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mysicklove · 1 year

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DAY 8: TOYS

With: Giyuu Tomioka

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Sub! Giyuu, gn! reader, modern day au, vibrators, bullet vibrator, anal play, nipple clams, vibrating cock ring, reader lowkey sadistic, safeword mentioned, giyuu crying/sobbing,

A/N: i struggled writing this and i have no idea why. welp.

“There are so many…Where did you find them?” Giyuu mumbles into your neck, sitting behind you on your shared bed, completely bare. His face has turned a bright red, and hes getting extra clingy, meaning that he must be embarrassed. But he is embarrassed majority of the time you do anything remotely not vanilla, so you are used to it.

You sit with a grin, staring at the items layed in front of you. Most of them are a shade of pink, but some are purple, or dark blue. Toys. You have acquired a bunch of sex toys, and today you were going to try them out on your adorable, stone-faced, boyfriend. “Online. Do you want me to explain what they all are?”

He nods into the back of your neck, peering over your shoulder, and wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

His eyes scan the multitude of silicon, and the strangely shaped devices. He has never owned nor even talked about sex toys, and the fake pussy is staring right at him, and is making him squirm uncomfortably. You pick it up, laughing at the way he seems to cower at it. “This is a fleshlight. We also have another one over here,” This one was a green color, and just looked like a cylinder with texture on the inside. He liked this one immediately more. “You fuck it instead of your hand.” He blushes at the bluntness of your words but nods.

You set the two down, and Giyuu makes sure to turn away the lewder fleshlight so that it doesn’t face him. You giggle at him but don’t say anything and begin to search for your next item.Your hands trace to a white wand-shaped item, bigger than the rest of them. “Watch this,” You say, clicking on the button to see it jump to life. Giyuu’s eyes widen at the loudness of it, and how strong the vibrations are, and he unconsciously leans into you. “This is a vibrator.” You place it on his chest, and he jumps when they graze his sensitive nipples, shooting you a half-hearted glare. “We also have a bullet vibrator.” You grab the pink circular vibrator with the long attachment cord. “I have some fun ideas for this.”

He covers his face and groans when you playfully slap his ass. “Alright, two more.”

Giyuus eyes wander to a mental chain with two clamps on both ends. Before you can continue, he cuts you off, pointing to it and mumbling out, “What is this?”

Your face lights up, and you place a hand on his thigh, leaning forward to whisper into his ear teasingly, “Nipple clamps.” You grab the chain from his hand, and pinch the two sides, staring at his chest in awe. “Bet they’ll make your cute nipples all red and swollen,” You sigh, mouth already watering at the idea.

He flinches, pulling away. “Th-Thats gonna hurt,” The dark-haired man complains, trying to hide away from your sadistic gaze. He squirms when you laugh, and grabs a purple silicon circle, hoping to distract you. “And this?”

“Mhmm, may be my favorite. Cock ring. Prevents you from cumming, and look!” You press the button, sending the toy to life. “It also vibrates. Man, Giyuu, you are going to have so much fun tonight!”

His face pales slightly, and he drops the toy. “I don’t like that one,” He frowns, not liking the idea of not being able to cum at all.

You peck his mouth, ignoring his complaint. “Hmm, most men don’t. But you’ll look so cute!”

He lets out a small whimper, hoping to coax some sympathy from you, but you just smile at him, petting his head. “It’s gonna be fun. And you will have your safeword. So if you don’t like anything too much, we can stop.”

He doesn’t say anything, instead moving closer to you. You feel something tap your thigh, and grin when you look down. “Well, arent you excited?”

He gulps, looks up at you one more time, and then buries his head into your neck with a whine, mentally preparing for what’s to come.

He was right to prepare, he was already trembling before you even turned anything on. He yelps when you clamp the second nipple on, and you wipe away a stray tear. “Hurts,” he whines, cringing when he glances down at his chest.

“Sorry love, it’s over now. That was a little uncomfortable, huh Giyuu?” You murmur, cupping his face and kissing his cheek. The words make him feel like a child being comforted after getting wounded, but still, he melts at the tone, playing into it by sniffling and nodding. “Oh you’re so cute, just makes me wanna tease you.”

He whimpers, frowning at you and shaking his head. You pull away and run your fingers down his body, and then sit back on your knees before him. He lays on his back, hands on your knee, while blinking at you, waiting patiently for what’s next to cum.

He lays naked, and with one hand on your knee, seeking comfort. The thin chain connects his two nipples together, and lays lax against his pale chest. On his cock, is the cockring, that sits silently, waiting for you to turn it on. His dick fumes against his stomach, twitching in arousal. Next to him, lay the light green fleshlight (he convinced you to put away the pussy one), and the wand vibrator. And finally, the pink bullet vibrator is up his ass, and grazing his prostate.

“Alright, let’s start this, yeah? How many times do you think you are gonna cum?” You tease, distracting him as you reach in between his thighs, and click on the vibrator.

He jumps, sighing out when he feels the low vibrations inside him. “Don’t know,” He mumbles, “Maybe two times?”

You giggle, shaking your head. “Way too low of a guess, silly boy.” The sound of the cockring clicks to life, and Giyuus eyes visibly widen. It was at a higher intensity than the bullet vibrator, and it surprised him.

The two intense feelings send him shivering, and quietly moaning out. His hand grips onto your knee, and he buries his head into the pillow, panting into the soft fabric. You smile at him, and then grab the fleshlight, quickly pouring a copious amount of lube in.

You then steady his hips, huffing a laugh to see them already trembling. Then you force the fleshlight onto his cock, marveling at the lewd squelching noise.

His reaction is immediate, bucking his hips into it, but then frantically pulling away, as if he was confused. “Wait. Wait. Wait. At the same time?” Giyuu uncharacteristically yelps, eyes wide and staring at you in panic.

You cock your head to the side. “Of course? What did you think we were doing?” He tries to respond, but it’s cut off by a moan when you slide the entire thing back on. It’s too big, considering the cockring covers too much space, so the tip ends about halfway into the toy.

The vibrations travel to the silicon when the two toys touch, and it sends Giyuu crying out. “F-Fuckkkk. No no no. It’s too much!”

His hips barely touch the ground anymore. Frantically moving from side to side, and then bucking upward into the toy without his consent. His frantic movements send heat to your groin, and you reach around in between his thighs to turn up the bullet vibrator to the highest level.

His thighs instictually close shut, and your hand almost got caught in his trap. You smack his upper thigh gently, in a tease, but he doesn’t seem to notice. His back is arching and he is gripping the sheets, letting out a silent scream. Giyuus face is buried into the pillow, but he’s whipping his head from side to side, overwhelmed with all the sensations.

You pump his dick slowly, instead focusing your attention on your obviously overstimulated boyfriend. “I can’t–I can’t. Oh my god, it’s everywhere,” he cries, legs sporadically bending and then kicking out.

His body forces himself to the side, moving your hand aside, as his hips come up. Then he turns himself completely over, onto his hands and knees as he screams into the pillow, while bucking his hips backward and forward into the two vibrations. He hiccups when he feels his nipples being tugged at by the force of gravity on the clamps.

“There ya go. More comfortable on your hands and knees?” You don’t wait for him to respond, brushing his hair to the side. “Now, what’s everywhere, Giyuu?”

He sobs something into the pillow, but you can’t hear it, so you gently pinch his thigh. He gets the memo immediately, and pulls away, balancing on shaky hands, as drool coats his face. “T-The vibrations–Everywhere!” He hiccups, lifting his ass higher in the air as his eyes roll back.

A sadistic urge boils in your stomach as you glance at the white vibrator. He was wrong….They weren’t everywhere, and you wanted to change that. With one hand, you bring the fleshlight back to his cock, and then gulp, before picking up the wand, and switching it on.

He doesn’t hear the new sound of the vibrator, focused completely on the feeling of the fleshlight again. His hips drill into it, and then occasionally arch as if to push himself deeper into the bullet vibrator.

You reach under him, and gently place the wand on the chain. It pulls it down, and also sends vibrations rippling through the chains.

Giyuu’s eyes widen, and then immediately he sobs into the pillow, cringing as his fists jab into the bed sheets. His nipples are being pulled at, and are vibrating profusely. “Ow. Owwwww, stop stop! Its–I can’t–Oh help me!”

Before you get lost in the mouthwatering view, you are quick to ask if he is all alright. “Your color?”

“Green. Green,” He hiccups, “But you are so–so mean to me!”

You kiss his upper thigh and continue to move your hands up and down his shaft. His whole body trembles, and the only thing louder than the multiple vibrations, was his constant moans and cries. “But you are gonna cum soon, right, Giyuu?” You coo, watching the way pre begins to dribble out, and helps lube the toy.

He nods into the pillow, body beginning to collapse on itself. You are quick to pull him upright, liking the view of his trembling ass, and shaking dick a little too much. “Bet it's going to be intense,” You mumble, “Bet it’s going to feel so good.”

Your words send his head spinning because you are right. He feels himself approach closer and closer to it, and its never been this intense before. Every sensitive part of his body is being stimulated, and it hasn’t even been five minutes.

You know the signs of your lover beginning to approach his orgasm, and you take the cockring off. One of these days youll use it to deny him his release, but not today, that would be too brutal with everything that is going on. He doesn’t notice, because it’s immediately replaced by the fleshlight fucking him up and down.

“Please. Please. I–” He falters, forgetting how to speak when his orgasm hits him. His whole body shakes, and he sees white. Every inch of his body is screaming out, and he has got to be on cloud nine.

He stays silent through it all though, eyes rolling back, and teeth biting into the pillow. Cum shoots out, onto his stomach and the sheets, and you smile through it all.

His legs collapse moments later and his whole body falls limp against the sheets, jerking sporadically from the continuous vibrations on his prostate. Giyuu felt as if his brain melted, his every thought truly fucked out of him.

He feels his hips being lifted again, your arm supporting him, and he glances at you with hazy blue eyes. “Don’t pass out on me now,” You tease, strapping the cockring back into place. “We still got at least two more orgasms to pull from you.”

And the second the vibrations turn on, he seems to snap awake, but its too late. “W-Wait!”

You just laugh, and bring the wand vibrator back to his now-redden nipples.

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idkfitememate · 9 months

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HELLO THERE!! I have been reading your various creators (WHICH IS SO ADORABLE) I have an idea that i'd like to share with you :))

Imagine Hydra!creator, basically something like Osial. THEY'RE JUST LINGERING SOMEWHERE IN THE WATERS, probably in the waters of Liyue AND THEY MET THE CRUX.

Hydra!creator peaking through the waters and looked at Beidou and Kazuha, and have a staring contest. Beidou thought its just a huge sea serpent since the creator peaked with their main head only. Once hydra!creator warmed up to both of them and the crew THEN RISE INTO THEIR FULL HEIGHT AND FORM, welp thats a pretty big hydra we have there (flashback at Osial and Beisht)

Maybe Beidou would introduce us to Ningguang at some point? I could imagine Ningguang just questioning how many hydras are there. That was what she thought because of the two previous ones that attacked the harbour, until she realized hydra!creator is just some big water noodle. A big water noodle that'll help from the water. Helping the sailors and fishermen, when theres a storm, hydra!creator will guide them to the safety of Liyue's docks.

Sorry if these seems like a lot :"))

I remember getting this ask and reading through it and going “HOLY SHIT!!! TIME TO SPEED THROUGH TO THIS ONE!!!!!”

… I’m sorry it took so long to respond my dear anon ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა-

BUT YES!!!! WE NEED MORE MYTHICAL CREATURE!CREATORS HEHEHHEHEHEHEHE

*Glances back at my nine headed phoenix OC… looks away*

ANYWAY-

Big noodle!! Big ole water noodle!!! Just a big happy fella!!!!

I actually imagine you staring at a shell shocked Kazuha because “That’s a huge bitch-“

Anyway when you rise up the ship is on one of your heads. Naturally they attack but you just whimper and shake off the attack, looking hurt. Like a puppy.

They wouldn’t know how to feel.

All of Liyue goes into panic mode because they??? just dealt????with this?????

Nigguang and everyone else (I forgot who all helped-) goes out to attack again but you don’t attack, you just stare at them????

Someone jokingly throws a fish at you and yells catch and one of your heads do and another wiggles and delight and you just looks so genuinely happy to be there they can’t be mad at that face-

There’s a storm? Not anymore, you blew it away! Tsunami? Nu uh you drank it! Godly threat? You beat the shit out of it!~

(Zhongli is honestly happy they have another godly being to protect them because, while yeah they did beat Osial but like… it was super close-)

Imagine you can do the laser beam-

“Hey Raiden Shogun what’s that light coming from Liyue?”

“I don’t know let me see-“

*Gets fucking vaporized*

Lmao Childe on his knees wanting to fight and you just gently nudging him away with one of many snouts.

POV the world is your bath tub:

This is such a cute idea I-

IT COULD NEVER BE A LOT ITS BEAUTIFUL!!!!! <3

God you guys have such great ideas ૮꒰ ˶꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ˶꒱ა♡

#asks <3 #anon <3 #Hydra!Creator

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ganondoodle · 11 months

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random thought about the memory system

a big difference between why botws memories worked so well but totks didnt is mainly bc in botw, there wasnt that much plot, you kinda knew what was up by the time you left the tutorial, all memories serve you just as well as link, sending you around a hyrule you dont know, the few scenes of main characters do a good job of giving you an idea of who they are, but the majority is focused on zelda and link, why she acted to cold to him at first and later became friends, the characterization being not jsut in memories but also in how people remember them, their diary etc, when you meet their ghosts theres a familiarity to how they talk to you, they know and care about you, its like giving you late friend one last visit; getting memories out of order really doesnt hurt that characterization and overall it really just serves to flesh out the past and what made this world the way you see it now but mainly it gives you characters

in totk, its ... the main plot driving thing, you are here for the story now more than the world bc you know the world already, besides the sages stuff (that isnt much either besides some legends that apprently were always a thing but never popped up until now), its basically the entire plot and it all hinges on it, its trying to be both plot and character introduction AND characterization, which it simply cant do; we already know zelda and what shes like, but its like the game itself doesnt know what to do with her now, she doesnt do anything, she stands around listenign to strangers talk, whenever she says anything shes dismissed or it simply doesnt matter, the most she does is go around to faceless and nameless sages of old we dont know nor care about in a damn near copy paste scene begging them to help link of the far future somehow even tho they really have no reason to and then she swallows a stone bc she has literally no other choice; fleshing out the past doesnt work either bc this past is so far removed from anything of the world and people you know that theres simply no meaningful connection to make you really care, there are no characters alive that knew the people of old ...except mineru and rauru are still there, but then dont tell you shit, theres so much you dont know about them, their world or history and they dont tell you anything bc *gestures vaguely* ?? even ganondorf only says some standard villain stuff that tells us pretty much nothing about him nor rauru, no one in your time asking you who the hell that ghost powered robot is? no she sits in her robot somewhere deep underground (how does she even get out of there at the end, she needed you to drive her around to her own temple after all) given how straight up obsessed hyrules entire population is with sonau stuff they sure dont do anything with a literal person from that time and then at the end she jsut goes poof, welp, guess we will never, sure, fine keep your secrects; getting the memories out of order destroys literally any kind of story that was there, like it wasnt predicatble from like memory 3 to where it would go (predicable can be good but in this case its boring as hell) anyway

.. theres more i could talk about but this is already longer than intended and i want to do other things but this with my evening, you probably heard most of my problems with this game in my rants by now anyway

#ganondoodles talks #ganondoodles rants #zelda #totk #i dont quite know why i suddendly wanted to mention this #also too tired to add my equally long tag rants lol

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ineffably-human · 1 year

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what's really smart about having this be Guillermo's arc, is it puts him up close with Vampire Angst things I don't believe he'd deal with otherwise.

because I don't agree Guillermo hasn't thought about the consequences, not with everything he's already given up and been through. he may eat crow about immortality later, when the shine of flying and cool fashion wears off, that's a problem for next century's Guillermo. but you can't tell me he's just now thinking about saying goodbye to family or becoming less human or any of that, because he's had fifteen years of living that already.

hell, he surprised me, he came right up to 'I can never see any of them again' on his own and accepted it on a dime. 'welp. that sucks. time to be Super Dramatic about it for the camera.' I think his feelings at the end of Local News are way magnified because he doesn't belong in the human world, but was just told the vampire one (and Nandor) has no use for him either.

and he has no real closure, he's saying goodbye over and over and over again because he has nowhere to leave to yet. the slow process is affording him a few more moments he can steal with people who at least openly love him (albeit imperfectly, on his part and theirs).

being a vampire would be something to celebrate if it happened the way he wanted it, with the sire and family he wanted. if he'd had a few days of hurt/comfort sick fic and then bounced out to live all his fantasies. but Guillermo isn't a vampire yet, hell he hasn't even eaten a guy. he's stuck in between worlds and unable to be present in either one. and Nandor's made it abundantly clear that Guillermo would be something to be destroyed, which would also destroy Nandor.

which means Guillermo is experiencing:

a body doing new, frightening things at unexpected times

becoming a stranger to the people you love

never knowing when you'll be found out as a Wrong Thing that needs to Die, which will make the people you care about suffer

all of which are extremely Vampire Things he wouldn't normally deal with. all of which is true for his human family, but for his vampire family hits fivefold. because that's the one he wasn't prepared for. Nandor was supposed to be who was waiting on the other side - not the price he paid for getting what he wanted.

"I have no country, I have no home, I have no people. I'm like a little lost duck, floating about in the middle of the ocean."

Guillermo's going to come out the other side of this with a new understanding of what vampires can go through. what Nandor, specifically, has been through.

but in the end, he's the one who knew the value of the vampires as a family first. remember 'these vampire pods never last long' just a few seasons ago? think of that vs Nandor rallying them all together this past episode.

in the end, when he does break through to the other side, I think Nandor will be waiting for him there. he'll surprise them both.

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #fandom: wwdits #guillermo de la cruz #char: guillermo the relentless #i am a meta gremlin

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maximumkillshot · 10 months

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I Won't Lose You- ICLY 7.5

Warnings: Cheater POV, a lot of not nice things are said. Definitely something to think about if you are sensitive to that type of subject matter, cursing, some air of grand diosity,

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Characters: Chris, Seungmin

A/N: So a lot of people have been wondering what Chan has been thinking... Welp... You get what you wish for... even though it ain't pretty. I wanted to punch him writing it. This is after Chris gets banned from the hospital room. Since it is following him and not the reader, I decided to give it a different name, with the annotation being 7.5. Happy anger management people!

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BEFORE:

Han looked up at Bin, trying to will himself not to cry. The both of you are so sweet, so kind. He could see the weight on Bin’s shoulders, crushing him. He could see it in his head, Bin keeping everything bad from crashing on top of you, his arms outstretched, using his whole body as a shield. Han knew that if it meant keeping you safe, Bin would carry the world. That’s what separated Bin from Chris.

Both may be fond of you. Only one has ever put your safety over everything. Only one ever made you feel heard and seen. Only one ever made you laugh until you cried. Only one would take off work to take care of you when you’re sick. Only one made you understand that there is no priority above you. Only one would calm you with just a touch. Only one truly loves you with their heart and soul. That “only one” was in the bed with you right now.

Han watched, eventually just letting the tears fall as Bin held you saying, “I’m sorry I didn’t protect you, I’m sorry. I love you… I’m so sorry. Don’t leave me.”

That was the first time Changbin had ever let himself say it out loud, “I love you so much it hurts…I Can’t Lose You.”

NOW:

Chan’s POV:

I have never seen Y/N like that. A part of me wants to say that it was something that was a freak accident, that Soo and I were a freak accident. We weren’t. Y/N deserves to know that, to have it acknowledged. I want to scream that I regret it, that I want to take it all back, that I wanted to erase it all. That would be a lie.

You can’t regret something that you actually initiated. I don’t regret what I did. I wanted a release, I got a release. I wanted to feel exhilaration, I got it. What I am sorry for is getting caught. Of course I’d never say this out loud but, the truth is my marriage was a means to an end. She loves me, of course… and I love her… to an extent. I loved it when she would perk up when I came home, or be passed out on the couch, waiting for me to come home. In a lot of ways, Y/N is like a puppy. She would do all the tricks in the book to make me happy. If she was lucky, she’d get rewarded.

There is an even more fucked up part of me that is relieved that she knows. Sneaking around wasn’t the hard part. The hard part was making it look like I was with the boys when I wasn’t. Y/N is so close to the boys it was a pain in the ass, all it would’ve taken was one text and right there my cover would be blown. I know that I can come back from this, though. Soo never held a candle to my wife. I just told Soo whatever she wanted to hear. I made it worth it for her to do what she wanted… what we wanted, who am I kidding, I wanted it.

Everything is still so raw, she’s not really going to leave. I know she told me when we started dating, but I know that I can prove myself to her. She is the type to really believe that everyone is good inherently. It was something that I used to every advantage, if I’m honest. I’m obviously better than Changbin. I make more, I am more level headed… obviously… I am willing to do whatever I need to make sure I get what I want. How could she want anyone else? That’s like trading in a top of the line Ferrari for a beat up 1999 Taurus. Plus, she always gives people second chances. This is all one giant hiccup.

While the rest of the boys and I filed into the elevator, I heard her voice. She was so scared, I couldn’t hear exactly what she was saying, it was so meek, fragile… weak. That’s really the only downside to her. She is weak. Her emotions get the better of her always. Given, what happened would make anyone go crazy, but at the end of the day, she can’t keep control over her emotions. She is the type of person to read a room and follow the tone of the room. She isn’t a trendsetter, a leader. The only reason why the boys are the way that they are is because she is hurt. Something about their “white knight” complexes. Honestly I could puke just thinking about it. While they were playing games, painting, or just practicing on vocal technique, I was ensuring their continued employment. That will never change about her though. She folds under pressure. Like a skeleton with no spine. Sometimes it was exhausting, others amusing; that’s the biggest tell as to her coming back. She has no spine without me. She needs me… just like everyone else.

Knowing the woman Y/N is I knew that for her to be this way, she had to hurt so badly. It ripped my heart out, seeing her finding comfort in another person, almost as much as knowing that I was the one to do all of it to her. It made me look so bad, to everyone. Hearing Changbin call out to Han that she was slipping, I’ve never heard a voice like that before. I’ve never heard screams like hers. I should’ve never tested her, calling our child “it”. She has been trying so hard, comforting me non-stop, that it’ll happen when it’s meant to happen, that she’ll be on top of it. To let me know in the cutest way. Nothing’s more cute than finding out on your third anniversary that your family is going to get bigger.

It hurt me saying that, calling them “it”, that was exactly why I knew it would get the job done. I needed to peel her away from Changbin without touching her, but it worked a little too well. Why was I punsihing her, punishing them? I think the answer to that is simple. I don’t want the attention on me. Which is counterintuitive, given my natural tendencies. Right now, in this moment, I don’t want to be acknowledged. The way that they see me right now threatens everything I worked for, and it looks like everyone chose their side to stand on. Me giving them more of a chance to hate me is only going to make my job down the road harder.

I think some of the boys could tell. I am royally pissed. I got caught, which for one is annoying, but for all of them to take her side? That was infuriating. I spent so long honing them, training them. I always protected them, supported them. It is infuriating to have people that you did everything for to just dismiss you. Why were’nt they comforting me? That child was mine too. Why am I not getting any condolences? Hell, when we had no money to eat, I wouldn’t eat just so the 8 could have something… anything. The days I went to bed starving, the nights I worked around the clock to give them the opportunities that they now take advantage of.

This is how they repay me? Screaming at me left and right, Changbin threatening to kill me, even Felix turned his back. I just fucked a side piece… I mean I know what that caused is on me. That I was responsible for what happened to our child. If I could feel like I was attached I am sure I would’ve been a wreck. Something that was mine being taken away does that to a person like me. One thing is for sure, I truly never wanted to hurt her. I never wanted to look bad, hurting her would do that, and so I made sure to tread lightly, my go to’s being, “I know Baby, I’m sorry,” and “What time is it? Shit Baby I’m so sorry.”

That didn’t stop me to wanting to have my own little thing. My own little secret. It was a different type of high that I didn’t know I craved… needed. It’s no doubt that Soo did feel better in bed. I could tell she knew what she was doing. Y/N had no experience before me and that did a wonder for my corruption kink, but after that… It was like pulling teeth. I had to teach her everything, so every time we we’d sleep together I had to act like I liked the fact that she’s so innocent. Which I do, but I also don’t want to have to have a health class every time I wanted to have sex. Soo wasn’t like that. She knew what she was doing. Hmmm… maybe I’ll clean up the house and finish what we started.

In the elevator, no one wanted to say anything. I didn’t want to say anything either, I didn’t want to make anything worse than it is. It’s a unique empty feeling. Y/N would look at me like I hung the moon itself. The feelings that she gave me, I was seen, heard, and loved. Constantly reassured. I can’t live without that validation. The minute I walked out of the elevator I didn’t even look back, all I said was “Take care of her. Do what I didn’t, she needs you. Call me if you need anything.” That made me feel a little better, giving them an order, felt like the last say in a way.

It was Seungmin’s voice that cut through, I heard him stop the elevator with is arm, “That was never a question, we’ve always taken care of her, don’t wait up. We all know you’re not used to being the one waiting for someone. Wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.” My lip upticked at his comment. Mostly because I didn’t imagine Seungmin to have balls like that and another was that I didn’t have a rebuttal. I always have a rebuttal. He’s right though, I always kept her waiting, not the other way around. It always made me feel important, that she needed me to go to bed well, that she craved to feel me.Yet now I find myself willing to wait an eternity if it meant being able to hold her one more time, to have her cook for me, then to cuddle up and pass out together, all of that shit I see as a waste of time. To think I hate needing someone yet here I am, needing her.

I kept walking after I heard the elevator close. By the time I made it to the car I was trying my hardest not to collapse. My wife was in that hospital, fighting for her life, after I caused her to miscarry, a baby we have been wanting since our first anniversary. I am enraged. I’ve never felt so out of control and it’s driving me crazy. I am always in control. That is the only way that I function. It is something that I pride myself on. Now everything is out of place everyone stepped out of line. All I have to do is get them back in their rightful place… Then we can move on.

I’ve never imagined anyone else as the mother of my children, she is giving enough to focus on them while I work on my career. It’s always been Y/N. That thought was the one that made me slam my door a little too hard. She’s going to come back, she’ll be back. She will have my child, we will be happy… When everyone is in their place.

I tried to distract myself as I went home. It felt like an out of body experience, seeing myself in the rearview mirror, hating the person I saw, just for the sole fact of getting caught. It was such a rookie move. I should’ve known that there was something going on when everyone said they were out for the night. No matter how loud I made the radio, I heard noting but her screams. I wanted to blame someone, get the pain as far away from me as possible, trying to make me out to be the good one. I’m not. The only things I’m good at are music and acting. I could still see the little glances she’d give me, convincing herself that I am just busy. She is so trusting, it honestly baffles me. Just another sign that she’s weak.

I wanted to make it her fault. She shouldn’t be so naive. Seeing Soo disappearing at the same time I am? The way that I couldn’t really look her in the eye for most of last month? She should’ve told me sooner. Maybe if she did that our child would still be here. That’s not even including how I’ve had to keep Soo on a shorter leash than anyone, her face gives so much away. The first time she hung out with us I had to take her to another room and tell her to get it together because she almost started crying in front of Y/N. I know that people will say that’s not fair, What part about anything that I’ve done screamed ‘oh this is reasonable’? None. It’s been so long I’ve been doing this that I don’t even remember how all of this started. Ah I remember now.

I guess a year ago it started off with me venting to Soo. I didn’t know why we weren’t conceiving. We timed out the cycles, we did everything correctly, but still it wasn’t happening. If I told the boys I know I would look weaker for it and I didn’t want Y/N to be even more stressed about getting pregnant. Soo validated my feelings and told me that she was always there for me. That was the first mistake. I should’ve gone to Y/N. After a while it went from talking when I was aggravated to talking daily.

I looked forward to those calls so badly. It felt like a little interaction that was all mine. Making her laugh made me feel like when I used to get Y/N to laugh. The butterflies came soon after that, seeing that I got a form of attention I didn’t realize I was missing. About two months ago she told me that she was seeing me as “not just my friends husband”. That made my heart leap in my chest. I should’ve avoided her like the plague after that, I should’ve gone to my wife, but not only would that make her mad, it’d also make sneaking around harder. I did something worse.

“Good to know it’s not one sided.” I felt the words drip out of my mouth, even recounting it makes me a little excited. I turn onto my street and I heard Soo’s voice in my head, “Chris...” I knew it was wrong, I fucking knew it was, “I know. I know it’s wrong.” Then hearing her say, “What if she finds out?” with a giggle. “We’ll be discreet.”

We met up that night. I wanted to scrub myself head to toe, till my skin bled, making sure her scent was gone completely. It was so thrilling, so different, and I hated that I liked it. I liked it so much I knew I had to do it again, and soon too. Every time I came home Y/N was either passed out on the couch or in our bed. Notes left on the counter full of how much she loves me. I still remember the first one from that same night, “I know how forgetful you get in the studio, made extra of your favorite, it’s in the fridge, missed you-XOXO Y/N/N.” I looked at her form on the couch, clearly trying to stay up to see me. I ran to the bathroom to vomit, it made me anxious. I knew that I was playing with a downgraded version of my wife. If anything went wrong, I’d be left with the dollar store version of Y/N. For some reason that anxiety turned to exhiliration. The longer it went on for, the more comfortable I got of having my cake and eating it too.

She never did anything wrong. I asked for space, she gave me space. I asked for anything and she would do it in a heartbeat. She always wanted me happy and stress free. After a while I made it okay in my head by saying that she wants me to be happy and having both make me happy so it’s okay. I know better, I always knew better.

I always got up too early, that way I didn’t afford myself time to see the person that I love in one of my favorite ways to see her, happy and sleeping. The last few days I gave myself that. Feeling the guilt eat me alive, rightfully so. I felt guilty for putting all of this on the line, putting her on the line, not for her, but what losing her means to me. I’d practice my apology while she slept, “I’m so sorry, I love you.”

If it wasn’t for the boys being there, I could’ve had a better handle on her. I could’ve reiterated that practiced apology over and over. I could’ve kept the control I spent years making, which is really the most fucked up thing about all of this. I was in training for almost 10 fucking years, I finally get the perfect group of people who followed perfectly without question. Then Changbin goes ahead and goes soft for Y/N. She’s gorgeous, I know, she’s funny, and kind, but she was also making Bin step out of line a bit. Every time she was around, he would try to take point, try to be the center of attention. At first I thought that it was Bin trying to be cute. When he asked me how he could ask her out a few months after this started, I felt my stomach drop. She threatened everything I worked for. So I spewed some bullshit to make him question himself a bit more while I figured out what to do.

Some wouldn’t see this as a problem. I am not some. I only let my members have center because I permitted it. If I threw myself in the spotlight always, it would look off. So I made myself into the best, most supportive leader, the leader of the 4th generation, how can you get bigger than that? The perfect wife… Y/N. It was perfect, if I had her, not only would I have more control over Bin, but I’d also have the perfect little family one day. That was when I decided to ask her out after getting her separated enough from Bin. Which wasn’t too hard. There were some unseen snags but overall it was easy. Keeping her is going to be just as easy. When she’s healed. Then everyone will fall back in line.

I pull in to my driveway and go to the door. Once I opened up the door, Bins clothes covered in blood were there, taunting me. I walked further into the house, I looked on the mantle, the picture from our wedding hung there. I remember that day, that gorgeous day. I threw it away. That woman with the most infectious smiles, the woman who’d hold me so close during horror movies. I found myself grabbing that picture, I dragged my finger over her face. I heard her voice, “I love you”, and I collapsed on the floor, right next to the clothes, sobbing, clutching the photo. She was so perfect.

I got so mad at that point. I shouldn’t be crying, SHE ISN’T LEAVING ME. I can fix her just like I fixed everything else around me. My perfect wife, My perfect group, MINE.

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 2 months

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Welp. With the Vs airing out the dirty laundry how long until the Hotel is attacked AGAIN? And how long until Hell views Charlie not as a weak princess, but a cold hearted one?

ayyyyyyy....

what if the first person Charlie ever kills is a sinner trying to get revenge on Vaggie for being a former exorcist? for being caught on camera killing someone THEY loved??

the switcheroo of, Charlie princess of hell, too soft hearted for her own good trying to save her people from heaven with therapy and hugs, to Charlie zero hesitation fully killing one of her own people to protect her murder angel girlfriend?

Sinners were attacking the hotel to get to Vaggie. No they're avoid it out of fear of Charlie

and she's.... weirdly okay with that

and maybe. it turns out for the better. somehow?

imagine everyone at the hotel expects her to freak out over the killing thing because she's CHARLIE she didn't even want her dad to off the guy who murdered her FRIEND.... she's so calm about it and they all think she's in shock....

But what if Charlie finds out she really is fine with killing someone to keep Vaggie safe. Even when she didn't have too.

there were other ways to stop the attack and Charlie took the one that made sure this person would never get another chance to take Vaggie from her

Charlie already has too many nightmares about Lute and a sword- but that was a fear coming from heaven, far away and a known expected threat, something Vaggie hates and will fight against. Vaggie didn't fight against the sinner who came for her. Charlie and terrifying shock of understanding they're surrounded by people who want Vaggie dead now and Vaggie is vulnerable to them in a way a shield won't fix. So Charlie used her trident instead. She cut down the number of people who could ever kill Vaggie by one. She made and example. Gave a warning.

and it's not upsetting to her. It should be and isn't

What if THAT'S what she'd slowly start breaking down over?

Charlie and Lucifer bonding over how falling in love ends with them both falling from their own ideas of grace, and how being fine with that doesn't stop it from hurting

Charlie and all of HELL bonding- maybe, in a weird twist, Charlie becomes closer to her people after defiantly broadcasting a song about how she doesn't regret what she did and would do it again in a heartbeat- so DON'T fucking TRY IT- Vaggie has killed thousands, she's got more blood on her hands than most of the sinners in hell, she's down here fighting for them and trying to heal with scars that never really will and Charlie loves her and will tear apart her own morals to protect the life they've built together

there'd probably a lot of sinners in hell who can feel for that. maybe it turns out that a princess who's more like them is what they needed. it's something they can respect and open up to

they still hate Vaggie tho :/

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #angst au

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 1 year

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Cod Monster Au (Pt. 2)

Requested: Yes [Hello! I was wondering if you could try writing for your COD monster au, but with Price, Gaz, Roach, and Rudy next? No pressure of course :)]

Warnings: ✨spicy✨

Price - Ancient Dragon

Price is old. So old that he can’t even remember when his earliest memories took place. He’s tall and big and proud, an immovable being that looks like he was crafted by the gods themselves with his amber colored scales. Oh and his gorgeous golden eyes, as beautiful as the coins the Romans used to put on the lids of the dead. He doesn’t need to mark and scent you left and right like some little welp, everyone already knows that you’re his. And nobody wants to fight something as dangerous as him just for a chance to grope at his mate.

Not to say he doesn’t mark you because boy howdy does he. Though his ways of marking you are….stickier than most others, smearing his cum along the crotch of your underwear before you both go out, proud of the way you seem to squirm from the feeling of it against you, how it seems to stay molten hot against your sensitive parts. It’s a little bit of a waste when it could be used to fill you to the brim but he thinks it’s worth it.

Gaz - Young Dragon

Gaz is still pretty new to this immortal life, and it makes him pretty insecure at times, especially when it comes to you. He’s barely an adult to his own species, his horns and wings aren’t so big, his hoard is still puny. Any other more impressive dragon could sweep you off of your feet, dragons like Price, those more desirable than him for mating. He clings to you more than Price does, marks you with his scent even more frequently, making sure all the other creatures can smell that you’ve chosen him.

The only thing he’s proud of aside from you is his bright golden scales that all the other dragons envy, shinier than any of their ancient coins and glittering jewelry. He’ll gladly gift you any scales that fall off, his unnatural orange eyes watching you intently, hoping that you’d accept his little offering. Like a sinner before their God, full of awe and wonder at the mere sight of you.

Roach - Naga

Roach is short for a naga, just barely as tall as the tallest recorded human when he sits up. But despite that, he’s highly desired as a mate among his kind. With the beautiful shades of green that makes up his scales and his big emerald eyes. Not to mention the fact that he was such an amazing hunter. But instead of another Naga, he chose you. To say this made many others jealous was a bit of an understatement, and Roach has to constantly be on guard around others in fear that they will hurt you.

But despite everything, Roach never goes back on his decision, finding you to be the most wonderful and perfect mate. He builds you the finest nests, spoils you with the best food from his hunts and foraging, and gives you anything and everything you could ever ask for.

Rudy - ~Under Construction~

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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If you're currently taking requests, can you please do yandere dorm leaders + Jamil with a demigod reader like from Percy Jackson the readers godly parent can be your choice. If you're not currently taking requests feel free to ignore this

Percy Jackson Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Child of one of the big three, water bends to your will. And in the oddest moments, your father gives his two senses. Nonetheless, your power earns you a lot of respect and a lot of scorn from the average student. Of course, those interested don’t mind all that much until your powers seem to be an obstacle to your love for them:

Malleus Draconia

“I see. Your mastery of the sea is impressive. I wonder if we spar who would fare best?”

He wants to engage with your power because it gets him an excuse to take your time

This also helps him gauge your power against his own

He doesn’t cease his repeated sniping of people that hang around you

Even if you actually challenge him seriously

He thinks you’re just the cutest

“Fine, my love. If you wish to challenge me let's have a wager. If you win I’ll stop my…warnings. But if I win you will forfeit all rights to speak to others. This is more than fair.”

Idia Shroud

“I feel we’re connected in some odd way…”

“Yeah….”

“Do you want to play COD?”

There’s a weird synergy that has you both respecting one another

He thinks its cool how you can heal up with magic

But his excuse for prying creepily into your privacy+ is justified by his constant experimentation to measure your powers

“W-what this camera? Ha, it’s only to track what you’d do in such a harrowing situation! I-it w-wasn’t b-because your wearing j-just a white shirt.”

Jamil Viper

“You’re a lot like Kalim, I’m sure your just as susceptible.”

“...I uh…get the feeling you’re capable of something…manipulative.”

“Wow, how insightful.”

Your dear old dad is probably the only help your getting with him

He’s often finding himself befriending you

Despite being caught trying to hypnotize you

He makes a point to use his usual tactic to leave you alone

With plenty of time to come and hang out with him

“Scarabia’s the perfect setting, not a whole lot of water for their father to stay anything.”

Kalim Al Asim

“Yay! Twinsies!”

He’s so happy that you have an affinity for water just like him

He can’t make weapons like you do or heal yourself with it

But he thinks it's pretty cool

It's even cooler that you get really cuddly weak if you stay in Scarabia long enough

“Awww why don’t you stay! I promise I’ll bring the water as soon as we finish our carpet ride!”

Vil Schoenheit

“I doubt that. If you really were the child of Poseidon I doubt he’d let you walk around with skin as dehydrated as yours.”

“Gee thanks, Vil.”

“Yup that’s what I’m here for.”

He knows he’d never be able to overpower you

But he’s not all that hurt

Where you can pride yourself on your strength it doesn’t do anything against his finesse and intellect

Which he prefers

because what power couple doesn’t complement one another with their flaws and strengths

And while you may be willing to entertain these invasive welps bold suitors

He’s not so lenient

“Where you wish to merely scare them off, I wish to punish them. It’s only a given that we mirror one another, in the method.”

Leona Kingscholar

“Join Savvannaclaw, you herbivore. You still have some evolving you can do.”

Strong mates are always fought for in life

And to make his mark he has to sand fight off the competition

The next part will be winning your heart or successfully taming you

Just give him time, he’ll make it happen

One way or another

“Ha let’s exercise I want to see how far you’re willing to go.”

Azul Ashengrotto

“With your kind of power…you could overthrow the entire empire within the coral sea!”

“Uh, I guess.”

“You guess? (Y/n), we could bring all of those who laughed at me to their knees. Metaphorically speaking.”

“They…bullied you?”

“...”

“Aww Azul…”

“S-shut up! Let’s just put them all in their place beneath you”

He loves you immensely

And while he may seem that he’s always aiming to slip you into a contract for ‘sea conquering’

He’s after something more

He’s after you

His pearl, his angelfish, he wants to be your plus one as you right the world

“Ho ho what a predicament. Why don’t we negotiate the subject of payment, after the broken china incident with Grim, we wouldn’t want you to fall into debt.”

Riddle Rosehearts

“I hardly believe your dyslexia is attributed to such a trait.”

“Bet. Write something in Greek I can do it.”

“...I stand corrected.”

“Ha see?!”

“Nonetheless you’re in desperate need of my studying prowess. Come to Heartslabyul.”

He is enamored by you

The powers and heritage just add another layer

But he finds you are lacking for someone so kind

Or rather that you don’t have conviction

In your studies or in your boundaries

You don’t need to worry he’ll do that for you

Collaring anyone who gives threatening looks and any look in general

“Off with your head! I decree that you will be punished for the breaking of the Queen’s law: that no one touches the Ramshackle prefect but you’re queen!”

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Welp. It's the end of the semester again, so...

Jedi Council (& Co.) as Things That Have Been Said in My Classes or Apartment

(very long post incoming)

Mace: Obviously this is God's favorite dinosaur

Plo: I will pardon the mime

Obi-Wan: If God punches you in the face, then you deserved it.

Shaak Ti: Did you just misgender my plant?

Sasee Tiin: Never give up on your dreams kids, but remember to lower your expectations.

Obi-Wan: Bless his FLIPPIN' soul

*During a training exercise* Mace: Do you have a girlfriend? Fives: No Mace: Well today you do Fives: Awesome, thank you

Obi-Wan: I'm running on happy thoughts and ibuprofen and I'm running out of both

Plo: Would you like to jaywalk with me?

Even Piell: You're going places, kid. Maybe jail.

Yoda: Willing to steal another, I am

Mace: You know what the best way to avoid Alzheimer's is? Caleb:...exercise? Mace: Die young

Shaak Ti: I'm not sure I would trust anyone with my baby. Especially not a man in tights.

Plo: Last time I got in trouble for using the word "quirky." Ahsoka: No, you got in trouble for applying it to the Trade Federation

Kit Fisto: I'm really glad that oranges are one of the foods that have peels. I mean, look at this thing. If it were just left on the tree it would be unusable. I'm kind of surprised more things don't have peels. Depa: I don't know, I feel like a lot of foods have peels Kit: Kit: Oh maker, you're right. This is blowing my mind. Name one food without a peel. Depa: Doritos Kit: You got me there

Ahsoka, struggling with homework: Brains are hard. Yoda: Hrm. Squishy, I thought they were.

Kit, sitting down between Anakin and Padme: Forget leave room for Jesus, leave room for Kit. Every relationship could use a little more Kit.

Depa: Welp. Made direct eye contact with THAT person out the window

Plo: Would you like to be my adopted daughters? Trace: I mean...sure? Plo: Great! You're in.

Anakin, picking a piece of strawberry up off the floor: Do I have to throw this away now or can I just rinse it off and eat it? Ahsoka: I think that's up to you. Obi-Wan: Risk-reward, Anakin. It's just a piece of strawberry. Anakin: Risk *pops strawberry into mouth* Obi-Wan: THAT'S NOT WHAT THAT MEANS

Quinlan: What the fo' shizzle is goin' on in the House of the Commons my dude?

Mace: There's something about putting artichoke on pizza that feels...unethical

Anakin: You're crazy Obi-Wan: I respect your choice Anakin: I don't

Depa: My onion is growing another onion Mace: Congratulations, you're a grandmother

Kit: It ended in a dance party. All the best movies end in dance parties, like Shrek, Shrek 2---

Mace: I am suspicious of the powders

Oppo Rancis: I can't think of his name. There was this senator, he lied and cheated his way into office--- Obi-Wan: Which one?

Depa: I put so much garlic in this it's hurting my eyes. I can't wait to eat it.

Obi-Wan: I'm having an existential crisis. Yoda: *plays Dancing Queen by ABBA*

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To Break Apart

Pairing: Uihoy (Male Yautja) x GN!Reader x Vic'tao (Male Yautja)

Warnings: Warnings: Self-harm, depression, heavy emotions, hurt/comfort, fluff, comfort after an anxiety attack.

Word Count: 4925 (Remember when I said I would write less than 2000... welp)

Summary: Your partners are hunters, skilled hunters. Which leads to them going on their hunting trips together and leaving you on their ship. Alone. By yourself. Sad. Despite thinking you could do this, just get through it. You're an introvert, this is fine. No, everything wasn't fine. You break apart.

Author Note: Angst, heavy angst guys. I'm warning you guys. The next few I have planned are also angst. Don't know why but I did choose those.

Masterlist

Ao3

Everything can happen in a snap of fingers. Losing someone close. Break ups. Friendships ending. All those can occur in a second. And there’s nothing you can do. Nothing to stop it from happening.

Everything was ripped away when you joined them. It was reckless, stupid! How could you do that?! Now alone in the expansive universe, on a space ship. Those two… aliens, that you love – loved? off, away, gone on a hunt. They left you alone! How could they?! Alone on their ship. Alone to your thoughts. Alone with nothing for comfort.

Tears ran rivers down your cheeks. They were never ending, never stopping. You curled up tighter. It was dark. Nothing to be seen. Your memories foggy on how you got here. Cramped, tight, the walls pushing into your sides. Despite hating small places, the comfort it offered helped. Not by much, but helped you from spiraling too far down the hole you’ve fallen in.

Vic’tao and Uihoy keep their ship warm. Yet, your body was trembling, shaking worse than a leaf in a storm. As if your freezing. It felt like you were dunked underneath ice cold water. All alone to deal with this feeling. I choked on a sob.

Pain raced up your right arm. Your wide eyes snapped down. Blood seeped from scratch marks. Huh, I… Underneath the nails on your other hand was blood and skin. You shoved your injured limb between your thighs which were drawn up to your chest. You cried out, the sound echoing back at you lonely. Your eyes squeezed shut to stop the shed of tears. More just fell.

The ramp lowered. Vic’tao was the first to take a step towards the entrance… Some heavy hit him. Not physical. A smell, pungent scent filled Vic’tao’s refectory sensors. He tensed up, eyes narrowing before snapping to Uihoy next to him. A horrified look on his partner’s features. Their gazes met, a silent conversation quickly spoke.

Both Yautjas were up and into the ship within a second. Blood. They smelled blood. Mixed with your scent. Their feet thundered on the metal floors of their ship, each racing to find you. Vic’tao and Uihoy’s senses were locked in and searched for you.

Uihoy slid to a stop at the entrance of their trophy room. A glorious array of skulls on display, something he promptly ignored. Vic back pedaled to follow the purple Yautja. Uie sped into the room without an regard to his partner following him.

Sounds, sobbing, whimpering. The scent of blood was thick in the air, uncomfortably so. Even as hunter, one that’s used to be bathed in it, this made his scales crawl with a terrible feeling. His pink tongue flicked out to taste the air and detected the direction of it. He was moving before his mind knew what was happening. His tongue led him towards the origin of the smell.

He stopped at a closed-door panel. Behind him, Vic skidded to a halt right on his heel. Vic scent the blood and their ooman’s odor the strongest. He heard quivering breathes. Uihoy slammed a fist on the door. It popped open. Uie grasped the door and nearly ripped it off the hinges.

There you sat. Blood and tears coating part of your skin they could see. Uihoy was down on his old knees within a second, hands coming to pull you free.

When your eyes snapped up to met his own blazing gaze, Uihoy paused before slowly retracting his limbs back to his body. Calmly. He had to do this calmly. You were in a fragile state, mentally. He’s read about this from ooman internet. Thankfully so.

His head turned to peek at Vic’tao kneeling next to him. His own irises pinned on their distressed partner. Uihoy knew Vic was struggling to hold back, to keep from yanking them free and squeezing them close. Anything to make sure they were okay. That nothing serious was physically wrong. Vic can fix that part… when it comes to emotions, the Yautja comes up short. So, in the moment, he forced himself taunt and waited.

But, the sight of blood had Uihoy antsy to hold you, to soothe you, to tell you everything was okay. His arms shook, one resting over his bent knee. His palm on the other limb grasped at his muscular thighs. Sharp nail threatening to slice through thick hide.

Vic’tao held unsteadily in his spot. Much to his dismay.

For Uihoy, the purple Yautja inched a hand in your trembling direction. Those wide, tear filled eyes zeroed on the limb. Yet, you didn’t make a sound or move that alerted him not to. So, Uihoy continued every so slightly.

Minutes go by sluggishly. It took forever for that limb to make contact with you. You did not move, eyes locked onto him hand. Uihoy quietly sighed, mandibles twitching in thought. He used that hand to softly touch your chin and tip it up. This forced your eyes to snap to his alien face. More tears fell, rolling down your cheeks like hills before dropping off the cliff of your jawline.

He watched, so closely, so intensely. He observed all that swirled in your big eyes to figure out what he can do next. Uihoy brought up a leg, foot flat on the ground and pushed himself forward. The movement didn’t have affect on you. Good. Then, the next leg. This pushed him to be buddied up with the cabinet. Not that he minded, not at all.

Uihoy ducked his head to bring it close to your face, close enough to see the texture of his irises. With an upper mandible, he barely skimmed your cheek and wiped away a stray tear. In his language, he chittered to you with calming words, softly spoken.

Just by your face, he could read that you did not want to speak. As for himself, his ooman words wouldn’t help. He didn’t have a full grasp of English yet, not like Vic’tao.

Instead, Uihoy raised his free limb and brought it to your cheek, holding you in place. Words failed him. He didn’t know what to speak. He didn’t want to question what had happened. All that he could read right now was you were in an unstable state. The ship had not been attacked, meaning you were safe. That lead him to think this was internal. Something had happened with your thoughts.

His short mandibles wiggled in thought. Uihoy finally moved his limbs to scoop you out of the cabinet and into his hold. The moment you were free from the small space, your tiny arms encircled his neck. Your teary, flushed face buried into the crook of his neck. Uihoy held strong, firm limbs coming to wrap tightly around you. You were theirs.

Once you were out and in his arms, he rolled back to sit on floor with his butt. His legs curling up to keep you pressed firmly to him. It was his silent way of saying you were safe with him, with them.

Vic’tao came into the picture. The young, lethal Yautja moved behind you, in front of his Yautja partner. His blazing eyes found Uihoy’s and chitter lowly to him. “Can I touch?” Uihoy watched the younger male for a few breaths before nodding his smaller head. The yellow and blue male took a lungful of air in and closed in.

Hands, calloused from hundreds of years of hunting and vigorous training touched your fragile skin. A palm cupped the side of your chin. His other hand snaked between your body and Uihoy’s to press at your heart. It was fluttering fast, quick, loud in their ears. Like it was on the verge of breaking from your ribcage. He was the first to start up a deafening purr as if that’ll draw you out of your thoughts.

Next came Uihoy with a strong, more grumbly purr that sent vibrations throughout your body. His form squeezed you, as if to send a reminder.

Two massive, heavy, thickly corded bodies surrounded your much smaller body. Like two wolves protecting their mate. Vic’tao had rested his head on your stomach. Your legs were over his torso as he rested on his side. Though, Vic had a strong hold with your thigh.

As for Uihoy, he firmly kept his head on your chest, hidden ear pressed to your heart. Despite you being a lot tinier than them with their huge dome heads, they somehow fit on your torso together. Uihoy was wrapped around your upper body. An arm thrown over your torso, curling underneath. Then the rest of him was trying its best to keep contact with you. Your head was to his chest/midriff area. His other hand held yours, fingers slotted between yours.

After what felt like hours, your hoarse voice broke the quiet air. “I miss home.” The words were barely audible with how rough you spoke.

The two tensed. Uihoy held your hand tighter. Both of their thoughts were going absolutely haywire. One question that plagued their mind: does this mean you wanted to leave them?

Uihoy swallowed his pride. “Are ooman wanting home?” It hurt his old heart to ask such a thing. You were the best thing to ever happen to them. Such a precious, sweet, comforting being that warm their hearts at the sight of you.

An itchy silent fell over the group. Not even the ship dared to creak in its older age.

You swallowed thickly, the sound loud. Uihoy felt it. “N-no… I don’t, don’t know. My family…” What are they thinking? Are they worried about you, where you’ve gone? Have they even heard the news? It’s been almost a year since you’ve left earth to be with Vic’tao and Uihoy. “I miss them.”

No one else spoke. They let you have the moment to vent, to speak your mind in the safety of their bedroom. Even yourself decided to let the silent take over. Your thoughts running amuck inside of your muddled mind. It was hard to decipher what any of it meant.

Life was confusing right now. You were at the stern of it but had no clue what direction you were heading. No one warned you of what space life was like. You were starstruck with the idea of being out space. Out here, away from the worries of life.

That sounded perfect, didn’t it? No one could tell you that being out in space, with only two other people to talk with, wasn’t easy. Humans are social creatures. That you’ve heard countless times. No matter how introverted you were, humans needed someone to speak with.

Your mates, your partners, they had to leave at times. Days at a time, maybe weeks to hunt. They left you alone to your thoughts with nothing but yourself. How could a social creature live that way?

Each Yautja had their ears tuned strictly on you, waiting for you take lead, to speak of your troubles. Unlike the vicious species they are known to be, they were patient and kind to let you lead. Uihoy squeezed his hand. The touch pulled you free from dangerous thoughts.

“You keep leaving me.” There, it was said. “You keep going on your hunts, leaving me beh-ind.”

It wasn’t just your family that plagued you. Many things were building up to this moment, it was only a matter of time until the eruption happened.

Each Yautja tensed, thick muscles coiled tightly as if ready to spring. Uihoy couldn’t believe what you said. His heart seemed to stall in its thunderous cycle of pumping his neon green blood. The roaring purr that filled his chest stuttered to a stop as he stared up at you from his spot on your chest. No… no, no, no. A pathetic, pained whine sounded from him. You weren’t looking at him, just staring off at the ceiling.

Vic’tao felt a bitter anger rising in him before a raging guilt filled his veins the very second afterwards. Worse of all, the anger was directed at you with a question: how could you think that way with all they’ve done for you?! But the ask was swiftly killed and discarded like trash. Vic scooted somehow closer to you, trapping you against himself and Uihoy. No room for escape. You were theirs.

“Why do you feel this? We don’t leave you behind. We go and hunt for you, to bring back trophies and meat. To feed our mate. Is it not enough?” Vic’tao fired off. A trickle of leftover rage filled his words by accident before he destroyed it completely. He sat up to look over Uihoy and find your teary eyes. The hold on your leg stayed despite the change of position for himself.

Your gaze refused to meet him until he moved closer to lean over Uihoy. “I hate being alone. I don’t know when you’ll come back, if you’ll come back. I’ve lost… I’ve lost a lot of people in my life. Even when I left my own planet to live with you guys, I left a couple of people behind. And what happens if you two die? I get left behind! Always…” you cried, words gaining volume and force. Your nails were biting into Uihoy’s hand but he ignored it. Not like it hurt anyhow.

The yellow Yautja was at a lost. He did not understand… these feelings. It’s not the way he raised or the experienced he lived through. Instead, he used a knee to nudge against Uihoy. It was his turn to butt in and take Vic’tao’s place. Vic’tao had to hold down the new rage that raced to life when you insulted him, saying he’ll die. You said it like he would go down easily. That he wasn’t a strong, capable hunter.

Uihoy let the air in his big lungs to escape with one rush. “Little hunter….” If only you could understand Yautja easily. “Vic and Uihoy will not leave ooman. Little ooman Vic and Uihoy’s. Not loose Vic or Uihoy. Ooman will not get left behind.” It strained his vocal cords to speak the dialect but he did. Then, he leaned up to rest on an elbow and bowed his head. His brow touched yours, softly rubbing against you, like a cat. “You are ours. We will not leave you behind, ever,” his words now spoken in Yautja, a language you have yet to pick up. One day.

This time, an idea came to Vic’tao. The two of them have been training you, slowly but surely. “How about this… on hunts we deem safe for you to join, we’ll let you come with us?” Vic offered a peaceful term. “But only if its safe for you. We will not purposely endanger your life.”

Your thoughts stuttered to stop before being filled with his offer. To join them. To be like them. A minute smile passed over your features. Your body softened once more. “I would like that.” Just something to bring your trio closer to each other, your family stronger.

The two of them started to purr with content again. Both aliens returned to their spots originally, everything cleared.

“Anything else you need to speak about?” Vic’tao questioned, voice sent vibrations up your leg that he was still holding onto.

After a heavy mood, you changed it up to be more relaxed and playful. “Actually, yeah. Can you stop watching me bathe, it’s not normal. Every time.” Vic’tao grumbled that ended in a huff. The hold on your leg tightened.

“I’m just trying to protect you, my mate,” is his reason. Well… “You wear too much; you hide too much of your skin from us.” That to. You snorted airily and shook your head. God, these two.

Living with aliens had its ups and downs, ones no one could ever warn you about. It was all a learning experience.

Warnings: Lip chewing (self harm)

Relationships have its up and downs. They can go sideways. Very, very quickly. As for yourself, you’re not very experienced with relationships. Let alone, two partners. That didn’t even scratch the surface they’re aliens, a predatory race that has hunted your kind before. It wasn’t that that disturbed your sleep or make your skin crawl.

In all honesty and to the end, you loved them. It took time to get use to their different personalities, looks, and the way they act. Completely different from the humans you’ve dated in the past. Skulls and bones were given instead of roses or jewelry. You were confused on why they would give them to you. You just thought they were being nice and friendly about your hobbies, including collecting things from the ground. Their little scavenger. A collector of things.

Before long, you had fallen for them naturally. Soon, it was everyday you wanted to see them. It wasn’t always possible to do that, hunting and all. Plus, they had to keep you a secret, specially in the beginning. Or else someone would be more than happy to challenge their claim before you were comfortable with them. The dangers of that had them fretting and tense. That’s a story for another time.

Today, the boys were out hunting. They stated it would take about four turns of this planet’s sun to return to you. The days were around twenty-eight hours here. Close to how Yautja Prime works.

The first day was never this hard. You didn’t rise out of bed until the need to pee was strong enough to rouse you. Even then, you just returned back to bed. The pelts they have collected over time covered your frame. Warm but it didn’t bring comfort. Their scent was present, it layered your skin. It didn’t calmed your wired nerves.

While in bed, you chewed horribly at your lip to the point it began to bleed multiple times. The taste didn’t disturb you. The blankets were pulled closer to your body, as if trying to reimagine what Vic’tao or Uihoy’s arms felt around you. Yet, it wasn’t the same.

Tears sprung up in your eyes.

On the second day of their hunt, nothing had changed. The pelts stayed blanketed over your frame. Only a small hold for you to breath out of. At this point, your stomach snarled for food, anything of nutrition. A headache rose from the lack of water. That was the only reason you got up and lumber into the kitchen.

A water bottle full of water was carried back to the bedroom. Your arms seemed to shake. From what? You had no true answer. You collapsed back into the concave space as your bed. A blanket was brought to our face. With a deep breath, you sucked in a lung full of the boys’ scent. The shaking were starved away.

As you laid there, your bottom lip wobbled. Tears prickled the corner of your eyes. The shaking started up again.

Weirdly enough, your brain couldn’t make up its mind. Confused and overwhelmed with strange, conflicting emotions, you cried until falling asleep again. The dreams weren’t safe either.

Another day passed to arrive at the final one. The last one where they would be returning. Nothing food wise had been consumed this entire time. You stayed trembling like a leaf. A horrible feeling sat in your sternum, pressing against your heart and lungs. You quivered and sobbed.

Home. You wanted to go home. Out here, alone. It wasn’t the life you signed up for. At first, the beginning month wasn’t so bad. Living in a confined space was hard with two extra bodies in the mix. Though you loved them with all of your heart, you were struggling now. And they were out there, hunting. They weren’t helping you, not holding you in their arms and whispering it’s going to be okay. The hunt. The hunt. The hunt.

Why weren’t you important enough to have them stay with you? You sobbed brokenly at that horrible thought. It struck you deep in your sore, bruised heart. ‘Not important’. Nothing to them. Your cries grew in pitch, shaking your whole body with them. It hurt, deep and striking. You clenched your teeth together to try and quiet the pathetic sounds you were making.

“I wanna go home,” those words barely audible but Vic’tao and Uihoy heard them the moment they entered their ship. Uihoy’s head perked up, locks slapping against his purple and green skin. Those bright eyes met his partner’s next to him. Then they heard the cries of pain and sorrow echoing through out the ship.

They acted the very next second without hesitation. It was two bulls stampeding through the halls to the origin of the sounds. Their feet pounding loudly on the metal floors. Vic’tao turned first and slid slightly to the side. Uihoy did the same. His frame heavier than his partner’s. He knocked into Vic before darting in the new direction. Vic, right on his tail.

The shared bedroom stunk of sorrow and salt. Vic’s upper mandibles scrunched up as the smell assaulted his scenes once the door slid back to reveal their room. Nothing much had changed with the way it looked. Movement caught his bright eyes. The bed. Covered with pelts and blankets mixed together. A form moved underneath the pile. You. Their little human. His shoulders sagged at the relief to know you were okay. No scent of blood…

But why where your eyes leaking.

Before the yellow and blue Yautja had time to move towards you, Uihoy was already in motion. The purple hunter knelt down in the concave oval shape of their bed. Your scent was thick, extremely thick. A hand reached out towards the blankets and began to pull at them.

Something tugged at your blankets covering your trembling form. A yelp pierced the air as you held on the fabrics even tighter that your joints ached.

“Little Hunter?” It felt as if the fogged and white noise that filled your ears was spilt. Your shaking halted harshly. The voice all too familiar. You ripped off of the blankets, which took you a moment to find where the ends were. Hope in your eyes shined brightly as you breeched the surface.

There in all their glory stood Vic’tao and Uihoy. You sobbed with relief and rushed them. Both of your shaking arms wrapped around Uihoy as he was the closest. Your face buried into the crook of Uihoy’s neck. The Yautja was stunned for a moment and knelt there for a moment before embracing you fully. A heady purr vibrating his chest against yours. A soothing touch as it rolled over your skin. But you just sobbed into his skin, wetting it with salty tears.

Even Uihoy was frozen on what to do with you; and he’s the more affecticate one between the two. For the time being, he just held you in his strong, sturdy arms. Vic’tao knelt behind Uihoy and peered over his partner’s shoulder to look down at their tiny, trembling ooman. The yellow and blue Yautja softly reached and brushed away a tear. “What’s wrong, little ooman?” he said in a hushed, grumbling voice.

Your nails were digging into the purple scales but gave no pain to the owner. He didn’t even react, let alone feel any discomfort. Uie placed a massive hand on your back and softly stroked the length of your spine. The action helped with calming your breathing to a normal range.

The lump in your throat was swallowed with difficulty. You didn’t move. “I miss, I miss home,” you finally uttered barely above a hoarse breath.

World shattering. Vic’tao and Uihoy’s muscles locked tight. For once, they feared what the future held for them. ‘Home?’ You wanted to go home? Was… was this not your home? Were they not your home? But they couldn’t let you leave, even if you wanted to. Their clan’s honor code… they would have to follow it or be deemed a bad blood.

“Little Hunter…” Uihoy trailed off as he tried to find the right words. What was he going to do? What could he do to convince you not to leave? “Do Little Hunter want go home?” His voice was almost too rumbling to understand. Your arms tightened around Uihoy’s neck. Did you?

“I-I don’t know.”

Neither Yautja knew if that calmed them or worried them even more. How could you not know? You had to choose… or else. Vic’tao sighed before standing up and began to pace. An idea came to mind quickly. “What can we do to rectify this? What can we do to make you stay?” The last thing either of them wanted to do would be forced to kill you. The oomans could not know of their existence, including you.

Once more, your muscles tensed, mind racing for something to help with the situation. But fatigue was running it’s course and winning. You continued to keep your face hidden away, not even letting Vic’tao to see you. How could he see you in this pathetic state? You couldn’t let that happen.

Vic’tao mandibles twitched as he paced and thought deeply. He truly didn’t know what to do. A growl vibrated his throat and he stopped in his place. What was he supposed to do? This wasn’t a field he was familiar with. Then, he acted. He knelt next to Uihoy and faced him. His calloused hands slithered between Uihoy and you then cupped your cheeks. With his new hold on you, Vic picked up your head and forced you to look at him. His bright, fierce eyes pierced yours. “What do you need?” his voice firm and stern, the only way he knows.

You swallowed thickly, throat bobbing. Your cheeks were soaked with salty tears. A hiccup interrupted you before you had the chance to speak. “For you to stay,” I sobbed and attempted to pull away. But, Vic softly dug his claws into the back of your jaw.

“Stay? What do mean?” Uihoy questioned, hand still rubbed at your back. “Uihoy and Vic are here for Little Hunter. Always.” The purple Yautja pulled back enough to look you in the eye. With the two of them staring into your teary eyes made you want to further curl up into a ball and hide away from them. Neither of them let that happen. “Can tell anything. Won’t judge.”

You hiccupped once more and used a hand to wipe away at your soaked cheeks. They were starting to dry and make your skin feel horrible. Vic finally pulled away enough to let you clean up. “I-I,” you can do this, “I can’t stand when you guys leave.”

Uihoy tensed underneath you. Their hunts. It hurts you when they go on a hunt, mentally. His brows furrowed in deep thought.

On the other hand, Vic’tao’s head snapped back and he stared at you. He believed this was something that was covered when the duo became a trio. He thought you understood and was fine. Why the change? “Why do you feel this way now? You were fine when we told you.”

His partner whipped his head to glare at him, tresses accidentally slapping you in the face. Ow. Uihoy snapped at him in Yautja, a language you’ve barely begun to even understand simple things. But you knew it was something harsh from how stern his voice was. Vic’tao sighed afterwards and released his hands on you. “Apologizes, ooman.” He stood up to his full height as his mind mulled over solutions.

“How about we teach you to hunt?” A solution. One he may regret knowing that ooman’s aren’t that great about instincts. But if it’s with you, it won’t be so bad.

This caught your attention, head perking up to find his bright eyes on you. Always watching, always vigilant. “You would do that?” you whispered, voice hoarse.

Uihoy grunted. “That’s a good idea. Like it. Would love to see Little Hunter hunt alongside Uihoy and Vic.” His strong arms loosened up to pull you back and sit more in his lap. He could see the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed.

“Is that even a good idea? I’m not… very good at hunting.” I shied away from their eyes and put my head on Uihoy’s thick chest to keep hiding away.

The purple Yautja purred deeply rubbed at your head, messing up your hair. “Uihoy and Vic will be teaching ooman. Safe and sound. Become great hunter at side.” That eased up your worried emotions. You smiled, even though they couldn’t see it, and wiped away the rest of your tears. Your cheeks stained with dry, sticky tears.

“Thanks,” you whispered, voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

From there, Uihoy carried you to the connected bathroom. The bath was swiftly filled. During that time, Uihoy sat on the edge of the in ground bath and held you. That’s all you could ask for. Vic’tao went out and grabbed needed water and a couple snacks for you. Instructions provided by Uihoy on what to do. The poor, younger Yautja was still clueless on human emotions, something Uihoy studied before allowing a relationship to even bloom.

Once the bath was filled, Uihoy slowly shed you of your clothing and helped you into the bath. For however long, the two showered you in the love you deserved. Water was sipped on. Food was consumed. Shampoo was lathered over your body. Everything needed to show you how much they cared for you.

#yautja #predator #yautja x reader #yautja x you #alien vs predator #predator x reader #yautja x human #predator x you #predator x human #x reader

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drunkhee · 2 months

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in my memory ────── ⵌ YJW

pairing: yang jungwon x afab!reader genre: hurt, angst wc: ~580 warning !! HEAVY emphasis on angst, death

synopsis; you are infront of yours and jungwon's family recounting your favourite memories

today was the day.

a day that joined your family and jungwon's. the crowd begins to settle down as the tune to his favourite song plays. people scurried around, finding a seat. many of which just occupy any they could find free, asking others to scoot over the pew.

you took a deep breath before entering the scene. you have been observing them from a small room that was tucked away at the very back of the church. you fix your white dress as your father smiles at you weakly before walking down the aisle with him.

each step felt heavy as you approached jungwon. you were definitely not dreaming, you tell yourself as your father holds onto you nearing your beloved. as he guided you up the steps, your father places a soft kiss onto your hand as you make your way next to the man you loved ever so much.

as the priest went over scripture and readings, your hand reaches into your dress' pockets. your little speech that you have prepared to say in front of both families. the priest hands over the mic to you, as you look at the crowd.

'hello, everyone. friends and family of myself, and jungwon.' you smiled at the crowd who watched you intently.

'now, i have always dreamed of reading you this note that i wrote, from the third year of me and jungwon's relationship. it was a dream that i get to fulfil today, but as life is full of surprises... i never,' you hiccup at the end, breathing in deeply before continuing. 'i... i never thought that i would be reading this out to our families in a funeral.' your hand was now shaking as you look back at your lover encased in a casket.

'i loved, no. i love jungwon. and i knew that he was the man i wanted to marry since the very first time i met him. he wasn't the man of my dreams at the time - rather he was just a quiet boy i found to be charming.' you look at his mother who was wiping away tears.

'you have done a fine job of raising your son mr. and mrs. yang. thank you for giving me the chance to love your son and be loved by him. jungwon has greatly changed and influenced many around him, and we will never forget that.'

‘jungwon had been my rock. i’m sure now he’s probably screaming at me telling me that he still is my rock, and that he is.’ you gain a few chuckles from the crowd as you continue your speech. ‘he has been there through my toughest and i know it wasn’t his intention to make me feel this way, or any of you for that matter. i know that he is simply going to be watching over all of us, like he had always been.’

‘to my lover, my fiancé, my best friend in the whole world – rest easy. maybe this wasn’t our life time, maybe in an alternate universe we are happy with our two beautiful daughters called luna and areum. but this is what I face now. a future without the man I call mine. a future with no you. if you are listening, i love you jungwon. and that will never change.’ as you finish you felt a gust of wind enter through the open windows, pushing one of the balloons closer to you.

‘that must’ve been him.’

vi's thoughts

welp uhh this came to me in a dream and uhh it may have been based off a funeral i've been to idrk its smth i dont rlly like to think abt BUT ig that experience helped me write this ig. hope ure all doing great :)

#୨ৎ⋆.˚‪⭒ vi #୨ৎ⋆.˚‪⭒ vi writes #୨ৎ⋆.˚‪⭒ vi enha #enhypen x reader #enha x reader #heeseung #jungwon #jungwon x reader #yang jungwon #yang jungwon x reader #enhypen scenarios #enha scenarios #enha jungwon

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caligvlasaqvarivm · 3 months

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Do you feel comfortable with us recommending your blog to others or...?

Because there are blogs dedicated to analyzing homestuck and they are usually very good but the moment they talk about Eridan all the magic disappears and, I just want to know if it is acceptable to recommend you as like, homework i guess (?).

In the style of, if they are going to talk about complex characters then they should do their due research.

It's okay if you're not comfortable with the idea, maybe I shouldn't be that interested either, it just hurts to know that they can do better, and they are not (on the contrary, its just worse).

Unfortunately, not with that attitude!

I actually have a pretty strict rule to never go out into the fandom in search of fights, and to never answer asks asking me what I think about another fandom member's interpretation of canon ("official"/semi-official works like PQ are exempt). This is because, if I go onto some other guy's blog with zero intention to change my opinion, and say "you're wrong," that makes ME the asshole.

Nobody likes it when someone rocks up to the discussion to tell them they're wrong and try to own them with facts and logic. It's actually kind of a dick thing to do! That's why I contain my takes to my own blog, which, thanks to the block button and blacklists, means that nobody has to engage with me if they don't actively want to.

I've had several instances on this blog before of either having to dismount a conversation where neither side will change their mind with "agree to disagree," told people I can't/won't comment on something because I don't engage with the fandom overall, or straight-up blocked people. I do this because I've made the mistake before of trying to be Correct on the Internet, and the truth is it's an unwinnable battle that makes everybody involved look like a clown. At the end of the day, we're all squabbling about what a webcomic "means," and it's impossible to be 100% correct. God knows I've been wrong, sneakily edited posts, and hoped nobody noticed (if you did, thanks for not saying anything).

If you like my posts and agree with my opinions - great! I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't like the ego boost. If you don't, I'm usually willing to hear people out, but I'm pretty egotistical and we'll most likely agree to disagree. I pretty exclusively reserve actual retaliation for people who rock up (especially while hiding behind anon) pretty much just to tell me I'm wrong. Like I said, the person who does that is an asshole! I try not to be that asshole.

If someone's takes are so "bad" to you that you can't stand seeing them, you have the power to banish that person from ever appearing before you again. Block they ass. You literally don't need a reason. But if you want to do the hard, thankless, joyless, unrewarding, and nearly always futile task of changing someone's opinion, then step one is to take a deep breath and trying not to think about it in terms of enemies and allies, right and wrong. This person is another human, just trying to make a living on this shitty earth, talking about this thing you both like. The vibe should be excitement that you can share an insight they haven't considered, not a tribal monkey instinct to hit another monkey with a big bone club.

If these blogs already do a lot of Homestuck analyzing, chances are, they're receptive to Homestuck. Instead of using me (some rando on the internet) as a source, you should use the comic itself. Lucky for you that I cite my sources, or at least make it easy to look up the parts of the comic I'm talking about. It's a little more legwork than just linking an essay, but you're trying to perform the nearly impossible task of changing someone's mind, so put some elbow grease into it.

And if that doesn't work, welp. Agree to disagree! Haha.

#homestuck is literally not worth being upset over

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dancingbabya-notes · 2 years

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Do you love me?

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Sometimes you’re just in your feelings and you feel a little unloved… actually it’s pretty bad. How does your boyfriend react when you ask?

(Welp here we go, I got an idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head no matter what so I just made it. I feel like this one needs a bit of a TW because it deals with feelings and I might not have grasped them right. Also I don’t know how they progressively got longer)

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Midoriya

You had been lackadaisical for at least a week, had it not been for your regenerative quirk you would have been seriously injured. But it was your fault. Or at least you think so. Finally fed up with avoiding your boyfriend, you take your blanket and crawl into his hold while he’s reading a book one day after class.

Usually he’d be training, but it was highly recommended he rest properly. He didn’t stop reading Midoriya simply adjusted his hold on the book and started patting your back as you lay on his chest. You weren’t sure how long you were there before he finally spoke.

“How are you feeling, cookie?”

Looking up at him you toyed with the words in your head a bit before finally speaking. “Do you love me?”

Midoriya looked hurt. “Of course I do. What made you think otherwise?”

Frowning you wrap your arms around him. “Everything. I don’t know, I just need to hear you say it.”

Bakugo

Granted you always felt a little sad, your only solace was your brother, and your boyfriend. Though they did disagree on the whole dating thing because of something like your don’t date your best friend’s siblings, even if they’re adopted. That wasn’t what got you down. What got you down was probably just the situation.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be helping?”

“I only if I can help otherwise I might accidentally kill someone,” you laugh hollowly.

“That’s not something to joke about, freak.”

It didn’t usually bother you. So you tried to seek out some comfort. Class A was used to seeing you walk in and either go to Ejiro or to Bakugo. Meaning no one batted an eye when you curled into Bakugo’s arm. He didn’t either, you honestly could tell if he cared.

“Do you love me?” You mumble for him to hear and he turns to you.

“The hell do you think?”

Okay. You had to admit you didn’t know what to think. Gathering a bit of water from the room you splashed it in his face before getting up.

“Oh I dunno? A clear fucking answer. I can’t read your mind Bakugo!” Your frustration and sadness was welling up. “I should never have come here.”

Storming out of the dorm, Eijiro groans. “Really? Bakubro, I know telling people how you feel isn’t your strong suit. But I’m sure they’re in their feelings since the anniversary is soon.”

Bakugo smacked himself. Of course he messed up somehow. Eventually he managed to get you to answer your phone, then shortly after talk to him away from the prying eyes of the extras where he berated you for asking such a stupid question. He cared about you, he just shoes it differently than you.

Kirishima

Let’s be honest the moment you started feeling down and even considered trying to deal with the feelings alone, Kirishima knew. He knew something was wrong and that you needed something, he didn’t know what it was but he would do anything if you asked.

So when you popped into his room while he was doing homework he put all his attention on you. Like a child you held your arms out for him and he picked you up and held you in his lap. Choosing to sit on the bed since the moment both your weight was on the chair it’d probably result in injury.

Cuddling into his hold you sniffle. “Do you love me Eijiro?”

His heart broke, because just from the sound of your voice you’d been crying before coming to him. He lifts up your face to look at him.

“Of course I do, and I’m going to tell you over,” he kisses your cheek. “And over.” The other cheek. “And over.” Your forehead. “And over again until you stop feeling like this.”

A small chuckle comes out. “Okay.”

Kaminari

You weren’t exactly the overly affectionate type especially when it came to your boyfriend. But right now you felt like you should be, and that was what tipped you off that something was wrong.

“I don’t think-

“It’s fine, I didn’t tighten it too much.” You huff.

“But-

“I said it’s fine!” A puff of smoke blew from your teeth as you tried to reel in your quirk.

“Y/N, that’s enough. You’re being a bigger danger to others than Mei. Go back to the dorms and cool off,” power loader scolds.

Taking your bag you left reluctantly. Who just happened to be walking by? Kaminari. Trying to abscond you couldn’t avoid him.

“Hey baby.” His arm wrapped around your waist and you couldn’t even think to push him away.

Maybe you’re just tired. “Hello love.”

“How have you been lately? I haven’t seen much of you.” He smiles. “I mean I don’t spend to much time with you usually but-

“I-

You look at your boyfriend and decide now is a better time to ask. “Denki, do you love me?”

He froze. It was like his brain was on dialup and someone just picked up the landline. Waving your hand in his face you try to see if the aliens will give your boyfriend back.

“Look you don’t have to answer, I’ve just been feeling a little low lately. Usually I try to solve shit like this on my own but since you’re also involved and I care what you think about me or how you feel about me I jus-

He covers your mouth and hugs you. “Is that even a question? Do I love you?” Kaminari sighs. “Baby I’m in love with you. Now if you’re feeling unloved let me know what I can do to make you feel all my love.”

You laugh a bit pushing him off. “Okay lover boy. We still have things to do.”

You both walked together for a bit before saying,

“Thanks.”

Todoroki

Todoroki wasn’t an expert on other’s feelings. His usual solution to complicated feelings was to eat soba or use his quirks until he got tired. So when he saw you with your wings practically dragging behind you, he didn’t need to understand feelings that much to know. You weren’t feeling well.

Not to mention being in different areas made it a lot harder to talk often. What was getting you down though? Stress. Probably older sibling problems. That didn’t help because you were also a younger sibling. But that’s what happens when you’re one of twelve.

The last straw for Todoroki was probably when you, someone with the ability to fly, fell. “Are you okay?”

“No.” Like a mentos in a soda bottle you shot off. Explaining to Todoroki your recent fears and feelings as of late with all the news not to mention the dangers of his job versus yours.

“Do you love me?” You finally finished off feeling practically empty.

“Yes.”

Todoroki takes your hand in his. “I do love you, just like how you told me you loved me.”

“I doubt taking someone’s pain away and telling them you love them is the same as this. But thank you, Shoto.”

Mirio

Everyone could feel your emotions. Despite your best efforts you weren’t exactly skilled at not using your emotions to control your quirk. At least you knew it worked in the opposite direction. It wasn’t uncommon for you to feel sad, or down but it was usually other people’s emotions and you’d probably get over it later.

But for some reason since it was your own feelings it was much, much worse. It didn’t help that you fought with your dad too.

Dropping your support items you glare. “I never asked to be trained to shoot. You did that all on your own.”

“Y/n, don’t you start with-

“I wish you’d never adopted us! Maybe at least I’d have a reason to feel angry or upset.” You took off returning to your room.

Entering through your balcony you left your shoes outside. You wanted to huddle in your room and possibly cry if that was the type of feeling you were feeling. But a knock at the door broke that train of thought.

“Birdy, is everything okay? You don’t usually make others feel angry or upset,” hearing your boyfriend on the other side of the door you stand up.

If you don’t let him in he’ll invite himself in.

“No.”

Mirio didn’t need much past you weren’t feeling well. “Do you want a hug, or do you want me to help you forget whatever it is?”

“A hug.”

He was big so that meant his hugs were extra comforting. You had to keep yourself from crying too loudly as you held onto him. Trails of incoherent babbling string from your mouth but he could pick up on one. “Do you even love me?”

He frowned at this. “Birdy, first I want you to look at me.”

“Hmm?”

“Do not ever doubt my love for you. If I don’t love you then I’d let you know and do my best to make the break up easy. But I can say without a doubt that I love you.”

This started you crying again. “But how could you love someone like me? related to a criminal. My quirk is…”

“Stop that. Now what did I just say?” Mirio asks.

“That you love me.”

“Good. Let’s go, when was the last time you ate?” He grabs your hand pulling you back into the hall.

Amajiki

Amajiki was always nervous about how you ended up with him. So when you weren’t feeling your best it was a little more obvious to him.

“Y/n.”

You were used to the feeling of needles going into thread to pull it back up again.

“Y/n.”

So why didn’t it feel right?

“For fucks sake. Yagi y/n!”

Confused, you look down seeing that the thread has finished. “Oops.”

Your classmates sigh. “Get out. I don’t know what’s wrong with you today but go figure it out away from all the sharp things.”

You had to admit, your bleeding hand was a compelling argument. “Right.”

Why were you feeling like this? Maybe it was how quickly people turned on your dad, the world loved him and got upset with him when he couldn’t save them. As his child the same thing could happen to you, maybe you wouldn’t feel like this if your big brother wasn’t working to help outside.

Frowning you curl into your bed, hugging the stuffed animals you kept for comfort. “I shouldn’t bother him, he's probably training.”

Holding your phone in your hand you tried to tell yourself it’s a bad idea but the phone rang. Picking it up you answered reluctantly.

“Hey? What’s up?” Forcing your voice to be happy wasn’t working.

“What’s wrong, lovely?”

Pouting you bury your face in your stuffed animals. Your voice was muffled as you spoke.

“I can’t hear-

Lifting your face you finally say. “Do you love me? Would you love me if I couldn’t use my quirk anymore? Would you leave without telling me anything? Wo-

“Lovely.”

“I’m sorry.” You mumble.

“Whatever you’re feeling I feel that all the time. What if you don’t love me, what if your feelings change. But you’re always right there telling me how much you love me.” Amajiki took a moment to breathe. “I love you and if you need anything let me know.”

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