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greyminyoon1 · 4 months

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LOST ON YOU

Warnings & Genre- slight angst, minor character death.

Authors note- hey, just something that was rotting in my notes. I am in no means a writer but constructive criticism are welcomed ☝🏼

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Funeral homes are never anyone's favorite. definitely not when its one of your own people. a person you had once held so close to heart, maybe not during that moment but you did soon realize the impact of thier presence in your life.

Mr.Jeong was a constant in every students life in Hanseong high school. you would see him by the gate,the corridors, the ground ,the man was omnipresent. students never got how he did it. even with his tough exterior he was one of the most loved teachers. the lack of space in the funeral home would say otherwise.

heesung watch's the crowd die down slowly from the corner of the hall. his eyes shift from the portrait of Mr.Jeong displayed on the wall to the three boys sitting across him. niki doesn't seem to have taken the news too well, his head hanging low with equally exhausted boys on the either side of him. sunoo’s swollen eyes and now puffed face give away the tears hes been trying to hold. jungwon just looks deep in his thoughts but heesung knows thats far from it.

heesung doesn't really know how to deal with their pain, let alone his own. his gaze shifts back to the portrait in front but his attention is taken away from the three boys now sitting in front of it. sunghoon catches heesung staring, returning it with the same intense glare.

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Flashback

“jeong nim!”

the professor walks to the notorious dozen of students with a slight smile. it was always hard to bid farewell to the students every year especially the set of students who frequently visited detention or seen knee bent outside in the halls with their arms up bickering with one another. Though he thinks this batch would forever have a piece of him. While they bicker over who would be taking the picture first with their favorite teacher, few of them do not let the pooling eyes of their teacher go unnoticed.

“okay, lets stop and take a group picture now” , mr.jeong says blinking away his watery eyes. the eight kids scramble up smiling wide with the teacher in the middle of the frame.

click.

‘seonsengnim i need a single one!’, niki shoves the others away whilst pulling his teacher to another background. “your not even graduating until the next two years, you punk!”

click.

“jae-in ah!”, Mr jeong calls out motioning her to come take a picture with him with a stiff smile

her focus shifts from the subjects on her camera, peeking with a small ,“ aren't you getting too sentimental today seonsegnim?”, earning sinkers from the boys. she hands the camera over to sunghoon, making her way to Mr.Jeong.

click.

“dont forget to send those to me.”

who knew jae-in had plans of getting away with those pictures.

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Jungwon’s the one who breaks this unsaid game of pride and encourages the eldest to just be civil for the sake of it. thats how the seven boys find themselves in a table drowning themselves in soju. the rooms almost empty, except for the seven boys and few other relatives. the boys looked up at each other once a while but mostly found the soju glass interesting enough to pour their thoughts into. With the past preoccupied on their mind, it was sort of a bittersweet moment.

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Flashback

the sound of crashing waves with occasional yells from the boys and the sweet melody of guitar strings fill the space, jae-in sits between sunghoon and jay watching rest of the boys play in the sea. she likes the feel of sand slipping away from her fists, unintentionally repeating the act while watching the boys. Sunghoon sits on her left drawing shapes on the sand as jay plays his guitar on her right.

“dinner is on me.” jae-in says in a monotonous tone. “your part-time jobs must be treating you well finally”, Sunghoon snickers while dusting off his hands and stands up to stretch.”im gonna take a dip, you both should join”, he knows very well you wont while his other friend may eventually. The pair watch him jog his way to the boys.

“is something up?”, Jae-in doesn't show how much that question affects her, answering him back with a question again, “what would be?”.

Jay has stopped playing the guitar, his one arm thrown over the instruments body while his other still hold the chords. Jae-in thinks about how fitting he looks with this instrument, maybe them joking about him becoming someone famous or getting into a band dint seem too far off.

Jay’s mind is preoccupied with what he had witnessed last night, the goons you were pouring drinks for seemed to be too familiar with your name for his liking. He never doubted you on your self defense skills, just maybe sometimes you should know to lean on someone, mentally. But when he looks at you at this moment, chocolate hair flowing with the wind, an oversized jacket which most definitely is from one of the boys and your bored eyes looking at him, He stutters.

“ju-just because”. He doesn't have it in him to question you further.

He should have.

He should have asked when you offered to take a dip in the sea.

They should have asked when you started recording every moment of the day.

They should have asked when you raised a toast on the dinner table.

They should have asked when you smiled a bit too wide.

They should have asked before you left.

They would have. you were just too convincing.

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They were all in a room, together yet so far apart on their train of thoughts.

The ticking of the clock passed by seconds to minutes to an hour or two, the empty room now consisting of only the boys. The tube lights flicker while the janitor mops the floors for the last time after a long day. It was a que for the boys to leave.

The clicking of boot soles grab the attention of the seven boys. Black sunglasses, black hanbok covers the new identity. Jae-in did not expect anyone to be here, let alone the seven boys she has never seen for the past few years. Or just maybe she was willing to try her luck.

Shes thanks the gods shes worn these ridiculously large glasses,though shes sure it wont take long for one of them to know.

Its almost plausible how the boys don’t recognize her immediately. to say the boys were shocked was an understatement. if the air was solemn and sad all this while, now the room felt as if it were was lacking of air circulation.

she acts plain, just another person to bid her goodbyes to. but Mr.Jeong wasnt just any person to her. Midst all the silent chaos in the room she makes her way towards her only family.

Mr.Jeong‘s portrait smiling at her doesnt help the guilt shes been bottling up. for all the things he had done for her in high school to even the last moments of his death. your uncle told you he would never resent you though you did not know if you had the ability not to resent yourself.

After what seems like an eternity of time and memories flashing back, Jae-in knows what she has to face as she turns towards the exit.

“i really dont know if we should be happy your alive or rip your hair off right now.”, niki’s coarse voice echo's off the hall.

#enhypen au #enhypen fics #enhypen jay #enhypen #enhypen angst #enhypen drabbles #enhypen imagines #heesung enhypen #enha x reader #enha imagines #enha scenarios #enha sunoo #enha reactions

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orchiddevourer · 10 months

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Sharing some thoughts abt a main character from a game from 2016 *spoiler warning*

Ok so probably a lot of things have been already said about this game. Personally im very doubtful of the theory that the Huddle is controlling the boy because its debunked with the alt ending revealing that the boy seems to be controlled by a computer AKA us?

With that out of the way i just wanted to make this post to share my thoughts about the protagonist himself and his VERY contradictory nature.

Who is the boy and what is his role?

"Hunted and alone, a boy finds himself drawn into the center of a dark project." - from the game's steam page

If we go by the theory that he is part of some grand experiment to test the Huddle's capabalities then it doesnt make sense that he is hunted and chased down by the masked men. Why not just let him go do his business? Anyways with or without of the inclusion of the boy into the this dark project, judging by the diorama of the blob its "escape" from its confinement was planned. Maybe the kid just happened to be in the middle of the way by pure chance? Or he was programmed to head into the facility. OR is he a part of some sort resistance against the higher-ups?

Maybe he himself is a seperate project all together from the Huddle project. We could say that he IS programmed to head into the facility bc he always heads in one way and one way only towards the facility. But if he really is some boy looking for shelter than it also makes sense that he keeps heading in that way since from what've seen there aren't really any other hospitable places he could head to without being caught or him dying.

Either way, what's obvious is that the boy is some outsider or an anomaly if we go by the aggression of the dogs and the masked guards towards him. The dogs specifically are clearly trained to go after outsiders if they can sniff him out from the line of drones the kid had found himself in.

Now that im done speculating on his identity, i think its time to move on what exactly he is.

What is the boy?

From first glance its obvious the he is human. He reacts and acts like a person/kid would. He cant survive long falls, if he hits the ground too hard, its over. But why am i pointing this out? There's nothing unusual, right? The alternate ending, however, shows that that is not the case. Here is where his nature starts to really get contradictory in that he is it's revealed that he was a drone too all along. But something's not quite right.

From what we've been shown in the game the mind-controlled people (lets call them serfs) do not have a will of their own, they are empty shells to be used for labor. They are either artificial or normal humans turned into worker drones. Whats also known is that they are capable of survivng long falls and injuries.

Throughout the game the kid runs, swims and jumps without ever taking any brakes except for one occasion at the end of the shockwave sequence where he takes the elevator down. As he goes down, the elevator is hit with several shockwave blasts that manage to unhinge it from its railing, making it go down fast with it and the boy ending up in a deep pool of water. To escape the boy has to force open the elevator's door underwater and make it up to an opened hatch nearby. Right as he climbs up we can clearly see that the kid is exhausted, holding a hand up to his chest. If dont let him take a break and immeadiatly set on then he will move and climb in a lethargic way for a few seconds. Idk if im overthinking this scene too much or not. Its obvious that he has experinced distress and exhaustion. What im trying to point out is:

He behaves like a normal human while in action, but once you pull the plug he slumps over like a serf, shuts off like a robot. That's not normal behaviour you'd expect from a serf from what we've been shown.

Also let's not forget to mention the spheres scattered throughout the game.

Some might think that these spheres serve as a large antenae to help control the boy, but when all of them are shut off he seems to be doing... fine? Them being shut off also seems to turn off the activity of nearby mindhats and control of serfs in the surrounding area.

Once you pull the main plug twice at the end of the room, everything shuts off. There is a mindhat with all these cables connected to it in the middle back of the room. It jerks when the boy jumps, so he is clearly connected to it. This mindhat is titled "Master Mind", so it's function is either to only shut off the boy's activity OR shut off all serf activity in general.

Also the location of the final orb contradicts the idea of this being a part of a resistance since its located in such an obvious spot. If someone were to follow the yellow wire up the wire, they would easily find it. or maybe im just overthinking it yet again, the lightning isnt very good there. food for thought tho

So in conclusion, the boy seems to be some different type of remote body that is convincing enough to be considered human. Maybe the way he functions is by certain points of his brain being stimulated or blocked by something somehow to make him act like a normal human. Maybe he's a less developed or a more advanced altered human in terms of the modification thats done for one to be turned into a drone ? Him having free will is under question, but its more likely he doesnt have free will at all. Idk, but if in this game a pool of water can be moved onto the ceiling and theres people who cant drown than maybe this is also could be possible.

#inside game #playdead games #analisys #my interest in hnk is on life support #houseki no who?

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gutsfics · 2 months

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1, 3, 9, 22, and 24 from the OC Interview Questions for Devi please!!!

yaaay thank you!!!! :3 ok im going Devi Mode now >:3

1. Who makes up your family? How close are you to them?

well there's my mom and dad, and i have an older sibling, Avery, and two older sisters, Kennie and Satomi. im pretty close with all of them, especially my parents! tbh though it kinda feels like the five years i was dead made me miss a lot of my siblings' lives so theres like a sort of.... glass wall? i think? thats five years i cant get back, and they're all enough older than me that i wasnt really raised "with" them so much as i was raised after them, you know?

also Noah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Noah's been such a big part of my (un)life that it would be wrong not to call him family <3 plus also hes my boyfriend :3

3. What is your favorite childhood memory?

so Jane's favorite fruit is-- um... was [he looks kinda sad for a moment, but shakes it off] blackberries, but she was allergic to the brambles so when it was blackberry season, i'd crawl into bushes to get the juciest berries for her

anyway the september before, um.... she got a bit sick in september and i wanted to cheer her up so Noah and i went to the biggest blackberry bush we'd found in the forest and i picked as many blackberries as i could for her while Noah kept me company (cuz he's also allergic so he couldnt join me in the bush). we werent as close back then as we are now, and i dont remember really what we talked about, but i remember that it was one of the last warm days of the year as the season changed, and the forest was so pretty and i felt like nothing could ever go wrong

its, um, kind of a sad memory. bittersweet, i mean. but its important to me

9. Are you a spiritual person? If yes, what do you practice?

now that's a really interesting question. i know that there is a sort of "higher power" that exists in the world, but it's not really God, or A God or anything consious really. its more like.... a membrane woven into the world that makes it what it is. like a membrane holding back some kind of juice? God Juice. and there's that spot in the mountains where the membrane has been punctured so more of God Juice is flooding out of that hole than there should be in the world, and i was part of that god juice, and i think that god juice is now a part of me? or it made me or something? and if i focus, really focus hard, i can kinda hear the way the universe sings? not always though

but um. i dont really know if that counts as spirituality. and i dont "practice" anything it just... kinda is? i try to be nice to people and the world but that doesnt feel like "practicing spirituality"

22. What’s the easiest way to flirt with you?

ummm haha ohh..... i dont really know how to answer that..... growing up i was usually either ignored or bullied so its always so weird whenever someone flirts with me. its always like, are you talking to me?? oh, no thanks. i already got a guy for that

and Noah's not really a flirty guy. he'll walk into the underworld to carry me back home, for sure, but he doesnt really do flirting. unless you count just open and honest statments about how you feel about someone as flirting? i'll flirt with him absolutely, but usually gets too flustered to flirt back. its really cute

24. What would you consider your main love language?

spending years of your life devoted to taking care of someone who's lost everything, through thick and thin, even when things get hard, on days when they dont seem particularly... connected to their humanity. just being a constant in their life, a lighthouse in the middle of a typhoon, grounding them when theyre too lost to find solid ground on their own. walking into the unknown to grasp their soul and bring them back from the brink, even if that means everything changes, even if it means you yourself could get stuck yourself. would you still love me if i was a worm. would you still care for me i had nothing to give you but my company and my love, even if my company doesnt mean my touch or my conversation. would you still love me if i couldn't remember who you were.

um.

sorry. what was the question?

oh right! i think my love language is physical touch and acts of service and quality time. both giving and receiving them.

#it lives in the woods #ilitw mc #<- yeah i really like some of these answers too much not to post em in a main tag #oc: devfield

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luminberry · 2 years

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"You must be starving!" "Yeah... I could eat."

ehehee ALRIGHT SO..im gonna introduce my two new lads, the twins Atticus and Jericho! Both fun loving lawmen of course from the M/P/N heist missions.

reader goofed up trying to break in somewhere under their jurisdiction..it doesn't go how they expect. and imma try some new things with this one so, if ya read it i hope ya dont mind tellin me how it goes :o

there is fatal vore but im trying something i saw and its going to be wholesome since respawn is canon here.

You normally weren't desperate enough to risk doing stupid shit like theft and breaking into certain places in broad daylight. But after getting involved with SQ and trying to make a enterprise for yourself, money was unfortunately a very serious need. And most of the jobs you did off and on didn't quite pay enough to get things done let alone keep the lights on.

Fuck whoever it was in Nevada who set the price of living this damn high, you had a empire to make to save the world. And yet you needed ample amounts of cash to even get around to doing the basics, like pay your growing number of underlings a living wage and keeping the lights on.

Soo...things like theft and the like slowly became a thing you did. You didn't steal from hard working grunts like yourself however, more like the bastards at Nexus and the like. Doc had given you more than enough information to know they wouldn't miss a few hundred thousand or three, it'd all circulate back into the system anyways!

If anything, you summarized to yourself, you were doing a good for the community by giving several dozen grunts money to spend on things and boost the livelihood of other businesses in the city.

So now here you were..breaking into a damn bank of all things in the middle of the day..or whatever time it was right now. Telling time was very hard when a certain someone murdered the sun of all goddamned things.

You had a few of your more dependable underlings along for the ride, they were hiding nearby while you got to work picking the lock to the back entrance of the building where security seemed to be the lightest. For the moment things seemed to be going rather smoothly, you had even did a bit of scouting the place out ahead of time instead of your usual antics of just running in absolutely blind and hoping for the best when the shit hit the fan.

Upon hearing the satisfying click of the lock sliding open you waved your group over and slipped inside, wedging a rock into the door to keep it over for a fast getaway..it did always pay to make sure you had a exit strategy, you learned that your first few days of trying to get your empire up and going.

Finding the vault was easy at least, they made it almost blatantly obvious in fact by the damn alarm lights and guards positioned around it. Getting in was of course going to be a hard task but thats why you brought back up.

No sooner than you sent your group in to clear the way did all hell of course break loose. The alarms began blaring while you ran to start breaking into the vault while your group defended your progress.

Minutes seemed to tick by slowly as your progress went at a snails pace, your group was thankfully holding their ground against the onslaught. You did your best to drown out the hellishly loud alarms and sounds of gunfire raging all around you until the first door opened with a satisfying groan of metal.

"Alright guys hurry up and help me start grabbing the bags, we need to get this shit to the car before the next wave arrives."

Your group wasn't faring exactly too well, but least they were all still alive and that's what counted honestly. The lot of you ran inside to start tearing open doors and dumping handfuls of cash into bags with outright manic energy.

Before long you had six bags bulging with cash and whatever else your group could get their hands on. You sent two of your group to run back to the van to drop the goods off while the rest went back out to stand guard while you got to work opening the second set of doors. You were sure things would be going smoothly from this point on, they already sent a huge chunk of officers only to lose em all in matter of a few minutes to your group.

You were fairly sure today would be a easy payday for once.

As you got to work getting the second set of doors to open up, chaos resumed as somehow to your surprise, more officers came rushing in to try and put a stop to your groups little antics.

Unable to really keep a eye on things outside like you were able to for the first set of doors, it wasn't until you cracked the seal some several stressful minutes later did something seem off, you chalked it up to the mounting stress of having to keep everyone in line and get out in one piece, which was the damn case for every mission these days...It was probably why you didn't have much money since everyone kept dying.

"Alright guys, I need two of you to help me get this back to the car, there's too much for me to do it without making several trips!" Two of your more faster teammates came running back to lend a hand getting the cash stashed away for easy transport, tiredly laughing and joking about what all they'd spend their pay on already. The others, while tired agreed to stand watch while the three of you ran the bags out. With any luck you'd all be done with plenty of time to spare to maybe even hit Gil's up for some burgers as a job well done.

As your little group tossed the first few bags into the back of the van idling beside the back entrance, a commotion lit up over your radios. The sounds of your two teammates left behind yelling in confusion and alarm before being cut rather abruptly. Giving a worried look to your two companions you tossed the rest of the loot in and made a run for the vault to see what became of the rest of your team.

As you rounded the corner your group stopped dead at the sight before you all. Your teammates were very much dead, taken out and almost smeared against the doors of the vault. And standing in front of them were two hulking figures dressed in two long coats of dusty brown and faded denim blue. Your arrival doesn't go unnoticed by the two newcomers unfortunately as the one in blue turns to look at you all.

"Well now, glad tha rest of y'all decided ta finally join us. Unfortunately for these two..they weren't much for talkin. I do hope that ain't tha same case for y'all as well or I'm jus gonna be rather put out."

The light coming off the overhead bulbs made his yellow glasses glow with an almost hostile familiarity that made your chest tighten in fear. The two of them easily had two feet and then some over you and your group, they didn't look like Gol3ms or M4gs..and that alone made the heavy sick feeling of fear in your chest grow worse with each passing second.

Seconds ticked by and the grunt in blue seemed to grin and turn to fully face you, as did the one in the brown coat. You needed to act fast before the mission turned to shit, you needed to get the money out of here..But you barely had any ammo left and you were dead certain these two weren't lightweights.

A stupid and outright foolhardy plan quickly came together. It would mean your likely death but the mission would still succeed. It just needed to work for the scant few seconds you'd need to get the ball rolling.

Good thing you carried flashbangs with you.

Tossing out two in front of the strangers you reeled back and hauled your two remaining teammates back as the grenades detonated, causing the two left behind to let out abrupt noises of confusion and alarm.

Yanking your group clear into safety you pulled them close and gave them their orders.

"We're fucked, that much is dead certain. But we can still get a payday, I'll keep em both distracted, I need you two to get in the van and floor it."

"B-but Boss we can't leave ya! That's a death sentence, you saw how fuckin built those two are you wouldn't last more than a few seconds."

"That's all we need and you're wasting it! Get going damnit, and if I'm lucky I'll meet you back at base in the infirmary with the others, now get fuckin going!"

You all but shoved them down the hall from whence you came and squared yourself for the outright asskicking you were about to receive. As you turned to head back to the vault the sounds of two pairs of boots met your ears, followed by a set of hearty laughs.

"Well now ain't that somethin? Savin yer lil teammates by givin yerself up huh? Haven't seen that inna coons age, and here I thought we'd have a slow day today Atty."

"Reckon yer right there Jeri, first time inna long while I've seen someone jus give themselves up ta save someone else..Not that it'll really stop us from doin our job here, y'all did just rob a bank in broad daylight."

The fact that they weren't straight out gunning you down made you pause..course it was probably obvious you had very little fight left in you, you were exhausted from trying to keep everyone else alive and keep the vault cracking going during active gunfire of all things.. These two could probably kill you in one hit and were just wasting time for fun.

"Yeah well....well I had no choice okay! We needed the money pretty badly. I don't care what happens now, I got what I wanted for my crew to prosper.. So whatever happens next happens."

You were fine with death, you had a damn fine medic back at base anyways that'd bring you back and put you back together again..What you weren't expecting was the two of them to give each other a odd look before grinning again at you in that oddly unnerving way.

"Well, I'll give y'all credit for stickin ta yer guns, but tha laws tha law and we gotta take ya in one way or another. So if ya come quietly with us I'll promise things will go alot smoother than havin than tha hard way."

"Jeris right darlin, no use fussin n fightin with us...Ain't no point there jus wastin yer energy. So c'mere and we'll take good care of ya, think of it as a reward for makin our day a lil easier. We tried givin yer friends tha same option but..Course they proved ta be rather stubborn n downright rude."

They acted like this was a chore they didn't feel like going through all the trouble of doing..Something about that rubbed you the wrong way and made you angry, you couldn't fight..But you damn sure could run and make their day all the more worse. You didn't owe them shit, they killed your teammates and are more than likely going to kill you, or just arrest you by the sounds of things.

And god you didn't want to waste money posting bail of all goddamn things. You pushed yourself and took off at a dead sprint out the nearby back doors without a word, the two lawmen yelling for you to stop before more than likely taking off after you.

"Hey now, get yer lil backside back here!"

"Y'all really gonna pull this hogwash after we said we'd go easy on ya?? Well now ain't that just plain rude!"

You'd laugh if you weren't sprinting away like your demise was biting at the skin of your heels, cause well it probably was knowing your luck. The streets weren't too crowded given the local law enforcement probably cleared everyone out by force leaving you plenty of open space to try and find a route those two massive bastards couldn't follow you through.

Ducking a sharp left and nearly falling into the alley you were trying to slip through, you nearly let out a scream seeing just how damn close they were. They had easily closed the gap between you and were damn near a hands breath away from just grabbing at you, the one in blue saw your panicked glance and grinned as he tried to swipe at you.

"What're ya lookin spooked for? Y'all should know what ya signed up for sugar! Not lettin ya get away that easy now, gotta do better than that ta shake tha likes of us~"

He didn't even sound fucking winded, it almost sounded like he was having fun running you down..Oh god you really had to get away now, you didn't want either of them getting ahold of you. You'd have to think fast before you ran out of energy.

What you didn't expect was the turn in the alleyway leading into a abrupt end, almost smacking headlong into the smooth two story wall in front of you. You felt your stomach drop into your feet after a moment when two sets of laughter broke you from your thoughts.

"Was wonderin why ya took this turn..Guess ya didn't know it ended in a dead-end? Y'all did try, I'll give ya credit.. Been a while since I had a bit of fun, doncha agree Jeri?"

"I agree Atty, our lil friend here moves bout as quick as a jackrabbit in a greased skillet! Too bad tha fun ended a lil too soon, was enjoyin it."

As they talked they closed the gap slowly, leaving you pinned against the wall trying to think of a last minute escape plan....and coming up short sans just trying to make a break for it between them. Not wanting to be cornered and starting to panic about what was to come you tried it anyways.

You only managed to get three steps past them both before you felt yourself being abruptly grabbed and wrenched back off your feet. The outright suddenness of it pulled a shocked gasp out of you as you were hauled back to stumble and stand between the two lawmen against your own will.

"Just can't accept that yer done runnin can ya? Well if I were y'all I'd save that fightin energy for later. Now, gotta figure out who's gonna take ya in. Since I spotted ya first I think tha credit should go ta me."

"Aw now wait just a second there Jeri, that ain't what I remember agreein ta."

Atty, the one in brown stepped closer to argue with who you knew was Jeri, unfortunately for you that left you now very much caught literally between them both. You found out that both brothers had a bit of a sizeable belly, leaving you to be squished between them as you tried to wiggle free. Though try as you could, one of the brothers had a hold on your arm and kept you rooted to the spot as you more or less felt the argument than heard at this point.

The two of them seemed intent on arguing circles around each other while you struggled uselessly to worm your way out somehow, the two of them were like walking heaters and it was getting hard to focus. Hell it felt like the longer you stayed stuck between them both the deeper you sank between them, you tried to get either ones attention in hopes of getting free.

Minutes ticked by and you were very much sure by now they were deliberately ignoring you while they talked, you had even started flailing your legs a bit to maybe get something to happen. When you tried to maybe push yourself did you realize something was wrong.

You couldn't feel the ground any more, not only that but the hand holding your arm felt somehow alot more bigger. Being trapped between them you couldn't see for sure but this was starting to freak you out something bad. Pulling your one free arm close to your chest, you tried to push out to free your head at least so you could get a look around.

Wriggling around a bit you managed to force the damn walls of flesh pinning you between them apart to see what the hell they were doing, or just to yell at them when what greeted you made you pause in disbelief.

They towered over you, more so than you remember them doing what, five minutes ago?? You felt yourself reeling for a moment trying to make sense of this, how the hell did they get bigger?? Your voice only came out in a shocked and embarrassingly quiet squeak of surprise, which of course got both of their attentions.

Gold and yellow lenses tilted down to get a look at you before their owners grinned mischievously.

"Ya need somethin down there darlin? Ya look a bit outta sorts down there."

"Don't look like yer havin fun down there though sugar. Maybe we should wrap things up ay Atty?"

As they talked you felt something weird..like your body was shifting ever so slightly despite you being stock still. At least until a noise coming from the one called Jeri's stomach grumbled out against you loudly, causing both of them to look back up at one another.

"Damn Jeri, when's tha last time ya got anythin ta eat? Must be starvin if yer guts makin that much noise."

"Guess it slipped my mind till now Atty, but yer right I should probably eat somethin here right soon."

As they talked, your world shifted even more so as you both felt and saw yourself being pulled free from between the two lawmen..only things were very much wrong now and it turns out your eyes weren't playing tricks on you.

Both Jeri and Atty looked so much more bigger than before simply because you had shrunk. Jeri was wrapping his large fingers around you as he shifted to bring you up to his smiling face. Your stomach had probably hit the core of the earth by now by how goddamned panicked and worried you were feeling now.

"Aw what's that look for sugar? Y'all scared of lil ol'e me or somethin? Heh, just relax yer in good hands~"

The fact that you were no bigger than some doll being held hostage in his massive hand made you glare at him for the stupid joke, which made him snort and laugh lightly in response.

"Sorry couldn't resist a lil jokin, tryin ta lighten tha mood yea? Ya look damn near ready ta faint on me here from fright alone."

"Might be cause of that spooky ass grin ya keep levelin their way ya damn goofball. C'mon Jeri, ain't no one tell ya it's impolite ta play round with yer food?"

"I know I know, just not lookin forward ta writin up tha damn damage reports for todays lil incident. Made off with more than 10k and then some didn'tcha?"

He gave you a half hearted glare before another loud grumble came from his midsection once more..a slow rising dread listening to them both made its way into your chest. The whole food comment now starting to take a darker meaning in the back of your head.

"...You-you can't be serious..You're taking me back to jail right? Why shrink me, what's going on?"

"Y'all haven't put it together have ya sugar? Well nothin's a better teacher than first hand experience right? Just gotta take care of one lil detail first."

Large warm fingers grabbed ahold of your legs one by one and you felt Jeri slip off your shoes of all things, the reality of your current situation was finally kicking in and you began to thrash and kick at him wildly.

"Aw now simmer down sugar, ain't no point ta try fightin now, y'all already lost this lil battle. Just calm down n let me do what I do best, promise I'll even be real gentle with ya."

You couldn't get his fingers to budge even a inch with how hard you tried to fight, his grip was like steel around you even if it didn't hurt you in the slightest. Regardless you were still scared shitless at what he had planned for you.

You felt the hand holding you shift close to Jeris face as he raised you higher still to hang over his now wide open mouth, lips curled into a easygoing smile as he caught your stare.

"Been fun sweetheart, but a mans gotta eat afterall. Try n behave a lil better n we might not have ta meet like this again next time yeah?"

Feet dangling over his awaiting abyss of a mouth you were left speechless, this couldn't be happening, this shouldn't be happening. Your brain was shutting down from the shock until you felt the shocking warmth of what awaited you envelop your legs eagerly.

Watching yourself being slipped between grinning jaws and doing nothing at all to stop it aside from a soft pitiful wailing noise. A noise that rose several octaves as you abruptly felt the hand holding you simply let you go to freefall the rest of the way inside. Your back met with the warm wet flesh inside, you snapped your head up just in time to see the outside world vanish as the jaws surrounding you clicked shut, locking you inside for good.

You were inside someones mouth, it was humid and cramped but you began to thrash and yell to be let back out. Death wasn't a new subject for any Nevadean, but being eaten alive wasn't something you wanted to experience. The bastard who had you tucked away behind his teeth hummed gently around you and began to toss and turn you about, like you were nothing but a piece of food to savor.

There wasn't room for you to do anything, you were at his mercy and unfortunately it seemed like he only wanted one thing from you. Your hellish experience was only about to grow worse as you felt your prison tilt back once more and felt yourself sliding downwards as your legs were gripped tightly and pulled into Jeri's throat. It was going too fast, you didn't want any of this but it seemed your captor was all to eager to get you where he wanted you, another long gulp or two and you were slipping down his throat with ease. Before you could even come to terms with it you were being dumped into his stomach, landing on your back in the dark amongst walls of squishy flesh.

You were trying not to hyperventilate when a voice rang out all around you amongst the other bodily noises.

"Hope yer cell's comfy, gotta admit ya didn't taste half bad! Would of liked ta enjoy ya a bit longer but I'm on tha clock sadly. Gotta put business ahead of pleasure ya understand. Thanks for bein sucha lovely lil treat, makes up a lil bit for tha ruckus y'all caused."

You wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything other than lay here inside of someone elses goddamn stomach of all things. Your new prison began to gently sway, they were likely heading back to the bank now that you were taken care of. You could almost make out what the two of them were saying over the rushing of blood in your ears.

Jericho couldn't help but feel a little bit bad but he was a lawman afterall and you definitely were a dang criminal. You looked scared witless, must of been your first time getting put away in that kinda manner, he'd make it up to you the only way him and his brother could. The thought did bring a smile to his face a bit more, if things worked out you'd understand as well before long.

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You weren't sure how much time had passed while trapped in here, you had already gone through all the stages of grief it felt like. The tears had long ago stopped as you exhausted yourself trying to fight and figure a way back up to freedom. You quickly found out nothing worked, and served to only amuse your captor who laughed and commented now and again on your "fighting spirit being cute".

So you opted to lay in the dark and hope whatever happened next wouldn't be too painful. So far the only thing of note you could notice was that you felt utterly exhausted and every bit of you felt weirdly tingly. Like the static you felt when a limb had fallen asleep, only it covered every inch of you and made the exhaustion worse by tenfold. Deciding sleep might be the only escape you had left, you felt yourself drifting off before your tired mind could finish processing the thought.

Jericho paused for a moment in the middle of his workload to let out a soft burp or two, hand going to his midsection where you had long decided to go still and accept what was going to happen. A much softer smile spread over his face for a moment before going back to work once more.

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Dying was a little different each time, the weird interm before you "woke up" back in the cloning vats back at base different for you and everyone else. Sometimes you'd just wake up immediately with a gasp of fresh air, Skinner somewhere nearby ready to help you to your feet. Others it felt like you were being pulled up from some deep trench, still muddled and caught between life and death. Those rare times were the worse..taking you hours till you felt stable and completely alive again. Doc had said it was due to your imprinting sometimes acting weird and it would happen from time to time.

But this time was..much different. You felt warm, comfortably warm and relaxed oddly. Like getting into a freshly clean bed after a nice hot shower almost kind of warm but it permeated every last cell of you. If you had a face wherever this was it'd be red as something else accompanied the warmth. It felt like...adoration, like pure love and joy at seeing someone. You felt like you were being scooped up and pulled into the perfect hug by someone you hadn't seen in ages..someone you missed but never knew at the same time. It overwhelmed you entirely, can you cry here?? It felt like something you so desperately needed and yearned for but couldn't put into actual words..It simply was love in every form somehow at once.

You woke up and it felt like it was all too soon somehow. Tears were gently flowing down your face, worrying Skinner and the few workers he had lending him a hand..You told them you were fine, just feeling a bit odd. Skinner looked at you and your readings before nodding and tsking gently.

"Well your readings are saying you have twice the regular dosage of dopamine going through your system right now..I'm not sure how but something like that is quite unusual! Especially from just waking up, perhaps some rest and warm food will help regulate your system a bit better. If you continue to feel a bit off from your normal state come see me as soon as possible and we'll run a few tests."

Nodding weakly you wandered off to your private quarters in a mild daze, until two of your teammates all but ran you over.

"BOSS, boss there you are! Glad to see you back in one piece, we got some intel about those two big bastards that got you and the others today."

"Yeah? What's that then, what didja get?"

"They're both lawmen, twins in fact..They're named Jericho and Atticus..they're like..the top enforcers of PrivSec. So no wonder we all got our asses handed to us if they sent their heavy hitters to clear things out."

Looking at the few sheets of paper being held out to you, you saw two very familiar faces grinning back at you..Well the name Jeri made a bit more sense..You gave em a nod and took the papers.

"Next time we try that damn bank again, we're gonna have to bring better guns..if we ever decide to try robbing a damn bank again."

Something told you even if you decided to play it safe, those two damn cowboys would be showing up again...You had a few damn questions for them anyways. But for now..you needed some sleep to sort your head out. And maybe to try and remember what you felt again before waking up.

#g/t vore #mawdness combat #extreme cuddling #fatal vore #tfw i write a goddamn novel for one ask.#v/ore #soft vore #gentle pred #mawedness combat #vore writing #safe vore #sfw vore

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heliianth · 8 months

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Ohh im glad i didn't bother you <3 (also i ate the word where i meant he's not a sweetheart lol doesn't mean he goes out of his way to be mean to people either i wil die on that hill)I love discussing characterizations and such or analyzing trends that why i mentioned from my pespective shadow fans always mischaracterize him the most(more that sega)</3 they take him to extremes where he's too water down or he's idw shadow(sorry). Years ago it seem like people said "he's and edgy mean vegeta i hate him" and now the difference is "he's such an asshole, mean bastard lame loser i love him <3 has always been get over it". All the characters get a bad deal especially the introverts(sonic im so sorry) in favor of thing that are "funny" "relatable" "loveable lame" more to people tastes in general, is very interesting(and not my preference at all). Anyways poor guy hope someday they can set him up better(06 feels more truthful to me) there's lots of potencial for this one introvert, asocial guy(all of them please)if you want to check this blog fukurou-hoseki talk a lot about the games and analysis, especially sonic himself, bye have a good week

i agree that a lot of mischaracterization happens within fan spaces as well. i think bad portrayals, like in boom, which had a shadow with very little depth and an excess of edge, caused a lot of people to "pendulum swing" in the extreme opposite direction by insisting that shadow isn't like that at all—that he's actually very shy and nice and has friends, and all that. and while not all of that is bad, it also means lots of his flaws arent acknowledged. now we see other fans try to push back against that by insisting that hes a COMPLETE asshole, that he was always meant to be and insisting otherwise is woobifying, etc etc. like u said. very little room for middle ground sometimes. i also agree that 06 is a very good representation, and i like it mostly because it feels like a good culmination of the other games' work on his character arc

i also agree that sonic gets hit with the fanon stick really hard over here, i tend to have unpopular opinions about him and so i dont really open my mouth bc i feel like that will ruin peoples fun. shadow seems to be a more divisive character so i feel more comfortable poking fun at ideas i disagree with or stating my opinion, but theres seemingly such a wide "consensus" abt sonic that i feel like i would risk swinging at a hornets nest, even if i dont think anyone who would see it would actually be mean like that :')

i have heard of that user, i think ive scrolled thru their blog a few times so i kind of understand what they get at. i may follow in the future & i may not, i often get really anxious following first especially if its an analysis blog and i also do my own analysis (though i wouldn't consider my one-off jokey-tone posts serious analysis). but i agree with a lot of their sentiments, sometimes i disagree but thats just life

have a good week as well! i really loved talking with u <3

#heliianswers #i love love love talking abt this stuff as well. & u gave me a chance to better articulate my thoughts so thank u :)

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istanbulite · 2 years

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My Problems with Astraeus & MC

when i look past all the fanon n worldbuilding n the storyline i think for my MC,,, the route w/o anything added leaves a bitter taste sometimes... provided its shorter then others but its still... and im bored

For example... when complete w how the MC acts in his route i dont like how Astraeus calls her his 'greatest muse' and at one point likens her to the main art piece in a gallery. Normally itd b cute but here its :///

bc she does act as distant as a piece in a museum.

She never tries to understand him or be there for him... 'get down to his level' in a way, take care of him... idk give a little massage something... even he's bleeding out he's the one taking care of her... not only that she's constantly annoyed by how he speaks, by his greatest passion (poetry) i never feel like she knows things abt him or tries to get to know him (or like what she knows) and naturally he puts her up on a pedestal to admire.

They kind of just...have sex. And Astraeus has this mysterious connection to her heart for some reason other than that do they even have anything in common... She's the subject of his intense love but now that i read carefully i don't think its returned. Girl at least throw a 'I'll never leave you' or sth... Which is why i think he brings up the idea of a seperation a couple times bc he doesnt feel secure... Or thinks he s holding her back & and is afraid of her comparing him to Hades' in possessiveness (which was also unpleasent fyi... there can b a mid ground)

Who says... 'Yeah if you wish we can get seperated' when remembering a beloved union... im not all hard on MC tho dw now its Astraeus' turn xD 'would mine really be more binding' my dear boy MC was about to be sacrificed when you found her SHE DIDNT SIMPLY JUMP INTO YOUR ARMS

Yeah it looks like your husband does think that despite being in the middle of the events. I was offended for her here and wished she'd turn his proposal down as it looks like it doesnt mean much to him and he will leave as soon as he finds the next shiny thing. He seems fickle.

Another thing... Id have liked a serious apology from Astraeus abt how he acted in Hades' route... This -

aint it chief. Like i give sm excuses to him n actually find him a lot more charming then Hades there despite it being his route but that does not change the fact he did try to forcibly kiss her, threatened her, forcibly kissed her this time and grabbed her.... A couple times. Yuck. The problem isnt that he did those id have expected worst from a man who spent centuries in that hellhole but that the story takes this too lightly. No i never found it funny how he treated her partly bc the canon mc was terrified. Wtf

Speaking of that Hellhole...

You literally didnt. You were waiting in Tartarus for forever if not for the MC. Um how dare you??? You could say he's trying to get Herakles' attention here by making MC seem like a bystander but i dont think so tbh. It feels like he does believe this. And its such a weird ooc moment... Hades literally kicked his ass w 1 arm... Twice. Later he's like ohhhh MC youre so powerful and it sounds so hollow

Another > when they mention her heart 'calling him' like a phone call. You really didnt have to make it sound like that lmao. It feels like she rang him -_-; 'heard your heart what do you want' like... this very sentence haunts me. İdk Astraeus get milk on the way home

#astoria #afk mc #astraeus #deserved better... by the mc too... at least the canon one w/o any additions... i dont like her...#lovestruck #astoria fate's kiss #astoria lost kisses #xx

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dirk-rider · 6 months

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TT: Jake.

TT: Jake what the fuck do you think you’re doing to my ass at this godforsaken fuckin’ hour.

GT: Ah! Dirk!

TT: Not a fuckin’ answer.

GT: Well um you see-

TT: I never said you should STOP, did I?

GT: ???

TT: Don’t mistake my confusion for disdain.

TT: Your hands feel pretty damn good, honestly, especially where they’ve landed now.

TT: But wakin’ up with one of your hands fondling my ass before trailing up to join the other one on my gut isn’t an experience I’m too familiar with.

GT: Oh dirk i promise i wasnt going to go further-

TT: Yeah, I figured. You seemed pretty damn contented just feelin’ me up.

TT: But what led to your hand bein’ placed so kindly on my asscheek in the first place?

GT: Well it didnt exactly *start* on your… er… bosom.

TT: I thought that was another word for tits.

GT: Oh! Yes. Right.

GT: I didnt start on your rear is what im trying to get at.

GT: I started on your stomach.

TT: Yeah? Why’s that?

GT: Well it was making frightful noises and i figured somebody ought to soothe your middle!

GT: But when i put my hands on you

GT: well.

TT: “Well”? He says “well”? What’s so special about all this shit? My gut is near fuckin’ always aching.

GT: Well yes.

GT: But never before has it been so…

GT: Oh dirk dont make me say it..!

TT: Say what? I have no clue what you’re on about.

GT: Dirk this is embarrassing!

TT: So what? Spit.

GT: *Huffs* fine.

GT: Never before has it been so…

GT: So…

GT: So damn distendedly soft!

TT: Shit.

GT: Youre really sporting quite the pudge down there mister!

GT: And that made me wonder if…

GT: If maybe.

GT: Maybe that pudge spread further down.

TT: Shiiit.

GT: So i got to feeling your thighs and… oh dirk your thighs are wonderfully plump!

TT: That why my pants are pulled down?

TT: Adventure awaits below my waist or some shit?

TT: Beware all who enter, for there be unsteady ground ahead?

GT: Haha they do jiggle a bit!

GT: Oh dont groan at that when you know they do!

GT: But anyway.

GT: Once i had gotten that far i realized that this might be my only chance to feel you like this.

GT: Im not sure when these changes began occurring but i sure as dickens wasnt ready to pass up the opportunity!

TT: Opportunity? More like goddamned national tragedy.

GT: If it were a national tragedy i dont think id be enjoying this so much!

TT: Enjoying what.

GT: Well… your extra weight i suppose.

TT: Don’t lie to make me feel better, man.

GT: ???

GT: Me? A liar???

GT: A gentleman never *lies* mister strider!

GT: Not unless it is an incredibly important matter!

GT: Why would i lie about something like this?

TT: You’re pretty damn eager to divulge this information, a guy just might think you planned this schpeel in advance.

GT: *Does* a guy think i planned this in advance?

TT: Well…

GT: You of all people should know how i get when im tired!

GT: It can be hard to plan when you have caught me in the dead of night when my thoughts are hazy and the truth is hard to swallow.

TT: Jake, seriously. What’s so wonderful about all of this. Is it just the thrill of the discovery? Maybe you like knowing I’m growing less and less attractive by the day for some reason?

GT: Less attractive???

GT: Heavens no dirk!

GT: Dirk if i seriously thought you were “less attractive” would i be so eager to touch you?

GT: I dont think youre less attractive in the slightest.

GT: In all honesty

GT: this might be the hottest you have ever been.

TT: The… the fuck???

GT: Oh dirk youre so perceptive i thought youd figured me out by now!

GT: Is your self worth really so low you couldnt believe it?

TT: Believe what, I Jake.

GT: Dirk

GT: i am so incredibly attracted to… to guys-

TT: No shit, knew that.

GT: Guys who are *fat* dirk.

TT: No way.

GT: I never thought my actions were really making much of a difference until tonight.

GT: Youve been wearing such baggy clothes as of recent.

GT: I chalked it up to the colder weather.

GT: But to know its due to your own self indulgence? Your gluttony?

TT: …

GT: Did you genuinely believe my actions were simply for humor? Did you think i overfed you simply because it gave me a good chuckle seeing you nearly beached?

TT: Kind of, yeah.

GT: Dirk i hate to admit it but i am absolutely *enamored* with your body as it is.

GT: I feel guilt for causing you to lose the figure you once so proudly showed off.

GT: But i think you should be just as proud of this one!

GT: You used to bloat up and show off a similar shape and that was oftentimes fodder for my fantasies.

GT: But now youre just as round without that pesky painful bloat beneath!

GT: I assume youre typically softer nowadays anyway. Going off of how soft your… hrm… caboose has ended up.

GT: Though right now your middle is as stated before quite the gurgly guy! *Pat pat.*

TT: Jake don’t-

TT: *pphllrrRRrrbbt*

TT: Goddammit.

GT: Whoopsie daisies!

GT: You do feel a bit better though after that. Right?

TT: …Yeah.

GT: So you wouldnt mine too terribly if i continued working out some of your… ahem! Sounds? So that i may feel your stomachs underlying softness?

TT: Go fuckin’ wild, man.

GT: Hurrah! Thank you so kindly mister strider! You wont regret this!

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espytalks · 1 year

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I dont even like tomatoes much, but ive been finding ways to enjoy em, cause ive been getting a good amount every few days for a while now. My peppers are also finally growing, so when those get big enough ill have fresh bell peppers!

On a much less positive note, the leaves on some of my plants (mostly just the tomatoes and the flowers) noticeably wilt as the day gets hotter. Im not entirely sure whats wrong; i water them regularly, and i try not to water too much, so i dont think thats the problem. So either i have a pest problem ( but i doubt it, theyre in containers above ground) or its just so dang hot, they wilt to conserve water, which is what i think is going on, cause the fruit themselves seems to be ok? I could only find one source that mentioned it, but it seems like that might be it? Its super hot here, its the middle of the hottest part of summer, and the days are long, hot, and humid. My plants could simply just have a hard time tolerating my climate?

Theres so many ways a plant can be doing something like that, and its hard to know how to tell when its one problem or the other. And its also different between each plant, and there arent many concrete sources on how to grow stuff in my area specifically. im northeast florida, and when i do find a source from florida, its usually central or south florida. Maybe i should research georgia growing tips, since im honestly closer to there than anywhere else.

The best i found is a youtber from north(?) carolina, he seems to have a similar enough climate to me to be relevant. And i still havent found anything thatll tell me definitively whats wrong.

Im just frustrated. Im hoping this is a temporary problem that'll resolve itself when it starts cooling off.

#espy talks #espy gardens

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this isn’t anime related (I apologize) but i need a bit of advice? idk but yk how hard it is to get a job especially in this day and age right. well my dad keeps pressuring me to get one when I’m literally disabled (deaf + autistic) and I’ve also told him that i am not mentally ready to have one but he’s not listening😭. i have severe anxiety, always paranoid, horrible sleeping issues, and scared of everything & everyone. i have no experience in the work field but he wants to hook me up to work $9 an hour when that’s literally like pocket change. not even $16 an hour like my sister is making. ((now with this monkey pox going around??? yea i dont even wanna step foot outside rn))

idk what to do, do you have any advice on how i should go about it? i cant bring it up w/o an argument happening. sorry if you’re uncomfortable with answering this ask😭you can just delete it or ignore it😞

hello hello!!!!

i honestly don't think im equipped to give advice when it comes to this, especially since it seems you and i have very different ways of coping with things. i also don't deal with a disability that affects how i interact with the world, so i feel VERY underqualified to give any advice at all about this.

my best suggestion would be to come to a middle ground of sorts with him. speaking from my own personal experience with an anxiety disorder (so pls take this with the largest grain of salt possible since it is very likely that u and i interact with the world in very different ways), i found that getting a job and putting myself into the workforce was the best way to get over the hump of not feeling prepared. it kinda forced me to be like "alright, this is how the world is regardless of my own shit that i have going on" which is kind of a shitty thing but at the same time it was very rewarding for me personally.

the best place to start getting experience is to just jump right in and try and get that experience wherever you can, yk? and while you deserve to be paid at least minimum wage where you are (in my state it is 15 an hour), its good that your dad can hook you up with a job where you might feel more comfortable. i think that if you were going to try and find that middle ground, you should maybe at least articulate that if you are going to work, you deserve to work for minimum wage at the very least and that you at least want that if you're not going to have much of a choice in the matter.

that being said, the way we interact with the world is probably very different and i can see where the apprehension that you're feeling about entering the workforce might be coming from. it can be a really unforgiving and difficult place. the fact of the matter is that in this capitalistic nightmare we live in, work is a necessity for adults and your dad is probably just trying to look out for you the only way he knows how (I'm assuming).

however, if you are not ready, maybe try having a conversation with him about how you can get ready instead of just saying no, yk? bc as adults, we all gotta work at some point to support ourselves (im assuming once again abt your situation, sorry). a good way to avoid a blow-out argument would be to show that it's not that you don't want to work but rather that you feel unprepared to go in as you are now and might need a little time and extra assistance to learn what to expect for someone with your life experiences.

again, i feel woefully unqualified to give this advice, but i at least hope that it can offer some clarity and a little comfort in knowing that there are many people who don't feel ready to enter the workforce, including me when i first started working. i hope that you work out a solution that works for you and that things begin to improve.

#cal.ask #im really sorry if this is inadequate #im not really qualified to be giving this advice but i didn't wanna leave you hanging

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poppy-metal · 3 years

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"The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.”

A/N: im placing this before the sexual side of their relationship begins. A prelude of sorts, if you will.

Cw: voyeurism, smut, dekus secretly dirty mouth.

All things considered izuku’s room was...not as gross as you expected a staple college aged guys dorm room to be. It was cluttered but not disgusting, posters of comics and figurines and manga and some clothes strewn about, everything kind of frenzied and haphazard. It was so incredibly deku, a secret smile pulled at your lips, even though your reasons for being here were less than innocent

He’s wearing fucking pink. Because of course he is, of course izuku is humble and comfortable in his masculinity enough to pull off a bright pink t-shirt. It hugs his chest too, and you have to wonder if literally any of his clothes fit him and the tits he decided to grow in college. His image is so utterly imposing, his smile so bright, and laugh so airy, it sends butterflies flipping through your stomach at just the sight of him and that makes you want to vomit. Your lips curl in a sneer and you’re walking towards him and the group of friends he’s talking to as if on reflex.

Stupid, lovely deku. You knock your shoulder into his as you pass, hard enough that his books clatter and fall to the floor, scattering. And then those green eyes are on you, giving you his attention and your body feels alive, your blood cells buzzing under your skin even as he frowns. The dimples on his freckled face fall as he takes you in. Yes, you think, look at me, see me, want me.

Out loud you say. “Watch where you’re going, stupid deku” and you’re looking at him like he’s the dirt under your shoe. He’s not. He’s the center of your universe. Your world tilts around his axis. “Pink isn’t your fucking color by the way”. it is.

Izuku huffs. He’s past the point where he used to turn as red as a tomato and duck his head whenever you stood in front of him, but he’s still deku at the end of the day. An easy target. “If looking at me bothers you so much you could just ignore me.” He crouches down to pick up his things. His words make you itch, if you could ignore him, you wouldn’t fucking be here. Its because he exists too much, that you want to push him down so much.

You step your manicured foot onto his notebook right as he’s about to grab it. He tugs at it, you dont budge, and he looks up at you, exasperated. “Can i have my notebook, please?”

Why is he so fucking pretty? God, you want to throw up. You dig your heel in further, covering the flutter you feel in your chest with a practiced sneer. “I like the way you say please, deku.” You lean down a little, “Say ‘your highness’ and i’ll move”

It’s a thrill, seeing the way his jaw sets, his brow furrows, his eyes go annoyed. Sweet, sweet, friendly izuku. You’re the only one he looks at like this, like he wants to throttle you. But he won’t. You see his adams apple bob, his cheeks dust pink, even as he glares. “No”

You pause. It’s not the first time he’s gotten snippy with you, but the conviction behind it is new. You feel something in your stomach give a jump, your blood thrumming in your ears. You jerk your foot towards you, sliding his notebook out from his hands and standing completely on top of it with both your feet now. Your sticky lips, glossy and plump, spread into a mocking grin, “No? Do i need to slam you into some lockers and take you lunch money?” You feel a thousand feet tall, towering above him still kneeling, you on the high ground, looking down at him below you, where he can’t reach you. Can’t ever see the truth. “C’mon pansy, you’re already on your knees anyway”

But he isn’t anymore. He jerks to a stand, and now he’s taller than you, but you puff your chest out, not letting that affect you. It always affects you. Not that he knows or ever notices. Your eyes are widening when he steps forward so you’re practically nose to nose and chest to chest. “I don’t have time for you” he snaps, irritated. And then he’s stepping away as suddenly as he stepped up, the rest of his things gathered in his arms, he shakes his head at you, a tendril of that mossy mousey hair falling into his eyes. “I gotta get to class”

And then he’s gone, brushing by you, disengaging. You stand there, your breath stuck in your chest, not moving. ‘I dont have time for you’ over and over again rings through your head like a mantra. You step off his notebook robotically and kick it across the floor. It bangs against a wall and you feel your fists clench, nail beds digging into your palms harshly. ‘I dont have time for you’

You turn on your heel, away from the direction of your class, fury blinding you. Anger in place of humiliation, vindication in place of being humbled. You don’t know what crawled up his ass and made him think he was above you all the sudden, but you weren’t having it, not the fuck at all.

And that’s how you found yourself snooping through izukus dorm, with the intention of finding some kind of dirt, or something to hold over his stupid head. He didn’t have time for you? How dare he act like he was better than you, like he had things more important to do than to indulge you. You were still so mad you wanted to throw a tantrum, kick and scream and claw his eyes out. Straddle his stupid broad waist and shake him until all he saw was you, you, you.

You really hated him. Hated that because of him you were basically a bully because any attention from him was attention you thrived and lived under. Maybe if you weren’t so prideful, so disgusted by the weakness of your own gooey emotions for him, you would have tried to be the center of his attention in a nicer way, but as it was you were in too deep. This was the sick game you played, and losing wasn’t an option.

You hated how much that made you similar to bakugou in a way. You didn’t like that guy, and even weirdly so, you wanted to gouge his fucking eyes out for the way he treated and talked to izuku. Was it jealousy or possesivness that drove you to want to be the only one who could rile izuku? You wondered, sometimes, if bakugou felt the same way about you.

It was the loss of control, for you. Better yet, it was the way you liked the loss of that control. You had always prided yourself on being strong willed and a perfectionist. But whenever your eyes so much as grazed izukus, all your emotions went rattling around your stomach in sick twisted ways, giving you goosebumps, making you...nervous. It was a crush that had turned into an obsession, wasn’t it? And you wanted to make izuku suffer not only for invoking those messy feelings, but for not seeming to return them as well. If he couldn’t love you or want you romantically or sexually, you’d force yourself onto his radar and into his head until thinking about anyone else was impossible. Until you squirmed under his skin as much as he squirmed under yours.

Acting like you didnt exist was unacceptable. Obviously you’d slacked off on your taunts and actions, if he could just brush past you so easily, not taking your bait. You needed to even the playing field again, and by even you meant you needed to be towering above him again.

Towering over him so you dont have the time to think about how much you want to be under him, your mind whispers at you as you pick through his room, trying to find anything incripting. Someone like izuku would probably have something utterly embarrassing like a diary or some weird porn magazines, shameless, helpless guy that he was.

You huff as you open his drawer next to his bedside, nearly slamming it back shut in shock at what you see there.

You’re not stupid. You’re a healthy, young woman with an active sexual imagination and access to the world wide web, to porn.

Izuku has a fleshlight in his drawer. Izuku has a sexytoy. Izuku. And its green.

Izuku has a sex toy that he probably uses. That he probably sticks his cock into and moves-

An absurd laugh barks out of you, shocked and helpless. Because while in your head you knew izuku had to be some kind pervert, what other explanation was there for the way he blushed and darted his gaze around like a ping pong ball whenever you leaned forward and get caught a glimpse under your blouse, this is...unexpected. Imagining izuku in explicit scenarios, doing lewd things, it was something you didn’t allow your mind to wonder to often over. You didn’t like the way you got all squirmy and meek whenever you thought too long about izuku without clothes.

You feel kind of squirmy now, hot and uncomfortable as you shift around and try to gather your wits back about you. Revenge, that’s what you’re here for.

With a shaky exhale you turn away from his dresser, your thoughts flitting around your head like annoying gnats. What, who, does he think about when he…? What does he look like? What does his...c- You shake your head, slap your cheeks, trying to center yourself from the images floating around, flustering you and distracting you.

You’re in the middle of lifting the covers on his bed to peek under it, see if there’s anything there, when you hear the handle on his door jiggle. You freeze, every muscle in your body locked frozen like a deer in headlights as the knob twists, and then catches. Right. You’d picked the lock with one of your hair clips and then made sure to lock it again behind you just in case something like this happened. And by the, “Ugh” on the other side of the door, yep that’s definitely izuku. You’re shoved out of your shocked state, and bolting for his closet door as you hear the jingle of his keys twist in the lock, trying your best to close the door as quietly as possible behind you, it swishing shut barely a second before the door to his dorm opens and you hear him step in.

Class must have let out early or something, you think huffily, gently rearranging yourself into a comfortable position on a pile of his clothes as he shuffles around his room. You hear the thumb of him dropping his books, the shuffle of his feet, the clutter of him taking off his shoes and the squeak of his mattress as he plops down on it.

You tuck your knees to your chest and roll your eyes, picking at your leggings as you wonder how long you’ll have to hide before he goes to the bathroom or something so you can leave. It’s fucking stuffy in his closet already, the air hot. Your hand touches the soft fabric beneath you, realizing you’re sitting on one of his hoodies. Its too dark to see which one it is, but you imagine it as your favorite red one. Maybe you’d steal it as compensation for him making you sit and wait in his dumb closet while he probably stared at the ceiling with no thoughts in his dumb brain.

You hear him sigh, loud and dramatic, and then a muffled scream/groan into his pillow. Your lips twitch, he’s such a fucking drama queen.

Your little smile drops off your face when you hear the sound of his drawer opening.

Oh god. Oh no.

Your face feels like there are embers burning under it as you hear the unmistakable sound of clothes being shucked, a zipper and and then flop, and then….a slick wet sound and a sigh of relief.

Your eyes feel like they are bugging out of your head. Izuku is really about to fuck his fleshlight with you hiding in his closet with him none the wiser. You feel suddenly embarrassed and hot all over, hiding your face in your knees as you hear him let out a moan. A loud one.

You’re on fire, every part of you. You don’t think you can take this, don’t think you can sit through this and listen to this, think you should just burst out of his closet and use your bravado to somehow flip the situation and make him feel humiliated for getting off in the privacy of his own room, like he’s in the wrong even though you had violated so many boundaries for even being here right now.

You could do it too, you know. You’re good at twisting things, at powering through the complicated mess of flustered feelings izuku makes you feel and making it his fault, making him back down and cower. You could do it...you’re uncurling your legs and pushing your hands under you in the middle of getting up to do so when-

“Fuck. ___” Your name. You freeze, for an unholy, goldy second you think you’ve been caught, that he has acquired x-ray vision and has spotted you but no. His voice isn’t surprised or upset its...breathless, airy. He moaned it.

The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.

Heat immediately shoots between your legs, your core throbbing unbidden in reflex to the sound, helpless to stop it, to have any other reaction. Your ass plops right back down. You turn slightly towards the door, pressing your side against it, your ear smooshed against the cool wood as you listen, as if drawn under a spell.

“You’re such…” You hear izuku pant, his voice deeper and more rough then you’ve ever heard it before. “A fucking brat”

Wet between your legs, seeping through your panties at his words, seemingly ripped out of him. God, he sounds pissed, wrecked. He cursed. You’ve never heard izuku curse before, never, even when you’d pushed him too far. Something really was different about today.

The slick sounds are more frequent now, steady and...and sounding like real sex you’d heard from porn before. Wet, sloppy, and slapping. Your knees knock together as you lean forward even more. There’s an invisible string pulling, tugging you forward, you want to see…

“Fucking slut” He grunts, and there’s a heavy slap, your breath catching in your fucking throat as you realize that...that must be the clap of his balls hitting the back of his fleshlight everytime he thrusts into it. “Always running your fucking mouth, looking down at me, so mean, you’re so fucking mean to me…uh..”

The sounds of sex fill the room and you can’t take it anymore, you’re burning, burning, burning, fuck the consequnces. You hesitantly and slowly turn the handle of the closet door, letting it slide open just a crack, enough for you to peek through, to get a glimpse.

His lean muscular back is the first thing you see, he’s facing directly away from his closet, thank god but oh god, that means you see..so much. The flex of his shoulder blades under his tan skin, the smattering of freckles over his shoulder, the long slender slope of his spine as it curves down his broad back, the dimbles at the bottom of his spine, flexing as he fucks his toy. His ass, because of course izuku would have a perfect round bubble butt. There are freckles there too.

Your eyes skate down, hungry to his large and heavy balls, low hanging and full, currently smacked right up against the base of the little pocket pussy he’s practically straddling on his bed.

It hits you again than, that deku is imagining that toy is you, he’s imagining fucking you in this position on his bed right now, imagining its your cunt hes pounding into, and your face he’s spitting those filthy words at.

Your hand is really moving without your permission when it slips under the band of your leggings into your panties, fingers immediately dipping between the slick folds of your pussy, silky and wet.

“-Wet” Izuku grunts, as you dip a finger just barely inside. “Fuck, i knew you’d be so fucking soft and good inside. Such a bratty girl would have a sweet cunt attached to her, huh?”

Fuck, where and when did izuku start speaking like this? His soft voice curling around such crude words is making you gush all over your fingers. You wish you could see the kind of face he was making when he said them.

“Yeah, you like taking my cock don’t you, baby?” He croons and if you close your eyes you can almost imagine he’s speaking directly into your ear, behind you. His thrusts get heavier, rougher, he lifts his leg up on the bed and you see a flash of the little green toy being fucked on his cock, big and angry looking. He’s being so brutal, hammering the thing down on his dick as he hips rut to meet every downward tug. “Milk it. Milk my fucking cock you whore. Wanna- fuck, wanna hear you say my name when you cum, want you to know who’s pouding that little pussy. The loser you fucking hate, yeah? Gonna cum for me?”

Yes, you whimper in your head in answer to him, your fingers curling deep, deep, inside, fucking yourself on them in earnest. He’s so big and you only caught a glimpse, but it was enough. Enough to know he’d fucking cleave you apart if he tried to fit that monster between his legs inside your tight little pussy. But you want it, god you fucking want it. You wanna feel him splitting you open, making you cream around him, making you beg for it. Making you bleed.

“One of these day” he says, his voice breathless but steady, even as it cracks. You know he’s close. “I’m gonna fucking snap. Im going to make you look me in the fucking eye and apologize for making me want you, and then im going to split that pussy open- fuck, im coming, fuck, fuck, fuck. Do you understand, b-bitch? Gonna fucking make you mine, yeah, take it, take your senpais cock you dirty fucking girl, ah!”

He slumps forward, hips humping into the toy and balls spasming as he pumps it full of his cum, shuddering deeply with little aborted whimpers. “Good girl, good girl” he pants, trailing off, giving one last little jerk of his hips before stilling.

You bite your lip so hard you draw blood to stop yourself from whimpering out loud. You pull your sticky fingers out of your cunt and shuffle back into the dark of the closet, curling in on yourself as izuku lays there, panting heavily for a few moments before moving.

You stay stock still as you hear him get up and shuffle around, his footsteps padding into the bathroom where you hear the door click softly shut. You spring up to your feet and don’t care if you make noise as you dart out of his room and into the hallway, sprinting like a bat out of hell as you make you way to the girls dorms.

You’ll think about how to reevaluate and recoup later. Right now you just really need to get to your bed so you can rut pathetically onto your own fingers and imagine izukus fat dick breaking you open. Never in a million years did you think he had those kinds of feelings for you, and you know it changes the whole game, is a whole other level of playing field where you now know he wants you on a physical level.

You feel powerless and lie you’re slipping again, don’t know how you’re going to point your finger at him and laugh when you know for every insult you throw his way, is another way hes fucking his toy at night, adding it as another thing to get you back for. If he ever snaps.

If. you want it to be a when, so bad, not an if.

You’ll make it a when. You’ll push him off the metaphorical cliff he’s teetering on to make it so.

#poppy speaks #my writing #deku smut #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya smut #bully!reader #izuku smut #midoriya izuku smut

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dr4cking · 3 years

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hiyaaaa can I request a draco that hates everyone except y/n of course he’s so overprotective over her and so soft!?

The Only Exception.

masterlist

draco malfoy x reader | fluff | anon requested.

a/n : hii this is my first time ever writing a fluff because i was only good at writing dirty things lol but i tried so i hope this meets your expectations and thank you for requesting! <3

“get out of my sight, potter” draco shouted pointing at his best sworn enemy, harry potter himself. he walked past him not even glancing at him but bumped his shoulder on purpose making harry lose a little balance.

“oh get lost, malfoy!” harry clapped back after regaining his balance, hermione and ron already holding him by his shoulder preventing him from punching the blonded guy.

“what did you just say?! serpenso-“

“draco lucius malfoy!” draco throw his wand away as soon as he heard the familiar voice shouting at him from behind, his favorite voice.

“oh- hello y/n! h-how are you?” draco turns around to meet his lovely girl, his voice shaking nervously as he looks into her eyes but quickly laughed it off, harry potter scoffed at the scene in front of him before motioning his friends to follow him.

“dont think i didnt see what you were gonna do, draco. thats not a good idea, you know?” y/n pick up his wand from the floor and clinging onto his arm dragging him to their house.

“i know i know, im sorry y/n but he’s just so annoying and i cant stand him!” draco whines dramatically making y/n rolled her eyes at his usual obsession.

“i think you’re obsessed with him, draco. why dont you date him already, hmm?” y/n jokingly said, poking his cheek to tease him even more making draco scrunched his face in disgust.

“y/n please dont make me run to the bathroom and throw all of the food from my stomach into the toilet” y/n was laughing hard at his dramatic words holding her stomach, it secretly brings a smile and a blush onto his face but he quickly hides it.

as they making their way to their house, draco didnt stop rambling about potter and making fun of him giving the girl no chance to stop her laughter.

>>>>>

the next day comes and draco was sitting peacefully in the great hall with y/n sitting beside him, that was until blaise zabini, his best friend took a seat in front of them.

“hey mate, i was looking for this, can i have one?” blaise said as he snatches the chocolate frog from him and shoves it into his mouth, he hummed at the taste making draco gets angrier.

“piss off, zabini!” draco yelled out loud getting annoyed, his action enough to make all the slytherins turning at him. y/n beside him only can shake her head in embarrassment.

“draco be nice, look around,” y/n whispers to him, her fingers stroking his arms softly to calm him down.

“but it was my favorite y/n and this idiot just ate it!” draco protested at his best friend in anger who only give him a sly grin, y/n rolled her eyes and drag him out of the great hall, again.

“you can always have mine, draco. dont be so dramatic” y/n took out her chocolate frog from her pocket and open it feeding draco the chocolate who gladly eats it with a happy smile back on his face. she chuckles at his cuteness.

>>>>>

y/n walked downstairs with her best friend, pansy parkinson, she was looking for her man but he was nowhere to be seen.

“pans, you can go first to the class, i’m gonna look for draco before he’s gonna be late, i’ll meet you there” pansy nodded and leave but not before giving her best friend a kiss on the cheek making both of them giggles.

y/n look around to find a certain blonde, she hadn’t seen draco since the last class, she continues looking around to find him and thats where she found him, with the first year in front of him, she already knew where is this going.

“you better finish this by the end of the day, if not you know the consequences.” draco whispered to the first year giving him his homework, he threatened him while pulling out a few galleons to him, the little boy was shaking in fear and only nodded at his order.

what draco doesnt realize is y/n already stood behind him, tapping her foot and crossing her arms, draco froze at the tapping sounds knowing immediately who it was, he gulped before turning around.

“really draco? threatening the first year to doing your homework?” y/n turns around to leave him, disappointed with his way.

“wait- y/n im sorry, please!” draco grabbed her wrist, pleading at her not to leave him, she was still pouted at him.

“apologize.”

“what?!”

“apologize to this little boy over here and take back your offer, draco.” draco wanted to open his mouth in protest but quickly shutting it when he sees the seriousness in her face, he turns to the boy who was still looking at them in confusion.

“alright, im sorry little guy, my bad i guess?” y/n shot draco a disapproving look making him mutter a real genuine apology to the first year.

“okay, now give your galleons to him draco”

“but he didn-“

“draco you made this poor little guy traumatized” he sighed and placing his galleons on the boy’s hand making him smile at both of them.

“i’m sorry about him, okay? i promise i’ll make sure he wont get anywhere near you again” y/n smile at the first year and he nodded returning the smile and thanking her before he left.

y/n turned back to draco who is already frowning looking away from her, she chuckles and grabbed his jaw with her hand, pecking his lips trying to get his happy side back.

“dont do that again draco, in all seriousness.” draco could only nod at her.

“besides that, we could always have a reason to have study dates, right?” y/n winked at draco making him gives a cheeky smirk to her.

>>>>>

it was a nice day for draco, no potter no weaselbee, basically anyone hasnt step in on his way, yet. he was walking with a happy vibe through the corridor to find his favorite girl, excited to wrap the girl in his arms.

then he found her, her familiar hair color seems to be stand out in the middle of the crowd. but the only problem is, she isnt alone. what in the wizarding world is cormac mclaggen doing right now?!

draco hurriedly makes his way to the pair with jealousy bubbling up inside him and when he already stood behind cormac he pulls him hard by his collar causing him to fell to the ground making y/n screamed instantly at this but draco quickly get beside her and hug her by her waist.

“draco! why did you do that?! oh my god cormac, are you okay?” y/n asked the mclaggen boy worriedly, taking her hand out to help him up, he shots draco a death glare.

“oh please y/n he’s totally fine, he's just weak and dramatic to get your attention” y/n shakes her head at draco in disagreement, scolding him for his previous behavior.

“draco, are you mental? i was just asking y/n about this homework, c’mon man you seriously need to relax” cormac was totally annoyed by draco, anger radiates off of him.

“yeah i will relax once you disappear from our way, now shoo shoo” y/n cant help but stifled a laugh at draco, she gives cormac an apologetic smile and motioning him to leave.

“no need to be like that draco” draco’s hand never leave her waist as they made their way to draco’s prefect room.

“he was getting too comfortable with you” y/n disagrees and reassuring him that it wasnt his intention.

“you look so hot when you’re jealous draco” y/n chuckles putting her arm on his back returning the gesture, a blush tinted onto his cheeks.

“yeah? how about i show you what’s hot in my room, hm?” y/n smacks his head with her other hand, cant control her laughter anymore.

>>>>>

“y/n?” draco called out interrupting y/n who was reading him a book.

“hm?”

“i love you so much, thank you for putting up with me” a smile plastered at y/n’s face from ear to ear, her heart melting at his words, she put the book on the nightstand and turns back to draco cupping his cheeks in her hands, capturing his lips on her kissing him softly showing him her love that she cant even described, draco kissed her right back with the same passion, smiling into the kiss.

“you’re a prat, but you’re my prat.” and with that, draco knew he was falling so deep for her and he has no plan to stop it.

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starglow-xx · 3 years

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hello! may i request headcanons for chuuya having a crush on someone who's dense? like he could ask them out in the most straightforward way possible and it would still go over their head?

yes, yes of course you may!

sorry this took so long! my computer was out of commission for abt a week (or two..??)

but this is also my birthday writing piece for chuuya!! (4/29/21) i even added a small drabble thingy in addition to the hcs for the occasion hehe

from where i am, it is about fifteen minutes past midnight so it’s officially chuuya day here!!

happy birthday chuuya i love you! you deserve the whole world and everyone is willing to fight tooth and nail to ensure your happiness! we love you! 💗💗

anyways, i hope you all enjoy this! i kinda had some writer’s block but it was still a lot of fun to write! there might be some mistakes, but i’ll scan over it again later. reader is gender neutral! have fun!

chuuya having a crush on a dense! reader

nakahara chuuya x gn! reader

im cackling somebody help him

he’s frustrated bc you can’t take a hint or a thousand but he can’t even be mad bc he’s whipped

“look at you all dressed up today, wanna go out later? my treat?”

“oh really? thanks chuuya-san! you’re such a nice friend. i’ll go invite the others right now, i’ll see you later!”

“...”

fast forward to later in the evening and he finds himself at a little restaurant with the black lizard + higuchi and akutagawa

sigh

in unison all of them go, “thank you for the meal chuuya-san!” (except aku and hirotsu are quieter & and gin just a nods hehe)

“no problem” (ꐦ ´͈ ᗨ `͈ )

gin only pats him on the back in sympathy

he spends a lot of time trying to think of ways to make it absolutely and undeniably clear that he has feelings for you

he always fails

“(y/n) i like you”

“i like you too chuuya-san”

“really?”

“mhm”

“t-then will you—”

“you’re a really great friend! and superior too”

“...nevermind”

“oh were you saying something?”

“nah, just forget about it”

tachihara is laughing in the corner of the corridor

dont worry, chuuya made sure to get back at him

chuuya’s been pinning after you for years and frankly, his failed attempts to woo you has lead everyone to the breaking point

and i mean everyone

yes, even aku

hell even dazai

but dazai also thinks it’s funny, so he doesn’t mind all that much

okay bye bye dazai-san this headcanon set isn’t abt you rn

PLEASE EVERYONE FEELS SO BAD FOR HIM

they knew even if he kissed you, you still might not get it

so they decided to help him

super secret mission get chuuya and (y/n) together is a go!

they’re still working on a proper mission name, don’t mind them

they had a super secret strategy meeting!

you can bet your ass that they nearly got nothing done

akutagawa & kaiji weren’t much help, neither was higuchi, mori, or elise

tachihara nearly got killed for a thoughtless comment

“just tell them chuuya-san!”

“i already fucking did you ass!”

gin, hirotsu, and kouyou were the most helpful !!

hirotsu and kouyou both agreed on the idea that chuuya should try courting with bouquets of flowers instead of flat out asking you bc they knew you found them pretty

(even if you don’t identify as a female, flowers are for everyone no matter gender or sexuality! so let’s normalize giving flowers to everyone <33 )

gin didn’t speak but she used cards to communicate

everyone knew that you weren’t stupid (you wouldn’t have survived in the mafia if you were) but they did know that you were only stupid when it came to all this lovey dovey stuff

i mean, if chuuya gave you flowers every so often, there’s no way that you wouldn’t piece it together at some point

right...??

but kouyou assured him that even though you wouldn’t get it right away, you’d appreciate the gestures and that he’ll stand out more

she even said that if someone gave her flowers, she would appreciate it, whether or not she reciprocated their feelings

it takes guts to be so up front with your feelings after all

gin and hirotsu only nodded with her explanation

once again, this only provoked a reaction out of tachihara

“what do you know gin? i get the old man and kouyou-san, they’re grown, but you? what do you know abt courting? or flowers? what are you a girl?”

akutagawa choked on his cough, higuchi on air, and on the other side of yokohoma at the ada, dazai is cackling

yes, dazai somehow placed a listening device onto chuuya’s hat and was listening in

don’t ask how, it’s dazai

“DAZAI GET YOUR BANDAGED ASS OFF THE COUCH AND STOP LAUGHING”

anyways

the next day, chuuya did what was barely discussed and for once, things actually started to look up

until they started look to down again

at first, it actually looked like you understood his intentions after he gave you a bouquet of flowers

literally everyone was leaning against the opposite hallway you two were in and then they got excited !!

especially chuuya !

but then your expression sort of changed...??

and then in their heads they simultaneously went, “oh no”

they knew that expression

it was very familiar when you tended to friend zone chuuya

but boy let me tell you what you said next made them facepalm and or make their jaws drop

“ah, so you really are friend zoning me huh chuuya-san; what a shame, i really did like you”

LEMME TELL YOU WHEN I SAY THAT CHUUYA WAS DISTRESSED I MEAN HE WAS DISTRESSED

you liked him??

him of all people??

he wasn’t complaining, no of course not, but he still couldn’t believe it

but that wasn’t what he was really focusing on right now

what in any form or language did it say he was friend zoning you?!

flower language apparently

chuuya chose to buy the bouquet of yellow roses, pink carnations, and yellow carnations bc he thought you would appreciate the brighter colors, and so that you’d remember them better (because remembering them, meant remembering him)

but ooh boy

altogether, they meant the exact opposite message he wanted to send

someone help him pls

“you see chuuya-san, yellow roses mean friendship, pink carnations mean gratitude, and yellow carnations mean rejection; sooo in a nutshell, these pretty much say ‘thank you for being my friend, but im rejecting you”

no one can tell if tachihara is crying or wheezing

and dazai is having the time of his life

yes, he started listening in on him again

and chuuya is just stunned

like speechless and unmoving stunned

is he just bad at this whole courting/dating thing?? it’s only been one day and of it and somehow he was the one doing the rejecting??

“thank you for the flowers chuuya-san, i’ll be going now; i’ll make sure to let this affect our friendship. i’ll see you tomorrow!”

you passed by the not so subtle group of people

“tachihara-kun..?? are you alright?”

just for context, he was leaning his forehead against the wall using his forearm

again, it was hard to tell whether he was crying or wheezing

“i-im okay (y/n)-san...i think c-chuuya-san has it worse than me”

“...okay..?”

BACK TO CHUUYA

he’s still frozen poor baby

but it’s okay bc after like 5 more seconds he’s chasing you down the hallway you were walking in

kouyou, with a knowing smile on her face, ushers everyone away towards the opposite direction

she received some whines (ahem, tachihara and mori) but silenced them by summoning golden demon

but it’s okay

if they run fast enough, they can see what happens through the security cameras

chuuya caught up with you and tried to explain everything but he was exhausted

emotionally, physically (bc since when did you walk that fast??), and generally just tired with the whole situation

he just wanted to call you his; was that too much to ask??

as explosive as he can be, he can be calm and collected too

and he really did try to be that way as he talked with you but it was very difficult at the moment

the dumbfounded and confused look on your face his face twitch with annoyance and his heart started beating faster bc god you were cute

BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT RIGHT NOW

thank goodness after what seemed like years, you finally somewhat understood what happened

you didn’t understand completely but it was something

The two of you stood in the middle of the unusually empty hallway facing each other, you with the bouquet still in hand. It was quiet as you and Chuuya assessed the situation.

You looked at him skeptically and he stared right back you with his gorgeous blue eyes.

“...So you do like me Chuuya-san??”

“Yes”

“And you were trying to court me just now, not friend zone me??”

“Yes”

You got most of your questions out of the way, but there was something that you’ve been wondering about for quite a while.

“...So you’re not gay for Dazai-san??”

“Yes, im not wait—GAY FOR DAZAI?? THAT MACKEREL??”

Chuuya did a double take. What in heavens name made it seem like he liked that suicidal maniac?? Why would he choose him if he had you?

Like he would choose him anyways; or ever consider him as a possible romantic partner.

“Oh, so you are?”

“NO! I SAID I LIKED YOU DIDN’T I?”

“Well yeah, but I thought you liked Dazai-san too. As annoying as he is, he can be quite charming—”

He was out of patience at this point (nope definitely not because you were talking about Dazai who told you that?) and just decided to kiss you.

You immediately melted into the kiss and kissed him back with the same amount of love and feeling.

Letting the bouquet fall to the ground, you wrapped you arms around his neck and his put his on your lower back and brought you closer to him. After a few more moments, the two of you broke apart for air.

The two of you, slightly out of breath, leaned your foreheads against each other and just basked in each others presence.

Chuuya looked into your (e/c) eyes and asked you just a little bit above a whisper, “Now do you get my intentions and feeling?”

You blinked at him before breaking out into a grin, “Hmm I’m not sure; do you wanna do that again Chuuya?”

The red head only blinked back at you before rolling his eyes, a smile present on his handsome features, his heart fluttering at you using his name with the honorific.

“Dumbass”

Smiling cheekily at him, you pressed a kiss on his cheek and started dragging him towards the lobby to take a walk around the building perimeter, knowing that the two of you can’t be too far from work.

The way down to the lobby was mostly in comfortable silence until you said something that made Chuuya want to bash his head against the wall.

“You know, you could’ve just told me you liked me Chuuya. It’s not like I would’ve said no.”

Once again, as the rest of the more power mafia members watch from security cameras, it is hard to tell whether Tachihara is crying or wheezing of laughter.

omake !!

The two of you just started making your way around the building when suddenly a very familiar voice came from Chuuya’s prized hat.

“Chuuyaaaa!! It was about time you stopped being a chicken, Chibi!”

Removing his hat from his head, he started yelling at it not knowing exactly where the listening device was planted.

“TEME! HOW DID YOU—”

“And (y/n)! I would congratulate you, but I think I would rather offer you my condolences. Why him?! He’s just a slimy slug. OOH OOH how would you like to join me in a double suicide?! A shame it won’t be a lover’s suicide but it’ll annoy Chuuya so I think it’ll be worth it! ”

“YOU—”

“And please don’t kiss while I’m listening in. You made me lose my appetite! And it was such a shame! I was eating crab using Kunikida-kun’s money! Do you know what you’ve cost me?!”

“DAZAI YOU PIECE OF—”

“Ah! Kunikida-kun is here! I have to go!”

You can hear something is the background that vaguely sounds like, “DAZAI YOU WASTE OF BANDAGES STOP USING MY MONEY”

“DAZAI DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE IM NOT DONE WITH—”

*Click!*

The click sound from the hat revealed that Dazai disconnected.

Chuuya twitched and glared furiously at his signature hat hating that the voice he hated the most came out of it.

“Aww, I didn’t get to talk to Dazai-san”

Chuuya whipped his head towards you, a look of mock (or real) betrayal showing on his features.

You laughed at him before taking the hat out of his hands and placing it on his head.

He shyly looked away before muttering a thanks making you smile wider. Just as the two of you were about to start walking, a small explosion erupted from his hat; it was likely that Dazai made the listening device self destruct.

“DAZAI YOU BASTARDD”

At the Armed Detective Agency, a certain suicidal maniac hid from the wrath of his current partner as he thought about the wrath his old one.

“Hmmm I wonder if Chuuya would finally stop wearing his ugly hats if I blow all of them up...”

as always, reblogs and shares are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe! and just in case nobody told you they loved you today, i love you! you are enough! <3

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- ⟒⋏⎅⟒⍀⋔⏃⋏ ⏃⋏⍜⋏

𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: philza, techno, Wilbur,(next few only mentioned)Mexican dream, schlatt, dream

𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: they/them

𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: fire, death, arson, betrayal mention, being used, reference to drugs, slight cursing

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: translation vvvvv

Can i be enderman anon? anyways now that's all out of the way. God reader getting revived unexpectedly by dream? it's like - a really badass antagonist god that gets pulled out of the underworld, calling dream their "saviour" (but in a more satirical way instead of genuinely seeing the masked man as their hero cause in the past they've most likely called everyone that helped them their mighty helper to the point where the title feels overused and undesirable). They roamed the lands of the smp, bringing terror and hellfire across the overworld, letting their kept in rage stroll free. They end up in the tundra, the burning flakes of ashes getting lost in the harsh piles of snow. They happened to have stumbled upon the cottages of two immortal gods that they may or may not have used to know. Wonder what'll happen? i would like to see your take in this.

- enderman anon

AHHH IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I DONT KNOW IF YOULL EVEN READ THIS STILL BUT TY FOR THE REQUEST IT ISNT THE BEST QUALITY IM SORRY :[[[

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You almost don't recognize the sensation of grass against your calloused and rough hands. You were in the void playing solitaire with Schlatt and Mexican Dream, and the next thing you knew you were suddenly pulled harshly by the back of your collar, falling on your spine. The looming mask of Dream is what stood above you, but he looked different. Longer hair, smelly, wearing a stained lime green jumpsuit with ‘0001' sewn into it and covered in cuts, scars and bruises. But before you could even question why Dream was suddenly there, he stepped back into the void, the void slowly surrounding and consuming him the further he went backwards. His now bony hand is still tightly gripped onto the back of your shirt, so while struggling your body is also enveloped in darkness. All it took was one blink and there you were on a patch of grass, staring at the pale blue sky.

"Huh."

Was all that came out of your mouth. You were still shocked at the turn of events that just happened, but no longer grounded. A running river nearby stunned your senses. How long had you been dead? It felt like years, but when you look around at the familiar forest you died in, not much had changed except for a couple newly planted saplings here and there. The swirling ashes you remembered before you died had all settled and compressed into the soil.

The river showed a strange reflection of yourself- your features have clearly sunken into your skull and there's a streak of white hair coming from your scalp along with words in fancy gold letters on your arm reading,

"May thy woes and hurt of the past no longer eradicate the upwards of this lost souls future. Allow thine to be praised by Ender themselves and be granted another chance at mortality."

Scrubbing or picking at your arm did nothing, so onwards you went walking along the forest to what you remember being a bustling "community".

Each mound of dirt you saw only brought memories of your death, of the place and people who sought to treat you like you were disposable. And now that you’re alive, you hate that they technically ended up being right. Your death; alone in a forest. Running away from the unexpected attacker, ashamed and too prideful to die in the prying eyes of your enemies. It fills you with rage, all the lives taken by your hands and for what? You weren’t overreacting, you knew that for sure. And before you knew it, you stole some fresh flint and steel from a random chest and got to work.

You had always wanted to touch the fires you set. The soothing feeling you got from watching wood burn to char and ashes satisfied you. And it made it all the more euphoric to know it was trees of your manipulator's land. Running across the land, with flames as far as you could see when you looked behind you. The heat swirled around your neck and went into your nose, but the feeling was muscle memory at that point. You were still riding your high when a voice reached out to you, luckily when you were finally calm.

"What- Y/n? Hold on, is that really you Y/n..?"

You spin on your heels to the familiar manipulative British voice of a person you haven't seen in a long time.

"Wilbur?! Man, I haven't seen another person's face other than those two addicts in a while- you look different."

His eyes much like yours are sunken deep into his skull, purple-pink bags under his eyes and dull skin. Wilburs shocked lips fade into an opened mouth smile when he walks up to you with his hands momentarily confused on what they should do. Eventually, his right hand settles on clasping your left shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze.

“Y/n it is so good to see you! You look quite different yourself, wouldn’t you think-? Oh, look! We’re matching!”

The grey streak in your hair seems to make another appearance when Wilbur briefly smacks it with his middle and pointer finger.

“Ay, it’s nice to see you too Wil, but back up for a second alright? I've got something to ask you by the way…”

Wilburs head peaks in interest, urging you to go on.

“I’m guessing that little streak in your hair wasn’t a fashion choice- and if it was it’s a bit strange- but how’d you get it? You died when you blew up L’manburg! I mean c'mon, people don’t just, well…REVIVE!”

He starts to walk. You aren’t quite sure where, but stumbling along with Wilbur while his arm is draped lazily atop your shoulders seems to suffice.

“Ahh Y/n, you’d be surprised. The most WONDERFUL thing happened, actually! Years and years in my hell of a train station; do you know who was at the subway door when it finally opened, Y/n? Dream!”

“Wh- Dream?!”

Appalled, you try to stop in your tracks but fail when wilburs arm is still pushing forward. His storytelling voice dies down to curiosity and excitement.

“Wait, did he save you too? He did, didn’t he? Oh, this is wonderful!”

Wilbur emits eagerism and you suddenly realize what you could do with his desperacy to be socially accepted. Putting on the most exaggerated and animated voice, you speak.

“Oh my god yeah! Gosh, that Dream guy is my hero! Thanks to him, I get to have another chance at living again, and isn’t that just…swell.”

In all honesty you didn’t really try hard to sound sincere but by the look of Wilbur, it seemed to work just fine.

“Right?! I’ve been meaning to visit him in the prison if you’d like to tag along with me the day I go? I’m sure he’d love to see you, since he revived you and all.”

Oh, you were sure Dream wanted to see you. He wants a boon- a trade. Why else would he revive two of the most historically significant people on the server if not to make some sort of deal with them? Sure, Wilbur is as gullible and carefree as ever but you at least still had scraps of mental stability and level-headedness that made you all the more a force to be reckoned with. Not to mention Wilbur doesn’t know that Dream killed you, but telling him that now would blow your act. You decide to keep your thoughts to yourself.

“Yeahh, sure! I’d love to go, just tell me when.”

And that’s the end of that conversation. The two of you walk to wherever Wilbur is going. It honestly surprised you how he couldn’t see through your apathy. From what you remembered, he was keen on being wise about people and their intentions but you guess years and years in hell do things to a person.

Somehow, you’re stuck in your mind for long enough that only now do you feel the sharp winter air making the hairs on your arms and legs stand straight up.

“Wait, snow?”

The tundra was a drastic contrast to the void you were once in with schlatt and Mexican Dream. Instead of black as far as you could see, it was a blinding powdery white.

‘Mexican Dream would’ve liked it here, probably would have tried to snort the snow like coke.’

You weren’t built for the snow, though. Hell- you didn’t even have a memory of anyone living in a tundra when you were alive! Why was Wilbur even in the tundra? You didn’t have the energy to ask, still feeling brittle and tired, back aching from laying on the dry dirt longer than expected earlier.

“Yeah, just figured I’d show you around! Plus I already need to grab a couple things from an ender chest and this was the closest by. I’m a very busy man, after all.”

But why were there so many footprints in the snow? As far as you knew, Wilbur was the only one who lived out in the tundra- and he didn’t seem like the active type at all. There were strange shapes as well, large hooved footprints. However, all thinking comes to a halt at the same time Wilbur does.

“We’re here! You might see some familiar faces cause I live with people.”

Well, that answers the footsteps as well as the tall red-caped piglin hybrid giving leftover bones and raw meat to a polar bear.

“TECHNO! TECHNO, HEY!”

He tenses up for a second, you could tell he wanted to be left alone but that didn’t really bother Wilbur. But you recognize him. The name and the apparel- that guy is Technoblade. The same Technoblade who stood by your side while the two of you blew L’manburg up for the last time, and now the Technoblade who resides in a cottage shrouded in snow.

“Technoblade?!”

Hearing your voice being carried by the crisp winter air, he turns around immediately to see you and Wilbur a few feet away. Techno stood there dumbfounded, but he didn’t know why. He wasn’t particularly joyed or ecstatic to see you, but he was at the very least happy to see an old ally back.

“Y/n? Oh my god, now we’ve got TWO of you? We don’t have room for another one, alright?”

For some it might be hard to see the meaning behind his words. Luckily you’ve talked to him enough to where you can tell he’s being playful.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just build directly on top of your house. Besides, who WOULDN'T want to be near me 24-7?”

“Me-“

“Oh f*ck off.”

You would’ve thought that that was Wilbur due to the similar accent, but there was something off. The slight gruffness and age, yet still succeeding in sounding mellow.

“Phil! How’s my favorite old bird doing?”

He gives you a face. Not a happy one like you expected, rather a face that says ‘really?’ Probably because of the old comment. The two of you briefly hug, Phil’s tattered wings stretching out slightly.

“I’m doing alright, are you okay? Here, would you like to come in? It’s pretty cold outside, you probably haven’t seen snow in a couple years.”

He wasn’t wrong after all. You were freezing your toes off and were itching for lemon tea. The kind Phil used to make when he, Technoblade and Dream discussed plans on destroying L’manburg. Ah, the good ol days…

“Of course! We’ve got a lot to talk about- you still have that old chess board?”

“Yes, but first you have some explaining to do about the fire over in that tree, Y/n. You just got back and you’re already burning down forests?!”

“Did someone say fire?”

Techno has an eager stride in his step once he also looks back to see the raging lights of orange and red in the nearby forest.

“Don’t worry Phil! It’s just- ahh, a controlled burn..?”

Your tone of voice is unsure when a black crow shoots down from the sky into the snow in front of you. It’s left wing is charred and has smoke dancing from the burn. Philza looks at you with a stern glare.

“Oh my f*cking god…that’s it! We’re all going inside now, you too Techno. I don’t want you and Y/n going on a rampage.”

#krabs kreates #mcyt x platonic reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader #dsmp x platonic reader #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x you #dsmp x reader #philza x reader #philza x y/n #philza x you #techno x reader #techno x y/n #techno x you

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