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maple-the-awesome · 7 months

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Friend or Foe || Part 1/3

Part 2 || Part 3

Pairings: Four, Hyrule, Legend x GN Reader

Overview: Link visits an alternate world without its hero and, more importantly, a version of you without your Link. Unfortunately, it seems even the smallest of details can lead to disastrous results. In spirt of October and Halloween, I've decided to do a little evil prompt because none of the Links have enough emotional damage yet😈

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Four has known you since childhood, both of your families having been good friends for generations. You've always been peas in a pot together with a level of closeness that results in a lot of ‘old married couple’ jokes. You're usually the first person Four returns to after his adventures, never sparing a single detail as he knows he can trust you with his life if it were to come down to it which makes this situation so perplexing...

This you is nothing like his dear friend back home. You don't have that same sweet smile that makes his heart do loops of delight, rather a wicked grin that makes his stomach turn in disgust. When he heard murmurs about an evil magic-wielder terrorizing this world, it would've been his last guess that such a person could look exactly like you - same face, same name, same everything!

"What an interesting assortment of weapons, especially this one!" Four bites back a snarl when this cursed version of you holds the Four Sword high into the sky with a teasing smirk, "It's practically dripping with magic. Where did you get it? ...Still not going to answer me? Oh, but you were so talkative earlier - what, with all your meaningless questions and desperate begging.”

Trapped behind cold iron bars, all Four can do is watch helplessly as you search through the rest of the items you’ve stolen from him, making little comments here and there which he refuses to acknowledge (he’s learned from Vaati that responses are only encouragement). The others should be here to rescue him soon anyway. In the meantime, he’s trying to make sense of this whole situation as he has been since you first caught him.

'This just can't be our flower. I refuse to believe it. They'd never be so cruel to us like this! They're our friend!'

'Of course they aren’t, you idiot! There's no way they'd be evil at all! This scum is an imposter and the second we get out of this prison we'll teach them a lesson about why they shouldn’t dare tarnish an angel's name like -!'

'- Calm down. We're in a different version of Hyrule which means this is more than likely this kingdom’s version of -'

'- Hogwash! Don’t you dare finish that sentence! They'd never act like this even in a different world!'

'I don’t want to believe it either, however the fact of the matter is it isn’t impossible. Think about it. Everything about this world is similar to our own excluding our existence. There is no hero meaning we weren’t ever there to protect them. Did you think about that?'

'...No...'

'That's so sad!'

Four must agree with his arguing thoughts. Although this you isn't the one he has waiting for him back home, he can't help feeling some pity towards you, refusing to believe you could simply be born evil. Something led you down this path you currently trek, and maybe this world isn't necessarily within his range of responsibility, however he still feels a bit guilty for not being able to help any version of you, here or there.

Hyrule met you shortly after meeting Zelda which was natural considering you were the eldest child of the crown. He must admit he's unfortunately never gotten the chance to know you too well, seeing as you have so many responsibilities that keep you busy while he, himself, is often sidetracked venturing through a broken world, yet nevertheless, he does know you to be a kind and generous leader - someone he’s always admired very deeply which is why he’s having so much trouble accepting you could ever be like this…

This kingdom has a sort of sadness that flows throughout the dusty sky and crumbled grass. Legend mentioned something about visiting a kingdom like it before, although Hyrule wonders now if all aspects of the Vet's experiences would match. He would ask, however such a question wouldn't be appropriate at the moment given as both heroes have been brought to their knees, spears held close to their heads to keep them submissive (not that it gets rid of Legend's scowl).

When Hyrule first laid eyes on you while being forced him to take a knee in front of your throne, he had been relieved, so certain that you'd immediately wave off your hostile guards and take note of the obvious misunderstanding that has occurred, after all this traveler is a dear friend of yours who should be treated as such. Alas, Hyrule shivers instead, frozen under your cold gaze as you glare down upon Legend and him.

"These are the heroes you found? I thought they'd be taller - more a threat than little mice," You sigh boredly with your head rested against your hand, although you do take a second longer to admire Hyrule, smirking at the boy who unlike his feisty friend looks absolutely petrified to be in your presences.

Pushing yourself off your throne, you approach the poor boy and kneel before him. Despite his attempt to flinch away, you still succeed in running your hand against his cheek, "...Oh, but you're a cutie, aren't you? A rare gem in a world so broken."

At least you're aware of the current status of this kingdom. Hyrule would like to think that with some bitterness in mind, however he actually manages to feel sympathetic while watching you wander back to your throne, not missing that frown upon your face.

It’s then that he’s reminded of a story his friends and him were told upon arrival here - that this world’s hero had died tragically many years ago. There’s no evidence that this world’s current state is because of you which means you could’ve simply inherited a cursed throne and allowed your own heart to hardened under the depressing circumstances, a fate Hyrule fears might have easily occurred to his own version of you as well if not for the support you had received from your siblings and himself. If only you weren’t alone in this world. Maybe then you could have become a beloved queen here, too.

Legend denies that he ever knew you; it hurts too much to accept otherwise. For the short time that he had known you, you had been a light in his life, always so sweet and magical in a way that could lift even the darkest of thoughts. There's a side of him who wishes every night that he'll be blessed with a dream about you because much to his dismay, that's his only way of seeing you again. He'd give anything to meet you in person once more even if for just a second, but not like this...

He's trying hard to keep the scowl on his face - trying to act unintimated, trying to act annoyed - despite how much his heart is aching deep down. He can feel his eyes burning. He can taste iron as he bites down upon his lip, praying to Hylia he'll wake up any moment now.

Promptly after arriving in this Hyrule, the Chain had received several warnings from locals about a ‘demon’ which lurks in the night. They claim that the creature only ever appears in the shadows, preying upon weak minds and cursing them with cruel nightmares.

Legend, of course, dismissed it all as a story meant to scare children, even going as far as to give Warrior a hard time for being jumpy while the group was setting up camp in a forest right outside of town. Unlike some of the others, Legend doesn’t care if the wind whispers or how certain trees around them look like faces, and he was actually sleeping quite well amongst it all until getting up to go to the bathroom.

Walking back into camp, he had been alarmed to notice a cloaked figure hovering right above Wild, their hand outstretched towards his head as the Champion shifted and whimpered in his sleep. Everyone else appeared to already be in similar states of distress, even Time’s stone expression crinkled in pain.

"HEY! GET AWAY FROM THEM!" Legend was quick to shout, catching the monster's attention before drawing his sword which he had thankfully taken with him earlier. He planned on fighting off the beast then hopefully waking the others from their nightmares, yet instead he found himself trapped in one of his own when the cloaked figure removed their hood.

Now he can't move, frozen in terror as he tries desperately to shake the feeling...No...No, it can't be you. This is a trick - an illusion the monster has created to mess with him. You would never stain your beautiful face with such a wicked smile. You'd never hurt anything or anyone the way this thing already has!

Regardless of his doubt, Legend can only shake as you approach a lot faster than he can process, likely aided by your ability to effortlessly float his way. Whether due to a spell of yours or a result of his own weak will, he doesn't jerk away like he wants to when you run a hand over his cheek, cooing in a mocking way, "Aw, get a lot of nightmares, do you honey?"

"N-No. Not at all," He manages, at last finding the strength to swing your way which is an action helped by closing his eyes. If he can't see your face, he won't have to battle his concern over hurting you; he can better convince himself that you aren't truly here as you've never been.

"Liar," You easily dodge him, using merely two fingers to grab his sword midair. Keeping it in place, you lean forward, your breath making his legs wobble as the tears finally begin to prick in the corners of his eyes, "I can read your thoughts - see your fears…Oh, but this is far worse than any nightmare you've had, isn't it, my dear? Far worse than any I could bestow upon you with my magic. Poor thing. You miss them terribly, don't you? If that's the case, then you shouldn’t avoid me so. Soak it up. Remember what I look like. After all, it's the last chance you'll ever get to reach out and touch me."

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dreamywriter143 · 1 year

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Nga Yawne Lu Oer

Title: Nga Yawne Lu Oer

Genre: Fluff, Slow-Burn, Unrequited love, Love-Triangle/Square?, Angst, SFW, NSFW (like one chapter later on, MDNI), Romance.

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: Depictions of battles, blood/weapons, NSFW (later on) and it’s NOT incest. (That will also be revealed, much later on) Also, all the characters are AGED-UP (Neteyam and Ao’nung are the eldest being 18 etc…..)

Parings: Neteyam X Reader, Lo’ak X Reader, Ao’nung X Reader

Summary: Y/N, the twin sister of Tsireya and eldest daughter of Ronal and Tonowari is faced with new challenges and obstacles as the Sully’s arrive to Awa'atlu. Y/N cant help but be amazed by the new Na’vi, who intrigue her as well as raise a sense of connection within them. What will she do when lives are in danger? When the RDA attack? Or more Importantly, when her heart is torn between the two brothers who steal her breathe away upon first contact?

Word count: 3.5k

Chapter Seven: Late Night Endeavor's ________________________________

~Y/N POV~

"Pst!" Tsireya says trying to gain my attention as my back faces her. I ignore her and continue to stay under the covers. "I know your awake!" she whispers again, a little louder then before. I quickly flip around laying down the other way to face her, Tsireya stares into my eyes a smile on her features.

"What!?" I say in a harsh whispered tone, quite enough so that Ao'nung wouldn't hear us. "Why are you still awake?" She questions her face watching out for my reaction. Ever since Neteyam asked me to meet up for some lessons I couldn't sleep. If Tsireya would just fall asleep I would have been able sneak out. But she was being a bother.

Worrying about being late I let out a defeated sigh. "I was going to meet up with....Neteyam for some lessons" I admit feeling heat on my cheeks. Tsireya covers her mouth letting out a muffled squeal. I roll my eyes at her dramatic antics. "Oh my god! I knew there was a spark!" She squeals making me shush her, looking around for any movement before continuing.

"There is no spark Skxawng! I'm helping him with sign language. He is.....curious. And eager to learn!" I explain making her lay her head back down.

"You sure it's...Neteyam only? Not....Lo'ak?" She asks her excitement leaving her body. I frown and shuffle closer to her.

"No, it was Neteyam who asked me. Why?"

"It's n-nothing! Just wondering"

I feel a tiny smile from seeing my sister trying to hide her obvious jealousy. "So you and Lo'ak huh?" I tease lightly making her flush purple as she hides her face in her palms "kehe! (No!) of course not. I'm just....curious about him. That's all. Just like how you are with Neteyam" she explains making me shrug.

"Sure, whatever floats your boat" I say getting up slowly. I look over at the dividing cloth between our side and our parents side. Seeing no movement I look to Ao'nung seeing his chest rise and fall at an even rate. "Are you going now?" She asks as I nod, folding my covers. "Be careful." She whispers quietly.

"I'm always careful"

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I jog towards the sand bank seeing someone sitting on the sand, their eyes towards the sky. Recognizing that it's Neteyam I take a seat beside him, catching my breath.

"Did you run all the way here?" Neteyam asks amused, noticing my shortness of breath. I chuckle holding up a finger, making him wait so I can catch my breathe.

"Y-yes. I'm sorry I'm late" I say looking to meet his eyes. He laughs, a sound that seems to make me tingle all over. "Someone was eager to see me" he teases making my eyes widen. "N-no way! If anything, You're eager . Why did you wait so long? You could have left" I argue making him raise his hands up in mock surrender. "Guilty as charged." He admits.

Seeing the opportunity and not wanting to waste any time I grab his hand, to which he flinches slightly making me let go out of fear. "Oh! Sorry. I have a habit of doing that. I'm so sorry if it made you uncomfortable" I say quickly.

'How many times am I going to mess up today?'

"No, it's fine. Just caught me off guard. You do that to any guy?" He asks smirking slightly.

"No way! I just have a habit holding my sisters and brothers hands. Sometimes the children when I teach them. It's a habit" I say defensively. He laughs taking my hand into his, I try savor the way his hands wrap against mine, so warm it felt like a hug.

"Ok then, let's make it a habit. Though don't mistake me for a child you are teaching.... Where are we going?" He asks as I pull him up with me.

"I'll need my Iiu. Seeing as you're still learning, you'll have to ride with me" I say looking to the sea. I make distinct chirping and clicking sounds waiting for Atan to come to me.

I feel Neteyam get tense beside me. "Are you sure? Will your Iiu allow me?" He asks recalling what Ao'nung told him. I chuckle at him pulling him with me into the shallows as I catch sight of Atan. "Don't worry, it's about time I formally introduce you. He won't let you ride him alone. But if I'm there he should be fine" I say as I let go to Neteyam's hand turning to Atan.

As he fully surfaces I notice how he stares at Neteyam behind me. He growls lowly as I grab his face looking into his eyes. "Atan, my beautiful Atan. I want you to meet my friend" I say as he purrs, leaning into me. I turn away as I point to Neteyam. "He's a dear friend of mine. Please behave. For me?" I say softly.

I feel the growl slowly die down as he looks at Neteyam. Who hasn't moved out of fear. Atan seems to understand turning around. I smile gesturing Neteyam to come closer. As soon as he does I get on Atan, securely holding on.

"Come on. I don't think he'll allow you to hold him. So you can hold on to me" I say seeing him gulp nervously. Maybe he is still scared of Atan. I pet his head waiting for Neteyam to get on. When he does he almost looses his footing, but luckily my other hand shoots out grabbing his as I pull him up.

"There you go. Now, you can hold me wherever you like. Just make sure it's tight. Atan is very fast for his size" I explain. After a few moments of waiting, I feel his hands, slowly and carefully wrap around my waist. It feels warm and ticklish all at once. I hold back my blush as I glance back to make sure he's ok. I see Neteyam look at my hair, as if to scared to look into my eyes.

"I-I'm comfortable. Shall we g-go?" He says softly against my ear. It felt so...sensual. Gulping back the lump in my throat I look forward.

"Let's go!"

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We finally reach our destination, it's at the further end of the island. As we dismount Atan I grab Neteyam's hand again pulling him with me. This part of the island had more trees. Tress I've tried climbing a few times before. But this isn't what I was here for. I pull him deeper in the forest climbing up towards the hill.

The people nicknamed this place lover's hill or lovers rock due to how beautiful the area got after the sunset. Though I don't see many Na'vi come here often.

As we make the clearing, we walk to the top. The trees adorned with bioluminescence plants as it lit up the surroundings. I pull him to the grassier part. It was the perfect place to sit down and stare at the stars. It's where I would always come, to dream about the sky.

Letting go of his hand I plop down, patting the space across me. Neteyam sits down, his eyes wondering around in awe. "You like it?" I ask. He finally looks at me, a happiness in his eyes, that I haven't seen yet. "I-it reminds me of home" he whispers.

I hear a crack of emotion in his voice as he looks around again, at the trees then at the sky. Feeling his sadness waft in the air I take his hand into mine , squeezing it. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to upset you..." I apologize making his head snap my direction. His eyes glistening as if he was about to cry.

"No! This...this is amazing. Thank you for bringing me here....it feels like home" he says smiling with a hint of relief. He kept glancing at the trees around us. I feel my mood lift, it was a good idea to bring him here. "How did you find this place?" He asks. I lay down, on the grass. Feeling the softness all around me. I see Neteyam do the same beside me. Both of us stare at the glittering stars above us.

"A close friend of mine discovered it long time ago. It's a known spot but no one comes here. We would come here to talk, cry and laugh about the stories we shared. This place...is special to me" I say feeling déjà vu. It felt like yesterday, that I was here with A'temu.

"I'm sorry. Your friend might not want me, an outsider in your secret place" I hear Neteyam mumble. I laugh softly.

"No. I'm sure he would be glad. It felt right to bring you here. Turns out, I was right". I turn my head to Neteyam, he was still staring at the sky. A graceful smile on his face. Bringing him here made him think of home, the place they were forced to leave behind.

"Neteyam" I whisper, Neteyam turns his head to me. We were laying down as few centimeters away, but now that we were facing each other it felt like we were even closer.

"Yes?" He asks as I lick my lips to to moisten them. "If your comfortable. Do you want to tell me about your home?" I ask timidly. I see his eyes widen momentarily before a smile replaces his shocked face. "Of course. What do you want to know?" He asks and I settle in.

"How is it like? Your people? The nature?" I ask to get him started. He smiles wide. "It's beautiful Y/N. The sky seems so much brighter there. Flying our Ikran's made us feel like we were in paradise.....The trees are huge, my siblings and I would climbs and race amongst them regularly.-" he chuckles at a memory "-its home. Everything feels......right. The people, our people are great. We have many traditions and festivities we follow. Hunting in the forest was a task but a task that was worth all the training an preparation we all had to endure" he explains looking back at the sky.

He smiled wide recalling memories of his home, he missed everything. You can tell by looking at him. "This one time, I had to save Lo'ak from a Palulukan and its cub. He had unintentionally provoked it. You should have seen the look on his face! I honestly didn't think we'd make it out alive!" he says laughing. I couldn't help but smile. His experience's with his family, how he spoke of them with such happiness, it stirred something within me.

My eyes still trained on him. As his laughter slowly died down. "I love my people....I had a lot of responsibilities to my people as the future Olo'eyktan" he trails off. I notice a change in his expression. His once serene expression changes to that of guilt, regret, sadness the worse of all he looked like he was doubting himself. Of his ability, of his title he once had. I recognized that expression, it was one I wore when I doubted my role as the next Tsahik, succession of my mother.

"I-I'm sorry. It must be very hard...leaving all that you've ever known and leaving everything you were working so hard for" I say feeling sadness well within me. Neteyam sighs out. He looked conflicted at my words.

"I actually don't know how to feel about that....It was a responsibility that was placed on my shoulders the moment I was born. It was a burden trying to be perfect all the time. To insure I make my father and my people proud. But it was a burden I was willing to bare. I miss the responsibilities and duties I had promised to my people. But a part of me is kind of .....Relieved...." He says softly, as if this was the first time he was voicing out his true feelings.

"I can't imagine the pressure" I say realizing the position he was put it. Clearly he didn't hate his role, but he didn't love all that pressure on him at once. Neteyam stays quiet as I feel his uneasiness. He looked sad, I hated the look of doubt in his eyes,

"Just because you are not going to be Olo'eyktan anymore, doesn't mean you don't have value. You do, and you're very important Neteyam" I say making him look at me. His eyes soften, as if he wanted those words to be said to him. As if waiting for someone to say this to him.

"You think?" He asks as I nod vigorously.

"Of course, you're more then the 'Next Olo'eyktan' You're you! And you're the best at being you! You've proven yourself, and you'll further prove yourself learning our ways as well!!...... And hopefully, one day after the threat is gone. Maybe you can...Go back home" I say feeling a knot form in my stomach at the thought.

I could tell he missed his home, it's obvious that they would choose to go home after they knew it was safe to do so. It was logical. We couldn't assume they'd stay here forever. I couldn't dream of that.

"Yea...the threat" he mumbles, his eyes trailing off. The look of fear did not go unnoticed by me.

"Do...do you think they'll come here?" I ask, quietly. As if saying it out loud would bring bad omen. He shakes his head.

"We don't have defense's like you do. You've dealt with them before, we haven't. I don't know if we'll be able to protect you and your family" I say my voice shaking at the thought. Neteyam shakes his head.

"You won't have to. They won't find us-" he reassures. His eyes train on me as he bites his lips in deep thought. Taking a deep breath he lets out a sigh.

"-and...Y/N. I wanted to ask you something" he says fully turning towards be. Laying down on his side.

"Yes?"

"Why did you accept us so quickly. You know we have demon blood. Why defend us, and why worry over protecting us....." he asks genuinely curious.

I turn towards him, copying the way he was laying down. Taking in a deep breath I lock eyes with him. Making sure he knows what I speak is from the heart.

"Neteyam, when I first saw you guys I saw a family in need. Dire need. I couldn't turn your family away...." I gently reach out, placing my hand over his heart, feeling it quicken under my touch.

"Your family.......You, have a strong heart. I felt it" I say closing my eyes. Feeling his heartbeat, feeling his breath. It felt mighty.

I slowly open my eyes to see him staring at me, a softness in his eyes. "You have such potential, it would be our honor to help you thrive" Neteyam looked so vulnerable, seeing him smile at my words only ignited my need to help him. Help his family.

"You'll have a lot to learn. But I feel like deep down, you're one of us" I say softly getting lost in his eyes. I now take notice that Neteyam leans a little closer to me. I feel my body doing the same. He glances down to my lips then back to my eyes.

I feel the tension in the air before I take my hand back, immediately missing the warmth of his chest. I quickly sit up. "W-we should start the lessons. The thing we came all the way out here for?" I say nervously. Neteyam sits up, his ears flattened.

"Yea, let's begin"

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"Thank you for today" Neteyam says as we walk towards the village after bidding goodbye to Atan. He still growls at Neteyam but not as harshly as before which is progress. "No problem. Though practice when you get time. You have a long way to go, but we made some good progress today" I say thinking back to the lesson.

It's hard to teach someone a whole new language, and that being sign language is that much harder. Luckily Neteyam is quick to pick things up, but his fingers are so stiff. I had to personally bend his fingers to get certain signs correct. The smallest error could change a whole word.

"Will do, I have to try harder" he states as I notice we are walking towards my Marui. "Also, make sure to get a good nights sleep. You'll need it for the lessons with Tsireya later today" I remind him as he chuckles. "Aren't you going to be there?" He asks looking at me for my answer.

"Of course, I need to teach you so much more forest boy" I tease making him scoff at the nickname. As we near my hut I turn to him, facing him fully. "Neteyam...thank you for today. I had a lot of fun" I say making him laugh. "I should be telling you that!" He says shaking his head.

"No, what I meant was your stories. Thank you for telling me about your home. It feels like I know you more now" I admit making his eyes gleam. "I would love hear more of your adventures, and about your village" I add hopeful. He grins wide, fangs and all.

"I would love to Y/N. Anytime" I smile at his response.

"I better get going..." I say sadly, not wanting to depart.

"Y/N-" Neteyam calls, grabbing my wrist. I turn to him waiting for him to continue.

"Thank you...my heart was feeling homesick and somehow you knew exactly where to take me. It healed me. Truly" he says making me smile up at him.

He pulls his hands away from my wrist. He takes a step back before taking a deep breath; he signs to me, making my smile widen.

'Thank you for lesson. I learn a lot, thank you' he signs missing a few signs in between, but it still was a full sentence!

'My pleasure' I sign back as we gaze at each other.

Realizing how late it is I glance at my hut. "You should start heading home. Be careful ok?" I say making Neteyam nod at me.

As he starts to leave I instinctively grab his wrist. He turns to me, as I quickly place a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Good night" I whisper before running away from him. Embarrassed by the thought of what he would say. Leaving him in the dark. I rush towards the Marui not looking back.

~Neteyam's POV~

Feeling heat on my cheek I watch Y/N run away. I'm unable to move my limbs due to the sudden kiss, so I couldn't stop her from leaving. Instead I feel my hand reach up to touch the spot her soft warm lips had landed on.

My heart rate quickens as I turn around stumbling my way home. All the while holding my cheek, like it was a prize. A prize I hoped I had earned.

I quietly enter the hut, noticing no movement. Holding back a sigh of relief I quietly go to my mat. Being mindful not to step on anyone's tail, I make it to the mat.

Lo'ak seems to be asleep, as he hasn't moved from the position I had originally left him in. Quietly laying down, my eyes stare at the ceiling of the Marui.

My cheek felt hot, in fact my whole body felt hot. 'Why did she kiss me?' I wonder. I couldn't figure out why, but I felt the feeling of happiness surge throughout my body.

I wanted more, I wanted more of her kisses. I wanted to feel her lips, against mine. Feeling embarrassed of my own thoughts I turn to my side. I couldn't dwell on these thoughts any longer, fearing I'd get a little too excited.

Shutting my eyes tightly I try to force myself to sleep. Praying that Ewya grants me some sleep.

Sleep, so tomorrow would come quicker.

~Third Person POV~

As Neteyam tried to fall asleep, he didn't seem to notice Lo'ak. Who had been wide awake the entire time. He had noticed when his brother snuck out after everyone but him had fallen asleep. He didn't know where his brother went.

But he was going to figure it out.

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Y/N rushes towards her home her lips burning as she recalled what she had done. She didn't know what had taken over her body. Did she kiss him out of friendliness or something more? Y/N knew she was very affectionate, she's the first to always grab for her siblings hands. Always peppering her siblings with hugs and pecks here and there. Was this one of those instances?

Shaking her head she nears her home only to stop mid step. A figure stood near the entrance, in the shadows. Before she could call out, the figure emerges.

Ao'nung had his arms crossed, staring at Y/N. His eyes examine her form.

Her flushed cheeks and doe like eyes is what caught his attention. His eyes narrowing as he steps closer to her.

"Who where you with"

________________________________ That was a lot of POV change. Sorry! -Author

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pianocat939 · 1 year

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Hi I just wanted to say that I love your blog !! I especially love your rottmnt ones (I adore the Yandere HCs one , you did an amazing job on them ) 💗 I was wondering is it ok to request Yandere HCs for the turtle brothers (separate please ) falling for the reader who acts motherly to them (if that’s to many then I’m fine with Leo , since you mentioned that he wants the reader to rely on him ?) also hope your doing ok and drinking plenty of water ! 💗🀄️

Thanks for enjoying my work~ Even if I'm sleep deprived half the time I'm writing.

I'm going to assume you're going by 🀄️ anon.

This is romantic btw

Yandere ROTTMNT Turtles with Motherly MC

Tw: SO MANY INSECURITIES, Mikey tries to start a cult, Implied violence, implied kidnapping, I think that’s it

(As someone who's an only child I don't exactly understand Raph's situation but I tried my best)

Raph

I think it would take him a bit of time to get adjusted to (because of how he's always been the responsible one), but in the end finding it comforting.

Since he's the eldest one, he's always had to do all the mature things for his brothers (Splinter was kinda there, but in some cases not).

So it feels foreign for him to rely on someone that wasn't himself.

But after he gets adjusted, he's obsessed.

It's such a warm feeling, something he missed out a lot. Feeling doted on and worried over, it's addicting.

He loves it so much that he clings onto it. Now if we are to refer back to this it would only make sense that he's dependent on it.

He's guilty, but at the same time he feels he deserves to be loved after dealing with the eldest child syndrome for so long.

He's basically glue at that point. Just following you around like a duckling.

"Can I have headpats? *proceeds to be big softie*"

He doesn't enjoy it when his brothers or someone else gets the same treatment too. Like sure you can be motherly towards others but he's the main point of your attention, right?

If it's an enemy or an unfamiliar person he'll go threaten them. Which eventually turns into a cold rage and he gives them a good beating or two (think of it the same way he acts when he feels he's all alone).

Overall wholesome big boy.

Leo

I feel like this man would go either two ways; either he internalizes the happiness and just acts all cocky, or he feels immature because of how he's treated.

If he interalizes the emotion and becomes egotistic snarky boy then I think he'll react to a smiliar way Raph does except less intense and more subtle about it.

He'll try to spend a lot more time with you, asking if you want to hang out more (he always picks more dangerous areas like the Hidden City for some reason).

So by the chance that he's injured (nothing major ofc) he'll go up to you with puppy dog eyes. Basically manipulating you to baby him.

On the other hand, and I feel like the more likely one, he'll feel even more useless. Like the fact you being motherly to him makes him feel more of a child who can't do anything.

What does he do? Why he pushes himself to prove that he should be the one relied on. Not the other way around.

He'll train his swordsmanship until he's forced by his family to rest, he'll take on villiains himself, and might even try to teleport enemies/unfriendly people of yours to another dimension (after he's done with them).

Praise him and rely on him for safety. That is probably the only way that'll calm down his antics.

If you don't, he'll manipulate you.

"Let me do this. Don't worry about me, I've trained my Kenjutsu for this." Kenjutsu = swordsmanship btw

(Now unlike Raph I understand Donatello to the max lmao)

D'Nello

You, my good friend, may be in trouble.

As canonically shown throught the ROTTMNT series he eats that praise up. So if you're a motherly type person you're fucking screwed.

He's obviously going to love it, since his father never quite showed such affection to him. My fellow Asian kids I'm looking at you.

He'll do anything for more praise, constructing advanced technology, showing his capabilities, all of it.

It's like he almost brags just to get that small ounce of love. Literally shoving his inventions into your face.

Sure he knows he's smart but to actually be told that he's smart? Confidence +100.

It's to the point he drags you into his lab and is like, "watch me do work :p". He hogs your attention and may be very offended if you try to interact with someone else.

If you push him far enough he'll kidnap you and force you to give him all your love.

He doesn't show it but he's extremely self-conscious about his intelligence and technology, kinda like how Leo is. So to be given the reassurance of love it feeds into his brain in a not so good way.

"Aren't I the most intelligent person ever? Look at my work, doesn't it make you proud?"

Mikey

Ok again, referring to my general yandere Hcs that I did earlier, I think he would just become more cult-like.

His brain's is like "This person loves me, cares for me, makes sure I'm ok, they must be god." (If you get this reference I love you)

He solely believes that you must be the reincarnation of angels who came down to adore his tiny little self.

He starts writing little notes to himself about your antics and thinks it's the perfect example of an ideal human.

He pulls reverse card in a way; but still wanting to worship your kindness.

Which may end up him trying to pull people into his cult. He'll try to convince them that you're the epitome of adoration and love.

If they try to turn down his offer he gets pissed. Like really pissed.

He'll hunt them down, ties them to a chair, and forces them to watch a slideshow about you for hours straight (or until they've converted to the belief).

"I'm sorry, did you just say that you don't believe they're the most perfect deity to exist? Looks like Dr. Delicate Touch needs to give you a check-up!"

You guys remember in the library episode that one scene where he's like a king or something and says "New Toy"? It's basically that except you're the one on the chair and he's ordering people around lmao.

I feel like he's the most terrifying one out of the bunch.

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I feel like compared to other Hcs writers I’m like some weird conspiracy theorist who makes a prediction and tries to prove it’s possible lmao.

Anyway hope you like it

- Celina

#yandere #yandere x reader #Yandere rottmnt #ROTTMNT #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #Tmnt 2018 #Tmnt #rise of the Tmnt #Mikey #Leo #Donnie #raph #Yandere Tmnt

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Your writing is so wonderful! I love it so much 💕 If and only if you are feeling up to it, could you do headcanons for the Papas and how they would react to a reader struggling with finding the right antidepressants? I went through four different brands until I found what worked for me. But one made it so bad I would cry getting out of bed each morning, and of course I was too scared to talk to my doctor before my follow up appointment. So I barely left my room for nearly three months.

HI HELLO <3 I can definitely do this! As someone who had to change my antidepressants partway through my first year of university and having a nightmare getting used to them, I feel this to an extent. At one point the original ones I were on had me sleeping so little that I'd be struggling to focus and stay awake during lectures which kinda showed in my lower grades in one module compared to all the others. I cried a lot, my appetite was shite, and I was so experiencing such low points that I considered dropping out and not existing anymore. For anyone reading this and needs to hear this: don't be afraid to talk to your doctor about your medication. If you need to change what you're on, don't keep it to yourself and suffer. Please please PLEASE talk to a doctor, be open with your support network, don't go through it on your own. Mental health and changing medications can feel scary and daunting, but if it's what you need to improve your mental health and your wellbeing then please talk to your doctor and get them to try you out on different ones until you find the ones that are right for you. Also issuing a content warning here!! There is discussion of depression, mental health, and related issues. As such, if these things are triggers or make you uncomfortable please read with caution or scroll away!

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨

Being the eldest of the Emeritus brothers, Primo remembers before their mother left when the others were still babies and her mental health being awful

And he doesn't want you to suffer the way she did

So to him it's only right that he support you in finding the right antidepressants for you

He knows that it can time and that you may feel worse before you start to improve

He'll be there to comfort you any time you need him

Always makes you a refreshing cup of tea or coffee for you to wake up to every morning

Will gently coax you out of bed and encourage you, but he won't be mean and force you out or lose his patience

During times where you won't leave your room, he'll offer to stay with you or have one of his ghouls keep you company if you'd prefer that. He just doesn't want you to be alone or feel like you don't have a support network while you're going through this

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨

He's not on antidepressants, but there are many people Secondo's close with in the clergy who are and he's seen how much they can improve one's life

So he's more than happy to help you explore your options and trial different ones until you find the ones that suit you the most

He's a little unprepared for what you're like when you first start them. Primo has to remind him that because of how a lot of antidepressants work, such as SSRI's (self serotonin re-uptake inhibitors), you'll feel more low at the start before you get used to the medication

Once Secondo does more research, he feels more confident that he can support you through it

Will be a little more firm than Primo and try to get you out of bed, but will comfort you through it and soothe you when you start crying

Will get in the shower with you to help you wash if you don't have the energy for it

He's at every doctor's appointment you have with your doctor about changing the antidepressants you're on. Holds your hand through it, has helped you take notes, asks the doctor questions that you may be too afraid or reluctant to ask

Once you do find ones that suit you the best and you're settled with them, Secondo will apologise profusely for when he was stern with you. He feels guilty for making you cry when he made you get up every morning and he wants to reassure you that he was trying to help in his own way

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨

Terzo has been through a similar experience with Copia when he first started antidepressants and struggled to find the right ones for him

So trust me, he gets it

He understands very well that you don't have the energy or motivation to get out of bed and take care of yourself and he's prepared for that, especially when he knows that you'll feel worse before you feel better starting on new medications

He buys dry shampoo for when you don't have the spoons to get in the shower

Will help you wash and get dressed

Brings you food. Literally any food as long as you'll eat it and get some nutrition

Sits with you and holds you every time you need to cry or vent or talk

He reassures you each time you need to start a new antidepressant that you will find the right one for you. Copia did and you will too and he's gonna be with you every step of the way whether you like it or not

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚

I don't think there's anyone at the Ministry who understands what you're going through better than Copia

Terzo helped him through when he had to try antidepressant after antidepressant, feeling each time he had to change that there was something wrong with him and that nothing would work

So Copia is going to be there for you too. He'll tell you all about his experience with different medications, but also reminds you that just because something doesn't work for him doesn't mean it won't work for you either

Holds you tight and whispers soothing words into your ear whenever you need to cry

He still has his notes from way back when he was trying out different antidepressants, so he fishes them back out from his personal records and shares them with you to remind you that you're not alone and that you're not the only one who's had to change medications

Like Terzo, he'll bring you dry shampoo and help you to wash and dress on those days where it feels like too much but you need to get out of bed

Uses Imperator's soft spot for him to have you pardoned from chores and sibling of sin duties on days where you have no energy or motivation to get up whatsoever

To help you through it, he'll change what time he takes his meds so that you both take them at the same time. Sort of like a solidarity thing and to encourage you to look after yourself by seeing him look after himself too

𝐍𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥

The thing about Nihil is people believe he's heartless, but he's not

He remembers everything his Prime Mover went through. He remembers how much her mental health deteriorated after having Secondo and Terzo and how the ritual to conceive and birth the latter took a massive toll on her already bad mental state

He wasn't there for her, instead preoccupying himself with the distraction that other women provided, and he buried his head in the sand until she fled the Ministry never to be seen again

That isn't a mistake he'll be making again. He's going to be with you every step of the way, even if Primo and his other sons have to teach him how to be there for you and remind him that you need his support and not just words of reassurance occasionally

He'll attend your appointments with you and will listen intently to everything that you and the doctor says

He is unfortunately quite stern and mean and will be very stubborn in getting you out of bed. He's not doing it to be intentionally cruel, he's just terrified that you'll get to the point his Prime Mover did and he'll do anything he can to stop that happening

He has his ghouls help you wash your hair, bathe, dress, prepare and eat food, bring you drinks, whatever you need

He takes a leaf out of Copia's book and will take his own various medications at the same time you take yours so that you're not doing it alone and you don't feel like you have no support. He's bad at expressing his feelings, but he tries to show you how he feels and that he's supporting you all the way with actions rather than words

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Everything Falls (Into Place) | 24

*Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 4469

Warnings: Smut

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You J-Hoooope! You're not in your room

Hobi Hi! I went for a walk

You Are you free for lunch today?

Hobi I am, are we all doing something?

You I thought it would be nice if we hung out It's been a while since it's just been the two of us :)

Hobi Um, actually I might be busy Let me check and I'll get back to you

You Oh okay! No pressure I just miss my sunshine ☀️

Hobi I miss you too

Hoseok frowned at his phone, feeling a little guilty about lying to you about lunch plans. But he didn't know if he could put on his usual happy face if the two of you were alone together. He knew the thing people liked the most about him was his cheerful nature, and he didn't want to inflict his sad mood onto you. Even if the wilting leaves in his chest were begging for the sunlight in your smile.

"Hyung, what's wrong?" Asked Jungkook, seeing the storm clouds on his face. Hobi just sighed and handed the younger boy his phone. Jin peeked over his shoulder to read it, then also frowned.

"Hobi, you shouldn't avoid her like this," the eldest urged, setting a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Yeah," Jungkook nodded, giving him a one-armed hug. "Wouldn't [y/n] be more sad if she knew you were avoiding her?"

"I don't want to avoid her forever," the dancer protested, feeling a little ashamed that he seemed to be the only one truly upset. "I just… don't think I can be happy in front of her today."

"She's your friend, why would you need to pretend?" Jin asked, crossing his arms.

Hobi sighed. He knew Jin and Jungkook meant well, but they didn't understand. They were honest-to-goodness dreamboats with top tier good looks, intelligence, charm, and talent. Of course they thought everything was going to work out. For them, it probably would.

For all his cheerfulness and good humor, at the end of the day he was a realist. It was why he had gone to college for a degree rather than the capital to go all-out pursuing a dance career. And it was why he had to accept that there was no way someone as incredible as you would so much as glance his way when there were guys like Jin vying for your attention.

He didn't resent the others - how could he, when they were the best friends he had ever had - but it did still hurt sometimes. Still, they were right that avoiding you now wouldn't make things any easier in the long run. He would have to suck it up.

Hobi I'm free!

You Yay! I'm at Mina's now but want to meet up around noon?

Hobi Works for me :)

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You fidgeted nervously while you waited for Hobi by your usual taco place. You had somehow managed to slip out of the house to visit Mina without running into anyone, which was a relief because you were still a little embarrassed that basically everyone had heard you last night. You knew you'd have to face them eventually, but a little time would help.

The largest cause of your current nerves was your impending conversation with Hobi. Despite the way Jimin and Tae assured you of his feelings, it was still terrifying to put yourself out there. Still, Jin had asked you to talk to him and he wasn't one to make requests lightly.

A familiar head of hair appeared around the corner and you perked up, waving. He waved back, but when he reached you you noticed that his smile seemed a little dimmer than usual.

When you hugged him hello, his embrace was also looser than normal, and he pulled away almost immediately. You hid a worried frown as your nerves spiked higher and followed him into the small restaurant.

"Is everything okay?" You asked after the two of you sat down at your usual table.

"I'm just a little tired," he replied with a smile that should have been reassuring. You flushed a little at the implication and looked down at the table, feeling awful at having beem that roommate.

"Er, I'm really sorry about that," you stammered in embarrassment.

"No it's fine, I'm happy for you guys."

There was that faux-smile again, and his voice had developed a tight quality that made your heart sink. The others had told you he had feelings for you, but that didn't mean they knew how he stood on the whole house situation. Could he be disappointed in you? Disgusted? Still, you had told the other boys you would do this.

"Oh, um, I was kind of hoping…" You tried to catch his eye, but he avoided your gaze and studied the five-item menu that the both of you already knew by heart. Fuck, this was way too hard, you couldn't do it.

"Um, do you hate me now?" Your mouth blurted instead, making you wince. That caught his attention, and his head snapped toward you, eyes wide.

"What? Of course not," he protested immediately, and it felt like the most honest thing he had said to you all day. He hesitated, looking as if he was fighting an internal war, before taking your hand with a smile that was feeble but genuine. "I'm sorry, what were you saying before?"

"Iwaskindofhopingyoumightactuallybealittlejealous."

He blinked in confusion, and despite your fear your heart fluttered at how absolutely adorable he was. It really wasn't fair.

"Er, I didn't catch that," he said apologetically, and you sighed.

"Um. What would you think if… hypothetically… I also had feelings for you… hypothetically…" You were such a fucking loser. His mouth fell open in a cute "o" and you fidgeted.

"Hypothetically!" You added again, wincing at how awkward you were making this. "So don't worry if-"

"Really?" His voice was a squeak and he was looking at you incredulously. Oh god, he thought you were insane. You had to get out of here.

"Uhh nevermind, I just remembered I have to go do something!" You jumped out of your seat to flee like a coward but his hand shot out to grab your wrist. He immediately let go, looking panicked, then grabbed it again more gently when you turned to leave. He pulled you into the chair next to him and stared at you while you tried to look anywhere but at him.

"You… hypothetically… like me?" He whispered softly, and at his tone you finally met his eyes. There was so much emotion swirling in them that you felt your cheeks flush at the attention.

"Yeah… hypothetically," you whispered back, feeling like you were under a spell. His face broke into a brilliant grin at your admission.

"I would say - hypothetically - that the feeling is mutual."

And then his lips were on yours. You didn't know how it was possible for someone to taste like joy, but he somehow managed it. His kiss made you feel like you were basking in the warmth of the sun and you leaned eagerly into him. You felt the corners of his mouth turn into a smile against your lips and couldn't help but giggle and break away.

"I know you guys are regulars and all but can you save that shit for later?"

The unamused, underpaid high school student who was here helping out his parents stood at the table with his arms crossed. You and Hobi grinned at him apologetically before ordering, and you moved back to the other side. He reached over the table to hold your hand a little bashfully, and his blush was the cutest thing you had ever seen.

"So you're okay with the whole… others situation?" You asked tentatively, though you felt too giddy to be nervous anymore.

"I think so," your friend responded with his more typical chirpiness. "Enough to try, anyway. Is there anyone else other than Tae and Jimin?"

You flushed, suddenly feeling self-conscious again.

"I... kindoflikeallofyou," you said in a rush, just wanting to get it over with. Hobi just smiled and rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb in soothing circles. "The only other one who knows is Jin, though."

"Okay," he said simply, gazing at you with adoring eyes. You internally swooned at how handsome he looked. How many people had you saved in a previous life for you to be this lucky?

The high schooler set your food on your table with a tired sigh before heading back to the counter. Well, you'd definitely saved more than this kid apparently. He sounded even more world weary than Yoongi at his grumpiest.

The two of you finished eating and left with no more incidents, though your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Hobi was being almost as clingy as Taehyung at his worst and you loved every minute of it. You hadn't realized just how much the dancer had been holding himself back. It just never occurred to you that someone as wonderful as him might feel the same insecurities you did.

You held hands the entire way home, and Hobi couldn't stop himself from pausing every couple minutes to squeeze you in a hug or press light kisses all over your face. At one point he even stopped and twirled you around in his arms like a ballroom dancer. He couldn't help it, you were just so cute and sweet and he had wanted to be able to hold you like this for so long.

By the time the two of you got home, you were both giggly and red-faced. Incredibly, no one seemed to be home and he was selfishly grateful to keep you to himself for a little longer.

"Can we have another sleepover like Festa night sometime?" he asked shyly as you closed the front door. It had been impossible not to relive that night over and over, if not for the feel of you in his arms then for the easy laughs and conversation until you had fallen asleep.

"Jung Hoseok, are you trying to get me into bed with you?" you asked sternly, putting your hands on your hips. Panicked by the implication, he didn't notice the twinkle in your eye.

"No! I didn't mean it like that!" he protested immediately, feeling horrified that it had come off that way. Oh no, did you think that he was some perv that was only interested in sex? Well, he did find you incredibly attractive, but what he really wanted was to wake up with you in his arms again.

"O-oh, you don't want me like that?" you asked sadly, face falling. Again he missed the amusement in your tone and panicked further.

"What?! Of course I do, you're gorgeous, I just-"

He stopped talking when you broke into giggles. You were teasing him?

"You're so mean," he complained, trying to look offended but too enchanted by your laughter to manage it. He still did his best to pout, making you smile and wrap your arms around his neck.

"I'm sorry," you chortled, pressing your lips against his in a sweet peck. "You're just so cute."

"Hmph." That was the best he could do as he tried not to melt completely into you.

"Besides, I wouldn't mind."

He froze as his brain raced to catch up to his ears. Really? Lovely, gorgeous, amazing you really felt that way about him? His mind flashed to all of the half-formed images he had never dared to fully imagine, including ones inspired from the torturous symphony of sounds he had heard the previous night.

He crashed his lips down on yours, suddenly ravenous, and you gasped sweetly into his mouth. Unlike his previous chaste, almost shy kisses, this one was hard and deep.

You tasted so, so good and Hobi thought he could drown in your warmth. He threaded one hand through your soft, fruity-scented hair to deepen the kiss and you gave an approving noise halfway between a moan and a whine that sent shudders down his spine straight to his groin.

He licked into your mouth with hot strokes, only growing more enthusiastic when you reciprocated. One of his hands went to your lower back to bring you closer, and your soft curves molded into him perfectly. He was half on auto-pilot, in awe that this was real and he was touching you and you were enjoying it.

"C-can we go upstairs?" He gasped, pulling away before he lost all of his mental faculties. It was hard to keep himself under control when you looked like this, ruffled and breathless and looking at him like you wanted to eat him alive.

"I don't know, can we?" You asked, blinking up at him as innocently as you rolled your hips against his. He couldn't help but groan at the way you rubbed against his growing erection, and grabbed a handful of your ass to press you harder against him. You gave a cute squeal of surprise that only served to make him harder.

"You're really asking for it," he breathed, his tone full of dark promise. He watched in satisfaction as you flushed pink and your pupils dilated further. It was his turn to be surprised as you grabbed his hand and almost dragged him up the stairs and into your room.

As soon as you closed the door, he was on you, pushing you against the wood as he kissed and nipped the soft skin of your neck to add his own marks to the pretty collection you had acquired. You were pliant and perfect, moaning while grabbing fistfuls of his shirt in weak tugs. You rolled your hips against his again, and he cursed at having picked such tight pants in his rush to leave this morning.

Then, because you were an angel (or perhaps the opposite, but he wasn't very picky at the moment), your hand dipped between your bodies. You briefly palmed the uncomfortably tight crotch of his jeans before clumsily undoing the zipper. Your fingers dove under the waistband of his briefs to wrap around his cock and he groaned into your shoulder. He couldn't believe this was really happening. Then you pulled his length out and dropped prettily to your knees and he wondered if he had died and gone to heaven.

The sight of you kneeling before him, eyes wide and adoring and hungry was almost enough to make him come then and there. When you took him in your hands to guide his tip to your parted lips he thought he had to be dreaming. He had no idea you were feeling a similar awed wonder that you were the one to put such a wrecked expression on your sweet sunshine Hobi's face.

Your tongue flicked to capture the salty liquid gathering at the tip of his cock and he threw his head back with a soft groan. You couldn't necessarily say you loved the flavor, but the stars in his eyes were more than enough to make it your new favorite meal.

You dove in determinedly, spurred by the gasps tearing themselves from his throat, and using your hands to lave attention on whatever you couldn't fit into your mouth. Hobi's fingers threaded into your hair, more for him to ground himself than to direct you, which you appreciated. Still, you couldn't help but want to see what would happen if he lost control. So you teased.

You alternated between pulling off to give kitten licks, to engulfing him back into your waiting mouth with harsh sucks that had him gasping, all while staring up at him with best "fuck me" eyes you could under the circumstances. It seemed to work, because soon he ripped you off of him and tossed - tossed! - you onto the bed.

You barely had a moment to appreciate just how sexy that action had been because he quickly shed all his clothing, leaving you staring and once more.

"You're so hot, it's not fair," you complained, reaching out to rake admiring fingers down his toned abs. Your words brought a flush to his face, but the smirk that tugged at his lips was anything but cute. The glint in his eyes reminded you of the blatant sexuality he had exuded during the dance showcase and you gulped audibly.

"I'd say the feeling's mutual," he murmured into your ear as he leaned down, before giving it a hot, wet swipe of his tongue. You gasped and wriggled against him, and he slid his hand under your shirt to squeeze your breast over the fabric of your bra.

"O-oh, Hoseok," you whimpered when you gave your nipple a hard pinch. A low, sexy growl sounded from his throat and he nearly ripped your shirt and shorts in his haste to remove them.

"I could hear you say my name like that forever," he said hoarsely, taking a second to admire your almost-naked form before descending upon you again. His mouth was hot, wet, and sloppy against yours and his roving hands were everywhere. You weren't much better, eagerly mapping out every inch of skin you had dreamed of since walking in on him in the shower so long ago. You squeezed a handful of his toned ass and he bucked into you, making you both moan as his length rubbed against you.

"I'm assuming Jimin and Tae took care of that little issue you mentioned during Festa night," he rasped as he rubbed his fingers against the cloth covering your entrance. His eyes darkened when he realized just how damp it already was. "If they didn't I'll murder them."

The threatening tone in his voice was unlike anything you'd ever heard, and it made you impossibly wetter.

"T-they did," you managed, wriggling against him in hopes that he would give you more.

"Good," he said simply, though his eyes were simmering. He grabbed the edges of your underwear, slipping them easily off your hips, while you hurriedly moved to unclasp your bra and toss it aside. The way he licked his lips when he saw you in all your glory was nothing short of sinful. It was hard to feel self-conscious when he was staring at you like you were the most delectable thing he had ever seen.

"I can't believe how lucky I am," he groaned, leaning down to take a pert nipple into his mouth. The noise you made was enough to make him thrust involuntarily against you, making you both gasp at the wet slide on your lower lips, but he controlled himself and held his hips back off of you. Your complaint was cut off as he let his fingers play against your entrance instead, collecting your arousal before he slid a digit inside.

You were having a hard time figuring out where to set your concentration. As soon as you focused on the way his tongue was licking flat stripes against your nipple, his finger would give a wicked twist inside of you. When your hips bucked against his hand, he would give your chest a sharp but enjoyable nibble.

By the time Hobi pulled away, he had reduced you to a trembling, needy mess capable only of gripping your sheets and staring at him with glazed eyes. That lethal smirk widened further as he took in his handiwork.

"I think you still need to make up for lost time, though," he purred. Before your overwhelmed brain could understand what he meant, he had buried his head between your thighs and begun licking at you in earnest.

"F-fuck, Ho-seok," you keened as he gave your clit a flick with his tongue. He thought he might get addicted to the way your breath hitched and voice cracked. You tangled your fingers in his hair, whether to yank him off or shove him closer, you weren't sure. All you knew was that he was eating you out like it was his last meal and all you could do was give his hair weak tugs that he seemed to enjoy by the way he was moaning into your pussy. You felt the coil in your gut wind tighter and tighter with each swipe of his talented tongue, and when he slid a finger into you again you thought you might explode.

"H-holy," you choked as he curled the finger inside of you just so. "H-Hobi."

He pulled away from you momentarily, though he never stopped the ministrations of his finger, even slipping another into your waiting warmth.

"Holy Hobi," he teased. "I like it."

"Shut up," you said, halfway between a gasp and a giggle. You gave him a feeble punch in the chest, unable to summon the motivation for anything else in the wake of his teasing fingers. You pulled him in for a kiss, uncaring of the way his lips were still glistening with your arousal. You rolled your hips against his, brushing his dick again, and he groaned into your mouth.

"Want you," you murmured against his lips, bucking up again. "Please?"

How could he deny you when you asked so sweetly? He scrambled up briefly to lunge for his nightstand, making you giggle again, though by the time he had ripped the foil packet open and rolled the condom down his length your eyes were wide with anticipation. God you were so perfect, lying there soft and ready for him. You gave an impatient wiggle of your hips when he took too long admiring you for your tastes, and he felt his heart flutter with joy.

"I'm coming," he assured you, scooching over to line himself up with your entrance.

"Not immediately, I hope," you quipped back with a grin, before gasping and letting your head fall back as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit.

"You make it hard, but I'll do my best," he responded impishly as he teased your outer folds. He couldn't wait long either, though, and soon he was sinking into you inch by torturous inch.

"Oh," he breathed as he worked his way in. You were whimpering and giving weak bucks of your hips to help him along, and it was driving him insane. "You feel so good."

Hobi stilled as he bottomed out, just basking in how warm and wet and perfect you felt stretched out around his cock, until you rubbed against him.

"Move, please," you begged, and again he was helpless to deny you a single thing. He began slowly, wanting to savor the moment as he drank in your whines and moans. It was clear you wanted him to move faster, but he was beginning to enjoy the needy, desperate expression on your face.

"You're so beautiful," he groaned, his slow pace torturing himself as well as you. To distract himself, he reached forward to palm your breasts. You whimpered as he pinched your nipples between clever fingers, bucking up again in a futile effort to get him deeper.

"Hobi, please," you begged, your tone going straight to his dick.

"Hm? What's wrong?" he asked in mock concern, knowing he was being a little mean but unable to help it. You were just so sensitive and pliable, how could he not play with his food for a little bit? He slid slowly in and out, enjoying the snug fit and the absolutely frustrated look in your eyes. You couldn't believe this cruel, cruel tease was your sweet Hobi. But fuck if it wasn't hot.

"Please fuck me like you mean it," you managed to choke with another frustrated buck of your hips. His mouth fell open at your brazen request. Then his eyes darkened further and he licked his lips.

"Well, if that's what my gorgeous girl wants."

You barely had a chance to blush at his words before he pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach. You were quivering with anticipation as he dragged your hips up so you were on all fours, and he thrust into you with little preamble, setting a hard, vicious pace that had you arching your back against his chest. You couldn't help the squeaks and moans that spilled from your throat as he gave you exactly what you had asked for.

One of his hands wrapped around your throat from behind and you let out a surprised whine as he used his grip to pull you flush against him. He squeezed, not enough to cut off your air but enough to restrict your blood flow, and your vision fuzzed with pleasure. Who was this Hobi and where had he been hiding the whole time?

"You think you can come for me, pretty girl?" he murmured wickedly against your ear as his other hand inched down to rub lazy circles over your clit. You moaned helplessly at all of the sensations assaulting you, locked into place and unable to do anything but enjoy it as he continued to pound into you.

You felt like Icarus, enthralled by the new heights you were reaching, and completely enraptured by your closeness to the sun. Hobi wound your body tighter and tighter as he took you to the brink, and with one final stroke of his thumb on your clit your wings melted and you plummeted into an ocean of pleasure. He swore as your walls spasmed around him, his own pace growing erratic, until he joined you beneath the waves.

The two of you collapsed sideways onto the sheets, already in perfect spooning position, and you sighed in satisfaction as you turned your head to nuzzle his neck gently.

"I didn't hurt you, right?" he whispered, dark bedroom Hobi apparently having gone back into hiding. You giggled at the duality, turning to fully face him even though it made him slip out of you.

"No, I loved it," you confessed, kissing him on his sweaty nose. "Though I think my lower regions are off-limits for at least the rest of the day, I need to recover."

"Should I thank Jimin and Taehyung for leaving enough of you for me today?" Hobi teased, the gentle look in his eyes taking away any potential negative implications of his statement. Still, you pouted and flicked his ear.

"I can make my own bad decisions, thank you," you said primly, making him laugh. "And you guys make it very difficult to be good."

"I don't have a problem with that."

There was that smirk again as his more domineering alter-ego peeked through, and you shivered a little. No, no, you had to calm down or your body wouldn't be able to take it. So you reluctantly pulled away so the two of you could clean up and confront the rest of the house.

Oh fuck, the rest of the house.

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Great! Could you write one where rafe is always after her asking her on a date but she keeps saying no, I have a boyfriend but he doesn't believe her her boyfriend is JJ and they're not secret it's just they never are in public that much so one day she and JJ are maybe at heywards all lovey dovey and Rafe sees them and he's like is he bothering you and other stuff and Jj's about to yell at him but she gets ahead and it's no, he's my boyfriend defending him

let her go. rafe cameron

pairing : rafe cameron x female reader + jj maybank summary : a summer spent at the camerons made you realize what an asshole rafe cameron is but in the end there is something enticing about this certain asshole. warnings : mentions of sexual assault, violence and jealous rafe, sexual themes words : 3.2k extra : lowercase intended. unedited a/n : thank u lovely anon for this request (my first one) hope it's okay <3 (sry it took so long) this is a bit longer than expected.....

there was nothing more aggravating than rafe cameron. sadly you had only recently discovered this. lately most of your summer had been spent at the cameron household, when you weren't with the others that is. sarah was glad to have company on the days that she couldn't risk fleeing off to see john b.

ward trusted you, for some unknown reason, but he held you responsible for sarah's lack of aggression towards spending much of the day at home.

as said you had only recently started to find the eldest cameron frustrating. most of the time he left you and sarah to your own accords which you were thankful. although he followed through on this, everytime you passed him you could feel his gaze piercing through your skin. normally you wouldn't have minded and would've simply brushed it off but the way his eyes raked your body and how he held his look longer than he should have, you felt guilty.

you probably shouldn't have but these past few months had been the best of your life and jj had contributed to that. you wouldn't want anything to prevent this.

"wanna go to the beach or something?" sarah asks, flopping the magazine she had been attempting to read on the bed.

you look up from the book you were reading and gave a shrug before turning back to the page you had just scathed. unlike sarah you were content in spending endless hours with your head stuck in a book.

sarah groans and takes it in herself to relieve the book from your hands. "c'mon, we've done nothing all summer" she says and you can't argue with her. "fine" you say reluctantly but when sarah smiles at you and begins to make her way to the door you roll your eyes at her pleasantry.

"i'm going to get my shoes". she pauses at the frame. "tell the others to come". and then she's gone.

sitting up from your position on the foot of the bed you reach over to the bedside table to where your phone sat. you can't help but smile at the recent texts.

morning princess. hope u slept well cause i didn't. john b and sarah were at it all night. anyways...when you're free come on over. miss you. j

you chuckle to yourself now knowing why sarah had miracrously disappeared last night. you send a quick text back telling him to tell the others to meet at the boneyard.

"hey". the breaking of the silence frightens you and when you see rafe at the door you can't ignore your racing heart. for some reason he made you nervous and he knew that.

"what are you doing here?" you ask him, pulling your eyes from the screen. he takes a look at your noticeably pink cheeks but chooses to ignore them.

"can i not talk to my sister's best friend?" he inquires as he makes his way into the room. you hesitate before speaking this time, unsure of what to say. getting up from the edge of the bed you start to make your way to the exit but are met with rafe's presence.

"one date". you look up at him with confusion and then bewilderment. why in the world would rafe cameron ask you on a date. "i have a boyfriend" you tell him and move to the left only to be stopped once again by his following movement.

"c'mon y/n please. you're not making this easy for me". you want to question his words or rather question but all he had spoken in the past few minutes. yet you didn't have the chance because in the distance you can hear sarah calling for you. rafe hears it too and looks down at you, his crystal blues shimmering in the morning sun.

"i got to go". you back away from where you stand and this time he allows you to make an escape. as you walk out of the room you can feel his eyes firmly on the back of your head which was no surprise.

"just think about it?" rafe says as though it is a plead and when to turn to look back at him it seems as though he cares. which is such bullshit for a guy like him.

your mouth opens to tell him once again that you are taken but no words come out. yet again you don't give him the satisfaction of a yes, instead just ignoring him forthright before taking the stairs.

when you are met with the morning sun, high in the sky and sarah's annoyed face from behind the wheel you can't ignore your hatred to the earth. it was too early for all this.

"what took you so long?" she asks once you slam the car door behind you. glancing over at her as you buckle your belt you say with a sigh, "your brother-". you pause as you take a moment to fix your hair in the mirror.

turning back to face her you inform her "-is an asshole". she laughs at this but doesn't prompt further questions. "what's new". and with that she presses her foot down on the pedal.

...

the boneyard was empty at this time of day and you were glad to be alone with the company of your friends and boyfriend. jj had been kind enough to be so thoughful to bring beers with him on the way over.

"here cupcake". jj hands you a beer with a smile and then a quick peck on the cheek. normally you hated public displays of affection but with your friends you felt comfortable.

there was just something awkward about jj calling you pet names and pulling you in for a kiss in the public view of others. thankfully jj tried to be understanding an refrained from such actions in the public eye though he honestly found it hard to keep his hands off you. these moments alone or with friends permitted him to be glued to your hip.

john b and sarah had reunited and although this was supposed to be a group meeting the two began to wander off further down the beach hand in hand.

kiara rolls her eyes as she takes a puff from jj's joint. he had happened to bring the good weed. beer and weed were what the group relied on jj for and he never failed to reach their needs.

"those two are honestly sickening at this point" pope admits as he depicts the image when he had walked in on them. jj nods enthusiastically as he aims to swallow his mouthful of beer.

"this is the first time that i have agreed with you pope. those two were full on macking last night. who knew john b was so loud?".

"ew jj stop i don't want to hear that" kiara admits and grimaces at the image that had been visualized by the group.

"well it's not like you and y/n are so innocent" pope says and you find yourself blushing at this. jj had recently taken your virginity and after that he found getting you in the mood wasn't such a hard ordeal. and you found getting him hard to be a simple task also. the early weeks of the holidays had consisted of nothing more than beach sex, car sex and the occasional time when the others weren't around, couch sex.

"dude shut up" jj says but a smirk sneaks across his lips all the same. a scatter of laughter emits from both kiara and pope and when you have the urge to interject your phone pings.

which is strangely unusual considering you rarely contacted anyone besides your friends and family. rafe wasn't considered either. once again had he voiced his wish this time with numerous bribes. you still couldn't comprehend the why but there would be no need to since there was no way that it would happen. with a sigh you simply send him a certain no.

jj notices your discomfort as you slip your phone into your back pocket and whilst pope and kiara are deep in conversation he takes it as an opportunity to check up on you. "you okay?" he whispers as he scans your features for any sign of a reply.

you nod because you know if you tell him it wouldn't just be a simple shrug. the kooks and pogues didn't get along and everybody knew that so starting an unessecary fight was something that you didn't want to partake in.

jj takes his hand and places it into your outstretched palm. the feel of his touch makes you tingle and a warm heats radiates from your body. "you can always talk to me, you know that right?".

you meet his eyes and just stay gazing into the them for a moment. sincere, azure and gleaming. "i know". you know all to well.

...

once again you had spent the night at the cameron household and once again was sarah's bed empty. john b had definitely had an influence on her, perhaps not a positive one.

with a groan you sit up to examine your surroundings. the bedroom was much the same as it was yesterday. neat and tidy with a few dresses scattered across the floor that had been thrown in haste presumably when sarah had been deciding what to wear last night.

yesterday seemed but all a blur. after your quick stop at the boneyard you remember heading back to the chateau and that was when you were reminded of the amount of alcohol you had consumed.

as though on command a splitting headache surges through your forehead and another groan escapes your lips. if jj were here right now he would be at your beck and call with a glass of water and an aspirin in hand. you knew that you honestly didn't deserve that boy but a girl can be selfish.

realizing that you would have to heed your own needs you get up gingerly from the air mattress and attempt to appear presentable by ruffling your hair and slipping on a pair of sweatpants and grabbing a t-shirt on the nearest chair.

you pull the door open slowly as it was a known fact that it needed to be oiled. maybe this was why sarah chose to sneak out to john b's, although ward was probably the main reason. boy if he knew-

the house was silent which was unusual for the camerons. it either meant that nobody was home or that everyone was peacefully sleeping. either way seemed good enough for you.

each step you made was soft and light against the timber floorboards and luckily enough the stairs didn't have a habit of creaking.

when you had conquered the three flights of stairs and reached the lower level you head towards the kitchen. you weren't particularly sure where they kept the medication but water would be enough to sustain your anguish.

the kitchen was silent as well and a sigh of relief leaves your mouth when you realize you are alone. grabbing a glass from the press you allow the water to run for a moment before slipping the cup underneath.

"you're up early". the voice makes you jump and your hand jerks causing the water to splosh all over the counter. you internally curse to yourself. he seemed to have a habit of sneaking up on people, or maybe it was just you, you couldn't be sure.

"you too" you throw back as you take a sip of your water whilst trying to avoid eye contact. you knew that if you dared look up you would be met with his devilish grin and his messy hair and most likely a lack of clothing on his upper half. those were only assumptions of course.

"i went for a run" he says and he as he makes his way over to the sink you permit a quick peek. his hair was messy although he did seem to be wearing a t-shirt, a white one that was drenched in sweat.

he takes a glass and leans over you to reach the water. he could have simply asked you to move or you could've just done so yourself but you found yourself rooted to the spot.

when rafe had filled his cup he spotted your flaming cheeks. he smirks. "you considering my offer?" he says as he peeks over the perch of the glass as he takes a sip.

you scoff. he's so confident in himself, simply because your cheeks had reddened at your closeness. this was not uncommon it happened to most girls, when they found themselves with an attractive-. "no. my answer is no" you confirm but by the way your voice wobbles as he nears again rafe can't believe your answer.

"i have a boyfriend". he moves closer. "i like him....a lot". rafe pauses perhaps a metre away from you.

"but you don't love him?".

"that's none of your business".

he chuckles as he scours his mouth with his tongue. "i make you nervous". you gulp as he once again aims to close the gap between you two. "you just can't accept why".

you dismiss his words with a swift shake of your head. "no, you make me uncomfortable" you say trying your hardest to block out the sounds of your heart pounding through your chest.

"fine. think what you want. my offer still stands. always will. i'll be waiting" he says. again you scoff at his behaviour. and once again you make an escape.

placing the drained glass on the counter you glare at him before making an exit. "bye rafe"you say. rafe smirks and waves a hand in your direction. just as you turn to walk away he calls you back. "y/n". he pauses when you stop and await his words. "stay safe".

with a shake of your head you turn on your heel and walk out of the kitchen, out into the hall onto the front patio. anger bubbles inside you. the fact that he had the audacity to tell you to be safe, astounded you. you bite down hard on your lip when your stomach rumbles and you suddenly crave food and not only that but your boyfriend. you want to feel his arms around your waist, his lips on yours. it's not long before you receive both desires.

...

jj slips a chip into your mouth and a giggle escapes your lips as he presses a kiss on your nose soon after.

as soon as you had called jj and asked him to go have breakfast he had bribed pope's father to allow the two of you to dine at his restaurant, free of charge. jj could be charming at times but you preferred it when it was just for you.

at this early hour heyward's seafood could be considered deserted apart from the couple sat in the middle of the room. it was clear that heyward was displeased by your presence from the scowl on his face as he wiped a plate dry. or maybe that was just his face?

"you good?" jj asks as he watches you finish the last chip on your plate. sadly for jj you hadn't been very generous in sharing.

"yeah. thanks j" you reply as you push the plate away from you to show that you were in fact full. you liked that about jj, that he cared. all your boyfriends before him had been complete douchebags and when jj learnt of this he vowed to never act in their ways.

for now, his promise was being fulfilled.

"don't thank me". jj tilts his head over to pope's father. "thank you mr.heyward" you call over to him but as expected he doesn't give much of a response, just a grunt.

"wanna get out of here?" jj asks but it doesn't seem a question as he pulls back his chair and extends his hand for you to take.

for figure eight it was quiet morning with mostly unfamiliar faces wandering around the streets. jj smiles at you as you step out onto the path, your palm firmly in his.

having noticing the absence of human activity jj pulls you closer to him to which you don't object. you valued moments like these, when he held you, tenderly. he moves closer attempting to set his lips upon yours.

before he gets the chance you pause and then pull away when a familiar sound enters your ears. a sound that caused your heart to pound. that bike had become his main mode of transport as of late which made it easier to know when he was nearby.

"what's wrong?" jj asks, lifting his thumb to trace your cheek. you swallow the lump in your throat. you shouldn't feel guilty for wanting to kiss your boyfriend especially in front of him.

you close your eyes when you hear the bike near and then the noise stops.

"y/n?" rafe calls and when he notices that you are not alone an anger surges in him.

jj removes his hand from your cheek but still holds you close. "what are you doing? get off her man" rafe says having progressed gingerly close to jj to pull him away from your hold.

"rafe stop" you growl as it is clear that his intentions will result in bloody fists. rafe remains with a firm hold on jj's collar but when jj holds his hands up in defense he frees him from this hold.

"what gave you the right?" rafe says as he glares at jj. jj scoffs, not fully meeting his eye and then lets out a brazen laugh.

jj peeks a look over at you and it is now that a wave of shame clouds you. "well?" rafe says prompting a response and as jj begins to lash out you step between the two.

"rafe. jj is my boyfriend" you tell him. it takes a moment for rafe to fully comprehend your words before he steps back knowing that it was not his place to accuse jj of such things.

"sorry man" rafe apologizes as he slips his hands into the pockets of his shorts. it was rare for him to get embarrassed but by the way his cheeks flared he was experiencing such an event.

"it's okay dude. just glad that if something like that did happen you'd look out for her". and by the way jj smiles much in the way he smiles when he sees you, you take this as an accpetance of his apology.

"always" rafe says. with a quick nod he steps back before turning on his heel. it's not long before he mounts himself onto his bike and with his helmet on his head he spies a quick look at you before pushing down the flap. he waves a hand before starting the engine and then driving off into the distance.

jj returns his arm around your waist and out of instinct he places a comforting kiss on the top of your head. but you aren't paying attention, to any of it. you are far to focused on the trail of smoke from his bike and that the trail had perhaps come to an end and maybe that was something that you weren't pleased with.

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feralboo-the-weirdo · 5 days

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Being the youngest sucks.

Being the youngest is always being lonely

It's always being too young

Always the odd one out, the late one.

The last to leave, the last to graduate

The child the parents give up parenting on because they're tired

It's feeling guilty you're the youngest even though you couldn't chose your birth order.

It's the guilt that you were treated "better"

You got "more."

It's being the baby of the family and feeling suffocated in the wants your parents have for you. It's feeling like you can never leave your parents.

It's growing up too fast because you don't want to be left behind

It's hiding away your emotions because you realize no one really cares

It's trying to be the sunshine child

it's trying to be the child the parents have to do the least for.

it's watching your siblings get punished and wondering when you're next

it's feeling immensely terrified of confrontation because you're never allowed to win.

It's being left with your siblings because your parents gave up on you and being raised by them.

It's listening to your siblings emotions and feeling terrible because you can't do anything to help them.

it's feeling to young

it's feeling like you deserve to be punished for existing.

It's feeling like you're the last straw that broke your parents. That if they just hadn't had you they'd still have money.

It's feeling like you have to be there for your parents because all the rest of your siblings leave. It's feeling like a third parent.

it's watching everyone around you grow old but you're still young.

it's feeling so old but you're still young.

it's being told you're selfish when you're literally a child.

it's being told to grow up when you're a child.

It's feeling like you can't have mental illnesses because you watch the strain it puts on your parents with your siblings. It's watching your family suffer but not knowing how to help and not being able to.

It's constantly eavesdropping on accident out of habit because no one explains what's going on.

It's trying to monitor the situation so no one gets hurt.

it's feeling incredibly uncomfortable talking about emotions because you weren't allowed to as a child because they weren't "important" enough because your oldest siblings just told you "at least you're not an adult" or "it's so much easier at that age."

It's feeling like an only child after everyone moves out.

It's feeling disconnected from your older siblings, like you never had a relationship with them.

it's feeling like a burden on your parents because you're the last one.

You carry so many secrets. You know so many secrets. You don't know what to do with those secrets.

Being the youngest is not carefree. In a way, the youngest caries almost as much as the oldest.

I don't know the experience of many other youngest siblings but mine was not the carefree experience my older siblings tried to make it out to be. But I'm starting to realize my childhood wasn't exactly normal so that probably doesn't help. I don't know that most youngest siblings are supposed to feel like a third parent to most of their siblings at like fifteen.

Please don't hate on this post, I'm not trying to hate on eldest and middle siblings, I just want to caution you to remember that your younger sibling is going to grow up and remember the things you said to them. It's not their fault they're the youngest.

Feel free to add to this post.

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tetsunabouquet · 3 months

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Heir To The Lands Chapter 21

When Things Sink In Masterpost

They had ended up only a few meters away from the border of the strict magic repelling spells Tessa had put up. Gwenneth only seemed to stare at him in a manner that made Kit feel icky but it was in no way near of anything of importance. Because Ty was falling apart right in front of him. His mouth was forming the shapes of a thousand words but no sound came out of his throat, he was staring at the spot where Dru should had stood, and his hands were fluttering wildly. Unable to process that she had been taken, and by whom? Kit's heart broke in his chest. Never had he wanted Dru to be taken on the mission, never had he wanted Ty to trade in another one of his sister for the safety of the world. Honestly he was at a loss at what to do for him, how to console him. It came thus as a very big surprise, that it was frail and gaunt Jaime who turnt to the group. "I am so sorry. It's my faut they have Dru, if only they hadn't caught me, she'd be safe." Jaime's voice sounded as hopeless as Kit felt, and he could feel tears pricking the back of his eyes, in Ty's case they had already started to flow freely. "From the dreadful clouds, I'd take it we arrived in North Europe." Gwenneth said, trying to orient herself. "We're close to Dimmet Tarn. It's where I live." Kit said, his voice sounding weirdly hollow in his ears. "Then can we go to your place my King? It's best to regroup somewhere safe as you figure out how you will save the pale one's sister." The way she seemed to respect him so suddenly irked Kit a bit, but it was indeed the best course of action. Only the knowledge of the shennanigans Tessa's eldest two had went through, that Kit had the courage to face them now and come clean, but he still felt that fear in his gut that he was the most worthless son ever to people who had been so great to him. He wrapped one of his arms around Ty, the other around Jaime and with all the power in his arms he hoisted them up. He pushed the boys forward and it went well until Gwenneth seemed to be held back by an invisible force. "Oh right, the border magic makes sure to keep fairies out. Gwenneth, I invite you in." The pink goblin stared at him. "Only because you're the King, I will accept this vampire treatment." It was the first time her usual snarky personality shone through, and it almost made Kit smile. Almost. When they approached the Herongraystairs home, Kit yelled out, "Tessa I need your help!" It still felt too strange to call her mom, but it was also growing strange to call her Tessa. He really needed a nickname for her and Jem. Jem hurriedly opened the door, Tessa already appearing from behind them as they took in the scene in front of them. "Jem, please get my special tea ready, I think the boys have a lot of explaining to do."

Dru had to admit she was guilty of falling asleep during the flight to wherever she was. The boy's arms were warm and the breeze in Faerie was just right, it had played with her hair and the scent of the fruits hanging high in a way that made her feel calm. Though she did knew the identity of her captor, she recognized that slightly curling white blonde hair anywhere. The boy she had spoken to years ago, Sebastian's son. "Your name is Ash, right?" Was the first thing that came out of her mouth as his green eyes took her in, took in the fact she was awake. He cocked his head, studying her further as he crouched down next to her. "Yes, and your name is Drusilla, correct?" Dru blinked. "You know my name?" Ash nodded, "Your brother left a drawing of you behind in Thule. I happen to have come across it and I recognized you." He stood up and reached beneath the matras of feathers that had been made for him, and withdrew the drawing just when he heard the door downstairs open. He pressed the paper quickly in Dru's hands and told her to be quiet. Then, Ash went downstairs to find a distressed Janus.

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Never Saw It Coming {Tobey & Andrew)

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Summary: Basically Tobey Cares For Andrew and that’s mostly it.

Author: This is a old Story that I wrote on A03 so yeah.

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This was the last thing Tobey Maguire ever expected, the last thing. When the hell did it even happen?... Oh right when he said ‘I love you guys’ with complete sincerity and genuine affection Tobey knows when someone is acting and when they’re not, and Andrew was definitely not acting– the pure love and affection that showed in those chocolate iris told himself. Shock in the middle of filming the actor couldn’t help but stammer the words ‘thank you’ out of his mouth as Tom nodded with a tight but sweet smile understanding that Andrew actually meant it and went back to acting.

Tobey felt guilty that he didn’t say it back at the time, understanding that the Brit was genuinely happy to be there and shoot the movie, loving the feel of his old spider suit. Tobey couldn’t blame him, from the backlash of supposed fans shitting on him and The Amazing Spider-Man probably brought him down even if Andrew never voiced it in interviews Tobey could tell by his tone and body language when they were shooting the scene where Tom and him ask his Peter how his whole web situation worked and talked about the villains they fought in their universes. ‘I’m lame compared to you guys.’ Sure it was Andrews Peter and Spidey talking but Tobey could see it was a bit of Andrew speaking as well and that was a big no no for the eldest actor so he said the first thing that came to mind and didn’t think about the script at all ‘Woah Woah Woah can we take it back to the I’m lame part?, you are not lame you're amazing.’ Tobey didn’t miss the way Andrew's cheek turned the lightest shade of pink averting his eyes from the oldest ‘say it’ he pushed gently at the time watching a tiny smile appear on the second oldest face ‘nah man but thanks.’ ‘You’re amazing’-- ‘yeah yeah I know–’ ‘then say it’, ‘thanks I just really needed to hear that’ Andrew chuckled a bit.

It was 2 or 3 weeks after the movie was done and the cast decided to hangout in separate groups. Oddly enough the villain cast hangs out with each other which Tobey found rather amusing as the dynamic trio– like in the movie went to hang out as well. Tobey didn’t miss the way Zendaya and Tom looked at eachother– he fucking called it – he saw the way Jacob rolled his eyes in a loving manner and walked a little farther ahead to give the love birds some space. Now that only left himself and Andrew, Tobey glanced over to the british man who was just putting on his coat “Hey Andy” Andrew head shot up looking towards the other, his eyes wide and curious with a hint of confusion “me?.” Tobey huffed out a laugh.

“Yes you, who else would I call Andy, or is there another Andrew on set that I don’t know about?.” Maguire teased lightly, tilting his head a bit.

“N-No, at least I don’t think so… unless–.” Andrew began his rambling, he really did suit the role of Peter Parker didn’t he?.

Tobey light heartedly rolled his eyes at the brunette walking over to him grabbing his elbow dragging him out of the hotel room “Come motormouth, we’re gonna eat out.”

Meanwhile in a different universe…

Peter felt it, whatever it was exactly but he felt it. His chest filled with warmth and calmness, the hairs on the back of his neck standing. It wasn’t a dangerous feeling, it was a rather sweet feeling that put him at ease.

“Parker?.”

“I feel it too, I feel it too.”

#peter parker #andrew peter parker #tobey maguire #tobey peter parker #Andrew X Tobey #frienship #fondness #I respect the wives #peter 2 #peter 3 #Peter X Parker #i was exhausted #self esteem #insecurity

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kuuyandere · 2 years

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For the ask game thingy, Quit, Cope, Regret, Stigma, or Exposed, only if your comfy with answering! I picked a bunch so you can choose which ones you're ok with. Congrats on 100 Aidoneus (sorry if I get your name wrong)!

Thank you, Anon! And don't worry, you got my name correct. :) You must have done your research, I don't really make a habit of putting my moniker everywhere haha.

Also, I am comfortable answering all your questions: I was the one who created that ask game after all! I'm also the kind of person that finds answering nosy questions entertaining. The answers will be under the cut!

Quit: How long do you think it would take for you to “move on” from your darling if necessary? Would you be capable of moving on?

Ah, I don't know if I am capable of moving on from my darling. Seeing that it has been around six months since we broke up and my feelings haven't dissipated no matter how hard I try, it looks like it will linger for quite some time. I never felt remotely close to how I feel for her for anyone else before, so I don't have any prior experience to base it off of, timeline-wise.

Cope: How do you handle your more unhealthy intrusive thoughts or urges?

Well for starters, this blog is a good means to vent, and I also write for myself outside of that. I think distractions are the most helpful for me though, sometimes throwing myself into passion projects is enough to prevent my brain from spiraling too much. I also personally find replacing certain unhealthy urges with slightly healthier ones that achieve a similar feeling effective. To be honest, I am not very good at the coping part, and I mainly tend to bottle those thoughts and feelings in.

Regret: Do you ever feel guilty about being a yandere or loving differently from other people?

Yes, I often wish that I didn't love this way, or love at all for that matter. I feel bad for having many of the thoughts I have and some of the actions I have taken. I want to be a healthy partner/person, but I also will likely never feel completely satisfied with just that. It’s honestly kind of painful.

Stigma: What do you think brought about this side of you (childhood, mental illness, personality traits etc)?

I do enjoy psychoanalysis! Let’s see, I suppose it’s a lot of things. My parents are not that affectionate, and for the most part, neither am I (hence my username, the “kuu” is for kuudere). I honestly thought I was ace/aro until I met my darling when I was in high school, so her being the first and only person that made me feel that way made me quite attached. I may not be naturally affectionate with others, but I quickly learned that I am very, very affectionate and “simpy” for my beloved. I think I naturally love stronger than the average person in part because it is so difficult for me to do so.

Mental illness likely plays a large part as well, although I have never had a formal therapist to diagnose me with anything. My darling is severely depressed, so I developed a separation anxiety with her among other things from her attempts and trips to the psych ward. I am also an eldest child and naturally quite protective and nurturing, and I feel that a lot of my feelings first and foremost involve a need to protect, please, and take care of her (without anything or anyone interfering). My feelings for her are complicated, and I’m sure there are many factors that contributed to them that I am not aware of.

Exposed: Are you honest with your darling about your feelings or the true extent of them? Does anyone else know?

I have recently made my darling aware of my current romantic feelings for her (semi-unwillingly, it was a bit of a mess that I won’t get into), but she does not and will never know the true extent of how intense/obsessed/possessive/etc. I am. She does know that I have those tendencies though, and I asked for her consent to do some things like take thousands of screenshots of her on video calls while we were together. No one else in real life knows about it, but I suppose at least 100 followers on here are privy to my depravity!

#yandere #yanderecore #yancore #irl yandere #lovesick #yandere blog #yandere community #your yandere #aidoneus asks #yandere boy #male yandere #yandere male #depression mention #tw psych ward #yandere ask game

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onlyswan · 2 years

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Hey art!!!

(feel free to ignore it)

I hope you're all good. Today my eldest and my most favourite cousin graduated in medicine. She also won loyalty award . I'm extremely proud of her and also very happy. Everyone in the family is celebrating her success.

Since I was a kid, I've always been compared with her. She is religious, intelligent, pretty, listens to her parents, kind, empathetic and every beautiful adjective to exist. Me on the other hand. Youngest, playful, always teasing others, doesn't listen to her parents if feels that it doesn't make any sense, is non religious, fat, an arts student, lone wolf and what not.

It's not like i hate her or something. I love her more than anything. She is one of the most precious person to me. i can never hate her or even dislike her because of how amazing person she is. But. I feel stuck in inferiority complex. She is the perfect girl my family wants. Career oriented, hardworker, successful. I am moving in the garden called ambiguity. I understand that they want me to be inspired by her. And to a lot of extent I am but i feel like they will never be satisfied. I've participated and won in many competition but my dad doesn't seem to feel good on it. I feel like I'm just not the person my family wants. I argue with them if they talk reason about something completely nonsense. I take stand for myself. But i feel like I do wrong. I feel like I'm too centres to even consider their pov. I don't know art how to feel. 8 called her to confess how guilty i feel for feeling such way towards her but she was sick and it was a special day for her so I couldn't muster up the courage to say it to her.

At this point i doubt if I'll even be successful or not. I fear everything. I don't know how am I gonna face the world . I'm afraid fail my parents who have sacrificed so much for me and they still do. I feel like a burden. I don't know if I can be truly happy or not..

Anyways sorry for my rant. I just felt that i needed to get all this out of my chest and i don't have anyone to whom o can say and who would listen to me. i absolutely love her but how everybody yk i just don't know how to explain. I wish I could apologize her and that she would forgive me. When parents gave me a lecture to be like her, i wasn't the one crying but she did. She felt how even after years of being compared how she still is my fav person. But i don't know how i feel now. She surely still is really precious to me but..... I still love her but.....

feel free to ignore it. Ig i need to come to be comfortable in being everybody's last choice.

You are really precious to me art. Your words always bring me comfort. You're like the best friend i don't have. I don't know what i would do or to who i would say all this but I really love you ❤️❤️❤️.

Sending lots of hugs and kisses your way!!!

~🐻

warm hugs for my bear anonie 🫂 i’m glad u got this off your chest and thank u for trusting me!

sometimes the reason we feel stuck in our journey is because instead of moving forward, we spend so much of our time looking around observing other people in their own paths or listening to their opinions on how you’re supposed to navigate yours. but this journey called life is yours entirely, and while many factors influence you, you still get to make the choice at the end of the day. you have control way more than you think, and that’s what probably makes it so scary. it’s may be easier to try and become the person your family wants you to be because there are already standards set, almost like a manual you just have to follow. but i promise that putting the work in getting to know yourself and figuring out who you want yourself to be is going to be a beautiful and fulfilling process. the one and only person you are going to spend the rest of your life with is yourself :) so please make yourself your first choice. i don’t know what being happy truly means, but i’ve been finding peace in putting what i need and want above everything else for the first time in my life. it comes with sacrifices, but it’s healing my inner child and that’s priceless ^^

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loved-be-the-leo · 9 months

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I've opted to post this here as opposed to on my Facebook where so many of my family and friends will see and feel compelled to reply with well intended remarks of support. Here I can hide behind some anonymity like a shield; perhaps someone will read this and see another kindred spirit. Know I see you too, and that I understand in some ways what you're going through.

I'll probably be posting this before my birthday and maybe after will be compelled to delete it; talking myself back from it. From feeling that it's just me being dramatic and invalidating my feelings as I often do because it's easier that way. It's no big deal after all and in the grand scheme of things not all that important. Others are suffering in far worse ways. I know and have told many that their suffering doesn't necessarily invalidate mine and my feelings are valid. Trying to brush them aside doesn't negate that.

So I find myself at a crossroads as I leave my 20s behind me. A decade full of so much change; some good, some bad and some that was just suffering. I graduated college from a university that wasn't the best in the grand scheme of things with a GPA only slightly above average but still high enough that come this fall I'll be beginning a master's program at one of the more prestigious universities in my state. One recognized highly by the industry I make have a career in. I'd also be the first grandchild on both sides of my family to graduate; and on one the only but not the eldest.

I got my first "big girl job", after struggling for over six months to do so thanks to family connections I know helped me which lead to another flavor of imposter syndrome. One that pushed me to work that much harder to prove that I deserved to be where I was. I eventually paid off my student loans thanks to the sudden passing of my grandfather after years of his health degrading. The news of which I got while visiting a friend a mere three days into the trip after breaking up with my boyfriend of 9 months who had been slowly eating away at the progress I had made on my mental health by ignoring my feelings in order to justify his cycling behavior that I had expressed concern about before. It's okay; he didn't have time for me and that was clear on top of the fact certain views he had didn't align with me... Going so far as to insult the fact I had a degree and other concerns I voiced in other areas of our relationship (a story for another time perhaps.)

Before him I lost my second grandmother again; for Alzheimer's had taken her from me years before when she couldn't remember who I was and the anxiety of seeing her in an assisted living home drove a wedge between us whose gap I never managed to breach. I was promoted twice and the joke I made about what if I made 6 figures by 30 turned out not to be a joke. I bought my own at 27 in the middle of my grandmother dying; it's happening today turning into anytime now for over a month who's effect I think can still be felt by my father as his remaining parent's age started to show.

For all intents and purposes my 20s could be seen as mostly good but there's still a part of me that despite myself looks at others. Sees that they're not going through life alone and pushes all I've done to the wayside. The voice that has convinced myself that despite the importance that many put on turning 30 it's no big deal. That I'm not really that big deal and celebrating what accomplishments I have made would come off as arrogant and self centered. That my friends are annoyed whenever I do even when they tell me otherwise.

The pandemic did very little to help many of these feelings; any plans I having made on my birthday even before it falling through. My mother's birthday isn't even a week from mine so often we do things for both; if I'm asked what I want I'm consumed by anxiety as I worry about picking something my mother in particular won't enjoy because- whether intentionally or not I'llet you decide, it'll make me feel guilty.

I'm not entirely sure where I intended to go with this; perhaps I wrote it in the hopes that she posted I might get validation from strangers. Maybe even someone will take time to send kind

words intended to push away the imposter syndrome or the hesitance to talk about my accomplishments in a way not immediately followed by attempts to circumvent then or in annoyance when someone pushes me too far. Or maybe if truly was made just in an attempt for someone to know they're not alone.

#goodbye 20s #happy bithday to me #hello 30s #thoughts #personal #delete later

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mackayturner · 1 year

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Despite the heavy rock blasting from the stereo, you felt yourself slowly drifting off to sleep in the back of the Impala. The usual banter between the Winchester brothers is the last thing you heard before finally disappearing into a much needed slumber.

Dean's apple green eyes glanced up at the rearview mirror, pausing his finger tapping to turn the music down after noticing you were asleep.

"Why do you always get to-"

"Shh, Y/N's sleeping." Dean cut his brother off, glancing up at the mirror again. He thought of how peaceful you looked, head resting against the window. Sam turned his head, muttering an 'Oh' as he realised.

The car pulled into the motel parking lot.

Dean looked over his shoulder, sighing as you were still out cold. He shared a look with Sam, who raised his eyebrows.

"We can't wake her up." Dean said softly.

"Well how do you propose we avoid that?" Sam replied, tilting his head.

Dean glanced at you again, an idea forming as a smile tugged at his lips.

"I'll carry her."

Sam almost snorted. "Really? Carry her?"

Dean frowned, resting his arm on the wheel. "What, you think I can't?"

Sam shrugged, an amused expression on his face.

"Watch me." Dean replied, exiting the car. He came around to your door, opening it slowly. Leaning over you, he carefully undid your seatbelt, then wrapped one arm around your shoulders, the other under your legs.

He managed to lift you out without awaking you, and he adjusted his hold. Sam had stepped out of the car, and watched Dean with a surprised look.

Dean shot him a smirk, loving that he proved his brother wrong.

He began walking to the motel entrance, waiting for Sam to catch up.

"Sammy, be a gem and open the door for us?" Dean spoke, smiling innocently.

Sam rolled his eyes, annoyed since he had no choice.

After the owner gave them their room key, Sam opened the door, groaning.

"What now?" Dean asked.

Sam stepped aside, letting Dean see the two double beds.

His heart rate increased at the thought of sharing a bed with you. He glanced down, smiling to himself.

"We'll let Y/N decide who to share with when she wakes up." Dean said, not wanting his brother to know.

With a huff, Sam agreed.

Dean walked over to one of the beds, carefully placing you on the soft sheets. He lightly brushed away some of the stray hairs that had fallen over your eyes.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, finding Dean's green eyed gaze on your features. He quickly looked away, clearing his throat.

"Sorry Y/N/N, didn't wanna wake you." He said quickly.

You realised you weren't in the car anymore, but instead inside the motel room.

Your eyes travelled over to Sam, who didn't look too impressed.

Dean noticed. "There's only two beds so one of us will have to share with ya."

Your cheeks reddened slightly at the thought of sharing a bed with one of the Winchesters. Secretly, you had a thing for the eldest, but you didn't particularly feel like admitting it.

Dean was sat at the edge of the bed, Sam standing a few feet away.

"Personally, speaking from experience, I wouldn't sleep with Sammy. He hogs the bed."

Sam scoffed, folding his arms. "Do not!"

You stifled a giggle, picturing the scene in your head. Dean glanced at you, throwing a wink your way. His eyes lingered, causing you to look away.

"You always steal the blanket." Sam countered, shifting his stance.

Dean twisted his head around to him, eyebrows raised. "Maybe cause I'm taking it back from you Sammy."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Oh please-"

"Boys." You cut them off, voice raised. They both stared at you, guilty expressions on their faces. "I'll sleep next to Dean okay. That's that."

Dean was glad but kept it hidden. He threw a smirk at his brother. "See? She thinks you're a bed hog too."

Sam went to step forward, but you held up your hand, glaring at the boys.

"Can we please just settle in for the night? I wanna go back to sleep." You spoke, letting out a sigh.

The boys nodded, muttering 'Sorry Y/N'.

After everyone had gotten ready for bed, Dean slid in beside you, keeping a healthy gap between the both of you.

Part of you was disappointed, but you also thought it was silly that he'd just snuggle up to you. He wasn't like that. Especially since you're only friends.

With a sigh, you drifted off to sleep yet again.

After what must have been a couple of hours, you opened your eyes to the dark room, seeing it was only 2:17am. You silently grumbled, going to shift your body before you realised something was laying across you.

Confused, you squinted, trying to make out what it was. It wasn't until you felt soft breathing on your neck that realisation hit you.

Dean was snuggled up to you, his strong arm wrapped around your waist.

Dean Winchester was snuggling you.

He shifted in his sleep, mumbling something, before pulling you closer to his chest. His scent engulfed you, and you now knew that this was your favourite place. Wrapped in Dean's arms.

You melted into his embrace, feeling comfortable.

You peaked over at the next bed, noticing Sam sprawled across it with half the blanket hanging off the edge.

Smiling to yourself, you closed your eyes, feeling at home. And before you knew it, you had drifted off to sleep again.

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Just wrote this for fun as requested by my sister 😁

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mental-health-advice · 1 year

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Hi I hope you're well. Idk who else to talk to and I haven't actually gone to a therapist yet but I know I have some sort of social anxiety because it affects my daily life. I barely participate in discussions during my classes and when I do, I overthink what I'm going to say and end up going off topic, not like how I rehearsed it in my head. I start to hate myself after I talk in class because I hate the way I speak (I'm really really bad at thinking on the spot and mumble a lot so it makes me self conscious). Sometimes the prof tells me she can't hear me and it makes me even more anxious and I feel guilty because I'm not contributing to the class well, while my classmates can contribute freely, without any worries, and are able to articulate their ideas perfectly. I feel like it'll just be a downward spiral from here because I'm only continuing my studies because my parents have high expectations for me. They think I'm capable of getting a great job because of my education and my organization skills but I get anxious just thinking about it because I know for a fact that I'd never do well in a job interview no matter how much I practice (even if I practice it still wouldn't go how I planned). They think I'm their only hope because my two elder brothers didn't finish their studies, and one also has some mental health issues (he speak to a therapist on the phone for help). I on the other hand, I know I need to go to therapy but I don't think my parents think anything is wrong with me. Plus, I feel like I'd just be a burden on them because they're already struggling as it is (we're not really that well off) and I've seen how my family treats my brother as a burden as well for having mental health issues) so I don't think I'll ever get the help I want. I also feel like a burden on my close friends because some of them also have some mental health issues and so bringing up my own struggles will make it seem as though I'm disregarding theirs. It's just too much and it's gotten to the point where I have trouble sleeping because my brain doesn't stay quiet and I have too many thoughts running through my head :(

Hey there,

I too had struggles when I was at uni with actively participating in class discussions and sharing my own thoughts and ideas on topics that were brought up, so you are definitely not alone in that aspect.

I think when it comes to speaking up and contributing to class discussions, it’s more of a confidence thing and so the more you do it, the better and more comfortable you will feel in doing it. You did mention though that you try to talk in class but that you are never satisfied or happy in the way you talk/ feeling as though you don’t get your point across well enough despite practicing and rehearsing it in your head first. Firstly, I think it’s great that you are at least giving it a go and trying, you would be surprised at how many people will just sit back in the background and stay quiet.

I am wondering if before talking in class you can first write down points that you want to talk about and next to each point writing a bit about each. Doing this may help you to stay on point and remind yourself what you are trying to discuss and get out talking wise in your classes. Just an idea! Something else you could try is speaking to your professor and letting them know that you struggling with talking in class and that it makes you feel really self-conscious when they say they cannot hear you. You never know but they may also have some pointers on how you can talk more in classes! I’m sure that they have had past students who have struggled with the same or similar things as you when it comes to speaking in class.

I also want to quickly mentioned that it’s not really fair on your parents to put all this pressure on you for being the only one out of your siblings to get into uni and continue in your studies. I too can relate to this as my eldest sister wanted to be a paramedic but didn’t get the grades to go to uni to further in her studies and my brother chose a trade and so again didn’t go to uni but then somehow, shy me got accepted? Yes it’s super cool that you got in and get to study in your chosen fields but at the same time it has to be because you want to do this, not others wanting this for you but because you want it for yourself. And whilst it’s true that you may get a better job from going to uni, you can still get a decent job of your choice without a degree. My sister is a great example of this as she never made it to uni but now has a great job at an emergency services call centre where she is able to directly help others still (just not in the field). And me, well I had to drop out of uni due to my mental health impacting on my studies but I again am doing what I love even though it’s mostly volunteer based stuff. So for example I love both working with animals and helping others and offering them support where I can. I now volunteer for an animal rescue group with getting funding and am also a foster carer for cats/ kittens and to help me fulfill my desires to help others, I volunteer when I can here at MHA. I guess what I am trying to say is that getting a degree isn’t everything. You need to be happy and really want this, even if what you really want isn’t following your parent’s dreams for you.

And in regards to feeling as though you won’t be any good at job interviews, just try to focus on the here and now right now. We never know what the future may have in store for us so there is no point in worrying or stressing about all the what ifs when they haven’t even happened as yet!

I know it can be really hard in confiding in friends about your own struggles when you know they have their own stuff going on as well. It’s more than OK to let friends into your world though and they may even be able to offer you some advice and support themselves. You will not be disregarding their own mental health stuff, actually, one thing that I have found helpful in my own mental health recovery is that sometimes it can really help to help others or even just to listen to them when times are tough or just for things in general. It can help give the other person a break from their own struggles and head and that can be really helpful at times for both you and them! And if you are worried about saying too much to your friends about your own situation, then just let them know to tell you if it’s getting to be too much. It’s OK for them to say stop, just like it’s OK for you to tell them to stop if them talking to you is becoming too overwhelming.

It can be really tough when we know we need that extra help and support but feel as though by speaking up we will be a burden to others. And whilst I do not know your family’s personal situation there are ways that you can receive the help and support and at a low cost or for free. For example, you can always speak to a counsellor from either a helpline or on web counselling which is free, or you can check out your local community mental health services and see if they can help you and support you in any way or even just referring you on to someone else. There is hope out there and yes, your parents may not be accepting that you need help and support too, but even the most successful people need help and support sometimes!

I really hope that this has helped a bit and please do let us know if we can help to support you in any other way!

I’m thinking of you and hope that you are going well!

Take care,

Lauren

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