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soapoet · 11 months

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what's next in love...? [ singles ]

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01.

it seems like you've been living life half awake, daydreaming of many scenarios you'd wish come true. even in established relationships you may find yourself wishing for more of something. you may have been told your ideals are naive, to lay off the romcoms and fics and be a little more realistic. you may have found yourself excited at every prospect of new love, giddy and involved, endlessly curious and a true lover of the rose coloured glasses. and perhaps you've found plenty of reasons to rejoice, but somehow things eventually trickle down and get into the mundane and the routines. and it frustrates you. so much. is there really no one out there whose loving gestures and kind words don't become clockwork, expected chores and scripted events?

there is. and this one feels a little 'too good to be true'. you yourself may sooner rather than later find yourself pinching your arm to check if you're actually awake. i suggest you try to hold back on the told-you-so's to the naysayers, as some of them have your best interest at heart. and not only that, but will provide a lot of guidance and support in terms of navigating this next chapter in love. it'll be a bit of a whirlwind and a maze, but with much promise at the end as a reward.

if you've been sitting on some sort of project, waiting to launch yourself into a new endeavour, you should get back on track. especially if you've been procrastinating. somewhere down that path, there's a person you ought to meet. they relate to your goals somehow, perhaps having done the same themselves before. they have a lot to teach you and will become a priceless source of support, but don't expect things to be handed to you. your work is your own and your rewards will be bigger and better if you can in the future look back and say, damn, look at what i did, i achieved all that! that's of course not to say you can't find help from those around you. definitely ask for assistance and support when you need it. but to come out on the other side and say you made it, ideally you paved your own way for plenty of it because you deserve the final applause and praise so much. believe in yourself and don't let the little voice in the back of your head make you doubt yourself and your ideas.

this person seems like a bit of a flirt. not in a way that should raise any concerns, as they are a very loyal person. they actually make it known loud and clear if they're already spoken for, and enjoy flaunting their partner in many ways. this is a person who will bring up your achievements and strengths at a social gathering, not to flex having you at their arm, but to genuinely shine a spotlight on you. especially if it'll get you flustered. they have a very playful energy to them that's endearing and youthful regardless of their actual age. a little bit of a peter pan vibe where they'll retain their young spirit well into their retirement. they're very easy-going and likeable, and have a lot of friends, and may connect you to a ton of new people. expect your social life to explode as a result of this connection, but at the same time be sure to make time for the friends and supporters that you have right now.

this person is used to being the centre of attention, not just socially, but professionally too. they may have a very visible job or hobbies that connect them to an audience of some kind within their chosen field. their energy is very contagious and fun, though that doesn't mean they're entirely air-headed and incapable of taking things seriously. i'm strongly getting that either they or someone close to them has struggled with a physical or mental illness for a good part of their life, so they have developed almost like an antenna to pick up on things going on that aren't being said out loud. especially if you're someone who frequently avoids bringing up your problems as to not burden others, or have a difficult time reaching out for support and being honest about how things affect you, you can rest assured that this person will quickly try to learn how to read you, or even outright ask how they can best assist you when you're struggling or even request some sort of secret code that you can use to communicate your unease so that they can quickly come to your aid.

they have a little bit of a problem taking their own concerns seriously. they seem to cope through distractions mostly. a positive in this is that they don't let things that are out of their control bother them and they do the best they can with what they got at any given time. a true optimist, but a negative aspect is that they may avoid facing their demons and try to outrun their problems. this can manifest itself with workaholic tendencies and a packed schedule in general. there might be some sort of saviour complex involved, too, in which they feel compelled to help everyone else and neglect their own needs. towards you in particular i'm getting a lot of pda and quality time. you slow them down a bit and help them stop to smell the roses. they'll be surprised by how much they've longed for peace and simplicity, and they find that solace and ease with you and it really heals them on a deep level, which in turn amps up the energy and effort they show you. goodbye routine lovers, honestly. this one walks the talk and really keeps up the pace long after the honeymoon phase.

some additional details: i'm not getting a lot in terms of appearance, which may suggest that you already know them, or at least know of them, even if they don't know of you yet. it's possible that you share mutual friends or interests or work within the same field. there is a big emphasis on their voice, and things may start off as long-distance with hours upon hours on the phone. astrological things that appear significant: leo, pisces, the sun, mercury, 11th house, 2nd house.

02.

you've been flying solo for a while now. perhaps you grew tired of, or dare i say even gave up on love? it may have seemed like there just aren't as many fish in the sea as promised. at least none that you could take seriously. and serious is what you want. and serious is what you're getting.

first and foremost i must say your standards aren't too high. do not feel ashamed of what you want, and don't let anyone tell you that you need to set realistic expectations. they're exactly where they need to be and you're attracting the quality you seek. you've ventured further out to sea to find yourself a bigger catch. the journey hasn't been easy, but it has helped you grow tremendously. i'm strongly getting that your past experiences have really helped you fine tune your build-a-bae, so to speak, and there's no more reconfiguring to do. you know what you want and what you don't want, how much of this and how much of that. the next lessons for you to learn in love are ones you will not tackle on your own, but alongside a long-term partner who is at your level. long gone are the days of disappointments and putting up with feeling like you're outgrowing your partner, because this next person is mature and ready to grow with you.

this person is what fairytales would call your true love. in as many ways as you are one and the same, you differ, sometimes wildly so. if you're an introvert, they're an extrovert. if you seek comfort, they seek adventure. it's your goals and dreams and values that hold hands in agreement, and that builds up a strong foundation for your connection. if you have a lot of feminine energy, they have a lot of masculine energy. you two may even look like opposites in some ways, or come from different cultures. and do not fret, because your differences will be a blessing, not a curse. this isn't a re-run of a love where you felt like you weren't seen or heard and were made to bend. there is a distinct element of give and take here. a beautiful balance wherein they enjoy your world and your ways, and don't force you to change any of it, and you feel compelled out of genuine desire to take their hand and let them show and share their world with you. and you're able to coexist perfectly fine in a way that makes you both feel fulfilled and at ease.

things may stall a little at first, because this person will have a bit of whiplash when the two of you meet. they may feel as if you stepped right out of their dreams in a way. like a ghost from their childhood when they were around their parents or grandparents and thought of the person they'd grow old with some day. and suddenly you're there, a distant memory made flesh, a memory forgotten long ago making a big splash as it resurfaces. but once they gather themselves i see that they'll be very direct in their pursuit of you. and it's quite the old school courting, too. they make their intentions clear and have the follow-through to walk their talk. this is a very open and honest person, although they appear a bit emotionally disconnected at times. it's not due to a lack of emotional sensitivity, but processing things before acting or speaking is a part of their character. they're very serious in love, and don't seem to fit into the modern age of tinder and hookups.

they may have a strong connection to the sea, live by the ocean, look mediterranean, or enjoy activities related to water. their features in general leans darker. be it their eyes, hair, skin, or the way they dress. there is something specifically drawing me to their hands. perhaps they work with their hands, are a very crafty person, or have a physically demanding job. or simply have very attractive hands that you would take note of. physical touch is important to them, and they are very protective of their loved ones.

speaking of loved ones, they have strong familial ties and may come from a big family. i'm also strongly getting that they come from money, though without the nepotism often associated with it. their father in particular may have made it a point to raise them with a lot of discipline and drive to make something of themselves and not just rely on a trustfund. this person is ambitious and a hard worker, and prefers to be involved and hands-on with what they do. i'm also seeing siblings playing a big role in your connection. one in particular could connect with you in a meaningful way. this family is one that will welcome you with open arms and you will feel as though you have gained another family to call your own. if you have any childhood wounds related to family, this one takes found family quite literally.

some additional details: travelling and holidays figure strongly. things get taken to the next level rather quickly because there is a lack of doubt involved. they're very generous with their time and money. this has massive signs of marriage. astrological things that appear significant: aries, taurus, saturn, the moon, the 4th house, the 9th house.

03.

it seems like you're stuck on something, or someone. and that situation didn't treat you fairly. this feels less like betrayal and more like you spent some time hauling dead weight around. in vain, i might add. either you already have or will soon drop it and move on. it might be difficult, though, and i apologise if i'm overstepping here, but in part it's due to an inability to truly let go on your part. if you want to get even, or show someone what they lost, do it by moving on with grace and making decisions for yourself and your own growth and success. beware of people around you who would gladly take advantage of your vulnerability right now. even if it feels like a rebound would benefit you, it'll only hurt you if you find yourself looking over the shoulder of another person to see if the one who hurt you sees and is affected by it. what will truly help you heal is to dust yourself off and focus on feeling whole within yourself. and don't worry, you didn't stumble into yet another love reading that will tell you, well, tough luck, no love for you, work on yourself! whilst i certainly will call you to take care of yourself and pursue things that serve you and your growth, i will also go over what's coming next.

and that's something a little eerie. you may have someone in your past, who you consciously or subconsciously measure everyone else up to. perhaps this was the one that got away, or someone you met at the wrong time. in one way or another, there is a situation you wish had happened differently. in your pursuit of finding yourself again and some solid ground to stand on after enduring stormy seas, you may run into someone who is eerily similar to someone you once knew. but at the right time, now. for some of you this may very well be the exact person you already have history with, or could've had history with, though with major improvements from the previous season. but for many this is just an oddly familiar stranger who gives you a bit of deja vu. they share many similarities with someone you've been attracted to, just less red flags and complications.

this person seems rather cerebral. their job, studies, or hobbies may revolve around psychology, literature, or science. they're very good with their words, both written and spoken. they can also be quite blunt, but not with malicious intent. they aren't afraid of speaking their mind, and may be quite passionate about their opinions. they're a great teacher, and a good student, too. they enjoy delving deeply into things and soak up new information like a sponge. they'll greatly value your opinion and perspective, and the two of you may engage in debates or discussions about a variety of topics. intellectually speaking you're on the same wavelength and seem to understand each other intuitively.

it's very possible that this starts off platonic. whilst you may be ready to jump into a relationship with them from the start, they prefer to take things slowly and really get to know you first. you may worry that the spark between you will fade over time, but this one is a lesson of patience and building a strong connection as a foundation first. especially if in the past you've been quick to hurt or get hurt, you're about to learn how differently a lover will treat you when you're first and foremost a dear friend. this connection has the potential of some serious power couple themes in the long run. the two of you feel almost dangerous as duo, but i think that just goes to show that the initial spark won't fade and actually benefit from a bit of a slow burn before the fire starts raging at full force.

there is a lot of chemistry between the two of you. a very push-and-pull, engaging, and intoxicating energy. you'll keep each other on your toes in a way that keeps things feeling fresh and exciting. you're partners in crime and the world appears to be your playground. any past heartbreaks and feelings of lack, even lackluster, is gone and replaced with adventure and passion. you're very attracted to them, and they to you, in a way that could be classified as an addiction if it weren't for the fact that the side effects are predominantly positive. the two of you may collaborate on some kind of project, and your joint efforts are sure to be a success. though you do many things together, you also support each other in your separate endeavours. there may be a bit of mutual artist and muse dynamic here, wherein you inspire them and they inspire you. you both value your individuality, and hype each other up.

this person feels devilish in some way. a maverick of sorts. they're taller, perhaps lanky, and there is an unconventional attractiveness to them. they have a unique look that really pulls you in and makes them stand out anywhere they go. they might dress in a way that makes them different from the crowd. they really march to the beat of their own drum. i'm not getting much in terms of family, so they may be very independent and live a life separate from family, or they may have some wounds in regards to their home life that they keep their walls up over. they take their friendships very seriously, many of them are ones they'd take a bullet for. this is a very ride or die type of person. they're very resilient and if they've known terrible hardships in their past, you'll be in awe of their personal strength and ability to get back up when they're knocked down.

some additional details: music is very relevant to the point where you should expect to receive a personalised playlist as a way for them to communicate their feelings for you. they might be musically inclined and play an instrument. astrological things that appear significant: scorpio, aquarius, aries, pluto, uranus, 3rd house, 10th house, 12th house.

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mr-spotatohead · 1 year

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-Inseparable.-

Welcome Home & Child!Reader Platonic.

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|Contains: Swearing. Slight Horror.|

Synopsis: You draw a lot, and you want attention from your mother, but she doesn't give you the attention you need. Until she puts on a show for you that caught your eye. And the main character gives you the attention you deserve.

You ran your hand across the white paper containing a green crayon. Your small, untrained hands made you pick up the crayon with your closed fist, scribbling on the paper with your grass-colored crayon. You were on your knees on the floor, with your toys and painting materials scattered around. You had your tongue out, concentrating hard on the work of art you were going to make.

"Uhum, yes, yes, I've checked that before." Your mother said in the background, her footsteps rushing, the sound of her shoes with a heel clicked against the floor. You continued drawing content to show the end result to your extremely busy mother. The cheap TV played in the background, it was something that didn't catch your attention.

You finished the drawing and got up awkwardly, happy to find your mother in the house, which was easy since she was right behind the couch. She was on the phone, her purse already in her arms, you approached her talking to her but she didn't hear you because she was already talking to someone else. She walked straight past you and made her way to the kitchen table, grabbing her car keys. You puffed out your cheeks. After being ignored, again. You walked back to the floor in front of the television. Your mother soon came close to you and bent down, placing a kiss on your head. "Sorry honey, mommy has to go out now. How about a cartoon for you to watch?" Your mother suggested already changing the channel, just watching the first thing that looked childish was enough. It was a cartoon. That was enough. You didn't even have time to show her your drawing because your mother already closed and locked the door. And left you alone again. Not that you cared, you're old enough to take care of yourself, and you are proud of it. But still, it was very disappointing not to have your mother's attention, all your drawings, all your work, your mother didn't have time, at least not anymore. You sulked now, you looked at your toys on the floor, you didn't feel like playing. Until an animated song started playing on the TV. Making you look at the screen. Your curious eyes observed how bad the quality of the show on your TV was. But that didn't matter to you. What caught your attention was the funny colors of the show. You watched the animation of the show go on like a normal day, showing a few houses in a colorful neighborhood, the camera moving closer to a greener place, focusing on a character. A man with blue hair. You kept looking at the screen, seeing that the character was concentrating on painting a picture, and when he finished, the character noticed the presence of the audience and commented. "Oh, hello, neighbor! You've finally arrived." The character smiled at the audience and that caught your attention. He moved to the side and put his equipment aside. Focusing on the audience. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it? How are you?" The character asked turning his head to the side. You, not taking your eyes off the screen, decided to sit on the floor. Curiosity on your face.

There was a silence after the question, and you wondered if the television had frozen as it sometimes does. But you could hear music in the background, so you decided to answer happily. "I'm fine! I just drew a picture, so I'm happy." "Oh, that's wonderful. When you're happy, I'm happy." The character smiled closing his eyes, with his hands together. You crossed your legs and let your hands rest in the space between them. A silly smile rose to your face. You genuinely liked that the character was paying attention to you. You, being a child with a creative mind, genuinely thought that the character was talking to you. Not noticing the generic lines that he responded to after you spoke. This character, that you just met, you don't know his name so far, but he asks you questions! He asks things of you. And that was exactly the kind of attention you wanted. And you were loving it!

"How many apples are in that tree?" "Four!" "Perfect! Four apples, one for Julie, one for Barnaby, one for me, and one for you, neighbor!" Wally was smiling and looking at you with such enthusiasm, you were jumping in place, even though you knew there was no way you could eat the apple. "Woah, time passes when you're having fun, doesn't it?" Wally said after the episode was coming to an end, at least you learned this character's name. "Well, we better get some rest, see you tomorrow, neighbor!" Wally said with a smile on his face, a little wave of the hand and then the credits rolled, you, still not satisfied, wanted more of that show. You just loved everything and everyone! Luckily, you saw the intro and the same song start playing again. You smiled contentedly, expecting more from the program. . . . This is the second day you've been watching Welcome Home, all afternoon you've been marathon watching the show, learning more about the characters, 'talking' to Wally and watching the comedy episodes. Today you were already in the living room waiting for the program to start, excited to watch them all again. Your mother noticed that you were absent in running around the house, she walked around the house, not being late this time. She noticed you in the living room, sitting on the floor watching TV. Your mother came over and when she went to ask you something, the show music started up and you excitedly hummed along. Seeing Wally already leaving his house, you smiled contently and spoke his name aloud. "Wally! Hi!!!" The puppet started with the identical opening line, which you didn't even realize was all from the show's script. But you were still happy to see the puppet answer you with the same "Oh, hello, neighbor! You've finally arrived."

You answered each question happily. Your mother looked at you with soft eyes. She saw how innocent you were to answer the TV. It was something simple and cute, that made you excited, so your mother let this channel play more often. . . .

This was the third day you were in the living room, waiting to watch your new favorite show. Your face was freshly wet, because what had happened earlier had made you very anxious. Your mother argued loudly on the phone, swearing, she even locked herself in another room so you couldn't hear, but it was difficult. So you tried to overcome this on your own, so you were lying on the floor drawing Wally, being soothed by drawing him. Your mother had to leave early today, but she would be back early too. So you were alone, waiting for the program to start. And when the music started, you excitedly sniffed and looked at the TV with sparkling eyes. Waiting for entertainment after waking up in an unpleasant way. Wally then appeared again, you were on the floor and quickly got up and sat down, grabbed your blankets and wrapped yourself up, since it was cold. Your favorite character came out of his house and started with his same normal question. "Oh, hello, neighbor! You've finally arrive-"

Suddenly, he stopped, in the middle of the sentence. You notice that the eyes of the puppet on the screen widened a little, as he noticed... something? Maybe. You curiously frowned slightly, wondering what had gotten into Wally? This is different. The pause that was taken left you confused, and then he continued, but his posture was different. "Uh- It's a beautiful day and…"

"How, uh. How are you?…" You watched the puppet in front of you with a more droopy posture, it didn't look like he was confident like all the other times. You shook your head, not thinking much. "I'm fine, how are you?" You asked just to ask, because you knew Wally would answer that anyway. But what you didn't expect was that the silence returned. The figure of Wally standing there, looking at you. Then you heard a low: "Are you sure?..."

You raised your eyebrows. Oh, he really answered you this time. You ran your hands over your face, feeling your hands get a little wet after wiping some of the liquid off your face. You looked down at your drawing and then looked into the puppet's eyes. "Hhm, I'm fine, Wally." You hummed affirming what you said earlier. But that didn't seem to have much effect, as the puppet in front of you stared at you with a silence in the background that seemed like forever before something happened.

And it wasn't what you expected. Because the image of Wally looking at you was soon replaced by the continuation of the episode. The view was of a clearing and a butterfly fluttered across the screen. You were surprised by Wally's strange behavior, but you ignored it.

The episode continued as usual, although Wally didn't appear for a few minutes. The characters are in a situation and need help, it was in this part that Wally would ask for your help in this situation. But he wasn't there. You questioned for a few seconds until the screen started to crash, the voices of some characters in the background still talking, but the screen was a mess, there were two scenes trying to appear on the screen, the colors were all mixed up and this made even the voices of the characters stop. Sitting in the dark with the screen all glitched made you a little worried, you remember that the last time the television was like this was on a rainy day. But it wasn't raining now. It made you get out of your blankets and look at the TV still frozen, occasionally making sounds. Suddenly an idea popped into your head. Your mother once hit the TV hard because she said it would fix it, you saw her do it, and it worked, maybe you could try it. Getting close to the TV you raised your small hand and slapped it lightly. Looking at the TV, it didn't work. Maybe you need more strength? You made your hand into a fist and when you went to lift it you were startled by the screen behaving more aggressively with colors and a loud, not pleasant, sound was made. "DO NOT" It was written illegibly on the screen, but you were able to read it despite the mess of glitches. "FIX IT." It appeared at the bottom of the screen, along with the other words. You stopped moving your hand and observed what was happening on the screen. Suddenly. Statics. The television became pure static, no music, no show, nothing. And then only two words appeared. The font was better, despite the random color streaks being made on the screen. "Let me." After a few seconds. The TV went black and a song started. You realized it was the intro of the show, without much doubt, the show started again, the animation of the houses in the neighborhood, the title 'Welcome Home', everything was normal again. You sighed, glad that it was working again, and then you saw him. Wally had his back to you, with a white canvas in front of him, he wasn't painting anything. And then he noticed you. He turned and smiled looking at you. "Oh, hello again neighbor." Wally said putting his brush aside. "Sorry about that, something happened. An... inconvenience." The man in blue said with a smile and his eyes closed, looking even a little forced. "But now! No interruptions. Let's talk, shall we?" Wally put his hands together and smiled broadly, looking at you again. You looked surprised at the screen. Talk? About what? You frowned and turned your head away. "Aren't we going to help your friends? Earlier they seemed to need help with who took their-"

Suddenly the screen changed and some characters from before appeared with a big smile on their faces. "Wowie! Thanks for finding my stuffed animal Wally and neighbor!" Sally said hugging the little toy. Julie nodded in agreement happy that they had found what was missing. And then the screen crashed and went back to the same greenish corner with Wally standing there smiling.

"See, they already found it, everyone is happy." Wally explained trying to convince you that there was no need to 'end the episode'. You frowned slightly, clearly not convinced. Wally quickly began.

"Although…" In a slightly lower voice, you looked at the screen curious by your favorite character's change of mood. "I'm out of ideas of what to paint." Wally let you look at the blank canvas with nothing on it. You happily jumped in place, taking interest. "Oh! I can help you!" You said enthusiastically, the puppet looked at you and a smile formed on his face, he put his hands on his own face, with the same kind of enthusiasm. "Perfect!"

Time passed and you two talked for hours. While Wally was painting what you suggested, you yourself decided to draw another picture, the atmosphere was fun and comfortable. You were loving this session of talking and painting.

"So, (Name)." Wally started, you hummed paying attention, not taking your eyes off your drawing. It was nice to hear Wally say your name instead of just neighbor, you told him at the beginning of your long conversation. "Why were you crying before? If it's okay to ask." Wally asked a bit monotonously, you scrabbled a bit at the colors abstractly and hummend thoughtfully. "Hmm, well…"

Wally is your friend, right? It's okay to tell him about you, he also tells you all about himself, so fair enough. "My mommy is very busy. She ignores all my drawings!" You said with your cheeks puffy. "Ah, but that's just not very nice of her, hm?" Wally commented, and you aggressively nodded several times. "But that has nothing to do with your crying, does it?"

You stopped swinging your legs and looked at the TV screen and just watched the back of Wally, who continued to paint the picture. You sighed and continued. "Yeah… Today my mom had an argument on the phone…. And she's very short-tempered, you know? She'll blow up at anything. She gets aggressive."

Your last line was probably what made Wally stop moving the brush across the canvas, as you were looking at the canvas, you saw Wally glance at you, his eyes were a tad sinister.

"With you?…"

You looked at Wally a little innocently and shook your head, "No, not with me, she locks herself in her room and breaks things right there. And I don't like it when she gets like that. That's why I was sad." As if your words were air, the puppet on the TV sighed, and turned his back again and continued painting.

"I'm done!" You smiled excitedly, the puppet looked back and watched you. "Already? That was quite fast." You laughed at Wally's comment and then got down on your knees, bringing your drawing to the screen, trying to show your drawing to the screen. "Look, look, what do you think?!" You smiled and looked at your drawing, expecting some kind of comment from Wally, but it was so quiet that you had to put your drawing down and look at him.

Wally was staring at you the whole time you got close to the screen, and the puppet raised one hand and coughed falsely. "I'm sorry, it's just that I can't see the drawing if you don't look into my eyes." Wally explained this and you were confused, the puppet explained to you how he can't see anything if someone doesn't look into his eyes. You thought that was strange but you held up the drawing while looking at Wally. And then he finally reacted, taking his eyes off you and looked at the drawing in your hands. He smiled big when he saw your little work of art, complimenting you in every way, watching your smile grow wider and wider with his company. You spent the whole afternoon talking and having fun, your mother came home a little exhausted. She greeted you from afar and went to make herself a cup of coffee. You didn't, however, do the usual thing of running after her after she arrived. You kept your conversation with Wally happy and content. Your mother noticed the change in your behavior. Like every day, you stopped interacting so much with her and started to stay more in front of the TV. Maybe this was a consequence of her actions in leaving you alone so much that now you didn't worry about bothering her. But one night. That's what changed things. You were so annoyed by your mother's neglect that you decided to turn on the TV on your own at night and talk to the only friend who made you feel good.

After the intro passed, you couldn't even keep your crying face long, after you knew that you would be happy with your friend's presence. You didn't even wait for Wally to arrive right on the scene and you quickly began to talk and talk, making the puppet in front of you look surprised by your state. You tried to wipe your full tears on your sleeves, along with your snot. "Shh, shh…" Wally tried to calm you down, you were so close to the screen, it was a bad feeling to see you in that state. The puppet managed to cheer you back up with sweet comments. Your face was red with a huge smile now. Although you started to cry in your room when you realized that your mother was ignoring you while she fiddled with her laptop, you ran into the living room in a loud, clearly sad voice. Your mother noticed her actions at that moment. And she tried to tidy things up a bit. She went into the living room, where she heard where you were talking.

What was strange, were you watching that program again? It looked like you were complaining about her to the TV. She walked silently into the living room and saw you standing near the TV, talking to it.

"Wally, can you be my best friend?" You asked, a few tears escaping and you wiped them away with your sleeves again. Your mother frowned at seeing you in this state, and just as she was about to step in to comfort you she noticed something that was probably not normal. "Of course, (Name). Best friends forever?" Wally asked smiling with half open eyes, he put his hand on the TV screen and you nodded aggressively with approval. "Forever!" Placing your hand on the TV screen where his was. Wally smiled contentedly, and since you were looking at him, he could see everything. He even managed to notice your mother in the back of the room, watching the interaction. The puppet's eyes widened a bit and he looked at you a little worried. Your mother then arrived frightened. And clearly with her heart in her hand. "(Name)." Your mother said firmly. You looked back and saw your mother's hand outstretched. "Come here." She said breathlessly. Staring at the puppet on the screen in fear. You denied it, however, and frowned. "No. I'm having fun with Wally." The nominee softened his gaze at looking at you, but soon intensified at looking at your mother. She approached you and pulled you up, quickly moving away from the TV. "(Name). Go to your room, it's not safe here." Suddenly the TV made a loud bang on the screen, two hands were there now, Wally's eyes fixed strongly on your mother, clearly not liking that you were being forced to leave him. "Stay the FUCK AWAY from them!" Your mother shouted at the TV, clearly frightened. You began to tear up again. Your mother was arguing with your best friend, that wasn't fair! "N-No, don't fight please…" You looked at Wally and he was looking at you, there was no emotion on his face except for that stare. But you still saw him as your friend. Your best friend! "Wally!" You held out your hand as if it would help you, and the TV once again made a loud bang. Your mother in panic quickly ran to her room and left you there, you still crying tried to open the door, but it was too late after you saw, your mother had unplugged the TV.

She still looked panicked and started to drag the TV away to throw it away. That night was the last time you saw your best friend.

. . . Was it?

-OO I was holding myself to not make a long one shot, I kinda see this as a rushed thing, but hey ho, I still liked writing this one :D-

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wally darling #wally darling welcome home #wally darling wh #welcome home wally #welcome home puppet show #welcome home fanfic #welcome home x you #welcome home x reader #wally darling x reader #wally darling x you

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hi, i sent in a comment back when one (not me) anon said they were unfollowing due to constant cisnormativity and gender essentialism in the polls. you didn't answer my ask back then, or maybe the ask disappeared since tumblr does that sometimes, but i would appreciate it if you would answer this, because i think it would be beneficial for everyone to actually talk about this openly.

i'd just like to ask, knowing that you may edit polls submitted to be more inclusive and clearer, why is the recent poll about preferences for a partner's pubic hair specifically for people with penises? and if there is another poll coming that's the same but for people with vaginas, i'm wondering why it would be necessary for a question like it to be separated like that. personally i don't see how that would make a big, or more importantly an interesting difference in the results. to me all it seems like it's doing is excluding intersex people and supporting this idea of "the two sexes" being fundamentally completely different from each other and someone's genitals playing a big part in defining people's preferences.

i'm not intending this as a hate comment, but as a genuine request for conversation around this subject, as you yourself said to the anon that unfollowed, that you'd like to hear about their side. i know i'm not said anon, but i think we're kind of talking about the same subject here, and recently there's been a lot of polls here separating people via genitals, and it's beginning to make me feel a little uncomfortable, in big part due to it implying that a huge portion of people here see gender and/or sex as a binary, and that people on the opposite ends of that binary are fundamentally different from each other due to their sex/gender.

apologies for the long ask, i just really wanted to avoid misunderstandings so i may have rambled a bit more than necessary.

Hi! Thanks for bringing up your concerns. The way I interpreted that question is that anon was curious whether pubic hair affects the sensation on the penetrating partner‘s penis, or whether pubic hair can be a hindrance– for example, acting as a barrier, or adding friction.

The original question was only aimed at people with penises, and I hadn’t planned on posting any variations for different genitals because (from what I’m assuming about anon’s curiosity) the question is so specific in asking about the sensation and/or logistics for a penis navigating around hair. I don’t think it would be helpful or yield any interesting data to post the same poll for people with other genitals.

In this case, I think my error was in not specifying “does a partner’s pubic hair affect the sensation on your penis during penetration?”. That’s the question I think anon was trying to ask, but unfortunately it was more clear in my and anon’s heads and didn’t come across in writing as clearly as I thought I was saying it.

Also, in response to the sentiment that there have been a lot of genital-related polls lately, there have been about 3 in the past 2 weeks, or about 3%. (7 polls per day; 49 polls per week; 98 polls every two weeks.) I understand if it seems like a lot, but the actual saturation is fairly low. I'm saying this not to dismiss you, but in the hopes of reassuring you that this blog is not shifting to become more heavily focused on separating people's genitals.

I got a number of helpful messages about the previous conversation on dyadism. I didn't respond to them due to some things in my personal life that limited my time, but I read them and have them saved as a reminder to myself when writing up polls so that I can continue to make these polls more inclusive of intersex people– I promise those messages weren’t ignored.

#not polls #nsft

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cowboyfromh3ll · 6 months

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Hcs for the boys' toxic traits. Preferably arthur, javier, john, and charles, but other boys are welcome too! I'm curious to see what you'd say Dutch's toxic traist are, though they're pretty self explanatory 😭

I just love how you write sm sorreyyyy

Van Der Linde Gang's Toxic traits

(Arthur Morgan, Javier Escuella, John Marston, Charles Smith, Micah Bell, Dutch Van Der Linde, Sean Macguire, Kieran Duffy, Eagle Flies)

HAHAHA THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE. I tried not to sugarcoat anything.

Arthur Morgan - He definitely has some trouble communicating. Not to say he never will communicate with you but it'll be long in between and after it's been plaguing him for a milenium. As we've seen, this man is capable of having deep, well thought out conversations. He'd also be pretty prideful to some degree. Mostly depends what point in time you start dating, later in game he'd be able to see past his pride. Also, I feel like if you were dating a major point of contention in your relationship would be questioning whether it's time to move on from this life.

Javier Escuella - WAY too jealous. I don't even mean it in a cute way but in a way that would genuinely cause several arguments between you two. "Why were you looking at him that way?" "That sounded like you were flirting with him" "Why do you spend so much time around the other guys?" Would also be around you 24/7. Someone would be incapable of having a conversation with you that doesn't include Javier. You two would also argue about Dutch's leadership skills.

John Marston - Oh my God this man is so indecisive. Doesn't know what he wants ever. In a modern setting you two would be sitting in the car, asking each other back and forth "what do you wanna eat?". And his commitment issues? Good lord. At some points in your relationship it'd probably feel like you guys aren't dating at all. You'd probably have to beg him to put some effort into the relationship to be honest.

Charles Smith - It's so hard to think of ANYTHING this man can do wrong but alas, I must. You probably wouldn't be his top priority at all times. Which isn't to say you should ALWAYS be at the top of his list, but sometimes it can result in your feelings being neglected over a situation that affects you. Only when the day reaches it's end will he consult you over something, which will have you feeling incredibly frustrated.

Micah Bell - This man is a walking red flag so let's not dance around his flaws. Incredibly prideful, will ignore your warnings over something just to get his way. Also probably lies to you A LOT. Can be way too rough with you in many aspects. Also this man embodies the word sleezy. Yuck.

Dutch Van Der Linde - Do I even need to say. So fucking stubborn. He also probably thinks he's intelectually superior to you. If you bring up a concern to him he'll probably use as many flowery and big words as possible to make himself appear smarter during the discussion than he actually is. And if you advise him to do anything he'll probably just ignore you, saying you don't know what you're talking about. All in all, thinks he's better than you. Also you're probably a trophy wife since Dutch views women as accessories to his success, if you can even call it success.

Sean Macguire - He doesn't take anything seriously. If you're trying to have a genuine discussion with him he'll play it down and make it seem less important or severe than it actually is. Don't even bother trying to emphasize how serious you are because he won't take that seriously either. It's only until he feels the consequences of his actions will he listen to you, which results in a frustrating cycle.

Kieran Duffy - Also very indecisive but in the way where he can't speak up for himself because he doesn't think it's important. Has such low self esteem, he also probably thinks his emotions are less important which results in a lot of miscommunication on his behalf. Sorta just let's you take the lead all the way, always let's you have your way, with no valuable input of his own. You have to shake his shoulders and beg for him to actually speak his mind.

Eagle Flies - He's probably so childish. Like, mommy issues CEO over here. Will probably seek for you to fulfill that role in his life. Has almost no control over his emotions and has trouble identifying them, and when he does indentify them, has absolutely no idea what to do with them in terms of expression. He will make various efforts to communicate with you but will struggle immensely. Being with him will probably be like teaching a man how to experience emotions in a healthy way. I could write an entire post dedicated to what I think his toxic traits are

More eagle flies ones

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Feather Weather

a/n: i had a silly little idea last year and decided to run with it

wc: ~1.8k

summary: ayato knits a sweater for thoma out of the goodness of his heart

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"Go on, open it."

Thoma held the box in his hand, looking warily between the unopened parcel and his lord standing in front of him. Gifts from Ayato were always the.. special kind that often resulted in humiliation of some form, usually nothing more than the playful sort, yet were common enough to condition Thoma that keeping his guard up around this particular Kamisato was more than necessary. The seemingly innocent smile that Ayato wore well was no longer enough to fool Thoma at this point.

"What's wrong?" His expression morphed into one of genuine curiosity, yet Thoma knew better, his ears tuned to pick out the traces of mischief often laced into Ayato's voice.

Surprisingly, his voice was clean.

"You know exactly why!" He said after moments of hesitation, prompting an amused chuckle from his lord.

"I'm curious as to what you think could possibly be inside the box," Ayato mused with a delighted glint in his eyes, clearly reveling in the apprehension.

"Anything!" Thoma huffed with a pout. "You manage to turn anything into a prank!"

"You flatter me."

"M'lord, please," came the usual sigh of dismay, contrasting the comical giggles that escaped Ayato's mouth. "I'm not going on anymore boba runs for you if this is something bad."

"Alright, alright," Ayato shook his head, heeding the warning, "I assure you that there's nothing wrong with the gift."

Thoma raised an eyebrow, reading Ayato's voice for the inevitable lie. "You promise?"

"I promise." Ayato proceeded to place a palm to his own heart, ending the gesture with a firm nod. "It was made with love, of course."

"Or demonic ambition."

"And love," Ayato tacked on, flashing a wink that Thoma could only respond with an eye roll.

Despite his suspicions, the package itself lacked hints of ulterior motives. The blue ribbons with silver trimmings were held together over the beige gift box in the form of an awkward bow, handiwork that could belong to none other than Ayato himself. Arts and crafts were not exactly his forte, indicating that Ayato had a direct hand with the package, which only served to further keep Thoma on edge.

Glancing at the parcel with hesitation, Thoma lifted the box and gave it a gentle shake, straining his ears as he repeated the motion twice more. Whatever was inside didn't create much force from the inside, barely tapping against the inner walls of the box. Clothes, maybe?

His fingers pinched at the ends of the ribbons, tugging gently to let the thin piece of cloth fall away, revealing the white cardboard box underneath. Slowly, his fingers pushed at the top and Thoma braced himself for what might just jump out at him, but was pleasantly surprised at what looked to be a sweater. He lifted the sweater from the box, eyes gleaning over the warm orange threads as his fingers dug into the soft material. "Where'd you get this?" was all Thoma could murmur, taking in the sweater in awe.

"I made it myself, of course," Ayato said with pride. "Only crafted with the finest material during my trip to Fontaine. I ran into Chiori along the way and she guided me during the process."

"It looks amazing, m'lord!" Thoma gushed, eyes going over the sweater repeatedly. "Thank you, thank you so much! I-I'm going to wear it now, if that's alright!"

"It's yours, so do with it as you please," Ayato chuckled. "It's the perfect time for sweater weather, after all."

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The sweater was everything.

It perfectly fit his body without being too snug, allowing for plenty of wiggle room, it was of notably high quality with how the fabric felt delightful against his skin, it even smelled faintly of vanilla, but most importantly, it was warm. And what paired better with a snuggly sweater on a snowy day?

Candles.

Thoma hummed to himself as he sorted through the variety of candles he kept neatly arranged, eyes scanning the shelf for the perfect scent to match his mood. Cinnamon was a classic choice, or he could go with one of the newer ones Ayaka had brought home from Fontaine-

"Ack!"

The sudden feeling of arms wrapped around his waist interrupted his candle perusing, but his nerves were put at ease with the familiar sensation of another's cheek gently nuzzling the crook of his neck. All these years working under the Kamisatos, yet Ayato always managed to sneak around, flying under his nose.

"Enjoying the sweater, love?" Ayato's voice softly brushed against the skin of his neck, sending tingles down his spine.

Thoma could only reply with a simple "mhm" as he relaxed into Ayato's hold, sighing whenever Ayato nuzzled into his neck. Strange to be holding such an intimate moment in the Kamisato Estate's storage closet, but Thoma would take anything he could get, what with his lord always having his hands full, not to mention being pulled away for so long during his recent trip to Fontaine. The occasional kiss to his skin and the gentle caress of Ayato's fingers under his sweater were enough to make his brain stir, causing Thoma to—

Wait a moment....

Ayato's fingers.. under his sweater??

What- How did they get there? His hands repeatedly patted at his abdomen where Ayato's hands currently rested against his thin undershirt, protected by the fluffy material of his new sweater. Surely he would've noticed Ayato's sneaky hands slipper under the hem of his sweater, yet somehow they've managed to evade his watch.

"Something the matter?" His tone was innocent, yet there was that familiar artificial tinge to his lord's sickenly sweet voice.

Something was up.

"M'lord.." Thoma's voice tremored as it dawned that he most likely played into whatever the devil himself had planned.

Yet the sickly sweet gestures persisted, now with gentle but firm grip to undoubtedly keep Thoma in place the minute he attempted an escape. "The little holes in the sweater are so convenient," Ayato explained, perfectly reading Thoma's mind. "They make it so convenient for times like these."

"Holes?! Why does the sweater have holes?! Did you not have the budget for fabric?" Thoma couldn't even begin to wrap his head around what purpose this would serve, let alone how he never noticed such a detail, or lack thereof, in the first place. This would teach him to never get too excited over what should've been a harmless gift, archon forbid.

Ayato hummed in response, drumming his fingers against Thoma's torso that made the blond fidget. "Ah, you seem to be misunderstood," he sing-songed, his chin resting atop Thoma's shoulder. "It's an intended feature, of course. I can show you, if you'd like."

He was too afraid to ask, not that it mattered in the end.

"Wah- no! Nohoho! Whahahat are you dohohoing?!"

"Mm, is it not obvious?"

It was a rhetorical question, no doubt, yet there was a sliver of hope that Thoma himself was mistaken, only for those thoughts to be quickly dashed when Ayato's hands persisted, running up the length of Thoma's torso, each touch penetrating the thin material of his undershirt to make the blond squirm. His body twisted and squirmed in response, his own hands grasping uselessly at the other set currently messing with him, anything to escape whatever Ayato had planned.

"Isn't it excellent? A comfy sweater designed for easy access to tickle its wearer," Ayato expressed in low tone, bordering a whisper, though he made no attempt at masking the amusement in his voice.

"B-But you tihihickle mehehe all the tihihime!" Thoma managed through his snickers, squealing when one of Ayato's hands sneakily squeezed at one of his pecs.

"But this is more fun, no?"

"NOHOho!" The desperate cry was enough for Ayato to laugh alongside the giggly retainer, a contrasting mix to Thoma's own frantic laughter. He could just picture the smirk playing on his lips. "EheheheHAHA! Let gohoho! Stahahap!"

"Mmm, but I don't believe I can, even if I wanted to," Ayato remarked. "If you keep moving, my hands will be tangled up in the sweater. Best you do your best and sit still."

But he couldn't, not with how methodical the tickling was. Ayato wasn't the type to go in for the kill, as Thoma knew very well, often going through the bits and pieces in a more systemic way. A pinch to his side, tweaks to his ribs, finger drabbles along his underarms, even going so far to poke at his navel. Thoma could never get a read when he needed it the most, often distracted by Ayato's signature brand of teasing that somehow elevated the subtle pricks into something more unbearable, dissolving Thoma into helpless giggles the further his defenses broke down.

"And, y'know, why stop at sweaters?" Ayato pondered over Thoma's laughter. "Pants with slits at the hips, some modified tabis, maybe even just borrowing a crop top from the traveler."

The teases were enough to send Thoma over the edge, unable to protest once Ayato went down the list of clothing choices he could potentially threaten Thoma with. Laughter after laughter poured over, filling the small storage room with hapless shrieks as Ayato's hands made the most of the custom sweater and its unfortunate victim.

"HeheHAHA! No! Cohohome ohohon! Stahahap PLEAHAH-!"

Despite the menace Ayato often lived up to be, there was still the other side of the coin, the merciful part that knew not overburden his favorite tickle victim. Per routine, the tickling ebbed to a relaxed rhythm, still procuring giggles, while allowing Thoma more leeway to breathe, before his fingers came to steady stop, drumming along Thoma's torso once more as they awaited the blond's next action. Now, with the loosened grip, Thoma used the opportunity to quickly detach himself from Ayato before his lord could have a change of heart, allowing himself to catch his breath, ignoring the smug smirk that Ayato wore well.

"I'm fixing this sweater," Thoma finally exhaled.

"No! You absolutely cannot!" There was a genuine tinge of disappointment behind Ayato's voice, one that didn't commonly occur. "I put a lot of effort into making this."

"Yeah, a lot of effort for evil," Thoma snapped with a tilt of his head.

"It started out with love, I assure you," Ayato explained, shifting his eyes about. "I might have gotten sidetracked during the process, but I can make you a normal one, as long as you promise to keep this one.. and maybe occasionally wear it every once in a while."

Thoma opened his mouth to respond, only for a sigh to escape his lips at the ridiculous request, yet the puppy eyes Ayato flashed him practically forced him to reconsider. "Alright, alright."

"Fantastic!" Ayato's eyes lit up at the response.

"Uh-uh, but on one condition," Thoma tacked on, earning himself a curious glance. "I get to make you an identical piece. That way we'll be matching for sweater weather."

#thomato #thoma #ayato #genshin impact #tickling

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HSBC direction and character writing

So the team has released the writer's commentary early to the public most likely because they know how inflammatory the last update is/has been and wanted to get the reasoning behind it out there. Going to be going through it piece by piece here. Disclaimer: None of my opinions and thoughts are directed at the people as individuals and any criticism is directed at the writing itself. With that said, lets start off. Haven saying “this is the update where we’re gonna see if people are really rockin’ with us or not.” Lmao yep and I can assure you that I'm not one of them. I think we're seeing the end results though of a years bleeding fandom here though. Most people who enjoyed Homestuck either didn't read the epilogues or HS2 because they knew it was something they wouldn't like and didn't care for the direction of taking away the kids victory and giving them some new battle to fight while hurting each character. Those remaining are primarily people who are curious, neutral, or liked the official releases after Homestuck ended. Among them I'm sure a fair amount have liked this because this is already a work catered to them and what they want for better or worse. Anyways, moving on. So the next part just goes over everyone liking Yiffy and her getting a voice and all that, not much to comment on here. Which is a non issue except still making Rose and Jade call their kid a type of porn and keeping that was such a choice, but hey silly candy timeline right? Okay moving on to the conversation that matters. Okay starting with Floral: "Kanaya has long earned this confrontation and she’s not going to accept anything less than the truth." JAMES: This is the funniest line in Homestuck. This is so fucking funny because she gets cut off half way through and then the you fucked my wife being memed to hell in back both took any bite out of it and visibly made me cringe to read. Kanaya is mad here but there are other ways to write it. Would have loved to see a rant about "If you loved me so much Jade why would you betray my trust? Why would you not speak to me. Now you choose to spit in my face like this?" Etc etc. I may genuinely re-write every Kanaya part in this log at some point. I did do an alt version already but that's neither here nor there. Compliments for the art which deserve it! BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP GOING "Pretty art" AND EXCUSE BAD WRITING. I've had to read "I'm just using it as a picture book" and "I skipped through the logs" way too fucking much. JAMES: This one was for the sapphics. The most important demographic that exists. ... saying this while obliterating the biggest endgame sapphic romance? But hey guys!! Kanaya's hot right? This makes it all better :) Especially considering compared to Homestuck proper the epilogues and HS2 have just felt actively hostile towards sapphics FLORAL: This scene is also only one small part of the larger puzzle, bridging between what already existed in HS2 to what we want to do deeper into HS:BC. A puzzle that most of us aren't going to want to figure out. The question of if something is bad for the first 500-1000 pages is it worth consuming will always be no. Also points of expanding the border of Homestuck 1 BUT WE NEVER GET TO SEE THIS. I'm going to hit more on this later but Rose specifically there's so little or no direct foundational build up to her current character choices.

MILES: Yeah, seriously. I felt viscerally going in that it was really important that Kanaya get some time to just be a stone cold bitch, both in the context of this particular marital fuck-up and in general. She deserves it. So I'm on my hands and knees begging you guys to learn how to write badass powerful women that doesn't involve them just getting angry because their wife cheated. Hands and fucking knees. This goes for any writing in general but if you have to develop a character through purely negative experiences I'm not sure you should be writing. This whole entire scenario with Rosemary is such a cheap drama soap opera point to begin with (like a lot of HS2). Why can't we let Kanaya be her own fucking person and have shit going on, do something in the war, get to have moments like this in relation to Jane.

FLORAL: Was so excited for this panel when we were first outlining the update. I had a lot of feelings about how we should move forward from the initial Yiffy reveal, but justification for these narrative choices only matter inside of the text itself, and this is only a tip of a much larger iceberg.

That said, what has always appealed to me the most about Candy in Beyond Canon is that it’s an opportunity to explore alt. selves to the max and start finding the missing “Meat” to Candy’s unbalanced and unsatisfying narrative. The irony for me on this is it was written about the fucking Jojo ass posing Rose which is in my opinion the worst panel in the update. Rose being turned into a comical villain for the sole reason of shaking things up in Candy. Justifications in the text is a great way of putting it and before this we had very very little. The idea of telling us afterwards well it was all apart of the grand plan when barely any time ago we have Rose thanking John for how happy she was to have her life the way it is here. Rose suddenly going ahh apathy my true love and going from a loveable and complex character to this flat cardboard cut out is the biggest crime of this update. The I knew you would forgive me part too. Just. GIRL HOW?? Rose Lalonde who first lost her seer powers in Candy, second the same girl who couldn't even see her friends all dying and her failing in game over. This girl? She saw 15 YEARS INTO THE FUTURE and knew Kanaya would just get it. Roll over like a good wife and be okay. I didn't know she was a seer of time now? This is the worst line in the entire update simply because it implies that Rose has gone off the deep end in the least interesting way and is now an unreliable narrator or that Kanaya is actually going to forgive her and holy fuck that would be the actual worst way to take this. Not beating the NTR kink allegations HS2 writers. Also spoiler alert it's unsatisfying because everyone in it gets fucked over by writing choices as baseless and useless as these. You're perpetuating the problem.

HAVEN: The world hasn't felt real to Rose since she was 16, this life is like a game to her. For her, a war is just “something to do.” Also man while this was a route that I didn't like for the epilogues either there are so many other ways to handle this than the one chosen. But that would require a rewrite from the start of HS2 which already put on this shit show. I still wholeheartedly believe that none of the things listed here justify Rose's behavior to Kanaya. As the one anchor point she's had her entire adult life. FLORAL: It’s a little sad that even during a Rosemary moment, it's never really about Rosemary, huh? Then later- "There really needed to be a joke here, too, to sell the emotional drop the next page brings" Kettle, meet pot. Whatever could be the cause for nothing ever being about them and the pair being relegated to background bullshit? Who's to say indeed. But hey! They're at the forefront now, and only for the most basic and cheap drama ways. Also I loathe this mentality about there needing to be a joke. You're clearly writing this for adults at this point a joke isn't required a real look at the situation is. The gag at the end where the convo gets ended is enough to break the tension for the reader.

FLORAL: There’s catalyst events, sure, but ask a few questions and it becomes apparent everything rides on the history of smaller fights, disappointment, sweeped away passive aggressions, miscommunication and unsaid hurt feelings.

This is why writing characters in their 40’s is great and why there is so much to do in Candy. Behind all the patented Homestuck misdirection and narrative unreliability, you’re left with an offshoot full of alternate selves at their lowest, layered in apathy and evidently not saying what they think Once again we aren't shown this. We just get told about it later and that's incredibly unsatisfying as a reader. Explaining it further down the line and doing more justification later does not help this either. I think also the idea that everyone in their middle aged years is jaded and apathetic is such a lame ass direction to go in. The idea that no one is allowed to be happy after everything they went through in the game is still one of the most frustrating things. I'm asking anyone why would someone want to read that? Why do you think the fandom imploded after this and that the people left mostly enjoy either soap opera trauma or torture porn (which HS2 is both)

like sitting down with a highschool friend you lost touch with 20 years ago and have only known about through concerning Facebook posts. So we're fully aware of the problem and just going this is a feature. Got it. So the commentary ends there and I'm just kind of left feeling as hollow and empty as before. I have zero faith that we can dig into any of these characters in a meaningful way but especially the more complicated women. This reads as coming back to them 20 years later so we can write them how we want or how we envisioned them without having to come up with in text validation. Reminds me of late season Game of Thrones writing. Guys how we got here is important. Anyways in summary HS2 remains a dour, unfun read of characters going through a perpetual state of torture and emotional suffering while we forever get told "Wait but there's more!" But hey. Happy Rosemary, glad they won that poll. Maybe the little thing James is going to do for the fandom is just kill them off to save them from this torment. As a writer myself it's just painful to read and I want to re-write it all times

#homestuck #hsbc #upd8 #Rose Lalonde #Kanaya Maryam #Rosemary #Hicu #HS2 #homestuck 2 #hom3stuck

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teyamskxawng · 11 months

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What Once Was [II]

Lo'ak Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Neteyam Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Previously: I

The rundown: You're confused and Lo'ak is skating around his feelings and everything is a mess.

Warnings: language, love triangle (but this chapter is Lo’ak heavy), jealousy, suggestive themes, miscommunication, angst, Lo'ak can't handle change, Lo'ak is emotionally immature, everyone is kind of oblivious, characters are aged up

WC: 6.0k

A/N: heating up one side of the love triangle in this chapter! and i finally know how i'm going to end this fic...it's not how i initially intended and it'll be kind of really sad for one of the brothers, but you'll just have to wait and see ig >:)

You're only half paying attention as you trail behind your friend, Näatoä, as she skillfully navigates through the rows of your fellow clanspeople gathered around Hometree's center. Everyone's deeply immersed in their evening meals, chatting and laughing together just like any other night. Näatoä's eyes scan the surroundings intently, searching for a vacant spot for both of you to settle down and eat. All the while, she animatedly chats away about something or the other from her day, the words just spilling out as she talks to you over her shoulder.

Honestly, you're doing a fairly decent job of feigning interest in the conversation—occasionally throwing in a well-timed "mhm" or an enthusiastic "wow" every so often. You're committed to being a good friend; you swear you are. However, tonight your mind is all scattered, entirely preoccupied with the events from earlier in the day.

Ever since returning from your excursion, there's been this nagging sensation tugging at the edge of your conscience—a feeling you can't quite shake off. It's like a massive, dark storm cloud that stubbornly refuses to dissipate. Your nerves are all tangled after witnessing what was undoubtedly the catalyst for yet another heated exchange between Lo'ak and Neteyam. Though you only caught a mere fraction of the confrontation, there's no questioning its inevitable intensification in your mind. Lately, it feels like they're always at each other's throats like that. No matter how hard you try to dismiss it as trivial sibling rivalry or youthful indiscretion, it's impossible to ignore the fact that their confrontations have grown increasingly frequent as of late.

You genuinely hate seeing their relationship deteriorate this way. The mystery of how Jake and Neytiri manage to cope with such constant friction between those two is beyond you. It just doesn't make sense. The fact is, Lo'ak and Neteyam are brothers, and they seriously need to start acting like it. They should be learning to embrace their bond instead of perpetually defying it.

As you wander through the bustling crowd around Hometree with Näatoä still chattering away by your side, all these concerns refuse to leave you alone—spiraling around and around in your thoughts.

Straining your neck to see beyond a towering group of Na'vi gathered in front of you, your eyes scan the dimly lit den with an intensity fueled by your need to find any clue of the Sully family's whereabouts. Admittedly, your search is probably a little frantic and unfocused, a fact only underscored by your inability to avoid tripping over your own two feet. Except they’re not your feet—no, those feet belong to Näatoä. And there you are, gracelessly hurtling straight into her back.

"Vonvä'! Watch it," she hisses irritably, swiftly spinning around on the very heel you had stepped on. As she turns, her hand darts out to flick you hard, right in the middle of your forehead—an act that may have been deserved but still caused you to wince and bite back a curse at how painfully it stung.

Staggering backward a little from the impact, fate would have it that you manage to step on the tuft of yet another unfortunate bystander's tail.

The resulting commotion catches the attention of several curious onlookers, their judgemental gazes swiveling in your direction as you scramble to play off the debacle with a hurried apology.

"Sorry," you mutter hastily to both Näatoä and the poor unsuspecting Na'vi, attempting a feeble wave in their general direction while simultaneously trying to soothe the now-throbbing spot on your forehead. Näatoä clicks her tongue disapprovingly, but you notice a faint smile playing on her lips as she loops her arm around yours and pulls you down to sit next to her on the floor.

"Eat," she commands, firmly nudging your bowl of food in your direction with one hand while simultaneously grabbing her own with the other. "Before your clumsy ass knocks out the entire clan," she adds under her breath, though still audible enough for you to hear.

"It's not like I intended for everyone to be directly in my path," you mumble defensively, your words slightly garbled due to the generous mouthful of food you're trying to chew.

She rolls her eyes, and you're not entirely sure if it's because of your lack of table manners or the thick layer of sarcasm that coated your previous statement. One thing you're certain about, though, is that she's currently employing her best imitation of sympathetic understanding by nodding her head in faux agreement. "Mhm, sure, sure," she plays along. Pausing to study you for a moment, she finally inquires, "Who were you looking for, anyway? You clearly were not listening to me."

A mix of curiosity and amusement momentarily replaces her irritation as she watches your eyes conspicuously dart away from hers.

"I wasn't looking for anyone," you say, shrugging your shoulders dismissively and giving your head a firm shake. You hope it comes across as more convincing than it sounds to your own ears. And as if the universe has a twisted sense of humor, that's precisely when the whole Sully family decides to enter the den.

Your eyes quickly dart across the room as you watch all six of them make their way toward the spread of food occupying the center of the room. Instantly, your ears perk up in curious anticipation, and your gaze somehow inevitably finds its way to Lo'ak, who appears just about as pissed off at the world as he did earlier that afternoon.

It's unnerving.

Sure, Lo'ak tends to slip into these little moods every now and then, but he usually snaps out of it within a few hours or so. More importantly, he doesn't let these moods get in the way of your friendship. Yet this time feels different; he's been like this for most of the entire day—just stewing in his silent, stony sulkiness. All that just because you decided to invite Neteyam to join you.

You're yanked back from your momentary reverie by the sound of Näatoä's laughter ringing throughout your ears.

"Oh, Eywa, y/n," Näatoä says, shaking her head in disbelief. "You could not lie to save your life," She tries to stifle her snickers, but they continue to escape her in a stream of unabashed peals. You whip your head around to find Näatoä's eyes trained on the very same spot yours lingered just moments ago.

You sneak one more furtive glance at Lo'ak's deadpan face before reluctantly turning back to confront Näatoä. Her eyes are wide, brimming with amusement, and you can't help but roll your own eyes in response. Eager to avoid the conversation, you begin devouring your meal like it's a lifeline. It's a distraction–something, anything else to focus on apart from her relentless teasing.

However, as you hurriedly stuff a piece of sturmbeest into your mouth and sneak a peek back at Näatoä, you're met with an unimpressed expression of disbelief staring back at you. As she tilts her head, she gives you an expectant look that reminds you of a parent waiting for their guilty child to come clean and explain themselves. With a heavy sigh that seems to escape from the deepest depths within you, your eyes once again flit upward to Hometree as though seeking divine intervention.

Feeling cornered, you manage to say, "Okay, I was looking for Neteyam," even though it's kind of a lie. Näatoä is right—when it comes to lying, you're notoriously bad at it. With this sudden realization gnawing at the edge of your consciousness, you shift uncomfortably in your seat. Feeling self-conscious and eager to defend yourself, you scramble for something more convincing.

"He looks good today," tumbles out of your mouth as an afterthought, and it's definitely a little bit less of a lie.

You're admittedly suspicious of Näatoä's peculiar and uncharacteristic silence as you nudge at the remaining food in your bowl. You fully expected some kind of snarky response or at least a little quip in response to your admission. The unnerving silence hangs heavy in the air, stretching out for a few seconds too many. Your curiosity eventually gets the better of you, compelling you to hesitantly lift your eyes from the remnants of your meal to take a peek at her face.

As expected, Näatoä is already staring right back at you—her yellow eyes all narrowed and her lips pulled up into a self-satisfied grin.

"What?" Your voice comes out as a hesitant whisper, unable to conceal just how thoroughly disconcerted you are by her unreadable expression.

Entirely out of the blue, Näatoä casually remarks, "So you think Lo'ak looks good, too."

For a moment, you're completely baffled by the statement, unsure of how she even arrived at that conclusion. You let out a scoff, probably a little louder than necessary. She always seems to do this—persistently attempting to insinuate that there's some sort of unspoken chemistry between you and Lo'ak, despite your constant reassurances that absolutely nothing is going on. It has never been like that between the two of you.

"I said Neteyam," you clarify with an exasperated tone, firmly grasping her ear and speaking into it in a bid to make your point penetrate through her thick skull.

With some effort, Näatoä wriggles away from your grip and manages to free her ear from your pinching fingers; however, her expression remains unchanged. If anything, it broadens into an even more sinister grin—all her sparkling-white teeth on full display—seeming to feed off the frustration reflected in your expression.

"You do not think they look alike?" she inquires innocently, her gaze drifting towards the two subjects of your conversation. Casually and needlessly clarifying the glaringly obvious fact for you, she adds, "They're brothers." You bite back the urge to sarcastically retort, 'No shit,' out of pure spite.

Your eyes can't help but follow suit, and you watch Lo'ak and Neteyam as they trail behind their family, each carrying a bowl of food in their hands. They both wear similar bored expressions on their faces. It's like they're perfectly synchronized as they sit down in unison and pick up identical pieces of fruit from their respective bowls. It's at that very moment that their eyes find yours, which are already gazing intently in their direction.

It's too late to pretend you weren't watching them, so you just offer a weak smile, trying to play it casual. You then quickly avert your eyes, focusing back on the food in front of you.

And now you're all conflicted, because admitting that Lo'ak is handsome was never something you allowed yourself to do. He's just Lo'ak. You see his stupid face every single day without it ever bothering you. However, deep down inside, you know he's undeniably good-looking. In fact, he's probably very good-looking by most people's standards, given how you hear some of your friends go on and on about him. But there's a huge difference between finding someone objectively attractive and being genuinely attracted to them.

You're not attracted to Lo'ak. Maybe you're attracted to Neteyam, but definitely not to your best friend. They don't even look remotely similar; Näatoä is just being a skxawng for the sake of humor, right? Right. At least, that's what you keep telling yourself in an attempt to calm down your sudden uproar of emotion.

It's really no surprise when you hear the unmistakable chime of Näatoä's laughter filling the air beside you.

"Shut up," you whisper under your breath, not even bringing yourself to look in her direction. You're well aware that your face is turning a deep shade of purple, and that would almost certainly spur her on even more. As much as Näatoä tries to suppress her snickers with the back of her hand, she's failing miserably at it, and you have to pinch her leg hard to finally get her to knock it off.

Fortunately, as the meal progresses, Näatoä manages to rein in her teasing antics, allowing the atmosphere to shift into one of relative peace. Your previous stress starts to wither away, the pressure that was once heavy on your shoulders begins to ease, and you're relieved that things seem to have settled down for the time being.

And surprisingly, Lo'ak's demeanor seems to have changed for the better. Amidst all the quiet munching and chit-chatting, as your fellow clanspeople are concluding their meals and winding up their conversations, you can't help but feel his eyes on you. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you catch his gaze once more. You regard him with a puzzled expression, your face scrunched up in confusion.

Lo'ak genuinely smiles at you—a warm and sincere smile that makes you instantly feel at ease. Then, he subtly tilts his head toward the outskirts of Hometree. Your gaze naturally follows the trajectory of his discreet gesture, and you find yourself filled with an unparalleled surge of joy.

You don't even need him to say anything else; you understand what Lo'ak is proposing: another one of your late-night adventures through the forest after dinner. It’s always been one of your favorite activities from your childhood—the memories of you and Lo'ak stealthily slipping out past Hometree, blatantly defying curfew and avoiding the watchful eyes of your elders with adventurous hearts still bring a smile to your face. Those shared moments built the foundation of the unbreakable bond between the two of you—a bond so special that words fail to do it justice. And even still, each of your late-night treks serves as a reminder of your unwavering closeness. The mere thought of it makes your heart race with anticipation, and it's like your mood instantly heightens tenfold.

There's no need for further discussion or confirmation; your enthusiastic nod toward Lo'ak speaks volumes about your eagerness to accept his invitation. That simple gesture reveals the child-like excitement bubbling inside you as visions of rediscovering the forest with him flash before your eyes.

In record time, you stuff the last remaining bits of food into your mouth

and offer a hasty farewell to a perplexed-looking Näatoä. Then, with an invigorated spark in your eyes, you swiftly rise to your feet and navigate through the crowded den full of Na'vi toward the exit.

The anxiety that had been plaguing you earlier now feels like a distant memory as you emerge onto the well-worn path just beyond the edge of Hometree. The encroaching darkness makes it difficult to see, so you squint your eyes, scanning your surroundings in the hopes of spotting Lo'ak. Almost on cue, you're greeted by a familiar four-fingered hand mischievously wrapping around the back of your neck. The sensation tickles, causing an involuntary squeak to escape from you as you instinctively hunch your shoulders for protection, which only succeeds in trapping his hand even more firmly in place. You probably look stupid, and Lo'ak's snort of laughter basically confirms your suspicions. Despite numerous instances of this exact situation playing out in the past, you never learn.

"You're not allowed to touch my neck," you gasp out between gritted teeth while struggling to dislodge his hand from its entrenched position. In your efforts, you dig your nails into his hand with a little more force than necessary, but he deserves it.

You could swear that Lo'ak is quietly mocking you under his breath as he hastily withdraws his hand from your vice-like grip with a pained grimace.

"Come on," he says, this time clear enough for you to hear. He casts a glance your way and good-naturedly shakes his head at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. His grin is infectious as he takes the lead, plunging boldly ahead into the dense forest—and without any hesitation or delay, you happily trail behind him.

Together, under the forest canopy dappled by moonlight and shadows stretching along the dirt path beneath your feet, you forge ahead through rich foliage and night sounds carried on a soft breeze. Like always, you take deep breaths of the fresh evening air as you move through the lush flora. The crisp night air fills your lungs while nocturnal critters rustle in the underbrush nearby like a comforting symphony of life.

It's completely dark out, save for patches of bioluminescence shimmering within the forest's depths, by the time you and Lo'ak finally find a spot where you can stop for a while and just revel in each other's company, completely immersed in the natural world around you.

Here in this hidden corner of the forest, the two of you sit side by side on a moss-covered log, your legs swinging gently off its side. You're resting on the edge of a steep drop-off, the quiet world unfolding beneath you. The breathtaking panorama of the entire forest landscape lays out before you–trees stretching out as far as the eye can see, their leaves shimmering under the light of a million stars. The cool night air brushes past your skin, almost as if the forest is whispering its secrets just for you.

The beauty of your surroundings envelops you, and for a moment, you feel completely at ease. Just for a moment, though. Because just as soon as you start to settle into the tranquility, an eerie quiet settles in, and your brain begins to race, pulling you forcibly back into the confusing chaos that is reality. Your thoughts ricochet between the palpable tension stewing between Lo'ak and Neteyam—a tension that you're about 95% sure is entirely of your own making—to Näatoä's quips that are seemingly light-hearted and casual but at the same time carry weighty truths within them. You're increasingly aware of the fact that you might find your best friend—the guy sitting next to you at this very moment—attractive. All these thoughts and realizations crash together until there's so much tension in the air that it suffocates the once-peaceful landscape.

As you sit there ruminating on all these complex emotions, memories of countless nights spent side by side with Lo'ak—your closest confidant—flood your mind. Nights where both of you basked in each other's company, wrapped in a comforting silence that now feels so foreign to you. The silence that envelops the two of you now is anything but comfortable—a stark contrast to the past. It's thick and heavy with unspoken emotions threatening to swallow both of you whole.

Your heart pounds in your chest as every tiny detail around you seems to come into focus. You're suddenly hyper-aware of yourself, of the way you're sitting, of the way you're breathing, of the way you're fidgeting. And just like that, you convince yourself that Lo'ak can undoubtedly sense your escalating anxiety. And he is, you decide, definitely acting weird, too, which only fuels your growing unease. This strange dance between silence and apprehension leaves you feeling like you're floating outside the realm of reality. You're surprised by how much you regret agreeing to spend time with Lo'ak tonight. It's a disconcerting thought, given how close the two of you are. He's your best friend, But even now, as he sits right beside you, he seems far, far away. This newfound distance looms like a mountain between you and him, something imperceptible yet undeniably real.

This dissonance starts to gnaw at you from within; confusion swirls through your mind until it's nearly suffocating. You feel a desperate need to distance yourself from Lo'ak before things spiral out of control and you do something stupid.

Gathering every ounce of willpower, you force yourself to stand up and walk away for a moment, hoping to regain some semblance of composure. Distracted by your inner turmoil, you barely avoid tripping over a protruding tree root in your path. The unmistakable sound of beads clashing together in Lo'ak's hair reaches your ears, and you know he must be whipping his head around to watch your graceless departure. Muttering a curse under your breath, you resolve to pay more attention to where you're stepping and make a genuine effort not to fall flat on your face.

Choosing to ignore Lo'ak's watchful gaze, you shift your focus to the ground beneath your feet. You inhale deeply; take a moment of respite. You need it. The nocturnal world vibrates with life as dimly glowing flora light up your path, and each one of your steps awakes a spark of luminance beneath your feet. On any other night, this moonlit scenery would have you pausing at every flowering plant and reaching out to brush every radiant leaf in captivated wonder.

But tonight, none of it seems to stir your emotions. Your thoughts are far, far away.

To shake off this suffocating feeling, you feign interest in a nearby bioluminescent plant that glimmers in the corner of your eye, its surface shimmering with residual moisture from an earlier downpour.

You zone out slightly as the rhythmic pitter-patter of water droplets falls onto the illuminated leaves. Half-heartedly watching the display before you, each time a droplet makes contact with the plant's surface, it changes colors and brightens the surrounding shadows just a bit. Mesmerizing greens and blues dance over its exterior in hypnotic sequences. Yet even amidst such beauty, you find yourself feeling disconnected from it all.

Lo'ak's voice interrupts your thoughts as he asks from his position on the ground, "What are you looking at?" You barely register his question as it reaches your consciousness and floats around like another leaf in the wind. You don't even bother to turn around to look at him; you know his curious gaze remains fixed on you.

"Nothing," you respond nonchalantly, and it's not even really a lie. You're lost in your thoughts, letting your eyes bore aimlessly into the swirling colors of the bioluminescent plant before you.

Lo'ak seems to accept your answer at first, staying quiet as if giving you your space. You assume he's decided to drop his probing at that, leaving you to your wandering thoughts. But it's not even ten seconds before you hear the soft crunch of his footsteps gradually approaching from the distance. Soon enough, you sense the warmth of his presence right behind you. Like, seriously right behind you.

He's so close that you can pick up on every tiny inhale and exhale he takes as he breathes, and it sends goosebumps across your skin. The air feels electric as Lo'ak wraps his arms around your middle, his chin nestling comfortably in the crook where your neck meets your shoulder. He fits there perfectly, as if that little spot was made specifically for him.

"You okay?" he asks in a soft murmur, genuine concern lacing his voice. As he speaks, you can feel the rumble of his words resonate through your entire being from your closeness.

This level of closeness isn't entirely out of character for you both; you were naturally touchy from years of friendship. But something about this particular moment feels different: more profound, more intensely charged. It's a heightened sensitivity that causes your heart to skip a beat.

You don't trust yourself to speak, so you simply nod in assurance. But that makes your cheeks inadvertently brush against one another's, which in turn makes your heart feel like it's about to explode from your chest. Every part of you seems to react to the minute touch. Your ears twitch nervously, and your tail thrashes wildly, smacking Lo'ak standing behind you. Your gaze falls to a random spot on the forest floor, as if it could somehow calm the rapid beating of your heart.

But Lo'ak doesn't make things any easier. Instead, he starts tracing dizzying little patterns on the sensitive skin just above the edge of your loincloth with his thumb. It makes the muscles in your stomach tense up, but before you can even begin to gather yourself and process what's happening, Lo'ak's lips softly press against the curve of your shoulder. It's hesitant, but it's there. It's a kiss, not just some figment of your imagination.

Lo'ak grows bolder with every tender kiss he plants—first onto the jut of your collarbone and then gently into the crook of your neck. Somewhere amid this flurry of tender affection, your eyes close without your permission and your breath starts coming out all airy and high. Each point where his lips come into contact with your skin sends shivers down your spine, a storm of tingles so strong and still somehow so delicate. Lo'ak's arms tighten around you, and in response, you tilt your head to the side in an unspoken invitation for him to continue doing whatever the fuck it is that he's doing to you. You're not sure what it is or what it even means at this point. All you know is that it feels so good.

A murmured "Lo'ak" escapes from your lips without any real forethought. You're so out of it, not even sure of the intended purpose behind saying his name aloud, but the breathiness of your voice only seems to spur him further into action.

As if compelled by an unseen force, Lo'ak's hands slide from your front, his fingers fluidly tracing the curves of your hips. They travel upwards, following the contour of your waist and pulling you even closer into his embrace. Your head dips forward, and Lo'ak takes advantage of your momentary shift to nose at the nape of your neck. He's soft and insistent as he breathes you in, pressing tender kisses into the delicate skin there.

He's like an anchor. You willingly sink into his touch, allowing yourself to be consumed by it as you press yourself closer into him, closer into the firmness at the front of his loincloth. Lo'ak's shuddering breath brushes warmly against your neck.

You can feel his fingers dancing across your skin, exploring every contour and curve as they move lower, down towards your stomach. Just barely grazing over the fabric of your own loincloth, his touch comes tantalizingly close to that one spot where desire pools and threatens to overflow. It wouldn't even take much; all he'd have to do is just nudge your legs apart, slip his fingers beneath the hem of your loincloth–

Your entire being seems to crave him with an inexplicable intensity. This sudden longing is all-encompassing, completely overwhelming in its power, unlike anything you've ever experienced. You feel overwhelmed by the very idea; just contemplating the possibility is enough to push you to the limits because you've never let yourself feel that way about Lo'ak. Ever.

As if on cue, reality asserts itself with a sharp jolt that clears away any lingering fogginess from your mind. The scene that moments ago felt like a hazy dream now stands starkly before you in sharp relief.

This is Lo'ak—the same Lo'ak who has never displayed any signs or shown any inclination of wanting anything more than a pure, platonic friendship. Yet, here he is, just inches away from crossing that line.

"Wait. Lo'ak, stop." Your voice is firm, no longer caught in the confusion that clouded your mind moments ago.

And that brings Lo'ak to an abrupt halt, his lips lingering on your neck for half a second before he pulls away with lightning speed. He almost pushes you away from him in his haste, taking a full step back and blinking down at you like an idiot. You'd laugh at him if the situation wasn't so dire.

"What are you doing?" you question him point-blank, devoid of any humor. Your voice feels like it's lodged firmly in your throat.

For a moment, Lo'ak stands there before you as if shocked by your question. His chest heaves with how hard he's breathing, and he stumbles over his words as he attempts to find an explanation that'd make sense of his actions. "Shit... I'm sorry... I just..."

His voice trails off into nothingness. It's like his brain has suddenly given up on trying to form coherent words. Observing his evident difficulty in explaining himself, your expression shifts to a mix of annoyance and confusion at his sudden hesitance. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing just moments ago when he had you all pressed against him.

With growing frustration, you decide to push Lo'ak even further. "You just what?" you demand impatiently. Lo'ak can't seem to maintain eye contact, his eyes darting away from you as he nervously licks his lips. You can almost see the gears in his mind turning, attempting to catch up with the pace of the conversation.

At long last, it seems as though he finally manages to gather up his scattered thoughts.

"You seriously don't know?" he asks, which only serves to confuse you even more.

"Obviously, I don't know!" By this point, your irritation with Lo'ak is reaching its peak. You're about two seconds away from strangling him.

"I can't stop thinking about you," he admits quietly, leaving your breath hitched in your throat. "It's not like how friends think about each other, though. It's been building up inside me, and it all just...came out. I don't know."

His unexpected confession takes you entirely by surprise; however, that tiny flame of anger still flickers within the depths of your soul, refusing to be snuffed out quite so easily. You weren't born yesterday—you're well aware that this sudden whirlwind of emotions has something to do with your recent closeness to Lo'ak's brother. You've sensed the palpable tension between them whenever you're in their company. The only thing puzzling you is why you hadn't picked up on Lo'ak's apparent feelings for you sooner. It's not like your conversations had ever veered into this kind of territory before.

"Why did this suddenly surface now, of all times? As soon as I start to get close to Neteyam?" you ask, completely overwhelmed with uncertainty and confusion. "You've never shown any interest in wanting to do–"

With a futile sweeping gesture of your hand, you try to wordlessly convey everything Lo'ak did to you, every complicated emotion and tingling sensation he evoked. None of it could be put into words.

"–all of that stuff," you finally say, even as the memories send a flush of heat crawling up your cheeks.

Lo'ak seems to recoil from the conversation. His voice lowers to a barely audible whisper, and his eyes shift away, uneasy about meeting yours as he mutters his next words. "Because I never let myself believe someone could come in and take you from me like he did."

This sudden confession sends your emotions spiraling into new territory. A part of you fills with warmth as you realize just how much Lo'ak values your connection and how deeply he cherishes what lies between the two of you—something truly heartwarming. But an entirely different part of you wants to slap the taste out of his mouth for even insinuating that you're some kind of commodity, an item that he has claim over. The urge flares and fades as quickly as it arrives. That's a conversation for another time.

You press further, seeking clarity: "And what if Neteyam never came into the picture…? Is this just some stupid game you're trying to beat your brother at?"

A deafening silence hangs in the air as Lo'ak's ears pin flat against his skull. His eyes flicker all over your face, revealing an array of emotions difficult to decipher, and you're unsure if you even want to understand them. You don't know if it'd break your heart or not. He attempts to reach for your arm—a familiar gesture that usually brings you comfort, but you instinctively pull away, letting out a heavy sigh of frustration.

"I'm not a toy for you to mess around with, Lo'ak. Just spit it out. What is this?" You wave a hand back and forth between the two of you, almost frantically, desperation overpowering your self-control. You just need a clear answer.

"You're my best friend," Lo'ak says, but that isn't what you're looking for. If he's actually serious—if this isn't just a ploy to one-up his brother—then you need to hear him be honest about his feelings. So, you press him further with a pointed inquiry: "And?"

Lo'ak's eyebrows knit together as he stares at you like you've just asked him the most bizarre question.

"And what? What else is there to say?" As soon as those words leave Lo'ak's lips, you know he knows he fucked up. His eyes widen in panic as his mouth opens and closes like a stupid fish, scrambling to save face.

With an unimpressed huff of laughter, you shake your head at him—not a hint of genuine amusement present in the sound. Because he said it himself; you were just his best friend. Nothing else, nothing more than a tool to serve his chronic lack of self-confidence. Now that he's gotten his lick, he can go brag about it to his brother, and then he can go fuck himself.

You stand there, arms tightly crossed over your middle, gripping your elbows with such intensity that your skin turns pale beneath your fingers. But this only serves as a reminder of how Lo'ak had his arms around you, and that makes you want to throw up. Hastily releasing your grip, you uncross your arms and swallow back the sickening feeling of being used.

Your mother always tells you that you're too friendly, too naive and vulnerable for your own good. It's part of the reason why your parents encouraged you to be a warrior—so you could protect yourself from the people who have the wrong intentions. But you never let yourself think it'd be Lo'ak who would try to hurt you.

You feel yourself becoming increasingly detached from the present moment. There's nothing left here for you, no reason for the charade to continue any longer.

It's all so stupid. Everything about the situation is a mess; you can't stand being in Lo'ak's presence anymore. It's like you're seeing straight through him, like your best friend has suddenly morphed into someone you can barely recognize.

"Please just go away," you say to him, and to your embarrassment, your voice quakes with the intensity of emotions coursing through you. The overwhelming feeling is enough to make you avert your eyes from Lo'ak, choosing instead to turn completely around and refocus on the vast expanse of forest stretching out behind you. It doesn't really matter what you're looking at now—it could be an endless black void, for all you're aware. Your mind is consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts, and as you fight back the tears threatening to spill over, all you can think about is how much you want to crawl into the nearest hole and die.

"Y/n," Lo'ak tries, but your resolve remains steadfast, even more so as a burning tear leaves a trail down your cheek. Thankfully, Lo'ak isn't as stupid as you thought he was. Soon enough, his retreating footsteps echo away until they ultimately fade into the deep forest's embrace. You take this time to silently count in your head—

One... two... three...

—pushing yourself all the way up to one hundred before finally giving yourself permission to break this self-imposed stillness. Hastily, your hand darts up to erase any hints of tears from your cheeks while desperately trying to sniffle back those that still insist on escaping their confines.

Even though you heard Lo'ak's retreat, you can't help but cling to the irrational fear that he might still be lingering somewhere nearby. So, with a heavy sigh and reluctant hesitation, you decide to face your fears and take a good look around, just to put your mind at ease.

The forest is just as it was before: bathed in shadows and silence, save for the gentle humming of Pandoran night sounds that fill your ears. You're completely alone, and the weight of solitude hangs heavy on your shoulders.

You're still trying to decide whether you should be happy about that or not.

A/N: next chapter should be much more Neteyam-centric. that's all i'm gonna say tho

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sapphicromanoffxo · 8 months

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Lucky Ones | iii. Testing the waters

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Word count: 2697

Warnings: Gossiping, Dirty Talking, Degradation, Lost of Virginity, Oral sex, Fingering, Praise kink

Summary: Wanda spends her summer break back in the company and heard some slight gossips about Natasha. This caused for Wanda to ask questions to the older woman.

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The day was a whirlwind of chaos, with orders buzzing in every minute, tasks being tackled from left to right, and an atmosphere of palpable tension settling over the team. The groundbreaking ceremony had been rescheduled, casting a looming deadline of less than two months to finalise every plan and submit the necessary reports.

"God, I need a second cup of coffee. I'm on the brink of my sanity with all these excel sheets!" Sharon, Natasha's junior engineer, exclaimed with theatrical exasperation. "I have no idea how we'll manage to meet our target deadlines with these requests piling up," she added.

"I know exactly what you mean. These never-ending numbers and charts are giving me a pounding headache," Maria chimed in, empathising with Sharon's sentiments.

Wanda, ever the silent observer, chose to keep her inner thoughts to herself. Her reserved nature and preference for handling things smoothly guided her decision to listen rather than voice her concerns in the midst of the chaos.

"Wanda, you seem to be pulled in so many directions by Natasha. How are you managing with all of this?" Sharon inquired curiously, attempting to gauge Wanda's thoughts on the matter.

"It's undeniably stressful, but I don't have much choice except to follow her demands and try to get everything done as quickly as possible," Wanda replied candidly.

"Natasha usually has reasonable demands, but this project is on a whole different level. I can see how everyone is on edge whenever she's not satisfied with the results. She nearly fired Jennifer because of her incorrect calculations," Sharon shared with the two other ladies, recounting a recent mishap involving their colleague.

"Romanoff intimidates me to no end, to be honest. I'd crumble under her scrutiny. I couldn't handle it," Maria admitted.

As Wanda absorbed all this information about Natasha's management style and its impact on the team, it became clear that Natasha could be quite demanding when her expectations weren't met.

"Hey, Wanda, do you think that if Natasha had a partner, it might soften her up a bit?" Sharon asked mischievously, introducing a playful notion into the conversation.

Wanda found herself unsure of how to react to Sharon's probing question. She was uncomfortable with the topic, but before she could voice her feelings, Maria interjected, "Hush, Sharon. You're being too nosy!"

Sharon, undeterred, continued, "What? Aren't you curious? In the two years I've been working here, I've never once heard that she's dating anybody. For the record, there are also no known past lovers. How does she do it? She's undeniably attractive, anyone with eyes can see that."

Maria responded with a hint of skepticism, "I can't tell if you're genuinely curious because you admire her looks and want to commend her for that, or if you're just fixated on our boss's seemingly non existent love life."

"Whoever she dates must be incredibly lucky," Sharon said dreamily.

Wanda remained silently stunned in her seat, her mind racing with questions. Natasha's extreme privacy had her employees speculating about her romantic life. It also made Wanda contemplate her own situation. Did Natasha have past lovers who were once in the same position as her? Were they offered all the luxuries and responsibilities she currently enjoyed? Her thoughts began to spiral, bordering on overthinking.

"Don't worry about us, Wanda. We're just gossiping to take a break from this exhausting workload," Maria reassured her with a friendly smile.

Wanda simply nodded in acknowledgment and returned to her ongoing task. The hum of activity continued around her as she focused on her work.

Natasha sat in their house, nursing a glass of whiskey, and observed Wanda with a thoughtful gaze. She sensed something was on the younger woman's mind and decided to initiate a conversation.

"How was your day, sweetheart? I apologise for not being able to talk much during the day, there was so much to be done," Natasha inquired, her tone carrying a hint of genuine concern.

Wanda replied, "It's alright. I assisted Sharon and Maria while also working on the report you requested for today."

With a contemplative hum, Natasha finished the last drops of her whiskey, setting the glass aside. Wanda mustered the courage to broach a more personal topic.

"Natasha, there are some things I'm curious about, but I'm not sure if you'd be open to discussing them," she began tentatively.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "Well, that would depend on what you're curious about," she replied with a hint of intrigue.

Wanda proceeded cautiously, "I'm just curious about how you achieved such remarkable success at a young age. Becoming the CEO of M&A Engineering Corporation at 29 must have been an incredible milestone. It seems like you've been quite fortunate."

Natasha almost bristled at the word fortunate but her reaction remained guarded. "My father recognised my potential, and we started from there. I had to prove my worth, and it eventually led to me securing the position," she replied carefully, without revealing any key information about herself.

Wanda complimented her sincerely, "I truly admire your dedication and strength. Balancing work and studies is a challenging feat, and from what I've seen, you've excelled at it." Her words held a note of admiration and respect for Natasha's achievements.

"You'll reach great heights too, Wanda. I can see how you're building yourself up, and I'm confident you have a bright future ahead," Natasha replied, sharing her genuine belief in Wanda's potential.

"I have to thank you for that, I'm not sure I would have been able to finish my last semester without your support," Wanda expressed her gratitude.

Natasha responded, "I just did what needed to be done."

Curiosity still lingered in Wanda's mind, and she ventured further, "If you don't mind, can I ask more questions?"

Natasha, curious about the direction of the conversation, simply asked, "What's on your mind?"

Wanda inquired with great curiosity, "What were you like before you became a successful engineer? I mean, with your looks, I can imagine people falling at your feet."

Natasha, anticipating where the line of questioning is headed, decided to provide a short and guarded response, "I followed a strict path, focusing on my studies and career. I didn't have time for relationships. I was determined to complete my degree, pursued my master's, and dedicated myself to my work at my father's company." She chose to keep her personal life private, as she often did, leaving Wanda to wonder even more.

"Nothing at all? Not even before I came into the picture?" Wanda pressed on, seemingly oblivious to the gears turning in Natasha's head.

Natasha maintained her calm demeanour as she responded, "No, I never entertained the idea of committing to another person. It seemed like a lot of work."

Wanda's insecurity crept into her tone as she asked, "So, what changed then?"

Natasha met Wanda's gaze and replied with a touch of vulnerability, "I couldn't resist the urge to learn more about you. You could say that I was genuinely intrigued by you." There was a softness in Natasha's eyes that hinted at mischief.

"I would like to test some of my theories," Natasha said, skillfully steering the conversation away from any further probing questions Wanda might have.

"And how do you plan to do that?" Wanda inquired, intrigued by what Natasha has in mind.

"Allow me to show you," Natasha stood up gracefully and gestured for Wanda to follow her into the bedroom. As they entered the room, Natasha gently placed her hand on Wanda's waist, a subtle but electric touch that made Wanda's heart race.

In the dimly lit bedroom, they both stood beside the bed, Wanda facing it while Natasha stood behind her.

Natasha couldn't help but comment, "You always smell so good, Wanda." She peppered delicate kisses along Wanda's neck, her hands tracing teasing patterns on the hem of Wanda's nightgown, softly grazing her thighs.

Wanda's only response was a soft bite on her lip. She felt a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation with whatever is about to happen between them. Her ass is pressed on Natasha's front and the older woman starts groping Wanda's breast.

"I find these incredibly captivating," Natasha purred sensually, her palm aggressively kneading Wanda's breasts. The atmosphere was charged with desire and intimacy which is almost suffocating.

"Natty, please."

"What do you want, detka?"

Wanda whimpered upon hearing Natasha's husky voice in her ear. This is escalating to a new level and Wanda internally shaking.

"Use your words, Wanda. I'd like to hear what you want."

Wanda's voice quivered as she confessed, "I want you to touch me everywhere and take me however you desire!" Her desperation was evident in her tone, a reflection of the burning desire that Natasha had ignited within her.

A sly grin curled on Natasha's lips, and she leaned in closer, her ego delighting in Wanda's vulnerability. "I like the sound of that. Just so you know, I don't like being gentle."

Wanda's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. She had imagined their first time together to be soft and tender, but Natasha's unpredictable nature took things in a thrillingly different direction.

"Get on the bed. I want your ass up in the air."

Wanda hastily obeyed, climbing onto the bed and assuming the position Natasha had requested. This position exposed her vulnerable ass and Wanda is feeling a bit scared now on what Natasha had in mind.

“I have been observing you for too long now, Wanda. I do think that you deserve a reward for being my good girl. Don’t you agree?” Natasha taunts the younger woman while softly caressing her ass. “Answer me when I am speaking to you, little girl!” That earned a hard slap in Wanda’s ass.

“Yes! I have been a good girl and I need to be rewarded, please.”

“That’s what I’m talking about.You make sure to remember your manners or you’ll be punished instead.” Natasha started pushing Wanda’s nightgown wherein her back is now also exposed.

“Natasha…”

“Yes, Wanda? Feeling impatient? You were able to wait for all these months. A couple of minutes won’t do you any harm.” Natasha said with a sinister voice.

Wanda whimpered again and didn't want to upset the older woman.

“Would you show how good you are if you take whatever it is that I'll be giving you?”

“Yes, Natasha.”

“Hmm. From now on, call me miss whenever I’m about to fuck you senseles. Is that understood?” Natasha emphasised her question with another slap on Wanda's ass.

“Yes, Miss! I understand.”

“Good girl.”

Nastasha started peperring hot kisses on Wanda’s back. Wanting to kiss every part of her Wanda and made sure to leave mark in order for her to fully claim Wanda as hers. Her hand drifted down to Wanda’s pussy and was delighted to find her core already wet.

“Oh my. I haven’t even properly touched you and you are dripping for me, baby. What a slut you are.”

Wanda’s head is spinning, Natasha’s words are doing a number on her and she’s unconsciously heading to a subspace, something that is an uncharted territory for her.

“Please, Miss…hmp!” Wanda whimpered once again as Natasha started circling her clit.

“Does that feel good, baby? Would you like more? I bet your pussy will be able to take 3 fingers instantly.

That sent a blaring alarm sound in Wanda’s mind. She’s been so desperate for Natasha’s attention and touch that she has forgotten to tell her that she’s a virgin.

“Nata- Miss. I have something to tell you.”

“What is it, pretty girl?” Natsha temporarily stops her attempts to tether Wanda on edge.

“Uhmm.. I - I’m a.. I have never done this before.”

Natasha wants to be shocked by Wanda’s revelation but it feeds her ego even more knowing that she's about to take Wanda's innocence. “Does that mean that you want me to be gentle?”

“No, I can take it. Just take it slowly, please.” Wanda is pleading that her request would somehow be granted by Natasha.

“Very well. Lay on your back, spread your legs wide for me.”

Wanda followed her order again and did what she was told. Natasha was very ecstatic with how eager Wanda wants to please her. It drives her crazy and does not want to prolong this anymore.

"Please, Wanda, if you ever feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable, don't hesitate to tell me," Natasha said earnestly, her voice laced with a caring concern. "I want you to know that your comfort and consent are my top priorities. But," she added with a playful glint in her eye, "I do hope you won't be asking me to stop."

Natsha descended her mouth on Wanda’s awaiting core and dived right in her aching clit. Wanda moaned in surprise feeling Natasha’s warm mouth on her. Wanda’s hands claw on the bedsheet to somehow ground her as she’s feeling her soul leave her body with all the pleasure that Natasha is giving her.

“Miss, ahhh.. You feel so good —hmf! Natasha!” Wanda exclaimed as Natasha started sucking her clit. Natasha is very thrilled with all the noises that Wanda has been making. The soft moans that turned into growls as Wanda is nearing her orgasm. The older woman decided to penetrate Wanda with her left middle finger, hoping to get a reaction out of her.

“Miss miss miss!” Wanda is babbling her incoherent thoughts as she’s feeling all the sensations that she thought she’d never feel from anyone. It made Wanda feel the pleasure mixed with pain but she doesn’t have the heart to tell Natasha to stop. All she wants is for this to never end. Her legs clamped on each side of Natasha’s head and it earned her a slap on her right breast.

“Keep your legs open or I will stop.” Natasha warned her to keep her legs in place.

“I’m sorry, please don’t stop. I need you!”

Natasha continued where she left off. Wanda is absolutely drenched. She has never tasted anything so addicting and she could stay here as long as she wants. She then again added another finger, pulling in and out in a gentle phase. Wanda was once again elevated to a new height of pleasure which made her scream with so much passion.

“Oh my god, Miss. Please! I need more!”

Ofcourse, Natasha could not deny her pleas and started to thrust her two fingers with so much force making Wanda’s eyes roll back. Her mouth is now agape and her throat is now dry from all of the screams and moans that she’s been making in the past minutes

Natasha is unmerciful with her fingers with the combination of her talented tongue, this sent Wanda into her orgasm without warning, hitting her like a tidal wave. Pleasure coming down on her leaving her dazed in fulfilment.

Wanda is sure that stars are dancing around her eyes for a minute before she is able to catch her breath.

"Are you feeling better now, Wanda?" Natasha inquired, her voice tender and filled with genuine concern. She continued to massage both of Wanda's thighs, which had gone limp in the aftermath of their intense moment. "You did so good for me, baby. I'm proud of you." Natasha further added.

Wanda took a deep, steadying breath as she met Natasha's caring gaze. The intimate connection they had just shared left her feeling vulnerable, but also incredibly content. "Yes," she replied softly, her voice a mixture of satisfaction and affection. "I feel more than alright, Natasha. I feel amazing. Thank you."

"That's reassuring," Natasha whispered, her fingers gently caressing Wanda's thighs as they lay together in the afterglow. She leaned in to place a tender kiss on Wanda's lips, savouring the lingering taste of their shared passion. "But remember, my dear, we have so much more to discover and explore together. This is merely the beginning of what I have in mind."

Wanda's eyes sparkled with a mixture of anticipation and affection as she gazed into Natasha's deep, knowing eyes. "I can't wait to see what you have in store, Natasha," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity and curiosity.

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