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[extreme-unorthodox-cuddles]

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[lvrcpid]

DEPENDABLE! - intro.

sully family x oldersister!reader

introduction. let’s meet ney’ite, the first born and eldest of the sully family. (this is a reader insert but instead of y/n , you have a name)

NAME: Ney’ite te Suli Neytiri'ite

AGE: 17

GENDER: female

LOOKS : completely up to you all.

SEXUALITY: again , up to you guys.

SPECIES: na’vi.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ DAD: Jake Sully

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ MOM: Neytiri

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ BROTHER(S): Neteyam , Lo’ak

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ SISTER(S): Kiri, Tuktirey

RELATIONSHIP WITH DAD: Ney’ite has a strange relationship with her father. as she is the first born and eldest daughter, her father expects her to lead by example for her siblings; making sure they don’t get into any trouble , taking care of them and disciplining them when needed. The pair often got into arguments about this, Jake just thinking his eldest daughter is going through a rebellious stage. Ney’ite is a sensitive person and her father can see that, so when she gets in her small moods, sniffling turning into sobbing, Jake is right there comforting his daughter, letting her know it’s okay and that he loves her.

RELATIONSHIP WITH MOM: Neytiri sees herself in Ney’ite. She named her after all. Knowing she gets her attitude from her father. She is more patient with Ney’ite, defending her when Jake expects too much from her, or is blaming her for her siblings actions. Ney’ite and Neytiri are very close. “Ma” is what Ney’ite calls her mother. Neytiri misses the days where her daughter called her “mama” but she knows as time goes on , her daughter will eventually grow up and leave the pod so Neytiri takes all she can get. she’s just glad her little girl is always happy and healthy.

RELATIONSHIP WITH BROTHER(S): Neteyam and Lo’ak were very protective of their sister, despite the fact she was older. They always worried about her when she would leave the pod early in the morning to go hunting with their father, worrying for the pair. Lo’ak confied in Ney’ite more , he knew she understood the pressure he was under, wanting to be just like his big siblings. Lo’ak liked the fact she was patient and motherly to him, opting to always have his sisters back. Neteyam was more of Ney’ite’s headache. He was constantly wanted to follow her around , looking like a lost puppy despite the pair only being a year apart. Neteyam always had his sisters back despite them constantly bickering.

RELATIONSHIP WITH SISTER(S): Kiri and Tuktirey love Ney’ite to no ends. They want to be like their big sister one day! When everyone is busy, Ite takes Tuk around the forest telling her stories of the infamous Toruk Makto , their father. Tuk loves spending time with her eldest sister and follows her around all the time, bursting into tears when ite tells her she can’t come on this adventure cause she could get hurt. Kiri and Ney’ite were a force to be reckoned with. Talk about scary big sister privilege. Ney’ite felt very spiritually connected to her sister, although they were not blood related. Kiri tells Ney’ite all about her plans for the future while Ney’ite pats her head. Kiri loved her big sister and Ney’ite loved her even more.

a.n // starting off my page right with a series! i need more older sister content from this movie so i’m doing it myself. i hope y’all like it <3 btw im taking asks for this series (i.e headcannons, little one shots or drabbles)

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

"Come on, Padsie..." James stuck his ear to the bathroom door "Talk to me, handsome"

James had a strong knot on his throat each time Sirius got like that. It was usually after his stupid biological family said something to him or did something to him.

James knew Sirius wasn't very chatty about his feelings. They talked only when they were in a good mood and in a joking context. But when there were real conversations, Sirius shut down.

James had been so worried over the summer after he had found Sirius all bruised, shaking from the cold and crying on the street. After that, Sirius never exactly told James what they had done to him. He could only guess.

Now a discussion with the little prick of his brother, made Sirius lock himself in the loo.

"Just leave me alone, James!" Sirius shouted. James could hear soft sobs coming from there as well. That made him feel like his heart was being squeezed hard.

James turned desperately towards his friends. They looked as pale and worried as James felt.

"What did that wanker say to him, Remus?" James asked. Remus had been there to witness their fight. James had only entered the scene to break the two brothers apart.

"I don't know well" Remus said, looking down "They mostly spoke in French"

"Don't be a whine, Padfoot" Peter sighed "We are just trying to help"

"Fuck off!!"

Peter shrugged "I tried"

James sighed, knocking the door again.

"Padsie? Can I come in?"

"Moony" Sirius said with a sniff "Moony can come in"

James knew Remus was special for Sirius. They were close. That gave the Gryffindor some sort of jealousy. Sometimes James feared Remus would replace him as Sirius’s best friend. But he knew that was stupid. They were The Marauders. They were all close. Although, James knew he loved Sirius differently, more intensely.

Remus looked at James with guilt. He knew his friend was probably hiding something from him. Maybe he heard more from the Black Brothers conversation. But if he knew, he didn't say anything.

Remus was silently asking James for permission. But James had no authority. He didn't own Sirius or anything. If he wanted Remus, then he wanted Remus. Maybe Sirius didn't trust him anymore.

James extended his hand, making Remus way to enter. He could do as he pleased anyway.

Remus approached unsure, knocking the door in front of him.

"Padfoot, It's Moony. Come on, let me in"

Sirius opened the door just wide enough to squeeze Remus in. Once the skinny boy was dragged inside, Sirius closed the door right on James's nose. Hearing the lock made him lose hope. There was a time when Sirius used to come into James's bed to tell him stuff. Perhaps that confidence ended between them.

James placed his ear against the door, only catching whispers between his friends. But nothing he could understand. Sirius had done the same back at home. He only confied in Euphemia then. Now it was Remus's turn. Not James's. Not James anymore.

James sighed, trying to hide his jealousy. He wouldn't be a good mate if he acted like a jealous dick. He walked towards Peter, putting an arm around him.

"Don't worry, Wormy" he said "Padfoot will be alright"

"Yeah" Peter answered unsure.

James hid his feelings of jealousy, disappointment and worry from The Marauders. He still didn't know what had happened between Sirius and his brother. Whatvever Remus told him inside the bathroom made Sirius feel better. He pretended that everything was fine or that he didn't care. Although James knew that wasn't the case, Sirius still didn't talk to him.

Lily noticed James was down. She mentioned something in the next prefects meeting after James was too distracted to pay attention to his girlfriend.

"Sorry, darling" James kissed her cheek "I'm a bit distracted"

"What is going on?" Lily asked. James shrugged. "You know you can trust me, James"

James didn't realize he was pouting until Lily touched his chin delicately with a smile.

James took a deep breath "I reckon I am losing my best friend, love. I am losing Sirius"

"What do you mean? You guys are inseparable"

That was what James thought anyway.

"It started this summer more like" James explained "You know how Sirius left his house and now is living with me, right?"

Lily nodded. She was comforting to talk to. She even stroked James's hand, making James feel little sparks now and then. It was beautiful how close they've gotten. Not only boyfriend and girlfriend but confidents.

"Well, I still don't know what happened for him to leave"

"I thought you said it was because his parents are abusive assholes and they hurt him"

"That's what I assume" James sighed "I mean, he was bloody bruised, Lils. It was horrible to see"

"How awful" Lily pouted, her eyes becoming watery. She was a true angel. Even after how bad Sirius treated her, she still cared for him.

"But he didn't tell me, Lils" James bit his lip "I still don't know why his father hit him"

"Maybe those things are delicate to talk about"

"He told Effie. And I think Remus knows more than me" James looked down, putting his glasses up "I am his best friend. But he doesn't trust me anymore. We've been drifting apart lately."

Lily touched his cheek in a comforting way.

"I know I am Head Boy now and I am dating you. But I can still have time for him if he needs me..." he sighed "Lily, I miss him. If I miss him it means we are not as close as we used to be"

"He is going through stuff, James" Lily bit her lip, probably guilty not knowing what else to do to help her boyfriend.

"He seems to be spending lots of time with Remus, though"

Lily twisted her mouth in a smile.

"Are you jealous?"

"What? No!" James exclaimed "Who said anything about jealousy, Lily! I didn't say anything!! Jealous, me? Ha!"

Lily giggled under her breath.

"Don't laugh, traitor!" James pouted as he turned around and laid his head on his girlfriend's lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and played with his hair gently.

"I am sure what Sirius and Remus have is different, James"

James raised an eyebrow "What do you mean?"

Lily cleared her throat "I mean, people are allowed to have more than one friend"

"Friends? Tons!" James clarified "Best friend? Only one!"

"I have two" Lily shrugged "Mary and Marlene are both my best friends"

James rolled his eyes "It is different, babe. What I feel about Sirius..." he took a minute to think about it "I love him. I would die for him. He is more than a friend, more than a brother. He is very special to me"

"Should I be the one to get jealous here?" Lily teased with an innocent laugh. James smiled and raised his head to give Lily a peek on the lips.

"Oh give me another kiss" he said before kissing his girlfriend again. Once he was pleased, he laid down again.

"I know that what you and Sirius have is special" Lily said, now stroking his hair again "So whatever that is happening between you is going to get fixed. Just give Sirius time, love. Just let him know you are there if he needs you"

James made a pout once more. He knew Lily might be right. But there was also that fear of Sirius simply leaving him. What if James had given him reasons not to trust him? James was a tackless wanker sometimes. He used to joke a lot. He used to tease a lot. He used to be an asshole with others. Maybe Sirius didn't want to be friends with a biggot like James.

"And trust me" Lily added, when she saw James's expression "Remus and Sirius have a different type of relationship"

James raised his torso from Lily's embrace only to face her. He raised an eyebrow. Lily was biting her lip. She was so adorable and beautiful it hurt.

"What do you mean, Evans?" James asked "Do you know something?"

"No! What do you mean?" Lily was also terrible at lying and hiding things. "What I meant is that Remus is a very good listener. Is so good talking to him. Maybe Sirius appreciates that."

James smiled "I know". Remus had been the only one to stand all the pinning James had done over Lily. He was a good friend. James understood why Sirius trusted him. And sometimes he felf guilty for getting jealous of what he had with Sirius.

James touched Lily's cheek delicately.

"Everyone knows Sirius loves you, James. I am sure he is going to open up to you about what is happening in his brain"

James hoped. He wanted for things to go back to what it used to be before. Perhaps they were closer when they were loser kids pranking others. But they were maturing now. Sirius needed to understand that. They still had a lot of adventures and things to live together. If James lost Sirius one day, he was going to die for sure.

"Let's not talk about them, gorgeous" James smirked as he leaned in. "We barely have time alone anymore"

Contrary to what Sirius believed, James didn’t spend most of his time snogging Lily. He wished. Not but really, he had been very invested with the Head Boy job. He actually loved it. He got more involved with the school and other house mates. He loved spending time with younger students. They made him laugh. Plus, he had rugby practice. He was also the Captain of the Gryffindor Team. And he wanted his team to win. Also he had been pendant of Peter and his crush over Mary. And with Remus, making feel welcome because nothing had changed since he came out as gay. But mostly, James had been trying to be pendant on Sirius.

Lots of things to worry about. He appreciated to enjoy some time with his girl.

Lily smiled, her cheeks slightly pink everytime James flirted with her.

"What do you want to do with your time, Mr. Head Boy?" she said as he played with his tie.

"I have a few ideas..."

"Yeah?"

Before Lily could say anything else, James kissed her lips with fierce this time. Lily's soft lips and her strawberry lipstick were delicious to taste. James had imagined so many times what it would be like to kiss Lily. But actually doing it was ten times better. She was always delicate and shy, allowing James to take the lead.

Their snogging was getting intense and better when someone cleared their throat behind James. He waved his hand, dismissing whoever dared to interrupt. When he heard the authoritative voice of his head of house.

"Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Potter. Miss Evans"

James and Lily unglued their faces with embarrassment. Lily was as red as her hair. She gasped.

"Yes, you interrupt" James murmured under his breath. It was comical how it had been always the same. Since James and Lily started dating they couldn't have some time alone. Just a little time. That's what James asked. He wanted to snog his girlfriend. Do other stuff perhaps.

"Excuse me, Mr. Potter?" McGonagall raised an eyebrow.

"I said you don't interrupt!" James exclaimed with a snort "You never interrupt, professor"

"Sorry, professor" Lily got to her feet and adjusted her clothes. Her face red as a tomato "Did you need us?"

"Yes, I would like to discuss some things about the schedule with you" McGonagall said "Why don't we step into my office?"

"Yes" James got up reluctantly.

"Yes, Professor" Lily had more enthusiasm "We're right after you"

McGonagall gave them a firm glance. James answered with an innocent smile. When their professor turned. James sighed and followed with his girlfriend.

[icanbeyourgenie]

“ Oh, I'm just... I'm just used to it... I wasn't allow to eat with my siblings, always with my father and his council, so I suppose it became an habit... plus I doubt Nate and Cally would want me to eat with them anyway. ” – Malachai to Yasmeen after she asked why he was eating alone when Nathaniel and Calypso were eating together

Yasmeen had been surprised when she walked into the church to see Malachai there. Not because he didn't belong there - she spent more time in that place with him than alone, lately - but because, when he left after their training session, she assumed it was to go eat with his siblings. So it was even more surprising to see a bit of food packed in the bench next to him. When she asked him why he wasn't eating with the others, she didn't except this answer. She thought this through for a moment, and then decided to sit down.

❝Why wouldn't they want you to eat with them? They practically worship you.❞

❝I can be too serious for them, sometimes. A bit of a mood breaker.❞

Yasmeen didn't think he was a mood breaker. She actually always felt better when she was with him. But she understood what he meant. Calypso and Nathaniel had a very care-free nature. They liked to laugh and make jokes and talk a lot. Malachai wasn't like that. Still, Yasmeen didn't think the two youngest would mind Malachai's presence. But she kept it to herself, judging it wasn't her place to talk for them.

❝Why weren't you allowed to eat with them?❞

He looked away and stayed silent. She didn't push. Privacy was important to her. If he wanted to keep that part for himself, she would accept that.

Instead, he unpacked his food and gave her a fork. She did pause on the fact that he had two forks ready, but blamed it on royal customs and their habit to use way more cutlery than necessary (a side effect of not doing the dishes, she supposed).

She shook her head. ❝Thank you, but I can't eat with you. I can only eat the food from the changeling quarters.❞

❝Why? Because you shouldn't eat luxurious food? It's stupid.❞

❝No, because this food isn't made for humans.❞

He paused a second. ❝Is it true what they say then? That it binds you to the land?❞

❝Not exactly. But it can drive you mad. Making you see whatever they want you to see, and trap you forever. It's different for everyone.❞

❝Better not try your luck then.❞

❝I did.❞

She realized, when she said this, that she had been unfair with Malachai. He had confied in her many times before, but she didn't. Not truly. She was overly cautious and wary, and even when she started warming up to him, she tried not to say too much about her past. He had asked, but she always diverted the questions, so he stopped asking. She loved that clear respect of her privacy. But he was still curious, she could see it in his eyes right now. And somehow, she felt like giving him a part of herself.

❝I was young. Well, kind of. I tried to join the human world, but I was stuck in the enchanted forest and it was a true disorienting maze. I was starving, and I ate a few berries. Worst mistake of my life. My mind wasn't my own anymore. I almost died.❞

❝And what happened.❞

❝I got help.❞ It was the most she could say. Thinking about Viserys and the asylum still hurt.

❝And yet you're still here?❞ And it was probably the part that hurt the most. Nothing mattered in the end. She didn't escape that place.

❝You could come with me.❞ He had a bit of hope in his eyes but his words were unsure. ❝I could claim you, ask for you to be given to me as a gift. You'd come with me under the sea. For a time, just enough so it can be believable. Then I'll set you free.❞

Those words hurt more than she could imagine. This time, she looked away. ❝Don't be ridiculous. Who would look after Calypso?❞ She tried for light-hearted, but she did sound gloomy.

He took her hand. ❝Yasmeen I'm serious. Let me help. I could get you out of here.❞

❝You can't...❞ She squeezed his hand and looked at him. ❝Morgana would never allow you to take me away from her.❞

❝Why?❞ He still looked so hopeful, and it broke her heart. ❝You're a changeling. I mean - I - I mean that... to her... it's just what you are, but-❞

❝Because it'd be too dangerous for her.❞ She cut. She knew what he meant. But it wasn't the problem. She took a breath, readying herself for what she was about to say. ❝Because I'm a valuable asset to her. And because I know too much of her secrets.❞

Malachai stayed still as he processed her words, then his expression changed from hopeful to impassible. She couldn't read him as he withdrawed his hand and sat up straighter. He looked away and she wanted to scream. At the world, at herself for allowing someone to get close to her. For saying those words. But she stayed silent, watching him connect the dots. He was the one who understood, from their very first meeting, that she was a warrior, that she had too much knives hidden on her and that it made sense that she was sent as a guard, as well as a maid. But now, she was basically admitting to be a spy for Morgana.

It looked like an eternity passed when he spoke again, with a placid but distant voice. ❝Yasmeen, are we enemies?❞

She assumed it was his princely voice. The one he used to talk to his generals. He had never use it with here. She took another deep breath. ❝I hope not.❞

❝But she asks you about me. About my family.❞

It wasn't a question, but she still answered: ❝Yes.❞

❝And I should trust you?❞

❝I can't answer that. Trust isn't something that can't be asked for. It has to be given freely.❞

❝...Yasmeen my entire country relies on me.❞

❝I know what's at stake for you.❞

He stayed silent again, watching in the distance while she was watching him. She wanted to stop trying to analyze his very unexpressive face, but she couldn't. She was stuck.

❝You kissed me. Does she know about that?❞

❝No. She thinks we had sex, though. Many times.❞

❝Mh. And that kiss, was it all part of a game?❞

❝Well, first of all, you asked for that kiss.❞ Yasmeen were almost offended, but his question was legitimate. ❝Also, no it wasn't. It was...❞ She was almost embarassed, but she owed him the truth. ❝It was my first kiss. Well, not truly. But the first I wanted too, so I think of it this way. I wouldn't have shared this with her.❞

She tought he blushed for a second, but she couldn't be sure. He still looked so stoic. ❝How can I be sure you're telling the truth?❞

❝You can't.❞

She truly wished she could say something different, but she couldn't. He stayed silent and she did too. The silence stretched for at least a dozen minutes. Not a single sound in the church outside of their quiet breathes. Yasmeen turned away at some point, looking at the status of Farore. Even the goddess couldn't appease her right now. The girl thought about leaving, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

It was almost twenty minutes later that Malachai spoke again. ❝My father and my mother made a pact when I was very young. I had a twin sister, but she was rumored to be a bastard. My father wanted to get rid of her. My mother protested. In return for keeping her, she had to allow my father to raise me as he saw fit. She couldn't intervene too much. And his idea of raising his first born was to make me actively participate in councils and meals with his general from a very early age. That's why I wasn't allowed to eat with my siblings.❞

Yasmeen tried not to show how deeply this admission touched her. In simply opening up again and answering her previous question, he stated without saying it that he chose to trust her, nonetheless. And, like always, she kept this information like a treasure. ❝That's... Well, that must have been very lonely.❞

❝What?❞

❝It was. And in the end, it didn't even matter. My sister was exiled anyway.❞ She could understand the feeling. They stayed silent, until he surprised her with his next words. ❝It was a peck.❞

❝That kiss. You said it was like your first kiss, but it was just a peck.❞ Yasmeen raised an eyebrow, a bit offended, and Malachai realized what he just said. ❝I mean- I, not that it wasn't, you know - good or anything. Just that - that - that if it was your first kiss, maybe it should've been better, and - and.❞

She smiled then, amused by the way he changed the subject, intrigued to know that this was in his mind somehow. He didn't only think about how she was a potential traitor, but also how her first kiss should've been better.

For once, she allowed herself to not think when she grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards her, until their lips almost touched. She stopped just a second, just to make sure he agreed to it. So when he nodded, she closed the gap between them and kissed him.

It wasn't a light kiss, not at all. It started this way, but she deepened it as much as she could, and he eagerly followed her. They both smiled into the kiss, and she wondered if she ever knew a better feeling. They only stopped kissing when they were both out of breath, but they didn't break apart. He put his forehead on hers, and she didn't move.

❝Is this kiss up to his Higness expectations?❞ she teased.

He laughed. ❝Yes it is. Although some might argue that kissing in a church is a sin.❞

❝Well then. Maybe we should spend more time in here to repent, don't you think?❞ She was flirty. She had never been flirty in her entire life.

❝I think we have no other choice, sadly.❞

They were still smiling as they broke apart, the food completely forgotten. But Malachai looked serious again when he asked: ❝Am I a fool to trust you?❞

❝I don't know.❞ She didn't want to lie to him. ❝But I truly hope not.❞

[watchtowerindistress]

... like i’m falling for you? (2/2) - arthur pendragon - guinevere!reader

A/N: Not sure if I liked how I ended this, but anyway...

Summary: Imagine meeting Arthur for the first time who is claiming you already as the love of his life aka his future wife.

Arthur Pendragon - the most infuriating man in all of Camelot who knew of his effect on women. As if you didn't already knew how his abdominal muscles looked. The destined King tended to take his shirt off in your presence any chance he could get after all.

Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x fem!reader (Lady Guinevere, no body description)

Warning: flirting, romantic!arthur, the sexualisation of Arthur’s upper body?, mentioned death, hinted suicide, language

Words: 3.6k

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Today was a wonderful day, you thought. The birds were singing, only a mild breeze went through the air. Nothing in the world could dampen your mood; you surmised while inhaling a deep breath.

A fond smile still lingered on your lips when the air filled with joyful laughter. With the twist of your head, you discovered a band of children rushing towards you and being all adorable with their tripping feet.

Your eyes widened in surprise when their running feet came to a stop in front of you. “Well, hello there.”

With their hands hidden behind their backs, the children adorably glanced up at you with expectation in their bright eyes. A young girl among the group swayed coyly on her feet before smiling mysteriously. “We have a present for you, Lady Guin.”

You pressed your lips together before they could shift into a crooked smirk, knowing how hard it was for them to pronounce your name properly. You placed your hands on your hips in a playful manner. “I didn’t know it was my namesake day.”

The young girl scurried on her tiptoes towards you. Waiting for you to bow down until her mouth was inches from your ear. Her hand covered the shell of your ear, like she intended to reveal a secret only meant for your ears to hear. “It’s a surprise.”

You were now utterly curious by the mystery presented to you. You certainly didn’t imagine your day to go like this when you woke up in the morning, yet here you were. “By whom?”

The children giggled in anticipation.

A young boy nudged the girl with his elbow who chewed on her lip. She lowered her head before offering a flower crown made of daisies in the palms of her hand.

You raised your eyebrows and provided your hands out of reflex. “Oh my. Is that for me?” It was probably the mere presence of those children that made you feel touched by the gesture, not to mention the higher and unfamiliar pitch in your voice.

The children nodded their heads in agreement. If you weren’t affected already, the action of the boys certainly did it. When they revealed bouquets of flowers behind their backs as a present.

You felt almost speechless and in awe of their actions.

What was the meaning of this?

“They’re so beautiful.” You bent down slightly, waiting for the girl to adorn your head with the flower crown. “How do I look?”

The bright-eyed young girl gushed, “So beautiful.”

“So, tell me truth, what’s the occasion?” You held the flowers to your chest and tried to discern which youngling was the most inclined to divulge the truth. Your gaze met the lass, knowing there was a hidden reverence behind those glistening eyes.

“It’s a secret, we’re not supposed to tell,” the lass whispered.

The secrecy behind it all only enhanced the suspicion you felt. A certain someone wouldn’t be above luring in children to do his bidding.

That sounded way more nefarious in your head.

You shrugged your shoulders. “All right. But if I guessed it on my own, you wouldn’t have broken your promise, right?”

She swayed coyly. “Perhaps.”

“Let me guess: it’s someone tall, blond and with the most hideous face you’ve ever seen?”

The boys chuckled, clearly appreciating your jesting.

Indignation remained in the girl’s voice when she replied, “He’s not ugly.”

Your suspicions were fully confirmed now. Although the romantic idea of Arthur acquiring the help of young children to bestow you with flowers certainly didn’t seem that far-fetched.

“Uh ... why am I not surprised, Arthur?” you muttered under your breath.

“Did you have a wonderful day, my love?”

You heard Arthur in the distance as he tried to catch up with you while you wandered along the shoreline. You didn’t know what to make of his out of breath words and his content disposition. No matter what you did - how mean or how much you resisted the future king - Arthur almost appeared mesmerized by you. 

His voice still took you by surprise as he came from behind you to walk alongside you. Arthur placed his hands behind his back in a nonchalant manner.

“As if you don’t already know.”

Arthur pouted his lips. “Whatever are you talking about?”

“Oh, someone’s playing coy?” Turning around, you walked backwards while staring at Arthur with a smirk on your lips. “That’s not like you, Pendragon.”

Arthur chuckled, with his gaze briefly meeting the ground, almost shyly in a way.

It really wasn’t like him. The rare moment of vulnerability took you aback. Arthur always flaunted his arrogance and confidence in the faces of his fellows. Months ago, when all of this started you wouldn’t have thought that Arthur was even the right fit for king, but now things had changed, you saw him grow and transform into the person he was meant to be.

Arthur stroked the back of his neck and whispered with a raspy voice, “Did you like them?”

You deliberately turned your body until your back was facing Arthur again. “Oh, the children were very nice. Adorable, really.”

An innate part of you could sense Arthur rolling his eyes behind you at your evasive techniques. “You’re hilarious.”

“Thank you,” you teased, “Still, no one told me you were secretly a romantic.”

Arthur smirked and shook his head. “Only for the people that matter.”

You pressed your hand to your chest teasingly, as if you tried to wilfully stop your heart from jumping out of your chest. “Aww, what a gentleman. How have you not killed women with your charm already? You are truly a menace for society.”

“Well, would you believe me if I told you the others pale in comparison to you?”

After a pregnant pause, you groaned in frustration while rolling your eyes. “That was so gaudy.”

Arthur huffed loudly. “I know. I regretted it as soon as I said it.”

This was truly one of the most beautiful landmarks of what this country had to offer, you thought in bliss, when you bathed in the lake. Close by, the splashing sounds of the waterfall calmed your mind at your back.

Your eyes followed your hand as it slid in circles under the water. You collected the fresh water in your palms. A sigh left your lips when you cleaned your face.

Your body tensed at hearing footsteps in the distance. Swimming backwards to shroud your body behind the stream, you waited with bated breath for the incoming person.

A frustrated exhale left you as soon as you saw who intruded on your alone-time.

Walking with an idle swagger along the shore that only he was capable of, Arthur pulled his arm behind his back. The moment when he pulled up his chemise, his dumbfounded eyes caught your clothes neatly folded on the ground.

Your voice yanked Arthur out of his thoughts, “This lake is already occupied.”

Arthur’s eyes lit up when they met your concealed face above the water level.

You sighed when Arthur let go of his chemise and his hands dropped to his waist again until you could no longer see his abdominal muscles on bare display.

Disappointment filled you once you no longer could appreciate his body which soon turned into exasperation as soon as that realization hit you.

Arthur’s slow smirk did unimaginable things to your body. “Well, hello, Lady Guinevere. What a nice coincidence to find you here.” He glanced at you from under his eyelashes. “Mind if I join you, love?”

You swam forward, but still aimed to keep your breasts submerged. Inwardly thanking the Lady of the Lake for letting the water have a dark mixture of green and blue, you became fully aware that you portrayed an uncanny resemblance to a Syren. “Go find your own lake.”

Arthur’s mocking glare made your stomach swoop deliciously. “You’re not the boss of me. Besides, this is one of the few that has a waterfall. Perhaps I like the view.”

You narrowed your eyes, not knowing if Arthur meant the waterfall or you since he gazed unwaveringly at you while saying it.

“I was here first.”

Arthur placed his hands on his hips. “And I intend to become the next King of England, so I could just command you to play nice with me.”

You exhaled heavily. “That didn’t work when your father commanded me to and it’s not going to work now. You would force a fair maiden such as myself to indulge your whim?”

Arthur muttered under his breath, “You’re neither a damsel nor fair.”

With a strained voice, you retorted, “I’m going to kill you if your gaze wanders where it shouldn’t.”

A bright smile flashed on Arthur’s lips. “Lovely. What bliss to frolic with you nakedly in the water,” he mused and continued pulling up his light chemise.

You inhaled deeply while your gaze felt drawn to his bare rippling stomach.

Arthur’s movements paused. Looking up into his ocean eyes, a small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth once he caught you in the act.

Arthur lifted a finger and twirled it in a casual manner. “Turn around, love. I’m a shy fella.”

You shook your head but acquiesced to his request before you muttered under your breath. “You haven’t been shy a day in your life.”

“What was that, my Lady?” Arthur called out from behind you.

“I said, whatever your Lordship commands.”

Arthur chuckled. You heard splashing sounds before the ripples of water reached your body. “Rest assured, your maidenhood remains intact for now.”

You turned your head with a crooked smirk on your lips. The naked chest of Arthur caught your eye as he swam towards you with relaxed strokes. The muscles on his arms and shoulders straining were a menace of a distraction.

Arthur licked his lips, noticing your reaction. “Am I making you nervous, my Lady?” he whispered.

“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“What do you take me for?” Arthur tilted his head. “Ruffling your feathers? Yes. Making you uncomfortable? No.”

You stroked backwards, trying to regain some control by gaining some distance. “How about you stay on your side of the lake, and I’ll stay on mine, your Highness?”

“What’s with the decorum? Besides, if I’m not wrong, all this land is my own, so I shall decide to spend it here if I please.”

“Shall I remind you that it’s not yours yet?”

Teasingly swimming closer, Arthur whispered mockingly, “Blasphemy.”

“You consider yourself a God now?”

Arthur shrugged his shoulders. “If the shoe fits. I don’t know if you noticed, but I consider my physique rather godlike, at least.”

You rolled your eyes. Sometimes Arthur needed to be taken down a peg. “Keep telling yourself that.”

Arthur reached for his chest, with a groaning sound. “Why do you keep insisting on hurting my feelings, my love?”

“Someone’s got to keep you on your toes.”

“Yes, because imagine what would happen if you do let your guard down for once.”

Arthur’s statement got a bit too close for comfort. You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t pretend that you know me. The last time we met we were children.”

Arthur stretched out his arms in the water. “Well, then, don’t presume that you know me, love. Why do you hate me so?” He brushed the water from his face and beard. “Quite the feat, I must admit. To carry so much revulsion for just one person.”

“I wouldn’t call it revulsion. More like annoyance.”

“All right. Why can’t you stand me? It’s really starting to bother me, you know?”

“And we wouldn’t want that, would we? I reckon there have been a few people who you’ve wronged over the years.”

You circled each other in the water, trying to outdo the other like the two of you were always known to do.

Arthur smirked. “Now what makes you say that?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Just a hunch.”

“I’m not the same as I used to be as a lad.”

“Be that as it may, it’s hard to differentiate with the precedent you set. In the end, it’s more telling how you behaved as a young boy and how you turned out to be.”

Arthur tilted his head, exhaling. “You really can’t forget the thing I did with your hair, can’t you?”

You frowned. “I’m not talking about that.” You tried to swim away.

Arthur let out a guffawing sound. You heard the splashing water behind you.

“Oh, come on. It’s been years. I’m sorry, okay? I was horrible as a child. How can I acquit myself?”

Finally hiding behind the curtain of the waterfall, you faced Arthur again, once you were barely visible. “Why? How far are you willing to go?”

“Do you want me to get down on my knees, or something? To beg?” Arthur followed you and slid through the waterfall.

Your eyes lit up at the imaginary picture Arthur painted in your mind. “Oh, a begging Arthur... Now that could be interesting.”

Sexual tension thickened in the air the longer his dark gaze lingered on you. “Anyone ever tell you; you have the disposition of a sadist?”

“Posh words for someone who decisively hates everything aristocratic.”

Arthur scoffed in indignation. “I read. Besides, I don’t hate you.”

You raised your eyebrows. “You’d call me upper class?”

“You wouldn’t? I mean, despite everything, you enjoyed the advantages of being a noble woman.”

With a glowering face, you replied tersely, “You mean before or after your uncle decided to kill my father?” It was too hard to look at him, you realized when you shook your head. With a heavy breath, you continued, “He was a great man, you know?”

Arthur lowered his head until his hair fell on his forehead. “I remember him,” he whispered under his breath.

“Oh, you do? That’s surprising.” There was no malicious intent behind your words. Merely the truth of your time at Camelot felt like ages ago. And the memory of your father was waning piece by piece.

“What happened to him?”

“Not a whole lot to tell, really. I fled Camelot at the behest of my parents, told me it was no longer safe. They instructed Bedivere to keep me safe as we fled through the gates. Promised me they would soon follow as soon as they could. A few days later, I hear of my father’s death. A hunting accident. And before I knew it, one of Bedivere’s spies … brought me the dagger of my father. That’s all I have left of our legacy.”

“What happened to your mother?”

You gazed into the depths of the lake. “Her mind couldn’t take it. It’s like this idea of this great love. Makes it unbearable for you to live in a world where it’s gone,” your voice became a whisper, like you were uttering a secret.

“Made it unbearable for her when she … took a bath and didn’t surface again.” You looked up at Arthur again, with a deep breath leaving you.

“You know, it’s strange, how two lives can be so different, yet share so many similarities?” you stated once you realized how much Arthur’s and your pasts interwove.

“I’m sorry.”

You blinked at hearing Arthur's sincere apology. “Don’t be. Life is tough. I learned that the hard way. If those things hadn’t happened to me, I never would have known. Do you sometimes imagine what it could’ve been like if you had become the heir you were meant to be? To prosper into something great?”

“I would have turned into the arrogant prick you have always seen me as.”

You chuckled thickly. “Would have been interesting though. Court would have been fun.”

“Careful, love. You almost sound nostalgic, yearning even.” Arthur crossed the distance.

It felt like you two were in your own little world, with the sound of the waterfall drowning out the outside world.

“And we can’t have that, can we?" You brushed your hair away before swallowing thickly.

Arthur’s body was glinting from the play of lights from the water, making him look as tempting as a Syren.

“What are you so afraid of? Is Bedivere having your hide the moment you step out of line and lose propriety?” he whispered in fascination.

“Put my hide out of your mouth,” you teased darkly.

Arthur’s eyes glinted at the threat in your voice. “Why don’t you make me?”

You hummed, wading through the water. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You stopped in front of Arthur before glancing up at him.

A bashful smirk tugged at his lips. “You know me so well.”

Tilting your head back, you hummed an alluring sound. “And what would you suggest I do?”

Arthur’s eyes brightened with enthrallment. He pursed his lips. “I could think of something.” Arthur rubbed his mouth, giving off what he was truly feeling.

You chuckled at his enticing ways while rolling your eyes. “Why am I not surprised, Pendragon?”

“Let me put it this way, I wouldn’t be opposed to you showing your appreciation this way.”

“Appreciation, huh?”

“I think I would die a very happy man indeed,” Arthur whispered quietly.

“I bet you would.” Pressing your lips together, you brushed your fingertips in exploration along his smooth pectoral muscles and neck.

Arthur’s body tensed at the intimate touch that turned into a shiver.

Stroking his bearded jaw, you watched Arthur close his eyes in bliss and start to breathe heavily. You leaned forward and supported your hands on his shoulders, letting your breath ghost over Arthur’s lips. Once you looked up again, his eyes remained closed. You bit your lip while scooping water and letting the cold liquid slosh over his head and face.

Arthur exhaled a gasping breath. He wiped the droplets from his face. “You cheeky little-”

You chuckled and covered your face to shield your teasing, feeling curious about the next word. “Little – what? Wanker? Bastard?”

Arthur bowed his head with a smirk. “Vixen. That’s cruel, you know? Hurting a poor chap’s feelings like that.”

“Oh, really? Do lead me into the direction of this poor chap.” You smiled at the reminder of a familiar conversation.

In return, Arthur beamed in adoration. He tilted his head and let a few strands of his hair dangle over his forehead. “Do you enjoy toying with me so?”

You pursed your lips in thought, shrugging.  “What can I say? It has become one of my favourite pastimes.”

“Still, I believe a part of you secretly enjoys when you receive all of my devotion.” With an intense gaze, Arthur stared at you without uttering a sound. His stare slightly flustered you. Only Arthur was able to render you speechless – only at times – with a mere look.

You saw it coming, maybe because of your instincts or because of the look in Arthur’s eyes. You could just tell.

His gaze alternated between your eyes and your lips. His gaze alone made your heart beat thunderously in your chest. Your skin grew hotter with every passing second.

It felt like eternity before Arthur leaned forward with a soft smile.

A part of you considered what it would feel like to be kissed by Arthur Pendragon of all people and to kiss him in return. When the Lady of the Lake and the prophecy of Merlin have been on your mind for so many years, you couldn’t help imagining how it would feel like. You imagined it would be passionate, sensual, maybe even fun. Yet, nothing could have prepared you for the reality. How soft Arthur’s lips were. How his hand would frame your jaw. The warmth of his body as it shrouded you from everything around you, keeping you safe and warm.

You absolutely hated how clichéd you sounded. How you had turned into one of those damsels you promised yourself never to turn into.

Your body went still at the intimate touch before you opened your mouth with a gasp.

Arthur groaned at your exhaling sounds. His lips chased after yours, needing to be closer. As soon as you gave your unspoken consent, his tongue explored the inside of your mouth.

You stroked the nape of Arthur’s neck, needing to feel him. Despite you being naked Arthur remained respectful.

He could’ve yielded to his baser impulses and unashamedly clung his naked chest to yours, but instead chose to merely lean forward with his lips and hands covering your skin. With merely a whisper apart. Calling Arthur a gentleman in your head sounded almost ludicrous yet the concept strangely fitted him.

Arthur’s wet tongue danced with yours, with a curious passion that made your stomach clench. A wistful moan left your lips. Tightening his grip, Arthur breathed in deeply.

You gingerly stroked Arthur's beard, feeling the hair brushing against your neck, tickling you.

Shivers wrecked your body before you giggled.

Arthur nestled his face into your neck. His lips brushed against your skin, humming to himself. “You taste good.”

“And your beard tickles.”

Arthur chuckled. “And for a second I wondered about the cause of your jest. My ego can only take so much bruising from you.” His warm breath tingled against your skin, as he pressed lazy kisses on your throat, nuzzling your pulse point.

Your arm lingered on his shoulder before quietly muttering, “I think we need to get out of the water.”

Arthur dropped his forehead in the crook of your neck, exhaling puffs of air against your throat. “And here we just started getting to know each other.”

You observed your fingers on Arthur’s shoulder. “My skin is getting wizened.”

He lifted his head and sent you an appraising gaze. “All right. But no more avoiding me. I’ll save you a seat during dinner.” With a smouldering gaze, he winked.

“Is that supposed to be a threat?”

“No, my love, just a promise.”

Tagging: @mellowstatesmanhandsempath @ravenmoore14 @lelapine @nefri-black @affabletimelady @normatural​ 

[fluffwritingsandchars]

Untitled BakuSquad Fic

Dunno what I am gonna call this yet, but wanted to do something with them, and experimenting to see how my OC woudl fit in so I did that. I don't know if this is canon to my little AU but we'll see.

Chapter One: New Faces, New Places

The night was winding down, the sounds of the city starting to mellow as the streets emptied. The BakuSquad had begun to disperse after their impromptu street food feast, a few of them still nursing their full stomachs while making lazy conversation. Bakugo, as usual, had left first—without a word—after taking down an absurd number of skewers and glaring at anyone who dared make a comment about it.

Yosuke found himself lingering at the edge of the group, watching as the others slowly began to say their goodbyes. Kirishima and Mina were still deep in conversation with Kaminari and Sero, their laughter occasionally piercing the cool night air. Despite their easy camaraderie, Yosuke couldn’t quite shake the weight of Bakugo’s earlier remark. It still lingered, a sharp sting in his chest that made him question why he had even agreed to come out with them tonight.

The arcade had been a distraction—he’d felt comfortable for a few fleeting moments, even allowed himself to enjoy it—but now, with the night winding down, the familiar feeling of isolation crept back in. Bakugo’s words echoed in his mind: Cowards hide behind illusions. Was that how they saw him? Was that how the world saw him?

He had been careful to keep his distance for so long, afraid that if anyone got too close, they’d see through the façade. But Kirishima and Mina had broken down his defenses with their kindness, and for a moment, he had thought maybe things could be different. Yet Bakugo’s disdain had reminded him of why he stayed away, why he kept his quirk hidden behind strategies and illusions.

The others started walking toward the dorms, their voices fading into the background as Yosuke remained behind. He hadn’t realized he was standing still until Kirishima’s voice broke through his thoughts.

“Hey, Yosuke! You coming or what?”

Yosuke glanced up, his fox-like ears twitching slightly at the sound. Kirishima stood a few steps ahead, his usual bright grin softened with concern. The others had already started down the street, but Kirishima lingered, clearly waiting for Yosuke to catch up.

“Yeah, I’ll be right there,” Yosuke mumbled, though his feet didn’t move.

Kirishima frowned, his sharp eyes narrowing as he walked back toward him. There was no point in pretending—Kirishima was too perceptive for that. He had noticed Yosuke’s mood shift after Bakugo’s comment, and now, the red-haired boy wasn’t about to let it slide.

“Hey, man, I know Bakugo’s words can be rough,” Kirishima said, his voice low but steady as he stopped beside Yosuke. “But don’t take it personally, alright? He’s like that with everyone.”

Yosuke’s jaw tightened, and he looked away, his amber eyes focusing on the pavement. He appreciated Kirishima’s effort to smooth things over, but it wasn’t that simple. Bakugo’s words had hit a nerve, one that Yosuke had spent years burying deep inside.

“I know,” Yosuke replied, though the words felt hollow. He paused, struggling to find the right way to explain the thoughts swirling in his head. “It’s just… it’s not the first time I’ve heard something like that. People think my quirk makes me a coward because I don’t fight directly.”

Kirishima’s brows furrowed, his usual easygoing expression hardening into something more serious. “That’s not true, man. You’re not a coward. Just because you fight differently doesn’t mean you’re hiding. There’s strength in strategy, in playing to your strengths. Don’t let Bakugo—or anyone else—tell you otherwise.”

Yosuke sighed, his fox ears drooping slightly as the tension he’d been holding onto for the last few hours began to weigh heavier. “It’s not just Bakugo. It’s everything. My quirk, my father… I don’t fit in with people like you guys. Everyone here is so strong, so confident. And me? I’m just… I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m doing here.”

Kirishima’s eyes softened at Yosuke’s admission, a look of understanding flickering across his face. He stepped closer, his tone gentle but firm. “You’re here because you belong here, Yosuke. Don’t let anyone make you feel like you don’t. UA isn’t about being the strongest or the loudest—it’s about what you bring to the table. And you bring a lot more than you think.”

Yosuke glanced up, meeting Kirishima’s gaze for a moment before looking away again, unsure how to respond. He had spent so long feeling like an outsider, even in Class 1B, that the idea of belonging still felt foreign to him. His father’s expectations, the pressure to live up to a legacy he didn’t even want—those were weights he carried every day, and they made it hard to believe Kirishima’s words.

“You say that, but it’s different for you,” Yosuke muttered, his voice low but edged with frustration. “You’re strong. You’re confident. People look at you and see someone who’s going to be a great hero. They look at me and see someone who hides behind illusions.”

Kirishima tilted his head, considering Yosuke’s words for a moment before he spoke again. “You know, I wasn’t always like this.”

Yosuke blinked, caught off guard by the statement. He turned to look at Kirishima more fully, curiosity tugging at the edges of his doubt. “What do you mean?”

Kirishima chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “I wasn’t always confident, man. Before I came to UA, I didn’t think I could be a hero at all. I used to be the kind of guy who stayed in the background, just like you. I thought my quirk wasn’t good enough, that I wasn’t good enough. It took me a long time to find my own strength and figure out who I wanted to be.”

Yosuke frowned, trying to picture a version of Kirishima that wasn’t full of infectious positivity and boundless energy. It seemed impossible. “Really? I can’t imagine that.”

Kirishima nodded, his smile bittersweet. “Yeah, it’s true. But what changed for me was finding out that being strong doesn’t just mean throwing the hardest punch. It means being there for people, having their backs, and pushing yourself to be better every day. That’s what being a hero is all about. It doesn’t matter if you fight with your fists or with illusions—as long as you’re using your quirk to help others, that’s what counts.”

Yosuke listened in silence, Kirishima’s words sinking in slowly. It wasn’t that he hadn’t heard this kind of thing before—teachers at UA were always talking about how heroism wasn’t just about power. But hearing it from Kirishima, someone who had gone through his own struggles, made it feel more real.

“I guess…” Yosuke started, his voice hesitant. “I’ve just spent so long feeling like I have to prove something. To my father, to everyone else. Like I’m not good enough unless I’m perfect.”

Kirishima’s expression grew more serious, his eyes reflecting a deep understanding. “I get that. It’s tough when you’ve got someone else’s expectations weighing you down. But, Yosuke, you’ve gotta live for yourself, man. Not for your father or anyone else. You don’t have to prove anything to us. We’re your friends—we’ve got your back no matter what.”

Yosuke swallowed hard, his throat tightening with emotion he hadn’t expected to feel. He wasn’t used to people saying things like that to him. Most of his life had been spent trying to meet impossible expectations, to be someone else’s version of perfect. But Kirishima’s words were simple, honest, and for the first time in a long time, Yosuke felt the weight of those expectations start to loosen.

“I don’t know if I can do that,” Yosuke admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve always been told what to do, who to be. It’s hard to break away from that.”

Kirishima placed a hand on Yosuke’s shoulder, his grip firm but reassuring. “It’s not something that happens overnight, Yosuke. But you don’t have to do it alone. That’s the point of having friends, right? We’re all figuring this out together. And you’ve got us now. We’re here for you.”

Yosuke looked up at Kirishima, his amber eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. “Thanks, Kirishima. I… I appreciate it. I’m just not used to this.”

Kirishima grinned, his usual warmth returning in full force. “You will be. Just give it time. We’re not going anywhere.”

Yosuke nodded, the knot in his chest loosening a little more. It wasn’t that all his doubts had disappeared—they were still there, lurking in the corners of his mind—but Kirishima’s words had made a difference. Maybe it wasn’t about erasing those doubts entirely. Maybe it was about learning to live with them, to push through them, knowing that there were people by his side.

As they began walking again, heading toward the dorms, Yosuke found himself thinking about what Kirishima had said. About how strength wasn’t just about power or confidence, but about being there for others, about pushing forward even when things felt impossible. Maybe that was something he could hold onto. Maybe that was something he could learn.

The night air was cool and still, and for the first time in a long while, Yosuke felt a little less alone.

[eunchancorner]

Hey

Heyheyheyhey

Imagine in hauntiest harem

Streber likes to give tickly kisses to his partners

But in brightly colored lipstick

And each member has their own designated color

Kevin gets cotton candy pink (like the manic panic one)

Ethan gets red

Aria gets electric blue

Liv gets neon green

Blaz gets dark blue

Leon gets white

And confi gets magenta

Unless you have other color ideas

Please that is so adorable and silly

Everyone can tell who's due for a tickle kiss attack soon and can tell when it's happened just by looking at this point. They pick up on the color pattern and when someone sees Streber wearing 'their' color it's an INSTANT lee mood knowing what's coming

[cherrysfeelings]

Ok, but has ever happend to you that you really but really need a lot of time to fall asleep because you're probably madd, you set an alarm to wake up and study laboral laws, but you setted the wrong alarm so instead of waking up at 8:45 you wake up at 6:55, of course you realize this so you set the correct alarm and you go to sleep again after your phone just blasted out loud Drunk Dazed by Enhypen, you wake up again, study in even a more lazy mood than you always have and after 1:30 hours, you go to get some sleep of 1:30 and just exactly when you start to get confy, the alarm sounds, no more sleeping for u?

[ivathedemon]

Yet another headcanon dump ‼️

Seek

They started listening to emo music ironically, now it's like their entire playlist.

They try their very best to come off as emotionless or stoic but that almost never works

They say "Bombastic side eye" every other sentence.

They blast loud ass music from their room almost 24/7, mostly to mess with people.

Jack

He's a costplayer, mostly does pirate costplays.

He unironically listens to Justin Bieber.

Most of his music taste is meme songs like "We are number one".

He pulls pranks on everyone in the hotel, no one is safe

He usually hangs out with Hide or Screech depending on what they wanna do that day.

He dares Rush and Ambush to do the dumbest shit imaginable.

Hide

She hates socializing, a lot. She finds it very stressful.

She hides in closets because they make her confy.

They also hate loud noises, but there's a lot of those around considering where they live.

All this makes her be in a bad mood most of the time.

They're somehow besties with Jack despite how different the two are.

Screech

They make sarcastic remarks in every possible situation.

They help Jack out with the pranks.

They know a lot about tech and stuff, so they're usually the ones solving all tech related problems.

They do NOT get allong with Seek, mostly because of their music taste difference (and because they're both immature teenagers that refuse to cooperate).

[bidisasterevankinard]

Scream hour

My mom last days came back to her bullshit that I'm not feminine enough (like don't really wear make up a lot, don't wear skirts and dresses, wear oversize male t-shirt) and that I look bad in my comfort clothes("It males you fat") cause like I'm not on mood for clothes which make me not 100% confy because of anxiety and aaaaarh firstly, ARE YOU REALLY CAN BE NOT FEMININE ENOUGH WHEN YOU'RE GIRL? Like gender is something you can fail? I really should be like some standards foe women whicj are constantly changing?

And not gonna lie thise comments know make me think that maybe I'm not a girl? Cause well in my language there's enough feminine/male forms of words and I was always ok with using both, even if i used males one only as jokes? And like I don't think I'm boy, but not sure if I'm girl

Gender crisis so soon after finally being thriving with my sexuality (with still exploring it) wasn't what i expected

[candykamikun]

Hey there! First request here. May I request a romantic matchup? My nickname is "Marty"(short for "Martina"), i'm genderfluid so i don't mind any pronouns, although I do prefer neutral ones (they/them). I'm a shy person. I do not talk much, but that depends on how i'm feeling and how many people are in the room. I tend to shy away when there are too many people i don't know because i get really overwelmed. I tend to not get involved in stuff that doesn't concern me, although if i am involved in a situation i become a menace to humans. I can't fight well but i have a sharp tongue. I'm a weeb, and i have no dignity :) I have anger issues and my mind works with "periods" (on one period i'm a cheerful and hyperactive person and the other period i'm a dead inside human being that doesn't want to do anything all day.) My relaxed expression looks like the expression of somebody who is about to fight a whole gang, but i'm a calm but chaotic individual. My main hobbies are painting, sculpting, photography (anything art related in general) playing videogames and baking. I'm an ambivert with really open mind. I'd like to go on simple dates, nothing too crazy, though. Doing something we both love is a cool enough date for me! I do prefer home dates but i like going out sometimes. (Honestly i'd rather not be matched with laughing jack [for obvious reasons] and slenderman[cause bro, he's an old mudafakka[lol rip slendy]) I don't like it when my room's too dark. I hate when people yell too angrily at me and raise their hand while doing it, because it triggers my trauma. I don't like to talk about my feeling, and i don't like when people see me cry. I run away from my problems, and keep everything on the inside. My main love languages are physical touch and gift giving.

Have a nice day/night, stay hydrated bro! ♡

Hi ! I'm glad you resuested here ! Sorry for the late response, i gotcha ! I hope you're doing well.

Here is with who I match your beautiful self with (I don't like LJ for obvious reasons too 😭🤌)

TOBY

OUR LITTLE BABYY

Well Having him as a boyfriend is very difficult, but here you are you opened his heart !

Like you two are just the same person please. Shy, don't talk a lot, introvert, except some things

He isn't into Physical touch (I think) but he likes the gifts you're giving him

I'll talk about his love langage later ! (On another post lol)

You're running away from your problems ? Wait wait.. you tought i was gonna say "he'll help you", right ? In your Dreams he doesn't know what "problem" means 💀 but he's a bitch w/Masky

On your periods he'll check on you, whatever your mood :)

The first time he saw you he tought that he'll hate you 😭 but you guys get pretty well together !

Likes the fact that you have a sharp tongue 👀

He really likes watching you do your hobbies ! He'll silently watch and sometimes giggle because he finds it very cute when you try to concentrate

You don't like your room being too dark ? Boy have leds in his room even if his room is a mess it's confy :D

This baby is made for you, he doesn't like talking a lot and hates screaming. If he sens that you two are going to argue not in a good way he'll just stop and ignore you or just say "We'll talk about it later" and go.

Pet names/nicknames : Honey, Babe, Marty of course ???, My dream, My Buttercup

[thelastdiamondpiratealchemist]

Beaches and Swimsuits.

Bravern and Arial go to the beach! Only for a small mishappen to take place.

Bravern X Female S/0.

Rated. T for brief half nudity.

“Come on, Bravern! The water’s amazing!” Arial called back, throwing a playful glance over her shoulder.

The Georgia sun beat down on the sandy beach. Arial, in a bright yellow bikini (because that suits her personality!), skipped ahead of Bravern, her laughter echoing across the shore.

Bravern, towering over her, lumbered behind, his metallic feet leaving deep imprints in the sand.

“Hey!” she shrieked, though her tone held more amusement than anger.

Bravern hesitated. Sand and water were not precisely ideal for a giant robot,  but seeing Arial’s carefree smile, he decided to indulge her. With a careful step, he dipped a toe into the ocean.

A spray of water shot up, drenching Arial.

Bravern whirred in apology, his massive form casting a momentary shadow over Arial.  “My sincerest apologies, Arial. It appears my aquatic calibrations need refinement.”

Sunlight glinted off the water droplets clinging to Arial’s bright yellow bikini.  She couldn’t help but laugh, the sound tinkling like wind chimes against the constant roar of the ocean.

 “It’s alright, Bravern!  Just be a little more careful next time. We wouldn’t want you to get rusty, especially not by the sea!”

Bravern stepped farther into the ocean; the water was now up to his hips. A wave crashed against his legs, sending a spray of saltwater showering Arial again.

“Looks like we’re both getting christened by the sea today, Arial!” Bravern boomed through his speakers, a hint of amusement in his mechanical voice, he laughed as Arial climbed up his side

“Careful there, Arial!” Bravern boomed, his voice laced with good-natured concern. “My treads might not be the most comfortable climbing surface.”

He tried to steady himself, the ocean waves rocking him gently.  Despite the awkwardness of his situation, Bravern couldn’t help but admire Arial’s adventurous spirit.  Even drenched in seawater, her smile was as bright as the sun beating down on them.

“Don’t worry about me, Bravern!” she called back, finally reaching a spot where she could perch on his shoulder. “The view from up here is amazing!  I can see all the way down the coast!”

She took a deep breath and dived off Bravern’s shoulder; Bravern lurched forward in surprise, his massive form momentarily off-balance.

“I’m okay, Bravern!” she called back, her voice tinged with exhilaration.  “Just a little fun!”

“Arial!” he boomed, a tremor of concern in his voice.  He whirled around, scanning the churning water below.  Despite his limited aquatic capabilities, his sensors were immediately flooded with data. 

He could detect Arial’s form, a bright splash of yellow against the blue,  bobbing just below the surface.

Arial felt something was off. She looked down; her bikini top had come off! She was exposed, adrift in the vast ocean with a giant robot who, bless his metallic heart, wasn’t exactly designed for poolside etiquette.

“Arial…?” he asked, witnessing Arial’s face turning pink. Bravern’s deep concern was evident in his voice, a counterpoint to the playful mood moments earlier. 

Seeing the blush creep up Arial’s neck, his internal processors whirred in a confused flurry.

“Arial…?” Bravern began to ask. Arial wails from embarrassment.  

Bravern’s booming voice trailed off, replaced by a startled sputter.   His processor struggled to interpret the new data flooding his sensors,  Arial’s frantic movements, and the choked wail that escaped her lips, contrasted her carefree spirit just moments before.

“Freckles…” he rumbled hesitantly, the word unfamiliar on his vocalizer.  Despite the awkwardness, he tried to keep his voice gentle. “Is that what caused your distress, Arial?”

She was topless, he realized. Bravern’s processors froze momentarily, the realization crashing over him like a rogue wave.  He was a giant robot in a situation far outside his programming. 

The data confirmed Arial’s exposed state, the bright yellow of her bikini top replaced by the glint of sunlight on her skin.  However, his sensors also picked up something else – darker dots scattered across her chest and shoulders.

“Look away!” Arial shouts, covering her bare breasts 

Bravern flinched at Arial’s shout, his massive frame recoiling slightly.  The directive to look away was clear, and though his processors didn’t quite understand the nuances of human embarrassment, he complied immediately.

“I apologize, Arial,” he rumbled, his voice softer.

“I’m sorry, Bravern…I lost my top…I’m half naked.” Arial apologies 

Bravern’s processors whirred as he processed Arial’s apology.  Understanding her situation better now, he tried to formulate a solution that addressed her privacy concerns.

“I found it!” he exclaimed; Arial looked at him with wide eyes.

He glances aside, his optics widening. Just a few meters away, he finds Arial’s missing top, partially submerged in the shallows and caught on a jagged piece of coral.

With his large hand, he picks it up, feeling a blush across his cheeks.

“You did?!” she gasps, “hurry, hand it over!” 

“Just scoop me up into your hand and place me against your chest. Make sure your back is facing the beach.” Arial said.

Bravern’s massive hand, designed for gripping enormous objects, wasn’t exactly suited to handling something as delicate as a bikini top. 

He couldn’t just shove it in her direction without risking another accidental drenching or creating a bigger spectacle.

Bravern’s processors whirred in a flurry.  Scooping Arial into his massive hand was technically possible, but the idea jogged his systems.  Even with the intention of helping, direct physical contact felt like a potential violation of her boundaries.

“There might be a better way, Arial,” he rumbled, his voice gentle despite the internal conflict. “If I carefully position myself in the water, with my back towards the beach, could you use the waves to help propel yourself towards me? 

Once you’re close enough, I could use one of my manipulator arms to gently guide the top onto you.”

“What do you think, Arial?” he rumbled, hoping she’d see the logic in his plan.

It wasn’t the most graceful solution, but it offered several advantages.  First, it minimized physical contact.  Second, it utilized the natural movement of the waves to give Arial some agency in retrieving the top. 

Finally, it allowed him to use his finer manipulator arm for a more delicate touch.

“Just do it.” Ember laughs.

“Alright, Arial,” he rumbled.

Bravern’s processors whirred, processing the new information. While the situation was still awkward, the shift in her tone was a relief.

He slowly turned his back to the beach, wading deeper into the water until the waves lapped gently against his metallic frame.

He braced himself, hoping the plan would work. He brought Arial to his chest, and Arial put her top back on.

“There we go!” she beams, “Look!”

“Look at what?” he rumbled hesitantly, his voice still laced with a hint of nervousness.

Relief washed over Bravern’s processors like an incredible wave. Arial’s smile, brighter than the Georgia sun, was all he needed confirmation.

He carefully held his position, his manipulator arm hovering nearby in case of another wardrobe malfunction.

Arial pointed towards the horizon with a triumphant glint in her eyes. “The dolphins! A whole pod of them!”

Bravern’s optics swiveled towards the direction she pointed. Sure enough, sleek grey shapes danced through the waves, their playful splashes echoing across the water.

“Amazing,” he rumbled, a low hum of appreciation resonating through his metallic frame.

As the sun descended, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, the dolphins gradually dispersed. The playful mood settled into a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the rhythmic crash of the waves.

The playful display distracted them both from the earlier awkwardness. Bravern watched, fascinated, as the dolphins weaved around each other, their joyful energy infectious.

Arial giggled, her earlier embarrassment forgotten as she pointed out their acrobatics.

“Thanks for helping me, Bravern,” Arial finally said, her voice soft.

“It was my pleasure, Arial,” he rumbled, his voice genuine. “Perhaps next time, we choose a different swimsuit activity.”

Arial let out a peal of laughter, the sound warm and inviting. “Maybe,” she conceded, a playful glint in her eyes. “But hey, at least it’s a story to tell, right?”

(Sorry for the lack in my BBB stories. I've been busy. Thanks for waiting!)

Bravern couldn’t help but agree. As they watched the last rays of sunlight disappear over the horizon, he knew this wouldn’t be their last adventure together.

And perhaps, with a little more planning, their future endeavors would be a bit less… revealing.

[verso-en-prosa]

Tengo miedo a confiar mi amistad a un amigo (vato) y que de todo lo que le confie se quiera aprovechar de mí... mood, no sé que hacer.

[asking-jude]

hey do you have some tips or coping mechanisms I can use, I’ve been having some pretty bad mood swings recently and my identity issues feel like they’ve just been getting worse. I was basically euphoric and hyped an energized a few days ago, then almost numb until now and I feel like screaming and crying and on the verge of a breakdown. I feel like the parts of my identity have been almost drifting further and further away from each other and I already don’t feel like I have a core or center for my identity anyway, it feels more like floating scattered parts with no way to unite. Honestly any advice would be appreciated, thank you, and sorry if this is messy, as you can tell I’m not feeling great.

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Hey love,

Thank you for reaching out to Asking Jude. I am sorry that you are navigating this difficult situation; mood swings often make people feel stressed and out of control, which can be extremely overwhelming. I would recommend speaking to a therapist. Therapy may sound intimidating and intense, but talking to a mental health professional with an objective viewpoint on the situation will help you process and organize your thoughts. Unprocessed emotions tend to exacerbate mood swings, but a therapist can provide you with coping mechanisms to deal with them and your sense of unease surrounding your identity.

Here is a link for a resource to find therapists near you: https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/therapists.

If you feel unsure about therapy, I would also recommend tracking your emotions and mood swings through journaling. You can write down everything you’re feeling at the moment and what you believe is causing those feelings. Having your thoughts physically written down will help you recognize what triggers certain negative emotions, which can help you process them when they appear in the future. When you have identified some recurring triggers, try to avoid the situations that caused them. For example, if you were around a certain person, in a certain place, or doing a certain thing when the negative emotions began, try to avoid those things going forward, if possible.

There are many different ways to journal, but the stream-of-consciousness method is particularly effective because you do not have to worry about proper grammar or punctuation. Here is an article that discusses journaling and its benefits in greater detail: https://www.urmc.rochester.edu/encyclopedia/content.aspx?ContentID=4552&ContentTypeID=.

In addition to journaling, try putting aside time for self-care and doing things that bring you joy. You could try painting, drawing, reading, listening to music, walking outside for fresh air, or talking with friends and family, to name a few examples. Unwinding and decompressing looks different for everyone, but anything you can do to clear your mind will improve your focus and mental health. Self-care also relates to physically taking care of yourself, which includes going to bed at the same time each night, maintaining a predominantly well-balanced diet, and adhering to an exercise routine (even if it’s just going on a walk occasionally). It is also important that you stay in touch with close friends and family; having a strong support system is important to have while navigating difficult situations. Self-care can feel daunting or unnecessary at times, but your physical and mental health will reap the long-term benefits.

I have provided a link that contains additional information on mood swings and how to cope with them: https://familypsychnj.com/2018/09/tips-managing-mood-swings/.

Society places significant pressure on people to have a strong sense of identity from an early age, which is harmful and unrealistic; everyone’s journey is unique, and there is no objectively correct or superior way to experience life. It may seem impossible at the moment, but this uncertainty that you feel towards your sense of identity will not last forever. Having confidence in your identity takes time and effort, so please remember to be patient with yourself. You are strong and will get through this.

I hope some of this information was helpful. Please feel free to reach out to Asking Jude again if you have any further questions.

Love,

Jordan <3

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[theseinterludes]

a one and a two

i was never sure of anything. even if a thing was right in front of me, it always felt like i had to doubt its existence. thus, when i saw her waving at me, i thought i was having hallucinations. with my coffee-addled brain and the number of people here in this bus terminal, it was easy to mistake a person for someone but she was actually here, heading towards me, smiling at me so sweetly as if nothing had gone wrong between us. i never thought that dimpled smile would be directed at me ever again. i almost took out my phone to snap a picture.

“what, we haven’t seen each other in so long and you won’t even say hi?” she asked when she reached my side, eyes squinting a little when the afternoon sun hit her face. huh, she was even talking to me. her voice sounded a bit strange—had it always been that deep or had it just been that long?

breaking out of my reverie, i playfully rolled my eyes at her. “in my defense, we didn’t really end on good terms so if i was the one who saw you first i wouldn’t have done anything. maybe i’ll smile awkwardly if you saw me looking at you but that’s it.”

“that’s true but it’s been years since we last saw each other! i couldn’t help myself when I saw you here. girl, this isn’t even the line for the bus i’m going to take,” she said matter-of-factly.

i chuckled. “we’re talking as if it’s already been, like, a decade when it’s only been three years!”

“that’s still long! a lot has happened in those three years! look at you: you grew your hair, you’re a lot skinnier, and it seems like you’re not using your favorite zara perfume anymore. see, i just got here, and i can already note a lot of changes! though i find it funny that you still look so unapproachable with that ever-present frown on your face and those headphones. guess you didn’t change that much.”

if we were talking about changes then, yes, there were some. i have learned a lot about myself in those years, things i never would have had the idea about if we did not go down the way we did. for one, i have grown to be less flaky. if we were still hanging out she would have loved that since she used to scold me about always changing my mind. i also remembered she always said that i should be more courageous in going after the things i want so i made it a point to take that seriously after the fact. i remained a coward but at least now i was learning to confront a lot of the things that would have made me run back then. as it turned out, things can still go right even if i am not on stable ground! i wished i had known that then, maybe we would not be here today if i did.

“well, you’re still as frank as ever,” i countered as i took off my headphones. “you’re on your way home too?”

“yes, finally! college has been quite stressful, i’m so glad finals are done. now, i just need my ma’s cooking to recharge me. how about you? i heard you’re having the time of your life.”

i stared at her dumbfounded. why was she being so friendly? she was actually making an effort to continue the conversation. should i ask her? wait, this might turn awkward so i should definitely not say anything about that. then again, i was really curious. what if she merely wanted to pass the time while waiting for her bus and then forgot we ever had this conversation when it arrived? i furrowed my eyebrows. “this is going to smash this whole friendly mood here but, dude, why are you talking to me so casually? i thought you might still be mad or something.”

her smile dipped a little. “are you telling me i can’t catch up with an old friend?”

“that’s not what I mean,” i said.

“i know what you mean,” she replied.

unable to think of a response, i turned to look at the people passing by. i should have just gone along with her small talk. seriously, i should take a class on decision-making or something. i blew out a breath. i wished my bus would come already—what was taking it so long anyway? 

“i was never mad at you, dummy,” she broke the silence, voice now soft yet still confident. “i just got tired, that’s all. if anything, i should be the one wondering why you’re speaking to me now, i was half expecting that you would push me away again.”

a beat passed.

“i’m sorry,” i said, “for suddenly distancing myself.”

“yeah, you should be,” she stated. from the corner of my eyes, i could see her looking down at her shoes. her long hair was covering her face but i knew she was pouting. “i don’t even know why. it sucked—still does, actually.”

i sighed. can we not do this?

“i have no valid excuse for it, really. i was just so confused.” i shrugged. “i realized i have all these feelings and i don’t know what to do with them. running away seemed like the easiest thing.”

“if you were having a hard time that you had to do that you could’ve told me. i’m more than willing to help you. you knew that,” she said as she looked back at me. raising one eyebrow, she continued, “you didn’t have to cut me off—your reasoning is always so hard to understand. it’s like you’re constantly trying to make people dislike you.”

i could tell from her tone she was getting aggravated, though it seemed like i was not too far behind her. all of the frustrations i had for my actions then wanted to make themselves known.

“can you be for real? i can’t say to the person i like that i want to throw away all my feelings for her. that would be cruel especially since i know she likes me back.”

“why the hell would...what?”

“you need your ears cleaned.”

“i’m sorry, let me get this straight—”

“too late for that.”

“can you not?” she asked exasperatedly. “god, i forgot how sarcastic you get when you’re put in situations where you have to explain yourself.”

“how about you don’t analyze it too much? it was right there—i had to!”

the clenching of her jaw said it all. “alright, sorry, go on.”

“you knew i liked you? and you liked me back? how? why?”

i snorted. “well, you’re not really subtle! i wasn’t too but thank the universe you’re blind. the longing stares? lingering touches? heavy silences? girl, please, we would’ve given wong kar-wai and all the lesbian period drama filmmakers a run for their money.”

“and you wanted to forget about it because...?”

“i’m simply not ready, okay? you’ve always been so sure of yourself—that’s what I admired the most about you—but I can’t say the same for myself. the moment the realization hit, i got so scared. i had no idea what to do so i just said to hell with it, did whatever, and hoped for the best.”

“wow. you’re such a mess,” she said, disbelief written across her face. “and i thought you just decided that you suddenly hated me. damn, if only you told me that. i didn’t know that’s how you felt—you didn’t tell me anything! you’re right, i might not be able to fully understand but if only you let me, i would’ve tried so hard,” she reasoned.

i nodded. “i know you would. that was just something i needed to figure out by myself. i’m also aware of how selfish that was, but at the time that was the clearest path for me to take. i thought i would be fine with that...it didn't take me long to know i wasn’t.”

she smiled once again, this time, however, it did not reach her eyes. “back then, we joked about this all the time, but you really only ever think about yourself, no? and it’s not even the kind of selfishness where you only get the good part. do you honestly enjoy making yourself suffer?”

she had a point. i laughed humorlessly. “maybe. i do have a brutal way of confirming things.”

“it was a rhetorical question.”

“right.”

i opened my mouth again to add something but no words came out. the silence that followed was perhaps the most unbearable one i ever encountered. i could feel the heat rushing through my face though i would like to pretend that it was only because of the weather and not of the uneasiness. i tried to look anywhere but her to hide it.

“it’s a little too hot today, don’t you think? I’m melting here,” she said while fanning herself with her hands. it was like she read my mind and was now coming to the rescue. how typical. i offered her my bottled water but she declined.

“you know, now that I think about it, it’s kinda weird we had this conversation here. this isn’t how i envisioned this moment,” i told her.

“oh, yeah? tell me, then, how you envisioned it.”

“i was thinking it would be at night, possibly while we’re out with our other friends, and when we’re a few drinks in they would put us on the spot or something, i don’t know. just something not like this, a random afternoon...in a loud place where people only go to go to other places. the atmosphere is simply not right, it feels too...temporary? it’s as if it’s not real, get it? plus, I’m pretty sure that manong there is listening to us.”

she glanced at the man pretending to read his newspaper before replying. “maybe it’s the universe reminding us of all the possibilities that could happen between us. we do tend to get complacent. or maybe they’re all just homophobic.”

we shared a giggle at that but before i could add another joke she noticed something. “hold on, i think that’s my bus. the people i was lining up with earlier are boarding already.”

“oh,” i uttered, disappointment evident in my tone. “well, this was a nice talk. i’m, uh, glad you came over here.”

“yeah, it really was! things are...much easier to understand now.”

“do you, like, maybe want to do it over coffee next time?”

“sure, that would be great. i’ll hit you up?”

“yes, please! so...” how would you even end this kind of conversation? would you just say bye? add a wave maybe?

“so…bye for now, i guess. how about a goodbye hug?” she asked, opening up her arms.

“um, yeah, sure,” i said, stepping close.

it was a brief one but its tightness implied the promise of making up for the lost time. we parted and waved a final goodbye before she walked to her bus, a slight bounce on her step. with her back now facing me, it seemed like I had been granted a broader perspective. talking really cleared things out, huh? i would be lying if i said everything will go smoothly from here, though. we have only uncovered our past issues, who knew what might happen next? for now, i was just overjoyed at this chance encounter.

“see you!” i shouted at her retreating figure and she stopped for a second to smile at me. i kept my eyes on her until she entered the bus before turning away. after a few minutes, a notification popped up on my phone. she sent me a picture. when i opened it, it was a meme. i smirked. there was no question about it—i will do better this time.

[stealthsuitdeku]

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Comfort food: roll pancakes and passionfruit juice

Comfort clothing: anything in black, it's what I wear during my low spoon days,confy, not many people will pay any attention to you and you look decent enough without having to think too hard about the outfit

Comfort song: Pitty - Equalize, Kisnou - Far From Me, Sleeping at Last - Jupiter, Lights! - Same Sea(acoustic)Undertale OST and A Hat In Time OST for reasons ^^'

Comfort book: The Percy Jackson first series and the Series Of Unfortunate Events books, if not that (ngl most of these answers are for nostalgia reasons ^^")

Comfort game: 2048, two dots

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