#i don’t want to hold what either of us did during this year bc it was a hard time for everyone

[lilgynt]

my moms insane she was like u were mean to me while you were working…you sent me to work with a broken foot for 3 days i’ll be mean again rn

[mayhemories]

Neteyam x readers kids to lovers eventually, before WOTW bc I carnt handle his death

Eywa, A Sign

Ohhh it kills me, I love this boy. He died for what? Pandora Jesus better resurrects him next time, or I will have words with Mr Cameron. Not sure if I did your request justice, hope I did <3 

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader (James Cameron’s Avatar) 

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: None? Just straight fluff. Reader is an orphan trope/parental death. Mentions of death. 

Words: 1.58k

Author’s Notes: Neteyam is roughly 18/19 here, Reader is 18, Lo’ak and Kiri are 17, and my girl Tuk is still the same. Set before Way of the Water. 

Please note that the reader utilises she/her pronouns. If you’d prefer male or gender-neutral pronouns in fic I’m more than happy to repost a male or gn version of the story, otherwise include any pronoun preferences in the request box!

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Many Na’vi died following Toruk Macto. Either due to the impact of the battlefield violence or, their wounds upon return to their clan. Your parents, two brave Omatikaya warriors, died at the hands of the Sky People during a routine raid on supply shipments. 

Jake and Neytiri were quick to take you under their care, love and protection. Practically becoming one of their own. Being a few months younger than Neteyam and a year older than the twins, Kiri and Lo’ak, you slipped right in.

Jake was never afraid to reprimand you like you were his own, either. Like the time you were twelve, Lo’ak eleven:

“Now what did I tell you two?” Jake had you and Lo’ak lined up against the wall of the clan stronghold, sprung by the Olo’eyktan from the moment you came sneaking back in after curfew. 

“Don’t be in the forest after eclipse-” You and Lo’ak mumbled under your breaths, knowing that Jake wouldn’t let up.

“Yes! That’s right, don’t be in the forest after eclipse!” he said, exasperated, holding his hands above his head, dragging them down across his face. “And where were you two knuckleheads?” His face was annoyed, though his eyes were soft. We were his kids, god forbid anything happened to us. 

“Look dad (y/n) had nothing to do with it, it was all me-” Lo’ak started, but you finished,

“Sir, Lo’ak didn’t want to go, I wanted to go.” You and Lo’ak shared a small smile, he was your brother, through and through. 

Jake shook his head, hands on hips. 

“Go, go, both of you. Wash up.” He was stern, but as you two skxawngs ran past him you saw the gentle smile lay on his lips. 

As you got older you noticed Jake becoming harder and harder on his boys. For whatever reason Lo’ak almost gave up on pleasing Jake, felt like he could never be enough for him, a spec of dust compared to Neteyam’s glittering gold. Maybe that was why, why he was so impulsive and reckless, consistently. Any attention being good attention for Lo’ak. Regardless of his intentions, you liked that about him. He encourages your sense of adventure like a brother should, was always there to catch you when you fall. Neteyam and Lo’ak were different sides of the same coin, both living to please Jake in one way or another. Jake saw himself in Lo’ak and that scared him, you knew that,

But Neteyam…shit, Neteyam. 

You always saw Neteyam differently. As kids, he felt too cool for you to be around. This developed over time as you, yourself developed. As you felt awkward and out of place in your body, tail giving away every thought and feeling, Neteyam got taller, got broader, got sweeter. As an awkward teenager, your little soft spot evolved into a full-blown crush. You kept it under wraps sure, Lo’ak teasing you here and there but he never thought anything serious of it. Shit, you tried not to think anything of it. He was the future Olo’eyktan, he was the future of the clan. 

Now, freshly eighteen you were considered a woman: A relatively fierce Ikran rider, bow made from wood of the tree to replace the Hometree that was lost to the Sky People, a hunter. You surpassed any ritual trail of clan-life easily, save for one. Save for probably the most important one. 

Finding a mate. 

So, here you were, kneeling on the beautiful deep green moss surrounding the base of the Tree of Voices. The tree was glowing purple, fading to a light pink and back again, streaks of white travelled up and down the tendril of the tree, where you’ve made the bond. The hum of the ancestors created a white noise in you mind, helping to create a true vision. Praying to Eywa always gave you a sense of calm, like all anxieties were being blown right through your body, energy settling itself back into the world. 

“My dear All-Mother Eywa, I come to you now for guidance, for advice.” You started, clamping your eyes shut to encourage any kind of vision, so that you may see into the realm beyond that of physical sight. 

Neteyam knew it was wrong, to listen to your private prayers with Eywa. But he did not make a move to leave his advantageous spot, hidden amongst trees and rocks, he could watch you freely. His whole life felt like it revolved around you, and your alluring presence, strong heart, strong mind. 

Neteyam officially became a man the year prior, it was expected of him as the future clan leader to have already chosen a woman. And, in some ways he had. It had always been you, it was always you. Neteyam loved you, and it was never as a sister as Lo’ak has. When you were children you would play family. Neteyam was the dad, you the mum, Kiri and Lo’ak the kids. Neteyam knew from a young age that he didn’t want to play family with anyone else. 

He assumed Neytiri always knew, too. She never pressured him in claiming a mate, or even talking about it. Jake, well he was less switched on when it came to Neteyam’s shy nature. He was always pestering Neteyam about it-

Jake had flown Neteyam and himself to a floating mountain so that him and his first born son could speak freely: “Look, I’m not even saying you have to mate straight away! But at least court someone Neteyam, you’re the future of this clan-” Jake started, but for the first and last time in his life, Neteyam cut his father off.

“I am waiting for (y/n)!” Neteyam yelled, holding the bridge of his nose, anticipating that Jake would come back with a raised voice as he most often did. It did not come. Instead Jake closed the distance between him and his son, wrapping his arms around his beautiful baby boy, who wasn’t a baby anymore. Neteyam loosened, wrapping his still lanky arms around his father. With his chin resting on Neteyam’s head, Jake chuckled:

“Well then, wait for her as long as you need.” 

“I love her.” Neteyam admitted quietly. 

“I know you do, kid.” 

Neteyam shook the memory from his mind, and focused back on your kneeling, praying figure in front of him. 

“My mother Eywa, what am I to do?” You felt exasperated, lost. “I… I am afraid that the one I love does not love me Eywa.” 

Neteyam’s chest tightened, although he always knew it was a possibility that you may not want him, he tried his hardest swaying anyone else’s decision in the matter. The glares he had sent to all the young na’vi during their teen years, and at your own ceremony of womanhood, Neteyam made it clear with growls and possessive hovering that he was waiting for you. Although, maybe he could’ve made it clearer to you. 

“Great Eywa please, please show me a sign that Neteyam and I will be named mates.” you whispered, scared to admit his name in the scenario, aloud. 

Neteyam felt like he could vomit. He slowly approached you, kneeling beside you, as if he were beginning to pray, himself.

You could feel his heat, his being as he sat down, you didn’t need to open your eyes to confirm. Besides that, you could feel all the blood drain from your body and rush back up to your cheeks and ears. Clearing your throat, you decided that this was a good a sign as any. 

“Neteyam” You opened your eyes, his beautiful warm honey ones already locked on your face, “how much of that did you hear?” 

Neteyam hung his head in shame, shaking some of his braids from their resting places, blood rushing to his cheeks. 

“I am so sorry, I know I shouldn’t have listened to your private words spoken with Eywa.” Neteyam spoke softly, like he always did with you. “But I could not help it, especially knowing you have not chosen a mate yet.” Neteyam spoke around a lump in his throat, “I needed to know why.” 

Your mind was rushing a million miles per minute. But fake bravado was something that Lo’ak taught you, and something you could hide behind.

“You know, you haven’t chosen anyone either. My ceremony was last week, yours was last year.” You said, catching his eye again, with a slight smile on your lips. Neteyam laughed. Shit, you loved that sound. You could die happy now, hearing his laugh. 

“I have chosen,” your stomach dropped at his words, though sensing your anxiety Neteyam wove one of his hands with yours, and pinned you to the spot with his warm eyes. “I just had to wait a year for her to choose me too.” 

And all at once it felt like Eywa had breathed life into you, and Neteyam. Like your soul was made of milk and honey and you were going to flow on forever. 

You kissed him, your hands cupped his beautiful face, his slender fingers settling on your waist, nestling between beads and cloth. 

He came out of the kiss laughing, needing air. You let out a laugh too, keeping your foreheads together. 

“I see you.” You whispered, still scared that if you speak too loud this dream will dissipate into the colours of Pandora’s jungle, floating away from you entirely. 

“I have only ever seen you,” Neteyam said, smiling. His silver freckles set alight from the glow of the Tree of Voices. 

Happiness was simple.

[hwallazia]

MAKE-UP SEX – 정우영

synopsis . in which the lack of attention from wooyoung was suffocating you. he’d have to compensate you somehow. and fortunately, he knows exactly what you need.

pairing . jung wooyoung & fem! reader

genre . smut (mdni!), fluff, comfort, established relationship, non idol!au

word count . 2,7k

DISCLAIMER! switch!woo, switch!reader (both are switches bc i can’t imagine it any other way), foreplay, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl!), dry humping, dirty talk, praise oh so much praise, nicknames (love, baby, princess, & more), deepthroat, just the two of them being two fools in love <3

NIC’S NOTES i initially wrote this in spanish for arisu from alice in borderland, and i randomly reread it today and wooyoung was the only thing that came straight to my mind. him being all whiny and dominant at the same time??? where do i pay?

Wooyoung was right next to you. As always, he was enjoying his video games during the weekend, he had his headphones on and the microphone just a few inches away from his lips.

He insulted and shouted, causing you discomfort, which is why you looked for your headphones to listen to music, looking for a way to overshadow your boyfriend’s voice.

You couldn't blame him. You knew how much his video games meant to him, and how little time he had for them now that he started working.

You met him during high school, and fell deeply in love with him in your senior year. You had to confess your feelings to him immediately, before you parted ways and it was too late.

One lovely, chilly night you did it, you pulled up the courage and said those two words, which would change your lives forever.

“I like you. I like you a lot, Wooyoung.” you avoided eye contact at all costs. You couldn't allow yourself to see your loved one's gaze trying to reject you, in case the feelings weren't mutual. All those insecurities vanished with the wind that there was at that time of the night.

“I… I like you too, y/n.”

You finally looked at him. There was something special in his gaze, hundreds of galaxies collapsing into his orbs and illuminating them, more than the buildings and traffic lights that were scattered throughout Seoul that night.

“A-are you serious?” you questioned. Everything felt unreal, you needed him to say it one more time, maybe then your heart would hit the, now, sweet ground of reality.

“Yes, beautiful. I like you, a lot as well.”

You swore you could die right there. You would finally have him to yourself, something toxic of you, but it was what you wanted most: for Jung Wooyoung to have eyes for no one but you.

What could you say? You liked the attention, and even more so if it was his attention.

After months of dating, on one of the few dates you had in that period of time, he asked you to live together.

“Oh? Isn't that a bit hasty? How will we maintain the house? And the food?” so many things were running through your mind that they made you forget who you were talking to. Wooyoung.

“Hasty? Sweetheart, I’ve worked hard since we started dating to finally live with you, and only you. I even got a job!”

“A job? Are you serious?” you expressed, a smile starting to be drawn on your pink, plump lips.

“Damn right I am. You're looking at the new 8TEEZ’ choreographer, dear.” he announced with a certain tone of arrogance that could only scream “Jung Wooyoung”.

“Choreographer? Love, that's amazing.” you rushed at him, knocking him down the green grass of that park where you were holding your date.

“You’re definitely the love of my life.” he murmured, his fingers stroking your long dark hair.

And this memory is what brings us to the present. Your loved one was resting his body in the comfortable gaming chair you gave him for his 25th birthday, it embraced his anatomy as if it didn't want to let him go —he didn't really want to get up from his comfortable seat either. “Shit!” you heard him shout, despite having your headphones on with music at a moderate volume. You sighed and then saw it, the big screen painted with blood stains and ‘Game Over’ written in a somewhat crooked letter.

“Ugh, I almost had it.” he exhaled to turn to see you. “Love, did you see how—”

His words were cut off when he saw how your gaze did not show the same adorable, big eyes that characterized you, but had now transformed into an annoying, and somehow penetrating look.

“I screamed a lot, didn't I?” he shrugged his shoulders like a little kid, afraid that you would scold him.

“What do you think?” your tone was notoriously angry, yet you had to inhale and exhale a generous amount of air since you didn’t want to yell at him to fuck off. “Wooyoung, try to stay somewhat quiet, not even the headphones can overshadow your voice.”

“’M sorry, babe.”

He took off his headphone set and placed it on the small dark oak nightstand located a few meters away from him. He pushed himself up with his feet to approach the edge of your shared bed, and settle himself behind you. He adjusted himself so that you were between his legs, enveloping you with his strong arms.

“What are you doing?”

“Reading, maybe this way I can unwind” you took off your glasses to clean its glass in three quick seconds and put them back on the back of your nose. You looked at your partner's dark and beautiful orbs and noticed how they moved from side to side slowly, apparently reading the book’s pages. You immediately turned off the screen of your tablet and looked at him in the eyes. “Do you remember what I asked you a few hours ago?”

“Hum, would there be a problem if I said no?” he gave you an innocent smile with his barely curved eyebrows.

“Yes, there is. I asked you if you wanted to cook with me,” a sigh leaving your lips “During these last few weeks, I’ve been trying to do things with you, but your routine is always work, video games, eat and sleep. It's fucking annoying.” you finally confessed everything you had stuck down your throat for the last three weeks. Not being able to see his face made it, somehow, more comfortable for you to tell him your feelings. “I know I have to be comprehensive and all that shit but lately, this has been unbearable”.

“Oh, sweetness. I'm so sorry” he hid his face in the hole formed in your collarbone, resting his cheek on the side of your neck “I promise to compensate you for everything, beautiful.”

“You promise?” now you rested your right cheek against his messy raven hair.

“Mmhm,” he claimed, “And you know what, I'm starting right now.”

And with that, he began to leave a nice trail of wet kisses along your neck. A small gasp slid down your tongue, this just being the fuel for your lover’s plan. He stayed like that for a few seconds, his nose smelling your intoxicating scent until he went up to your ear and lick its lobe.

“Have I already told you how beautiful you are?” he kissed the back of your neck, licking where his lips had passed.

“Woo— Ah, w-what do you intend to do? Mhpm—”

“Make up for lost time, pretty.”

Even though you couldn't see his face, you could feel his arrogant smile. He loved knowing the power he had over you, how much he could turn you on with just a couple of his kisses.

And sure enough, you were melting under his touch, his heavenly touch.

“Babe— A-ah.” nonsenses were escaping your lips. Though talking was practically impossible you still tried to. But fuck didn’t he had you fucked out with just a few touches.

Before you could realize it, he slid his hand under the silk sheets which only covered your legs, dragging his middle finger and ring finger towards your clit, which was beginning to get wet under his touch.

“Wooyoung, oh fuck” you hissed “You know how sensitive I am there- Ahh!”

You finally discovered what he was trying to do, and maybe a fetish of his: interrupt you so you would moan more. In broad terms, fewer words and more pleasure. Maybe you could take advantage of that and get what you wanted.

Your lover moved his phalanges with agility and mastery over your soft, pinky button. At this point, it was funny to you that moment where you asked him "Are you a virgin?" and he quickly denied —he had only fucked once. He now looks like a fucking playboy, satisfying you so well.

“You're soaked, gorgeous.” he whispered “Is this the effect I have on you? Do you like me that much?”

He mumbled before directing his left hand to your nipple to pinch it and rub it against his fingers. Your back arching accordingly.

“God, yes Wooyoung yes. You make me feel s-so good, love.”

You knew how much it drove your boyfriend crazy when you complimented him or verbally told him how good he made you feel. He responded with a growl, attacking your neck.

A couple of minutes were enough for you to feel your orgasm coil in your stomach, making your thighs fall into desperation. Finally, you let your anatomy rest on his chest, completely surrendering to him.

“Are you close, pretty?” you moaned in response “It seems so, you’re trembling so much.”

“W…Wooyoung, shut your mouth— ngh!”

His left hand, which was previously occupied satisfying your nipple, abandoned it, to grab your jaw and finally bring you together in a wet kiss. He inserted his tongue in a few seconds later, drawing a gasp from you. Wooyoung was the one who dominated in that dance between tongues.

“Cum for me, beautiful.” he whispered millimeters from your swollen lips.

Once he gave the order, you came. Your body trembling against him, his cock rubbing against your lower back thanks to your little convulsions from overstimulation. Wooyoung made sure to help you ride your orgasm, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses down your neck as he whispered the sweetest things to you.

“Look at all the mess you made on my fingers. Since you are a bit tired, I’ll do your job and clean them up for you.”

He guided the fingers he put into activity to make you cum towards his lips, so he could suck and lick them, his tongue savoring your exquisite essence. You could hear him slurping on his fingers which only made you even more aroused. Your back arching a little, separating it from the lump that was crashing against it.

“Wooyoung-ah, I want to suck you off.” your words impressing your boyfriend “I want to make you feel good too.”

“Oh yeah? Go ahead, darling. I’m all yours.”

He settled against the headboard of the bed while you turned and crawled in reverse to reach the height of prominent tent. Wooyoung felt his heart skip a beat when he saw you on doggy style with your glasses on.

Someone is developing a lot of fetishes in a very short time.

You pulled down his blue shorts along with his underwear, freeing his erection which had been uncomfortably covered for a while now.

You didn't hesitate to massage it a little and put it all at once into your oral cavity. You were going to give him the best deepthroat he ever had in his life. A growl crept into his throat.

“Holy fuck, you’re so good baby. You have no idea how perfect you look right now.”

You were so excited by that compliment that you began to suck it and lick it as if it were a lollipop. You massaged his balls to increase his pleasure, and also for him to praise you more.

“Does that feel good, handsome?” a smirk drawn on your lips.

“It feels so- ngh! So good... Your mouth was made for my cock, baby.”

His right hand was positioned in your hair to gently grab it. His chest rose and fell rapidly, clearly telling you that he was close to cum. You took it out of your mouth to run your tongue over the tip of his member, making him tremble. The man felt as if he had been electrified, this was accompanied by a loud moan.

“If… If you keep doing that— a-agh, I'm not gonna last long.” he said softly, his hand caressing your scalp.

You raised your gaze to meet his eyes full of lust and lasciviousness, the shine that characterized your boyfriend's orbs was replaced by a small flame, which could only represent how horny he was and how much he needed to make you his. His face had a strong blush, minimal drops of sweat sliding down his temple due to the cold of the season.

The state of him alone made you think how cute he was.

“Do what? This?” you directed your lips to welcome him into the heat of your cavity and then slid your tongue again and repeatedly, making his breathing heavier and drawing more moans out of him.

“I'm gonna cum, a-ah fuck. Take it all like a good girl.

You watched as he squeezed his other hand, which rested at your side, his knuckles were painted a pretty white, just like your face at that moment.

A strip of cum hit the roof of your mouth, scaring you due to your lack of concentration. You quickly pulled it out to swallow your boyfriend's white essence, you thought that was it since you had swallowed too much, like a shot of juice, but no. You were impressed when Wooyoung's long strips of cum also reached your cheek, lips, and the glasses’ glass making you gasp in astonishment. Your boyfriend was able to speak when he finally came down his high.

“Love... You look so beautiful with... With my cum on your glasses.”

Something ignited inside you. Your cunt was already dripping non-stop, and you needed even more contact with Wooyoung. So you straightened up, remaining on your knees in front of him, two steps were enough for you to bring your intimacy closer to his flaccid cock.

Wooyoung watched you expectantly, thinking you would rub against him, but was surprised when you grabbed his cock and lined it up against your dripping cunt.

“W-wait, I'm still a little sensitive- ng-ahh!”

You finally sat on him, joining you into one. Several moans and pleas slipped past Wooyoung’s lips, and you decided to seal his prayers with your sweet lips.

“D-darling, you're... so tight. It's too much, hah.” his breathing getting heavier and heavier.

“Do you want me to stop, sweetheart?”

“Don’t you even think about it.”

You laughed at his quick response as if you had pressed a button and an automatic voice responded. His fingers were nailed to your hip, trying to restrain himself and not lose his sanity.

You rode his cock as your life depended on it, you felt him scrape against your walls. Eventually his tip touching your cervix, drawing a loud moan from you as you increased the speed of your jumps.

“Is that the spot, baby?”

“Oh yeah, shit. You're so deep, Woo. Ngh.”

His mischievous hand left your left hip to grab the back of your neck and unite you tightly in a kiss, his tongue and yours dancing again.

Meanwhile, his right hand also released your hip to go to your clit and rub it, your cunt squeezing deliciously his member consequently. Both moaning in the middle of the kiss.

“Don't touch there, ngh Woo— ahhh!” you screamed, finally cumming. Seconds later, he did the same, this time gripping harshly onto your hip.

After a few minutes of rest, he held you as if you were a plastic bag and settled the both of you into the bed. Now you were lying face to face against him, his strong arms wrapping your anatomy once again.

He reached for the sheet that covered you before to throw it over the two of you, and you were warmly tucked in.

You sighed before settling down and laying your head on his chest, while he stroked your hair. You were about to close your eyes when your partner moved in place.

“Love. You're still inside.” you punctuated, Wooyoung didn't seem surprised, in fact, it seemed as if you had caught him.

“Aw, can't I stay inside? You feel so warm and so... good.” he murmured, his ears and cheeks blushing slightly. A sigh left your lips.

“Hah, okay. But tomorrow we’ll take a bath. Now we shouldn't feel it because of the cold, but we're probably disgusting.

“As my princess desires.”

A giggle slipped through your red, swollen lips, finally resting your head against his chest, close your eyes, and fall into an abysmal sleep.

“One day I’ll put a ring on that precious finger of yours.” you managed to hear before falling asleep.

Due to tiredness, you only managed to mumbled a dull “hmm”, kiss his chest and let out a small, cute giggle.

“Looking forward to it, love.” you continued, “I love you.”

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[prisonhannibal]

Hi, I'd just like to say how it's just so incredibly cool to me that you're making indigenous ( specifically sámi ) art. Though just "cool" might be too small a word to describe it.

As someone who IS sámi but. Kind of doesn't feel like they are / has a whole lot of their own complicated feelings about it (didn't speak the language at home and that sort of stuff yk), it's always so special to me to see anything about it online. Always makes me want to get a hold of myself and actually connect with my culture, it's so so important to me and seeing your art makes me really happy :'))

And honestly? Seeing stuff about us online makes it feel like it's not too late for me, that I don't have to just put "finnish" in my bio anymore. ( Though I can't really start thinking it's too late if I'm still a minor now can I?)

Sorry if this got a little much, but I wanted to let you know how important your art can be, don't feel pressured to answer this, if you want to you can just leave it or delete it!! I'm a scared guy hiding behind anon anyways :'))

Hi ❤️💚💛💙 Don’t apologize it’s not too much and I’m glad you chose to reach out instead of dealing with it alone, that’s a step in the process of reconnecting ❤️ There is a specific loneliness in not having connections to your people. I don’t know your circumstances or if it’s a completely disconnected situation or if your family grew up calling themselves sámi but not participating in the culture, so some of this might not be relevant to you but I’ll answer as if you have very little connection just in case, so I can cover too much instead of too little. I’m sorry if this is all unnecessary and preachy and you didn’t ask but I have things I feel like saying.

The language thing doesn’t say anything about how sámi you are, I didn’t grow up speaking my heart language (that’s what my áhkku calls it and I think it’s beautiful) either, the majority of sámi people don’t speak any sámi language. You have to remember that the damage done to our communities is so severe that I literally feel like I’m in a privileged position for growing up with our culture and traditions in a proud sámi family and that I got to wear a gákti as a kid, even though our language was taken from our family before I was even born. A lot of people don’t even get that. It’s not our fault, whatever we lost during the norwegianization period (and similar policies and laws in the other “countries” in sápmi) was taken from us when they beat and forced it out of our great grandparent and grandparent generation.

It’s not too late for you, or for anyone. I know many people who got their first gákti late into adulthood. I’d celebrate someone reconnecting in their 60s. You are so so so young, you have so many years left of life where you can have this, if you choose to take it. You’re also lucky that you’re young bc there’s many youth organizations across the borders. I work on the board in one and we work on organizing social stuff and duodji courses and stuff like that to create meeting spaces for sámi youth! I was actually just in Helsinki to meet with some of the organizations on the finnish and swedish side and they seemed very nice :) I would recommend looking into what’s available in your area, and if you’re interested in learning languages or duodji I wish I could help find resources, but I don’t speak finnish, but I imagine if you contact your local community they’ll be able to help you with that.

Connection is healing 🌸 Both for yourself and for our people, because we are still here and we always will be. The only people who win when we are quiet is the people who did this to us. I want all of us back and together and with the sámi spirit that ČSV stands for. There is no obligation to do anything and you should never feel guilt for not being able to do things, but I like to think that if my family from the past who weren’t allowed to do the things I do now could see me they’d be happy. When I took sámi classes I thought that the people that came before us when boarding schools were a tool to get rid of our language would be so happy to see that we’re allowed to learn now. I hope that thought can give some comfort and strength no matter where you are or what you do in this process ❤️

After the 2023 protests I was really fucked in the head, so I went home to my áhkku and she cooked reindeer meat for me and taught me how to sew a gákti, and that felt like it healed something in me.

Anyway, this was a really nice ask to get. It means a lot to me to hear that my art is meaningful to other people. I wasn’t always sure there was an audience for it, but I always made it anyway because I think sámi art and happiness existing is a beautiful and important thing ☺️

I need to say again, you are so so young, there’s so much time and so much you can learn and do, and there’s no rush. I have heard many from the older generations say how proud they are and emotional that our youth is taking our traditions and our languages back, we’ll be happy to have you. I wish you all the best

[yanderecrazysie]

hi! could i request a yandere hinata shoyo one-shot? tbh it can be abt anything, i just want to see in your writing style bcs i love it so much!!!

Thank you so much!! You’re so sweet!

I had trouble thinking of what to write for this ;-;

Title: Enthusiasm

Pairings: Hinata x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, taller reader

Summary: Hinata is very enthusiastic about his favorite subject- you.

enthusiasm

/noun/

intense and eager enjoyment, interest, or approval:

“I can carry your bags for you!” Hinata said breathlessly, catching up to you easily.

You could say a lot of things about Hinata, but being unathletic was not one of them. You had long legs and you weren’t exactly walking. Yet, Hinata could keep an even pace with you without running out of steam.

The only reason he was breathless was because he was talking to you.

It was obvious that Hinata had a crush on you. If he wasn’t blushing and breathing erratically, then he was offering to do things for you or complimenting you. He never showed this level of attention to anyone nor was he so enthusiastic about receiving attention, except when it came to you, of course.

He followed you around like an orange-haired shadow, grinning from ear to ear, eagerly butting in wherever he could. If you didn’t know better, you’d say it was cute.

But glaring at anyone you talked to or confronting them with a bone-chilling expression wasn’t cute. Neither was digging through your things and probably being behind the disappearance of many small items that you once owned.

Hinata was way too enthusiastic when it came to his crush on you, so you always did your best to avoid him. But that was hard when your clubs got off at the same time.

You’d tried to use some intimidation and put on a no-nonsense persona, confronting him about his behavior and sternly telling him that it wasn’t okay. To leave your friends and property alone. 

But it didn’t stop- it never stopped. You were beginning to think you’d have this little twerp following you around for the rest of your life.

Hinata wasn’t all bad though- he would carry your things and help you with whatever he could. If only he was smart, you’d take him up on his offer to do your homework for you. You didn’t mean to use him as such, but you might as well let him do what makes him happy, right?

Hinata holds out his arms to take your lunch tray from you, and you gratefully hand it over. He follows you, practically skipping, to where you plan to sit. 

Your friends turn to welcome you, but their expressions dull when they see Hinata. The ginger is either unaware or doesn’t care, because the same blissful smile is etched into his face. At least he’s not staring them down like he wants to kill them this time.

You sit down in a way that leaves no room for Hianta, but that doesn’t deter the hyperactive boy. He opts instead to stand at the end of the table, unnervingly watching you and your friends converse. He continues to smile until the guy friend next to you puts his hand on yours during a funny joke. Hinata’s expression goes from sunny to stormy in an instant and those familiar chills go down your spine.

As Hinata walks you home, he’s unusually quiet. Normally, he’s asking you questions about yourself or trying to make small talk, but not today. It only serves to freak you out even more, feeling as though something’s just waiting to go wrong.

When you stop at your house, Hinata’s hands grasp your shoulders tightly and you’re surprised to see him crying. Before you can ask what’s wrong, Hinata asks a question that makes your heart speed up.

“Do you like him? That guy that touched you?”

A blush spreads across your face, no matter how hard you try to act like you don’t care, because the answer is a resounding yes. You’ve liked him for years now, but that wasn’t something you shared willing with others.

Hinata becomes silent once more, and when you catch a glimpse of his expression, your blood runs cold. His mouth is a thin line, so unlike the bright smile that he wore earlier. His head is tilted slightly to the side. But it’s his eyes that terrify you.

The pupil is constricted and the brown around it is dark, reflecting your frightened face in it. The eyelids are stretched unnaturally wide as he stares blankly at you. 

There’s no life behind his intense gaze. No light left in his eyes.

“I’m going to kill him,” is all he says.

And you believe him.

[nextstopwonderland]

hiii i wanna hear your predictions and/or fantasy booking for what happens next with the world title 🙏 how long do you think bryan’s reign will be? who do you think he will feud with and who do you think he’ll drop it to?

Hello!!

Oooooh okay so basically I’ll start with that I think he’s gonna say tomorrow which is that a) he will continue full time until he drops the title (which he already did say in an interview when asked what happens if he won at Wembley, but he also said like, within reason lol) b) but that if he still holds the title by wrestledream that that may be his last fulltime show regardless.

See the second part is where I am iffy. Ever since he announced the winding down nearly a year ago I assumed he would stop full time by wrestledream because it would be in Washington again.

Part of me wonders if he still does that or if he goes longer. So let’s do it the wrestledream way. I think the promo tomorrow could immediately give us his first opponent in that Christian interrupts.

I think we begin with Bryan vs Christian at All Out and that pac Claudio and wheeler feud with the patriarchy before that (hopefully with Bryan on comm). I also think Nigel is gonna be none too thrilled with Christian and this feud.

I think he beats Christian at All Out (another final countdown usage too, TK said they got “a deal” for upcoming usages) because Christian cheated to beat him during their TNT title match and Bryan needs that win back

so then a few weeks later he’s got Darby at grand slam

(Id like to see a few matches in between all of these events too, like title eliminators or what not - let Bryan face people he hasn’t - give me Bryan vs OC and Kyle etc)

This is the one I’m not sure about bc I’ve seen people say triple threat at wrestledream between Bryan/Darby/swerve.

There’s also a title Tuesday right before wrestledream.

I haven’t fully decided what happens at grand slam. Maybe Bryan drops and it becomes Darby/swerve at wrestledream and Bryan/Nigel. I feel like we SHOULD run Bryan/Nigel before he finishes his full time run be we also don’t have to. Like it could also happen at final battle in December. Or even wrestle dynasty (altho I need Bryan/Zack run back too this year or I may perish)

So yeah my thoughts are still not complete but I do think he could drop it either before or at wrestledream. I maintain as I’ve said since the wind began blowing this way that swerve should get the belt back at wrestledream. It’s his hometown the entire thing seems highly intentional and the whole reason why Bryan would’ve let Tony twist his arm to do this.

(My ultimate ultimate booking fantasy is that tomorrow he flat out says that he wants Nigel as his opponent at wrestledream irregardless of anything but I also think we prob can’t do that bc we need to let Nigel be a little furious at first about the Christian stuff rather than give him what he wants on a platter)

[mistletouchunderthetree]

there’s something i’ve talked about here before at length but it’s been a long time so just to catch up any newer followers to speed:

(if you know about sara, you can skip to the bolded small paragraph and go from there) (if you don’t know who sara is but want to be in on the post without reading the essay i wrote, there’s a tl;dr at the bottom!)

in college i moved away from home and moved in with my brother, who lived about 45 minutes from my university. my parents knew my anxiety over making friends so they gave me an ultimatum: either you join a club and BE ACTIVE IN IT, or you come back home. so. i joined a sorority.

BEFORE YOU SHIT A BRICK, my school had a very small greek presence. if you rush, you get into one no matter what (not sending girls home crying bc none of the 10 houses on campus wanted them).

i met sara during rush week, first day. zeta was my last house of the day and i was feeling discouraged - no where had felt like somewhere i’d fit in. and then this girl with this bright and colorful tattoo of a cactus on her arm brought me into the house and we talked about mexican food and harry potter (year 2015 ok) and anime. i talked to a few other girls in that house, more of the same. connections. shared interests. god i wanted them to pick me.

fast forward a week and there i was, a new member of zeta “dating” girls from the pledge class above mine to find my big sister, who is your mentor and your best friend and your confidant and your guide all rolled into one.

i’m too tired to go through it all but basically i requested a date with sara bc we weren’t set up for one and we met at a coffee house and talked for hours. best date by far.

and then big/little reveal…. this is us the moment i found out she was my big sister (it’s her face you can see, and the back of my head):

god that picture makes me want to burst. so we got five wonderful months attached at the hip. i can’t talk about it too much because all these years later it still hurts so much. but i called her my “denton best friend” since i already technically had a “best friend” at home. we signed a lease to live together the next school year on december 29th.

on new year’s eve a stranger in his car with his friends pulled up beside sara’s car. she was designated driver and had 3 passengers. i was supposed to be there but i canceled at the last minute and felt awful about it. in the time it takes for a light to turn green, a boy in sara’s backseat and the guys in the other car had a verbal altercation that ended with the driver of the other car shooting twice at the boy in sara’s backseat. unfortunately this happened as sara was driving away.

the first bullet hit the back door and ricocheted down. the second went directly in front of the boy in the backseat and hit sara in the back of the head. she was brain dead instantly, but a donor so they kept her alive.

i remember holding her hand at the hospital. it was swollen and i kept thinking if i didn’t recognize her black chipped nail polish i wouldn’t even know it was her. the bullet exited her left eye so the top half of her head was entirely wrapped up. there were little specks of blood on the bed.

i gave a eulogy at her funeral, and became close with her parents. i was one of their links to denton - they lived about 3-4 hours away in san marcos - and i made and put up a cross with her picture on it at the place her car crashed, against a telephone poll. you could still see blood on the ground.

something that’s harder to explain about greek “families” is that your big sister is more like your mom. so your big sister’s big sister is your grandbig. my grandbig happened to have another little sister, making sara a twin. her twin, claire was my aunt, and her little, another girl in my pledge class, was my cousin. we’re the ones that had signed the lease to live with each other two days before sara was murdered.

that next summer sara’s parents invited her “zeta family” to visit, so we did. being in her childhood home was like walking into a time capsule. but we all got along with her parents very well (her mom greeted us with very expensive tequila shots) and afterward that relationship continued and thrived. it’s helpful for them to have that link to sara, and honestly, it feels helpful to me, too. when they’re in town we get breakfast at sara’s favorite place (and the last place i ever went with her), and i text her mom pretty regularly to keep her updated about my health.

if you already know about sara and my relationship with her parents you can start reading now!

the reason this is relevant is bc clay, sara’s father, and i butt heads on politics on facebook, big time. we’ve never been outright mean to each other, but he’s said some things that have made me take a step back and not reply because i know id say something i couldn’t take back, and this is too important a relationship to risk. i get so nervous posting but im also someone who’s not ever going to be quiet about what i think and what i believe in so i posted something today, and when i saw he commented my stomach dropped because i outright said if you voted for him do not talk to me. this is what i got:

i was shocked. usually it’s a paragraph disputing my every point. does the green heart mean something i don’t know or is it just because it’s my favorite color? i want to take this in good faith but it is so out of character (not him expressing his love, because he always does that at the end of political “discussions” too) for him not to say anything, especially after what i said.

am i reading too much into this? is sara looking down on me saying “im so sorry trump won, ill guide my dad not to be a dick about it”???? (sounds like something she’d do). i didn’t know what to say so i just did the heart react. any way if you made it through this fuckin essay, i love you, that’s amazing, and if you give your opinion my love for you only grows. 🩷🩷🩷

TL;DR one of my best friends was murdered in college. i became close with her parents as a way for all of us to feel closer to her. her dad,clay, and i butt heads about politics on facebook pretty much any time i post anything political. this is what he commented today, and im confused by it. hopeful, but confused.

[chicspo]

hey loreta, i’ve never asked you for personal advice and don’t know who go to food this, so i really hope you might be able to give me some insight. ♡♡

i’m aware that it’s normal to be attracted to others even when you’re in a relationship, but sometimes i find myself being too intrigued. i have been in a serious relationship (his whole family knows me) with the same boy for a little over 2 years. we weren’t initially interested in each other. he was my best friend and only caught feelings for me overtime. it was unreciprocated at first, but i quickly realized i can’t imagine a life without him especially when he raised my standards so high and slowly fell in love with him. he’d bring me food to my house when i had covid, walk me home from school and walked back to his, brought me food and snacks at school bc he knew i starved myself and was too scared to take my mask off during covid, and has always thought i was beautiful with or without makeup, etc. he’s genuinely the most loyal, honest, and sweetest boy and he’s never done me wrong. both of us are in our first relationship, but he’s never slipped and that makes me feel so much more guilty. i’m so ashamed to admit it, but i think these deep attraction stems from lack of exploration and romantic experience. sometimes i wish i got to explore more and have more experience romantically before getting into my current serious ‘husband material’ relationship. it sounds awful, but because it’s my first relationship, i never got to make these mistakes or learn from them before getting with such a perfect guy. for example, i met a guy in class today who was so ideal, my jaw almost dropped because i thought he was so pretty. he has the looks, the height, the built, the humor, and he’s not shy but isn’t incredibly loud either. i couldn’t take my eyes off him. he was pretty interactive with the class and when we had to introduce ourselves, he did ask me which my favorite movie was out loud lol. i know i fell in love with my bf in a more natural way, but i almost forgot what it was like to have a school crush that you look forward to seeing every class. it just felt nice then, but i still know nothing of him, but he’s really cool and cute. it’s situations like these that make me question my worth. i’ve done a lot of my end for my bf, but i might not be deserving of him.

dont EVER feel bad or guilty for the way u feel. and most likely ur current bf always liked u and just told u that to seem more lowkey ab it btw. and i think u falling in love overtime is just wanting to give back and pushing urself into it a little. attraction is instant at least in my opinion. didn't you say u find this new guy so perfect and cool? u dont really know him so u dont love him but ur very interested in him. thats all it takes. ur young and taking a relationship this seriously is ridiculous. u should still be honest with ur bf (even if u dont tell him about every single detail) but dont be a liar. just do whatever u feel like doing without holding back

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

Ok I just want to put my thoughts on the whole Leon should be with someone “healthier” and “better” for him. &The thing with that is if Leon wanted that, Capcom had so many opportunities to do so. Not to say Leon didn’t try, but there was a 6 year period after RE2 that Ada wasn’t around, and within that period there was a point where Leon believed her to be dead and then finds out she’s alive. Hypothetically let’s say he did want to be with Claire, he had the time & opportunity to and still didn’t, clearly they’re just friends. But generally, that goes for anyone he could have formed a relationship with during that period. Especially for the period he didn’t believe her to be alive, bc I’ve seen people act like if Ada were to just disappear completely now, then all of a sudden he could just totally forget about her, will go running into the arms of someone “better”, and his trauma will be fixed 🤪. That scenario literally existed, he had the opportunities, and it STILL didn’t happen.

Now fast forward to after RE4 where Leon sees her again face to face alive and well, all the relationships he could’ve had 1 year after in Degeneration or 2 years after in Infinite Darkness also never stuck. (I don’t count the scene where Claire falls on top of Leon in Infinite Darkness bc Stephanie Panisello said it was her idea and asked the movie crew to add it for the Cleon shippers as it wasn’t in the original script). And then at some point after, it’s confirmed that in 2009 they spent time together, but who knows how long they’ve been in contact prior to that, I just think there must have been a lot of prior interaction that developed over time before jumping straight into “that night”. Like I know a lot if us can’t help on focus on the “that night” part but in the article where Shotaro Suga mentions romantic dinner/hotel/motel room night, but I’m over here thinking so much about the “romantic dinner” part lol bc it’s beyond just them wanting to sleep with each other, they actually cared to spend quality time together, like what did they eat, what did they wear, what did they talk about ?? I feel like they try to not mix work with pleasure (there’s just simply so much she cannot answer if he tries to even ask). Especially in the behind the scene of the video of the movie Suga says “He shows his real self when he gets in touch with a woman (Ada)”. Which is very important factor with his relationship with Ada vs his relationship with anyone else both romantic and not. We know Ada rarely shows her real self and her puts on a mask, but looks like Leon does too !

HELLO so i had to take my time to read this and formulate a response

i think with the remakes, it's implied that between 1998 and 2004, he was forced to work for the government and possible did not have time to date. during this time i believe he also does not see claire either. (correct me if i'm wrong) i think that the whole baby-girlfication on leon has really rotted into people's brains that think that he's not a man of agency and can literally go date someone if he wanted to. but even with re4r with the "i'm a one lady type of guy," and the complete removal of his flirting with literally any thing that breathes, it seems that capcom is pushing it into this direction as well. with leon not holding ashleys hand, and leon not flirting with hunnigan. it's just on his own it seems.

degeneration was the weirdest film also imo. and he did have a weird thing with angela but then he just never called her again lol. and he did that in front of claire too????

yeah i agree that the scene with leon and claire in infinite darkness was especially weird considering claire has like a face of visible disgust when she falls on him.

"that night" is also followed with the director saying that yes, they spent time outside of their jobs and their lives continued on in the background of re5. it would make sense that they saw each other some how and it lead up to "that night"

i firmly believe that leon thinks of ada as a strong woman, and someone that he doesn't need to protect or feel like he has to "baby" her. she's a woman with her own choices and decisions and he finds her challenging. it's almost like they can be partners that compliment each other and challenge each other.

leon saves the day every day- he doesn't want to do that in his personal life. he needs someone who can stand on level ground with him. someone who can really truly understand him. and im sorry but it's not gonna be self insert civilian here, that understands him.

leon's characterization changes from a bright eyed rookie cop to an agent who sees that the world is shades of grey and that no one is truly good or evil. that everyone has their own agendas and that the government that he works for isn't pure either. he struggles with knowing this and knowing that even though he tries to do the right thing, nothing gets better. we even see this with ada in re6, she has a breaking point

"we're beyond humanity"

also i firmly believe that re6 ada is extremely depressed and traumatized as her smile consistently drops whenever she's not looking at leon.

both of them have lived lives where they were used and abused. and both of them can understand each other in ways that others can not. they even showed this with infinite darkness with leon not only wanting to keep claire safe, but knowing that her line of thinking was going to get her killed or worse.

even then! both leon and ada have made mistakes and that's interesting! they both live with regrets, and god damnit it just want them to be happy together.

people say they don't deserve each other? nah, they do. they should just be together already

they can be true to each other, no facades, and just be themselves.

[maguneedsalife]

the judaism weeaboo

back with another fun work story bc this has been going on for five years and we all finally got sick of his shit 

Okay, so. This guy. Let’s call him Bob.

Bob is a non-Jewish individual in our local community who has a deep fascination with Judaism, but has said he has no desire to convert. Instead he seems to like talking with Jews in order to show off his knowledge and explain our traditions back to us. I’ve taken to calling him a Judaism weeaboo, as his general know-it-all attitude and lack of respect for actual Jews is similar to the way weeaboos behave around Japanese people.

Bob has been in contact with us for a few years now, with most of our contact in 2018 and waning considerably in the pandemic. He is usually cordial and friendly on the phone, but in reality he does not have a lot of self awareness, nor does he demonstrate any real respect for synagogue staff or the Jewish community. When he calls he keeps staff on the line for a really long time, either showing off his own knowledge of judaism or trying to get us on his side. He’s never threatening or angry, just persistent.

Things Bob has asked about:

whether he can email us entirely in hebrew

whether i speak hebrew (and when I responded that I didn’t, he said “the conservative movement has great resources for learning hebrew” implying that i should know hebrew)

whether it would be alright for him to attend a bat mitzvah so he can say mazel tov to a 13 year old girl he does not know and who does not know him

whether it would be okay for him to record a class (and when we said no because our members aren’t comfortable being recorded by a stranger he tried to debate us on it)

whether he can add a message to our refuah shlemah/get well list wishing the (then-pregnant) rabbi an easy birth in hebrew (not what the list is for)

Bob attended services occasionally pre-pandemic. At the after-service lunches he consistently tried to corner the rabbis for a discussion, and on at least one occasion ran over a synagogue member’s toes with his chair. He has also attended classes held at the synagogue, and made the other people in the class uncomfortable with his know-it-all attitude. He even had an appointment with one of the rabbis once, during which he made her extremely uncomfortable with the endless mansplaining/debating/etc. Bob has been trying to get another appointment with that rabbi for years. He has not specified why he wants to talk (only that he likes talking with her and “appreciates her wisdom”) so I can only assume he is looking for another chance to debate an expert and show off.

I don’t have a mean bone in my body so I unfortunately haven’t been able to be clear with him that he’s not going to get that appointment, just continually telling him the rabbis aren’t available to meet with non-members and hoping he’ll either get the hint or give up. My previous boss tried to tell him off more clearly in the past, and it only resulted in him calling the front desk to complain that she was rude to him and that he would like a written apology from her. He has called multiple times asking for the written apology.

Anyway. He hadn’t called in a while so I assumed he finally decided to move on, but today he calls and I unfortunately answer the phone before I notice the name on caller ID. He wants to know if the rabbis are available between shavuot and “the 17th of Tammuz” (when prompted for the english date he just repeated the hebrew one). I passed him to my coworker for backup because they have an easier time telling folks off. Bob proceeded to keep them on the line for almost an hour, holding them past closing time so he could air his various grievances and try to get them on his side. He barely let them get a word in and did not answer their questions. He also apparently referred to one of our rabbis as a “Jewess” (which is a SLUR). 

They finally managed to end the conversation and then were like “ok so I’m going to send him an email explaining why we aren’t going to speak to him and I’m copying our boss.” Tomorrow I’m learning how to block numbers in our phone system so im just like. prayer emoji that we never hear from him again

anyway. now you all know about bob

(please don’t send me advice for what to do about bob, i’m not looking for help with my bob-related problems nor looking for possible explanations for his behavior. we are going to very clearly tell him we’re done talking to him and then block his number.)

[quicktimeeventfull]

HI gm happy friday for the ask meme, may i request in lavender haze, the ~negotiation in ch2 made me sicko in the window.jpg HOW did u do it

fic writing ask meme oh hello happy friday & also thank you for the chance to talk about this!!!

okay so that scene was one of the hardest to write both on like, a technical & an emotional level. i am going to put this under a cut both bc it’s long and bc it contains frank discussions of pornography/erotica. 

i will reveal myself a little here and say it’s a reflection of conversations i have had irl, both in a personal context & in that i worked in a queer centre for ~4 years. i feel like it’s a very vulnerable conversation! something that frustrates me is a lot of resources, even very good resources, talk about this conversation as if it’s fun and sexy and no big deal, which ime is just not the case. even with people you know and trust, it’s both emotionally demanding AND often super awkward, and L and light do not know each other at all. so i really wanted to show that.

also lavender haze is ultimately erotica so although i didn’t want the conversation to be sexually gratifying in and of itself i DID want it to create & participate in an erotic atmosphere within the context of the story. difficult to balance!! i decided to lean on the erotic nature of vulnerability. i feel like erotica & sexual gratification are often holding hands but they aren’t the same thing, and that scene became a lot easier to write once i mentally drew that distinction. (and tbc it’s 100% fine if people did find that conversation sexually gratifying/arousing/pleasurable etc — it’s just not like The Primary Goal, whereas there are other scenes where sexual gratification is in fact the primary intention. it can be taken either as arousing or not arousing and both options are intentional and accounted for by the author ie me. i hope that makes sense.) 

anyway, here are some specific things i was thinking about: 

L and light don’t know each other and they’re not especially open people in general. i had a couple versions of this scene where they talked in detail about their preferences, but ultimately decided it made more sense for them to stick to the bare minimum of what the other person absolutely had to know for this to be a good experience. for example: L experiences pain during orgasm & not just during penetration, but she didn’t actually want/need light to do anything about that, so she didn’t mention it even though it’s a very similar/linked issue.

they don’t talk very much about what they do like. ‘talk about your likes and not just your dislikes’ is common and imo good advice but idk this IS erotica and not a textbook and it felt sexier if light figured that out magically haha. it plays into the fantasy of light taking care of L & guiding this experience for her

example of the above: L has a very small clit & light extrapolates that she prefers to be touched on the hood rather than directly on the clit. irl it would probably make more sense for them to actually discuss this, even briefly, but i felt like light figuring this out on her own was within the bounds of reason

it was really important to me that L and light have had unpleasant experiences with people judging them for their sexual needs and that they have had these negative experiences with other women. (in L’s case, exclusively with women.) idk i feel like people sometimes talk as if being with a woman will magically make this conversation easy and that just is not true

deciding on the language for L to use was. so. hard. i wrote this like 4000x because i actually think she’d prefer to be polite/abstract with her words but there isn’t really a way to do that AND be clear. conversely light is imo in all universes incapable of talking explicitly about her sexual desires so she’s abstract to the point that L isn’t entirely sure what she does or doesn’t want. i initially had L pressing light for additional clarification but it didn’t feel right, so she just abstains from all touch. (director’s commentary: light was talking specifically about touch intended to create sexual gratification and she would have liked her hair to be touched, shoulders to be held etc. but she wanted that less than she wanted to Not Discuss It. which i think is a legitimate choice to make, esp with someone you don’t know.)

i wanted them to validate each other re: their sexual needs but i also didn’t want them to linger too much on it bc the idea is they a) don’t know each other and aren’t responsible for each other and b) are familiar with these concepts and find them important but not novel. director’s commentary is that light has much less sexual experience with L and this is actually her first time sleeping with someone who experiences sexual pain SO she’s a little nervous about doing something wrong and/or not being able to pleasure L without relying on what she’s used to, but she’s doing a good job of not projecting this onto L u know. also L’s quite sexually vocal so light figures out pretty quickly that this isn’t going to be an impediment haha

ANYWAY sorry that’s long but i guess the tl;dr is that this scene is like the clitoris ……………. u can see a tiny bit of it clearly but it secretly extends throughout the entire work u know. 

also i used several resources while writing this scene, which i will list: 

several autostraddle articles which i didn’t save but. good resource in general

girl sex 101: a book i would HIGHLY recommend. super trans friendly which is good in general but also relevant here bc (although this is not explicitly discussed) light isn’t a cis women; being a stone butch lesbian is part of her gender identity. there’s a bit of porn logic in that L is gendering her the way she’d want to be gendered re: calling her a girl and sometimes using masculine descriptors for her even though there’s not actually any way for her to know that’s what light likes but idk it’s a fantasy so i think that’s fine

fucking trans women: this is as u might expect specifically about trans women but it also has discussions about having conversations about sexual needs that can be emotionally draining which have widespread applicability. this is one of the few resources i’ve read which truly acknowledges that these conversations can be terrifying and exhausting even when they go well

the podcast ‘come as you are’

[heniareth]

Onwards with this AU that is brightening my days so much

To summarize, since messages in DMs get lost easily: the timeline for Novhen and Astala to work things out between them would be:

Nature of the Beast (Novhen gets to see how the Dalish would react to the cult of Fen’Harel and address his feelings of betrayal (if) when Astala reaffirms that she’ll always be there for him).

Broken Circle (Novhen gets some healing & catharsis and takes an important step to stop blaming himself for Adaia’s death, while Astala has to confront exactly what she did by turning her back on the cult and her mother’s teachings)

Orzammar and the Deep Roads, where nothing much happens except the Horrors(TM)

This is a very difficult subject for them both. City elves can fit so much religious trauma in them (and mages as well, let’s be honest). If it got to the “So I’m not good enough?” “Well you left us for that bleeding prophetess!” conversation, I smell another fight coming U_U Idk if that’s something interesting, but it’d certainly be very emotional (and all the companions would likely be standing there like 0.0 what do we do? do we let them fight? do we step in?). If the fight happens, it could happen before Broken Circle, motivated by the events of NotB, and then be solved with Adaia’s help. Or, it could happen directly after Kinloch Hold, with all of the emotions running high, although that would ruin Novhen’s catharsis and Astala’s contemplative moments. But, like I said, idk if we want to have a second fight to mirror that first one

Urn of Sacred Ashes (Astala’s growing conflict with the Chantry gets to a high point with the discovery of the ghost of Shartan, whom the Chantry erased, and the Urn of Sacred Ashes, which sorta proves Andraste was real for her. I’ll talk a bit more about that in a second since I haven’t expanded on that yet I think)

I don’t know how Astala will solve this conundrum. She still doesn’t like the cult and some of the philosophy, but she sure as hell also doesn’t like the Maker or the Chantry by now. I think this is something that’ll accompany her for years to come yet. At the moment, however, she’s a bit caught between worlds bc she doesn’t quite like either, and that hurts. Astala’s always relied a lot on her support network and her biggest wounds, so to say, come from times when that support network has failed her (Adaia’s death, the kidnapping by Vaughan). Add to that the recently experienced Horrors(TM) of the Deep Roads. It’d mean a ton to her if Novhen lends her an ear and a shoulder to lean on during all of that.

Does that sound about right? Let me know if I missed something

I think directly after UITA, Astala would take the dagger. Fang might come in handy for her at some point as a side weapon, and the tiredness is real after the mess the slavers have made of their home. I don’t think she’d risk a fight or disagreement at that point. Depending on how the process above has been lined out, she might even be like “oh. I’m good enough to hold onto an heirloom from Ma.” She would still feel, however, that the dagger rightfully belongs with Novhen and give it back after the Battle of Denerim. “Here. Your shoulder might be messed up, but you still need something to defend yourself with. And some extra protection from Fen’Harel might come in handy, right?” (kinda conspiratory grin. She may not like the Dread Wolf but he's important to Novhen and he better watch out for him. I am giving Solas the hardest side-glance as I write this)

Novhen being so happy about seeing their ma again is definitely going to make Astala feel even more awkward, you have that spot on! I mean, Astala is glad to see that their ma is alright and at peace and everything else... But, actually, nothing’s okay. She can’t just act like nothing happened, because something definitely happened. Adaia’s probably gonna have to start that conversation

Funny also that both Astala and Novhen get signs that their respective religions are right. Andraste’s ashes do exist (if those are really Andraste’s). Their ma is lingering in the Fade, not anywhere near the Maker’s bosom, and the Dalish do say that the Dread Wolf tries to lead souls astray from their path through the Fade to the Beyond.

Re: Ilanlas. I do hope they’ll get close, at least somewhat. It really depends on the timing of comments and the patience and forgivingess on both sides tho, I think ^^’ The good thing is that during those first days of travel with Duncan, Ilanlas was pretty out of it because of the Blight and the shock of Tamlen’s disappearance. I am crossing my fingers that he’ll have caught himself again somewhat by the time they hit NotB at the very latest. But I won’t know until I get there with my writing U_U

Astala would definitely visit Wycome even without knowing Soris was there, and if anybody knows where Soris is, it’s Novhen 😌😌 It checks out

Also I am RIGHT THERE WITH YOU on giving Shianni a long, happy life, whatever her definition of happy is. And I think she could be very happy representing the Alienage. And not end up getting stoned. Please please let that not happen to her. Is having two national heroes as cousins not deterrent enough!? I do like both of the ideas you present, one that the title of hahren isn’t hereditary (because let’s face it, you never know who would inherit that position; meritocracy seems better for communities like an Alienage), and two that there are multiple hahrens. Or maybe one hahren and a council of elders. Especially in a relatively big Alienage like Denerim. A separation of the figure who deals with the external and one or several who deal/s with the internal issues of the Alienage also makes a lot of sense. Valendrian may be a powerhouse of a guy, but he’s the representative. There must’ve been somebody else who did sanitation and support for recently bereft families and so forth. Shianni would make an excellent advocate for the Alienage

You got the reactions to Novhen’s eyes flashing over towards their hiding spot during the war meeting at Ostagar down to a T XD XD XD Astala would be very “oh, it’s Novhen, it’s chill” at first to then seconds later think the thoughts about how much he might’ve changed since their last meeting and how loyal he might be to the wardens. Khêd has definitely been stealing stuff around the camp and has been caught doing so. Duncan’s poor second is at his wit’s end by this point. Sulri knows better than to steal and get caught. And Ilanlas is definitely tensing up right then and there, ready to run. He wouldn’t admit it, but he is worried

I do very much like the idea of Novhen being Warden Commander first. It makes a neat split for the two of them that one becomes arl(essa) and the other the Warden-Commander. This way, Ilanlas also has some time to get better at people-ing AND is spared the worst of the paperwork and can run around killing darkspawn. He’ll be right at home there. And he’ll hopefully still keep Novhen as a reliable guy in his esteem and not cause him too many grey hairs. Would he call Novhen “Commander” as a way to tease, sometimes? Definitely. But one has to liven the life of one’s superiors up a little. Also, I like that this way, Novhen’s decision to leave with Morrigan has more of a hit to it. He should include a “Good luck to Ilanlas with the paperwork” in his letter XD XD XD He’ll hear Ilanlas groan and complain all the way from wherever he is XD XD XD

Regarding Sten’s recruitment: in my canon, after nearly choking over the fact that the Revered Mother suggest 30 silver as a tithe to the Chantry (30 silver!!!!! 60 months of rent!!!!!!), she does very politely ask her to release Sten into her custody. And it works! She doesn’t have Leliana with her by that point, but she manages! Because she pays those bloody thirty silvers and it eats her up for the better part of the next few months. 30 silver!!!!! If she’d been able to pickpocket the good woman, she would’ve done so instead. Honestly, she’ll like Novhen’s approach much better

Also, Astala would think the scene with Radka clinging to Alistair to avoid falling up into the sky the funniest thing she’s seen in months. Expect her laugh to be a bit histerical, because by that point she just wants out of Orzammar, but it’s a laugh nonetheless

And I mean, getting a concussion and falling unconscious really isn’t hard to achieve. I once blacked out from a football to the head. If we just think of being reduced to 0 hitponts as falling unconscious (not actively dying like in DnD, and in Dragon Age the characters do just stay unconscious without rolling death saves or anything), then getting whacked over the head with a shield by an overexcited guard should do the trick. Maybe he got whacked twice bc he wouldn’t stay down after the first hit. If you want, though, we can definitely do it so Novhen was already a bit roughened up from the scuffles in the dungeons. Maybe somebody went for his head there already, and now that last hit when he tried to sneak away did the trick. They wouldn’t even be wearing helmets during the infiltration of the arl of Denerim’s estate, right?

If Novhen cautions subtlety, Astala’s definitely gonna hold herself to that. Purges are still a very real danger, and the Alienage cannot handle a second purge so close after the last one. And even if by that point they don’t know anything about that first purge, I think avoiding one in the first place would’ve been drilled into their heads by Adaia and others from a very early age on.Novhen being unable to fight would also push her towards not doing anything drastic. No need to put his life into any danger because she’s angry

And the bar might be in hell, but here the Tabrises are, limbo dancing with the devil (can’t take credit for that one. It’s from a tumblr post). And hey, Anora not being involved in the slave trade is... I mean, it sure is something! (laughing externally, crying internally). It’s good that Novhen and Astala are both on their guard around her, but there’s not much more they can do. For the time being, they need her support in front of the Landsmeet. Unless they want to force Alistair to be king, and neither of them wants that. They have a history with being forced into things they didn’t want (:

(Also, I do have a Cousland in the works 😌😌😌 Edmund, noble as they come, greatsword-wielding warrior, Astala’s personal nightmare. He means well but he’s got no clue XD XD XD I don’t think he’d try to wrestle control over the Landsmeet from Novhen though.

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Unless? 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Nah, just kidding)

Twins AU (Round 2)

Since our original post exchange got a tad bit long, @bumblerhizal I’m starting a new one here ^^ First, a few things on the doodles: I’m still cackling XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD Especially about Amell (Pavle) going all “woe is me! 😩😩😩” over the dirt on his favorite robe while these two Alienage kids with probably multiple patches and mends on their clothes just look at each other like “can you believe this guy” XD XD XD XD XD XD XD It’s sooooooooo good and I am now imagining Pavle coming face to face with Sigrun’s particular brand of cheerful dead inside XD XD XD The official Grey Warden merch is amazing and our guys are great models. I really want that on a shirt now (and I could, now that I think of it. Ooooooh it’s tempting). I love Valendrian’s grey hair counter. The expression is on point XD XD XD The Plum of Peace should be a Feastday gift. And it’s very good to see reference for Radka, Pavle and Mr Andras (Who looks so kind!!!!!) Mousevhen is absolutely adorable. I want to give him all the pickled beets in the world

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[lilacsbeeswax]

For regulus x potter reader maybe write something about how regulus shows up to the potters in the middle of the night like how Sirius did and he only asks for the reader bc he’s very upset but they didn’t want to make their relationship public so James is like wtf

Name: Safety

Pairing: Regulus Black x Fem!Potter!Reader

Fluff

Warnings: secret relationship, language, written during 3 separate 12 am writing sessions, kinda bad ending, possible inaccuracy, Regulus and Sirius’ parents :(, crying, use of Y/n, running away

Notes: I love the requests you sent in they are both beautiful and make me want to burst into tears right on spot. I hope you enjoy! 💕

“Alright kiddos,” My dad groans as he gets up from his spot on the couch, “I’m gonna go to bed. You can stay up a bit longer but, please, don’t cause harm to anything, okay?”

“Yeah, James, no more fires,” I quip, jokingly scowling at my older brother.

“That was one time!” James cries, obviously offended.

“I’m talking to you too, Y/n Potter, you both bring chaos into this house and I’m not looking to put out another fire at 3 in the morning,” Dad replies as he exits the room.

I turn to James and then look towards the pile of board and card games that we’ve collected over the years, “Uno?” I ask.

“Obviously,” He answers with a smirk.

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“Oh! You bitch!” James yells as I set down a wild draw four, forcing him to add 4 more cards to his 18 others.

knock... knock... knock... A rap sounds from the front door making both of our heads turn, who could be here at this time of night?

“I’ll get it,” James sighs as he stands up. “Grab your wand in case it’s a murderer and I need backup.”

I roll my eyes at his dramatics, but grab my wand from the side table nonetheless. These days you never know who could be lurking around the corner.

In the entryway, the front door creaks, and I hear James exclaim with a strange amount of abhorrence in his tone, “What are you doing here?”

The voice that follows makes me stand up and I have to physically restrain myself from running straight toward it. I, instead, creep to the door overhearing every strained word, “I just need to see Y/n. I have to see her, please.”

I turn the corner to see Regulus Black standing on the covered porch with tear-stained cheeks and dark circles under his eyes. He looks at me and his eyes light up, like a child receiving candy. He steps forward but stops himself from going any further obviously contemplating whether or not he should step in.

“Regulus? Are you okay?” I ask, rushing over to him and grabbing his face with both hands, searching for any sign of harm. He sets his hand onto one of my own and leans his forehead against mine. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, seemingly relieved.

“I’m so sorry, I just can’t do this without you,” He says as his voice quivers.

“It’s alright, lovey,” I reply, moving the hand he isn’t holding to run my fingers through his curls. “You can always come to me and I will be there, I promise.”

I lean in and kiss his lips savoring every second of the closeness. When we separate, I move to pull him into a long hug, his body is tense but melts into mine. It may be cliche but it feels like it’s only the two of us at this moment, unfortunately, it is not. James clears his throat and inquires, “What the fuck is happening?”

I separate from Regulus and step in front of him watching James shut the front door and walk back to the living room. We follow and observe him as he drops himself onto the couch and runs a hand over his face. James utters, “Well, are either of you going to explain, or do I just have to assume?”

“Well,” I begin, nervous for James’s reaction, “Regulus and I have been- well… dating for the past year or so.”

James opens his mouth as I try to speak but immediately closes it again, he repeats the cycle until he states, “Okay. Why are you here then, Black?”

“I, uh, it got really bad at Grimmauld Place earlier,” Regulus replies, looking down towards his feet. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“Where’s Sirius?” James asks quickly, more worried about his best friend than anyone else.

“I don’t know, he didn’t come home last night, he only left behind a note that said, ‘later bitches’. They didn’t believe me when I told them I don’t know where he went,” Regulus answers grimly, I grab his hand when I notice his eyes start watering.

“Alright, don’t think we’re done talking about this, because we’re not, but I’m gonna go look for Sirius. Get him some tea or something and don’t be gross, I’ll be back soon,” James sighs and runs to the fireplace. Regulus and I observe as he grabs a handful of Floo powder and steps in. He slams the powder down and exclaims an address then immediately disappears leaving behind only ash and green flames.

I sit down on the couch with Regulus and bring him into a big bear hug, knowing he didn’t like initiating affection but needed some for the moment. He buries his face into my neck and breathes in deeply. I feel hot tears slowly drip onto my skin but I do nothing but move a hand up to his curls.

“Thank you for being here,” Regulus mumbles.

I respond, “I will always be here, my love for you is eternal.”

He leans back looking me in the eyes, “I will forever love you, Y/n. You are the stars in my galaxy.” I look into his red-rimmed, glossy eyes smiling at him. He chuckles, “If he wasn’t so worried about Sirius, James would be kicking my ass right about now.”

“I hope that he would keep the ass-kicking to a minimum,” I laugh, knowing the worst James would do is ignore me for a few hours until giving up because he got bored. “Besides I’d save you from him.”

“Would you now?” He entertains, life coming back to his features as we talk.

“Of course, I love you too much to let you be ended by, James, of all people.”

“Merlin, what are we going to do?” Regulus groans, “By the time they get here Sirius and James will have decided whether they will speak to us ever again.”

“We will do what we’ve been doing this entire time, this is none of their business,” I quip, “Besides, you’re staying here from now on whether they like it or not.”

“Really?” He questions, “Can I?”

“Of course, I’ll talk to my mom and we’ll sort it out. You will never have to go back there again,” I reply, strength filling my words.

I don’t ask what happened that night, but based on the past I can infer what he’s been through. If I can help it, I will never Regulus go through that again.

I never did.

[bagelboys-withcreamcheese]

Incorrect VDL Gang Quotes

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Dutch: You win some, you lose some, but I just keep losing.

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Arthur, waking up and seeing Sean laying next to him: What happened?

Sean: You got knocked out so I laid next to you so people would think we’re just chilling.

Arthur: Sean, we’re in the middle of a shoot out.

John, laying on the other side of Arthur: Nah, we’re fine.

Arthur: Oh my god-

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Dutch: ‘Sea, I said no guns.

Hosea, armed to the teeth: Oh, I thought you said no gum.

Dutch: And yet you’re also chewing gum.

Hosea: *blows a bubble and lets it pop*

Hosea: I needed to establish dominance.

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Hosea: Pretty sure I’m going to hell because of our friendship.

Dutch: Last one there wins.

[Dutch won]

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Javier: Arthur, you’re finally h- what the hell are you wearing??

Arthur, in skunk boots and hat: It’s my ass kicking outfit, bitch-

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Dutch: This is Arthur, he returns to camp to either eat our food, say hi, or roast the fuck out of you. Sometimes all at once.

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John, drunk and crying: Do I look like a muppet??

Javier, also drunk and crying: Oh my god.

Arthur: *smiling and nodding*

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*at camp*

Hosea: Are you sure the boys can handle that job?

Dutch: They’ll be fine!

*cut to all the boys in the woods stark naked bc they decided to go swimming after the coach robbery*

John & Arthur: *having a bean eating contest*

Sean, Bill, Javier, & Lenny, aggressively chanting: BEANS BEAN BEANS BEANS B-

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Lenny: You are irrationally angry 365 days a year.

Bill: Well, that’s just your personal opinion, I don’t have anger issues. Do you guys think I have anger issues?

Javier: Well, I wouldn’t really call it an issue. An issue is something you can fix.

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Tilly: You really believe in Dutch?

Hosea: Luckily, he believes in himself enough for the both of us.

—

*sitting around the campfire during Sean’s party*

Arthur: And now for a gay update on Hosea and Dutch.

John, watching them hold hands and gaze into each other’s eyes: Getting gayer.

Arthur: Thank you, John.

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Dutch: Micah is in trouble.

Arthur: Alright. Struggling to give a fuck, if I’m honest.

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Pearson: Did you already get your stew?

Arthur: Yeah, it was good.

Pearson: Really?

Arthur: Don’t make me lie twice, Pearson.

—

Bill: What even is a food fetish?

Lenny: What-

Bill: Like are people attracted to certain foods?Like bacon?

Javier: No, it’s wearing the foods.

Bill: Like a costume?? How can you role play as food?? What would the dirty talk be like??

Sean: Preheat your oven cause I’m going in raw.

John: Do you like seafood? Wanna taste of these muscles?

Sean: Are you spaghetti cause I want you to meat my balls.

John: Call me peanut butter cause I’ll make your legs feel like jelly.

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Dutch: I'm a firm believer in ‘if you're going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly.’

[astorytotellyourfriends]

like. graduation day, 1986. eddie finally gets his diploma and the crowd of students and families is basically silent bc they’re all the worst, but you know who’s not silent? chrissy.

she stands up on her chair and claps and cheers as loud as she fucking can, despite jason trying to pull her down and shut her up. she shoves him away and pulls open her graduation gown to reveal a handmade corroded coffin shirt and she cheers even LOUDER as eddie jumps down from the platform and starts heading right for her.

chrissy crawls over the row of students in front of her and meets him halfway, leaping into his arms and kissing him right there in front of everyone. nobody knew they were even friends let alone together. as far as the rest of the school knew, jason and chrissy were still a thing.

(maybe technically they were, but that’s mostly jason’s fault for not believing it when chrissy said they were over.)

they don’t even wait for the rest of the ceremony to finish. they hightail it out of the gym/auditorium/whatever and make their grand getaway in eddie’s van, where chrissy had already stored a bag of all the things she couldn’t bear to leave behind in her parents’ house. they leave hawkins that same night.

cut to 1996 - hawkins high class of ‘86 reunion.

nobody expects chrissy and eddie to show up. why would they? he’s a rockstar, she’s a model/photographer, they’ve got way better things to do then show up to their high school reunion in their podunk hometown.

but they do. because why not? maybe it’s a little out of spite, wanting to rub it in everyone’s faces (jason) that they’re still together. that they’re happy. that everything worked out for them even though nobody believed it ever would.

they share laughs with old friends (nancy, jonathan, robin), they dance, they smile and wave at jason who’s just FUMING because up until they showed up he was bragging about how great his life is (and yeah, he’s doing pretty well for himself for never having left hawkins, but everyone can see he’s still fucking pissed about the freak stealing his girl).

and then chrissy and eddie decide to take a little walk down memory lane. they go by the drama room where eddie used to DM his hellfire campaigns and maybe he gets a little misty-eyed talking about the freshmen he took under his wing, wondering what they’re doing now and if they still play.

it’s in that moment that chrissy decides to tell eddie what she’s been holding back for a little while now. they’ve talked about it in the abstract, but it’s always been something that they both agreed they wouldn’t want to happen until they were both ready.

chrissy’s ready. she wants to have a baby.

eddie kisses her so hard he almost knocks her off her feet entirely. chrissy’s giggles quickly turn to moans and she tries to resist, to say not here, but eddie doesn’t wanna wait and well, chrissy doesn’t really want to, either.

when they leave hawkins high later that night, eddie asks chrissy if she’s glad they came back, if it was worth it after all these years. she turns the question around on him first, because she has a feeling she already knows the answer. he tells her that it was absolutely worth it to see the look on jason’s face, but he would’ve been just as happy staying home in la with her.

she then tells him that she agrees, and that it was the perfect confirmation that they did the right thing by leaving ten years ago. that she did the right thing by falling in love with him, not that she ever thought it was a mistake.

he pulls her close, looking every bit as besotted as the day she kissed him during graduation, and tells her well ain’t i just the luckiest guy in the world?

thinkin’ about eddie and chrissy going to their ten year high school reunion and having a lil breakdown about it nbd

[adorerdraco]

Not My Type (Like You) ✧ Draco x Reader

Request: you should like do a one shot or even another mini series about amortentia/love potions in general. i’d soooo read that

AU SEVENTH YEAR WHERE VOLDY NEVER CAME BACK <3 f**k that mf !

italics are for flashbacks <3 i love them if you couldn’t tell 

Warnings: mean!draco, cursing, more mature themes/ideas, little bit of spice towards the end teehee but not too much bc idk how to write smut to save my life

Words: 4.5K

A/N: I saw a tiktok that kinda inspired this and i couldn’t get the idea out of my heaaaad if anyone knows which one im talking ab send it my way so i can show !!!! ALSO I LOVE THIS ONESHOT I LOVE DRACO AND I AM IN MY FEELINGS this might be my new favoriteeeee

Draco Malfoy was insufferable.

The Prince of Slytherin was unbearable for many reasons, things you've been taking notice of since your first year at Hogwarts when you accidentally had the ”pleasure” of interacting with him when he called you stupid in a class for reciting a spell incorrectly. That day, a hostility blossomed. A hostility that ensued nothing but teasing, mocking, and criticizing that would sometimes go too far and you'd both have to be pulled away from each other by your friends’ before either of you said anything excessively harsh that had no return.

You often felt like Malfoy sought you out to bother you and only for that. You could be sitting in the Quad with friends, conversing and laughing like nothing in the world mattered, and a few minutes later you'd be hurling insults towards the blond across the courtyard after he would yell something infuriating to you with that smug smirk on his face and his goons laughing wildly beside him as if he just said the most hilarious thing they've ever heard. 

On the days you’d ignore him, not having the patience or the energy to deal with him, he would still somehow find a way to push your buttons. Little things here and there like passing you in the corridors and tugging at the ends of your hair gingerly like a child but enough to tick you off or sending you notes from across the class in the form a small fluttering bird with a lousy drawing of you usually with a message along the lines of, “Y/L/N, hopefully, this note finds itself in the nest of hair you have today xx DM.”

In all honesty, there wasn’t a day you didn’t encounter Draco and it’s been that way for seven long years. Neither of you ever gotten tired of mildly or spitefully bullying each other and neither of you ever dreamed of stopping. He was one of the few constants in your daily life, and you in his. It was like you both lived on annoying the other, and in the midst of all the chaos that you brought to one another; there was a small, teeny, tiny acquaintance - not that either of you would ever admit it. You may have noticed it the time you bet each other ten galleons for who would win in the Triwizard Tournament your fourth year and he bet on Viktor Krum while you on Cedric Diggory. (he’s very much alive i refuse to think otherwise.)

“So you’re telling me, your mother is the reason why you’re not at Durmstrang,” you scoffed. “This whole time I could have been saved four years of headaches.”

“You’re just jealous some of us have more opportunities than others,” he snarks back pompously. “Unlike you, I hardly believe you would be graceful enough to even be considered admission into Beauxbatons.”

You had gone to see the last task of the competition just like the rest of the schools, all packed tightly onto the stands and watching carefully the exit of the maze. Naturally, you had arrived with your own friend groups, but somewhere during the time of sitting there and even being a few rows behind the blond and his minions, the two of you had met in the middle bench after he was trying to prove something wrong to you. 

When Cedric appeared back in front of the stands with the glowing Triwizard cup held high over his head in victory and every Hogwarts student loudly celebrating, you had jumped up from your seat and shook wildly an irked Draco beside you. He roughly shrugged your hands off his stiff shoulder, looking up at you with a sneer that you met with a bright beaming smile.

“Pay up, Malfoy!” You held out your hand towards him, opening and closing your fingers to receive the bet money. “I believe it was ten galleons you owe me.”

He begrudgingly reached into his coat pocket and fished out the coins, counting them defeatedly before tossing them into your palm. “What a waste of galleons.”

“Hey, you made the bet,” you reminded him with a still very bright smile. You shoved the money into your pockets, keeping one of the gold coins in between your fingers, and gave him a small hair ruffle that he harshly recoiled from before you turned to jump back up towards the level of stands your friends were originally sitting at.

“Were you really sitting with Malfoy this whole time?” One of your friends questioned when you reached them, a goading smirk on his face.

“Ooooh, she definitely was,” another friend piped up, wiggling her eyebrows. “They’re obsessed with each other.”

“Shut up,” you smack her arm casually, showing the pair the one gold galleon you were holding. “We are not. I was only sitting with him to get my bet money.”

“Sure,” they drawled in unison, sniggering when you threw your head back in annoyance.

You looked down the rows to see the mop of white hair you just sent into disarray. He was slowly descending the stairs of the stands with Crabbe and Goyle following closely behind him. Almost as if he felt your eyes on his back, he turned back to look at you, his cold gray eyes gazing into yours. It was like everything around you went quiet, the only thing in your focus was him and all you could do was stare back. It wasn’t until your friends started stifling laughter and whispering “aww’s” that you snapped out of the short-lived and odd few second trance you were in. He waited for you to do something before he turned back around, and you did - by holding up both hands; the one golden galleon on your left and your middle finger on your right, grinning to yourself when he rolled his eyes throwing you the finger right back before he finally disappeared into the mob of people below.

You were briskly walking down the corridors, books held tightly to your chest with your friend at your side while you made your way to Advanced Potions with Slughorn after Snape finally made his way into the DADA position. It was an easy class, potions being something you had a knack for and it gave you enough leisure to mess with your “favorite” Slytherin who shared it with you. 

“Look there goes your boyfriend,” your friend teases, elbowing your upper arm roughly and nodding her head down towards the hall to the tall blond appearing around the corner and entering swiftly into the class.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you hiss. “I’m tired of everyone saying that. I hate him and he hates me, end of story.”

“You know when you say you hate him, it just sounds like the opposite,” she says tauntingly. “Besides, hate is a strong word and very misplaced. Maybe, it’s just years of built-up tension that both of you have been too nervous to do anything about.”

“Tension? Yeah, I want to strangle him,” you laugh to yourself at the thought.

“Not that tension, idiot,” she shakes her head, “I mean sexual tension...clearly.”

You gave her a horrified look mixed between being disgusted and being offended. You held your hand over your mouth and pretended to gag as dramatically as you could. “I am appalled that you would even say that. I would rather be locked in a room with Filch and Peeves and hear them argue and fight all day than to be with Malfoy like that.”

“Come on, think about it,” she encourages, stopping the two of you a little ways away from the classroom. “You guys 'hate' each other?” She finger quotes the hate, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “When you hate someone, you don’t go out of your way to talk to them every day.”

“It’s not like that,” you wave a hand dismissively. “Also, this isn’t a cliche, this is real life. We hate each other, that is all there is to it.”

You picked up the walk again, your friend to following behind you while letting out a deep and exhausted sigh. You couldn’t help but think about what she said, sure, perhaps at one point you thought Draco was attractive with his bright silver hair, his glittering gray eyes, his little button nose that he would crinkle up every other word he spoke in his charming haughty voice, or the way he’d tower over you in the middle of a conversation gone wrong and he’d be talking lowly to you but all you’d be able to focus on was the sweet scent of apples and cologne that radiated off of him.

“No,” you whispered almost silently to yourself, forcing yourself out of your thoughts and shaking your head from side to side as if it was going to get the image out of your head. He was mean, disrespectful, arrogant, and insulted you daily - even if you both laughed about it or gave props for the perfect jabs.

The first thing your eyes landed on when you walked into the dingy Potions classroom was Draco, his focus trained on the ceiling as if he was deep in thought. Just as his eyes were about to flicker down towards you, and sensing that he was about to, you quickly avoided his gaze and concentrated onto Slughorn who was waiting patiently by his desk with a bubbling cauldron for you and your friend to join the crowd in front of him.

“Great! Now that we’re all here,” Slughorn began excitedly, fixing the sleeves of his robes as he grabbed the ladle in the cauldron and began stirring it while continuing his lecture. 

You were trying to listen, capturing only the professor’s last sentence as he called on someone who raised their hand. All attention was thrown out the window when you realized Draco was standing near said classmate, a look of annoyance suddenly clouding his features when his pale eyes met yours.

“What?” He mouthed. You ignored him, trying to turn your concentration back onto Slughorn but nothing he was saying made sense, and right as you caught a word you did understand, a shuffling and an abrupt arm knocking into yours threw you right back out of the loop.

“Watch it,” you snap hushedly when you notice who it is. “Why are you over here?”

“I can’t say hello to my number one fan?” He whispers back, snickering slightly when you scoffed quietly.

“Fan? Says the one who shoved his way through the crowd to come over here,” you grumble, crossing your arms. 

“I hardly shoved,” he mutters. “I only moved because I couldn’t see Slughorn from where I was standing. Not everything’s about you.”

“Really? Because to me, it seemed like you came over here for my attention.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, a patronizing smile making its way onto his face. The type of typical boy smile where his mouth is half agape with his tongue smoothing over his teeth as he stared off across the room with his fingertips rubbing thoughtfully against his jawline as he thought of what to say. You stood still as he bent down, nearing his mouth towards your ear and whispering hotly, “you wish, darling.”

Slughorn sent everyone to their paired tables, and as everyone began moving and Draco sauntered off away from you, you stood stuck there, shocked with the lingering chills that were sent down your spine from your archnemesis’ comment.

“I told you, you’re into each other,” your friend sang expectantly from behind you, grabbing onto your sleeve and directing the two of you towards your table. 

You were working peacefully at your workspace, cutting up, peeling, and crushing the ingredients that your friend was sliding across the surface to you. In the table behind you was where Draco was working annoyingly quiet, tossing the stripped stems of the roses at you that you had to peel, tiny thorns pricking at your ankles through your socks since the bigger thorns had been taken off for the potion. As payback, you would throw back loose extra pearl dust you ground up, giggling tauntingly when he would frown at you for getting the coarse white powder all over his Italian leather shoes and most definitely inside of them as well.

When you, and seemingly the rest of the class, had finally thrown in all the ingredients and the potion promptly finished brewing, beautiful clouds of white and pink smoke began rising from the cauldrons, each one having a lovely scent of first; freshly pressed high-priced linens, then a faint smell of a brand new racing broom out of a box with a freshly polished wood handle that then quickly transformed into a sweet harvest of apples, green specifically, and finally...

“Ugh, gross,” you pinched your nostrils closed, turning your body around and sending a scowl towards Draco’s way. “Malfoy, we get it, your cologne is expensive, now stop spraying it. I was smelling all these wonderful things and you ruined it.”

He arched an eyebrow at you, looking at you as if you were crazy. “Are you mad? I didn’t spray anything, I think you’ve finally lost it.”

“Well you laid it on too heavy this morning then, it reeks in here.”

“You’re one to talk, Y/L/N. Did you bathe yourself in that dreadful perfume you wear just now? And that ghastly lip shiner thing you use,” He sneers, crinkling up his nose. “I can’t even think straight, I might vomit.”

“Lip shiner? It’s called lip balm, you prat,” you retort, crossing your arms angrily. “Either way, I haven’t used or sprayed anything either so-”

“For Merlin’s sake!” Your friend suddenly exasperated loudly from beside you making you briskly whirl around to look at her, a look of pure annoyance etched onto her face. “Are you two really that daft? Honestly? Have you been paying attention to anything other than each other? For instance, the potion we just made?”

This gained the attention of your classmates around you in the surrounding tables, turning their heads slightly but not obviously with small knowing smirks on their faces while they snickered quietly and listened. It was soundless as you reached towards the book in front of your friend, pulling it painstakingly slow towards you in fear of the words that were written on the open page.

“Amortentia,” you muttered glumly as you read the page, pushing it away from you dejectedly as everything began to click.

“The reason you’re both smelling each other is because you’re what the other desires and is attracted to. Wow, what a revelation! As if the whole school didn’t already know.”

You were afraid to turn around. You could feel the cold and hard pair of eyes burning holes onto your back and the immediate amount of whispers and giggles of the people around you. Luckily, Slughorn was busy at the other end of the room, working diligently with another pair of students who managed to mess up their potion. 

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” Draco announces finally.

“What’s so ridiculous about it?” You questioned, your heart falling to the pit of your stomach when you turned again and took notice of the way his lips were curling upwards as if it was the most disgusting thing he could have ever heard.

“Think about it, Y/L/N,” he deadpans. “Why would I ever desire someone like you?”

There had been occasions over the years when you were in this situation. None as drastic and as revealing, but there would be times when friends and others would poke fun and say the exact same thing your friend told you earlier. The usual, “they got the hots for each other!” and you would always brush it off and joke about how you could never, and he’d do the same. It was always amongst laughs and jokes, but as you looked at the Slytherin in front of you - there wasn’t a hint of amusement on his hardened face.

“Piss off, Malfoy,” you seethed, biting down hard on your lip to refrain from lashing out either in tears or in insults, you couldn’t decide. “If I’m so revolting, leave me alone from now on, I mean it.”

“I never said that,” he argues. “You’re just simply not my type.”

For some eerie, awful reason, the words tore into you like a sharpened knife going easily through butter. You were used to his insults, his mocking, his comments about your appearances - but this hurt, and you couldn’t explain why. You thought, for a second, possibly, that maybe your friend was right. Maybe there was a hidden attraction you had for the platinum blond that you buried deep away and one that he had for you. There was no way that was the case now, not at all. 

And for the first time in your life, you couldn’t be more sure of a simple little fact.

You hated him.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

You don’t know how long you spent sitting in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, back against the cold tiled wall with your knees brought up to your chest. Your friends had tried to console you after the public rejection and humiliation, but their words only made you feel worse. You felt silly for being so bothered about being rejected by Malfoy, he wasn’t exactly someone you fancied, to begin with.

After dinner, you went off the grid and found yourself where you’re now sitting. The ghostly girl flew restlessly around you, popping out of her stall now and then to chat but then going back into her abyss of nothing when she learned you were still upset. You noticed it made her a little too pleased, considering the fact it was always her who was miserably wailing about her problems in the bathroom. She tried to hide it and let you talk to her about how you felt, but she gave terrible advice most of the time. 

“Well, if it was me, I would have never started fancying someone who was mean to me,” she mumbled. “Like when Paul Wighorn made fun of my hair for a whole year and laughed when I cried. I hated his guts then and I still do now.”

She had a point, but she was also Myrtle. Nothing about the overly dramatic ghost made sense.

“I don’t fancy him, It’s just weird,” you trail off. “I can’t imagine a day without him, even if he is a complete arse. We always joked about how we hated each other, but I didn’t think he actually meant it, I guess.”

“I think you do fancy him, though,” she whispers knowingly in your ear, making you flinch from her cold draft. “Stop denying it, it’ll only keep making you feel worse. Amortentia doesn’t lie, silly. Maybe when you drink it, but before that, all real feelings are there, whether you know it or not.”

You sat quietly, taking in her words before something came crashing down onto you like a wall of bricks.

“I suppose that means he’ll have to stop denying it too,” she adds thoughtfully. 

“Myrtle,” you rush to get up, smoothing your hair down profusely and fixing the wrinkles in your clothes. “You’re a genius.”

“I am?” She asks excitedly. “What did I say?”

You waved her off, giving her another thank you before rushing out of the bathroom and into the empty corridors. You were trying to go back to your dorm to sleep, hoping that when tomorrow came you would be bold enough to confront the Slytherin Prince but it was thirty minutes past curfew, something you didn’t notice until you were bustling down the steps in a rush and came face to face with the man of the hour himself doing his Prefect patrolling duties.

“Go to your dorm, Y/L/N,” he sneers. “I’ll take away house points, don’t test me,”

“I don’t believe you.”

“That I’ll take away house points? Watch me. Five-”

“No, you twat,” you groan, swatting his arm with your hand. “I don’t believe that I’m not your type.”

He stayed wordless for a moment, biting the inside of his cheeks and clenching his jaw as he peered down at you from his lanky height. “Why not?”

“Because I didn’t think you were my type until the amortentia made me aware of it,” you answer quietly. “Actually, my friend had a hand in it, but it was mostly the potion.”

Silence, again. Still and deadly. You could hear the large clocks around the school tick and tock, the hundreds of paintings snoring peacefully or chattering quietly. You avoided looking up at the boy in front of you, all of a sudden feeling small under his gaze until you felt cold fingers brush against your cheekbone and then softly through your hair causing you to finally look up into the soft wandering almost blue eyes. 

“I didn’t find out with the amortentia,” he muttered almost reluctantly as if it was the most difficult thing he had to reveal. “I’ve known I’ve liked you for a while.”

“How long is a while?” You curiously wonder aloud.

“I’m not telling,” he smirks. “Perhaps you’ll figure it out one day.”

Both hands came up to rest on your cheeks, slightly cold but soft and tender. It sent chills throughout your body as he took a step closer to you and then closer, backing you carefully into the diagonally ascending stone wall that went in the direction of the stairs. Your breathing was getting uneven, you noticed the way you accidentally switched to manually forcing yourself to inhale and exhale normally when he leaned down with his face now being mere centimeters from yours. It was torture, having your eyes closed and feeling the way his nose was brushing against yours, minty breath warm against your lips as he ghosted over them with his. He was so close, you smelt everything that was in the damn potion that got you here. It sent flutters of warmth down your body, trickling down and seeping deeply into every bone in your body as if this is was the remedy its been needing. This is what you’ve been missing.

When you finally felt a soft pair of lips being pressed into yours, it felt almost unreal that you were there. It was awkward the first couple of seconds, both of you wondering how in the world had you gotten yourselves in this position, but after you relaxed and he found his Prince of Slytherin confidence - it was magic. His lips moved languidly against yours, affectionately and full of longing. He kept his hands on your cheeks, still timid to move anywhere else while you kept yours resting lightly on his sides. It scared you a little, how fast and how easily you melted into each other, like if this was something you’ve been doing with him for years rather than torment the other for laughs. 

You hated the feeling when he pulled away, a gust of freezing castle air passing through the space between you and cooling your lips and face from his contact. His hands dropped down to his sides and he looked down at you with a small smile, a teeny bit smug, but happy. You wanted to feel the same way, but a question still loomed over your head, overpowering the giddiness you were vividly feeling.

“Why did you lie earlier?” You question softly, directing your gaze to the floor. “In class, I mean.”

He thought about his answer for a second, sighing deeply when he realized he had to uncover more truths about himself to you. You took a mental observation at that, he didn’t like to talk about feelings. “You didn’t say anything. Didn’t even look at me. I thought I’d beat you to it and reject you before you could reject me.”

“What made you think I’d reject you?” You coaxed. “Other than the fact that I made you a sworn enemy at eleven.”

“Exactly that,” he laughed lightly. “You’re unpredictable, Y/N.”

You smiled to yourself at the realization that he finally used your first name. “So are you, Draco.”

“Not really,” he grins. “Like in just a few moments, for example, I’m going to start snogging you.”

You opened your mouth to encourage him but shut it quickly when he closed the space between the two of you again, this time much closer than he was before. He was flush against you, and when you say you could feel everything; you could feel everything. You were almost begging for him to lean down and kiss you again by the time you felt his hands on you again, running delicately around the exposed skin of your hips when your shirt hiked up an inch on accident. He leaned down again, and with the advantage of his lowered height, you let your hands slide up his arms, biceps, and ultimately the nape of his neck where your fingers continued up into his hair. The breathiest gasp escaped his throat as you tugged at the ends gently, smirking to yourself when he closed his eyes in delight at the touch.

His lips came down onto your fast this time and hastily, pressing himself impossibly closer into you. You could feel his grip tighten against your hips, his hold moving upwards onto your waist as he continued to kiss you fervently. His teeth bit down softly on your bottom lip and you wasted no time in parting them slightly for his tongue to meet yours. You tugged at the platinum strands of hair again, feeling triumphant when a low groaning sound emitted from his throat at the sensation as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss further.

You knew you were done for when one of his hands slowly slid up your upper body, stopping first at your collarbones with warm fingertips fluttering over the skin, before he moved it upwards completely and he now had his large hand wrapped comfortably around your neck. You gasped in delight into the kiss, a swarm of butterflies going directly to your lower stomach as he squeezed against the artery in your neck meticulously, the coldness from his Malfoy family crest ring only adding fuel to the fire. He tore his mouth away from yours with his hand still clutched firmly around your throat and you were almost sent into orbit with the look he was giving you. A look filled with desire, adoration, and intensity - his pale gray eyes were much darker, almost a dark blue that resembled the starry night sky on a summer night.

Lips reattached themselves roughly and feverishly against your jawline, peppering long and tender kisses all the way towards your ear and then down towards your collarbones where he was beginning to undo the rest of the top buttons of your school dress shirt. You felt him smile against your hot skin when you’d writhe underneath him, emitting weak whimpers that you couldn’t hold back that he ended up having to clasp a free hand over your mouth as he whispered into your ear to stay quiet.

It didn’t matter that you were in the middle of a poorly lit corridor where anyone could walk past and see the frenzy that was unfolding, nor did it matter to Draco that his Prefect duties were long forgotten. Your friend was right, and everyone else for that matter; it wasn’t hate you felt for the blond at all, it was years and years of a craving and a hidden yearning packed with displaced tension.

And now, you were both exactly where you wanted to be; together.