was like a fun pass or smth) that gives them access to much more than it should, working almost like a security card.

Tony then finds out one of the school counselors has gone missing, and he sneaks into the librarian's office to learn more about it. he finds out two other counselors have also gone missing, all of them having gone to the pizzaplex before disappearing.

tony writes his paper and gives it to Rab and Boots to look over, and when they come back the next day, they've changed it into a fantasy story. And GGY is labled as the wizard's favorite apprentice, rather than someone getting high scores on arcade games.

tony is upset with rab and boots and begins calling htem by their actual names.

Rab is Greg, Boots is Ellis.

tony is also in trouble for sneaking into the librarian's office and using her laptop, so he has detention shelving books.

Greg come and offers to take him to the pizzaplex when he's done, and it's kind of implied he killed him there.

again i have bad memory and i dont have the book in front of my so anyone can feel free to correct anythign i got wrong or missed

now onto patient 46 who's from the therapy tapes in sb.

this'll be undeniably easier because i can just listen to the tapes. patient 46 is also not confirmed to be gregory, its just a theory, so im just gonna call them 46.

its important to note that 46 does not speak.

everything here is things implied to have been nonverbally communicated to the therapist.

Tape 2:

It starts with the therapist talking about how the day is nice, but 46 doesnt like the light, so the therapist draws the blinds. she then comments on how 46 is not talking to her today, and says that she gets reviews from patients, and when 46 doesn't let her help them, she gets bad reviews. she tells 46 she could get in trouble and get put in timeout, which 46 finds funny.

Tape 4:

New therapist is here, she asks if 46 is going to talk to her, and they dont reply. she asks whats wrong, and they gesture to the flowers. the therapist comments on them being particularly fragrant and moves them. The therapist then comments on 46 staring at something, and says they're "amazingly alert." she says shed like to have 46 tell her about themself, but 46 does not. the therapist instead chooses to look through their notes. she also comments on the chair not fitting 46, but its not specified if its too big or too small. she then asks if 46 is bothered by a new therapist, but 46 doesnt seem surprised or confused at all. the therapist says shes surprised by whats in 46's notes. she says they have a "rebellious side" and a knack for computers, and explains the word phenom to them. the tape ends with her asking if 46 considers themself a hacker

tape 6:

new therapise again! she tells 46 shes already read their files and knows what theyve worked on. 46 asks for a candy, and she gives one to them, taking one for herself as well. she says she wants to start with 46's parents, and claims it was tragic but she doesnt think 46 has processed it emotionally. she says they wrote it like they had read it off of a book. (her exact words are they wrote an objective rather than a subjective narrative, but 46 didnt know what that meant.) she says 46 spends a lot of time alone and is good at self-dialogue, which she explains is "asking urself questions and getting answers" she tells them to try asking themself how they feel about what happened to them. she tells them to let themself be upset about it so they can let it go.

tape 8:

same therapist as 6! she asks 46 if theyve thought about what they talked about. 46 had told them their past had made them sad and scared. the therapist asks if they had written down exactly what made them feel that way. she then says she works with many people who respond to tragedy differently. she asks 46 if their fantasies would be different had this tragedy not happened to them.

Tape 13:

new therapist again! she says when shes getting to know a client, she likes to find out abt their hobbies. when she doesnt get a reply, she asks if they like sports. 46 tells her they like to watch sports, but not play them. and that they like to stay inside. the therapist then reluctantly tells 46 that their previous therapists have gone missing. except one who was found dead, and they said her body looked to be mangled by machinery. the therapist also comments that 46 doesn't look concerned about it. she jokes about watching her back, which 46 finds funny.

Tape 14:

same therapist as 13. she asks if 46 knows about the pizzaplex, and says the technicians who work there know them. theyve seen what they think is 46 on the security cameras. they say 46 was accused of hacking their systems. the therapist says that the hacks are causing tons of problems, but that there's no solid proof it was 46, and 46 finds it funny that the techs are having issues. she says she finds it weird that 46 would spend time in such a busy, crowded place despite their loner attitude. she asks if its the electronics that 46 likes. she also says theyve designed programs that talk to them and repeat phrases. she says it asks them questions and prompts for responses, like their own little therapist. she said at first she had thought they were talking to themself, but it seems more like they were talking to someone else. she asks who it was.

Tape 15:

same therapist as 13+14. she starts with asking if 46 wants to do an ink blot test. she shows them an image, and 46 asks to hold it. 46 says it reminds them of a mask. the therapist asks if 46 likes the idea of being disguised, and how they make you invisible. she says being invisible lets you get away with anything, and asks 46 if they like that idea. she then moves on to something else, telling 46 that it seems theyve been talking to someone else. she says the techs think that its someone trying to lure 46 away, or manipulate them. the therapist moves to where she can see 46's eyes, and says she got something different from the communications. she accuses 46 of manipulating someone, rather than being manipulated. she says they were recorded on the security cameras with someone else. she says that it looks like the person theyre with has rabbit ears, which 46 finds amusing.

Tape 16:

Same therapist as 13+14+15. she says shes gotten another message from the pizzaplex that says that theres a glitch in the system that makes the animatronics more eerie than entertaining. she says the glitch spread system-wide and infected all the machines. she also says it was traced back to 46. she says the glitch broadcasted a dangerous message. she also says that when the techs were trying to fix it, the source shifted. she says that the glitch changed from a glitch and became a set of sub-routines that were made to do exactly what the glitch was doing. (which basically means it stopped just being a glitch and became part of the system?? i think?? idk shit abt computers bruh) when 46 does not reply, she presses, saying she is on their side and wont tell anyone what is told to her during the session and that the techs have no proof it was 46, so theyre not in trouble. when 46 doesnt reply still, she brings up their past. 46 refuses to look at her, but she continues. she says it doesnt matter if they look at the floor, because nothing they told her about their parents was true. she says they had great parents, and a great childhood. she asks 46 why they lied, and tells them to look at her. she then says she understands why 46 would be upset about the confrontation, and says they can come back to this another day. the last line she says is "you're shaking your head like that's not going to happen."

UHM YEAH IM NORMAL ABOUT THEM LOL.

i have a lot of thoughts on both of these parts and i personally believe 46 is Gregory. but if i dumped all my thoughts we'd be here all day so have this long ass explanation instead

#fnaf #ggy #patient 46 #dr. rabbit #fnaf security breach #tony becker #TZU rambles #a lot #TZU asks

[ofmermaidstories]

(This is all about ''Something (just like this'' :], i apolagize in advance)

Theres an auther (you, i'm thinking of you) that has given sutch weight to the simple human pains everyone has, let them cary a greaf in every breath they're mentioned, i can't help but ache with the mc as one because i get it, i understand and even if i handn't felt the same pain that crushes your hope of ever being loved in the same way you do, if i hadn't though myself cynical and bitter the way she does i still think i'd get it.

I still think i'd be able to see myself cradle my heart like an infant, even though it's an old ugly, terrable creature.

The plots so ritch it's unbalivable that i get to read your works for free, like i knew it was her bestfried the second our artist glaced over her sholder and saw her drawing kids with guns in masks. But it was her best-fucking-fried, who dies without answering her livid questioning.

It's her constant self awair bitternes to the person she is that just-

Chefs fucking kiss.

Like the way she views herself and everyone else she thinks threatens the few things she sees as good in her with a sort of cynicalnes, but through herself that is bloody perfect.

Shes insane for the shit she pulls, Gods i love her.

I cannot expres enough of my love for the way you craft your words, the story and the way you put so mutch care into it makes me ill.

Izuku is caprured so well, his whole being being intertwined with Katsukies-....i am going feral as we speak.

Also her being an artist so acuretly presented, it's insane, the way she is about her skill, her talents, her works and her instuments and the way there are these little moments she wants to capture is so stupidly accurate to how i see the world as a creative. Always hungry and always craving to make, even when im no where near a peace of paper or even the shittiest of pens.

Im grinning and in fucking tears. (As i was writing all of this in my notes i wasn t even that far into the last chapter.)

Holy fuck, god i fucking despise Hana. And i get why, and im amazed at how her resoning, her pain and anger dosn't justify(?) shit when i've seen a lot of things where someones inhumane actions get swept under the rug cus they were hurting quietly, or something.

She was like a quirk nazi. Nothing redeams(?) that, y'know?

Auther i am shaking you by the sholders, and im sorry if my nails dig in too deep but holy fuck. Breathings hard, fic so good my rib cage has started to feel too small for my heart, and my lungs, and the hole your story has carved inbetween all of it.

Fic so good i haven't even gotten to the end and i want to thank you for, for all this has done to me. I'm shit with fics where there are a lot of words, no matter how mutch i love the characters and yet, and yet somehow this is one of the 100k + fanfics i have enjoyed every gut wrenching second of.

I feel like vomiting

In fact

I might.

They all need therapy after this, methinks.

(I know this is long and loopy, and my english (my second language) is not great, and that ultametly i kinda said nothing but i needed you to see (at least a little bit of) how insanely wonderful your craft is)

Anywho, i still haven't finished, and that was a lot of words, but i hope you have a lovely 24 h, i wish you the best with all of your future works. "Something (just like this)" has...given me brain damadge i'm guessing.

Blue, there is nothing to apologise for, I think you are wonderful. 🥺 You said everything. 🥺 From this message alone—from you taking the time to write it, and send it, I can tell you that there’s nothing about your heart that’s old or ugly or terrible. If anything, I think it’s golden—like the afternoon sun, reflecting all that good light back until it’s too much to hold. 🥹🫀✨

But okay, lemme try and do the thoughtfulness of this ask some justice. 🥹💕 God, to be honest I kinda worried about Hana, and her place in the story. Like—knowing how it was going to end. I think a lot of us will end up parting ways with people in our life that were important—and some, unfortunately, for ugly reasons. Hana’s betrayal is like, so extreme, so dramatic and terrible. And it doesn’t just hurt Reader, it hurt other people, kids. Like sure, Hana was hurt—but then she turned around and hurt others, willingly. And there’s no justice for the ones she directly affects. You’re right, Blue. You can’t redeem that—you can only pick up the pieces around it.

Tbh, I think Reader’s bitterness would’ve made building a life after it all that much harder, if it weren’t for other people. 🥹 Like—Scribbles cynical nature was such a fun part of writing the fic, lmao, and it absolutely would’ve made life that much harder for her in the aftermath if she didn’t have support. 🥹 I think someone like Scribbles, who barely trusts themselves, was a good match/contrast for Izuku who—like, even in canon is learning to overcome the worst of his most fear-driven habits. It gives him the ability to see Scribbles in a way that—that she needed. 🥺

Bluey!!! You’re an artist too??? Like our Reader. 🥹 The need to document everything is so real lmao. Like—it’s constant!! An insatiable way of looking at the world. 🥹 How do I capture this, how can I do this. I literally just had that feeling the other night, driving home under a perfectly straight trail of cloud like a comet’s tail. The sky was that perfect, indigo glow, and there was a single star alongside of it and it genuinely looked like the trail of a meteorite streaking over the sky and I wanted to remember everything about it. I wanted to draw it, write it, anything to keep it.

Blue, you have said so many kind things about my writing. 🥺 Either in this ask or in the tags of other things. And!!! It means so much to me, every time. 🥺 This is what I mean when I say you have a reflective, golden heart. 🥹💛🌿 I’m always going to be glad that like, I could write something that made you wanna reach out and say hello, lmao, but mostly I’m just glad you’re here. ☀️

(Also, as an aside—you mentioned a song, in the tags of one post a little while ago. I wanted you to know that I immediately ran to spotify to try and find it, lmao, and listen to it and like, now it lives in my likes and every time I listen to it I think of you and also of maybe trying to write a Bakugou worthy of the association, lmao. It’s such a sweet song, Blue, thank-you for the new music 🌷)

#ofmermaidstories-asks #something just like this — fic

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i wanna hear about all your fics!! so bachelor au, blinding baby like city lights, news paper au and love aint fair at all!!

Ahh bless you nonny. Some of these are still just outlines but a few have chapters posted.

Starting with OUTLINES

The Bachelor Au: This is still one of my favorite ideas lol, born of my love of the insanity that is the bachelor franchise and the poorly concealed producer plants who are clearly just there for the drama. You can't tell me Billy wouldn't make a perfect Chad. The gist is Steve is the first Bisexual bachelor contestant. An icon, An American sweetheart looking for love. Robin and The Party are crew members and all the stranger things teens are contestants (Nancy, Chrissy, Eddie, Jason, Argyle, Heather) vying for his hand and represent various types of typical bachelor contestants. The funny ones, the good guys, the people there for clout, the people who somehow think they can get away with going on a dating show while still involved in a situationship back home, and the people who decide to do a reality show instead of go to therapy for their bag of issues. Billy is an instagram model hired by producers to be the seasons 'villian' and be hated by the audience. It's just supposed to be a free vacation where he gets to make some extra cash to be his most extra before he's finally sent home. But oops, they fall in love. Leaving them to figure out how they build a life together after the show when there are NDA's involved and they are the most hated ship in America.

Newspaper Club Au: This is a no upside down college fic featuring Billy/Nancy friendship, nerd!billy and jock!Steve. I haven't decided yet whether it's modern, 80s, or an ambiguous setting but the basic gist is the boys meet in college. Steve is there on a sports scholarship and chose California to follow Nancy, now his ex-girlfriend. Billy's an English major who works on the school paper with Nancy (one of his electives). He's pissed when she puts him on the sports column as it means he actually has to attend the games. He starts using the column to flirt with/aka harass swimmer Steve through increasingly ridiculous and suggestive commentary. The campus thinks it's a riot. Steve thinks Billy's an asshole and making him the butt of a joke just because he's a "dumb jock". Nancy plays matchmaker and also saves the integrity of her paper by finagling Billy into helping Steve write an essay for his English literature elective. Billy takes the opportunity to show him he was 1000 percent serious about wanting to know if his dick is even bigger out of the speedo.

Onto the POSTED fics

Blinding Baby Like City Lights: Is a dom/sub au where everyone is either a dominant, submissive, or switch. Basically some people need to dominate to stay balanced and others need to submit, or some mix of the two. And everyone responds differently to different things, creating many different 'types.' Naturally not all types are good for each other. Billy is a masochistic sub, has known it for a long time but wasn't safe to explore it growing up with an abusive sadist for a father. He's managed to claw his way out of his abusive home and become a successful business man who is often mistaken for a dom. He found family in Heather & Chrissy, but never a dominant he can trust enough to handle him and give him exactly what he needs. Steve's a recovering sadist. Too much privilege and neglectful parents lead him to some pretty unhealthy and toxic tendencies in his relationship with his first love Nancy. Losing his sub nearly broke him, but he broke good and has been rebuilding his life with his best friend Robin for the last few years. He just wants to take care of people by making good food, and find someone he can take care of always, without having to be afraid of his own desires. Steve might just be perfect for Billy, and Billy might just be what Steve needs to finally embrace who he is.

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When you have so many WIPs you confuse two of them.

Love Aint Fair At All: Werewolf au + a/b/o dynamics. This is a retelling of Snow White that takes place in an alternate version of Hawkins where magic exists. Some peoples magic makes them Wolf Shifters (people who are born with the ability to turn into wolves) and others use their magic to bend the external elements, these people are called Hags. Steve lives in the Cold Zone, a portion of the country that is suffering under a powerful Hags curse. Billy is a Wolf Shifter, exiled from their former pack in California, he and Neil make their way as huntsmen for hire. But everything goes to shit wen Neil brings the family to Hawkins to serve Steve's cousin Elsie, a powerful and mysterious Hag whose obsession with beauty and power threatens to cover the world in ice. The only thing holding her at bay is an old curse that limits her powers and a prophecy that promised one day an omega child would be born who was fairer than her. Good thing Steve is a perfectly normal bland beta boy - until he isn't.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #answered asks #FWF

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Hey! First of all I'm in love with the way you write honey <3 and my request is Dano!Riddler and his psychiatrist smut (who treated him before he became the Riddler ) but my ideia is he goes to jail in Arkam like at the end of the movie, but Eddie starts sending her letters and when he manages to escape from arkam he goes after her because he is in love/obsessed with her. (sorry my english isn't that good.)

Stay still

A/n: thank you so much! I love this idea! It took a long time, cause I’ve been struggling with writers block. So I’m sorry about that, but here it is. Hope you like it x

Dano!riddler x afab!reader

Word count: 2,5k

Summary: You were just doing your job, never in a million years would you think that it would get you here. Spreading your legs for your patient.

Warnings: smut, language, dom!riddler, mentions of stalking, mentions of murder, dub-con ish?

You stepped into your flat. Feeling drained of energy from the many hours of work. The past few weeks had been exhausting. Ever since your former patient Mr. Nashton was imprisoned, your life had been a living hell. The police had been questioning you nonstop, and you had to testify in court. Something you hadn’t done before, considering you were fairly new to the therapy business. You still could feel the way he was looking at you during those testimonies. Almost like you betrayed him. Weirdly enough that wasn’t the worst part. Literally hundreds of reporters and journalists had been trying to reach you. Asking you anything and everything. Standing outside your apartment complex all day. Waiting for you like vultures. You had seen some pretty awful stuff been said about you as well. How you probably was in on it. That you knew, but didn’t tell anyone. Some people would even go as far to say that you had an affair with him. Something that wasn’t true. None of it was true.

You walked into the kitchen, pouring a glass of water and downing it at once. Feeling the thirst that had been itching your throat for hours, finally disappear.

“Rough night?”

Your sister walked up to you, leaning against the counter.

“That’s one way of putting it.”

It got quiet for some time as you put the glass away. Walking closer to her.

“Thank you for watching the dogs on such a short notice. I wasn’t planning on working overtime tonight.”

She nodded and patted you shoulder.

“No worries, I have to get going though. I’d like to say good night to the kids.”

You nodded and smiled, as she walked over to her jacket.

“Say good night from me as well.”

You said to her as she walked towards the door.

“I will!”

She slightly yelled back. You could hear the door opening.

“Oh, and for gods sake, start getting your mail! Your postbox was overflowing again!”

She added, as you heard the door close behind her. You looked over at the pile of envelopes laying on your kitchen counter. You sighed, as you sat down on the bar stool. Starting to open the mail. One by one. A few bills, some coupons you’ll never use, a weird handwritten note from Arkham. The usual. Wait. Handwritten note from Arkham? You grabbed the letter again. Looking at the horrible writing, that was frighteningly familiar. She started to read it slowly.

“Dear Y/n.

I figured I’d write you. I want to apologise for everything that has happened to you because of me. It was never my intention. I do find it funny how so many think we had a relationship… I do think about that myself as well. If the circumstances were different, my love I promise you I’d be standing outside. Patience is key. Wait.”

You dropped the paper in shock. It wasn’t signed, but you didn’t need that to know who sent you this. You calmed your breath. It was just a letter. There was nothing to worry about. Just ignore it, and he’ll forget about it. You told yourself, as you grabbed it and threw it in the bin. You already had enough on your mind, this was nothing to worry about.

A week goes by, and there’s no letter in your mailbox. You’re finally able to relax. It had been almost two months since Edward was imprisoned. You weren’t the hottest thing in town anymore, and the news had gone back to normal. You were relieved that you could focus on your job again. On Thursday you checked your mail as you came home from a walk with the dogs. Expecting anything, but still getting surprised when you saw the letter from Arkham. You looked around. Scanning the halls of your apartment complex. You didn’t know why, but this whole thing made you feel uneasy. You hurriedly walked into your flat, feeling your heart rate go up by the second. This time the writing was more intense.

“Y/n

Why are you not answering me? I’ve given you time, you have to give me time. Don’t ignore me. Wait for me. Just wait.”

He was getting angry. A million thoughts went through your head, as a knot formed in your stomach. What did he mean by wait? Wait for him? You could either let this letter slide as well, or call the police. You calmed yourself down, and laughed at your own thought. It’s literally just a letter. He can’t hurt you, he’s behind bars. You’re not in danger, so why would you even think about calling the police? He’s probably just bored. You knew he had a temper, but it was harmless. At least he always was harmless towards you. You rubbed your eyes, feeling tired. Him sending you letters wasn’t anything to worry about, you told yourself. It wasn’t until a week later you realised that it was taking a turn. Numerous letters with short messages started arriving almost every day.

“Answer me.”

“I need you.”

“I don’t know how much longer I can stay away from you.”

“I’m sorry.”

The short letters never failed to give you chills. He was usually so talkative. Only one sentence was rare from him.

It wasn’t until a Friday night that you understood how serious he was. Your hands were shaking as you read the three sentence letter over and over. Hoping that you’ve read something wrong. But you haven’t, it’s right there. In black and white.

“I know where you live, y/n. I’m coming. Just wait.”

This was starting to get out of hand, you decided. You didn’t want to call the police before. Just to not disturb them with a few creepy letters. But now, you felt as if your life was in danger. You grabbed your phone. Starting to dial the emergency number, but suddenly stopped. A knock at the door. You froze. Was it him? No, it couldn’t be. He’s in Arkham! You pulled yourself together. Still holding your phone close to you, as you stepped closer and closer to the door. You peaked out the peeping hole. No one. With a quick exhale you opened the door. Looking around for whoever knocked on your door at this time. You looked to the right, seeing no one. Before you got pushed back into your own flat. You let out a yelp, as the door slammed shut in front of you. And there he stood. His tall frame towering over you. This was the moment you’d been dreading for the last months. Meeting him again.

“Hello, y/n. Long time, no see.”

He said as he walked closer to you. His loose fitting orange and white clothes almost glowing in the dim lit apartment. You backed away from him, feeling your breath getting heavier.

“No, no. Baby, don’t back away from me.”

He sounded desperate. Like he needed you. You looked behind you. Seeing the wall getting closer and closer. Soon you would have to be near him.

“Stay away from me.”

You said calmly. He tutted, shaking his head slightly.

“Don’t say that. I know you don’t mean it.”

You reached the wall, now locked in a corner. His face turned into a smile. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted. Your phone received a message and lit up. You looked over at it, and shortly he did as well. Before he could turn back, you threw yourself down at the floor without thinking. Feeling despair and fright fill your body. Acting on your instincts only. You crawled over trying to reach the phone. But right before you could, a strong grip formed around your hair. Pulling you close to a firm body. You screamed in pain. His free arm slipped around your waist. Holding you in place. You tried your best to struggle against him.

“Stop it, y/n.”

He said strictly. You continued regardless, feeling his grip around your hair tightening even more. Now fighting to get away from him. The phone was irrelevant at that point. But you had to stop, afraid that he’d actually pull your hair out. Shivers went down your spine, as you heard him smiling behind you. He bowed down, engulfing his face in your hair. Slightly moaning at the scent.

“At last, we’re finally together.”

He whispered in your ear.

“Don’t hurt me.”

His hand left your hair, and hooked under your arm and over your shoulder. You quickly placed your hand over his forearm. Afraid that he would try to choke you.

“I could never hurt you, my love.”

You were trying your best to not cry.

“Edward, please. I don’t- I don’t understand.”

He sighed, letting go of you and getting up.

“Stay still.”

Too afraid to do anything else, you complied. He walked over to your phone, now with a broken screen. He looked at the message you had received.

“It’s just your sister.”

He asked, placing the phone in his pocket. You looked at him confused. How did he know that she was your sister? In your contacts she was just written down by her first name.

“How do you know?”

You asked shortly. He flashed a short smile.

“I know everything about you. I used to stalk you, you know.”

You were sitting on your knees, hands folded. Just like he’d always dreamt. You looked terrified though.

“I used to stand outside your window at night. Seeing you come home from work. All exhausted and worn out. But you still looked beautiful. So beautiful.”

You nodded, adverting your eyes to the floor. You were terrified. Imagining all the things he would’ve seen throughout the years. He stepped slowly over to you again.

“Look at me.”

You looked at his shoes instead. Studying them like they were a work of art.

“I said look.”

He grabbed your jaw harshly, forcing you to look up at him.

“This is the man you’ve created, y/n. You sent me to Arkham. You made me a criminal. Why would you testify against me? I thought we had a connection.”

His hand loosened up. Now caressing your cheeks, feeling your smooth skin.

“I thought it was you and I.”

“There was never a you and I. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You grew confidence out of the blue. Having a feeling that he actually wouldn’t harm you.

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t feel it.”

“I’m not pretending. I am a professional, it was my job to listen to you. It’s not my fault that you turned into a-“

You made the crucial mistake of raising your voice at him. And was suddenly met with a hard slap against your cheek. You looked away from him, still in shock. Tears prickled at the back of your eyelids. You had to step lightly.

“Look what you’ve done to me. Now I’m a woman beater as well!”

He screamed. Your heart was beating probably the fastest it ever had. You looked back to him.

“Let’s talk about this ok?”

You said in a calm voice. Your hand slid up his thigh. His chest started heaving at your touch.

“We can talk, just like we did before.”

He looked down at you with half open eyes. Asking, no, daring you to continue.

“Please Edward. We don’t need to solve things with harshness.”

Your hand was awfully close to his already visible bulge. And he let out a satisfied sigh as your hand went over it. The feeling he had been waiting for for years. You understood what you had to do, as you reached for the button of his trousers.

“Stop.”

He suddenly said. You looked concerned up at him. Scared of what he was going to say next. He squatted down to be at your level, grabbing your chin.

“As much as I love your beautiful mouth, I need to fuck something else. I need to feel you.”

You let out a shaky breath at his words. Never had you heard him say anything like that. A mental conflict appeared on your head. Why did you find it attractive? He’s a psychopath, a murderer. But still you could feel your body reacting to him. He grabbed your hand and helped you up from the floor. He pushed you over to the kitchen. Shoving away the stuff from the counter, making everything fall down with a loud bang. He pressed your face down onto the counter, and you immediately arched your back. Excited to see this part of him. He didn’t strike you as such a dominant man. He pressed himself against your ass, and leant over to whisper in your ear.

“Stay still.”

You nodded, and he went back up. Undressing you hastily. Once your entire lower half was uncovered, he started working on his own clothes. As fast as he could, desperate to finally be able to feel you. After so many years of lusting after you. He stroked himself a few times before pushing into you. Not giving you any time to adjust to his size, and starting a rapid, punishing speed. You moaned as he started hitting into you. Feeling your walls clench around him. You grabbed the counter, needing some sort of stability.

“Fuck- you’re so tight.”

He said as he grabbed your hips. So harshly that he was sure you’d get bruises.

“I’ve wanted you like this for such a long time.”

He continued to speak. You were unable to answer him, being fucked like no one ever had fucked you before. He suddenly slapped your ass.

“Spreading your legs for me like a whore.”

He moaned after that sentence, as you clenched around him again.

“You like that, huh?”

You nodded, feeling a tear slide down your chin. He grabbed your hair, pulling you close to his body. Still fucking into you like an animal.

“Use your words, baby. I wanna hear that pretty voice.”

He started kissing your neck from behind, still holding your hair in a tight knot.

“Yes, please-“

You could feel him smile against you.

“Please what?”

You weren’t able to form words again. The new position making him hit your spot over and over.

“Say it.”

He demanded. He reached down your body and started rubbing your clit. Another wave of pleasure flew through you.

“Please fuck me, Edward. Just like that.”

You answered. And it clearly pleased him, as he started going even faster.

“I’m going to fill this tight fucking pussy up, baby.”

You felt yourself getting closer and closer.

“I’m coming-“

You managed to say, before your entire body tensed up. As the orgasm hit you.

“Me too, baby”

He said as well, before releasing inside you. The two of you filled the room with moans and cries as you rode out your orgasms. Once finished he pulled out, tucking himself back in. You needed a few moments to recover, and fell back down onto the counter. He leaned over you again.

“You look beautiful like this.”

He said and brushed your hair away from your face. You gave him a short tired smile, and he kissed your forehead.

“I would love to stay the night, but I have places to be. They should be looking for me.”

He got off you and started walking away. You turned around.

“Wait, are you leaving?”

You asked, not sure why you were so opposed to the idea. He’s a criminal, the faster he gets out of your house, the better. But for some reason you wanted him there. He gave you a short smile, before walking over to the door.

“Just answer your mail please.”

#paul dano #dano!riddler #paul dano x reader #paul dano x you #the riddler #riddler #the batman 2022 #the riddler x reader #dano!riddler x reader #the riddler x you #dano!riddler x you #the riddler 2022 #edward nashton x reader #edward nigma x reader #edward nashton #edward nashton x you #paul dano the riddler #riddler x you #riddler x reader #dano riddler #riddler fanfic #request

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Session #25 (Bnha x twisted wonderland fic)

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A/N: this is my first time posting on here so please go easy on me

Info: mentions of kidnapping, vague mentions of twisted wonderland characters, bnha oc (female), therapy

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“Ah, welcome back Aizawa-chan. How are you today?”

“…”

“…we shall get started on where we last left off, Aizawa-chan.”

*rustle of papers in the background*

“From our last session with both of your fathers included, they had mentioned how your academics had severely improved compared to a year ago. If by chance… Did your kidnappers get a private tutor for you?”

“… three of them. Tutors I mean.”

“Three tutors, you say? Do you mind to elaborate on what they taught you?”

*soft ruffing against furniture*

*sighs* “you know… the basics of general education? Math…English… Science…History… P.E…”

“Could you perhaps describe each of the tutors? It could help with the investigation…”

“…the tutor who taught both English and History was a more older man… grayed hair slicked back. He always had his cat in his arms or on the table as he did the lessons…. Kinda like a grandfather if I could say… it was always nice to listen about his life stories…”

*soft scribbles against paper*

“The second tutor for science and math…he’s a year older than dad. He had his hair half-black and other one half-white and wore this fluffy soft fur coat everyday…. He was strict while teaching but he cared about safety when it came to science… he calls me pup most of the time…”

“It sounds like you were fond of this tutor… especially with the nickname for you.”

“… before you could write down such disgusting accusations, He was more of a dad than anything… he cared about my wellbeing and education… I accidentally called him papa once and it went from there…”

*the scribbling stops*

“… Aizawa-chan, you know you don’t have to protect these people right..? You went missing for a year… you have lots of people wanting to find them and to bring justice for you…”

“They didn’t do anything to me! If anything… they made me feel… accepted… I felt accepted by them more than anything.”

“They made you feel accepted..? How?”

“They just did. Even though they had magic quirks, they made me feel accepted… like I was one of them even though I was the odd one out…”

*silence*

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“Our time is nearly out… we seemed to have made a slight bigger progress in this session than any other of our sessions… before time is definitely out, your dad had mentioned, before the start of this one, you created this plush animal. A cat with blue flames coming out of the ears… he said you named it and carry it with you everywhere but I don’t see it on you…”

“… I didn’t want to bring him to these sessions…”

“Him?”

“Yes… I didn’t want to bring Grim here with me… the plush that is…”

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#twisted wonderland #bnha #twisted wonderland x bnha #first post #please be gentle #bnha oc #bnha fic #disney twst #twst oc #twst

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writing questions tag!

tagged by @lexiklecksi, thank you!!

1 - What is your absolute all-time favourite ideas you’ve ever had?

Hm…I love all my current wips, but I think my favourite fun idea was the one I had for nano a few years back, called Gywnn Doomshard vs the Forces of Light, which was a comic fantasy from the POV of the literal forces of darkness, where instead of the Heir of Darkness being chosen from the long-time family of darkness for the most recent go-round of ‘fight the forces of Light’, his bodyguard got chosen instead.

It was a super fun book, playing with loads of tropes; the dragons unionised, magic only worked on you if you consented, there were imps everywhere, the Castle of Darkness was partially sentient…it’s an idea I really want to go back to one day. It’s very inspired by things like Dungeon Keeper/War for the Overworld, Grunts!, The Princess Bride, Labyrinth, Shrek and that kind of trope-y, fun genre. All the characters were so much fun to write.

2 - Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you, and you still think about sometimes?

Nothing comes to mind particularly.

3 - What is your favourite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

When I get to the point in a story where I’m making it do what I want. When all the ideas come together, I get that little spark of ‘yes!’ and I can make the words sing. (also I love creating characters).

Obscure grammar rules can go away. I can’t remember them. I have to google things all the time. English is a stupid language and no-one should ever speak it but unfortunately it’s the only one I know.

4 - What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

To have the story I want to read. And lately, to make the people that read my writing go ‘AAAHHHH SPACE WHY’. That latter is the reason I’m planning to post Renegade Prince online somewhere with comments. I love those interactions. I save all the good comments I get and look at them when I’m feeling down.

5 - What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever read or been given as a writer?

That one tumblr post/several variations on it that if you’re stuck in a story, go back about ten lines and try again. If you write yourself into a corner, reverse out of the corner. It has saved me so many times: whenever I get stuck, I think of it, and apply it, and it fucking. works. every time.

6 - What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

That editing is where the magic happens. That first drafts are just to get an idea down, and that your writing will shine afterwards.

7 - What is your favourite story you’ve written to completion? Link it if you’d like and can!

Honestly recency bias is showing, but some of my fics lately I just really love. The series they’re part of aren’t done, but the stories themselves are. so for right now, I’m going to say body mine from obsession. It’s nothing like what I usually write, but it was so much fun to weave that strange little story and try something different.

8 - What is your favorite out-of-the-box quote?

WRITE IT BADLY. Write it badly, write it badly, write it badly, write it badly. Stop what you’re doing, open a Word document, put a pencil on some paper, just get the idea out of your head. Let it be good later. Write it down now. Otherwie it will die in there. - Brandon Sanderson

9 - Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so, and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

hm, I don’t know about controversial as such…certainly Vizaeth has the most unusual mindset: he’s so wrong about so many aspects of his life, but is fully convinced he’s right about them, and that the pain those things cause is correct (to be inflicted upon him, or upon others). Personally I don’t think even therapy would fix him, but it would help.

Otherwise, perhaps The Daemoness, who is an OC I rarely write about publically, but is the ruler of a hive-mind empire she built herself. Her powers enabled her to chain souls to herself, so every demon on her planet, and every creature on every planet she dominates become a part of her. She believes she’s doing what’s necessary: her actions ended the wars on her planet, and by taking over other planets, she leaves ‘peace and unity’ in her wake. However, she is by her nature a very bloodthirsty creature and craves the challenge of battle, so she’ll never be satisfied.

I just really like characters whose actions are reprehensible but whose internal logic chains make perfect sense to them, such that they couldn’t be another way. I disagree with Demoness that ‘dominating and soul chaining every living thing in the universe’ is the way to achieve personal satisfaction and universal peace, but damn she’s fun to write when I do write her.

10 - If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

younger me would be so extremely hyped. look at all these words we wrote! we finished things? actually finished them?? and people like them?

they’d be a little confused at how gay and trans everything is but don’t worry, they’ll figure it out.

no-pressure tagging @vollzz @loopyhoopywrites @sam-glade and @saltwaterbells

blank questions under the cut:

What is your absolute all-time favourite ideas you’ve ever had?

Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you, and you still think about sometimes?

What is your favourite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever read or been given as a writer?

What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

What is your favourite story you’ve written to completion? Link it if you’d like and can!

What is your favorite out-of-the-box quote?

Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so, and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

#writeblr #tag games #writing questions tag game #space has thoughts #zero pressure on the tags ik this is a longer one! #but this was fun!!

[personalanonymousrants]

I'm in a weird place in life, story time.

Every hour in my day is spent staring at a screen while sitting in my couch. Studies? Online. (Currently in vacation so yeah, not even studying) Friendships? Online, and currently very few (2 to be exact). Therapy? Online, once a week. Mental stimulus? Reading random posts on all sort of subjects online. Do I leave my house for anything, ever? Very, very rarely. Irl friends/companies? My ex, only him (he's not a monster, I assure you). We see each other every weekend and occasionally after he leaves work on a weekday when I *need* to get out of the house even if it is for just one hour to grab a coffee and watch the street.

I feel like I'm floating in the void of outerspace, completely lost.

Recently, I've been bombarded by my own thoughts of projects I abandoned. If you're reading this, brace yourself, this gonna be long. From 8 years of age I took great interest on reading, writing, acquiring knowledge (not always useful), learning languages (here am I fluent in English now). 12 years of age, I absolutely loved writing on notebooks (I'd always carry 3 of them EVERYWHERE in my backpack, each for a different topic). I would also spend hours on end drawing anime/mangá style art. 14 years of age, I got my very first tablet and began trying digital art and painting, while maintaining all the rest. I carried on all of those interests and hobbies until my 15 years of age.

In between 12 and 15, my privacy was breached many times and I got bullied for my art, for my texts, for my attempts creative expression as a whole. I was not one to express verbally already (actual autism, selective mutism), because talking felt unsafe and bullying made that worse. Overtime, artistic and creative expression felt less and less safe.

Until by 15 years of age I got into an abusive relationship and dropped everything. I lost my voice, and what was left of my ability to express myself along with my dignity and self-respect. I just gave up for good on trying to express myself in any way.

Got out of that relationship at 17. Entered another one with an alcoholic, made some attempts at trying to start writing again, on private, password protected journals on a website I won't disclose. Again I was forced to let someone read my stuff and had verbal stones thrown at me. By 19 I left that relationship, and entered another one. Healthier one, but not perfect, still with some toxic traits because nobody is perfect he is unable to understand some things about me and is unaware of others, all he knows is I'm traumatized (got PTSD from the 2 previous relationships), mentally fucked and hard to deal with. [He also has untreated ADHD (which doesn't favor him being able to listen to my long explanations of what's actually going on with me), and a very critical personality (though he means to be constructive, he lacks sense. Both of us think he might be autistic as well as he does identify with it, but he can't focus on learning more about it as he can't for any other psychology or neurodevelopment/neuroscience topic, at least he tried).]

I again tried to recover my interests and means of creative expression through art and stuff, but as a critical designer he'd give his unsolicited opinion and again unknowingly take away my freedom of expression by accident when he was only trying to help, he was unaware on how his comments hit me in a very different way and I was unable to communicate that to him, explain, or make him aware. That relationship ended by unrelated reasons when I was 22, in May. Just over a year ago. It was very hard to deal with the breakup and he remains as my only in-real-life friendship/social interaction other than my mom and occasionally grandparents.

I am currently 23 years old, I want to try to recover/reclaim my life, my voice, my creative power, creative expression, writing, drawing on paper, doing digital art. I started by beginning in oil painting, my paintings are unfinished and have been sitting in my shelves for months now with no new alterations. I feel like writing and I know not what to write about because there is this huge block which is something in between a creative block and a sense of danger/unsafe in my chest.

I feel like drawing on paper but I don't even try all the progress I worked so hard on making in my skills between 12 and 15 was totally lost. I don't know what to draw anymore (nothing comes to mind) and when I try it feels like everything is too ugly. Digital art is even worst. It's worth mentioning I lost any precision I had with a pen or pencil (I also shake a lot due to Anxiety and PTSD). So I decided to focus on other areas of life, started college online in a unrelated subject, while pursuing this technical degree online I'm also trying entrance exams for another university in a totally different bachelor (psychology) to do both at the same time.

I made projects that would suit well this focus on other areas:

Finishing oil paintings.

Reading Tarot/Sibilla/Lenormand professionally.

Teaching English conversation.

I have not taken a single step forward in any of those. It's like I'm petrified into staring at the computer and doing the same things over and over again:

Studying

Talking to online friends

Browsing random knowledge

Reading random books

I have lost my capability to organize my life/tasks and move things forward, completely. The only thing I'm moving forward is college which is now on break.

The wish to express myself creatively is calling me constantly, yet the block still stops me. The biggest advance I made towards that is rambling about my personal life in this anonymous page which I'm constantly paranoid about being linked to my identity or figured out by anyone in real life (specially my ex who's my only friend, or the closest I got to one. He has my back in a lot of stuff) for no special reason other than the feeling of unsafe exposure.

I will keep on trying to improve my organization. I will keep on trying to regain my power of self-expression, be it artistic, textual, visual, and even someday verbal! I know this will be a long battle, and any support is welcome since I have no means to express to anyone irl (other than my therapist) that I need that support. I must not give up even if any drawbacks shove me straight back in my isolated cave. I hope someday I'll be able to produce quality art again, in texts or images, and post it here, and eventually somewhere not anonymous. If I get there, I will be proud. I just don't know how to start or what to even try first, but somehow I will figure, wing it! Any advice is welcome. If you read this far, thank you very much for giving so much attention to this fragment of the story of my life, that truly is much appreciated.

Thank you, Tumblr. This is indeed an amazing website.

#personal #long post #storytime #I shall not give up #never give up #hope #this got long #way too long #way too personal #doing my best #stubborn optimism #tw ptsd #trauma recovery #self expression #creative expression #creative writing #writing community #anxiety #selective mutism

[woodelf68]

Trying to go through and get rid of some old stuff, and I found the letters the school sent my parents saying I had passed the screening done to identify students for the gifted program in 7th grade, which was a class that would take the place of one of my elective choices for the year.

From the first letter: "The course curriculum deals with divergent thinking skills in developing creative problem solving, decision making, analysis, syntheses, and evaluation".

I assume I was just as horrified reading that then as I am now. Just because I liked to read and got good grades in the subjects I was interested in (English, social studies, etc.) did not mean I was academically-minded or wanted to feel more "challenged" in class.

From the second letter, Premise One: (Yes, the points laid out in the letter are labeled "premises", and let me tell you, that kind of stuffy language puts me off immediately.) "Gifted children will be among the leaders and problem-solvers of the future."

Me: AHAHAHAHA (Definitely not me)

"Activities: Future problem solving bowl techniques (Bowl???), Time capsules (not interested, and I think we'd already done one in 6th grade?), a library search of the origins of war (oh boy, just how 12 year old me wanted to spend my time! (not)), group discussions involving values, education, self-concept, death, social security, nature-nurture, vocation (I literally cannot think of anything less interesting), and future shock (I have no idea what this was about, and couldn't care less.)

The next bit's about learning how to research and outline and write a paper, but we did that in regular classes. And then Premise 3: These children are more likely to be vocationally motivated than average students, so the program should assist them in making intelligent occupational choices.

Me: AHAHAHAHA no. Never been vocationally motivated in my life. And I had just gotten out of elementary school, the highlight of my week was probably still watching Saturday morning cartoons, some vague future where I had to get a job was not something I was concerned about. Six years in the future was literally half of my entire life at that point, and felt a very long way away. Asking kids if they have a future dream job is one thing (and suggesting things they could do at their current age to pursue those dreams), but all the tests and stuff they mentioned seem better suited for kids moving into high school.

The only statement the letter made that I agree with is Premise 4: "Gifted children should be given the opportunity to determine the activities they are most interested in." Well, yeah, all children should, but I didn't need to waste one of my elective classes to find out what I liked; I already knew.

Premise 5: "Gifted students have a tendency to become workaholics if they do not learn the importance of a good balance between work and relaxation."

Me: AHAHAHAHA, this is so not me. In fact it sounds to me that this class would have been forcing me to do extra work. 'Relaxing' activities listed are skating (nope, never was able to learn how to skate, I have weak ankles and crap balance), bowling (boring), baseball (boring, too much standing around under a hot sun), and volleyball (only one that I might have found fun, although I sprained my ankle so badly in high school gym class playing volleyball that I started repeatedly spraining it on a regular basis just by like catching a toe on a crack in the sidewalk; even months of physical therapy failed to break up any of the resulting scar tissue or improve my near non-existent range of motion in my ankle. Athletics and me do not get along.).

Premise 6: "The society of the future needs these "movers" and "shakers"...

Me: AHAHAHAHA again, SO not me. I am not a mover and a shaker, I am a sitter and a reader. I think my parents tried to encourage me to take the gifted class, but I am so glad that they didn't force me when I very firmly said no. Idk, maybe there are kids out there who enjoy thinking about death and social security and self-concept, I enjoyed learning practical skills in woodshop and the home ec cooking class that I took that year.

#gifted kids #gifted programs #school #education #woodelfmisc.

[ceramicdove]

DEAR DOVE (explodes u in a mircowave) i was reading a nonfiction collection of articles on psychiatry and i was wondering if u liked reading nonfiction urself!

personally i love writing nonfiction the most because its easy to write about the world and argue about things but fiction requires a lot more of u thinking and having to unpack stuff! in fact as a child i rlly enjoyed reading encyclopedias, although i rarely absorbed it proper.

anyways enough of me,, do u have a favourite non fiction topic of interest or whatever!

DEAR LAB (explodes into a massive pile of glitter and confetti, subsequently setting the countertop on fire)

I do read non-fiction! I generally take more to other types of writing, but I did also grow up perusing encyclopedias, magazines, history books, textbooks, etcetera. so I regard it fondly in one way or another. I sometimes enjoy deep-diving for obscure academic papers when I'm in a brunt and want information on a specific subject, though it usually takes more time to digest due to higher-level technical language that I'm not familiar with as a high-schooler. I still find that it's worth it.

it's almost like a game when I hunt for things sometimes because it's interesting to see how obscure of a topic I can find: I start at something relatively basic and end up at papers specific enough that I'm not even sure how they exist (but I'm grateful). A recent example of this is a paper I found called "Exploring post-irony through narratives of love and suffering in VRChat" and, well, it's exactly what the titles says it is. I've yet to finish reading it, but I went crazy the moment I even saw that somebody would write such a deep article on a Steam VR game where people with 3D anime girl avatars go to scream at each other.

I occasionally dabble in reading self-help, but I interact with academic non-fiction the most.

I'm not sure if I can say I have a particular topic of interest, though in recent times I've been occasionally reading papers on cultural norms, traditions, historical evolutions and differences, and I have taken a liking to it. I also started (and need to continue) reading up on philosophy, death, mourning and other similar concepts (and especially how we as humans have interacted with death across time and space). It's not even just non-fiction, one of the recent books I picked up is a poetry collection about death from a local writer. This is something I made myself do due to two projects I have that both follow death as relevant themes: I wanted to make sure I can cover it in a way that goes beyond the surface level. I don't know if I can call this a Favourite Topic Of Interest, though, because it's actually quite an upsetting and suffocating thing to read about, at least for me, but I know I have to do it. Maybe this is exposure therapy of some sort.

And I like journalism! Before my English exam I actually forced myself to read a lot of British journalists just to pick up new language and get more used to Their Way of writing, since we study British English and therefore have to utilise it during exams (yuck). But it was fun, and I appreciate how certain journalists and researchers have a very fascinating way with words that almost feels narrative.

Regarding actually writing it, it's fun in its own way. I used to do it back when I was doing debate and had to write notes, reports, speeches and case files. It required me to read anything from entry-level articles on Google to more advanced papers and official government documents depending on the motion. It was fun compiling and sourcing all of that information! And it was fun gaining new knowledge. Nowadays a chunk of my classmates rely on me to guide them in writing non-fiction for our classes because they deem me to be good at it and think I have a solid vocabulary, so maybe it paid off a bit.

But ultimately, I'll always lean towards creative forms of writing. I can't sustain writing non-fiction for too long without feeling like my brain is shriveling up into a raisin.

#🕊️📬 #thank you for asking :-] and I'm curious about the psychiatry papers you're reading

[my-mindless-diary]

26.06.22. II 11.30pm

It's been a while. A lot of stuff happened since I last used this blog. Well, the goods stuff first I guess.

I've changed therapists. Did one year of cognitive behavioural therapy (is that what it's called in English? Idk). I also got a diagnosis. I have an a social anxiety disorder and a general one. That lead to depression. Realising that changed a lot. First it shocked me a lot that my diagnosis is not Depression ™️ as this has been a part of my identity for...idk forever I guess. But realising that most of my problems stem from anxiety and fear helped a lot. During the pandemic my anxiety got so bad that I constantly had a racing heart and wasn't able to call anyone or go to the supermarket without getting at least a small anxiety attack. That is so much better now. Still feel like shit oftentimes but the social anxiety stuff is much better. My boyfriend said that before the therapy there was about an 80% of a panic or anxiety attack whenever we met people and now it happens like idk 10% maybe? So hurray for that.

Also I moved and live with 3 other people. For one year my sister lived with me and that was great but she left half a year ago. I really love my housemates (still not entirely sure about the new oney but he's okay) and it improved my mental health immensely to not be alone all the time.

Now the bad stuff. My therapy is over and I feel like I only treated the obvious stuff but there is still so much I need to talk about... Mobbing, abusive relationships with friends and partners, sexual assaults etc. Stuff that's in the past but influence me everyday.

Also the pandemic fucked me up big time. My brother has long Covid now and is disabled, my boyfriend's mum believes messed up conspiracy theories and gets more and more radical about stuff, my university studies are just... unbearable and I forgot how to spend time outside of my house for longer than 4 hours or so.

Currently I'm trying to finish my bachelor's degree to finally start my master's. My first masters semester starts in September and I have to do an internship in a school. Luckily I will do it at a school close to my parents and my boyfriend. But I am so fucking afraid of doing it... Such a huge step and I hate change. Also I might not be able to do it when I don't finish my bachelor's stuff first and so far it doesn't look good.. I still have to write two term paper plus my bachelor's paper (but I can take one of these into my master and do it later). I just can't write anymore. The moment I open my term paper I get an anxiety attack with heavy breathing and heart racing and stuff... Idk I just can't do it and it kills me...

That's it for today, maybe I'll use this blog more often again idk

I actually looked at it again bc I felt like shit and had self harm and suicidal thoughts again but somehow writing about the last couple of years helped a bit I think

#diary #personal #tw: panic attack #tw: self harm #tw: suicide

[melpomeneese]

there comes a point in every college english class I have ever taken where I have to inform the professor that I'm seeking therapy and yes, I know this is a problem

#how I started going to therapy was writing a paper for an english #v sorry to all the concerned professors #who had to grade me #writing about the feeling of taking bad aspirins to feel something #creative writing #college #university #college things #college life #creative writing class #english courses #english major #creative writing major #college writing #college struggles #college stories #university student #university life #student #liberal arts #the follies of mel

[lunedottir]

Arcane Characters x Fem!Reader if they found out that your parents are mistreating you.

disclaimer: hi!! this is my first time writing something like this, and english is not my first language... also that's my way to cope with a lot of psychological violence that i suffer at home, so please don't be rude )): i'll be doing Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Ekko, Viktor, Silco and Vander. if you like it and have requests you can say!!! thank you in advance. <3

CONTENT WARNING: angst, fluff, domestic violence.

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Vi.

would be extremely worried about your mental health

"you know nothing that they're saying is true, right?"

would take you to live with her

if she saw your mom/dad at the streets would probably want to start a fight, but won't because of you

make sure to tell you the opposite of everything your parents told you every single day

will comfort you and and hug you when you cry.

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Jinx.

would actually try to kill your parents

after that would bring you home, and everyone who complains get a bullet in their heads

lots and lots and looooots of cuddles

kisses all over your face when you're crying

sometimes will even cry with you

"please, trinket, you're the most beautiful girl i've ever meet, don't cry."

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Caitlyn.

would hug you tightly and whisper in your ear

"my angel... you don't deserve this..."

would take you to a lot of bakeries and restaurants and buy whatever you want to eat

tells jayce what's going on and asks if they can get your parents arrested

seek for professional help if you get too much mentally ill because of them

stand quietly by your side when you're crying, and don't force you to do anything you don't want to.

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Ekko.

immediately takes you to live with him and the firelights

kisses all over your body while tell you how pretty you are

compliments every fucking time

steals food from topside just to cook for you (or asks someone to)

break into your ex house, take your things and run away

talks to Heimendinger about it and he offers therapy on topside

likes to dance with you while you're feeling down :c

"don't worry, kitty, you're safe here."

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Viktor.

wouldn't say anything at first, just sit by your side and pat your back

extremely worried at the inside tho

if you couldn't get out of your house, he would hire you as his assistant just so you spend the day away from your parents

he found out because you weren't eating any of the treats you brought for him and jayce, or bringing the juice with the coffe mugs

"what's happening, my oxigen?"

(he calls you oxigen because you like chemistry, so he says he's your hydrogen :c)

tries to comfort you by hugging you from behind, even tho he looks like a tomato while doing it

very very delicate when close to your parents, but as soon as they turn back, his eyes rolls in disgust

he's a scientist, so would try to do something to get your serotonin back, although just being with him makes you very very happy

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Silco.

doesn't show much emotions towards it

but sends a team to your parents house to torture and unalive them :D

when he sees that you're upset, he'll bring you to his lap and envolve your waist with his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder

"shh, princess, i'm here. you don't need to worry about them anymore. you're perfect, don't ever forget it."

wouldn't know what to do if you start crying, so gently run his fingers through your hair

"we all have scars, y/n. outside and inside. it is up to you if you're going to embrace them or let it kill you from the inside out. i just want you to be happy."

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Vander.

"where are the papers? i'm adopting you."

became your father right away

would have a "chat" with your parents

lots of praise even in simple tasks like washing the dishes

likes to brush your hair

hugs when you less expect

knows when you're down and makes a special drink for you

don't bother when you spend all day in your room, but keep worried

vi as your sister would steal treats from topside just for you, and powder would make you a failed bomb that you use as forniture in your room

he's your confident, makes you feel safe and better just by a shoulder pat.

#caitlyn x reader #arcane povs #lol arcane #arcane spoilers #arcane netflix #vander #arcane vander #vander x reader #silco x reader #vi x reader #jinx x reader #ekko arcane x reader #ekko x reader #arcane viktor x reader #viktor x reader #lgbtq #arcane angst #arcane fluff

[isagisyoichi]

i love your posts 😩😩 can u do a part 2 of the icks (srry if my english is bad)

SWIMMING FOOL!

SYNPOSIS: icks again

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: isagi, bachira, nagi, reo, chigiri, kunigami, naruhaya, niko, rin, imamura, nanase, ryusei, tabito, yuki, eita, hiori

WARNINGS: swearing, also all in good fun, nothing is meant to be taken seriously!!!

A/N: these are always so fun to write LOL. keeping men humble is my favorite thing to do. also don't worry anon, your english was perfectly fine!!! no need to apologize <3 thank u for liking my work :,) also yes this is also me clearing my drafts

isagi: when you came to one of his games for the first time, isagi told you “you’re my lucky charm!” and then he lost LMFAOOO. then isagi proceeded to tell you, “it was your fault, you made me nervous!” like bro what?! were you on the field with him?! once someone tried to dap isagi up but isagi shook their hand instead and it haunts him to this day 😭 thinks he's immune to being ashy so he doesn't use lotion, but you could literally light a match on that boy's legs.

bachira: has no sense of boundaries, uses the bathroom while you’re in the shower LIKE CAN YOU WAIT? drools when he sleeps (isn't this canon idk). genuine flat earther. has not read a book for outside of school since like he was 12. not technically an ick but i just know he used to steal from the book fair 💀

kunigami: i feel like he’s a momma’s boy and not in the good way idk that’s just the vibe i get 😭 is a ginger. glares at you in class if he hears you trying to cheat. always has chapped lips.

chigiri: one of those people who plans to come to school mad and then one of his friends makes him laugh. does not like children at all. the type to glare at babies in public 💀 also canon that he has mood swings, so take that as you will.

imamura: sends you shit like “listened to lil uzi vs the world today… i remember when it was you and me against the world. i was scott and i should’ve made you my ramona 😕 you don’t have to respond. i hope you’re doing good. tell your mom i said hi.” (i came up with that on the spot i’m a genius). says stuff like “but you’re too pretty too be depressed lol what?” and he's dead serious too 💀 snapchat is his main form of communication but he gets annoyed when you start saving the chats. what are you hiding HMMM 🧐

naruhaya: enters instagram giveaways BYE. stop tagging me in mr.beast’s posts, you are not getting that tesla. chews gum really loud. acts up when there’s a sub for some reason. has a playlist of tiktok songs. still has snapchat streaks and sends everyone in his friends list “new streaks🤪?” NO WE ARE GROWN 😒 wipes his hands on the decorative towels. follows those drama pages for his school 😭

nagi: is genuinely surprised when he finds girls that listen to artists like mf doom, kanye, cudi, and etc. says “you’re a little different from everyone ik lol,” he’s so embarrassing PLEASE. says “damn, that’s tough,” when people vent to him 😐 doesn’t have a backpack just a drawstring with like one pencil and a bunch of papers. canon that he thinks taking baths is “troublesome,” so do what you want with that information 🤗

raichi: one of those mfs that says “sheesh,” “caught you in 4k,” and “sus,” all the time because of tiktok SHUT HIM UP PLEASEEE. once tried to shoot a piece of paper across the room, said "kobe!" and everything and then missed. his teacher made him pick it up and throw away the paper while everyone in the class stared at him in silence. puts his back against the wall and slides down dramatically as he cries when he’s “heartbroken” 💀 smells so strongly of axe 😭

rin: thinks astrology is stupid. calls girls "females," (not in a misogynistic way, it’s just how he talks but still DKOSKDSOK). takes forever to text back. only writes in blue or black pen. also refuses to give you one if you need it because "you should have been prepared" 😑 every so often, rin will bring up how “emotionless” he is. go to therapy rin, please 🙏 knows how inflation works #nerd inflate my nuts

reo: does that stupid shit on instagram where he’s like “posting in 20 minutes” on his story. no one gives a fuck reo 😐 (that’s a lie many people do give a fuck that he posts but IT’S JUST STUPID). uses this 🥺 emoji all the time and he’s so serious with it, too. fell for a girl during hot girl summer after he insisted that he wouldn't catch feelings. his iphone does that annoying shit where it flashes whenever he gets a notification. also sucks literal ass at tipping BOOOOOOO!

niko: one of those smart people who always falls for deez nuts jokes LMAO. it’s ‘cause it’s not his sense of humor so he doesn’t expect it, but you would think niko would learn after the first ten times. refuses to consume media that isn’t objectively of "good quality." good luck trying to have a movie night with him. refuses to share his homework with other people. has one of those phone cases that open and close like a book 😭😭

nanase: takes gen z discourse seriously. would definitely get scammed LMAOO. flexes he’s friends with upperclassmen all the time like anyone cares. would say he loves you in the talking stage. listens to today's top hits on spotify. seriously keeps up with tiktok drama.

hiori: gets sick really easily in the winter and so he always has like a little bit of snot in his nose during then. drinks REALLY loudly, like slurping noises and everything. sometimes he'll like, repeat jokes 'cause he thinks no one heard them and that's why no one laughed but it's actually because the joke itself wasn't funny 😭

ryusei: thinks calling you bad at imessage games counts as flirting. tried to make his own nickname, but absolutely NO ONE called him it LMFAOO 💀💀 was the absolute worst person to be around when “i like your cut g,” was popular 😭 is so annoying to have in class when he has an away game. “yeah, i’m not gonna do my work, i’m about to leave soon, so it doesn’t matter,” whole time it's only third period 💀

yukimiya: idk he gives me fake nice vibes sometimes 😭 like he indirects people on his finsta and when the person it’s about asks if it’s about them, he’s like “noooo lol dw its not u😂" even though it’s so obvious it is 💀 has so many of the “bff 🤩” “this isn't the caption i picked☹️” comments on his instagram from girls. i feel like if he wasn't a model and all, he'd be the type to put his snap in his instagram bio 😭

tabito: argues with teachers. deletes dms when girls don't respond back LMFAOOO💀 babe we already saw the notification, you're not slick. his favorite movie is the godfather. has a “saturdays are for the boys” flag. one of those mfs that’s always talking about how much they like milfs shaddup!!!! and they’re not even milfs half the time, it’s just some woman in her late twenties 😐

otoya: ghosts people all the time by "accident." you can decide if this an ick or not but, he really likes drain gang. considers himself to be a drainer 😭 refuses to watch “mainstream” anime but when you ask what his favorite is he says, “evangelion, idk if u’ll know it though" 😐

#blue lock #blue lock headcanons #god i hate tags #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #reo mikage #nagi seishiro #kunigami rensuke #chigiri hyoma #yukimiya kenyu #otoya eita #hiori yo #nanase nijiro #shidou ryusei #niko ikki #raichi jingo #naruhaya asahi #imamura yuudai #bllk headcanons #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk

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Bucky Barnes x Reader – The day that I ruined your life.

(sorry for any mistake, english is not my first language. Gif not mine)

TRIGGERS: mentions of blood, character death, violance. 

TYPE: angst.

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“So James tell me, have you had any nightmares recently?” the therapist asked him like every week.

Of course he had nightmares, he killed so many people when he was the Winter Soldier, the feeling of guilt never left him. But recently he had been feeling worst than any other week. Three days from that day will be the anniversary of the death of his soulmate, his beloved, his best friend and unfortunately, his victim too.

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Five years ago…

“Come ‘on Bucky don’t be an asshole, give me that back.” said the girl to the ex sergeant.

“Take it yourself. Oh wait… you seem a little too short to grab it.” Bucky said laughing hard. He and y/n would always do things like that, they annoyed each other so much that the Avengers almost hated them both.

“James Barnes if you don’t give me back my phone I swear-“ she was cut off by Jarvis.

“Agent Barnes, Agent l/n, you have an incoming call from Nick Fury.”

“Agent Barnes, Agent l/n, I need your help, since the Avengers are away. We have found a secret H.Y.D.R.A. base and it seems that they are trying to create a new Winter Soldier. This base is situated in Siberia. I’m sending you an Alicaner to get you there. Don’t fuck it up, we can’t afford to let them finish their project.”

y/n gave a look at Bucky. She knew this would be hard for him even after all the therapy with the Avengers and their newfound friendship. That place would be for sure the base that created the first and only Winter Soldier, a twisted version of Bucky that he hated and hoped to bury deep down in him even though sometimes it tried to show up and kill everyone in the room.  

The girl took Bucky’s hand and tried to reassure him that the mission will go well and that she will protect him from that evil monster that was H.Y.D.RA.

Bucky knew very well that when y/n said those kinds of words she will keep them but he was really scared to turn back to the old himself, after all those 3 damned words kinda worked on him even now. He tried not to think about it and simply hugged the h/c woman. He hugged her so hard that she was out of breath shortly and had to say his name to stop him. They laughed one last time before heading to the plane. 

After a a few hours they were in the freezing cold Siberia and the only thing left was to head to the not-so-secret-anymore base. Bucky and y/n had to come up with a plan quick if they didn’t want to be caught; after a while they decided to sneak in and to separate to look for information’s on the new type of super soldier and try to destroy them.

y/n was pretty athletic so she sneaked in easily but for Bucky it was a bit more difficult. The only thing he could do was to surrend himself and hope they would take him back.

y/n found a room that was dark and the only light source was very poor which turned in her favour so she could stay hidden in the shadows and source up things. When almost all hope were lost she found a fil folder that contained a bounce of paper sheets. She read them and what she found was terrifying to her…

Bucky’s acting was never the best but fortunately the secret society believed him or so he thought.

The moment they took him into a room he saw a face he wished to never see again, Zemo was there standing with the Winter Soldier book in his hands.

Bucky was right about fearing the worst when him and y/n were called on this mission.

“it’s nice to meet you again, old friend.” Zemo greeted him with a sly smile.

“I’m not your friend, Zemo.” Said Bucky with stone cold voice.

“we know why you’re here, oh wait let me correct myself, why you and that girl are here” said the man. Bucky felt a shiver down his spine. They knew everything from the start: the base, Fury this time didn’t think ahead, he and y/n have fallen into a trap.

“well now that you’re here why don’t we catch on the old times? I remember you screaming so loud that it was like music to my ears. Boys take him here.” He ordered the two guys that were behind Bucky. The ex sergeant fought them but he felt a sting in his right arm, one of the soldier injected him with something that made his vison go black.

y/n watched those files again and again but she still couldn’t believe that was nothing in them; Bucky and her have fallen into a trap. How could have she even thought that this mission would be that simple? She felt stupid, she was naïve but a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent couldn’t afford to be naïve or they would die.

While she was scolding herself, she didn’t capture the sound of someone walking in but when she felt someone grabbing her she was quick to neutralizing them. The woman run away from that room but going back to the main corridor would have mean a certain death. She quickly scanned the alleyway and saw a small door. “it’s the only way out of here, come ‘on y/n you can do it.” She reassured herself even though she was claustrophobic.

Crawling her way out she then arrived at the entrance and surprisingly enough Bucky was there.

“Buc we have to go, it’s a trap” she told him but as soon as she finished to talk a hand grabbed her buy the neck and smashed her to the nearest wall. The air was leaving her lungs quickly as she tried to grab Bucky’s metal arm to stop that torture but his grip was too strong and she almost blanked out. Then her throat was released but a punch hit her stomach hard then in the face multiple times, now she was a bloody mess.

The Winter Soldier was back.

Bucky was following the orders, killing the spy. He was back to his evil origins but he couldn’t fight against an order not when Zemo said those russian words that made him swap back. He liked that feeling: the power, the violence but at the same time the good side of him knew this was bad. All he could ear was his punches hitting skin and felt blood on his armored arm but then he heard a mumble.

“Please stop.” That voice was familiar but he couldn’t grab on it. He continued punching the spy until there was silence. The small whimpers stopped and that could mean only one thing: the spy was dead and his mission was accomplished.

“B-b-buc, I love you.” She said with her last breath.

That 4 words snapped the Winter Soldier out of that foggy mess that was his head and let return Bucky Barnes at the reality. What he saw was horrifying: blood everywhere, blood on his hands and then he looked at what once was his best friend now laying in a pool of blood with eyes shut open and cold as ice. Bucky kneeled down to grab her lifeless body and hugged it one last time. Tears were falling down his face without him even realizing. The pain, the grief, the guilt, he felt everything.

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Today…

“James, can you answer my question?” the therapist asked once again.

“No, no I don’t.” he answered with a small forced smile.

He remembers that day as the day that he ruined her life.

if anyone is interested I can create a tag list. Write me if you want to be in there. Thanks for reading ✨

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky fic #bucky x female reader #angst #marvel #bucky x reader angst #tfatws #sebastian stan #winter solider x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barns imagine #bucky barns x you

[buckysflannelpajamas]

Ok sooo about your last post,,, I simp for Reiner and I would be in the Garrison Regiment. I'm quite extraverted and easy-going, I love having conversations with basically everyone about everything (especially philosophical debates). I'm more a listener than a talker, my friends say I'm the psychologist of the group. Actually I'm insecure about me so I usually avoid talking about myself until I feel really comfortable with the other person. I hardly ever get emotional or scared or panicked but it's easy to make me laugh. I'm really open minded, I love new experiences but I dislike schedules and routine. I love drawing, writing, listening to new music, watching movies and anime and taking care of animals and plants.

I hope it's not too long and that my English isn't bad 😭 thank you 💚

Your English is very good! I would have thought you were a native speaker.

Reiner is an amazing choice😍 I simp for him too… Well I simp for pretty much all my AOT boys but whatevs lol

-friends to lovers (an underrated trope that I love)

-I see you and Reiner as the mutually pinning friends that don’t realize you both have feelings for eachother

-it was a semi-slow burn

-you two DEFINITELY have like some sort of secret handshake or something similar

-you being a listener and the psychologist of your group is perfect

-cause we know the poor boy needs therapy

-when you two first started getting to know each other he would ask you advice under the guise of it being for “his friend”

-definitely a “so I have this friend” type of guy who thinks it’s not obvious that he is actually talking about himself

- but in reality it’s SUPER obvious

-he complements you a lot

-and half the time he’s so casual about it

-he’ll just be talking to another soldier and mention how great you are

-it’s very hard for him to have any conversation without bringing you up

- #puppylove

-but when he complements you on how pretty you are he can barely form a full sentence

-this man blushes like crazy

-his whole face turns pink

-also has no idea how to respond when you complement him

- cause poor baby low key hates himself😢

-likes to ask you questions like “what’s the meaning of life?” and “can people be born evil?”

- sometimes asks questions just to hear you talk

-he gives surprisingly good advice

-honestly he needs to take his own advice sometimes

-he’s glad that you are in the garrison and not the scouts

-but would honestly prefer you to be an MP or a civilian

-he wants to keep you away from all danger even though he knows you can take care of yourself

-man would probably be concerned over you getting a paper cut

-he absolutely loves hearing you laugh

-it seriously makes him so happy when you laugh at his jokes

-cause most people don’t think he’s funny

- he’s big on holding hands and no one can convince me otherwise

ANIME SPOILERS BELOW - possibly for all seasons

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- 100% betrays Marley for you

-he’s very conflicted at first

-originally wanted you to join him

- But eventually realizes that Marley would never allow you to live

- idk how weddings are done in that universe but…

- if y’all got married I definitely see him encouraging you to have a large wedding

- but will definitely be really nervous when he sees all the people there

-“angel, why did we have to invite all these people?”

-“rei… almost everyone here was invited by you.”

- his pet name for you is definitely angel

I hope you enjoy the headcannons!

#reiner braun #request #aot #attack on titan #headcanon #ships