#idek if they cover partials.

[thornsent]

oh so my insurance I got switched to doesn't cover implants anymore. lol. lololololololol I'm going to fucking scream

[therealplaguedoctor]

Incantato?

Kimi antonelli x fem!reader

Summary/prolong (idek anymore)- Where kimi was so star struck that he could only talk in Italian...you know Italian.

Warnings/content- fem reader, 2nd person (you/your), tried to not use y/n used maybe once or twice, lmk if I missed anything

Non serious warnings: the time line might be a little fucked but uhhh idc, reader isn't described as any nationality but is hinted at being American (not explicitly mentioned), author is a dumbass and pretends she knows shit(she doesnt), American spelling, I never spell check, Idk what a kilometer is,

A/n- sooo I've been wanting to write a kimi A. fic FOREVERRRR as hes definitely one of if not my favorite driver, so ye! Also thanks again to anon for giving me the fic name and giving me the context it is used in I'm also apologizing for my Google translated Italian.... and another side note Ik I didn't use 'incantato' in it's technically correct context it still wanted to do my original dialog so oops?

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You've known ollie for a long time. So long in fact you can't even remember when. You've two whenever you've been together had been inseparable which made it all the harder when you couldn't see eachother due to his Karting but alas your friend ship survived and you two, not having talked in person for a very long time, are still really good friends.

"Please come on we haven't seen eachother in forever it would be nice to hang out!" Ollie partially begged on the phone. He was trying to get you to come to the Great Britain Grand Prix more commonly referred to as Silverstone.

"I don't know Ollie..." You said I mean with travel expenses you really didn't want to..

"Pleaseeeee? I'll cover all the travel" he said trying his hardest to get you to agree

Welp there goes your only excuse "fine.." you said giving in

"Thank you you're the best" you could hear the smile in his voice as he talked. The conversation continued touching random topics before you declared it to late and said your good byes.

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You finally touched down in the UK. You grabbed your bags and made your way to the exit. Ollie while wanting to pick you up from the airport was pulled into a meeting to go over his times so he was super apologetic. You of course told him it was fine and that you can just get an Uber to your hotel. That of course is what you did.

Arriving at your hotel you checked in and threw all your stuffs in your room. Jet lagged from the flight you decide just to take a shower and head to bed as it was late anyways due to flight delays.

You peeled the airport clothes off of you throwing them on the bathroom floor before stepping into the warm water falling from the shower head. The hotel actually had decent water pressure.

Stepping out of the shower you wrapped yourself in the towel smoothly applying your hair products. You pat your hair dry opting to let it air dry the rest of the way. You quickly got dressed in some comfortable pj's. Sitting in the hotel chair as you grabbed your phone to text Ollie,

You: just letting you know I'm in the hotel and gonna head to bed

Ollie: okay

Ollie: ill pick you up tomorrow

Ollie: sorry again about not bing able to pick you up :(((

You: Ollie it's fine!!!

You: you were busy it's okay!!!

Ollie: okay

Ollie: I still feel bad :((

You: don't.

You: problem solved

Ollie: :D

You: good night Ollie

Ollie: night!

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Your alarm blared again in your ear. Annoyed you shut it off glancing at the time. Begrudgingly you got up and slowly got dressed and got ready looking in the mirror you fixed your hair. As you finished your phone rang, picking it up you looked at the caller ID: Ollie, you answered

"Hey what's up?" You asked

"Hey goodmorning" he said "I'm pulling up to your hotel now if your ready?"

You grabbed your bag and stuffed your wallet in it "yeah I'm ready I'm heading down now" you said "just got finished"

"Alright see you soon" he said happily as he hung up.

You shut the door to your hotel room behind you it clicking shut and checked to make sure it's locked. Satisfied you went over and took the hotel down.

Exiting the elevator you immediately spotted the tall brit.

"Ollie!" You called

He looked your direction looking for the voice. Almost instantly spotting you a smile spread crossed his face. "Ahh there you are" he said.

"Hey ollie" you smiled walking up to him

"Hey" he said "let's go before we get swarmed" he said with his poor disguise: sunglasses

"You mean you get swarmed" you said as you made your way to the exit "Mr hot shot formula one driver" you joked

He chuckled "well how does it feel to be the best friend of the hotshot f1 driver" He asked pretending to be an interviewer.

You smiled letting out a small laugh as he opened the door to the car

"Ever so the gentleman Mr bear" you smiled

"If my mom found out I didn't behave like this she would kill me" Ollie joked before he got in the car shutting the door and starting it up "I swear youre her favorite child" he joked

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Arriving at the paddock you both got out of the car smoothing out our clothes after shutting the door Ollie handed you a pass.

"There you are" he smiled "it's a ferrari pass cause you know me being reserve and all" he said "I wish you would come to one of my prema races though" he pouted

"Firstly: thanks" you said "and secondly you know my classes over lap with your races plus I wouldn't be able to properly hang out with you if it was an actual race weekend"

"Okay good point" he smiled as you both made your way to the entrance, "oh I know you know but there gonna be a bunch of cameras just ignore them and there'll be a bunch of fans so I'm gonna stop and sign some things"

You nodded as he scanned his pass letting him inside you quickly did the same.

Ollie quickly went to the side taking some pictures with fans and signing some items you stood off to the side waiting for him to finish as he waved good bye to the fans he walked towards the wall of camerasbefore following the path and flow of people, you were quick to follow him.

"Hey man slow down I'm not as tall as you" you complained

"Sorry mate" he chuckled "i just want to introduce you to my friend he's probably in the Mercedes hospitality..." Ollie trailed off as he looked around. As he looked around he took off in a direction. At his sudden take off you followed him quickly weaving through the people.

Finally you caught up to him, he was talking to another guy, a cute guy, dressed in Mercedes gear with curly Brown hair.

"Ah there you are" Ollie smiled wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "Kimi this is my friend, y/n I've told you about her" Ollie smiled looking over at Kimi.

He stood there almost speechless for a moment before shaking his you could only assume to organize his thoughts, he then turned partially to ollie talking in a hushed tone that you could still hear "Ollie, non mi avevi detto che era bellissima, (Ollie you didn't tell me she was beautiful)"

Ollie chuckled, he picked up on a bit of Italian he wasn't to keen on speaking but he knew what was being said, "dude chill she's like a sister"

"Lo so, lo so, ma sono solo...(I know I know but I'm just...)" he trailed off as he looked up at you, you wouldn't describe it as staring more like enamored

"..incantato? (..enchanted?)" You asked as you watched kimi's face heat up he became so red in just a few seconds

"Io uhhh- umm scusa- cioè dovrei scusarmi- Uhh non voglio sembrare inquietante- (I uhhh- umm sorry- I mean i should apologize- Uhh I don't want to come off as creepy-)" Kimi stumbled over word after word trying to apologize to you.

You just smiled "non preoccuparti, penso che sia stato carino, proprio come te (don't worry I think it was cute, just like you)"

Smooth real smooth.

His face became somehow every more red. Ollie spoke up "I feel like I'm interrupting something..." he said looking between you two

"No don't worry Ollie not interrupting anything" you smiled "right Kimi?" You asked the Italian who is still trying to gather his thoughts

"Oh sí, non interrompo nulla...(oh yeah, not interrupting anything...)" kimi said

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You were just sitting in a semi secluded area in the paddock. Ollie had disappeared long ago probably chatting with kimi. Or that's what you thought before the Italian appeared in front of you.

"Hey um Y/n" he said shyly avoiding eye contact at seemingly all costs.

"What's up kimi?" You asked

"I just wanted to apologize for earlier, I didn't know you knew Italian and that's not an excuse I just shouldn't have said that and-" kimi started rambling

"Kimi" you said snapping him out of his own thoughts

He finally looked at you "yeah..?" He asked

"Have a seat" you said motioning to the seat across from you. He obliged sitting down quietly.

"I wanna say again-" kimi started again

"Kimi" you cut him off "it's fine" you smiled "I never said I was uncomfortable with it in fact I said that it was cute" his face started to heat up again

"I uhh umm" he cleared his throat embarrassed and blushing

"So wanna go for a date?" You asked nonchalantly

Kimi nearly falls out of his chair "I uh what!?" He asked

"Oh sorry did I read the room wrong-" you started

"No no, no!" He said quickly trying to recompose himself "I meant, yes i would love to go on a date with you" he smiled

"Great give me your phone" you said, he quickly handed it over you punched in your number creating the contact and handing it back to him.

"Okay there you are" you smiled as you got up "well it was great meeting you kimi but I do have to go give me a call or text me so we can schedule our date" you smiled before leaving.

Kimi was kinda stunned, frozen he didn't know what to do or say. Before he heard a familiar voice behind him:

"Oh she's gonna eat you alive" Ollie teased

Kimi almost jumped out of his skin "FUC- wha- how long have you been standing there?!" He asked

"Long enough." Ollie chuckled "yeah you probably won't last the date with her" he joked making kimi huff in annoyance, Ollie just smiled before resting a hand on kimis shoulder leaning to his ear "but if you hurt her I will not hesitate to shunt you into the wall next race."

"Noted...." kimi nodded

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A/N- So I have an idea for a part 2 (I've already started writing it) but idk if I'll finish it or post it but if you want to see it lmk!! But this fic has been in the works for a while and it kinda skipped ahead of 3 other fics which one of them is for a driver I've probably have writen too much for (Logan sargeant) but are we surprised? No the answer is no. But yeah so potential part 2 coming but it'll be more funny also side note i don't like this rn I might want to redo it later or I'll read it later and be like oh this was actually good or smthing idk anyways have a good day :)

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[mysaintkitten]

Trigger-happy | Tommy Shelby x fem!reader

prompt: idek how to summarize this other than gunplay with tommy loool (18+ MDNI !!!)

WARNINGS: gunplay (real sick shit i’m not playing), degradation, unprotected sex (p in v), orgasm denial (eeeehhh)

*not proofread*

the first thing you notice is the crisp and cold dead grass beneath your knees and calves, then the cool breeze blowing against your bare skin. as you crack your eyes open, you nervously scan your surroundings. it doesn’t take long for you to realize you’re bound in a very large vacant field.

the dress you had been wearing was cut messily, the uneven fabric barely covered the tops of your thighs, and your stockings had been removed too. you couldn’t check, but just judging by how you felt, you assumed you weren’t wearing any underwear either. with your arms and ankles tied, you couldn’t do much to try and cover yourself let alone warm yourself up.

from behind you, you hear footsteps, followed by the sound of a match being lit.

“i assume you’re coherent now.” you hear a familiar voice mutter behind you. that gravely, deep, sexy voice that you know all too well.

as expected, tommy shelby comes up from behind you and steps in front of you, towering over you as you look up at him with confusion. you’d heard of tommy through the grapevine, and you’d occasionally spot him out and about. he was so enticing. like a forbidden fruit, so delicious, so dangerous, you wanted it all.

but being here now and having no choice to submit to him was having your mind and body stirring. you’re partially terrified, and just the slightest bit turned on.

“why am i here?” you finally gather up the courage to speak. tommy leaves you with an uncomfortable silence as he places his cigarette between his lips while he retrieves something from within his pockets. seconds later, he flashes his gun at you.

your body tenses at the bleak shift in energy. was tommy shelby, the man you occasionally fantasized about, moments way from killing you?

“you know …” tommy briefly takes the cigarette out of his mouth while he rummages through his other pockets for bullets. right in front of you, he loads them in one by one. “i’ve heard quite some tales about you, how could a little thing like yourself cause such problems?”

what the fuck is he talking about? for the most part, you just kept to yourself. yes, you may have been involved in some dirty work here and there but come on, who isn’t?

“i don’t know what you mean tom-“ you attempt to start before tommy cuts you off.

“aht- sweetheart, you don’t get the privilege of saying my name. it’s sir.”

“… i don’t know what you mean, sir.” you correct, your tone becoming shaky as the weight of the situation has began to settle in. again, tommy doesn’t respond, leaving you with nothing but your own thoughts. tommy leeches off your nervous energy, it feeds into his superiority complex.

without saying a word, tommy aims the gun directly at your forehead, the icy metal barrel caused your heart to race faster.

“please.” you plead breathlessly, your entire life is playing out in front of your eyes, every single fuck up is looping inside your head.

by some force, an unfamiliar wave of confidence makes it way through you. maybe it’s the adrenaline mixed with some delusion, either way your actions begin to change.

“please.” you repeat, rising up to your knees as best you can with your ankles still bound. tommy keeps the gun in the same place and watches you attentively as you move around in front of him. the barrel of the gun now grazing your nose and lips.

“i’m sure we could …” you hum as you plant a kiss onto the barrel, testing the waters. “work something out, sir.”

through a chuckle, tommy asks “is this your plan? whore yourself out to try and save your life?”

“mmm …” you pretend to think for a moment, your kisses against the gun becoming more deliberate and sloppy. “i’ve always thought you were so handsome, sir. so big and bad.” you bat your lashes at him while teasingly licking the underside of the barrel.

quickly, tommy snags the gun away and shoots off into the field before quickly bringing the gun back down to where he had kept it before.

you can’t help but giggle, this entire situation is so tense— yet suddenly you cannot take it seriously for the life of you.

“wow …” you grin, kitten licking the barrel. “gives you a rush, huh?” you ask tommy. his jaw is clenched and he’s shifting his weight around in a way you’ve never seen him do before. tommy was normally so calculated, have you really thrown him off that much?

“do it.” you whisper, slowly taking the tip of the barrel into your mouth. his jaw goes slack, undoubtedly he’s imagining your lips around his member, licking and teasing him like you’re doing to his gun.

as you slowly blink, your lids becoming heavier as your body starts to get worked up, you take more of the barrel into your mouth. jesus, if any outsiders saw you mimicking fellatio on tommy shelby’s gun, along with tommy allowing you to do it, they’d likely be convinced that hell had frozen over.

tommy swallows, huffing loudly as he finds the right words to say.

“you’re disgusting.” tommy spat. your ego was bruised temporarily, until your eyes drifted down to his bulge, which ultimately revealed tommy’s true opinions on the matter.

“d’you get off on being disgusted, sir? because …” you signal to his cock as best you can without your arms being available, tommy scoffs as if him having an erection during a moment like this meant absolutely nothing.

“come on, just blow off some steam.” you purr as you muzzle the side of your head against the gun, “you’ve got a dirty, vulnerable girl right here in front of you. i couldn’t stop you even if i tried.”

finally, something snaps within tommy. with his free hand, he nudges your shoulder and pushes you down. you fall against the hard ground, and before you even have time to process that tommy is proceeding to flip you over onto your stomach.

then, you feel tommy’s big rough hand grab onto your hip. with ease, he lifts your hips up and forces you into a face-down-ass-up position. you turn your head to the side and whimper at the change, you had much less confidence in a state like this.

“i could blow your fuckin’ brains out …” tommy grumbles as he roughly whips up the bottom half of your very short dress, your back involuntarily arches at the brisk wind hitting your most private, and now sensitive areas. you can tell you’re wet, and tommy can too, cause he can see the wetness glistening off of you. “and all you’re thinking about is getting your holes filled?”

as you mewl back to him, you gasp when you feel the cold barrel make contact with your desperate core. he toys with your slick, watching how quickly your sticky arousal eagerly coats whatever it touches. he pushes the tip of the barrel inside, almost fucking you with his gun.

and as if things couldn’t get worse, his skilled thumb finds its way to your clit. he rubs it and groans when he sees you get wetter around his gun, a bit more of the barrel accidentally sliding inside of you due to your increase in arousal. this is sickening, tommy is getting you off with the weapon he uses to off whoever wrongs him.

tommy takes the gun and his thumb away from you, before you can protest you hear fabric rustling and the sound of a zipper being ripped down. you hold your breath with anticipation, until you feel tommy’s warm tip press against your opening.

“mmh-“ you moan, attempting to rock your hips back against him. you really didn’t need to though, because seconds later tommy shoved his full length inside of you. the sudden stretch and fullness made your mouth hang open with pleasure and pain.

tommy pulls his hips back before slamming them back in, immediately fucking you with a relentless pace. you felt like a cheap whore beneath him, like all he was thinking about was getting himself off. hell, he probably was thinking that, and that only made it hotter.

“such a fuckin’ whore… ‘n still so … shit … so tight.” tommy groans, tipping his head back while mumbling strings of curses under his breath.

“uh-huh … mmh—“ you gasp as tommy’s angles change, causing him to slam into that special spot inside you. “right there, right there—“ you ramble as your whole body pulses with pleasure. again, tommy’s not doing it to make you feel good, he just happened to tweak his angle. and if it just so happens to make you come on his cock, that’s just life he thinks to himself as he feels your arousal spill down onto his balls.

as your mind reels from tommy’s harsh pounding, you feel the barrel being pressed against the side of your head.

“maybe it would be better if i shot you like this.” he pants, laughing breathily to himself. “we could keep that pretty face of yours intact.”

your fate sat in his hands. he could kill you right then and there, you’d have zero say in it. it’s petrifying, and incredibly erotic.

you huff, “you think i’m pretty?”

tommy presses the gun against your head harder, “that’s the part you’re focused on? jesus … stupid fucking whore.”

your cunt clenches around him from his degradation, this wasn’t going to last long. the pace tommy has stuck with was not meant for longterm endurance, that’s why he chose it.

tommy let’s out a low purr at the sensation, “you really are disgusting … gripping my cock like that …” the last bit of his sentence had the slightest bit of praise hidden within it, you absolute ate up such a drastic bittersweet mixture.

his thrusts start to get janky, and his breathing is loud and laboured. much too soon for your liking, tommy pulls out and feverishly pumps himself, huffing harshly as he spills his load onto your ass and back.

you release a little whine. like, obviously the man who was sent to kill you isn’t going to sit there and make you come, but it was definitely nice while it lasted.

you’re pulled out of your thoughts as you feel tommy silently untying you. before long, your limbs are fully free.

tommy pulls out a cigarette, lights it, and takes a generous inhale before speaking.

“if anyone asks, just say you broke out of your restraints before i got here.”

you raise your brow, challenging tommy in a way. “and what if i don’t? what if i say what actually happened?”

tommy laughs, slipping his gun back into his pocket.

“then i’ll find you and actually put a bullet between your eyes. how’s that sound, sweetheart?”

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this was one of my before-bed imagine scenarios. sigh. i’m sorry god.

[writefightandflightclub]

Hanging by a thread: Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader (NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI)

Summary:

First there was you - and you were alone.

Then, there was Miguel - and you were still alone.

Next, there was you and Miguel.

And you were more alone than ever.

Genre: pure angst really

Author's note: idek, okay. I saw the movie and thought oh hey, here's a spider-bastard blorbo I must soften and then I.... wrote horrible angst for him, LOL. This is part 1 of 3 parts (part 2 here, part 3 in progress), but can absolutely be read as a standalone. It's written in a style which is a bit different from my usual and maybe I haven't pulled it off. See if you like it! (If you don't let's forget it ever happened. No hard feelings. If you do, I can totally be influenced into posting more if you'd like it.) The other parts are in progress, I'm just hideously impatient.

READ THE WARNINGS: arachnophobia folks stay away, obvs. Lots of angst: loneliness, loss, very mild / brief suicidal ideation. Quite a lot of smut references including some kinky / monster-fucker-adjacent shit. References to web bondage, and also to Miguel using his venom on you (consensually) in sexual scenarios (his venom is supposedly a non-toxic paralytic, so obviously don't read if that is likely to be uncomfortable for you). Also warning for dub-con just because of some of the themes, but there's no dub-con itself in the fic. Lmk if I missed any.

First there was you - and you were alone.

Then, there was Miguel - and you were still alone.

Next, there was you and Miguel.

And you were more alone than ever.

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There is something about him. There must be, or you wouldn’t keep doing this to yourself, would you?

There is something.

Something more than the captivating pool of shadow which collects in the hollows of his eye sockets, his cheekbones. Something more than the spider-eye gloss of his shiny, black hair. Something more than the swell of his impossibly broad form, his network of muscles connected like a web, writhing beneath his skin-tight suit as he hunches over his desk. Something else, other than the darkness spinning in his blood-brown eyes.

There has to be; something.

Or why would you keep doing this to yourself?

There must be some feeling, no? Some feeling greater. Greater than the whisper of his hot, wet kiss trailing down your abdomen. The pink meadow of his tongue blooming in the dark parts of you. Some feeling, greater than the spit trails - like spider strands - which link his mouth to your cunt when he

stops licking

just

to make

you writhe.

Something greater. Deeper. Greater than the mass of him covering you. Deeper than the fill of him splitting you. Sharper than the press of his fangs

at your pulse point

piercing

your skin:

paralysis.

Temporary. Partial.

Frozen; but rushing blood. Numb; sort of. Sensitive; where it counts.

A black hole, briefly. A sanctuary; infinite, for a fleeting moment.

Bound; strung up in his webbing. Bound to him. Spread for him.

Feeling.

For the first time in a long time.

Is that why you keep doing this to yourself?

You’re under already. Buried in the plunge pool darkness of him, and he’s thundering down on you, spinning you like a fly in his sprung trap; but it has to count for something, right?

Because why else would you keep doing this to yourself?

You take a deep breath. A small step. A step closer to being alone, being fragmented, like you’re far from where you belong and the universe wants to split you back to atoms. Like you are segments - triangles of a web Miguel has spun. You are patterns, repeating. Always repeating. Always turning to him even when he is turning away. Counter-clockwise. Counter-clockwise, moving backwards. Spinning his web.

You step closer to him; and once again, you are alone.

You draw a mask down - figuratively - tugging it down over your eyes so that you don't show it. So that you don't let him know that you are alone.

“Hey, Big Boy. I brought you lunch.” You are floating outside of yourself now, like sky-swinging through the city; but your feet are planted firmly on his platform all the same.

He can hear your pulse, remember. He can smell you. See you without looking, and he doesn’t.

He doesn’t look.

He just hunches. Hunches in front of the screen. Wringing his hands. Looking. Staring. Monitoring. Clicking. Thinking. His blood-brown eyes bloodshot and bleary. He blinks; but he doesn’t move. Hasn’t moved in hours, save for the repetitive coil of his taut muscles and the knitting of his brows and the flex of his fingers kneading into his own meaty thigh and the way you move and are moved; for him, to him, by him.

You swallow.

He hears it.

You place the bag of food down beside him and he doesn’t look. Doesn’t acknowledge you with so much as a thank you, his thick fingers tenting on the desk. The spot on the desk where he's had you folded over for him and you wait.

You wait for him to bark at you to leave him alone and he doesn’t and that’s something, isn’t it? But it’s not the “something” you are searching for - no. Not at all, but you pull up a chair all the same. Your eyes scouring the screen now too, looking not seeing; not like him, seeing not looking - and he could look at you but he fucking doesn’t.

And here you are alone.

You pull up a chair. Pull that invisible mask further down over your eyes, your mouth, your voice, your tone, until you’re wearing a suit of it. Skin-tight and covering all of you. Dressed-up in how okay you are and you guess he believes it, if he even thinks of it at all.

“You know there are alerts for this shit?” you stab, and yet, still nothing from him. Nothing but brooding and harsh beauty, his being a sharp fish hook slipped under your skin. “Sirens, even. Huge fuck-off flashing beacons. A pop-up on your little wrist watch. Quite hard to miss actually, Miguel.” His name rolls off your tongue like the spinning of a reel, his line dragging you in.

“You’re funny.” He says it like you're not.

Are you, though? You wouldn’t know it. You wouldn’t know it because his exoskeleton face barely ever cracks into a smile. His shoulders never shake with mirth and you don’t feel very funny any more these days,

not now,

not anymore,

not ever actually.

You think about smoothing his barbs - how’s that for a fucking joke? Rifling your fingers through the black night of his hair. Getting lost in it like it’s an abyss Spot left behind. Like you could disappear in it. Like you might want to.

But you don’t.

No.

Instead, you simply shoot your web. Use it to drop the packet of food from the console shelf into his sturdy lap. “Eat something, Miguel,” you scold tiredly, and he looks down at the plonked packet and he still hasn’t fucking looked at you.

Hasn’t looked at you since last night, actually. Hasn't looked at you since he couldn’t look away. Since he had you full. Full of him. Full of feeling. Warm up against you.

Warm.

Just imagine that from him.

It's funny. Funny because he doesn’t miss a thing. Doesn’t miss a single hitch in your breath; contraction of a muscle in your face; broken sound dying in your throat; droplet of sweat on your skin. Not a scent, sensation or shiver of skin.

It's funny because he doesn’t miss a thing - and he’s oblivious.

Both of these things are true.

“Why do you like these empanadas so much anyway?” you ask, because you notice what he misses. Because you pay attention to the fact they’re his favourite even if he doesn’t bat an eye that you've noticed - out of all the offerings in the HQ cafeteria they make his face twist least. That if you serve them up with coffee that’s joyless and dark and cold - like him - that he won’t thank you, but his shoulders will hunch just a little less. That some of the tension crawls away.

You struggle to remember though, as he continues to ignore you. To recall why you keep doing this to yourself, and so you ask your next question only because you know you shouldn’t.

“Do they remind you of home or something?”

Miguel finally turns to you - and it’s what you wanted until you get it. His eyes are blackened beneath his thick, drawn-down brows. His face contorted as you talk about the one place he can’t go in a room full of fucking doors.

Home.

You went there - the place he can't - and now his blood moon eyes hang like portals, dragging you into a dimension where you don’t even exist anymore as he tells you. Tells you no. He doesn’t like them. They’re dry, he says, his voice gruff - as frayed as thinned webbing. Bland, he says. Not even filling - and it's almost funny that he sounds so angry about cafeteria food; but you know fine well that his anger is a mask.

Still - you wear a mask long enough and hey... at some point it stops being pretend, doesn’t it?

“Okay. Well, then you’re welcome, I guess,” you spit sarcastically, words rising from your throat like venom. Pushing your chair back abruptly. Coming to standing.

After all.

Miguel is only tolerable

in short bursts,

except for when he’s dragging

your orgasm out

into a tightrope

and he's not

so

that’s just about enough

of him

for today.

“You know…” he begins as you turn away, and you’re a fool when your heart rises into your throat, hanging on to a spider thread of hope that he might. That he might finally. Might finally say something which means anything good. “I never asked you to do any of this. If it bothers you? You can go right ahead and stop.”

Oh. Okay.

Wow.

You don’t feel it, actually. Don’t even feel his words until later. Don’t feel them until you are alone. Don’t feel anything anymore until you are alone but then again, aren’t you always? Who can even tell the difference anymore anyway.

You don’t say anything, then. Not in this moment. You don’t ask if you’ll see him tonight, like you want. You don’t even tell him to go right ahead and stop, like you should.

Instead - fool - you slide your thumb up his back like a knife, cutting the tension in his shoulder blades and parsing it out into segments. Instead, you say “Eat, Miguel,” even as he shrugs you off. “You’re cranky.” Cranky doesn't even begin to cover it.

Still... There must be something though? Something that keeps you coming back.

Unless… Unless, of course, you never left. Unless you’re simply falling deeper and deeper into that very same black hole. Falling inside of yourself. Getting lost.

Miguel finally looks at you.

Looks at you as the pad of your thumb rubs pathetic circles into the nape of his neck.

Cranes his neck. Turns his head. Swivels his chair. Fucking looks at you - and as you stare back into his abyss he softens. Softens, as he grips the packet of shitty empanadas in his huge, stupidly broad palm and there it is.

Ah. The reason you keep doing this to yourself.

There is something.

Something so fleeting that it scurries away like an uncovered spider, lost again quickly to some dark, cobwebbed corner. Lost, before you can hope to trap it beneath a glass for further examination.

There is something that keeps you hanging on; but you're hanging by a thread.

He catches your hand in his and you feel small. "Will I see you tonight?"

Ah. Thank goodness you're wearing a figurative mask. Thank goodness he's oblivious.

You don't answer. Don't acknowledge his touch even as the hairs on the backs of your arms stand on end. Instead, you simply look down at the bundle in his other palm.

The food you brought him is cold now; but it doesn’t matter.

Warmth can’t touch him any longer.

You’ve tried that.

Oh, how you’ve tried.

There was you - and you were alone.

Then there was Miguel - and you were still alone.

"Yeah," you finally sound out. "I'll see you tonight."

Next, there was you and Miguel.

And now, you are more alone than ever.

[sculkcensor]

For the tatoo thing: antoine and cucurucho?

Omg why these two how are they getting tattoos cucu has fur idek if antoine has Normal Skin LMAO

anyway we'll just go stylistically nobody question the mechanics:

Antoine I can see with these very abstract trash polka or partial watercolour designs, but like imagine green instead of red lol, I could see him being completely Covered in these tbh it would look awesome like you get a glimpse under the cloak and it's all these dramatic colourful abstracts

Cucurucho has the fed symbol in a tramp stamp. Believe me it's canon.

On a real note I can't rly see Cucurucho having tats bc of what it is but if it did, maybe something like these very ornamental honeycomb geometrics?

[unganseylike]

ok so re: your tags on that post about the trc covers and adam / blue’s “books”

i went back and forth on the same thing (adam and blue and trb and bllb)

but i eventually decided that based on A) adam’s major character development in bllb (whereas in trb he remained somewhat static internally, even though externally he changed a lot) and B) the POV breakdowns, with adam having the most POV page time out of the four in bllb, that bllb is adam’s “book”

in the interest of cool discussion, can i ask why you consider trb his book?

oh i love this discussion thank u for sending ask! its been a sec since ive read books (ok actually just over a year so not really) so forgive me if I misremember details..

if i didnt have to choose just one character for the books and instead was considering most main characters for the book i think:

trb- gansey blue adam; tdt- ronan maybe adam; bllb- blue adam; trk- gansey blue

what do i define as most main character? Idek its kinda vibes and whose plotlines contribute most to the central plot. this is typically going to be blue and gansey to me because the overall plot of trc starts and ends with their evolving relationship to each other (true love and/or killing). but maybe thats bc im biased and love gansey and blue most; im sure fans who are really into pynch and also adam+ ronan separately would see them as most central.

anyways so i agree that adam is a centerpoint of both trb and bllb. thats an interesting point about the most pov time and he definitely gets lots of development in bllb.

but to me bllb is blues book- she even has her name in the title! the other titles kinda correspond to characters too, with dream thieves obviously referencing ronan and raven king referencing ganseys kingliness and quest. trb is ambiguous and to me is a reference to the story from blues pov and and introduction to her world. anyways, the main plot of bllb imo is the search for maura and kinda the overall exploration of cabeswater/related magical areas/caves as a result, which ultimately leads to the demon plot and thus ganseys foretold death which is of course the overarching plot. so its blues family and her drive to search for her mother that progresses the series plot forward. we also get to spend a lot time with blue alone and with different groups of people and see how she interacts with new people, all contributing to her character growth in this book. plus her relationship w gansey becomes definitively romantic love, which again is necessary for the series plot and its tagline. although adam grows as a character (what i recall- learning to use his connection w cabeswater, the lead up to the trial w his father, being able accept his friends help, pynch), i dont think it contributes as much to the main plot of bllb or the series overall.

Trb is the hardest to assign to me. I do think there are great arguments for blue or adam or gansey. of course thats partially because they are the pov characters. i think its more between blue and adam though, because they are really the ones introducing us to the trc world as theyre both outsiders. and of course they are kinda in a relationship— even though gansey is her ~true love~ adam is actually the one that leads blue to her involvement w the boys. i’d say blue is more of a “main character” than adam in this book simply because it opens with her monologue and her knowledge of ganseys death plus she probably gets more pov time. but main character doesnt equal their both to me necessarily. we see so much of adam through others eyes but he turns all of their beliefs of him on their head when he takes matters into his own hands and goes to cabeswater. i dont remember much about first reading the book (i cant believe it was like 10 years ago now!) but i remember being surprised when adam did that- i actually got a little nauseous. it was not what i expected for him and i realized that his actions were going to change what i had expected to be the clear cut plot of the series. it was no longer just this drawn out plot for blue to kiss and kill gansey, and adams bargain sets the stage for so much of the rest of the story! to me its really his defining moment. so overall i think trb is adams book solely because hes the star of its conclusion; we realize we dont know adam as well as we thought and neither do his friends, but we know his actions will have consequences that will affect everyone and everything.

but i think i could be persuaded in either direction for which book is whose, i can easily see the arguments in the other direction. and i actually love that its blue and adam’s plots that we are debating- i love their relationship and their parallels :)

Let me know what you think!

[riewiggles]

How Healthcare is Designed to Fuck You All

I have Premium Healthcare through my Company (UH).

I even had a FSA last year.

I have PCOS.

I got Nexplanon in 2021.

It wore out this year.

I now have a cyst on my pelvic bone.

I'm bleeding out.

I woke up 4 times tonight having bled out 4 pads alone.

Last year for context I had a MRI because I have FBD and had a tumor in 2021 that was removed because it tugged on breast tissue. Last year's MRI is a financial burden and the bane of my existence.

I LITERALLY cannot afford to get the IUD my gyno recommended, hormone treatment, because she wants to tell insurance we exhausted all options before we do the partial hysterectomy next to treat my PCOS, and now I have a cyst on my thigh and idek if it's contributing to me bleeding out or if I have an ovarian cyst or multiple or if it's anything else contributing to me bleeding this fucking heavy omg but I can't afford to check it out because the system isn't meant to help you you can't fucking win

for additional context because I typed this half asleep and pissed at 5 AM, before Nexplanon I would bleed a box a cycle and my cycles would be so random I couldn't even keep track. I never even had PMS , they would pop up randomly. Now my Nexplanon is no longer working and it has to be removed. My gyno wants to switch it out and put in an IUD and start me on hormone therapy to stop the bleeding and get my hormones in a better place before going forward with a hysterectomy so that insurance will cover it. The fact that insurance will not even cover for me to get a hysterectomy is beyond me because the IUD alone scares me. My sister had one and it lodged up into her lower intestine and I've heard so many horror stories about them.

[spencersmagic]

Out of line.

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summary: y/n has been acting a little bit... out of line. hotch intends to get to the bottom of her behaviour, though his intentions are quickly forgotten when he sees her. warnings: thigh riding, partial nudity, a little bit of exhibitionism if you squint, corruption. category: smut couple: fem! reader x aaron hotchner

IF YOURE A MINOR DNI!!!

i wrote this for a client and then adapted it to hotch SFHKDHDJKH

btw this is not bau-centric. its literally just me grabbing hotch and putting him in my room. enjoy

also this is sort of set after a date??? like he takes her back to his apartment and this happens. idek.

***

The air conditioning must’ve been broken.

There is no other way she could explain what was happening to her. At least not one that would explain the constant pull she felt towards the man who had walked her into his apartment. His intentions were pure: he just wanted to talk to her. But, how pure could they be, really, when he had invited her to his place? Her limbs burned and her lips twitched as she followed him around.

“Would you uh… like a drink?” he spoke into the otherwise quiet apartment.

She looked around at the dark walls that surrounded his space. Mesmerizingly, she understood the darkness that lied within him - those parts of him that she simply could never place.

The wooden floors creaked under her feet, and it was just too hot in the room. She cleared her throat.

“Some water would be nice,” she said with a low voice as she crossed the room. Her feet felt unsteady as she shuffled over to sit on his couch.

He brought her a glass of water from the kitchen, setting it on the furniture next to the bed. In the time that he had been gone to bring her a drink, she had found herself in a comfortable position on his bed, shoes off and legs spread wide. If he had really wanted to, he would’ve been able to take a long look up her skirt to see that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Instead, he noted the position she was in and kindly walked to her side.

She had pushed her back down against the cushion. Aaron could ignore the direct view under her skirt, but her breasts covered her face from where he stood, and that he had a hard time looking away from.

“Come lay down with me, Aaron” she suggested, somewhat shyly.

He cleared his throat. I must’ve heard her wrong. This is not like y/n, he thought.

“W-what?”.

“Are you scared? You know me. I would never do anything out of line” she clarified. Her voice dripped of honey, but not the sweet type. Instead, her words felt like he was getting stuck in the sweet sounds of her tongue. Like a trap. “Come on. Join me! Let 's talk”.

Hesitantly, he shuffled to her side. His eyes met hers and, like a battle for dominance, they tested the others' ability. Were they nervous? Would they look away?

Her shuddering breath fanned over his own, which seemed to be caught in his throat.

“You don’t seem like you wouldn’t do anything out of line,” he whispered, eyes stuck on hers. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her breasts popping out of the thin, white shirt. “Where are your panties, y/n?”

She felt her cheeks heat up, and suddenly, she lost the competition. Her eyes looked down, pushing her skirt down slightly. It was as if two forces were at play: the first one, perhaps a more playful one, wanted to show him just where her panties were - or rather where they weren’t. The other, innocent and certainly stronger, made her question why she was doing all of this. Did she even know what she was doing? How could she show up at her boss's house with a very clear, naughty intention and no underwear?

She was better than this.

However, the first force pushed through, arming her with the courage to look up at him through her eyelashes. Her hand reached out to his own, bringing it to her thigh.

“Why don’t you find out?”

The tension that Aaron had built up during the the few moments they had been together, the way her long legs were swaying as she teased him with her sultry gaze, her suggestive gaze and now the sight he had in front of her was too much to resist. He grabbed her by the thigh and turned her to the side so her whole body fit on the small couch. His hand reached to grab her own, and he held them above her head. She squealed.

“Sorry. Didn’t want to be so forceful. It just sort of… came out. Are you okay?” he looked into her eyes, searching for fear. Instead, he found excitement glistening under the shyness of her pupils.

She held onto his shoulders and turned them around so she was on top.

“Perfect”.

His heart tightened at the prospect of being the person that was corrupting her sweet, innocent mind.

He sat up, with the intention to stop her. His hand moved over to her lower abdomen, to move her away. She, however, had other plans.

Her legs shuffled to the sides of his thigh, sitting on it. Her skirt flew up so her pussy was in direct contact with his pant leg. Her juices, which she had discovered recently were a product of her increasing feelings of arousal, wet the rough cloth as she looked into his eyes for permission. He only licked his lips expectantly.

She came because he wanted to know what was wrong with her, right? That was exactly what he was going to get.

Before she could open her mouth to naively ask how to do this, he grabbed her hips and slowly, rhythmically pushed them back and forth, creating a friction between her untouched clit and the rough fabric. She yelped at the feeling, lips parting slightly to allow pants and huffs out of her plump lips.

She felt everything.

His thigh would clench every so often to present to her a harder, more pleasurable feeling and, in return, her eyes would roll to the back of her head. Slowly, she got the hang of the feeling.

His hands slowly released her hips and came around to undo her white shirt - one last symbol of innocence that was about to be lost. She simply looked at him, hips shuffling back and forth as her clit became more and more sensitive. Her juices wet his pant leg, and he could practically feel the liquid on his thigh. His calloused fingers slowly undid the buttons of her shirt, breasts spilling out onto his hands.

His nimble fingers went to grab her full breasts, slowly pressing his fingers onto her flesh, looking at her reaction. Her lips formed a soft pout, as a way to ask for more.

He gathered two of his fingers and rolled her nipples between them, pinching them ever so softly, hearing her let out a pornographic moan - a sound he would never tire of hearing.

Slowly, like a teacher and student, she took over, playing with her own nipples. His hands went around to hold his body up as he leaned back, enjoying the sight in front of him.

Her soft fingers danced around her breasts experimentally before kneading the flesh. A tightness was building up in the pit of her stomach and, while she couldn’t quite place what it meant, she quickened up her pace to pursue the feeling. Her left hand kept playing with her nipples, enjoying the electricity it formed within her, as her right hand moved down slowly to meet the area where she was feeling the most pleasure.

The only sounds that could be heard in the quiet apartment were the dirty noise of her juices pressed onto his pant leg, and the loud moans she was now letting out, so close to her release.

He looked into her eyes with a certain darkness which she had only seen a few times before. His hands held her hips again, pressing her against his clenched thigh to get the most out of her release, the first orgasm she would be having in her life quickly approaching.

“Cum for me, y/n.”

With his dark words, she came on the innocent cloth. Her whole body collapsing onto his own as she rode out her orgasm sloppily, when he decided to make things easier for her, and, perhaps, more fun for him.

“T-that felt so good, A-Aaron” she said between pants.

“Oh, you’re about to discover what those words actually mean, little girl”.

His rough hands grabbed her ass, still clothed with the skirt, and turned her to lie her on the bed. Holding her down with his forearm across her shoulders, his hand made its way to her pussy to pursue yet another orgasm for her.

Her first time had been mesmerizing for him. And now, he couldn’t think of anything other than to make her cum over and over again.

As his mouth lowered down to her pussy, he looked up at her fucked-out expression, then dove in.

His tongue was rough, suckling and shaking on her clit. His fingers made their way to her entrance, and all she could do after her first orgasm was to curl her fingers on his hair and press her thighs against each other, completely overstimulated.

However, he had other plans for her.

He licked one of his fingers while maintaining eye contact, then sunk it into her pussy. Almost maniacally, he curled his finger up, making her scream in pleasure and overstimulation. His lips locked around her clit as he sucked harshly, making her thrash and turn around the bed. His other hand, which was now sprawled over her stomach to keep her steady, felt her lower abdomen tightening, signifying another fast release.

Her hands flew into his hair, grabbing and pulling from the overstimulation. Small whimpers and moans resembling an “ah ah ah” sound escaped her innocent lips, before letting out a scream as she arched her back, reaching her second and final orgasm of the night.

Her juices spilled all over his mouth and chin, making it glisten as he finished eating her out, riding out her orgasm.

He ran his thumb over her clit softly, which made her body tremble. He chuckled.

“So… nothing out of line, huh?”

***

this is very different from what i usually post. are you all okay? did you like that? would you like to give me a review? i would very much appreciate getting opinions.

btw i didn't use a taglist because i know most of y'all are only interested in spencer reid. lmk if you want to be added to a hotch taglist, though :)

[annabellelupin]

As some of you may know, there has been a good bit of negativity on my account recently. I got into a bit of an argument with a couple of terfs. Pretty much everything is fine now, and I'd really like to thank everyone that reached out to me and supported me through the argument. I'm dedicating this post to all of my wonderful followers. So without further ado..

Positive Marauders era Headcannons:)

Mary is not only genderfluid and omni, but polyamorous as well and has two partners

He/They Trans masc and asexual Regulus (yes you all should've seen this coming, it's my most favorite hc ever lol)

A lot of people hc Lily as demisexual, and honesty I do too, but here me out:

Demiromantic Remus and Demisexual Lily

Also chubby, plus sized Lily and Dorcas is canon at this point right?

I haven't seen many headcanons for James but I feel like he'd be aspec

Alice is almost definitely aspec (probably aegosexual) and gives off queer femme girl vibes. Actually when I think about it she lowkey gives of bi wife energy lol

Frank kinda gives off bi husband energy but is probably pan

Also just,, Alice with vitiligo is *chefs kiss* (Ik for some people it can be an insuceurity, and I really don't think they realize just how beautiful they are *my friend Megan plays that's what makes you beautiful by 1d in background*

If Dorcas isn't an African-European, then my whole life is a lie (I apologize if that isn't correct term for it and feel free to spray me with a water bottle and correct me if it isn't)

And obviously Dorcas has the prettiest hair ever. they usually styles it in an afro or multiple braids and either way she looks amazing

i personally headcanon them as a pan, femme nonbinary, but ik most people hc them as a she/they demigirl lesbian and that's super cool too

Marlene and Remus are both covered in freckles and their partners think it's the cutest thing ever

Also if Marlene isn't a femme lesbian giving off masc energy idek what is

Andromeda is omni and a demigirl

James is a total feminist prove me wrong

He's also definitely a house husband and destroys gender norms with Lily (who is the potions professor at Hogwarts)

Honestly tho all of the Marauders era characters completely destroy gender norms

Adhd James just makes sense to me

As well as neurodivergent (probably autistic) Reggie and idek why

Frank is partially blind and someone made fun of him for it in 4th year and James and Sirius came to his rescue (and that's how they really began talking to each other)

Just jegulily being a thing (personally I don't headcanon this but think its super cool and like the polyam rep:)

Regulus has social anxiety and you can not convince me otherwise

also *transes all of your favorite characters* here yaa go

and umm *declares all of your favorite characters gay*

also we need more ace and aro rep so all of your favorite characters are now aspec and/or arospec

your welcome :)

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

speaking of which i'm highly contemplating med school again ;-; the only problem is idk if i want to put myself through that but i've wanted to be a doctor since i was like,, five and now i kind of want to carry out my childhood ambitions even though i partially can with bme :/ idek anymore this is hard

Under the cut because the answer is long.

I understand how you're feeling right now. I've been going through a crisis since the year started and I blame MCAT studies, but anyway... The stress of it is having had this idea, this plan for the longest time and wanting to stick with it, then a new opportunity presents itself and suddenly that plan is chucked out the window. Honestly I just recently crunched the numbers and found out that my chances of getting in are slim to nothing now, and I have no one to blame but myself for letting it get this bad. But I'm serious, I understand, I've wanted to be a doctor since the third grade and the only reason why it isn't longer is because I found out my crippling motion sickness prevented me from being an astronaut (and, logically, you'd think I'd just then become an engineer but here we are) and now? Now I don't know. I know what I want to do, but I don't know how I'm going to do it anymore. It's hard, truly, and I understand that more than most people, I'd like to think.

It's hard and it's stressful to think of what it is you're going to be doing for the rest of your life, and I know I put that bluntly but it's pretty much what it is. The important thing is to keep an open mind about career opportunities and weigh what you think you're capable of. Remember that it's okay for goals and plans to change, no matter what anyone says to you. And med school, to be blunt again, is rough. It's rough mentally, physically, and financially. It's a gamble to even get in and that's scary, really anything's a gamble after college to be fair. So I get it, I get being scared to go through with it, but in the end I think it'll pay off. There's no straight route for further education, and I think that fact is what makes it all pay off in the end, you know? And this isn't meant to be discouraging, of course, but what I'm trying to get at is that there are options, don't lock yourself to just two because that's a recipe for disaster. And you're still a first year, right? You have time to think about it and you have time to prepare. BME covers a lot of med school pre-reqs too if you choose to go that way. Just take your time, go to some grad school fairs, and really list out your options and I promise it will all come together!

TL;DR: You're right, it is hard. Just weigh your options, find out your boundaries, and remember that plans can change and that's okay :D

[ceescedasticity]

Crossover classpect #idek+2

This is hopefully the last one of these for a bit.

Miraculous Ladybug. It's a very unwieldy twenty-person session but I do have an opening for it which I genuinely like.

.

Three thousand years ago, the last holder of the Frog Miraculous poured molten lead over it and cast it into the Aegean Sea.

Three hundred years ago, it resurfaced. A diadem partially covered in lead: how strange.

Thirty years ago there was a fire. The lead melted. The diadem didn't.

Three years ago a diadem entered the questionably legal antiquities market.

Three days ago Chloe Bourgeois accompanied her father to a private auction, and recognized in one of the pieces a certain… something, and simply had to have it.

Three hours ago she put it on.

"Hello," said Croaak.

"Destiny and creation!" said Croaak.

"Oh, well, the Ladybug isn't half bad," said Croaak. "Perfectly respectable. But obviously I'm stronger."

"So the Ladybug is nearby, then? I can detect other Miraculous and holders, that sort of thing, but only once my special ability has been activated -- more of a side effect," said Croaak.

"Do you want to try it out?" said Croaak. "The transformation key is 'log on'."

"The special ability is Genesis."

(In Chloe's defense, none of Paris's other heroes or villains would have anticipated what happened next, either.)

(In Croaak's defense, being at the bottom of the ocean for 2700 years wouldn't do anyone's mental health any good.)

(In Iason of Thebes's defense, he was the sole survivor of a team of twelve, the regional Guardians had been annihilated along with two towns and a temple complex, and Croaak had declared it all a smashing success.)

Marinette: Rogue of Life, Prospit

Adrien: Heir of Heart, Derse

Alya: Witch of Light, Prospit

Nino: Knight of Breath, Derse

Chloe: Queen of Rage, Derse

Kagami: Seer of Time, Derse

Luka: Mage of Space, Prospit

Alix: Scout of Mind, Derse

Kim: Bard of Drive, Prospit

Juleka: Haunt of Blood, Derse

Rose: Sylph of Charm, Prospit

Ivan: Thane of Void, Prospit

Mylene: Maid of Stone, Prospit

Max: Sage of Doom, Derse

Marc: Clerk of Hope, Derse

Nathaniel: Prince of Grief, Derse

Zoe: Pawn of Nerve, Prospit

Sabrina: Page of Fire, Prospit

Lila: Thief of Peace, Prospit

Felix: Ace of Strange, Derse

So, yeah, this is what the Frog Miraculous does. Genesis picks Heroes -- it usually prefers Miraculous holders (including the Frog holder) or at least people who vibe with an available Miraculous, but it can be flexible. If they aren't actually currently holding the Miraculous they're likely not to realize they're being influenced until it's too late to back out. Other kwami tend not to like this very much.

This kind of session does include a built-in way back for Heroes, since if nothing else the Frog needs to get back to Earth so it can do it again! And meteor destruction is regional, not global. And if they get back, Ladybug's Cure should be able to repair everything. So it'll be fine.

[divinity-infinity]

[id: a digital drawing of Satan from obey me crouched and leaning over the mc named Divinity. Satan is a light skinned, blond demon wearing pants and no shirt, with a feather boa over his shoulders. Horns protrude from his head and tail floating above him, and he is covered partially in blood. His hands are placed either side of Divinity, a light skinned, dark haired human. They are wearing a purple jacket, black ripped jeans, and a purple beanie, also stained with a bit of blood. They are clutching a bible in their hand. They have a surprised-angry expression on their face, looking at Satan. Satan is smiling while text beside him reads, "Don't Worry." /End id]

Drawing of satan and my mc divinity i did, which gives me this opportunity to talk about Divinity a bit hsndndnd

- upon arriving in the devildom, divinity is a serious and religious christian person, notably hating satan and lucifer because of the bible

- i kinda describe it as divinity having a dislike towards the two, but they hate satan mostly because it's the one more mentioned in the bible and because during classes divinity and satan become sort of rivals academically

- and upon learning more about how lucifer and satan aren't the same person and have different histories, they go on to simply hate lucifer on biblical basis (because he was the one that fell from heaven after all) and satan because he rivals them in academics. Their specific dynamic with satan is rivals to homoerotic tension to lovers because yes

- though at times divinity would occasionally spit out a bible verse or two whenever satan surpasses them in some way, which i imagine is what led them to this scenario. Don't know where the blood came from or how it escalated to this idek but i might write this down someday.

Based on this template by @waltnut

[laryna6]

Re-reading Legend of Sun Knight

I think if I was AUing this, the holy knights’ traditional pretty looks would be because most of them are actually women or trans men. (bc candidates selected partially for looking the part)

So, lesbian!Sun, who cries tears of envy at Moon’s tall girlfriend and jealous grrs at the endless stream of butches lured in by the Earth Knight’s ‘I’m so adorable~’ act. Why did the God of Light have to make women so hot... wait! That wasn’t a complaint! Sun’s ‘aaah thank the benevolent god of light’s being genuine after seeing a hot woman~

Butch!Neo, The Strongest Sun Knight In History

Church doctrine that ‘the God of Light loves everyone so much that he keeps answering their prayers for healing and buffing their loved ones even though that means darkness would eventually cover the world! Irresponsible God of Light! Give thanks to the God of Shadow for cleaning up the mess!’ The relationship between the first generation ‘sun knight’ and ‘judgment knight’ actually surviving in passion plays depicting the God of Light as brainless helping people and the God of Shadow as long-suffering Only Sane Woman.

Because the God of Light protected her, the God of Shadow was able to build the vessel correctly, so the Demon King is sane and like, uses all the dark element up by commanding the undead to build public works projects. People remember to include the God of Shadow in their devotions in case that increases their descendants’ odds of getting a free house. 

Sun finding out she’s also the demon king and going ‘sweet I will build myself an awesome mansion for my retirement and also earn enough money to support myself and lots of hot babes!’ 

The religion of the God of Light being very ok with LGBT people after 39 generations of ‘the Sun Knight is really freaking hot! Is this one a guy? A woman? IDEK, dude, they’re hot’ 

...wait... Lina Inverse??

[thisisthehardestthing]

This Is The Hardest Thing

CHAPTER 1

Synopsis: A exchange student from the US in enrolled into UA when her father has to move to help with the increased crime rates in Japan. The final year of high school is a lot to handle, adding on top the class of 3-A and the trouble they get into will make for a wild ride.

Authors note: It’s been six years since I last wrote avidly. SO I am taking the plunge and posting chapter 1 (of idek) of this BNHA fic. @lookslikeleese​​ convinced me to just POST it and keep on practicing after I sent her an anon message, so this is basically what I am doing here. Quite nerve-wracking but, let’s just see where it goes? This is my first time writing it ‘x reader’ POV so I have a lot to learn :)

The title is still a WIP. I have named it as the above because it truly is the hardest thing to do lol

Pairing: I have a feeling this might turn into a Bakugo x Reader fic, but I am quite a slut and can’t make my mind up so who knows, maybe she’ll go through a few of the boys. They are all aged up to 18/19 and in their final year.

Triggers: ??? Not sure. This chapter is SFW. Let me know what I should tag here if anything.

Word count: 3.4k - felt like stopping it there. I have quite a few chapters already typed but I’ll drag it out.

link to chapter 2

This Is The Hardest Thing

Chapter 1

The gates of UA shined ahead of you as the car pulled up front, tires crunching over the gravel. The blue octagonal shape with bright gold letters were backlit by the early morning sun. A pink and orange sky reflected against the tall, glass buildings. It gave the world a sepia filter, one you wished to be true. The dark tinted windows cast a shadow in the car, shielding your face from the outside but did little to hide the nerves inside your stomach. Between your fingers, the dark green uniform skirt was bunched up and you took a deep breath, smoothing it out, trying to relax.

New school, new year.

Two figures were standing underneath the looming gates, hands clasped behind their backs and chatting to each other as they waited patiently for your arrival. One was extremely small, covered in white fur, and you squinted against the sun as you studied the figure. It was the Principal himself coming to greet you, along with a taller person that had messy black hair that partially covered his face, a thick scarf wrapped loosely around his neck.

The car stopped and you stepped out, a small black backpack in your hands that contained only a notebook, a few pencils and some other necessities. The Principal smiled and walked over to greet you hand raised in a wave, his short legs moving deftly.

“Welcome to UA!” He greeted, his voice was commanding and yet friendly. “I am Principal Nezu and this is your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shouta.” Aizawa lifted his hand slowly. He had a look on his face as though he had just woken up.

“Please to meet you.” You greeted and bowed slightly, your loose hair tumbled past your shoulders, the ends of your curls swaying in the cool morning breeze.

You hoped that the greeting was satisfactory. You had never lived in Japan before, being a transfer student from abroad. Your father, a top Hero in New York, was offered a job post back here in Japan and had seized the opportunity. He’d always wanted to bring you back to his home, where he’d grown up. It was your final year in a hero course and so it was frustrating to leave everything behind to move to an entirely new country. Being a Hero that helped everyone meant everything to him and you want to show your support. Besides, UA was one of the best schools in the world and you would never give up the opportunity to train with the kids that have been making waves all across the world.

The crime in Japan had increased exponentially over the past years, and any Hero worth his salt would jump at the chance to help. The request had come from the Number 1 Hero’s agency. Your family was in no way friends, but your father grew up in the same classes as Enji Todoroki, even graduating U.A. together all those years ago before taking the first job offer to move oversees. To be clear, Endeavor did not request your father himself. He was much too prideful to acknowledge he needed hep, but it was agreed by the city governors that a few more Hero’s were needed and so the simple letter came in the mail that changed everything.

“We hope you will enjoy your time here at U.A.” The Principal continued and you straightened back up. “It’s difficult to change schools in the final year, but we have no doubt that you will adjust quickly and be one of the top students.” You smiled at the remark.

“That sounds like it will be quite a challenge,” you replied, a small smile on your lips. “The class of 3-A has quite the reputation, even internationally, and I look forward to learning from them as well as the top-rated teachers here.” You bowed your head slightly again. This time it was overkill but you could never be too polite.

Aizawa’s eyes were trained on you, analyzing your words and the way you presented yourself. There was a shyness about you that confused him. He had read your file, knew who your father was, and yet you were being extremely modest. The Principal laughed, the scar on his right eye crinkling up.

“Yes, well, it’s true your classmates are a lively bunch. Let’s get you settled with signing the final paperwork. I have heard you did not bring much with you to move into the dorms, but that can be sorted out when the day is done.” They started walking away, and you slung the backpack that was in your hands over your shoulder as you followed, making polite small talk with the Principal all the way.

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You had your class schedule in your hands as you made your way through the empty halls of the new school. The first bell of the day had already rung and your footsteps echoed against the tall ceilings. The glass windows let in the sunlight and it danced across the linoleum flooring. You were sure that every class was full of students and chatter, and yet you couldn’t hear a single thing.

The door of 3-A loomed above you, bright red, and you prepared yourself for the classmates on the other side of the door. They were infamous in your old school, first popping up two years ago during their sports festival when the boy called Izuku Midoriya went about breaking his bones while fighting the son of your fathers old school friend, and you let out a shaky exhale as your knuckles knocked. The door slid open and Aizawa stood there.

“Ah yes, right,” He mumbled, as if forgetting he was introduced to you just an hour earlier, walking back to the front of the class while you followed behind him. The class was lively, people all talking to each other, but as you stood in the front of the podium, they hushed down and wide eyes stared at you, taking you in.

“Everyone, we have a new student joining us today.” He gestured to you. “She has just transferred here from an academy in New York City, USA, and will be with us for your final year.”

You bowed for the third time today and introduced yourself. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you knew you sounded robotic. Meeting new people and opening up was not a strength of yours, but you pushed through it, straightening back up and smiling.

You heard a scoff in the back and a boy with spiky blond hair leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. The consensus around the room was to ignore him and everyone started talking out loud again, welcoming you with smiles and enthusiasm.

“Yes, yes, welcome to UA and 3-A. You can continue this at lunch.” Aizawa shouted over the chatter. Everyone quieted down. “The first lesson of the day is general training to get your bodies moving after the summer holidays. Although, all of you had work and internships, so this should be a piece of cake.” He turned to face you. “There is an empty desk in front of Bakugo you can take later. Now everyone, get ready for your lesson and I’ll see you outside on the sports field.”

Aizawa handed you a metal briefcase with your gym kit in it. Your new classmates stood up and started filing out the door, whoops of excitement in the air. A pink-skinned girl with even pinker hair and thin horns came up to you and gave you a big hug. It took you by surprise, but you hugged back with one arm as your other held the briefcase.

“It’s so nice to meet you! Trust me when I say we are all happy to have another girl in the class.” She beamed, “My name is Mina Ashido!” Her eyes were filled in with black, and yet they shone with happiness.

“Hi, Ashido, I’m looking forward to studying with you,” you smiled back. She laughed in response and linked her elbow with yours to drag you out of the class.

“So formal. Let’s become friends, call me Mina.” With that, she dragged you out the door, following the crowd outside and into another building that house the gym and the changing rooms.

You dressed quickly, surprised that the suit was your size, and wondered what today’s class was going to be like. The girls in your class were all talking loudly, sharing stories of what happened to them during the holidays, and although they weren’t necessarily talking to you, you didn’t feel ignored. There was a large part of you that was hoping today was just regular sparring. You didn’t really want anyone to know what your quirk was right off the bat. It was something that you tried to down-play, instead focusing on hand-to-hand combat and honing your physical skills. The reflection of yourself in the tight suit made you smile. Your muscular thighs and arms were well-defined. Your hair tied up high in a pony-tail.

“You’re not wearing any shoes.” The statement came from Tsuyu Asui. She held up a long finger with rounded edge, placing it on her lips thoughtfully. As she looked down at your bare feet. You curled your toes under before flattening them back down again. You laughed, embarrassed, and rubbed the back of your neck.

“Yeah, I don’t like wearing them when exercising. I prefer to feel the ground.” It was also useful for your quirk as you could intensely feel the vibrations of everything through the soles of your feet and your hands if you needed to. Bare feet was something all your old classmates were already used to and it was just second nature to you. You had forgotten that people usually wore sneakers.

She gave a small nod and smiled.

“I can understand that, let’s go outside.” And you followed her onto the grassy field for the first class of the day, stretching your arms above your head.

Even though winter was around the corner, the sun was hot and there was no clouds in the sky. The cool breeze of this morning seemed to have died down, letting the sun warm everything up. Everyone was excitedly waiting for class to start. Basic training classes were always your favorite and it seemed like everyone was eager to show what they practiced during the summer.

“We will just start with some simple sparring, no quirks allowed, to get your bodies back into the swing of things. Everyone pair up.” Aizawa gestured to the field where white chalk was sprinkled in neat squares to mark the sparring boundaries.

“Hey, new girl. Let’s fight!” The boy called Bakugo shouted, he was frowning and his red eyes were glinting mischievously. His hair was seemed to be alive as he walked to one of the squares, not bothering to see if you had agreed. He was trouble and you knew that from when he won first placing the competition two years ago. You had snickered with your old friends when that picture circulated around the campus, whispering how crazy he looked. You shrugged and followed him, ready to move your body and see if he really was as good a fighter as he seemed to be.

Bakugo had his eye on you the second you walked into the class. He hated the fact that there was yet another person to beat out at the end of the year, even though he was not worried, just annoyed. He challenged you to make a point, show you that just because you were new, he would not take it easy on you.

Facing each other, you got into your fighting stances and for the first time in a long while, you were caught off guard. There wasn’t enough time to dodge and instead you blocked the high kick to your head with your forearms, grunting as your feet slid wide and digging into the grass with your heels to keep your self planted firmly. He smirked and jumped back.

“Welcome to U.A.” He stated, rolling his shoulders and jumping lightly on his toes as he got ready to attack again. You heard the murmurs from your new classmates about how Bakugo just ‘could not wait to start a fight’. You were ready the next time and both of you began to dance around each other. He sent a right hook, which you blocked, following with your own punch, which he dodged. It was a flurry of punches and kicks. He was getting angrier as it turned into a minute where he had yet to land a punch on you, and you could tell your new classmates were not used to this.

They had all stopped to watch. This caught your attention and you dropped your guard, not wanting to let everyone think you were a show off on your first day, and Bakugo sent his palm into your chest, making you fall back onto the ground. The wind was knocked out of you, but you quickly recovered and rolled away, missing the fist that had come towards your face by a second.

“Bakugo!” Iida shouted out, “Please be careful! It’s rude to attack our new classmate with such vigor.”

Katsuki ignored him though, straightening up and punching his fist into his palm.

“I just need to make sure this,” he gestured to your body that was now standing, breathing hard, “extra has what it takes to be in our class.” He was cocky, more so than you expected, and it irritated the shit out of you. You huffed and squared up. He wants to see what you have to offer? You’ll show it to him.

He rushed toward you again, throwing his infamous right hook, and you sidestepped, grabbing his muscular forearm and hurled him onto the ground over your shoulder. Jiu-Jitsu was one of your favorite martial arts and you followed him down, quickly mounting yourself onto his chest, still holding his arm. You were about to fall into an arm bar but he rolled to the same side you were about to lean back to. His sheer strength overcoming your legs that would’ve kept him pinned down. He ripped his arm away from your grip and had now flipped you so that his knee was on top of your chest, in the same place where his palm hit you previously, pressing down so that it was difficult to breath.

He had a wild look in his eyes, taken aback at the sudden improvement of your fighting and had his arm pulled back, smoke starting to leak out of his palm. Before he could bring it down, thick white ribbon wrapped itself around his wrist and pulled him back and off you, the grey whisps disappearing and the smell of burnt sugar lingered in the air. He thrashed against the fabric.

“Enough, Bakugo.” Aizawa boomed, his voice loud and commanding, “Go get a sip of water and calm down.”

You could see he was holding in insults, snarling out swear words under his breath as he tugged at the bandage tied tightly around his wrist. He had grown since his first year, calmed down a little, but his manners had not changed and it took a lot in him to hold back. Aizawa’s pinched the bridge of his nose as the scarf let him go and Bakugo gave one last glare in your direction before turning sharply on his heel and walking to the water dispenser against the wall.

It was for your safety that Aizawa had stopped the fight then, and you bit your tongue to keep in a retort that you could’ve handled it. A hand reached down to help you up. It was Uraraka. Her round face had a slight blush and her eyes closed as she smiled.

“Sorry about him, he gets defensive when there’s any kind of changes.” She explained, waving toward the figure that was now kicking the water dispenser, water flying everywhere. You took the hand, letting her pull you up.

“It’s okay. I kind of expected it.” Shrugging as you rubbed your chest with your palm, feeling a bruise forming where Bakugo’s knee had been pressing. There was dirt and leaves in your hair that you tried to pry out. During the sparring session your ponytail had come loose and your eyes dropped to the grass to look for the small hair-tie that you have no doubt lost to the grass God’s. You sighed and gave up working the grass out of your hair, instead tucking the messy locks behind your ears. The only thing that would help now was a shower.

You and Uraraka teamed up on the next round, playfully sparring and testing each other. You were surprised at just how good this girl could fight, which she explained was due to the internship in her first year. She was shorter than you, but that just made her quick. Soon, your five minutes were up and you switched partners. Within the two hour class, you were able to meet and get a feel of almost everyone.

The class was finished and you all headed back to the changing rooms to shower and get ready for the lunch break. Mina’s arms were slung across your shoulders as she asked where you studied before coming to U.A.

“I studied in NYC,” you started, opening the locker that had your school uniform hanging inside.

“Oh, then how come you speak Japanese?” Mina asked. She was already undressing.

“My father is Japanese, my mom is American.” You stripped the sweaty jumpsuit off and grabbed for the towel folded neatly. Mina and the girls all walked into the showers, and she continued her questioning over the roar of the water.

“That is so cool! Why did you move here?”

The warm water felt good against your aching muscles. The flight to Japan was long and you had only landed yesterday evening, barely giving you any time to see your father since he was already working late. He’d arrived a week before you. Lathering the soap between your hands, you scrubbed at the dirt on your arms, looking down at the purple bruise on your sternum with a frown.

“My dad got offered a spot at Endeavor’s agency to help weed out the rest of the League of Villains.” You replied. The water that ran into the drain was a light brown and you scrubbed the bottom of your feet before starting to tackle your hair once more. You winced when pulling out some more grass.

You heard a collective gasp in the shower room and the shower curtain next to you pulled back, the rings scraping against the metal. Mina’s head poked around, her pink head floating against the white curtain, and you screamed, turning towards the wall away and from her gaze. You weren’t normally shy but you couldn’t help your reaction.

“Your dad is Soil?” She asked. You winced. You hated his Hero name as it made you think of soiled underwear. But it was to-the-point seeing as he could manipulate the terrain and your father was a very straight-forward man. You nodded and she smiled wide, pulling her head back behind the curtain and you heard her go back into her own cubicle.

“Wow you’re so lucky. That man is HOT.” She exclaimed, there was a collective agreement echoing in the tiled room. You finished rinsing out your hair and turned the shower off before grabbing for your towel. As you stepped back into the main dressing area, you crossed your hands over your chest, a look of disgust on your face.

“Ew, that’s my dad you’re talking about.” Your mouth turned down and faked a gag. Mina rolled her eyes. You knew your dad was handsome. You had gotten your own good-looks, height and body stature from him. But you could not stand other people discussing it. Your mother had left him after enduring years of adultery and mental abuse of the way he jumped from women to women. If he wanted something, he went for it. She lifted her hands up as if in surrender and chuckled.

“Sorry, but it’s true.” You shook your head, getting dressed in your uniform.

“Lunch time!” Yaoyoruzu called out as the bell rang and you were glad you did not have to talk about it any longer.

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a/n AGH so there it is. Hope you enjoyed it lol

I’m going to log off and sleep now as it’s 1 am and I have work in the morning

Night everyone x

[hongism]

request from @shibereomma​ :

    “Hi! This is my first time requesting an imagine but I love your posts and was wondering if I could request a 4&16 San ft Seonghwa angst with a happy ending”

oof this req made me really excited bc i haven't done one with more than one member yet so i was both excited and nervous at the same time bUT i hope i did it well and it makes sense?? idek what i'm saying at this point but n e wayz onto the writing

#4: "Why are you lying to me?”

#16: “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?"

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You and Me (and Him)

"Y/N." The voice startles you, rousing you from the partial sleep state you're drifting in and out of, but you don't look over at the person who is speaking. Rather, you sit up straight in your chair and shake your head to dispel the tiredness from your mind. "Y/N, I asked you a question."

"Hm?" You blink at the person across from you. Cat-like eyes pierce into you. You flinch under the intensity of your ex-boyfriend's stare.

"I asked you a question, Y/N." San tilts his head to the side, eyes narrowed at you and your evident lack of focus on him.

"Could you repeat it? I'm a bit tired." You scratch the back of your neck.

"Late night?" He asks, and you don't miss the hint of underlying annoyance (and perhaps lingering jealousy) in his tone. "I asked if you're happier with him." You frown at his words.

"Do you want me to be honest or tell you what you want to hear?" San's gaze hardens even further at the question.

"Why don't you just lie like you always did while we were together?"

"That's unnecessary, San." You sigh and fold your arms over your chest.

"Well? It's the truth. Something you don't seem to understand the concept of."

"San," you hiss out between gritted teeth. You shift your gaze to look around the restaurant, searching for one person in particular, and San catches your eyes drifting. He follows your line of sight, and you both look over at the tall figure in the corner of the restaurant.

"You brought him? I thought this was going to be just the two of us."

"I didn't mean for him to come. He kinda just...followed along. I meant for it to be just the two of us."

"Why are you lying to me?"

"I-I'm not. I'm being completely honest with you."

"Did you bring him to rub it in my face?"

"San, I just said I didn't want to bring him. I'm not trying to do anything, I swear."

"Are you happier with him?" San repeats his previous question. He brings his gaze back to you, but this time, the gleam in his eyes is much softer. There's more pain there than before.

"We broke up."

"What?" San blinks at you in wonder, eyes growing wider by the second, and if you had it in you, you might laugh at his expression.

"Seonghwa and I broke up."

"Why?"

"He--" You cut yourself off. The sentence that was about to leave your lips is not something you want to admit, even though it's something San would want to hear. Something Seonghwa knew before your relationship came to a crashing halt, a swift and painful break in your heart, and you remember the night he broke up with you all too well.

"I'm ending this."

It hurt, quite a bit more than you would like to admit, and you're honestly surprised that Seonghwa even agreed to be in the same room as you after how you reacted to his following accusations.

"W-What? Why? I thought--we were--I don't understand, Hwa."

"We need to break up. I can't keep doing this, Y/N. You don't feel the same, I can see it. I know you don't, and I know you still love San. It isn't fair to either of us to stay in an unhappy relationship."

"I'm happy though! We're happy, aren't we? We love each other, right?"

You had grabbed hold of Seonghwa's face to catch his attention, only to spot a large number of bruises covering his face.

“Oh my god, Hwa! Are you hurt?”

“No.”

“Then why are there bruises all over your face?"

"Are you still holding a grudge, San?" You ask, pushing the memory to the back of your mind as you look at the man across from you.

"Against who?"

"Seonghwa, obviously. You know he broke up with me the night you two got into that fight."

"It's nothing, don't worry about it. Just a small fight."

"Are you blaming your breakup on me?" San scoffs. It's his turn to fold his arms over his chest and lean against the back of the booth.

"You still love him, Y/N. It's obvious that you do, and he still loves you. I'm not going to keep you from being happy any longer. I love you but I know San can love you better."

"No, San, that's not my intention at all."

"If you broke up, then why is he here?"

"Probably because of how you acted last time you were together."

"Are the bruises from him?"

"No, no, no. I said don't worry about that."

"It was him, wasn't it? What did he say to you? We can work through this, Hwa. Don't listen to whatever he said to you."

"This isn't about what happened between San and me. It's about us, what we are, and what we aren't. And I think I know where we both are."

"Not my fault he was jealous." San spits the words out like venom, betraying his own jealousy.

"This is exactly why we broke up, San."

"What? Because Seonghwa was jealous?"

"Because you can't contain your anger and bring it out on everyone."

San sighs, and you catch his eyes drifting back over to where Seonghwa is sitting. "Does he think I would hurt you?" The question is quiet, a soft-spoken tone exposing San's vulnerabilities. Even though you're absolutely certain that Seonghwa thinks that's exactly what might happen, you still care about San far too much to hurt him with the knowledge of Seonghwa's doubts.

"No, never." You say the words a bit too quickly, but San doesn't seem to catch. "Let's not bring Seonghwa into this, San. It's between you and me." Funny how Seonghwa had said something oh so similar the night he broke up with you, and now you're bringing it back around.

"Don't bring San into this, Y/N. It's between you and me."

Even more funny though is the fact that this has never been about just you and San or just you and Seonghwa. No, it's never been that. It's always been about you and San and Seonghwa because Seonghwa has been involved in this mess since before you and San even started dating the first time.

"You asked me here for a reason, San, and I want to give you a chance to explain it."

"Why did you break up with Seonghwa? I want a real reason, not an excuse."

"He..." You trail off, still hesitant about admitting how you truly feel, but San's expression hits something in you. "He wasn't you, and it took me too long to realize that."

"I want you."

"San." There is a hint of warning in your tone. You've heard these words before, you've heard him say this time and time again, three words that weaken you no matter what. You want to be strong this time, even if you want him back.

"I still love you."

"San, please."

"I need you." San leans forward, palms connecting with the table. You press your lips together. "Tell me the truth, Y/N. The truth." And that's enough to break you, tear down your walls of defense, and leave you vulnerable in front of San.

"I love you," you whisper. "I want you." Tears spring to your eyes before you can stop them. "I need you." You furiously try to blink the tears away before San catches sight of them, but you're too late, and they fall onto your cheeks as you look at him. "I want us to try again."

San's chin dips to the table, and a small laugh escapes his lips. "I want us to start over. Well, not start over, but retry with the things we know now. I think...I think losing you once showed me that I need to make more of an effort for you. I don't want to lose you again. I'd do anything to have you back." San reaches out, hand finding yours, and you let him, squeezing his hand as he wraps his fingers around yours.

"I want to give us another chance then." San grins at you from across the table, hand gripping yours tight, and he brings your hand to his lips to land a quick kiss to the skin of your knuckles.

"I'll make sure I do things right this time, Y/N. I promise."

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a/n: hngnhngnnhgnhngh i am very very nervous about this one bc i've never written something like this before idek if it's even goOD idek ANYTHING y'all im just sitting here Stressed and Confused and Worried so klfjioweruklsdjf yeehaw i have NO idea if this is a happy ending or nah i was feeling the slow burning angst mood

[jeanjauthor]

Hello, hope you’re having a good day. I was wondering for you lovely expertise. I’d like to write more of ladies in my little book, since it’s highly undervalued in books, and want each regions to have their own distinctive style. Also all the gossip happens whilst they’re embroidering. It’s historical based and but it’s quite a mesh of different cultures at different times yet the foods pretty European mediveal and south Asian based it’s not nearly sexist. Have you got any style ideas or types?

I’ll presume you mean it’s a non-Earth setting that’s pre-industrial medieval in its tech level, with influences from South Asia and Europe.

If it’s pre-industrial, then they won’t have instantaneous communication with far-flung places...but you can still have them living within, say, walking distance of each other.  How?  Well, if it involves a whole bunch of different styles and regions and foods, etc, you will want some sort of crossroads city for your characters to live in. Examples of highly multicultural cities include Rome, Constantinople, Mumbai, Hangzhou, places like that. 

Port cities are great for this because sailing can be faster than land-based travel (boats with sails don’t get tired so long as the wind keeps blowing more or less steadily), but land-locked crossroads are doable, too--cities along the Silk Road, for instance, would see a flux of travelers seasonally, and some would bring their families, or fall in love, settle down, and stay.  You definitely will want to consider a couple of things though, and trade with other regions is merely the first of them.

European medieval...well, everything...was influenced by its climate.  The foods that could be grown, the architecture needed to survive the hotter Mediterranean areas or the very cold taiga (subarctic forests) of Scandinavia, and everything in between.  They developed many methods of preserving foods to keep it from going rotten, but a lot of it relied on smoking, drying, salting, and even freezing  (icehouses were a thing in some regions even before it became industrialized).  Clothing styles are definitely designed more for surviving the cold and staying warm than in keeping cool, and to keep their clothing warm even when wet (yay wool).

South India (except in the more mountainous areas) tend to be very hot and vacillates between hot and dry and very very wet (yay monsoon season).  Food preservation did include salting, dehydrating, smoking, but very little freezing, and the flavoring profiles were completely different, as (unlike herbs) a lot of spice plants actually require a hot climate to grow.  (People trying to grow peppers in Alaska are still having a hard time despite decades of careful cultivation, breeding, and selecting for cold-weather hardiness.)  South Asian clothing styles are designed to keep the wearer cool and comfortable, and to dry quickly when it rains (yay sari fashion, the one garment that has been in continuous use / popularity for over 5,000 years).

So you’re going to have to decide what kind of region this city is located in, and what kind of weather and/or seasons it experiences.  From there, you can figure out what kinds of architecture they’ll have, the size of the windows, whether they’re covered all year round (glass, oiled parchment, sheets of horn, etc), or only partial, or narrow pierced openings to keep the air flowing while keeping out hot sunlight, etc.

From that, you can also interpret what kinds of clothing people will be wearing.  If cultural identity is strong, some groups will cling more to their saris and chamsas, while others will wear their hose and their houppelandes, or their Norse apron dresses, their great kilts, whatever.  (Archer hoodies, aka mantles, will be popular across a wide range of eras; they’re great for keeping head, shoulders, and a bit of the chest dry in the rain, and you can turn them into those fancy cockscomb hats if you know how--ask me if interested!)

Once you have climate, architecture, clothing established, figure out which foods will be locally available, which will be imported, from how far away, and whether or not any special equipment is needed for growing said food--if glass is a locally produced commodity, with sand reserves and limestone for flux (lowering the temperature) and plenty of wood or coal for burning in the furnaces, it is possible that a colder climate has glazed greenhouses in which to grow the plants that need hot conditions to produce spices, for example.  Or it’s just that all the colder climate foods are grown on the north-facing slopes of nearby hills, and there are irrigation canals everywhere to keep everything watered.

(If it’s a world with magic, do consider the ecology of how the magic is generated, used, spent, where it goes when it’s used up, how difficult it is to use, what system is required to access it (inner energies of a mage, special runes or material components, the blessing of a deity or patron entity, etc).)

If it’s not going to be nearly as sexist (thank youuuu!!  *gives you a basket of hugs, prepackaged in biodegradable shrinkwrapped, magically enchanted in stasis so they’re a fresh-from-the-dryer snuggly warm blanket kind of hug*), then you’ll want to decide what legal protections females (and/or any nonbinary folks) have.  What positions they can hold, how much of their personal belongings and/or income they can retain or control, what they’re legally allowed to inherit, and what say they have in who they marry or what job they take up, what apprenticeships they can hold, etc.

You don’t have to shove it in people’s faces, but you can definitely weave it throughout the story--Guildmistresses of various craft positions, noblewomen in leadership roles, royalty inherits based either on the firstborn, period, or on whoever is deemed the most competent--this can be an interesting plot point for a disaffected male “heir” who was set aside in favor of his more competent sister, etc--and in other ways.  You can also have women warriors being taken seriously, whether they’re town guards or kingdom soldiers, and women sailors being treated as equal to the men, without the superstition of “a woman on a ship will curse it!!!1!”  which was the medieval version of “ewww, girl cooties!” I guess... (idek *eyerolls at medieval/age of exploration men*)

Your plot will also have a lot to tell you about the world these people live in.  If they’re embroiderers who gossip a lot, are they living in a town where their embroidery is sought out by merchants from near and far?  How valued by their society is it?  Are they plotting while embroidering to change certain laws, social situations, etc, because “nobody would suspect embroiderers of favoring the disposed Crown Prince over his sister, since surely the sister will buy all their wares? (except she doesn’t; the crown princess expects them to provide it for free, how dare!!)”

I have no idea what your plot might be, but it can give you directions and ideas if you think about it.  The most important thing to remember in all of this is that all these things interweave together.  Sometimes this will cause problems (side plots!--zomg we’re all out of purple thread and the crown princess will kill us for not having any purple dye!!) and sometimes this will create solutions (sending secret messages to the prince’s supporters via embroidery!!), etc, etc.

Hope that helps at least somewhat!

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