#i can't physically or emotionally process him

[matzofficial]

hongjoong's fancall pics from today are actually bad for my health. quick someone sedate me NOW

[instantpansies]

every time i see an oz mutual mention the tin woodman in passing i'm like HRGK I KNOW THAT GUY and i have to hold myself back from tacking a thousand rambling tags on their post that only tangentially has to do with the tin woodman. literally seeing the words right now i am trying to not say the same things i have already said a million times but like THATS MY GUY HES ME HES MY FAVORITE THING EVER AUGH AUGH AUGH!!!

anyways. the masculine urge to hijack every oz post that says the words 'tin woodman' for my own ulterior motives (convince everyone to make nick chopper their favorite guy ever).

[sugawhaaa]

ATEEZ HEADCANONS

The type of women they like in bed...

Warnings//genre:: SMUT, BDSM, choking, oral (f rec) face sitting (Mingi) fingering (Seonghwa, San, Jongho) vibrator (Yeosang, Jongho) biting (Yunho, Wooyoung)

Pairing:: ot8!Ateez x fem!reader

A/N:: I wrote this all in like 3 hours so pls tell me if I misspelled things and stuff 😭🙏 also...should I do a skz ver 👀

Ateez headcanon masterlist:: ���

Princess, in the sense he can treat you like the only woman in the world.

Hongjoong has a bit of a flip to him in bed; sometimes he'll be gentle, soft and caring, treating you like a fragile artifact, and other nights he's got you tied up, sobbing, and choking. However, he always needs that little princess in his lady to obey him, feel herself emotionally, and acknowledge his forms of love and lust.

Hongjoong has you sitting on the edge of the bed as the two of you physically and mentally prepare for a pleasure-filled night. Hongjoong kneels down below you and gently unclasps the hook on the side of your skirt and tugs down the zipper. He pulls the soft fabric down your legs until it falls below your feet. He smirks softly as he sees your pink panties but he draws his attention to your stockings instead, the pretty white fabric with little bows at the top. Hongjoong hooks his fingers around the top of the sock before pulling it down your shin. He then holds up your foot by your lower ankle before tossing to sock aside. He repeats the same process for the other stocking before abruptly picking you up and laying you on the bed.

Though there were no words spoken something about that process was so romantic to you. Some might say it was tedious and unnecessary but this was Hongjoong's way of showing he cares. He's gentle, soft, and thorough in his work of love.

Romantic, so he can feel the connection of not only your bodies.

Love and lust are very similar and tightly bonded in Seonghwa's body and mind. Sex is emotional, passionate and most of all, romantic. He needs his woman to care for him like he cares for her because sex is his way of showing he loves you enough to embrace his lust. He needs you to trust him and not only be his sex partner but also his lover.

Seonghwa looms over you in the rose petal filled bath as his hands roam over your body through a soft graze. "I thought we were in here to bathe?" You tease with a little smile and Seonghwa chuckles lowly.

"C'mon baby, you know me," He kisses your neck softly, the skin slick from the water. "Will you let me steer tonight in a new direction?" He asks bluntly, his fingers tickling the inside of your thighs. His words leaked lust mixed with a hunger for passion. Before you can properly answer Seonghwa has his wet forehead pressed against yours, his breath heavy against your lips. "I miss you so much darling," He pulls you into a deep kiss, his hands tangled in your damp hair.

Desperate, he needs the feeling of being wanted so hungrily.

He wants his partner to crave him just as much as he desires them, that is the bond that makes his love and lust so strong. Sex is more than a physical experience, it's emotional, psychological and love. However he likes to be able to indulge whenever and feel the same level of intensity through desperacy.

As soon as Yunho comes through the door you have your hands on him, feeling him up and pulling him close. Yunho can't help but smile at your clinginess and he embraces your hunger. "I missed you," You say as if it wasn't obvious already.

"I missed you too babygirl," He brings his wide hand up to your head, petting your hair as you mark his neck. He lets out a low moan as you do so. "Is my princess feeling needy?" He tilts his head with a little smirk and you pull back to nod. "Want me to take care of you? Love you? Pleasure you?" Yunho was just as excited as you, his hands travelling down to your ass and groping it softly. He scoops you up into his arms before carrying you to the bed.

Confident, someone that will intimidate him and make him step out of his comfort zone a little.

Yeosang can be confident in himself for sure but having a lady to overpower his own confidence is a sensation he can't describe in words. Not to say he needs or wants to be humbled but it's more of who's taking the wheel, not necessarily steering.

Yeosang lays against the bed with his lips beautifully parted as he lets out quiet and soft moans between rapid breaths. His cock stands tall as you roll the vibrator up and down his cock. He tosses his head back as you increase the intensity. "Ah, baby," He jerks forward but you quickly hush him. He nods with a whine and lays back down. "I've never felt anything like this," He whimpers and you grin.

"Probably because you've never used a vibrator before," You tease and Yeosang smiles with a little chuckle.

"Yeah maybe-ah!" He jumps as you press the vibrator hard against his balls. He tries to squirm and wiggle away but you hold him close. Within seconds he's gripping the sheets and cumming onto his tummy and your hand. "Fuck," He groans before going limp. As he rests against the bed, his body still shivering, he smiles slightly. "Thank you Y/N," he sighs. "I don't think I could do that without you,"

Needy, a girl who will come crawling to him with need.

San absolutely loves sex, any kind of sex he can get really, but what he really likes is that raw need, raw hunger, raw pleasure. He wants a girl who will always need, not want, but need him. This makes sex more embodied. He likes when his girl is so blinded by lust that she loses all of decency.

San's wide body towers of yours as you lay helplessly against the bed. You are craving him, starving for sex and he is more than willing to give it to you. "Tell me what you're thinking baby, I want to give you everything you want," He kisses your collarbone as his hands glide over you skin, lingering on sensitive bits.

"I-I don't even know. I just need you," You plead as your eyes water with desperation, not quite tears, but definitely glossy. San can't help but smirk as he sees the desperation in your eyes. He brings his fingers down to your core and glides his finger through your folds, stopping at your clit to flick it softly.

"I'll give you everything you need and more," He kisses your neck softly.

Chubby, a girl with lot's of meat on her bones that he can grab.

Mingi loves to grope with his big, wide and strong hands. He knows what his fingers are good for but he likes to use them to knead flesh instead. Not to mention he just finds a bigger body attractive in general. The way the skin ripples with each thrust, tits bouncing with each pound and most of all the sound the skin makes when it hits his.

"Sit down," Mingi encourages you as he lays below your dripping cunt. "All of your weight," He nods determinedly as he holds your ass in his palms, a faint red outline left from his hands.

"Are you sure?" You ask again and he nods vigorously. You sigh as you cave into his doe eyes and begin to rest your core against his face. He moans of your soft, sensitive skin finally makes contact with his lips. He instantly begins to moan and groan as he eats you out, his hands kneading at your thighs. From the sensation of your skin alone Mingi's cock twitches in the air, he may even cum from squeezing your meat.

Clingy, a girl that will get needy for him and his touch.

Wooyoung is whiny and needy, always needing some kind of attention, so a girl that clings to him is exactly what he needs. He needs someone who won't mind his constant presence and need, this includes when he's horny. He needs a girl who won't mind when he rubs himself against you first thing in the morning when he gets morning wood, or won't mind if he wants to jack off while you shower.

As you stir awake you feel some weight and warmth against your thigh. As you peel your eyes open you instantly understand the situation, Wooyoung woke up hard as a rock again and he's using you to get off. You don't even mind at this point, if anything you like it. He's so desperate and needy that he just uses you. "I'm sorry," He whimpers as he leans in closer to your ear. "I had another dream about you," He admits before moaning louder. "I can't help myself," He sounds like he's about to cry, which could be for many reasons. You put a gentle arm around him as he continues to hump your leg.

"It's okay baby, keep going," You encourage and he lets out a whimper before burying his face in your shoulder. A surge of excitement rolls through him now that you're awake and watching him. He suddenly pulls back.

"I wanna fuck you...please,"

Patient, a girl who will take her time to feel all the feelings.

Unlike the others Jongho is patient and needs his partner to be able to follow his pace. He likes to build up the pleasure like building blocks. He starts slow and gradually works his way up to the highest peak possible. Jongho needs his woman to understand that he will get her there, it'll just take time.

"Shh, shh, you've been doing so good," Jongho whispers to you as you whine to cum, begging him to drag you to the high you know he can bring you to, but only he can. "Take deep breaths, relax your muscles," He encourages and though you are upset at him for not letting you cum yet, you do as he says. He then brings out a vibrator and excitement rushes through your body like a strike of lightening. He turns it on and the buzzing sound has you seeing stars. Jongho brings the toy down to your clit and rubs it in little circles.

Instantly, your eyes widen and your legs jerk up. Your jaw feels like it's been wired open as you let out soft moans.

"Fuck~" You moan loudly as tears build in your eyes; you knew your orgasm was close and it got you so excited. "I'm cumming!" You shout out as your back arches off of Jongho's chest. Tears pour down your cheeks and saliva drips from your lips. You felt so high as your body twitches and shakes from pleasure. Jongho doesn't say anything but he is secretly smirking to himself.

[skyahri]

Unplanned |Naruto Men X Reader| HC

Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Shikamaru Nara, and Kakashi Hatake

Summary: Pregnancy scenarios 'cause I can.

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy. Bad words. All fluff.

Masterlist Ko-fi

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Sasuke Uchiha

He isn't the kind of guy to outwardly dote on you.

He's never been good with words or physical touch, more so preferring quality time together. You sleep in the same bed, eat meals together when it's convenient, and lounge around together when time allows.

When you come home from a last minute doctor's appointment with some big news, none of that really changes.

He assures you that he's happy, that he loves you, and this is all wonderful, but that's about all you're going to get out the emotionally constipated man.

However, while words may not be his strong suit, actions certainly are.

It's become painfully obvious that you are never allowed to go anywhere alone ever again.

He's like a shadow, following you everywhere and anywhere you decide to go. It doesn't matter that you're just running to the market- he's coming with. Ino invited the girls over for a dinner party? Cool, he'll walk you there, hang around in the shadows outside, then walk you home.

When questioned, Sasuke only says that he doesn't trust other people. Already knowing how he is, you don't push him any further. (Not that he'd entertain you if you did.)

People notice pretty quickly. He's not subtle and it's not exactly common for the Uchiha to be so openly clingy.

You wanted to keep the pregnancy a secret for a little while longer. You knew that his status would make the whole thing bigger than you'd like and it was still so early, only about eight weeks in. But people were becoming more and more insistent with their questions.

"Seriously, did something happen? He's been watching you like a Hawk for the past month."

"It was cute at first, but now it's straight up creepy."

Sakura and Ino dramatically shiver at the notion. You laugh, imagining how unsettling this all must look from the outside.

"It's fine, I promise. He's just been a little overprotective since he found out I was pregnant."

They don't register it at first. They just nod in understanding and move to sip their tea. You can almost see it click in their heads before they slam down their cups and start freaking out.

"Wait, WHAT?"

Naruto Uzumaki

"Congratulations! Based on the ultrasound, I'd say you're about five weeks along. It's still early, but you can see a tiny sac right here-"

Your mind is going a thousand miles a minute, thinking of everything and nothing as the doctor points out the tiny, centimeter-long blob in the picture.

Naruto had been bugging you for the past three weeks about a smell. He swears it's nothing bad, just that Kurama is insisting that your scent has changed and- blah, blah, blah. You never could get any more information out of him, which just left you to eventually cave and visit the doctor. Animals have instincts for a reason and who were you to ignore them?

Turns out, that damn fox was right.

After a half-hour lecture on what you can and can't do anymore, you were handed a goodie bag of essentials and sent on your way.

You barely remember the walk home. Your mind was completely blank as it tried to process the news. It wasn't until Naruto was standing in front of you in the doorway to your home that you finally snapped out of the trance.

You stared up at him. His eyebrows were knit together and he was asking if everything was alright. He pulled everything out of your hands and not-so-gently set them on the floor.

"I'm pregnant."

His eyes blew wide and not even a second later he was smiling, pulling you into him and spinning you around. It's over just as quickly as it started. He's setting you back down on your feet and looking you over, mumbling a few hollow apologies for manhandling you. He takes a deep breath, that lopsided grin on his face never leaving.

"You're pregnant."

Just those two words have all the fog clearing from your head. Reality is forced onto you in an instant. In any other situation, it might have made you dizzy, but right now you couldn't be happier.

"I'm pregnant."

Shikamaru Nara

He really should've seen this coming.

Honestly, with how careless he is with protection, it's a wonder how you hadn't gotten pregnant sooner. A year and some change of not bothering with condoms and lazy, half-assed pullouts had finally come to bite him in the ass.

Although he knows this is all going to be horrifically bothersome, he can't find it in himself to be all that bothered. No, not when you're standing in front of him so nervously, little tears gathering on your waterline as you hold out a slip of paper for him to take.

He pulls you into a hug- a very tight, very intimate hug. One of his hands is on your lower back, pressing you into him, and the other is in your hair to cup the back of your head. He can feel the stress start to melt from your body as you relax into him, your arms moving to loosely hold him back.

"I'm sorry. I know this wasn't exactly planned..."

It definitely wasn't planned. He didn't like to think about things too hard. The only talk about the future he'd engaged in was a brief confirmation that you were both interested in pursuing each other exclusively and that neither were against marriage and kids.

But even though this was sudden and unprompted and definitely not what he was expecting when you asked to talk with him privately, he just couldn't find it in himself to be anything other than pleased. Sure, he would've liked to wait a few years and it preferably be after he'd properly proposed and married you, but none of that is deterring him.

He loved you. He didn't say it as often as he probably should, but that didn't make it any less true. You were easygoing and passive and fit into his life with no resistance. His friends liked you, possibly more than they did him. You liked to cook and he never had to worry about you causing trouble.

This was fine.

Not troublesome in the least.

"No, this is... good."

Kakashi Hatake

He was positive he was sterile. He'd have to be after all the injuries and trauma he's sustained, right? Four years and not a single scare, yet here you were, apparently three months pregnant, handing him a report from the OB's office.

He couldn't even form a sentence. He just sighed and sat back onto the couch with his eyes closed. It's only eight in the morning, it's too early for this, not that there'd ever be a great time.

"I knew you weren't going to be thrilled, but now I'm starting to get nervous. Can you please say something?"

He held his arm up and gestured for you to come towards him. When he could feel you brush against him, he grabbed your wrist and carefully yanked you onto his lap. You let out a relieved, albeit hesitant, chuckle as he slowly wrapped himself around you, his head finding solace in the crook of your neck.

The two of you stayed like that for a little while until he let out the loudest, most dramatic groan you'd ever heard leave his mouth, followed by a mumbled 'are you sure?', to which you rolled your eyes.

"Yes, I'm sure. Here, you can see for yourself."

You unfold the paper and pulled out a few pictures. He shifts you around so you're at a better angle before he takes them into his hands. It's obvious that he has no idea what he's looking at- just that the blob is already baby-shaped and very, very intimidating.

You point out some of the obvious things, the head and feet and such, before moving down to the very last photo at the bottom.

"And that little spot right there means that we're having a boy."

"I thought they couldn't tell the gender until later."

"It is later, Kashi. Fourteen weeks."

He lets you take the pictures from him so he can set his hand on your stomach. You'd mentioned gaining a little weight recently, which he honestly hadn't noticed, but now he's wondering how he could've missed it as he brushes his fingers over the slightest most obvious bump in your usually flat stomach.

He must've been zoned out for too long, because you're calling his name and setting your hand over his. He hums, a slight acknowledgment that he's heard you, but you know he's not actually listening.

He's too busy thinking about diapers and bottles and late nights and early mornings. How his son is going to be in the same class as his student's kids. How Gai is going to be a hundred times more annoying in the coming years.

But then a single thought completely derails his spiraling. He wonders what your baby will look like. If he'll be a morning person like you or like to take naps like him. If they'll accel in genjutsu or not, because while he certainly does, you most certainly don't.

He's spent time with Kurenai and Mirai. While raising a person definitely seemed difficult, he couldn't deny that Kurenai was happy. Actually, despite Asuma's untimely death, she's the happiest he'd ever seen her.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just... thinking about how annoying it'll be to tell everyone we're expecting."

"Seemed more like panicking to me."

"... shut up."

[kawhh]

indulging myself in the thought of coming home to quinn upset and him reassuring you with kisses everywhere. whispered. "pretty girl"s as he wipes away tears? ugh i need it.

i had a mildly awful day at work tonight so i'm in daydream land rn

He'd be such a complete sweetheart. He doesn't know what's made you upset and he won't push you tonight if it'll make you uncomfortable.

He can't stand to see you upset but he's learned that you need some processing time.

He's worried that you haven't had any food - if it was an awful day, did you have time to have a break? Did you grab anything on the way home? He doesn't really want to leave you while you're upset even if it's to cook.

He'll run you a bath. It gives him an excuse to comfort you with his touch and gives him some time to at least make you a snack.

He'll bring it into you, you don't have to get out to eat. Resting against the side of the tub, ready to be there for you. Emotionally, physically, whatever you need.

Full on swaddles you in a towel, before gently dressing you in his clothes. They're bigger, comfortable and smell like him.

He knows that you like your comfort TV shows, so he'll carry you to the couch. He can spoon you and you can watch.

If you're struggling to deal with your emotions - he'll kiss away every tear on your face. His pretty girl doesn't deserve to cry. Especially on his watch.

As you watch your shows, he'll lull you to sleep, mapping out your exposed skin with his lips. Ensuring that you know how worshipped you are, how much he adores you.

He'll be here for you when you wake up, if you're ready to talk about it.

[inkskinned]

they keep the silverware in the same place. you forget about it a little bit when you move out, but during the holidays, it comes back. the way you smooth over your life for them, a gentle reckoning.

for a while, you tried to find yourself by being wild. throwing your body at the emergency exit. finding comfort in the sharpness of a held breath. you used to write wake up on the inside of your wrist. you couldn't calculate the weight of your own sorrow, only that nobody was looking at the anchor of it. you tried maladaptive coping mechanisms like catnip. got caught half-in half-out of them. felt, weirdly, like you should be embarrassed of all of it.

but it does get better. mostly it's just that you become a priority to yourself. it turns out that lending yourself the ragged edge is just cutting open more marrow. for a while, it felt good to see a physical representation of inward agony. but who was that punishing? you learned, slowly (so slowly it was almost invisible sometimes) that you could put love into the wound instead. that the floor was comfortable because it was certain - but it was cold, and unwanting. instead there is a warm bed. you learn to treat yourself like a kid again. gentle-parent yourself into the shower and over breakfast and into laughing without effort. you do wake up.

but then you come home again, and it is like everything is a strange kaleidoscope of childhood moments. here is how you inherited your mother's anxiety. there is the same music playing, and you can't sit down without worrying you forgot to do something. your mother's clipped words and hovering hands - are you sure? are you sure? birdlike, you find yourself seeing unwell and still end up repeating.

here is your father's anger. you are 16 again. there was a moment where you remember thinking - holy shit. i am so much more emotionally mature than you. how you have to talk him down from minor inconveniences, how you parent him like an errant and spoiled toddler who can't be told no, and i mean it. you feel the warp of you. why you can't be in the same room as people having a completely normal conflict. why your skin crawls if there's ever a hint of a fight. why you live with your hands up, placating. and god forbid you get angry. you feel that little spoiled kid rage against the iron will of you. not you, not your hands. you would rather cut your own tongue out of your head, no matter how valid her argument is.

and you're so fucking far from where you were as a kid. you've done so much healing. and there's this little sad part of you that can see the shadow of your past, and your hands wrapped into each other so tightly you made your knuckles white. and how much your parents are just people, and haven't changed much, and still keep the spoons in the drawer to the right.

there is a long dark tunnel here, and it has a name, but you haven't learned how to process that kind of speech yet. close the cabinet. make a note to go get more oat milk. close your eyes.

this place was never home, was it.

[readychilledwine]

Okay, I have a request for you that is no pressure, but Reader enjoys praise loves when she is being acknowledged for doing good and being good but doesn't know how to accept but their lover(and I have no idea would best fit this. My heart says Cassian, but realistically, it's probably Az or Eris) talks them through it shows them they don't need to be flustered.

Please ignore if this makes no sense

Self Worth

Summary - Cassian can't stand seeing you so low

Warnings - insecure reader, praise, mentions of mental health slipping

A/N - just a little baby fic of how Cassian would handle his mate needing her self-esteem and self worth built up 💕

✨️Cassian Masterlist✨️General Masterlist✨️

"Look me in my eyes and tell me the female I love isn't good enough again," Cassian was being as gentle as he could. You were shying away from him, eager for his praise, but instantly falling into that shell the second he gave it. "Look me in my eyes and tell me why the female I love cannot look at me after I tell her how beautiful she is today."

"I-" The words died on your tongue. No excuse you could find would appease him. No excuse would make him forgive you for whispering to him that you weren't enough. Weren't brave enough, pretty enough, strong enough. You saw the way he admired Nesta and Feyre. The way he admired Mor.

You didn't see the way he looked at you, though. He looked at you as if you had made the very world, as if you had forged him to be exactly how you needed him to be. You pushed him yo be that male, pushed him to be better. To be good. You made Cassian see the beauty in the world, the beauty in others. Perhaps that is why it hurt him that you could not see the beauty in you.

"I just never feel like I'm doing enough. Like there's no way you want me, want my body, want me to be-"

"Stop," he interrupted you immediately. He hid the break in his voice so well, hid how just a few words instantly shattered his heart. "You're struggling again, aren't you angel?" His eyes studied you hard as you nodded silently. "Y/n, you've been working so hard for Rhys, being the perfect emissary. You single handedly started the process of him and Tamlin creating a trade route, of him and Dawn beginning a joint training program between the Peregryn and Illyrians. Angel, you are doing so well and working so hard."

Your chest started to feel heavy, breathing becoming rapid, and Cassian instantly put his hands on your upper arms. He began to exaggerate his breathing, forcing you to follow it and calm down. "You are beautiful, you are special, you are kind. You are my mate, Y/n. You will never have to worry about competition or me not loving a single inch of you. I am proud to be yours. Proud you wanted me."

You looked up at Cassian, eyes lined in tears, "Really? You don't wish I was a.. a fighter?"

He laughed softly, "If you could fight, why would you need me? My job is to protect you. Physically, emotionally, and mentally. Even if that means protecting you from yourself." He leaned in and kissed your forehead. "You are beautiful. Say it for me."

"I-" You paused, taking a deep breath. "I am beautiful."

Cassian's smile grew, "Good job, angel. Tell me five things you love about you."

You bit your lip thinking, "My eyes," he groaned in pleasure at that answer. "My humor," he whispered yes softly. "My butt-"

"Fuck yes your ass," Cassian turned you quickly to smack it before turning you around. "Continue."

You giggled at him, "My kindness," he shut his eyes smiling. "And... I think.."

"No. Not think. You know you love this last thing. Tell me again," he demanded.

You nodded more confidently, "I love my smile." Cassian held your face in his hands again. "Because when I smile, you smile, then I smile more."

"Seeing you glowing and happy makes me happy," he said. "Every day we do 5 things you love about you, then I'm going to spend the day praising them until that self Worth gets back up again, okay angel?"

"Okay, Cassie."

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[onyxmango]

Unfashionably late

A seunghyun x reader fic

Warnings: pregnancy, mentions and descriptions of throwing up/puking, reader becomes a mom, seunghyun becomes a dad, sprinkle of angst, reader blames themselves for a second in here, tooth rotting fluff and comfort, husband seunghyun.

It's 1 pm when you're home. Your husband is practicing for a performance, and you lounging out around the house with some of your mutual friends. The first one being Daesung who's on the couch scrolling on his phone doing who knows what, and Ji-yong who's just playing with his rings at the moment.

"You guys wanna watch a movie?" You suggest. For a few days the boys had been talking about wanting to see a new action movie that recently came out, and it sounded like a good way to brighten the mood and pass time.

So here you are, sitting on the far left of your plush cream colored couch watching a sci-fi action film. At this point you are halfway through it, and the boys are speaking up with their commentary, and you are just listening not really minding. But you feel weird. You can't help but shake the feeling that something isn't right. Which caused you to start zoning out and thinking to yourself, not hearing Ji-yong call out your name. So, he said it again a little louder to finally catch your attention.

"hm?" You replied, slowly coming out of your anxious trance.

"We've been calling you, are you okay?" Ji-yong asked while Daesung was looking at you with a worried expression. Whenever you had days like this, you were always attentive, or interested in what was happening around you, and the boys have been watching that slip for the past five minutes.

"I'm okay, I just feel weird." You replied trying to de-escalate. To you, it wasn't a big deal. It was probably nothing right? Not to them. They were worried about you. You seemed so out of it, and they have never seen you like that.

"What do you mean you feel weird, just like emotionally, or something physically?" Dae asked.

"Just physically. I don't know why though, but it doesn't seem to be going away." You replied. As soon as you look up from saying that, all you see is Daesung and Ji-yong staring at you.

"Well have you eaten to-" you couldn't even hear Ji-yong finish his sentence before you were jumping off the couch to rush to the bathroom. You felt so sick, and started to throw up. Everything that came out of you hitting inside the bowl, and the two boys outside the bathroom to make sure you're okay.

"hey hey hey, are you okay?" You hear Daesung ask from outside the half closed bathroom door, all you can do is let out a strangled no before your puking up more stomach acid along with the food from breakfast. It's all coming up out of your throat leaving a bitter acidic taste that you don't like. The taste is horrible, and you can't stand it.

"I- I need water" you manage to say. After those words leave your mouth all you can hear before your head is by the toilet bowl again is Ji-yong practically running to the kitchen, and Daesung telling him to hurry.

In that moment you are so thankful for these boys, but you're also trying to get everything out of you. You don't like puking up, because who does? But you know your body clearly wants it out, so you rest there, waiting for water, and staying there just in case you suddenly have more vomit coming up your throat that needs to be released. As you press your hand against the floor to stop the dizzy spinning of your head all you turn around to see is Ji-yong crouching down beside you to gently hand you a glass of water. You take it, thankful he got it so quickly, and bring your lips to the rim of the glass.

"Don't drink it too fast or take too big of sips, it'll make it worse" you heard him say to you as you took a small sip, making sure to not get too much but enough to quench the thirst that built in you as you threw up what your system processed from earlier in the day

"Thank you ji, I appreciate it.." you say quietly due to the raspiness of your throat still being dry even after the water you just consumed. But you see the small smile peak through the worried exterior, as he softly pats your back.

After about 10 minutes of sitting in the bathroom without puking anything up again, you start to stand up, and almost trip on a rug due to the dizziness in your head alone, and start apologizing over everything.

"Guys I'm so sorry I don't know what that was, I felt so terrible and so dizzy out of nowhere..." You start slightly tearing up thinking about how you guys were having fun watching the movie together and you ruined it for everyone. But they weren't having that. Ji-Yong shook his head not accepting the apology, and Daesung was looking at you like you killed his whole bloodline.

"What are you apologizing for!? It's not your fault you got sick out of nowhere, therefore no apology needed! We are here for you, and to hang out with you!" Daesung said, using exaggerated hand motions because he was so passionate about the fact you shouldn't apologize. The hand motions came naturally as he spoke, something that normally only happened behind closed doors due to it being seen as unprofessional on camera. But in his eyes, how dare you!!! How dare you apologize for something that wasn't your fault. Like you were some peasant at his feet. He'll be damned!! You need to take care of yourself before you worry about anyone else especially since THEY are in your house!!! He is 119% advocating for you to rest on the couch the rest of their stay. And Ji-yong agrees.

"You should take it easy, and do you have any idea why that might have happened?" You hear Ji-yong ask from the side of you. And then you start to think about it, you have been feeling a bit more emotional lately, dizzy, slightly more hungry for sweet and salty things, needing more blankets and body heat throughout the day, and that's when it hits you. You haven't had your period for a bit over a month.

The realization flashing in your eyes wasn't recognized for what it was, but Ji-Yong and Daesung did give you a puzzled expression wondering what it was that you pieced together.

"I-i'm late..." You stammered out. The thought bringing you to tears. At first, Ji-Yong and Daesung are confused, seeing the tears form in your eyes and about your statement about being late. You didn't have anywhere to go today. That's what you had said earlier as you led them into the house to relax and lounge! And then it was brought together. Ji-Yong being the first to realize.

"Wait, like, late as in?" He asked lowly, and with a look of 'you know?' and all you did was nod. Ji-Yong slightly gasped, his mouth slightly open still, not knowing what to think right now, and his brain processing. Daesung still catching up or trying at least is still confused. Then the light bulb in his head turns on. He slowly looks at you, then your stomach, then you again. Almost asking for confirmation without saying anything. So when you nod, all he can do is cover his mouth with his hands.

15 minutes later and you're at the store inside standing beside Ji-Yong and Daesung wearing face masks to hide their face while you pick out a pregnancy test. You grab a small box off the shelf and start heading towards the check-out counter, the two following behind you. You ring up the test at a self checkout, not wanting the look from a cashier at the moment, and then walk out and back to the car with Ji and Dae.

A few minutes later and you're in the car driving down the road at a decent speed trying to get home. Ji-yong driving, Dae-sung in the passenger seat with you in the backseat. Your minding your own business looking out the window at the scenery when you hear A ringtone from inside the car. Your husband was calling Ji-yong right now. Ji-yong obviously answers and is met with a confused Seunghyun.

"Hey, where is everyone? I just got home." He asked

"Um, we had to run to the store and grab something real quick but we are on the way right now." Ji-yong replied trying to keep a flat tone, not wanting to give anything away.

"Oh, what did y'all need? I'm sure I could have picked it up on my way here" your husband asked, curiosity lacing his tone heavily.

"A Pregnancy test" Daesung blurted out.

"Daesung!" You cried out.

"What!? I'm sorry I couldn't keep it in!" Daesung argued. You and him going back and forth for a moment before hearing your husband's deep voice rumble through the car speakers.

"I might be a dad?" He almost whispered, but due to him being close to his phone you all heard.

"Yea..." You replied.

Then you arrived back at your house, pulling into the driveway. Once you get out of the car, and walk inside all you see is Seunghyun sitting on the couch tearing up. He could be a father? He's so happy right now, but also so scared.

"Jagiya, come here" he said trying to not let the tears spill from his eyes, and holding his arms open for you. You approach him, getting close to his chest, and letting yourself feel the way his arms slowly close around you and hold you tight. Slightly rocking you back and forth.

"No matter what, I'll love you, and we will get through it okay?" He says as he softly kisses the top of your head and releases you. You then grab the pregnancy test off the counter and head for the bathroom saying you'll be back with it soon. As you head to the bathroom all you can hear is there voicing fading out as their conversation began.

"I'm so scared right now." He started to say, his hand going up to his face to wipe away tears threatening to fall.

"Hey man, it's okay, everything will be okay." Ji-yong said slowly walking towards seunghyun to wrap his arm around him while seunghyun slowly started to cry in his own hand. He was a mess. The thought of possibly being a father making him so happy, but the possibility he wasn't and was getting excited for nothing making him feel incredibly sad at the same time. He didn't know what to do, all it seemed he could do was wait for you to come back with the results. And that's what two of his best friends silently agreed with as well as they wrapped their arms around him, comforting him in your absence.

Now your in the bathroom, you've done what you needed to, and in thirty seconds you'll find out if your going to be a mother or not. 29 while you start thinking about raising a baby boy or girl with your sweet and caring husband. 28 while you start thinking of all the fun things you could do with your child around the town you live in. 27 while you think of them seeing their father perform on stage for the first time. 26 while your mind starts to think of names of both genders for the child. 25 while you start thinking of a building a nursery with your husband throughout the pregnancy. All the thoughts flashing through your mind as the seconds slowly tick down until the result is finally on the test. The thing that makes you look up first being a singular tear falling down you cheek as you thought about all the good things that could happen with you and your husband throughout the pregnancy and once your baby was here, and now it's causing you to look down to see the result.

Two lines. Your pregnant.

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As you process the result you grab the test and run out to hug your husband, all the tears you've been silently holding back flooding your vision as you reach him, feeling his warm arms welcome you back to him making it worse. Your violent sobbing starting to scare him a bit until you hold up the positive pregnancy test with a broken smile on your face as you look up at his shocked expression, watching it slowly turn into one of joy.

"I'm gonna be a dad..." He whispered, then as you nodded he completely announced it loudly, and you both started crying, the two other boys in the room also starting to slightly tear up. They were gonna be uncles soon, how could they not be happy?

5 years later...

It's quiet in the house when you come in, too quiet for your liking. Ever since you had your baby handed to you and your husband seunghyun after her birth, she's been inseparable from your husband. Causing chaos everywhere it was allowed, even places it wasn't sometimes, but she was a well-behaved child. So how did you end up in a quiet house at 3 pm in. The afternoon with a toddler, and a quietly chaotic husband, and not know what they were up to?

You had no idea. But as you set your stuff down on the counter all you saw was a sprinkle of flour on the floor below you. Oh no. You start walking to the kitchen slowly giving them a chance to hear your footsteps to cease whatever they were doing, but nothing. As you got closer, you could hear the slightly louder giggles of your daughter bounce off the walls and spread out to your ears.

As you got closer, you slowly began to see your husband holding up your daughter by a metal bowl with a whisk in hand, and your daughter sitting on the counter helping with the whisk as she sat. Neither of them having noticed you yet, you witnessed them over stir the mixture of whatever they were making at the moment, and flour flying into the air. Painting your daughters fave and clothes white, along with Seunghyun's.

"What are my two pretty babies doing in here?" You coo, announcing yourself in the room.

"Eomma!! We're making you a cake!!!" Your daughter spoke up, flour still apparent on her face as she smiled brightly at you, her small hands in the air to welcome you back home, as your husband shyly smiled at you as you made eye-contact.

"How thoughtful and sweet! How did you know it was my birthday sweet girl?" You asked her with a similar smile. Seunghyun's own widening as he saw it again. Your smile. The one your daughter had an exact replica of. It was so sweet and adorable to him to see your kid have the exact same smile as you. Your daughter had his eyes, but man did she have your smile. It drove him insane with how cute it was on his sweet daughter, and it drove him crazy when it was playful on you. Now he gets double-teamed? He might not survive.

"Appa told me!!! And I said we should make you a cake!" Your daughter replied to you, her hands making grabby motions for you to come to her. So you walked around the counter to her and your husband, seeing the cake mixture almost made other than the flour not being mixed in with the wet ingredients completely yet.

"hm, it doesn't look completely done yet, wanna help eomma whisk baby girl?" You asked your daughter, looking over to see her nod her head and her hand slowly making it's way over to sit on-top of yours as you started to slowly whisk, so her hand could keep up. And you just continued and your daughter started to giggle again. And all Seunghyun could think about was how lucky he was to have both of his girls. What would he do without you two? You both were his world, and he wouldn't give you two up for anything. He loved being a father, especially to your daughter, his daughter. It was the best feeling in the world to have you as a wife, and her as a daughter.

TAGLIST: @thanosscross @petersasteria

[destinygoldenstar]

Okay so I find this interaction scary and I don't see anyone talking about it...

"Motivation! That's what my adventures have been missing!"

THAT LAST PART.

So we know from the previous episode that Caine is paranoid about people not liking his adventures, to the point of him mentally breaking bit by bit the more he gets a reaction he wasn't hoping for.

He's a lenient guy. Well, lenient A.I., anyway.

THAT'S THE PART THAT SCARES ME.

Because Gangle put this idea in his head.

They can just NOT participate in the adventures. We see that with Zooble. Caine is upset about it but what is he gonna do?

But PUNISHING THEM if they DON'T do what he wants. THAT'S MOTIVATION. That will make them love his adventures. They won't have a choice.

Yes it's immoral, but Caine's an A.I. He can't process something as complicated as morality.

So of course he'd think that's a good idea once the idea presents itself.

SO MY THEORY IS: HE IS GONNA BE PUNISHING THE CIRCUS MEMBERS FOR NOT PARTAKING IN HIS ADVENTURES, OR SAYING SOMETHING NEGATIVE ABOUT THEM, GOING FORWARD.

And it will get ugly.

And I feel like some audience members are gonna HATE Gangle because she's the one that gave him the idea.

Zooble also points this out in their conversation with Jax.

Caine LIKES them. He WANTS them to have fun.

But they don't like him. And they don't like what he gives them.

Because he doesn't know any other way, this can easily manifest a desire for more CONTROL. To keep himself sane. (Which, Caine abstracting would probably destroy the world)

And that control comes from punishments.

But that's not gonna make anyone like him, in fact, it's gonna make everyone dislike him a lot more because they're being hurt, physically and/or emotionally. And none of them put in the effort (for now anyway) to try to understand Caine.

(You could argue Zooble tried in Episode 3, but that was more so them calling him out on his lack of understanding of them. So it's kind of mixed.)

The show is inspired by 'I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream'.

Caine is not AM in personality though.

BUT WHAT IF HE BECOMES SIMULAR TO AM LATER?

He tries control, and it makes it so that the Circus members don't like him and want to leave him behind more than ever. Something that could break Caine.

And it might even lead to one of them exclaiming they HATE CAINE.

That would obviously hurt Caine to such a degree. And when he realizes they will never appreciate him and will always hate him... then he hates them too.

(If that results in Caine reinventing the AM Hate Monologue in this context I'd be amazed)

And Zooble's warning here becomes correct as we spend the last two episodes enduring exactly what a world where Caine hates humanity looks like.

That leads to either the circus becoming a literal hellscape as Caine's insanity destroys it's bright colors, or whatever else you want to imagine.

Could someone potentially get through to Caine and save him at the end? Maybe. That is a possible ending. "Defeat the Antagonist With Kindness".

But that's my theory anyway. Either way, this bit kinda scares me.

Maybe don't hate Gangle though.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

I would like to request more slasher x reader whos on the period and is just emotionally exhausted and does a fall hug on them and sighs 😞

I actually looked up period aesthetic on Pinterest 🤦‍���️ (didn't work, I had to instead looked up blood stain aesthetic)

Ps: why the fuck did I think it was a good idea to put blood stains pictures here, and also this might be the last post for this week and the next week, since my exams are only one week away I really need to start focusing on my studies. I love you all, byee :)

Slashers in this are: Michael myers, sinclair brothers, Jason, and lastly, Billy and stu

Warnings:

Relationship: romantic!!

Slashers with exhausted reader on her cycle!

Michael

Michael sat rested on the couch of your living room. Letting himself sink into the soft cushion. This day was particularly satisfactory by far... Except for one thing.

You were ignoring him. You've stayed in your room with food and a bunch of other stuff saying you were on your period, you've explained to him before and stuff. But that didn't give you the right to ignore him. What did he even do anyway?

Deciding thinking about why his s/o's mad at him on their period isn't his thing, he shuts his eyes and prepares to pass out.

The silence and the comfy atmosphere. Not too hot not too cold, slightly slouching to his side now that the drowsiness is getting to him. Until he hears the door open ,your door open. he quickly sits straight waiting for your figure to come into the living room.

Are you mad at him right now? Are you going to yell at him? Did he forget to do something?

He sees you enter the room and make eye contact with him for a few seconds, waiting for you to do Or say something. He becomes a bit alert when you start walking towards him, you don't seem to have a bit of aggression in your manner and you just seem... Tired.

flop!

Next thing he knows you're on top of him with your hands around his body. Sighing loudly you don't do anything and he starts hearing you softly snore.

Maybe just these few times you can physically get this close to him. He takes a few breaths before his eyelids start feeling heavy again and he starts to feel less and less energetic.

Subconsciously he puts his hand on your back as the two of you slumber into a deep sleep together.

Sinclair brothers

Bo's not really the best in verbal comfort but he sure is one hell of a good physical one. He sat on the couch reading a newspaper after a long day of being mean. Having a cup of coffee on the small table next to the couch you kinda wanted to laugh. Your overly aggressive boyfriend sitting so quietly and almost innocently on the couch on a Thursday morning is really a contradiction to his usual behaviour. But the inner exhaustion is making you dramatic. Walking over to him he notices you. "What?" He questioned, not a single sound of roughness in them. Hmm, maybe he really was in a good mood today. Taking this as your sign you grab his newspaper and then fall on him dramatically, not forgetting to hug him as you do so. Sighing as you feel the warmth of his body seeping into yours. "What do you think you're doing?" He asks a bit annoyed and a bit more confused. You place the paper on the arm rest on the couch and just continue to rest on him. Bo stays quiet for moments before he wraps his arms around your waist. "Well you could've just told me if you wanted a hug." He chuckles a bit. Let's just hope this isn't cut short.

Vincent Although can't really talk or comfort you verbally, is willing to do anything for you. Acts of service, physical touch, gift giving... Anything. Especially since you're on this painful and tiring process called "a period" He's on his bed reading a book he got from a traveller. Flipping through the pages he hears steps coming towards his room. He memorised your footsteps by now and closed his book but kept his fingers in between where he was reading. He saw you in his sight and tilted his head as to say "is there something you need?". You smiled a bit and went towards him and your body went softly crashing into his. Tightly hugging around his neck and you sigh because honestly hugging him was the most comforting thing ever. Vincent's a bit startled but rubs your back as he realises you're just tired. He kisses the top of your head through his wax mask and he starts blushing and grins when you turn to him and his cheek. He couldn't help but fall for this side of you every single time.

Lester was the best at any kind of affection. So anytime you felt the bit of sadness you immediately went to him. Today or during the cycle was no exception, trotting over to find your lovely dearest boyfriend you needed someone to lay all your love on right now. You finally saw him, Lester who was dropping by for a few days to accompany his brothers was on a couch with Vincent, it seemed they were silently discussing something. Probably they broke the wooden floor and were planning on how to tell Bo without angering him. (Impossible) besides all that, you just wanted to feel your lover's warmth around yours. Lester who noticed you after Vincent did, immediately lights up with a goofy smile. "Hey baby! How are you doing?" You instantly knew he was referring to your cycle, you gave a small smile on your tired face. You walked over to him with your arms extended and fell on him. "Woah!" He relaxes after a few seconds. He strokes your hair as you lay quietly on him. (Vincent third wheeled his way out of the room.)

Jason

It were a particularly quiet and peaceful few days camp crystal Lake. Which was a very good thing which meant a longer spending time with your undead boyfriend.

Especially since being on the flow meant more emotional draining. And although your boyfriend wasn't the warmest in body heat, he definitely was the warmest in showing you his love.

He was on a bed just resting because he didn't really have anything else to do. He didn't wanna bother you since you said you were on your period and didn't wanna risk you getting mad at him. (He would be extremely sulky.)

In his train of thoughts he hears footsteps creaking and immediately gets up, did a trespasser come into the cabins without him knowing? He grabs his machete that was on the ground and prepares for any sort of unfamiliar faces, he sees your face and sighs. He drops his machete as he realises he almost hit you with it.

You see him and stare at him for a few moments. He tilts his head and you start walking over to him and jump on him with your arms around his body.

He presses his mask against your head as you sigh. He couldn't express how much he loves you if he were honest. He strokes your head as he thinks so.

Billy n stu

You knew who to go to when you needed some physical affection. Having two people around you was more than enough.

You couldn't bother telling them about the problems and pains of your period since they're both lowkey air heads.. Just one of them is a bit smarter but definitely more sassy with a shit more attitude.

You slowly made your steps over to where you heard bickering, you saw the two of your boyfriends who you could see were talking about a horror movie most likely. You lazily walk to them, damn. They still don't notice you yet.

You decide to just fuck it and throw your body to where they were and Billy made a surprise grunting noise as Stu just yelped.

"Jesus! You fucking scared the shit out of us Y/n!" Billy exclaimed. Stu made a small "yeah!"

You just sighed tiredly. You wrapped your arms around both of them. "Well, we were just about to watch a movie. Wanna join us?" You just nodded as you felt them adjust themselves around your grip.

You relaxed after you felt Stu hug you tightly as Billy started going through the tapes with his legs around yours.

You were starting to relax until they started bickering again. Damn they couldn't shut up could they?

[the-faceless-bride]

can i have yandere clawd and deuce poly 😪 iltsm( i love yr writing ur one of my fav writers btw 💞)

Omg. I love both of them so much. 🥩🐍 Bluckle the FUCK up, it's a long one. I love them so much. I gave each their own section as to how this started, then the poly together. If you want more of them... Please... Please ask me. P.s. sorry about all the monster puns, I couldn't help myself

🌕New Ghoul in School🐍

Warnings: OOC Clawd, OOC Duce, OOC Cleo?, OOC Draculaura? Clawd being a kicked puppy, yandere content, controlling behavior, turning to stone, non-con hugging, cuddling and Kisses, forced closeness, UNHEALTHY BEHAVIOR!, accusations of cheating, emotional cheating?

Characters : Clawd × Reader × Duce

Proof read : nope

Requested?: yes

You had just transferred from your normie school, Turns out people are so accepting of finding out you're a monster. So you transferred to Monster High, and being a new ghoul didn't seem so hard until you tripped an orange werecats tail and she picked a fight with you...

"and just Who, do you think you are? I don't know how you are your Normie friends play, but you don't want to mess with me Ghoul. I'll make you sorry-"

"why don't you go and pick on someone your own size Torilie?"

"yeah, Dude. Not cool."

🐾🐍 • and that's how it started. Just two Mansters defending the New Ghoul. They knew Torilie was one to pick fights and figured they would help you stay out of trouble for the time being. And the three of you became three peas in a pod. And while you all thought it was great, their Ghoulfriends... Had other ideas.

🐍🕶️ • Cleo started having problems as soon as you had arrived. Your first day she already knew who you were, what you were, where you came from, and if you were cool enough to be popular and associate with the Ghouls she does. And she deemed you not worthy. And that was putting a strain on your friendship.

🐍🕶️ • Duce was grown increasingly tired and frustrated. He loved Cleo, he did. But she could be... Emotionally, physically, and mentally exhausting. When they go out he has to change his personality to not embarrass her, she dictates who can can hang out with and when, and he has to constantly hear from her that he should be doing as she asks and says and do it happily as she goes against what her family wants to be with him. He doesn't want to do that anymore. He wants to be able to Shoot Hoops with Clawd, sit with Jackson at lunch, and talk about the Hissstory test. Listen to whatever playlist Holt made or play dodgeball with Slow Mo. Without Cleo saying when he can and can't.

But he just can't leave her. He's become so dependent on her. Hell, the last time She went to Scarise without him, he nearly went crazy as he didn't know what to do. He couldn't leave Cleo. Even if he wanted to... Unless. Maybe he didn't need to be dependent on her. Maybe. He could be dependent on you.

🐍🕶️ • Duce began to test the waters, which was the start of his obsession. For example at lunch when Cleo tells him to get the green eyed Salad and a water, he'll then turn around and ask you... Sometimes when you feel the burn of Cleo's raging stare you won't respond or say the same as Cleo, but on the days you don't pay attention or to stressed to care you recommend the meat plant sandwich and the yummy razzberry soda pop you've been drinking the past few days. And he'll pick your recommendation. And it Infuriates Cleo. He likes that with you, he has a choice, where Cleo demands and tells. You offer and recommend.

🐍🕶️ • this intimately ends in an explosive argument that Spectra has a field day covering. And Duce does something, not him. Her. Or anyone else in the school say coming. "I'm breaking up with you Cleo." a long still silence fills the halls as everyone takes a moment to process what he just said. Before Cleo screams and storms away, and Duce... Doesn't feel as heartbroken as he thought he should.

🐍🕶️ • Duce starts spending most if not all his free time with you and Clawd, well. Mostly you as Clawd gets called from Draculaura a lot. And while he's sad he can't spend more time with Clawd he's happy to spend time with you. You help groom his snakes, you help him pick which sunglasses he should wear each day, (even though they are all just different shades of red) as well as his many band sweaters. Rumors spread like wildfire, especially with Spectra's gossip site.

"Duce trades princess for new Ghoul?! Stay tuned for the possible new hot relationship??"

🐾🌕 • when Clawd first met you he thought you were great! He got a new friend to hang out with! Sure Manny, Heath, Gill, and Duce we're cool but Clawd has a thing for fashion and self-care, that's not something he really talks about with them BUT that's OK! cuz now he can talk about it with you! He ended up spending a bit of free time with you, anytime Draculaura was out and shopping or just Fanging out with her Ghoulfriends or catching up with her Cousin, he would spend his afternoon with you. Getting his hair straightened and trimmed, getting manicures so his nails don't get too sharp and ridged. And eventually, when he's comfortable with you, he'll start playing games. Like fetch or chase. The only issue is that when Duce started to come around more and Cleo trying to keep him on a leash, slowly Draculaura started calling him and needed him more and more. He didn't think much of it, until Duce's big breakup with Cleo. A week later Draculaura wouldn't leave him alone for a second, and anytime you started approaching she took his hand and pulled him in another direction.

🐾🌕 • it started becoming draining, he loves spending time with his Ghoulfriend. He truly did. But not when every two seconds she was hinting and implying all the time he spent with you was him creeping around behind her back. Nothing he did or said made her change her mind, now everything he did seemed to set her off. She was so paranoid, that he went out of his way to make her a gift to show that he loved her, but he accidentally made it worse, he had to try and hold back tears and puppy cries as she said, "Bad Clawd!" over and over while tugging his ear. He doesn't understand what he did wrong, he just made a new friend. You nor him did anything. So why was she being like this?

Any attempts to talk about it were shut down, as she tried keeping him away from you. And he just couldn't take it anymore, he liked being clingy but he was clingy because he genuinely wanted to be around his partner not just sticking to them like glue-watching like a hawk to 'catch them in the act'. He would go as far as to say this was worse than the time he was dumped for Valentine the love manipulator.

🐾🌕 • Clawd began to confide in you, Draculaura wouldn't listen to him so he was happy you did. He spent hours just sitting under a tree at the back of the school with you, drawing doodles in the dirt, ears tucked back to his head as he vented about his feelings and how the recent arguments had affected him, you tried to help every time. But eventually, word got to Draculaura about your little meetings, and stormed over one day with her ghoulfriends in toe.

Both you and Clawd had to endure the burning glare of the Ghouls, Draculaura ranting and raving and ultimately giving him an ultimatum. You or her. And Clawd's ears pinned flat to his head, he didn't want to lose his Ghoulfriend but he didn't want to lose you either. But before he could answer Draculaura said something that gave him the push to his ultimate answer. "ugh, I should've known! A guy hangs out with other guys like him! And Duce is a lying, dirty, cheater and so are you! And this new Ghoul sure has some nerve to go around sneaking with other Mansters knowing they are dating someone! If that's the kind of Manster you are Clawd then maybe... Eh *hick* MaYbe we shouldn't Be togEther!" a moment passes where Clawd looks down into Draculaura's wet violet eyes, sighs, then answers. "maybe we shouldn't." the ghoul's Gasp and Draculaura sobs, "FINE! WE ARE OVER!"

🐾🌕 • Clawd thought relieved he wouldn't be interrogated every day and being told he's bad, he's still heartbroken that the Ghoul he thought he'd spend his life with was gone. He clung to you and Duce for security and long talks to make him feel better and eventually, he did. Clawd was back to his peppy, wide-eyed, excitable self again. In fact, he's the happiest he's been. His mood wasn't Even shaken when he found out Draculaura had begun dating his sister, he just didn't care. He was happy.

🐾🌕 • It wasn't until a late-night Chat; that you and Clawd had stayed over at Duce's house after seeing a new skinwalker Scareitage Boovie that Clawd discovered that not only He had feelings for you but so did Duce... And well, he had always liked Duce maybe even more than just a bro, but this changed everything. And they agreed. A scarily wonderful idea...

"Vampy puts doggy out for good? Or does Doggy like the Dog house with his chew toy?"

🐍🐾 • now Duce and Clawd are softer yandere's than the normal. But that doesn't mean they won't use force if they need to. Duce is a Dependant, laid-back, stalker-type yandere. He's ok with letting you have wiggle room as long as he knows where you are at all times and can get to you in a short period. Whereas Clawd is a Clingy, overprotective, worshiper-type Yandere. Clawd wants to be near you all the time if you let him, but he's ok with letting you go for a while as long as he has Duce he always knows where you are because Duce knows, if at any point Duce doesn't know for some reason or he's not around Duce to find out, he'll use his nose to track you down.

🐍🐾 • You probably wouldn't know they are yandere's unless you start trying to spend more time with others that aren't them. The more you try and hang out with Operetta and Cupid they start to get a little more aggressive and demanding of your time and attention. Which can trigger some alarm bells that something isn't right. The best thing would be to try and talk and compromise they are willing to do that as long as you promise to let them keep tabs "for safety reasons," and you spend time with them immediately after.

🐍🐾 • after a month or two they start to be more openly affectionate and act like a Throuple, it went over your head at first with Duce's laid-back attitude and Clawd's over-excitable personality being normal, but the more Clawd wanted to play fetch and hug you, and Duce constantly being around you despite having the freedom to hang out with his other dudes you start to get the idea they might be romantically interested.

🐍🐾 • You opened to the idea, and the relationship seemed to be working well... Until they started to become, overwhelming. Clawd always over your shoulder, Duce always seeming to know where you are... Even when you didn't tell him where you were. And things took a turn when you tried to tell them you needed space. "You're... Breaking up... With us?" you sputtered, you definitely didn't answer and deny fast enough as you felt your body start to stiffen and cold. Duce had turned you to stone. Clawd whimpered while holding your cold stiff stone body, "im sorry sweetheart. But we can't have you running from us. Just be good ok? Please?" after that you'd been chained to them by that point. Nobody would've believed you if you told them the school's Cool guy and oversized puppy were forcing you into a relationship...

🐍🐾 • they aren't too harsh on punishments. For the most part. Once you tried to run away once, you waited for a moment to be alone before printing off trying to get somewhere, anywhere but there. But you forgot who you were dealing with and Clawd chased you down. Clawd's punishments involve many forced hugs, kisses, and closeness. If he shows how much he loves you at some point you'll see it's true and love him too! Right?

Duce will turn you to stone anytime he gets an idea you're about to run off. He makes Clawd drag you to his house. Which takes a lot of manipulation and convincing. Clawd doesn't want to lock you away to be alone. He wants you to be around them! But Duce scares him into going along with it. Even sometimes provokes him to anger to be more willing to lock you in a dirty old basement.

🐍🐾 • overall. As long as you stay and promise to love them, and don't mind clinginess it's a cute relationship... But if you reject them, you'll spend a lot of time in an old basement in Duce's home, alive but unable to move. To feel. Or scream.

[ashley-foster-13]

Hi! Me again, I just can't stop reading tmr headcanons. Can I request 'what would tmr boys reaction would be if their S/O got kidnapped instead of Minho.' Thank you!

What would tmr boys reaction would be if their S/O got kidnapped instead of Minho

- His s/o was not the type to throw themselves in danger

- however, when the berg showed on the horizon, they were one of the first people to put their hands on a rifle

- Thomas got there late, and there was no s/o in sight, so he figured they were safe

- until they sprang out of nowhere, trying to tackle Janson

- the nearby soldier knocked them out right away

- Thomas struggled against the two soldiers holding him down

- misplaced his shoulder in the process

- he yelled the name of his s/o so loudly he probably wouldn't be able to speak for a week

- a huge fight started, during it the kids, including his s/o were loaded in the berg and took off

- being reckless as he is, Thomas managed to keep Janson off board, beating the living hell out of him

- soldiers stopped him, but not before Ratman was half dead and bleeding

- Thomas didn't hide his tears

- was terrified Wicked would experiment on s/o, or kill, or God knows what else

- wouldn't stop thinking about how to save them

- would do anything to get them out alive

- would have dreams when he saves them and hugs and kisses them, wakes up with tears of happiness streaming down his cheecks only to realize it wasn't real and cry some more, but in fear and sadness

- after saving his s/o, Thomas is super overprotective of them

- like, every little thing, a paper cut or a bruise or a slightly different voice would make him run towards them, asking if they were okay

- eventually came back to normal

- but we all know he's soooooo caring and protective

- the moment he saw his s/o in Wicked's arms, his world stopped

- however, he got out of his stupor quickly, trying to run for you, but the soldier kicked his bad leg, causing him to fall

- when he finally managed to stand up, s/o was already gone

- he kept yelling curses at them, kept hitting those injured soldiers who were left there to die

- it helped nothing and he knew that

- honestly, he could've murdered someone if not for Minho, who held him in a tight hug until he calmed down

- his anger turned to an agony

- he was crying hard, because he was in terrible pain, physically and emotionally

- he vowed to get s/o back safe and sound

- would be the first to find them, as if he felt where they were

- didn't let go of their hand until they reached the Safe Haven

- both didn't go out of the hut for a couple of days, talking, crying and promising their love to each other

- when he barely escaped being captured by Wicked, he thought the victory was there

- little did he know they grabbed s/o instead

- s/o bravely fought the soldiers, but Minho couldn't see it

- and then his s/o stands on the berg, helplessness in their eyes as they take off

- and Minho just stands there, angry at Wicked, and furious with himself for being unable to help

- Newt and Thomas promise they'll find his s/o

- he became very grumpy after that, but also really really silent

- sometimes his bottled up feelings would unleash on everyone because of any little thing

- like a stupid question, or a fallen fork

- he wpuld be so eager to find his s/o he didn't even think when he stalked inside the Wicked headquarters fighting off every soldier like they were bugs

- he found s/o exhausted, hurt and bleeding

- but they were alive, that's all that mattered

- hugged them all the way back

- watched as the medics patched them up, controlling everything

- never leaving their side while rlthey recovered

[sirfrogsworth]

My recovery is going at a snail's pace. As I knew it would. Sometimes it is hard to notice if I am actually making any progress.

If this were a video game, I think I just beat the first level. With an unknown number of levels left. Probably 4 or 5?

I hate being so vague about what I'm going through. But it's hard to explain. And I just do not have the energy to write much. I almost broke my brain explaining a Trump photo the other day. I need to write for my own sanity but it is so hard to push myself.

I would say the hardest thing aside from the physical symptoms and the constant fatigue is the loneliness and the boredom. I miss my parents so much. Not having people around to help me and take care of me and keep my spirits up just shines a light on how big of a hole they left in my life.

I don't have much energy to reach out to friends. I make it a point to let Katrina know how I'm doing. She's the one person in my life that doesn't take much energy to talk to. I can only finish half a sentence and she still understands me. I'm glad I have a friend like that.

But the boredom is almost as hard as feeling lonely. I don't have much concentration so paying attention to things can be difficult. I keep watching a few episodes of something and then stopping because I can't follow it. Or I will watch something too sad and I can't emotionally process the sadness. I'm going to have like 5 shows I have to finish when I feel better. I didn't even attempt to watch Arcane.

Weirdly the one thing I could follow was a 5 hour video series on Joseph Smith. It had the Mormon perspective and the historically accurate perspective. If I were to summarize... that dude sucked. He was a world class charlatan with an... interesting... imagination. He reminds me of L. Ron Hubbard with less sci fi.

And he married a bunch of 14 year olds. Which is why I laughed when he got tarred and feathered—most likely for messing around with a 14 year old.

Smith destroyed a printing press to stop people from saying he married 14 year olds. And then a mob killed him while he was in jail. And I think the painting of his execution might be funnier than him being tarred and feathered.

That's him falling out of the window.

Is it still defenestration if you are thrown out of a window due to being riddled with bullets?

I'm pretty sure this painting is the equivalent to...

*Victrola scratch* "I bet you are wondering how I got in this predicament."

If your guess does not include staring into a top hat for long periods of time, you are way off.

Wow, I wrote a lot more than I expected. Shitty religious leaders are motivating I guess. My brain is on fire now. So I guess I'll end it here.

[miustrz]

LET THE LIGHT IN

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

PLOT: you never signed up to be a mother, but it won’t hurt to try.

WORD COUNT: 1K

WARNINGS: none… if you squint

"Excuse me?" The words came out almost like a gasp, and you could hear the tension in his voice.

"Will you just think about it—" Nanami’s voice cracked, full of frustration and something deeper, something you couldn't quite place.

"No. Nanami, can’t you think about me for once? Please, don’t you see I’m trying my hardest here?" Your own voice was strained, almost pleading. You were exhausted, both physically and emotionally. The constant tug-of-war between what Nanami needed and what you needed was starting to feel unbearable.

Nanami was silent on the other end, but you could almost feel him processing. He always did that—took his time, calculating what he should say. But this time, he didn’t sound measured. He sounded… lost. "I know, and I’m sorry. I keep pressuring you to take care of him, and I haven’t been the best towards you. I… I didn’t mean for it to be like this."

"Ya think?" Your words came out sharper than you intended, and the bitterness you couldn’t suppress seeped into your voice. You regretted it immediately but didn’t apologize. You didn’t have the energy to.

There was a pause. The silence was thick, heavy with unsaid things, with the weight of too many responsibilities falling on your shoulders.

"Listen, I… I don’t have a problem with taking care of him. I don’t. I love him, you know that. He makes my day with that cute little smile of his, and I’m so grateful for him. But… when he’s constantly begging for his dad, it breaks me. It’s like I can’t even be enough for him, and it’s only been getting worse. You need to understand that I can’t do this alone. You need to find some time, any time, to give him your full attention. To be present with him."

He felt the sting of your words, the guilt settling deep inside him. It wasn’t that you didn’t understand, it wasn’t that you didn’t want to help.

"Do you have any idea how hard this is for me?" Nanami’s voice rose, cracking at the edges with a mixture of anger and helplessness. "You don’t get it. You’ll never get it. Ever since his mom died, I’ve been terrified. Terrified of how this will affect him when he’s older. I know it doesn’t show much now, but you have no idea what kind of pressure that puts on me. I need him to grow up with a mother. He needs you. He needs your love, your presence. I can't do this by myself, and you keep—.

He stopped himself, as though realizing he was on the edge of saying something he couldn’t take back. The anger that had been bubbling beneath the surface deflated, and what replaced it was exhaustion.

"I don’t know how much longer I can do this, alone." His voice was barely a whisper now, but it cut through the line with the clarity of a dagger.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words didn’t come. The emotion in his voice, the rawness of his fear, caught you off guard. For the first time, you realized just how deeply he was struggling. You had always known he was carrying a heavy burden, but it hadn’t truly hit you until now.

"I—" You started, but your throat tightened. What could you say? The truth? Or something that wouldn’t hurt him further? You swallowed hard, fighting the lump in your throat.

"I don’t want to be the one who breaks him, you know?" Nanami’s words came through quietly, but the impact of them hit you with the force of a thousand unspoken thoughts. "I don’t want to be the one who lets him down. You can’t be afraid of him growing up with a hole in his heart, because I’m scared too. I’m so scared."

The phone line went silent, the kind of silence that felt deafening. No words came. You could feel the space between the two of you expanding, stretching into something cold and distant.

You leaned back in your chair, your gaze wandering absentmindedly to the bed beside you.

The room was dim, the soft light casting a peaceful glow on the little boy curled up under a blanket. His tiny chest rose and fell gently with each breath, his face peaceful in sleep, the innocence of his expression pulling at something deep inside of you.

Without thinking, you walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, your fingers brushing through his dark hair. It was soft and silky, like the softest thread of silk between your fingers. As you ran your hand through it, you felt the tenderness inside your chest grow.

You had never once realized it, but you had come to see him as your own. Not just someone else's child, but someone you wanted to protect, to love, to care for. A child who had lost so much—who still needed so much. The thought that you could somehow replace the love his mother gave him seemed impossible. But the truth was, you couldn’t ignore the bond that had grown between you. And that bond, no matter how complicated, was something you weren’t willing to walk away from

Maybe it wasn’t so bad. Maybe there was room in your life, in your heart, for him. And maybe, just maybe, was right. Maybe it was time to take a step back and re-evaluate what you could offer, what you both needed.

You watched him sleep for a while longer, thinking of all the things you’d never said out loud. And in that quiet moment, with the soft glow of the night settling around the room, a thought emerged: You were more than willing to try. For him. For Nanami. Maybe you could be the one to fill that gap, even if you didn’t know how.

But you couldn’t do it alone.

[shizuturnspages]

Hello~ are you still taking request? Can I get yandere scaramouche and yandere alhaitham with gn (reader) who comes from another world with their friends, and when they asked where is reader's friend.

Reader just said: "... Teyvat isn't exactly a good place for species like me and my friends. Some of us ended up dying instantly, one of my friend died because he can't breathe. The rest of my friend died in the archon war, getting caught in the crossfire."

Reader: "About me? Oh, I only survive because of one thing, I'm an actual normal human being who just so happened to be born in another world. So when I got here, everything felt just the same"

The Last of Your Kind

Synopsis: Yandere Scaramouche & Alhaitham with an Otherworldly Reader Pairings: Yan! Scaramouche x gn! Reader, Yan! Alhaitham x gn! Reader

Scaramouche – The Possessive Storm

From the moment you spoke those words, a strange feeling settled in Scaramouche’s chest—something more intense than his usual possessiveness.

"You mean to tell me," he says, voice deceptively soft, "that you watched all of your friends die?"

His sharp eyes bore into you, searching for any sign of distress, but you simply nod, unfazed. That unsettles him.

Teyvat has always been cruel, but hearing about entire species dying just by existing here? That piques his interest—and fuels his paranoia.

If something as vast as the Archon War wiped out your kind, what’s stopping something else from taking you away?

The answer is simple: Him.

🔹 Overprotective to the Extreme: Scaramouche already had a tendency to keep his beloved close, but this solidifies it. You’re never walking anywhere alone. You won’t leave his sight.

🔹 Paranoia and Research: He scours every document, every ancient text, trying to understand what your kind was. He needs to know what dangers still exist. If a mere shift in the atmosphere could kill your friends, he needs to ensure that will never happen to you.

🔹 Clingy in His Own Way: He doesn’t say he’s worried, but you’ll notice how his gloved hand always seems to grab yours whenever the wind blows a little too hard. How he clicks his tongue whenever you stumble, grumbling, “Tch. Weak. Just stay close, idiot.”

🔹 A Dangerous Promise: "You survived the Archon War, huh?" His smirk is sharp, but his grip on your wrist is gentle. "Good. That means you’ll survive me."

💀 Worst-Case Scenario: You try to leave? You try to distance yourself? Scaramouche will remind you of what happened to the rest of your kind. He doesn’t need to be the one to harm you—Teyvat is dangerous enough. And without him? You wouldn’t last.

Alhaitham – The Calculated Obsession

Alhaitham listens to your words carefully, his sharp mind processing every detail.

“So, you were not only an outsider to Teyvat but also one of the last survivors of your kind?”

He leans back, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. "How fascinating."

Unlike Scaramouche, he doesn’t react emotionally. Instead, he’s intrigued.

🔹 Information Hoarder: Alhaitham makes it his mission to know everything about you. Your physiology, your past, your world—he wants to understand it all.

🔹 Subtle Possessiveness: He doesn’t trap you physically, but through logic. He’ll make you believe that being with him is the only rational choice. After all, the world already took everything else from you. Why risk losing more?

🔹 Manipulation Disguised as Care: “You’re unique, you know that?” His voice is steady, his touch feather-light. "There’s no one else like you left in Teyvat. That makes you a prime target." A smirk. "Fortunately for you, I happen to be quite good at keeping valuable things safe."

🔹 Veiled Threats Disguised as Comfort: "You said your friends died in the Archon War." He tilts his head. "And yet, you survived. Interesting.” His fingers brush against your wrist, barely touching. "Wouldn’t it be tragic if history repeated itself?"

💀 Worst-Case Scenario: If you ever try to leave, Alhaitham won’t stop you. Not immediately, at least. But every path you take leads to a dead end. Every attempt is calculated. And when you come back—because you will—he’s waiting with that infuriatingly smug look.

"Ah, back already? I told you, there’s no place safer than here."

[shiiro-arts]

Question: How can we say Natsu treats Lucy differently compared to the rest of his nakama? We have seen him being angry emotional during Erza "funeral" (in the first season) and his reaction when topic of Lisanna's death comes up. He even blushed when Lisanna used to talk about marriage and all (just before she passed away when Happy and Natsu have another fight). He never really expressed any physical interest in Lucy EVER and is mostly lukewarm in his reactions unless she is in danger or hurt. He didn't even hesitate when he was asked to kiss Lucy.

So how can we say that Lucy is different from all these people? I hope you understood my question.

(PS I am a huge NaLu shipper but I hate how they handle serious moments)

Well, I think that we have to clear something up, and its that Lucy and Natsu are more than Lucy and Natsu.

Natsu's world doesn't revolve around Lucy, and Lucy's world doesn't revolve around Natsu. They are their own persons with their own dreams and goals (and this is completely fine)

Natsu is a very passionate person, who loves his friends and family, he has known Erza and Lisanna since they were children, it is obvious that he will be emotional about their "deaths". Just like he was with future Lucy's.

Why do I think Natsu treats Lucy differently? Well, because he does. Literally. Not only does Natsu avoid any kind of (serious) fight with Lucy, but he is emotionally vulnerable with her, he becomes soft. I'm going to focus on Erza and Lucy because we don't have enough interactions with Lisanna.

Natsu is an extremely violent person, even when Erza was distressed his solution was punching her (even if it was for her own good or not),

Now, we have never seen Natsu use violence to console Lucy (or in general), they are always soft, comforting moments

He just can't hurt her, at least not willingly, it's beyond him.

Just like when he had to fight snake lucy and completely stopped thinking she was back

I want to pinpoint his reactions to different deaths, because even those are different

When Lissana, erza or even Igneel died, Natsu felt helpless and sad

Lucy? He wanted to burn the world down, kill his best friend out of grieve and then kill himself in the process just because he thought he had lost her forever. (I talk about this here)

-.-.-.-

About the physical interest, I kind of disagree, It is true that he doesn't show as much physical desire like other men in FT but he does in his own way. We have seen natsu fantasize over Lucy

be jealous of other men for her attention

and become possessive of her

He is not responsive because almost every time they have a physical moment he sees it coming, is mentally prepared for it or he initiates them.

NOW, what happens when Lucy initiates or he doesn't see it coming?

My man becomes a blushing mess (this is mainly shown in official art tho)

but he never shows jealousy or possessiveness towards erza, because Erza is not Lucy