#and i trust my friends to be honest and mature enough that they would do that because they’re good honest mature people so

[the-casbah-way]

is everyone mad at me or am i just anxious because i’m stressed. we will never know because i refuse to be that shitebag that’s like “are you mad at me 🥺” every two seconds

[lovelynicho]

Can I request &Team being jealous pls👉🏽👈🏽

&team reaction - being jealous

Pairing: &team x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: drinking in K's

Note: this is the first time I'm writing something requested, I hope you'll like it; english is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes

Masterlist

K

Let's face the truth: K is a confident person, too confident to get really jealous. Even when he gets jealous he knows how to turn all of your attention towards him. So when you guys are out, having fun at a party and some guy decides to get close to you while he's getting drinks he immediately steps in. Handing you your drink he asks if the other guy is bothering you. When you reply with a no he starts creating a small talk with that person, but the second you both finish your drinks he asks you to dance and obviously you go dancing with him cuz who wouldn't want to dance with THE Koga Yudai. And when you're on the dance floor with K, you can not think about anything else, but him.

Fuma

To be honest, I don't see him as the jealous type. He is such a calm person and trusts you so much, it is almost impossible to make him jealous. Well, almost. But when you get really close to someone and start to hang out with them a little too much, he first starts to worry a little. And when you accidentally bump into him during one of your hang outs with that other person, and he sees that they literally flirt with you even infront of him, he gets sad. He doesn't show it to you first, but when you guys meet alone, he definitely wants to talk about it. He's going to need lots and lots of reassurance from you, that the other person is just your friend, and you promise him that you'll spend less time with them, and more time with him. He'll demand a bunch of kisses as an apology tho.

Nicholas

Now he is the wild card. He gets jealous a lot. It's not like he doesn't trust you, or that he's insecure, no. He just thinks that you look too good to people not want to hit on you. But even if he gets jealous easily, he has a method to make sure everyone knows you're his, that's also incredibly easy! When you're talking to someone he thinks could be into you, and the person gets a little too close to you for his liking he goes over to you and puts his arm around your shoulder. But of course this shouldn't be enough for him, because he needs to make you remember that you're dating the best guy possible. So after a little while he pulls you into the most mind blowing kiss ever mid conversation. And after that he just looks at the other person and just says "please continue" with the cockiest smile ever.

EJ

Another actually mature person here! He likes it if you guys can talk about everything, every time something bothers the other person, every time when one of you doesn't feel good about something. This happens when he's jealous too. First he would be silent, just waiting for when you want to leave the other person there so you can be alone with him. And when this finally happens, he would probably take you to his place, because he likes to talk about serious stuff in a comfy, private place. He would make you a cup of coffee or tea and then slowly tell you about what made him jealous about the other person. And when you tell him that he has nothing to worry about because you only love him, he gets so smiley and shy, it's just adorable.

Yuma

So basically, he is a cat. So you know when a cat is "jealous" they whine and get close to you and stuff.... yeah that would be him. Also I don't see him as someone who gets jealous often, but someone who is jealous to one or two person in particular. So when you talk to that specific person that he doesn't like, he would immediately go up to you and hug you by your waist. He would glare at the other person too, like if looks could kill, you would be attending a funeral very soon. After a short time he would also start to whine about how he wants to go, how he wants to be alone with you, how he wants to do something with just you. And you obviously can't say no to him, so you guys leave. But when you ask him if he was jealous he would definitely deny it....

Jo

He's a cutie, please don't make him jealous. If you do, by accident, he'll get sooo insecure. He thinks about how it was so easy for you to spark a conversation with the other person, how easily you kept it going and how they didn't fall into silence after a short time like he usually does. He lets his mind create scenarios about you leaving him because of how easier it is to talk to someone else, and thinks it's going to be his fault because he's so quiet. When you notice that something is not okay with him, you'll immediately ask what's wrong, and at first he doesn't want to talk about it, but when you won't let it go he'll tell you about his worries. He'll need lots of reassurance from you that you love him and won't leave him for anyone, and that you love his silent nature.

Harua

He seems like he's the clingy jealous type. Maybe it's just because he's small, but I can't imagine him not being clingy when jealous. So when you're normally just out, having fun together and run into someone who he doesn't really like at first he just acts normal. But when the two of you talk too much, more than he wants you to talk with that person, he starts hugging you from behind, putting his head on your shoulder. If you don't get the clue just from this, he'll also ask you if you can leave and be just the two of you again, and he's so sweet, so cute, how could you say no to him? So the two of you leave, and after a little while he'll admit that he was jealous.

Taki

You can tell very easily when Taki is jealous. When you're with someone who, in his opinion, desperately wants to have you (he's often wrong), he makes sure that your attention is on him all the time. But not in the way K or Nicholas does, he's just being his usual silly self, but on another level. He would crack jokes that only you would understand so the other person will feel left out, and hopefully leave. When this doesn't work, he'll find something for the two of you to do, that obviously can't wait another moment (something like: "you know what we should do now? Get some ice cream! Let's go!") and you two leave the other person alone. And when it's just the two of you he'll point out every single thing about that person that could bother you. But he won't admit for the world that he was jealous.

Maki

He wouldn't show his jealousy first, but there would be sings. Actually I feel like generally he's not a jealous guy, but when someone is flirting with you or is being overly touchy he would get mad, not at you but at the other person. He would try to hide it, but it just results in him being very silent, which is nothing like his usual self, so obviously you start to suspect that something is wrong. But when you ask him, he doesn't want to tell you because he knows you love him so it just feels stupid that he is jealous. But some time later it just slips out and then he tells you all the things about your interaction with that person that made him feel that way. When you ask him why didn't he tell you right away he explains that he felt like it was stupid because he never doubted that you love him the same way he loves you.

[hwaslayer]

project: make you love me (jyh) | sixteen.

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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 3.6k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, seonghwa, physical fighting, mingi calling his friend out on his stupidity, crying, sorry if i missed anything.. quickly edited this lol, yunho is just mad and overwhelmed with his feelings rn 😭

yunho: baby

yunho: wait at the science building later, please? i'll come get you so we can walk to my car together

you: okee ☺️

yunho: ☺️ see you later? enjoy the rest of your classes

you: you too, my bighead!

Yunho smiles at his phone before tucking it away, slowly following Yeosang to their group study session.

"Should I even ask why you're smiling like that?" Yunho looks up at Yeosang and chuckles.

"Just Y/N."

"Of course. Is she in class?"

"Yup. She's in the back row being all distracted."

"Perfect way to pass time in my honest opinion." Yeo clears his throat. "I've been meaning to ask you out of curiosity."

"What's up?"

"Have you guys told each other 'I love you' and everything?" 

"Mm, no. Not yet at least."

"Not yet?" Yeosang smiles. "You feel that way for her, don't you?"

"I do. I just.. I don't know? I don't know if it's too soon. What if I scare her off?"

"Nah, doubt that. You can't put a timer on these things."

"True. Plus, it sounds cliché and like it's out of a movie, but I truly wanna wait 'till it feels right to say it to her."

"That makes sense."

"Trust me, I really do feel that way for her." He lets out a breath as they look towards the library building, the sun from behind slightly blinding them as they approach the doors. "She has literally become my bestfriend. It's crazy how life works."

"I know. I remember when you first told me you were helping her out for literature." Yeosang chuckles. "Or when you'd save her in the back lot."

"Still can't believe that was even real." Yunho does a tiny head tilt. "He's really something."

"What was up with Y/N's birthday thing? How did he even know?"

"I don't know. Word gets around fast. Why wouldn't Seonghwa know? Especially since it has to do with Y/N."

"Can't wait till the day he leaves you two alone. Must be fucking annoying to deal with."

"I try not to mind it. Though, I think he's been getting bolder lately and I can't put my finger on it."

"Has Y/N said anything?" He shakes his head.

"No. Maybe I'm just overthinking. She just seemed a little weird about him at her birthday party."

"Well, yeah. It's Seonghwa." Yeosang waves at their study group sitting at the far end of the library in the loud section.

"Yeah, but, I don't know. It was different. She seemed bothered about something but she hasn't told me anything. I assume it's not a big deal."

"Hm. Well, I'm sure it's not either. Just Seonghwa being himself, maybe."

"Mm, whatever though." Yunho greets the study group as they approach the table. "She's my girlfriend now, and that won't change." Yeosang gives him a small smile before they settle with the group and begin their long study session together.

"Remember, we have a test next class. Make sure you study everything I included in the study guide. Don't skip on anything just because you think it's a minor detail! Nothing is minor!" Your professor says before dismissing the class. You let out a sigh, already stressing over the next test. You didn't do bad on the first test, but you also didn't do the greatest. Thankfully, you're still at a good point in the semester, which gives you enough time to pull your grade up.

Once the initial rush of people leaving the classroom dies down, you pack up your things and head out the door. You hurry out of the classroom and down the steps, excited to see your boyfriend after yet another long day. For a split second, the building is crowded with other students leaving their classes and heading to their next destination— whether it be the next class, the library or to their cars. It's a sudden swarm of people that you don't even realize Seonghwa had stepped out of his own class, following you down the corridor.

"Y/N." You hear Seonghwa's voice behind you. You try to mind your own business, subtly rolling your eyes as you walk out of the science building to reunite with Yunho. 

Except, he isn't exactly there yet and Seonghwa grabs you by the wrist.

"Y/N." He repeats, turning you to face him.

"What are you doing?" You question him.

"Just a second." You let out a loud, heavy sigh. "Why are you being like this?"

"Like what?"

"Like you ignoring me. You haven't answered any of my texts or calls—"

"Why do I need to?" You raise a brow. "You're not actually serious, right? I have no reason to respond to you, Seonghwa. Don't you have places to be, people to see?" You pause. "Don't you realize you're a little too late? This was something I needed from you way before. I don't need it from you now."

"I know it's late, but I don't wanna give up on this."

"This? This has been done for a long time, you and I both know that. You're only worried about losing the only safety blanket you've ever had. Why can't you just move on and let me be happy?"

"Happy?" Seonghwa almost scoffs. "With him? Okay, baby." He shakes his head. "Listen. Enough of this for real. Can you please just hear me out, I'll explain and apologize properly—"

"Seonghwa, stop calling me that. What don't you understand about no?" You say almost at a whine, his hand still having a grip on the edge of your wrist. You truly don't want to entertain this, but Seonghwa almost gives you no way out, no way around his bullshit, and unfortunately, that'll be the root of everything that unfolds tonight. Yunho is happily [and eagerly] making his way down to you after the long, heavy study group session, while Yeosang decides he's gonna stay behind in order to hit the gym and get his workout in. Yunho is a few minutes late, but he knows you'll still flash him that beautiful, million-watt smile he adores so much before wrapping your arms around him.

He can't wait.

But, Yunho slows in his steps just as he's close to the front doors; familiar voices filling the surprisingly empty, quiet space.  It's you, and he already feels himself boiling with anger when he hears who else is occupying your time right now.

"Why haven't you even said anything about the flowers and the card I gave you? Did you even get them?" Yunho overhears Seonghwa ask you, and he furrows his brows. What flowers and card? You don't answer right away, and Seonghwa is quick to follow up. Yunho doesn't even get to hear your response about it and the most upsetting part of all this— is that this is how he finds out about everything.

Not from you, but from Seonghwa.

"You couldn't even send me a text? I was worried you didn't get it. I wanted to talk to you afterwards."

"What is there to talk about?"

"Yeah, what is there to talk about?" You and Seonghwa turn towards Yunho, who stands there with his hands dug deep into his pockets. His jaw is slightly clenched, head titled to the side while he waits for a response. Seonghwa lets out a pathetic chuckle, hand slipping down your wrist as he fully faces him.

"Loverboy sounds upset over a little talk."

"A little talk? Is that an add-on for the flowers and card you sent her?" Yunho sounds more stern, more angry. You can't even blame him, but at the same time, it's unusual for you to hear him this way. You're not sure what could come out of this and you don't necessarily want to find out.

"I'm sorry, should I have sent you some, too?" Seonghwa steps closer to him and the panic starts to settle in for you. You wish someone, anyone, was around to help. Because although you don't think Yunho will let this blow out of proportion, you aren't 100% about your answer. You're not sure how Yunho manages his anger in these situations and you're not sure what triggers him; what tips him over the edge and is the 'cherry on top.' Seonghwa has always rubbed him the wrong way and you don't think this could end remotely pretty. "I'll take note of that for next time so you don't have to sit there and stare at Y/N's."

How you wish Seonghwa had just gotten the point. Why couldn't he just let you be? Why was he out to ruin your happiness so badly?

"Seonghwa. This is done. Let it go." You warn him, but it doesn't clear anything. You aren't getting through to any of them.

"Back up. I'm not asking." Yunho clenches his jaw as he comes face to face with Seonghwa, making him give off a small scoff.

"Aw. Loverboy's mad—" And that's exactly the tipping point for Yunho. He's not sure why, he usually has a lot of patience. He usually brushes things off easily, doesn't hold a grudge or stay angry for long. But, Seonghwa? He was a different story, especially because of the history you have with him. Every little thing about Seonghwa pisses him off— down to the way he moves, breathes, acts like he can always get his way so easily, so quickly. Before he can even think about the consequences, or how you'd feel, Yunho swings at him, making Seonghwa stumble backwards. 

"Yunho!—" You gasp, Yunho's initial punch is pretty rough that it had Seonghwa in shock before being able to register what just happened.

"Fuck you—" Is all Seonghwa spits out before going at Yunho. The two continue to go at it, pushing and gripping at each other's shirts, rough attempts at landing punches;

They're almost successful with tearing each other's heads off until you step in between and get involved.

"Stop!" You step in between to try and prevent the fight from escalating even more. "Stop it!" You push Seonghwa back when he tries coming for Yunho, a campus security guard dashing towards all of you to completely break up the scuffle.

"Knock it off! The hell are you two doing acting like this on campus? I suggest you two part ways now before we call the cops over!"

"Yo, what the fuck?!" Mingi comes from around the corner, grabbing at Seonghwa's arm to pull him back. "The fuck are you doing, dude?" He looks at his bestfriend in disbelief.

"Why don't you ask your friend who fucking started it—"

"Me?" Yunho spits, while Seonghwa wipes the blood at the corner of his lip. "I wouldn't have had to if you just knew how to back the fuck off!" Yunho is angry, continuing to raise his voice. "Let me catch you sending shit to my girlfriend one more time and see what the fuck I'll do—" 

"Yunho." You say softly, tugging back at his arm.

"Are you serious?" Mingi looks at Seonghwa. "You don't go messing around with people's relationships, Hwa. You need to let this go, you look crazy!" 

"Oh, so all of a sudden you're sticking up for your friend?"

"Yeah, because he is my friend and it's just shit you don't do! What the fuck don't you understand about that?! You fucking deserved that shit!" Mingi shakes his head before pushing Hwa forward, pulling him off to the side to continue talking to him. 

"Babe." You turn to Yunho after Mingi and Seonghwa create good distance, hand coming up to cup Yunho's cheek. But, he turns, slightly shaking his head at you. You pull your hand back and feel your heart drop, the look in Yunho's eyes being one that you've never experienced before.

Sadness, hurt, anger. 

Mostly sadness, hurt.

"What flowers was he talking about, Y/N?" His chest is still rising at a somewhat uneven pace, doing his best to calm down after the adrenaline rush.

"H-he left them at my doorstep after we came back from the snow. I'm really sorry, Yunho, I didn't tell you because I tossed it out and—"

"But still, it's the fact that you didn't tell me after all this time." Yunho's brows are tightly knitted together, and the look causes your heart to sink even deeper. "Why did you have to let me find out this way? Were you going to tell me about this too if I hadn't come right away?"

"I just didn't get around to telling you because I didn't think it would matter— Seonghwa doesn't matter."

"If he didn't, then wouldn't you be able to tell me without questioning it so much?"

"Yunho, no. I'm sorry, no." You repeat, tears pricking your eye lids. "I didn't mean for it to seem like that. I really didn't mean to hide this from you."

"Did you think about keeping them?"

"I—I, no. I thought—" Yunho hears you stuttering and his throat suddenly feels dry. Why can't you just tell him? Even if Seonghwa didn't matter to you, why couldn't you trust him enough to tell him? 

Why couldn't you feel comfortable enough to tell him?

"Be honest with me, Y/N. That's all I've ever asked. Did you or did you not think about it keeping it?" Silence. And god, it is the most gut-wrenching silence Yunho has ever endured.

Yup. Got it. 

The answer is clear.

You did think about Seonghwa. You thought about accepting the flowers as his apology, you thought about the possibility— even if it was for a brief, splitting second. Seonghwa did matter for one fucking second, and that's what bothers him.

"Yunho, please. I just thought—" You can barely get through your sentences.

"Did you, or did you not?"

"I thought about keeping it, but it was so stupid. I was just blinded for a second, and I realized it didn't matter to me. He doesn't matter to me. At all. I promise. Everything just caught me off guard." You try to grab for his hand but he steps back. "Yunho, it was all stupid. I tossed it out so quickly. I wasn't going to do anything, I wasn't going to text, nothing."

"But, why does it feel like after everything he's put you through, you still believe he'd genuinely change? Why does it feel like a part of you is still actually holding onto that?" Well, when Yunho says it to your face like that, you feel dumb. Not once did you ever think about running back to Seonghwa and leaving this behind. But, you were blinded in that quick second from your history with Hwa, being close and sharing moments for months. Asking Seonghwa for little gestures like this, for more attention; even though it was a ride, you still had history.

And yes, maybe at one point you wanted to be the girl that changed him.

But today, you can't even imagine going back to that point. Not after being with Yunho, not after the happiness he's brought you.

Not after you realize how much you genuinely and truly love Yunho. 

You don't wanna lose him.

This is all so stupid, and a huge misunderstanding. But, you're the only person to blame here— if you hadn't given Seonghwa the time of day, if you had just told Yunho right away without second-guessing it, if you hadn't hesitated; you wouldn't be here right now.

"I'm not!" Your tone raises and it sounds like a whine at this point. "I'm not, Yunho. Please."

"Look, tonight was a lot." He sighs, running his hand through his hair before wincing and looking down at his knuckles. "I was excited to see you after a long day, Y/N. I was really looking forward to being with you. I wasn't expecting all of this and honestly, I don't know what's worse? Stumbling upon all of this the way I did, or not knowing at all."

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. It was stupid and fucked up of me, and I'm sorry." You repeat, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Maybe you just need to think about what you really want." Yunho shrugs. "I thought you were over the whole thing with Seonghwa, but clearly not if you're still considering on giving him the time of day."

"No, no, Yunho. Please don't. It's not that." You try to lace your hand with his, but he gently brushes it off with a shaky sigh. He doesn't wanna leave you. He never wants to be without you. But, tonight was a lot for him to handle, and it is overwhelming. He hasn't really felt this protective over someone. Of course, it's only natural since you're his girlfriend. He'll always protect you. It's just that Seonghwa brings something out of him that he doesn't necessarily like, and he wants it to be gone for good. It feels unhealthy and icky;

The anger, the frustration, the anxiety.

He hates it. And he doesn't want this to be a thing in your relationship. Plus, he still feels himself fuming with anger and he just can't possibly talk to you while he feels that way.

So yes, he's overwhelmed and he needs to get over this.

"No, seriously. You really should think about it. I know where I stand but I'm not so sure you do." He lets out another disappointed sigh. "I'll take you home, but we should probably just be in our own places tonight."

"Okay." You say close to a whisper, sniffling as you wipe away at your face. You don't even try to fight it anymore simply because you know Yunho needs his space right now. He begins to walk off with you slowly trailing behind, head hung low after everything that happened tonight. Everything happened so fast you're also having to process it all on this walk over to the lot. Suddenly, you're pulled out of your thoughts when you hear footsteps picking up behind you, followed by a familiar, deep voice.

"Yo, wait up!" Mingi says. "You good? I'm sorry about him, he's actually losing it."

"You're sorry? Mingi, when the fuck is your friend gonna grow up so that you're not apologizing on his behalf?" Mingi lets out a breath as his eyes dart from you, back to Yunho's. "Seriously. I don't mean to throw that your way, but it's not even just about tonight. Your friend knows no boundaries and that's crazy to me."

"I know, he's got things to sort through but that's his own problem now. I already told him multiple times. Me and San did." Mingi shakes his head.

"Doesn't take much to grow the fuck up and take ownership of your own fuck-ups once in awhile."

"Let him keep learning the hard way. He will, eventually. He deserved that tonight."

"He can try all he wants, nothing's gonna change between me and her. Hope he understands I'm not going anywhere after tonight."

"Of course." Is all Mingi could respond with because of course Yunho wouldn't go anywhere— why the fuck would he let Seonghwa get in the way? He shouldn't. And Seonghwa needs to know that. "Anyway, just wanted to see if you two were okay. For real." Yunho sighs.

"Mmyeah. Thanks." He responds as Mingi daps it up. "We're just gonna head home."

"Drive safely. Text me if you need me." Mingi gives you a small smile before running off to tend to his friends, San now also getting dragged into all his mess. 

The walk over is quiet, but Yunho still opens the passenger door for you when you finally get to his car. You hate the silence that falls between you two, but you understand Yunho is upset and needs his own time away from everything, from you, even. You can't help but cry even more into your hands when he pulls into the apartment lot, Yunho letting out a breath as he puts the car in park. He looks over at you and his heart breaks because he truly hates to see you cry, and he never wants to be the reason behind you being sad or hurt.

"Hey. Don't." He says softly, hands coming up to pry your own hands away from your face. He gently wipes the tears away, making sure no drop is missed. 

"I'm sorry, Yuyu." You repeat.

"I know, it's okay."  He says, even though right now, it's not.

"Is it?"

"Let's get you home, okay?" He just looks at you with a soft expression before unbuckling his seatbelt. He comes over to open your door, locking his car when you step out and slowly make your way to your apartment. When you get to the steps, you turn towards him with a small pout. Yunho pulls you into a hug and kisses the top of your head, wiping any remaining stragglers from staining your cheeks. He's not happy, but he's trying to send you off on a calm note— hoping this could at least ease you for the night. "Get some rest."

"I'll see you tomorrow, right?" He doesn't say anything before he pulls away and takes a few steps backwards. "Yunho." You call for him in that tone of yours that always makes him so weak.

"Y/N, please. I just need to shake this off. That's all. Goodnight." All you can do is simply walk away before running up the steps and into your apartment. Chaery is the only one home, cleaning her dishes after cooking a good meal for all of you to share.

"My love is home! I cooked!" She says happily, but her smile dies when she sees you set your bags down and cry into your hands. She drops everything and rushes over, throwing her arms around you while guiding you to the couch. "Hey, what's wrong? What happened?" She brushes the hair away from your face while you continue to cry. You don't respond for a bit, signaling for Chaery to just hold you and let you be.

You cry, and you cry.

Because you already miss Yunho, and you feel so dumb for overthinking the entire thing, for not being honest with him. It was a stupid mistake, but you hope Yunho knows you truly weren't out to hurt him. 

You hope he can forgive you and move past this— with you, together.

Because today and so on, he's all you want. You love Yunho, and there's no one else that completes you the way that he does.

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Official || Jealous Tom Riddle x Reader

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MATURE CONTENT, semi-public sex, cunnilungus, oral sex, overstimulation, master kink, a bit of praise kink, uses of "slut", mature language, shameless, possessive, jealousy, mentions of torture, suggestive talk, rough behaviour, cursing, blood, mentions of violence. Both reader and Tom are eighteen and in their last year of Hogwarts!

SUMMARY: Another wizard has taken an interest in you, but Tom will make sure that everyone knows you're his.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HELLO! I spent more time on this than I should and the smut part is shorter than the rest of the story, but I hope you like it! The other imagines and headcanons will soon be published too. The schedule is a little hectic but don't worry, I'll still try to post as much as I can! :)

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In the bustling halls of Hogwarts, where new faces arrive every year alongside familiar ones, it was hardly uncommon for some to remain unknown to each other. With the sheer size of the castle and the constant changes in one's appearance as they grew older, names and faces often slipped by unnoticed.

It allowed for the few students who barely interacted with anyone to be hidden in the shadows, their presence merely lingering in the corners of the castle. Yet, there were also those who commanded attention without even needing to utter a single word. These students were widely known throughout the castle, their names and faces forever planted into the memories of everyone who walked past them.

You weren't one to command attention effortlessly like those students did. However, you had a kind and friendly demeanor, always open to comfort those in need of a friend, even though you were a little bit shy and introverted.

Not everyone knew who you were, and those who did often dismissed your sweet nature because they understood why they had to avoid you.

And why is that? It was a question that appeared in the minds of those who cared enough to ask, especially after being warned to stay away from you. After all, you have always shown genuine kindness towards others, regardless of their blood status. However, that question was answered each time by the piercing, dark eyes that gave a pause to those who looked your way.

Due to your close friendship with Tom, who was known for his magical abilities as a powerful wizard and intelligence as the top student of his year, you often found yourself in the shadow of his fame. Despite this, you cherished your friendship with him above all else and if you were being quite honest, you would have disliked the attention as well. You wanted a genuine connection with others, not a parade of fans eager to follow your every command. However, many have tried to get closer to Tom through you, which led to moments of hurt and betrayal when their intentions were eventually revealed. Tom, who was quite protective of you, swiftly ensured those who caused you pain faced terrible consequences. Some of them vanished completely from your life, leaving no trace of their presence and no one around you dared to speak a word about them, even if you tried to ask them..

It wasn’t long until you stopped asking though. Tom always made sure you didn't dwell on their betrayal any longer than necessary.

“They were worthless creatures, why bother giving them any more of your time?” Tom would say whenever you asked him about the vanished students. Despite your curiosity, you chose not to pry any further, trusting Tom's judgment and understanding that some things were better left unspoken. And so afterwards, you focused on moving forward without dwelling on the past.

That was the reason why other students tended to avoid you. While you might have been friendly and approachable, the fear of crossing a line and having to face Tom's wrath lingered in the minds of your peers.

Most of the time, you were with Tom or a selected few friends. However, during moments when you were left alone, a sense of loneliness crept inside you as you thought of how none of the other students wanted to befriend you. While you appreciated the company of friends like Malfoy or Parkinson, you desired to have connections with a wider circle of people. And at times, despite not daring to say it out loud, it felt as if your friendship with them was forced, as if they were only following Tom's orders than genuinely befriending you because they like you. You could tell by the bored looks Parkinson tried to hide at times and the fake smiles he would muster whenever he interacted with you. Abraxas was a little more blunt with his feelings towards you and didn’t try to hide his disinterest. He probably tolerated you at the most, but would always interact with you whenever Tom was around.

One day, when you were deep in your thoughts, you found yourself questioning if there was something wrong with you to the point that it made you unapproachable. As these doubts plagued your self esteem, you finally accepted that perhaps there was a valid reason for others to seem hesitant to connect with you. It was a devastating realization, but perhaps you were just a freak after all.

Which was why you were taken aback by the unexpected request from a Hufflepuff boy whom you neither know nor was one of your friends.

“Excuse me?” You responded back with confusion, but the boy’s grin persisted. “I asked if you want to be partners.”

You stole a quick glance at Tom, wanting to see his reaction before giving the Hufflepuff boy an answer. However, Tom’s dark eyes were already fixed on the Hufflepuff boy whom he knew as McLaggen, since the moment he approached you. Potions was Tom’s forte and he had been your regular partner for it. When Tom was unavailable, Abraxas stepped in as your partner, being the second best student at Potions. Tom didn’t trust the boy, being fully aware of his terrible skills in Potions. However, before Tom could voice against it, Professor Slughorn was quick to usher him to Abraxas, ever so eager to see two of his top Potions students to work together.

Despite being aware of Tom's distrust toward McLaggen, you saw this as an opportunity to connect with more people. Besides, you still needed a partner, and Tom and Abraxas were already paired up. Here was someone wanting to work with you, so it wouldn’t hurt to be partners with McLaggen, right?

Shooting a smile back at McLaggen, you replied back, “I don’t see why not.”

McLaggen’s grin widened and helped you to prepare the materials for the potion, before starting on the potion together. Unbeknownst to you, Tom's eyes bore into you and McLaggen throughout the lesson, his expression dark and menacing, as if he could unleash his wrath upon McLaggen at any given moment if he did a single thing wrong. Tom’s intense scrutiny didn’t go unnoticed by Abraxas, who grew increasingly worried about Tom's dark gaze.

“My lord,” Abraxas murmured in a hushed tone to Tom, ensuring that he was the only one able to hear him. Sensing Tom’s volatile mood, Abraxas navigated carefully, knowing that any misstep could have terrible consequences for him. Tom's sharp gaze shifted to Abraxas briefly before returning to the potion at hand, his focus unwavering. Tom remained vigilant throughout the lesson, glancing towards McLaggen and you every once in a while, ensuring everything was proceeding as it should without McLaggen standing too close to you.

At the end of the Potions class, after Professor Slughorn praised his work again as usual, Tom made his way outside of class, before noticing your figure slipping out of class to reach him. He was quite pleased to see you smiling, as you excitedly recounted the success of your potion to him. “It went so well, Tom! Professor Slughorn said that other than yours and Abraxas’s work, it’s one of the best Draught of the Living Best he’s seen in a while—” you continued talking about the process of making your potion to him.

Whenever you began one of your lengthy rants with Tom, he remained mostly silent, leading you to wonder at times if he was truly listening or preoccupied with something else. However, any doubts were dispersed when he interjected with remarks or asked questions, showing that he was indeed listening all along. In your relationship, you were always the talkative one and Tom was the listener. The opposite could be said when interacting with others though, and Tom tended to take the lead in conversations.

Tom perceived your silence regarding the Hufflepuff boy as a positive sign. In fact, you didn't really talk about him at all, leading Tom to speculate that McLaggen's interest in partnering with you might have been only to secure a decent grade for once in the semester.

However, it would only get worse from there.

A few days later, during Charms lesson, McLaggen approached you and took a seat beside you, one that was usually reserved for Tom. Aware that Tom was in the restroom, you attempted to inform McLaggen that the seat was already taken, but he dismissed your information and settled into the seat anyway. When Tom returned and found McLaggen on his seat, his expression turned menacing.

“That seat was already taken,” Tom asserted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“I didn’t see your name on it, Riddle,” McLaggen coolly replied back, showing little concern for Tom’s dark gaze.

You felt a wave of nervousness hit you at McLaggen’s reply, and you glanced towards Tom, silently urging him not to escalate the situation into a scene during Charms class. You sent him a pleading look as well that told him that the issue should be addressed later in a more appropriate place. Tom turned his piercing gaze towards McLaggen, his eyes casting a silent warning. Without another word, Tom moved away to take a seat beside Abraxas, leaving you and McLaggen behind.

Although you and Tom weren't officially in a romantic relationship, the unspoken tension between the two of you was undeniable. Despite both being aware of your feelings for each other, for some unknown reasons, neither of you have talked about them before. Tom didn’t find a purpose to since you two already acted like a couple and everyone at Hogwarts knew of your unofficial romantic relationship as well. So, why the hell would a pathetic boy from Hufflepuff try to put himself into your relationship with him?

Tom needed everyone to know that you're his and he knew just the thing to do it.

"Master, ngh— please!" You sniffled, tears streaming down your cheeks, as Tom pulled another orgasm from you.

Looking up momentarily from your juice-covered pussy, Tom smirked when he saw how flustered you were. Cheeks turning red from the scandolous activity you and Tom were currently doing, and your chest heaving heavily with each breath, tempting him to rip your collared, white shirt out to play with your sensitive breasts.

You choked back a gasp when Tom circled his thumb around your clit, causing his smirk to widen. Tom loved how sensitive your pussy was, but after cumming a few times in the abandoned classroom thanks to Tom's tongue and even fingers, it seemed a single blow of air to your clit was enough to send pleasure down your spine.

"One more," Tom cooed to you, circling your clit with more pressure, as he heard students talking outside, including McLaggen who was asking the other students if they have seen you. "My little slut can take one more, can't you?"

You could barely focus on Tom's words and only nodded hazily. He turned his attention back to your pussy and kissed the hood of your clit, before he hungrily ravaged your pussy like a starved man who hasn't eaten in days, as if he hadn't just eaten your pussy a few minutes ago.

"Master—" you half-moaned and half-whimpered, clutching his dark hair from the overwhelming pleasure.

Tom removed his tongue from your heat, giving you a moment to catch your breath. You released your grip from his hair and sighed in relief for the break. However, it didn't take long for two fingers to thrust into your tight hole, causing you to let out a surprised moan.

It was only then you noticed the noises from the students outside and you weakly tried to close your legs, afraid for them to hear you, but Tom's free hand firmly gripped your inner thigh, preventing you from moving.

"You promised me one more, remember?" Tom wore a cruel grin on his face as his fingers hit into your most sensitive spots. You arched your back, feeling a familiar knot in your stomach. You desperately muffled your moans with your hand and gripped the wooden table you were on tightly.

Tom forced your hand away, but before you could protest, Tom kissed your lips roughly, continuing the pace of his fingers. That was enough for you to climax again, clear liquid gushing all over his fingers. You panted heavily, tiredly gazing into Tom's dark eyes.

As you went over to embrace in Tom's arms, you murmured tiredly, "Maybe I should start spending more time with McLaggen if it means you'll get jealous more often."

The next morning at breakfast, McLaggen noticed your limp and wondered how you had gotten it until he spotted Tom's arm around your waist, along with the cocky smile tugging his lips.

[katz-rambles]

Hellooo again lovely writer ! First of all thank you for taking the time to write all of my previous ideas, I hope you took some time to rest too tho and that you feel better ! <3

If you're up to it I have a new idea for you (that you can always ignore if you wish) ! This time it's a bit angsty, how do you think the ghouls would react to their partner flinching during an argument due to their previous bf being abusive? It can either be headcanons or a full story focused on one of the ghoul, whatever you prefer !

Thanks again for your time !

Aaahh!! Yes, of course! You have such good ideas, anon!! I've chosen to do headcannons so I can get a bit better at them, haha.

And if you're in an abusive relationship, I know it's hard to feel safe enough to reach out, I know this because my ex was both phsyically and emotionally abusive, but trust me, it does get better. It may seem impossible at the time, but I promise it will get better. I know a lot of people stay in abusive relationships, whether it's a family member or a partner, because of F.O.G (fear, obligation, and guilt) I know this is why I stayed for so long. But you are NEVER alone with this stuff, there is so many resources out there to help, and if you don't feel comfortable with that, reach out to family and/or friends. I promise, it gets better. 🩷

(angst with comfort, abusive relationships, i think that's it??)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

• Immediately shut up. He feels horrible.

Dewdrop/Sodo

• Now, if you cry after you flinch, he'll probably start to cry with you. He didn't mean too, it was just the heat of the moment :((

• He will do ANYTHING you ask him to. Cuddles, he's already got the blankets and pillows, you want to watch a movie, he'll let you chose even if it's a movie he hates, you want to be left alone, he's on it just text/call him when you're ready to see him again.

• This man is head over heels for you.

• If you've both calmed down and you tell him why, he's on his knees apologizing. He's whipped for you.

• If you don't want to or just aren't ready to talk about it, that's fine, too. He'll be there for when you feel comfortable enough, too.

• Long story short, he feels so guilty even if he doesn't know why you've flinched. He just feels bad for yelling/arguing with you.

• He loves you, and he'd never do anything to hurt you. He makes sure you know that when you're ready to speak to him.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• In all honestly, he'd probably start to cry, especially if he knew prior to the argument.

Rain

• He'll feel so guilty about it, and he'd probably shun himself from people. He'd cry. He loves you so so much, and it eats him alive that he'd ever make you feel something that creates that reaction.

• You'd probably end up being the one to comfort him, but it would also be a dual effort. You comfort him, and he'll comfort you. No matter what that may entail.

• He practically worships you for just being. He'd take you out for a nice picnic or just a calm evening by the lake. He'd find a pretty rock, and he'll give it to you, or he'll pick some flowers from the garden and give you them.

• He feels so bad about it. But you know it wasn't on purpose, and you two talk about it.

• He gives you his word that he'll never hurt you, and this time, you know he's being honest. You know you don't ever have to worry about being hurt with him.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• He's intimidating already with his height, but if you two are arguing that intimidation gets doubled.

Mountain

• He knows he's scary when he gets mad, but he's usually very calm and mature about things, usually.

• If he somehow loses his cool and you two argue, and he sees your flinch and he's aware of your past relationship, he will never forgive himself.

• He'll make you tea and cook you an amazing dinner, and he'll just let you talk. If you don't want to talk, that's fine, he can put on some music or a movie of your choice.

• If you're in the mood for it, he'll take you out for a movie, or maybe you two will go shopping. Whatever you want to do, he's right there with you.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• She'd have a very similar reaction as Rain did. She might cry.

Cumulus

• She will hold you close to her and whisper sweet nothings to you. She's hopelessly in love with you.

• She will do anything you need her to do, honestly anything.

• Her go-to is a girl's night, face masks, mani-pedis, makeovers. Girls' night. She'll get Aurora and Cirrius over and try her hardest to make sure that you feel better.

• She will never do anything purposeful to you. She loves you and you love her.

[roguesimagination]

Meddle About

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x F!human Reader

Synopsis: The Metkayina celebrate an important feast, to which the Sullys attend to. However, Neteyam discovers some feelings that he had for the reader and that had been hidden all this time...

Genre: mature and fluff

Content warnings: Neteyam and reader are 20, size kink (kinda), vaginal fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), m/f ejaculation...

Notes: This is my first oneshot (and smut fic) ever so I accept criticism and I hope you enjoy it. Also, english is not my first language so if there's any mistake please tell me &lt;3

Also, let's imagine that humans do not need oxygen masks just because I said so (and because I forgot)

Word Count: 2.7k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

One thing you always admired about the Na’Vis is how comfortable they felt by only wearing very loincloths, feathers or leaves. They perfectly covered them, but they would probably barely cover you. If you wore anything similar, you’d feel almost naked. However, one night the Metkayinas decided to have a feast.

Neytiri insisted on dressing you in a proper way for the festivity. She was tired of seeing you in your “human clothes”, as she said. So you decided to trust her. With Kiri’s help, she designed a beautiful shell top that, somehow, perfectly covered your nipples. They also made a loincloth that combined perfectly. Then, Kiri adorned your hair with even more shells and braided some strands. If it wasn’t enough, they covered your face with red stripes along your face; there were two on your forehead and two under every eyelid.

“Are you sure I look good?” you asked Kiri. “I mean, this is really beautiful, but I don’t know if it’s too much.”

What you actually thought was: Will Neteyam like this?

“Y/N, you look perfect.” she reassured you. “Trust me.”

“You look like a goddess!” Tuk exclaimed. “Like Eywa herself.”

“Thank you, Tuk.” you chuckled. “But I believe Eywa is far more beautiful.”

Neytiri, Kiri and Tuk were also dressed similarly to you, but you obviously felt weird. For you, it was like wearing a bikini, except for the fact that you never wear them, and that this covered even less than a bikini. However, they did a great job. All of your “intimate” parts were surely hidden.

When you arrived at the feast everyone was dancing around bonfires, singing and talking. Some of the Metkayinas stared at you. You weren’t sure if they were looking at you with disgust, anger, or confusion, but you wouldn’t let them let you down. You understood that it was still hard for them to accept you there since you were a “sky person”.

What you didn’t notice though was the way Neteyam was looking at you. He had known since the day he was born, so did you. You were pretty good friends, and nothing else. But seeing you like that made him wonder many things.

Has she always been this beautiful? How haven’t I noticed? God, do all humans look this good? Why does she never dress like this?

He had always had an innocent crush on you, but seeing you like this made him realise how much he really desired you. He was a gentleman and a respectful man, but he couldn’t stop eyeing you up and down. Your thighs, your shoulders, your collarbones, your breasts (especially your breasts)... If you only knew all the things he’d do to you if he could.

A slight smack on his arm woke him up from his daydreaming.

“Are you done staring at Y/N or are you actually going to talk to her?” Lo’ak smirked.

“Shut up.” Neteyam muttered with blushed cheeks.

“Oh, please.” he laughed. “You’re so obvious. At least go and talk to her.”

Lo’ak gave him another smack, this time in the back. Neteyam gave him a death stare on his way towards you. To be honest, he had no idea what he was going to tell you. You were standing next to a bonfire while talking to Kiri.

“Hey, ho-how a-are you?” he asked shyly. He bit his tongue embarrassed for his stuttering.

This was definitely not the Neteyam you knew.

“I’m fine.” you smiled. “Just enjoying the feast. You look really handsome, by the way.”

You said that with an innocent intention behind it; he did actually look handsome. He was wearing some sort of handmade crown and yellow paint in his face that suited him. What you didn’t know was the effect those words had on him.

“Thank you.” he smiled. “You look really hot, I mean, nice! You look nice!”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He was fucking it up. You barely even noticed it. Kiri furrowed his brows in confusion. The always serious Neteyam was losing his composure. Before she was able to speak Neteyam decided to intervene:

“Would you like to go on a walk along the beach?” he asked quickly.

“Sure, I’d love to.” you replied.

On your way there you talked about the things you always talked about: human topics, something stupid Lo’ak had done or new things you had learnt with the Metkayinas. While you were walking your arms barely brushed against each other, which made Neteyam incredibly nervous, even if you didn’t notice it. But he wanted more.

At some moment Neteyam teased you about something stupid, so you hit him in the arm. He smacked you back, making you fall to the ground. Sometimes he forgot he was bigger and stronger than you.

“I’m so sorry.” he got on his knees, next to you. “Are you okay?”

You acted as if you were seriously hurt and took advantage of the situation and flipped him. Now you were on top of him.

“Ha! I won!” You laughed.

You were even more beautiful in that position. You truly looked like a goddess under the moonlight. He loved your smile, the way your eyes shone in the night, how your tiny hands were on his chest…

He wished to be irresponsible for once, to stop worrying about the consequences of everything and just enjoy the moment. He was tired of being the one who had to fix everyone else’s problems while they had fun. He wanted this night to only be about you and him, only if you felt the same way.

He couldn’t exactly remember the moment he had his hand on your waist, or when you had come so close to his face, but at that moment he wanted, no, he needed to kiss you.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” he licked his lips and put a strand of hair behind your ear.

You blushed intensely. Neteyam liked you. Your Neteyam… But you also knew you shouldn’t do it, even if you had secretly daydreamed about this a million times.

“Neteyam,” you looked at him. “I don’t think we should.”

“Why not?” he asked, fearing that you didn’t feel the same. “I mean, uhm, It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that.” you answered quickly.

“So you do want to kiss me.” he grinned cockily at you.

“Oh, shut up.” you covered your face with your hands.

He took the opportunity to buck his hips upwards, flipping you around. Now he was on top of you. You couldn’t help but moan when he bucked his hips and you felt some kind of pressure against your core. You hoped he didn’t notice.

He held both of your hands on the ground, each one one either side of your head and looked at you deeply in the eyes.

.”You have no idea how much I want you right now.” he said, admiring your body.

“Neteyam, we can’t do this.” you argued. “I’m just a human and you are a Na’Vi. And you’re the son of Toruk Makto. No one will accept this union.”

“My father was a human too and look at him now. He’s got the love of his life and a family.” he caressed your cheek with his right hand. “I don’t care if you’re human, or na’vi or even a worm.” you laughed at his words. “I don’t care what they think. Oel ngati kameie.” (I see you)

You didn’t even realize it but you became a crying mess. No one had ever touched your heart with their words, but Neteyam was right in front of you, opening up to you, being honest and giving you his heart.

“Shit, you made me cry.” you looked away.

“I can make you scream, if you want to.” Neteyam joked.

“Neteyam!” you smacked him in the arm.

“By tickling you!” he explained. “God, what is it with you all hitting me to-”

You interrupted him with a kiss. You put your hands around his neck and pressed your lips against his softly, waiting for a  reaction. When he processed what just happened he held you and put you on his lap while kissing you back. His lips were soft and warm; it felt like home.

Neteyam held your face in his hands and kissed you deeply, caressing your lower lip with his tongue waiting for you to let him explore your mouth, which you did. He kissed you again, and again. and again… You were like a drug to him.

“You are so beautiful.” he muttered between kisses. “So, so beautiful.”

Then his hands traveled to your back, stroking it gently and making patterns. You kissed his jawline and then his neck, making sure to leave a couple of hickeys. He groaned at the sensation of your tongue on his neck. Every movement you made took a reaction from him.

You decided to take off your top to be more comfortable. Also because you loved it when Neteyam touched any part of your body. When you tossed it aside he looked flustered. He was unsure. He didn’t know if he could touch you or if you were comfortable, but before he could ask you kissed him again, passionately, and put his hand over your breast.

He massaged your breast softly and played with your nipple. You moaned slightly leaving your mouth open and he bit your lower lip slightly. God, he made you see stars just like that.

Then he caressed your other breast and licked your nipple, waiting for a reaction. He saw that you liked it so he kept licking and biting over that area, leaving hickeys all over your chest.

Now he was caressing your thighs. Sometimes his fingers would get dangerously close to your core and the loincloth you were wearing didn’t do much to hide your arousal. He noticed it, of course, and he couldn’t help but wonder…

“Can I taste you?” he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Uhm, I uh, yes.” You blushed intensely at his request. You wanted to, but you were nervous.

He laid you on the sand and gently took off your loincloth, never taking his eyes away from yours. For him this wasn’t just physical; he wanted to please you, to make you feel good, to show you how much he loved you.

He started by kissing and licking your thighs. Very slowly and gently.

“If you’re uncomfortable or want me to stop, just say it and I will.” he told you, looking at your eyes for reassurance. “I don't want you to do something you don’t want to.”

“I’m okay, Nete. I want to.” you answered him.

With your consent he kissed your cunt experimentally until he felt confident enough to do it properly. After all, this was the first time that he had ever done something like this. He licked a long stripe of your pussy, earning a high moan from you. He loved that, so he kept licking. He began slowly, but increased his pace as you moaned more and more.

“You taste so good.” Neteyam muttered, sending a vibration to your core.

You had certainly never felt something like this, but it was amazing. He licked your cunt like a starved man; up and down, making circles and even diving his tongue deeper and deeper… Then he found your clit, which he sucked carefully, increasing the pressure slowly.

“Oh fuck.” you moaned. “Neteyam…”

Hearing you moan his name had him over the edge, so he increased his pace even more. When he licked along your slit he would stimulate your clit with his thumb. Then, when he sucked your clit again he tried inserting one finger slowly into your cunt. It slid easily because of how wet you were. He curled his finger inside of you, increasing his rhythm slowly until you were a moaning mess.

You felt how your orgasm was approaching. You felt heat all over your belly and your face. You were going to cum anytime soon.

“Nete, I…” you couldn’t even talk at this point. “Oh, my god.”

Your moans were even louder now and then it happened; you came undone. Neteyam took out his finger slowly and decreased the rhythm of his licks until he stopped to take a look at your face. You were breathing heavily, your cunt was completely soaked and your legs were shaking, something that worried him.

“Hey, your legs are trembling.” he said. “Are you okay?”

“More than okay.” you said between shaky breaths. “That’s what happens when…”

His face lit up before you could finish your sentence. It didn’t take long for him to understand what you meant.

“Did I do it so well?” he smirked.

“Yes, you did.” you blushed. “Now come here and let me touch you.”

Neteyam laid on the sand and looked at you with confusion in his eyes, waiting for your next moves. You propped yourself on your knees even though you were a shaking mess and started kissing his abdomen all the way to his loincloth.

To him, it felt like heaven.

“May I?” you said, pointing at his loincloth.

“Y-yes.” he stuttered.

You took off his loincloth slowly while caressing his thigh to soothe him. Something you forgot in that moment is how big the Na’Vi’s are, in all ways. You had seen a few dicks, in movies, in anatomy books… But this was a whole new thing. It was so big that you didn’t even know if any of it would fit in your mouth. Neteyam realized the look of horror in your face.

“Hey, listen.” he took you by the arm gently. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No, I-I want to.” you smiled at him. “It’s just that it’s really big.”

Neteyam had to take a big breath after hearing you say those words. You could get him all worked up just like that.

“Just lay down and let me try.” you pecked him on the lips as he laid down.

You started by leaving soft kisses along his thighs. Then you got close to his member and licked the tip slowly. Neteyam closed his eyes and let out a breathy moan. You kept licking the tip while you stroke his length. It was even more difficult with your tiny hands so you had to used both of them. Even though you felt you weren’t giving him enough pleasure, Neteyam felt as if he was already in Heaven: every lick, every kiss, every caress… Everything felt amazing.

You took a bit of his length inside your mouth and started moving your head up and down, with your hands stroking the part that was left. Your mouth hurt because of how wide his dick was, but you didn’t care. Hearing the sounds Neteyam made was enough to make you keep going.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he exhaled while stroking your hair.

You went even deeper, almost to the point of gagging, but you remained calm. You were doing well so far. Neteyam gripped your hair tightly, but it didn’t hurt. You liked it, in fact. At this point he felt how he was about to cum.

“Y/N,” he moaned. “I’m… I’m going to c-cum.”

He expected you to take off your mouth but you kept going, even faster, until he came inside your mouth. The taste of his cum was a bit salty, but you liked it. You swallowed and took some breaths when you removed your mouth.

You laid next to Neteyam as he held your hand and both of you regained your breath. You looked at each other for a while without saying anything, unsure of what to say or do. One thing was clear, you had to return to the feast before anyone realized that both of you were gone.

You dressed each other and arranged your hair, trying to hide any evidence of the things you had done. He dressed you with care and gentleness, always smiling at you or peppering your face with kisses.

When both of you were done he held your face and put his forehead on yours.

“I see you.” he said, with loving eyes.

“I see you.” you replied before kissing him one last time.

[fictionfixations]

birthday bloom kalim

notice how much more azul speaks then kalim, cause azul's all flatter-y and like. the type to ig do ill deeds by walking circles around his prey and striking when they dont expect it (as in slipping in little things here and there that could make it harder to notice for example)

but kalims all honest and more to the point, so he doesnt need as many words to get there

oof

💀 kailm. sweetie...

admittedly i feel like his upbringing of basically being spoiled and kept as happy as can be from any stresses (as in yknow always being first in stuff and doing what he wants- remember that mention of kalim finding jamil during his break cause he asked the security guys to like idfk see th camera footage? or like. to find jamil. like. i mean. he was a kid but also that kind of screams of abuse of authority, but to be fair kalim was under the impression that jamil was his friend and would have no reason to think that jamil wouldnt want to play with him as much as kalim does. you see? because he's been able to see the world through sunshine and rainbows [in comparison to jamil being faced with the harsh reality and meant to be 'mature' enough to know what hes meant to do] it means he misses these cues, that he can be so oblivious to harmful intent. or like. being so positive that it could almost blind him? like

he wants to do his best to stay alive because. remember he mentioned that one time how 'what if [his poisoner i think] had a change of heart? it wouldnt mean anything if he was dead by then'. but thats under the assumption that theres. well. to put it bluntly, good in them and that they would act on it. i really dont know how to word it in a better way.

and. its not that its bad to view things in a hopeful way, its just that too much of it can be harmful.) only does him more harm

cause like. hows he gonna survive on his own? and i mean there might not be a situation like that. but like. by them raising him like that, it means that he doesn't know how to take care of himself.

and while he has servants and everything... im of the opinion that it would've been better to raise him self-sufficient. i mean spoil him as a kid ofc precious bby but also make it clear that he should also kinda be able to depend on himself too? like. like listen

make it clear that while he can trust other people, that they can also betray him. and i get that that creates trust issues, and also idk he probably already knows this in canon (its just that he wants to believe that they can change. and also because it just never occurred to him that jamil could turn on him since hes always been there)

cause. we know his other asim relatives have tried to hurt him. or well. maybe it was only mentioned in kalims' labwear vignette? i thinki it was that one.

so like. understanding that, and then giving him the skills to be able to manage on his own when needed to. not having to rely on other people all the time. cause i mean. well. this isn't the greatest lesson to teach but its like. the only one you can fully trust is yourself??

and i mean yeah he cares for himself (because so many bad things could happen if he died. or others could get hurt/punished because he died.) but it genuinely feels like hes only doing it for others and not for himself

maybe im puliing all of this out of my ass

but im STILL not over kalim talking about how frustrating/annoying it was to know that kalim only won because of jamil. that it was because jamil held back (also in relation to the truth of him always being chosen being broken, because it wasnt true at all. which i mean, if theres something that gets established in your head as what the truth is, finding that it isnt true at all is.. a lot. like. idk. that parents arent invincible, that they're human too.)

and then grim shoots him down with 'i didnt even get picked [to peform]! how do you think I feel?'

and kalim immediately apologizes. like

i swear this is like one of the only times i feel like kalims ever been outside of his happy 'im here for you if you need me' thing

or like one of the only times hes expressed his feelings (and probably knowing he's privileged, so not wanting to express his issues because he knows so many people have it worse than him ?)

and in all honesty. if he ever gets feelings talk about himself in book 4. i forgot a lot of it. and i think it mightve been partially because i knew the twist in advance so it just hurt me going through it knowing that they were wrong of who they suspected so. yeah.

uhmm. as you can see. i have a lot of thoughts about kalim. haha oops

[just-some-sorta-person]

Reo, Nagi, and Reo and Nagi

Getting lots of thoughts about Nagi and Reo in anticipation for the new epinagi chapter cus I'm just nervous and they have lots of brainrot potential. Like they're just so cute but also heartbreaking but also but also- not just together but separate too.

Reo

I get lots of thoughts about how Reo interprets reality. Like, he's just so delusional sometimes?? Like from the light novel

"Although Reo's strength was a modest number, his speed, stamina, agility, and jumping ability already surpassed the youth team's average. However, Reo was greatly unsatisfied, thinking, 'I'm so lame'" I understand being dissatisfied with average among the best, but thinking that you're lame... The perfectionism also shows in how he insists that Nagi make it clear when he's not good enough for them to play together as the best in the world, when Nagi starts out complimenting him. He seems to have self esteem issues in general. There's also when Nagi left, and in Epinagi he wonders if Nagi thinks he'll make it past 2nd selection, and asks why when Chigiri and Kunigami want him to join their team, surprised at their answer.

Then there's when Nagi thanks Reo for introducing him to soccer and Reo is so shocked, he thinks Nagi is dying. And when its established that Nagi is not dying, Reo says that he's matured, which I would interpret as Reo simply not taking that thanks as true gratefulness, but rather politeness that Nagi has matured into giving, since he's usually so insensitive. He doesn't consider that maybe Nagi has felt this way for awhile, and simply wanted to express his honest thoughts because he thinks it can't be true, to some extent. Or at least that's how I read it.

But as someone who knows how straightforward Nagi is, I feel like he should know that Nagi is just straightforwardly expressing his emotions. Reo sees, he just can't bring himself to believe or trust in it..

I mean, I'll be honest a lot of his delulu moments come from how he interprets his relationship with Nagi. And I think he's aware of it too- that irrational emotion that overwhelms him when it comes to Nagi. I think its because he let his guard down, and got really attached.

As Reo says, "He might be able to experience a storm of infatuation and obsession with this person. No. He can definitely do so."

(Also, can I just take this moment to make fun of Reo for saying this immediately after "The fact that he's playing games by himself during lunch break means that he's a game otaku. Zero exercise factor..." , "The face that looked up at him had an emotionless and cold expression...It was so drained of spirit that Reo thought that he looked half dead.", and "That person thinks that Reo will give him money if he asks for it. Weirdo." Like what haha)

And, the thing is, theres some evidence in epinagi that Reo is very aware of this weakness of his, and hates it. Like, he seems so crazy in the anime during the toothbrush pulling additional time, and even his response to Nagi leaving him behind for Isagi seems pretty extreme from an outsider perspective (I think some people will disagree with me?), since Nagi isn't saying they should stop being friends, nor is he denouncing Reo as a whole. He just wants to play soccer with someone else for a bit. If you take a step back from the metaphor of playing together as a romantic relationship, this really isn't that unreasonable? But it causes Reo to develop a vendetta against Nagi. It almost makes it seem like Reo is upset that he got his thing taken away from him, with how much he apparently needed to play on the same team as Nagi always. (This isn't the case). It's a jealous obsession, and you can see Reo's awareness of this in chapter 14 of Epinagi

"I dont want to remember. We've both moved on to new teams. I should cut my feelings short there. All I'm doing is dragging it out. I wonder if he even thinks I'll advance to the next round? If I wash out here, what'll happen to him? He told me we'd be together until the end... But he left me. What if he's living it up with Isagi and he's already forgotten about me? These thoughts just keep running through my head. Over and Over..."

The conclusion being- "I hate myself right now". There's an interpretation of this involving the relationship=soccer metaphor, but tbh I kinda refuse to go along with that because I think its much more interesting to see Reo's interpretation of playing soccer with Nagi being the same as being friends with Nagi as like a misinterpretation on Reo's part, rather than some kinda metaphor-made-reality thing. And I think by the way this is prompted by Kunigiri banter instead of anything soccer related makes it clear that this is not about soccer. If it was about soccer, the action that would trigger Reo's feelings would be Kunigiri doing some sorta soccer combo, not them being super good friends.

(Epinagi really is a gay shoujo romance masquerading as a sports shonen manga ehehehe)

In any case! We can see with this final sentence that he can't stop thinking about Nagi and hates himself for it. Can also see him being delulu with the Nagi/Isagi besties thing lol. Also, the way he says "We've both moved on to new teams. I should cut my feelings short there." it really does seem like Reo equates playing with Nagi to being able to be friends with him, and I think part of what plays into this is Reo's insecurity. I mean, he's been shown to view relationships as somewhat transactional, right? With how he brings Team Y together with food bargaining, with how he gets his highschool team together using similar bargaining tactics, by promising them idols and fancy meat, with his relationship with his parents where they will only let him pursue soccer if he can prove that he can become one of the best. Even in his relationship with Nagi, he spoils him a lot in return for being able to use his talent. Everything is conditional.

In that context, it kinda makes sense why Reo assumes everything is over when Nagi no longer needs him for soccer. Reo doesn't really get that even if Nagi doesn't improve through Reo or need Reo, that Nagi would still want to be partners, because its never really been like that for Reo. The focus his parents put on rationality and practicality and performance also helps to explain why he's so bad at figuring out what to do with his obsessive/jealous feelings, and why he hates himself for it. He's not allowed to be emotional or imperfect, so he was never taught how to deal with those feelings. I mean I think in general, always being the competent person good at pleasing the masses, at popularity, at everything, does not prepare one well for these kinda things. Having emotions beyond your control, I think.

Even beyond this, we can see how Nagi has effected him emotionally in how his dreams change. Getting Nagi was originially all for winning the World Cup, but somewhere along the way, it got to the point where when they entered Bluelock, Reo's goal wasn't to become the best himself so that he could win the World Cup, but rather to make Nagi the Best. A goal that literally has nothing to do with winning the world cup...

It makes me SO CURIOUS where he's at by 207. I think before Nagi asked him for help he'd managed to bury them, and make a path toward abandoning them entirely. Afterwards? I don't think he's gotten any better. He's still possessive, seems to want Nagi to have eyes only for him, and when Nagi gets sappy with him he laughs it off and refuses to accept it. When he dismisses Nagi's thanks as deathbed confessions, was it to protect himself from trusting? Knowing how little Reo thinks Nagi thinks of him, it seems like something he would have been overjoyed to hear, which really makes his response seem like a cautious dismissal. Especially his panel of shock, I wonder if there's that fear of assuming too much again, getting too close again. I'm really curious.

Nagi

Nagi gives me brainrot in a less angsty way, since he started so low that things can only really go up from him now. He went from having to buy a cactus to talk to to having a rich bf who adored him and did everything for him, to being able to escape his apathy and develop a passion that he really seems to be enjoying. Reo really made his life better and he knows it - writes poetry to Reo in his head constantly, joined a weird soccer cult for Reo, even after Reo slapped him away, Nagi remained dedicated to their dream. If Reo is underconfident in the security of the Nagireo situationship, Nagi is overconfident. He really seems to think Reo can read his mind? Lol.

Even so, because he's less soccer obsessed, he's at least a bit more grounded. He doesn't mind if Reo plays with people better than him, didnt want to join Bluelock because he didn't want him and Reo to be rivals, all that really seemed to matter to him at first was being with Reo. So, while Reo equated their partnership to being a soccer duo, Nagi saw it as an extension of their friendship. Unlike Reo, He's not particularly possessive. Like I said, he said he wouldn't mind if Reo chose to play with another player at the start. But he does care a lot about him - gets angry at Barou, plays soccer for him (at the start), wants piggyback rides, lets him pet his head... It really feels like while Reo needs Nagi more, Nagi admires Reo more, trusts him more, has more faith. It's quieter, but arguably more intense. (Reo fell first Nagi fell harder agenda) He actually seems to have an idealized vision of Reo in his head - An example of him thinking of Reo as greater and more perfect than the real person would be when he tells a despairing Isagi that Reo wouldn't act like this, and then epinagi jumps straight to a despairing Reo. Nagi really thinks Reo is more perfect than he actually is. Rose colored glasses. Wonder how this would interact with Reo's perfectionism.

There's that one interaction with Zantetsu I really like where Zantetsu asks him why he plays football and Nagi replies that its because of Reo, and all he's doing is tagging along. Zantetsu recognizes that Nagi, the hassle guy, is certainly doing a lot for Reo and asks what's so great about him, to which Nagi replies that its the first time anyone has been interested in a slacker like him

To which Zantentsu responds " ...You're down bad for Reo a wierdo." and "You're so loyal don't seem like a bad guy".

There uh wasnt really a point to that. I just wanted to talk about it because the respect they have for each others motives lives rent free in my head. And I think its interesting how Zantetsu immediately gets how much Reo means to Nagi, but Reo still doesn't understand after all this time.

Something I wonder is if part of the reason why Nagi is so bad at communicating and anticipating Reo's emotions is because he was apathetic and friendless for so long - disconnected from the world. Or well, I do theorize that part of his communication issues come from talking exclusively to a cactus for awhile.

Episode Nagi vs. Blue Lock

One image that I think really illustrates the difference between Epinagi and the main manga is Isagi's flabbergasted face when Nagi is having that moment with Reo where his hand gets slapped away.

He's so confused because they are not speaking his language. Reo's all like "you didn't choose me" And Isagi is like "And what does this have to do with soccer?"

Meanwhile once Reo switches gears to "I'll crush you" (expressing some form of ego/competition) Isagi is back to being the soccer manga MC.

It makes me wonder tho what's in store for our duo. Because in the main manga, they're back together, but they're not doing so great (if you look at the greater picture). There's tons of foreshadowing that Nagi is meant to fall from grace after reuniting with Reo, with Ego saying he'll get overconfident because of that dangerous goal, and Agi saying he's lost interest, as well as Isagi himself saying that there will be no more miracle goals. In the context of the main manga, it seems like while being a duo makes Reo and Nagi happy, its bad for their football. In the grander theme of Egoism, Reo seems doomed due to playing for Nagi instead of himself (tho this may not be as much of an issue due to his goal not being becoming a striker necessarily), and Nagi seems doomed because he's so comfortable with Reo that he won't experience despair and grow. The solution to this seems to be another fight or separation, maybe from Reo this time (thus breaking my heart).

However, from Episode Nagi's perspective, them being together in some fashion is integral to Nagi's goals. The manga starts with a remark on Reo's effect on Nagi, and so a permanent separation seems unlikely.

So is the ReoNagi duo good or bad for their soccer? It may function well if they reach some sort of arrangement that satisfies the ego rhetoric of the main manga, though I'm not sure what that would be. From the perspective of the main manga though, I can't see the duo ending well. From the perspective of Episode Nagi, however, their duo has to be maintained. It feels like two contradicting forces pulling at each other. How could this be resolved? There are some possibilities.

One possibility (though I don't like it so much) is becoming egoistic rivals who play together and push each other to their limits. The reason I don't like this is because this concept of rivalry and devouring is too similar to the main manga, and its kinda boring for a spinoff to take so much effort to just tell the same story in a different font.

Another possibility is that they fail in the main manga, and the spinoff is a tragedy about how Reo's discovery of Nagi doomed his soccer? Not a fan of this one because it would make me a lil sad. Though maybe it would be paired with the emergence of a friendship or relationship (I am not optimistic enough to hope for romance so at most hinted) that does not rely on soccer. It'd be a cool subversion, if a bit unsatisfying to see their dream abandoned. Honestly, I'd find this kinda path to be very interesting, but it seems to risky for it to actually be taken. It would explore the negative impact of tying your relationships to the sport, and suggest a mindset of happiness above mindless success. Seems risky though... very risky and subversive. And given the codependent nature of some sport duos, very satisfying to see the necessary separation of sport and friendship explored. Taking a positive spin, that would mean that because Reo is the one that nurtured Nagi's soccer genius, Nagi doesnt become the best soccer player but he does end up being happy :)

Another possibility would be Nagi just straight up leaving Reo and keeping him in thoughts only. That would hurt tho. Make me sad and depressed. I dont know if Reo could survive this.

Maybe Reo learns to motivate Nagi by becoming so good that now Nagi has to chase him instead of the way it was the other way round before. Not a fan of the manipulation undertones to that, so it may depend on the execution. Also just doesn't make much sense to me since it doesnt seem sustainable. Though maybe it could just be Reo learning to give Nagi more space to grow, and their friendship could just mend on the side separately. That could be nice.

Something else that doesn't seem likely to me, but I would like is for the point of Episode Nagi to be for Nagi and Reo to disentangle their situationship from its dependence on soccer, freeing them to be individual egoists while not necessarily pitting them against each other as rivals. This allows them to develop by the standards of the main manga, though it does make them a bit boring since they wouldn't really be taking an alternate path to star strikerhood. I like this path though because disentangling the situationship from soccer would have to involve them COMMUNICATING THEIR FEELINGS such that Nagi understood Reo's needs/insecurities and Reo understood Nagi's devotion. Reo would get affirmation that regardless of his performance, Nagi would still be his partner outside of soccer. And Nagi could be his, but outside of soccer. And they don't need each other. They want to be around each other. And I also think that a story leaning away from the codependency could show that once you realize you can function without the other, it makes it all the more meaningful when you choose to be together anyways. Because it's not a need, but a want. A want powerful enough to last. 

But that would really solidify that Epinagi is not about soccer, and while I joke that it is not about soccer, because it really doesn't feel like it is, I cant quite trust that it isn't because it is a spinoff of a soccer manga.

Something else that could happen is Nagi finding that his ego is realizing his and Reo's dream.. something that is romantic, but given how his ego and interest was kickstarted by Isagi seems a lil unlikely? But not impossible. Just because it was kickstarted by Bluelock doesnt mean it can't manifest and be fueled with Reo. ehhh idk if this really fits with the concept of Ego tho. I also feel like this won't force them to communicate or help Reo be more focused on his own performance, as opposed to only Nagi's goals (something I think he has to do, since serving Nagi makes him predictable and is reminiscent of that transactional relationship thing I mentioned earlier that he should probably learn is not the case). It would be consistent with the start and focus of epinagi tho.

At the end of the day, I don't know what will happen. Sure is fun to theorize tho!! :D

Nagireo, Reonagi

From a shipping perspective, I think their relationship is so interesting because its so complicated, and influences their lives so much. They are also polar opposites in a way that highlights their personalities. I think a meaningful exploration of Nagireo inevitably becomes an exploration of Nagi and Reo as characters. I'm not usually a fan of the miscommunication trope, but its a little different with these two because it really makes sense to me that they would miscommunicate- in fact, it seems inevitable that they would end up misunderstanding each other. Because of that, the misunderstanding feels meaningful instead of frustratingly inserted or forced.

Nagi idolizes Reo because Reo saved him from apathy. And because Nagi was apathetic and disengaged from society for so long, his communication skills suck, and he probably has a habit of not putting as much effort into conversations. When you combine those things, of course Nagi would act like Reo can read his mind.

Reo is used to getting what he wants, deems anything below genius boring or lame, and thus doesn't necessarily think highly of himself despite his accomplishments and hardworking nature - especially if you take into account his upbringing and parents. He feels trapped, and finds freedom in playing soccer with Nagi. With the transactional way Reo views relationships (I wonder, what it means for someone who views things as transactional to give so much to someone?) , and his perfectionism, it makes sense that the moment he wasn't the center of Nagi's world, he'd come away with the most despairing interpretation. An interpretation Nagi would be really bad at correcting.

So really, a misunderstanding feels inevitable with those two. Reo assumes the worst, Nagi is the worst at anticipating that and correcting it.

Despite that, I really like them together, not because they're the most functional, but because they care about each other. I really get why Nagi would be so grateful and devoted to someone that helped that drowning dull sense of apathy subside, giving him a chance to live an explore a world that didn't previously feel like his. And I really get why Reo would crave the freedom that Nagi granted him by making soccer possible for him. And also I think he kinda likes how much of a loser Nagi is lol, because its unconventional, and therefore interesting.

And I also get that sense of insecurity and drive, like if you fail you're nothing, and all your relationships depend on your success and ability to prove your skill - if you can't do the thing you're worthless and if you're worthless you're alone.

And also the loneliness of apathy, the sense that you're in your own world and there's no one around..

And I really feel like that devotion could help heal that wounded pride, and that sort of gleeful drive could really drive the apathy away...

The comfort in that is precious, I think

[little-pup-pip]

Uhm so I was wondering, how you tell someone you are agere and petre. I have a really close friend and I would like them to know

Hello! This is a complicated topic that most of us have to face at some point. Of course, I don't know your friend, and I can't give you a perfect step-by-step guide for your individual situation. I'm also not great at giving advice in general. Still, I can tell you about my experiences with this and how I told people!! I hope this helps!

The first person I ever told was my best friend. The circumstances are strange, though, because it was when they were telling me that they regress! When they were finished, I was just like "!! Me too!!!" And we were both very relieved that everything was out in the open. This story was amazing when it happened, but it probably isn't an educational lesson because there often isn't a perfect opportunity to tell someone something so personal.

That's where we get into the second person I ever told! My dear, at the time ignorant, boyfriend. I was afraid to tell him initially, even though I knew deep down he wouldn't react poorly. This story is kind of funny as well because my extensive, mentally planned-out discussion with him didn't actually end up happening either. Instead, I involuntarily regressed right in front of him!

He had no idea what was happening, and was very surprised by the whole situation. Eventually, when I was able to actually participate in an adult conversation, we talked it through, and I explained everything to him. He had lots of questions, and it took him a while to figure out his feelings and role in the whole thing. Even then, confused and caught completely off-guard, he was very open-minded because he cares about me, and he's my CG now!

I think it's important to talk about these things in a mature, open-minded, and loving way that allows both sides to express their thoughts. If your friend has no experience with Agere or Petre, they're probably going to have questions and maybe a knee-jerk reaction that seems negative. Perhaps they'll need time to think about it, or do research, or talk through it. Maybe they'll surprise you! All you can do is be patient and honest with them and hope that they're a true friend who will support you no matter what.

As you've just read, I never really had a serious, planned-out discussion where I sat someone down and revealed my secret to them unprompted, as you likely plan to. Clearly, you trust this person. Therefore, the relationship you share is presumably strong enough to allow you both to be your authentic selves without judgment or fear. The fact that you want to tell them at all says a lot about how much you care about them, so the only thing left to do is go for it!

[fellshish]

Hya

you seem like you have everything well (enough) in order soooo

I just came out as trans to my parents and my mum said she'll try to use at least the shortened version of my deadname (the one that makes the most sense in my native language) but my dad is having a hard time about it

he says 'i see everything black and white' and 'biologically you're not a man so i won't address you as he/him'

i tried to explain that literally nothing would make me happier than him calling me that but i don't really think he gets it? idk

I'll try to give him time obviously but in my head I've been like this for ages (give or take 5 years) but for them it's new so idk

idk man i'm just very confused on how to handle this all

-🐦‍⬛

Hey! I don’t exactly have everything figured out but thank you for choosing to trust me with such an important topic.

You’re brave for having come out to your parents so first of all, congratulations on taking such a big step. Also when you write “in my head I've been like this for ages (give or take 5 years) but for them it's new” that already shows me your incredible maturity about this ❤️

I don’t know your personal situation and there are certainly elements that would influence my advice: do you still live with your parents, are you financially independent from them, what type of person is your dad, what friends / siblings can you rely on?

The most important thing is your safety. If you are still living with your parents and your dad isn’t open to calm conversation about this, i wouldn’t push it too much (for your own mental health & safety, not for his comfort, to be clear).

Also definitely time is an important factor here. Parents tend to go through their own process in these cases. Give him time.

Communication remains the key.

You have some options there. I know trans people who have written long letters to their parents just to get all their thoughts out uninterrupted; and it gives the parents something to reread. That might work. Providing them with tips on things to watch (documentary type stuff) or books to read might help. Or enlisting the help of allies (a sibling, an aunt,…) to talk some sense into your dad.

I think the key here will be him realising that if he wants to have a meaningful relationship with his child (as in: be trusted in conversation, be invited to future birthday parties or weddings) he will have to adjust his attitude.

I’ll be honest with you. Unfortunately not every parent has shown themself cut out for this. That is 100% on the parent and 0% on the trans person. I’m not saying this will happen to you — the fact that your mom is more or less making an adjustment, shows promise for the future.

Throughout all of this i think it’s important to keep yourself surrounded by (preferably lgbt) friends wherever you may get them, the internet or real life.

I hope this already helped a bit. But please, if any of my followers can offer additional advice or support, add it in a comment or reblog.

[jxfndm]

CONRAD FISHER x FEM! READER (ARGUMENT/FLUFF, BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS)

"out of my mind"

WARNINGS - cussing, mature language/descriptions, alcohol mentions, arguing, content related etc.

CONRAD FISHER

Beer, that’s all I cared about. Belly married Jeremiah, and even though I was getting over it, it still hurt like hell. Even if I didn’t love her anymore.

"Connie, are you gonna work in the lab today or is it another work from home day?" a voice questioned softly. I peeked over the couch I was laying on, to see my best friend standing. Pajamas and all, she was beautiful.

After Jere and Belly got married, I ultimately decided to take a job up in California. I was contracted at a Bio Lab for a year out here, and needed somewhere to stay. Coincidentally, my childhood school best friend, Y/N, was here in California. She had moved after the 8th grade and I never really got to see her up until I started attending Stanford. When we reconnected, I completely forgot about how Belly made me feel, because what I felt for Y/N was more complex, and a lot stronger. Now I was her roommate, and that made things all the more difficult.

"Uh, it’s a lab day, but not until later." I said, finally sitting up and running my hands through my hair. She stayed quiet and nodded, heading towards the kitchen to start on her coffee. Typical.

"Hey, I’m gonna study at the library tonight. Could you just make sure to check on that pipe in the bathroom before you leave? I can call maintenance to come up tomorrow if it’s bad." she questioned flatly. Something seemed off.

"Yeah, no problem." I said, looking over at her. She was completely focused on making her coffee. I got up and sat at the barstools across from her. "Alright, Y/N, what’s up?"

She shrugged. "Nothing, it’s not important."

I sighed, when she closed herself off, it was extremely difficult to get her to open up about what could be bothering her.

Y/N

I stirred my coffee in circles, trying my hardest to ignore the boy who continues to steal my heart everyday.

If I’m being honest, there’s not too much of an issue, other than the fact that because of Jeremiah and Belly’s wedding anniversary coming up, he’s been a completely different person. And even if we have briefly talked about our feelings in the past, I don’t think he even knows what he wants. As for me, I’m just done waiting. He should be moving back home in 2 months, I just had to keep the distance until then.

"Y/N." he called. I faked a smile as I looked at him. "Yes?" I asked. My tone was off, I couldn’t hide that.

"Can we not?" he questioned, annoyance evident in his words. I furrowed my brows at him.

"Can we not what?" I questioned him, looking back down at my coffee. He sighed, loud enough for me to hear it. I gulped, this was hard.

"Can we not go through the back and forth of you closing yourself off? I’m your best friend and we talk about everything, I don’t get why you have to cause so much trouble just to get my attention, you have it already." he snapped. I looked at him in disbelief.

I scoffed. "Trust me, I don’t want your attention." I stated.

"Are you serious? Literally, what is going on? We were just watching a movie yesterday, we almost fucking kissed. What the hell, Y/N." he said, causing my heart to race.

Right. We almost kissed. And if I just allowed it, we probably would’ve made out right on the living room floor.

"Don’t bring that into this, Conrad. You don’t know what the hell you’re saying right now." I warned, My face surely showed I was upset, all because he was trying me right now.

"I don’t? But I do, Y/N. You have these stupid little cold attitudes with me when I’ve done nothing to you. And if I have? Then fucking enlighten me, because I must have missed that episode." he scowled. My blood boiled with every word he said.

I knew I would probably regret the next things that came out of my mouth.

"Fuck you, Conrad. Do you know how exhausting it is to be 2nd all the damn time? My God, of course you don’t, not until Belly chose your damn brother over you, but before that, you were always number one to her. And even a year later, you’re still over here with no damn clue about what you want. I’m sick of waiting on you, Conrad. I’ve waited since the 6th grade for you, and I’d rather not waste another minute of my time waiting on you!" I exclaimed, my face was hot. I was so fired up, I barely even realized the stream of tears coming down my face.

I hated that I cried when I was pissed, but it only happened because I really gave a shit about Conrad, but he could care less about me.

"Y/N-" he started. "Just stop. I need to get ready." I said lowly, making my way towards my room, leaving my cup on the counter. I could give 2 shits about my morning coffee right now.

Before I could grab the doorknob to my bedroom, I felt a grasp on my wrist. I closed my eyes, refusing to look at him. I knew if I did, my heart would melt and I’d be waiting for months.

As he turned me towards him, his grasp lightened, and his hands trailed up to my cheek, wiping the tears off my cheek. My eyes were closed, and goosebumps filled my arms feeling the touch of his skin.

"Y/N, please look at me. Please." he begged, almost choking to say it. Though I had my doubts, I opened them slowly to meet his gaze. His eyes were soft, the same eyes I could stare into for days and forget the world was moving around me.

"You are not my second choice, and I promise you that much. Look, I know I’ve been a mess, but it’s not really anything to do with Jere and Belly, it’s everything to do with the way I feel for you." he said. My heart skipped a beat. "Y/N, you mean the world and more to me. I’ve been going back and forth with myself on how to tell you, because if there’s one thing I don’t ever want to fuck up, it’s anything to do with you. I’m out of my mind in love with you, Y/N." he explained, his hands now grabbing mine.

His face was just inches away from mine. The look on his face, his parted lips and pleading eyes, meant one thing, he meant it. I knew him like the back of my hand, it wasn’t hard to tell.

I took that as a sign, and slowly melted into his lips. Be immediately kissed back, pressing me against the wall as his hands grasped at my hips, pulling me closer to him.

Our kiss intensified, as he brought a hand to my neck, softly grabbing it. After a few moments, we finally pulled apart.

"Please don’t shut me out, I want to be here for you. I won’t leave." he pleaded, placing his forehead against mine.

I kissed him once more, a smile plastered on my face. We intertwined our hands as I looked at him and nodded, earning a smile from him.

"You’re so beautiful, never forget that." he commented. I chuckled. "You’ve always been handsome to me."

The rest of the day felt like a dream. From that day on, we spent everyday glued to eachother’s hips, madly in love.

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a/n - so sorry guys, ive been so busy with trying to register for fall semester and ive been working. for all the connie baby girls, here you gooooo (:

- j

[ganymedesclock]

What is your favorite incarnation of Princess Zelda in the whole franchise?

This is a little tricky to say, because I'll be honest; one thing I tend to do is take characters like Link and Zelda as kind of cumulative? Every version of Zelda has relevance and every version of Link has relevance to each other.

(this is why I can never get my brain around Linked Universe, though absolutely no ill will to those who create and enjoy it)

But all that said I'll stop waffling and point to Tetra from Wind Waker, and Breath of the Wild's Zelda, for very different reasons. I think this is in no small amount because for me, they are the First and Last Zeldas- at least, as of this writing. Wind Waker was the very first Zelda title I ever played, which makes it more formative for me than the deservedly iconic Ocarina of Time- I encountered OoT as an adult after having grown up with hours and hours of Wind Waker.

Tetra is, IMO, one of the most proactive Zeldas we get in the series. Even if she's a child, she seems more worldly and mature than even some of the young adult Zeldas. I love that cheeky wink that she has and I'd adore it to come back as a character quirk for Zelda, though I understand why not; ever since Twilight Princess we've had a run of Zeldas who pretty clearly haven't felt much like winking.

Tetra manages to be a spitfire without hitting too many "stereotypical girlboss" type qualities; she doesn't feel like she's proving anything about how a girl can fight or whatever. She's a powerful, authoritative leader; we watch her quickly and decisively make plans, and I feel like she sort of sets the prototype for the canny, calculating ally we get in Twilight Princess in Midna (who is, to this day, my all-time favorite Buddy Character)

The scene in the bomb shop where Tetra spots Link but pretends she didn't is a standout favorite, as is the conversation she has with him right before Helmaroc drops in- specifically, when she says, "don't you have something else to worry about?" and points upward. Tetra's casual relationship with danger, and her obvious astuteness and intensity is great. I like that she doesn't really feel like our friend until we've earned it- the same qualities that make her a good leader also make her kind of scary and aloof. Again, she feels like the prototype for Midna in a lot of ways and Midna's the only helper who has an unapologetically selfish agenda.

I don't think it's a good thing to just, bully Link (because he takes a lot of crap from his co-stars) but it's nice to feel like someone is actively setting standards with Link that he has to live up to.

Tetra feels like she's using that aspect of Wisdom for her own designs, and until Link earns her trust, it'll actually work against him. Even if their goals are similar enough they don't really compete, if not for the curse Tetra would absolutely have made good on her word and blasted the back off Outset Island and demanded Nayru's Pearl for herself.

Which makes it brutal when Tetra absolutely gets the knees kicked out from under her by the revelation of- almost literally- the one piece of wisdom she couldn't have. The smart, seafaring tough girl is completely laid low by the revelation she "is Zelda" and has to be "as Zelda" and it takes the entire second act of the game and a kidnapping for her to rebuild that confidence.

It's why I always felt deeply disturbed by Spirit Tracks Zelda and how she's scared of rats and so obviously sheltered, has been led to believe that it's "a family tradition" for Zelda to wait passively for the hero as if her own grandmother only waited because she was forced to, and regretted it the second she got her feet back under her. It feels like Cole's manipulations, or, worse, that Tetra's children betrayed what she stood for and things only even worked out as well as they could because despite everything, Cole couldn't completely crush Zelda's spirit.

And speaking of crushed spirits...

BotW Zelda is just about the opposite in every way. While she's no less intelligent than Tetra, she's running in survival mode. And that, I think, is the kicker- I don't think any version of Zelda is stupid. I think many of them are just doing the best they can with a horrible situation.

BotW Zelda lived most of her life in futility. The brilliance that makes Tetra a shrewd, calculating person is reflected here in the most destructive way possible. I'm endlessly haunted by the cutscene of her standing at one of the shrines, musing in frustration that there has to be some kind of backdoor, there always is- a cutscene we only see after we know that Ganondorf was able to level Hyrule in this game because of the existence of that exact backdoor.

Zelda reached out and knocked on the walls of Ganon's prison long before he ever moved to attack, and thought nothing of it, because she is just a stupid girl who can't do anything right.

Where Skyward Sword Zelda is broken by the memory of Hylia, and how Hylia does not appear to have perceived any meaningful distinction in where she ended and Zelda began, BotW Zelda yearns for that cruelty. She begs the statue of Hylia to at least "tell [her] what's wrong with [her]", while being brutally cut down by her father at every single turn.

(Sorry, Rhoam. Whatever your intentions or fears, what you did to your daughter was abuse, flat-out)

If Tetra knows exactly who she is until the floor is dropped out from underneath her, BotW Zelda is the opposite; she spends so long mired in doubts and misery that the ultimate culmination of her power is the saddest possible epiphany- it's just being in so much of a crisis that nothing she does matters anymore. It's the soul equivalent of hysteric strength and I cannot begin to imagine the muscles she tore within herself to maintain that for a hundred years.

And even then, it's clear in her telepathic communications to Link she is still so sorry, still feeling so pathetic and helpless. Swimming in the Malaise, seemingly largely without lucidity, she might as well still be kneeling in a shrine begging a stone to talk to her; just instead of a statue, she's across from a screaming, wrathful, self-ascended god not speaking any language she understands.

But when I say "I think Zelda is cumulative" it's with the fact of, no matter how different Tetra and Zelda seem from each other... Tetra would make so much sense to BotW's Zelda. Everything Zelda wishes she was- such a badass you don't even take a lack of power for granted. There IS a backdoor, and it's called having a fuck-off galleon with big old fuck-off guns and a bunch of burly men who will heed your word. Despite being "a nobody" who forgot her royal lineage entirely to survive, Tetra rules like a queen on the high seas- besides the ghost ship and a few sunken wrecks we don't see a boat anywhere near the size of Tetra's pirate vessel and a portrait in Hyrule Castle unsubtly paints her crew as directly analogous to the retainers and court that her ancient ancestor commanded. She fearlessly requisitions one of the most expensive shops on Windfall Island and faces no consequences.

If Ganondorf pities her, it's that she's the queen of such a small, empty world- subtextually threaded into his comments to Link, how much he sees himself in both of them at that point, as he was also once the highly-skilled sovereign of a wasteland that hampered his ambitions like a tiger in a cage.

BotW and Wind Waker are both apocalypses, but they seem to reflect different forms of apocalypse. Wind Waker is an apocalypse of clarity, arguably; Tetra is nearly a fully-actualized Wisdom Bearer and one of the most bold and powerful Zeldas despite a lack of holy magic- she quite frankly doesn't need it, and uses the light arrows Link himself acquired elsewhere. The sacred regalia is just another treasure to plunder from a blind ocean. More than in any other game, Ganondorf speaks to Link and Tetra, and explains who he is- and wonders who they are, even in anger. Before the final fight, he even expresses a willingness to leave them alone if he's able to restore Hyrule- a pretty strong statement considering his curse voiced in OoT and echoed (preempted?) by Demise in Skyward Sword. There was so much clarity at the antediluvian end that the cycle very nearly stopped there, with the end of Ganondorf's anger.

BotW, despite being a fuller, more 'flourishing' world in all ways- the bounty of Hyrule's landscape even in decline is a direct contrast to the fishless Great Sea- is an apocalypse of amnesia. Zelda doesn't know who she is. She has no foundation to operate with confidence on. It's not a lack of intelligence, and it's not a lack of skill, and it's not a lack of craftsmanship. It's some intangible thing that she grapples furiously with and even at the end of the game she tiredly communicates that she has no control over it, and calling it once in a blind panic that somehow lasted a century without aging her means nothing- that power vanished and left her just where she started.

She remains a flower that can't be saved, such that the only thing that can be done for it is abandon it and hope, which is exactly what happened during the calamity. And yes, that flower was strong enough... but at what cost? It came with no understanding. Ganondorf is absent for BotW, acting by proxy from somewhere deep underground. We are faced with distorted, faceless echoes of Ganondorf, the Calamity and Blights, shadows in the water, and his thinking and his motives are completely ambiguous. With the name of the triforce being seemingly forgotten entirely in BotW, all of its bearers are lost in different ways:

The identity, autonomy, personality, of the bearer of Power has been buried and subsumed such that his blood boils out of cracks in the rock screaming that it will not be subjugated but the contents of his words are lost.

The bearer of Courage fatally overtaxes himself, because in a do-or-die moment he dies anyway, and cannot accept it, surviving at the cost of almost everything else that matters. At the end of it all, the person he spent everything to save timidly asks him if he even remembers who she is.

And the bearer of Wisdom, thwarted by an inability to put the pieces together, not because she's any stupider or weaker than her predecessors but because so much of the puzzle has been destroyed she can't know what's missing. Who knows, Zelda! Maybe, like Tetra, you have only half of the triforce of wisdom and should be tearing all over creation looking for small golden triangles! You can't know that, because you don't seem to know what the triforce is anymore or what that light in your hand means!

[the-bittera-one]

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2. Phlox

The sound of a door opening and closing echoed through an occupied kitchen. The person inside, who was busy drying some cups with a cloth, calmly turned around. She already knew who was the one that entered. And because of it, her lips had naturally curved into a smile even before settling her eyes on the brown-haired man that looked like he had been caught red-handed.

"Miguelito! Here to hang out with my spawn, I suppose." Said the older woman, who looked friendly and at ease thanks to the laugh lines on her mature and beautiful face, not at all bothered by the younger man's sudden trespassing.

Your mother was a kind person, but reserved with those she was not close to. And that specially the case if you were involved in the equation.

In the beginning she had treated Miguel with caution. It wasn't anything to do with him, really, he was just a child at the time, but his household's (or more precisely, his parents') reputation was not something that could be simply dismissed.

She feared for you at first, but after a few years had passed she came to realize that he was harmless; a victim of his environment, yes, but not impressionable enough to let it dictate his behavior towards you and others, or even towards his own future.

He was a kind one, studious and patient, specially with you who sometimes had uncontrollable bursts of chaotic energy. Your occasional "zoomies", as you both had named them. But he was also determined and caring, brave enough to confront whatever bully crossed your path, even if that meant his frail and weak body was going to bear the brunt of it.

"Yeah… We're, uh… going to… that… thing…" With a poor attempt at lying, he replied. Listening to himself made him wince, knowing that his lack of familiarity with the action was causing him to perform terribly at it.

Ah, he was also honest… to a fault.

But luck was on his side, because as caring as your mother was, she also had her flaws. One of which was that once she started trusting someone, that trust was rarely questioned, unless major inconsistencies began to show.

And your mother trusted him. A lot.

So she just smiled, her eyes going back to the cup and cloth as she spoke. "Go upstairs. And be quick, my husband went shopping a while ago, I'm sure he'll be back soon."

A cold ran down his spine. Your father was the complete opposite of the woman before him. Many said he had the personality of a golden retriever.

And he did, he was such a lovable and high-spirited man that put your own chaotic energy to shame. Even Miguel himself had agreed with that comparison...

At least until you hit puberty, and then your father went from viewing Miguel as your friend to viewing him as a bespectacled wolf who could take his baby away in a heartbeat.

To say that your father was protective was a sickening, gross understatement. So the first thing Miguel did after hearing the news was to scramble up the stairs and hastily push open your bedroom door with a

BAM!

...

"…. Dude, what the fuck?" You said, arms up and stuck inside a shirt, leaving most of your torso exposed. He had just caught you in the middle of a shirt change, but you didn't seem as startled as any other person would have been considering the situation.

"No time, put that shirt on before I drag you out half dressed." He said as he picked up your bag and pushed you towards the door from behind.

"Are you really going to let everyone see me like this?" You replied, waving your shirt-bound arms for emphasis.

That, not surprisingly, did made him stop.

But not for propriety's sake, oh no. One look and it wouldn't take to be a person who had an English accent and used the term "mind palace" to figure out that you had been ravaged recently.

Those dark pretty spots on your waist and chest were as bad liars as he was.

And if your father were to see it-

"…Shit"

So he let go of your bag, making it fall to the ground and then helped with sliding your shirt down to its rightful place, one that covered all the sins he had committed with you over and over again.

Besides, he wasn't keen on anyone else looking at something he was just starting to enjoy.

The quick footsteps of two people descending the stairs were what followed, accompanied by a hasty "Bye Mom!" and then the slamming of the front door as you two made your escape.

That was the last thing the older woman heard before breaking into a fit of giggles.

The thing was…

No one really knew what was actually going on with you two.

Yes, you were still spending time together. And yes, things between the two of you were becoming more and more ambiguous over time.

You hadn't really talked about what had happened that sunny afternoon. Or the mornings/afternoons/evenings/midnights that followed.

The lack of formality didn't stop your little fling though; your intimate encounters continued, becoming more frequent, more intimate, and more risky.

You were friends and you were not. You were lovers and you were not. You weren't keeping it secret, but you weren't making it public either.

Your relationship was Schrodinger's cat, its status uncertain until the fragile box in which it was contained was opened, revealing either Pandora's curse or the most sublime of joys.

So instead of finding out if the cat was dead or alive, you chose to pretend that everything was just the same, even as you kept screwing under the sheets, or on his desk, or on his parents' kitchen counter, or even inside the car the two of you just got into.

People did have suspicions, like your mother, who had just finished drying cups and was now drying plates instead, or your father, who was just entering the house, carrying bags and more bags filled with groceries with him. But those suspicions had been there even before anything had happened.

In fact, they had been there ever since you became teenagers.

So, in a sense, no one actually knew what was really going on. The only ones who knew the truth were you, him, and your poor flattened Axolotl Squishmallow who to this day remained there, in the corner of your bed while facing the wall ever since that day.

The dates you had together were mainly focused on having a good time. And just like now, he would drive you to a place where you'd perform your usual hanging out routine: talking, bantering, playing with your phones (or the game machines if you were at the arcade), stealing each other's food and gossiping even after you both said that activity was beneath your extraordinary minds, and giggling when he finished the session with a "pero quiénes somos nosotros para juzgar" (but who are we to judge).

Of course, there were a few things thrown into the mix that weren't there before, like you deliberately using clothes that were easy to get under and then discarded, or him needing to bring wet wipes and some little square packets made out of aluminum foil, or both of you needing to eat mints before going home to keep the smell of certain fluids from clinging to your breath.

But it felt like it wasn't enough. It was never going to be when it came down to him. Which is why your friendly time together was sometimes clandestinely continued under the veil of the night, and maybe even under the covers of your bed.

Your plushy still faced the wall while your pillows were riddled with bite marks. The walls of your bedroom were ticker than his, after all.

Vacations were getting shorter and you began to hang out a lot more, as if you felt your time together was coming to an end. For some strange reason, you had a bad feeling about the next semester…

Maybe it was the dread of knowing the amount of academic load that was waiting for you.

As much as you loved having made it into this specific college, the assignments, tests, and other crap were already beginning to weight on your mind.

That was why you were now lying on the verdant grass of a park in the middle of a beautiful afternoon, hangovered and wearing the same clothes you'd grinded on Miguel the night before at a party.

How did you get there, you ask? Let's just say it all started with a trip to a board-game-themed bar with a very unethical owner who was willing to offer alcoholic drinks without the requirement of an ID and a bet on who could do more damage at a party thrown by one of your ex-classmates you planned to crash.

It was wildly uncharacteristic for both of you.

But then again, you had both been acting out of character for quite some time.

The cold can that suddenly touched your eyelids brought you back to the present, and your hands went for it as Miguel's retreated.

"Do you feel better now?" He asked, concern coloring his tone.

You grunted as a response, the weight of your own body felt so heavy that it crushed whatever desire you had of replying verbally.

That, and the spinning of your head.

You were the one who came up with the idea for the bet, so it shouldn't come as a surprise that you were 4 drinks in when you placed it.

Why were you doing this to yourself? Had you finally awakened your wild child phase that your parents had dreaded so much when you hit puberty, but which never came?

"Should I take you hom-"

"No," you finally replied.

And have your time with him cut short? Not a chance.

So you sat up as more pained groans escaped from you.

"I'm fine, see?"

Your voice came out hoarse, worse than your Aunt Rita's who had spent 5 of her 7 decades on this earth smoking like an overworked steam train.

You guessed that cigarettes did make her healthier than a horse just like she proclaimed. She had managed to outlive her 4 husbands after all.

The can between your hands made a sizzling sound as the tab was discarded. A peachy scent accompanied the smell of fresh greenery that surrounded you. Your eyes went back to him, who looked as handsome as ever, even after such a long night.

"I… went too far last night, sorry." Your apology came out mumbled as your eyes went back to your opened drink, the fragrant bubbles not enough to distract you from the sense of guilt you were experiencing.

"I know you're not much of a party person, and yet-"

His deep laugh distracted you from your self-deprecating session, and your attention returned to him as he flashed those canine teeth that normally put you on edge, especially when they sunk into the skin of your neck.

"Don't worry, it was fun. I don't know what you're doing with all that booze, though."

You groaned again.

Right, the booze… it hurt to think about it. Of course, you had managed to steal the entire liquor cabinet's content without that idiot of Allen McNamara noticing.

His stupid ass was way too focused on the lap dance he was receiving from a drunk girl who was clearly not old enough to be there.

Had you had more time, you would have stolen his parents aifryer too. He deserved it, being one of the guys who had bullied Miguel for years just because he refused to do his math homework. Was algebra really that hard?

"Sell it? There's way too many bottles for me to give them all away," you said, pointing to your tote bag, which was filled to the brim with bottled goods whose labels were unrecognizable to your penniless self.

But before the conversation could continue your phone vibrated as a notification chimed in. You read the text, which was from your parents who were checking in to make sure you were safe and sound and in the park, just as you had told them an hour ago.

A reply was sent, reassuring and promising to return early this time, but as you locked your phone, your eyes caught today's date.

It weighed on you how little time you had left before you had to go back to campus.

4 days to be exact.

You must have turned into a bear with the amount of grumbling you had been doing today.

" Everything okay?"

You felt a presence shuffle to your side and a warm hand on yours.

"Yeah, yeah…" The sigh that left you sounded defeated, which was why Miguel used his other hand to pull your head back to rest on his shoulder. "…classes are about to start again."

Miguel chuckled. "Is it so bad for you to have to go back?"

His carefree attitude made you pout, a little resentful that he didn't feel as down as you were feeling right now.

"Hey, hey…" He said as he placed your head back on his shoulder after you had tried to straighten up. "It's not that bad, we can still hang out."

Your cheeks flushed red, a little embarrassed that he had read you so easily after you tried to disregard the real reason of your fluctuating emotions. What bothered you the most was not the huge amount of academic work that waited for you, but the notion of not being able to spend time with him as often as you did now.

Still, his words comforted you.

"…Promise?"

But his smile stopped, as did the comforting stroke of his hand on your head. You even felt it tremble as he removed it.

Not comforting at all.

"…Wait here," he said before leaving your side to get up.

Once standing, you saw him awkwardly pat his pants pockets, front and back, then pat his chest through the blue sweater he refused to take off even if the sun was blasting down.

"Fuck…" He muttered, his tone growing increasingly desperate.

"Miguel, what…?"

His hands went under the woolen sweater, patting the pockets of his blue and white striped button-down shirt. He seemed to have finally found what he was looking for as he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

You began to worry as the seconds passed and he remained motionless. With your mouth open, you were about to say something. But then he turned abruptly, making you jerk back while still sitting on the grass.

And yet there was another pause.

"Mig-"

"I… have something to tell you." His voice was the one that cut you off this time. But as your head tilted to the side with a puzzled look, all air left your lungs as you saw him drop to one knee.

"W-wha-"

"I… I know I don't have enough money to get you a better one, and, God, rings are so expensive, and this might not be the best time or way to do it, and I might scare you off by asking, so I don't want you to take it too seriously if you don't want to, but-"

He seemed to catch himself rambling on for he stopped. Closing his eyes, a shaky sigh escaped as he tried to compose himself.

You would have said something if not for the small box his hands held out to you, capturing your attention and making every nerve in your body quiver.

It was wooden and shaped like a book, but seemed too rustic to have been made to order.

"We've known each other for so long. And, and…"

It was then when you noticed the bandages covering his fingers, and you remembered that they had been there for days.

Maybe even a weeks.

His sonorous swallow was scarcely enough to jolt you out of your frozen state, but it did the trick as your eyes returned to him.

The blush on his cheeks and the sweat forming under his hairline were enough to convince you that he was just as nervous and probably as close to passing out as you were.

"We… We've been partners- friends since we were kids. I keep going back to the day you threw your pencil at me for snoring too loudly during nap time."

A shaky laugh left you, but the tears didn't let you see straight.

"You… You've been in my head. Not just lately, but for a long time. And this summer has made it clear- that I'm too enchanted by you to let you go. So- so, please…"

The box opened to reveal a pair of modest looking rings with stones so small and bands so thin they looked as if they might bend with the slightest force placed on them.

But it didn't concern you. Not because you were wearing rose-colored glasses that were product of infatuation...

But because the filter had already been ingrained in your brain years ago.

"Yes, yes!" You shouted, ignoring the fact that the volume of your own voice was making your head hurt a little. He didn't need to finish, because you threw yourself at him, making the both of you crash against the green ground.

Your combined laughter surely attracted the attention of many passers by, but the two of you didn't care as you kissed and hugged one another. The PDA had to be cut short or your wandering hands could land you at a police station for public indecency.

So, forced by the fear of having to pay a fine, you both sat up, still laughing while looking silly. The hand he had on the back of your waist went to the box that his other hand was fortunately still holding. With your thighs straddling his, he slid the fragile-looking ring into your finger, then the other one into his own.

"It's a promise ring," he said, wanting to clarify the reason for its cheap appearance. "I'll get you something better soon, I promise."

Another giggle rang through the air, yours.

"Don't worry about it. I'm happy with it, really." Your lips landed on his cheek to reassure him, he seemed a little insecure about the rings while you just wanted to kiss him dumb.

He didn't seem convinced, but dropped the subject when he saw your sincere smile and felt your loving hug.

You were sure now, and as a wise philosopher from your time had said, that sandbox love never died.

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[hypergamiss]

Hi there! I'm in my 20s and looking to get married. I come from a culture where arranged marriages are a norm. I'm not against it since I don't have a boyfriend and feel like it would be better if my parents would vet the guy before I meet him and decide. In no way am I being forced. The thing is though I have less experience with men and that's what makes me a bit anxious. Like what do I ask him and how? I'm afraid I'll either come off as too submissive or too rude. Could you suggest some areas I should cover while asking questions? This may seem stupid but I don't know anyone else who could give better and honest advice so here it is. Thanks ❤

I’ve actually had a few friends who had their marriages arranged as well(it is part of their culture also) and it was fascinating to watch it all play out beautifully.

If you TRUST your parents judgement, having them vet men for you and suggest their top pick would be a steal because they are thinking very logically on your behalf. They’re not going to be stuck in between all of the emotions that come with dating and really be able to vet/select based on very important factors that get overlooked by a lot of people when dating. And of course there is always the fact that you are their daughter and parents will do the most to set their children up for success.

I would suggest asking him questions about his past and upbringing strategically. You want to know enough of his past that will let you predict what his future will look like with you in the picture. How does he treat his mother/sisters? Does he have a good relationship with his father? What was his childhood like? What are his best friends like, are they good people? Where did he grow up? Etc.

You can try a couple of stress tests to see how he reacts to see if he has a mature temperament. These are telltale signs or indicators that will give you an idea of what he is truly like when he’s not trying to impress someone. Does he get upset easily? Is he patient with you? Is he respectful? Etc.

Keep learning from blogs like this one and pick up some books on dating or male psychology so that you will continue to understand more. If you want, you can try dating just to get a feel of what it is like meeting new men and pick up on their social cues. Some things you have to physically do to understand, reading will only get you so far.

I wouldn’t be worried about coming off too submissive or rude. I think that you should be more worried about how he treats you and acts, and you just be yourself.

[wisyhana]

Well, apparently I wrote a whole essay about my thoughts on Wishshipping...

Wishshipping is a very cute and lovely ship, I love Jonouchi and Yugi silly dynamic, but there's something that bothers me about it and it's that somehow I feel Jonouchi wouldn't be honest with Yugi, at least not completely.

In many occasions you can see how Jonouchi doesn't talk about himself unless 1) he's forced to do it due the circumstances 2) he can't hide it anymore. When Yugi finds out about Jonouchi's dad is only through Honda, the moment Jonouchi confess about his sister's situation only happened because everybody was there watching the vhs with him, and Jonouchi only tells about his motive for joining Battle City to Honda and eventually to Anzu just bc he was in #1 situation AND YET HE ASKS TO NOT TELL YUGI.

Damn! Jonouchi only trusts Honda for anything! And I get why! Honda has been his friend for all life forever and ever, Honda had done lot of things for Jonouchi and viceversa.

But you feel what Jonouchi and Yugi has is special, you know those two were meant to be inseparable, the number one rivals, the best friend forever, etc etc etc. And yet is heartbreaking to see Jonouchi hiding things from Yugi, constantly avoiding to make him worried. I understand that you don't want to let down someone you love, but there's a limit. And you can see how Jonouchi breaks the limit by sacrificing himself instead of sitting and being vulnerable with Yugi. Like cmon, the only time Jonouchi did say something about himself and opened up his heart was to cheer Yugi up.

Jonouchi is so scared of being a disappointment that he would hide anything that could hurt Yugi. THAT'S HORRIBLE AAAAAAA.

And the other issue with it is Yugi: he is not the type of person who would push someone to be honest with him. Yugi is extremely patience and he's constantly shelving his agenda for others.

So you have two people that would put the other's need first before their own life, a guy who only would open up if someone has the mental strength to push him enough to be honest and the other guy who won't push until the other feels ready.

Total bananas.

It feels like one of those relationship that slowly tears apart bc suddenly they don't know how to handle the other. Somehow what they learned from the other when they met is not enough to keep forward into the relationship. Somehow it feels stuck.

So when I think about Wishshipping I can only imagine it as teenager crush that only stays as friendship, bc there's not enough trust to move it to a romantic relationship.

Yet the ship is adorable, I don't think it could hurt to imagine them being a couple, and I don't feel it could be a bad thing to see them breaking up bc they know there could be someone better for the other. They love each other so much that they're mature enough to let go and trust that someone else can bring the best part of them.

[obsoleteozymandias]

hello dearie, i saw your trade request. here's my info!

please do not match me with the first years. my info is as follows: pronouns: she/her/they/them personality indicators: intj 5w4 ; melancholic-choleric signs: pisces sun / taurus rising / taurus moon hogwarts house: ravenclaw alignment: neutral good alignment preferred gender to be matched with: male

personality: studious, business-minded, tech-savvy, a little bit of a perfectionist, highly values knowledge and intelligence, tends to overwork, stubbornly independent, calm and composed, intimidating at first glance (according to colleagues), reserved and extremely introverted, protective to loved ones, obedient and respectful to authorities but will not hesitate to call them out if necessary, blunt, idealistic, but ends up being a little pessimistic and/or realist when stressed, highly organised, loves to play video games or read and write books on spare time, passionate, drawn to mysterious, historical, gothic, and horror subjects

hobbies + likes: researching abandoned and haunted places, writing, reading, exams, stationery, business-related topics (esp finance), coffee shops, bookstores and libraries, electronic shops, technology, video games, dark royalty / dark academia aesthetic, classical literature, classical music, detective/crime/mystery/horror stories (esp. from 19th century), cats, history, listening and belting out to musicals when alone, greek mythology

dislikes: bugs, studying repetitive subjects without gaining new knowledge, failure to meet own expectations, unnecessary change

fashion choices: gothic, elegant, classic, vintage, and formal fashion styles

partner preference: someone gentle yet authoritative, smart/highly intelligent and has a lot of knowledge generally or on a certain subject

i think that's more than enough. that's all, thank you!

Here ya go! I hope you enoy this, and I’m very much looking forward to seeing what you have to say for mine! Feel free to send any more requests my way <3

== Twisted Wonderland ==>

I match you up with…

Idia Shroud

Pre-relationship:

Idia doesn’t truly get along with anyone well at first, let’s be honest. He’s reclusive, and although you’ve got a lot of shared interests, he can’t get over his fears of others, even if he does find you interesting.

I like the imagine in this case that you’d be sorted into Ignihyde, given your knowledge of technology. Maybe you’d even become the vice housewarden with your talent for staying calm and realistic. 

Either way, I think your mature attitude would mean he ends up relying on you quite a bit, and so he comes to trust you, although it’s a VERY long road to true friendship. 

When you do become better friends, he comes to appreciate your maturity, passion for knowledge, and your unique hobbies and interests. I think it would be cute to buy him some dark royalty clothes, and watch him flush when he changes into them for you. 

He challenges you in terms of intelligence and technology. He has fun coding challenges and creating problems for you both to solve. 

I think he falls for you long before he admits it, both to you and to himself. Your maturity, intelligence, and the ways which you both complement and yet contradict one another. 

What can I say, opposites attract!

Confession: 

He’s definitely confessing to you in person, even if he feels like he can’t do it. He knows that he needs to face his fears to be with you, and he knows that you bring out the best in him. 

He stutters and blushes his way through it, but he is earnest and speaks words of absolute adoration about you. 

Relationship:

I think you and Idia spend a lot of time alone together. You may sit in the same room and cuddle up close while playing separate games, but he’ll absolutely be placing sporadic kisses on you. 

If you ask, he’ll shower you with all his knowledge and trivia on anything. He’ll learn all of that for you! If you’re interested in something, he’ll go out of his way to learn about it so that you two can chat. 

He’ll want to spend every second of his waking hours with you, and all the sleeping ones dreaming of you.