#yesss we were meant to meet!!

[drmflm]

omg korrean bestie njrnjkrefjnf im korean/german but idk german-

i only learned English about five years ago so English is still hard, I'm learning Spanish!!

opposites attract so we were made to meet :)

이것도 기대하고 있어요 너무 재미있을거에요 하하하 <3

-🎄

ooooh cool! im,,,uhhh im a lot of things 😅

dang five years ago?? ur doing so well bro i couldn’t even tell! ooh spanish is cool! is it spain spanish or south american spanish? cuz i know a bit of the spain one thanks to my other language

ooh i agree~! 재미있을거예용!!! ah also, if it helps u can call me 수민 in korean if u want! it’s the name that was given to me 😅 idk how to spell honour in korean and i think it would be awkward djfjdjskak i think it’s sumin or soomin in english letters

oh and feel free to use 반말 if u want because we are the same age 😊

[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | WOSO X READER | PT 14

pairings: woso x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: fourteen

part one here

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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ you guys back me up here

lotte y/n absolutely not

neev oooh what's gotten lotte acting like this

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ so i made this insane connection yeah lotte is literally a female tom holland but miss wubben-moy here is denying it

the REAL karate kid huh?

mccard hold on you might be onto something here

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

LOOOK it's not the best photo to compare from but tell me i ain't the only who sees it

stairway OMG

brightness oh yeah i'm seeing it

stephy YESSS it's the side profile

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ exactly!!

meado that is insane

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ seeee lotte! i meant it as a compliment when i said you look like tom holland's twin

elton changed lotte's name to tom holland's twin

tom holland's twin

neev

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ 😔😔

tom holland's twin niamh do i need to remind you of this afternoon at the beach? because i will

hempo oooh i wanna know what happeneddd

daly

stairway WAIT YOU GUYS WENT TO THE BEACH?! AND DIDN'T INVITE ME

the REAL karate kid that is so sad we must've completely forgotten about you

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ OMG YESS I HAVE AMAZING PHOTOS TO SHARE

neev Y/N NO

tom holland's twin Y/N YES

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

this one and jessie were STRUGGLING for an hour trying to place their mats 😭😭 it was so funny

flaming hot STOPPP DONT REMIND ME

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

and miss fleming here even gave me the bird guys she's not as innocent as she looks

flaming hot oh shut up y/n

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ you're just sour that the wind loved me

flaming hot yeah i really am

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

i'm justfdghjkem ehyu tyuiolkjehsyuikmdrnh

willybum um y/n you good?

elton are you having a stroke rn?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ sorry y/n's a bit busy rn

neev WHERE'S Y/N MY BAE AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ if you want to see her alive again i'm gonna need y'all to venmo me 10k each

stairway 10k?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ is that too much for you?

stairway oh no no it was just surprising how you didn't go for one 1 million like everyone usually does

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ oh well i guess if you want it that way then 1 million each from y'all

willybum STANWAY WTH

neev had to open that big mouth of yours

ona we'll save y/n just what is this venmo and how do i venmo you money?

elton i mean do we have to ..... she'll be fineee

neev you know what how about 1 m for y/n toone will pay for it on behalf of us all

elton HUH excuse you i ain't venmoing anyone a million dollars i'm positive i don't even have a hundred dollars in my bank account

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ wow glad to know how much i'm worth 😔

ona y/n! you're okay! do i still have to venmo for your safety?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ oh no no don't worry about it ona you're too sweet for this world 🥺 kyra and charli were being jerks and snatched my phone and ran away

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ added kyra and cha cha

kyra aw man you ruined the fun 😔 i could've earned some money

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ nahhh ona's too precious to be scammed by you but i mean ella on the other hand ....

elton OI

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ OMG HOW MANY SELFIES DID YOU TWO TAKE ON MY PHONE?!

cha cha just enough 😁

stephy i was dreading when the three of you would meet up as if we don't already have enough chaos in this groupchat

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ stephyyy why would you think that 😔

cha cha honestly

kyra

the REAL karate kid 😭😭

willybum HELP

cha cha HAHA I LOVE THIS PLS

stephy

kyra WOAH WOAH WOAH

stephy

kyra

cha cha HELP YOU BEAT KYRA WITH MEMES I CANT BELIEVE THIS

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ HAHAHA STEPH YOU ICONIC LEGEND I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE

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i don't even know what the hell this is anymore 😭😭 but i hope you enjoyed this nonsense

part fifteen here

[whxre-bxby]

May I request mansk smut. I barely see anyone write for him and he just needs some love 😭😭. Just some sweet love making for him and the reader 💕

YES MISS GURL HERE WE GO BITCHES

"Late Night Feels"

Mansk (recom/Na’vi) x Y/N (recom/Na’vi f.)

Summary: During a game night with a few recoms, you can’t help but notice Mansk’s lingering eyes. When you confront him about it he gets shy before confessing and the man is whipped. After his heartfelt confession, you can’t keep your composure anymore and you both go to his room.

WARNINGS: SMUT, Fluff (so freakin cute), swear words, praise-kink (Mansk), f. Oral receiving, penetration, Mansk whimpering (yesss), breeding kink, mating

Masterlist

Word count: 9421

The recom team had built many new routines since being brought back to life on Pandora. One of them started when neither of us could fall asleep because our bodies felt so foreign to us. We were able to play it off during the day in front of everyone, but once we were left alone, most of us couldn’t stand it. 

I was having a second life crisis, almost breaking down in front of my mirror. To calm down, I needed to leave the confined space that was meant to serve as a room. 

I ended up in the cafeteria/kitchen for the recoms, holding a glass of water and staring into nothingness. 

Mansk was the first to enter the kitchen after me. My presence startled him a little but we were both so out of it I didn’t even notice anyone walk in. He also got himself a glass of water and that was when Lyle walked in. Following him came Zdinarsk and then Ja. That was the group. The others seemed to have fallen asleep normally. 

We cleared the air by agreeing that we were extremely uncomfortable, but no one wanted to talk about it including me. So instead of talking, Lyle suggested we play cards to get our minds off of things. No one had anything better to do, so we agreed. 

That’s how the routine of a weekly game night started. Every Thursday, we would meet after curfew in the diner by the kitchen and play cards around a table. It lightened the mood and definitely helped. 

Today was a Thursday. The lights had all been turned off and everyone had gone to their rooms. The only people awake were the human soldiers assigned night watch and they were on the other side of the facility. 

I smiled, feeling a little calmer now that I knew I could go play cards and not have to sleep. 

As usual, I walked through the empty corridors and into the cafeteria. Ja and Mansk were already there and were currently pushing the tables together. I greeted them, getting the stack of cards from beneath the counter and grabbing a chair to sit by the table. Within a few minutes, Lyle and Z-Dog had arrived. 

Now, we were all sitting in a circle, with one light on in the corner as we played. The game had been going on for about an hour and we were still having fun. I was getting slightly tired and Ja had yawned next to me so I wasn’t the only one. 

“How ‘bout one last round and then we call it a night?” Ja suggested, taking everyone’s cards and shuffling them.

“Hopefully Lyle won’t lose again.” Z teases and I chuckle, taking a sip from my glass. Mansk smiles to himself before staring down at his hands. He’s sitting opposite me. 

“No need to worry. I’m feelin’ this round. It’s my time now, people.” Lyle assures with a grin, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. 

“Whatever you say.” Ja returns the grin, passing out a new round of cards to everyone again. 

We played and guess what? Lyle did in fact not win. Nor did he even get anywhere close to it. 

I placed my cards in the middle with a smile, showing that I won. All the others had gotten rid of their cards already and it was just Lyle and me. Lyle was still holding at least seven. 

He huffed, throwing his cards to the middle in defeat. 

“You guys are cheatin’. Ja’s shufflin’ it wrong.” Lyle argues and I bite my lip to contain laughter. Ja looks almost offended. 

“That’s 5 losses in a row.” Mansk says and I nod, while my grin widens. Z-Dog is pressing her fist over her mouth to cover her smile but Lyle sees us. 

“Okay, quit laughin'. I’ll beat you both now.” Lyle adds, taking his new set of cards and looking at them. 

“How about we play until Lyle doesn’t lose?” I suggest and Z laughs while Lyle huffs in annoyance. 

“Sounds good.” Ja adds, leaning back on his chair. 

“Okay, then this is the last round.” Lyle states, building up a confident attitude to beat the game. Mansk looks up at me and we exchange looks, questioning Lyle’s words but we suppress laughter to not upset him. 

I think you know what’s coming. 

Let me ease your mind and inform you, that that was indeed not the last round we played. 

The game went on for another good 30-40 minutes, with Lyle refusing to speak after each loss of a round. Ja would quietly shuffle while we exchanged mocking looks. Lyle wasn’t having it. 

Finally, Lyle hadn’t won first but had not lost.

The rounds before where he lost would have been a little boring if it wouldn’t have been for one person in particular.

Sitting across from me were lingering eyes belonging to Mansk. He wasn’t wearing his signature shades and I caught him looking at me a few times. The looks were harmless and innocent, yet I felt like there was more to them. 

I wondered what had caught his eye because I was definitely not wearing anything impressive. I had a loose and oversized t-shirt on, which I slept in and some comfortable shorts that had pockets which I loved. 

I wasn’t wearing a bra and my hair was messy. It wasn’t the first time I hadn’t worn a bra around them. Z also wasn’t because we were about to head to bed anyway. Except for today, my shirt was grey and not black so I guess my chest was more visible. But he wasn’t the type of guy to rudely stare so I don’t think that was it.

Anyway, Z-Dog was holding the last cards and thereby lost while Lyle celebrated in her face. She was annoyed she lost to him and said goodnight before walking off. I was smiling to myself as he followed her down the hallway, repeating how easy it was to beat her and how she made a mistake. As if he hadn’t lost the last 10 rounds in a game he most likely made up and even suggested in the first place. 

Ja yawned again, rolling his shoulders and finishing his water before walking towards the hallway. 

“See you tomorrow guys. Was fun with you.” he said and I smiled. 

“Good night.” 

With that Ja left while I still sat at the table with Mansk. I finished my water while he put the deck of cards back into their box. 

Seeing all the empty glasses around the table I sighed and pushed my chair back. Getting up, I collected the glasses and carried them to the sink, leaving Mansk behind at the table.

Of course, Lyle had been drinking some sweet juice and not water so his glass had stained red. I turned on the tap and started washing up.

Behind me, Mansk had noticed my actions and wanted to help out. He returned the chairs to their original spots and pulled the tables back apart before slowly walking to me. 

He stopped, observing you from a small distance. He had been trying to not get caught up in his thoughts while playing but it was difficult with you looking this good to him. He knew you wouldn’t understand if he told you, but he loved how you looked right now. To be honest, he always liked the way you looked but right now, it was the best he’s seen yet. 

The way the huge t-shirt draped from your smaller figure almost covering your shorts and riding up slightly there where your tail was had him mesmerised. Your loose and let down hair which was finally for once not restricted and pulled back in a ponytail or any other hairdo you did with your braid and hair made him unable to stop staring. 

You looked so comfortable and real to him. In military uniform and during training, he found you intimidating and would choose to not approach you. Now, you looked like you had finally let your guard down and were more welcoming to him. That's why he looked forward to game nights. He looked forward to seeing you as you were. Not the tough girl that sometimes even scared him. Don’t get him wrong, he always thought you looked hot, even when training or fighting. But he felt as though he could not talk to you then. Now, with the others around and during games, it was easier and you seemed nicer. 

I felt his presence behind me and I brushed it off for a good 10 seconds until it started distracting me from washing up properly. 

Glancing behind me, I see Mansk comfortably standing and watching me. When he sees me turn my head around, he quickly turns away and places the stack of cards back underneath the counter that I got them from. 

I return my gaze to the cups and smile to myself, loving the effect I had on him. It was a surprise when I noticed how Mansk would get intimidated by me, but I decided to have some fun with him. 

Luckily, he didn’t walk away. Mansk walked up next to me, picking up a glass and helping me wash up. 

“Oh it’s okay, I had that.” I say, not wanting him to feel pressured into helping me. A small and faint smile stretches across his face. 

“I’m not gonna just leave you here to clean up after everyone.” he replied, his voice a little hoarse but nevertheless soft and kind. 

“How about just watching me instead, huh?” I tease him, grinning and nudging his side with my hip while my tail flicks in his direction. In contrast, his tail stops comfortably swaying and his ears lean back a little. 

I notice his tenseness and look up at him, the grin turning into a smile. 

He’s blushing, but I won’t point it out just yet. There’s more I can do.

I finish washing the cups and Lyle’s sticky glass, placing them on the bottom of the sink. Mansk is still rubbing away at his glass like he was a few minutes ago. 

“I think it’s clean.” I speak up, seeming to pull him out of his thoughts. He opens his mouth to say something but I’m already pulling the glass from his grasp and placing it to the others. Mansk doesn’t stop me. 

“Can you pass me the towel?” I ask and he glances at me, his ears perking before looking to his side. It seems to take him a while to process what I said, so I nudge him a little. 

“Please?” I give him innocent doe eyes and his ears perk forward even more, his eyes staring down into my own. 

“Y- yeah, sure.” he replies, trying to pull himself together and he hands me the towel. 

“Thanks.” I say, taking a glass and drying it. With the second glass I take out, I turn around, with my back facing the sink while I lean against it and stare into the open and dark cafeteria. 

Mansk reaches for another towel, takes a glass and continues helping me dry them in silence.

“If Lyle doesn’t start winning, we’re gonna have to come up with a new game.” I chuckle, trying to ease the atmosphere for him because I could tell he felt awkward even though he was quite good at hiding it. 

“Yeah.” Mansk smirks, dropping his head a little and chuckling. “Ja knows a few. It won’t get boring.”

“It wouldn’t get boring anyway.” I say, hinting at his previous lingering eyes. He doesn’t quite catch up, or maybe he does and he tries to avoid that conversation. 

“It wouldn’t? With Lyle always losin’?” he asks, glancing at me. I smirk, putting the previous glass away and grabbing a new one. 

“Nah. You kept it interesting.” 

I can see from the corner of my eye how his tail stills again and his body tenses. Our body language is much clearer now as Na’vi and he has become easy for me to read.

He doesn’t reply but I hear him swallow. 

“Was there something on my shirt?” I ask, continuing to push it, knowing damn well my shirt had little to do with his staring. I wanted to fluster him and have him stutter until he was forced to confess everything. 

“Uh- no. No your shirts fine.” he starts to talk, stumbling over his words. His voice is unsure and he doesn’t seem to know what to say. “I, uhm-” 

Even through his deep voice, one could still tell he was nervous. I loved it. 

Mansk also always spoke clearly and used minimal words. To have him fucking stutter is amazing.

“Oh shit, is it see-through?” I gasp, pretending to panic and he does too. 

“No- No no it’s not.” he says, turning to me and I bite my lip, giggling. 

He realises I’m messing with him and turns back to face the room in silence. Yep, he’s embarrassed. 

“I’m sorry, I just find it funny that I can tease you.” I say, unable to hide my grin. He smiles but his ears are strained back. A nervous smile perhaps?

I press myself against his side, knowing the initiated body contact will frustrate him. 

“You need to loosen up, Mansk.” I say, all innocent again while I caress his leg with my tail. He doesn’t move, he just stays still. I can hear how quickly his heart is beating, even through his unsteady breaths. 

“Aw, come on. What is it?” I say, playing stupid and nudging his side. “You don’t like me? I can leave if you want?” 

He scoffs a little. Not in a rude way, but to himself. 

“Of course I like you, it’s not that.” he speaks and I smile again, putting the cup down and facing him. 

“What is it then?” 

A minute of silence passes before he speaks up again. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” he says, but clearly he is suppressing something. 

“Do I make you nervous?” I ask, looking up at him and his eyes shoot to me, hinting at panic. Bingo. 

“Is it because I’m not wearing a bra? Was that why you were looking earlier?” I tease, knowing it's not the reason. 

He grimaced at the thought of you thinking he was looking at you only because your chest wasn’t covered with a double layer like usual. Mansk was admiring all of you before and would never want you to think of him rudely checking you out. 

“No.” he states, almost whispering. His voice got caught in his throat. 

“No? You don’t like my chest?” I ask, faking those wide innocent eyes again. His gaze returns to me and he opens his mouth to answer but no words come out. I watch his adam's apple bob as he swallows nervously and there I have my answer. His response makes me grin and he knows he fucked up. 

“I wasn’t lookin’ because of that.” Mansk says, seeming almost irritated. I don’t say anything, I only glance at him again, waiting for him to elaborate. 

He’s looking down but my silence makes him glance back at me too. He had to keep talking now. 

“I just- think… you know. You look nice.” he says, his voice fading into a mumble. His words take me by slight surprise. 

“I look nice?” I ask, chuckling a little. A small wave of panic flows through me when I realise my reaction might discourage him but luckily it doesn’t. 

“Yeah. You look comfortable. It’s beautiful.” he pushes the words out and they electrify my heart, sending waves through my body that kill all the tiredness. 

“Fuck, now you’re making me feel special.” I giggle, clutching my face in my hands and letting them slide down. The next time I look up, he is already looking at me again. 

“Tell me more,” I beg him, wanting to hear everything that’s on his mind. 

He looks surprised. As if he were expecting me to walk away after he said that. Mansk listens. 

“You don’t look as… badass, like you do when training.” he says and my own ears perk up. What does that mean? 

I questionably look up at him, wondering whether this was becoming insulting or cute. 

“Which I don’t mind.” he saves it, quickly. “You look amazing when you train. Fuck. But I’d never be able to talk to you like this.” Mansk seems to be forgetting he’s confessing his deepest secret and is focusing on making sure I understand without feeling uncomfortable. 

“You think I look good?” I ask, staring deeply into the empty room. 

“More than just good. Fuckin’ angel.” he mumbles, looking like he wants to retreat into himself because he’s said too much. He looks down, slightly turned away from me. 

“God, you’re making this hard for me.” I chuckle and he glances back at me, confused. Mansk looks worried as if he made a mistake. 

“I wanted to tease you more but now you have me fucking blushing.” I say and his ears perk all the way up. His worry fades when he realises that I am indeed blushing. And his eyes widen and almost sparkle when he reminds himself that it's because of him. 

“You look even prettier.” he mumbles. 

“Stop. This is not how the tables were meant to turn.” I talk over him, making him smile. 

“Hm.” Mansk mumbles, putting the things down and turning away to leave.

“Where are you going?” I ask, wondering why the conversation was ending at the best part. 

“It’s late, I thought you wanted to go sleep early today?” he answers, stopping in his steps and turning around. 

Does he really think I’ve been playing with him just for kicks this whole time?

“Late my ass. I’m not done with you.” I say. He had put the towels back and just stared at me with curious wide eyes. His lips were slightly parted too. This was the cutest and most attractive man ever. 

“You think I tease you for no reason?” I ask, quickly putting the glass down and grabbing his hand. He lets me lead him away from the sink and out of the room. Even though he’s much taller and could easily resist, he lets me pull him away.

“Where are you goin’?” he asks, seeming a little hesitant. More confused and self-conscious. He didn’t know whether he had done something wrong and if he had he would never forgive himself. 

I curse. “Of course, they put the women’s rooms on the other side of the fucking facility.” 

Mansk watches my every move intently. In the back of his mind, he can imagine what the best-case scenario would be but he knows that there is no way that will happen so he doesn’t question it. 

“Where’s your room?” I ask and he looks at me as if he’s seen a ghost. 

“What?” 

“You heard me. Come on.” I say, smiling at his shocked face. “Unless you don’t want this. Then I can go.”

Mansk can’t believe his ears. Want this? The man has needed this for the past month or two. But he doesn’t want to be the one to bring it up in case you aren’t thinking of the same thing. He treasures the talks he has with you and he would never risk losing that. 

“Don’t want what?” he asks. 

“Mansk, I need you. Right now. If you want to fuck, tell me where your room is and let’s do something about it.”

He gulps, his eyes just staring at me as his mind goes blank. That was it, Mansk was blown away and officially couldn’t believe the events unfolding before him. 

“Hm?” I ask, spurring him on because I was getting a little more desperate than I wanted to be. 

“207…” he whispers. Realising his voice is gone he clears his throat and tries to keep himself composed. 

I nod, turning around and walking us there. Luckily it was close, much closer than my room. We arrive at his door and I stand there, looking at him to unlock it but Mansk is once again just gazing at me. 

“Keys.” I say, becoming impatient. Every time I looked at him I felt my body become hotter. 

“Really?” he slowly asks, his ears perking forward, giving me all his attention. 

“Really what?” I ask, trying to figure out what he’s going on about. 

“You want me?” His voice is so soft and the way he unsurely says it melts me. It seems as though he is still a little worried I’m messing with him again and that his feelings will be hurt. This huge bulky man in front of me suddenly seems like this tiny, fragile, cuddly bear. His hand is resting in the pocket of his sweats as his slightly slumping posture no longer shines the intimidating energy it does when he wears his uniform and shades. 

“Mansk, you are the reason I go to those goddamn game nights.” I start explaining, catching on to him feeling unsure about himself. He needs reassurance and I get that. A year ago I would have too. 

“You think I’d be going just to see Lyle lose his shit every time. I mean it can be nice but you make it better.”

His face lights up and the doubt is slowly being washed away.  The man can’t believe what he’s hearing. He lifts his dropped head to meet my eyes.

“You happen to also look absolutely fucking amazing and this new tank top you’re wearing is really doing it for me. So if you would kindly open this door-” 

I’m cut off by Mansk hastily getting his keys from the pocket of his sweats, which have to my delight started to strain and swiftly unlocking the door. He effortlessly pushes it wide open and extends his hand out to let me go inside first. 

“Thank you.” I whisper but it's barely audible.

The little gesture makes my heart flutter and I step inside. He walks in after me, flicking the light on and kicking the door closed. 

I quickly scan the room before turning back around to face him. He’s thrown his keys onto his nightstand and his eyes met mine. Again, Mansk didn’t want to be pushy and initiate the contact in case I had changed my mind. But god, had he been longing for your touch for so long. 

I sighed, knowing I was down bad for him. My no romance in the workplace rule was long gone right now. 

I take a step towards him so that he is closer to me. He is still a head taller so he peers down as I extend my arm and cup his cheek to pull him down to me. 

“Kiss me.” I whisper. The words make Mansk think he’s in heaven. 

Mansk more than happily obliges, shivering from excitement at the touch of you on his cheek. Our lips are just inches apart as we share breaths for a few seconds before both of us can’t stand it and our lips finally meet.

I relish in the moment while Mansk’s mind is getting blurry from the wonderland he is in. 

The kiss deepens and I wrap my arms around his neck. Finally, he feels more confident and one of his hands holds the back of my head, right under my braid, while the other slides down my waist. 

I notice how he keeps it on my waist and my waist only, not sliding down below my hips. His respect and politeness amaze me and I add it to the list of things I love about him, but right now it needs to change.

I slide my palm up his arm, gently holding his hand before pushing it down further. 

Mansk’s ears perk up and he inhales shakily through his nose when I put his hand down on my ass. 

I pull away while doing this to see his reaction and make sure I’m not overstepping any boundaries. His wide eyes meet mine again and I watch how his pupils expand the longer he looks at me. 

I give him a small smile, to reassure him but also because I couldn’t hold him back. I felt so happy being around him and that he liked me this way made me want to scream and jump around. 

His large hands on me made me feel safe. Even though I knew I was capable of protecting myself, this felt nice. Better than nice in fact. I was in heaven too. 

“You’re so beautiful…” he whispered, his eyes flickering between mine slowly. My own eyes widened at his comment and my breath got caught in my chest. He really meant it, I could see that he did. I’ve never felt this appreciated and it made me feel a little emotional in fact. I wanted to return the feeling to him and make him feel as good as possible because I started to realise that he meant so much to me. 

Without further hesitation, I slowly leaned in again, letting my eyes flutter closed. Mansk watched me with heart eyes, closing his own eyes and drowning in euphoria from the feeling of our lips meeting once again. 

I press my body against his this time, wrapping my arms around his neck while one hand runs over the back of his head. In the process, I sway my hips forward and against his abdomen, feeling what I could only hope and anticipate was his erection. 

Mansk groaned into the kiss and I felt him shiver again. Seeing him be so responsive to my touch had me craving to hear more from him. 

I let one of my arms drift down from his neck and run along his strong shoulders. I was never able to identify my exact type but feeling his muscles really had an effect on me. His almost extreme strength was amazing to me and the fact that he rarely used it to its full extent made it that much better. 

I flatten my palm out while Mansk deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue past my lips. I gasp but push myself further into him, letting him know I loved it. Fuck, he really knew what he was doing. 

His one hand was still gently resting on my ass while the other pulled me further into him by my lower waist. Our tails flicked around behind us uncontrollably and subconsciously showing our excitement. Snitches. 

I ran my palm down his bulky chest, feeling his muscles and the texture of his tank top. I fumbled with his dog tag, wrapping my hand around it and bringing him down closer to me by gently pulling at it. 

He responded by holding my body even closer as if he never planned on letting go. 

I then let my hand drop and dipped my fingers underneath his top, feeling his warm and bare skin beneath. He sighed at the feeling and we pulled away, both almost gasping for air. 

I gripped the hem of my shirt and peeled it off, pulling it over my head. Mansk saw my movement and quickly followed, throwing his tank top to the side. 

When his eyes met me they changed from being half-lidded to opening wider again. It only now occurred to him that I was half-naked before him and he was clearly having a hard time not being polite. Mansk looked away and I could see how nervous and worked up he was. 

I giggled, putting my own top over a chair in his room before taking a few steps to him again. He slowly looked at me, keeping his eyes firmly on my face and not letting his gaze falter. His expression makes me smile.

“You can look, you know?” I say softly, watching his ears twitch at my words. “I’m yours if you want me to be.” 

Mansk’s breath got caught in his throat and I saw how flushed he was, trying his best not to fold in front of me. Slowly, he let his eyes drift from my face to my lips, then my neck, bare collarbones and finally to my chest. 

His lips parted as he shakily exhaled and stared at me in awe. I never had anyone look at me like that before.

Another small sigh left his lips while he was still processing the fact that this was happening to him. You trusted him enough and wanted him enough to be in his room like this with him. 

I take a step towards him, my own gaze faltering as I admire his bare, sculpted torso. 

My hand raises and Mansk is brought out of his little dream by my touch. I rest my palm on his chest, slowly tracing it over the patterns on his skin and down his abs, to his v-line. 

I look up, redoing the same thing but this time feeling his shoulders too. 

“You’re so pretty…” I whisper, not thinking about my words. They just slip out. 

Mansk was speechless, watching your hand travel over his torso. You liked the way he looked? He knew he didn’t look bad, he just thought it was regular for the military and especially now for Na’vi. But you liked it. You liked him. It’s official now, the man is whipped for you.

I grin, loving his innocent and gentle reactions. 

Slowly, I apply pressure on his chest and push him backwards. Mansk takes a few steps in the direction I need him to and within seconds, the back of his knees hit the frame of his bed and he is forced to sit down. 

I stay standing in front of him and lean down to give him another kiss, before pulling away again. He leans forward, chasing my lips, not wanting to end the contact. 

A smile forms on my lips as I find his begging eyes once more. They shoot down to my hands and abdomen once he realises I’m pulling my shorts and panties down. 

Mansk inhales sharply as I step out of the last bits of clothing I have on and just watches me in admiration. I happen to also notice how almost painfully strained his sweatpants have become. 

“You look like an angel…” he softly says, his eyes scanning and taking all of me in. I scoff, unable to handle all the compliments. 

“I want to make you feel good.” I whisper, climbing onto him. Mansk smiles at my reaction and leans back a little to give me space. I sit on his lap with a leg on either side of his and wrap my arms loosely around his neck again. 

He keeps looking at me while having his hands firmly placed on the bed. 

“You can touch me too.” I grin, biting my lips and he lets out a soft chuckle, feeling a little embarrassed that he keeps getting caught staring. 

His hands gently caress my waist and thighs and one confidently moves down to my ass. 

He squeezes my cheek and I sigh, letting my eyes close for a split second. Knowing he’s getting a reaction from me, Mansk feels more confident to touch more of me. 

His right-hand pushes a few strands of hair over my shoulder and then slowly drifts down to my chest. He watches my reaction for any sign of discomfort but he doesn’t get it and soon he is caressing and massaging my breasts. I sigh again in pleasure, letting my head slightly fall forward, almost landing on his shoulder. 

Mansk can’t stop himself from melting into me and he pulls me closer, letting his head drop to the crook of my neck, gently kissing the skin while his hot breath sends butterflies to my stomach. 

I trace the muscles on his back with my hand while the other holds onto his shoulder. My tail caresses his leg while his own one repeatedly thuds against the mattress in happiness and excitement. 

As mentioned, Mansk is in heaven and he lets himself finally relax completely against me. 

His face leans down in between my breasts and both his hands wrap around my waist, hugging me and pulling my closer to him. I respond by cradling his head and holding him, feeling how my touch-starved state is finally being cured.

We just relish in each other's touch for a few minutes, our hands tracing up and down the other's body before I slowly pull away and support his head when he lifts it up. My palm cradles his flushed cheek as we lock eyes again. 

“What do you want?” I ask him, wanting to give him whatever I can. “I’ll do it.” I say, and I see how his eyes light up. He must be thinking of something. 

“Just tell me and I can help you.” I whisper, kissing his cheek before moving down and gently biting his neck. 

Mansk whimpers when I nibble at the skin of his neck and it makes my stomach twist with more excitement. I hold his head again, peppering kisses to the area. 

I look up at him again and he takes another deep, shaky breath. 

“Please tell me. I want to make you feel good.” I say and it seems to affect him. 

Mansk is surprised by your words. He wanted to worship your body and here you were, offering him the same. You were too good to be true, but he wanted to please you before you even got started with making him feel good. There was something he had been longing of doing for the past months he had you on his mind. 

We locked eyes again and he looked away before I made him look at me again. 

“Sit on my face.” he whispered and I froze, replaying the words in my head. That’s what he wanted?

“Please.” he breathed out. That’s all the confirmation I needed. 

“Yes, baby.” I reply and he shivers at the name I gave him. Slowly, I push him back so that he is laying beneath me. I lean down to give him a kiss of appreciation before I move up his body, eventually hovering over his head. The mattress dipped around his head as he watched me get in position.

Once again, the man's eyes were wide and his pupils were blown. He lifted his hands up, gently resting them on my hips as I found my stability. 

Mansk’s eyes were fixated on my bare heat for a few good long seconds before his gaze flickered up and met mine again. 

I wasn’t sure exactly how to do this and I didn’t want to hurt him. He seemed to catch on to my uneasiness. 

“Y/N, let me make you feel good.” he says, sounding a little desperate. His breath is uneven while his hands try to slowly pull my hips down.

“But that’s what-” 

"Please.” he breathes out again. I now notice his glossy, begging eyes and it makes me gulp. All I can do is nod and when he starts pulling me down on him, I don’t stop him. 

I’m hovering right above his face and I gasp when my core makes contact with his nose. He leans his head up and I feel his tongue swipe up between my folds. 

I gasp, biting my lip while staring down at him. This was completely new to me. 

Before he can continue, Mansk wraps his arms fully around my thighs, tugging me further down one last time before locking me in. 

I am almost literally sitting on his face now and Mansk can’t stop himself from digging in. His tongue works wonders, circling my clit before licking all around it and then teasing my entrance. 

When I feel him do the last thing I whimper, letting my head drop forwards and leaning on my arms in front of me. Holy shit. My breathing becomes ragged. 

Soon enough, Mansk starts devouring me like a starved man and I’m completely losing it. I’ve become a panting mess, having to bite down on my fist to not make any extremely loud noises. It feels so amazing my thighs start to quiver around his head. 

Suddenly, Mansk circles my entrance and then pushes the tip of his tongue into me. 

“Holy fu-” I swear, inhaling sharply while arching my back. I push myself up, leaning back and steadying my hands behind me on his bare torso. 

Mansk doesn’t stop and I notice how his tail almost starts to wag when he hears the noise I made. 

I can feel my orgasm approaching and my mouth drops open as I try to keep my composure. 

“Mansk-” I whine out and he groans into me when he hears his name. “I’m so close…” 

I try to suppress it, just to make this moment last a little longer but suddenly I feel light waves of vibrations beneath me, going straight to my core. I especially feel them on my hands that are resting behind me, on his bare chest. 

Mansk started fucking purring while comfortingly stroking my thighs and that was all it took for me to lose my mind. 

“Mansk! Oh my god.” I moan, my words gradually becoming less audible. He tightens his grip on me, completely locking my lower body down so that I literally can’t move or lift my hips off of him. He continues to tongue fuck me, riding out my orgasm while my legs shake and my vision becomes blurry for a few good seconds. 

I lean forward, my mouth gaping open while my tail tightly curls around one of his arms. 

Once I’ve finally come down a little, Mansk continues to lick me but he is a whole lot gentler now. His hands loosen, and slowly drift down my waist, giving me the opportunity to sit up. 

I lift myself off of him, leaning forward and lifting a leg over his head so that I was now sitting next to him. 

My face was now flushed too and I was a panting mess, my ears slightly drooped to the sides. 

Mansk sat up, turning to his side to face me. He had a prideful grin on his face which made me smile. One of his hands found mine and he held it, making my heart flutter. 

I watched him lick his glistening lips and my eyes widened. He was amazing. 

“How was that?” he asked. I would have expected it to be said in a teasing manner but it seemed like a genuine question. 

“You made my vision go blank for a few seconds.” I gasp, unable to hold back a small laugh. “Holy shit, my legs are still shaking.” 

His grin returns and he smiles to himself. This was by far the best moment on Pandora for him. 

I notice the tent in his crotch area and make it my mission to have him as fucked out as me. 

Steadily, I move over to him, straddling his waist again. His grin slowly fades when he watches my movements in a lust-drunk haze. His erection was becoming a little painful for Mansk but he would ignore it if you told him to. He would eat you out for hours if you asked and quite literally do basically anything for you right now. 

I settle on his waist and go to touch him but Mansk gently stops me. I lock eyes with him a wave of worry floods me when I see how hesitant he looks. Maybe I did something wrong or took it too far.

“Y/N?” he softly asks, his eyes looking sad. 

“Yes?” I answer, my voice hinting to worry. 

“I really like you…” he says, his voice quiet, barely above a whisper. I just listen, knowing there is more to come. 

“I really don’t want this to be just a one-time thing.”  Mansk adds. He was worried I was just using him to get off.

“Mansk, I want you. No one else… just you.” I say, watching his ears twitch and noting every little reaction. “If you want me too, this will definitely not be the only time we do this.” 

He seems a little relieved but not quite fully. 

“Do you feel the same way?” he asks, and I wonder for a few seconds. “I mean, romantically. Not just through attraction.” 

“Yes.” I whisper, letting my tail caress his leg. “Mansk, I think I love you.” 

His eyes light up at the words. He can’t believe it. 

“I love you more.” he whispers, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to mine. 

“Not possible.” I add, smiling. My heart is racing and I just want to litter kisses all over him. 

“Let me take care of you now.” I whisper, moving my face close to his. He exhales a shaky breath in response, his eyes not leaving mine. 

I press our lips together, unable to get enough of him. The taste of me is still lingering on his lips and something about it turns me on even more. 

I run my hand down the back of his head before feeling all over his toned torso. My kisses move from his lips to his jaw, before giving attention to the other side of his neck. His heavy breath is fanning against my shoulder and he buries his hot face in the crook of my neck. 

My hands slide down, tracing over his v-line and running along the waistband of his pants, making him shiver. 

Mansk lets his eyes flutter closed as he focuses on feeling my fingertips caress his skin and near the place he needs me so desperately. 

I tuck my fingertips below the waistband and move back slightly to look at him.

“Can I?” I ask, wanting to make sure he was okay with this. 

“Fuck yes.” he breathes out and his answer makes me smile. 

Slowly, I start to tug his pants down and he leans down on his arms which are on either side of him and lifts his hips up along with me on them. I pull the pants down and let them fall behind me, down his ankles where he kicks them off. 

Mansk sighs in relief as his dick is freed from its previous restraints. 

I don’t move, staring down between our bodies with parted lips and I feel my mouth start salivating. He was bigger than I would have ever imagined. I’m saying his dick stood up to almost the same height as my stomach. 

Mansk notices and his ears droop a little in embarrassment. Good embarrassment. His face was flushed again and he looked mesmerising. 

“Don’t be embarrassed, you’re such a beautiful boy.” I say, cupping his cheek and loving his shy reaction. My praise made his heartbeat speed up and it warmed his heart. 

The big stone-cold giant had found someone who brought his heart to life.

I reach down in between our bodies, tracing down his now bare abdomen before gently wrapping my hand around the base of his throbbing member. Mansk shudders at the contact, trying to contain his excitement.

I bite my lip, gently stroking him a few times just to test the waters. 

Mansk’s shoulders relaxed and his lips parted at the feeling, but his tail was going wild. 

I want to show him how much I love him so I start peppering kisses to his shoulder, collarbone and then chest. He sighs in pleasure, letting his head drop forwards again while I keep a slow pace.

I grip his bicep to hold myself against him, my head now resting on his shoulder as I slightly tighten my fist around him and speed up the pace just a tiny bit. 

Mansk presses his forehead into my neck, panting against my warm skin. I rub my thumb over his sensitive tip, which I now notice is leaking a few beads of precum and Mansk whimpers, closing his eyes again. 

Hearing him make that noise had my stomach twisting in excitement and made me feel needy all over again. 

I lean forwards, readjusting myself on his lap when my braid falls over my shoulder. Mansk saw it from the corner of his eye and lifted his head to look. We were both still getting used to our new bodies and that included handling a long piece of braided hair with a nerve cord in it. 

Seeing it seemed to spark the same idea in him as it did in me. We knew now how Na’vi connected themselves with Eywa and the creatures of Pandora. They used their queue. It was also roughly known that the same was done for mating between two Na’vi. 

Mansk looked up at me and I stared back, thinking about it for a while. 

I picked up the end of my braid, examining my hair and then Mansk slowly reached behind him and pulled his braid over his shoulder. 

My eyes shot to his one and we exchanged eye contact in silence for a few seconds. 

“Do you want to…?” Mansk asks, whispering this time. 

I smile. “Mhm.” 

“I’m not sure exactly how-” 

“It’s fine, I read the manual.”  I confirm, knowing most of the team just skipped through the files before we were reborn. The files informing us about our new bodies.

He smiles. Of course, I read it. 

I pinch the end of my queue, revealing the nerve strands that move around like tentacles, searching for a source to connect to. 

Mansk mirrors my movements, doing the same with his queue. We watch them for a few moments before he brings his closer to mine. 

I do the same and we watch as the strands find each other, entangling in one another and forming one strong cord which glows with white light. 

We lock eyes and our pupils subtract before blowing wide again as we feel electricity shoot through our bodies. The feeling is slightly overwhelming and it feels like we just gained new senses but I can now feel him and vice versa.

I hold on to him to steady myself and we both breathe through it before Mansk presses his lips to mine. I immediately kiss him back, feeling twice as turned on now. 

I shift my hips closer to him, wrapping my arms around his neck to hold him close to me. Mansk lets his hands roam my naked body, running them up and down my slightly arched back before attaching one to my breast. 

I purr against him, breaking the kiss and rubbing my cheek against his. I’ve never needed to be so close to someone before. 

He bucks his hips up, desperately needing to feel some friction or touch and I help him out.

My hand wraps around his shaft again while our formed tsaheylu strand hangs between us. 

Mansk inhales sharply and I lift myself up a little, to line him up with my now-aching pussy. 

He watches, holding his breath as I rub his tip between my folds, covering it in slick. His hands grip my hips, not pushing me down, but just needing to grab onto something. 

Slowly, I ease myself onto him, my hand grasping his shoulder as I close my eyes and focus. Mansk lets out a ragged breath, watching my movement with half-lidded eyes. 

I let myself sink down about halfway, taking a few deep breaths just to get used to his size. My body seemed to be extra sensitive and all my senses were activated. 

I move up, leaving just his tip inside me before sinking all the way down and bottoming out. Mansk is biting his lip to try and suppress his noises but a whine still leaves him. I gasp, leaning my weight on him. Already, I felt overstimulated. 

“You feel so good…” he whispers, his voice hinting to how needy he feels. 

“Fuck, sorry. Give me a minute.” I answer, feeling a little lightheaded. 

“Don’t fuckin’ apologise. I’d wait for hours if you need me to.” he breathily answers, pulling me against his chest and wrapping his hands around me. 

His answer goes straight to my heart and I want to fucking smother him in kisses. “God I love you so much.” I say, kissing him again. The kiss is sloppy because we’re both a little overwhelmed but it feels so good. 

After a few moments, I roll my hips making Mansk break the kiss and gasp slightly. I do it a few more times and watch him unfold before me. All tension and stress left his body and he let his head drop into the crook of my neck again. 

“Holy fuck-” he mumbles against my skin as I continue my movements. 

Then I lift myself up a little again, before lowering myself down. This time it felt more like a thrust because we were both covered in wetness and precum and I got used to his size which hit my cervix every time I bottomed out. 

Mansk hisses, his ears flattening back.

Soon, I managed to keep a regular pace and Mansk supported me by lifting my hips with me. One of his hands slid down my hips, gripping my ass before digging into the flesh between my thigh and ass. 

“So good.” I mumble, my eyes fluttering closed as I slowly get lost in the feeling. I notice Mansk’s pinned back ears perk up for a second before returning to their previous position. The man lives for praise. 

I try to speed it up a little but this whole situation has me overwhelmed and I’m still so sensitive from my last orgasm, my legs starts shaking and giving out. Mansk notices and helps me still my movements. 

“You okay?” he asks and I nod, breathing heavily. 

“Sorry, I-” 

I’m cut off by Mansk lifting me off of him and laying me down on his bed, while our queue’s stay connected. I stare up at him as he turns and climbs on top of me, smirking. Oh, this man was going to be the death of me. 

“No apologies.” he whispers, reminding me of his previous words. I gulp, my eyes not leaving his and I nod. 

“Let me help.” he whispers, his gruffy voice sounding a little hoarse. 

Mansk presses a soft kiss to my cheek, gently pushing my legs open before he lays his hips between them. 

He aligns himself with me again before slowly pushing all the way in. Both of us sigh in relief and then Mansk reaches for my hand. He interlocks our fingers before placing our intertwined hand next to my head and leaning against it. 

My eyes find his again and he looks at me for permission to move. I nod eagerly and almost instantly, Mansk pulls out and sets the same pace I had before. 

I feel a pressure build up in my stomach and I desperately need him to continue so I envelop him in my legs, wrapping them around his hips and pulling him in even further. 

“Fuck, yes. Just like that.” I moan, dropping my head back and gripping his shoulder with my free hand. 

His eyes widen and he feels almost feral when he hears those words. The fact that he is the one making you feel this good and no one else makes Mansk feel prideful. He was worried you were into Ja, or worse, maybe even Lyle. But all Mansk’s worries were gone because you were in his room, naked on his bed, whimpering and moaning his name while being bonded through tsaheylu with him. This is more than he would even ask for. 

“Don’t stop.” I whimpered and he nodded, completely under the spell of lust. 

“Yes ma’am.” he whispered and I smiled. It was cute the way he wanted my validation. I liked having such an effect so easily on such a huge man. After all, he was a marine too and followed orders. 

I felt my need grow in my core, making my pussy clench ever so slightly around Mansk with every thrust. 

The feeling had him over the moon. His eyes were fluttering closed every now and then, always flicking to your face to be met with the wonderful sight of your pleasure flushed expression. Not that he was doing better. Mansk had been down bad since you got here. 

“Y/N,” he whimpered, his head dropping down while he continued to role and rut his hips into me. “I’m close…”

“Me too, me too.” I whine, cupping his cheek in comfort while my nails slowly dug into the skin of his back. “It’s okay, keep going.” I add, needing to feel the release again. Mansk seemed desperate for it too. 

He sped up his pace just a little and now every thrust felt like pure heaven. His movements became a little sloppy now, indicating he really was close. 

“You’re doing so well.” I whine between clenched teeth and he moans in repsonse, slowly losing his mind. 

His eyes shoot to mine and I nod, pulling him closer by my arms and legs. Mansk deeply thrusts into me and I come undone. My eyes roll to the back of my head and my mouth drops open while my pussy clenches around him. Mansk thrives between my trembling legs and pushes himself as deep into me as possible before releasing his load. I moan his name over and over again as I feel my body shake and my vision black out for a few seconds. The warmth of his cum feels like heaven to me it makes me lock my legs around him. 

Heavy breathing and panting fill the room and I see Mansk’s arms tremble. I pull him down, letting him know it’s okay to lay on me and he follows my movements, gently lowering himself down onto me. 

I cradle his head while my other arm halfway wraps around his back. His face is once again buried in the crook of my neck and I press my cheek against his, absolutely thriving with the warmth of his body. 

Mansk wraps his arms under my waist, hugging me while still being buried deep inside me. 

We stay like that for a few minutes, regaining our breath and enjoying the other’s company and body. 

Our tsaheylu’s disconnected and fell apart which Mansk felt. He looked at them before meeting my gaze, the scene reminding him of something. 

“Please stay…” he whispers, while giving me the softest puppy eyes ever. I wasn’t going to say no, but now I definitely couldn’t. 

“Of course.” I smile, blinking through my teary eyes from the orgasm. “I don’t want to leave.” 

“You don’t ever have to.” he replies, smiling at me. I giggle, running my hand through the hair on his head before he kisses me again and carefully rolls off my body. Surprisingly, he manages to stay inside me and doesn’t pull out. 

He pulls me onto him this time, so we’re laying chest to chest and I look up at him while resting my chin on his torso. 

“Is it okay if we stay like this?” he asks me, rubbing his thumb against my cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I lean into his touch, adjusting myself to get comfortable. 

“Yes please.” I answer with a soft chuckle, not wanting to lose the feeling of him inside me. Somehow it was comforting and I’ve never felt better or safer in my life. Being in his arms was the safest place I could be. 

“I want to be close to you.” he says, nuzzling his face against the top of my head and I smile again. 

“I love you.” I blurt out, wanting to remind him of that because this is definitely the best thing that has happened to me in fucking ages. 

His ears perk forwards and the words and he smiles, letting them droop to the sides. 

“I’m so lucky to have you.” he says, squeezing me and making me laugh. 

We exchange a few more words before Mansk covers us both in his blanket and leans over to turn the light off. 

His arms stay wrapped around me and I fall asleep tracing the specks of light and the patterns in his skin.

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Saw that you were writing for re!! Can i request re4 leon with shy reader? Reader usually gets flustered over little things like remembering what they like and small compliments! Reader also likes to cling onto his arm even while cuddling!! (yk how buffed his arm is who wouldnt want to)

YES YES YES. oh my god ive never written for leon before but how about start with my good old fashioned favorite (and hopefully you guys like it too) random hcs & scenarios :)

yes, i know how buffed his arm is. i would gladly hold it, too.

please dont hate on me if hes not very canon LMFAOOO, like i said ive never written for him before so hopefully these are alright ahh!

once again, another request i could not WAIT to write😭

enjoy!! :))) make sure to take time for yourself today, you deserve it!

Leon Kennedy RE4 hcs & scenarios with a shy!reader!

warning(s): the usual nsfw that i put in these, yall know the drill

before you two even got together it took a LONG time for him to confess (lord almighty knows the reader wouldnt do it for this hot fucking man with the absolute godly DUMPTRUCK he was blessed with)

^^ because leon may be tough & a fighter, hes also cheesey as fucking hell. making the worst jokes, a tease, etc.

your shy reactions from his jokes made him think you didnt appreciate them, even though you just didnt know how to respond😭, that meant it took a while before he was actually like-

"... Uhm, we should go... get a steak together, yeah? Just you and me?"

^^while nervously sweating n shit cuz hes scared he'll freak you out because of how shy you are

surprisingly to him, though, of course you said yes! just... maybe not as smoothly as he hoped. his awkward ass just kinda saying "cool," while youre twiddling with your fingers and its just a little awkward silence that he tries to relieve with a little chuckle 😭😭😭

honestly, though, you two hit it off just fine when you finally got together!

Leon is a very busy man, though, so being with you 24/7 was out of the question- it was simply impossible :(

Especially if you two were living together, and he had to go on missions, you often felt very alone & sad. Days (most of the time, weeks) of distress, worry, & crying, wondering if Leon was okay and assuming the worst happened to him.

By the time he returns, though, you are wrapped around him like a magnet. You would give him such gentle care, often wrapping your arms around his arm, your fingers clinging onto his upper arm just like glue

^^especiallyyy when you two are in public. when you meet some of leon's friends, you often cowered shyly just behind him with your hands on his arm. He wasnt bothered by it, in fact, he LOVES it because it shows your trust & how comfortable you are around him, which took a very long time for him to gain :)

leon often compliments your eyes. omg.

^^ he would hold you cheek & tilt your face, examining your eyes with a gentle smile.

^^ "Pretty thing, you are. But you already know that, now, don't you, (Y/N)?"

guys guys i personally hc this but when you guys are in public and its super crowded areas he would lead and put his hand behind him, moving his fingers to catch your attention so you can hold his hand & he can lead you through the crowd sjhdjasdjk

^^I personally hate how overwhelming crowds can be, & Leon knows how shy and timid you can be. We love our sweet boy🫶

his favorite place to hold you while you two are kissing is the side of you neck baebhjafsbjsbjkj OR LIKE JUST UNDER YOUR JAWLINE YESSS YOU ALL KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!!!!!

also, when leon returns home after an incredibly exhausting mission, you are the first person he wants to see, no question about it. despite all the dangers and traumatic things he's seen on his missions, he trusts & loves you enough to feel safe in your arms.

he is a fucking DORK, makes the shittiest jokes and youve just learned to love them <3

his favorite cereal strikes me as either being frosted mini wheats or rice krispies? i could be wrong though tbh

THATS SO FUCKING RANDOM IM SORRY YOU GUYS LMFAO

speaking of food, he would spoil you ROTTEN with your favorites snacks, meals, drinks, anything you desire. and he'd remember every little detail about your favorite foods, least favorites, etc.

^^ OMG FLOWERS TO! he’s definitely a gift giver no doubt

i think he'd like your arms & tummy a lot though :) i can see him give so so so many little tummy kisses and shoulder kisses and wrist kisses and ahhHAHDHAH

you still get a little shy around him from his compliments & how much physical attention you get & he finds it adorable🥲

nsfw:

speaking of physical attention🌝

favorite sex position? fucking missionary. one hundred fucking percent.

god damn.

GOD DAMN.

especially with you two, its such a loving & trusting & pure relationship, it would be so intimate and ahahdjksahj

kissing through the. whole. thing.

also he'd be so sore & tired all the time from missions, he would get so flushed & feel so loved because you'd kiss the parts that hurt him & his scars & you would rub his muscles and djkasjbdasjdnkj

^^ as would he kiss your scars & any place you are insecure about <3

nah yall.... sex with him for the first time- HELP ME HE WOULD;

"Can I--, put... here... inside you, (Y/N), can I..."

STOP IT WOULD BE SO CUTE BUT SO FUNNY 😭😭

^^ in all seriousness though, it did take a few times for you two to be truly comfortable. At first it was very shy, but shit as time moved on? it was still intimate but FUCKING DAMN IT GOT HOTTER

when he has news he has to leave for a mission? he'd fuck you into oblivion until youre just sick & tired of sex (should i write a fanfic of that, somebody pls request it if so-)

hes such a dork, sometimes he makes sex so funny that it wouldnt even be uncomfortable or awkward, just straight up funny

sex would be pretty vanilla unless you asked otherwise. i think he'd take both of your hands and hold them above your head tho🌝🌝

^^you would get super nervous & embarrassed and your hands would try to cover yourself up, or cover your mouth or face from how hot you felt-- he fixed that RIGHT away and from then on he made sure he could hear all your pretty sounds

"Babe, you feel so, so fucking good... you keep your hands right up there, you hear me?"

^^ WHILE HES JUST DESTROYING YOU AND FUCK

yes, i did say it would be intimate. but did i ever say it wouldnt be rough? absolutely not.

^^bed shaking, the LOUDEST fucking noises coming from both of you guys because i just KNOW this man hits all the good fucking spots.

i say fuck a lot but thats just cuz i want leon to fu-

anyways.

[reallyromealone]

9 n 22 with smiley where reader is a merman(mermaid??) but got lost from his family after he chased away a predator and accidentally ended up on the coast of a beach. smiley loves the beach so he sneaks out almost every night and this night he finds reader. they become friends after their first meeting and smiley goes back to the beach every night from there

possibly becoming lovers?

Prompts

22: mermaids

9: sneaking out on a summer night

I got a little carried away lol

Event

Masterlist

(name) shook as he looked around at his surroundings, he couldn't figure out where he was in the slightest as he called for his family to no response, he had just escaped a shark mer and was disoriented.

Poking his head above water he realized he had no clue where he was, he was by land? He wasn't by land before.

The sun was setting as he looked at the people walking through the town behind the safety of a rock, he never really seen Humans before so he was very curious. Slowly the town died down and seemingly everyone went to their boxes-- (name) wasn't sure what they were called-- and the mer decided to get a closer look, going to the shore and resting on some rocks closer as he took in the lights along the rock paths.

(Name) noticed a young man on one of the wooden docks and smelt the air, whatever he had smelt really good.

(Name) quietly swam over and poked his head up, curious at the man with pink hair and the good smelling food, seeing one half of his food sitting beside him and sneakily reaching for the food and grabbing it quickly before hiding under the dock.

Work was stressful for Nahoya, the man rarely got time for himself and when the moon was high he liked to sit on the dock and eat food in silence.

Not have his food stolen by something.

"What the shit..." He grumbled before looking under the dock to see a scared man who was pretty handsome all things considered "oi! Why ya stealin' my shit!" He barked and noticed how frightened he was "shit... Come here I won't hurt ya"

(Name tentatively swam over and Nahoya moved so he could hop up and sit beside him, his massive tail stretched out "fuck you're a mermaid.." Nahoya said shocked and (name) tilted his head as he held the soggy sandwich "fuck that's gross... Here I have an extra" Nahoya said handing him a not soggy sandwich and (name) looked at it curiously before biting it and making a Trilling sound of joy "pretty fucking good right? Aren't mermaids usually out in deeper waters?"

(Name) looked a little confused at his words and Nahoya realized he probably only spoke the mer language, that didn't stop him from talking through.

The next day Nahoya went to the library, looking for books on mer folk "you guys got like a fuckin mermaid to English dictionary?"

"We have a few yes" the librarian said pulling out a few copies "Ill buy one off ya"

That night Nahoya came back with two servings of food and (name) poked his head out "ok let's see..." Nahoya grumbled with the book and began speaking in very broken mer "hello... I am Nahoya" his accent making the words sound funny but (name) clearly perked up "Nahoya" he said back and smiled "(name)" he said pointing to himself.

"Now where getting somewhere" Nahoya grinned and (name) looked fascinated by the human, happy to interact with someone, the two spoke the entire night till Nahoya had to go to bed, (name) looking sad but nodding.

This became their nightly routine, the two talking away and both slowly learning their languages and (name) growing very attached to his human.

(Name) began giving Nahoya gifts, shiny things and fish.

This confused the man who didn't know what to do "what's this for?"

"Mate" (name) said simply as he pointed to the elder twin who opened his eyes in shock "I'm your...mate?"

"Yesss"

"Alright then" the following day Nahoya learned what that meant and it was basically being married for merfolk, they didn't have boyfriends or girlfriends or dating, it was mating for life.

And Nahoya was glad he felt the same.

"I found this at the market, apparently its that mer jewelry.." (name) recogized it, his people made special necklaces and such so they could walk on land, thankfully he was sitting on the dock as he put it on, butt naked as he touched his legs "huuuman" he grinned and looked at Nahoya "we stay?"

"Now ya can join me past the dock" Nahoya joked and (name) looked excited and tried to stand only to fall, thankfully caught by Nahoya "we better get you clothes..." He said taking off his jacket and covering (name).

This relationship would strengthen relationships between humans and merfolk when (name)s tribe eventually found him again and set up in the coast.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

More replies about recent stuff, ships, antis, etc etc, business as usual~ there are a couple (literally) of headcanons in this post too!

Anonymous asked:

I’m going to assume that the recent Lilidia comic is before they know that they’re online buddies and that Idia was the one who sent the shirt?

This one is related to a comic we posted on ko-fi today <3

And yes, Anon, you are correct! That was the idea behind the comic hehe. They were meant to meet offline for the first time this evening but they yet need some time to realise they’re looking for each other lol

Alright, now a couple of asks about the RookVil post from yesterday. I am very happy that you liked that one.

Anonymous asked:

“Distracted”…you mean by Niege?

By Vil in her beautiful dress of course  

Anonymous asked:

ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH YOUR FEM ROOK AND VIL DEAR! OH THEY BRING ME SO MUCH JOY! THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL!~

Sorry for the caps but thank you hahaha it gave me energy

Also I was reading some of the asks and I just wanna say those Ortho/Malleus sounds so good! Shoutout to that guy and sorry for using this ask about it 🤭

Thank you so much, Anon!! <3 They bring me joy too, it always feels very self-indulgent when I draw them, especially as girls lol

Yesss this is such a good ship. Shoutout to the OruMal person! I’m glad they’re getting appreciation for their big brains…

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Fem Vil is DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN Mummy -sorry mummy- sorry –

Fem Vil is always either mummy or just a mum… well, technically this also applies to regular Vil lol Also, technically, she (and he) is a step-mummy or a step-mum...

I’m glad you liked it! <3

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Ortho x Malleus... Hmmm...you know I might get on that train, it's actually pretty cute the more I think about it and I'm just imagining a double date with Idia and Lilia and Ortho and Malleus, maybe even a triple date if we add Sebek and Silver

Ahhh, Ortho/Malleus and Lilia/Idia would be a very fun combo!! Sebek and Silver too… Sebek would get way too distracted by Malleus being with Ortho though, things would probably get a bit messy lol

Anonymous asked:

"Slenderman is scared to see Rook when he turns around" Rook truly is the most horrifying horror monster of all time lol.  The non-human students would survive a horror setting simply because nothing compares to being hunted by Rook.

And sorry if you already answered this, but in your Prison au how do you decide who's a guard and who's a prisoner?

(this one is related to this post)

You’re SO RIGHT ANON LOL If they survived being around Rook for 3 years, they won’t be scared of anything. This is what a little bit of Rook Hunt does to a collective. Influencing people in a good way by being an absolute creep…

And to answer your question, the roles are pretty flexible: Katsu mentioned in this reply that they could be either one (both would work for a lot of them really), but some characters just feel more suitable for one role and not the other I guess? Plus, it implies their relationship with the characters around them. So, whatever option sounds more fun and could lead to a more interesting scenario.

Anonymous asked:

I know you mentioned in a previous reply that you don’t ship Jack/Epel often, but I would still love to hear any few headcannons you might have about them. I have one where Jack goes to Vil for advice on how to approach Epel in a romantic fashion since Jack would have a secret crush on him. Meanwhile Rook is probably giving very detailed advice to Epel (who also has a secret crush on Jack) on how to “properly tame your partner” and Epel just gets super confused and embarrassed

Sorry for the late reply, Anon!

Oh god I can practically hear Vil’s “ara?” when Jack goes to him for advice… What an experience for him, considering how close he is with both Jack and Epel, to suddenly have these two show some interest in each other lol

And it makes sense that Epel would go to Rook for that, and not really because of his hunter thing, but he is absolutely going to end up listening to a lecture about taming and recognising the signs of courtship behaviour… this isn’t even remotely going the way Epel thought it would…

I still don’t have many thoughts about them, unfortunately. But here is a couple of things that come to mind as I’m thinking about these two right now…

When their club activities don’t happen at the same time, they visit each other. Sometimes just to wait until the other one is done, sometimes to cheer a little (just a little though), sometimes just to hang out. But Jack tries not to do that often because Epel gets very distracted when he is around + his senpais tease him a lot.

Epel doesn’t always like how caring and sweet Jack is, sometimes it feels to him like he is being babied by him, but he does know that Jack has a wilder side (Vil hinted on it once because he knew Epel would feel that way), so now Epel tries to poke the wolf bear (that is Jack) from time to time to see if he would react.

Anonymous asked:

Idia, probably: What in the fifty shades of moe is this?

(this one is related to this comic)

Yeah, he had no idea stuff like this could happen to him…

Anonymous asked:

Had an encounter with an anti on a different app; their argument was that shotacons are creepy and how they talk about little boys are creepy.  Good ole' Google tells me shotacon does not apply to TWST so Idk why they brought it up.  And the only little boys are Cheka and Gidel.  If they were genuinely referring to the main cast as little boys, maybe it's just me, but calling high schoolers that is weird.  I didn't handle the encounter well, but thinking back it feels like they had no clue what they were saying.  Their argument was about something completely different and had nothing to do with TWST if they even know what it is.  The logic ain't logic-ing with these folks.

Yeah, technically there are no shotas other than Cheka and Gidel in TWST, but some could also count Ortho or even Lilia (Ace commented on him looking much younger than a 16 y.o., which all those people fucking ignore, as you might’ve noticed, because they’re hypocrites) and Epel, because while they aren’t of the needed age category, they’re rather small. And with Ortho people love to talk about how he is a 5 y.o., which is a lie lol

You are right that they don’t really know what they’re talking about. They never do, because the point of the conversation isn’t to make an argument and have a proper discussion, it’s to make the opponent sound so wrong, so appalling, so sick, that they come out of this thing feeling like the only beacon of moral excellence surrounded by gross perverts with zero self-control. When in fact they’re just uneducated enjoyers of spreading moral panic + emotional vampires lol

The thing is, shota and all the other “dead dove tropes” is a niche within a niche. People in general don’t understand shipping and our way of interacting with fiction, and even fewer people understand problematic tropes. It’s okay, it’s not for everyone. But it sure is a convenient reason to attack people!

[saerins]

I KNEW I WASN’T DELULU FOR THE ANGST OF LA LA LAND WITH SAE, IT JUST SCREAMS HIS NAME‼️‼️‼️ (i’m the annonie who sent it) like, Sae’s goal about becoming the best at soccer it’s too high to follow his tracks, and even though y/n or his partner it’s not going for something simple like an university career (like being model or something) it’s too difficult to follow him. ( in the musical Sebastian it’s a musician and Mia is trying to become an actress) Sae would be like Sebastian, trying to support his partner😭 but his soccer schedule would be so tight that it becomes an issue in their relationship soon or late. At the end, they would be like the “I’ll always love you” quote‼️and they probably meet in the future when they already succeed with their goals and achievements but maybe it is too late (or nah❔) to get back together, because y/n (or Sae’s partner) would be like Mia, who already found her new partner but they NEVER forgot each other.

It would be like “You think we are together in another universe?”- y/n (Sae’s partner) and “Why not in this one?” -Sae (yeah, TV girl colors bc angst 🙈) and i like to think about Sae with that quote bc he’s so…careless? And I think he would get annoyed and frustrated bc why the hell it can’t work if you two love each other!?!)2-&:@-!! He just doesn’t find it fair.

I don’t think it is like “Right person wrong time” because it was ACTUALLY right time, they supported each other but they were just not meant to be.

That’s all I’m too delulu😭😭😭- Angsty annon💗

yesss for sure !! i do feel like there’s bound to be some unhappiness because of how busy sae is, especially if they’re at different phases of their careers. if sae’s has already taken of and yn is still struggling, sometimes she’s gonna need him by her side or at least have the time to listen and talk and have that kinda intimacy and he’s either going to be too busy or too tired and yn will just feel bad if she forces it and their relationship is just gonna slowly dwindle sighhh

it’s the kind of love where they’ll always be special to each other because it just didn’t work out, not that they didn’t want it to. :/ the kind of people where yn and sae’s other halves will be jealous of and yet (if they’re good people) will let be because they understand that it just doesn’t and never will work out.

omg speaking about the right/wrong time i always have mixed notions about whether or not the right person will always be timeless. i will only ever be sure of the fact that sae is the right person. :’)

[cyborg-franky]

Ask sfw event

Hi Franky, can I please have a date with Hongo? I'd like an afternoon date and we are in a new relationship.

Thank you and have a nice day 😊

yesss <3

[DATES CLOSED FOR NOW]

Hongo was a casual guy, he didn’t like to plan too far ahead or put too much thought into plans. He just liked to have a good time and you were both still getting to know one another so he tried not to put too much pressure on things, on himself, on you.

You’d gotten a message about where to meet him and you stood outside the large building. It looked like a bar, the front was covered in ivy, and string lights dangled across the front of it. You were thankful for the nice summer evening air.

The night was still young, the sky a beautiful inky blue. You looked at your phone, it was getting dangerously close to the time you were meant to meet, and still no sign of Hongo. He thankfully appeared around the corner. 

Dark jeans, nice shoes, and a striped dress shirt open enough to show off his chest. His hair in a little manbun that you like to playfully tease him about. He greeted you with an arm around your waist and a kiss on your cheek.

“I thought I was gunna be late for a sec.. Anyway, I thought we could grab dinner here and a few drinks?” He said with a chuckle and you nodded.

The inside of the bar was, loud, louder than you’d have liked but he carried on leading you through the crowded building, out the back to a lovely garden. Big trees, picnic tables, and grass There were much fewer people in the outside area.

It was well-lit, more string lights and lanterns on the tables. He grabbed a blanket from the stack that was offered to customers when it got a little chilly outside. Sitting down at the table he gave you a smile and draped the blanket over you, kissing the side of your head.

This was maybe your third date and the relationship was so new but you had a good feeling about this. The night was full of food, drinks, and conversation. Getting to know one another even more that lovely summer night.

[kat-anni]

I'm not even sure which of you 26 WIPs (wow?!) to pick, but these two stood out to me - can I get two? *puppy dog eyes* "Way down we go" sounds very interesting and kinda dark so I'm intriguied. And the Merlin one - "Meeting you again" - because yes, I went down that rabbit hole recently. xD Would love to know more about those or get a short scene! Whatever you feel like sharing. ^^

Concerning this post

YESSS I am always willing to share hehe you may ask two!

Way down we go

This one's a fic about torture! ☺Wei Wuxian manages to diverge Wen Ning's arm in the last second and Jin Zixuan gets 'only' very badly hurt, not murdered. The Jin try to get the seal away from him.

Snippet!

"A-Li is...is waiting for you-," Jin Zixuan’s eyes were filled with intention, determination. ‘A-Li’, huh? The endearment barely registered under the panic spreading in Wei Wuxian’s mind. "Shhh, it's okay. I...shit. I can't help you. You have a strong core, right? Try to...try to direct everything to where the pain is. You over there!" He yelled to the remaining Jin and Lan soldiers, specifically a rather young looking Lan. -Wait, was he not wearing a headband? - Wei Wuxian just hoped that even if they partook in whatever this ambush was, they would still care about their rules and help someone in mortal danger instead of focusing on killing him -or whatever they had come here for, "come here and give him some energy!" He could see the question of 'why don't you do it' on several of their faces, but mostly they looked like they did not dare come closer while he was still there and Wen Ning was struggling against the smoky black bonds holding him down.  Okay, yeah, fair, he thought.

Meeting you again

This *cough* is a MerGana fic x'D. I know I'm probably in a very small minority with this ship but I just find their magical push and pull hate-love bond very interesting. In this fic we jump to modern day and Arthur returns. Due to #circumstances, all the other characters from before Arthur's death are also alive again. So we meet Morgan, her best friend Jenny (Gwen), etc. Merlin is of course the only immortal one and the only one with the memory of everything in between...

Snippet!

That was the moment the guy turned around. From the sudden movement, Morgan automatically looked up. His gaze flew over to them and both black haired adults froze on the spot. Recognition flashed in the man's eyes, then -she could have imagined it- something like panic. But he was able to overcome it very quickly. A smile spread across his face and he went over to them. Morgan couldn't stop staring. This couldn't be real. Was this what Jen meant? Why he would be interesting? Those piercing blue eyes, full of things she couldn't put her finger on. Those ears, standing away from the head oddly but looking strangely attractive, not ugly. And his full lips, forming that smile. “Hey, my name's Merlin. Nice to meet you.” It was the exact same man. It was Merlin, the one she so often dreamed about.

Thanks for asking!! You got me to edit these a lil bit hehe. Esp the Merlin one is SO OLD. I kinda have the urge to just rewrite them again T_T but noo I shan't x)

[somethingsupwithdrac]

24th May Huzzah! A message! From our dear Lucy! You know what that means, Tumblr Book Club friends? IT’S TIME TO MEET THE LUCY WESTENRA BOYFRIEND CLUB YESSS

Today we have an opening from Lucy thanking Mina for her letter and spilling the tea about her THREE suitors!

LOL “Don’t tell the girls, you know they’ll be babies about it because I have a whole squad of eligible men begging for my hand in marriage and they don’t. Vanity, amirite?”

Again with the secrets, Lucy. “Don’t  tell anybody but Jon, because I know you’re going to, I would totally spill the beans to Arthur if our positions were reversed, but I have a BOYFRIEND CLUB and I need to tell you ALL ABOUT THEM”

First we have Jack Seward, Asylum Guy and OG podcaster, who is is strong of jaw and good of forehead. So much for that “oh he’d be perfect for you if not for that pesky fiance, lol" thing. I know that “cool" here refers to being calm and in control of oneself, but it’s much funnier if I take that to mean “OMG, Mina, this man is the biggest most awkward dork of a man, he almost sat on his hat and then sat there fiddling with a lancet like a weirdo until I wanted to scream, lmao"

Awkward boyfriend pitch time! “I love u and I swear I will make you so happy, I will be so sad if u do not love me back dear Lucy.” (I make fun of this because to modern eyes it’s a wee bit niceguy, but I know that it’s meant to be sincere, and it’s all honestly kind of sad.) And then poor conflicted Lucy having to reject him and the very noble “I want you to be happy and if all I can have is your friendship, I will be the best friend I can” speech, which, honestly? Sweet as hell, you get a point, Mr. Seward. (Which is perhaps the only point I am willing to award you for anything in this novel.)

This whole thing with Lucy having a good cry over having to hurt him by rejecting him is actually pretty sad and I just want the Lucy Westenra Boyfriend Club to pull itself together already. Later, though.

And  now, introducing suitor number two, MISTER QUINCEY P. MORRIS, AMERICAN COWBOY FROM TEXAS. He absolutely definitely speaks like a real authentic Texan and Bram Stoker absolutely definitely had spoken to Americans before writing this man’s character. (I snark, but only because I love Quincey as a character.) Quincey is an absolute gem of a man who knows how to sweet talk a girl and is 100% the guy this was made for:

He is young and fresh faced and charming, and ALSO knows how to take rejection gracefully, which puts him miles above at least 75% of modern dude characters. Lucy is like, “alas, my totally hot and very eligible American suitor, as I told Mr. Seward, I am in love with Arthur already” with genuine regret, and poor sweet Quincey is just

‘I understand little darlin’, I love you and want the best for you and we can still be friends, because friendship is valuable too.’ You also get a point, Mr. Morris. YEEHAW.

And then he joins Lucy’s Boyfriend Club with Arthur and Jack because Lucy Westenra (I keep typing Lucky, lol) is a damn smart woman and she is going to have all the boyfriends she wants.

Last, of course, is Arthur, who is...Arthur. Curly of hair and kind of heart, already engaged, betrothed, and affianced to our dear Lucy. Does this make him president of the Boyfriend Club? IDK, maybe?

“Why can’t they let a girl marry three men, or as many as want her, and save all this trouble?”

YOU DON’T NEED MARRIAGE, GIRL, YOU JUST GO FORM THAT POLYCULE AND GET ALL OF THOSE VERY HANDSOME AND ELIGIBLE MEN.

(Sidenote: I love ‘I know what I would do...no I don’t’ and ‘A man always finds a girl alone...no he doesn’t’. It’s such stream of consciousness writing and I love that about Lucy.)

I cannot WAIT to see our friend Mina’s response to this. I know I am absolutely bursting to hear more about the Boyfriend Club.

(Sidenote number two: JFC, talk about mood whiplash. We go from Jonathan being in several flavours of mortal peril with a definite end date for his life to Mina and Lucy having a grand time talking about Boyfriend Club. It’s jarring, and it’s meant to be, and also, I think, necessary for keeping the tension up.)

[invisiblegarters]

Be My Favorite Ep 11

Last Week: Pear was too decent for anyone in this show, Kwan finally figured out Not is the worst, Kawi and Pisaeng did the do.

This week: my frustration with tumblr is reaching a boiling point, I don't know why I'm even bothering with this when literally no one will even see it. But I truck on because at this point it's habit.

Joy.

Oh interesting, parent meeting about the kiddos. I wonder sometimes if the reason that PIsaeng and Pear were getting married in an alt timeline (at least one of them) is because of these two, but at least in the current one they both seem fairly willing to let their kids be.

And once again, Pear is way nicer than I would be. Mom was selfish. The end. I do get feeling trapped by a life you don't want, but did she not make the decision to be married and have a child? And then she made that child suffer so that she could go off and achieve her dreams, and then had the gall to thank her, to not apologize or appear to feel any remorse for just exiting her life.

But.

But it's probably better for Pear in the long run if she can let go of the bitterness. So for her sake, I'm glad.

Kwan just delete those pics and move on, babe. Not's not worth all this.

So I guess they were going for nerves last week. Clumsily done. So tired of the blushing maiden thing in general, honestly. Can we please retire it forever along with the crazy ex faen trope? Can we please, please, please stop sending the message that one person in the relationship has to be shy and reserved and scared of sex while the other pushes them forward? It's so fucking detrimental, and it just feeds into this idea that to be a "good" girl (or the bottom in BL, because it's always the bottom isn't it? sigh) you can't actually desire sex, can't want it, or you can want it but you also have to pretend not to because good girls don't (but I do). And I'm so so tired of it. SO tired. People have enough hang ups about sex all on their own without media reinforcing this bullshit.

Last week I said that I would hesitantly trust this show with an asexual storyline. I want to take that back now. My trust is revoked, you couldn't handle it properly, show. There's literally nothing wrong with being hesitant about sleeping with someone for the first time (or not wanting to sleep with anyone at all), but there's a way to do it and this show...did not.

Well that theory that the old man is future!Kawi is certainly looking more correct. How else would he know to show up and scold him.

I know how you can get rich, Kawi. Be Pisaeng's sugar baby.

Okay sir, hush your face about in-depth analysis. I am feeling very called out right now.

Yesss thank you dude. It's like with dad. Kawi couldn't prevent his death because he was always going to go. Dad's death is a fixed point. But what Kawi could do - what he finally did do - was fix his relationship with him. He opened up, he told his dad he loves him, he did the work.

Alrighty so we're flashbacking through the rest of college now? This is weird, especially after going through everything else so slowly (if they fast fowarded through a Not redemption I will throw the most massive fit (and for once be glad for this stupid shadowban, since then no one will see the massive tantrum)). If you've done all you meant to why are you not going back to the future (heh) Kawi?

Why is he still asking this question?

And now we're montaging through living together. This ep is turning into the Oprah of montages - and you get a montage! And you get a montage. This makes me more certain than ever that Pisaeng has been doing his own time traveling. The domesticity is cute though.

Pear and Kwan arrived to Christmas together! Still shipping it even though I know it won't come true. Sigh. At least Not isn't at the table. For a hot second I thought he was, that Pear was hugging him, and I almost lost it. But nope, it was Kawi lol. I was about to throw down with this show.

Do NOT test me show I am not in the mood.

Fifteenth time's the charm, eh, Pearmei? Granted it's not like you know that since you don't remember all the timelines, but still.

Me the second I see Pisaeng pulling out those pills: are they gonna kill him off? Would they do that?

Why is this where my brain goes? I mean, it was instant. Just, BOOM are they killing Pisaeng.

Ah, the good old wipe them down when they're sick trope. Good times.

"Do you think I'll die?" Pffft, me and Pisaeng are on the same wavelength. But also maybe don't tease Kawi like that the dude has several issues around his loved ones dying okay. Don't make him pull out that music box, Pisaeng.

HAHAHA is that the first grey hair oh noooo! Fun fact: my sis found her first one when she was like 22. She was not best pleased.

Oh no all this joking about Pisaeng dying but is it going to be Kawi instead? And why do I keep expecting death? People get ill, self.

Ugh, yes, the harsh realities of having no rights regarding the partner you've lived with for years - rights that would be given by default to a straight couple. God I hate it, but I'm happy to see this drum being banged. Because it should be.

Poor Pisaeng. So maybe he didn't travel in time before, but he sure as hell is going to now, because I think Kawi is actually going to die. Or Pisaeng is going to be so terrified of it happening that he can't help himself. But to change it or to make sure it never happens by cutting himself off from Kawi before it can? And then staying in the closet, going abroad, marrying Pear?

Because I truly think that he'd lock them all into a shitty future just to save Kawi's life.

Well at least he tells Kawi what happened.

Have to say, the end part saved this ep for me. I don't know if it's just that I'm already kind of pissed off (thanks tumblr!) or if this ep just started off rough, but I was not feeling it at the beginning. I really want to like this show all the way through. Please don't screw it up in the final hour. Please.

[llorando-en-el-cielo]

doing the TC challenge bc i feel i haven’t really introduced my TC :))

1. describe your tc's physical appearance.

~ roughly 5’0, blonde hair with brown roots, wears glasses , has blue eyes and thin lips

2. what was the first thing you've ever said to your tc?

~ i was lost on the first day because i read my timetable wrong so she gave me directions

3. is your tc single or taken? or are you unsure? and are you single or taken?

~ married for 26 years but it’s okay i can fix her, i’m very single

4. is your tc more of the athletic type, the nerdy type or the artsy type?

~ mix of nerdy and artsy, very appreciative of culture, arts and literature, whilst also very interested in etymology and grammar.

5. if you and your to were in high school together, do you think you'd be friends?

~yesss we’re the only people at the school who like her subject so i think we’d have that in common, plus we have a very similar set of interests and want the same things in life sooo!!

6. name one song that reminds you of your tc and explain why that song reminds you of them.

~ Reel Around the Fountain - The Smiths

“It's time the tale were told, Of how you took a child, And you made him old”

“I dreamt about you last night, And I fell out of bed twice, You can pin and mount me like a butterfly. But, "Take me to the haven of your bed" Was something that you never said”

“Oh, people see no worth in you, Oh, but I do”

7. is your tc fashionable or are they more of the simple type? what is one outfit you'd love to see them wear?

~ very simple, just blazers and trousers with the occasional scarf (suits her so well tho, im weak in the knees fr), i’ve seen pictures of her in jeans tho and i’d sell my soul to see that irl

8. would you be willing to become a teacher and teach your tc's subject if it meant you two could be together?

literally what i want to do in the future

9 . does your tc drink or smoke?

~ she drinks but hates smoking and vaping

10. name one item that is always on your tc's desk.

~ idk man that thing is a mess, but she has like unnecessarily big post it notes that she loves sm??

11. has your to ever done anything that has either thrown you off, annoyed you, angered you or bothered you in any way? if so, what did they do?

~ deadnamed me 💀 but she apologised and now we’re bffs so it’s okay

12. does your tc have any past jobs that you know of, before becoming a teacher?

~ waitressing apparently?? but i think that’s just when she was at uni, she’s always been a teacher

13. does your tc have kids or siblings? if so, how many:

~ 3 siblings and 2 children

14. are you taking your tc's class next year?

~ thankfully yes, but it’s my last year with her im gonna be so sad :((

15. has your tc ever met your parents? if you were there, what was the meeting like?

~ yes several times, they’re all very kind to each other but sometimes i complain to her abt my parents so idk how she actually feels abt them lol

16. has your tc ever given you detention? if so, what was it like?

~ never i’m a child of god

17. has your tc ever failed you? if so, how did you react? if not, how would you react?

~ no , i revise her subject for hours a week so i’d be so pissed if i ever did

18. what are your tc's hobbies/interests? are they similar to yours?

~ we have similar interests bc we both like her subject and i’m pretty sure she enjoys photography. i think that she used to knit bc we always talk about that but idk if she still does

19. have you ever spoken on the phone with your tc? what did you talk about?

~ once but before i was attached to her, it was during lockdown and she wanted to tell me how much she liked my work

20. if you had your tc's class during quarantine, what were your zoom calls like? if not, have you spoken to your tc since quarantine?

~ i don’t really remember but i’d love to sit on call with her now LMAO

21. if you had the chance to go anywhere in the world with your tc, where would you go? what would you do?

~ i’d take her to the sagrada familia bc she loves it (and you can get married there)

22. does your tc have any nicknames for you?

~ no but she thoroughly enjoys seeing me in the corridor and just shouting HUMAN at me

23. have you ever cried in front of your tc? why? how did they react?

~ many times, but she’s very sweet and just lets me sit and process whatever is going on, or tries to distract me as much as possible, and it’s against guidelines to touch me but she said she wished she could give me a big hug sooo

24. have you ever walked/drove to/from school with your tc?

~ noo we live on opposite ends of our town :((

25. do you know which teachers your tc is friends with at school? if so, do you like those teachers?

~ i’ve never really spoken to them much but they all seem quite sweet and i can see why she gets along with them

26. why does your tc's voice sound like?

~ AREEGEJEHDHSJSJDJXJJSSJJS THE BEST NOISE EVER JFJDJHEHDKDJDJDDJ ASMR ISTG

27. do you like your tc as a teacher? are they a good teacher?

~ yes, very, a little disorganised but she has the spirit!!

28. does your tc prefer books, shows or movies?

~ she used to read a lot but idk if she still does, but i think she prefers movies to shows

29. is your tc stern or easy going, in class?

~ very strict, avid rule follower but she’s very sweet as long as you respect her wishes and it annoys me that people get so pissy with her about it?? just listen to her?????

30. how would you describe you and your tc's relationship?

~ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, i hope she likes me and i do think she does and she always seems quite happy to talk to me?

31. do you address your tc by their first or last name?

~ last name, it feels weird to call her by her first name

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

eyy, same on the bi viktor hc and shipping helen and vik 🤝

i spef hc viktor as having not figured out being bi yet, as of current canon, but after taking time to settle into realizing he’s trans he realizes his feelings towards dudes isn’t just gender envy and he’s like holy shit, and has a bit of a crisis. spef hc that sexuality crisis occurs between the end of s3 and the probably inevitable s4 timeskip we’ll have thx to elliot’s voice being deeper during filming. the vik realizing he’s bi is probably be more then a bit complicated thx to his trauma w leonard 😔😔

imo 1) s1 viktor defo had a bit of a crush on helen 2) people take helen’s words way more harsh then they were actually meant, like i think she was probably a bit frustrated, bc viktor had been in third chair for years and the being late thing seemed like a somewhat regular occurrence, but while she’s a bit frustrated, she said the stuff she did outta tough love type thing/she)s one of those people who believes that being blunt helps people more often then not

all this partially just to say i think viktor and helen as a rivals to lover’s relationship would probably be more rivalry on viktor’s part then helen’s. there’d be mutual rivalryship, yes, but viktor would care about the rivalry a lot more then helen would which i think is absolutely hillarious

i like imagining and hoping (tho it’s obv unlikely) that viktor meets helen again in s4, bc they’re just cute

Okay yesss to all of this!! I doubt Viktor’s gonna meet Helen again in S4 but I REALLY WANT HIM TO bc it could show just how much he’s grown from S1. I feel like Helen was trying to give an honest critique ngl - we KNOW Viktor had been trying for other positions than third chair, so imo she was trying to give some honest advice that just came off as kinda rude.

So Viktor meeting her again and having that passion she said he lacked now that he’s off his pills would be so cool imo!!

Lmao yeah, I meant ‘enemies to lovers’ in the ‘got off on the wrong foot, single sided rivalry, oh shit they’re hot’ kind of way. I could absolutely see Viktor having a single sided rivalry with Helen - hey, Luther and Diego got a rivalry so now it’s his turn!

...And if that eventually turns into a romantic violin contest that ends w them leaning into each other and staring into each other’s eyes, who’s gonna tell?

I also 100% agree w you that he hasn’t figured out he’s bi yet. I feel like what happened with Leonard would make him a bit anxious to date men for a while tbh, so it would be difficult for him to figure it out. I really hope we can see canon bi Viktor in S4 (but then that’s what I said about bi Diego in S3 so ahaha), and I hope they like... actually address the trauma that leonard caused?? Bc it feels like they kinda ignored that for the past two seasons.

[quillsink]

hihi so i'm trying to get into mcr. what are your must-listen recommendations? (/np btw ^_^)

YES YES YESSS S I LOVE RAMBLING AB MCR’S MUSIC TY FOR THIS ASK JUNO!!!

aaaagh that’s a hard one!! uh. their entire discography?? 😭 okay hold on lemme open spotify one sec!! sjdjfjg this is so hard to choose i love all their music 😭

under current bc i kinda went overboard 😭 

I BROUGHT YOU MY BULLETS, YOU BROUGHT ME YOUR LOVE <— album

my fav album honestly. it’s, amazing it’s such a good portrayal of depression and desperation and survival and just get through just keep going. and fucked relationships and doomed love and the way it always ends terribly, no matter what. 

vampires will never hurt you my GOD this FUCKING song. it’s about love really. its about survival. it’s about take my hand and let’s run far away. so much of mcr’s music is about that, just defiance and survival and we’ll come out of this bloodied and dying but we’ll survive. and you must keep your soul like a secret in your throat…

our lady of sorrows same as the last one. a lot of songs from bullets r just about survival. bullets is survival revenge is grief. anyways i love this because of again its defiance, its energy its atmosphere of everything’s falling apart but take my hand. they’re out to get us we’re going to die but take my hand. take my fucking hand and never be afraid again…..oh how wrong we were to think that immortality meant never dying…

skylines and turnstiles god i can’t even begin to describe it it’s just fucking amazing. i listened to it for two hours on loop once. it’s just. you just gotta listen to it. it really captures that feeling of destruction of witnessing something you shouldn’t have of it changing you irreversibly of horror and shock and holy fuck, how will i recover? and of…warmth, not-so-loneliness. you’re not in this alone. and after seeing what we saw, can we still reclaim our innocence?

early sunsets over monroeville this is fucking amazing. absolutely fuckin heart wrenching and tear worthy is it amazing. idk much about mcr really but from what i can gather it’s like there’s a zombie apocalypse in this song right and these two lovers, one of them is infected, so the other has to kill them for the sake of survival. its an amazing portrayal of doomed love and depression. and there’s no room in this hell, there’s no room in the next. but does anyone notice? but does anyone care? and if i had the guts to put this to your head but does anything matter if you’re already dead? and should i be shocked now? your eyes vacant and stained? but there’s no changing nothing as your body remains and by saying you loved me, made things harder at best……

demolition lovers this was i think the third mcr song i really got into and was like the snowball rolling down the hill of me getting into mcr. it’s just. fucking. amazing. we’re doomed. i’m sorry for how i hurt you, i don’t know if you’re sorry for how you hurt me, but i love you and i always will. we were decaying together, desperately surviving, only to die hand in hand. and as we’re falling down, in this pool of blood i meet your eyes we’re in this. forever.

THREE CHEERS FOR SWEET REVENGE <— album

this. fucking. this. heart wrenching portrayal of grief it’s under an hour it’s So So good it’s so. amazing. like it’s just the depths as it spirals and spirals and fuck, we’re doomed, aren’t we! it all ends up this way and there’s nothing we can do. it’s so amazing it speaks to my fuckin soul.

helena nothing to say here. honestly it’s my comfort song i listen to it everyday. i love it.

you know what they do to guys like us in prison it’s literally just pure madness spiralling depression suicidal it’s every way you’ve suffered but never knew how to articulate. 

i’m not okay this. not even hope or depression it’s just: i’m not okay. a statement. before we move on, we have to acknowledge it, we’re not okay we’re fucked up and we’re gonna OWN it, no i’m not okay, fuck you. 

ghost of you grief is just love with no place to go. haunting. heart wrenching. i keep using that but it’s the only way i can describe their music the emotions it inspires. and you are never coming home never coming home neverrrr…

thank you for the venom desperation trying to find a reason survival madness. love it. sister i’m not much a poet but a criminal, and you never had a chance…

it’s not a fashion statement it’s a deathwish i cannot describe how much i love this song. it’s just, everything i wanted to say but never could.

i never told you what i do for a living arguably one of mcr’s best songs. jsut the grief and half-acceptance half-hatred it has to be this way and a dim, careful hope that maybe we will meet again. we’ll love again, we’ll laugh again, we’ll dance again and we’ll cry again.

THE BLACK PARADE <— album

spiralling depths of despair the horrific reality of life and then. hope. defiance. fuck it all we’ll make it out alive. not my favourite album but an amazing one for sure.

the sharpest lives just. spiralling. and some of mcr’s best lyrics. it’s amazing. a light to burn all the empires, so bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be…

welcome to the black parade fuckin classic of course. i love it like an old friend for fuckin real, it is amazing and hope personified. i love this performance of it gerard’s vocals, frank and mikey going batshit insane, ray’s backup vocals and aaaaagh. i watch it like at least once a day: https://youtu.be/LGh_lV6pmV4 do or die, you’ll never make me, because the world, will never take my heart…

sleep it’s. i cannot describe this it’s just like. horror hurt hatred spiralling. it’s. amazing.

famous last words cannot even fucking describe it this song has saved me so many times it’s pure defiance and hope and life and survival. i am not afraid to keep on living, i am not afraid to walk this world alone…

OTHER

okay so mcr has two (kinda) other albums. conventional weapons and danger days! but i haven’t listened to them in their entirety so yea 😭 

burn bright it’s. i can’t even describe it u just gotta listen to it tbh.

the world is ugly LOVE LOVE LOVE the world is ugly but you’re beautiful to me….AAAAGH

na na na pure fucking insanity and adrenaline. amazing show stopping incredible. 

kill all your friends this is absolutely one of my favourites. it is just. so good. i love it the destruction the hatred and absolute defiance the complexity and history you can feel and see it it’s heart wrenching i love it

[morethanwords0475]

January TC Challenge

Day 1: Happy New Year! Any hopes for the new year? (TC or non TC related?)

I hope C and I will continue to keep in touch like we have done until now and that I get to see him more than once or twice this year 💀

Day 2: Do you have any nicknames/codenames that you call your TC? Do they have any they call you?

I call him C on here and he calls my normal name, which always makes me a little sad because he really likes giving people nicknames and even once said he’d think of one for me but never did, and he never once used my common nickname which many people do (even Incas Lily does).

Day 3: Describe the moment you knew they were more than just another teacher.

To be honest even on the first day we met him as the head of our programme, I suspected that he would become an important figure to me, just not to the extent that he ended up being. A week before we had our first 'talk', I was feeling particularly bad while at school and suddenly had an all-consuming urge to be hugged and held by either him or Incas Lily. I was near his office then and intentionally walked past it just to look at him. I didn't know why he suddenly carried so much emotional significance to me, but I just really wanted to talk to him – it's a little surreal that, just a week later, it happened.

Day 4: Do they decorate their classroom much? What does it look like?

He doesn’t have a classroom, but he decorates his office a little bit. Nothing too extra.

Day 5: What's the age gap? Did you ever think you would fall for someone that much older? Are you comfortable with the age gap?

14 years, which is fine, and it really feels like less. He once told me that he had always just talked to me like another adult, which was really, really nice.

Day 6: Describe the first time you saw/met them. How did you meet? What was it like? Were you automatically attracted or did it take some time?

I met him on the first day of school last year, he was new to our school and coming in as the head of our programme. He left a very good first impression with us; even though he’s not physically 'my type', I liked his energy and how reliable he seemed and the way he interacted with us.

Day 7: Do you plan on keeping contact with your TC after graduation? How do you plan on doing it? If you're graduated, have you kept in contact? How have you managed that?

I have graduated and kept in contact! We email back and forth once every two months or so now, and he is the only TC whom I actually feel good about keeping in touch with (i.e. he doesn’t make me hate myself every time I reach out, unlike with Incas Lily). He had casually alluded to us keeping in touch for a long time into the future, and I really hope he meant it.

Day 8: Is there something that tends to remind you of them? Like a sport, food, animal, etc…?

The main sports he plays always remind me of him, the niche shared interest that we have always remind me of him, and things to do with education also do because we’ve talked about it a lot.

Day 9: Do you have a memory you are particularly fond of with your TC? Any cute stories?

I have soooo many good memories with him I literally can’t choose. The three-hour talk we had the last time I saw him was easily one of the best. A more random cute interaction was when we walked up three flights of stairs together after one of our meetings, and we were just casually talking about food on our way, laughing and all; I loved walking together with him and loved the little conversation.

Day 10: Have you ever touched your TC? Like a hug or a brush of the hand?

Yesss we’ve never accidentally touched but we have shaken hands three times and hugged twice. 

Day 11: How often do you talk to them? Do you talk to them outside of school?

Almost every school day from the middle of March to when we graduated, and now we email every one or two months. I’ve never seen him outside of school (except during our grad dinner ofc) but I guess our emails now are technically talking outside of school?

Day 12: Have you ever had any previous TC's? What were they like?

As this blog has documented, I have had many other TCs, but C is one of the only who had never taught me, and we got to have the closest relationship. 

Day 13: If it were to happen, how do you imagine the perfect kiss going down with your TC? If by chance you have kissed your TC, how did it happen?

I don’t have strong romantic feelings for him and I adore his wife, so I probably wouldn’t want to kiss him. If it did happen, though, I would imagine it to have been at the end of one of our long talks. We’re both stood up after having casual and heartfelt conversations for an hour, and I’m awkwardly trying to thank him like usual, expressing how much everything he has done means to me. Maybe we’d fall into a short silence, and one of us would lean in to the other for a kiss, his hand gently on my waist to steady me, as natural and tender as a couple kissing goodbye.

Day 14: Do you truly believe there is a chance that they're interested in you? Has anyone else pointed out that maybe you're special to your TC?

I am special to C. I know it, and he has said things to that effect. He’s definitely not interested romantically, which I’m perfectly fine with.

Day 15: Have you ever gotten them a gift? If so, what was it?

I've gotten C so many gifts, mostly small snacks (and mostly chocolate) because he said he really likes food. At the end of the school year, I also gave him some things related to the niche interest that the two of us share, and he seemed really happy.

Day 16: If you're in their class, what are your grades like?

He doesn’t teach us, which is probably for the best since I’m pretty bad at it. 

Day 17: If you had to pick one feature about them, physical or personality, what would be your favorite?

There is genuinely so much to love about C. The thing that first made him stand out to me was how much interest he showed all of us – he wanted to listen to our feedback, he wanted to know more about our lives, he wanted to share in our achievements and give us support where we needed it. I’m always drawn to teachers who seem like they really care.

Day 18: Do you know of anything they do outside of work? What do they enjoy doing in their free time?

He plays sports, walks his dog, listens to podcasts, spends time with friends, and I think he mentioned he occasionally games. Like, a person with a well-balanced life with hobbies and is happy and healthy??

Day 19: What goes on for you when you see them? How does your body react?

I didn’t tend to be nervous when I saw him (which was a good thing), it usually made me feel excited or comforted to see him. Sometimes I did struggle a little with our dynamic and my body would literally tense up when seeing him, but it didn’t happen often.

Day 20: What have you done, or what would you do, to spend more time with them? Join a club/sport they're in charge of? Sign up for an extra class they teach?

He doesn’t have the time to run clubs (and I suck too much at the sports he does anyways), but I did do stuff like sitting in on one of his workshops with a lower year group when he invited us.

Day 21: How often do you dream about them? What do the dreams usually consist of?

Maybe not as often as I would expect with TCs, but I remember dreams about him quite well. Before I left school it was usually some kind of twist on normal interactions, now I sometimes dream of being back home and seeing him again or being in the past. I dreamed that we were in a relationship two nights in a row a few weeks ago.

Day 22: What's a little detail you've noticed about them that you aren't even sure they're aware of? Do they run their hand through their hair often? Do they subconsciously bite their lip?

I don’t get to observe C as much as listening to him talk about himself, so I’m not sure about what he’s not aware of. I did find it cute that whenever he was trying to exaggerate with a number to make a point or just be funny, he often chose the same specific number.

Day 23: If they weren't a teacher, what do you think they should be?

Probably an athlete, but I think his goodness would be wasted in a professional sport environment – the same way it would for T and S, who are also both great at sport but are also both so much more than that. 

Day 24: Do you think other people in your school may have feelings towards them too? Why?

On one hand I can’t imagine other students having romantic feelings towards him (even I, who have been attracted to no less than ten teachers over seven years, didn’t have much romantic feelings), but he’s just such an objectively good person. The absolute joy in his being, how reliable he is, his compassion, how he always listens and initiates conversations… It’s so hard not to love him.

Day 25: What are their classes like? Do they talk a lot? Is it mostly independent work? Are there a lot of notes?

I’ve never been in his class, and he doesn’t really teach a content-based subject.

Day 26: How would you describe their personality?

He's very extroverted, conscientious, logical, and organised. He really values building connections with people and can be a bit of a people pleaser (like me). He's really reliable and always finds solutions.

Day 27: What's the weirdest thing they've ever worn?

This is so specific- it was like a kilt, but a bad one, so it looked more like a picnic blanket draped around him, which was really funny.

Day 28: What's something you don't quite fancy about them? A quirk you find odd? A physical trait that you aren't a fan of?

This is just something that messed with my head a lot back when I was still quite unsure of our dynamic – when he greets students in the corridors, especially me, he almost never uses our names. Like, he definitely knows our names, but when other teachers usually say things like "hi [J]", he only says hello or morning, and it used to sound dismissive to me, as if he didn’t actually see me.

Day 29: How long have you had a crush on them?

Crush is probably not accurate, but I’ve had feelings™️ for almost a year now.

Day 30: Write a poem (short or long) about your TC.

I lost my ability to write poetry after T left :( I like to think that it died with him.

Day 31: Do you have anyone in your life who knows about your TC? Anyone you can talk to?

My closest friends know I was having those talks with C and that I have feelings, but probably not just how attached I am. For some reason, I think they feel a little more weird about my attachment to C than they did my crush on T and Incas Lily.

[lets-talk-spirituality]

I have wanted to ask you this awhile but was nervous to do so. Is there anything you can tell me in regards to my sm? What they do, what they look like, if we will ever meet?

Why were you nervous? Because spirit says some harsh truths? Bestie I know. They say that shit to me too. Anyway let’s see what happens, shall we?

Yellow, sunshine (sunshine of your love), like a morning sunrise, there is light after the dark, rainbow after the storm, this person is finally seeing the bright side of life and basking in it. I see the water, the ocean, sailing, waterskiing, maybe they are on vacation, but it feels lively and fun!

Hi (sounds like they’re talking from the air like static). Hope you’re doing okay down there. I’m floating these days, when you let the baggage go, it’s amazing how life can feel! I hope you stop clipping your wings and instead let them grow bigger because I’m just here chilling, flying around, seeing things from a new perspective. I want you to see the view too. I love you. It’s beautiful from up here!

Starseed Oracle

Empathic Starseed— energetic sovereignty, absorbing what’s not yours

Pages 64,65– 1 and 2 (11) so 1 represents a new beginning and two represents beginning to build after the new beginning. 11 is a powerful number that shows so within, so without and highlights how our world mirrors to us what is going on internally.

Guidebook—“empathic starseeds are here to shift the world through their presence alone, many struggle being on earth and are prone to addiction and depression, mistaking others feelings for their own. Do whatever you can to take the pressures of the world off you”

As soon as this card popped out I knew it was meant for you. This is what your soulmate is saying about clipping your wings and letting the baggage go. This whole card is about figuring out what is your burden and what is not and releasing that which you aren’t meant to carry. If you need to spend some time alone to recalibrate and remember what your own energy feels like, do that!

Goddess Guidance

Bast—Independent “your independence is a foundation for your strength and success”

Yesss! That’s what I’m saying. You need to figure out your energy independent of others so that you are stronger to face the world. This is a lesson I recently went through so feel free to send in a follow up ask if you want me to talk about what I did.

Aeracura—Blossoming “you are getting started, so have patience with yourself and the process, do not give up”

New beginning! This way of approaching life and feeling life is gonna feel very weird at first and maybe even backwards, but remember it’s a new skill and it takes time to master a skill, even energetic boundaries.

Hope this helps! Let me know if it resonates 💜