#i hate being jealous because i know i'm being unreasonable

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The Lin Kuei boys get jealous after you get flowers from another man

Mk1 Headkanons

C/w: Yandere tropes, jealousy, toxic relationship, G/n reader, mentions of violence, stalking, these men being unreasonable and irrational lol

Bi-Han

The Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei has never been affectionate, especially when it came to you. But while saying that, he hated the idea of someone else showing you affection or even making you happy. The idea of another (especially a man) putting a smile on your face, giving you a warm feeling inside, even making you laugh, burned him.

So when someone (Maybe some member of the Lin Kuei or even Johnny Cage) works up the courage to give you a nice bouquet, he rages.

You can feel his eyes burn a hole into the back of your head as you graciously receive the gift and thank the man.

You smile and giggle causing Bi-Han to shake with rage. The final straw was when he saw your face, or what was on your face. Blush, you were blushing. Bi-Han's mind begins to race. Why are you blushing? Does he make you happy? Happier than when you are with him? Did you prefer this man to him?

Without even thinking anymore he attacks the man, punching him so hard that his teeth are scattered all over the floor. He pummels him with no mercy and not a single sign of stopping. It takes you and a few other Lin Kuei to finally rip him off the poor man.

You drag him home but this isn't the end of it. "What is wrong with you?" "YOU and you whoring ways." before you know it, you're arguing, neither of you shows any sign of relenting. Soon the arguing turns into a screaming match, and things get so heated to the point that Bi-Han punches a wall leaving a massive dent.

Tears stream down your face as you yell at him to get out. For a moment his eyes soften and grow wide with hurt and shock, but immediately harden as he turns and slams the door behind him, basically breaking the door and the wall. Leaving you there alone crying.

Time passes, minutes become hours, hours become days, days, become weeks, and you and Bi-han haven't talked to each other. Whenever you see each other you quickly look away, refusing to even make eye contact with the man. You don't see it, but Bi-Han is hurt by this, but he buries it down and puts on his usually stern face.

Finally, it all ends one night when you hear someone knocking at your door. You open it to find Bi-Han, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are puffy and red, he's trying his best to keep it together but it's obvious that he'll break at any second.

"I'm... Sorry." He forces out his mouth, this is something hard for him to do. He'd rather be fighting Liu Kang than be facing you right about now. "You mean so much to me, I don't want to lose you..." he admits.

He then gets onto his knees and prostrates himself before you. After a few moments, you sigh and let him back inside.

Kuai Liang

Kuai Liang has never hidden his love for you, he'd show it every chance he got. He'd buy you gifts and send you poems spouting his eternal devotion to you, and more stuff like that. He feels confident in this relationship and your feelings for him.

So when that man comes up to you and gives you flowers, he isn't the least bit jealous... well, that's what he wants to believe.

It bothers him the way you smile at receiving the gift, you laugh and even blush. What are you doing, he thinks to himself. Why are you acting like this? Does his gifts make you act this way? Aren't you happy with him? Isn't he enough for you?

He forces a smile onto his face and tries to retain his composure. He then finds the opportunity and interjects, saying something like you need to go because of an emergency.

Afterwards, he will do everything in his power to make you happy. Do you want flowers? Fine, he'll find the most beautiful and exotic ones the realms could offer. He'll make multiple gestures to display his affection, hoping that you'll return it.

But at the end of the day, it doesn't matter how many times you tell him you love him, he will see that bouquet of flowers that you still keep and jealousy and insecurity consume him.

One day, he'll see the flowers in the pot you specifically chose for it and just stare at them. Before he can even top and think, he grabs the pot and throws it to the ground. He stomps at it and even uses his power to burn it to ashes.

Of course, all this ruckus gets your attention and you rush in and find Kuai Liang hitting the ground where the flowers were. Its ground is broken and charged by his spontaneous and reckless actions.

"What are you doing?!" You shout, both confused and even scared by this. Kuai's head shoots up realizing you're in the room. "Y/n, I didn't...You...I... I'm sorry." He turns and rushes out of the room.

For the next few weeks, Kuai will avoid you at all costs. Too ashamed of himself to face you after what he did. Every time you try to talk to him he quickly gets away. You don't understand why he's acting like this, did you do something? Does he hate you?

Finally, you can corner him. You try to talk to him, ask him what's wrong. Kuai rushes past you and attempts to quickly get away from you, but he stops when he hears a sniffling noise. He turns and sees you crying. It was then he finally realised how much he was hurting you. He hated himself even more now, he was so busy thinking about himself that he didn't even stop to think about how his actions were affecting you.

He walks back up to you and holds you. "I-I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you. Those flowers... they...it doesn't matter anymore. I love you." He says as he pulls you in and tightly holds you.

Tomas Vrbada

Tomas was and always has been insecure about the relationship. He's constantly scared that you'll one day leave him. You were the most beautiful and wonderful thing to happen to him, how could he not worry that things were too good to be true. It didn't help that he knew about all the others that desired you. He already lost his family, he couldn't lose you as well.

When you are offered flowers by that man, Tomas does everything he can to maintain his composure as you smile and laugh as you happily receive the gift. He watches as you continue your conversation with the man, he feels strange urges come over him. The urge to rip the flowers from out your hands and stomp them to pieces, the urge to beat the man to a bloody pulp, the urge to...what was happening to him?

Quickly he interjects into the conversation and insists that you have to go. You leave and Tomas tries to stop thinking about what just happened. But the way you are smiling at the bouquet so fondly it makes him go mad.

For the next few weeks nothing happens, Tomas seems off though. You ask what's wrong but he insists that everything is fine. So you don't think much about it, if Tomas wants to talk to you about it he will. And continue on with your daily routines...unaware that Tomas is following you.

Everywhere you go, he's too far behind. He keeps to the shadows, using powers to help him hide from you. He has to see everything you do, everywhere you go, every person you talk to. He loves you, but he can't seem to trust you for the life of him.

You realize something's wrong when Kuai comes to you and reveals that Tomas hasn't been fulfilling his tasks and duties. You immediately start to get concerned. He's been very distant lately, does this have anything to do with it? Why was he acting strange? Why won't he talk to you about it? You try to catch him before he leaves and talk to him. But seems to avoid you like the black plague and rushes out of the house.

You sigh and go on with the rest of your day. But since Kuai told you this news, you've seemed to become on edge for no reason. You become paranoid that someone is following you. As you make your way through your daily routine, you see the very same man who gave you the flowers and happily go to him and have a conversation.

Tomas watches you two talk and he feels an anger rise up in him. The way you two chatted so happily like you were in love, Tomas couldn't take it any more and spring from the shadows and confront you. "I-I can't believe you, was nothing we had special?!"

You didn't understand what was happening, Tomas suddenly appeared and he was yelling at you. Screaming at the man and chasing him away. He admits to following you and is grateful that he did, seeing how familiar you are with other men.

"Y-You were stalking me?" You suddenly yelled back. Hearing you say, Tomas realizes quickly how insane he was acting. His cheeks flush as his once confident form shrinks into an awkward one. "Oh gods, Y/n, I'm so sorry. I-" but before he can finish, you turn your back on him and you walk away, leaving him there all alone.

Weeks go by as you avoid him, you don't come home, and you don't speak Kuai either, it's like you disappeared off the face of the planet. These were some of the loneliest weeks Tomas has ever experienced in his life, he couldn't eat he could sleep, and he couldn't even build up the strength to get out of bed. What was even the point? Without you, life didn't have much meaning.

You finally build up the courage and come back home, hoping for some closure and to settle things. Tomas immediately swings open the door and ushers you inside. He is quick to start apologizing, he is in a desperate state. He even starts to break down and cry.

This pathetic display moves you, you admit that you missed him. You embrace each other and cry in each other's arms. "I'm so sorry, please don't leave me," he begs.

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Enemies to lovers & enemies with benefit, remus x reader pls? They both are academic rivals and one day things got heated and they have angry sex then after that everytime they would argue in ends up in them having sex? Maybe add in a jealous remus hehe

i absolutely loved this request!! tried my best (i haven't written smut in a while, sorry if it's trash). might need to do a part two to add the jealous remus in :)) also, i'm trying out a new intro set up because i'm tired of the old one

how to hate a boy

pairing remus lupin x reader

warnings mdni!! smut, lotta smut, fingering, p in v (protected), general hatred, really bad editing (i didn't edit tehe)

Remus Lupin was always a crude, scruffy boy. Ever since she’d met him, he’d been nothing but trouble. It started with the pranks. Remus Lupin and his moronic Gryffindor companions had become notorious for their practical jokes within the first few years of Hogwarts. It was nothing necessarily harmful: enchanting quills to scribble on sleeping students' faces or swapping out pumpkin juice for polyjuice potion. They were always annoying, but never intrusive to her specifically. Until the end of fourth year.

She prided herself on being one of the brightest witches of her age, receiving praise from McGonnagle and Slughorn themselves. It was only natural to assume she'd ranked somewhere in the top five in each year's final exams. There was an ease to her step when she walked to the board outside the square where each fourth year's marks had been posted. Though there was a crowd of both horrified and excited children, she pushed through to look at the list. Her eyes moved to the top immediately, gently combing through the list until...

In that moment, she died.

She found her name next to an emboldened number six, and the name above? Lupin, Remus John. Her mouth was dry in an instant, all the moisture having been sucked from her tongue to her eyes. As if the colossal failure along with its physical repercussions wasn't enough, Sirius Black, one of said moronic Gryffindors, had popped up next to her for a look at the board.

"Would you look at that, Moons!" His ecstatic tone sent a wave of bile up her throat, "You're in the top five!"

"Piss off." She heard his gruff voice respond.

"I'm serious! You're up here!"

That was about all she could take. She pushed through the crowd, ignoring the hisses of annoyance and the calls of 'what the hell's her problem?' Hot, salty tears filled her eyes as she stomped from the square. Something like this would never happen again, she would make sure of it.

Thus, the rivalry was born.

Remus never truly knew how he'd suddenly gained an enemy the next year. He didn't know her well - she was just a girl in his year, not one he'd ever talked to or singled out. Yet, there was a newfound aggression she held towards him that unleashed itself within the classroom. If he began to raise his hand to answer a question, hers would shoot up with no hesitation before his fingers were as high as his head. He thought she was just eager and he was just slow until it happened in every class they had together for two weeks.

Then, in the library, she would casually pluck the books he would reach for. It was a nuisance, truly, and more than that, he received an A on a paper he could've received an O on if he'd just had the books he needed. It was then he accepted that this was not a random occurrence, this girl truly had some sort of vendetta against him, and he needed to retaliate. Returning to his dorm after collecting his graded paper, he immediately sought to design a prank to put an end to this one-sided war. However, within minutes of planning it, an idea occurred to him: maybe he'd started it all, or Sirius, or James, or Peter. Perhaps she'd been fodder in one of their pranks, and in turn was the one getting her revenge.

Remus was not an unreasonable man. Unlike Sirius (who would've pulled something far worse than a practical joke on her), he could deal with this situation with something much less drastic: a conversation.

He found her the next day tucked away in the library. She was at a table near the back where there were more cobwebs than books. He approached her with the same caution someone might lend to a venomous snake or feral cat. Slow, steady steps led him to her chair, where he introduced his presence with an awkward cough.

"Hi," he spoke, tone unwavering. She, whose eyes had been gliding along the pages of a book, looked up at him with an uninterested gaze. He stood still for a moment before letting out a sigh.

"I'm sorry, alright?" He huffed, though he wasn't sure what his was sorry for.

"Sorry?" She raised a brow in what seemed to be genuine intrigue.

"Yeah, y'know," he gently scraped the edge of his boot against the table leg, "For whatever I did. Or we did. Whatever bit of fun we had that's got you so miffed with me."

All at once, her quirked brow and sense of interest dissipated, replaced by a hard scowl. Quickly, she began packing away her belongings, not caring to spare him a glance.

"What?" There was a sense of annoyance in her voice, "I was apologizing."

"Mhm," she hummed, zipping her bag. Before she left, she met his eyes with a piercing gaze, "I heard about that A you got, Lupin. Try a little harder next time, will you?" With that, she left the library and a partly-dumbfounded, partly-pissed Remus.

His initial reaction was to fight fire with fire: if she wanted to be a prick, he'd show her how low he could get. He stomped through the castle, steam blowing from his ears. His face was twisted into one of rage when he slammed his dorm door shut, immediately alerting his roommates.

"'Bloody hell's wrong with you?" Sirius immediately perked up from the upside-down position he had on his bed. Remus, more than ready to respond, opened his mouth only to find that no words would come out.

I heard about that A you got, Lupin. Try a little harder next time, will you?

That remark, her book sabotage, the amount of times she'd overshadowed him in class. This hatred towards him was personal, and it had to do something with his marks. He had been doing quite well recently, especially with coming up in the top five of last year's final exams. A wicked smile crossed his lips as he slowly slid his bag from his shoulders.

"Nothin'," Remus shook his head, walking to his desk, "Nothin's wrong at all."

"That was concerning, that face you made – did anyone else see that? James?" Sirius glanced around the room to see James far too invested with his Walkman and Frank and Peter half asleep in their beds.

"Trust me, Pads, I'm perfect," he shot Sirius a grin.

Next week, there a new paper was assigned in Defense Against the Dark Arts, a class he and his new sworn enemy shared. Instead of visiting the library in the afternoon as he always had, he would go during early mornings. Yawning, he fought the urge to resume his slumber on his table as he scribbled down notes upon notes of research. He got quicker, too, learning to raise his hand faster than she could ever dream of. Sure, sometimes he didn't know the answer to the question being asked, but he was quicker than her, and that's all that mattered.

A month later, when the DADA essays were now graded and redistributed to the students, he found a large red O at the top left of his paper. A wild, toothy smile adorned his lips as he looked down at the letter. The class had ended, but most of the students were there, pouring over the grades they'd received. Remus eyed the room for a moment before finding her at a table a few seats behind him. He stood, leaving Sirius, his desk partner, to tap his nails against his paper marked with the words 'See me after class!'

Remus was stealthy, making his way to her with the slow, collected steps he'd used before. Only this time there was no caution: he was decisive, cool. He sneaked a look at her paper, catching a glimpse of a red E. Looking back to her face, he noticed the gentle, pretty smile spread on her lips, but quickly shook his head.

"Nice work," he hummed, asserting himself. She looked to him with that same uninterested gaze he'd seen before. At that, his smirk grew tenfold.

"Maybe try harder next time, though, yeah?" He held up his paper. She couldn't even try to hide the shock, her jaw falling immediately to reflect to O on his paper. Without a word, he turned and slid out of the classroom.

Though it seemed like a done deal, this rivalry carried on for years. It went from a silent challenge to an increasingly public feud, which included spats in the Great Hall and fiercely whispered arguments in the library. It only worsened when they each became Prefects: their new privileges allowed even more room for one-upping. At some point, all of Hogwarts either knew of or had experienced their shared wrath. Opinions on the quarrel varied.

"She's fit," Sirius had said one afternoon in sixth year, "Nice bum. Maybe a good snog would set you both straight."

"Have you ever talked to her?" Lily Evans asked during a study session with Remus, "Try reasoning?"

"Fight the power!" James screamed, half drunk, half high at a party.

By seventh year, it seemed as though there was nothing that could be done. They hated each other, and that was that.

It was late November when Remus had Prefect rounds. Frost covered the edges of the windows he passed, and he wondered if it was he or the snow outside that had caused it. It was pure chance that drove him towards the library. He just wanted to stop there for a moment of silence before returning to his dorm. Of course, he had his silence in the empty hallways, but he chose to ignore that in favor of inhaling the scent of old books.

He entered the library, walking through a few shelves and mindlessly trailing his thumb along book spines. It was dark, but his wand provided a good bit of light to see ahead of him. He turned to leave when a noise pricked his ears: a loud thud in the back of the library.

Remus was on high alert as he rushed back to where the sound had come from. It was likely nothing more than a few first years sneaking out or a couple trying to get in a late night snog, but he still held his wand at the ready. What he did not expect to see upon turning the corner was his mortal enemy crouched over fallen books.

"What the hell are y'doing?" He spoke, his voice not nearly as quiet as he'd hoped. Her head shot up immediately before bowing with a hiss due to the light of his wand.

"Get that bloody light out of my face, you ass," she huffed, setting the books back down on the table. It was as though she was fully set up for a study session: books, parchment, quills, and the warm glow of a candle. He studied the scene with furrowed brows.

"You shouldn't be in the library, it's past curfew," he said in a sharp tone. Another look at the girl led him to (hesitantly) soften up his gaze. Under the white light of his wand, he could clearly see the marks of exhaustion left on her face, the very ones he saw in himself at the mirror. He settled himself in the space between her table and an empty one behind him.

"Past hours? Really now?" She shot back in a sarcastic tone. Remus huffed.

"You should be sleeping," he grumbled out.

"And you should be up?" She rolled her eyes, "Go on, leave me alone. I have work to do."

"What kind of git stays up late to work?" He said, ignoring that fact that he was absolutely that kind of git, "Get to bed."

The words didn't seem to pierce her, as she turned back to her book, unaffected. He stared down at her seated form, unsure of what to do. A cough (disguised as a groan) left him, and he decided to push a bit more. He leaned towards the table to pick up a book.

"What are you even–”

"Stop," she snapped. In a flash she stood and swiped the book from his hands. They were both on their feet now, their feet within centimeters of each other.

"You should sleep," he repeated with a clenched jaw.

"And what do you care?" She griped.

"You're a student out past hours, and I'm a Prefect," he said in a tight voice.

"Prefect? I'm a Prefect, you dunce," she scoffed, waving her hand in an irritated manner, "Just shut it and-"

"Don't tell me to shut it." The interruption was accompanied by a grip on her wrist. The sudden physical contact was a surprise to both of them. Even more surprising was the fact that she hadn't yet snagged her hand back.

"There would be no need to tell you to shut it if you didn't keep your ugly mouth closed," she hissed, her tone far louder than what was considered appropriate for a library. The silence was thick between them. His fingers burned her skin from the heat he radiated.

Remus didn't know what it was that made him do it. Sleep deprivation, frustration, rage, bashful horniness from the way he was yelled at. Whatever it may be, he unclasped her wrist only to capture her jaw and smash his lips to hers in an angry kiss. It wasn't pretty, and it wasn't gentle, and he nearly pulled away when he realized what he'd done only to feel her hands grip his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

It was unabashedly ugly the way they kissed. Open mouths and gnashing teeth, more wrath and bite than the result of a tender love love confession. Remus had entirely forgotten there was a table behind him until her hands met his chest and pushed him back, knocking him onto the solid wood surface.

He was taller, but in this moment, she was above him, biting his lower lip and pulling his hair with total disregard to how it may hurt him. This action ripped a deep groan from his throat as wave of sweet pain washed over his scalp. His sudden vocalization sent her flying back with wide eyes.

"What are we doing?" She said through heavy breaths.

"You wanna stop?" He spoke, equally breathless. Her immediate reaction was to say 'no,' which scared her into stunned silence. Remus took this lapse to quickly stand to his full height and push her back towards her table. His lips were back on hers as he carelessly slid her belongings to the ground. He had just enough clarity to move the candle with a bit more diligence, setting it down on the table in front of hers.

Finding herself trapped snuggly between Remus and the wood, she hopped up to sit on the table. This new position seemed to suit Remus as well, seeing as he slotted himself directly between her open legs. His lips descended from her mouth to her jaw. He lost himself in her gasps as he nipped and sucked at her skin, though, he wasn't lost enough to ignore the way her hips jolted into his when sunk his teeth into the junction where her jaw met her neck.

His hands slid further down, testing the boundaries below the waist. His callused fingers pulled up the edge of her sweater to find the band of her jeans. Despite the way he was hungrily eating away at her flesh, his hands were hit a stagnant pace.

"God, you're always so slow," she growled, smacking his hands out of the way to undo the button of her jeans. She expected some sort of quip in return, maybe even a harsh bite on her neck, but there was nothing. Remus was silent except for his breathing, yet, his eyes shown a different story. The candlelight reflecting against his pupils created tiny fires encased by a ring of hazel. He removed his lips but not his body, keeping her pressed to the table as his licked the fingers of his right hand. He shoved past her loosened jeans and panties to find her pussy, already a bit wet. She gasped, but he quickly used his other hand to clamp her mouth shut.

“Slow enough for you?” He whispered against the shell of her ear as one finger lightly dipped past her entrance. He was achingly slow yet deliberate, pushing his finger in before letting it recede. She moaned into his palm against her will at the pace. Her hands moved to grab his wrist, but somehow, he was quicker. He moved from her mouth to clasp her hands and slam them down on the table behind her, causing her to slide backwards and him to gain more control on top of her.

“Oh, too slow?” He asked in mocking tone. In an instant, his fingers had gone from feather-light strokes to quick pumps, fucking her entrance without any of the gentleness he’d given before. The sudden speed with which he'd changed his pace caused his other hand to slacken his grip on her restraint, and one of her hands slipped to hold onto his shoulder.

"Fuck, hold on – slow – Remus, please," she gasped out. His fingers hurt, but there was something so delicious about the pain he was giving her, like a bruise you couldn't stop pressing. Remus, hearing her, eased up slightly to a lighter pace, though, he was still moving without an ounce of caution.

With the new pace in place, her hand moved slowly down from his shoulder and towards his abdomen. Finally, she found purchase just under his raggedy belt where a bulge had formed. When she gripped him, a groan left his lips, and his fingers stuttered their movements.

"Merlin, don't cum in your pants." Though she was nearly breathless, her words still held that same edge they always did.

"Fuck you," he rasped as his thumb found her clit. The new sensation sent a shockwave through her, and her hand resurfaced on his bicep. It had only been minutes since he'd started, but, embarrassingly enough, she felt the hot mixture of pain and pleasure tightening in her. Within moments, she couldn't take it anymore, and a half-silent cry escaped her as she came on his fingers. His movements slowed, but never let up entirely.

"Don't cum in your pants next time," he whispered gruffly as his hand slipped away. It was then that she realized that her jeans were still up to her thighs, and Remus never bothered to remove her panties to gain more access. Ignoring the way he'd said 'next time,' she met his eyes.

"Are you gonna blue-ball yourself or get on with it?" She snipped.

"You always have something to say," he shook his head. His fingers, still laced with her release, reached for his belt. Each of them shuffled out of their jeans and undergarments. Remus was quick to shuffle through his discarded pants to find his wallet, which housed a singular crumpled condom. She watched as he tore it open.

"Who's fucking you, Lupin?" She scoffed.

"You, apparently," he replied, slipping the condom over his length. He hated that he was hard as a rock without being touched, but chose to ignore that fact as he lined himself with her entrance.

Remus sunk into her slow, a feeling that caused each of them to hiss at. His hands found her waist as hers found his shoulders. For a moment, they were still: her, sitting at the edge of the table, him, between her legs. Then, he began to move. Slow, languid strokes to the rhythm of something a little more tender than what they were doing.

"You fuck like a grandpa," she huffed against his shoulder. Truth be told, she actually quite liked the pace he'd set. It wasn't as if she could let him know that, though.

"Merlin, you talk too much," he groaned in reply. Half-angered and half-turned on by her words, he immediately assumed a quicker pace. It was a fast ramp up from tender love-making to hateful fucking that had them both gasping for air. He thrust into her without regard for any of her pleasure, choosing to chase his own high. In return, she met him halfway, returning his vigor with just as much urgency.

Though they both still had their sweaters on, their grips on each other threatened to wear the material. Her nails dug past the woven fabric to prick his skin, and the pads of his fingers pressed harsh marks into her waist. The speed at which they were moving drove Remus further to the edge, and after a while, he was biting back whimpers. Sensing this, she licked her lips.

"I'm not even close," she spoke, though, her breathless voice partially betrayed her. Remus, however, couldn't care less whether she was bluffing or not. His hand slipped from her waist to find where they met. Like before, his thumb rubbed circles against her clit, causing her to clench around his length. This new feeling was the straw that broke the camels back, and each of them came undone, letting out simultaneous moans of pleasure.

Remus gave a few more weak thrusts before the sensation became too much and he chose to stand still, heaving hot breaths into the crook of her neck. They were both still in the wake of what they'd done. Clarity washed over them, and eventually he pulled out.

They silently gathered themselves. He moved away from her and tied off the condom while she located and pulled up her partially wet panties. The only sounds that accompanied them were heavy breaths and zippers.

"We shouldn't have been so loud," she spoke as she gathered her books into her bag, "It's a bloody library, someone could've easily caught us."

"You shouldn't have been in the library in the first place," he huffed in return. Under the light of the still-burning candle, Remus noticed a splotch of wetness at the edge of the table. Moving his sleeve past his palm, he wiped the spot down.

"Ew," her brows furrowed as she looked at him with disgust.

"I was just inside you, you can't say 'ew' to that," he rolled his eyes at her. She opened her mouth to respond, but instead, shifted her weight. A sigh left her lips.

"We should leave separately," she spoke quietly, "You go ahead first."

"Oh, so you can stay in the library past hour?" He raised a brow.

"You're one to talk! All you do is cause problems, and–" she stopped herself with a deep inhale, "Just leave first, yeah? You're probably supposed to be back by now, Prefect rounds don't last this long." While he wanted to argue, he instead let out a huff and whispered a quick lumos to light the end of his wand. With a final glance back at her, he left, quickly making his way out of the library and to the halls. As he walked, he finally had a moment to realize what they'd just done.

What in hell was that? He calmed himself by looking at the facts. Fact: he hated her. Fact: she hated him. Fact: that was the best sex he'd ever had. Fact: he wanted to do it again.

He swallowed hard as he stepped through the portrait of the Fat Lady and into the Gryffindor common room. His movements were robotic: first, going to the washroom to clean up and dispose of the condom still in his possession, second, moving to his dorm room to not sleep. He slipped into the room quietly to find each of his roommates asleep. Relief flooded him as he slipped his sweater over his head.

"You're late." A voice startled him so bad that he nearly threw his sweater. Gulping, he scanned the room to find Sirius partially propped up. His black hair was a mess, and it seemed as though he was only half awake.

"Yeah, uh," Remus finished changing and slipped into his bed, "A few first years were out. Causing trouble, y'know, the usual."

"I thought maybe you'd ran into Y/n, got into a late-night screaming match," Sirius giggled. The mention of her name caused him to tense, but he tried his best to laugh along with the joke.

"No, no Y/n," he lied through his teeth.

"Y'know," Sirius sat up a bit more, "You two should just shag and get it over with. I bet–”

"Goodnight, Pads," Remus interrupted him quickly.

"Fine, fine, don't shag," he shrugged, laying back down, "Never know."

Though he tried to fight it, a small grin stretched across his lips. Remus knew very well.

#thursday writes #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus john lupin #remus j lupin #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin smut #remus lupin x reader smut #smut #mdni #18+ only

[indulgentdaydream]

Hello luv, first of all... I LOVE NURSE!READER!!! OH god the last lines were soooooo heartwarming for my social worker heart!! LOVE LOVE IT 🩷🩷

So, may I request a Jason x reader again but with a little something... Jealous Jason because reader and Roy know each other longer than Jay and reader and then he gets all jelly and and—! Oh god I love a jealous petty man.

Missy when she fucks up the queue and queues this post for NEXT YEAR by accident 🫣🙃 NEXT YEAR?? LIKE THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED LAST FRIDAY AND I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE THAT IT DIDN'T GO UP

anyways AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH your words are already heartwarming ♥️

I loveeee jealous jason imma cook this up so quick just you wait and see (i wrote this when i first made the draft and i found it funny to leave it. It’s literally been a month I’m so sorry)

I also made this into headcanons because I had a VISION and did not think to give it any justice. (koi youre seriously my number 1 supporter i hope you enjoy this garbage I just threw up, really)

Pining!Jealous!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: slight jealousy (not too overly consuming), alcohol consumption

Roy had invited Jason to hang out at the bar

Bros being bros

except...

Roy brought you along (because he KNOWS Jason has got a fat crush on you whether or not he’s told him)

(He tried to convince roy it’s not a crush, but always fails because his whole demeanour changes when you walk in the room)

examples:

he's always going to be standing beside you, consciously or not

jason isn't always a tense guy. But he for sure isn't as long as you're talking to him/looking at him/etc. (but if you put your hand on his arm/touch him in any way, it's game over)

your name is brought up, he's listening SO INTENTLY

like a dog when it hears its favourite word

Anyways

The three of you are sitting in a booth

It was originally you and roy before jason showed up, the two of you on either side

Jason shows up and just sits right next to you. No hesitation.

You and roy are laughing away, recounting stories and telling jokes.

Jason is just... really quiet

unusually quiet

He doesn’t look at you guys, rather looking out across the bar, trying to hide the fact he’s feeling this way

That he's feeling unreasonably jealous of his best friend

who literally brought you FOR JASON

He knows it’s stupid. He trusts both of you. You two are the two people he trusts the MOST

He hates that he’s like this, but he can't help it

Roy's better than him. You've known him for longer. He's making you laugh harder than Jason ever has. He's better looking, too. Older. More experienced.

His thoughts are clogging up his head. He's really not listening anymore, just holding his beer, eyes scanning the bar floor, watching the other patrons.

Then Roy is standing in front of him, saying something about using the bathroom.

He is giving a VERY pointed look at Jason.

a "make conversation with your crush or I'm shoving an arrow down your throat" kind of look

Jason felt a little stab of genuine anxiety shoot through him.

He's talked to you alone before. Many times. You two were friends, of course. He doesn't know why this is how he's feeling right now.

Then your hand is resting on his forearm.

Poor boy is still so caught up in his head he just looks down at your hand for definitely a second too long before finally meeting your gaze

Your gaze with those stupidly pretty eyes.

Then comes that horrendously pretty voice, "You alright?"

He nods. Shrugs. Like a stupid teenager who doesn't know how to handle his emotions.

He has to admit he's still a little tense about your attention being focused more on Roy. But not to you. He'd never admit it to you. You'd probably find it unattractive and then he'd really never have a chance.

“Yeah, no, im enjoying the talking. Always forget how well you and roy know each other”

“Oh yeah he just knows how to get me going. You know how he is”

Jason doesn’t know how he does it.

Like some leap of faith.

Some, jealousy super-powered leap.

He tries to be non-chalant about it.

“It’d be nice to do this again sometime. Maybe without Roy around.”

BOY'S HEART IS POUNDING

Sipping on his beer, looking down at it instead to avoid eye contact with you so he doesn't lose his cool.

Or someone show on his face that he is actually shitting bricks

You don't respond for a second and the alarm bells start going off in his head

WHY DID I SAY THAT WHY DID I SAY THAT WHY DID I SAY-

"It would be nice," you say, "Could we make it a date instead?"

He's smiling, turning to nod at you, "Course we can."

But his internal dialogue is just straight screaming at himself

"IDIOT YOU SHOULD'VE MADE IT OBVIOUS YOU WANTED IT TO BE A DATE IN THE FIRST PLACE"

The things jealousy will make you do

Roy comes back and sits down

Jason's into the conversation now

It doesn't really matter that Roy is still making you laugh

because he's not the one holding your hand under the table

AH I HOPE YOU LIKE -missy

I also love a jealous petty man (as long as it doesn't become toxic and he doesn't use it as an excuse to be an asshole)

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #jason todd x gn!reader #red hood #dc #dc x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #red hood x you #dc x you #dc x y/n #jason todd x y/n #jealous!jason todd x reader #jealous!jason todd #cw jealousy #cw alcohol consumption

[gaonsguitarpicks]

hi! how was your day so far?

I'm absolutely loving ur writing style. the fics are so cute that I really wanted to request how would the xh members be when they are jealous <3

Thank you so much for the request and compliments >.< I hope you're still around 4 months later and you'll enjoy this!

XDINARY HEROES WHEN THEY ARE JEALOUS

♬ all members ♬ gn!reader ♬ just fluff

GUNIL:

He's not subtle at all when he's jealous.

He doesn't mind if you're hanging out with other people but he prefers if he can be there too, not to supervise you, he just wants to be with you.

He's also the type to always have an arm around you or hold your hand in public.

So when he sees you with someone else and he senses danger, he will insert himself in the scenario, and makes sure to annoy either the other person or you into leaving.

Reassuring him with words seems to work best when he's jealous, he’s very weak against compliments.

JUNGSU:

He lives and dies for your attention.

So he really dislikes it when your attention is not on him, especially if it's on someone he considers competition.

He will become very pouty and sulky.

You need to make an effort to not only reassure him with words but to give him cuddles and kisses.

He won't let go of you until he's satisfied - at least for a whole day.

GAON:

He doesn't get jealous often, his jealousy doesn't come from clinginess or insecurity.

He mostly gets jealous when you're with someone he thinks has ulterior motives and tries to steal you from him.

The problem is that he won't communicate it well with you because he'll get very upset if you don't believe him and this can easily turn into an emotional argument if you don’t respond well.

He pretends he doesn't care but will watch over you all the time until you realize that he was right or he calms down and apologizes if he was wrong.

He becomes very possessive for a while after this, regardless who was right because you’re so important to him.

O.DE:

He'd get jealous pretty often for someone who hates feeling jealousy.

He loves and craves your attention but knows not to demand too much of it.

He tries to tell himself that you spending time with someone else doesn't mean anything and you still love him the most but his heart just wants you to be with him.

You can easily tell that something is up with him because he starts acting a bit more clingy and needy than usual.

The easiest way to resolve this situation is to indulge him and reassure him. Hearing it from you is a lot more effective than telling it to himself, after all.

JUNHAN:

He's kind of possessive by nature and somewhat insecure.

So when you're with someone else, he'll be slightly offended but immediately tell himself not to overthink.

Then he'll proceed to overthink if this kind of situation keeps going on for a while.

You can tell that something is wrong because he'll get distant - not necessarily because he wants to but he's too caught up in his head and doesn't want it to affect you.

You need to get through to him by all means and show him how much you love him.

JOOYEON:

He's fun because he's clingy, possessive and insecure at the same time! :D

That means he wants your constant attention on him and if you're spending that attention on someone else without a valid reason (based on his judgment), he will throw a tantrum.

You cannot reason with him when he's jealous, he will become as dramatic as possible like the whole world is against him and you hate him???

Let him sulk a bit until he calms down and feels bad for being unreasonable.

Then shower him with all the love that you have for him and is always his.

#xdinary heroes reactions #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes scenarios #xdinary heroes fluff #xdinary heroes x reader #i feel like i could have done a better job on this #i typed it on my phone while waiting for my doctor's appointment and lowkey dying #but also if i need to write more and go more into detail... #then i need to write six separate oneshots #and we need to decide if we take the fluff or the not fluff road :')

[xvxni]

Hey 😊 would you do a Damon Salvatore imagine where you’re dating but then you leave the house after a fight with him and get in a bad car crash. He feels this and searches for you, just to find you I’m time to save your life. Then he stays by your side, feeling guilty and when you wake up again he’s there taking care of you, apologizes and promises to never let any harm happen to you again? Just some lovely fluff and a bit angsty. Thank you so much 😊

Apology

Summary: Your boyfriend Damon has been acting very possessive and controlling and you get into a huge fight with him. You go out for a drive to clear your head but end up in an accident instead. Damon finds you and takes you home, making up for everything he had done.

ANGST, fluff

Damon being controlling, car crash, reader having a near-death experience

1.5K

A/N: Thank you @imagine-all-the-fandoms for being my first request! I'm so sorry it took forever (this is horrible). Do let me know if this is satisfactory. Happy reading!

Damon Salvatore X Human!Fem!Reader

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Your boyfriend of two years, Damon, was recently being very controlling and possessive. He started making your decisions for you without bothering to consult you, being unreasonably jealous of any male around you and demanding to be with you at all times, not understanding the healthy concept of giving 'space'.

But this time, it ran deep. He compelled your childhood best friend, Jake, to leave town and forget all about you. You caught him in nick of time otherwise you would've never even known about what happened to him!

Deeply hurt and driven mad with rage, you left the Boarding House for a drive after a few broken objects, wounding words and a heavy heart.

You didn't know how, perhaps you weren't in your right senses, you couldn't hit the brakes and crashed right into a tree. The car flipped over, and your arms twisted at an odd angle. Your limp and now-sore body was fastened with the seat belt, and you couldn't undo it. You were hit badly in the back of your head, and you could feel unbearable burn of a deep gash.

Your senses had perked up under the stillness of the night, and you heard a faint trickle. Then wetness across your back, your head, soon trickling down to your neck. It was a strange fluid --- coppery metallic smell, thick and red with a mud-brownish tinge. It was oddly enticing and familiar. A shiver ran down your spine when you realised it was your blood. Blood, so much blood --- your own. You were losing so much blood, and you could do nothing to stop it. You felt faint and suddenly, the hardest thing in the world was staying conscious.

You were terrified. If you were going to die, then it mustn't be like this. An accident. Your whole life snatched away just because of a mistake. God, you had so many things to do in life. Get a job, travel the world, adopt a cat --- ordinary things but they were your dreams, which now lay shattered. You didn't want your life --- and death --- so unremarkable and ordinary. And while all this time, there was a deep wound of regret in your heart --- perhaps greater than the gash on your head --- to part with Damon.

Sure, he could be such an asshole at times, but you knew that he loves you with all his heart. You didn't want your last words to him be an angry "I hate you". You had never really thought about it, what would be your last words to him. You couldn't breathe at the sheer grief that hit you at the moment. Unable to withstand the blow, you closed your eyes, succumbing to a world of endless darkness, getting lost in your way towards the blue-eyed vampire. And you couldn't do a damn thing about it...

Anger and frustration clouded Damon's mind. It was all hazy, and he was searching for a light. Ah, there it is! Remorse, regret, fear of having losing her. He knew what he did was wrong, but why couldn't she understand? He loved her so damn much, everything he did was tp protect her.

She lived her constant danger because he loved her, and he knew at times that he should let her go, but he couldn't. He needed her to function, she was his damn sanity, and without her, he lost it.

Suddenly, there was this intense urge to go find her, not to waste a single moment. He'll do anything to have her back, she can't leave him. He knew he was unreasonable, ill-tempered and sometimes too controlling, but he couldn't help himself.

He got behind the steering wheel and let his heart lead the way, for it was with her where it truly lay.

He was aghast, devastated, even. Finding her like this, so near to death, he suddenly came to his senses. He was crying, he realised. He never cried. But that's what she does to him --- make him into someone he never thought he could be.

"Y/N, no! No, no, no!" he wailed, feeling utterly helpless. He undid your seatbelt and somehow pulled you out of the overturned car. Without wasting a moment, he bit into his wrist and forced his blood into your mouth.

You drank for a moment then turned away, trying to sit up but immediately fell back and the sheer exhaustion and soreness you felt.

He was here. He was here, you realised.

"Oh Damon, I'm so sorry!" you sobbed into his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around you and you knew he was crying into your shoulder.

You simply let things just be. In that dark night, the feeling of death heavy around you, the two of you embraced a new life. Of promises of forever, of understanding, of accepting --- and it was beautiful.

After what seemed like an eternity, he composed himself, giving you some strength, too. "Let's get you home, yeah?" he whispered and you nodded. He lifted you bridal style in his arms and helped you into his car. You leaned on him, as much as you could and he kissed the top of your head. "I'm so, so sorry..." he began but your shook your head. He understood. Not now.

You drove to the Boarding House in companionable silence. The silence was golden. The silence spoke it all. And all you needed was the silence.

With his help you went inside. The house that was so familiar --- it looked the same --- but it promised something different.

"You don't know how scared I was today," he whispered as he rubbed your feet.

"Me too... I didn't want to die like that. Not without saying goodbye, though I wonder if I ever will be able to say it-" he silenced you with a kiss. "I won't let anything happen to you. I want you all for myself, I know that's selfish. I am prick and I don't deserve you, but I do love you very much, so much that it's frustrating, and I won't be able to live with myself if something happens to you. I know I make bad decisions, I know I react impulsively, but I do it only for you. I am sorry for today. I had no reason to compel Jake, but I did it anyway because I was insecure. I realised my mistake, I have no reason to be. So, if you have it in you, please forgive me...". Tears were streaming down his face.

You wiped them away and hugged him close.

"I'm hungry," you said, trying to lighten up the atmosphere. It made him laugh. "Pasta?"

"Yes!"

#the vampire diaries #tvd #the mikaelsons #the originals #xvxni posts #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore angst #damon salvatore imagines #damon salvatore #damon salvatore fluff #tvdu #tvd imagine #damon x y/n #damon salvatore x y/n #stefan salvatore #elena gilbert

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

glimbow vs catradora: jealousy

i'm just going to talk about jealousy in general here, not just in romantic relationships, because i don't ship either of these ships.

i saw a lot of spop fans hating on glimmer because of the way she treated bow when she was jealous. and honestly, i agree that she was being very immature and possessive there. but these are the same people who act like catra getting jealous of lonnie was adorable and romantic and “gay panic”.

let's compare:

glimmer gets a little awkward around perfuma but she never takes her anger out on perfuma. at worst, she acts a little huffy but that's about it.

catra sees adora talking to lonnie and immediately resorts to attacking lonnie violently.

glimmer blames bow for how she feels. she acts like it was his fault for not always hanging out with her. she was being unreasonable but again, her actions weren't so aggressive or pointed that it hurt bow, physically or emotionally. at worst, she just came off as annoying and clingy.

when adora tries to confront catra, again, catra's immediate impulse is to scratch adora across the face, leaving her with a huge scar. she blames adora for trying to make a new friend and reacts in a way that hurts adora both physically and emotionally.

this is the most important part. when glimmer refuses to apologize, bow was allowed to be mad at glimmer, and rightfully so. he tells glimmer straight-up that she was being unreasonable and that she shouldn't be trying to control his social life. he doesn't try to sugarcoat it, he is honest with her. and glimmer realizes her mistake and apologizes to him. she never repeats this kind of behaviour again.

not only does adora not get to call catra out on her obsessive and controlling behaviour, but she also offers to sacrifice her own needs for catra's. she is shown to forgiven catra without even an apology. she never gets closure, catra never stops being possessive, and the cycle continues well into their adolescent lives, where catra once again gets furious and violent when adora finds new friends.

so, in short, glimmer expresses jealousy in a mildly irritating way while catra expresses it in an extremely aggressive and toxic manner. glimmer is held accountable for her actions by the narrative, while catra's abusive tendencies are enabled and romanticized.

you could make the argument that catra was much younger, which is fair. she was only six at the time and didn't know how to deal with her feelings yet. however we see time and time again that catra never changes this behaviour. she continues acting as if adora should always stay with her and do what she wants.

in both these cases, glimmer and catra have sympathetic motivations. they're scared of losing the only friend they have. but while glimmer is made to understand that her friends can have other friends, and she shouldn't be possessive over them, catra just gets to blame everything on adora and adora has to be patient with her and sacrifice her social life for catra.

#spop critical #spop salt #spop #spop criticism #spop discourse #she ra #anti spop #anti catra #anti catradora #anti c//a #antic//a #anticatra #anticatradora #anti stans #tw abuse

[thebottomfromhell]

I read your recent post about the Hantengu clones and they are my favorite so I was happy and wanted to order something with them in a poly relationship with a top male readwr (can include the main body if you like). It doesn't have to be anything sexual, but I wonder how the reader would deal with such different personalities in a so unic relationship.

What about Zohakuten, in your view would he be seen as a cute and angry little brother who would refuse to admit to liking the reader or simply hate him for considering him a "distraction"?

I will do about Hantengu clones only since it's clearly Anon's preference. Nobody judging from me and everyone here has better things than complain. 100% sure I owe an apology of how long it took to get this done (I don't even remember when this was sent to my Inbox, sorry. I'm a disaster.) Also, I made reader human for an specific content.

Polyamory Hantengu Clones x Male Human Reader dynamic + Platonic Zohakuten

Warnings: Slight referenced sexual content (Karaku dirty talks and there is implied content too), Implied self-cest (I will put nothing of that here but you know, a poly with clones), Sekido being Sekido.

The four clones are very different to each other, having different needs and interactions, it's actually more surprising the fact that you are their type, not that you will complain about it. You love them all the same, though, so you are glad you all could solve it without making you choose. Still, not everything is a walk in the park, specially since you have them living in your home.

Urogi is always the one to wake you up in the morning, having your house custumed for them to roam around during day, he is almost like a cat, sleeping over you an hour or two only for the sake of cuddles before getting annoyed and start waking you up. "Y/N! Wake up! Wake up! I'm bored!" This is how you start your day more often than not, with Urogi whining with his full weight over your chest as he curls himself there. And mind you, he is the heaviest one, having two extra limbs does that.

"I'm awake... I'm awake..." you start weakly as he starts to nibbles your face when realizing you are up. It's early, but not an hour to be unreasonable to wake up. You sit on your bed the second Urogi get's off. " Good morning, Baby Bird." Urogi giggles as you call him the pet name as he takes your hands and holds them against his face, rubbing them against his cheeks. He moves his wings happily as he is given ALL of your attention, only to whine when the door opens, sound making him aware he has to share you.

"My~ Aren't you two comfortable?" Karaku basically purrs in a cheeky grin, making Urogi open his wings to block you of his sight. "No! It's my turn! Y/N is having fun with ME!" Karaku laughs from it and turns around, letting the Joy clone relax a bit, wings moving down, showing the Pleasure clone twisting his body in a way that highlights his hips as he looks at you from the side. "Aizetsu is making you breakfast, handsome. You should go before Sekido burns your kitchen without even using it. You know how he hates having our soft boy winning favor." He says before leaving while laughing. He is the least jealous among the clones, so it's reassuring to have him taking Sekido's place of the one making sure everything is working, because the anger clone is the most jealous of the group.

Then again, Sekido is also the one who needs the most space, so it makes a good balance of him taking his distance and then taking you all for himself. Still, Karaku is right, better not taste today's humour of the red-eyed clone. Urogi follows you from behind as you step into the kitchen, Aizetsu in front of the stove, cooking book open, following the recipe step by step to make sure to get it right. He won't be able to tell is it's good by taste, and the last thing he wants to do is to poison you. It would make him sad. "Y/N, you are awake. Good morning."

He greets, turning around to see you once he heats you enter the kitchen before focusing on his task again. Being the little shits they are, Karaku and Urogi approach you from behind, each mouth behind your ear. "Well, isn't Aizetsu being way too kind? I think he wants a reward!" Urogi starts, being loud enough for Aizetsu to hear, you can see from here his ears becoming red as he hesitates some moves before deciding to simply ignore the two. Karaku, instead, whispers. "Aizetsu deserves a "thank you" for trying to cook for you like a good wife, don't you think? Will you step in like a good husband, handsome?"

That is when he pushes you, making sure Urogi stays behind with him, towards Aizetsu. Karaku laughs a bit more before taking a seat on the table and urging the Joy clone to do the same. The Sorrow clone sighs but doesn't protest as he finish cooking, turning down the fire. You hug him from behind as you lean on his shoulder, checking what he did. Soup, Miso if your nose is right, eggroll and now is cooking ham on the heat left in the pan. "It looks good. Smells good too." You say, making Aizetsu blush, less than before but still blushing, and look away. "It's not a big deal." You smile before kissing his ear as a thank you, making Aizetsu stop what he is doing before leaning his face against you. "I hope you like it. I will be sad if you don't." You laugh as you take some chopsticks, willing to eat while cuddling him a bit. At realizing this, the sad clone starts to tremble with a crooked smile, but leans more of his weight into you as he can.

For a second you fear Urogi will jump in to take your attention again, but Karaku starts to talk to him, as they both start to speak behind Sekido's back. As always. And, as always again, thet is the clue of Sekido to come in. "Say that again, Karaku?" Oh, well. As usual, Karaku is hit by the staff, having to regenerate his shoulder and forearm. "What was that for?! Y/N! I need some love to heal!" He says as he dramatically walks towards you before doing a trust-fall on you, you catch him in time. He is the lighteast of the clones, so he is easy to handdle into a more comfortable position, making the Pleasure clone grin teasingly to the others. "I'm going to need you to take care of me~. How about you take me to bed and... give a good piece of meat~? Get me full of- AHGH SEKIDO! I'M ON SOMETHING RIGHT NOW, BITCH! Don't act as if you didn't want to get dicked to-" He screams as he is hit again, blood splashing on you.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, KARAKU!" That violence doesn't stop him from pulling you away from Karaku and using a piece of clothe to clean the blood of your face while fumming. He is gentle, as much as he can with you. Urogi would have teased if he hadn't just saw Sekido blow Karaku's head up with a hit. Aizetsu, deciding he has done his part, decides to leave to your room to see if your bed still has you body temperature. He doesn't need to sleep and unlike Urogi he likes to respect your space, but to lie in your bed, as dirty and messy as it gets, it's comforting. Karaku decides to leave too in order to not be the third wheel, "I'll be in the bathroom, handsome. I'll oil myself up good if you want to come, babe~ Don't bother knocking." and he HAS to tease before. "You need to stop letting these two do whatever they want." He scolds you as the winged clone gets bored, so leaves to follow Aizetsu.

"I think it's fine. I like it when you all are comfortable, and I'll admit it's cute to have you like this." He blushes as he looks away, it's nice to have them around. They all need their time to have both space and attention, balancing it it's basically your responsibility in the relationship, but they try to make it easy for you (as much as they actually can, because most of the time Urogi wants to play or cuddle while Aizetsu wants to relax, while Karaku wants to have sex while Sekido wants you to calm him down, they are all rather needy). But still, this was a good day.

And to be honest you would take a bad day over dealing with Zohakuten. Long story short a Hashira found your house, because of the clones he though you were a demon too and in a desperate meassure Sekido absorved the others. it was an overkill, but you get the guys got scared when they lost you in the forest with an enemy around. But now... "Hey kid..."

"Fuck you. I was brought here just to save you? Against one Hashira? What a waste of time." You see, Zohakuten doesn't want you to die, just like the rest of the clones he will protect you with his life. Unlike the other clones, Zohakuten loves the others more than he loves you, from his point of view they are family, and you are not. And so, while the other clones are protective and even possessive of you, the kid feels that way about them. "Just let me get rid of that damned slayer. I could easily kill several, now I am stuck between one and you." It's cute and funny to see him wanting to protect the other clones from you, or it would be if he wasn't so rude about it. Then again, he is a teen.

He finishes fast, a wooden dragon crushing the Hashira in it's throat, as it was expected from him, so you go and pat his head to congratulate him. You know he doesn't like to show it, like any boy of his age, but Zohakuten appreciates the contact. Not that he lets it linger, moving away "What are you doing?! Don't touch me, you weirdo!" You laugh it off nerviously, seriously this kid is something else, and not really in the good way. "Thanks for the help." You try to be as nice and gentle as you can, even with him starting to insult you in almost every turn. It's like a little brother fighting off his sister's fience or something, and you have no idea how you should feel about it. "Sure. Whatever."

Less aggressive, that is good. Still, you hope you can get your four lovers by tomorrow. Please. You are not built for this. Please.

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #top reader #karaku #urogi #aizetsu #sekido #zohakuten

[just-some-sorta-person]

Reo, Nagi, and Reo and Nagi

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

Reo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nagi

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

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

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

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

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

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

Episode Nagi vs. Blue Lock

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nagireo, Reonagi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The comfort in that is precious, I think

#nagireo #nagi seishiro #reo mikage #ngro #reonagi #episode nagi #blue lock #blue lock meta

[urupotter]

I'm intrigued by your take on Lupin that he is a manipulator. Can you expand on where he is manipulative in the text?

I think this post does it about as well as it can be done tbh. It doesn't expand into his interactions with Snape, which is another area where it shines, and is more of a broader analysis of Lupins flaws than being manipulative, but it still covers it pretty well I'd say. I'm going to be expanding on some areas which the post doesn't cover, particularly given his interactions with Snape, but I recommend reading that first.

“Severus was very interested in where I went every month.” Lupin told Harry, Ron, and Hermione. “We were in the same year, you know, and we — er — didn’t like each other very much. He especially disliked James. Jealous, I think, of James’s talent on the Quidditch field . . . anyway Snape had seen me crossing the grounds with Madam Pomfrey one evening as she led me toward the Whomping Willow to transform. Sirius thought it would be — er — amusing, to tell Snape all he had to do was prod the knot on the tree trunk with a long stick, and he’d be able to get in after me. Well, of course, Snape tried it — if he’d got as far as this house, he’d have met a fully grown werewolf — but your father, who’d heard what Sirius had done, went after Snape and pulled him back, at great risk to his life . . . Snape glimpsed me, though, at the end of the tunnel. He was forbidden by Dumbledore to tell anybody, but from that time on he knew what I was. …”

This is a fascinating scene. An underrated aspect of Lupin's character is that he worships James Potter. In terms of the marauders relationship, the fandom tends to focus on James and Sirius and their friendship, and Remus and Sirius, interpreting their friendship in a romantic light. As a result the way Remus views James isn't quite appreciated, he's much less willing to admit his flaws than Sirius is for example, even though he's aware of them. Notice the way he frames Snape's hatred of James. He uses something that's semi truthful, Snape being jealous of his Quidditch talent (though even then it's more jealousy as a proxy for popularity than the skills themselves) and frames as the reason Snape hated James to make James (and the rest of the marauders by proxy) look better and Snape look worse. It's a pants on fire lie. He also discredits him by making him look unreasonable and childish in his hatred, while framing himself (and Sirius and James) as the more mature, adult ones. JKR includes a two verbal tells in his speech patterns in this scene, which I've bolded and put in italics, so that we can use them to identify another lie further on in the book.

Lupin crossed to the door and closed it behind Harry.

“No. Professor Dumbledore managed to convince Fudge that I was trying to save your lives.” He sighed. “That was the final straw for Severus. I think the loss of the Order of Merlin hit him hard. So he — er — accidentally let slip that I am a werewolf this morning at breakfast.”

“You’re not leaving just because of that!” said Harry. Lupin smiled wryly.

The same tells appear. "I think" to show a conjecture by Lupin that is upon further reflection ludicrous (Snape willing destroys his reputation a few years later by killing Dumbledore, and in general cares very little about being liked or seen as a good person, the idea that his rage is a result of losing the Order of Merlin is unlikely, and implanted by Lupin), "-er-" to either lie or understate. Snape revealing that Lupin was a werewolf by accident is ridiculous, and saying that Snape and the marauders merely disliked each other is an extreme understatement.

What's so great about these scenes is that they are extremely subtle. You can only notice the "-er" tell by rereading PoA, and it's still not at all blatant, and you can't notice the "I think" tell at all until you read OotP. They're so subtle that they utterly fool the audience, and Harry, and leave impressions that are hard to shake. It's masterful writing. Lupin is Rowling's best written character. There are more scenes than this one, but imo this is the most well executed, and I recommend that others find them on their own. Will appreciate the character more that way.

#remus lupin #severus snape #hp meta #hp

[jenny-from-the-bau]

lowkey... i'm coming out as an emilliam shipper. like i wouldn't ship it in any other context besides jarontiss, but honestly i think it would be cute

jj sits will down like "i'm so sorry, i think i'm a lesbian, i didn't know" and will is supportive and understanding but he assumes that he's no longer part of this relationship anymore aside from being the kids' dad but then emily is like "...actually i'm pretty sure i'm bi" so will and emily start dating, and jj and emily keep dating, and jj and will keep being amazing parents together

ooh actually emilliam also in the context of emily being unreasonably jealous of jj and will together and she just assumes she's got a crush on will bc of comphet. like she is just thirsty over him and hates seeing them together and then something clicks into place one day where she finally realizes that she has a crush on jj not will

-🐙

Emily thinking that she's just jealous of Will because he's dating JJ. She obviously loves JJ, and that's the ONLY reason she's sad when she sees them kiss. She hangs out with them (pre-relationship), helps with the kids, and kind of perfectly slots into their lives. She doesn't understand why the "jealousy" doesn't go away when she starts dating JJ. One night, they're alone and he's doing dishes with his sleeves rolled up and the setting sun covers him with gold light and Emily is like, "oh my god. I'm in love with Will, too."

#ask #🐙 anon #emilliam ask #terrible name #why did I choose it?? #wimily?? #lamontiss?? #lamontiss ask #cm ask

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

So....can I ask for Felix getting really mad one day and everyone is surprised and terrified of him being mad but Pepa is there with heart eyes like rail me hard daddy please because she thinks he's absolutely sexy when mad?

You guys want an angry Papi? You'll GET an angry Papi.

Félix was a good man. He swore he was. But sometimes he doubted himself. Would a good man be such a liar? That was what he was thinking as he made his way into the Casita. He kept his smile on his face as he gave Antonio a thumbs up on his homework. He kept a smile as Camilo snacked on the sofa. He kept a smile as Dolores made flower crowns with Isabela. And he kept his smile as he greeted his wife with a kiss on the cheek.

"How is your mami? Papi?"

"They're fine, thank you for asking. I told them you're still looking beautiful as ever."

The way she smiled at him. It somehow made him feel worse. She really was such a radiant, such an expressive woman. She held onto his hand in adoration, giving it a bit of a smooch.

"Idiota. You too tired to do a bit of a chore for me?"

"Never. What is it?"

"It's going to be cold tonight. Could you get some firewood from outside? You know Dolores hates the cold."

"Sucks for Camilo then. Don't worry, your esposo has this."

He gave her one more kiss before heading outside. Wood was already cut and in piles, just needed to be stripped down. He set a log of wood down, and grabbed the axe. He took a deep breath. This was the only place in the world where he could honestly and truly be angry. He brought the axe down onto the wood, cutting it in two. Another one.

Chop.

Pepa would hate him if she knew the real him.

Chop.

Alma would be disgusted by his aggression. If she could read his mind, count the number of times he pictured smacking her in her fucking face.

Chop.

It wasn't his fault. She put so much trauma on the family. She wore them down, strip down like this wood.

"And yet, I'm supposed to be fucking quiet about it."

Chop.

This was it. He was getting a flow going. Axe going through wood. Violence being rewarded, encouraged even.

Chop.

If it wasn't Alma, it was his family. His little brother was violent, impulsive, unreasonably bitter. And he was rewarded for it by their mamá. Félix never got to say it, but he was absolutely jealous.

"HE gets to be fucking angry. HE starts a bar fight, mamá says he's innocent. I bark at him ONCE and it's 'be nice to your little brother, he's just a BABY!' maldita sea, estúpido culo..."

He was so automatic now.

Chop.

Replace. Anger.

Chop. Replace. Anger.

It was running through his blood like a river. He was panting now. Not from exhaustion, but from fury. He took a moment to take off his shirt, throwing it who knows where. It didn't matter. What mattered was the wood suffering his fucking wrath.

"Some of the fucking townspeople. Always fucking asking for shit. 'Can Pepa make rainbows for my birthday', 'Can Dolores tell me his secrets', 'Can you do this, can you do that', like they've never FUCKING do anything for themselves. They cry like Malditas bebés. Greedy fucking bastards, all of 'em."

He loved many people but sometimes it was just. Too fucking much. All of it was. He felt sweat drip down his frame, rage purging from his body alongside all his vice and sin.

"And I don't GET to be angry. I don't GET to feel shit. Just happy Félix all day. The second I try to feel something, suddenly it's all going to SHIT. I WANT to be angry!"

Chop.

"I WANT to yell!"

Chop.

"I WANT to punch and scream!"

He was barely paying attention. He just wanted it out, all of it. Little splinters dlew this way and that, and it was more refreshing than cooling rain.

"Pepa would leave you in a second. If she knew you were ANGRY all the time, if she knew you were a bitter fucking bastard."

Chop. Chop. Chop.

His body was soaked in sweat. It was fucking hot out. It made him angrier. He liked it. It was like being fucking edged, and a fucking meltdown was his orgasm. He was so close. He was insatiable now, snarling as he chopped, as if the wood itself wronged him.

"That's why you fucking love her. She's angry like you. She's emotional like you. But she's not a FUCKING coward who hides it."

The axe in his hands felt so fucking good. He gripped on it till his knuckles discolored. More.

Chop. Chop. Chop.

His teeth hurt from how badly he was clenching them. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

"She's fucking beautiful. She's everything. She doesn't deserve your lies. You fucking hate YOURSELF for roping her to your life."

That was the real source of anger. He hated himself. He kept everything inside, enough for him to need THIS shit. He was about to fucking explode, to fucking scream at himself and-

"Papi?"

He stopped just before his axe hit the wood. His family was staring at him, gawking at him. It was more than shock. Given that the voice belonged to Camilo, and he hadn't called him papi since he was five, they were scared. Worried even. God fucking dammit, he couldn't even be angry for five fucking minutes in this house. He huffed, turning back to the wood and pulling back, just a bit.

"Get inside."

They didn't move. They muttered amongst themselves and Camilo took a step towards him, carefully.

"Papi, what's got you so ma-"

"House. Now."

Félix stopped for a moment to look at Camilo, who looked taken aback. Félix never acted angry towards them, not like this. Camilo shrunk a bit, and took a few steps back to his siblings. He reached for Antonio's hand, and with the help of Dolores, guided him back inside. Félix got back to it, despite the fact that his wife was still standing there. He was giving her a chance to go back inside on her own. She didn't deserve this. He felt her walk towards him, stopping right next to him.

"Félix, please, talk to your wife please, I-"

How dare she. How dare she act like he could be honest with his feelings, how dare she remind him that she was promised to him forever? He growled in frustration, before slamming the axe back into the wood, and turned to her. He pointed at the house, glaring at her.

"When your husband tells you to do something, you FUCKING do it. I don't want to argue with you, I DON'T want to bicker or bargain with your selective fucking hearing, I want you to do what I FUCKING tell you to do. Do you WANT me to MAKE you get your ass inside?"

She was staring at him with a look he couldn't quite place. He wiped his face, finding it dripping heavy with angry sweat. He was flushed with emotions, he couldn't fucking believe he just let it show to Pepa. If she wasn't angry, she had to be scared, and he'd hate to be the cause of either. He groaned in frustration, before sighing. He was still angry, but less so. Enough to survive.

"Pepa, please, forgiv-"

He didn't get to finish as she grabbed his face, and practically yanked him towards her into a kiss. A kiss that was hungry, with a tongue that was greedy, with a whine that was desperate. She pulled away after a second, as if the action wasn't hers. She looked just as surprised as he was, and that was when he finally recognized that look. Lust.

"You...y-you should make me go inside."

Maybe he could afford to ne angry. Just a bit longer.

#asks #not transformers #encanto #suggestive #listen #big shirtless sweaty and angry Félix #barking at you to do what he says #mixed with slight angst? #this was a delight

[onceuponaroast]

Things that probably should have made me (and the people around me) suspect that I'm autistic a lot sooner, a non exhaustive list:

1. Adults used to have to translate things I said a lot. I don't mean language-wise, but I used to say things that seemed fine to me but made someone upset. Then an adult would have to step in and clarify, "actually I think she meant (ex)". This even happened somewhat recently when I was at work in 2019. A manager informed a few of us that one of us could go home early and I said "dibs cuz I've been here the longest" what I Meant was I'd been there since 8 and they got there at 10, but someone got upset because she'd been working there a few months longer than I had. The manager (bless her heart) stepped in to clarify

2. One of my moms favorite stories to tell is about my childhood shutdowns. When I was really little (think toddler) sometimes I'd get overwhelmed by noise or visual stimuli or socializing- so I'd completely shut down. I'd cover my ears and eyes, and cower behind the nearest piece of furniture. My mom likes to share this as a cute quirky thing I did.... why no one tried to help I don't know

3. Repeating phrases I heard without knowing what they meant. This is my sister's favorite story. We took a family trip to a petsmart or something during a time when Chinchillas were my special interest. I wasnt allowed to have one, and so when walking past the chinchilla enclosure I saw an ad of some kid holding a chinchilla and felt jealous. So I, at the ripe old age of 6, said "Lucky Bastard" loud enough for other customers to hear. Apparently my dad was Pissed, but neither of my parents could really get mad at me because it was sorta their fault for watching The Big Bang Theory in front of me

4. Refusing to leave my stroller. Honestly if I could still be in a stroller, I would. Not even in a dont-want-to-walk way, but because it's the perfect way to observe the world without having to interact with it. It made noises quieter, shielded me from sunlight, and no one tried to talk to me when I was in it. If I got overwhelmed I could pull the top down and take a nap. A complete win.

5. Getting mad when people were wrong. This sounds rude- and I guess it may have been- but let me explain. One year at summer camp we played some ice breaker game and went around in a circle to say if you were an introvert, extrovert, or somewhere in between. I got So Excited to share a new word I learned, Ambivert! Which means between introvert and extrovert. I was so excited I shared this at the beginning of the circle. Except, people got really annoyed and started pointedly saying "I'm an introverted extrovert" and kinda laughing at me. I got really unreasonably angry, but kept that to myself

6. Speaking of summer camp: daily meltdowns. In my first few years I would get extremely overwhelmed during summer camp. There's no alone time! It's always loud and hot and the food is gross. Similar to my shutdowns when I was really little, around bedtime each night I'd get so overwhelmed I'd go off by myself and just cry for a bit. Eventually some counselor found me and dragged my off to the office to call my parents.

7. Probably the most obvious: being a picky eater. This is self explanatory. My mom tried to give me cheerios exactly once as an infant and I immediately spit it out and threw a tantrum. I haven't touched cherrios or any other cereal since.

8. The safety plush. Teddy is a teddy bear gifted to me by my grandma when I was born. He'll be turning 22 this year and I still sleep with him every night. I think I was probably 10 before I could go a night without him and not have a meltdown. I loved him so much his body started disintegrating and my parents had to try and find a new one. At first I hated the idea of replacing him but my grandma made up some bs about stuffing blood transfusions and that helped and now we have 3 iterations of Teddy.

9. Sensory issues. I took FOREVER to potty train, simply because I could not stand the sound of the toilet flush. It was loud and terrified me. I also hated grass and jumping in fall leaf piles. I would cry when they put me in clothes of a Certain Texture. My mom likes to share the story of my first birthday party where the tradition is to put a birthday cake in front of the baby and let them absolutely destroy it. I wouldn't touch the thing. Frosting is sticky!

10. Last but not least, special interests. Basically from the time I could talk I had a new interest every year that I'd be completely obsessed with. Starting with The Doodlebops, Bob the Builder, and The Wiggles. Then Cinderella, Scooby Doo, and Chinchillas. Once I reached Elementary school and had access to the Library it was OVER. I checked out like 50+ books on the different species of cats within like a two month period

This is not everything! But Autism is not just "rude and doesn't make eye contact"

#autism #actually autistic #late diagnosed autistic #autism pride #and #as always #fuck autism speaks #also id wake people up by literally peeling their eyelids open #and id get so confused why they'd be mad about it #like you're awake??? mission accomplished? #its simple its efficient its effective #fi talks

[jiang-xinfei]

Is it weird that I wanna die??

That I wanna rest and be at peace?

That although I know it's selfish and irresponsible I want it?

That I yearn and crave for it??

I've always known that it was better to be gone

To be rid of this world and be free

Sometimes I imagine myself as someone who died uselessly and given a second chance?

I know that I should make this one worth it and strive to live for another day

That I was lucky to be given this life

That I should treasure it as a precious gift

But what if I don't want to?

I know it's an ungrateful thing to say

And I'm probably being a brat and a horrible person for wishing this...

But sometimes I just want for something to take me

To take me out of this reality

Be it an unfortunate accident or a horrible illness

Just something

I'm not even sure what's wrong with me anymore

Am I broken or just a horrible person

Is it bad that sometimes I'm jealous of someones trauma?

Am I so horribly ungrateful that I wish for someone else's trauma and experience??

Because it'd give me a reason to be like this?

That it'd give me a sick satisfaction of someone having a trauma so horribly horrible and that it'd give me a reason to give up??

Because I think I don't deserve to feel the way I feel

That my feelings are invalidated by myself

Because why do I feel like this??

WHY do I feel so horrible that I want to die

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE MY FEELINGS ARE

UNREASONABLE AND PETTY?

I'm not depressed at least I think so?

You might say I'm in denial but I genuinely think I'm not depressed

Because why would i? My life is bearable for some people

It's not good but it's ok

I'm content but I don't know am I happy?

Am I sad? I know I'm content I mean it could be better but I'm fine with it

But I'm not really sure if I'm happy

It's always been a monotone tune I hear in my life

Books and stories are the reason I even live

Is that weird??

That the reason I'm only alive is for the purpose of reading someone's stories someone's imagination??

I don't know I may never know the reason

But do you think I'm bad?

Do you think I'm broken?

Please tell me or I might just live my life never finding a purpose for it

Just living because it's what's expected for me just living for the sake of living nothing else

You might think I fear for it

But I really don't

I just want the motivation and maybe just maybe the happiness it comes with it and I might be able to feel things

Because these days I'm not even sure if I'm able love someone I'm not even sure I love my family

I care for them yes

I'd hate it if something happens to them

I'd sacrifice myself for them yes

But love?? I don't know

I don't know what's wrong with me

Am I broken

Am I depressed??

I dont understand anymore...

[notdonebeingmessy]

FUCK, I HATE THIS DUDE

I just want to tell him:

I don't think I've been unreasonable. I say sorry easily and admit when I'm wrong and I don't get upset easily. But when you say a bunch of stuff to the tune of "no, see, you're unjustified for feeling any sort of way because I'm fucking doing a bunch of stuff and you're just living in the past", it feels pretty invalidating.

And I'm not crazy.

You said I have BPD. As I said, I've looked into BPD before and I don't have any of the characteristics. I'm not promiscuous, I don't do drugs or drink, I don't engage in self-harm, and I don't have unstable relationships. Even though I have suicidal ideation from my depression, the only time I've ever attempted suicide was when that whole thing happened when I was 19. I maintain friendships that stretch back pretty far too, some from [another state], some from when I first moved to this state.

You're the only person I act like a fucking abused animal with because you are how you are.

So, no, I don't have BPD. I do have anxiety, depression, and PTSD due to my upbringing with parental abuse and neglect. And I'm starting to suspect that I have PTSD from when that ugly chapter happened years ago with you.

Another thing that I don't understand is why you get mad when I say things that are true regardless of how true they are:

-[Name] gets mad easily. This is true. You acknowledged that she gets really jealous. I told you about the story where she yanked a game controller out of my hand, in a church, no less. I've seen her yell and act like she would want to fight people.

-Your mom could be manipulative and abusive in the past and indirectly contributed to my mental breakdown. She used to hit you, threaten you, forced you to shave your head, slap you in the face. Of course I don't like her for those reasons and think she's a nasty person regardless of the fact that she's your mother.

-You can be a jerk. You know this. You've said it. Everyone who knows you knows this. You can be very cold and dismissive and you go there quick. And your unwillingness to share even minute details like your job communicated to me that you aren't really interested in opening up, regardless of how vulnerable I made myself. So, why would I keep trying when I was the one who consistently tried sharing things about myself from the very beginning? With the exception of the paintings, you didn't seem to really be invested at all. Even with the paintings you didn't say anything other than asking if it was one type of paint and asking how long I've painted twice even though I had already told you I hadn't painted before.

-I say the n-word. You assumed I don't have any Black in me and disregarded my heritage just because I don't have enough African traits for you. But even if I didn't have any Black in me whatsoever, I come from the perspective that everyone should be able to say it regardless due to this very line of thinking. You can't expect everyone to whip out their "I'm Black enough" certifications to justify saying a word to you. And when people use a word enough times it loses its power. You don't have to agree but I'm being true to my own beliefs, so don't police my speech.

Rather than becoming offended and saying nothing only to bring it up later passive-aggressively, why can't we acknowledge these things or at least acknowledge my right to have my own justified feelings about them due to my experiences? I don't think it's a sin to be honest about things. I shouldn't have to assume from your silence that you were offended and then scramble to figure out why you were offended, or risk waiting until you save up enough things to be mad over to hit me with them when you feel like it.

I know your perspective was that I'm stuck in the past but I don't really see it that way because I had shown in every way that I wanted to have a friendship and I didn't hold anything against you. But when things started following that old, familiar pattern of me being vulnerable and receiving next to nothing in return, that spoke to me. Apart from the paintings, scroll up and see how many times I tried to engage you and was met with either "I don't want to talk about that" or was just straight up ignored. I shared so many things about myself and decided to be vulnerable. I was even honest about how I felt unimportant to you, hoping to address that rather than be told "I don't know why you're feeling that way. You're living in the past and you probably have BPD."

When you showed a bunch of signs of being angry and didn't want to give the slightest verbal admission like "[Blogger], I care about you even in the smallest way", and started bringing up stuff I profusely apologized for, it just served as confirmation for me that you're still the same old person regardless of whatever you say. And you didn't have to make extra jabs out of spite when I decided to be done. It just really cemented the fact that you're incapable of displaying any sincere empathy (at least towards me).

I'm the one that went in with a good attitude. I'm the one that took a chance and reached out in the first place. One of the first things you did was state how people just use you and leave. Do you see the difference in my approach every step of the way?

I tried as hard as I could to be honest about anything I've ever felt while you just save up slights and decide to use them whenever you feel like deflecting and wanting to seem like the bigger person.

I already know what you think of me but also one of your other exes was "pathetic" and you also don't have any friends through no fault of your own because it's all just "good riddance" left and right. Look at your life. It's not me who has the problems. It's not me who's negative and stuck in the past. I've been married since 2016 and for some reason my husband just can't get enough of me even though my heart hasn't been in it for like 2 years now. Because regardless of anything I try and try and try.

But the common denominator in your miserable life is YOU. You don't think it's a coincidence that you end up evoking this feeling of intense dislike inside of everyone who gets to know you? Even the ones who WANT to try to like you? You think it's a coincidence that the only people who put up with you are the ones who are bound to you by blood?

And no time spent in one religion or another will help you if you refuse to face the fact that you can be awful to people who have good intentions.

#fuck you

[disabled-kain]

I hate making friends, because usually, they end up being my FP. And then I get unreasonably jealous, angry, and sad any time I hear about how they've been doing literally anything with someone who isn't me.

It makes me worry that person has found someone they like more than me, and it's only a matter of time until they leave.

#i hate being jealous because i know i'm being unreasonable #but knowing it's unreasonable does not make the feeling go away #so i just sit by myself. seething. pretending that it doesn't bother me if anyone asks. #because being honest drives people away. #kain's original posts #bpd #bpd fp #bpd vent #abandonment issues #actually borderline #actually bpd #actuallyborderline #actuallybpd #borderline vent #borderline personality disorder #borderline fp #eupd #actually eupd #actuallyeupd #emotionally unstable personality disorder #cluster b #personality disorder

[videogamefandomdump]

This is a personal comment I want to make about the game Your Boyfriend.

Setting aside what is happening with the creator of the game, Fuboo (that's another can of worms that I'm not gonna open here) I want to give my personal interpretation of the events that happen in the game (well, what we know of it so far)

I think this game is doing kind of a good job showing what happens when you have a dangerous stalker. Wanna know why?

By the third day, it doesn't matter if you've been kind to Peter or not, if you told him to stay away or if you let him live with you, he will kill someone, and then threaten /hurt / kidnap you.

And that's a good thing to show. Because if the nice route showed him being harmless and kind it wouldn't have the same impact.

If you meet someone like him in real life, the only way to get out of it is to get help as soon as possible because, as you can see in the game, things can spiral down pretty fast.

No matter what you do, Peter is a dangerous person, he's been stalking you for quite a while, invading your personal space, and will not hesitate to hurt you. Because he doesn't want you to be happy, he just wants you.

And you can't change him with your love. He doesn't want to listen to you and it's NOT your duty to try either. Even with all the goodness in your heart, you owe him nothing.

Think of it this way. You know he's a yandere. You know he'll do bad things to you/ your friends. So you think that giving him what he wants will get you the good ending.

A person demands that you make them happy at the expense of your safety/health/friends so you may think that giving them what they want will be enough to keep them at bay.

But when the time comes and they set an unreasonable rule like "You can't go there I don't like you talking to x person" or "I'm going to incapacitate you mentally/phisically so you depend on me and you can't leave me" what are you gonna do?? At that point they're already in a position to hurt you and they will!

A person that doesn't respect your boundaries will feel entitled to break all of them and they'll make you feel guilty for even having them in the first place.

The fact that Peter is somewhat aware he's in a game will probably affect the story, if the game will ever be finished, but it doesn't really matter for the point I'm trying to make here.

So far I've seen the YB fandom being welcoming and kind, with lots of artists and writers that this game helped to inspire. That's great! We're still in fiction territory and no one is really getting stalked/threatened, this is all a fun What If scenario that's fun to explore. I've seen pieces of fanfictions where Peter's dangerous tendencies are toned down and he's just your clingy jealous dorky awkward boyfriend, and I've seen others where he's a creepy dangerous maniac. Nothing new under the sun, just like many other fandoms.

The thing I want to make clear though is that while having fun we must not forget the fact that Canon Peter is a bad person. He does horrible things. He tries to seem kind and cute, and boi he is good at it, but it's all a lie. The moment you two are alone he immediately tries to get what he wants without even thinking about asking.

He doesn't care about your feelings.

Is this game about all of this? Idk, nah, it may as well be anothe Doki Doki Literature Club in the end. I'm not saying this is the key to understand the entire game. I'm just rambling about something I think is important to say. Have fun, this is a game, don't hate on people over it. Since I saw the trailer for this game I had this thought and I wanted to share it. I hope I didn't offend anyone, I just think that it's neat that this game could help spread awareness about something that could happen to anyone.

Ok, the post is over. It was a lot and not very coherent, I know. I was kind of afraid of writing this but.. heh, let's give it a shot. I'll be glad to hear your opinions, if you think I'm wrong about something or if you agree. Also forgive me if I made a grammatical error I am dumb.

I know it's not that deep, but the ground was soft and I had a shovel.

Edit: just wanted to add one more thing, sorry ^-^' it's been a while and my personal view has evolved

Yes we can see YB does care about your feelings, but only as long as it's convenient for him. He wants you to be happy With Him, but if you're not it's not like he's gonna accomodate you or anything. Yes he'll be a good boyfriend if you play along, but the moment you try to distance yourself he suddently doesn't see the problem in hurting you phisically & emotionally.

That's why I said he doesn't love you, despite love being an integral part of being a yandere, because I personally see it as an obsessive infatuation and don't like to use the word love for it. I really should have said that before >_>

So, if someone cares about you only when it benefits them, do they actually care at all? Well it's like a spectrum, and by talking about it in binary "Yes or No" I've been a little too strict. Emotions are complicated. I personally say we are dangerously towards the No. But.

Regardless of how much someone like this cares about you, my point is that you still don't owe them anything. Their feelings are not your responsability.

#your boyfriend #your boyfriend game #yb #yb peter #personal opinion #yandere